#but anyway it's undeniably a fun watch with a friend

[erwinsvow]

part two of this

you’re still wondering how you ended up like this—rafe’s arm around your shoulder, a cup of water in your hand because he’d decided for you that you’d had enough alcohol tonight, standing in a big circle with his friends. you knew bits and pieces about rafe, some comments your now ex-boyfriend would make in passing—always bad things—and the fact that he was a regular at these parties for more than one reason. but standing next to rafe, with him acting like you belong to him, was something you could have never expected. 

his friends look at you a little curiously, but they’re still nice. rafe stares down anyone who he catches looking at your low hemline or exposed chest. he’s making his rounds to sell yayo, and you accompany him, still just tipsy enough to have lowered your inhibitions and not catch on to the mean way some of the girls look at you.

“wha’s yayo?” you question, looking up at rafe again, like you’ve been doing all night. he’s undeniably handsome, but it seems even more so when he’s being so nice to you like this.

“nothin’ you need to know about, kid,” is all he says in response, guiding your water cup to your mouth again and tipping it back a little so you drink. a little bit spills down the side of your mouth and he wipes it away with his thumb. 

“can i try some?” he laughs, handing over another tiny bag to a boy with a handshake and pocketing the money, and then guides you away, so it’s just the two of you.

“not yet.” you let out a whine—it must be fun if everyone at the bonfire is chasing him around for some.

“why not?”

“‘cause cheap beer is too much for you. now stop askin’ and help me find this stupid boyfriend of yours.”

“ex-boyfriend,” you correct, immediately. rafe looks pleased when you say that, making you smile even wider, if not a little dopey.

“excuse me, that’s right. ex-boyfriend. where's he at?” 

you don’t actually care about finding him anymore—you’re having a lot of fun with rafe like this. but you get into your head a little bit, thinking rafe is only doing this to make him jealous, and then he’ll leave to spend time with some other girl. you hold on a little tighter to his arm, looking up with another pout.

“maybe this way,” you say, guiding him in the exact opposite direction of where your ex was last. “maybe those people want the yayo. they seem friendly.” rafe laughs again, which makes you beam. he does sell to the partygoers you pointed out to him, they open the little baggie and start snorting right infront of him—and you. you watch intently, and when they ask rafe if he wants a bump, he refuses.

“not today. gotta stay sharp for my girl.” 

you’re starting to think you don’t need any drugs, if something as simple as rafe calling you his girl makes you feel so deliriously happy. you’re buzzing from your own personal high until you hear a voice call your name, and you don’t turn until rafe does, the arm around your shoulder gravitating down to your waist, holding on tightly. 

the beer and rafe and everything else in the air still has you pretty hazy—you don’t hear anything other than your ex asking you what the hell you’re doing, and rafe answering for you. it doesn’t take long for him to notice the little baggies of white powder on the table behind you two, the possessive way rafe keeps his hands on you, and the fact that rafe looks as angry as anyone’s ever seen him, before they break out in punches and curse words. 

you’re drunk enough to want to help rafe, but one of his friends holds you back, tells you to leave it and that rafe will win anyways. you watch him throw punches at your ex but the second he takes a punch, you can’t watch anymore. 

rafe does win, in the end. your ex gets dragged away by his friends, and you’re sure there’s red everywhere. when rafe finds you again, he spits out some blood and wipes his mouth. you stare at him afraid and unsure, thinking that you’re the last person he wants to see now, the one that got him into a fist-fight. you bite your cheek, playing with your hands and staring down at your shoes again, until rafe comes up and guides you to his truck. the parking lot is clearing out, and you sit in his passenger seat fiddling with the hem of your dress while he drives you back home. 

you don’t speak until he parks infront of your house.

“i-i’m so sorry, rafe, really. i didn’t want that to happen. i’m really sorry.” everything feels more clear in his car, moonlight piercing through and shining on the two of you. it was stupid to do any of that—stupid to get rafe involved and stupider still to get him hurt.

“why’re you sorry? i threw the first punch.”

“you did?”

“you didn’t see?” he questions, and you want to hide your face in your hands.

“no, i-uh, i couldn’t watch, your friend took me away. uhm, kelce.” he laughs, to your surprise.

“don’t lose any sleep over it, kid. didn’t like the way he was talkin’ about you.”

“really?” you ask, and you hate how hopeful your voice sounds. you like that he cares, you hope he really does care.

“yeah.” you can’t hold it back any longer, leaning towards him and giving him a big kiss on his cheek. 

“thank you rafe,” you say quietly, biting your lip, hoping you didn’t misunderstand him.

“yeah, kid, whatever. get inside.” he leans over you to open the passenger side door for you, before returning to his position and staring at you from his seat. just as you start to move, he grabs your wrist, making you turn to look. “y’not gonna like what happens if i ever see you with him again. got it?”

you look at him like a deer caught in headlights, eyes big and wide, lips parted. you nod.

“got it.”

“good night, kid.”

#lollll i love him #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader

[heavenlyhischier]

𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 | 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐫

word count: 1.5k

summary: You knew you loved him from the moment he said your name.

warnings: none really, just fluff! does kissing need a warning??

note: this is inspired by your bones by chelsea cutler and some of the dialogue in the end was heavily inspired by the lyrics.

It started out as an ordinary October day. You woke up and had a relatively easy day at work. You went home to get ready for dinner with some friends, carpooling with some of the others to save everyone a little bit of time and money. Dinner flew by with only minimal playful arguments, and those of who were there made the decision to meet up with another group at a bar in the city. You thought it was going to be the usual group of people you typically saw, but then you saw him.

When you walked to the back booth that often occupied the same group of people, you saw a few unfamiliar faces swimming in the sea of ones you recognized. You went around and greeted those who you knew, and introduced yourself to those who didn’t. Names were being thrown at you so quickly you could barely keep up, but when he spoke, you forgot all about them anyways. 

Gentle brown eyes were staring into your own, a small smile that left dimples indenting his cheeks on his face as he kept his gaze on you. He was the only one who made a point to stand and greet you, sticking his hand out for your own as he kept his other nervously shoved into his pocket. You took his hand as you forced your name out, your cheeks and neck flushing as embarrassment flooded your body at how strained it sounded. 

You could hear the playful giggles of your friends from beside you, but you let them fade into the background as he repeated your name back to you. The way the letters fell from his tongue left a permanent impression in your mind, and you knew you were screwed from then on. The moment his hand dropped yours, his voice still ringing in your ear, you knew your life had changed, but you had no idea just how it would change you.

That night, you left the bar with Nico’s phone number and plans to see each other that following Monday for dinner. You hadn’t been so nervous to go out with someone before, and you had recruited two of your closest friends to help you get ready and to ease some of the anxiety that had been bubbling in your chest since that Friday night. They helped you pick out the perfect outfit, helped calm you down when you wanted to spiral, and reminded you to have fun and enjoy yourself before they left.

When Nico arrived, you had the biggest smile on your face when he presented the beautiful bouquet of flowers he’d gotten for you, with the advice of your mutual friend who had told him what your favorite was. You had bashfully thanked Nico, asking him it was okay if you put them in a vase before you left. He caught you off guard by saying of course it was, but only if you let him do it for you. You watched as he assembled them for you with a racing heart, and you knew. You knew he was everything you had been waiting for.

“Ready,” Nico softly asked after placing the vase in the center of your dining room table, smile wide and eyes bright.

“You have no idea,” You grinned.

One date turned into multiple, and before you knew it, the two of you were officially together. He did everything for you, and you for him, and you were the happiest you’d ever been before. You had never felt so content, so excited for the future with someone than you when you were with Nico. He made the uncertainty of life seem exciting and worth experiencing, and you gave him a sense of purpose outside of hockey. You gave Nico something to look forward to every time he stepped off the ice, and he’d been waiting for that feeling for so long.

Your friends often told you that you were now unrecognizable, but it wasn’t because you had changed anything about your appearance. It was because you were so undeniably happy and it wasn’t often that they saw you without a smile on your face. They had never seen you so carefree and excited about life before, and no one wanted you to ever go back. They had always told you that you deserved a love that consumes you in all the best ways, and you had found that with Nico.

Your first Summer with Nico, he had invited you to Switzerland to see his home and to meet his family. You accepted the offer with no hesitation, and that’s how you found yourself currently curled up in his lap as the sun beat down on your skin and laughter echoed around you. His arm was wrapped around your waist, fingers rubbing against the damp skin as he talked with his siblings.

Your head was tucked into the crook of his neck, your hand resting comfortably on the toned muscles of his stomach as you subtly gazed up at him. The sun hit his eyes just perfectly, making them shine brighter and showcase the mixture of dark colors in the most breathtaking way. You couldn’t help but smile as you watched him, the same warm feeling you always got when you even thought of him spreading from your chest. Though, you weren’t sure it had left since his deep, accented voice had said your name in the bar many months ago.

“You gonna stare at me all day,” He teases, his hand flexing on the skin of your hip as he looks down at you.

“Yeah, if you’ll let me,” You hummed, playfully poking your tongue out at him.

“I’d let you do anything, you know that,” He rolls his eyes, before settling back on your face, “Are you having fun?”

Both of you pause for a fleeting moment, keeping your eyes trained on the other. Your mind briefly drifts to thoughts of the last several months you’d spent with him. You truly had never felt the way you felt for him before, and the fact that Nico felt the same way for you baffled you every day you spent with him. If you asked him, though, he’d tell anyone who would listen how insanely lucky he was to experience the love you had to give.  

“I am,” You nod, a delicate smile on your sunburnt face, “Thank you for inviting me.”

“Wherever I am, you are always welcome. No matter what, meine schatzi,” He quietly says as he places a small kiss to your temple, ignoring the way his brother and sister are watching him with bright smiles. He squeezes the flesh of your hip before he continues, “C’mon. I want to show you something.”

“What,” You ask, pushing yourself away from him as you furrow your brows.

“You’ll see.”

You carefully step off of his lap, meeting Nina’s gaze as she smiles, which you return with one of your own. Nico stands, nodding to your sandals as he helps you into the light dress you wore as a coverup. He slips his shirt on over his head, stepping into his shoes before taking your hand in his own and tugging you down the dock, away from his siblings. You let him guide you away from the crowd of people and to a more secluded corner of the beach until it was just the two of you. 

“Why are we hiding from everyone,” You raise your eyebrows, turning your head to look at him.

He tugs you into his chest, dropping your hand so he can pull you in closer as he says, “Just wanted to kiss you in private.”

You loop your arms around his neck as you shake your head in amusement, your melodic laughter being smothered by his mouth as he presses it to your own. You melt into him, your soft lips molding against his as his fingers press into the material of your dress. His chest is pressed against your own as he moves his mouth with yours in the type of kiss that leaves your mind hazy and warmth flood from your chest through every inch of your body.

Nico pulls away from you, his forehead pressed against your own as the two of you breath in sync. Your eyes stay closed as you let yourself remain in the moment, thinking of nothing but the feeling of him against you and the ghost of his lips on yours. 

“I love you,” You mumble, eyes fluttering open to meet his, “I love you so much. Wherever you are is where I wanna be.”

“I love you,” He stressed, his eyes dancing across your face,  “I love you all the way down to your bones. You make every hard day worth it and every good day the best day of my life. I know we still have some time to get there, but I can’t wait til you're mine forever.”

“I’m always yours forever, no matter what.”

#nico hischier #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier imagine #nico hischier fic #nico hischier one shot #nico hischier fluff #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #new jersey devils

[urvape1kz]

CRAVING HIS TOUCH Gojo Satoru

Pairing Gojo Satoru x Reader!

Summary: After divorcing Gojo Satoru following years together and raising two children, you find yourself facing lonely nights. Encouraged to start dating again, you meet the seemingly perfect Kento Nanami. However, every moment with him only intensifies your longing for Satoru, who coincidentally also misses you.

Warnings: Authors first smut, MNDI, cheating, possessive behavior, toxic relationship/behaviors, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, choking, breeding kink

Dating, a degrading practice in the shoes of an underpaid not to mention divorced mother of two. A year ago you found yourself divorcing the man of your dreams, rich play boy Satoru Gojo. Satoru knew your heart inside out as if it were a map to paradise. He showered you with gifts from Dior and dates straight out of fairy tales on the top of the eiffel tower. Leaving him wasn’t fun; let alone easy. But his family's constant backhanded and abusive comments, along with their comparisons to his ex-girlfriends, made life with him unbearable. Despite your pleas for him to cut them off, he dismissed you with a casual "you know how my parents are” and never touched the subject again. 

At some point it all just became too much and you inevitably left. Since then, your friends have been relentless, practically pleading with you to to look into dating apps or let them play matchmaker. So, after slogging through eight apps and enduring at least a million disappointing encounters, just when you were about to lose hope, you stumbled upon Kento Nanami.

He wasn't as handsome as Satoru, that was for sure, but he was no ordinary catch. Kento was a world-renowned chef with undeniable charm, easily winning you over. he other day, he asked you out to the movies, and you couldn't resist saying yes. 

You spent hours preparing for your date, every detail was meticulously planned from your dress to your makeup. Everything was going perfectly, just as you had imagined, until you felt a slight buzz from your back pocket—it was your babysitter. 

"I'm really sorry, Ms. (L/N)," came her shaky voice on the other end. "My mom had an accident, and I don't think I can sit for you tonight." She sounded on the verge of tears. 

You let out a heavy sigh, understanding that it wasn't her fault. "It's okay, kid," you reassured her gently. "Take care of your mom. I'll keep her in my prayers."

A heartfelt "thank you" echoed through the phone before she hung up. As panic started to rise, you wracked your brain for options. Then it hit you— Satoru was still available wasn’t he?

Your finger hovered over his contact, once decorated with a bunch of heart emojis. You paced back and forth in your room, questioning whether reaching out to your ex so suddenly was morally okay. 

Who calls their ex out of the blue like this? you wondered. But it's fine.. you reassured yourself. We're co-parents; this is completely normal I mean I would have done the same for him. 

No you wouldn’t.

Despite your horrible attempts to muster courage, you couldn't bring yourself to call him. So, you opted for a text instead. 

"Satoru, I know this is short notice, but could you watch the kids tonight? I have plans."

Almost instantly, he replied—unsurprisingly, for him.

Of course. You don’t even have to ask their papa’s been missing them a whole bunch anyways :)  

His words tugged at your heartstrings, reminding you of the strained relationship you caused between him and his children. Taking a deep breath you shoved those thoughts away into an abyss because tonight was about you. 

--

Going to Satoru's house felt like stepping back in time—a mix of nostalgia and trepidation. Everything looked the same as you left it; the flowers you'd planted were still there, blooming as beautifully as ever not to mention the welcome mat you purchased over four years ago when you two first moved in together. 

Before you could muster the courage to knock on his door, your four-year-old twins Kyoko and Yugo darted ahead, banging eagerly on his huge sturdy wooden door.

"Daddy, we're here! We're here!" they shouted, their voices echoing in the quiet.

Almost instantly, the door swung open, and they melted into his arms like ice cream. Standing up his gaze locked onto you with a deliberate intensity that felt almost robotic. His eyes traced over your short red dress, lingered on your bold red lipstick, and took in your meticulously styled hair. The air between you was thick with unspoken words and memories.

"You look... amazing," he finally said, his voice betraying a hint of awe that clashed with the tension in the room.

Before you could respond, your son Yugo's innocent voice broke the silence. "Mama's got a date, Papa!" he giggled, oblivious to the weight of his words.

A sudden chill swept over you, and you felt the atmosphere grow heavy as the four of you stood there, caught in an awkward tableau. Satoru's face tightened, his eyes reflecting a mix of hurt and resignation. For a moment, it felt like time stood still, the silence stretching uncomfortably between you.

The tension was finally broken by your kids' eager pleas to play video games inside. Satoru hesitated, his hand lingering on the door as if he wanted to say something—anything—but couldn't find the words. Then, with a sigh he slammed the door in front of your face, the door that you two once struggled to open entangled in passionate kisses that you could still feel on the tip of your lips.

Gathering your strength, you made your way to your car, feeling on the brink of tears. Just when it seemed like the weight of the world might crush you, a text from Nanami lit up your phone.

"Just bought the tickets. Missing youu 💋"

Despite the stress you were feeling, a smile tugged at the corners of your mouth. You put the car in gear and headed to meet him at the movies. As you pulled up, you spotted Nanami waiting outside, a beautiful bouquet of white roses cradled in his arms. His face lit up as he saw you, almost tripping over his feet to greet you.

"You make me feel underdressed," he smiled, planting a kiss on your cheek.

"Oh, please. You do that to me every day with your fancy suits and ties," you teased back, taking his hand in yours as you walked inside.

"So, what movie did you pick? You never really told me," you asked, leaning your head on his shoulder as you walked inside.

"'Amants Interdits.' It's a French film. When I heard about it, I just knew you'd love it," he replied, excitedly swinging your hands back and forth.

While his intentions were undoubtedly good, the movie turned out to be a melodramatic mess that tugged at every lingering heartstring in your soul, reminding you uncomfortably of Satoru. As the credits rolled, you felt Nanami's hand gently cup your face, his eyes searching yours.

"Did I pick a bad movie?" he whispered, leaning in to kiss your lips softly.

"Mm... no, it was amazing," you whispered against his lips, trying to muster a smile. "Just... sad. I'm not really into dramas," you added with a forced laugh. As you leaned in to kiss him again, he pulled back slightly.

"You look beyond beautiful tonight, but there's something in your eyes... a sadness," he observed, his tone soft yet tied with concern. "You stepped out of the theater more than once, and I can't shake the feeling that it wasn't just the movie weighing on you. Why don't you head home and rest? Tomorrow's another day for us to enjoy each other's company right?” he smiled pressing his forehead against mine. 

“Nanami I don’t deserve you do I?” you muttered as the two of you walked out the theater cradled in each others arms. As he kissed you goodbye you opened your purse to find 2 hour old messages from Satoru.

Bought the kids take out hope you don’t mind

I don’t know if you want them to stay over but they’re asleep

As you drove, your mind raced with questions about how to handle picking up the kids. Should you say something? Should you ask for his help getting them to the car? No, that wouldn't be right. Lost in thought, you found yourself in front of his house sooner than expected. Taking a deep breath, you approached the front door and lightly tapped on it with your knuckles.

"Satoru, it's me," you whispered. Almost instantly, the door swung open, and your eyes met. There he stood, looking disheveled. His hair looked as if it had been untouched for days, and his eyes were reddened, as if he'd been crying for hours.

"You look la mess" you murmured, to which he scoffed, "You're one to talk," his eyes darting to the red smeared lipstick on your face. "How were your 'plans'?" he asked, his tone a mix of sarcasm and barely concealed anger. His breath carried the unmistakable scent of alcohol, worrying you with the kids in the house.

"Satoru, you've been drinking again, haven't you?" you yelled. "Where are Yugo and Kyo?" you demanded, pushing past him. 

"They're fine, (Y/N)! They're my kids! Do you really think I'd hurt them?" he shouted, his voice escalating. "You’re probably too busy to think about that when your mind is on other men though right?!" he accused, closing the distance between the two of you.

"Satoru—"  you began, but before you could finish, he had pressed your body against the wall, his hot breath mingling with that of your own.

Slithering his coarse hands between your thighs he felt the absence of your panties. 

“You never dressed like this for me, was I just not good enough for you?” He whined as his fingers found their way to your core, teasing your clit."I've already cut off everyone—my mother, my sister, everyone. I'd cut off the whole world to have you back with me," he groaned into your ear. “Satoru.. You aren’t in your right s-state of mind right now..” you muttered stumbling over your words “the kids are here..”

"The kids want us to be together, can't you see? Kyoko told me how much you miss me. She said that when you're alone in your room, you whisper my name, pleading and begging for me, are you that desperate and needy to be filled? Does he just not do it for you?” You opened your mouth but before you could answer his his fingers slammed in your pussy making your body jerk with a cry.

"(Y/N)..." he whispered, biting down on the rim of your ear. "Tell me you don't want me, and I'll leave. I'll let you go forever, just as you want me to," he growled, his lips brushing against yours.

His touch was like a key turning in a lock, unlocking a flood of memories that surged through your mind. Each sensation seemed to echo with the past—every whispered word, every shared laugh, and every tender moment you had once cherished together. The feelings you'd buried deep inside started to resurface, tugging at your heartstrings and making your pulse quicken. It was as if time had rewound, pulling you back into the whirlwind of emotions you once knew so well.

Your silence was enough of an answer for him as he kissed up your neck. Allowing you to lean back onto him with your head on his chest. Soft moans falling past your lips as you let yourself grind on his fingers. Another loud cry filling the air when he landed it hard on your ass instead.

Carrying you to his couch he plowed you on the red leather sofa the two of you bought after you gave birth you the texture brought you back so many memories but between that and satoru touching you your midn went blank 

"Look at yourself." He commanded sternly, forcing your head upward until you gazed at your reflection in the foggy window. Your eyes widening in embarrassment as you realized the state you were in. "Gonna give you another set of twins, triplets even, you want that baby?"

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but you quickly nodded, desperation filling your heart. You needed him so badly; you longed for his cock to fill the emptiness inside of you. 

"Ahh, fuck." Another sharp slap echoed through the room, stinging your already tender ass. "So you do talk" He smirked, eager to hear the words he desired. "Please fuck me."

He chuckled, enjoying your pathetic submission. "You can do better than that, baby." His deep voice sent shivers down your spine. "Please. Please fuck me Toru. I've been so alone, aching for you. W-want you to fill me up." You pleaded, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

"That's it. That's my slutty girl." His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he thrust into you, claiming your wet entrance with a single powerful stroke. Your knees buckled beneath you, and your back arched involuntarily as his thick cock stretched you wide. You could feel the swollen tissue near your cervix protesting against the relentless invasion.

A low growl escaped your throat as his hand wrapped around your neck, pulling you closer to him on the sofa. Your hands instinctively pressed against your back, feeling the rough fabric beneath your fingertips. Your heart pounded wildly, your body responding to his dominance.

Just as you were about to reach your climax, the room was suddenly interrupted by the shrill ringing of your phone. Satoru's eyes narrowed, his grip on your neck tightening momentarily. He snatched the device from off the floor, his gaze fixed on the glowing screen. Jealousy flared in his eyes as he recognized the caller ID: “Nanami <3”

"Toru, please, just put it away," you begged, tears starting to form. But before you could say anything more, he answered  tossing the phone on-top of you, his smile smug, as if he'd just won the lottery.

"H-hello, Nanami," you stammered, trying to catch your breath as Satoru sped up. "Sweetheart, you sound terrible. Are you sick?" he asked, sounding genuinely concerned. You felt a lump in your throat, torn between guilt and pleasure. Ripping the bandaid off you blurted out "Nanami, we can't see each other anymore!" before abruptly hanging up. 

Once again, you were caught in Satoru's snare, the familiar sting of knowing you were heading for heartbreak not enough to make you turn back. Despite the pain you knew was coming, something inside you couldn't let go, couldn't stop yourself from falling into the same old pattern, even if it meant ignoring the chance for something real with Nanami.

"Good girl..." he hummed, his voice thick with lust as he slammed into you. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure and pain throughout your body, leaving you breathless and vulnerable. "You know I just want the best for you, for us, for our kids," he blurted out in the heat of the moment. His words were laced with sincerity and madness, blurring the lines between love and manipulation.

Your heart raced, unsure whether you should trust him or run as far away as possible. But the intensity of his touch, the way he claimed your body, made it hard to resist his charms. You moaned softly, your nails digging into his broad shoulders.

Good girl..." he hummed, his voice thick with lust as he slammed into you. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure and pain throughout your body, leaving you breathless and vulnerable. "You know I just want the best for you, for us, for our kids," he blurted out in the heat of the moment. His words were laced with sincerity and madness, blurring the lines between love and manipulation.

Your moans filled the room, a testament to your surrender. As you both reached your climax sloppily kissed you “Get pregnant.. m’gonna have you all to myself” he blurted throughout kisses as his eyes gleamed with anticipation envisioning your soon to be large belly.

You let out a loud defeated whimper, feeling the warm residue trickle from inside of you as he pulled out. Your senses swam in a haze as your eyelids fluttered shut, and you went limp in his arms, surrendering to the overwhelming emotions and fatigue. He cradled you gently, his gaze fixed on your face as you drifted in and out of consciousness. 

---

Waking up to the familiar scent of pancakes, memories of lazy breakfasts from your honeymoon in the states flooded back. Blinking your eyes open, you tried to sit up but quickly realized something was off. The room around you wasn't yours—it was Satoru's. Confused, you scanned the space, spotting your own furniture awkwardly placed among his belongings as if he had moved all your stuff  in.

Slipping out of bed in one of Satoru's oversized shirts, the scent of freshly brewed pancakes grew stronger as you made your way downstairs. As you descended, the sounds of morning chatter became clearer. There, in the kitchen, you found Satoru at the stove, flipping pancakes, with Kyoko in a high chair, happily munching away. Yugo, spotting you, abandoned his toy cars and rushed over, wrapping his little arms around your leg.

"Mommy, mommy!" he cheered, his eyes shining with excitement. "Papa says you're staying together forever, and we're gonna have little  brothers and sisters!"

Your heart skipped a beat as you shot a pointed look at Satoru, who paused mid-flip, giving you an awkward, guilty smile. 

You truly despised him with every fiber of your being, yet there was a burning desire in you that betrayed your feelings. 

“Gojo Satoru what have you done to me..”

#gojo x y/n #jujutsu gojo #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #gojo smut #jjk smut #jjk satoru #jujutsu satoru #satorugojo #gojou satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujustsu kaisen x reader #x reader #reader insert #self insert #y/n #jjk x y/n #nanami kento #jjk nanami #nanami smut #nanami x reader #kento nanami #gojo father #gojo clan #preggo kink #preggophilia #pregnant #pregnancy #parents #pregnant reader

[maplesyrupsainz]

Hiiii darling i was wondering if prompt 5 with Lance would be possible🥺🫣🩷

pairing: lance stroll x fem y/n reader (she/her)

genre: blurb, best friend's brother

warnings: none just fluff, use of "y/bff/n"

prompt: five [driver] trying to get you to go on a date with him

a/n: omg is this my first ever lance request

my masterlist | my 1k celebration

“aw, come on, y/n,” lance teased you mercilessly, “just one date. you know you want to.”

“lance, no.” you rolled your eyes, turning away from him. “it will always be no.”

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

lance was your best friend's older brother by two years. he was totally off limits to you in a romantic or sexual way, that much was always clear to you. but that did not stop him from continuously flirting with you and asking, no, more like begging, you to go on a date with him just once. he was becoming extremely difficult to deny, especially as over the years as he really grew into himself; he was undeniably hot.

“god, he's so annoying.” your best friend threw herself next to you onto your bed in a huff, obviously talking about her brother.

“what now?” you giggled, poking her side. you tried to keep conversation about him lighthearted, keeping her from being too mad at him at any time. what can you say, you're covering your back for that day you might really cave and go out with him.

“he always eats my food, he always steals my shampoo, he always scares any boy away that might just be interested in me for once. it's so annoying. and he doesn't even live in the same house as me!” she ranted, using her hands animatedly, making you laugh.

“maybe you should change your locks.” you suggested with another giggle.

“maybe i should kill him.” she stated, twisting her body round to face you, a serious expression on her face, making you burst into laughter.

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you unlocked the door to y/bff/n's apartment, dragging your body heavy with tiredness into the hallway. you were staying with her temporarily; you were in between places and being fussy looking for somewhere new to rent.

“y/n!” a male voice called out to you suddenly, making you jump and drop your keys to the floor with a loud clatter.

“shit–” you muttered, immediately searching for them on the hardwood floor.

“oh, sorry y/n, didn't mean to scare you.” it was lance, of course. lance who spent 75% of his time in his hometown at his sister's place instead of at his own. it would've almost been cute, if it wasn't lance.

“what are you doing here?” you raised your eyebrows at him, still standing in the hallway with your coat and bags. you were expecting a relaxing night alone, as y/bff/n was away on a business conference overnight. he just shrugged in response. you didn't bother standing around for much longer, dropping your bags and peeling the layers off your body along with your shoes. you weren't going to let a man ruin the cosy night in you had planned.

“what's for dinner?” he asked, following you into the kitchen like a lost puppy.

“i was going to order a pizza.” you reply, picking up a stack of menus from the corner of the room.

“cool, i'll have pepperoni.” he grinned mischievously at you as you rolled your eyes. you ordered the pizza for him anyway, what else could you do?

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it was just before 1am on the coach when the first yawn escaped your lips, stretching your body out lazily, like a cat.

“tired?” lance asked, a slight smirk playing at his lips. you shrugged, not wanting to be the one to end the evening. the two of you had been chatting easily all evening, watching a couple of movies and eating takeout pizza. you were surprisingly having a lot of fun with him, and felt very at ease. “or another movie?”

“you can put on another, if you like.” you shrugged again, leaving him to ultimately make the decision on where the rest of the night went.

“no, you look tired, you should get some rest.” you felt slight disappointment at his words, but who were you to challenge them. you nodded, stretching again in an attempt to start moving your body again. “you wanna know something?”

“huh?” you stopped moving then, looking over at him.

“we just had a date.”

“what?” you sat upright, suddenly more awake than you'd ever been. “what are you talking about? a date, no way.” you scoffed, shaking your head at him.

“it kind of was a date. think about it.” he shrugged, standing up. “well, that's me beat. goodnight y/n, sweet dreams.”

he left you there, wide eyed, confused, butterflies soaring.

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[writingstoraes]

90 days 🍷

pairing: charles leclerc/fem!reader

type: written imagine (angst)

word count: 2.3k

notes: this is just very angsty and has little to no dialogue, apologies for errors this was not proofread lolol lmk what u guys think <3

warnings: none too gruesome! mentions of break up, fights, and recollections of fond memories only

about: charles can’t avoid you forever and he cannot afford to do so. it’s his first time seeing you again after you parted ways, and it seems as if the entirety of his being still belonged to you.  

Charles wanted to say no. He wanted so badly to decline his brother’s invitation by possibly coming up with some reason why he couldn’t go, but in his heart, he just cannot find the will to do so. 

He was torn, between the possibility of seeing you again after everything that went down and the fact that he desperately needed a night out. Ever since the two of you decided to give each other’s hearts back, Charles had been picking up pieces of himself and he admits he’s all over the place. Not having you in his life sucked. He doesn’t bother to find any melancholic or beautiful word to describe it; everything just sucks. At the same time, he doesn’t think avoiding you would be any better. You both had many similar circles of friends and you both lived in the same, small city. It was only some time before your paths had to cross again, inevitably. 

He thinks this might possibly be the better option, like ripping off a band-aid. Maybe by seeing you, he can assess the progress he’s made for himself, that is if he’s actually made any. But deep down he knows, he looks forward to seeing you, finally being in the same room as you because it felt like forever since he was last graced by your presence.

Had the two of you been together still, Arthur’s invitation will probably be of two counts instead of just one. It’s like he could still picture you standing in front of your shared room’s full-length mirror, trying on an outfit you have already decided on, proceeding to ask him what you should do with your hair. Charles adores the way you pull out pictures from your phone, knowing he was more of a visual learner, just so he could pick which hairstyle would suit you better. 

As he proceeds to the bathroom so he can freshen up before leaving, he glances at the completely empty countertop. Before, tiny trinkets of your things were laid out on it neatly. He could spend an eternity watching you do your makeup or curl your hair. He misses seeing tubes of foundation and eyeshadow palettes spread on the marble top or cords of your hair straightener plugged in the socket near the paper towel. He remembers the time when you had let him do your make-up and he ended up giving you a spectacular smoky eye, and by spectacular, you looked like a raccoon. But the two of you laughed about it anyway, and he apologizes by peppering kisses all over your face as he drags the makeup wipes across your eyelids. 

The nightlife you can find in Monaco was definitely unbelievably alive if you had to describe it. It doesn’t matter if it was a race weekend; even if it wasn’t, the city was always awake. High-class restaurants filled to the brim with reservations, bars littered with people who want a fun night that they forget whatever it is they’re running away from. He’s probably doing the same thing, so he can’t judge.

Charles ignores the fact that his car ride to the restaurant was just him retracing all your steps and recalling all the memories he’s made with you. The glovebox of his car used to have some of your belongings and he had been accustomed to seeing you in the passenger seat, now his undeniably really cool and expensive car just seemed lonely and empty. He knows in his heart that car rides with you were always the most peaceful and most fun, he doesn’t mind how you play all your favorite artists’ songs even if he doesn’t know half of them. He gets the kick when he sees you singing along, your voice filling the cold car. He misses seeing you close your eyes in solitude when the windows are down, reiterating how you prefer riding his car with the windows down because it gives you a clearer view of what’s outside.

He sighs to himself when he gets out of the car, prepared to accept whatever the world plans on throwing at him should it decide that it was time for him to run into you. Whatever this was that Arthur had planned was not a party, more of a lively dinner and chat with friends, which Charles was thankful for because he was sure seeing you again in combination with heavy liquor would just result in his relapse. 

Charles enters the restaurant, seeing a few of his friends. He nods at some, smiles at others, and embraces the others rather tightly. He feels a bit lighter, slowly starting to think it might be a good idea he came. It was rather nice to be surrounded by friends, maybe for a while he can forget the despondency he left at home and in his car. 

“Hey, you came!” Arthur gleams, as he makes his way over to his older brother. He slings his arm over Charles’ shoulder, right after they exchange light kisses on the cheek. 

“Of course, I did,” Charles replies, glad he saw his brother again, who looked like he was having fun.

“Also, I know you already know but I invited her. She’s Carla’s friend and the three of us have a ton of mutual friends, it would just seem wrong not to,” Arthur raises the subject, something Charles hopes he wouldn’t, but it had to be addressed anyway.

“No, it’s fine.” he responds, trying to appear as emotionless as he can. “I mean, technically we have the same friends. It’d just be a matter of time before we had to see each other again.”

“I know, but-” the younger retorts, quite worriedly.

“It’s okay, Arthur. Besides, it was my decision to go anyway. I can’t avoid her forever.”

“Plus, it’s been what, 3 months? If by now I still can’t handle seeing her without breaking down then I really need to seek some help.” Charles says, followed by a light and quiet laugh. He tries to make a joke of it all, a desperate attempt to lighten the atmosphere, but not even his own brother is a stranger to his obvious salvage.

But all it really was was just humor. It really has been three months, a shy of 90 days since you departed from his life, but he’s afraid to admit he was still tethered to you and he’s even more scared to face the reality he might never be completely over you.

Arthur then left him as he proceeds to sit down. He chooses a seat near the corner of the table, already beside Joris and in front of a friend. This way it’s unlikely you had to sit in front of him or beside him. Before his brother left him to his thoughts, the younger Monegasque was quick to reassure him you haven’t arrived yet, so at the moment he should have nothing to worry about.

But then he hears your name. He hears Arthur greet you at a distance he knows is in the restaurant’s front doors. The sound of your lively and soothing voice travels to his ears and it’s as if he winces in pain by hearing you. If your voice alone can shatter the pieces of himself he didn’t even think he had anymore, he’s in fear of what happens to him when he gets to set his eyes on you.

Joris sends him a knowing stare, a look of worry in his eyes, and Charles knows it was his signal that you were right behind him. Charles tries his best to not look back, to not glance at you, even if it felt like he was physically fighting the muscles in his neck and back. 

You make your way to the table, smiling to friends and hugging some, and Charles feels his heart break as soon as his eyes landed on you. It didn’t make it better that you looked breathtaking, your hair neatly parted to the side, and the dress you wore hugged your body rather perfectly. He feels a lump in the back of his throat, still not immune to the effect you had on every room you entered. He didn’t know how you did it, but each time your presence fills a room, everything just becomes brighter and lighter. He feels his chest lighten, yet at the same time, it feels as if it’s being weighed down by tons of rocks.

The ridiculously long table Arthur had acquired was of no help. You were sitting fairly far away from him, but you were on the opposite side so he still got a clear view of you. The restaurant’s warm light hits you to perfection, the features of your face highlighted rather marvelously it makes Charles’ heart hurt. Deep down he feels you were avoiding his gaze, trying your best not to look at his direction, so Charles tells himself to do the same. For some time he desperately tries to fill his mind’s own silence by conversing with his friends, trying to forget the fact that you were mere seats away from him. 

He feels as if someone had ripped his heart out of his chest and smashed it to the ground, stomped on it until all the blood had drained out of it until it turns white and pale. Truly, seeing you had just proven he was still aching, in the same magnitude as the first day he slept on a bed without you in it. 90 days and still he thinks he hasn’t made any progress, so terrible he wants to bash his head just to get over you.

Charles wonders how someone can go from a soulmate to a stranger, how you can go from being the person he runs to when he feels like the world is crashing down on him to someone who’s behind the tears he quietly sheds at night. How someone who’s met his family and the entire team in Ferrari, how one can go from being Fred’s self-proclaimed daughter to someone he can’t even look at without being in pain.

No matter how hard he tried to avoid it, his eyes unconsciously still landed on you. He feels something pull at the nerves in his heart whenever you smiled and laugh, and he figures you were still as beautiful as the day he lost you. He closes his eyes and remembers the day the two of you hit your tipping point - the night you packed up your things and left your shared apartment, leaving Charles to ponder alone in a cold and empty room. He remembers how you both started to settle things as calmly as you could and he’d forgotten how you got to a point where it was just frustration and pent-up anger. He can still picture how you slammed the door behind you and he remembers how he threw his phone across the room - not aimed at you, but out of emotion. 

“Earth to Charles,” Joris snaps his fingers across the table, trying to get his attention.

“Yeah? Sorry, zoned out a bit.”

“Uh, Peter’s asking how you’ve been,” 

“Oh well I’m okay. Life’s not always sunshine and rainbows so it is what it is,” Charles replies, adding a small laugh at the end.

“Hey, by the way, I’m sorry about your split with Y/N. Must have been tough.” 

“It was,” he says, turning his head to look in your direction and looks back at his friend right after. “But it’s all good.” 

Except Charles was just a liar. It was not all good, he knew that, and everyone who knew him well enough would see right through him. He’s never been a good liar nor a good pretender, people close to him knew he was hurting. Joris knew it, thankfully, he got Peter to change the subject before he pried any further. But Charles couldn’t blame them, because they were witnesses to his greatest love story yet - the one he had with you. 

He misses you, so bad it makes him want to just walk up to you and tell you he longs for you. He misses you more than he remembers you. He doesn’t care about his friends anymore or what people might say, he doesn’t care if he’s going to ruin all the progress he’s made no matter how little it was, he wanted you back in his life it’s disrupting all his senses. All he could do now was look at you and wonder how you’ve been doing, because God knows he can’t ask you himself. He has a hundred questions he wants to ask you; how you’re processing everything, if you’ve been taking your supplements daily because you tend to forget, and if it was still him that resided in your heart. 

Except he can’t. So he decides to stash his feelings in a box and stowed it away in the back of his head. 

“Hey, uh, I’ll just get some fresh air.” Charles excuses himself, deciding to give himself a breather. Too preoccupied with his own thoughts, he doesn’t notice you were gone from the table as well. And maybe he’s better off not knowing, he didn’t attend tonight just so he can weep and watch you. 

Head down yet still cautious of the path he was walking, Charles continues his stride with the goal to get out of the restaurant so he could climb up its balcony that overlooked the city. 

As he climbs up the stairs, he notices a shadow, someone else coming down so he decides to step aside and let them through.

Much to his surprise, he was greeted with the only one he’s ever longed for and loved, still. 

“Charles,”

“Hi.”

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tagging: @slytherheign, @honethatty12, @siovhanroy (lmk if anyone else wants to be part of my tag list hehe)

notes: thank u sm for reading <333

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[togglesbloggle]

Just Between Us

If we're being honest, I'm really fascinated by secret societies.

This is in part an artifact of my Southern-ish upbringing, maybe? Like, the cultural tradition of (mostly male) secret societies isn't discussed much except as a joke or in the past tense, but they held on much longer in some places than one might naively think, the American South included. I was kinda-sorta invited to join the Masons once (there’s no such thing as an actual invitation; you have to ask.  But if somebody tells you this fact in confidence, they’re kinda asking you), and there are some groups associated with the Boy Scouts that they ran us through as a sort of 'trainer' secret organization. If you hang out in the right places, you'll eventually notice recruitment efforts for less benign versions- typically, right-wing militia groups work this way. And there's the Klan, of course, at the most evil end of the spectrum.

People tend to mark the heyday of the American social conspiracy as being in the first half of the 20th century, but as far as I know the pattern of highly gendered secret societies goes back basically all the way as far as we can track such things.  Much older than any of the societies themselves, anyway. The pattern is surprisingly robust across different cultures, and it’s also a clear precursor to ‘modern’ stuff like the Delta Force in the US military.  Even the famous white hoods adopted by the KKK (the second KKK that is, the resurgence from after Birth of a Nation was filmed) predate that organization by several centuries, and were a common motif in European secret orders going back at least to the late medieval period.

This is probably an under-examined part of why the Red Tribe’s got the weird narrative vulnerabilities that it does; why the odd beliefs so often take the form of conspiracies and ‘inner circles’ where the true evils are unmasked and the true righteous fight takes place.  A lot of them- particularly the older set, who came of age before the web- have direct experience with the world working this way!

I’ve been ruminating on this, lately.  Less because of the societies themselves, and more because of their second-order effects, the kind of unacknowledged changes that the presence and absence of really prominent secret organizations can make in the social fabric.  Think about it- if you know, if you really actually know with confidence, that there are networks of people (in practice, men) out there scouting for potential members, and that these groups have real and undeniable power over your world, then that immediately changes your landscape.  

For one, it passively encourages you to demonstrate the virtues of prominent societies in the hopes of being invited to join them, and you’ll be very self-policing in order to achieve this, because you never know who’s watching.  If those secret societies have a reputation for honesty, fortitude, and generosity, you’ll try to be honest, and enduring, and generous.  If they’re terrorists waging a campaign of racialized violence across America, you’ll be not just emboldened but incentivized to act in more racist ways at all times, for the promise of power and belonging as much as for any deeply felt racism you may feel.

And for another, it has a way of surrounding you with an intensely magical world.  You see your fellow-members in public, and wink, and know; you see others winking, and sharing an understanding, and wonder.  By their very nature, it’s ambiguous what, exactly, a secret society is capable of, how large it is, and so on.  The episode of The Simpsons making fun of the Masons plays on this to great effect, bouncing back and forth between (on the one hand) this huge ancient and wealthy organization controlling the fate of the world, and (on the other hand) the more grounded reality that a secret society in practice is an excuse to have fun hanging out with your friends and drinking a few beers.  But when the ‘secret society density’ hits a certain threshold, the banal realities of any given organization give way to the possibility that you just haven’t found the right secret society yet, the one where all the decisions are really made and all the power is really held.  You start asking a lot more who?-type questions, instead of how?-type questions.

Third, and I think this is probably a lot more important than people give it credit for, secret societies were one of the unacknowledged pillars of male homosocial intimacy, and their gradual disappearance from the landscape over the last seventy or so years has created a much more emotionally barren and hostile world for gender-conforming men.  It’s not unusual for someone to note that men seem really starved for intimacy; articles about men relying entirely on girlfriends and wives for their emotional support and comfort are a dime a dozen.  But consider that participating in a standing conspiracy of fellow-travelers is also an opportunity to practice emotional intimacy with other men, and that these are the perfect conditions in which to share feelings and offer mutual emotional support without contravening masculine norms.  And when participating in one or more such groups is the norm, they can become a load-bearing part of the culture of gender itself; traditional masculinity in the absence of secret societies may simply be less viable, but because nobody can talk about secret societies, it’s equally challenging to diagnose the problem.

I’ve been dancing lightly around one of the more important manifestations of the secret society in the modern era, which is of course being a sex pervert; it’s not the first conspiracy you think of, but it’s one of the forms that survived the internet boom, so it’s a good example.  The Friends of Dorothy were a secret society in every way that mattered, back in the day, and many of their modern successors still are.  As with the Masons, one pretty much has to invite oneself, but they’re usually quite welcoming to new members that show an interest.  Consider the ways that these groups reward and cultivate certain virtues, even outside their perimeter; consider how they re-enchant the world; consider how they open the door to close friendships and emotional intimacy with others.

It’s the social power that fascinates me as much as anything, I think.  As with everything this powerful, it’s often quite evil; actually it’s far from obvious that secret societies in toto have been a force for good in the world.  But is there some way to cultivate that social potency in a way that’s ordered to the good?  Some lurking alternative to the brute power of statecraft and economics and social norms?  So very enticing…

[dazed--xx]

Breathless

Member: Hyunjin x reader  

Word count: 21.3K

IDOL CAMEOS: Karina-Aespa, Yeji-Itzy, Lia-Itzy, Joshua-Seventeen, Chanyeol-Exo

Trigger warnings:  SMUT, toxic relationships, ANGST, oral sex, breeding kink, unprotected sex (wrap it up guys), fake texts, mentions of alcholism (By side character), mentions of cheating, mentions of medical issues, mentions of anxiety. anything else i could have forgotten.

A/N:  I wanted to start writing for other groups for a while, and i watched the Case 143 comeback and just fell down a Stray Kids rabbit hole again so i decide to write this i hope you guys enjoy, let me know if you want a part two. also i do commissions, personally i dont like buy me a coffee but i do have cashapp, paypal and venmo if you ever want to get a commission i do still have a buy me a coffee as well anyway enjoy

“Can't you stay?”  

Your voice is shaky as you look at him with hope filled eyes. You could tell even just from looking at his back, as an annoyed sigh is released from his lips, he had rolled his eyes. “Cant. Sorry” He states matter of factly. He wasn’t sorry... you knew he wasn’t; he never was. He always said it anytime you'd ask, never giving a reason beyond ‘cant’ yet you still find yourself asking “w-why not?” your tone is so soft you don’t even register the words had actually come out until he snaps “I mean it's not really your business is it?” quickly turning to face you as he forces his shirt on. “Does it matter?” your teeth capture your bottom lip as you hold the blanket over your bare chest. Your gaze avoiding his glare “I guess not...” the familiar prick behind your eyes has your vision blurring. You hear your bedroom door open “H-have fun I guess....” you call to him only to be met with the sound of the door closing.

Of course, not.... You hadn't expected as much anyway.  

  In the past 10 months of your relationship with him you have learned plenty of things about Hwang Hyunjin. He was a passionate dance major, spending more time in the dance studio than in his own dorm. He had a love for art, with dozens of classic paintings littering his dorm. Along with his own. He was independent, charming, and undeniably gorgeous. But he was also cold, distant, and lacked social etiquette. He was quick to tell you exactly what was on his mind whether it hurt or not. If he chose not to vocalize his disinterest; his expression was an open book for all to read anyway. He enjoyed the party lifestyle, if his social media was anything to go by, he’d often be spotted in the background of photos with his best friends; Seo Changbin and Han Jisung.

Everyone in your university wanted at least one of them. Most of the female population had a ‘night to remember’ story with either one of them. They were blunt and honest about their lack of commitment, only needing a warm body as a temporary place holder in their beds.

Relationships were off the table. Sure, they’d be down for a good time here or there but in Jisung’s own words “Relationships equal clingy annoying problems” which is why you were so surprised when Hyunjin asked for exclusivity oh so matter of factly last year. You had been sleeping together on and off after your dance instructors paired you up for your first joint project between both of your classes. It had been a late night in the studio running through one of your last rehearsals before evaluations. You weren't sure if it was the close sensual nature of the choreography, thanks to Hyunjin, or the ambiance in the dimly lit studio but as the song came to its conclusion; both of your chests heaving against each other, your eyes meet. Your bottom lip finds its way in between your teeth. His hand caressing your cheek as his thumb traces over your bottom lip “Fuck......Don't. Don’t do that” his voice full of something unfamiliar to you. “Do what?” you ask innocently your hands grip his shirt. His hold on you tightens around your waist, pulling you closer into his slim muscular figure. The tip of his tongue brushes over his plush lips. Your cheeks and ears burn a bright scarlet. Looking back, you weren't entirely sure who initiated it but soon, your lips meet. Shortly after you felt the cool glass mirror against your bare chest as Hyunjin attacked your core. His thrusts ruthless until you reached a mind-bendingng orgasm. Youd only realized your mistake afterward when he quickly fixed his clothes and ran out the door.  

You took the loss in stride. Avoiding the topic during the last 2 weeks of rehearsal, acting as if it never happened. You never stayed alone with him longer than necessary, you'd pull away the moment the song came to an end even though sometimes he’d try to hold you in place for a while longer. Youd make sure the studio was properly lit at all times. Only texting him about rehearsals and quickly dismissing his selfies and flirty remarks. You would begin spending your lunch in the university library when Jisung set his sights on your best friend, Karina, and he and his best friends began impeding on your time with your best friends. Only truly having to come face to face with Hyunjin at your evaluation.  

As the song came to a close you ripped yourself from Hyunjin’s grasp, thanked the judges for their time, collected your phone and made your way out of the studio and into the locker room. Reaching your locker, you force your dance bag out of its confinement. A sigh of relief is released from your throat. Your eyes focusing on the mirror you kept on the back wall; you steady your breathing. Closing the door, the need to shower now replacing your anxiety. Turning toward the private showers your face is met with a wall of muscle. The familiar cologne fills your nostrils, dread fills your stomach as you silently beg the ground to swallow you whole. “Sorry” you murmur as you attempt to make your way around him. A small ‘tsk’ is heard from above you as he places himself in front of you again. “Do you have a problem or something?” you snap. An amused smirk finds its way to his plush lips. Damn you Hwang, you think to yourself, as he shrugs and shakes his head. “Why are you avoiding me?” He pouts. You hate how your heart races “I'm not” you shrug “Just no reason for us to interact anymore” his eyebrows scrunch together his pout only growing at your words “You don’t want me anymore?” needless to say you ended that interaction pressed against the shower wall his lips attached to your neck as he guides you on his shaft. Only for the cycle to continue over and over until your presence in each other's lives was nonstop. Then one day he had asked you to be his girlfriend with a nonchalant shrug, murmuring back a shy ‘yes’ and 10 months later your cat and mouse game continued.  

Apart from the occasional quickie or stolen kiss, you rarely see the man that claims to be your boyfriend. Your offers to accompany him to the studio remain declined, stolen moments with him moved from the library study rooms to either one of your dorms in the late hours of the night. You should have seen his rejection coming; it's all he’s ever done. His friends, the studio, parties all get more of Hyunjin’s time than you. With the summer coming to an end and the dance studio finally opening up again tonight, you knew immediately he’d go; especially with it being all the other dance majors can talk about due to the party being held there.  

“UM....HELLOOO!!!” your dormmate Lia, exclaimed as she snapped in front of your eyes pulling you out of your trance. You glare at her petite frame. “Busy in wonderland there, Alice?” she giggles. “HA.HA. You’re so funny I forgot to laugh.” you quip. “Anyway...what's up?” you question adjusting the blanket, Lia places a pout on her lips “I need a favor”

“If it's buying condoms for you again the answer is no” you growl.  

“No, smartass. Not this time, but I'm really busy studying for the stupid exam I have tomorrow since my psychology professor is a psychopath and Yeji is sick do you think you can run and grab some medicine for her?” she pleads. You smirk at her “What if I was busy?”  

“With what? Hwang left already. You’re going to spend the rest of the night in bed. Like you always do” she snarls before she turns and makes her way out the door.  

“Love you. Goodnight.” she calls

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You couldn’t help but get lost in the beauty that is Jongno-gu, walking along the river toward Yeji’s off campus dorm. Your eyes drift to the beautiful lights that decorate the road indicating the little restaurants and shops. An envious feeling grows in the pit of your stomach as a young man chases his girlfriend around the gorgeous area; smiles plastered on their faces as he finds his arms encasing her from behind. Lucky....you think to yourself. If only you were more like Lia or Yeji or Karina. You take a single pause in your movements. A memory growing in your mind of you having to spend your last paycheck at your summer job your senior year on bail for Karina due to her ex cheating on her and her taking a bat to his car and him. Okay maybe not Karina......you thought. The whirring of an engine cutting your thoughts off as a single headlight blinds you. You force yourself right and collide with the hard concrete. Brushing your hair out of your face before you dust off your legs. Pulling yourself off the ground, you notice the motorcyclist shoving the bike off his leg. “Oh my god! Are-Are you okay?” Your eyes widen in panic as you rush toward the driver. He unbuckles his helmet and pulls it off.  

Your heart races as honey blonde hair begins blowing subtly in the small wisps of wind. His brown eyes sitting in a scowl. You couldn’t help but stare at his heart shaped plush lips, noticing the freckles that litter his face.  

Fuck...

He was absolutely mesmerizing. He opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by the roar of multiple engines. His eyes widen as he stares in the direction he came, tossing his helmet into your arms he takes off in the direction you had just come from. Your eyes widen as you stare down at the glossy black and red headgear. “E-Excuse--” you tried to call after him as 4 motorbikes whip past you following after the mystery man. You contemplate just leaving the helmet on the bike and returning to your task. You groan to yourself as you notice the headlight still on and the idling of the engine. You stomp your foot in frustration.  

Ughh this is so not worth my time....  

You notice the bikes disappearing in the distance. Taking the helmet and placing it on the ground before you grab the handlebars of the motorcycle and after a long struggle you were finally able to lift it. Bringing the kickstand down you place the helmet on the seat. The tightness in your chest from the unexpected work out has you reconsidering if you care if the bike got stolen or not; the owner obviously didn’t. You stare in the direction of Yeji’s place noticing the beautiful welcoming lights. You growl to yourself as you slowly lift the kickstand taking hold of the handlebars once again you drag the vehicle in the direction its owner dashed to. Your eyes roam the area as you wearily drag the bike along in search of its owner. You notice a group of motorcycles in the parking lot to the docks. Hiding the bike behind the dumpster in front of said lot. Helmet in your arms, you quietly make your way toward the sound of shouting. You can hear them getting louder as you stand against a pilar attached to the side of the dock. You notice the honey blonde stranger dashing toward the end of the pier you were currently on. You thanked God no one saw you as they dashed past you. You throw your head back in relief and in an instant a sharp pain rings through the back of your skull.  

You groan placing your hand over your mouth and rolling your eyes at your foolishness. Your heart sinks into your ass as red and blue lights begin to come from behind you and the loud wail of a siren rings through the air. Your eyes widen in bewilderment as you quickly try to find an off switch on the unexpectedly placed 112 help box. You can hear the sounds of the boys retreat as you continuously hit the box. The siren finally coming to a halt.

You let out a sigh of relief as you slowly back out from your hiding spot. Your back meeting a warm wall.  where one previously was not; you jump at the contact, whipping around you come face to face with the angelic honey blonde stranger. A gasp escapes your throat at the sudden closeness, his lips were drawn in a straight line, arms crossed over his chest. “Are you a stalker or something?” he questions, you were shocked at the amount of bass in his voice. Your eyebrows scrunch together letting out an annoyed scoff as you turn to leave. A ‘tsk’ is released from his lips as his hand grabs your hood and pulls you back into his chest; his arm snakes around your waist. You turn your head to face him, your heart races as your noses brush. Your eyes widen as you pull back, your eyes roaming over his face. They land on his alluring heart shaped lips. You wondered what it would be like to kiss them, though you don’t believe they’d feel as good as Hyunjin’s, they do look quite soft. Butterflies danced in your stomach, as his lips turned up into an amused smirk “What are you looking at?” He quips. Your face is painted a bright scarlet as you force yourself from his arms “Bye!” you call as you dash toward the direction of Yeji’s place. You can hear his deep raspy voice calling toward you as you continue your escape; completely and utterly embarrassed. Your legs refusing to stop until you finally reach Yeji’s door. Knocking as you try to catch your breath.  

“Finally,” Yeji declares as she swings open her door. Her cheeks a rosy, pink, lilac fluffy blanket enveloping her petite figure. “Where the hell did you get a helmet?”

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You hate Mondays.  

And not in the Garfield way or the ‘79 school shooter way. You just hate them with a passion from today on. After yesterday's rounds with Hyunjin and the motorcycle debacle your body is absolutely sore and ready to give up on itself. Regretting even getting out of bed, you stare tiredly at the gates of the university. You scowl at the crowds of people with happy smiles on their faces, coffee in hand. A yawn escapes from your throat before you could stop it, you notice a small crowd standing under the cherry blossom tree. Your hair races as you recognize the familiar blonde tresses, a smile on his lips as he slightly shoves Jisung. You take a small step forward before your movements halt; a petite brunette and what you could assume to be her friends came into to view. Her hand lay on Hyunjin’s bicep before she slowly trails it along his arm. He smiles at her leaning in and whispering something in her ear. A gut-wrenching sting fills your stomach as your throat burns with jealousy when you see him remove a petal from her hair and stroke a stray hair behind her ear. Your breathing grows shaky as tears threaten to fall.  

A manicured hand snapping in your face forces you to pull your attention away from the pair. You smile as a coffee is handed to you; a pair of arms are wrapped around your neck as you come face to face with your childhood best friend, Yoo Ji-Min (who’d kill you if you called her anything but Karina. Her new name she had claimed when she declared she wanted to be an idol 5 years ago). “What are we staring at?” she questions as she places her cheek against yours releasing you from her grasp as she notices the pair. “Seriously?” she scoffs. You shake your head at her tone “They're just talking....” you mumble. She crosses her arms over her chest “Thats why I found you alone instead of over there like last year?” she growls. You shrug in response “I don’t want to bother with it right now, I'm so tired”  

“What are you doing for your intro solo today?” she asks, your whole-body tenses as your eyes widen in realization “crying?” you respond. “You?! The queen of having everything planned down to the second of a song doesn’t have a plan? Like no choreo at all?” Karina gasps as she drags you along the path to the dance building. “Don't remind me, okay? I went through too much last night! And no are you crazy of course I have some choreo it's just not........up to my standards I guess” you whine as you stomp your foot pressing your chest against her arm with your chin sitting on her shoulder. “So then, you're ready” she smirks wrapping her arm around your shoulders. “You over think these things Y/N you need to relax honestly, you're a great choreographer and you're only in your second semester! Your dance is fine” she reassures you.  

You shrug in response “Not this time....” your eyes can't help but drift to the pair once again. The girl leaned against the cherry blossom tree, Hyunjin stood a little too close as she giggled at something he was saying. “No! THIS time I decided ‘oh let's be special lets at stunts’ and then completely forget I even had to do the damn dance and now I'm going to make a complete fool of myself. The instructor already emailed me personally to tell me she was looking forward to my solo specifically, I can’t go in there and fall on my---BIKE!!!!” Your whines were cut off by a loud shout and the familiar roar of an engine grew louder. Hearing it come closer and closer to you, you whip your head around only to see the familiar silhouette of a motorcycle barreling toward you; quickly wrapping both of your hands around Karina’s arms you shove her back with your back pressed against her chest. Your heart races as you notice the black and red bike. Your eyes flashing to the driver, “no. Way...." You whisper to yourself in disbelief as the driver cuts off the engine and pulls off the matte black helmet. The same angelic glowing stupid face...you think to yourself. You notice a group of guys greeting him with warm cheers and hugs. A glare sits on your face as anger courses through your veins like venom. Releasing your hold on Karina you stomp your way over to the honey blonde boy.  

He smiles as your eyes meet; your hands quickly meet his chest as you shove him back. A loud ‘oh’ is heard from the small crowd of boys. “That is the second and last time you almost kill me with that thing” you exclaim as you shove him again. His hand wraps around your wrist and pulls you into his chest. Fighting against his hold you notice the smug smirk on his lips. Your knee jerks into his thigh. He jumps at the close call. “If you don’t want me to hit you there let me, go cause that was the warning shot.” you growl. “Are you calm?” he questions. “I won't hit you again if that’s what you're asking” at your words his grip is released on your waist.  

As soon as you were free you punched his arm  

“You said!”

“I lied! Do you have a thing for almost running me over or can you just not see for shit?” He places his finger in his chin as if he were thinking “I think it’s a you thing” You glare at him “I should have let your stupid bike get stolen” you grumble as you turn to return to Karina. Your movements are brought to a halt as you notice all eyes on you. Your eyes drift over the crowd as you feel a hand on your wrist. You turn your head to the owner “Wait.” he smiles. Your heart races as your eyes meet “w-what?”  

“You still have my helmet, gorgeous” he whispers in your ear. Your eyes widen in realization as you pull away from him. “Fuck! I do!” You exclaim “I'm so sorry I'll bring it to you tomorrow” your eyes fall on Karina who looked on in amusement a mischievous glint in her eye. Looking past her, you notice Hyunjin’s attention fully on you; a scowl on his face his arm wrapped in Jisung’s grip. “She your girlfriend Lixie?” One of his friends teased as you stomp past them. You glare at him, Bang Chan, the school's number 1 in academics a senior. Deciding it's better to just let it go you shake your head and stomp away.  

Karina rushes to your side, her hands quickly wrapping themselves around your arm as she drags you toward the dance building.  

“Explain. Now.” she demands

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You can't help the smile that remains planted on your lips as you enter the dance studio. Dropping your bags in the corner and out of the way you drag Karina to the center of the room and dropping into your position for stretching. The studio always made you find a sense of relief and comfort. You loved the way you’d lose yourself in the choreography. You were quite flexible; taking advantage of the gymnastics and taekwondo skills you’ve acquired over the years now making you able to include high level stunts in your routines. While you wouldn’t say you were the best dancer in your major, you could argue you were in the top 15. Changing from your legs open to spreading into a straddle you grasp Karinas hands as she slowly lays back.  

“Damn Y/N, if I knew you could do that, I definitely would have hit that before Hwang” Jisung whispered in your ear, a scoff is released from your throat as your head whips around to see Jisung only a couple of inches from your face. Your eyes widen as you pull your head farther away from his face. “What is wrong with you?” You question in disgust as a black boot comes in contact with Jisung’s ribcage kicking him over. Your eyes trail up the person's figure, only to be met with your boyfriend's bored expression focused on you his hands sitting in his pockets. You quickly look away as your cheeks heat up, butterflies fluttering all over your stomach. “It was a fucking joke....” Jisung mumbled, as he glides across the floor next to Karina “Kiss it better?” he pouts to her. You feel a warmth surrounding you, a pair of arms wrapping around your waist. You notice Jisung staring awestruck at Karina while she did her split stretching one up and leaning back. “Do that on me please” He begs her, her cheeks burn a bright scarlet. You feel Hyunjin’s fingers losing themselves in your hair as he places his face in your neck. You tangle your fingers in his hair, a shy smile growing on your face; your ears and cheeks burning a bright scarlet at the new action.  

“Oh my god! Why are you here?” Karina snaps both of your eye's flash to her and Jisung who now had his head on her shoulder “Aren't you a music major?” He lifts his head from her and places his hand on his chest “You’re keeping tabs on me?!” A sly smirk grows on his face “You should just let me give you what you want baby”  

“I'd rather fuck a double-edged sword” She growls.

��Can I watch?”  

“Why are you such a fan? Huh Simp Boy?”  

“You act like you don’t want me” Jisung counters, his eyebrow raised. You shake your head as you roll your eyes. “Ladies” you interrupt “You’re both pretty” you groan before you reluctantly pull yourself from Hyunjin’s grasp and stand up. You can feel his eyes on you as you make your way toward the water fountain. “Where are you going?” Karina calls. “Away from whatever the fuck is going on with you two” you retort.  

Taking a deep breath, you feel the uncomfortable pressure that filled you once Hyunjin’s arms encased you. That’s odd... you thought Hes never done anything like that before.  

You remember the scowl embedded on his face, Jisung’s hand wrapped firmly around his wrist. You know you'd have to explain the interaction......possibly, judging by the way he, himself, was flirting with another girl this morning he more than likely wouldn’t even care. You laugh at the irony; you don’t understand why you felt so guilty when he didn’t, yet you did. “Wow helmets leave some water for the fish” A familiar deep velvety voice rings from behind you. You hate how annoyingly sexy you find it----Helmet?!?! A glare forms on your eyes as you turn to face him. “Are you stalking me or something?” A bright smile is brought to his face, your heart flutters at the action, a warmth grows in your stomach.  

“Why, Helmet you seem to think highly of yourself” He quips, his eyebrow raised “Why? you into that sort of thing?” he winks. Your mouth falls agape at his question. How could someone that looks so angelic be such a.........demon. “Stop calling me that! My name is Y/N”  

“Well do I have my helmet?”

“Well, no but---But nothing until I have my very expensive helmet back, you'll be whatever I call you” He cut you off “You'll have it tomorrow until then-------OKAY PEOPLE! I don’t have all day so I’ll make this quick. Places! I'm explaining this one time and one time only. You will all be doing your intro solos if you aren't prepared that’s not my problem; everyone got the email. Everyone will be required to perform a routine that best represents your dance style; you will then be paired up with another person that’s style matches your own. They will be your partner for the rest of the semester. Any Questions?” The instructor declared as she barreled through the double doors, dropping her bag and placing herself at the head of the room. Everyone's eyes roamed around the room as the stragglers began to join the semi-circle that had formed due to the instructor's abrupt entrance. You notice a familiar pixie like brunette in your place beside Hyunjin.

  Great......she's here too.... you thought to yourself.  

“Okay! Yang Ye-na you're up” the instructor calls as the girl stands from her spot and makes her way to the center of the room. You grow envious at the winks her and Hyunjin exchange. You notice the darkness in his eyes as he stares her down. Embarrassment fills you as you beg the ground to swallow you whole. Tears burn your eyes at the realization, He doesn’t care......You were so fucking stupid to think you were different; that he wanted you and only you. Of course, he’d want her, she was absolutely flawless. Her beautiful wavy hair pulled up in a half up half down style; her bangs framed her face perfectly. Her body was curvy in all the right places while you were just average. Hyunjin was practically a god, why would he actually waste his time on you when he could be with women on his level. You’re snapped out of your thoughts by the sounds of applause. Quickly joining in with your peers, you clap unenthusiastically.  

The rest of the performances flew by, you received high praises for your choreography to ‘Unholy’ by Sam Smith. Yet, you quickly placed yourself where you previously sat and tucked your face behind your hair. Continuing your train of (over) thought. Going through the motions as everyone performed but Karina. You couldn’t help yourself when your best friend performed. Your applause louder than the rest of the class as her song came to its conclusion. A proud smile on your face. “Okay! That was the final dancer, good job everyone.” the instructor calls as she tapes a paper to the mirror. “Here are your partners” she declares as she walks toward the back of the room. Everyone quickly rushed over to the list.

Choi Yeonjun-Han Eunji

Han Jisung-Yoo Ji-Min

Hwang Hyunjin-Yang Ye-na

Jung Wooyoung- Hwang Yeji

Kang Chanhee-Kwon Eunbin

Lee Juyeon-Kim Min-Jeong

Lee Minho-Lee Chae-yeon

Lee Yongbok-Park Y/N

Son Dongju-Lee Seoyeon

Your heart sank in your chest as Karina grasped your arm examining the list. A scowl grows on her flawless feature. Her mouth hanging open as she internally rages. “NO!” she finally exclaims. You hear a chuckle from behind you, turning around your met with Jisung standing with an arrogant smirk “It's like were meant to be or something” He laughs. Karina fakes a gag as she shoves her way out of the crowd. Jisung reaches out to her “But Baby!” you couldn’t help but laugh at his antics. Shoving your own way out, you notice Hyunjin and Ye-na huddled in the corner by the speaker. A smile planted on his lips as he sat beside her. Your eyebrows scrunch together as they shift closer. You knew his reputation but at least last year he was fucking subtle. Why'd he even ask you out? You wonder to yourself. It's not like he actually acted like he was in a relationship. It was always late-night booty calls when no one could dare catch either of you leaving the others dorm. Your texts typically go unanswered and if he does take the time to respond it's always one or two words. You notice his hand now placed on her knee, as he stared at her. Wow you thought to yourself.

Your view of the pair is blocked by the one person you wished you'd never have to deal with again. “WOW!” you roll your eyes at his enthusiasm. You notice Hyunjin and Ye-na's attention leaving each other and turning it to the loud boom of the boys' voice in front of you. You finally plant your eyes on his face, his eyes are squinted adorably as his heart shaped lips formed an angelic smile. “Looks like were partners, Helmet” He states happily “It's like fate. Maybe you're like my soulmate or something?” you groan in response “or god just hates me....” you stomp your foot, grabbing your water bottle from the ground and shoving past him toward Karina.  

“C’mon Helmet, don’t break my heart already” He whined as he followed you wrapping his arm around your shoulder and jostling your hair. “Yah! Do you want to die?!” you threaten as you shove him off you and fix your hair. You hold back a laugh as, Yongbok apparently, trips over his feet and comes colliding with the person walking past. Your hand smacks over your mouth as you snicker while he bows his head at the person mumbling a quick apology before springing up and reaching for you. You hold your arm out your finger pointed at him “No, whatever it is youre planning. Unplan it” you warn as you take a step back. He feigns innocence shaking his head and holding his hands up in surrender.  

“Cute” he states matter of factly

“What?”

“Nothing just the fact that you thing you're scary is cute”

“Okay. No.” you hear from behind Yongbok before you feel a strong grip on your arm as you are whisked toward the door. Your eyes land on your captor, the familiar mop of blonde hair. Your eyes widen as you look at Karina pleading for her help. She sat comfortably in her position giving you a knowing smirk.  

You stumbled on your feet as Hyunjin continued to drag you out of the studio. You struggle to stay up right as to you tried to keep up with his pace. Your nerves build as he pulls you into an empty studio locking the door before he shoved you against the wall. A loud ‘THUD’ rings through the room. Your eyes drift over his flawless features, an irritated glare planted on his eyes. “What the fuck do you think you're doing?” he growls wrapping his hand around your throat sending a shock to your core. Your eyebrows scrunch together as a confused pout forms on your lips “W-what?” He presses his body against yours “Dont act fucking stupid” he snaps his grip getting tigher on your throat making your panties grow wet. “Hyun, I really don’t know what youre tal---Why was he all over you?” he cuts you off. You’re completely awestruck at his question. Your mouth hangs open in disbelief, the words not coming to you

His patience grew thinner as each second passed. You hate to admit it to yourself but he has you absolutely soaked. “I-its not like that” you finally mutter “I just met him”

“When?”

“When what?”

“when did you meet him?” he asks “you two seem.....comfortable” you almost laugh at the irony, he had some nerve that’s for sure. “I mean its not really your business is it?” you quip throwing his words from last night back at him “Does it matter?” you see a fire grow in his eyes “so what? Youre fucking him now?” He spits. An offended scoff is released from your throat “Sure, I mean its not like youre the only person I've fucked for the past few months.” You argue.  

“Does he know that?”  

“Does Ye-na?” you counter.  

A smug smirk grows on his lips, as his eyes drift to your lips. “Does he know how hard I fuck you?” Hyunjin asks as he turns you around pressing your chest against the cool wall. You whine at his rough action. “I just met him!” you declare “Yet he has a little name for you” His nip at your ear, his fingers tangling themselves in your hair gripping it roughly and forcing your head back. You groan internally at the mention of the new nickname. You hate how easily Hyunjin turns you into a whimpering pleasing mess for him. His arousal evident as he presses his member against you. His lips brush over your ear, his free hand trailing over your jaw before gripping your chin and forcing you to face him. Your bottom lip finds its way in-between your teeth. Your eyes connecting once more, his grasp on your hair tightens. Suppressing a moan, you squeeze your thighs together pressing your ass firmly against his hard member.

Your breaths fill the air as your body trembles in arousal and hints of fear. You’ve never seen Hyunjin this mad or angry in general. His eyes burned holes into you, your eyes flashing behind him. Your body jumps when you feel his soft plush lips on your throat; fingers wrapping in his hair pulling him closer to you. It was no secret to anybody, including Hyunjin, that you were weak for him. Even if you typically would not stand for half of the things, he put you through you still find yourself making excuses for it time and time again. Yet, in moments like this, where you can see that glint in his eye you can trick yourself into thinking you were more than a temporary fascination. You hate how badly you want him despite his previous actions in the day. You’ve never been the bratty type, but the look on Hyunjin’s face unlocks a new part of you. You’ve never thought to actually test Hyunjin’s limits and see how far you could take things like he’s done oh so many times before. Still, you can't find yourself stopping the words before they come out.  

“Hes cute isn't he?” A mischievous smirk plays on your lips. “And he’s my dance partner. You never know what could happen when you have to be so......close” you whisper in his ear seductively. You could practically feel yourself dripping in anticipation when you feel Hyunjin’s body tense against yours; Pulling back you can't help the warmth that grows in your chest when you notice the panicked expression painting Hyunjin’s face. His jaw clenches as his strong grip returns to your hair pulling you forward so your faces were only centimeters apart. “You wanna repeat that? I don’t think I heard you correctly” He challenges, you knew this was your one and only chance to take back what you said but you felt a little rebellious considering he was all but sucking face with Ye-na; so instead you chuckle “Don’t worry babe, you’ll always be my favorite” using another one of his infamous lines. You can see why he always antagonizes you when you berate him for never knowing when to draw the line; because the panicked look on his face and possessive grip he holds on to you has you ready to risk it all.  

“I better be your only” He growls as he shoves your faces closer together finally closing the space between your lips. You moan at the contact; his hand releases your chin wrapping itself around your waist pulling you deeper into his form. His teeth nibbling at your bottom lip “only me, baby” he whines against your lips “Hyun, you know I only want you” you reassure between kisses. You whine as he pulls himself away and releases his grip on your hair. A look of confusion falls on your face as you turn to look at him. A squeak is released from your throat as his arms encase your waist. His lips attack your neck leaving a wet trail along his path to your sweet spot. You whimper against him as your hands find their way under his shirt, roaming along his muscular torso. You feel a shock run down your spine and into your core as he sucked roughly on the sensitive skin leaving a large purplish red mark, as his fingers dance along the waistband of your leggings. “All mine...” he groans in your ear, the roughness in his voice making you almost cum in your panties. You nod in excitement at his words as his hand plunges into your waistband. Not wasting anytime, he quickly enters your panties his fingers teasing your slit.

You jump at the feeling, a whimper forcing its way out. “Can he make your pretty pussy this wet?” He questions as he rubs circles into the bud. You shake your head in response; He brings his fingers to a halt. You practically cry “D-daddy, please...” you beg grasping at the waistband of his joggers. “Use your words, baby” He teases “Can your little dance partner make your pussy as wet as daddy does?” You bite your lip as he begins his motions again “N-No” you moan. Hyunjin brings his lips centimeters from yours; your lips brushing ever so slightly as he continued his toying with your sensitive clit.  

“No what?”  

“He doesn’t even get me wet at all daddy”  

Hyunjin gives you a faux pout “Aww baby, that’s cause even this tight little pussy knows who owns it” you nod in response, your eyes roll to the back of your head as he plunges two digits into your hole. His lips connect with yours as he roughly begins pumping his fingers into your core hitting the familiar bundle of nerves deliciously. His tongue brushes against your bottom lip before groaning and forcing his tongue into your mouth. You moan against his lips as his tongue dominates your mouth. Your hand palming him over his joggers, “Yeah you're doing so good, you only want to be good for me, huh baby?” His voice is rough, lips swollen as he presses his forehead against yours; his hips buck into your hand. “Y-yes daddy” you whimper “no one but you” His lips press against yours hungrily, his fingers thrusting mercilessly; you nibble on his bottom lip as your hands roam over his body. Your mouth hangs open as a familiar knot builds in your stomach. “I-I'm gonna---” your words are cut off as Hyunjin’s pace speeds up bringing you over the edge. “Fuck cum for me” He groans as his lips attack your throat. “Only daddy could make you feel this good baby, fuck... you got my cock so fucking hard” You can only respond with a moan, your fingers run through his hair pulling him deeper into you. Your legs are shaking as you come down from your high. He pulls his hand out of your pants lifting his fingers to your mouth. You connect your eyes as you bring his fingers into your mouth, his mouth hangs open at the action; pupils blown out.

“You look so pretty when you act like a little slut for me, baby” He coos

Your cheeks heat up at the praises, unable to hide your smile you bury your face in his neck. You hear a chuckle rumble through his chest, his arms tighten around your waist pressing you against him. Your cheeks burn a bright scarlet under his gaze, you pull back from him. His eyes are hooded, lust clouding over them. His tongue traces over his bottom lip, before connecting them with yours once more. A gasp is released from your throat as your back is pressed against the wall, his hand running down your thigh lifting your leg at the knee pressing you even deeper against him. Your hips buck at the contact of his clothed member “Are you gonna be a good girl and let daddy fuck you?” he groans against your lips. You nod enthusiastically, “pl-please daddy, I'll be so good for you” your hands run over his chest and along his abdomen as you pressed small kisses against his neck earning a moan from Hyunjin. The sound has you enthusiastically sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin. Your heart swelled with pride as you observed the mark you had left on his neck, your eyes trailing over him only to be greeted with a fucked-out expression on his face. Letting his forehead fall against yours, your noses brushing ever so slightly “Fuck baby....” He whispers against your lips “as much I'd love to fuck your mouth right now I need to be inside you” His hand quickly forces your leggings down around your ankles taking your panties with them before freeing his own member from its confines.  

Your mouth waters at the sight, his hand wrapped around his shaft as his painfully red tip leaked precum. Before you knew it your chest was once again pressed against the cool wall. Hyunjin’s large hand cups your ass before giving it a loud, painful smack.  

“Fuck...” you groan. Throwing your head back in pleasure as Hyunjin’s cock glided up and down on your folds teasing your clit.  

“Please...” you whine

“Please what baby?”  

“Please fuck me Daddy”  

You feel Hyunjin’s hips thrust forward at your words, before pulling away slightly. “Fuck” He growls your head whipping around to see him searching his bag and wallet a frustrated scowl on his face. “What is it?” you question removing your pants as he throws his bag to the ground “I don’t have a condom” Oh. A disappointed pout forms on your lips, you bite your lip before nervously suggesting “I mean.... I am on birth control” your eyes roam over the room before landing on him. His expression turning from frustrated, to confused before his mouth hangs open in realization. “Are you sure?” He can't even begin to try to hide his enthusiasm. “I-I mean unless you don’t want to” your voice is small, your eyes not meeting his “s-sorry I shouldn’t have suggested it” you apologize. “Come here” he calls as he sits against the sofa in the corner. You hesitantly make your way over standing in front of him shyly. His hand takes a hold of yours pulling you into his lap, so you straddle his hips. His hand caresses your cheek, “Do you want me to fuck you raw baby?” You try to hide your face in his neck as his hands trail over your thighs. He brushes his nose with yours “No, look at me” Your eyes connect as you nod biting your bottom lip grinding your bare pussy against his shaft. Weak whimpers leave your throat as he connects your lips.  

“Fuck I can't get enough of you baby” He moans pressing your hips tighter against him increasing the friction on your clit. His tip continuously teases at your hole. Your hand sliding between your bodies holding his member in place before gliding him inside you slowly. Your eyes fall on Hyunjin, his mouth hung open as his head fell back against the sofa. “F-fuck...” his hands hold you in place “Don't. Don’t move yet” he struggled to get out. His heart raced as he stared at you behind hooded eyes, your cheeks a bright red. His tongue ran over his bottom lip as his cock twitched inside you. He fights the need to cum embarrassingly fast. He had just gotten inside you and he felt like he would explode already. He struggles not to thrust mercilessly into you as you press your chest against his. His lips following yours until they meet his hands guiding you up and down on his member. Hyunjin could have sworn he’d seen stars. For the many times he’s had sex, he’s never even thought to go raw but during the course of your relationship he couldn’t help but imagine the scenario every single time he was inside you. He wondered what it would be like to paint your walls with his cum. You’d always taken him so well; he gets lost in the sight of his cock disappearing inside your tight little pussy. “Look at you baby” He moans “I bet your dance partner would love to be me right now” your pussy clenches at his words.  

He hated how jealous he had gotten, but how fucking dare that guy? You were his. He fought the urge to fuck up into you harshly to remind you of who you belonged to; him. “Fuck daddy you stretch my pussy out so well” you moan. He holds back a smile at the almost pornographic noises coming out of your mouth. He could never get over this feeling, he loved every moment he had a chance to spend ruining the innocence your beautiful face portrays. He loved the look on your face as you came around him. And him only. He craved your body every time he was away from you wanting to bury himself deep inside your womb and remain there. He lost his will to hold back as your lips attacked his neck once again; an action he used to detest but now he found himself praying for you to leave your mark on him. Claim him for the rest of the world to see. “You’re doing so well” He praises as his hips find a steady rhythm into your g spot. “You make daddy feel so good, baby” a feral growl is released from his chest as you come undone with a moan of his name. His resolve completely breaks as he feels the familiar knot forming in his stomach. “It's like you were fucking made for me” he laments “All mine baby fuck I'm gonna cum deep inside your little pussy” his arms hold you against him tightly his eyes rolling to the back of his head “P-Please daddy cum deep inside my pussy” you whine in his ear “own my pussy with your cum” His vision blurs as his hips stutter against yours “FUCK! I'm gonna fucking breed you baby. The whole fucking world will know who you belong to then” You connect your lips as the contents of his orgasm fill you.  

He held you in place, enjoying the feeling of your lips on his. His hands guide your arms around his neck before returning to your hips. He was in deep, he knew it. Though he would NEVER let you know, he absolutely loved the way you held him as you kissed him. He hated the butterflies that filled his stomach when he’d pull away and see the reddening of your cheeks. Seeing your dance partner blatantly flirting with you all morning and you unknowingly flirting back drove him mad. His friends noticing his jealousy when they saw that guy way to close to you this morning, Hyunjin quickly became ready to risk it all the moment he saw the guy whispering something in your ear; only stopped by Jisung’s grip on his wrist holding him in place. The straw that broke the camel's back was the blush on your cheeks when he called you cute. It was bad enough for you to be partnered with the guy, but he was the only person you were allowed to look like that for. And for it to happen in front of him, he felt his blood boil and his heart clench. The possibility of you walking away from him and never looking at him like that again had his body acting before his mind could catch up to what was happening. He needed to know you still belonged to him. That the introduction of this new guy and his past mistakes wouldn’t have you looking elsewhere. He hated that he knew he didn’t deserve you, but he was selfish and couldn’t let you go. Not when this was starting to mean absolutely everything, and he would die before he lost it. “Tell me you love me” He pleads against your lips.  

“I love you” ______________________________________________________________

“Can’t I just drop the class?” Karina suggests.  

You give her a knowing look “I don’t know. Are you a dance major?” you question. She places her head in her hands “Out of anyone in the class, I get paired with the one guy I didn’t want to be paired with. Who did I piss off in my past life?” Yeji shrugs as she scrolls through her phone “I think you guys make a cute couple” you snicker at her words as you check your phone.  

‘NO NEW MESSAGES’

You sigh in disappointment as Karina picks up a piece of bread off her tray and tosses at Yeji hitting her forehead. “Not even close to funny” Karina growls. You cross your legs a slight hiss releases from your throat at the soreness between your legs. Your chin rests on your palm “Why do you act like you hate him so much?” you question “you still in love with him or something?” Karina’s eyes widen as she quickly looks around quickly “Yah! Do you wanna die?” a faux offended scoff is released from your throat as you launch yourself from your seat dashing around the table and straddling Karina’s lap. “You’d never do that baby” you state as you wrap your arms around her neck “You love me too much” you pucker your lips leaning in pretending to kiss her; her hands coming between your bodies as she groans “Stooooooppp” A pout forming on her lips. You smile at her as and pepper kisses all over her face, smacking your hand over her mouth and kissing the back of your hand. “You’re so annoying” She whines. “I’d be less annoying if you’d just accept my love” you argue.  

“Fuck” you hear from behind you “Kiss her again” Whipping your head around seeing Jisung and Changbin standing there eyes wide in amusement. Quickly shuffling off of Karina’s lap you make your way back to your seat. “Did you put a tracker on me or something?” Karina growled at the innocently deceiving boy. “Nope! Just your lucky day I guess babe” He smirks. You and Yeji share knowing glances and snicker to yourselves. “Aren't you guys one short?” Changbin asks disappointedly. “Lia had some sociology lecture or something” You reply placing your hand on his forearm as you notice his sadness. He nods dejectedly.  

You felt for Changbin, despite his two friend's actions, he was the tamest of the three. Sure, he slept around as well but he was more for friends with benefits rather than one-night stands. You had noticed his lingering stares at Lia earlier last year; yet you never once mentioned it as to not embarrass the shy boy. But Changbin knew you knew his feelings for your friend. It remained an unspoken secret between the both of you. “Aren't you guys missing someone too?” Yeji questioned as she looked at you, your eyes flashing to her in contempt. She shrugs in response. The last thing you wanted was to acknowledge Hyunjin’s absence; mainly because you felt exceptionally awkward due to his request earlier due to him leaving abruptly leaving a few minutes after but also because you were afraid of the answer. “I guess he had to.... talk about something with his dance partner. He said he’d meet us here though” Changbin states as he sits a little further down the bench from you. Your heart sinks into your stomach at his words. You hate how your heartbreaks at the slight suggestion of Hyunjin and Ye-na being alone. You wanted to trust him; he’s never actually cheated on you....as far as you knew. But how could you know anything? You rarely spent any real time with him and if you did it always turned into sex within minutes.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts by a warm hand resting on your shoulder. Almost jumping out of your seat, your head turns to scold the culprit. Instead, you let out an annoyed sigh groaning before you rest your head on your arms on the table at the sight of your dance partner and his annoyingly stupidly perfect smile. “Do you need something, Yongbok?” He places his leg over the bench straddling it, his gaze locked on you. “I prefer Felix” He corrects. “I prefer being left alone yet here we are” you shrug your eyes focusing on your shoes. “Anyway” He shrugs off “Kinda hard to do considering were dance partners” you shrug in response. “But after you...ehm...left. We got a project basic hip-hop, so I'll be needing your number” Your head lifts at that not expecting him to be so close, your noses brush and you pull your head back.  

“Why?” You question; your eyebrows scrunch together. “So, we can figure out a good schedule for rehersals. I hope you arent one those dancers” He states matter of factly. “One of what dancers?” you egg on. A smug smirk sits on his face “Oh, you know one of those that gives the bare minimum and relys on others to get by” you roll your eyes at his accusation, your hand quickly jostles his hair. “Yongbokie~” You coo “Just tell me you want my number” you tease. “Stop calling me that” He whines an adorable pout form on his lips. “Yongbokie~, Yongbokie~, Yongbokie~” your teasing pauses as you feel eyes on you. Looking around the table you notice Jisung and Changbin sharing worried looks; only to act obviously suspicious as they look around.  

“Im not kidding!” He groans. You ruffle his hair once more before grabbing his phone from his hand; holding the screen to his face to unlock it you text yourself from his phone. He nods slightly as he lifts himself from the seat you grabbed his sleeve pulling him back down. “Dont text me first I'd rather not deal with you anymore than I have to” He places his hand over his chest “You’re a heartbreaker, Helmet” shaking your head in response as he gets up and walks away. You feel all eyes burning holes into your face, your cheeks heat up as a confused expression grows on your face “What?” they shake their heads, Karina’s eyebrow raises as her arms cross over her chest “nothing....” you nod at her.  

“So whens the wedding?”  

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You were greatful the rest of your classes went by without a hitch. Unfortunately for you, you were alone in the rest of them. Your stomach filled with dread everytime you’d pass Hyunjin in the hall with Ye-na stuck to his side. Smiles plastered on their lips; standing way to close for comfort. As you allowed your legs to trudge the way toward your moms convience store you find your mind wandering farther than it should have. You felt stupid honestly; why did you allow your relationship to be what it was? Why had you entered it in the first place? Apart from sex, as far as you knew, you were no different from Ye-na, Minji, Yerim, Garam and all of the other girls Hyunjin decided to pass the time with. His flirty comments and lingering touches happened to all of you. You grew tired of things not being 100% clear, because despite the odd way he had acted today; you still couldn’t tell if he genuinely cared for you or if you were something to pass the time with when he was bored. You hoped he could notice you were pulling away, since typically, you’d be trying to cling yourself to Hyunjin as you walked to work. Instead, the idea of being around him made you feel exceptionally nauseous. So, you abandoned your plan to walk to work with your 3 best friends and began your journey solo.  

The day felt overwhelming in every sense of the word. You felt your throat constrict against itself as tears welled up in your eyes. Your breath shaky as a ding rings through the air. Pulling your phone out of your hoodie pocket, staring at the notification on the screen.  

You shake your head not wanting to deal with this at this very moment

Your eyebrows scrunch together as you stare at his message. You can't help but feel confused; he’s never blatantly told you he wanted to see you and honestly it makes you nervous. You decide to just ignore his messages not wanting to get even more overwhelmed by him. You sigh as you push the door open to your mother's store. “Welcome to- Oh Y/N!” your mom exclaims her eyebrows scrunched together as her eyes flash to the clock. “Early for once I see” You give her a sad smile with a soft nod of your head as you walk into the back room. Dropping your bag on the empty chair behind the desk and grabbing one of the red and blue mesh vests and cash drawer. Making your way to the register, gently placing your hand on your mother's arm. “Eomma, why are you here? Wasn’t Chanyeol supposed to open?” a scowl grows on her face at the mention of your brother's name. “Aish, that boy. He didn’t even come home last night” opening the register and taking the cash drawer out. “I had to open late because I didn’t know he didn’t come home until I came down to get some things and we were closed still” she growls as she places your cash drawer in and assigning it to you.  

“You should have called me. Or Karina. One of us would have come in you know” you scold “You know youre not supposed to manage the store alone” you look at her worriedly. “Im the mother here” she soothes you, her hand running over your hair. “Besides I’m not having you miss your classes, you can worry about my health when youre actually a doctor” You froze at her words, guilt crashing into your intestines like a tsunami. It wasn’t like you wanted to lie to your mother about your choice to pursue dance like your older brother but, the last time you brought up the idea of majoring in dance she—it didn’t go well. Apparently, there are no stable jobs in dance. It's not a good career path in her eyes due to your brother's failure and subsequent alcoholism. Even so, you still majored in dance and told your mother you were pursuing medicine as she had asked. How were you eventually going to break the news to her? You werent sure but you knew this was your life and you were going to live it how you deemed fit. You do love your mother, of course you loved your mother, which is why you continuously picked up the slack for your older brother; picking up shifts if you learned she would be working alone, walking her home and staying with her until morning so she didn’t have to walk home late by herself.  

Ever since your older brother had returned from his failed endeavor to be an idol, you found yourself taking on a lot of the burdens for both of them. Your brother struggled with the fact that he could not make it as an idol as your mother's health deteriorates. You could only sit by and do your best to help them during their own struggles so much to the point they don’t notice yours. You were greatful to Karina for being the one other person to understand the massive change in your family as she had been there since long before your father died when you were 14. She had witnessed your struggle to cope with the loss of your father, then your subsequent depression pulling you out before you got too deep. You had been together through boyfriends and fights, rumors and friendships. She engrained herself in your family practically as a member in her own right. So much so, that at 16 when your mother had gotten her diagnosis of Susac’s Syndrome, she began working at the store with you. Karina was the only reason you could cope with everything. Which is why you were so greatful when your mother informed you that she had called her to work with you since your mother now will be going home instead of closing with you.  

“The truck is coming by the way” your mother informs “Make sure you guys get most of it put away please” she pleads as she walks into the back room. You roll your eyes at her quick escape.  

“Of course,”  

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“Have a nice day” you call as the stranger smiles waving on their way out. Walking to one of the coolers you grab a soda before going back behind the register, pulling your phone out you scroll through instagram. The sound of the door’s beep has you shoving your phone in your pocket. Your eyes flash to the door only to see Karina making her way over to you. A smile on her lips, your eyes look at the time. “Sure. Be all smiley and shit it's not like youre 30 minutes late or anything” you scold her as Yeji enters through the door fully engaged in a conversation with Changbin. Jisung and Hyunjin followed them shortly after. Your eyes widen as you grab Karina’s forearm pulling her infront of the storage room.  

“What the hell are they doing here?” You ask behind gritted teeth. An innocent pout sits on Karina’s face as she shrugs “They’re with Yeji” You roll your eyes at her “fucking Yeji...” you mumble. “I don’t get the problem” she states confused, grabbing a vest. “I didn’t really want to deal with all of this today...” you groan as you follow her back to the front. You notice Yeji scanning through the aisles engaged in conversation with Changbin, Jisung and Hyunjin just talking in the corner eyes flashing to Yeji and Changbin every once and a while. “Did you already assign yourself a drawer?” Karina asks. You nod in response “Honestly, you don’t have to stay the full time.” You suggest as Yeji and Changbin place their items on the counter. “I only really need help putting the truck away then you should be good to leave if you want” You mention as you begin scanning the items, noticing Jisung and Hyunjin making their way over to you. “And what? Leave you to close by yourself?” Karina quips crossing her arms over her chest. “Yeah, youre absolutely crazy to think you should be here by yourself so late” Yeji interjects. “Why would you be closing alone anyway?” A worried look grows on her features as she reaches over the counter grasping your forearm “what happened to your mom?”  

“What do you think could have happened?”You quip. “Fucking Chanyeol...” you growl more to yourself than to anyone else. Your brother's name was all it took for Yeji’s worries to subside. You notice Changbin standing with a confused expression “Chanyeol...???” Yeji releases a sigh as you input a discount for her. “Her brother....” she answers, leaving the words to hang in the air. “Dont put that burden on me!” you groan “We just so happen to have crawled out of the same hole”  

“And grew up together, pursued the same major, lived in the same house, have the same parents. Ecetera ecetera” Karina teases. You glare at her before turning back to Yeji. “Anyway, can you just run by my mom's place and make sure shes okay. I don’t know if Chanyeol has finally come back or not, and I really don’t need her to be alone right now” You beg. She gives you a small smile in return “Of course, I havent seen mom in a while. It'd be nice to check on her, maybe your brother will be there” she winks. You and Karina gag to yourselves and shudder. “Ew” Karina groans in disgust. “We need to find you someone suitable for you cause holy crap gross its Chanyeol” Karina argues as you tell Yeji the price. Your eyes flash to the street noticing a truck driving down the alley to the store. “Can you bitch and take money please; the truck is here” you sneer. You groan before walking infront of the counter and making your way toward the storage room and heading out the back door.  

You smile at your delivery driver and cousin, Hong Jisoo, “Y/N?!” He smiles wrapping his arms around you. You let out a squeak as you’re lifted into his lean frame. “Oppa! Let me down!” you whine as you playfully shove at him. His lips upturning into a bright smile. “I havent seen you in like forever. Feels like youre avoiding me” He jokes as your feet touch the ground once more. You roll your eyes at him “Cause youre my most annoying cousin” you playfully shove him snatching the clipboard out of his hands. “Yah! I come out of my way to bring you things and this is how I get treated” He jests. “Oh, boo hoo how dare you have to do your job” you prod. “Im making an after-hours delivery, Y/N” he retorts. You scoff at his nerve “A late one at that” signing for the delivery before handing it back to him.“BUT, since you love me youre going to help me unload the truck?” You bring your hands together in a pleasing motion, your eyes big.  

“Why can't you guys do it?”  

“Karina is the only other person working”  

“Your mom still lets her work the register after what happened last time?” He questions in shock. “You can fuck all the way off, Joshua” you hear Karina snap from behind you. A smug smirk grows on your cousins' lips. “You know? I havent spent any time with my favorite cousin in a while I think I'll stick around for a bit” He suggests, his eyes falling on Karina. Her eyes narrow as she crosses her arms over her chest. “Play nice you two...” You warn giving them a threatening look before opening the door to the truck. Lifting yourself inside you grab a large crate of sodas, placing it down on the ground near the door you take a step down. Placing your hands on each side of the crate, you lift it and carry it inside only to see Yeji and the boys still standing there. “Damn, took you long enough” Yeji quips. Placing the crate infront of the freezer, you let out a whine “Joshua and Karina are going to drive me crazy” You pout. Placing your head on her shoulder “Never mind what I said stay and make sure they don’t make me commit an actual murder” you plead. She shakes her head at you.  

“Would it be wrong for me to leave them alone?” You question.  

“Yes.”  

“But Karina—would burn down the store if she was left with Joshua” she cut you off. You roll your eyes in response. You nod in agreement. “Sorry hun, I can run to your moms and stuff, but I have to meet with Wooyoung at the studio at 5.” She apologizes petting your hair softly. A pout forms on your lips as you turn at the boys pleadingly, bringing your hands together “you guys wanna become my favorite people in the entire world” Changbin looks away from you at your request scratching his neck before pretending to look at a newspaper. Jisung sits with his hands in his pockets looking at the ceiling rocking back and forth on his heels. Your eyes finally turn to your boyfriend. A look of shock fills his expression “I should already be one of your favorite people!” he exclaims in disbelief. “You’re slowly losing that title....” you grumble as you walk back toward the crate you had put down. You feel a hand wrap around your waist pulling you back into Hyunjin’s frame. “What was that? I don’t think I heard you, babe” He whispers in your ear, his voice borderline seductive.  

“Go be gross somewhere else!” Karina exclaims, as she comes into the store a large box in her hands. You roll your eyes at her as you go to pull yourself from Hyunjin’s arms only to have his arms tighten around your waist. “Hyun...” you trail, his lips cutting your words off as he connects them with yours. Your eyes widen at his sudden PDA, you couldn’t help but melt into him as his tongue runs over your bottom lip. Your cheeks heat up as he pulls away, before releasing his hold on you and turning to Karina “Gross enough for you? I can make it worse if youd like” he states with a wink before turning back toward you, his hand caresses your cheek before brushing a stray hair out of your face. “I have practice as well tonight babe......” he states apologetically. You nod in response “It's fine” You smile at his use of the pet name, He gives you a worried look “Honestly I usually do it by myself, I have Karina and—OW!!” Your words are cut off by a loud bang and a scream from Joshua in the back. You and Karina dash out the door toward the backroom, a trail of footsteps follow behind you. Karina reaching outside first you notice her immediately almost fall in a fit of laughter. “Whats goin—oh crap what the hell happened?!” you bellow.  

Youre greeted with Joshua sat on the ground, a milk crate all over the backroom and himself. Gallons of milk litered the ground, milk all over the ground, boxes and Joshua. “i may have made a little bit of a mess” Joshua states guiltily. “This is unreal!” Jisung laughed hysterically. Your fingers sat on the bridge of your nose. “So, I don’t have Joshua, Jisung I will literally pay you” you beg, you see him placing his chin between his finger and his thumb, thinking “How do you know I don’t have rehersal?” You stare daggers at him “Because your partner will be here dumbass! putting this truck away......forget it” You roll your eyes, turning back to Joshua “Get up, clean this, and just....” you clench your fists “put milk on a delivery for tomorrow.” You feel large hands on your shoulders, Hyunjin’s colonge fills your nostrils. His hands run down your arms, “Come here” he gestures to the front. You take a deep breath as you follow him through the door and outside. “I'll come back” he states, your eyebrows scrunch in confusion. You shake your head at his offer “It's fine, you really don’t have to I’ll be fine as long as Joshua just stays behind the register.” His eyebrows scrunch together “He’s staying?” you nod casually “Yeah, he’s helping me put the truck away I havent seen him in a while”  

“I-I can cancel” Hyunjin blurts, you shake your head in response. “Hyun, it’s fine I literally can just put the truck away with Karina and make Joshua work the register I should have known better than to have his scrawny ass help me unload it” His hands wrap around your arms as he locks eyes with yours “I want to help babe I can cancel” his voice is soft. “Dont. Hyunnie its fine really you don’t have to.” You brush your hair out of your face. “I usually do it alone anyway im just never here to unload it my brother usually does it” The sound of Hyunjin’s ringtone sounds through the air, he pulls it out of his pocket. Your heartbreaks at the contact's name, Ye-na's name sat with the red faced emoji. He quickly locks the screen, shoving his phone back in his pocket. You stare at the ground “I should get back” you state hastily pulling yourself away from him opening the door. You feel a hand around your wrist

“Babe--Have a good practice” you cut him off forcing your wrist from your hand and make your way back inside.

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You were greatful for Karina, even though you now owed Jisung $100, you had finally finished getting the truck put away. Jisung having left as soon as it was unloaded as per his agreement with Karina. Your mother had sent you a text about Yeji visiting her, which you had appreciated tremendously. You had sent Karina and Joshua home at close, which was over an hour ago. Opting to do the closing procedures and cleaning projects. Purposely ignoring your phone for the majority of your shift, not wanting to confront what you had seen on Hyunjin’s phone. You knew you had a plethora of unread messages; you didn’t understand where his now oddly attentive behavior came from and as much as you enjoyed it; you didn’t understand why now? Why when you’ve finally begun to open your eyes to how messed up your relationship did, he want to put effort? You didn’t know. You’ve finally opened your eyes to everything and youre not sure where you stand at this point. Why was her contact saved like that in his phone? Well, you know why it was saved like that, but has he used it?  

You groan to yourself as you struggle to empty the mop bucket, the water splashin all over your pants as you dump it down the floor drain. “Fucking great” You grumble to yourself. Your foot slides slightly as you make your way out of the back room with a sigh. Giving the store one more passover before grabbing your things and making your way out the front door. The soft wisps of wind kiss your cheeks as you lock the door behind you. You jump as two hands circle around your waist a squeak makes its way out of your throat. Quickly whipping yourself around and pulling yourself from the person's arms. Your nervousness calms as you see Hyunjin standing there a confused expression grows on your face.  

“W-what are you doing here?”

“Is your phone not working?” He questioned. A dejected look plastered on his features; his eyebrows scrunched together as his plush lips drew into a pout. Hyunjin felt confused, why hadnt you answered his messages? You always answer him; you’ve never gone longer than 30 minutes without responding. were you actually mad about Ye-na calling him? Did that Joshua guy keep you occupied to the point you forgot about him? Who was that Joshua guy? Hyunjin couldn’t help the tightness in his chest, he had to explain he couldn’t just let things linger he knew that. He tried to explain that he just forgot he had her number let alone had her saved like THAT. But you had left so quickly, as you pulled away from him Hyunjin felt like his heart was going with you. He needed you to know there was nothing with Ye-na. It’s the whole reason he came here, but as he stared at you his mind was drawing a blank. He didn’t know how to approach the topic, let alone how to explain but he knew he needed to. He’s hoping you’ll just forget about it. He’s hoping him showing up and trying to fix this fucking mess that hes turned your relationship into would fix this.  

He’s worried you're going to wake up one day and realize you didn’t deserve this. That you were so much better than to deal with his bullshit and leave him. His heart clenched at the thought, he couldn’t let that happen. Fuck he wouldn’t be able to handle that, he loves you. He only began considering the notion recently but today reinforced the insecurities Jisung had drunkenly planted in his head a couple weeks ago at some party. He had been talking to some music production major who he hadnt bothered to learn the name of before Jisung drunkenly stumbled against his shoulder casually whispering Karina and Yeji were also in attendance and had seen him. It was the first time since you guys had gotten together that he felt an overwhelming sense of panic. He had only been in a conversation, honestly pretty casual but the girl was making her interest pretty known and had been a little closer to Hyunjin than he would have liked but he was used to those types of things. Ever since he had hit puberty women had flocked to him and made suggestive gestures. He enjoyed the attention and the lack of effort it took to get them into bed without having to commit to something, it felt amazing. He was happy with casual sex with no feelings on his part. Of course, there were the select few that wanted more than he wanted to give them, and he’d successfully curb the whole drama aspect before it started.  

Being with you was different, for some reason you were the only girl that didn’t get her hopes up the first time. You had avoided him, ignored his flirty remarks, and never gave him the time of day for a while afterward. Hyunjin had to convince Jisung and Changbin to ‘casually’ stumble upon your group of friends at break so he could see you. Only completely lucking out when Jisung had taken an interest in your best friend Karina and he could use Jisungs interest as a way to see you, but after the first couple of times you had disappeared, and he had to start all over again in his pursuit to get close to you. He’d never wanted someones attention so bad, sure he had still flirted here or there but after being with you he wanted to only be with you time and time again. So, when he had found his opportunity to get you alone, he immediately took it. He needed to be with you in some way, he couldn’t get over how perfectly your body had fit into his, how your nonchalant attitude about everything and your acting like it never even happened only made him want to scream in the middle of the quad that it did. That you had given yourself to him and in turn took a part of him with you. That you were different, and he wanted no one but you so why werent you giving him the time of day? Why didn’t you want him? Everyone wanted him, why not you? Why not the one person he wants?  So, when you finally had given in to his advances, he knew he had to do whatever he could to keep you around. It started off (in his mind) as casual sex to him, a quick way to get off and have a good time but then almost immediately after he found himself getting annoyed with both Jisung’s and your former dance partner, Lee Minho’s, flirty comments to you. He quickly realized for the first time he wanted more. He was over the moon when you agreed to be his girlfriend, but for some reason he found himself keeping things at a distance. Like if held on too tight things would break, he didn’t realize he hadnt held on tight enough until that night at the party.  When, Jisung started slurring about how your friends were definitely going to tell you that theyd seen him with some girl and that him and her looked like they’d probably hook up tonight; Jisung practically cheered that Hyunjin would probably be single again and they could have all the fun they wanted. Hyunjin felt bile rise to his throat as tears burned his eyes at the idea. You wouldn’t leave him.............right? Jisung looked worriedly at him, “Wait, are you okay?” Hyunjin took a harsh gulp of his drink his eyes drifting back to the cup. “She-she wouldn’t break up with me...” he mumbles sadly. Hyunjin had ended the night on Jisungs couch with tears streaming down his face at the idea of you leaving him and he couldn’t understand why.

He couldn’t understand the tightness in his chest and the need to call and beg you not to break up with him. He’s never felt the need to explain himself to anyone but for some reason he can't help but feel like he had to this time. He needed you to know nothing happened that your friends misunderstood. That you were the only person he cared about that he loved you. He wanted to tell you so badly that he realized it that night, deciding only to say it if you were to mention the party but you didn’t. You never broke up with him and he never had to reveal himself to you like that.  

Having Ye-na call him and to have you pull away like you did, brought him back to that night. He didn’t even want to leave when you had gone inside, he wanted to call Ye-na and cancel. You needed his help and he wanted to help you so why werent you taking it? Why did he never even know about this place? He’d walk past it so often with Jisung and Changbin on his way to and from his dorm. How had he not known that not only do you work here but it's your mother's store? Of course, he knew little tidbits about your mother's condition and your brother's situation. But why did he not know about this? He didn’t even know you had a job, honestly, he’d never even thought about it in the grand scheme of things. How long has your mother had this store? Had you always worked after you left him when you guys walked together? Did you always close this late and have to walk by yourself? The idea made anxiety raise in his chest. You wouldn’t have walked alone......right? Youd have at least called him, he tells himself. “Were you going to walk home by yourself?” he questioned worriedly. You nod a confused look grows on your features “why wouldn’t I?”  

“it's late, you could get hurt what do you mean why wouldn’t you?” His voice is full of worry. “Hyun, I do it all the time nothings ever happened im literally 10 minutes from my dorm” You state matter of factly, starting your journey home. “Why wouldn’t you call me? Why would you think it's okay for you to do something so dangerous?” He found himself growing more and more angry as the words came out. “Would you have even answered? It's not like you have before” you scoff as you begin speed walking as you roll your eyes at him. He has some fucking nerve.... you think to yourself. Hyunjin stood frozen in place at your words. A conflicted expression sitting on his face as his heart clenched. He didn’t realize how tired you actually were, not until now at least. Had you called him to walk you home before? Had he not been there for you when you needed him? “Babe....” he called dejectedly, noticing your retreating figure. “Wait! Talk to me” he exclaimed as he rushed to catch up with you. His hand encasing your wrist turning you to look at him. “Im sorry I didn’t mean---I don’t want----fuck im sorry okay” he apologized behind teary eyes and a shaky breath. “I-I—please just call me next time okay” you look at him worriedly, your heart broke at the sight. “Hyun are you okay?” your hand grasps his bicep. Your eyebrows scrunch together.  

Fuck......he was in way deeper than he thought.

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Lee Felix is the absolute worst.  

You completely regret agreeing to let him make the rehearsal schedule. He was an annoying thorn in your side everywhere else, but a complete drill sergeant in the studio. Early morning rehearsals, during break, after classes before you go to work, after work. The days you don’t even have classes you have rehearsals, due to the overly nitpicky boy. You thought you were over-prepared, until you met Felix. You did appreciate the fact you both would not be happy until the whole dance was perfect in both of your eyes. BUT the guy seemed to forget you had a social life and other priorities even though he himself has now not had a choice and worked a shift at your mothers' store with you. You hated that the longer you guys continued your crazy rehearsal schedule the less and less time you had to see Hyunjin and your friends. You had finally convinced Felix to allow at least Karina and Jisung to watch the rehearsals and give critques. He was oddly warmly welcoming to the two, yet only asked for Karina’s opinion on the dance.  

“Honestly, when it gets to the bridge Felix I can see you a little off with the timing can I see you run it again like just you this time?” She states professionally completely emerged in her dancer mindset. You gave a sigh of relief before laying completely on the ground, chest heaving as you reveled in the break you had finally gotten. You noticed Jisungs eyes on you “can I help you with something, Hanji?” he sat quietly his arms crossed over his chest “Do you like this guy or something?” He asks accusingly. You sit yourself up rapidly “What the hell did you just say to me Han Jisung?” your tone is no longer friendly. A scowl sitting on your face. His expression follows yours “Do you. Like. This. Guy. Or. Something?” He repeats behind gritted teeth “Did you forget I have a boyfriend?” You growl your arms crossing over your chest.  

“No. It sure seems like you did though”  

“You’re fucking joking, right?!”  

“So why isnt Hyunjin allowed to be here? Why is it only you two all day every day? Are you cheating on Hyunjin?” He snaps before standing up and clenches his fists. Your resolve breaks at his questions, you jump to your feet your hand quickly connecting with his cheek “ASK, FELIX! IVE BEEN ASKING FOR THE PAST TWO WEEKS FOR HYUNJIN AND ALL OF YOU TO FUCKING BE HERE! AND IM NOT YOU OR HYUNJIN OR CHANGBIN THAT CAN JUST FUCK RANDOM PEOPLE AND BE OKAY WITH IT! AND YOU WANT TO SIT HERE AND DEFEND YOUR FRIEND THAT DOESNT EVEN GIVE A SINGLE FUCK ABOUT ME ENOUGH TO LITERALLY DO ANYTHING BUT FUCK ME AND LEAVE! GET OUT JISUNG! NOW!” Karina and Felix step inbetween you and the boy, Karina’s arms wrapping around your waist holding you in place so you couldn’t get another hit on Jisung. “YOU OBVIOUSLY DONT KNOW YOUR FRIEND WELL ENOUGH JISUNG! IF HE HAD A PROBLEM THEN WHY IS HE FUCKING YE-NA?! WHY ISNT HE THE ONE HERE SAYING ANYTHING? BECAUSE HE AND YOU DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT MY RELATIONSHIP! FELIX KNOWS ABOUT HYUNJIN! HE KNOWS I WANTED MY BOYFRIEND HERE AND TO BE WITH ME FOR MONTHS! HYUNJIN IS THE REASON WHY HYUNJIN ISNT HERE CAUSE EVEN IF I ASKED HIM TO COME, HE WOULD HAVE SAID NO LIKE HE ALWAYS FUCKING HAS! SO WHY BOTHER ASKING ANYMORE?! YOURE LOOKING FOR A REASON FOR HYUNJIN TO BE SINGLE! YOU KNOW WHAT, YOU GOT IT! YOU AND YOUR FRIEND CAN LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE” you growl ripping yourself from Karina’s arms grabbing your bag and storm out the dance studio.  

You notice Hyunjin and Ye-na, in conversation as they casually walk in the direction you came. Hyunjin’s eyes meet yours, a concerned look growing on his face. As you got closer to the pair, he extended his arm to try to stop you “Baby you okay whats wron--” his words are cut off by you quickly shoving his hands away and continuing on your path facing him. “Ask your best friend. And just leave me alone” you scoff as you turn away from him. “Wait, what?” he called after you “BABE!” you kept walking, ignoring his calls. Shoving your way out of the Dance building, you keep your legs moving, your eyes plastered to the ground as you walk toward the exit.  

“Helmet!” You hear call from behind you, you shake your head and keep going. “Y/N! Come on you know I don’t run that fast” Felix whines. You halt your movements, tears welling in your eyes as Felix encases you in his arms. “I’m sorry......” you cry into his shirt. His hand pets your hair “what happened? Me and Karina are so confused” you shake your head not wanting to get into it “It’s nothing” He scoffs in amusement “Nothing. If it was nothing, then why did you hit Jisung like that? And why did Hyunjin come into the studio absolutely fuming and lose his shit on Jisung? what happened?” You took a deep breath, taking a seat on the stone wall behind you, before explaining the parts you understood. Why Hyunjin went into the studio and yelled at Jisung wasn’t your business nor did you have a real explanation for it. But you were greatful for Felix, though your friendship began as more of a rivalry thing you both had learned to appreciate the others insights and each other as a dancer. And after you had finally returned his helmet (after 4 days of him asking about it) you began to notice how nice and funny he actually was. You now found the nickname Helmet almost tolerable and gotten to know him over the past month. “well, Jisung is pretty rude to think you were my type, Helmet” Felix jokes nudging your shoe with his, You playfully smack his arm “Youre an ass.....but I just got so pissed because like Jisung KNOWS everything about my feelings for Hyunjin And for him to act like he has a right to ask me questions like that—tch.” you explain “and with YOU?!” you fake a gag before guilt sets in “but I didn’t have to hit him”  

“You acted in the moment, and you’ll apologize later” He smiled “Can we go back and run through it one more time though? Karina telling me I was off is really getting to me?” He begs

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You felt absolutely drained. One more run through turned into 2 more hours of rehearsals. Your body ached as you wiped the sweat from your brow. “One more time," he said. I'll be on beat if we do it one more time” you sneer toward Felix, who stood in the center of the room hands on his knees as he gasped for air. “Shut. Up.” He groans between breaths. “yeah, sure Lix you think you got it cause im not sure if I'll be able to do another run through” you groan “At least im not doing no damn flips that’s for sure” you state hands on your hips. He shakes his head as he makes his way over to his bag grabbing his water bottle out. You finally checked your phone, only to see a flurry of messages from Karina and Hyunjin. Sighing to yourself you click on Hyunjin’s notifications.

Opting to ignore Hyunjin’s messages, you decide to see why Karina had blown up your phone.

You roll your eyes at her last question, of course that’s what she’d be worried about.  

You respond before putting your phone back into your bag and saying your goodbyes to Felix. You were happy your dorm was a short 15-minute walk from the campus, spending majority of the day in the studio was not ideal. You couldn’t wait to take a shower and lay in bed forgetting about this whole day. You had no clue why Jisung had acted the way he did, but you still felt terrible about hitting him. You werent sure as to why he immediately assumed you were intimately involved with Felix, while he was an attractive guy, he 100% was not your type and you were definitely not his.  

You felt utterly stupid, for even begging for him to even be accepted by Felix in the dance studio, you can see why Felix was so reluctant he wasn’t a dance major, so he’d focus on things that werent important. You had argued that he’d probably sit quietly on his phone, you wished you would have just accepted Felix’s offer to let Hyunjin sit in, due to his also being another top dancer in our class. You were so tired of thinking about it and just opted to not let anyone but Karina into the studio from now on.  You were happy that the walk went by in no time, but you were halted as you saw Hyunjin sitting on the ground next to your door. His eyebrows scrunched together eyes not leaving his phone. You sigh as you slowly make your way over, Hyunjin noticing you as you stand in front of your door unlocking it. “So what? youre not talking to me anymore or something?” He scoffs, you can hear hurt in his voice. “I don’t have time to deal with this right now Hyunjin” you stoicly explain. Hyunjin couldn’t help the crack in heart at the use of his name. What did he do? Why were you treating him like this? Jisung couldn’t say much behind his panicked stammering so Hyunjin couldn’t understand what happened.  All he could get was Jisung was sorry, and you wanted nothing to do with him anymore.  When Hyunjin heard that he couldn’t hold himself back quickly grabbing a hold of Jisungs collar, “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!” He had lost himself; he knows that, but you had never not talked to him. You’ve never pushed him away let alone told him to leave you alone. He didn’t know what happened with Jisung and You, but he knew he needed to figure out why his whole relationship had gotten put on the line.  

“Just tell me what happened!” he begs his hand grasps your arm, his free hand caressing your cheek “Babe, talk to me” you feel tears well in your eyes. Hyunjin’s arms encased around your figure his hand caressing the back of your head as you struggled to hold back tears. “Can I bring you inside?” He asks softly, you nod against him tightening your grip on his waist. He let out a sigh of relief, he stood there for a moment enjoying the feeling of you in his arms. You fit so perfectly in his arms, just knowing youre accepting him again has his heart racing so wildly he knows you can hear it. And for once he doesn’t care. He just wants you to talk to him again, look at him so brightly like you always did. Just the simple act of you using his full name made him almost burst into tears. He didn’t know why you were angry with him, but he knew he wouldn’t let it last long if that was the result. Hyunjin never wanted to feel that sense of panic again. He reluctantly let you go as he entered the code to your door. You slowly trudge your way in until you finally enter your room, dropping your bag, you lay yourself down on your bed. Hyunjin slowly follows behind you before placing himself over you. His hand strokes your hair “Whats going on baby?” his voice was soft as your eyes connected. You noticed the concern sitting deep within them. You shake your head “Nothing its nothing” you sigh. He gives you a frustrated pout “Babe. It's not nothing” he eggs on “Please tell me what happened please” your arms wrap around his neck as you press your lips against his pulling him closer to you.

He responds quickly taking control pressing you deeper against the bed, you moan against his lips as his hand runs up your side. Your tongue traces over his bottom lip, he allows you entry.  Your tongues battle before he gains dominance. Your fingers playing with his hair, pulling yourself closer so he can have more access to your mouth. He moans at your taste, “Fuck baby we need to stop” he pulls away slightly placing his forehead against yours. Both of your breaths are heavy “why?” you whine before placing soft kisses against his throat. “Because I need to—fuck—know what happened” he stated behind gritted teeth. You knew his resolve was breaking, you just needed a little push. With faux disappointment you sigh “Fine” before signalling for him to let you up. You stand outside the door to your private shower pulling your shirt off. “What are you doing?” He asks behind a suspicious glint in his eye as he lays himself on your bed, his hand behind his head as he kept his eyes on you. You shrug as you pull your leggings off “Felix made me spend literally all day in the studio I need to shower youre more than welcome to my bed apparently” you state sarcastically a sly smirk on your face as you enter the bathroom leaving the door cracked slightly.  

Hyunjin could hear the shower running, his eyes stayed stuck to the door. He knew what you were doing, he knew it, but he couldn’t stop himself. How could he when you were literally offering yourself up on a silver platter? He already had to force himself to stop when you kissed him, he took a moment to revel in your taste. Fuck, he was addicted to your lips. His cock twitched at the sight of you stripping for your shower. His hands were shaking as he continued to stare at the partially open door. He could just come in at any time if he wanted, yet he couldn’t tell if it was intentional. You’ve never been a tease, not with him at least. You always gave into him and his advances, but you’ve also never left the bathroom door open if you were showering. He wanted to come in so bad and feel your naked body shiver under his touch. He could feel his determination growing thinner and thinner the longer he imagined your petite figure, completely naked and from how badly you made it seem like you wanted him he knows more than just your body is wet. He knows he has to maintain his composure so he can get real answers from you, so you know this wasn’t just sex to him. That you could tell him what happened and he’ll do whatever he could in his power to fix it; but the more he thought about it, you seemed to not even care about your words to Jisung and allowed Hyunjin inside, you held onto him with tears in your eyes in the hallway, you had kissed him and not the other way around. Maybe you didn’t want to talk about what happened with Jisung, and if it doesn’t seem to be ruining your relationship anymore, maybe he shouldn’t bring it up again.  

His resolve absolutely crumbles like the lost city of Troy, you exit the bathroom drying your hair, towel in your hands and not wrapped around your body. Hyunjin could no longer control the need to be inside you, to feel you submit to him and let him give you immense pleasure. He rapidly jumped from your bed and behind your naked figure. His hand immediately ripped the towel from your hands and tossed it across the room, taking the opportunity to grip your hair forcing your head back almost sitting on his shoulder. “What are you doing?” he growls behind hooded eyes. You look up at him innocently, “nothing daddy” you state sweetly, his hand smacks down harshly on your ass causing you to squeak and jump at his action.  

“Dont lie to me, baby” He warns in your ear. You can feel yourself practically dripping in excitement, you had to contain your smile as Hyunjin fell perfectly in your trap. You knew you’d at least be able to do some form of seduction at some point in the time he chose to be here, you just didn’t know it would just ta cke a simple shower with the door open to completely break him. You figured you were going to have to do more, but you were happy you didn’t have to work so hard for it. “I-I’m not I just took a shower daddy” you reaffirm. “It seems like you just want to be punished, I know what you’re doing” He loosens his hold on you “On the bed. All fours. Now" he demands as he forces his shirt over his head, and you quickly rush over to the bed and position yourself. You feel his hand caressing your ass before sliding down toward your entrance.  

You feel his fingertips on your core, your legs shake in anticipation. “You’re fucking soaked but you weren’t doing anything?” He quips “Acting like a bitch in heat is nothing?” You stay silent, whimpering as he growls at you. You can feel his fingers teasing your slit, you push yourself back against his hand to add some pressure to your bud. “Fuck---you want daddy to fuck you huh?” He groans as he feels your juices all over his fingers. You nod excitedly, only to be met with another harsh smack of your ass. His hands grip your hair forcing your head back “Use your words babygirl” Your eyes burn with tears “D-daddy f-fuck me please” you beg.  

“I'll be so good for you I promise, I need you inside me please daddy” He could feel his pants growing exceptionally tight, quickly forcing them down.  “I would prep you baby but fuck it's been way too long since ive fucked you” Rubbing his tip against your slit, before gliding himself inside of you. Your head is thrown back, your mouth hangs open; a loud gasp is released from your throat. Hyunjin’s eyes roll to the back of his head at the feeling, fuck he didn’t realize how long it had been until he was finally back inside you.  

“S-so fucking tight baby” He groans as he gently glides himself out before thrusting harshly back inside you immediately hitting your sweet spot. “Fuck daddy” you moan “It's so big, feel so—ngh—feel so full” your need to adjust to his size completely gone from his mind at your words as he begins rapidly attacking your core; his hand with a death grip on your hair as he forces you back on his cock. His free hand taking a hold of your waist to keep you right where he wanted you.  His eyes traveling to where your bodies are connected, He throws his head back as his mouth hangs open. He almost, heavy on almost, grabbed his phone and had this moment saved in a hidden folder he kept of similar images and videos you had sent him. His pace is unrelenting as he revels in the practically pornographic noises coming from your throat. “Fuck youre doing so good baby come here” he moans as he pulls himself out of you and lays on your bed. “Come ride me baby” He looks at you, a pleading look on his face as he stroked himself.  

You quickly straddled his lap; he presses his lips against yours as you ease yourself onto his length. His arms immediately wrapping themselves around your waist pressing your chest against his. He whines against your lips at the snail pace you’ve chosen to go. His eyes watering with tears at the need to fuck you into oblivion. Your moans and taste only doing more to drive him deeper into insanity. He was so fucking happy you didn’t even think about a condom, the warm velvety feeling of your walls on his bare cock being the only thing he could focus on. His mouth follows after yours as you sit yourself up on his chest, your hands placing themselves on his pecks before speeding up your movements. Hyunjin could tell by how tight your pussy had gotten around him, the way your eyes rolled, and your head hung back that you were close. His hands place themselves under your thighs lifting you slightly as he pounded rapidly into your core. “FUCK--its—it's too much. D-daddy im gon-gonna---Cum for me baby. Fuck please cum around my cock baby.” His voice strained. His vision blurred as you came undone around him.  

Quickly, flipping you both over; pressing you against your bed legs wrapped firmly around his waist as he chased his high “Fuck!” he exclaims “Who owns this tight little pussy?” he groans against you. “Y-you do daddy” you moan weakly. He can see you struggling to keep your eyes open at the harshness of his attack on your core. His hand wrapping around your throat “Fuck can—can I cum inside you baby?” He bites his lip, his tone is soft almost inaudible, yet you still heard him and eagerly nodded and begged for him to finish inside you. He buried his face in your neck leaving wet hungry kisses against it as he felt the familiar tightness in his stomach.  

“Fuck baby im gonna fucking breed you so well” He groans against your throat. “You want that, babygirl? You want daddy to fuck a baby into you?” he can feel you tighten around him at his words. You can feel the knot forming in your stomach, your arms wrapped around his neck as he pressed your bodies closer together. You felt his fingers on your clit bringing you closer over the edge.  “You take daddy’s cock so well—nghhh—fuck I-I--” His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he climaxes deep inside you. Reattaching his lips to yours his hand caressing your face as he pulled himself out of you. Your legs were shaky as you stared at his figure disappearing in the bathroom only to return with a washcloth.  

Hyunjin’s mind was all over as he helped clean you up. He almost told you he loved you, he mentally face palmed. That was the last way he wanted to tell you how he felt. His worries quickly fading as he sees your fucked out form, struggling to stay awake as he cleaned you both off. He watched you turn to your side back to him before laying himself back into your bed for the first time since you two had gotten together. His heartbreaks at the confused look you give him as he wraps his arms around you. You open your mouth to say something as he quickly cuts you off before you can say anything “Im staying” he states softly kissing the back of your head  

“Get some sleep baby”  

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To say you were anxious would be an understatement.  

When you had received the email from your professor after you and Felix were able to present your routine stating you and Felix would also be in the schools showcase and representing the dance program with your outstanding choreography, you had completely rejected the idea. Not only would that put a hindrance on your mothers not knowing about you majoring in dance, but you would have to dance kinda of sexy with Felix, infront of the whole University and whoever else decided to come to the well-known showcase. BUT Felix seemed really excited about the whole thing and was happy to have been the chosen pair over Hyunjin and Ye-na. Who were also contenders for the top pair in your program, it had been months ago but apparently your first effort as partners really impressed the instructor and she had informed a friend of hers at JYPE who will now be watching the showcase.

Your heart sunk into your ass as you stared out the curtain at the large crowd. You noticed the smiles on the crowds' face as Jisung, Changbin, and surprisingly Bang Chan (who apparently is also a music production major) finish up their set. Your eyes scan the crowd, you notice Yeji, Karina, and Lia all placed in the front row eyes wide with pride and excitement. Your hands are shaky as you nip at your bottom lip, a habit only done in your nervousness, you rub your palms against your dress. You can feel Felix’s eyes on you “Do I look as nervous I feel?” You question looking at him pleadingly. He scratches the back of his neck as he looks everywhere but you. “Yongbokie~” you whine extending the pronunciation of his name with a stomp of your foot. He places his hands on your arms looking directly into your eyes “Dont worry remember im right there and weve done this so often you can do it in your sleep”  

“PLEASE HELP US WELCOME LEE YONGBOK AND PARK Y/N FROM OUR DANCE PROGRAM” Your eyes widen at the introduction. “Showtime” Felix’s sings as he walks toward the other end of the stage as the music begins. You stand frozen taking deep breaths as you and Felix stare at each other from across the stage, he gives you a reassuring smile and thumbs up as you both make your way out into the public eye.  

(Song- Breathless- Luke James and Jude Demorset)

Yeah Oh yeah Oh, honey Why you looking like that

Didn't I tell you I'd have you hooked By the morning you'll be coming back, oh

You both take slow fluid steps as you walk toward each other, eyes on the other until you reach him, you make a flirty smile as you place your hand across his chest on his shoulder his hand around your waist as you circle each other eyes locked.   Oh, baby Why you making that face Like you didn't accept that my body would have you so out of place Oh, baby

You remove your arm from him, turning your head away as he wraps his arms around your waist from behind. As you step toward the front of the stage, with a soft lift of your leg behind you between Felix’s legs as his hands grab yours while you dip and sensually lift yourself.   Honey, don't worry You are on your way to heaven Just relax (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

You both pull away and begin making your way to opposite sides of the stage as the music comes to its climax. Your heart no longer shaking, as confidence fills you. Before launching yourself across the stage, toward Felix’s waiting figure. You aerial once you were near him landing perfectly infront of him, your dress flowing beautifully with the choreography.

I don't wanna hurt you I just wanna blow your mind Tonight Imma leave you breathless Breathless (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

Felix’s arms wrap around you as you gracefully turn in his arms, your head bent back whilst your arms are in 5th position. You backbend landing into a split.  

Girl I know I'm a rebel Really hope that you don't mind I just wanna leave you breathless Breathless (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

Felix’s hands help guiding you up as he guides you back up to your feet over your head turning you both around slowly as you extend your arms a smile plastered on your face as you flip yourself over his head and back onto your feet

Baby, I don't bite

Felix’s steps are smooth and fluid as he steps toward the front of the stage his hand coming up to cover his chin and mouth as he faced you his other arm wrapping around his torso

Maybe I'm lying But I promise I'm gonna do it right, oh

on beat his head goes faces each side his arms moving gracefully as he extends his arm to the crowd before spinning and giving the audience a flirty smile and wink as he extends his hand toward you.  

Honey, don't worry You are on your way to heaven Just relax (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

You point your toe as you walk toward him, your arms moving with the beat before Felix grasps your hand and lifts you over his head. Slowly turning you around as your dress adds another beautiful element to the choreography. You smile at each other at the use of the dirty dancing lift. You both struggle not to laugh as he guides you back down. I don't wanna hurt you I just wanna blow your mind Tonight Imma leave you breathless Breathless (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) Baby I know I'm a rebel Really hope that you don't mind I just wanna leave you breathless Breathless (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

You spin your arms guiding your spin before you jete. Standing on one foot as you lift your leg behind you extending your arm up into an Arabesque. You drop to one knee both of your arms crossing into an X over your chest as you tuck your head. You bring your head up elegantly, as your arms extend over your head and back flip into a standing position your arms straight up. You turn into Felix’s arms, his hand wrapping itself around your waist as you place your hand on his chest, your faces inches from each other as the song comes to a close.

Your chest is heaving as you hear the roar of applause from behind you, turning to the crowd you take a hold of Felix’s hand taking a bow before pulling him off stage. A large smile playing on your lips, Felix is giddy as you guys made it off stage. You wrap your arms around his neck “That was fucking awesome!” you declare as Felix laughs in disbelief. You smack his arm as you pull away “How were you so calm? you werent nervous at all?” You question, he scoffs at your words “I WAS TERRIFIED! Theres a scout from JYP out there I was fucking terrified, you couldn’t tell?” he exclaims. Your eyes widen in disbelief “NO! FELIX!” He shrugs as he lifts his hand to point behind you. You turn your head in the direction he was pointing in only to see Karina, Yeji, Lia and your mother and brother running up to you. Your heart sinks at the sight of your mother, you look at the ground in embarrassment. Karina is the first to reach you wrapping her arms around your neck “You were fucking amazing! Is this why Felix is such a dick about people coming to your practices” She exclaims giving a small playful glare to Felix. He rolls his eyes at her words “What the hell are you talking about I’ve invited you” he argues as she removes herself from you. “Guys---” your words are cut off by Yeji and Lia wrapping themselves around you.  

“You did so good!” they exclaimed; you laugh at their insync jinx. Your eyes drift to your mother and brother standing behind them, wide proud smiles on their faces. You pull yourself away from the two. Trudging your way over to them, you look at the ground. You feel your brothers' arms wrap around you, “I-I’ve never seen you dance before” his voice is filled with tears you notice the lack of liquor smell on him, only a strong colonge. You feel tears welling in your eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me?” You can hear the heartbreak in your mother's voice. “Eomma!” you cried as you wrap your arms around her “I'm sorry...I wanted to tell you! I did but you were so disappointed at the idea I didn’t want to hurt you” you cried. She shook her head as she wrapped her arms around you “you could never disappoint me, I'm sorry for making you feel like you couldn’t tell me" She wiped your tears “You’re an amazing dancer, you remind me of your father”

“Hi Im Felix” Felix exclaims excitedly extending his hand toward your brother a large bright smile on his face.

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You were greatful for the showers in the female dressing room.  

After your overwhelmingly emotional moment with your family, you quickly rushed into the dressing room, undressing and quickly making your way into the warm water waiting for you. You can hear the dressing room open, the murmur of voices making their way into the vanity room. Choosing to enjoy your shower you grab your shampoo and lather it onto your hair. You hear a crash from the strangers in the next room.  

“Ye-na what is going on?!” her friend exclaimed as you heard more crashes from the room. You hear a pause before you hear the familiar screech of Ye-na's voice “I just don’t get Hyunjin, I thought we were like going somewhere but apparently not” she snapped. Your ears perk up at the sound of your boyfriends name. Your eyebrows scrunch in confusion. “what do you mean?” her friend inquires. “I mean he had no problem sleeping with me at the party the night before we started classes and now all of a sudden I don’t fucking exist!!” your heart breaks at her words. He slept with her.....tears well up in your eyes. He slept with her the same night he slept with you. You scoff in disbelief.  

“Wait doesn’t he have a girlfriend?” her friend questions. You press yourself against the shower wall, waiting in anticipation. Your heart pounded against your chest, your hands shaky. Your shower long over but you were frozen in place under the rapid cascade of the water.  “He said they werent anything serious” You could hear the smirk on her lips. Nothing serious? You heard the door close. Turning the water off, you slowly make your way out of the shower. Grabbing onto the towel you allow the tears to fall. You feel your body trembling as you hold the towel against your chest, leaning against the doorframe. Nothing serious..... that’s what you were to Hyunjin. Nothing serious. Pulling your phone out you see new messages from Felix, your tears cascading down your face. Quickly responding to him you pull your long sleeve skin tight shirt and black sweats on.  

You hear a soft knock on the door. Wiping your cheeks you crack the door slightly, only to be met with a set of soft concerned eyes staring back at you. Once his eyes landed on your sobbing form, he wraps his arms around you pulling you into his chest. You sobbed against him as he cooed in your ear. “what happened? You were just so happy what changed?” He questions. Sniffling as you pull back you explain what you had overheard. You notice a change in his demeanor, his fists balled up at his side. “Youre kidding right?” He growls behind a clenched jaw. You shake your head as you grab your bag “Can you please just bring me home?” you plead. He runs his hand through his hair. “Arent you going to talk to him?” He inquires. Shaking your head rapidly “Not....Not now” You state dejectedly “Not today”  

“Honey, theres no day but today.”  

“Ill do it another day Lix forreal I cant handle anymore right now”  

He shakes his head “No. Youre doing it today. Theres literally no day you should even do it but today. You don’t think hes going to figure out youre avoiding him?”

*PING*  

Your phone sounds. Seeing his contact name pop up you open his message.  

Quickly, locking your phone without responding you turn your attention back to Felix. “Can you bring me home? Yes or No? Cause if not I have to leave now while I still havent seen him”  

*PING*  

Rolling your eyes at his nerve to be annoyed. “Felix~!” you beg as your phone goes off once more. Irritation filling you at his words.  “Fine, BUT you owe me” Felix groans pulling your attention away from your phone for a second. “nice to know your profiting off of my misery some friend you are....” You groan as you finally respond to Hyunjin.  

You smile to yourself at your petty use of the nickname you called Felix that Hyunjin absolutely hated. Feeling quite proud of yourself as your phone goes off with countless messages now being ignored. Walking with Felix out of the auditorium and into the parking lot you see his familiar black and red motorcycle. You hesitate at the thought of actually getting on it. Felix grabs his spare helmet and holds it out to you. Grabbing a hold of the item you feel a hand wrap around your wrist and turn you around. Your eyebrows scrunch together as you force your hand out of the persons grip. Your heart cracks once more as you come face to face with Hyunjin, an irritated scowl on his features. “Is there something you want?” You growl.  

“Yeah why the fuck are you going home with Felix?” He snaps back. “Woah, okay dude relax she just asked me for a ride home” Felix quips from behind you. You can see the fire in Hyunjin’s eyes “Are you my fucking girlfriend?!” he spits. Felix chuckles to himself “She wont be your girlfriend for long....” he mutters under his breath as he rolls his eyes. “Y/Nie~, ill wait over there for you just let me know when your ready to go” Felix states calmly as he wraps one arm around your shoulder giving you a small side hug before ruffling your hair and walking over to the bench by the entrance.  

You nod softly before looking at the ground. “What the hell is your problem?!” you snap, you notice the confusion on Hyunjin’s face. You’ve never really truly yelled at him before so to say he was shocked would be an understatement; but his shock was soon replaced with anger as he growls “MY PROBLEM?!” you nod before shoving him back slightly “Yeah! Your problem. Why are you such a dick to Felix? Hes been nothing but a good friend to me, and you always act like such an ass to him for literally no reason”  

“Why cant you see he wants to be with you?!”  

“WHY DOES IT MATTER?!” You snarl “Its not like we’re anything serious right?”  

You cant help but feel guilty as you see hurt flash across Hyunjins face “We’re- we arent anything serious?” His voice is laced with pain. “Why would—why would you say something like that?” you notice tears in his eyes his voice growing shaky. “Its what you told Ye-na right?” You stare at him, tears filling your eyes as you remember why you wanted Felix to bring you home. “what?......” His voice is so small its almost inaudible “w-where did you hear that?”  

“So its true? Nice to know” you state matter of factly crossing your arms over your chest as a stray tear makes its way down your cheek.  

“N-no! I didn’t--I wouldn’t---I never told that to anyone. I am serious about us” He declares in a panic as he reaches for you, you take a step back. “Babe....” He pleads. “i swear I-I never said that to Ye-na" you shake your head at him lifting your hand “And shes just so delusional that she thinks you two slept together as well right?” Sarcasm drips off your tone like venom. His face drops his mouth hanging open to say something before closing it again unable to find the words. You scoff at his hesitance “So you did. You slept with her?” He steps close to you once again you step back.  

“not recently......”  

“Please just—just delete my number” Your hurt obvious in the way your voice cracks, Hyunjin’s tears begin to fall “What?” His voice is shaky “N-no. Why?” you shake your head in disbelief “Because you cheated on me Hyunjin are you stupid or something?”  

“No I didn’t I swear! Baby I never cheated on you, me and ye-na was a long time ago before us please belie-believe me” His hand finally is able to wrap around your wrist pulling you into him burying his face in your neck. You shake your head as you attempt force your way out of his arms “Let. Me. Go.” You growl. Hyunjin shakes his head as his arms wrap around you tighter “No! No I cant” he cries “I cant youre going to leave” you continue your fight as you feel your shirt growing wet, Hyunjin’s form now trembling. “please! I cant lose you please.....I would never---I could never cheat on you please don’t go please just listen to me” He sobbed. You look over to Felix signalling him to come back and start his motorcycle. You shake your head “I cant. I cant do this anymore Hyunjin”  

“NO! Stop please im Hyunnie, your Hyunnie. Please, please I don’t know what else to do babe I didn’t cheat on you. Im serious about us im so fucking serious about us please believe that! I cant lose you, not like this, not because of her I swear nothing happened with her in so fucking long. I’ve only been with you. I only want you please at least let me prove that” He pleads as you hear the roar of Felix’s engine. Finally pulling yourself away from his arms, you take one final look at Hyunjin’s face. He still looked absolutely perfect, even as he cried. Your heart raced as you felt his lips press against yours. Your resolve almost crumbles as his lips moved against yours, the taste of his tears mixing with your own. Pulling away he presses his forehead against yours his hands on either side of your face. “Im sorry, I just cant trust you.” you cry, he shakes his head “please don’t do this, I love you please” he pleads, youre heart breaks at his confession. Taking a step back. “let’s........break up” you declare softly as you hop on the back of Felix’s bike and tap him signalling for him to drive away.  

Ignoring the flurry of calls and text messages now flooding your phone you allow the tears to fall completely and whole heartedly, you sob into Felix’s back.

#hyunjin angst #hyunjin smut #hyunjin fluff #stray kids angst #stray kids smut #stray kids fluff #skz hyunjin #skz felix

[upsidedownwithsteve]

Steve Harrington x WednesdayAddams!reader [1.2K]

Steve knew he loved you very, very quickly. The feeling came at him fast and hard a few months in, overtaking the overwhelming ache of being so taken by you, the soft fondness that followed when you became his.

It slipped over him like a warmth, dizzying and new; because this was very different than anything he’d felt before. And he wanted to tell you - god, he wanted to tell you so badly - but he was careful not to scare you, to pile on too much emotion and feelings and intensity. It had taken a while for you to lean into his touch, to seek it out when the lights were low and you weren’t surrounded by his friends.

‘Cause they could be too loud, too bright, too much at times and Steve saw the way your nose would crinkle in disdain, the way your eyes would flash with a little annoyance when Dustin and Mike roughhoused and nudged into you too many times. Steve didn’t want to be the reason for you to look like that, to feel like that and Jesus Christ, how did you tell the girl that said she hated colour and fun and affection that you loved her?

(Steve knew you didn’t really hate fun and you definitely didn’t hate affection - not from him, anyway - and well, the jury was still out on colour.)

You definitely didn’t hate him. No, Steve knew that too. ‘Cause you looked at him with a softness that his friends never got to see, a fond look in your eyes that overtook your usual sullen gaze and you liked to hold his hand under the table, you liked to run your fingers through his hair before you fell asleep and when you thought he wasn’t paying attention, Steve would hide his smile when you pressed your face to his neck and rubbed your nose to his skin.

But love? Did you love him like he loved you? Steve didn’t know. Steve was scared to ask.

But he didn’t need to, not when you told him one day out of the blue, voice matter of fact but undeniably soft as you lay in his bed with him.

It wasn’t about sex, no, you both were dressed - even though you were mostly in Steve’s clothes - lying lazy amongst his sheets as a movie played on his TV screen and the sun outside was setting.

The macabre scene of zombies ripping the flesh of a pretty blonde girl didn’t seem to upset you the way it did Steve, the boy grimacing and squinting at the gore on screen. It gave you the chance to watch him, smile small and knowing, playful gaze giving way to that soft, fondness you could feel all over.

That sticky, warm affection that clung to your chest when you looked at him for too long, taking in his pretty features, breath caught in your throat. Long lashes, honey brown eyes, strong nose, stronger jaw, the rasp of a stubble over his cheeks that made you flush, pouty, pink lips that made you like colour.

The sun outside was low in the sky and it was dipping between the trees and the other houses in the street, peeking through the gap in the curtain in just the right way to turn him to gold. He was a hundred different shades of bronze and rose, violet and lavender shadows, eyes spun sugar, freckles lit up by setting sunlight.

Steve was as pretty as his personality; all deep and warm and a little flawed. Scars on his hands and face and heart, perfectly imperfect and you loved him for it.

Loved him.

He was moody and grumpy in the mornings, he didn’t like his coffee made by anyone but himself, he was touchy about his car and he spent too much time caring about his hair. But he was clever in a way you’d never witnessed before, logical as he was heartfelt, soft for you and the people he loved, stupidly brave in the face of danger, affection to the point of making you flustered and oh my god — you loved Steve Harrington.

The realisation didn’t make your chest pound as much as you expected it too, your breath only catching in your throat for a second before you pushed yourself further into the boy’s arms, nose pressed to the soft, clean smelling skin of his neck. You felt his pulse thrum against you, once, twice, three times, his arms pulling you into him as he yawned.

You didn’t sit up to tell him, you just lay where you were, lax and warm against his side, a leg thrown over his hip where his shirt had ridden up. On screen, an actress screamed as her arm got chewed off and Steve snorted at the spurt of too red blood.

You hadn’t said these words to anyone before, except for your parents, and even then, they hadn’t heard it from you in a long, long time. But Steve was holding you against him with his warm hand splayed against your bare back, tucked up inside his sweater. His thumb ran circles over your skin and every now and then, he’d tilt his face to yours, pressing a kiss to your forehead, your hair as he kept his eyes on the movie.

You’d know for a while, you’d realised. It took a while to understand it, but you got it now. You felt it. It felt like warmth and a sticky affection that clung to your heart. It felt like sunshine on bare skin, too big sweaters and summer even when it was gloomy skies. It smelled like cedar and pine and mint and boy, like Steve, like tangled sheets in the morning, hot showers at night.

It was just Steve.

“Hey,” you whispered, voice surprisingly strong. Your lips brushed his neck as you spoke and the boy shivered. “Steve?”

“Yeah, sweetheart?” Steve sounded a little distracted, voice rough from not talking as the movie played.

“I love you.”

No one spoke. No one moved. In fact, you weren’t all that sure that Steve hadn’t gone catatonic. But he was still breathing, only just you realised, his chest stuttering once underneath you before he let out a heaving breath.

You heard him swallow, his hand roaming over your back before he clutched at your hip and turned into you, the bridge of his nose pressed to your forehead and even though you couldn’t see him, you were almost sure his eyes were closed. His lips found the high of your cheekbone, brushing so, so softly over your lashes.

His voice was a rough rasp when he finally did speak, thick with an emotion you expected but it still made you smile into his chest.

“I love you, too,” Steve murmured. “Like, a lot.”

You pulled back to look up at him, chin resting on his sternum as someone else in the movie screamed and died a bloody death. Steve was only looking at you.

His eyes were warm - so, so warm - his lips turned up at the corners like he was ready to burst, like he wanted to beam. His hand caught your waist, rough with callouses, a push and pull against your skin as he tugged you closer.

You tried not to smile, you really did. Lips downturned and voice a little huffy but your eyes were glittering and oh my god, Steve was so in love.

“Good,” you told him.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #stranger things fic #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington fanfiction #stranger things

[tillthelandslide]

She's Got A Boyfriend Anyway - Ross Macdonald x Reader x Matty Healy One Shot

Warnings: smut, minors DNI

A/n: okay so I've been putting off writing this for a while... I had an idea but couldn't make it work for ages and finally just sat down and wrote the damn thing. I'm really unsure about it but I'm posting it anyway as I know some of you want it. I like parts but hate others so sorry about that. Here it is anyway, hope you like it?

She was everything either of them had ever wanted. She was the most beautiful person they had ever met, inside and out. She was a complicated, multi-dimensional person, with cracks and blemishes.

They were obsessed and she was hooked. The whole situation seemed unhinged but the truth is she considered herself to be unbelievably lucky that she had them both.

Ross was this absolute god of a man, someone she had fawned over for what felt like a decade. She never thought in her wildest dreams she'd get a man like him. He was her safe haven, the person who just seemed to see through all the walls she had built up. He saw her for everything she was and most importantly he loved her for it, for all the flaws and cracks, every blemish and scar. He healed her and loved her in the way everyone knew she deserved. Their relationship was intense, both romantically and sexually. She was his through and through but he also allowed his best mate to have her too, something most people (people outside Hann, George and a few others) wouldn't understand. To the outside world, she was Ross' and Ross' only, no one needed to know what happened when the lights went out, under the covers in hotel rooms or in their shared home.

Matty was a live wire, someone she thoroughly enjoyed being around, someone who made her laugh and someone who gave her confidence, he set fire to every negative thought she had about herself. Despite being madly in love with Ross, she held Matty in high regard, he was someone she always wanted around. She was undeniably attracted to him, not in the way she was with Ross (her soul didn't yearn for him) but she still ached for him.

The couple truly loved Matty, he was more than their friend, more than a plaything, he was their partner. They saw him for who he truly was, not some persona or image, just Matthew. He was a delicate soul and they were truly infatuated with him.

Matty was fun for the both of them, Ross enjoyed seeing the way Matty was with her and enjoyed the way he made her feel, it was exciting to watch. At first she was worried Ross would be jealous but that couldn't be farther from the truth. It was initially Ross' idea and although they were all apprehensive at first, it came almost naturally to them.

She was perched in Ross' lap, legs stretching across Matty whose palms were splayed across her thighs, constantly grabbing and groping at the skin, making her giggle. Her fingertips of one hand were playing with Ross' beard, whilst the other found Matty's hand. Her and Ross were having a hushed conversation whilst Matty spoke to someone across the room from them.

All of the boys had a post concert high, the room was buzzing and everyone was excited.

"You looked so good tonight" she whispers in his ear, her eyes drifting along his face, gauging his reaction. Her words are successful when his cheeks stretch, the familiar dimples resting against them as he smirks down at her.

"Yeah you think?" He asks, his large hand engulfing hers before playing with her fingertips.

"I don't think, I know" she nods, she bites her lip which makes him chuckle, shaking his head down at her.

"Well I think..." He starts, his fingertips drifting along her thigh, stopping when they reach the hem of her skirt.

"I think, you look absolutely ravishing, could see you out of the corner of my eye the whole show" he says, her cheeks flush at his words, the deep tone to his voice letting her know what his intentions were.

"Could see the way you were biting your lip, bet you're aching for me"

"How did that make you feel hmm? Seeing your girl there, just waiting for you" She challenges, her tone hushed still. His eyes darken almost immediately, and the smirk resting against his face deepens as his eyes drift over her face, landing on her lip which is in-between her teeth. His fingertips pluck at them, removing her lips from the attack.

"Think you know how it made me feel" he murmurs, eyes concentrated on her lips. She leans in further, tempting the tall man.

"You know you could just kiss me instead of just staring"

"I know. I'm quite enjoying staring at you right now" he says, making her chuckle. He mumbles something into her ear about sharing her tonight and she smirks at him, asking if it's okay, which of course it is.

He decides he's had enough of staring at her and moves to press his lips to hers. She momentarily lets go of Matty's hand, her hand coming to rest against Ross' jaw, holding him against her as he takes her bottom lip into his mouth.

Matty finishes his conversation as he feels her hand slip from his.

His head turns towards them and he smiles.

"Well look at you two" he says, making the both of them pull away from each other and turn their heads, they both smirk at him, Ross shaking his head at the man.

"Starting without me?" He asks, his words presuming he was going to be involved, not that either of them minded because it was the truth. His fingers grasped her hand which had been left untouched for a few moments.

"Never Matty" she speaks "Just talking" she finishes.

"Sure... Talking about how much you wanna do each other" he chuckles, his hands find his pack of cigarettes, he offers her one and she nods, her mouth opens slightly as he slides the tip of the cigarette in-between her crimson lips. Her eyes are focused on his now and he has to hold back the grunt that threatens to fall from his mouth.

"Jesus" he says, running a hand through his curls. Ross laughs behind her, Matty lights his fag and then hers. Her head turns slightly to Ross as she breathes in, slowly blowing the smoke into his mouth. Her head then snaps back to Matty, who's fingers had slowly been creeping up her thigh.

Matty's eyes are finding Ross' then as his movements on her thigh halt until Ross nods his head at the man, letting him know it's okay.

His eyes land on hers then, watching as she sucks the cigarette, breathing in the nicotine. He looks into her eyes, waiting until she nods too, letting him know she wanted this just as much as the two of them. Ross takes a drag from her cigarette before watching as she takes it into her own mouth.

Ross' lips are then pressing against her neck, sucking at the flesh and making her eyes flutter slightly. They snap open to find Matty, who takes the cigarette from her fingertips, stubbing both out and pulling her slightly towards him, Ross following their movements, not allowing his lips to leave her neck.

"you're so pretty darling" Ross says, making Matty nod, agreeing with his words.

The room had completely cleared now, leaving them alone, just the way they liked.

"Come here" Matty says, his hand holding her jaw lightly, tugging her forward until her lips grazed his

"Don't be shy love' Ross mumbled into her ear, she shuffled around in his lap, causing Ross to grunt deeply into her ear and making her lips fumble against Matty's.

"Be a good girl for us" Ross says, pushing his lips against her neck until she's pressed against Matty, lips finally connecting with his. His breath escapes him at the initial taste of her, a mix of her, the cigarette and Ross, the taste all too familiar to the curly haired man, one in which he secretly (or not so secretly) craved all hours of the day.

"Missed the way you taste love' Matty mumbles as his tongue greedily swipes over her bottom lip, saliva connecting their mouths as she gasps due to Ross having bitten her neck. It had been a week since the three of them had done this and all of them had been craving it desperately.

She doesn't speak but a moan falls from her lips, her mouth falling open as Ross pushes her hips down, forcing her onto his clothed member, rubbing himself against the swell of her arse.

"Fuck" he grunts into her ear, making her turn her head. Ross' eyes somehow darken as his thumb swipes over her lip, collecting the mixture of Matty and her saliva, bringing it into his own mouth and groaning at the taste.

Matty's lips are the ones to find her neck now, letting Ross have her for a few moments. Matty's hands drift up her waist, slipping under the fabric of her shirt. They were very good at sharing, giving the other one the time they needed with the girl they both were obsessed with and focusing all their attention on her, just begging her to let them do anything. Ross was more than willing to share her with Matty, after all he got to have her all to himself most of the time.

"Look so good darling" Ross says, pressing a kiss to her mouth before pulling back.

"What do you want love?" He asks and Matty pulls away from her neck, eyes flicking between Ross and her, both men waiting for her answer. Her mouth hangs open and she swallows, lost for words.

Ross chuckles deeply, thumb resting against her lips again, pressing against it until her mouth opens. He holds her there for a few seconds, eyes flicking behind her to Matty, who smirks. They both know what to do, something that will have her soaking through her underwear (as if she wasn't already).

Matty tugs the tall man towards him, lips pressing against each other as she moans at the sight, lips closing around Ross' thumb and sucking, making him groan into Matty's mouth. Their kiss is messy, tongues pressing against each other with only one intention.

Ross removes himself from Matty, nodding at the man, whos hand finds the back of her head, getting her to tilt it backwards, Ross presses his thumb that's in her mouth down, making her jaw open and then he's lowering his head, forcing her to take the mixture of him and Matty, making her groan ferally.

His mouth slips from her mouth and she tilts her head back down, swallowing their joint saliva making the both of them groan loudly. Dark eyes looking at each other before snapping back to her.

"Now, I said, what do you want?" Ross says, his tone firm now.

"you, I want you… both of you" she says and they both smirk. Finally getting the answer they wanted.

Matty is standing then, hand grasping hers and pulling her up until she's standing too. Ross is quick to undo the skirt she's wearing, tugging it down her legs whilst Matty presses his lips to hers.

Ross' large hands take handfuls of her arse, making her moan loudly. He then spins her until she's facing his direction, his face level with her panty clad cunt. Ross looks up at her through his lashes, lowering himself until his lips graze her clothed core.

Matty watches the couple in awe, hand palming himself through his jeans. Ross hooks his fingers into her underwear, tugging them down her legs. He doesn't waste any time, mouth pressing against her, making her gasp an airy moan as her hands weave into his hair.

Matty pulls at Ross' hair band releasing it from its confines, allowing her to grasp properly at the strands now as his mouth sucks greedily at her clit.

"Ross" she moans loudly, the man groaning into her.

"Matty" he says against her core, voice commanding him to do something, not wanting anyone to hear them. So Matty presses his mouth back to hers, swallowing her moans.

Ross tongue moves so it's flat against her, taking up the expanse of her pussy. Her legs shake and she pulls away slightly because of the pleasure and Ross' hands find the back of her thighs, pressing her firmly into her mouth until she's moaning loudly again into Matty.

Matty removes himself from her mouth, rounding the back of her and wrapping his arms round her chest, pulling her against him until her arse is flush with his aching member.

His hands find her hips, forcing her to grind against him, Ross shuffles forward until he's pressed back into her cunt, face buried in-between her thighs. There's no space between them. She grinds back into him and Ross allows the movement to aid his ministrations.

Matty is grunting into his ear as he gets the friction he so desperately wanted.

"Ross what about you?" She sighs out and he shakes his head making her sigh loudly in pleasure.

"Don't worry about me love' he says "just need you to come for me" his words have her snapping over the edge, juices coating his tongue.

She quickly pulls him up from the sofa, straining her neck so she can reach his lips. She can taste herself on his tongue but she doesn't care. Her hands easily find his zipper, undoing it quickly as their mouths move against each other. Matty's still grinding himself against her, sighing into her neck as he watches the couple make out.

She's pushing Ross' trousers and boxers down his legs in one quick movement, small hand grasping his large aching member in her hand making his head snap backwards as she begins stroking him.

"Fuck' Ross grunts, before he's looking at Matty, "take your jeans off" he says, Matty doing it not even a second later.

"Want you Ross" she sighs against his mouth, feeling the way he clenches in her hand at her words.

Ross pushes her hand away from his cock, spinning her around to face Matty now.

"Take Matty" Ross says, her own wrapping around Matty's cock now, her movements almost falter as Ross threads the head of his cock through her folds.

"Fuck" all three of them say in unison, her hand is stroking Matty as Ross pushes into her wet cunt from behind.

He thrusts his hips forward, making sure to angle his hips so the head of him presses against her gspot with every thrust.

She spits into her hand to provide Matty with some more lubrication as she quickens her movements, making Mattys hips snap forward, thrusting into her hand now. Ross doesn't stop fucking into her, her cunt clenching around him perfectly.

The sounds in the room are absolute feral, Ross' hips snapping into her, skin slapping against her arse as her sopping core splatters and clenches around him, matty groans at the sound, his hips rapidly shooting forward into her hand.

Her legs shake under her and Matty makes sure to hold her, supporting her so she doesn't fall. She moans loudly as Ross grunts, his cock leaving her before snapping back in, repeating the action over and over.

"Fucking made for me love' Ross grunts into her ear, pressing his lips to her cheek.

"Fuck" she moans. Matty's hand wraps around hers, directing her until the head of him is pressing against her clit. She almost screams at the euphoric feeling it brings her. Her boyfriend and the love of her life, fucking her as if he's life depended on it and his best friend rubs his cock on her clit.

Her orgasm is quickly approaching and she knows by the way that Ross' breath has got shallow in her ear and the way he's repeating her name that he's close too. Her eyes find Matty's and he knows he's nearing his own release as his eyebrows are furrowed.

"Let go for us love" Matty says, mouth pressing against hers again.

"Fuck" she scream, clenching around Ross' large cock as her hands clasp Matty's shoulders.

"Fucking love you - fuck" Ross says, his juices coating her walls.

"Matty' she sighs, needing him to cum as she was now becoming overstimulated with the pressure on her clit.

"fuck" he says, his hips stilling as his cums, coating her abdomen in his juices.

"Fucking hell we're lucky" Matty moans through his post high state, his eyes finding his best mate who nods at him, agreeing with his words.

Matty loosens his grip on her shoulders and Ross is quick to grasp the dazed woman, carrying her to the sofa they were once sitting on. Matty sits down first as she clings to Ross like her life depends on it. He places her into Matty's lap, who's quick to place soft kisses to her neck, helping her snap back to reality.

Ross is still standing, positioned directly in front of the pair. He gently grasps her chin, making her look up at him.

"Are you with us love?" He says making her nod up at him, pursing her lips, asking for a kiss from the tall man, who leans down to comply with her wish.

"I love you" she confirms against his mouth, making him sigh happily. Matty watches with a wide smile on his lips, he wanted what they had but he was also unbelievably grateful that they allowed him to be a part of it, receiving just a fraction of the love they shared for one another, although that small part was plenty for the curly haired man.

"I love you too. Think you've got another one in your love?" Ross says as he pulls away, his words are far from sweet but the way he says it, wanting to confirm she was willing before even moving another inch, is undeniably sweet.

"Yes please" she nods up at him making him smirk as he thumbs her lower lip, slipping the pad of his thumb into her wet mouth, cock hardening again at the site.

He lets her go then, so she can turn to Matty. She gives him one look and he's nodding.

"I'll take whatever I can get from you, you should now that by now babe… so fucking lucky" Matty says before pressing his lips firmly against hers.

Ross pulls them apart, not out of jealousy but out of desperation. His dominance shines through and both Matty and her are putty in his hands.

"Raise your hips a bit, love" he says, the woman doing as he says not a moment later. His hand weaves between them, albeit a bit awkwardly with the angle. He grasps the base of Matty who was already rock hard and teases the head of him along her folds, making the both sigh out.

"Look at you two, do I have to do everything for you?" He says making the both of them nod up at him. They both know he enjoys it so they play along.

"Fucking pathetic" he says, smirking down at the two of them as they whimper bebeath him. Ross was always the tallest in the room, often people would find him intimidating, but most of time he made her feel safe, he was her large teddy bear. But right now, he towered over the both of them, his shadow casting over them, dark eyes staring down at them. They both knew they'd do anything he said.

"Matty, do it" he says, Matty knowing what he means without the instructions being clear. So he grasps himself from Ross' hand, keeping up with the movements he was doing before. Running the head of him along her folds, teasing the both of them.

"You okay love?" Ross says and he takes his own member in his hand tapping it against her mouth. She nods up at him, moaning as her mouth falls open. She knows what he wants and she's never one to stop him, so she simply pushes her head forward until the whole length of him is swallowed by her mouth.

His grunts are deep and they resonate around the room, making her even wetter.

"Fuck her Matty" Ross demands, Matty not needing a second to think about it before he's pushing himself into her opening, making her gasp out a moan around Ross' cock.

"Need you to be a good girl and raise those hips for me love" Ross says and she follows suite, only pushing back down when Ross nods.

"Good girl, keep doing that" Ross says upon seeing how Matty's face contorts in pleasure. She does as she's told, bouncing up and down on Matty's cock, the both of them nearly screaming at the feeling.

Ross begins thrusting his hips forward, forcing his cock into her mouth before pulling back, fucking her face harshly.

"Fuckkkk" he moans out, head snapping backwards.

Matty feels her struggling so grips her hips, thrusting up into her to get them both the pleasure they needed. She clenches around Matty as euphoria washes over her, the moans he's drawing from her vibrating around Ross' cock, making his hips stutter momentarily, sending the head of him to the back of her throat.

She gags slightly and Ross pulls back slightly, grasping her chin as he looks at her, making sure she's all right. He slips from her for a second to let her breathe and stop if she needed, but Ross smirks when he sees her looking completely fucked out.

"Carry on" she says and he chuckles deeply.

"Yeah? Enjoying yourself?" He says and she nearly screams as Matty delivers a particularly hard thrust into her, hitting her g spot perfectly. She can't speak so just nods at the man, and he returns into her mouth not a second later.

Thrusting harshly forwards, pulling back until only the head of him is revealed before snapping back in. Tears fill her eyes as pleasure courses through her body.

"So fucking tight" Matty grunts and Ross moans at his words, knowing they're so true. The tears run down her cheeks and Ross is quick to catch them, wiping them away sweetly.

"Feel good Matty?" Ross asks and he nods quickly, spiraling out of control. Ross sees the way Matty's eyes fall closed and how his eyebrows furrow and he knows he's close.

"Oh fuck" he grunts and Matty repeats his words.

She would moan Matty's name if she could but she can't so she just grasps ross' bare thigh, nails pressing crescents into the skin.

"Let go love" Ross says, Matty hooking an arm around her front to reach her clit, he massages it harshly, making her cum hard around him, clenching around him and milking him for all his worth.

Her eyes meet Ross' through her lashes and she pleads with the man, silently asking him to cum.

"Oh fuck, shit you're going to make me cum" Ross says, Matty continues to fuck into her through their highs, only stopping when Ross stills in her mouth, hot ropes of cum coating her tongue.

He removed himself from her mouth, and groaned as he watched her swallow.

"Fuck you're so perfect" Ross says.

"Fucking amazing" Matty says next, making the woman blush as Matty leaves her core, making her feel empty for a few moments.

Ross crashes down to the sofa, pulling her into his lap now as his arm wraps around Matty's shoulders.

He adjusts her so she's hooked over his thighs, legs splayed out across the sofa. Ross tugs Matty until his head is resting on his shoulder, her hand finding his as the other rests against Ross' chest, right above his heart.

"Thank you for sharing" Matty says, his voice quiet, directed at Ross.

"Anytime mate, we're lucky to have you, you know that" Ross says to him before his eyes land on hers, pressing soft kisses to her lips.

"And thank you for letting us share" Matty then says to her and she simply smiles at her.

"Yeah thank you love. Didn't ask too much of you did we?" Ross says, always one to worry he pushed her too far.

"Never… I love you Ross' she says and he smiles as he connects their mouths again.

"I love you too love"

"And we love you Matty" she says, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his mouth.

"We do." Ross confirms.

The situation was unhinged, but fundamentally, it worked. It worked for all three of them and they weren't going to stop any time soon.

#ross macdonald #ross macdonald x reader #matty healy #the 1975 fanfic #matty healy x reader #matty healy smut #the 1975 #the 1975 smut #ross macdonald smut #ross macdonald x matty healy x reader #ross macdonald x matty healy #matty healy fan fic #matty the 1975 #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fic #matty healy imagine #ross the 1975 #ross macdonald imagine #ross macdonald one shot #the 1975 fic

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𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 || 𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐘

pairing: robin buckley x reader

summary: after you get hurt, robin takes you to the back room to patch you up. however, a few confessions are involved

warnings: none but fluff and the occasional swear word

word count: 1.7k

a/n: this takes place in s4 but there are no spoilers

stranger things masterlist

One thing about robin was that she is totally and undeniably in love with you and she hated it.

She hated watching others come up to you asking you out when all she could do is sit at the sidelines and pray that you’d turn them down.

Having originally lived in England, you were new to Hawkins. However, you had made friends instantly and it was like you were there from the start.

Robin was hooked on you since the first time she saw you step into her class. You sat in front of her in Chemistry and she wouldn’t be able to take her eyes off of you.

It was only when you two were partnered up for an assignment was when she had realised she was in deep.

The way your eyes would light up as you smiled and how perfect your laugh sounded and as cliche as it sounds it was like music to Robins ears.

What Robin didn’t expect was for you to become friends with Steve ’The Hair’ Harrington seeing as he was a senior and a complete douche.

She continued to stare at you in class and watch as you conversed with Steve, her stomach bubbling with jealousy.

Robin always held onto the hope of you liking her some day but deep down she always knew that it would never happen and that the closest she could be to you is by being your friend. Oh how she was wrong.

You were currently laying on the counter in Family Video where Steve and Robin worked. It was a normal Saturday except there were less customers than normal.

“God! Where is everybody?” Steve complained as he leaned against the counter beside you.

“Probably asleep.” You said.

“Its 2 in the afternoon.” Robin deadpanned as she moved around the store placing movies on the shelves.

“Exactly.” You replied with a smile.

“There has to be something we can do.” Steve suggested.

“We’re in a store. What could we possibly do?”

“I don’t know I was kinda hoping you knew something for us to do.”

“You’re out of luck there Harrington.” You said as you patted him on the head.

“Hey! My hair!”

“Oh I’m terribly sorry your highness. I forgot your hair was your best feature.” You snickered as you sat up.

“No its not.”

“Alright, what else have you got in your locker then?”

“My amazing personality.”

“Definitely not.” Robin chucked as she walked passed again.

“Okay! I don’t need you two ganging up on me.” Steve huffed.

“Sorry, we forgot you’re a vulnerable person.”

“I’m not.”

“Keep telling yourself that.” You smiled as you hopped off the counter and walked towards Robin.

“Hey y/n.”

“What you doing Buckley?”

“My job.” Robin said and looked at Steve making him put his hands up in surrender before picking up some movies himself and actually doing some work.

“Seems fun.”

“It sure is.” Robin replied sarcastically.

“I’ll help.” You said as you held your hand out.

“No need, I’m nearly done anyway.”

“Come on Buckley, I need to do something or else I’m going to die from boredom.”

“Alright.” Robin chuckled before handing you some movies. As you took them from her hand Robin felt your fingers graze against hers which made her face turn a little red at the contact.

“Where do these go?”

“Just over there by Steve.”

“Yes boss.” You joked before walking over to Steve, placing the movies on the shelf.

You weren’t paying much attention and you had managed to get into a little fight with Steve seeing who can push the other without falling.

What you didn’t realise was that you had increasingly got closer to a shelf and with an extra hard shove from Steve you had managed to fall into it.

A little squeal had escaped from your mouth as you went tumbling into the shelf and all of the movies had fallen on and around you.

This had caught the attention or Robin and before she knew it she had dropped her movies and ran over to see if you were alright.

“Ow.” You groaned as you sat up.

“Oh shit! Sorry y/n.” Steve apologised as he rushed over to you and helped you up.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.” You smiled as you began to pick the movies up.

“What are you doing?” Robin questioned as she watched you.

“Picking up the movies?” You answered.

“No, no, Steve will pick the movies up and I’ll take you to clean up that cut on your forehead.”

“Huh?” You hadn’t even realised you had hurt yourself until you placed a hand on your head and felt a shooting pain. “How the hell?”

“Come on.” Robin said softly as she pulled you into the back room.

Robin pulled out a chair for you to sit on as she rummaged around for the first aid kit. She let out a little triumphant ‘yes’ once she had found it before making her way over to you.

“You gonna patch me up Doctor Buckley?” You chuckled as you watched Robin go through the first aid kit.

“Shush.” Robin smiled finally finding what she was looking for.

Gently, Robin placed her hand underneath your chin making you look up at her so she could have better access to the cut.

“Tell me if it hurts.” Robin said so quietly it almost came out as a whisper.

She used a wipe and dabbed the cut cautiously as if she would hurt you any more. You being you decided to milk it and let out a loud ‘ow’ causing Robin to jump back away from you.

You let out a laugh after seeing her reaction making Robin look back at you with a very unimpressed face.

“I’m sorry.” You said as your laughter died down. “You just looked so concentrated.”

“You’re hilarious.” Robin said sarcastically as she went back to cleaning your cut but her little smile didn’t go unnoticed by you.

After Robin finished wiping your cut she went back to the first aid box to find a plaster.

“What size do you want?” Robin asked. “Small, medium or big?”

“I don’t mind, you choose.”

Robin walked back over towards you with a medium sized plaster in her hand and she held your head in her hand again.

Again, you being you decided to mess around and started to wiggle your head so it was borderline impossible to place a plaster on your head.

“Come on, y/n. You’re not making this easy for me.”

“Thats the point, Buckley.”

What you didn’t expect was for her to sit in your lap and tilt your head down so you were looking directly into her eyes.

Robin placed the plaster over your cut but still stayed on your lap. Your hands found them selves resting on her hips so she didn’t fall off.

There was a beat of silence between you two but you both didn’t mind it, in fact you relished in it.

“You’re blushing.” You whispered as you looked between Robins eyes and lips. “Its cute.”

“Can I tell you something?” Robin whispered. “You have to promise me that you won’t judge me.”

“Of course, whatever it is you're trying to tell me, I would never judge you. You’re my friend.”

“I know we're friends. i just... wish we were more than that.”

“As in you have feelings for me… Romantically?”

“I knew I shouldn’t have said anything.” Robin muttered as she tried to get off your lap however you tightened your grip keeping her there.

“Look at me.” You said softly. “Robin, look at me.”

She didn’t listen to you and she kept her gaze on her fingers on her lap, in between the both of you. You moved your right hand from her waist and used it to tilt Robins head up to make her look at you.

Tears were swimming in her eyes and she let out a chuckle as she couldn’t believe how foolish she was.

“You’re too cute Buckley.” You said before you pressed your lips against hers. The sudden impact had stunned Robin, her breath catching in her throat.

Her eyes were blown wide and she didn’t know what to do with herself. Her brain started to register what was going on and she finally kissed you back, wrapping her hands around your shoulders.

Unfortunately for the both of you, you had to separate from the kiss. You leaned your foreheads against each other, not wanting this moment to end.

Slowly, you opened your eyes and gradually pulled away from Robin.

“You kissed me.” Robin whispered breathlessly.

“And you didn’t stop me.”

“Wha- I thought?”

“I like you, Buckley. I really, really like you.”

“Did you hit your head too hard?”

“Maybe a little.” You smiled.

You cupped her flushed cheek and brushed your thumb over her cheekbone. Due to the closeness of the two of you, both your faces barely an inch away from each other, you could see every intricate detail on her face.

You admired her for a little while before you dived back in for a second kiss which had you both smiling into.

You ended the kiss, feeling your lungs begging for some air gaining a soft wine of protest from Robin. The two of you looked into each others eyes just enjoying the moment you were in before you spoke up.

“Can I take you to a drive in or a diner sometime next week?”

“Are you asking me out?” Robin chuckled softly.

“Well, yeah. Only if you want to.”

“Seeing as we just kissed I thought you’d take that as a yes.” Robin smiled. “Only thing is that I’ve never really been on a date before.”

“Well, I’ll make it the best one ever.”

“You’re actually my first kiss- oh wow, I’m over sharing.”

“No, no, its cute.” You smirked. “I like seeing you all flustered.”

“Of course you do.” Robin said before she was pulled into another kiss and you two stayed like that until Steve called out for you two asking if you were alright.

“I guess we have to go back out.” You said and Robin got off your lap, putting away the first aid kit and walking towards the door.

Robin pulled you into a little kiss before she opened the door to see Steve with his hands on his hips still looking at the pile of fallen movies.

“Have you done anything whilst we were in there?” You asked as you walked over to him.

“Yeah. I got a girls number.” Steve replied.

“Of course you did.”

#robin buckley #robin buckley imagine #stranger things imagine #robin buckley x reader #maya hawke #maya hawke imagine #maya hawke imagines #maya hawke x reader

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𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐌𝐞 | 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐫

word count: 2.8k

summary: nico’s your best friend and roommate, but what happens when he comes home after a guy leaves you unsatisfied?

warnings: MINORS DNI 18+ CONTENT, hair pulling, unprotected sex (pls guys use protection), choking, oral (fem receiving), fingering

note: thank u maddy for being the best and reassuring me that this wasnt total garbage i love u ◡̈

Living with Nico was relatively easy. He never made too much noise when he knew you were sleeping, he would make enough dinner for the both of you, and he was clean for a guy. He was caring in the sense that he knew you liked rocky road ice cream, so he always kept it in the freezer despite thinking it was an abomination. However, living with him was also hard because he was undeniably hot.

When you had agreed to move in with him after struggling to find an apartment when your previous lease was over, you didn’t take into account how often you would see him shirtless. Or the amount of times you would see him freshly woken up, messy hair in his sleepy eyes as he sulked into the kitchen. Or the way your heart would swell and your stomach would twist in knots if you let your eyes linger on him for too long.

You, unfortunately, were not naive enough to be blind to what that meant for you, but you were smart enough to keep it to yourself. Nico was your friend and roommate, and having feelings for him was a textbook recipe for disaster. Nothing like that ever ended well, and ruining your friendship with the hockey player was the last thing you wanted. 

“I’m going to the gym, but I’ll be back by eleven,” Nico called behind his shoulder as he opened the fridge.

“Okay,” You drawled, doing your best to not stare at the way his back muscles rippled underneath his compression shirt.

“Just saying, in case you wanted to come with,” He teased, turning around to give you a mischievous grin. 

He watched as you rolled your eyes, a playful smile gracing your soft features as you left your half-eaten breakfast discarded in front of you. Your hair was still messy from just waking up and your cheeks slightly flushed from what he presumes to be the heat of their apartment. Nico let his mind be clouded by thoughts of how beautiful you looked, but it was when they turned into thoughts of how you’d look underneath him that he pushed them away.

“After the shit you made me do last time, never again,” You groaned as you remembered the awful workout he put you through last time you went with him, “I was bedridden for days, Nico. Days!”

“You’re dramatic,” He laughed, his eyes twinkling as they met your own, “But no, I won’t make you do that again. It will be easier. Maybe.”

“I can’t today anyways. I have um- I have someone coming over,” You meekly admitted, avoiding eye contact with him.

You could feel the air shift around you as your words registered with Nico, and you wanted nothing more than to sink further into your seat. Nico’s silence was unnerving and the thick tension that enveloped you was unlike anything you’d felt with him before. It felt as if the waiting was blindly wrapping its hands around your neck, slowly suffocating you until he opened his mouth.

“Have fun,” He finally responded, his voice clipped and flat, “I’ll see you later.”

Your eyes snapped up and watched as he left the apartment, the door aggressively shutting behind him. You slowly blinked in confusion as you tried to piece together what just happened. He seemed angry that you were having someone over, but you’re not able to understand why. You knew Nico was typically gone during this time, so you planned the meeting accordingly. You weren’t interfering with his time at all, and that left you even more confused, but you didn’t have time to think about it before that someone would be here. 

“I had fun,” Noah spoke as he slipped his clothes back on, “Maybe we can do it again sometime.”

Not likely, you thought as you tossed him your best fake smile, just wanting to get him out of the apartment. You grabbed the first shirt you could find and slipped it over your head so you could walk him out of your apartment. Passing by your mirror, you nearly tripped over your own feet when you realized that the shirt you had on was Nico’s. It had the devils logo slapped on the front with his number decorating the sleeves, and memories of how you got the shirt began to flood your mind. Shaking your head to rid the thoughts of your roommate, you followed after Noah. 

However, as soon as you stepped out into the hallway it was as if time had frozen. Nico was standing at the kitchen island with his back turned towards the two of you, but you knew he’d heard you. His back was straight, the muscles pulled tight as he pretended to focus on whatever was in front of him. While it didn’t seem to phase your hookup, it had you feeling like you couldn’t breathe. You prayed that Noah would keep his mouth shut and not say anything ridiculous to you before he left, but what he did was much worse. 

“Hey man,” Noah greeted Nico who had turned his head when he heard someone behind him.

“I’ll let you out.” 

God, you wanted the floor to swallow you whole as you watched them interact. It was awkward, and you couldn’t help but feel slightly embarrassed at the thought that Nico had heard you fake your orgasm only minutes ago. Nico was short and dismissive to the smaller man in front of him as he walked him to the door, and you avoided Noah’s stare as he waited to see if you were going to bid him a goodbye. He scoffed when you stayed planted in your spot. 

“Did he make you feel good,” Nico baited as soon as the door was shut behind him, his dark eyes boring into your own.

“Wh-What,” You stuttered, shocked that he would ask you any sort of question like that.

“I said,” Nico began, taking a few steps towards you so that your chests were nearly touching, “Did he make you feel good?”

You swallowed thickly, heart slamming into your rib cage as your head became clouded with thoughts of the man in front of you. He was drenched in sweat from the gym, his shirt sticking to his skin and displaying each dip and curve of the muscle underneath it. His hair looked as if he had been relentlessly running his fingers through it, and all you could think about was the way it would look stuck to his forehead as he buried himself deep inside of you.

“No,” You breathed out, “No, he didn’t.”

“Then let me.”

Nico drags his fingers up your arm, goosebumps rising in a trail behind them. Your pupils are blown wide as you stare up at him, the ability to think, the ability to breathe long forgotten as he looked at you like he wanted to devour you. Your mouth grew dry as you tried to force yourself to speak, but Nico’s touch rendered you speechless until his palm was ghosting over the expanse of your neck.

“Nico, I- We can’t,” You rush out, but you make no point to move away from him as he takes your chin in between his thumb and finger.

“Why not, schätzi,” He tilts his head to the side, his thumb dragging across your bottom lip, “I hear you moaning my name when you think i’m asleep.”

If you thought your heart was racing before, it was certainly about to beat out of your chest now. Embarrassment crawled up your neck at the thought of being caught in the act by the person you had been fantasizing about, but another part of you, the twisted part of you, had hoped he did.

“We’re friends. Roommates,” You haphazardly explained, “This could ruin everything.”

“It doesn’t have to ruin anything,” He tried, his voice low as his eyes darted to your lips, “But I heard you earlier. I know that’s not what you sound like. I know you faked it, so let me help you.”

Fuck it. You close the small gap between the two of you, crashing your lips on his own in a searing kiss. Nico’s hand drops from your chin, snaking around to the back of your neck to tangle in your hair as he pulls you into his chest. You’re grasping at his biceps, trying to keep yourself steady as he deepens the kiss and slides his tongue into your mouth. A broken moan slips through your mouth when Nico tugs on your hair, and he’s pulling away with a smirk on his face.

“You like that,” He teased with red, swollen lips and hooded eyes, the grip on your hair slightly tightening, “You let him pull your hair too?”

The way his voice deepened and his eyes hardened at the mention of Noah had the wetness in between your legs growing. Every nerve in your body was aching for him to touch you, to get you to the release your body so desperately craved. You stared up at Nico, words suddenly fleeting from your mind as he carefully backed you up against the kitchen table. With one hand still tangled in your hair, he gripped the back of your thighs and lifted you into the table.

“Did you let him touch you,” He taunted as he ran a finger up the inside of your thigh, sending shivers through your body.

“No, we jus- We just had sex,” You admitted sheepishly, eyes dropping to his chest.

With his grip still on your hair, he yanked your head back up so your eyes were on his face as he spoke, “Good.”

He quickly dropped to his knees, placing both hands on your thighs and spreading them so he could slot himself in between you. Eyes wide and full of anticipation, you watched as he began to pepper soft, gentle kisses along the sensitive skin. You throw your head back in bliss when his breath hits your center, and your breathing becomes shaky and desperate. 

“You know,” His voice rumbled against you, “When I saw you wearing nothing but my shirt after he left you unsatisfied, I was ready to bend you over the counter and show him how to properly fuck you.”

Nico’s words caught you by surprise, but he didn’t give you any time to respond before he was latching his mouth onto your clit. Whatever you were going to say was broken into moans as your hands gripped the edge of the table for support. He grabs your leg and hooks it over his shoulder as he licks and sucks at your core like this was his only purpose. His name falls from your lips in cries, and they only encourage him to plunge two fingers inside of you without warning.

“Oh my god,” You pant as your fingers grasp at his hair, pulling him closer into you.

Your body is writhing as Nico’s fingers curl inside of you, causing him to snake his other arm around you and hold you in place. He’s humming against you and it nearly sends you over the edge, but he’s retracting his mouth and quickly standing before interrupting your pleas and slamming his lips against yours. You taste yourself on his lips as he relentlessly fucks you with his fingers, and you feel the coil in your stomach begin to break.

“Let go, schätzi,” He mumbles against your lips, recognizing the sounds coming from your mouth from the many times he’s heard you touching yourself to the thought of him. 

Your legs shake and your eyes screw shut as you release yourself over his fingers. Nico pulls his fingers out of you, leaving your walls clenching at the empty feeling, and he’s bringing his fingers to your mouth. You meet his eyes as he quirks his brow, silently urging you to part your lips, which you do while maintaining his gaze. He lets out a guttural groan as your lips swirl around his fingers, his cock twitching in his shorts.

“Nico,” You gasp, trying to catch your breath once he pulls his fingers from your mouth, “Please.”

“Please what,” He feigns confusion, the ghost of a playful smile on his lips.

“Need you inside of me,” You begged, “Please.”

“Think you deserve that after letting someone else fuck you less than twenty minutes ago,” He darkly laughed as he slipped out of his shirt.

“I don’t- I just wanted something other than my fingers,” You shamefully revealed, fingers toying at the waistband of his shorts.

“How’d that work out for you,” He hummed, “Just wasted your time being a slut when you could’ve just asked me.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, unsure of how to respond because you couldn’t have just asked him. It wasn’t that simple to you. You thought he would reject you, laugh at you, kick you out. Never in a million years did you think he would want you the same way you wanted him, but here he was. Stepping out of his shorts and bearing all of himself to you. 

Pulling you into another kiss, he slides his length through the slickness between your legs, teasing at your entrance as you let out a whine. He carefully pushes himself into you, stopping when your head falls away from him in pleasure. Nico’s hand splays across the expanse of your neck, gently squeezing at the sides as he brings your head back up. Your eyes snap open as you groan and your hips shift towards him, desperate for him to go deeper.

“Want you to look at me,” He instructs, “Need you to.” 

Your eyes brim with tears as he bottoms out in you, stilling as he lets you adjust to his size. He lets out a string of curse words in his native language before he slowly begins to rock against you until you’re ready for more. Despite the pressure on your neck, your eyes screw shut as you feel him sliding in and out of you. No fantasy you’ve had could ever amount to what you were feeling, and now that you’ve had the real thing, you never wanted to go back.

“Faster,” You plead, eyes opening to a slit to watch his face twist in pleasure as you clenched around him. 

Nico’s quick to pull himself nearly all the way out before snapping his hips against your own and slamming into you. The moans you let out are pornagraphic as you cling to him to keep yourself upright. Your mind is hazy, full of only the man burying himself inside of you and hitting just the right spot. 

He drops his head to your neck and begins to suck on the sensitive skin. You know he’s going to leave a mark, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as he was mercilessly fucking into you. One hand gripping the edge of the table and the other tugging at his hair, you could feel yourself reaching your breaking point yet again, and Nico knew that too. 

He slowed his pace, but began thrusting deeper into you at a more controlled speed so that he could tease you to the edge. His quiet groans were ringing in your ears as your hips met his, your walls tensing around him. Nico hissed at the feeling, the grip he had on your throat slightly tightening just enough for your arousal to be heightened even more. It wasn’t long after that you were reaching your second orgasm of the night, and the sound you let out was what sent him into his own.

Nico’s hips stuttered against you as he continued thrusting into you until he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He was pulling out of you and carefully pushing you back and lifting your shirt to release himself onto your stomach. Your vision was blurry as you came down from your high, but you could still see him as he planted his hands on either side of you. The both of you were panting, trying to catch your breath as the silence enveloped you.

The air was sticky with an unknown tension, and it made you nervous. You didn’t know where to go from here, and you didn’t know where he wanted to go from here. Of course you wanted something more than a friends with benefits situation with him, but honestly, you’d settle with that if it’s what he wanted. You only let the silence last for a couple of minutes before you decided to speak. 

“I should go get cleaned up,” You quietly spoke, avoiding eye contact with him despite just having him inside of you.

“Shower. I'm not done with you yet.”

#nico hischier #nico hischier imagine #nico hischer x reader #nico hischier smut #nhl #nhl imagine #hockey imagine

[gunsatthaphan]

GMMTV 2024 part 1 - review

another year, another lineup, another post that no one asked for dhkgdf

But here are my thoughts on the announced shows from today (in order of announcement, BLs are marked with a 🏳️‍🌈, personal favorites are marked with a 🌟):

My Precious The Series: This project has been lingering around for 4 years now since it was announced and I'm tired lmao why are they making this into a series now??? I have many questions. I never had any desire to watch the movie, it seems like a generic coming of age drama oozing with unnecessary nostalgia so it's a pass for me. .

Ploy's Yearbook (🌟): I like this one!!!! It's giving I'm Tee Me Too but with a female ensemble cast, all of which are fantastic and also the rest of the cast is very promising and we're in for a lot of new ships - I was hoping Earth and the other 30yr olds would finally be free of the blue shorts but maybe this the last one 🤡 but anyway yes I will definitely be tuning into that one 👍🏻 .

We Are (🏳️‍🌈): I'm just gonna go ahead and assume this is the WabiSabi show because it looks terrible. Like how lazy do you have to be to just throw a bunch of BL side- and 1 mainstream couple into the same show with the most basic plot you can think of like what a joke?? WinnySatang are another side couple in this so either they're getting their actual debut show in part 2 or this has all been a scam lol. I expected a lot more, same goes for AouBoom and MarcPawin, who I was hoping would maybe get a comeback show. Also PondPhuwin going from NLMG to this is.... a choice. Don't wanna judge too fast but the trailer made it seem like no effort went into this at all. Hoping for a better end result. .

The Trainee (🏳️‍🌈): Oh look!!! It's OffGun show number 6 lmao rip. I'm not gonna comment on this matter again, I guess they'll just be around forever and that's that lmao. But anyway I'm a little confused by this show, the premise seems fun but?? I have questions lol. I'm excited to see View and Piploy though and I'll just keep an open mind. .

Only Boo (🏳️‍🌈): How did we go from Only Friends to Only Boo lmao what a downgrade. I wanted an all-newbie BL and I'm excited to finally see some new faces but I guess I fooled myself into anticipating a setting that's not highschool lmao. This is another show that I'm clearly too old for but it's also the MSP of 2024 and that ended up being nicer than expected so maybe this will be the same. We shall see. .

Pluto (🏳️‍🌈 🌟): I'm 😭😭😭 This was such a huge surprise I'm still shook lmao. Namtan and Film is not only a couple I never expected in 432 years lmao but also a very strong combination in terms of acting and I'm SO into it. They're revisiting a plot about a disability which is still something I'm dreading about Last Twilight so I guess it comes down to the director again. Let's hope they do it justice. Also the twin story could be tricky, I'm getting some Not Me vibes plot-wise but regardless the trailer looks super interesting to me, also Ciize and Kapook?? YES please. I'm so hyped for this!!!! 🥺 .

On Sale (🌟): Ghostbusters but make it TayNew? I love it lol this looks so fun, I'm very intrigued. I wasn't a huge fan of New before but he climbed up the ladder with The Warp Effect real fast because he undeniably excels at playing awkward goofy characters and this looks like another chance for him to showcase that lol. Him and Tay have always worked better as a comedic duo for me so I'm actually excited that this will be more of a bromance situation lol. Also Mook and Jan are excellent additions so I will be watching this for sure!! .

Ossan's Love Thailand (🏳️‍🌈, remake): I have very mixed feelings about this, I have not seen the original show but from what I've gathered, this does not seem fitting for EarthMix, also is it really necessary to remake another Japanese BL? But this is coming from someone who's not exactly a JBL connoisseur so I guess I'm biased. It seems that after MLC they became enthusiastic about the idea of casting EM in more mature roles which I endorse very much but aren't the people in the OG literally 40 💀 idk I'm curious to see what they make of it and also if we will ever get to see a trailer because we all know how that went with Cherry Magic lol. oh well. .

My Golden Blood (🏳️‍🌈🌟): Well well well. what do we have here. This is for sure the biggest surprise since Be My Favorite lmao I can't believe Gawin is bringing yet another retired BL actor back from the dead and this time it's supernatural kjdhgd. The vampire genre is something I never thought GMMTV would take on but like?? I'm excited?? I'm so happy to see my boy Gawin in another main role and Joss is such an interesting partner but he fits the genre very well imo lol. Also Neo and Mond?? I'm so ready. Hoping for a release around Halloween next year for obvious reasons lol ✌🏻 .

Kidnap (?): Another show another confusion lmao this looks like Double Savage 2.0 to me, Ohm is caught in another mafia situation but this time not with his brother but with someone who's either a bro or a 💖 bro 💖 lmao but this smells like bromance to me. Ohm would never. And besides that I'm not really intrigued. next. .

Summer Night: This is kinda strange because everything about this seems like a BL but... it's not? the first 30 seconds had me convinced PhuwinDunk were gonna be the new thing on the block lmao but yeah apparently not. If I squint my eyes I would think this is Hidden Agenda 2 but with more girls lol and tbh I expected another JD series but regardless the plot seems a bit generic to me so I'm on the fence about it for now. .

Wandee Goodday (🏳️‍🌈): This looks like the Walmart version of Only Friends tbh but guess what I'm on board lmao. It's AllThis Entertainment's new project which means no Eclipse Season 2 (thank god). Great and Inn are a pair I did not see coming and tbh I did not expect Great to even take on a BL role to begin with but I'm intrigued! The director has been moving on a vast spectrum of different genres lately and this is another one that's completely different from their previous works. But I'm excited. It looks kinky and violent. perfect. .

Highschool Frenemy: All I'm seeing is people beating each other up and calling each other friends afterwards so yeah. not my thing. next. .

My Love Mix-Up (🏳️‍🌈, remake): I'm not a huge fan of this, not just because I didn't like the original but because I was hoping to see GemFourth in a different setting. I'm confident they can do it justice though and deliver a good outcome, especially regarding the comedy, but other than that this isn't going on my watchlist for now. .

conclusion: this was a wild rollercoaster lol, every trailer was a stressful game of Het, Gay or Bromance lmao - The majority of this lineup was not to my liking but then again I appreciated the variety because from puppy love highschool romance to gay vampires is a spectrum you really can't complain about lmao. My 2 highlights for now are Pluto and My Golden Blood simply because they're both a massive surprise that they kept very well hidden lol, I'm also intrigued by Wandee Goodday and Ploy's Yearbook because those have great ensemble casts.

One thing I'm missing from the BL lineup though is a genuine romance, something that's deep and genuine and more mature. What they announced seems fun but for the most part either silly or drowned out by 32 couples at the same time lol. so I really hope we will get something a little more serious that also talks about lgbt issues in part 2; Something like Be My Favorite would be nice, maybe minus the supernatural element.

I did not expect them to announce 15 series already, considering this is only part 1 so who knows what part 2 will bring. I'm expecting FK to make an appearance as well as PerthChimon since they are the only 2 couples that have not shown up, also possibly JoongDunk because I can't imagine they would separate them just yet. Looking forward to December! ✌🏻

Don't hesitate to drop your thoughts below! 🧡

xxx

#gmmtv #gmmtv2024 #gmmtv 2024 #gmmtv2024 part 1 #review #thoughts #opinions

[gabessquishytum]

omg step up dance movie my beloved. And you're so right, the dynamic of rich snooty ballet dancer and not rich hip hop dancer from "the wrong side of the tracks" is so dream/hob. the hip hop dancer character feels like it fits hob so well too bc it's like. The feeling and expression of self in hip hop is... Very different from the strict rules and standards of ballet. Hob doesn't hate ballet, but he didn't grow up with it, not being from a particularly wealthy background. And he does feel hip hop is a superior form of dance in that it is so much more... Free. And honest and raw and real. Less tense over rehearsed painful movements and more flowing authentic and human.

Dream however. He could not disagree more. He doesn't even consider "hip hop" or "street" dancing as real dancing. Real dancing is practised, incredibly difficult routines and strict schedules (not just around rehearsing but eating too). Real dance is something you devote your whole life to, not something you do for fun in your free time (whatever that is) with your friends (another concept dream isn't very familiar with). Has he actually deigned to watch any hip hop dance? Don't be silly, he doesn't have time to waste on something so frivolous.

Dream turned up early (as usual) for practise before classes and scheduled rehearsal time. He assumed the studio would be empty as it usually was at this hour, however walking down the hall the sound of ... Heavy bass and a seductive rhythm with lyrics to match spilled out from his studio (okay it's technically not his but no one else uses it nearly as much as him so it might as well be) down the corridor. Dream slows down, curious, if a little annoyed, that his early morning extra practice was going to be delayed in the least. When he gets to the door what he sees stops him dead and makes his mouth fall open. What this man is doing with his body is... Unholy to say the least but dream can also appreciate the muscle control and timing displayed here from a technical stand point. Of course he isn't observing for any other reason. Not bc the way this man's hips move is hypnotic and quite frankly down right sinful. Dream becomes aware that he's staring and has inexplicably started to grow hard, which his legging do very little to conceal.

Anyway pretty please share anything that dreamling step up makes you think of !!! I would be forever grateful 🙏💞

AJSJDJFJDBD YEAH <333

Absolutely love this. I'm imagining that Hob notices that Dream is there and the two of them immediately get into an argument about who booked the studio to use, which devolves into Dream saying "your dance form is ridiculous and foolish so you should just give me the studio" and Hob is like??? WHAT??? He can't believe anyone would be so rude but he's got to fight back. He tells Dream that ballet isn't even that hard, anyone can do it if they're rich enough.

Dream runs at Hob, intending to demonstrate that Hob won't even be able to catch him - let alone do a lift. But he's very surprised when Hob grabs him by the hips and effortlessly shifts him into a fucking angel lift.

Dream is unmistakably hard and blushing. Hob is like "You shouldn't have done that, you didn't know that I wouldn't drop you" and Dream can't even SPEAK. He decides to graciously allow Hob to finish his practice session (while he sneakily watches from the side of the studio). Hob keeps smirking him in the mirror and Dream genuinely has to cross his legs to avoid being caught with a major boner in his leggings.

He later discovers that Hob has quite a big following online for his dance videos and tutorials. He stays up way too late (far out of his usual strict schedule) watching Hob dance. He is undeniably beautiful and talented but more than anything he looks so happy! He looks like he's enjoying himself, like he enjoys his own body and what he can do with it. He wears baggy track pants for most of his routines but Dream is still convinced that he's caught a glimpse of a very impressive bulge.

Not to mention that Hob occasionally dances shirtless... and that some of his videos are more thirst trap than dance...

So what can Dream do but show up at the same time next week to see Hob all over again? Hob seems pretty thrilled to see him, anyway. He even offers to share his breakfast (another big step outside of routine for Dream, who hasn't eaten a store bought pastry for... a very long time). And when Dream gets up to start his practice, Hob settles in to watch with a wink.

"You had an opportunity to thirst over me. Now I'm repaying the favour. I want you to show me why ballet is the superior form."

And Dream has never been able to resist a challenge...

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #ballet au

[possibilistfanfiction]

Prompt suggestion I loved the grandmas! So Ava's grandmas squad at the wedding maybe? :D

you've been to many, many weddings in your life: your own, the most important; your siblings' and your children's and your grandchildren's, blessing after blessing. most have been fun, and, especially as you get older, you enjoy everyone happily bringing you copious amounts of champagne and an extra slice of cake, dancing with you on rotation.

you've been to so many weddings but, of them all, this might be the most beautiful.

part of it is probably because, as you had discovered, beatrice has more money than god. she's not flashy about spending it; whenever she comes to the country club to have lunch, she's in soft earth tones, but you have been wealthy long enough to notice the clean tailoring and how her hair, especially after she cuts it short — which ava had informed your group of breathlessly one day — is always neat and shiny, her rolex and ring understated but beautiful all the same. it feels, retrospectively, a little like you've gotten to watch them both grow up, and grow into themselves. also, amusingly, you hadn't quite realized how wealthy she was until you'd gone to their home for lunar new year, two years ago, and then you had fully comprehended, with a fair amount of humor, because ava had never mentioned anything and had always been excited and friendly and down to earth, more than happy to spend time with a group of old ladies.

this is also the most beautiful because it's on the beach, and because all of it is designed to be accessible for anyone with mobility aids, even though it's in the sand. everyone has taken their shoes off, and there are flowers everywhere and a small, wooden altar, ornate and subtle, that beatrice and ava stand in front of. there's stephanotis woven into ava's hair, and her dress is all gossamer and lace, small straps over her shoulders and the back dipping low. you've seen her scars almost every week since you'd met, but you've been alive a long time and you know that there's a measure of love that exists in her life — fought for by her; inevitably created by her, you think, too, with her steadfastness and her undeniable charm — that makes those scars just part of this night. part of this love.

beatrice, in a sharp navy suit and a t-shirt tucked in underneath, her slacks rolled up above her ankles, has been crying since she saw ava, sniffling and laughing intermittently, and ava had started to cry while she was saying her own vows. it's a simple ceremony, short and so heartfelt, and angela offers you an ornate embroidered hanky silently when beatrice quietly promises her life to ava; they've invited everyone they love and still she says it like they're the only two people in the world.

at the reception, eventually ava finds you on the dance floor, even though her eyes flit back to beatrice often.

ava smiles at the young man — named keiko, he'd said, one of beatrice's friends from the dojo — currently dancing with you and he kisses her cheek with a laugh when she asks to cut in.

'sorry,' she says, 'if you wanted to keep dancing with him. i will say that he has a very cute boyfriend anyway.'

you laugh. 'i would rather dance with you; it's kind of beatrice to spare you.'

'eh, i have her forever. i wanted to dance with the second most beautiful woman here.'

you laugh. 'she is very, very handsome.'

ava groans. 'i didn't know she was going to wear that jacket. her brother surprised her with it.'

it's gorgeous, maybe one of the most beautiful pieces you've ever seen; angela had gasped quietly when beatrice and ava had walked in, and it had made you laugh around a crostini. 'i've asked all my children and grandchildren this, at their weddings,' you say, and you don't miss the way ava's eyes water immediately, 'are you happy?'

of course, you already know the answer. you've never seen two people happier with each other, more comfortable in and out of each other's orbits together, like you have the two of them. ava reminds you of aaron, you often think, with a pang you've felt for the past seven years — joyful, the entire world a little in awe of them, the delight of knowing that you're the center of their universe overcoming everything else.

'this is the happiest day of my life. i am — it's beyond words.'

it makes you want to cry, but you already have and ava glances over your shoulder with a soft smile, meant for one person only. 'good,' you tell her. 'you will have all the happiness in this life, with the love you've found.'

'it feels like a miracle.' she looks at the ring on her finger, elegant; perfect for her and her constant motion, inlaid with diamonds.

'it is a miracle,' you say. 'a blessing, a love like yours.'

'ruth, i really can't cry again.' you laugh. 'but — yes. i've loved her before, many times, i think. in one way or the other.'

she says it like there's only truth to it; certainty. without doubt. faith. maybe you will be young again; maybe you will meet aaron in some other form and build another life, blessings greater than the stars. beatrice's hair falls into her eyes and she dances with her niece and nephew. 'i believe you have.'

ava smiles. 'thank you for coming, and for the dance.'

you hug her, hold her to you for a moment, one of your favorite people in the world. a slow song starts and you spin her by the hips. 'go dance with your wife.'

she melts a little, a grin on her face. 'yeah,' she says, 'my wife.'

the party goes late, the joy overflowing. beatrice looks asleep on her feet when you leave but you hug her too, with her beautiful jacket and eyes that are always only ever for ava.

'thank you for coming,' she says, hugging you tight, 'and for being so wonderful to ava, and to me.'

'congratulations, on an undoubtedly beautiful life. thank you for letting me be in it.'

she nods, her smile gentle. you find angela and head to her car; thank god she can still competently drive at night.

'burgers?' you ask, and she laughs.

'didn't we eat so much food?'

you shrug. 'milkshakes, at least?'

'you are a terrible influence,' she says, but she grins and drives toward in n out and she's your best friend. another blessing, in this life, another love.

'i'm glad we've lived long enough to see that wedding.'

'don't call us old.'

'what was your favorite part.'

angela smiles, gently, bathed in the streetlights while you wait at an intersection. 'their vows, of course.'

in this life, and the next and the next, you remember. 'they mean them.'

'yes,' angela says. 'more than anyone i've ever met.'

'our grandchildren.'

angela laughs. 'a good night.'

she caves and orders herself a cheeseburger too, and then drives to the beach. you can't sit on her trunk anymore but you roll the windows down and it counts, this life and the next, all the same.

#wn #avatrice #avatrice fic #prompts #avas grandmas! they have also adopted bea #i love them #butch bea 🥺🫡

[heyheydidjaknow]

I’m not going to request anything this time, I just want to know your honest opinion about “LawLight”. 

I have never seen as much yaoi content in an anime as in Death Note in my 30 years… I’m sooo old, and maybe that’s why I’m so sick of Tumblr suggesting me these kinds of posts and it has revived my hatred for this “ship”.

I mean, I’m not even sure if those people have watched the same anime as me…

Cartoons are fictional to start with, so buying into this is like double-dipping in make-believe, I don’t know if I’m making myself clear, lol.  I know some people might say… We read ‘x reader’ stories, okay, but we reaaaally know that this is not real, instead of affirming something that doesn’t exist…?

Anyway, I just wanted to vent, hope I didn’t bother you, and that you understood my limited English. 

Greetings from China!

I love Lawlight because I hate Light Yagami and I think he would hate Lawlight irl and any enemy of my enemy is a friend. That said I personally do not know how feasible it is as a ship. Im not anti Lawlight or anything— the fan content for this ship is great— but I do not know that the characters are all that compatible. I would normally leave it at that, but this is a prime opportunity to shit talk Light so I’m taking it. Here are my top ten implied realities of Lawlight which sink the ship in my opinion.

1. It implies that L would date a man he doesn’t even trust enough to believe isn’t a serial killer, which is ridiculous.

2. It implies that Light as Kira would not be so stubborn as to just refuse to be vulnerable with L out of spite.

3. It implies Light Yagami is capable of love.

4. It implies that neither of them wouldn’t view physical intimacy solely as an in to gain information from the other person.

5. It implies that either party would be content with just leaving well enough alone and not trying to destroy each other.

6. It implies that Light would deny his repressed (if you want to be nice) homophobia (which I cannot prove he has but believe he does with my whole entire heart) long enough to allow himself to get with L.

7. It implies that Light (and possibly L) would be cool with Ryuk watching them do couple things, sexual or otherwise.

8. It implies that Misa Amane would not beat the shit out of L for encroaching on her man.

9. It implies that Light would either top or not view bottoming as losing.

10. It implies that Light has the ability satisfy a partner in any way.

That said, their messy hypothetical relationship is undeniably fun to speculate about. Loads of fun fan works have come from the ship, and Light would despise the ship in real life, so who am I to knock it?

#death note #l lawliet #death note lawliet #dn lawliet #light yagameme #light dn #light death note #light yagami #light slander #hate that guy #but seriously none of this matters even a little #there’s backing because light is Like That #it’s just that Light is incapable of serious emotional connection #or open communication #he got real lucky is all #he is otherwise useless #I do not believe in Lawlight because Light is a goober is what I’m getting at if that wasn’t clear #and I stand by that shit #but the fandom work is great so y’all rock on

[lustbile]

Warm Summer Nights

Skateboarder!JohnnyxRollerskater!Reader

Word Count: 7.1k

Warnings/Summary: Johnny is the figure head of the local skatepark, and reader is just the bane of his existence.

Johnny is mean, like seriously. Serious dub con, public, sado/masochism, mentions of blood, knife play, & degradation. This is a very self indulgent fic that I’ve been working on for forever, and I hope you enjoy. Happy summer everyone!

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If annoying Johnny Suh was wrong, it wouldn’t be so fucking fun. 

Your first impression of Johnny was fear. As embarrassing as that is to admit, it’s the complete and honest truth. 

He was some sort of higher figure at the skatepark, being one of the oldest guys that frequented the place as well as his height and obvious strength, people had a tendency to gawk after him. 

Especially the younger kids. 

They saw him as this godly man; staring when he’d be standing talking to his friends or when he’d skate by, whisper about him when he first showed up for the day, and even get shaken when he’d nod at them or make a passing suggestion on a trick they were trying to learn. He was this untouchable being, the cool older boy who was way too scary to approach, and unfortunately, you thought some of the same things when you first encountered him. 

Until you realized that he was just some dude. 

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Yes he was handsome, that was undeniable and also a huge factor into the nervousness he instilled in others, but still, just a dude. And when you came to that realization, you staked your own claim on the hierarchy of the skatepark as the person who had the audacity to poke the sleeping bear that was Johnny Suh’s dwindling patience. 

You blame the beginning of your small feud with the man entirely on him. You could tell the moment you and your friends started showing your faces at the park, that he had a problem with you. He denied it once when you built up the nerve to call him out on it, but you could tell from the confused furrow to his brow that he was at least a little thrown by you all in your candy colored roller skates. 

He swore up and down that he wasn’t a skate elitist, that anyone and everyone that could get on a board, or slip on a pair of skates in this situation, was more than welcome to skate anywhere. But you could feel his eyes burning into you and see the tension in his shoulders every time you’d skate by him or when you’d squeal in happiness a bit louder than you had intended when you would land a new trick. 

In the beginning, your friends tried to convince you the reactions were because maybe you had found a way to become his skatepark crush, but the way he’d flinch when you’d lock your eyes on his or the scrunched expression he’d adopt when you would try to spark up a conversation with any of his friends was enough to tell you that he’d be happy if you never passed through the rusted metal gates of the park ever again. 

But it wasn’t until the day he snapped at you for accidentally tripping in front of him and ruining the stupid little trick he was about to do by making him catch you, did you decide that, if he was going to get annoyed by you anyways, you might as well give him something to be annoyed about. 

You also kind of loved the darker timber his voice took on when he made a comment about you watching where you were going, the feeling of his rough hands wrapping around your arms, and the deep scowl on his pretty features, but you would rather eat the gum off the bottom of the bench him and his friends would crowd around than admit any of that out loud. 

But that didn’t mean you weren’t going to provoke him. 

It was late, nearing ten o’clock on a warm Tuesday night, and considering it was the night before the local schools were scheduled to get back in session, the only people who frequented the park were long since graduated or old enough to drive and determined to get one last skate in come hell or high water. 

The group of rambunctious and rough guys that sat perched on the old bench like permanent fixtures could be heard far down the street, and you would know, because you could almost hear the laughs of Johnny Suh and Mark Lee crystal clear as you approached with your own personal entourage. 

It took them a moment to become aware of your presence, whatever story Taeyong was animatedly telling taking such a large part of their attention that somehow they weren’t even phased by the bubblegum pop that poured from the speaker your friend had so ingeniously strapped to her hip. 

It was Mark that noticed your group first though. 

His face was cutely scrunched up with a laugh bigger than himself, his shamelessly opened mouth and semi violent hands being an endearing look that got you and your friends cooing whenever his name was mentioned, but also conjured confused queries of how the boy had yet to swallow a bug in the process. 

But it was when his eyes opened insanely wide and his shoulders tensed from his outpouring energy at the sudden interjection that entered his mind, did his eyes catch onto yours and the friendly wave you offered him was returned with burning ears and a smack to Johnny’s bicep. 

You turned fast when you saw him clueing the taller boy in, your spine shooting straight as you started to move closer to your friends. Because some weird creature that lived in the recesses of your mind told you that having Johnny catch you giving such a warm greeting to his friend would be a win for him somehow, and the wave was only for Mark, not for him. 

But once Johnny was aware, all of them were. And after they were aware, came the yelling. 

You were pretty well versed in the faces and names of the group of nine. All varying heights and personalities and an unfortunate amount of hilarious banter, and they were just as versed on the basic information on you and your group of terror. 

But most importantly, both groups were very aware of the tension between you and the man who towered over them all. 

It was never something that was deeply discussed. You never sat down to dinner with these guys and laid out a blueprint and pitched your reasoning behind the torment you liked to cause their friend, but their grins and comments and just general auras let you know perfectly well that they found it just as funny and a little bit stupid and ridiculous as your friends did. 

You come to a slow stop when you hear your name specifically mixed in the boyish yelling, your friends shrugging and skating away from you as one of them offers a wink over her shoulder. You turn to see their arms wildly flailing to get your attention, and with a long huff, you start to move closer to the bench they surround. 

“What is a pretty thing like you doing here on a night like this?” Yuta asks teasingly as you grab onto the back of the bench to hold yourself steady, the twisted look on Johnny’s face from his friend’s flirty tone making you roll your eyes dramatically enough that you don’t see the way Mark slaps the older man’s arm with the back of his hand. 

“It’s a Tuesday…” you remind, turning to Yuta and offering him a soft smile and squinted eyes as Taeyong snorts in laughter next to him. 

“Oh fuck, is it?’ He asks in genuine shock, looking around to the faces of his friends for confirmation, “I seriously thought it was a Friday.”

“You’re lucky you're cute, Yuta,” you sigh with sincerity, patting his shoulder as he brightens. 

“Cute enough to get you to come home with me?” He drops his voice to be playfully sleazy, his eyebrows wiggling to show that he’s just teasing you like always. 

“Hmm I don’t know…” you play along, leaning down slightly as you pretend to be deep in thought, “what can you offer when we get there?”

“Oh you have no idea,” he teases slowly, shaking his head as he flutters his eyes at you, and the way he moves his face closer to yours makes you sink your teeth into your bottom lip with a grin. 

The quiet chuckles that bubble from the chests of his friends are cut off far too loudly with a scoff from the exact man you wished to ignore, and with a deep furrow in your brow, you glare up at Johnny to see his arms folded tightly in front of his chest. 

“Do you have a problem?” You ask harsher than you meant to, but the irritation you feel for him bubbles up too quickly for you to stop it. 

“Yeah,” he confirms as his eyes shift to the side to avoid your glance, “you’re my problem, always.”

“Sounds like Johnny’s jealous,” Taeyong pipes up with a teasing tone, leaning forward to tug at the hem of his shirt. 

“Why the fuck would I be jealous?” he defends quickly, throwing his shoulders back and cracking his neck to seem unfazed, “I don’t care whatever freak shit you two get up too, I just don’t need to see it.”

“Aw come on Johnny,” Yuta coos, lifting his hands up to push against the sides of your face, forcing your mouth into a pout that doesn’t match the confused upper half of your face, “you’re telling me you don’t love seeing this cute little face.”

“That’s not his problem, Yuta,” you say condescendingly as you pull your head away from his clammy palms, “he’s just mad that I wouldn’t touch him even with a ten foot pole.”

“Oh is that what you think?” Johnny finally turns to lock his eyes onto yours, his irritation with your presence radiating off of his form and making his friends groan in annoyed anticipation for what you’ve started, “as if I could ever be jealous of him getting attention from a brat like you.” 

“Oh you big, grumpy baby,” you tease, ignoring the hiss of air Taeyong pulls in through his teeth, “have you ever had fun in your entire life?”

“I don’t know, I was having a pretty great time until you showed up,” he shrugs, a frown scrunching his features. 

“Well, your friends are the ones who called me over,” you defend, motioning towards the boys who are now forced to witness your bickering, “do you want to take that up with them?”

“No, I’d rather you just go away,” he says with another scoff. 

“That sucks for you then, because I’m having a great time right here,” you grin up at him, smacking your hand against the back of the bench to punctuate your words, “so if you want me to leave so bad, you can make me.”

“Do you really want that?” He asks, his eyes squinting suspiciously when you confidently nod, “do you know what you’re asking for?”

“I’m not asking for anything, Johnny,” you say with a clipped tone, “I’m telling you.”

“Alright,” he nods, his irritation finally pushing him forward after having to deal with you for so long, his approaching figure making you stand up straight in shock as Mark tries, and fails, to grab him to pull him back. 

“Hey-“ you start to argue, not expecting him to actually take your bait. Your words get cut off when his hand wraps tightly around your bicep, and before you can shake him off of you, he starts to drag you away. He uses the skates you wear as an advantage, your feet fumbling clumsily beneath you, before you just reach your free hand to grab the sleeve of his shirt and let him roll you away as a pout lands on your face. 

You huff as he pulls you towards the back of the towering abandoned building that looms over the skate park, one of his friends yelling at your retreating bodies, “just fuck already.” The words make a flush of heat spread across your chest, and you grumble as the voice sounds far too similar to Yuta’s. 

You groan when he pushes you against the wall, the brick digging into your palms as you steady yourself against it. You glare up at him as he moves to cross his hands again, but your expression slips into one of confusion when he doesn’t turn to walk away. 

“What?” You ask harshly, standing straight when you’ve found your bearings, “you got me away from your little friends, so go away. You made your point, I won’t come over there again.”

“As long as you’re in this park, you get on my nerves,” he huffs, turning his head to the side as he kicks at the gravel below his feet, “doesn’t matter if you're on the other side or right next to me.”

“It’s a public park, Johnny,” you scoff, chewing on your lip when you notice he steps closer to loom over you but won’t even give you the decency to look you in the eye, instead he just leans quickly to glance around the wall to where his friends sit, “I can be here whenever I want,” you argue, trying to get his attention back on you, “I don’t give a fuck if you have some weird macho hatred for people who roller skate.”

“I told you the first time you started with that shit, I don’t care if you’re using skates instead of a board,” he groans, his eyes rolling as he finally turns to glare down at you, “I don’t hate you because of those stupid things you wear on your feet, I hate you purely for your personality.”

“Okay, then go away,” you argue, chancing a poke at his chest just to watch him flinch, “and tell your friends to stop calling me over since you have such a big fucking problem with me.”

“Do not act like you don’t go out of your way to annoy me,” he commands, his voice lowering in a way that makes you tense, “and good luck getting those idiots to make this easy on me.”

He mutters the last part under his breath, his shoulders curving forward as he clears his throat. You just look at him confused, the words coming out clearer than he probably intended and making you wonder even more why he seemingly refuses to step away. 

“Maybe I wouldn’t go out of my way to annoy you, if you didn’t react the way you do,” you defend hollowly with a shrug, you know it’s not a good defense, but it’s all you have as he stares at you like that. 

“So you admit it? That you do it just to get a rise out of me?” He asks with a sneer, pressing closer to your face and making your neck curve and your head bump against the wall to make more space between you. 

“Obviously,” you scoff, your voice getting shakier as you speak, “I’m not doing it for my health.”

“So you like having my attention?” He still looks at you meanly as he speaks, but his tone drops into something more accusatory and suggestive, the change making you shrink slightly as he looks at you like he can read your thoughts. 

“Wanting to get a rise out of you and wanting your attention are two different things,” you argue, chewing your lip as you cling to the wall, your skates almost slipping out from beneath you as you shift anxiously. 

“Are they?” He smiles eerily, squinting his eyes at you as if he’s caught you in a lie, “or are you just afraid to admit you like when I’m mean to you?” His voice becomes quieter as he speaks, his tone almost disgusted as his breath hits your face from how close he’s gotten, “is that what you’re into?”

“Don’t stand there and act like you don’t get pissed off when I flirt with one of your friends,” you finally snap back, your chest puffing out when you notice him slightly falter, “what’s that all about, Johnny? Huh?” You go on, poking him sharply in the chest over and over, “I thought you just hated when I was near you, but now that you want to bring up wanting someone’s attention, I’m starting to think that you’re just being pouty because I’ve never wanted to flirt with you!” 

“You need to shut the fuck up,” he warns, gritting his teeth as his hand flies up to grab your wrist, “now.”

You glare at one another in silence for a moment, the way his hard twists harshly around your wrist making it ache, but you try to will the pain you feel to not show on your face. It’s easier when the fact that it’s the first time he’s physically touched you since the day he stopped you from falling hits you, and you shamefully realize that you had wanted to feel the rough calluses on his palms again. 

“Or what?” You finally spit as your nose scrunches up, your fingers twitching as he slows the blood flow to your hand, “are you gonna hurt me, Johnny?”

“Maybe,” he answers so honestly it makes your stomach drop. Johnny had a tendency to be mean, but you never saw him as a violent person, and the fact that you know he could easily overpower you makes your heart jump to your throat, “you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“I-,” you try to respond, your words getting lodged in your throat as a soft grin pulls at his face from how nervous you look, “what’s wrong with you?”

His head jerks back slightly at how genuinely you ask the question, but his smile never falls. Instead he just stares at you like a hungry shark, his tongue darting out to swipe along his bottom lip as his eyes dart around your face as he thinks. 

“There’s a lot of things,” he says almost proudly, nodding at you as he clicks his tongue, “I could give you a list,” he continues, using his grip to lift your arm up slightly, “but…”

You let out a small cry of confused pain as he jerks your arm back and twists it behind you. He uses your shocked state to turn you quickly, forcing you to turn until your face and chest push into the brick wall, your arm now laying against the curve of your back as he leans his weight against you. 

“I’d say the biggest thing wrong with me,” he leans down to whisper in your ear, enjoying the way your face twists at the feeling of the brick scraping against the sensitive skin of your face, “is how much I let you fuck with my head.”

“John-“

“Ah, nope,” he interrupts you, sighing out in frustration as his free hand smacks against the wall by your face, “I told you to shut the fuck up didn’t I?” 

You whimper softly when he releases your arm, your shoulder aching as you slowly bring your hand up to press against the wall. You don’t make any other moves then that though, the way he leans his entire body over your entire body freezing you in place. 

“Now,” he speaks slowly, his hand that was holding your arm now moving to wrap around your waist as he pulls you back against him, his hold being the only thing stopping your skates from flying out from underneath you, “you’re going to shut up,” he instructs, the anticipation of what he could possibly want from you making you shake as you turn you face away from how his lips press into your ear, “and you’re going to be good, and make up for all the hell you like to put me through, alright?”

You let out a soft grumble, not wanting to speak in fear of what he’ll do but also from the way your hand slips and gets cut slightly against the brick. You pull your hands away from the wall to hesitantly hold onto his tense forearm, and as you glance down at the way you now hold onto one another, you see the way your palms leave small streaks of blood on his skin. 

“I told you to shut up, not ignore me,” he scoffs, moving his hand away from the wall in front of you to grab onto your jaw and force you to nod as he pushes in your cheeks, “yes, Johnny,” he says, slipping into a patronizing tone as he turns your face towards him, “of course, Johnny. I’ll be on my best behavior.”

He smiles almost sweetly as you start to nod on your own, your lips wobbling as you stare at him with wide eyes. So many parts of your body ache now, and it feels like your heart is racing a mile a minute, but you can’t ignore the way your stomach twists at the way he speaks to you. His hands grip onto you in a way that’s so familiar to the day he caught you, but the intentionally added roughness to them makes you shrink as you realize you enjoy it. 

“Good,” he praises, his hand tapping against your cheek as he leans in to brush his nose against yours. 

When his mouth pushes against yours, it almost doesn’t feel real. The chapped skin of his lips brushing against yours as he leans in and sinks his teeth into your bottom lip to keep you in place. You moan out in pain as bites you harshly, and when he takes advantage of your opening jaw to lick at the back of your teeth, you feel yourself sinking into the painful kiss. 

You barely notice the way his hand falls away from your face as you messily kiss him back, his fingers trailing down your neck and past your chest until they slip under the hem of your shirt. He uses both hands to slowly lift the fabric up, taking your bra along with it until your chest is exposed and your top bunches under your armpits. If it wasn’t for the warm summer air licking at your skin, you would have been too lost in the taste of his tongue to notice the lack of coverage you have on your body, but the way his hands cup against your chest as he pinches both your nipples between his fingers was enough to clear some of the fog in your head. 

You gasp quietly at the way he tugs at your chest, rolling your nipples between his fingertips until they stand at attention and start to ache from hard he squeezes. Your face scrunches at the pain that shoots across your skin, your chest heaving from your panting breaths as he refuses to let you pull away from his lips. Part of you wants to reach up and take his hands away from your body, but as the pain trickles into something else, a warm heat washes over your body and centers in your lower belly. So you just keep your hands locked around his forearms, squeezing his tense arms as you let him play with your body however he wishes. 

You let out a soft sigh of relief when one of his hands moves to smooth down your stomach, the other still abusing your chest but giving you at least partial relief. His blunt nails scrape roughly against your skin, leaving burning marks from your rib cage and all the way down until he hits the waistband of your skirt. And when you feel his fingers start to wiggle under the fabric, you start to squirm again. 

You want to say something, but your brain struggles to form any thoughts as he continues to kiss you sloppily. The voice in the back of your head continues to remind you of his command to keep quiet, and with that and the way your combined saliva starts to drip down your chin, you’re lost even if you had come up with something to say to the man groping your weakening body. 

You still mutter aimless sounds when he pushes his hand into your underwear, his wandering fingers sinking inside the fabric until he can pinch at your clit with the exact roughness he uses on your chest. Your thighs twist together, trembling as he plays with your cunt, but he pushes against them as his middle and ring fingers slip down until they prod at your clenching entrance. 

“There it is,” he puffs in amusement against your mouth, his eyebrows raising when your eyes flutter open to look at him, the pathetic puppy eyes you offer him making him smile in disbelief as he shakes his head, “I knew you’d be wet, you fucking whore.”

Broken noises crack from the back of your throat as you try to find words to defend yourself, but as his fingers dip shallowly inside you, you can hear the slick sounds of the arousal that spills out of you.

“Who fucking knew?” He asks, pecking you softly beneath one of your fluttering eyes, “I could have gotten you to shut that loud mouth of yours this whole time? Just needed to put my fingers in the right places, huh?”

Your lips pull into a pout as the heel of his palm starts to push into your clit, not moving to give you the friction you need, but enough for you to be aware of how he has complete control of your body. You mindlessly try to tilt your hips down to grind against him, or push his fingers deeper inside, but when he jerks you up by his hold on your chest, you lean back against him with a small apologetic noise. 

“Now usually,” he starts, still using a tone that makes you feel like a puppy being scolded, “I’d warm you up, stretch you out a little before I stuff you full,” he gnaws on his lip at the suggestion of fucking you, the way thoughts flow through his mind showing clearly on his pretty face, “but I don’t think you’ve earned that, little one.”

You let out a sound of confusion as he pulls his hand out of your underwear, trailing the arousal that stuck to his fingers across your belly before he smooths his palm up your side. The hand that remained pressed into your chest now moves to curve under your armpit, holding you up carelessly as he brings his other palm to press sternly at the back of your neck. 

You let out a groan when shoves you back into the wall, the hold he has on your neck making the brick press not only into your face, but now your bare chest scrapes against it as well. Your nipples still sting from the treatment they were dealt from his fingers, but now the pain is only amplified by the jagged texture of the old worn brick. 

You’re forced to grasp at the wall with your already wounded hands as he moves his hands to smooth down your back, small chips of brick getting embedded into the cuts on your palms as he digs his fingers into your tense muscles. He lets out lewd groans of approval as he stares at your curving spine, and when he starts to mess with the waistband of your skirt again, you hiccup in anticipation. 

“Do you think your friends know what you’re doing right now?” He asks rhetorically as he tugs at the fabric that rests on your shaking thighs, “or are they just skating around, totally oblivious to the fact that their little ring leader is letting the guy you hate do whatever he wants to you?”

You sigh at the thought of your friends, knowing they were just around the corner from the distant sound of the music that spills from one of their speakers. When Johnny first dragged you away, you knew there was no way they didn’t see it, and you were hoping at least one of them would come to at least mediate the inevitable argument. But now, as he starts to pull your skirt up, you pray they don’t come looking for you anytime soon. 

You feel your skirt drape over your back, your underwear now visible to Johnny’s greedy eyes and hands. He takes a moment to stare at the way the thin fabric wraps around your hips, before he starts to slowly drag them down your thighs. He lets them fall unceremoniously around your ankles, tangling around your skates and making standing straight even more difficult for you. You try to widen your stance slightly, hoping it’s enough to stop them from touching the ground below you, but when you hear a quiet ripping as they get trapped around your wheels, all you can do is pout. 

“You know how many times I’ve thought about this?” He sighs, keeping on hand on your hip as he uses the other to mess with the button of his jeans, “watching you skate around in your cute little outfits, coming over to flirt with my friends like a shameless little slut,” he spits the word harshly, the sound of his zipper falling adding to the shiver that licks up your spine, “and every time, I just couldn’t help but want to bend you over and fuck you in front of them. Make you cry and let everyone know that you are nothing but a shit talker.”

You lean into the hold he has on your hip when you feel the first brush of his length against you, his tip prodding against your clit as he shifts his hips closer to your body. He pushes himself into your skin, slipping against your wetness and making you whimper at the small bites of stimulation. 

“You want me to fuck you so bad,” he claims boldly as he pushes his entire length to drag against you, teasing you as he coats himself with your arousal, “I can see it in your eyes every time you look at me,” he taunts, “your just too much of a prideful brat to admit it out loud, so instead you were just pushing my buttons until I broke. Isn’t that right?”

You try to mumble in disagreement, your skin flushing in embarrassment from his accusations and from how big he feels just from grinding against you, but your confidence gets lost in the panting breaths that come rattle out of your lungs. 

“No?” He asks, seeing the way you try to shake your head without scraping your cheek up even more, “well, from the way you’re dripping down your thighs and all over my dick, I’m going to have to assume that’s just another lie you like to tell yourself.” 

His nails digs into the skin of your hip as he finally starts to push into you, his earlier threat of not wanting to stretch you open not making you nervous until now. He’s only sunk in a couple of inches, but the sting of his size opening you up is enough to make you feel like you’re about to be split in half. 

Your eyes roll painfully as he thrusts shallowly into you, your nails clawing at the brick as you go breathless. With every thrust, he pushes deeper, filling you more and more with him as all you can do is stand there and wonder how much you have left to go. 

“Admit it,” he demands, his own voice straining a bit, but not enough to take away the dominance in his tone, “admit that every time you came crawling over to annoy the fuck out of me, you were just dreaming the day I’d finally put you in your place.” 

“No I- fuck,” you swear, interupting your own denial when he cants his hips sharply, “I w-wanted… I just wanted you to stop acting like you owned the place.”

“Is that so?” He hums as both his hands move to wrap around the dip of your waist, “well, looks like I don’t only own the park, but I own you too.”

You cry out as your hands slip away from the wall, his arms tensing as he tugs you back roughly and brings your ass flush against his hips. He fills you entirely now, and as he keeps you pressed and grinding against him, your entire body squirms from his intrusive size. 

He doesn’t give you time to adjust or collect your spiraling thoughts before he starts shoving you forward. He stays frozen in his spot, digging his feet into the ground as he uses the hold he has on you to fuck you down onto him like you were just a toy. 

“Guess these stupid little skates are good for something,” he scoffs, impressed with the way they aid in him moving you at any pace he wishes, “you look so cute bouncing on my dick.”

Your hands fly out wildly as you try to stop your head from smacking against the wall in front of you, the way he pushes deep inside you with every move making it hard for you to do anything but fall limp in his hands. You try to stand straighter, to shift your legs in a way that will make his size less overwhelming to your aching body, but everything is done in vain as he handles you like you're a doll made for his pleasure. 

Your teeth clench harshly, a dull ache shooting through your jaw as tears start to prick at your fluttering eyes. He moves you against him so quickly, jostling you until your head drops between your shoulders, and when he finally starts moving his hips to meet yours again, soft sobs start wracking through your chest. 

You feel every curve and ridge of him drag against your burning nerves, a harsh slapping noise blossoming between you as he drills into you until your eyesight goes blurry. One of your hands flies back to grab onto his, and as you feel your legs start to weaken until your knees press together, your nails sink deeply into the skin of his knuckles. 

“You pathetic little thing,” he sighs as the hand that you don’t grip slides up between your rib cage, his fingers pausing to painfully grope your chest again, until you feel them slink up your throat, “am I too big for you?”

You murmur incoherent pleads of agreement, hoping he takes pity on you if you’re honest. You’re not sure how much you can handle of him pulling you apart from the inside, but every second he shoves himself back into your clenching entrance makes you feel like you're on the edge of collapsing. 

“That’s too bad,” he coos, his fingers wrapping tightly around your neck before he pulls you up until your back presses against his chest, your head immediately turning so you can look into his squinted eyes, “gonna split you open until you can’t even stand on your skates.”

Your tears spill over as he presses his fingers deeper into the sides of your neck, your head going dizzy as he leans to speak darkly into your ear. Your sobs come out broken and scratch up your drying throat, and when he tilts his head to drag his tongue along the tear streak that lays from your jaw to the hollow beneath your eye, your jaw falls open in shock. 

He stills in your for a split second, your legs shifting uncomfortably as he stays completely seated inside you, before he steps to push you back into the wall. You're grateful for the hold he has on your neck, the only thing stopping the skin of your face from being abused by the brick, but the way your chest heaves makes the jagged texture of the wall bite at your nipples with every breath. 

You feel an impending sense of doom linger over your head as his hand falls away from your side, the fact that it doesn’t shift to another part of your body making your eyes dart around his flat expression in confusion. You hear a shifting sound of fabric, and a small clicking noise, but you can’t form the thoughts to question what he’s doing as he starts rolling his hips into yours again. 

The small whimpers and broken moans that fall from your swollen lips are muffled quickly by his hand moving up from your neck. He claps his fingers tightly against the lower half of your face, his palm pressing your lips shut again as he digs into the stinging raw flesh of your cheek. You feel your eyebrow furrow tightly in confusion, your eyes blinking rapidly as you silently ask him what he’s doing, but all he does is smile brightly. 

He doesn’t falter the movements of his hips as he brings the glittering object in his hand into your line of sight, the pleasure that floods your belly being too distracting for you to focus your eyes on the pointed object long enough to register what it is. But when he curves his hand back around you until the sharpened side presses into the fragile skin of your bruising neck, realization washes over your body and your eyes widen in panicked arousal. 

“Touch yourself,” he commands as his lips press against the back of the hand covering your mouth, tilting the old pocket knife until it dimples your skin and makes you shiver from the coolness of the metal, “let me feel how tight you can really get when you come around me.”

Your eyes press tightly closed when you feel the pointed end of the knife bite into your neck, your body going taut as your hand shakily slips down the brick wall. The way he continues to moves hips at the perfect angle was amplified at the first touch of the metal against your throat, the fact making your body flush in shame as tears continue to stain your face and puddle against his hand, but when you hesitantly brush your fingers against your neglected clit, you feel your mind blank from any thoughts. 

All you can feel is him. The way he stretches and stuffs you full, how his strong hands grip your face until your head is forced to lean against his shoulder, and the way he steadily holds the knife against your skin even though you can hear how affected he is by the way you wrap around him from how he huffs deeply into your ear. The pain in your chest, face, and hands are a second thought as you're consumed by the presence of the man behind you, and as you slip your fingers to toy with yourself, you get a brief feeling of his length as it pushes in and out of you. Your hips start to roll wildly in blooming excitement, your body clenching tightly around him making a soft groan slip past his tongue. 

“There you go,” he breaths, his breathless voice showing his own excitement as you start to melt against him again, “you mindless little whore.”

You moan into his palm as your fingers start to circle messily against your clit, your back arching and pushing your chest tighter against the wall as his words stab at your core. You feel your dripping arousal start to sting at the small cuts that litter your fingers, but the sharp pain only makes you press harder into your skin as your body starts begging for release. 

You feel the muscles in your stomach start to flex tightly, your shoulders curving back as sounds continue to bounce against his twitching hand. Your breath comes out in uneven puffs as his index finger pushes painfully against your septum, and when he tilts his hips until he digs into a spot inside you that makes stars dance behind your eyelids, you let out a muffled scream into the bubble of atmosphere that absorbs your bodies. 

He holds you tighter as you start to come, your free hand abandoning the wall in front of you and staining him with more of your blood as you grasp at the wrist of his hand that pushes your lips roughly into your clattering teeth. You depend on his hold completely as you legs shake and clench violently as pleasure rushes up your spine, and he happily holds your weight as he shoves himself past your tightening entrance. 

“You stupid fucking brat,” he swears, his endeared tone not matching the harsh words he spits at you. His hips start to stutter against you, before he stills and starts jostling your body again. The way he handles you and forces you down on him roughly is an overwhelming shock to your already shaken system, and you feel your body go limp as your orgasm continues to rattle under your skin. 

He shoves you down one last time with all the strength left in his body, the force of your bodies colliding making him stumble back slightly as he starts to come deep inside you. He groans deeply through gritted teeth as his grip loosens around his pocket knife, your walls fluttering around him as he pulses inside you, and you hear the dull sound of the metal clattering against the concrete as you feel the evidence of his orgasm spill into you in obscene amounts. 

He stays pressed against you for a moment, not releasing you from his hold as your heartbeats settle in your chests, and you're grateful that he doesn’t let you collapse at his feet. You cling to him desperately, your thoughts slow and panicked as he breathes deeply in your ear, and when you pull your shaking hand from between your thighs, he reaches to tangle your fingers before he wraps his arm around your waist. 

You whimper quietly as he pulls out of you, his hand slipping away from your mouth and letting the sound be heard clearly. He smooths his palm across your face gently, swiping the drying tears and bead of sweat from your skin, before he joins it with his other arm and presses his face into the curve of your neck. 

“I-“ he starts, testing his croaking voice and brushing his lips against your tender skin, “you’re coming home with me, okay?” He says, the words not coming out as a question as much as they do a command as his voice drips in jealousy.

“Okay,” you agree softly, nodding as your eyes slowly slide shut as you sink into his oddly comforting hold. 

“You’re done playing with those little boys over there,” he says like a warning, his lips brushing against the tender skin of your throat, “you belong to only me now.”

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