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holybibly · 1 month

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BOTH | Yungi x reader

Genre: +18, MDNI, smut, fuck buddies, University!AU

Pairing: Ynho x reader, Mingi x reder

Word Count: 4.2 k

Summary: You've liked Yunho for a long time and don't mind having fun with him alone, but what if Mingi joins in? Well, you should play with both.

WARNING: light MxM, unprotected sex, fingering, choking, degrading, pet names, spit kink, size kink, face fucking, hair pulling, threesomes, dirty talk, explicit sexual content, explicit language, squirting, oral, cum eating, overstimulation and more.

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A/N: My precious bunnies are having a special day. I'm here to treat you to something sweet and savoury. It's not much because I didn't have a lot of time today, but it's my hope that it's to your liking. And I know it's been your wish to have me do Yungi. Lots of love, my bunnies.

dividers @cafekitsune

As you ran your hand over his head, Yunho's blond hair felt so soft and silky under your fingers. Your tongue curled around his in a seductive way as his hands tightened on your hips, pulling up the already short dress that you were wearing. The kiss was heavenly—sweet but passionate—and you felt a little dizzy, or was it the amount of alcohol you'd had? As you sat on the table with your legs wrapped around his slender waist, pulling him closer to his neck, your kiss grew more intense and sloppy with each passing second.

You hadn't expected the night to end like this. But you hadn't come here to argue. After a long dance that felt more like a dry hump, in the middle of a drunken house party you'd both been invited to by your mutual acquaintances, you'd snuck into an empty bedroom for a hot kissing session that promised to escalate into equally hot, and you really hoped so, rough sex. Hell, you really wanted Yunho to blow your brains out; you could already feel how big and thick his cock was through his jeans, and you hoped that the boy would know how to make good use of it.

You'd liked Yunho for a long time—sweet as candy, but with that spicy sugar daddy flavour—definitely your type, so the possibility of being alone with him tonight seemed like a dream come true. The scenario was perfect; you'd spent the evening teasing each other, and when his gorgeous, wiry hands went under your dress as you danced, you knew exactly where it was going.

You couldn't tell who had given up first or how you had ended up in this bedroom, but that was of little interest to you at the moment. Especially when Yunho's big hand began to massage your breasts through your dress, you couldn't wait to feel those long fingers inside your pussy.

Just as you were about to undo the waistband of his jeans, you heard the bedroom door open. As you glanced in that direction, you rolled your eyes in irritation and pulled yourself away from Yunho's soft, flushed lips. With his arms crossed over his broad, muscular chest and the tip of his tongue poking the corner of his plump, sensual lips, Mingi leaned against the doorjamb with a cheeky grin.

"Don't mind me. Keep having fun, baby." His voice was deep and husky, sexy as hell, and your pussy clenched involuntarily at the sound. Shit. Mingi, locking the door behind him, walked over to the bed and collapsed on it, resting his hands on the mattress behind him and spreading his legs apart, a mischievous grin playing on his handsome face as he watched you and Yunho, who, by the way, was completely ignoring Mingi's presence, now planting hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses on your neck.

Song Mingi was a narcissistic bastard who knew he was incredibly attractive and sexy. You wanted to slap him to wipe that smug look off his face. Or, more likely, ride his big, thick cock to make him whimper and gasp. And you knew from experience that that was exactly what he was going to be like—hot and completely lost in pleasure.

"Mingi, not right now." You told him, screaming as Yunho's fingers rubbed your pussy through your lace panties; you were already incredibly wet from the blond man's confident caresses, and Mingi's presence only made you even more wet.

"Oh, the doll is getting feisty, isn't she? Wasn't that the way you were talking to me when my tongue was licking your pretty, tight cunt, or do you need a reminder of what you did last Saturday?" He licked his plump lower lip and reminded you with a cheeky grin. All in all, you weren't in need of a reminder; the way you were rolling on top of his face would be hard to erase from your memory.

That seemed to have finally gotten Yunho's attention, causing him to pull away from your neck, and oh, God, you were in a panic; you wanted that cock, and you weren't about to give it up because Mingi couldn't control his damn mouth.

"I had no idea you and Mingi were... together."

You muttered to yourself and rolled your eyes, getting annoyed. Fuck Song Mingi and his big mouth, and fuck you for even deciding to sleep with him last weekend. In your defence, you were very horny, and he looked like a wet dream in that sheer mesh top. And need you tell how juicy and delicious his thick thighs looked in those leather trousers that clung to him like a second skin?

Girl, there was no way you could resist that, even if you were a nun.

Fully prepared for him to turn and walk away, leaving you horny and unsatisfied, you looked longingly into Yunho's handsome face. But when you noticed that there wasn't an ounce of jealousy or annoyance in his features, you were genuinely surprised. His chocolate-honey eyes darted from you to Mingi, his eyebrows slightly raised in a silent question he didn't dare ask out loud. But the way his cock twitched against your thigh or the way his pupils dilated told you that Yunho knew exactly what he wanted. Oops, it turns out that Jeong Yunho wasn't as sweet and vanilla as you thought he was. And Mingi, well, Mingi was clearly the type with some damn spicy tastes.

"Since both don't care..." Mingi just shrugged his shoulders and got up from the bed to come over to you and Yunho.

And if you weren't reliving your most forbidden and wet dream right now, you wouldn't know what else to call it, because something about the way Mingi's long, ringed fingers grabbed Yunho's chin and pulled him in for a kiss clearly did something to you. Mingi's pierced tongue slipped between Yunho's slightly pink lips, and you were drooling, a new batch of viscous fluid pouring out of your pussy from the lewd show in front of you. The blond man's hands were on your body for a second, but it was only a moment before he responded to the rough kiss.

You knew how it felt. To see two fucking hot guys literally fucking each other in the mouth, and you were about to come just looking at that.

Mingi was the one who wanted to stop kissing Yunho; instead, he grabbed your hair and pulled you towards him for a hungry and aggressive kiss. It tasted like a mixture of champagne and raspberries to you, which was extremely sophisticated for Mingi's cocky appearance, but Song Mingi loved to surprise, and he was just as good at it as he was at fucking.

Without hesitation, you responded to the kiss and immediately let his long tongue enter your mouth and lick you from the inside out. Mingi's fingers tugged hard at your hair as he tried to drink your very soul through the bloody kiss, and Yunho's now impatient hands pulled your dress off your chest, the cold air of the room making your nipples instantly tense. You moaned into Mingi's lips as the blond man's fingers circled your nipple, tugging lightly. Watching the pink, swollen bud roll between Yunho's long fingers, growing harder and redder under his care, the brunet's eyes dropped.

His mouth filled with saliva and his cock twitched in anticipation; he could already feel pre-cum dripping from his swollen head.

"I must fuck you, or I'll lose my mind." Mingi growled as he pressed his forehead up against yours. You chuckled slightly at how quickly his insolence vanished as the prospect of getting his cock wet loomed.

"Guess you'll have to do that then, boys."

"Oh, that's exactly what we'll do, baby." Yunho whispered in your ear as he pressed his fingers to your clit. Oh shit. Was that honeyed voice always going to be so hoarse and dominant? God, there was a hidden threat in Jeong Yunho. "Bed, immediately." He ordered as he scooped you up in his arms and carried you over to the big bed that was neatly made up. You were already starting to imagine the mess that the three of you were going to leave behind.

Mingi was already sitting comfortably on the edge of the bed, and you pushed him onto his back, riding on his slutty, thin waist, trying to take the initiative, but he just grinned.

He grinned wickedly at your attempt at dominance, but let you do what you wanted. He pulled your dress off as you left hickeys on his neck. It didn't take long for you to be pulled up against Yunho's big, hot body, and the blond man greedily took your lips in a wicked, aggressive kiss. It looks like you won't be playing with him like a puppy tonight. While Yunho was devouring your mouth, Mingi was crawling off the bed to take off his trousers and his sleeveless top, which, in truth, left very little to the imagination.

"Oh my God, Yunho, I want to taste you." You said this as you broke the kiss and moved further down the bed, motioning for him to follow you. You pulled off his shirt and ran your hands over his smooth, milky skin, sure that by the end of the night you would have left him with countless hickeys and scratches as he stripped off his jeans and underwear. When he was comfortably settled on the bed, you found yourself between his spread legs and began to kiss his neck, slowly trailing kisses down the heaving ridges of his chest and below, sliding your tongue along the pronounced outline of his firm abs.

When your head reached his crotch, you looked up innocently through fluffy lashes, knowing exactly what drives men mad, and licked your lips hungrily, running your tongue in deliberate slow motion over the plump flesh, arching your spine as you arched your arse. Beautiful boys deserve nothing but the best service. And while you wanted to be bold and dirty with Mingi, you wanted to be a gentle and submissive princess for Yunho. To be showered with praise and fucked like there was no tomorrow. And that was definitely at the top of your list of things to do in life, at least for today.

Yunho stroked his big hand over your head as if he were caressing a kitten and pressed the back of your head so that your head sank down onto his hard, massive cock. And God, it was huge, thick, and wiry, with a big, reddened head that was already dripping with pre-cum. It was a real treat for an obedient girl.

"Come on, baby, don't be shy. Show me what a good girl you can be for me." You obediently hugged at the head of his cock with your lips, savouring the low, husky moan of his as your tongue circled around it and collected the brackish liquid. Your palm could barely encircle its length as you ran it up and down, feeling the heat and throbbing of his cock as you rubbed the thick, protruding vein several times. You smeared the pre-cum and drool that flowed from your open mouth onto his cock. Swirling your tongue around the velvet head to find out what he liked best, you concentrated all your efforts on that.

Yunho threw his head back, revealing the long, seductive length of his neck, and rolled his eyes in pleasure.

"Such a good girl; you'll let me fuck you in my mouth, won't you?" You moaned around him, sending pleasurable vibrations down the length of his cock, and relaxed your mouth to allow Yunho to push his hips up and push his thick cock deeper down your throat. As Yunho wrapped both hands around your head to hold you in place, you grabbed his hips and tried to find some stability, waiting for what would happen next. The next movement of his hips pushed the head of his cock against the back of your throat, and he let out a long moan as he felt your soft, wet throat tighten around him. The sound he was making was almost enough to make you come. "That's it." The low growl in his voice gave away the more sadistic part of his personality before he returned to honeyed tenderness as he held your face in place, pressing his balls against your chin. He enjoyed the way your eyes filled with tears and the soft gurgling sounds you made around him. "Take it like a good girl. You'd like me to be proud of you, wouldn't you? Then choke the hell out of it. Make Daddy proud." He moaned again as your hands dug into his meaty thighs. But Yunho was too intoxicated by the feeling of the walls of your throat contracting each time you swallowed around his cock to notice the vicious nail marks you left on his skin.

All of a sudden, you felt a pair of strong hands grab your hips from behind and dig their fingers into your soft flesh, leaving bruises in their wake. You were so lost in the way Yunho was fucking your mouth that you almost forgot that Mingi was there too. You didn't realise what you'd let yourself in for until Mingi's fingers started to pull your panties down until they were thrown somewhere on the floor. Your wet, pretty cunt was completely exposed to his gaze. As you felt Mingi's hot breath on your naked pussy, you couldn't hold back a loud moan. His fingers parted your soft pink folds before he took a long, slow lick of your pussy, his pierced tongue causing your hole to clench up from the action. A low purr vibrated in Mingi's chest as he tasted you on his tongue, weakly rubbing his thumb over your swollen clit as he plunged the tip of his tongue into your narrow entrance.

"You better squirt in my face, doll, or you won't get my cock." His plump lips touched your pussy with every word he said and for a moment you completely lost control, dulled by the sensation of Mingi licking and tonguing your cunt.

Taking advantage of your distraction, Yunho pressed harder his cock to your throat. You felt dizzy and tried to suppress your gag reflex as the thick, long cock plunged deeper. With each thrust, the outline of his cock began to bulge as he thrust against you. Yunho was definitely a wolf in sheep's clothing, and you thought Mingi had been rough with you the last time. The only thing that kept you motivated now was the gentle smile that flashed across the handsome face of the blond man as he continued to choke you with his cock.

And damn your praise kink, it made you want to give him even more pleasure. You wanted to be his good girl, the only girl who was able to warm up his big, fat cock so well in her mouth. And for his praise, as long as he kept looking at you with that gentle pride in his chocolate honey eyes, you were willing to let him get away with whatever he wanted.

You quickly regained your composure and relaxed your throat enough to let Yunho fuck you the way he wanted. You looked up again, looking for his approval, admiring the way he was breathing hard and hitching, the deep blush spreading across his cheeks and neck. And the way he was concentrating on Mingi, who was literally drinking your pussy as if he was dying of thirst. But apparently that's not enough for him, because you feel Mingi release your hips for a second, only for him to change position - and now your now swollen cunt is hovering over his face. A loud slap on your buttocks makes you whimper and drool all over Yunho's cock as he mercilessly fucks your mouth like his personal cock sleeve.

"Now lower your sweet cunt right on my face and ride like an obedient girl. Do you understand me, dolly?" The cold metal ball barely touched your clit as he spoke, his hot breath blowing around your folds. Mingi mumbled approvingly beneath you as you moaned and pressed your pussy against his face. "And remember baby. First you squirt - then I fuck you." Without warning, two long fingers with massive rings entered you, stretching your warm silky walls. Your pussy sucked them in with need as Mingi's lips encircled your clit, sucking it into his mouth, his tongue immediately beginning to flick across the sensitive flesh. Oh, fuck.

The stimulation makes you almost buckle at the knees and pushes your cunt even harder against his face. Mingi is sucking hard on your clit, pressing down on it with his piercing as he continues to stretch you with his fingers, his other hand guiding your hips to help them roll over his face.

Hell, he might not mind dying between your legs; your cunt was so perfect—sweet and plump and pink, and God, he loved every moment of it. When his fingers found your golden centre and began to rub relentlessly, you rolled your eyes in pleasure and moaned softly. The vibrations of your voice made Yunho shiver.

Holding back a wry grin as he watched you gasp for breath, a mixture of saliva and tears dripping down your face, he finally let go of you and pulled you away from his cock. Yunho let you struggle to catch your breath, but you failed to breathe. But you hadn't had a chance to breathe when Mingi's tongue began rubbing against your clit with renewed vigour, causing you to roll forward, face against Yunho's thigh. "Look at you. You're so damn beautiful for us, aren't you? Pretty girl, you will do as you are told and come all over Mingi's face, won't you?" Yunho strokes your hair lovingly as he watches the brunette suck your pussy like a leech. The room fills with obscene slurps and squelches, punctuated by a mixture of Mingi's deep moans and your weak whimpers, and Yunho wouldn't mind taking his place now and licking you clean, and maybe he'll do it later today.

Mingi releases your clit from his lips to run his tongue greedily around the edges of your stretched-out hole a couple of times before he pulls his fingers out with an obscene squelch and replaces them with his talented pierced tongue, fucking you fast and hard until your walls are closing in around him.

"Oh, shit. Fuck, Mingi. Fuck!" You curse as you feel his plump lips curl into a smug and lecherous smile. He swirls his tongue inside your hole, dragging the metal ball on his tongue along your sensitive, trembling walls. He eats you like a fucking animal, growling into your pussy and thrusting harder, his sharp nose rubbing against your clit.

"Tastes good, doesn't it?" Yunho asks, licking his lips as if he's trying to taste you, and Mingi just moans in response, lapping up your juices as if it were his last meal on earth. You begin to feel the familiar tension building in your belly with every passing second. The sharp tip of Mingi's tongue pierces your walls, and his nose rests against your clit. Your hips start to shake, you start to stiffen, and your pussy clenches to hold the hot, slippery appendage inside.

"Damn, Mingi, I'll cum." You moan in a hoarse voice, and he slaps your arse so hard it makes you squeal. You can feel him grinning into your cunt before his teeth brush against your clit and he bites into a bundle of nerves in an experimental way.

You squeal so loudly that it seems the whole house can hear what you're doing, and to be honest, you don't really care. Let the bitches be jealous; the boys are yours. Right now, one of the hottest boys in the world is Song. Mingi is fucking your pussy with his amazing tongue, and the big fat cock of the most beautiful boy in the whole university is rubbing sweetly against your cheek. Mingi is purring softly, like a contented giant cat, as you rub your helpless body against his face. You flex your hips, squeeze his face between your legs, and force his lips into a curl in order to stimulate your hole.

The whole of your body was on fire and in the sky at the same time. Mingi's huge hands gripped the small of your back, and his own breathing became ragged as you rode on his face and shamelessly screamed out his name. Your whole body tensed like a cord; you sobbed heavily, the tears dropping from your face onto Yunho's thigh, to which you were still clinging, your thighs trembling with pleasure. You were nearing orgasm, the hot sensation of release bubbling under your skin like boiling water. As Mingi slammed the palm of his hand down on your plump buttocks once more, causing the soft flesh to tremble and blush, you came. The orgasm was absolutely devastating, with your juices pouring into his hungry mouth and Mingi gobbling them up greedily, but it still wasn't what he was looking for from you.

You had to squirt, and Mingi was not going to stop until you did. He lifted your hips off of his face, only to have two of his fingers dive into the tightness of your cunt. You gasped for breath and tried to pull away from him, squealing and biting at Yunho's thigh. With his other hand, Mingi pressed you against his face, while he continued mercilessly and roughly fingered your over-excited pussy, now flowing like a waterfall.

Mingi pulled away from your clit with a wet bang, then flattened his tongue and used a small metal ball to stimulate your tortured clit. You felt the onset of a second orgasm, and your walls tightened around Mingi's fingers, the heavy, solid rings pressing against your plush flesh. His wet lips and chin opened and closed slowly as he breathed heavily and continued to torment you.

"Come on, sweetie, squirt on his face so I can finally fuck you. Fucking princess, come for us." Yunho growls as he wraps his fingers around your cheeks and turns your face around so that you're looking at him. "Make your daddy proud." The tone of his voice and the demand itself send you over the edge of euphoria as you shake your whole body and experience an embarrassingly intense orgasm, splashing Mingi's chin and lips with your juices as he swallows them with a satisfied smile. Mingi presses your hips up against his face and helps you through a powerful orgasm, your eyes rolling.

Your eyes are rolling up, your mouth is opening, and your tongue is flicking out. You're so fucked already, and they haven't even fucked you right, but fuck you want them to, and even if you pass out somewhere along the way, you'll be riding their dicks tonight.

Mingi rests his nose against your pubic bone for a second and lets out a heavy sigh before he picks you up and climbs out from underneath you. He gives you and Yunho one of his stupid, drunken smiles and licks his lips in satisfaction. Your juices run down his face, neck, and slowly rising chest as he crawls up to your face. But instead of giving you the attention you crave, his lips press against Yunho's in a completely wild and aggressive kiss that can hardly be called a kiss—it's all tongues and teeth.

When Yunho pulls away from him, he curves his beautiful lips loathingly.

"You bastard."

"You're the one who wanted to know what she tastes like. I'm just giving you a taste of heaven." Then he leans down and presses her wet lips to the side of his ear. "The doll can suck your cock as much as you want, but I'm going to be the one who drinks her pussy."

"I think you should stop measuring dicks and give me a good fuck instead, or should I find someone else to do it with?" You raised your head to look at them. Seeing the shocked look on their pretty faces after your words, a small smile formed on your lips.

"Looks like the doll is getting a little cocky, huh?" Mingi said to you as he pulled your boddy up to his chest.

You could feel Yunho's lips pressing against your ear before he whispered to you in his honeyed, sultry voice.

"Baby, if you misbehave, I'll have to punish you, and I have a feeling you won't be able to walk by the time I'm through with you."

"We'll be done." Mingi corrected him.

"Well, I guess I should just keep going and see what you can do. Because I'm pretty sure I can handle both of you."

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princessbrunette · 3 months

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OK but hear me out making rafe cum in his pants from eating you out his head in between your legs as he grinds against the bed underneath him or stroking himself while you sit on his face idk the idea sounded hot

this is very him tbh….. pent up s2 rafe after you’ve been whining all day about him totally neglecting you lately :( but it’s not his fault !! he’s been handling business !! he’s proactive !!

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so he leads you briskly into his room and lays you down, shaking his head and muttering “alright, alright — shit, m’sorry okay i’ve just been busy running shit.” and you barely care, just squirming your hips n peeling your panties aside to showcase just how wet you are for him :(

he’s deep in thought when he gets comfortable on his front, stroking your inner thighs. “you know you’re lucky you’re so pretty.” he drawls, and you’re not sure if he’s talking to you or your pussy. he wraps his arms around your thighs, spits on your clit like he hates it and gets to work.

as the mood takes him, listening to the way you whine and moan— he wonders why he doesn’t eat that cute little cunt more often, getting more and more turned on by the moment. in the back of his mind, he’s somewhat aware of the fact he hasn’t been able to get his own release for a while — too distracted by the stress of dealing with his father and sister. before he knows it, he’s barely coming up for air, tongue fucking you as his hips writhe against the bed.

he doesn’t see it coming, and quite frankly he’s embarrassed when he’s suddenly cumming before you, pulling away slightly with parted lips and eyes screwed shut, a string of your arousal still attaching the two of you as he lets out the throatiest most delicious groan. you lift your head, disorientated and hazy to see his hips grinding against the mattress, the cameron panting before dropping his forehead to your thigh to catch his breath. “shit… what the ffff—” he whispers to himself, hips still jerking a little.

you smile, lips still wet with drool and lashes fluttering slowly, legs still wide open. your cunt now clenches around nothing. he pushes himself to stand on his knees on the bed, chin pointed downwards as he observes the wet patch in his pants. “aw, rafey.” you coo and he points a finger at you, still out of breath with a wet mouth.

“dont.” he warns, enunciating the T and you giggle, rubbing your sock clad feet up his thighs as you lay back.

“what about meee?” you complain and he licks his lips impatiently before pressing them together, lurching forward to easily manhandle you onto your stomach, your leg cocking up with a whine at his spontaneity.

“jesus fucking christ would you give me a minute? so fucking needy. yeah, fucking take it.” he presses a hand down on your lower back to keep you still as he pushes two fingers knuckle deep inside you, setting a punishing pace that made your jaw drop. “laughin’ at me… i’ll fuckin’ show you.”

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#anon #rafe cameron prompt

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tootiecakes234 · 6 months

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Katsuki Bakugo x Black!reader

When he first sees you with your bonnet on this guy has a field day.

This was first night that you’ve stayed at Katsuki’s place. You just got out of the bathroom from doing your night time routine.

He looks at you a little skeptically

“What is going on with your head??”

“It’s called a head scarf jackass”

A smirk starts to form on his lips and you just know he’s about to same something to get on your nerves.

“ You look like toad from Super Mario Bros”

“ Are you trying to say my head looks like a mushroom??”

“ Babe, I’m not trying to say anything…. If it makes you feel any better, you’re a hot mushroom”

He has a full on cheshire grin on his face.

“Nope…. Doesn’t make me feel better”

“🤷🏼‍♂️”

“ Im going back to my place. You suck!”

Now he starts chuckling at you before he quickly wraps his arms around your waist.

“ Don’t overreact my little shroom.”

“You’re on thin fucking ice” you whisper it like threat

“ ok ok. …. I surrender. Get your ass in bed”

You wiggle out of his embrace and climb into bed. You don’t realize until you’re trying to make yourself comfortable that there are satin pillow cases on all the pillows.

“Did you get new pillow cases?”

He turns away from you like he’s slightly embarrassed.

“Uhh yea….. you said you preferred them so…”

Now it was your turn to have a shit eating grin. You could see the red tips of his ears.

“Awwww Katsuki….. you did all this for MEEE!?! That’s so cute”

“ Keep talking and your ass is really going back to your place. And it’s not just for you, apparently it’s good for your skin and shit so don’t get a big head”

He was so adorable. You’re no longer mad. How could you be when you had the sweetest boy as a boyfriend.

“Goodnight shroomy”

Ok… maybe sweetest is too strong of a word.

*he definitely ends up buying you all different types of head scarves. Goes in the beauty supply asking all types of questions about them.

#imagine #bakugou x reader #katsuki x black!reader #bakugo x black reader #bakugou drabble #drabble #mha fanfiction #katsuki bakugo mha #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo headcanons #bakugou katsuki #fluff #katsuki bakugo x black reader

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henneseyhoe · 10 months

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“Tell daddy you sorry”(request)

Stunna x BLACK!THICK!FEM!reader

WARNINGS: toxic!stunna, daddy kink, rough sex, name calling, breeding kink(eh?), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!)

SUMMARY:you fucked somebody else. Stunna ain’t too happy bout it.

Ps. This was (kinda) inspired by we cry together by Kendrick Lamar. I listen to that shit unironically and the ending of the song had me gasping when I first heard it so I had to make a lil drabble lmfao. Also I owed y’all a lil sumn before putting out these other requests and series.

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“Now tell daddy you sorry”

“Tell daddy you sorry for givin’ his pussy away” he repeated, his hips colliding into her with force as she whined pathetically, her hands pushing at his hips to keep him from going so deep. She felt defeated in this moment. Weak that not only did she let this nigga back into her house, but she let him back into HER.

Her soft eyes stared up at him, her mouth gaped open with a stupid look on her face, the golden chain he wore around his neck dangling above her, putting the girl in a trance like state with the help of his mad thrusts. One kiss to her lips and she was snapped out of it.

“Fuuuck! I hate you!”

“You do? This pussy looove me, though. Look how wet she is, baby” he says, delivering slow, deep strokes that had her mumbling incoherent words. She couldn’t even lie and say she wasn’t loving every bit of this shit. If she did, her hormones would have made it obvious that she was boldly lying through her teeth, and one thing about Stunna was that he hated a liar, especially a bad one.

Her eyes rolled back into her head and her back arched to the sky, the man getting satisfaction out of watching her try to break free from the death grip he had on her thighs. He was surely gonna leave a mark.

“now say sorry”

the logical thing for her to do was comply and do what he told her to do instead of being a brat and refusing again, and she would have said no anyway if her ass wasn’t already sore from the 10 strikings his hand gave her earlier.

“I- I’m so sorry, daddy!”

“You is?”

“Yesss!”

“This pussy mine?”

“Yes! yes! yes!” She chanted, her toes curling.

Stunna smirked. “Obviously he ain’t do a good job if you came back. You love me?”

“Yessss! Give it to me!” She cried, her nails scratching down his back as she took every single inch he gave to her. He spoke no words, just continued to do his damage, aiming for her sweet spot the entire time. The way he was fucking her, you could have sworn he hated her a little, shit, he might after tonight.

Her thighs felt like she had ran a mile, her body not getting time to calm down before another orgasm was upon her. In bliss, she was unaware of the turmoil she had set herself in just by fucking this man once again. And she’d do it again after this too.

“Shit!” He shouted, his jaw clenched as he gripped her thick thighs, bending them back to her chest. If she knew getting fucked this hard would take playing in his face, she would have been broken up with him and using somebodies son as a sex toy.

“Fuuuuck! Fuck me nigga!” she screamed before her voice became hushed, the man responding in harsh slaps to her ass.

“Imma fuck you bitch”

“Fuck meee!”

“Imma fuck you bitch”

They went back and forth till the woman’s legs began to shake violently, her pussy practically choking his dick, just how he wanted it.

“I don’t wanna see you with nobody else unless it’s the baby I put in you”

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thefallennightmare · 5 months

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Just Pretend-twelve

*gif created by me. feel free to use, simply give credit*

Parings: Noah Sebastian x Musician! Reader

Warnings/Tropes: language, angst, fluff, smut, star-crossed lovers, right person/wrong time, cheating, talks of mental abuse.

Summary: “I can wait for years, heaven knows I’m not getting over you.” A story about two star-crossed lovers, that always find their way back because their souls are entwined. The universe desperately attempts to bring them together, no matter what the cost.

Authors Note: All I will say is enjoy my loves.

Collaborating With: @thescarlettvvitch(better give her all the love as well)

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NOAH

“You wanna take, take, take. You wanna break, break, break my heart,” I rambled while pacing my room.

Fuck, do I need to add break that many times?

I rambled the sentence a few more times to see how it tasted on my tongue.

Fuck it, I shrugged. It’s good.

My fingers drummed a beat against thigh as I continued to pace the room, anything to keep my mind off of my fucking phone. “But now I know my place.”

Hi.

Who the hell says hi?

It’s been 4 minutes and 35 seconds. No-wait-4 minutes and 53 since I texted Y/N. She’ll probably leave me on read. Especially after how I was acting the last few weeks. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that one of the guys told her how I’d been drinking. Why would she want another Trey? There’s no way she’d respond. Maybe this friendship is over, even despite our feelings. Despite everything maybe it was a lost cause.

“Fuck, I need to get the verse down,” I tossed my phone onto my bed and sang the verse once again.

“You couldn’t wait, wait, wait. For the day, day, day I lost. It’s such a shame, shame, shame you couldn’t change, look what it cost.”

Why the hell did I add day that many times? You know what? I think it works but I’ll ask Jolly what he thinks. As I stood from bed, I scratched at my stomach, my shirt riding up just the slightest and I couldn’t help but think of the reason Y/N gave me my nickname.

“Because you’re the sweetest and your stomach is soft.”

“Idiot,” I grumbled while clipping my hair back away from my face.

I could use a trim.

With a sigh, I took two steps, ready to leave my phone behind on my bed, until his rang loudly and I whipped my head back so fast. My hands shook at my sides, not reaching for it yet, afraid that I might have misheard the notification. But when my phone went off another time, I nearly jumped onto my bed to grab it.

Your Amazon package is out for delivery!

Just as I was about to chuck my phone across the wall, something told me to check the message thread with Y/N one more time.

My message was the last one sent but my heart fell slightly when I saw three bubbles appear.

“Oh shit,” I muttered almost dropping my phone but kept the grip on it firm.

The bubbles disappeared only to appear a few seconds later just to disappear for a few moments too long.

The entire time, I sat on the edge of my bed as my knee bounced in a rapid pace, just as my heart did while I waited to see if she would respond.

Angel 🪽: Hi mochi.

I jumped to my feet, a loud thud echoing from how hard the force was, and I bounced on my heels trying to think of what to say.

Hey, how are you?

Nice, something short and simple. Don’t want to push her too far.

I wasn’t sure what to say, not really. I just knew I wanted her back in my life regardless of how things went. It killed me not to have even the slightest of contact. The first step is this.

Angel 🪽: can we FaceTime? only if you’re comfortable with that. There are some things I need to say and it would be better to face to face than texting.

“Fuck,” I began pacing the length of my bedroom once again, panic setting in low in my stomach. Texting her was one thing but to see her face again made my skin itch and skin tingle in the best way.

But she hurt you.

I sighed at the voice in my mind, knowing it was true, but right now it didn’t matter. We were ready to move past what happened.

Sure.

Seconds later, my phone rang, the trill of it a constant buzzing and I hesitated to answer. But I knew I had too. I was the one that set out the end of the olive branch and she was reaching for it, begging me to pull her back.

Giving myself a quick once over in the mirror of my closets, I smoothed down my hair and wiped at the imaginary dirt on my face before I clicked the green button and soon her face appeared on my screen.

Fuck, she looked ragged. The sunken eyes, the bruised smile but shit, she still looked so beautiful. With the true state I’d been in, I knew I probably didn’t look better.

“Hi,” her voice was rough but angelic.

I noticed my door was open so once that was shut, I sat down at my computer chair, leaning back slightly.

“Hey.”

“How have you been?”

My chair rocked back and forth. “Good, how about you?”

There was a long beat of silence, and I used that time to look at her surroundings. There was a large window behind her with the setting sun casting an orange glow around her.

A true fucking angel.

“Good,” she said after a long breath. “You know what, lets cut the bullshit.”

I blinked, perplexed where this conversation was headed now.

“Angel-,” I began.

But her stern eyes stared back at me when she shook her head. “No, mochi, I need to say this. Please let me say this.”

I took a deep breath, ignoring the way my heart skipped a beat when she said my nickname, and urged her on with a nod.

Her mouth moved like a fish out of water, trying to gather her words. “I hurt you. I hurt you and I’m so fucking sorry, Noah.”

I stared at her and to be honest; I wasn’t expecting that. I wasn't sure who would apologize first then I remembered I didn’t need to apologize. I wasn’t the one who left.

“It’s-.”

“No,” she cut me off. “Let me finish. I’m truly sorry. I had no right to just up and leave with no explanation.”

She abruptly stood and walked across her room before sitting on her bed now, a furry animal curled up on the pillow next to her.

Salem.

“There are so many things haunting me, Noah. As I’m sure there are things haunting you and I’m just-I’m sorry.”

I wanted to say something, anything, but I sat frozen holding the phone in front of my face while I perched my other arm behind my head. There were so many thoughts weighing heavy on my mind until finally I started small.

“I-I appreciate your apology.”

I wanted to deep deeper into this; I wanted to continue to dig and dig and dig under her skin and brain because I wanted to know more but she was holding back.

She brought Salem into her lap then set up her phone that I could see her entire body and the cat on her lap. Y/N looked beautiful in a simple hoodie and sweatpants, her hair in a disarrayed bun, strands falling into her face but didn’t care enough to brush away.

Noise outside my door took my attention away from my phone for a few seconds as I sat up straighter in my chair, eyes narrowing towards the door.

“I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

My eyes snapped back to my phone at that word; friendship.

We already established there's nothing more than being friends. It doesn’t make much sense with what we’d been through but right now, I’d take what I can get.

“I don’t want to, either,” I admitted with a sigh. “These last few weeks have been pretty rough for me and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss you, angel.”

The corner of her mouth lifted. “I missed you too, mochi. So we can both agree, fresh start?”

“I’d like that,” I smiled. “Salem?”

She beamed while holding up the cat so he could extended his body straight like a stick. “Yep. He’s settled into the move right away. You should see Malcolm with him. At first, Malcolm wouldn’t even be in the same room together but now, I catch him stealing Salem from my room so he could cuddle him.”

I chuckled at the vision of large Malcolm snuggling with a small cat on the couch.

“What about you? How are you enjoying living in Los Angeles?”

“I haven’t got out much because of the pandemic but now that the ban is lifted, I want to find an art studio or a gym. Something to get my ass out of the house.”

“You should come with me to my gym,” the words rushed out before I could stop myself. “I’ve been trying to get one of the guys to come with but they won’t.”

She raised a hesitant brow. “Are you sure? I don’t want to interject myself in something thats yours.”

“Angel, I promise you its fine.” I assured her.

“Alright, fuck it. I’m in,” she smiled. “I want to learn some taekwondo.”

I hummed. “Lucky for you, the place I go offers some great classes on Tuesdays and Fridays, we can go this week?”

It was already Wednesday so it would be a few days before we rushed into this.

“I’d like that, Noah. Thank you.”

“Y/N, the pharmacy called me because you didn’t answer. Your meds are ready for pickup.”

Chase appeared behind Y/N in the screen and when he saw me, he cursed. “Fuck, I didn’t know you were on the phone. Sup, Noah.”

I nodded. “Hey man.”

Y/N waved Chase off. “It’s fine. We can pick them up after dinner.”

“Meds? Everything alright?” I asked with slight worry.

I fully expected her to brush me off or change the subject.

“Remember when I told you that night that I deal with something every month and it’s a lot?”

I tried not to remember the aftermath of us having sex.

“Yeah,” I said.

“Well, I have to take different meds to help with it. It’s a lot to go into right now but I promise, one day.”

“Whenever you’re ready, angel,” I said with a smile, not wanting to feel like she needed to be forced to tell me what was wrong with her.

“What the fuck? I’m starving and you two are chit chatting like teenage girls who just found out the schools hot gossip.”

Malcolm appeared on screen behind Y/N and threw up the two fingered peace sign. “Sorry, Noah. We’re taking her away from you.”

I chuckled. “All good. We can talk tomorrow? I can call around 2:30?”

Y/N smiled that bright smile that pulled at the strings of my heart; the one that connected us. “I’d like that, mochi.”

With one final goodbye, I hit the red button, ending the call with a sigh. It was only a few minute long conversation but enough to ease the worry if everything would be alright.

“Shit.”

“Get your foot off of my knee, you dumbass.”

“Did they hang up? I can’t hear anything?”

What the fuck?

JOLLY

“We shouldn’t eavesdrop. It’s not our place,” I said with my hands deep in my pockets.

“Dude, were not listening to him fuck her. They’re talking since they fucked,” Orie pointed to Noah’s closed door.

“Real classy, dickhead,” Jesse smacked the back of Orie’s head.

“I’m just saying,” he raised his hands in defense. “I want to hear! Now move.”

Jesse kneeled in front of Noah’s door with Orie leaning over him, and Michale standing behind Orie.

“Why are they talking about taekwando?” Jesse wondered.

“Shut the fuck up, Jesse I can’t hear,” Michael slapped his arm.

I shook my head before temptation gave in and I kneeled next to Jesse so I could get a better listen. This was the first time Y/N and Noah would talk since that night and since there wasn’t any raised voices, I could only hope it was a civil conversation.

“Move your hair it’s in my face,” Jesse tried to push me away.

“Not my fault you’re a dwarf, man,” I shrugged then hushed him.

“I’d like that, Noah. Thank you.”

The small glimmer of hope that things would be okay intensified when I heard the softness of Y/N’s voice. I could almost imagine that eye crinkling smile she would do; the one Noah loved.

“If Noah knows we’re listening, he won’t turn the heat on for a week,” Michael reminded us.

“Shit,” Jesse cursed.

Orie pushed Michale away. “Get your foot off of my knee, you dumbass.”

“Did they hang up? I can’t hear anything?”

Suddenly, the door opened behind us but I was the only saved from falling to the floor at Noah’s feet that was covered with his favorite pair of Naurato socks; Jesse, Orie, and Michael all falling on top of each other in a heap.

“What the fuck?” Noah cursed with hands on his hips. “Were you guys listening to my conversation?”

The three of them scrambled to their feet before running down the stairs, their laughter echoing through our shared home. I watched with a small smile and shook my head before Noah glared over to me.

“Fuck you, you know what? No heat. I’m serious! Kiss my ass.” He called out after them. “It’s going to be 65 degrees all week!”

“Wasn’t my idea,” I defended with my hands held up.

Groans carried upstairs as soon as Noah turned off the heat. “Oh, come on, Noah!”

“What the fuck, man!”

A sly smirk played at his lips. “We got stock in Bad Omens hoodies; fucking wear one and don’t listen to my phone calls.”

Once Noah retreated into his room, I stared at the closed door with a proud smile. It was a drastic change in attitude from how he was just last week. Talking to Y/N brought out the playful, joking side of Noah that we all love and missed.

Maybe things were going to be alright.

“So who’s going up there to ask how it went,” Orie’s voice called out from downstairs.

NOAH

The soft, delicate, knock against my bedroom door made me take off my headphones, setting them down on my desk. Exiting out of my game and making sure TWITCH was closed out, I rose from my seat and ran a hand through my hair before I opened the door, heart falling into my stomach at the sight in front of me.

Y/N was wringing her nervous hands together, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

“Angel? What are you doing here?” I questioned while leaning an arm against the door.

“Uh, Jesse let me in. I-I needed to see you,” she hugged the jacket closer to her chest, something clearly bothering her.

My brows scrunched together, still shocked that she was standing in front of me. Just a few hours ago, we were talking on FaceTime about our gym meet up tomorrow and she said she needed to hang up because Chase and her had plans to go hiking.

“Everything alright?”

She hesitated eyes darting to my bedroom. “I need your help, Noah.”

My heart jumped into my throat as I stood straighter, unsure if I heard her correctly. “With what? Is something broken?”

“No, Noah,” Y/N’s voice dropped low before taking a step towards me, hands trailing down my chest. “I need you.”

Oh, fuck.

The passionate, high energy, tension that we feared was lost came flooding back into our veins as I yanked Y/N into the room, kicking the door shut behind her. I wrapped my hand behind her head and sparks shot through my entire existence when I pressed my lips against Y/N’s in a soul shattering, earth ending kiss. My tongue pushed past her lips almost instantly, finding hers in a fight for dominance. It explored every inch of her mouth and she moaned, nails scratching at the fabric of my shirt. With one hand wrapped around the back of her neck, the other slipped underneath her shit to graze over the soft skin of her stomach.

“Noah,” she breathed against my lips.

“Fuck, I missed you angel,” I walked her backwards towards my bed.

Her lips were swollen, lipstick smeared from the force of our kiss, and I felt all the heat rush straight to my cock when I thought of those lips stretched around me, drool leaking out of the corners of her mouth and trickling down her chin as she struggled to take all of me in.

My dick ached in pain, needing some sends of release; soon.

I helped her out of her clothes; her doing the same to me, as our lips met again. My teeth bitting down on her bottom one as she tried to pull away.

She hissed while dabbing a finger to her face. “Did-did you just bite me?”

I took in the sight of her standing in front of me in a simple black matching bra and panties set.

“Fuck, you’re going to kill me,” I hooked a finger into the strap of her bra, sliding it down over her shoulder.

The tattoo’s that littered her skin almost glowed from the neon lights in my room. Kaonashi on her arm, the large array if flowers and veins on the other arm, the one of all the Greek Gods on Mt. Olympus on her thigh, and the small design of Totoro on her ankle, the ones we got on her birthday. Aogaeru from Spirited Away on my ankle.

Turning her towards my bed, I trailed my fingers down her back to unhook her bra, letting it fall down to the floor at our feet. My lips littered soft kisses along the large snake and flower tattoo on her back as I dropped to my knees, slipping off her panties to her ankles.

“Fucking beautiful,” I praised while looking up at her.

Y/N peered down at me over her shoulder. “I could get used to you being on your knees for me.”

I turned her back to face me and left my hands on her hips. “I’ll pray to this body every night if that means you stay with me, angel.”

Her hand raked through the long locks of my hair and I let myself relax into her touch as I stared at her warm core right in front of me. The phantom taste from the last time I tasted her still lingered on my tongue.

“Noah?”

I hummed while peering up through my lashes at her.

“Stand up.”

Doing what she said, I stood to my feet and now towered over her by atleast a foot. Her nails scratched down my bare chest and I hissed in pure ecstasy. The pain making me realize this was real. She was in front of me.

I attacked her lips once again as her fingers trailed down over my stomach to the waistband of my briefs, helping me step out of them. Y/N’s eyes flashed down to my hard cock as it sprang free, beads of pre-cum spilling from the slit. I rubbed my thumb over it and groaned at how sensitive I was.

“I missed you,” Y/N pressed a kiss to the pulse point of my throat; the apple.

My head titled back to give her more access, and I gripped her hips tighter.

“Sit down,” she nodded to the edge of my bed.

Once seated, Y/N kneeled down on the floor between my legs and I shivered under her touch again as her nails raked up and down my thighs. I watched her actions from the mirror behind her, eyes drinking in the sight of her large back tattoo and the perkiness of her round ass. My cock twitched in front of her face as she gazed up at me, taking her bottom lip between her teeth.

“I’ve dreamed of the way you tasted, Noah.”

My fingers grazed over her chin, up her jaw, to the back of her head and tangled within the waves of her hair. My other hand gripped my cock as I guided the tip towards her lips.

“Open those pretty lips for me, angel.”

A guteral groan sounded from the back of my throat and I titled my head up towards the ceiling, my long hair cascading down my back. I gripped Y/N’s head with a vise grip and guided her up and down; slowly at first until I reached the resistance of the back of her throat and buried my cock deep in there.

“Shit,” I breathed when she choked on me. “Feels so good.”

I kept her there for a few more seconds before letting the grip on her head ease enough that she could start moving once again. She flattened her tongue to press underneath my shaft and when her fingers cupped my tight balls; I knew I was nearing the edge of bliss. The bottom of my spine tingled with a burning that only she could bring but not yet; I didn’t want this to be over yet.

She pulled off of my cock with a loud pop as I lifted her from the ground to kneel on my bed. I pressed my large hand over her bed so I could push her upper half down on the bed while keeping her ass up in the air. I positioned us so we could face the mirror and I trailed a finger down her spine.

“Spread your legs for me,” I ordered before laying a firm smack to her ass.

Y/N writhed with a moan but did as I asked. I guided the head of my throbbing cock up and down the wetness of her folds.

“Noah,” she whined. “Please.”

“You like that, angel?” I asked.

She moans her response, but I didn’t like that answer. With my cock poised at her entrance, I leaned over her back so my warm breath fanned over the crook of her neck.

“Use your words.”

“Yes, I like it,” she answered breathlessly.

“Good girl,” I praised before slipping into her tightness; finally.

We shared a long moan, the feeling of being connected once again being almost too much for me to take, my cock pulsating inside of her. The warmth spread over every inch of pricked skin, the sensation clawing at my insides; in the best way possible. It felt like how it did that night only better because she wasn’t going anywhere. I’d make sure she’d stay tonight.

“I’m so tense, Noah,” she writhed underneath me.

I lazily kissed her back as my hips rutted up against her. “You came back.”

I pushed her face into the mattress because of my weight on her back so she could only speak.

“Always.”

My hair spread over her back when I pressed my forehead in-between her shoulders, the sweat from her skin tasting bittersweet on my tongue. I sunk my teeth deep into her, marking her as my own and pulled my cock almost all the way out, just leaving the tip.

“Mine?”

Her answer was a mess of curses when my fingers pressed into her clit, drawing fast circles. His pussy clenched over my cock as she came undone, her arousal spreading down my thighs. I hooked my fingers in her mouth to hold her up so she could watch us in the mirror now.

“Watch as I fuck your pretty pussy,” I ordered, long hair covering my face.

Y/N did the best she could to nod with my hooks in her mouth and my pace became relentless, slamming into her so hard and fast, the noises echoed throughout my room. The burning felt warm at the base of my spine as my heart pounding widly in my chest, my own orgasm so fucking close to destroying me. She looked fucking angelic from her reflection in the mirror. Her skin soaked in the neon glows of the lights of my bedroom and I wondered if anyone could hear us through the white noise of our moans and skin slapping.

My name sounded muffled from her throat since I still had my fingers hooked inside her mouth.

“What?” I unhooked my fingers.

Y/N swallowed thickly. “I want you to fuck me against the mirror.”

Anything for you, angel.

With an arm around her stomach, I lifted her off of the bed and walked over to my mirror closet, pressing her back to it. I hooked her leg over my hip then slid deep within her walls once again, my head falling to her chest with this new angle.

“Fuck,” my teeth graze over the perky buds of her nipples, swirling my tongue over them.

“Harder,” she begged, running her hands through my hair.

She gathered it at the ends and pulled my head back to crash her lips to mine and with a few hard slams of my cock into her, Y/N came apart once again for me, screaming her release into my mouth. My back tensed as my stomach muscles contracted, and with the force of my thrusts, the closet doors shook, one of them breaking off the rolling hinge and shattering the glass directly in the middle.

“Shit,” Y/N giggled.

I paid no mind to the broken glass as I buried myself deep within her, orgasm so close to cresting over me in waves.

“Cum for me, Noah,” she nipped and sucked at the tattoo across my neck again.

Her name fell from my lips repeatedly, cock thrusting into her with every utter of it.

“I love you, Noah.”

“Noah.”

“Noah, wake-.”

“NOAH! Wake up!”

My eyes bolted open as my chest heaved with every deep breath, heart pulsating to an uneven rhythm. Sweat covered every inch of my skin as I peered down at my body, dick standing straight up underneath the sheer fabric of my blanket.

It was a dream?

Fuck, I sighed while running a hand over my face before staring directly into the eyes of the person who wasn’t in my dreams two seconds ago.

Jesse took a bite out of an apple and nodded down towards me. “I hate to ruin whatever you have going on, but it’s time to get up.”

I rubbed my eyes in exhaustion and continued to heave, trying to ease my racing heart. Fick, that felt so real I was sure I was going cum.

“Must have been some dream, you were really enjoying that,” he chuckled before taking another large bite out of his apple.

I chucked my pillow at him. “I fucking hate you.”

“No, you don’t. Now hurry the fuck up, your oatmeal is getting cold.” He chuckled. “Although, maybe you need a cool down. Take a cold shower first.”

“Fuck off,” I tossed another pillow at him.

Thirty minutes and a very ice-cold shower later, I trekked down the stairs into the kitchen where three smug smiles stared at me.

“Oh, you’re finally awake!” Orie gave me a teasing smirk.

“Yeah, he was a little occupied,” Jesse laughs.

I knocked the apple out of his hands; it clattering to the kitchen counter.

“With what now?” Jolly questioned with a mock curiosity.

“Noah had a wet dream,” Jesse informed everyone.

“Shut the fuck up,” I said through gritted teeth. “Why are you guys always in my business?”

They all share a laugh before Jolly’s calming voice brought a sense of sincerity to the conversation. “It’s not a big deal, Noah. Was it- was it about Y/N?”

I did my best to hide the way my face reddened by sticking my head in the fridge to grab the milk.

“Oh, fuck. Angel. So good.” Jesse mocked in a voice that sounded nothing like me.

“Laugh it up,” I grumbled while slamming the fridge shut, suddenly not hungry anymore.

“It’s not a big deal, Noah, considering you see her today. Are you feeling okay?” Jolly wondered.

I shrugged while stuffing my hands into my gym shorts. “Yeah why wouldn’t I?”

“Well, just becau-.”

“Look I appreciate you guys, really. And I love you for helping me. I just-I want to try to atleast get back to being friends with her. I want to move past this awkward bullshit and have her in my life again. I can’t care about the details right now.”

“We know,” Orie nodded. “We want to make sure you two are going slow this time.”

“I know, I know. We’re meeting at the gym today, be nice to just hang out and do something-healthy. Talk.” I smiled with excitement and nerves.

Jolly smile while standing to his feet. “Good, I’m glad you two are talking again. Still want to write tonight?

I nodded. “Yeah, I’ve got another track we can start.”

NOAH

Inside the gym, two minutes before our meet time, I waited by sitting in a chair my leg bounced up and down, up and down- I paced that gym floor, burnt rubber almost gave the room a scent. I was finally seeing her again, since that night. Not on the phone, not waiting for a text. Physical and beautiful form. She had come back into my life like a sudden flame, blazing and streaming into my heart. I stayed up all night contemplating the certain agony I knew would be mine if I were to lose her twice.

Movement out of the corner of my eye made me turn towards the direction of the door, her angelic form stepping into my line of sight. Immediately, thoughts of my dream earlier came flooding back, and I shifted on my feet, hoping my cock would get the memo not to get hard.

Not right now.

All the breath got knocked out of me when her bright eyes landed on me and I gave her a small, awkward wave. When I saw her last on FaceTime yesterday, her skin still looked sunken in and pale, but now she looked like all the life had been breathed back into her.

“Hi,” she smiled.

“Hey.”

“Sorry I’m late. Chase dropped me off so I only have an hour before he picks me up. Something about him and Malcolm having tickets to a movie tonight.”

I waved her off. “You’re fine, angel. I could always give you a ride back home if you need.”

She thought about it, I could tell the way her pupils dilated.

“That’s sweet of you, Noah. But Chase promised he’d buy me Greek for dinner tonight before dropping me off to my art class,” she shrugged playfully.

I wasn’t sure if that was the truth or just an excuse not to spend more alone time together. Even if our conversation was flowing, there was still that awkward tension because of the elephant in the room; the one neither of us wanted to discuss. We wanted to move past what happened, start fresh.

“Art class?”

“Yeah,” she beamed. “I’m taking some painting lessons. Just another thing I started post pandemic.”

“That’s great, angel. I’d love to see what you create,” I said.

We were silents for a few long beats, just gazing at each other, and feeling the sudden thick tension, I motioned towards the equipment behind me.

“Is there something specific you want to get started on?”

“I usually like to warm up on the treadmill,” Y/N said while adjusting the strap of her gym bag.

We walked over to a more quiet area of the gym, neither of us wanting to be noticed, and as I set my things down on an open bench, I tossed off my sweater, being left in a cut off t-shirt and black shorts, and when I noticed Y/N was still wearing her heavy sweater, I raised a brow.

“Aren’t you going to get hot in that?”

She shrugged while playing with the zipper. “I’ll be fine.”

“Angel,” I took a step towards her. “Take it off. It’s hot in here already. Don’t feel like you have to hide yourself, especially from me. Remember that?”

Considering I’ve seen it all already.

Ignoring the voice in my head, I watched as Y/N eventually nodded and shed off the extra layer, now standing in front of me in tight leggings that hugged her ass perfectly and a sports bra, showing off the toned stomach I wanted to graze my tongue over.

Focus, Noah.

For the next hour, we spent time on our own choices of machines but still within range of sight. Since we were here later on in the evening, the gym wasn't that crowded. Every so often, our gazes would find each other from across the area we were working out in; me on the weight machine, her at the treadmills. It was that invisible string that tethered our hearts together, always wanting to make sure that we never strayed to far from each other.

Now, we stood packing up our things and Y/N hissed as she tried to rub out a sore spot in her back, one she couldn’t reach.

“Mochi, do you mind helping stretching me out?”

Fuck. Me.

The nickname did wonders on my already racing heart.

“Uh, yea. Sure.”

My fingers gripped her hips as she twisted and turned, before bending over to touch her toes while one hand began rubbing out the tense knots in her back.

“Oh, thank you, Noah. I’ve been so tense back there lately.”

“I’m so tense, Noah,” she writhed underneath me.

Images of her underneath me, cock slamming into her, made my cock twitch with the need to be touched. And with how close Y/N was to me as she stood straight, I knew if she took the slightest step back, my cock would brush against her ass.

Fuck, this wasn’t going to be easy.

NOAH

I all but busted through the front door, gripping my gym bag so tight my knuckles had gone white. Shortly after helping stretch out Y/N, Chase arrived to pick her up. We decided we would meet every Friday around 1o am for the taekwando classes. Ever since my dream this morning and now what happened at the gym, my cock was throbbing almost in pain, begging for release.

“How did your workout go?”

“Went great,” I tossed towards Jesse who sat with Harper in his lap on the couch.

“Just great? I mean that’s it?”

With a sigh, I stopped halfway up the stairs. “Yeah we talked, we- we’re good. I’m gonna take a shower and I’ll be down soon.”

Finally in the solitude of the bathroom, I stared at myself in the mirror. Sweat covered every inch of me again and I tensed, my whole face red and contorted. Y/N in that outfit haunted my mind since the second I saw her. I see the way she moved during her workout, her panting, the sweat dripping off her skin.

Then thoughts of our night together overtook me and I gripped the bathroom counter to steady myself. It was impossibly hard to forget.

“Fuck,” I groaned feeling the blood rushing to every organ in my body.

I turned the shower on, letting the steam gather and levitate around the room.

Hades doesn't have shit on me.

The steam almost makes me glow as I continued to stand there, staring at myself in the mirror for a few more seconds before stripping out of my gym clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor.

My body was wet, soaked from the steam and sweat alone, as my chest heaved with every deep breath I took. Flashes of Y/N still overtaking my mind. Once finally under the spray of the water, I couldn’t take it anymore; my cock couldn't take it anymore. It was thick, red, and angry from the prolonged release and I brushed my thumb over the head, smearing the pre-cum from tip to base. With one hand on the wall and the other wrapped tightly around my cock, I stroked myself fast, not wanting to drag this out any longer.

“I miss the way you say my name, angel,�� I panted.

I hear her say my name over and over. Memories flash from the beginning, her smile, her body, the way she was mounted on top of me. Oh gods, I see it and her mouth in an O shape as she came undone on my cock; in the dream and real life.

My head tilted back towards the water and I had to open my mouth, letting the water deep throat me, to muffle my sounds. The noises, the voice that was her in my head. It was so hard to just pretend what it’s like when I tasted the real thing before.

“God, I want to fuck you again. So bad.”

My deep, guttural groan echoed through the confines of the bathroom as my hips stilled, my release finally spilling into my hand.

NOAH

I sat on the edge of my bed, towel wrapped loosely around my hips, and the pen scratching widely on the paper in my lap. My head snapped up to the mirror in front of me, hair soaked with the water from my shower as droplets fell onto the pages in my lap and smearing some of the ink. But I didn’t care; I would always remember these words.

The perfect mirror. The one that didn’t have a crack running along it; reminding me that earlier today was a dream. I laughed a breathy laugh, grinning ear to ear while shaking my head. I fell into deep thought. Maybe I was in delirium, could have been the orgasm, could have been seeing Y/N again. Most likely both.

“Loves the death of peace of mind,” I muttered and proceeded writing the chorus of what I knew was true.

“You’re in the walls that I made with crosses and frames hanging upside down. For granted, in vain, I took everything I ever cared about.”

Shit, this was good.

Quickly standing to my feet, I threw on some clothes but before I left the room; I snapped a few selfies, then snatched the pad of paper to run down the stairs.

“Where’s the fire?” Nicholas chuckled.

Thankfully, everyone I needed was already in the living room; Jolly, Nicholas, and Folio.

I tossed the pad of paper on the table in front of them. “New song.”

The three shared a look before they leaned forward to read what I wrote.

“The way you fuck, the way you taste? For fuck's sake, Noah. I don’t want to know that shit,” Nicholas rolled his eyes.

I shrugged while bouncing on the soles of my feet with excitement. “Then plug your ears, man. Doesn't matter to me.”

Jolly was the one who spoke next. “The way you bend? The way you break? Fuck, what the hell happened in that hotel room?”

I smile the smallest of smiles. “All I’ll say is I was Mount Olympus.”

The three of them share yet another look before Folio shakes his head. “Didn’t need the image, bro.”

#noah sebastian #noah sebastian and reader #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian reader insert #noah sebastian smut #enemies to lovers #right person wrong time #starcrossed lovers

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moonshynecybin · 7 days

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In the teenage mom Marc au, how hard does Vale need to stay still and breathe through his nose when the first time known baby magnet dovi enters the picture. The babysitter list as you said suddenly includes dovi. Vale post breakup so used to seeing the baby with Julia/roser/alex or santi only, nearly has an aneurysm when it's Dovi chucking a squealing toddler into the air. She still lights up for Vale but she also lights up for Dovi. Does not consider that Marc sitting off to the side laughing along clicking pictures might be the other half of the reason for the heartburn.

It's a different kind of hurt to when Vale saw Jorge play around with the kid (she was firmly being held by Dani because Jorge is not on the list) and gets a reality check of the baby is going to grow up know more people love more people, people that are not Vale, one day she might not even recognise vale in the crowd

Oooh is Uccio specifically told not to stop the child from heading over to Vale or is there an incident where she is turned away which NOW marc is truly done with Vale

LOVE this question. because a few days ago i was answering asks about their handshake heard round the world at argentina 2019 and i was like ummm why would vale do that and then immediately reverse course. for why. for what. and THEN i saw dovi also on the podium and i was like lmaooooo okay. jealous.

not just in an rpf way (although. please.) it’s like. vale is a person who is very aware of how a rivalry can get mythologized into a rider’s mythos. he himself is very CAREFUL and DELIBERATE about who he names as his rivals and how he manages perceptions surrounding them (he’s on good terms with them! keeps their helmets in his museum etc) and he’s kept marc pretty deliberately out of this narrative as an evil little punishment for marc’s whole deal.

BUT ! lmao. if we look at marc’s major rivals on track, there’s two major entries: vale and dovi. later fabio but post injury is a dif ballgame. and dovi is frankly better at fighting marc than vale is! so i think he sees the narrative of marc’s star getting tied to dovi and chafes a little (he is MYYYY FATED RIVAL. i am the only one who can actually challenge him as he is the best and i am the best. type shit) and then he decides wellllll what if i make this weekend about MEEE and himmmm and shakes marc’s goddamn hand lmao.

so. to actually answer your ask. if he sees marc like. having a NONtoxic homoerotic rivalry with someone he’s gonna chafe. if he sees that IN ADDITION to dovi being on the baby marquez’s (she’s. 6 in 2017 and he STILL somewhat psychotically considers her basically his own. #deadbeatstepdad) babysitter list he’s gonna lose it lmao. MAJOR kick in the pants. like marc literally hands her off to dovi in parc ferme like it’s nothing and vale’s smile FREEZES. double take. chest seizes. thank god he has sunglasses on. because usually she’s pulling over to himmmm (but she LIKES DOVI. and marc had been racing DOVI those last few turns. not vale…) and she’s NOTTTTT. dovi cracks a sleepy little deadpan joke and marc full body laughs and her little kid hands are tugging at dovi’s cap and for the SECOND TIME IN HIS LIFE vale sees this kid and is like haha. i’m in dangerrrrr. motogp instagram posts a cute pic of baby marquez with dovi on instagram (usually it is VALE or MARC in those!!! fuck !!) captioned like “looks like someone has a new babysitter!” and vale genuinely has to have a white knuckle moment staring into the mirror. goes to bother honda hospitality in incognito mode the next day because truly. that is his DAUGHTERRRRR. cold anxiety swimming around in his stomach nonchalant smile plastered on realizing that like. if he wants an actual place in her life he’s gonna have to ask 4 it. she sees him and. LIGHTS up. marc gives him a tense affectionate smile… still wary…. he still ALWAYS lets him see her though…

and that’s ALSO how vale cottons on to the marc of it all. because he’s turning it over in his mind like he’s trying to crack the zodiac killer case and eventually there’s no running from it and he’s like. um. i think the driving force of this is that i want to have a family with marc. and i love that little girl. and i miss him. and then. well he has to convince marc that he’s gonna stick around.

#everyone in the paddock being like marc is annoying. LOVE his baby tho. is so funny lmao.#uncle daniiiii #the dovi jealousy is so interesting because at no point will he ever admit to it. crucially.#motogp #callie speaks #asks #rosquez

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geordikisser · 3 months

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jealous!redacted boys | suggestive

characters: david, milo, asher & sam :p

☆ a/n: any porter missers? miss porter. this was an excuse to write abt porter but might as well spoil my milo & david mooties who follow meee >_O!! part 2 later :33 ☆

context: someone is tryna spit some sweet shit to you as he steps away

david:

- david will never hesitate to let it be shown when he is feeling a type of way about someone who’s interacting with you. it’s in his blood to devote loyalty & possessiveness upon things he claims as his

- whether it’s intentional, it’ll show when he is feeling upset at someone who’s seemingly putting moves on you

- “is everything alright.” in the scariest voice you’ve ever heard from him

- david is a direct man but that directness doesn’t mean he’s directed in the right direction sometimes,, he isn’t to good with social cues with you. he’s stupid with love. smart with most! but love? eeeerm.

- he has a history with that too,, looks at jealous tsundere bf confronts you.

- he will become very touchy/clingy with you once he begins reading signs he doesn’t like. to hand holding or even thigh holding. he’ll rub your thigh with his finger gently or hold you closely by the waist and play with the bottom of your shirt. actions speak louder than words! i guess

- “clearly social cues aren’t your strong suit. fuck off, they aren’t interested.” as blunt as he’ll put it, in that same tone. he isn’t loud or aggressive. just direct and stern, he doesn’t want to cause a scene.

- after you two left from hanging out, david felt the urge to meet your lips with his as he dragged you in the house practically. you chuckle in between kisses as you put your hands on david’s chest. “you’re mine, you know that right, angel?” he asked in a low husky tone. you nod as you caress his cheek. “i love knowing you’re mine.” he growls lowly, his breath hitching as he said that.

milo:

- unlike david, he isn’t quiet. he’s loud about how he feels with you & other people who try to spit some shit with you

- “yo, who’s this?” mentality

- he will glare and give nasty looks from afar. until he realizes the whole shtick going on with you. he will make his entrance very grand and big,,

- “hey sweetheart!” he pulls you in and kisses you everywhere he can within public. “how’s my sweetheart?— oh? who’s this?” he’s petty with it i just know it

- if the punk doesn’t get the hint milo will get real serious. he will puff out his big boy chest and rip that person tryna hit on you to shreds. he’ll even bare his teeth a bit too ngl, he isn’t scared

- “listen here, punk. your little act for my sweetheart isn’t cute. quite frankly, you could use some tips. good thing i’m not a teacher. though, i could teach you some manners if you’d like. no means no, now scram.” in a low tone but if anyone walked by, they could hear.

- milo isn’t bashful, he knows what’s his and wants to keep it that way. he doesn’t need small hints and signs to show what’s his, he will scream it to the roof tops lmao. he’s a blunt and bold dude, no hesitation w him

asher:

- asher’s dumb. he has 0 tone reading skills & doesn’t understand most things. he won’t catch on until it gets physical or you show visible discomfort.

- he is more polite compared to his other friends. he’s a sweet boy, has 0 bad bones inside him. he’ll tell the punk to go off somewhere or tell them you’re taken to actually avoid conflict

- asher, despite his loud & unruly nature, prefers peace over violence such as that. he hates conflict, he isn’t a aggressive person at heart!! doesn’t mean he’s afraid to be aggressive he won’t hesitate to be violent, especially if it’s over you? he’s a extremely protective person.

- “hey, i know your intentions are pure but they’re taken! they have a boyfriend.” & whatever the other person has to say he’ll shut it down immediately, he doesn’t care for what they have to say. positive or negative, he doesn’t care.

- if the person persists (which they do most of the time due to asher’s kind personality ) he will get nasty about it. not crazy like milo or quiet like david, in between.

- “if i need to remind you again i will trust me! i ain’t scared of you.” he’ll be laughing as he says this, he’s to unserious,,

sam:

- sam is also very possessive. he know you can handle yourself but sometimes that side of him makes him want to handle that. he lives in a general dominant nature, sexual or not.

- sam will try to remain calm & trust you can handle it on your own, he is similar to david, doesn’t wish to make a big scene but he isn’t afraid to cause one. he can just teleport away if it gets overwhelming

- he will have similar mannerisms to milo, he will come in being touchy a bit and just glare at the person. his eyes will read a very distasteful message hoping the punk would take their leave understanding your disinterest.

- if not, he isn’t afraid of course to speak up

- “unless you got places to be tomorrow, i’d pick up the pace and swing on out of here.” in a low tone, his accent gets heavier the angrier he gets and the lower his voice is

- he would be very forward about it, he hates beating around the bush. these sort of interactions are quick and direct, he has an intimidating aura about him that make alot of humans turn away, that stomach churning feeling

- “i bet you had that handled sure.” he rolls his eyes as he peppers your neck in kisses. “you’re strong, i know.” he sighs as he nuzzles into the your neck. “but i love defending what’s mine.” he bares his lovable shit eating grin to you as you roll your eyes in response.

#redacted asmr #redacted asher #redacted david #redacted babe #redacted milo #redacted sam #redacted angel #redacted sweetheart #redacted darlin #redacted headcanons

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spookykoolkat · 8 months

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i'm nineteen years old :p goth metalhead :3

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you're just so sweet ⁂

✰ coming back into town for your mother's birthday wasn't difficult. it was figuring out how to be around their long time friend, eddie, without feeling that familiar throb between your legs.

you're just so sweet | 2 ⁂

✰ of course he wouldn't speak to you. he was a much older man, and you were just a naïve little girl who pushed her luck. didn't you listen to every song about daddy issues ever?

always mine, forever ⁂

✰ having your friend group spend the night at your place to watch movies was supposed to be fun! so why was your heart racing at the thought of eddie being merely feet away while you slept in your bed?

your brother's rocker friend ⁂ request

✰ dustin was always a little shit, but he was YOUR little shit. along with your nerdy brother, came along his not so nerdy, older friends. one in particular that drooled over everything you did.

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taped ⁂ 🎃

✰ eddie needed a way to keep you with him forever, what's a better way than to document it on camera?

looking for a good time? ⁂ 🎃

✰ eddie was always up for trying new things. he just didn't think someone who he couldn't even see would make him feel the way he did.

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daddyy333 · 7 months

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Secret’s out | Chris Sturniolo x y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

word count: 1.7k

warnings: reader is drunk, reader is hungover, reader throws up, reader cries, ?

summary: you accidentally reveal you and Chris’s relationship to the public

You giggled as you walked out of the bar, drunk off your ass. You never drank much, and then when you started dating your completely sober boyfriend Chris you drank even less because it felt like the right thing to do in your opinion. He told you he didn’t care as long as you let him know and that you told him who you were with and that there was a designated driver.

Tonight, you convinced your designated driver to have a few too many shots and ended up drunkenly texting your boyfriend “Git Jen drunj. Pick ud up!’?” You couldn’t really see straight but you were pretty sure you got it right (Chris barely understood what you had typed).

10 minutes later he was outside of the bar, a sleepy but content Matt in the driver's seat park a little far away because the bar parking was packed. You’d feel terrible in the morning finding out you made him drive unnecessarily this late but he’d rather get you home safe than leave you to get home on your own.

“Hey, y/n” he said as you stumbled out, a drunken smile on your face as you looked at him with heart eyes. “No princess? I’m not your gorgeous girl anymore?” You slurred, tears filling your eyes. “Y/n, we’re in public” he said softly, brushing your hair back.

You sighed and said “it’s okay! It’s night time! People are sleepy!” You groaned and grabbed his face, kissing him softly. He initially wanted to cringe at the taste of vodka on your tongue but then you started to caress and squeeze his neck and he melted.

“Mm- mm mm shit- babe! Come on” he said and pulled you away from his face. You looked up at him with a pout, your eyes glassy. You sniffled and said “you don’t…you don’t looove me?” “No, baby I love you so much, I do. Let’s just get home” he said and you continued to pout.

“You don’t love me…” you said, looking down and folding your arms. He sighed and said “my gorgeous girl-” “no don’t call me t- that. Y-You won’t kiss meee in public” you said through hiccups. He cupped your cheeks and lifted your head up.

You looked up at him and he pecked your lips quickly and you smiled. He smiled too and said “let me pick you up. The car is a far walk away” You yawned and he scooped you up, walking down the street to take you to the car.

You kept kissing him but he wasn’t super anxious about it because it was so late he thought it wasn’t possible anyone would catch you two. He put you in the car and you slept with your head on Nick’s lap, snoring a little which made Chris unable to keep his eyes off you.

Nick rolled his eyes and said “this is so disgusting” “shhh! You’ll wake her up” he said, reaching over to stroke your cheek. You smiled a little, a sleepy whimper coming out as you curled up even more. He blushed and Nick sighed, making Matt giggle.

You got home and clung onto him the whole time, making him carry you all over the house as you giggled into his neck and kissed all over his face. He sat you down on the counter and wiped off your makeup and gave you some medicine to hopefully help when you wake up with a hangover.

When he finally got you in bed, you fell asleep almost immediately, cuddling into him once he got in bed too. He kissed your head, rubbing your warm back and listening to you mumble in your sleep, blushing when you said his name.

When you woke up you were really nauseous, and Chris was already downstairs making breakfast. You cringed even more at the smell and said “baby?” as you rubbed your eyes and yawned.

He turned around and smiled at how cute you looked with your puffy little lips and messy hair. “Hey,” he said, kissing your cheek. You groaned, hugging him tight. He picked you up and said “you feeling sick?”

“Yea” you said, sighing softly. He set you down on the counter next to him and you said “what are you making?” “Just eggs and toast” he said and you smiled. He handed you more medicine and you kissed him as a thank you.

“Gross!” Nick said, coming downstairs. You blushed and said “shut up, loser” Nick scoffed and threw a sock at you. Chris covered you and said “hey, stop” You nearly swooned, Chris was so ridiculously protective and it genuinely made you melt. He was standing up to his own brother who threw a tiny little sock at your leg of all places simply because he didn’t want anything bothering you.

Matt came downstairs and dapped you up, groaning when you ruffled his hair up. Chris gave you breakfast and stood between your legs as you fed him half of your breakfast, even though he kept trying to make you eat.

“Guys? Have you checked your phones?” Nick said and you shook your head. Chris grabbed his phone and opened it checking Instagram, assuming maybe there was some new update “I don’t understand, nothings different” he said and Nick showed him a tiktok.

Your stomach dropped, you could see the two of you outside of that bar last night and then you started kissing on him and practically hanging off of him and then you watched your pouting and then he picked you up and you two kept kissing and just kept on fucking kissing.

You jumped off the counter, running up to his bedroom. You locked the door behind you, breathy and strained whimpers leaning your mouth. You knew you’d fucking do this. You’d fuck up and ruin everything and expose your relationship before Chris wanted to.

Your chest felt so tight, you could barely fight the tears because of how upset you were with yourself. “Baby! Baby, hey it’s okay. I’m not upset, can you please open the door” he said and you sighed shakily. You felt so nauseous now, you ran to the toilet and threw up.

The stress combined with your hangover didn’t mix well, and you felt like crap. Chris managed to jiggle the cheap lock open, and ran to your side in his bathroom. “My love, hey, hey it’s okay breathe” he said and rubbed your back, holding your hair.

You groaned and coughed a few times, your entire body shaking as you tried to push him away. “Stop it,” you whined, you didn’t want to see him because you didn’t want him to be mad at you or break up with you.

“No, you stop. I’m here, I’m not going anywhere” he said and you shook your head, sighing as you flushed the toilet. You stood up and brushed your teeth, your entire body vibrating.

“Honey, why are you shaking? Everything is gonna be fine” he said and you just ignored him, you didn’t want to talk about it and you were so sick of him always pretending that he’s not mad at you. He’s never once gotten upset with you and you just can’t stand it. Why is he so calm around you?

You tried to leave the bathroom but he stopped you, picking you up and placing you on the counter. “I’m not upset wit-” he said and you rolled your eyes, trying to get off the counter and away from him. He scoffed and said “Y/n, what the hell? Stop fighting me”

“No, you always do this! Every time I fuck up or something you just talk to me and that’s it you never yell at me or get angry you’ve never even breathed differently when I did something wrong, and this is as bad as it fucking gets. Why can’t you just get mad at me and why the hell are you still with me?!?” You yelled, your vision was so blurry and you almost couldn’t hear or something, and holy crap your mouth was dry.

“Y/n, hey, hey look at me,” he said and you locked eyes with him, looking around his face frantically and trying to blink away the blurriness. He gently grabbed your hands and breathed with you, talking to you so softly and bringing your mind back from the panicked state.

He’s weirdly grateful that growing up with Matt taught him how to also help you when you had moments of anxiety or even attacks like this one. He was holding you now, and you weren’t fighting him, which told him you’d given up.

“I don’t get mad at you because I don’t like to see you upset or sad and I don’t want to make you sad either, I think it’d kill me. I love you too much to want to be angry. Yelling and screaming isn’t healthy, either, you know? At least not every time you make a mistake. I understand when you do it it’s because you can’t help it and need to let it out. You don’t get mad at me nearly as often as you think, by the way” he said and you shook your head.

You sobbed and said “this is really bad…” “then so be it, my love. I don’t care who knows. At least I can kiss you in public now and touch your butt whenever I want” he said and you giggled, looking up at him.

“I’m sorry,” you said, more tears streaming down your face. He wiped them away and said “don’t be sorry. You didn’t know what you were doing, plus you were too cute for me stop you so it’s also my fault” you rolled your eyes and Matt and Nick popped into the room.

“Hey…” Matt said awkwardly. They got overly worried and couldn’t help but creep up to check on you two. Based on the fact that the door was opened the assumed things were decent. Chris looked over and said “it’s…it’s fine. We’ll deal with it. I’m not gonna let something so stupid make us so upset”

You sniffled and buried your head into his chest, the embarrassment of knowing everyone can see a video of you hanging off of Chris and kissing all over him like some clingy teenage girl hitting you like a truck. Nick chuckled at you and you flipped him off.

“Now you guys can kiss whenever. My life is ruined” he said and you giggled again. You played with his hands nervously and shoved Nick playfully. You stuck your tongue out and Chris shook his head as you said “you’re just jealous!” “Alright, babe, real mature” he said and kissed your head.

As of now l'm writing for

Eddie Munson

Lo’ak

Neteyam

Sebastian Stan

Bucky Barnes

CW!Bucky Barnes

Chris Evans

Geralt of Rivia

Henry Cavill

Chris Sturniolo

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sweetnsour1 · 10 months

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10:19

Fluff, x g/n reader (feat. Bakugou & Kaminari)

You blinked back at the sunlight cutting across the patio, slowly seeing more of a silhouette talking to Bakugou. You elbowed him in the side until he nodded as if you’d spoken.

“Oh. Just Kaminari.”

“Just? What kinda’ intro is that.” The blue shades slid back into his hair, showing off the creases around his eyes when his smile widened at you.

“Hel-“

“Sorry, but you are so pretty.” You paused at the interruption, tilting your head to take in his expression and features.

“Oh? Thanks. You’re pretty too.” You turned back to the man beside you. “Gonna grab a drink. See you guys inside?”

“Um…dude?”

“Hmm?”

“Did they just shoot me down or?”

“Don’t know. Don’t care.”

You heard the scraping of a chair as you wandered into the building. The air was much cooler than the summer you’d left on the other side of glass. Yet the bakery atmosphere was thick with cinnamon, meeting you with a different sort of warmth. You jumped as a hand wound around your waist. You relaxed into it as you saw the pink skin tone.

“Mina, I almost smacked the shit out of you.”

“Um, you should smack people who grab you.”

The guys caught up as you wriggled loose of your friend’s grip. She squealed just as you broke free.

“I love your earrings!” Your hand flew up to your ears, curious which ones you’d put on earlier. You found the cool surface of clay polymer and laughed.

“Thanks, they’re my new favorites.”

“Mmm, I like ‘em too. Didn’t even notice them at first. Only saw that beautiful face.” You turned your smile to Kaminari as he fell into the seat beside Mina.

“I’ll have to let the guy know he should work harder at the earrings if my face is stealing the attention.” Your eyes darted to the table, seeing she had already started breakfast without you. “I’m gonna grab a coffee. You good?” Mina took a large bite of the muffin she’d been working on and waved you off in the direction of the counter.

“The fuck keeps happening?”

“What? If you spilled on my fur again, I’m covering you in acid.”

“They-dude, I don’t even have anything. What would I spill? Wait… wasn’t I annoyed about something other than you?” You caught the sound of a soft slap. “Ow.”

You took your time looking through the display case and menu, letting their bickering float around you. Mina seemed to have countless faux brothers she bantered with like this.

“Oh, so am I broken or are theyyy?” The blonde’s voice morphed into a whine…very younger brother of him. “I mean, NO reaction? I’m not that fuckin’ low on the hero charts, what’s the deal?”

“Hmm. Maybe they don’t like blondes…or idiots.”

“Shut your-“

You turned just in time to see a pink finger flick a forehead. You sipped at your drink, hovering near the chair they’d left open for you once you reached the table.

“They don’t have a problem with blondes.” You smiled at the way Bakugou chimed in without looking up from his phone. He always seemed to be actively listening to his friends no matter what he was pretending to be more focused on.

“Sorry, kami…they just don’t like you then.”

Bakugou finally looked up at you when you still hadn’t settled into the seat beside him. You shook your drink at him, rattling the ice.

“This is really good. Sure you didn’t want one? It’s a new spiced one.”

“What about meee?” You laughed. The whine still hadn’t left Kaminari’s tone. He really was giving off younger sibling energy.

“Spiced? You seem like you prefer the sugary stuff.”

“You’re so sweet I could skip the sugar.” You hummed, processing the information.

“So you want me to get you a spiced one?”

His mouth fell open. “What? No, I-“ You sat down, watching his desperate gaze fly from a laughing Mina to a smirking Bakugou. “What…is…happening…to me?”

“They’re just not great with that.” You furrowed your brows as a pink hand gave unsolicited head pats, tugging your head away from her reach after she got a couple taps in.

“What does that EVEN mean?”

Someone grabbed your drink from your loosened grip as you swatted at the pink attack that was never ending.

“They didn’t even realize we were dating for a few weeks.” Bakugou took a long sip from your drink. “That is good.”

“Hey! I said I’d get you your own.” You yanked it back, frowning at the new level halfway down the ice. “What’re you guys talkin’ about anyway?”

“How pretty you are.” You rolled your eyes, shoving him out of his chair.

“Haha. Very funny. Go buy me another one of these, you monster.”

“Sure thing, beautiful.” You smacked his hand away as it pinched at your heated cheek. You saw Kaminari’s mouth was open.

“What…is…HAPPENING?” You laughed as Mina pet him like a dog.

“There there.”

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Just some mindless bakusquad I guess?//might edit later

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jackharloww · 1 year

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I need a concept about this 😜

“Bless you”

You and Jack had been cleaning out the spare room, getting ready for the new baby. The room had been empty for a while, and you had been meaning to clean it. Grace was having her snack time in the living room, watching television. "Can you give me the vacuum cleaner?" You asked Jack as you put some stuff away in a box.

"I'll do it" he said and grabbed the vacuum cleaner, and started cleaning. After a few seconds, he let out three sneezes right after each other.

“oh my goodness! Bless you, baby!” You looked at him "you alright?" you asked him.

"Thanks, yeah, this room is just covered in dust. Shit" he rubbed his nose.

"You've got your medicine?" You knew how bad his allergies could get. He shook his head and sighed.

"I don't know. I don't think so" he shrugged and returned back to cleaning. You minded your own business and looked through a drawer of stuff to see what to keep and what to throw away while Jack continued to sneeze and mutter behind you. After a few sneezes he let out a big sigh and turned off the vacuum cleaner.

“So you’re not even gonna say bless you? Woooow, okay, Now I know.” he stared at you and nodded.

"What? I already said it" You looked at him like he was crazy. Just then he let out another big sneeze.

"I can't do this anymore," he exclaimed and put the vacuum cleaner away as you let out a big laugh.

"It's not funny," he mumbled and walked out of the room. You couldn't help but keep giggling and followed him out. Jack walked and sat down on the sofa next to Grace. He rubbed his nose multiple times before sneezing once again, making Grace look at him "Bless you, dada".

"Thank you baby" he smiled at her before looking at you "at least someone says it". You rolled your eyes at him "You only get one from me" you commented and walked to the kitchen.

"No don't mind me, practically dying over here" He said out loud.

"Oh my god, I'm looking for your medicine," you exclaimed as you looked through the medicine cabinet, and to your relief, you found them. You walked back to the living room and handed him the medicine and a glass of water.

You sat down next to him and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. "Thank you," he mumbled, clearly congested. You leaned back, and he followed your lead, putting his head on your shoulder and snuggling up to your side. It looked like the cleaning had to wait for now.

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moni-logues · 1 year

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The Comeback

Pairing: Jimin x reader

Genre: exes-to-????, angst, little bit of smut, non-idol!au, dancer?Jimin

Word count: 7.2k

Content: protected sex; clit stim; brief mention of surgery; Jimin has a scar; a couple of brief, throwaway comments/thoughts about suicide; no actual infidelity but potential, almost infidelity

Summary: Jimin hasn’t seen you since you left him, broken-hearted, to go and follow your dream in LA. That was two years ago. Now, it’s NYE, you’re at Taehyung’s party and his new, almost, sort of girlfriend is not.

A/N: happy first original post of the new blog to me!!! And a big thank you to Jess 💖 @btsgotjams27 💖 for co-writing this with meee!! Make sure you read her sister fic, Keeping Up Appearances!!

“Fuck, Jimin, yes. Ugh, that feels so good.”

Jimin huffed behind her, generous chunks of flesh gripped tight in his hands, bottom lip bitten hard between his teeth. He tried to focus on her: the warmth of her wet pussy, clenching around him; her soft, supple skin in his hands; the sound of her voice, her mewling little exclamations as he pounded into her. She was right: it did feel so good. But his head wasn’t in it. He was struggling to get himself there; he could feel it, just out of reach, tantalisingly close and not getting any closer.

“Shit,” he whispered, his eyes having alighted on the clock. He had sworn another round wouldn’t make her miss her train; he had promised.

“You ok?”

“Yeah, baby. Fuck yeah. You got another one in you?”

He moved his hand underneath her, fingers pressing down on her clit, rubbing slowly and then faster.

“Jimin.”

He grinned to himself, pleased with how easy she was to work up; she was quivering around his cock, her fists clutching tight at the bedsheets, her little exclamations getting louder and longer. He had hoped it would distract her from his own distinct lack of proximity to orgasm, but he then realised that if he still couldn’t come with the way she was squeezing him tight, walls undulating and spasming against him, she really would know something was wrong.

In a panic, he searched all the recesses of his mind for something, anything, that might speed the process along. He searched them all, even that one, that heavily-guarded alcove with memories kept under lock and key.

And there you were. Lying on your back, naked as the day you were born, floating on the surface of the lake. You had your eyes closed, luxuriating in the heat of the sun – it was still early, but the summer was a scorcher. The warmth of the surrounding land let little breezes flutter over you, breaking the glassy surface of the water into a hundred thousand diamonds. Your brilliance was almost blinding. Jimin stared, unable to take his eyes off you. He was stirred at the sight of your bare body: your nipples pert and hard from the cold water, the smooth expanse of your torso, the dark thatch of hair at the crux of your thighs. He was stirred but he was also moved by you, this vision of you. He hadn’t intended to stare. He didn’t know anyone else was up. He had just wanted to sit and drink his first coffee of the day, looking out onto the lake. For half a second when he first spotted you, he was going to turn back inside, preserve your modesty, but then that half-second passed and he couldn’t tear his eyes away.

You looked so at peace: a tiny, beatific smile on your face as your hair fanned out behind you, as you leisurely kicked first one leg and then the other. As much as he wanted you – and he wanted you badly – there wasn’t anything that could have compelled him at that moment to disturb your revery. He just wanted to watch you. Then you opened your eyes and turned your head just slightly, looking right at him. Your glance struck him like lightning and

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Jimin groaned as he came, more suddenly than he had expected, his fingers still thrumming on her clit, her cunt still clutching him tight. Blessed relief washed over him as he realised he’d got away with it; she needn’t suspect a thing.

She flopped into the mattress as he climbed backwards off the bed, depositing the condom in the bin before making his way back to her. He lay down and tucked her hair behind her ear.

“Jesus, I thought you were never going to come!” she exclaimed with a laugh.

Jimin could only laugh back – so did he.

“I think that’s probably the first time I’ve ever been chastised for not being quick!”

“Yeah, well you’ve made me fucking late, haven’t you?”

She flicked him on the chest, gave him a quick kiss, and got out of bed, rushing into her clothes with a harried glance at the clock.

“If I miss my train, I’m coming straight back here to kill you.”

Jimin laughed again and stretched before settling down under the covers.

“I will accept my fate. Now go on, get going! You don’t want to have to run all the way there!”

She glared at him, silly and playful, and stole a final kiss before turning to leave.

“Charlie,” Jimin called when she reached the doorway.

“Yeah?”

“Happy new year. For later.”

“Happy new year for later to you, too. I’ll call you.”

Jimin nodded and she left the room and his apartment.

He felt sick. For many reasons. Though, really, you were at the heart of them all. He thought of Charlie, her warmth still lingering on the bed next to him. He liked her. He really liked her. She was fun and sweet and so flexible. And she liked him. He was sad that she would be spending new year with her family upstate; he wanted her to come to the party. He was enjoying her company a lot. They hadn’t made anything official yet but it seemed like more of a technicality than anything else; he wasn’t seeing other people and had no intentions of doing so. He knew she wasn’t either.

It had all been so simple. Boy meets girl. Boy asks girl out on a date. And then another and another and there they were, a couple of months later on the precipice of a real relationship.

And then there was you. His face flushed hot with shame. He felt angry with himself for thinking of you and guilty for doing it while he was fucking Charlie. He felt even guiltier that that one image of you was all it took; there he was, fucking a real-life woman, his real-life almost girlfriend, and what pushed him over the edge? Not her. You. The vision of you, before he’d ever even touched you, ever even kissed you: accidentally stumbling across you and being irretrievably gripped by the knowledge that he had to have you. Which he did. For a time.

KTH: hey man, just so you know, y/n will be at the party tomorrow. wanted to give you a heads up.

Jimin had read the message what felt like a thousand times since it had come in the night before. He kept unlocking his phone to look at it again to make sure it really said that. You were coming. You would be there. In the same room as him. For the first time in almost two years. For the first time since the last time. Since you left him.

He had done so well. He hadn’t thought about you for weeks, months even. He had blocked you on every social media platform he had. He had got over you. Finally. Finally. And he was proud of that. Because you had destroyed him. Your leaving had reduced him to a shell of his former self. He didn’t get out of bed for a week. It was four before he left the apartment. It was almost eight months before he went on a date and he had come home from that and cried as if the break-up had been yesterday.

He had thought you were it. He knew you were both still young, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be serious; that didn’t mean that you weren’t endgame. He had thought you were. He had thought it would be the two of you against the world, both chasing unlikely dreams in a city much bigger than you. He had fantasised about it all so clearly. Where you would live together, where you’d move to when you both got more successful and started earning more money, whether or not you’d move upstate or even out of state completely when you got married and decided to have kids. Because it was ‘when’ to Jimin, not ‘if’. There was no question in his mind. He’d put it all on red. On you.

And then you left him.

The worst part was that he couldn’t really blame you. He understood. It was an opportunity you couldn’t pass up. It was your dream. He wanted you to have it. He had done the same; that’s why he didn’t follow you out there. You both had dreams to chase and that they ripped you apart was the catch. You both took the deal.

KTH: you’re still gonna come, right?

Jimin sighed and tapped out his reply.

PJM: yeah I'll be there

KTH: Charlie too?

PJM: I told you, she’s with her family upstate

KTH: oh right yeah cool. See you tonight then

Jimin lay on the bed a little longer, stewing. The floodgates had opened and he was drowning in his memories of you. Then he did something really stupid.

He pulled up your instagram feed and lost an hour of his life scrolling back and back and back. He knew it was a highlight reel; he knew he wouldn’t see it there if you were hating LA, if your life was a mess now, but it hurt him all the same. You actually were living the dream. It had worked out for you. It had been a good decision, the right one. It had been the making of you.

You were tanned and sparkling, smiling brightly, laughing widely. New friends (boyfriends? he wondered), new places, not a single one of them touched by him. You were as beautiful as he remembered, though he remembered reluctantly, an icy cold seeping through his heart at the memory of your face in his hands, your lips against his. He searched your face, searched your photos, looking for—what? He wanted to see evidence of himself there. That he had left a mark on you that you couldn’t erase. What this might look like he couldn’t say, but it burnt in him, this need for you to be feeling something, too. This need to be a part of you still. To be part of you while you lived you dream, while you did all the things you had talked about when you were together.

It made him loathe himself. Because he hadn’t reached his dream; he had given up on it. Fuelled by heartbreak, weak ankles, and a little too much of Taehyung’s spiked eggnog, last year Jimin had applied for an MFA in Dance Interdisciplinary Research at Tisch. He had got a space. He had never really had any interest in research, in writing, in the academics of dance, but one failed audition after another, the pain of your departure still sharp in his bones, the literal pain in his left ankle now gone but the damage irreversible, he had snapped. He had decided he had to do something and, short of chucking himself off Brooklyn Bridge, he had no other ideas.

He felt his soul shrivel a little more every day that he didn’t dance, every time he watched other people dance in front of him. He knew he had done this to himself, had no one else to blame.

He scrubbed roughly at his face. He had to stop thinking about this, you, all of it. He got up and had a quick shower, shivering in the ice-cold bathroom even under the hot water.

Jimin sighed, standing outside the door of Taehyung’s apartment, taking a second to gather himself. He didn’t know what to expect. What would you be like? Would you want to talk to him? Could you be friends? Did he want to be friends? There were butterflies rioting in his stomach. He hadn’t seen you for so long; he didn’t know how it would feel to see you again. He thought he was too nervous; it shouldn’t matter this much, should it? He had someone else now anyway. He liked Charlie. He wanted to be with Charlie. He didn’t want to be with you. You’d made your choice. You’d left. And that was fine. It was done. It was what it was. He’d made his peace with that. He’d moved on.

But he couldn’t deny his nerves. With a final rake of a hand through his hair, he opened the door (left unlocked for the party, regardless of the number of times everyone had told Taehyung that this was a bad idea).

God, you were right there. He didn’t even get a chance to shut the door before he’d seen you. You looked his way as if instinctively sensing his presence. A second passed in which you stared at each other, hesitant, unsure, and then Jimin plastered a wide smile onto his face and came over.

He reached out, arms wide for a hug, crying your name loud, hoping he sounded excited, friendly.

“Long time no see!” He wrapped you in his arms and his stomach lurched violently when he smelt your perfume, the same one you had always used. “How have you been?”

“Yeah, great! Good. I’m good. How are you?”

“How’s LA treating you?”

He was desperate not to answer you. Desperate for you not to probe into his miserable, soul-crushing life. He hoped someone else would join you, someone else would spot him and come to say hello, so he could get away from you, from this clawing sense of dread that was falling over him.

“Uh, yeah it’s great. Everything’s going uh, pretty well.”

Jimin could sense your hesitation as you spoke and he cringed inwardly; you were holding back, downplaying your life, trying not to make him feel bad. He didn’t know what you’d been told about him and his life and what had become of him and he hoped that it was nothing. He hoped you weren’t looking at him with pity: poor old Jimin in the same shitty place you left him—a worse place, actually. His dream was dead; he was living with five other people in a four-bed one-bath apartment with wonky floors and a bathroom window that was permanently stuck open, drowning himself in more debt to pursue a postgraduate degree he didn’t really want, with not two cents to rub together.

He couldn’t let you know. He just couldn’t. He wasn’t sure what possessed him at that moment but he knew he was going to lie. Even before you had asked the question, the words were forming in his head.

“But how are you?” you asked politely. “How’s New York?”

Jimin laughed.

“New York is great, actually. I got accepted into the corps with ABT.”

Your face fell, mouth agape, and it took you a couple of seconds to recover yourself. Jimin tried not to read anything into it. He was almost as surprised as you were. As lies went, this was a big one. A really, really big one.

He hadn’t even auditioned. Well, he had, but not recently. He had auditioned a lot, for a lot of companies, and not one had taken him. He watched your face closely, anxious that you would catch him out. Getting into American Ballet Theatre was the ultimate pipe dream; it had been his actual dream’s unrealistic cousin. He knew that there wasn’t a single world in which he would ever have got into the company, but if you’re going to make up a fantastic fake life to convince your ex that you’re doing really well without them, why not swing big?

“Oh my god, Jimin, that’s amazing.”

You opened your arms and stepped towards him to envelop him in a hug. He tried to return it only lightly, hoping you wouldn’t be able to feel his heart beating out of his back. You were briefly speechless and he took that as a good sign. Now he just had to go and find every single one of your mutual friends and convince them not to say a word to you about him.

Jimin just smiled.

“Anyway, I’m going to go get a drink, see if I can find Tae.”

You held up your cup to show you already had one and nodded back at him.

Jimin turned quickly and pushed a hand through his hair, exhaling heavily.

“Hey!” you called after him.

Jimin stopped and looked at you.

“I’m really happy for you.”

He nodded and continued on his way to the kitchen. He desperately needed that drink.

Jimin was relieved to find Taehyung in the kitchen.

“Thank god you’re here,” he said, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him away from the small group of people he was with.

“What’s up, man? You seen y/n yet?”

“Yes, that is what I need to talk to you about. Look....” He took a pause and a deep breath. “I told her I’m dancing with ABT.”

“What?”

“She asked how New York was going and I didn’t want to tell her the truth! So, I told her I got into ABT and, if she asks, I need you to confirm. I need you to tell her it’s true.”

Taehyung tipped his head back with a groan.

“Why, Jimin? Why would you do that?”

“Because her life is so fucking great and mine is fucking shit and I didn’t want to admit it. It’s just for tonight, alright? Just tonight, nod and say ‘yes, Jimin’s dancing with ABT, isn’t it great?’ and that’s it. Then she’ll fuck off back to her perfect life in LA and I won’t have to see her again and we can all go back to knowing that my life is a fucking shitshow.”

Taehyung looked at Jimin seriously for a minute. Jimin looked back, trying to look as sad and pathetic as he felt so he would take pity on him. There was almost no one that knew how Jimin felt about his life – which is how he preferred it – and he hoped Taehyung wouldn’t read too much into this, that he would just assume it was about one-upmanship with an ex and nothing more.

“I think it’s a really stupid plan,” he said eventually.

“Yeah, well I’m really stupid-”

“Jimin, don’t. Come on.-”

“Please, Tae. Seriously. Just for tonight. Don’t try to give me a pep talk; don’t tell me to be honest; I don’t want any of that shit. I don’t need that right now. I just need you to lie for me. For one night. Please.”

Taehyung heaved a deep sigh but agreed. Jimin pulled him into a hug and, having filled a cup with irresponsibly proportioned drink and mixer, ran off before he could change his mind.

Then he instantly turned back and grabbed Taehyung once more.

“Oh, also, please tell everyone else to do the same. Ok, thanks, bye! Love you!”

Jimin downed his drink as he moved carefully through the open-plan space. He needed to avoid you, but in order to avoid you, he had to know where you were. Which, unfortunately, meant being creepy and keeping his eyes on you from afar at all times.

Jimin had been watching you, even more than he had meant to. He couldn’t help it. It was as if his eyes were magnetised to you. He hoped you hadn’t noticed. He didn’t want you to think-… well, anything, really. He chuckled mirthlessly at the irony of just how much time he had spent hoping you were thinking of him, hoping you were missing him. Now, you were here, you were back, and he wanted the very opposite. As long as he avoided you, he could keep the door shut on his terrible life. Confronting you meant confronting what he had become. He didn’t have strength for that. Especially not on New Year’s fucking Eve. He did not intend to start the year with misery and despair... As he had the last two years. No. It didn’t have to be like that. He didn’t have to let you ruin everything for him. Again.

So, he kept you in his sights and he kept drinking.

He flushed the toilet and washed his hands, looking at his reflection in the mirror. He sighed. Was it a face you still loved? Why did he care? He didn’t want to have feelings for you- he didn’t have feelings for you. He didn’t. But he also couldn’t deny the ache in his gut that said he wanted back what the two of you had had together. It had never felt anything but right between you. It was easy, effortless. He just fell and you were there.

He had to take a deep breath as a sharp stab of heartbreak pierced through him. Enough of this, he told himself. He shook his head, gave his face a quick slap, and reached for the handle of the bathroom door. He had just pressed down when he heard your voice from the other side.

“I’m so excited. Look, I’m really not supposed to actually tell anyone this, but this thing I'm working on now... It’s with Lin-Manuel Miranda.”

Jimin blanched and stepped back from the door. He steadied himself on the edge of the sink and looked at the toilet on his left. He briefly considered drowning himself in the water. Fuck. As if your life weren’t going well enough as it was. If the ABT had been his pipe dream, working with Lin-Manuel Miranda was yours. Except you were actually doing it.

He slithered down against the edge of the bath and put his head in his hands. It hurt how much better your life was now that he was out of it. He knew – somewhere, distantly, in the sober, rational part of his brain – that it wasn’t about him, had nothing to do with him, but every other part of him was screaming ‘you were holding her back! You will never be enough for anyone! She’s better off without you and Charlie would be too! You’ve failed at everything! Your relationship, your career, your dreams, even your body has failed!’. It chanted ‘failure!’ at him until the word lost all meaning.

Someone hammered on the door and he was brought back into the room.

“Hey! Hurry up in there, would you? There’s a line!”

He ran a hand through his hair, took a deep breath, and opened the door to see Taehyung leaning down over him. His face creased in concern when he saw Jimin.

“You alright, man?” he asked, pulling Jimin out so someone else could use the bathroom.

“No, I’m fucking not.”

Taehyung steered him to the balcony outside – via the kitchen for another drink – and shooed all the smokers elsewhere. He shut the doors and they were both shivering in an instant, but they were at least alone.

“Tell me.”

“I don’t know where to start, Tae.” Jimin gripped the railing and winced as the freezing metal bit into his soft hands. “It’s everything. It’s fucking everything. Why does she have to be here? Why did she come? Why did I fucking come? I feel like shit. I feel worse than shit. I thought I’d climbed out of rock bottom, but it turns out, I’m still fucking there. I’m still at my rock bottom and she’s still on cloud fucking nine with her perfect life and her perfect career and-- god!” He growled and pulled against the railing before bashing his head against it a little too hard. “I’m fucking sick of it, Tae. I’m sick of my life and I’m sick of her. I miss everything. Everything.”

Taehyung rubbed Jimin’s back and let his hand rest at the far side of his waist, pulling him in close. He was quiet for some time but Jimin didn’t break the silence. He had no more to say.

They shivered in the icy wind blowing through, sipping their drinks and, eventually, Taehyung responded.

“She’s not working with Lin-Manuel Miranda. And she’s not just visiting. Her job in LA was the same intern bullshit she was doing here and the magical promotion she was promised never arrived. So, she quit. She doesn’t have a job right now and she’s moving back with her parents.”

Jimin turned his head slowly to look at Taehyung.

“What?”

Taehyung shrugged.

“Are you that surprised? You’re also lying to her about how great your life is.”

“Only because I thought her life actually was great!”

“Yeah, well, turns out you’re both as stupid as each other. I was obviously not supposed to tell you this but you’re both making this party weird so just... Do with it what you will. And stop beating yourself up. You're a catch! Charlie’s lucky to have you.”

With a final supportive clap to Jimin’s back, Taehyung slid open the balcony doors and returned inside. Jimin remained outside for a while, processing. It was far too much to take in. He had too many questions that only you could answer. He weighed up his options: to talk to you, to not talk to you. He knew he had to talk to you. If you were back, really back, for good, there was too much he had to say.

He returned inside, grateful for the warmth, and, having got yet another drink, he scoured the room for you. He found you just as you were creeping out, opening a bedroom door, stumbling through it. As he downed his own drink, he wondered how many you’d had tonight.

He followed you in as you sat heavily on the bottom of the bed, an unseeing, glazed look in your eyes as you stared into your empty cup. He shut the door with a click and that got your attention. You scoffed when you saw him and raised the cup to your mouth, having already forgotten it was empty.

“Miss me that much, huh?”

Jimin hadn’t expected such a tone. He didn’t want to fight with you. He sighed.

“Just trying to make sure you don’t die of alcohol poisoning. Haven’t you had enough?”

You cocked your eyebrow and tilted your head.

“Don’t you have a girlfriend to worry about?”

Jimin blinked. You had asked with such spite that he didn’t want to say no, didn’t want to say she’s not actually my girlfriend. Where did you get off with that attitude? You left him. He was allowed a girlfriend if he wanted one.

“She’s not here,” he replied simply.

“So, why are you here, then?”

He clenched and unclenched his fists. He reminded himself that he didn’t want to fight. He didn’t want to argue. But you seemed determined to make it that way.

"I should be asking you that. I live here. You haven't been back for two years."

“Well, I’ve been busy in LA. That’s why I haven’t been back.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet.”

He could hear the tone in his own voice now, the sarcasm, the bite, as his eyebrows raised and his eyes rolled. He wondered how long you’d keep up the lie.

“Do you have something you need to get off your chest? I still don’t understand why you’re in this room with me. I’m sure you’d be having more fun out there at the party than in here.”

“Yeah, I probably would. But then I’ll be the one stuck with all the guilt when you pass out and choke to death on your own sick. You never did know when to stop.”

You scoffed.

“Like you fucking care anyway. Two years and this is the first time I hear from you.”

“We agreed we wouldn’t keep in contact, remember? Too hard. Besides which, I found out you were going to be here from Tae. Could’ve told me yourself.”

“How could I have told you when you blocked me from every social media platform?”

Jimin shrugged. You had a point.

“What did you expect me to do? ‘Like’ every photo of you living your best life without me?”

“Well, I’m not dying, so can you just leave me alone? I don’t want to be around anyone.”

“It’s New Year's Eve, y/n. You’re back here, with everyone, for the first time in two years, and you suddenly don’t want to be around any of us? Too good for us now, are you? Too good for New York?”

You looked away from him, biting down on your lip. Jimin wanted you to break. He wanted you to tell him that you were lying, that there was no Lin-Manuel, no movie, no dream job. He wanted you to admit to him that it had been a mistake, leaving. Leaving New York. Leaving him. He wouldn’t be the one to break first. Not this time. Gone were all his thoughts of not fighting; gone was his desire to leave this party unscathed. Your leaving had dismantled everything and he was ready to smash it all to pieces once more.

“That’s hardly the case, Jimin.”

“Then what? Why the need to be alone on the biggest party night of the year?”

“Because I’m a fucking loser! A fucking fraud! That’s why I deserve to be alone! I have nothing to celebrate this new year!”

He had to bite his lip to stop the smirk creeping onto his face. That’s what he wanted to hear. He wanted this to hurt: you and him. Like pressing on a bruise. He was already so quickly so far down in his dark place that a little more pain wouldn’t matter but you? He needed you to feel it, too.

“What about your big movie?”

“There is no fucking movie! And don’t pretend you don’t already know that! Taehyung told me you’re not in the ABT, so I assume he told you the truth about me, too!”

”Yeah, maybe he did and maybe I did lie; can you really blame me? You coming back here for the first time since you left me, throwing your supposedly fan-fucking-tastic life in my face? And then it turns out it’s all fucking lies and I come in here to check on you and you have the fucking gall to treat me like shit? You think I’m going to feel sorry for you? Oh, boo hoo, your little plan didn’t work out? Well neither did mine and I had to deal with it on my own because someone had fucking left me!”

“No one’s fucking asking you to feel sorry for me! And fuck you, Jimin. You weren’t the only one who was alone! I literally had no one out there! NO ONE! So don’t you dare say anything to me. We both made the same choice.”

“And it’s clearly worked out fucking brilliantly for both of us!”

“And you’re saying that’s my fault? That’s on me, is it?”

“Yeah! I am saying that. This is on you! You broke this!”

“So, what do you want from me then, Jimin? What the fuck do you want me to do about it?”

“I want you to go back two years and not leave! I want you to fucking stay!”

“Well, you got your fucking wish. I am staying! I’m back, and I’m staying now! So, you’ve got what you want! Are you happy?!”

“No!”

The thing he hadn’t said out loud. The thing he hadn’t admitted to anyone. Everyone thought he was fine, great, moving on. They thought he was enjoying his MFA; they thought he had really managed to finally pick himself back up, dust himself off. He hadn’t told them that every single day was a struggle. Speaking it aloud would make it too real, would turn it into a problem that he would have to deal with. He wasn’t happy. Hadn’t been happy since you left. All his anger evaporated in a second. Because he wasn’t really angry in the first place. Had never really been. He was sad and lonely and heartbroken.

He took a deep, shaky breath and blinked back the tears stinging in his eyes. He put his hands on his head and pulled at his hair. Then he sighed, another shaky exhale, and slumped heavily on the bed next to you.

“What exactly did Tae tell you?”

“He didn’t say much. He just said you weren’t with ABT and then scolded me.”

Jimin wanted to press you, press you for more; he wanted to hear the words from your mouth: ‘my life in LA sucked; my job sucked; everything was horrible; I’m moving back; I’m back for good; I’m back for you’. It wasn’t so much that he wanted to drag you down now, but he wanted you to be with him, where he was.

He was surprised to feel that he also wanted to tell you everything, too. You had been his person, once upon a time. He used to tell you everything. Sitting so close to you now, he couldn’t believe two years had passed; it was almost as if he could reach for your hand, press his lips to your shoulder, take you in his arms and be right back there. A deep ache started in his chest and he wasn’t sure whether he wanted to ignore it or give in to it.

“I am not with ABT,” he confirmed. “Not even close.”

He heaved another sigh (‘love is a smoke made with the fumes of sighs,’ he thought and his heart squeezed). Then he kicked off his shoes and pulled down the back of one of his socks. He lifted his foot onto the edge of the bed and, just barely visible in the light from outside, was a thick, raised scar, about an inch long, low down on the outside of his ankle. He ignored your tiny gasp.

“Y’know that little extra bone I had at my heel? Don’t have that anymore! That training program that I got into, that-” he stopped because he didn’t want to say ‘that was the reason I stayed when you left, that was the reason I let you go’. “Turns out that training program was too much. All those little twinges turned into something a whole lot bigger and then the pain got so bad, I couldn’t even...” He flexed his foot forward, pointing his toes. “They were good about it. I got to see some really good doctors and, I mean, technically the problem is fixed.” He rotated his ankle around first one way and then the other as if to demonstrate. “But I was in a cast for a week, then in physio for eight weeks and, even at that point, it was too late. Full recovery took almost six months. I was already too old to have been off my feet so long; that program was kind of my last chance. And I couldn’t finish it.”

He had to stop there. He hadn’t really spoken to anyone about it. He had breezed through initially, telling everyone it was fine and he’d be back on his feet in no time. Then, when he wasn’t, he had repeated the lie so many times that he felt trapped in it, felt like he couldn’t walk it back. So he just sucked it in and held it there until... Until now apparently.

You reached out, your index finger softly tracing the raised mark on his ankle. He tried to ignore the goosebumps that spread on his skin, the flutter in his heart.

You pulled your hand back, tucking it underneath your thigh, and cleared your throat.

“I’m sorry. I wish I had known what you were going through. It must have been hard on you.”

“It wa-”

He stopped; he was already halfway through the lie even having decided he wasn’t going to tell it anymore. Force of habit. He cleared his throat.

“Yes,” he said quietly. “It was.”

“I’m uh-” You paused to sniffle. “I’m moving back to New York for good. Gonna be with my parents for a bit while I get everything settled and figure out the next steps. LA was a complete bust. The dream job I left for was the same thing I was doing here. There’s no big movie, no Lin-Manuel Miranda. I don’t know who I was kidding trying to lie my way out of this.” You chuckled sadly. “Pretty lame, huh? I left you and have nothing to show for it.”

Jimin wanted to feel victorious. He wanted to be bitter and petty and happy that it hadn’t worked out for you, that ending your relationship and breaking his heart had backfired. But he wasn’t. He was sad. It made it all feel so pointless. Neither one of you had anything to show for your two years apart – well, not anything good. If it weren’t for Charlie, he thought, you could just pretend they hadn’t happened, fall right back into how things had been.

Jimin remembered her with a slight twinge of guilt. But where Charlie was new and exciting, the comfort and familiarity of being with you… It felt like home. Even now. Even after everything. He placed his hand over yours. He wanted to say something comforting. He didn’t know what. How do you comfort against the truth? You were right. You were both not doing great. You were both pretty lame. You were both crushed by the realities of a harsh life.

He had felt, for so long since his rehab, that even if you had come back, even if he had run out to LA to meet you, he wouldn’t have deserved you. That he would have dragged you down. Maybe that just wasn’t true. Maybe you did deserve each other after all. Maybe you were exactly the right person for him. Still. Even now.

It would be so easy, he thought, to turn his body towards you, take your face in his free hand, and kiss you. It would be so easy lean you back, cover his body with yours, and not let you go. He wanted easy. He wanted comfort. He wanted to feel your familiar body under his; he wanted to remember every square inch of you. He wanted you.

"Jimin…" you breathed and he felt his dick twitch and his heart squeeze. It had been years since he’d heard his name on your lips like that.

He moved closer, his gaze flitting between your lips and your eyes. He remembered those lips, remembered the taste of you and your berry lip balm. But your lips were pink tonight. He wondered if the lipstick was the one you always used to wear that tasted vaguely minty or that obnoxiously sweet strawberry-flavour one he never liked. Maybe it was a new one. The two years he’d been without you – all the things you’d done in that time, people you’d met, other lips you’d kissed – weighed so heavily on his heart at that moment. He was going to kiss you. He prayed you wouldn’t stop him.

Then the door swung open.

“Oh! Whoa! Oh, no, no. Ok. back out! Back out!”

Tae swung in, leaning heavily on the door handle and, upon seeing the two of you in such close proximity, swung immediately back out again, slopping half the contents of his cup on the floor in the process, shooing away whichever lucky person was about to follow him in.

But it was enough. You both jumped, Jimin’s hand lifting off yours, both shifting away from each other. He laughed shakily, ran a hand through his hair. His heart was hammering in his chest. His face was hot. His mouth was suddenly dry.

“As much as I want to kiss you right now, I’d hate myself for it tomorrow,” you said.

Jimin didn’t know what to feel. You wanted to kiss him. You’d hate yourself for it if you did. Did he not feel the same? He was paralysed with indecision as he watched you stand – swaying lightly – and walk to the door. He couldn’t let you leave. He might not have known what he was thinking or feeling, but that much was clear to him.

As you reached the door, you turned back to him.

“See you later, Jimin.”

“No! Don’t!”

He was on his feet, crossing the distance to you in two large steps. He placed one hand against the door and the other on your waist.

“Please don’t go.”

He floundered, starting sentence after sentence with nothing to follow. He didn’t know what to say to you. He just wanted you to know; he wanted you to feel what he was feeling, to be there in it with him.

“Please, just stay.”

“What about your girlfriend?”

“She’s not my girlfriend; it’s not that serious.”

You chuckled and it sounded like a scoff but Jimin wasn’t lying. Charlie wasn’t his girlfriend, not actually, not technically, not yet.

“Yeah?” you asked, cocking your eyebrow. “What are we doing then? What is this? Are you saying you want to get back together or is this just because we’re both pathetic and miserable and drunk?”

“We might be pathetic and miserable and drunk but that doesn’t mean there isn’t anything between us. You were the love of my life; you can’t just say we’re nothing to each other now. I know I’m not the only one who feels it. It’s still there. And I don’t want to be your friend.”

He didn’t really know what he wanted exactly. Did he want to get back together with you? End things with Charlie? Slip back into your arms like no time had passed? Did he want to never see you again? Cut off all his ties to you and not look back like he had been trying to do for the last two years? He didn’t know and his head wasn’t clear enough to work it out. But he did know that he didn’t want to just be friends. He couldn’t be this close to you and not be yours. It was all or nothing.

On the other side of the door, he could hear everyone counting down to midnight. Jimin felt like they were counting down to your response. He wished he had just kissed you; he wished Taehyung hadn’t interrupted. Then there would be no need for this: this confusion, this quandary, this impasse. You would’ve just been together. At least for tonight.

“Three! Two! One! HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

A chorus of auld lang syne started and the room was bright with the flashes of the fireworks outside. How many people out there, Jimin wondered, were sharing their first kiss of the new year? He wanted to be yours.

He shifted, caging you in against the door, but he didn’t want to trap you so he moved his hands to your waist. Your hands fisted his shirt and he was leaning in, your noses touching. Every part of Jimin’s body was tense as you moved your head. His heart was hammering and he thought this was it. You were going to close the gap. You were going to kiss him. A yearning so strong it brought tears to his eyes swelled in his chest. He opened his mouth to say your name, to whisper it to you like a prayer. Because he was praying. For this. For you.

“Call me tomorrow when we’re both sober.”

Then you slipped out of his grasp and were gone.

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