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baby-yongbok · 4 months

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Call me, baby

Hwang Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

♡ Genre - Smut, slow(ish) and then boom porn - Strangers to lovers (non-idol)

♡ Word Count: 7.6k

♡ Summary: Welcome to Rockstar tattoo and piercing, where giving a beautiful stranger and eyebrow piercing can lead to the best fuck of your life.

♡ A/N: I started this as soon as photo's of Hyunjin with that damned eyebrow piercing came out. I am EXHAUSTED the horny took over, I'm ruined and now maybe you are too. 😭 I wanted to have this be a bit of a slow burn type of thing just so there could be some build up and longing ya know? I don't usually draw things out this long but I wanted to give it a shot. 💕Please enjoy it, I worked hard and I'd love to hear feedback. I also only lightly edited it for right now, I'll look over it again later! Gosh I'm exhausted. + reader is depicted as chubby/plus size and is a POC ♡

♡ Warnings: Pain slut Hyunjin, Descriptive piercing process, Biting, Hair pulling, Appearances by Lee Know, unprotected sex (safe sex is good. be safe ya'll) Oral (f&m receiving), nipple play (kinda? & not for too long + reader has nipple piercings)

✧ Masterlist ✧

“Hey, man. Welcome to Rockstar tattoo and piercing whatcha lookin for tonight?” Minho, your ex and fellow co-owner of the shop asks as that familiar jingle rings through the empty shop. You’re too busy cleaning up your space to listen in on what the new customer wants. You’re sure that it’s something simple since it’s close to midnight and all that gets done this late are simple piercings and tattoos that people will regret in the morning.

“Baby, you got a customer up front.” Minho calls as he makes his way over to his station. The name prompts a fake gag and an award winning eye roll as you move across your station

“Do not call me that, ew.” The echo of Minho’s chuckle makes him sound closer than he is as he rounds the corner of the wall dividing your spaces. You’re a two person crew so you get to spend every second that you’re in this shop with your ex which wouldn’t be so bad if he and his new girlfriend weren’t all over each other every chance that they got. You love the girl and they’re a much better match than the two of you ever were but it’s been so long since you’ve been with someone that you feel like they’re just teasing you at this point.

“You used to love that.” With folded arms he leans against your side of the wall and you turn to him with a hand on your hip while the other one is full of supplies.

“And I used to love you.” He hisses, holding a hand over his heart with faux pain in his eyes.

“Ouch.” You throw an empty ink cap at him and you both laugh. “Well since you don’t love me I’ll be right back.” He walks over to the front desk, grabbing his jacket from the back of the chair and heading out to the front of the shop.

“Where the hell are you going?” You whine, running up behind him. He turns to face you with that mischievous glint in his eyes. Does he really need to go get his dick wet right now?

“Seriously, Min!” He laughs at your incredulous scoff as he throws on his jacket. “If I’m not back in an hour, close up for me, yeah?” With a quick wink and a smirk he rushes out of the door before you even have a chance to protest. You know that he’ll be back, he always comes back but you still want to give him a piece of your mind. You flip him off as you watch him pass the large front window and he kisses back at you. You love that you two had a clean break but god does he get on your nerves.

“Asshole.” You mumble under your breath as you look down at the form on the counter. “Hyunjin?”

You hear shuffling in the very far corner of the waiting area as you flip through his paperwork.

“That’s me.” You smile down at the clipboard once you hear his voice, at least he’s not some rude wasted guy. “You can come with me.”

When you look up your jaw nearly hits the counter, is beautiful even the right word to describe this man? You don’t usually have a type but if you had to pick one it would be the man standing right in front of you. “ Uh, hey my name’s Y/n, I’ll be piercing you tonight and it uh-”

Gosh, his eye contact is intense, how does he do that? “It says here that you wanna get a horizontal eyebrow piercing?”

“Right.” He shakes his head as he rocks back and forth on his heels and you nod.

“Awesome, it should be pretty quick, let’s do this.” You unlock the swing door and allow him back into your station. You decide to close the privacy curtain that separates your space from the rest of the shop since the chances of anyone else coming in is close to zero, you’re not as accessible as the shops close to town so this is the quiet hour for you.

Hyunjin watches as you start collecting the supplies that you’ll need. You move carefully, making sure that everything is just how you like it. “Have you been doing this for a long time?” You hadn’t even noticed the way that he seems to be nearly looking over your shoulder this entire time.

“Long enough.” He smiles at your shy laugh as you pick a marker from your cup. “We’ve owned this place for about three years.”

“You and your boyfriend?” You scowl at his words, pulling a chuckle from his chest. “I guess he’s not your boyfriend.”

“He’s my ex, we already bought this place when we broke up so I couldn’t escape him.” A dramatic sigh follows your statement as you motion for him to sit down on the chair in front of you. “We're friends now, best friends, but I am a single girl.”

Hyunjin cocks his brow, causing you to accidently draw a line across his eyelid. “Sorry about that.” He chuckles and you smile at the soft sound.

“It’s alright.” You clean him up and the feeling of his gaze burning into you makes you smirk. You’re more than used to clients staring at you, there are some that will try to make an ungraceful pass at you while they’re at it but for some reason having Hyunjin stare at you so intensely is welcomed? Maybe because he’s cute. That definitely helps. “Ready?”

“Ready.” You mark him perfectly this time and point him towards the mirror to check if he likes the placement. “Perfect.”

“Awesome let’s stick ya then.” You motion him towards your reclined chair and he gracefully fills the spot with his tall frame. “You’re not scared of needles are you?”

“Not at all.” The smirk on his face as he stares up at the ceiling catches you off guard. You’ve never seen anyone smile at the thought of getting stabbed before. You wipe your hands and snap on your gloves before moving in front of your rolling tray where all of your supplies are set up. “Did it hurt when you got yours?”

“Nope, but that’s probably because I did it myself.” You grab your scissor clamp and move next to Hyunjin. “Okay, so, the steps are to clamp the site, pierce it, feed the jewelry through and then you’re out of here.”

“Sounds easy enough, go ahead.” You nod leaning over him gently. This is the first time in all of your years as a piercing artist that you’ve felt self conscious about the deep V cut of your shirt. You usually couldn’t care less but right now you’re almost hyper aware of the way that you’re presenting yourself to the man in front of you. You’re also hyper aware of the way that he’s staring right at the lacey red of your bra that’s peeking out, or is it the studs of your nipple piercing pressing against your tight cotton shirt that’s caught his attention? Either way, the way that he’s staring is causing something that you haven’t felt in awhile to stir deep in your stomach.

“Gonna clamp you now, it shouldn’t hurt but just take a deep breath anyway.” You whisper as you turn his head a bit to get a better look at the piercing site. Now he’s really got a good view. He’s perfectly still as you clamp him and you praise him for every little thing that he does right, he seems to take a liking to that since every time something sweet comes out of your mouth he hums with contentment.

“Ready for the stick?”

“Go ahead.” He licks his lips while his gaze is still trained on your chest and you can’t help but to push your thighs together. He seemed to have noticed since a ghost of a smile adorned his lips right after.

“Breath in.” He follows your instruction and you position the needle right at the mark only pushing a bit to prepare him. “And out.” He was an easy stick, it went in perfectly. It was smooth and quick and he definitely hissed a moan when you did it. You stay in place, leaning over him with the plastic needle still in.

“Everything good?” The sound of his moan rang through your ears as you avoided eye contact with him. He hums a confirmation, his eyes are shut now and his bottom lip is between his teeth. Good god. Did he not notice or does he just not care? Does he have a thing for pain? “I’m going to uh- feed the jewelry through.”

You move his head a bit, trying to find the best position for the light to hit him. Why is the lighting so shitty all of the sudden? “Everything alright?” There’s a slight chuckle in his voice and you sigh.

“Yeah I just can’t get a good light right now. It’s like my damn shadow moved in the way.” You move a bit back and forth but nothing is comfortable enough. “Can I like… could you just move your hip over a bit?” He does as you ask immediately and you swiftly prop your knee up on the chair.

“Thanks, that's so much better.” You grab the jewelry, and wedge it into the plastic needle for the feed through. “You’ll feel a bit of pressure, it might sting okay?”

“Mmhmm.” Just as you’re about to move the needle you feel the soft brush of his fingers on your inner thigh. That had to be an accident right? Do you want it to be an accident? Not really.

“One, two, go.” You slowly feed the jewelry through and this time a soft grunt leaves his lips but that’s not all. You freeze when you feel it, glancing down at Hyunjin while his eyes are still closed and his fingers grip the flesh of your inner thigh. “Good?”

“Great.” It’s a miracle that you didn’t moan at the feeling of him grabbing you but you decide to thank whatever higher power saved you instead of thinking about what if’s. One thing’s clear though; he definitely has a thing for pain.

“Let me just -” You reach over to your rolling tray and his grip on your thigh loosens but he doesn’t let go. “- Just gotta put the ball on the end.” You secure his jewelry, screwing on the end and wiping it down with bactine.

“Done.” He sighs but he doesn’t move. You look down at him, expecting him to say something, but he stays silent. You take a deep breath, trying to ignore the electricity that having his hand inches away from your heat is causing. “Wanna look at it?”

He nods, finally moving his hand, now maybe you can breathe normally. You both move at the same time but he sits up much slower than expected. “Feeling good?” Hyunjin hums as he adjusts his pants and makes his way over to the mirror, leaning in to get a good look at the new accessory.

“So good.” Yup, he has a pain kink. It’s confirmed.

Once you’ve cleaned up all the immediate things and rid yourself of your gloves you move over towards him slowly. Usually you’d make small talk but you don’t feel too capable of doing that with the way that your core is pulsing with need at the moment.

You watch as he studies the piercing. You should be looking at it too but you can’t focus on anything but the sharp beauty of his features and the way that his wine red hair falls against his temples and compliments the blush running up his neck. As much as you try to stop yourself you can’t help but indulge in taking him in further. You can’t help but to let your gaze run down the length of his strong arm and admire the way that his black sweats are hanging from his hips. Your eyes linger on the hem of his pants for a second too long and that’s when you notice it. Right below the perfect bow of his drawstrings is a delicious bulge that you desperately want to show attention to. Your tongue darts out, licking at the corner of your mouth a bit as you eye him. Snap out of it, come on.

“Think I should get a tattoo there?” Your eyes snap to his reflection but he’s already looking at you. Fuck, did he catch you staring? Of course he did, it was so obvious. “I’ve been thinking about it.”

His smile makes you feel like you could explode at any second but you decide to try a bit harder to contain yourself. “I think that could be hot.” Fuck, no no no, why did you say that.

“Hot? You think so?” He cocks his eyebrow just like he did earlier but this time the gold stud adorning his thick brow makes a shiver run up your spine and sends a spark to your clit. He was already hot without the piercing but now it’s just unfair.

“Uh yeah, I do.” Before you can try to turn around and make your escape from further embarrassing yourself he turns to you.

“Would you do it?” His eyes are focused on yours and for some reason you can’t find it in you to look away.

“Do…your hip tattoo?” He nods and you shift your weight as you imagine the process. Could you even stand to be that close to his dick? You’re standing in front of him right now and you feel like you could combust from the eye contact. Surely you’ll melt if you end up having to stare at his hard dick for hours while he gets off on the pain of your needle for a second time.

“I would.” Your answer leaves your lips in a half whisper before you can even think about it but the smile that pulls at his lips makes you forget your prior argument. “Just let me know when.”

“Do you have a card?”

“Up front, I’ll give it to you with your care instructions.” You find yourself glancing down one more time before attempting to blink away all of your horny thoughts. As much as you want to fall to your knees and relieve him of his pain induced hard on you have to keep it professional, even if you were just caught staring at his dick print. “You paid when you came in, right?”

Quickly, you make your way around him to open your curtain and lead him to the counter. “Yeah I did.” You can feel him close behind you as you unlock the swing door to let him out.

“But you did such a great job.” The slam of the small door behind him makes you jump a bit but his following question is what really did it. “Do you take tips? Or could I give you more than that?”

You choke a bit on your inhale but at the same time there couldn’t possibly be a hint of oxygen left in your body with the way that he’s looking at you with his arms crossed and leaning on the counter. Your brain isn’t working anymore, it’s completely smooth as you stare back at Hyunjin’s cool smile. Hell, if he’s offering you’re going to take it.

Just as you’re about to calculate your own suggestive reply that familiar jingle echoes off the walls and your gaze lands on none-other than your godforsaken ex. He eyes you as you stand behind the counter with red cheeks and your palms spread and pressing into the desk.

“All good?” He looks between you and Hyunjin with raised brows. You force a smile as you frantically scan the desk for the care instruction packet.

“Yup, all good.” The sigh that follows your sentence is less than convincing but Minho lets it slide in the name of trusting you. You turn your attention back to Hyunjin who’s eyes were already on you. “So here are the care instructions. Don’t change it for about two months and uh, just make sure to keep it clean and um yeah everything that you need to know is in here.”

He takes the packet, brushing his fingers against yours in the process. Hopefully the way that you shivered wasn’t too obvious. Are you really that down bad? Usually you’re witty and flirty, you tend to have a pretty smart mouth with customers but as soon as you saw Hyunjin all of that went right out the window.

“Your card.” He nods towards the display on the desk and you quickly grab one for him.

“It has the shop number and my instagram on there. If you want to contact me directly, Instagram is the best way to do it but I’m here almost everyday. If I’m not coming in, I'll post it on my story.” He flips the card between his fingers allowing you to get a good look at what you wish were still grabbing at the tender flesh of your thighs. Your focus breaks when he rubs the card between his fingers and a second one falls to the counter. “Oh, must’ve given you two by accident.”

“So I’ll message you.” Standing straight he slips the card into his pocket. “If I have any questions.” He takes a step back, taking you in one more time.

“Yeah, I’ll answer as fast as I can.”

“Baby, did you use the last of the caps?” Minho calls from the storage room and the scoff that follows makes Hyunjin laugh.

“Stop calling me that for goodness sake.” With the flash of a quick smile and mumbled goodnight you leave Hyunjin at the front and head over to your annoying cock blocking ex. Once you get to him you see him leaning against the storage room door with his eyes on his phone screen. “I thought you were looking for caps.”

“Nah, figured that you needed me to save you. That guy should’ve been gone already.” Did he seriously just ruin any chance that you had at getting laid tonight? And by a man as hot as Hyunjin at that.

“We were talking.”

“You don’t do small talk.” Minho’s pinched brows earns him an eye roll as you head over to your station. “So he wasn’t bothering you?”

“Far from it.” The way that you’re aggressively cleaning your tray gives Minho all the hints he needs but it would be out of character for him to just drop the topic.

"Then what was he doing?" Minho asks in his teasing tone that you’ve grown to be more than familiar with. You pause and sigh as your mind lingers on the feel of Hyunjin’s fingers gripping you and the sounds he made with each hint of pain.

"He was trying to make me interested."

“Was it working?” The silence that followed his question spoke louder than any words could. “His number is on the form ya know.”

“Just lock up, Minho. I’m not breaking any privacy laws just so I can get fucked.” He throws his hands up in surrender, backing away and heading to the front. You close your eyes, taking a deep breath to try and contain the many emotions running through you. You should’ve been on your game tonight but Hyunjin just threw you off. You haven’t been that attracted to anyone in so long that all of your skills went right out the window as soon as he looked at you. Maybe he’ll message you? Ask you a question or two and then ask you out. What if he doesn’t? What if Minho scared him off and you never hear from him again?

“Baby.”

“Lee Minho, stop calling me -” You pause when you turn to him, looking down at the card he’s offering you between his fingers. “What?” He extends his arm to you further, earning his third eye roll of the day as you snatch the cardstock away from him.

“It’s my card.” You shrug at him.

“Turn it over.” Your pulse picks up a bit once you notice the red ink on the back of the card. Hyunjin’s name and number is written in pretty symbols right across the middle with a small note. ‘Call me, baby.’

“I’ll stop calling you that now.”

Sleep didn't come easy last night but you sure did at the thought of Hyunjin. It doesn't help that you texted him immediately and he didn't waste a second before replying to you. Your night was spent getting to know him a bit as your mind danced on the idea of him fucking you into your mattress. The amount of time that you pretended that your fingers were his slender ones while you answered one of his questions is actually award winning. The taping of your cum covered fingers against your screen went on until you tired yourself out and fell asleep while waiting for his next text.

“Going out.” Minho looked up from the sketch book in front of him just in time to watch as you grabbed your jacket from the chair next to his.

“Did ‘baby’ call?” For the first time in a while you find yourself smiling and unbothered by his teasing. “She's smiling, did you finally catch a dick.”

“I'll let you know in a couple of hours.” The look on Minho’s face isn't one that you see often but it's your absolute favorite. “I'll be back, baby.”

You barely got to knock twice before the door to Hyunjin’s apartment swung open. He looks just as good if not better than he did last night and the fact that you’ve gotten to know him a bit better over text for the past couple of hours makes you feel like a college student sneaking into someone's dorm after curfew. It’s safe to say that you have a big fat crush now.

“Hey, nice piercing.” He pulls you into a quick hug before ushering you further into his place. Your eyes wander across his walls, taking in every detail. He really is the artsy type.

“Thanks, some girl did it for me last night.” He watches you take in his space with hungry eyes, no matter how much he tells himself that he just met you and that he wants to take it slow he can’t seem to pace himself. The amount of times that he came into his fist last night just thinking of how pretty your nipple piercings must be and how your thighs would wrap perfectly around him is insane. Unfortunately, the orgasms didn’t put out the fire that burned for you deep in his stomach, it only made the flame bigger.

“Oh yeah?” You face him as you peel your jacket off slowly, letting it slide off of your shoulders and down your arms so gracefully that he couldn’t possibly ignore it. “Was she hot?”

His eyes fix on the fabric stretching tight against your chest, how dare you call that a shirt. It’s keeping little to nothing to the imagination but he can’t say that he’s mad at it. “So fucking hot, I couldn’t stop staring at her.”

Your jacket finds a home on the arm of his couch while you check out the paintings on his living room wall. The stretched canvas and sheets of beautifully stained paper are littered all over the ivory wall, serving as the only real means of decoration in this area of the room. “Do you think that she noticed?”

The energy around you turns electric as he steps up behind you, just close enough not to touch you. “I hope that she did.”

“Why?” Your breathing is slow and shallow as your eyes run across the colors of the paintings on the wall. You’re not really taking in the beauty of the art anymore, you’re more concerned with the masterpiece standing behind you and what he’ll say next.

“So that she doesn’t feel surprised when I say -” He leans into you, fiddling with one of the paintings and pressing himself lightly into your back. A blistering heat washes over you at the feel of him against you. It’s so much more than you imagined it to be. “- That I think that she’s beautiful.”

He reaches for another painting, stepping forward just a bit to be closer to you. “And that as much as I want to take it slow and get to know her -” He slowly retracts his hand, stepping back and breaking all contact. You sigh, swallowing hard as you hang on each of his words. “I just can’t go another second without knowing what she feels like.”

You turn your head to the side, catching a glimpse of his burning gaze as he stares down at you. His dark eyes are undressing you before he even gets the chance to touch you. Something like you did to him yesterday. “I think that she’d feel the same way.” It’s a bit of a challenge but you manage to hold eye contact with him as you turn your body to face him.

“You think she’d let me touch her?” Eyes, lips, chest and repeat. That’s the pattern that his gaze follows while he waits for your answer.

“I think she wants you to, so so badly.” His eyes meet yours and his hands are on you in an instant, grabbing at the plush of your waist and pushing you against the wall of art work behind you.

“Thank god.” He whispers against your lips before attaching them in desperate hunger. The sound of paper and canvas falling to the floor is merely background noise in the heat of the moment.

He’s soft and sweet like honey, his touch is like satin against your skin and your head is fuzzy. Holy fuck. He swallows the moan that escapes you as you welcome his tongue into your mouth, offering his own sinful sounds as a counter. His hands are grabbing at the exposed skin of your stomach while he pushes your shirt up to expose more of you. Your hands fist the fabric of his shirt, you want him closer. You need him closer. He pulls away abruptly, staring down at you panting and flushed. He takes a step back and you take a step forward.

“Think she’ll let me fuck her?” He continues to step back from you and you match each move that he makes. Your hands find the bottom hem of your shirt and you pull the fabric over your head, revealing your flimsy lace bra to him. A hiss falls from his lips as he falls back into his couch. Sitting with his legs spread and ready for you, the perfect seat.

“You better fuck her.” Once you climb onto his lap his lips are back on yours in an instant. The kiss is hungry, desirous, passionate. It’s everything that you knew it would be and more. His palms rest on your breasts, kneading the flesh and flicking at the heart studs of your nipple piercings. A shiver runs over you at the feeling and Hyunjin smiles against you at the reaction.

“Sensitive?” He mumbles, following with a kiss and you nod with a deep moan. “Fuck.” He pushes your breast together, jiggling them in his palms while he watches with his bottom lip between his teeth.

“I wanted to see these so badly last night.” You knew he was staring. “Wanted to run my tongue over these pretty little studs.”

“What’s stopping you now?” You grind your hips into him, milking a choked moan from his throat. He’s so hard underneath you, his sweat pants are doing little to restrain his pulsing cock from pressing into your needy core but even that bit of pressure is not enough to satiate your hunger. His fingers peel down the lace of your bra and you watch as his tongue dips out of his mouth and swirls the silver jewelry. “Hyunjin.”

He hums, content with the way that his name sounds falling from your pretty lips, it’s then that you remember last night. Praise and pain, those are his things right? Let’s test it out.

The feeling of his tongue laving over your sensitive peak breaks you out of your thoughts and fogs your mind all over again. He shows both of your breasts equal attention, wetting your nipples with long drags of his tongue followed by a skillful swirl of the muscle around your shiny silver bars. “ So good, oh my god.” He hums, sucking a bit harder at the sound of your sweet words.

Your fingers lace through the wine red strands of his hair, scratching and rubbing at his scalp for a bit until he grazes his teeth over the sensitive peak of your nipple. You’re pulling at his roots before you can even process it but the pornographic moan that escapes him as he falls into your touch makes you happy that you did it.

“A pain slut?” Matching smirks paint your faces but his is quickly swept away when you bring your other hand up through his roots and pull again. “I knew it.” You grind into him, the moans escaping him are making you hungry for friction all over again.

His hands grasp your hips, gripping you so tightly that you’re sure there will be beautiful bruises there in the morning. “What gave me away?” His eyes stay on yours as you hold his head back by his hair. Yesterday his gaze was blinding but tonight you find it easier to handle the heat that it causes to rise on the surface of your skin. You’re okay with going blind if he’s the last thing that you see.

“Hm.” His eyes flutter shut at the feeling of your lips ghosting over his pulse “Maybe it was the way you moaned when I stuck you.” Sloppy kisses and small nibbles of his milky flesh draws a moan similar to the one that’s been playing in your head all night to leave his blushed lips.

“Or the way that you grabbed my thigh.” Your teeth sink into the flesh of his neck and the sound that he makes in response is nearly enough to make you cum on the spot. “Or how hard you were when I was finished.”

“Do that again.” So biting is his favorite, huh?

“Say please.”

“Please, do that again. Bite me, harder. Please let me feel that again.” He’s begging? You’ve never been with a man who was willing to do that. A mumbled praise makes his cock twitch against you as one of his hands slips down to your ass, gripping the cheek firmly but not squeezing. Your teeth sink into his neck again, a deep guttural groan escapes him while his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your ass through your jeans. “Oh, baby.”

You pull away at the feeling of a warm spot beneath you. When you look down at your clothed cores the sticky wet spot presents itself to you. He came just from you biting him and he's still hard. No fucking way.

“You made a mess.” A familiar darkness falls upon his gaze and now it's your turn to moan from the grip he has on your hair. “Clean it up for me, angel.”

You crawl backwards off of his lap, lowering down onto your knees as his grip in your hair ensures that your eyes stay on his. He shimmies his pants down with his free hand, your eye contact falters for just a second so that you can steal a glance at his cock. He’s bigger than you thought he’d be, long and curved ever so slightly. The angry red tip is glistening with cum in the low light, you run your tongue along your lips at the thought of sucking him clean.

“One day you’ll give me a pretty tattoo right here, won’t you?” He pulls your hair towards him, controlling your head so that you lean into his hip. You plant a sloppy kiss against his skin, nipping and licking like a desperate puppy. His cock twitches at the feel of your lips on the newly discovered patch of skin. “I’ll be hard as a rock with your pretty face so close to my cock.” He moves your head over just enough for you to lick up some of the cum from his flawless thigh.

“You think you could do it? Think you could be that close to my cock and not put me in your mouth?” Little does he know that you’ve already thought about it and the answer is no. Hell no, absolutely not. “Maybe it would be me who loses control.”

He yanks back on your hair, lifting your head back up to meet his gaze. He brings his bent pointer finger to your chin and runs his thumb down your swollen lips. “I have a feeling that I’ll be addicted to this mouth.” His eyebrow piercing catches the light as he stares down at you and you can’t help but to feel turned on by the fact that you did that to him. You’re responsible for that pretty stud on this pretty man.

“Let’s see if I’m right.” You open your mouth eagerly once he sits back and guides you over to his waiting cock. A hiss escapes him once you take him to the hilt, swallowing around him with watery eyes. He marvels at the way your pretty lips stretch around him, taking every single inch of him until his tip makes your throat bulge and your mouth water. You bob your head, licking and sucking him clean. The taste of his cum is so sweet, so perfect, maybe you’re just insanely horny or maybe he’s your new favorite candy. The only thing you’ll have a craving for from this point on.

“That throat is taking me so well.” The vibration of your hum makes Hyunjin bite his lip as he watches you. You bring your hands up to his naked thighs and claw your nails lightly down the exposed skin. His cock twitches in your mouth and your pussy throbs at the feeling of it. You’re a big fan of foreplay, it’s super important and fun and everything but you would do anything to skip all of this and simply feel Hyunjin’s cock sink into your dripping pussy. “This is what you wanted yesterday isn’t it? This is what you wanted when you were staring at my dick?”

The deep rasp of his voice as he asks such filthy questions makes you press your thighs together, Hyunjin moves his foot in between your knees. Kicking your legs apart and taking away the relief you were chasing.

“Need me now?” Your desperate gaze up at him is all the answer that he needs. He lets go of your hair and you slowly come up off of his cock, swirling your tongue around the tip a bit and releasing him with a string of spit still connecting you. He offers you his hand to help you up off of your knees before dropping to his own right in front of you.

With a burning gaze on your naked stomach he unbuttons your jeans and slowly drags them over the curve of your hips. His eyes scan every inch of newly exposed skin, leaving sweet soft kisses against the silky skin of your thighs. He takes a deep breath before pulling your panties down, his hands lingering against your bare skin as he admires your body. He leans in and places a soft kiss against your exposed center once you step out of your panties. What was supposed to be a simple kiss turned into a few kitten licks against your clit which then quickly evolved into long drags of his tongue through your folds while he palms your ass.

“Hyun- Hyunjin holy fuck.” Your fingers thread into his dark strands again, lightly pulling at his roots and milking moans from him. “Please fuck me. Please just fuck me I want to feel you.”

“Gotta get you ready.” He spits onto your clit, watching it drip down your lips a bit before catching with his tongue and spreading it over your folds. “I need my girl dripping around my cock.”

His lips wrap around your clit and you throw your head back in a silent scream before looking down at him. His eyes are closed as he laps at your pussy, sucking and licking like his life depends on it. You admire the shimmer of his fresh piercing as you watch him, pathetic whimpers falling from you as he dangles your orgasm in front of your face. You’ve been thinking about him for hours and now you’ve finally got him. You get to cum on his tongue and watch him slurp up every drip of your essence.

“I’m gonna cum, oh my god.” Your grip on his hair tightens and he hisses against you. He swirls his skilled tongue around your swollen clit a couple of times and you can feel the blistering heat setting all over your body. You’re so close, it’s so good and then he pulls away.

“Hyun-” Your whine is cut off by the soft yet aggressive feeling of his lips on yours.

“I want you to cum on my cock.” The taste of your pussy on his tongue distracts you from the feeling of him guiding you to the couch. He pushes you down, watching you with a smirk as he pushes his damp hair out of his face. You watch as he pulls his shirt over his head, balling it up and using it to dap at the sweat on his forehead before throwing it to the side with the rest of your clothes. “Do me a favor.”

His fingers dig into your plush waist as he positions you. He props his knee on the soft cushion, lining himself up with your entrance and teasing your sopping folds with his leaky tip. “Anything.” You fist the pillow right above you, placing it under your head to get a bit more comfortable.

“Call me baby.” He slips into you before you can even reply to him, stretching you out so deliciously and filling up your gushing pussy until his tip kisses your cervix. The moan that echoes through his apartment is high pitched and airy, your lungs burn from the electricity charged air as you cry out for him, gripping at the couch cushions as you try to ground yourself.

“Baby.” The first time that his hips snap into you his jaw clenches and his eyes roll to the back of his head. His imagination barely did you justice last night, his fist is nothing compared to the way that your pussy is clenching around him. The ungodly squelches of his cock plunging into you sends shivers down his spine.

“Fuck, you’re heaven.” He coos, the rasp in his voice makes your pussy clench around him as he presses your thighs back towards your chest. Hyunjin picks up the pace, snapping into you with unholy force.

It’s been so long since you’ve felt anything but your own fingers and it’s been even longer since you’ve been fucked this good. Not even Minho can top this and he was the best fuck you ever had. The mascara stained tears running down your cheeks translates all of that to Hyunjin without you having to say a word, it’s not like you could say anything but his name even if you wanted to. Your orgasm creeps up on you again, dangling in front of you like bait for a fish.

“Hyun - Hyunjin please don’t stop. Gonna cum gonna -” You cry out as he slams into you, filling you to the hilt and staying as still as possible. “Please please, ‘s so close please.”

“Not yet, baby.” he beckons you with two fingers, motioning for you to sit up. He helps you up, shifting your position so that you’re on top of him. You clench around him at the movement and he hisses at the tight feel of you. He’s close too but he wants you to fall apart on top of him. He wants to see you fall apart up close so that he can fuck his fist to the memory of it for days after.

“Ride me, come on.” A firm slap to your ass makes your hips buck into him as you start to move along his length.

You’re fucked out, chasing your pleasure desperately on top of a pretty man with a pretty cock. He wraps his arms around you, hugging you against his chest when he suddenly starts fucking up into you. He’s impossibly deep and you find yourself gasping for air against his shoulder. Moans and grunts fill the hot air as you fuck each other. For each thrust into you, you grind down on his cock, keeping him deliciously deep in your cunt. Your teeth mindlessly graze over the slope of his shoulder before you bite down into him. Bite, lick, suck. That’s the pattern you follow, over and over again. Making him sing for you as his fingers caress your spine.

“Come on, you can do it harder than that.” He gasps when you accept his challenge, biting into him with a bruising force. His thrusts become more erratic as he nears his climax but he’s determined to let you soak his cock before he pulls out. “Look at me, baby.”

He leans back into the sofa and his hand moves between your bodies once your eyes meet his. His middle and pointer finger rubs circles into your clit while he ruts up into you “Yes yes, yes ‘s so good.”

“You like my cock, pretty girl?” The fog in your brain is so thick that you can’t help but to babble as your orgasm climbs up your spine for the third time tonight.

“Love it. Love cock, you -you’re cock. Hyunjin, ‘m gonna cum o-on your cock.” He thought that you were breathtaking before but watching you cock drunk and fucked out while you’re bouncing on his dick might be his favorite way to see you.

“Go ahead, cum on my cock.” With a few more sloppy thrusts your body trembles against him as you come undone on top of him. He fucks you through it, keeping his fingers pressed against your clit as you squirm on top of him. Your vision goes white and there’s a ringing in your ears that blocks out every word of praise that falls from Hyunjin’s lips. The only thing that you can register is the pressure of his cock as he simultaneously abuses your cervix and clit.

“Hyun- fuck fuckfuck. So much. Too much.” Once you find the strength to open your eyes you're met with Hyunjin smiling up at you with pinched brows. “You can take it.”

“Pull my hair, baby.” Your trembling hands find their way along the familiar path of his scalp seconds after his request. Pulling at his roots with a delicious force that makes Hyunjin’s eyes roll back as he licks his lips.

“Oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.” Moans and whines fall from you nonstop as he fucks into your swollen and sensitive cunt, the wet sound of your arosual where Hyunjin’s cock disappears into you echoes off the walls until he stops, breath hitching in his throat. “Come here.”

His hand is in your hair before you can protest, lifting you off of him and onto your knees. Your cunt feels so empty without him inside of you. “Gonna let me cum on those pretty tits?”

“Yeah, yeah please. Wan' your cum, baby.” He throws his head back, pumping his slick cock in front of your face while you mindlessly slur praises for him. “You’re so fucking pretty, please let me have it. Please, I wan' Jinnie’s cum.”

“Baby, baby, cumming. I’m fucking cumming.” You both watch as thick ropes of his cum paints your breasts. Dripping over your nipples and the shiny studs just how Hyunjin pictured it last night. “Shit.”

Your panting fills the room as you both take a second to come down from your high. Hyunjin offers you his hand, helping you up from your knees and catching you when you stumble a bit with a chuckle. “Let me clean you up so you can lie down.” He sits you on the couch, grabbing his sweats and pulling them on before making his way to the bathroom for a wet cloth.

You blink a couple of times, trying your best to adjust to the light around you. It’s dim but everything seemed darker in your fucked out haze. You settle against the armrest of the sofa, smiling like an idiot while the pulsing of your clit reminds you of everything that just happened. Who would’ve thought that an eyebrow piercing could lead you to having the best fuck of your life. Just as you allow your eyes to flutter shut you feel a heavy vibration under you. With a groan you lift yourself up and search for the source. It’s your jacket, it must be your phone. Oh my gosh, Minho! You sit up with all the strength that you can muster, unlocking your phone and checking your messages.

“Everything alright?” Hyunjin questions as he kneels in front of you with a warm cloth in hand.

“Yup, just fine.” You grin down at your screen before pushing your phone to the side and allowing Hyunjin to wipe you clean.

From Minho: Knew you weren’t coming back.

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I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss | part 29

Warnings: major angst, hurt/no comfort, mentions of an ED. get your tissues out, brace yourself for some pain. I cried and so will you. I'm so sorry for this.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x fem!reader | Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary: Steve shows up at your doorsteps and you take care of him, the way you always did.

Word count: 10.5k+

A/N: shoutout to @hellfire--cult for helping me with this, I couldn't do this without you Roe, I would've given up, this was so hard for me to write. I need therapy now. Also thank you to my sweet angel bff @taintedcigs for being there for me while I was losing it, you're both real ones

To make this even sadder, listen to the 1, the last time, betty, the outro of all too well by Taylor Swift. Oh and Scott Street by Phoebe Bridgers. Thank me later.

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It’s still pouring, the rain is still rolling down your closed windows and the lightning continues to crash through the sky. You can’t fall asleep. You’ve been trying to since you came home, but you can’t. You thought a hot shower would help make you tired, but it didn’t. Now you’re laying in your bed, staring at the ceiling.

You are too giddy to fall asleep. Your heart is still racing. Your skin still feels on fire. You can’t even fight the smile off your face. You feel his hands on your body, his lips on your skin, him. You regret not letting him come home with you. Your bed has never felt emptier. You turn to look at the telephone on your nightstand, contemplating giving him a call but you decide against it when you take a look at the clock, it’s 3am. He must be sleeping already.

Your eyes fall on the picture that wiped the smile off your face when you walked into your room earlier. A sigh falls from your lips. You need to talk to him. You need to talk to Steve.

This night has changed everything.

Your feelings have changed. They have evolved into something even bigger. You have been aware of your feelings for Eddie for a while now, but you never let them out completely. You were too afraid, too scared to get rejected, too scared to lose him because you once again, couldn’t stop yourself from falling for your best friend.

Your best friend who wants you just as much as you want him.

Your stomach flutters and a smile tugs at your lips – your lips that are still tingling from the feeling of all the kisses. You touch them, closing your eyes as you picture him, the way he held you, the way he said your name, the way he couldn’t get enough of you, the way he was so proud to call himself yours. He’s been dreaming about this, he’s been dreaming about you for months.

You never thought that you could feel this way again. You never thought that you could smile again at the thought of someone else. You never thought that you would love again.

Not after him.

Steve had shattered your heart in a million pieces. He stripped you of your powers. He took everything away from you. He made you doubt yourself and everyone around you. You suffered for weeks and months, not knowing how to keep going, not knowing how to get out of bed every morning. You stopped eating. You stopped reading. You lost your joy in the things you used to love doing. You felt so lost and hopeless but you forced yourself to keep going. It felt like learning how to walk again.

But you weren’t alone, you had the people who cared for you.

But most importantly, you had him. Eddie was there. Eddie was there for you, every step of the way. He never left, not even on your worst days. He was there, he was always there and he stayed.

Your heart skips a beat and your chest fills with warmth when you think of all the times he cheered you up and gave you a shoulder to cry on. When he took care of you despite you not asking him to. He stopped by the coffee shop every morning to get you a coffee and some breakfast, sometimes he came late to school because of it but he didn’t care. He’d take you out to the diner, knowing that you haven’t been eating, he brought you your favorite snacks for movie nights. He knew you were struggling to eat and he did everything to help you without pressuring you to talk about something that he knew would make you uncomfortable.

He gave you the reassurance that you needed.

He took care of you in ways no one else ever did.

And he never asked for anything back either.

He just did it because he wanted to, because he cares about you, because you mean something to him, because you always meant something to him, because you were always something more than a friend to him and he always wanted what’s best for you. All while watching you pine after a guy who broke your heart. He even gave you hope that maybe, you and Steve could find your way back to each other someday – all just because he wanted you to be happy.

You don’t know what comes over you, but tears well up in your eyes.

Eddie always just wanted you to be happy.

You sit up, no longer wanting to wait for the next day to come, you need to see him now.

You throw the cover off your body, your bare feet hit the soft carpet. Your hair is still a little wet from the shower you took but you couldn’t care less. You turn on the light on your nightstand before you rush over to your closet and pick out a sweater, not bothering to change into jeans or a skirt, you leave your plaid pajama pants on and throw the black sweater over your head.

Your heart is pounding in excitement when you think about how he kissed you before you left, how he didn’t want to leave, how he wanted more and more. You can’t wait to do it again. You can’t wait to pull him into a kiss, to hug him, to tell him what you should’ve told him a long time ago.

You take a look in the mirror, smoothing out your hair a little, you put perfume on your skin before you turn around and leave your room, slowly creeping down the stairs, not wanting to wake your mom. You leave the light off as you slip into your Vans, you grab your car keys and you open the door, about to step into night but the smile that was lingering on your face fades away so quickly when you find Steve on your doorsteps.

Steve who was just about to ring the doorbell.

Steve who is soaked from the rain, despite driving here. You can see his BMW in your driveway. How long has he been standing out in the rain?

It takes you a moment to realize the state he is in.

His face is not only soaked from the rain, it’s also soaked with tears. His eyes are red and glassy. His bottom lip is trembling. His body is shaking and you don’t know whether it’s from the tears or the cold rain. He is barely standing and as you take a step closer, you can smell the whiskey in his breath.

Your heart drops to your stomach when you realize that he drove here drunk.

“Steve?” You whisper as though in disbelief.

What is he doing here at 3am? Why is he crying?

Drops of water roll down his face, his hazel eyes are filled with pain as tears continue to fall from them.

He says your name with a pained voice, shakily and sadly.

“I-I needed to see you.”

Your heart breaks at the trembling in his voice.

You furrow your brows, looking him up and down in concern.

What happened to him?

“Dolly, I’m so– I’m so sorry,” he slurs as a sob falls from his lips. He loses his balance and stumbles forward, almost crashing to the ground, but you catch him, wrapping your arms around his waist and holding him up as best as you can. He instantly latches onto you, pulling you against him and holding you tightly.

You blink in confusion, your heart starts pounding faster.

He is crying, he is still crying, holding you tighter than before as he buries his face in your neck. You let him. Despite the confusion that is rushing through you, you let him hold you like this for a moment, only letting go to close the front door and taking the keys from his hands, before you wrap your arms around him again. The rain is soaking through your clothes, his tears are falling onto you, he is holding you so tightly, like he’s afraid to let you go.

“It’s okay,” you whisper as you rub his back, not knowing what else to do.

Did he get into a fight with his dad again?

“I got you, Steve.”

Your words seem to make it even worse though, his body starts shaking even more as soft sobs fall from his lips. He grabs the material of your sweater so tightly, mumbling incoherent words into your neck.

You feel so helpless, not knowing what to do or what to say, so you just hold him.

This happened before, him showing up at your house in the middle of the night, drunk out of his mind with tears streaming down his face, he collapsed into your arms the moment you opened the door, rambling and slurring out words. You later on found out that he had gotten into a fight with his dad about his grades and his future.

But that wasn’t all, you just don’t know the rest of the story, Steve never told you about the things his dad had said to him – how you would leave if he didn’t get his shit together, how you would go off to college by yourself and learn how to live without him, how he would stay back in Hawkins while you would live your life somewhere else without him.

He is sobbing quietly, keeping his face buried in your neck, melting further into your arms.

“Steve,” you whisper as you rub your hand up and down his spine. You longingly look at the keys you’re still holding, a soft sigh falling from your lips. You won’t see him tonight. “Come on.”

“N-No,” he mumbles, thinking you want him to leave.

“Let’s go upstairs, Steve.”

You let go of him and grab his arms softly, trying to move back.

He sniffles as he loosens his grip on you, leaning back, he looks at you through his glassy eyes. He takes in the sight of your face, taking a moment to look at you.

You don’t know what’s going on in his troubled mind but his eyes tell you that he is suffering, and looking at you, makes him cry even harder. Though this time, he presses his lips together, trying not to sob.

Your own eyes fill with sadness the longer you look at him. You move your palm down his arm, taking his hand, you hold it tightly as you lead him towards the stairs. You drop both yours and his keys on the counter, taking another sad look at them before you turn to Steve, making sure that he doesn’t stumble again. He is taking slow but shaky steps, holding your hand tighter than before.

You look up, hoping that you didn’t wake your mom.

You step into your room and you close the door after he walks in, noticing that you forgot to turn off the light earlier.

His sniffles quiet down and you think the worst is over, that he calmed down after letting his tears fall, the tears that he probably kept in for way too long. Steve rarely ever cries or breaks down, he hates it, he hates being vulnerable. So, he keeps it in and he lets all his emotions pile up until there’s no space left.

A look around your room, a glance at a picture of you and him, and the closed window is enough to make him cry again. He lets go of you and hides his face behind his hands.

You feel so lost and don’t know what to do. Not even the worst fight with his dad resulted in this. Your own eyes well up with tears, your heart breaks at the sound of his cries. He once again, collapses into your arms the moment you take a step towards him, this time you lose your balance and your knees buckle causing you both to fall. You drop to your knees as he does too, still holding onto you, tighter than before if that is even possible. He wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face in your chest this time.

“Steve,” you whisper shakily, on the verge of breaking down yourself when he clings to you like he never did before. You know it must be bad.

He feels your hand running down his back, cupping the back of his head, trying to calm him down as you do your best to comfort him. He breathes you in, something that makes his heart shatter even more.

“I-I ruined everything,” he sobs into your chest. “I ruined you, I broke your heart, I broke you,” he slurs. “I-I was.. I found your note, I never read it. I never said I love you, I just, I didn’t say it back, I didn’t say I love you, I didn’t– I put it away, I didn’t read it until now.”

Oh.

Now you understand.

You furrow your brows and your eyes blur with tears.

It doesn’t break your heart to find out that he never read that note, it didn’t matter anyway, he dumped you the next day. You got your answer. But your heart hurts for the girl you once were. The girl who loved him so unconditionally. The girl who cried herself to sleep after each fight. The girl who just wanted him to love her back.

You swallow the lump in your throat and tighten your hold on him.

“It’s okay, Steve.”

He shakes his head and he pulls back a little, looking at you with his sad eyes.

You nod before he can protest. You let go of him to cup his cheeks, trying to wipe the tears, but they keep falling and falling.

“It’s okay,” you whisper, trying to convince him but his hazel eyes look back at you so brokenly.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispers, reaching his hands up to grab your wrists. “I’m so sorry for everything I did to you, dolly.”

You shake your head, opening your mouth to speak but he cuts you off, not letting you.

“Please forgive me,” he cries.

“Steve..” You frown, trying to catch the tears that keep escaping his eyes. You forgave him already. You forgave him because you never wanted to lose him. The past cannot be erased, not even if you were pained or happy, so the only thing is to look forward, and you don’t want to lose him in the future. He needs to understand that but no matter what you say now, he won’t listen.

“Dolly, you don’t understand.” As he says these words to you, he looks at you with pleading eyes.

You shake your head, a pained expression taking over your face.

He opens his mouth to speak when a knock on your door interrupts him. You tear your eyes away from him, looking at your door, startled.

Your mom’s voice sounds through the hallway as she knocks on your door again, “is everything okay?”

“Y-Yeah, hold on!” You call out to her before you turn back to him. Moving your hands down to his arms. “Come on, let’s get you up.”

He doesn’t protest, instead he takes your hands and stands up with you.

You lead him towards your bed and push him down, placing your hands on his shoulders, you look into his eyes, “I should go talk to my mom, she’s probably worried about the noises.”

He sniffles, nodding at you.

Before you can move away, your door opens, the light in the hallways shining into your room. You’re met with your mom’s concerned eyes, she looks at you first before her eyes find Steve’s figure sitting on your bed. Her eyes widen and she gasps as she takes in the sight of him.

“Steve, honey, you don’t look good, are you okay?”

That only seems to make him sadder. No sounds escape him but the tears fall even harder than before and the urge to break down yourself feels stronger than ever.

Your mom looks just as helpless as you do, you may not talk to her about your feelings but she can read you like an open book, and right now, she can see how much you’re suffering too.

“We’re okay, mom. I-I got this, you should go back to sleep.”

She hesitates. Looking at you with worried eyes.

You nod at her, pleading with your tear filled eyes.

She sighs, face falling a little. You feel bad for shutting her out but she had enough to deal with herself in the past few years, she shouldn’t deal with your problems now too.

She nods at you, taking another look at Steve before her eyes meet yours again, “let me know if you need anything.”

“I will, mom.”

She closes the door, leaving you alone with him.

You close your eyes for a moment, taking a deep and shaky breath, trying to fight the tears.

He is still holding your hand and crying his eyes out.

You take a look at him and suddenly feel like throwing up because of the overwhelming pressure in your chest. You can’t take this.

He looks up at you, tears rolling down his red cheeks, he looks so heartbroken and you can’t stand to see him like this. It hurts so bad. It fills you with so much sadness but also with anger because none of this would have happened if he wouldn’t have changed his mind about you.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes, you’re gonna get sick if you stay in these any longer.”

You turn around, letting go of his hand, you walk to your closet and open the door, taking out the box that you’ve been meaning to give him back months ago. You take the lid off and rummage through it until you find what you’re looking for, one of his old shirts. The whole time, you’re biting back tears, not wanting to cry. It’s hard not to when you have to face him again.

Why does he have to begin this over and over again?

You’ve been here before. You’ve done this time and time. You forgave him already, you gave him a second chance, you were ready to move on.

Why does he have to do this now?

He is staring at you with a sullen look in his eyes, there is so much sadness, so much pain and heartbreak in the eyes you used to love so much.

“Here,” you whisper, placing the shirt on your bed, beside him. “Take your shirt off, Steve.”

He can barely see through his vision, his bottom lip is trembling, his hands are shaking, his whole body is shaking from both the coldness that is seeping through his shirt and the pain that he put himself in.

He reaches for the hem of his shirt, clumsily.

You sigh and step towards him, leaning down, you push his hands away gently, grabbing the wet material and pulling the shirt over his head.

“Do you want to take a warm shower?” You ask, putting your hands on his cold arms. “You’re freezing, Steve.”

He shakes his head.

“Okay,” you sigh and hand him the black shirt. “Here, put this one.”

“Okay,” he whispers, watching you take his wet shirt and walking into the bathroom. His eyes follow you like the ones of a lost puppy. He no longer feels the tears running down his face, he’s been crying all night, his chest has been hurting badly from the moment he started reading old notes. The way you’re taking care of him after everything that he has done to you, makes him feel even worse.

You walk back into the room a moment later.

He is wiping his tears away after putting the shirt on. You can tell that he tries to hold himself together, not wanting to break into sobs again, but you know that he is struggling to with his emotions in overdrive and the alcohol in his system.

“I’m gonna get you some water–”

“No, please don’t leave me.”

You had never heard him sound so heartbroken, so desperate and scared.

You had never seen him look like this, so fragile and broken.

“Please.”

He takes your hand in his.

“I don’t… I don’t deserve you–”

You sigh, shaking your head as you sit down beside him.

“Steve, stop! We’re friends, we’re over this okay? You need to stop doing this, we talked it all out. I forgave you–”

He shakes his head, catching you off guard when he moves towards you and cups your cheeks.

“I wanted everything with you. I wanted you to be the one so bad. I know we were too young to think so far ahead but.. I wanted it all with you, I wanted to marry you and have kids with you but then I fucked it all up, I ruined everything. I-I don’t know what happened to me, I don’t know what’s wrong with me and why I break everything.”

Your eyes widen in shock, tears you can no longer hold back fall from your eyes and roll down your cheeks. You open your mouth but no words come out. You are too stunned to speak.

You never knew how he truly felt about you and about your future together. You knew that he wanted to go to college with you but that was the only part about your shared future that was mentioned – aside from the promise he made to never stop loving you.

Despite the state of shock that you’re in, you cannot help but cry for the girl that wanted it all with him.

“I don’t deserve you, fuck. I don’t deserve you– and you don’t deserve me. You don’t deserve someone like me, you don’t deserve how I treated you, you don’t deserve how I made you feel, you don’t deserve the pain I made you go through, because you’re so good, and so perfect, and I destroyed that.. I destroyed you.” His voice is so shaky, his tears won’t stop falling, neither do yours. But he wipes them away softly.

Your bottom lip trembles as you look at him in pain.

“Steve..”

He searches for something in your eyes – anger, hatred, rage. But he can’t find any of it. After everything that he put you through, you still got love for him and it makes him hate himself even more.

He knew what he did to you, what he put you through. Yet, only tonight it really sank in, how much he truly hurt you. How much he hurt that one person that he would give everything for – his heart, his soul, everything.

“I’m so sorry for everything, baby.” His voice breaks and he closes his eyes as he lets his head hang low. Only a second passes, before you pull him into your arms again.

“It’s okay, Steve,” you whisper.

It’s not okay. How could it ever be okay?

He left a deep scar, one that you will carry for the rest of your life and there is nothing he can do to fix it.

He wraps his arms around your body and pulls you in, closer and closer until you’re flush against him, in search of your warmth, he buries his face in your neck. He breathes you in and holds you tightly, like it’s the last time. Enjoying the feeling of your hand running up and down his spine as your other hand cups the back of his head. His lips touch your skin, he is unaware of the marks on your neck. He is unaware of who’s hands, who’s lips have touched your body tonight.

“I’m still your dolly, Steve,” you whisper into his shoulder.

Yes, you are still his best friend.

Still his dolly.

But never his girl again.

You stare into nothing as you hold him, breathing slowly. Your lips are pressed against his shoulder, you tighten your arms around him even when his cries quiet down and his breathing slows down, you still hold him, not ready to let go just yet.

The room becomes silent, so silent that you suddenly miss the sound of his voice.

“Steve?” You whisper.

His head is laying on your shoulder, his breathing slow and steady. You know that he had fallen asleep but you still whisper his name again. When you get no response, you move back slowly, careful not to wake him. You push him down softly, adjusting the pillow beneath him.

Your eyes soften as you take in the sight of him. You scoot closer to him, bringing your hands up to his face, you wipe the fallen tears and caress his cheek. Running your fingers through his hair and pushing away the fallen strands.

You blink, feeling the hot tears burning in your eyes.

The joy in your heart faded the moment he crashed into your arms. Right now, it’s just hurting.

You know why he came here tonight.

Not for comfort. Not for a second chance. Not for forgiveness. No. He came to end things, once and for all.

With a heavy heart, you tear your eyes away from him and push yourself up. You lean down to take his Nike’s off, you lift his legs up on the bed and grab the covers, pulling them up to his chest. You notice the wristband, the one you gave him two nights ago, he is wearing it.

You can’t remember the last time he was here in your room, let alone in your bed. It’s odd, almost strange to see him here.

You look out your window, noticing that the rain has stopped falling. You hear the tires of a car screeching through the night. Jimmy Davidson must be back from college, you think. The jock is the only in town who drives like a maniac – well, besides Billy Hargrove and Eddie.

You take one last look at him before you turn around and leave your room, wanting to grab some water and advil for him. You close the door carefully and make your way downstairs.

You notice that the lights are on in the kitchen. The smell of hot chocolate lingers in the air. Your mom is still awake. You find her sitting at the table by the window, with a magazine in front of her. A blanket around her shoulder and glasses perched on her nose.

You feel bad for waking her up, knowing that she works the morning shift this week. But just her presence alone gives you the comfort that you so desperately need, right now.

She looks up when she feels your presence. She takes her reading glasses off and places them on the table, pushing the blanket off as she stands up, she wastes no second to make her way towards you, the same concerned look as before resting in her features.

“Is Steve okay?”

You nod, swallowing the lump in your throat and blinking the tears away.

“Yeah. He’s sleeping now.”

She knows that you’re not telling her everything, you never are.

Sighing, she raises her hand towards your face, cupping your cheek as she gives you a smile, a sad one.

“Are you okay?”

Tears that you have just blinked away, well up in your eyes again. This time you hesitate. This time you can’t tell her that you feel okay or even good. You can’t hold your feelings back, not tonight.

“You can talk to me. You never do and you always hold yourself back with me. I am your mother and I will listen to you, I’m here for you. So please, talk to me, sweetheart.”

You look into her kind eyes and you suddenly feel like breaking down. You have been holding back for so long, hiding your true feelings, not letting them shine through out of fear that this would happen.

But everything is crumbling now, all the last pieces that were holding you and Steve together had fallen apart the moment you had broken the barrier and kissed him.

You don’t know where to start, there is so much to tell.

So, you start with something you’ve been dying to get off your chest.

“I love Eddie, mom.”

It feels like a relief to finally say it out loud, the words that you kept away for so long are now out in the open and.. it feels right.

You watch for surprise to flash in her eyes but there is none. In fact, she doesn’t give you much of a reaction at all. A knowing look crosses her face, that’s all.

“Is that why Steve was crying?”

You shake your head.

“No. He doesn’t know,” you mumble, looking down. “I haven’t told him yet.”

“Then what happened to him?”

You can hear the worry in her voice. You wonder if it will still be there when you tell her what he did to you. You never told her why he left. You never told her how much he hurt you. You never wanted her to think badly of him, not even after he broke your heart so carelessly.

It feels like the world is weighing on your shoulders and the urge to throw it off feels so strong. You’ve been carrying it around for too long.

“He came to apologize, to ask for forgiveness.”

“Forgiveness?” She asks. “Did you two get into a fight?”

“No, mom.”

She tilts her head, giving you a questioning look.

“Can we sit down?” You nudge your chin towards the table. “It’s a lot to talk about.”

She nods, a smile tugging at her lips. She wraps her arm around your shoulder and she leads you to the table.

You sit down by the window and watch her move to the other side. She doesn’t take a seat though, instead she grabs the blanket and walks back to you, wrapping it around your shoulders and stepping away for a moment.

Your eyes follow her in curiosity.

She grabs your favorite mug from the cupboard and places it on the counter.

You prop your chin on your palm and watch how she makes you a hot chocolate, the way you always loved it, with mini marshmallows on top.

As you watch her move around in the kitchen, you realize how much you have missed this, how much you have missed your mom. This reminds you of older days, simpler days. Days where you had woken up from nightmares and sneaked into your parents room to wake your mom. She always knew how to comfort you. Instead of taking you back to bed and reading you a story, she always took you downstairs, made you hot chocolate and let you talk about whatever had troubled your young mind.

And now you’re so much older and you don’t talk anymore. But you need to, you need to talk about it all so badly. So, you do.

You tell her everything – from the sweetest note, to your overthinking, to all the fights she never knew about, to Nancy, to Tina’s Halloween party, to Eddie… You tell her absolutely everything.

Tears fall as you talk about it all with a heavy heart. Relieving all the painful moments of your life and feeling the guilt of watching her eyes flash with sadness when she finally finds out the truth.

How you cried yourself to sleep. How you stopped eating and pretended to be okay in front of everyone. How heartbroken you were after he left. How unloved you felt for so long. How you have lost yourself after losing him before Eddie stepped into your life. How much Steve changed because of her. How he came back to you. How much he cared about you after all. How much he loved you after all.

And as you finally talk, you can feel the weight getting lighter and lighter, falling off your shoulders but not completely. Not yet. But you let it all out, just like you tried with Robin but this feels different, your mom doesn’t try to lecture you, she doesn’t tell you what to do, what’s right and what’s wrong – she just listens because she knows that this is what you need.

To talk, to cry, to feel.

And when your tears stop falling and you calm down, she wraps her arms around you and pulls you into a tight hug.

“You are such a brave girl. I know you had your friends with you, and Eddie especially. But you didn’t have to be alone in this. I was here. I have always been here, my sweet girl. You were never alone, you were never unloved.”

You close your eyes, ignoring the trembling in your lips and the shakiness in your hands as you hug her tightly, laying your chin on her shoulder. She rubs your back and squeezes you.

In her arms you feel safe and comforted, you don’t need to hide, you don’t need to feel embarrassed or scared. You’re just safe and at home.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, mom,” you whisper when you realize how lost you’d truly be if you didn’t have her. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“I’ll always be here, sweetheart.”

You sniffle, falling silent again.

“You know.. I always knew by the way.”

“Huh?”

“That you loved Eddie.”

Shocked at her words, you pull away from the hug and stare at her with wide eyes.

“I know how to see your emotions through your eyes, my love. I am not your mother for nothing,” she laughs while wiping away your fallen tears, tucking your hair behind your ear.

You roll your eyes with a soft smile on your face.

“And I also knew about Eddie’s feelings. That boy would blush every time he came to pick you up and you would come down with a new dress or skirt. I don’t know how you didn’t see his ears getting all red.”

Your eyes grow bigger, softening after her words as you’re beaming at her.

“You think he loves me, mom?”

She giggles, staring at you as though you’ve gone crazy.

“Someone would have to be blind and deaf to not notice that.”

You blush at her words, though you can’t hide the excitement that crosses your face when you think about him, when you think about seeing him later. You look at each other, as though she can read your mind, you both start giggling.

She looks at you fondly, squeezing your hand.

“You know that I’m proud of you, right?” She smiles. “You’re so strong. You have always been a fighter.”

“No. Not always,” you shake your head. “I didn’t always fight for what I wanted.”

“But now you do, right?”

You nod.

“Yeah, now I do.”

Your mom looks towards the stairs. You know what’s on her mind. You saw the disappointment, the anger and the sadness in her eyes when you told her the truth about Steve.

You know that she isn’t angry at him – she would have been had you told her the truth from the start. But a year has passed and things have changed. Steve has changed. You have changed. And despite what you have gone through, you still love him.

And that is another reason for your tears. Steve has always been a part of your life and she knows that you are afraid to lose him again. You might lose your best friend.

“And do you still love Steve?”

“I do..” You whisper. “That’s why it’s all so.. complicated.”

“Is it?” She asks, giving you a small smile. “Or do you make it complicated?”

You tilt your head, raising your brows at her question.

“You can love them both and they will both be special to you, no matter what. But you can be in love with only one person.”

You let her words sink in, but your heart only hurts more.

You have been here so many times already. You have told yourself that you let him go, you have convinced yourself that you did but did you ever let him go? Did you ever allow yourself to move past it? No. Because letting go of him always filled you with so much fear.

“I don’t want to lose him.”

The pain in your eyes is very telling. The sadness gives away who you are talking about.

“But the love you once had for him is somewhere else now, right?”

You’re biting back tears. And after a few minutes of silence, you nod.

“I love Eddie, mom. I really really love Eddie.”

She smiles at your words, taking your hand, she looks into your eyes.

“You know what you have to do then.. right?”

You nod, getting sadder each passing second.

“Yes,” you whisper. “I just– I don’t want to hurt him anymore.”

“You will hurt him more if you don’t talk to him. You need to give him closure. It’s the right thing to do, and it’s the only way the two of you can be happy.”

“I know,” you whisper, shakily.

She gives you an encouraging smile, “you got this, sweetheart. It’s gonna be okay.”

“I hope so..”

She holds your hand a little tighter, giving it a squeeze.

“You should get some sleep. You can sleep in my bed if you don’t wanna go back there. I gotta start getting ready for work now.”

“Already?” You frown as you turn around to look at the clock. It’s 4:30 am already.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry for keeping you up. You really needed your sleep.”

She shakes her head at you, “no, it’s okay. I’m glad you finally talked to me.”

You smile at her, tilting your head to the side, “me too.”

“Take it easy, okay?”

You nod.

She gives your hand a pat before she gets up, ruffling your hair playfully as she moves past you, making you chuckle.

“Hey mom?”

She turns around before stepping out into the hallway, looking back at you.

“Thank you.”

Her gaze softens, brows knitting together.

“Of course, sweetie,” the soft sound of your mom’s voice sounds through the kitchen. “I’m gonna go check on him.”

“Okay,” you nod.

She gives you another smile before she turns around, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

With a sigh, you look down and reach for the now half empty mug, you pull your knees up to your chest, taking a sip of the hot chocolate as you look out the window.

It’s still dark out, the world is still sleeping, and you enjoy the last moments of this.

You’re not ready for the morning to come.

You’re still not ready.

Steve’s head is pounding, the pain is excruciating. He can’t open his eyes, not yet. The sun that is shining into the room is too bright. A groan falls from his lips and he clutches the pillow beneath his head, squeezing his eyes shut after trying to open them.

He hears the birds chirping outside, he must have left his window open last night. He smells the fresh air, it instantly calms the sickening feeling in his chest a little. He sinks into the pillows and breathes in.

The sweet and floral scent is so pleasant, it smells like you. He takes another deep breath, he smells your perfume, your shampoo, your vanilla body wash. His heart flutters and he can’t help but melt into the warmth of the bed and the scents that linger. He feels safe and comforted.

It takes him a moment to realize that his pillows shouldn’t smell like you or your perfume. His bed isn’t usually this comfortable either.

Steve opens his eyes slowly, groaning in pain when the light shines directly into his face. Hiding behind his hands, he sits up. He rubs his eyes and runs his hand through his messy hair. Turning his back to the window, he squints his eyes as he opens them again, trying to get used to the light.

His throat feels so dry that it hurts and his head is killing him. He can still taste the whiskey on his tongue, it makes him nauseous.

Once his eyes are fully adjusted to the light, he takes a look around the room and his heart skips in his chest, his red rimmed eyes widen when he realizes where he is.

His stomach drops when he finds Advil on your nightstand next to a glass of water.

“Oh fuck,” he groans as he buries his face back in his hands. Dread fills him when he starts to remember the previous night.

The note. The Whiskey that he stole from his dad’s office. The tears that streamed down his face when he carelessly drove to your house drunk. You. He remembers the way you held him, the way you cried too.

“Fuck,” he whispers, tugging at his hair.

He chugs down the glass of water and after a moment of hesitation, he gets up from your bed and looks down at himself, noticing the new– well, old shirt. He puts on his Nike’s and walks into your bathroom to splash some cold water on his face but when he turns on the light and he takes a look into the mirror, he can’t help but feel sick. His eyes are red and puffy from all the crying, his skin looks pale and his hair has never looked worse than it does right now.

He shakes his head at himself, hating his reflection more than anything, right now.

With a sigh, he looks down, gripping the counter tightly, knowing that he has to face you now.

He knows that there’s a small chance that you aren’t home, that you have left. But he knows that you wouldn’t do it while he is here, not even if you’re upset with him.

After washing his face with cold water and using your mouth wash to get rid of that awful taste of whiskey, he walks back into your room, trying not to let the sadness take hold of him again but it’s hard not to fall into the pit of darkness again when he stands inside the room of the girl he loves, the girl he has made so many memories with, in here and anywhere else in this stupid small town.

From good memories to bad ones.

From innocent ones like picking flowers for you at the age of 12 to buying you a bouquet of flowers for your 16th birthday.

From comforting hugs at school to cuddling in your bed at nights.

From first kisses on your bedroom floor to more passionate kisses in his car after every stop at the streetlight.

From making love in your bed to fighting in your room with tears streaming down your face.

He sees the box on the ground, the one that you took out of your closet, last night. You kept his things, just like he kept yours.

Did you struggle to get rid of them like he did?

Did you keep them in hopes that you would find your way back together someday?

His hands are starting to get clammy, his heart starts pounding again. He takes another look around your room before he opens the door and steps out into the hallway.

The faint sound of the music coming from the radio tells him that you are in the kitchen. He makes his way downstairs, ignoring the shakiness in his legs or his hands. The smell of coffee lingers in the air.

He presses his lips together as he takes a deep breath before he steps into the kitchen.

You’re leaning against the counter, your chin is propped on your hand, a book lying in front of you, you haven’t noticed him yet and Steve takes that as a chance to look at you.

Your hand is wrapped around a mug that Eddie must have given you, you told him that he loves Garfield. He laughed about it when you did.

It’s only 8 am. He knows you’re not working today, yet you’re already so put together. Make up on your already beautiful skin, hair done in waves, you’re wearing an outfit you certainly didn’t wear yesterday. God, you look so beautiful that it hurts.

His heart longs for you, his hands itch to touch you – something that he could’ve done.

In a different world, he would pull you into his arms and shower you with kisses, he would hold you, not wanting to let you go. He would make breakfast for you and then you would spend the day together.

But you’re in this world.

In a world where he can’t kiss you or hold you or spend the day with you.

“Hey..”

You raise your head and your glassy eyes meet his.

Another wave of guilt rushes through him. You cried. You cried because of him again.

“Hi,” you whisper as you close your book and straighten your back, you look him up and down.

Steve hates how concerned you look, how worried you are over him.

You take a step forward, giving him a small smile.

“Are you feeling okay?”

He shrugs, trying to smile back at you.

“I’ll make you a coffee, you should sit,” you nudge your head into the direction of the kitchen table.

“Okay.”

He walks to the table and takes the seat that was once his. It’s been a long time since he sat here and watched you.

You make the coffee first, pouring some into a Hawkins High mug. You add two sugars, still knowing how he likes his coffee.

“When’s the last time you ate?”

You place the mug in front of him, eying him with softness in your eyes, something that makes all of this even harder.

He blinks, shrugging at your words.

“Okay,” you sigh and pull back your hair, without thinking. “Bagels or Toast? I’ll make you some eggs if you want–”

Your voice becomes faint, like he’s under water, sinking further and further into the deep end. The marks on your neck are now visible to him, the hickeys that he left. Steve is not shocked or even surprised. He already knew when he came to you, last night. It was obvious, even through his drunken haze, he could see it in your eyes, the happiness that shined in them before you took in the sight of him.

It still hurts.

And it hurts even more to think about you with him, especially in that way.

“Toast is just fine,” he mumbles.

“Okay, Steve,” you whisper, this was always his go-to breakfast after a night out. Black coffee and toast. It’s plain but it’s the only thing he gets down.

He keeps watching you. Eyes following your every moment.

There is so much sadness inside of him but there is also more, there is acceptance. He knows why he came here last night.

Bits and pieces start to return to him. He remembers what he confessed to you, how you held him, how you took care of him, how you comforted him.

He truly never deserved you.

You place a plate in front of him, “you sure you want nothing else?” You point to the buttered toast. You added a few berries on the side.

He gives you a smile, “you know I’ll probably get sick if I eat anything else,” he says, chuckling for the first time today.

“Yeah,” you breathe. “You always had a weak stomach.”

“Only when I drink whiskey.”

You nod, sitting down opposite of him. You take a sip of your coffee and lean back. You look down and reach for the magazine that your mom was reading earlier, not wanting to make him uncomfortable by staring.

Steve looks up at you and he just knows it’s the last time that he will have your coffee and your toast.

It’s the last time he will get to sit here with you.

So, for a moment, he pretends that everything is alright, that this is normal, that this is something you both do every day and for the rest of your lives, that he didn’t mess up, that everything is fine.

He takes a few sips of the coffee and eats the toast, and when he’s done, he takes a deep breath and pushes the plate aside, not looking up from the coffee just yet.

“I’m sorry.”

You close the magazine, sighing as you finally look up.

“You said that already… many times, Steve.”

He doesn’t say anything to that. He only looks up at you, his eyes scan your face, his lips twitch.

“You look happy, dolly.”

What?

You shake your head a little, furrowing your brows as you stare at him in confusion.

“You have color in your skin again, you no longer.. are skin and bones,” he says, quietly. Looking down as his eyes fill with guilt, knowing that you stopped eating because of how heartbroken you were. “Your hair is longer, your nails are painted black– a color I didn’t like you putting on because I was a fucking asshole..”

“Steve–”

He shakes his head at you, not wanting you to interrupt him.

“You wear stuff you always told me you wanted to buy, you started wearing makeup, the heavy kind you once tried and loved but thought it was too much,” he says with a smile on his face, a knowing one.

You see the way his eyes fall to your neck and your heart jumps when you realize what he is looking at. Surprisingly, there is no shock in his eyes, jealousy or even anger, just sadness. He knows everything and it’s not the marks on your skin he needed to look at.

“You are living again.. and god, I want to hate him for it but.. how can I when he saved you from the pain I put you through?”

Your eyes burn with tears.

“I’m done standing in your way–”

“Steve,” you whisper, shaking your head. “Y-You’re not standing in the way.”

“Yes, I am.” His voice is thick with tears and by the way he is blinking, you can tell that he is trying not to cry.

He looks down at the necklace you are wearing, the locket he had put around your neck, months ago.

He knows that there is no picture of him inside and as much as it hurts, it’s okay.

He didn’t come here to fight for you. He didn’t come here for a second chance or to get you back. He came here to let you go. So you could find happiness, the way you always deserved it.

“And I don’t want to anymore. I want you to be happy.”

Your bottom lip starts trembling again.

“And I know that you will be with him,” he says as he tears his away from the marks on your neck and he looks into your glassy eyes. “He would never do what I did. He would never put you through all of this.”

You sniffle, looking into your best friend’s eyes. There is so much pain and sadness lingering in them and you hate it, you hate it so much.

“I never let you go, dolly,” he finally admits with a heavy sigh. “Not at Tina’s Halloween party, not when I came to see you the next day, not after we went to Jimmy’s party together. I never let you go.”

Your brows knit together, eyes that stare back at him with pain, fill with more tears. You don’t know what to say, so you say nothing and you look into the brown eyes you always loved so much.

You never let him go either, that’s why it hurts so much.

Knowing that this is the last time crushes your heart in a new way. You know that this could not only be the end of the relationship you always held onto. This could be the end of everything.

This was always your worst fear. Losing him.

You have lost him before but you always knew that he would come back.

And he always knew it too.

But this, this is different.

And this hurts even more than it did the first time.

You still love him, there is no doubt about that. Steve can see it in your eyes, it’s in the way you look at him, it’s in the way your lips tremble and your hands shake as fear crosses your face. You’re scared to lose him.

How could he ever think anything else? How could he ever doubt your love for him when it’s so clearly written on your face? Even now.

Steve can’t help but wonder; would it have worked out between you if there wasn’t someone else?

If Nancy never stepped into his life.

If Eddie never stepped into your life.

Would you have stayed together?

Would you have broken up either way?

Would you have found your way back together in the future?

Would he have been able to make it up to you?

Would you get your happy ending then?

“I dropped some heavy stuff on you last night,” he mumbles, cheeks flushing red when he remembers all the things he had said to you.

“Oh, you mean marriage and kids?” You ask as a smile tugs on your lips when you see him blushing.

He scratches the back of his neck, scrunching his face up, “yeah..”

You laugh a little, leaning your elbow on the table, you cup your cheek, “well, I never thought that far ahead when we were still together. I mean, I never knew what I wanted for my future but I knew that I wanted you in it,” you say, watching the way he nods at you. “And maybe a cat or a dog.”

He chuckles.

“Or maybe a few cats and a dog.”

A fond smile reaches his face as he stares at you, shaking his head at the thought of all the pets you’d bring home while he’d– his smile begins to fade, it will never happen.

“Well, I’m sure that Eddie will love that.”

Your heart flutters at the thought of a future with him. Yeah, Eddie will love that.

“You’ll be happy with him. He will make you happy,” he says confidently because he knows that he will. “And if not, well, then I’ll take you back to that treehouse and I’ll marry you again.”

A laugh falls from your lips as a tear finally rolls down your cheek.

“The treehouse we got married in when we were ten?”

“Yeah,” he whispers. “That one. You know I still got that paper ring,” he says with a serious face.

“I do too, I put it in a box,” you giggle.

His eyes light up and he smiles at you, but he watches the tear roll down your cheek and then another. He stands up and he walks over to you, his heart skips a beat when you look up at him with your beautiful eyes. He cups your cheeks, wiping away the tears.

“I don’t want you to cry over me anymore,” he whispers, holding your face for the last time.

“Steve,” you whisper, shakily.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s okay.”

You knew that this was coming. You knew that this had to happen. If he didn’t come to you last night, then you’d be the one coming to him to talk and put an end to this, once and for all.

“I love you with all my heart and I ache for you, all the goddamn time but I don’t deserve you. You should have never forgiven me. You should have never treated me like a friend. You should have never given me the chance to be near you again… not after what I did.”

You grab his wrists, shaking your head at his words. Scared that he will leave you for good. Scared that he will leave your friendship behind and step out of your life forever.

Steve hates to see the way your lips tremble, the way your eyes are nothing but tears, sadness and heartbreak, yet again.

He can’t stand to see it any longer.

“I let you go,” he whispers as he wipes your tears again. “Like you asked me to months ago.”

His heart is screaming at him not to, everything inside of him longs for him to stay, to fight for you, to drop to his knees and ask to try again.

But this is the right thing to do.

There is someone who can give you more than he can.

Someone who didn’t hurt you. Someone who wouldn’t hurt you. Someone who would rather get hurt by you than do something to break your heart.

“I choose you, sweetheart. This time, I choose you and your happiness.”

A sad smile lingers on his face, he brushes your hair back and he looks down at the locket, one last time.

He knows why you aren’t speaking, you’d break down if you would.

He leans down, tilting your head up a little, he presses his lips against your forehead, kissing you one last time.

His throat feels tight and his chest is hurting, he knows that he is on the verge of another breakdown, he is so very close to it.

This is the hardest thing he will ever have to do.

“Goodbye, Dolly.”

Your sniffles break his heart. You only hold his wrists tighter in response, holding onto them, your touch lingers on the wristband, one that he will never stop wearing. You let go after a few seconds.

He feels your eyes on him, your big sad eyes. He can’t bear to take another look at you, knowing that he won’t be able to leave if he does, so he steps away from you, despite his heart telling him not to.

He turns around and he walks away from you for the last time. He grabs his keys that you left on the counter, last night.

With a heavy heart, he walks out of your house, biting back tears as he makes his way to his car.

It’s over now.

Something he held onto since he left you, is over.

And now he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

He unlocks his car when the front door bursts open, startling him. He turns around with tears in his eyes that threaten to spill. Before he can even react, you suddenly crash into his arms, and wrap your arms around him, you hold onto him like you’re afraid that he might disappear if you let go. You hug him so tightly.

His eyes soften and his chest fills with warmth.

He doesn’t hesitate to hug you back, wrapping his arms around your smaller frame, he holds you tight and buries his face in your neck.

No matter what happened in the past. No matter what he did to you. No matter how much pain you have gone through, you still don’t want to live in a world where he isn’t in your life.

After all, he will always be the boy who picked flowers for you, who surprised you with your favorite snacks, who comforted you whenever your parents fought, who slept in your bed when you were afraid of storms, who taught you how to slow dance, who wrote you notes when he was younger, who promised you to be your prince when your first crush rejected you.

You hold onto him, pressing your cheek against his chest.

You stay like that for a moment, for a long moment – one that could never be long enough.

He breathes you in and closes his eyes, ignoring the fluttering in his chest.

He knows that this should make him feel better, to know that you love him enough to forgive him, to want him to stay but if anything, it makes him feel worse because he is still losing you.

He knows he has to walk away, for now.

“I love you, Stevie.”

He smiles sadly.

He knows it’s not the same as it was. It’s not the I love you’s from all your notes. He knows it’s not the same love he feels for you, not anymore.

But the love you always had for him. The love you had since you were kids.

And for him that’s more than he could ever ask for.

“I love you too, Dolly.”

You sniffle, he can feel you shaking against him. You’re trying not to cry.

“Please don’t become a stranger again, Steve.”

His breath hitches in his throat, he presses his lips together, willing the tears to stop from falling.

“Me?” He asks, pulling back to look down at you. He musters up a smile. “I might need some time but I will latch onto you as soon as I get over my whiny ass.” He jokes, despite the pain in his heart.

You roll your eyes but laugh at his words.

You take a deep breath and sigh.

This is it.

This is what was supposed to happen.

It hurts but you also feel relieved to finally put an end to something that kept holding you back for so long.

You know you won’t truly lose him.

He will always be your Steve.

And you will always be his Dolly.

But it won’t ever be the same.

You will be his friend and he will be yours and that’s all you’ll ever be.

You won’t be sad forever and neither will he.

He will find love after you.

He will find it like you did.

It’s what he deserves.

It’s what you both deserve.

“We kinda got friendship bracelets now,” he smiles through his tears, pointing to the wristband as he holds his hand up. You reach out to touch it, tracing the words.

‘love you to the moon and to saturn’

“Well, I got one, you have a necklace.”

You smile, placing your hand on the locket, “yeah.”

You turn it around, looking at the half moon that he got customized just for you.

You tear your eyes away from him and look around, furrowing your brows when you realize something.

“You know what, we should stop doing this.”

“What do you mean?” He asks, tilting his head.

“Saying goodbye in my driveway.”

He chuckles, though it’s a sad one.

“This is the last one,” he whispers. “Of this kind, at least. Our future goodbyes won’t be so…”

“Sad?”

“Yeah.” He takes your hand, giving it a squeeze.

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

He takes a step forward, he leans down and kisses your cheek, not paying attention to the feeling in his heart or the way his lips tingle when they touch your skin for the last time. He gives your hand a squeeze before he pulls away again.

“I’ll see you around.”

He can tell that you’re trying not to cry, that you are forcing a smile onto your face.

“Yeah, I’ll see you around, Steve.”

You can tell that he wants to say more. He looks at you. His eyes trace every inch of your face, like he’s trying to memorize you. And then, he nods to himself, blinking and giving you one last smile before he turns away from you.

You watch him leave.

For the last time, you watch him walk away from you.

You stand there and wait until he is gone, until you no longer see his car in the distance.

And just like that, he is gone, again.

And your tears are falling again.

A/N: I know that no one cares about my feelings cause I did this. But I want you to know that I freaking suffered writing this chapter. It felt heartbreaking and sad and wrong. I really wanted Steve to be the one. And my choice has nothing to do with the fact that I'm an Eddie girl, I love Steve, as well. (I know some of you don't believe this but I've loved him since 2016 so shut up, please and thanks). I didn't know how to make him come back from all what he did -- the emotional cheating, the pain he put her through, the heartbreak, the betrayal. It was too much and this ending genuinely has nothing to do with Eddie being in this story.

But also, please remember. This is not the ending of the story. So before you send any hate to me, remember that there will be another chapter and an epilogue. Anything can happen in an epilogue, just saying.

Also, I'll be working on a new Steve series. Strictly Steve x reader, I promise

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hi uhm so I’ve never done this before 😭😭, but could I request for a Camgirl!College!Ellie x college!Reader? Sorry if this seems stupid 😭🙏🏻

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Pretty on camera

yesss ofc, i'll write it for you hon <33

w/n, I haven't been writing lately like at all so I'm sorry if this is absolute shit <3 no i did not spell check this at all because I'm lazy so sorry for spelling mistakes. LISTEN; I am not from America but Ellie is based in America so I used college but I don't know the grading system, Year 11 is 15 and year 13 is 18! (AGE OF CONSENT IS 16 WHERE I LIVE)

MDNI (18+) - weed usage, oral (receiving), camgirl!ellie. you are recorded having sex but its all consensual and theres a safe word.

Ellie was your best friend, she always had been especially when you moved to college. you had known her throughout most of high school (year 11 to 13) but were never particularly close- that was until, well. you moved to college. you had met Dina during a lecture to which she had given you her number and you properly met Ellie.

You always knew she did streaming but you didn't exactly find out by asking what she does for work, more... seeing the live stream for yourself, first you were shocked and convinced someone had the same tattoo or exact same bed sheets and hot voice- no fucking way, Ellie fucking Williams does streaming, who would've thought?

This was the first time you had seen Ellie genuinely stressed out, she was pacing around your apartment with her hand on her forehead, her posture was terrible. it was like she was an 80 year old man. you were just trying to roll some joints so she could relax

"Ellie- fix your posture" you say in such a motherly tone, she groans and throws her head back (she doesn't fix her posture) . "it's not the end of the world ellie, just call someone and ask them im sure plenty of people will say yes" Ellie looks back at you and frowns, you lick the joint to seal it and give it to Ellie.

"one night stands scare me and i could do solo but that can only take me so far" Ellie says, grabbing the lighter out of her jean pocket and lighting the joint. ellie exhales the smoke and inhales again. you never really understood why ellie would do a job like this.... honestly, she'd be better off working at a fucking starbucks.

"why not Dina?" you question, with smoke pooling out of your nose. ellie looks at you in pure shock and horror "what? did i say something wrong?"

"Dinas boyfriend! would not appreciate that, also no shes my best friend" ellie giggles a bit, no secret at all. you always liked Ellie but you were shy and never really knew how to talk about your emotions. you also doubted ellie would find you attractive- you out of all the people in this fucking college. "if i don't make the money by-" she pauses thinking about it "like within the next two weeks, im fucked"

"I'd ask somebody i trust a lot and ask them nicely" you say, finishing your joint. you always smoked so fucking fast, you sigh. "Ellie look... you're smart girl im sure you could find someone" Ellie looks at you with those fucking puppy dog eyes the ones that make you want to faint everytime you see them.

"the only people i know well enough is cat, you or Dina but cat is my ex, dina has a boyfriend and i couldn't ask you to that for me" Ellie purposefully ignored the "smart" bit but you look at her in shock when she slightly suggests that you could possibly do it for her. maybe the weed was hitting you too hard-

"i mean...." you trial off and Ellie looks you in the eyes "well..." you didn't want to make Ellie uncomfortable or make it obvious that you liked her- though everyone knew you liked her, even her but she never teased you for it.

"i trust you Ellie and if you genuinely need help making money.... then I'll help you-" you look up at Ellie who looked shocked af, very shocked. she had never really thought of you as a sexual person at all. you were probably the most innocent out of all her friends (you were DEFINITELY the most innocent) whilst she was right you didn't lose your virginity until college, you weren't THAT innocent right?

She sighs looking down at the ground, shes definitely thinking about it. "i dont- i dont want you to do it just because i need money- but if your genuinely okay with it then we definitely could" Ellie smiles, moving to sit down next to you on the bed- she moves back and sits on your pillow, man spreading and tapping her thigh telling you to lay between her thighs. you were no stranger to cuddling Ellie, especially after a sesh.

she was massaging your scalp as you hum from the feeling, you look up at ellie who's definitely deep in thought "whatcha thinking about Ellie?" she moves her attention back onto you, now moving to massage your hips. "you're just so pretty" she mumbles, yep... she's definitely high.

it was 5.43PM on Friday night and you just finished your soccer game, your team had won.... but barely. you got home to your apartment, showered and got dressed. you smile as your phone dings while your brushing your hair and putting Billie Eilish perfume on.

Ellie: come over whenever. theres no rush xx

you tug your bottom lip between your teeth, slightly sucking on the metal ring in your lip. you and Ellie had agreed to stream at hers on Friday night. to say the very least, you were nervous. you hadnt had sex in at least 8 months but you trust ellie.

you put on your socks and your black slight platform converses, you sigh. grabbing your jumper, apartment keys and your water bottle, you look in the mirror to make sure you look okay (you were wearing a crop top and trackpants). grabbing everything you swiftly make it to ellies apartment (which was a 10 minute walk from yours) you knock on the door, "fuck!" you hear Ellie swear quietly followed by a big bang, you giggle. shes always the clumsy one. she opens the door with a smile.

"hey babe, come in" she opens the door further so you can come into her apartment, she looked good, she was just in a sports bra and you could see the calvin kelvin letters on her boxers under her track pants and her fucking abs. she has a small apartment but it was pretty. lots of guitars, books (lots of fucking books), even comics, space ships and dinosaur figures. she was such a kid at heart.

you both order some drinks to talk about everything and how it works.

"if you're not comfortable with something you tell me straight away, yeah? does that sound reasonable?" ellie looks at you with her piercing green eyes, you bite your bottom lip slightly "and we don't have to have sex or anything too hardcore because you've never streamed before and its easy to get overwhelmed"

you nod your head, "okay, and the safe word is 'bluetooth'?" to which ellie nods and smiles at you. you finish your drink, get up and go pee to find ellie man spreading on the bed like she always does.

god damn it- why does she have to be so fucking fine?

you smile at her and go in between her thighs and your head is resting on her chest, she's got her chin on top of your head. "just lemme know when you're ready and I'll get you ready" you nod and slowly move her hand up to cup your breasts, her hands were rough but yet so, so, gentle at the same time. she leans down to kiss your neck which forces a whine to leave your mouth-

Ellie's hands start to move down towards your thighs, you can feel Ellie's tongue on your neck as she kisses you. she lightly fiddles with the waistband of your track pants, you slightly buck your hips to Ellie's touch and she chuckles.

"is it okay, if i go on you?" ellie mumbles between kisses on your neck, "please els, yes" she swiftly moves on top of you, lips smashing onto yours. you open your mouth slightly and ellie takes advantage of this and sucks on your bottom lip, you whine loudly and ellie chuckles and smiles into the kiss and you do the same. she puts all of her body weight onto you and puts her thigh in between your legs "its okay, you can move" she reassures you, knowing that your desperate for some friction.

you slowly start to grind onto Ellies legs causing you to whimper. "such a good girl, fuck" ellie groans softly as she starts removing your t shirt, you sit up slightly to get it off and she tries to undo your bra "here" you giggle, unclipping your bra for her. shes practically drooling at the sight of your tits. you keep grinding up slowly into her leg and she leans down to suck on your nipple, you softly grab onto her hair, massaging her scalp as she sucks on your tit....

you become more desperate for more friction and start to speed up.

"els, pleaseeeee" you whine. "what do you need babe? use your words" she moves up to your neck and sucks on your neck, there's definitely going to be a massive purple bruise there in the morning that you'll have to hide from everyone.

"mm'need more, els please" she stops and looks at your eyes. "im ready now" she smiles and gets up to set the camera up, shes still in her bra and pants. it takes her a few minutes, she gets two water bottles and goes between your thighs again-

"they won't be able to see me or your face, dont worry" you smile down at her "wasn't worried baby" you whisper, she tugs at pants and you nod, she swiftly takes off both your pants and your thin pink panties- you tug at her bra and she strips immediately.

how the fuck did this week turn out like this? you were now fucking your literal crush, YOUR BEST FRIEND.

she kisses down your torso and your legs wrapped around her back and shoulders- your breath hitches as you feel her breath over your clit, looking up at you with doe eyes waiting for you okay. "is ok, i trust you els. do whatever you want to me" that was all ellie needed to hear, she immediately latches onto your clit which produces a really fucking loud whimper, even you had never heard yourself like that. you cover your mouth in embarrassment to which ellie pulls your hand away from your mouth

"nuh-uh, i wanna hear you fucking moan" she groans sending vibrations to your clit which makes you moan louder. your back is arching off her bed and your right hand is in ellies hair slightly tugging at it.... Ellie was desperate for relief between her own thighs so she moves her own hand down to her cunt, moaning as she speeds up.

"fuck els- f-fuck- don't stop, fuck me" you whine "ellie please fuck- im so close, so so fucking close" your moaning gets louder and so does your breathing. "i know baby, i know cmon"

"c'mon baby mhpm, come on my face-" she speeds up the movement with her tongue, now shes got both hands on your thighs to stop you from shutting them on her head. this sends you into overdrive, your eyes roll back so much they might get fucking stuck, your legs twitching hard, you feel your orgasm approaching.

"Fuck!! fuck! im coming" your pussy clamps down onto nothing, your legs start to shake and the loudest moan your sure the entire college heard you. "thats a good fucking girl" ellie praises keeping the same pace to help you ride out your orgasm, "els too much! too much!!" she pulls her head away and chuckled, hair stuck to your forehead, completely fucked out of your mind, your attempts to get your breath back was not working as well as you had planned- she turns off the stream, sits down on the bed. water in hand touching your shoulder and rubbing slightly to bring you back down.

"babe- the stream ended. you did so fucking good baby" you look up at her, smile and she hands you the water to which you chug immediately. "c'mon i gotta change the bed sheets" you look down to see a massive sweat mark on her bed "m'sorry els"

"no no, babe. it's fine. go shower and I'll hop in once I've made the bed"

getting into bed with Ellie was such a relief for you, she was being the big spoon and her face was crooked into the back of your neck. you could feel her steady hot breaths on your neck.

"i love you els" she squeezes your hand a bit. "love you too baby"

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roosterforme · 11 months

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A Love You Don't Find Everyday Part 24 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: With just a few short days left in Hawaii, you and Bradley talk about a lot of important things and make some important plans. And when Bradley asks you what else you have in your special suitcase, you both end up getting more than you bargained for.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, and swearing

Length: 5000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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Bradley woke up with you straddling his face.

"Roo, please," you whined, pulling at his hair as your pussy skimmed along his rough chin. As soon as his lips parted and you felt the swipe of his tongue, you moaned in delight.

Without a word, Bradley wrapped his hands around your hips and stroked your tattoo while you rode his face. His dick got harder as he looked up at you, brow scrunched up in determination as you bumped against his nose. He alternated between sucking on your clit and letting you grind against him as you got nice and loud.

"Are you gonna fuck me, Roo?" you asked, and even if you didn't mean it to sound dirty, it did. It really did. Your grunts paired with that filthy sentence had him determined to get you off like this. So instead of answering you immediately, he made you cum, and you gently squeezed around his tongue as your fingers relaxed in his hair.

"Yeah," he growled. "I'm gonna fuck you." He rolled you onto your belly and watched as the early dawn sunlight illuminated the villa. With your ass in the air and your cheek pinned to the bedding with his hand around the back of your neck, he filled you up.

You collapsed into a boneless heap as if you were ready to go back to sleep. "No, Baby Girl. It's time to get dressed. We have our boat outing this morning."

You whined and complained and didn't move from the bed while Bradley got dressed. "I changed my mind about riding the boat. I just want to ride your cock."

Bradley snorted as he scooped you out of bed and helped you get cleaned up. "Well, I need a little break."

Your eyes went wide with mischief. "You're such an old man."

"Listen," he growled as you got ready to go. "I can keep up just fine." But Bradley was honestly feeling all thirty six years old at the moment. You wanted him at least three times a day. He was currently living for those afternoon naps on the deck where you just wanted to snuggle up on his chest and relax.

"Okay, old man Roo," you whispered, taking his hand and leading him outside. "I'll spend the afternoon feeding you fruit next to our pool and giving you a back rub. How does that sound?"

He laughed and helped you into the golf cart. "Sounds ideal."

After the two hour long boat tour, during which you snuggled up on Bradley's lap and played with his hair, you picked a restaurant for a late breakfast. Bradley ate with his arm around your shoulders as you told him in great detail how much you loved Hawaii and thought they should move here.

"The beaches, Bradley. So much better than San Diego. We could get stationed in Pearl Harbor. We could move into the villa."

He kissed your cheek. "If you thought the villa was expensive for ten days, let's stick with our craftsman."

"You need to let me start helping you pay the mortgage and the rest of our bills," you said, and when he opened his mouth, you smashed your palm against it. "I don't even want to hear you argue with me about this."

"Fine," he murmured, kissing your palm when you removed it. He thought he could hear his credit cards sigh in relief.

"I have so much money saved since I stopped paying rent," you told him. "Definitely enough to redo one of the bedrooms into a nursery when the time comes."

He perked right up. "Airplane themed," he whispered, kissing your nose. "That's all I ask."

You laughed but agreed with him. "Airplane themed."

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Bradley laid out the lounge chair cushions right on the deck and dozed off and on while you swam for the afternoon. Any time he woke up, you swam over to the edge of the pool and fed him a bite of food, just like you had promised you would. And then after he thanked you, he dozed off again.

After a few hours, you climbed out of the pool to join him, and he wordlessly welcomed you as you curled up all wet on his chest. This was perfect. Ten days of this was not going to be enough. You were surprised you weren't missing work. But with 24/7 access to your husband, everything else seemed to pale in comparison.

"Baby Girl?" Bradley asked after you heard his stomach growling. "What else is in that suitcase of yours?" he asked groggily.

"I thought you'd never ask!" you said, popping up from his chest and giving him a kiss. Then you proceeded to stand up and remove your bathing suit, draping both pieces over a chair so they could finish drying in the late afternoon sunlight. "Come look."

Bradley followed your every movement as you strolled completely nude into the villa, and then he was stripping out of his shorts and rushing inside after you. "Show me," he whispered, letting his hands settle on your hips as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

You turned to kiss his mustache as you procured a purple silicone toy from inside your lingerie filled suitcase and held it up. "Should I add this to my outfit when I get dressed for dinner?"

Bradley groaned and started kissing along your neck. "A vibrator? You're going to wear a vibrator to dinner?" His voice was laced with need and disbelief, and you giggled in response.

"Yes. And you can control it on your phone."

"Fuck," he grunted, and you could feel his hard cock at your lower back.

"Get your phone, so we can download the app."

Bradley had never released your body from his grasp so quickly before, nearly sprinting away to get it. Within minutes, he had set up the app and was testing out your toy in his hand. And with a look of delight as the "U" shaped vibrator danced in his hand, he mused out loud, "I wonder if I can control this thing from the wifi on an aircraft carrier."

Your jaw dropped as you looked at him. "I would be more than willing to help you find out," you told him. "But let's see how well it works with the resort wifi first."

Bradley groaned, and you ran your fingers along his hardening cock. When he reached for you again, you deftly slipped away from him and grabbed your clothes. "Come back, Baby Girl," he rasped.

"Save it for dinner," you replied, heading for the bathroom to shower and get dressed. Once you were all made up and ready to go, you collected Bradley from the deck. He must have used the shower outside, because his hair was still damp and he smelled like the delicious hibiscus soap.

He ran his fingers along the hem of your dress before he stood. "You look pretty," he whispered, letting his hand trail underneath your dress and up along your thigh as he pressed his body to yours. "How's that sweet pussy that I love so much? All dressed up for dinner as well?"

You hummed next to his ear as his fingers met the toy that was tucked inside you and touching your clit as well. "I'm ready to be teased."

"Well that's good, because my phone is at one hundred percent battery, and I love teasing you," he replied, leading you out to the golf cart with a noticeable erection in his white pants. You didn't even fucking care, and clearly neither did he.

The toy was actually providing you with pleasure as you walked. It seemed to be rubbing a sweet spot inside of you while simultaneously gliding across your clit as your hips moved. "Bradley?" Your voice was breathy and needy, and the look he gave you was sinful as he held your hand while you climbed into the cart.

"Yes, my love?"

You reached up and ran your fingers along his scars before you kissed him. "You're the best."

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With a hard dick and a fully charged phone, Bradley walked with you positioned in front of him as you were led across the soft sand to a table on the beach for dinner. The table was small with a bench on one side, and Bradley slid in next to you. When the waiter handed you both menus and then turned away, you pressed your lips to Bradley's ears and whined. "It's not even on yet, and I'm already going to lose my mind."

Coming to dinner was probably a poor decision. Room service would have been the way to go. But the way you were rubbing yourself against Bradley was making him lose his mind a little bit too. And now he was opening the app and holding up his phone for you to see him select the lowest setting, tapping it one time with his thumb.

"Oh, fuck!" you said quickly, squirming around next to him while the waiter returned with a bottle of wine. Bradley listened to you order dinner, each syllable coming out in a shaky, needy voice while you uncrossed and recrossed your legs. The waiter eyed you a little cautiously when you bit down on the tip of your index finger, but he didn't say anything else.

"Make it two," Bradley said, unsure about what you had actually ordered, but happy to eat anything while you were softly moaning next to him with a look of aroused panic on your face.

"Roo," you gasped. "This feels so good."

He kissed you hard in the twilight darkness while soft music played nearby. You kept moaning the word good in between kisses, and Bradley wanted to take you back to the villa so badly. But he also wanted to edge the hell out of you until you were practically in tears for him.

As soon as he released your lips, he could feel your hand on his cock underneath the tablecloth. "What are you doing, Sweetheart?" he grunted as you unzipped his pants.

"Making you feel good, too."

Bradley glanced around and relaxed a little as the beach grew darker, and he let himself enjoy this completely depraved dinner. He buttered some bread and poured himself a little more wine while you stroked your hand languidly up and down his length. Then he hand fed you while you moaned, nibbling on the bread with wide eyes.

When you reached down to cup his balls and squeeze him gently, he kissed you. "I think you're ready for the moderate setting."

Bradley had to cut up your food and feed it to you while you rocked your hips slowly forward and backward. He was working hard to deny his own orgasm as you made soft, pornographic noises. You made it halfway through your dinner, still teasing his cock with your hand, when you whispered, "I'm going to cum."

"No," Bradley replied, shutting the vibrator off as you keened in displeasure. "Not yet."

"Roo!" you gasped, and he had to kiss you to keep you quiet as the waiter strolled back over.

"Behave," Bradley warned you. Luckily the handjob he was getting was hidden by the tablecloth, but his overstimulated wife was right out in the open, moaning about which dessert she wanted. Bradley grinned, because really, in the grand scheme of things, he was living a very charmed life when it came to you.

So he ordered his dessert as well as yours and asked the waiter to pack them to go. Then he turned to you, set the vibrator back to low, and said, "We can eat dessert back at the villa."

"Okay, Daddy!" you moaned so loudly, your hips rocking gently again as your nipples strained against your dress. And without any warning, you started jerking him off harder.

"Shit," he groaned, because now you had him too close. He had convinced himself he could hold off until returning to the villa. He had been wrong. As you whined his name, he knew it was over, so he pulled his pants up over himself the best he could.

And then Bradley was cumming in his pants like a teenager with his first girlfriend. And it felt so fucking good, too. Your hand was cum soaked and gliding over his skin while you started to grind on his thigh. He needed to get you out of here before you both got kicked out of the resort.

"Where are we going?" you asked, making it really difficult for him to zip his pants while you sat in his lap and licked cum off your hand.

"God damn it," he growled, shoving his tongue between your lips to taste himself there, and then he hoisted you up in his arms and carried you to the golf cart. "I'm taking you back to the villa. We can order dessert later. After I'm done with your pussy."

You were grinding against his abs, that vibrator still doing god's work, prepping you so well for him. Once he got you out on the secluded trail, Bradley pushed you up against a palm tree and sucked on your tits through your dress until you were really loud. Your sticky hand was wrapped around his neck, and he thought he was going to have to fuck you on the seat of the golf cart. Because by some miracle he was already hard again, and he fucking needed you.

"I need you to fuck me," you said abruptly.

"It's literally the only thing I can think about, let me assure you."

"God, Roo! This toy is evil!" you squealed as he got you situated in the golf cart, turned the headlights on and started to drive. Bradley watched you grip the dashboard with both hands as your head tipped back in pleasure.

"Do not cum yet!" he scolded as he drove a little faster.

You turned and glared at him in the dim light. "You're as evil as the toy!"

He laughed at you. He couldn't help it. "I'm about to treat you real sweet if you can just hold off a little longer, Baby Girl."

"Fine!" you shouted, pouting at him while he jerked the steering wheel around the last turn before the villa, lit up but lanterns on the porch, came into view. And then Bradley carried you inside, vibrating pussy and all.

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You were lost somewhere close to euphoria as Bradley laid you gently on the bed and pushed your dress up to your waist. He spread your legs wide as you tried desperately to keep them together. You were ready to cum. This obscene little toy would be your undoing.

"It's so pretty," Bradley whispered, running his thumb along the vibrator as he held you open wide with his body between your legs. "What a gorgeous pussy, soaking wet and filled up."

You were about to beg him to remove the toy when he pulled his phone from his pocket and took some pictures of you. "Please?"

He smirked at you. "Only because you asked so nicely." And then he cranked the app up to the high setting, and your hips shot right off the bed. "Bradley! No!" It was too much. You had been on the edge for too long, receiving pleasure both inside and against your clit.

You wanted the familiar, loving feel of Bradley in and on you. He must have read it on your face or in your voice as he gently removed the vibrator and buried his face in your pussy. The feeling of relief was almost instantaneous. Stubble rubbed your sensitive parts as you wound your fingers in his hair. You felt your body going limp even before your orgasm fully hit. And somehow you just knew what was going to happen before it did.

You propped yourself up slightly, as well as you could, and you watched Bradley work his lips on your overstimulated pussy. And then when you came, you gushed all over his mustache and lips, a sound like a dying animal on your lips. Bradley went harder, lapping up every bit of the squirting mess you made.

Your eyes closed and opened a few times, feeling numb now as you drew your legs together. "I made a mess," you whispered, slurring your words a bit as Bradley eased his body fully on top of yours. He kissed and positively worshipped you with his lips and wet mustache. He smelled like you. The whole room did.

"You squirted, Baby Girl. Not a mess. Perfection. I love it," he whispered, stroking your neck with his thumb and pressing on your pulse point while your eyes closed again. You could feel how hard he was again.

"Bradley?" you whispered, turning your head to the side as he sucked hard on your neck. He was grinding against your body, but you couldn't figure out what to do for him. You just wanted to make him feel good.

"Please?" he rasped, his breath hot on your ear and your neck. "I wanna fuck you."

Silently you spread your legs open for him, and Bradley was thrusting his cock inside you with one hard snap after the next, fucking you into the bed. His lips were harsh on your nipples, and you could only manage to stroke your fingers through his hair softly.

"You feel so good, you feel so fucking good," he grunted, voice shaking as he somehow got you to squeeze gently around his cock while you moaned softly.

When he came, he filled you up, but you were almost asleep by the time he withdrew. "Sweetheart?" he asked, stroking your cheek and kissing your lips. "Are you okay?"

"I'm good," you promised, and he carefully scooped you up against his chest and cradled you in his arms. As you dozed against his chest, you could hear him pick up the phone and say, "Hi, this is the Bradshaws. We're going to need a piece of cheesecake and some clean bedding."

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After Bradley drew a bath and got you situated in the tub with a bottle of water, he kissed you and pulled on some shorts. When the housekeeper arrived, he closed the bathroom door so you had some privacy. You'd never looked quite this spent before.

You weren't wrong. That toy needed to be handled with caution. You had instructed him to wash it, put it back in its case, and send it to the bottom of your sinful suitcase. And now Bradley wasn't sure how soon he would see it again.

Once the bedding was replaced and you were dried off, Bradley led you outside to the deck in your fluffy bathrobe. "Time for dessert," he whispered, and you sat on his thigh with your head on his shoulder. He fed you a bite of cheesecake every time you parted your lips, and when you were chewing, he took one for himself. "You did so good," he promised, kissing your hair and rubbing your thigh. "So so good. Squirted for me and let me cum in your pussy."

You parted your lips again, taking another bite of dessert from the fork as Bradley softly sang your praises with the sound of the waves breaking on the shore as a soundtrack.

When you fell asleep in bed, you were out cold until the morning.

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You only had two days left in Hawaii with Bradley. Your husband. Everything had been perfect. You only wanted to be around him nonstop, have him touching you and talking to you. You didn't know how you were going to be able to fall back into your previous routine when you had to return to San Diego. Because when you had to return to work in a few days, you wouldn't get to have sex every eight hours, and have Bradley feed you dessert, and walk around naked.

You sighed against his cheek. He was sound asleep on the lounge chair, and you carefully extracted your body from his, nearly falling into the pool in the process. With a grin on your face, you tied up your red bikini bottoms and adjusted your top.

The other day, you had slept for twelve hours after Bradley had overstimulated you during dinner. Now it was his turn. He earned this nap. You'd kept him hard for an hour before finally letting him cum inside you. He was almost entirely unwilling to cum anywhere else at the moment, even when you mentioned your face as an example of a lovely place to do that.

You bent and kissed his cheek, and then you slid the deck partition open and took off toward the water. You walked up and down the long stretch of sand, occasionally stopping to wade in the ocean up to your knees.

The north end of the resort where your villa was located was much quieter. You only ran into a handful of people as you searched for shells, which was fine with you. Somehow you hadn't thought to feel self conscious around Bradley during your honeymoon. You'd been strutting around naked or barely clothed and letting him touch you everywhere all the time. But truthfully, you had never really felt shy about your looks around him at all. He was always so excited to tell you what he thought about you physically, and it had always been very flattering.

But now that you were out on the beach instead of just the private patio in your tiny red bathing suit, you were wishing you'd grabbed his floral print shirt from the deck chair.

You washed off the collection of colorful shells you found in the calm, pristine water, and then turned back toward the villa.

"You dropped this one."

You turned back toward the water and saw a guy holding out one of the larger shells you had found. "Thanks," you told him, holding out your hand for it. But with a grin on his face, he shook your hand instead.

"I'm Aaron," he told you, holding your hand expectantly.

You laughed and told him your first name. "I was actually reaching out for the shell."

"I know," he told you with a nod and a laugh. "But the opportunity was too good to pass up."

Now you were holding out a grabby hand which made him laugh more, but he handed you the shell. "I like your tattoo. It's unique," he told you, his eyes dipping down your body. You froze immediately. This was the first time you could recall anyone other than Bradley or your friend Caleb laying eyes on your dainty rooster.

"Thanks," you said, and the word sounded long and drawn out even to your own ears. "It's kind of new," you told him, still in a bit of a daze.

"It's some sort of bird?" he asked, grinning and taking a small step closer. "Are you a bird enthusiast?"

You almost snorted. "Well, I like roosters."

He was rambling on about birds now as his eyes were glued to your tattoo, and you were trying to find a good break in what he was saying to let him know you had to get back to your husband. And that's when you heard Bradley's voice.

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Bradley mumbled your name as he woke up, but when he moved his left arm, you weren't there. The sun was warm on his skin now, and he felt like he had slept for days. You were a handful. You'd spent the last week continuously luring him to bed with you. Not that it was a difficult sell for him at all. He just really needed that nap.

He could hear the music still playing through his phone as he stretched and stood with a groan. It had to be close to dinnertime, and he was starving. But after calling your name and glancing around the villa, he decided to go in search of you before making any decisions about what to eat.

He knelt next to the pool and splashed a little water on his face and ran his fingers through his hair. He really needed to shave, but you kept telling him you were enjoying the rough feel of his facial hair. Maybe he wouldn't shave for the few days both of you had off over the upcoming holidays. Maybe he could even stretch it to your birthday.

How on Earth did he feel so needy for you at the moment? Probably because he'd been with you nonstop for days and days, and he was so used to the feeling of contentment that came when you were close by. He wanted you, so he set off to find you.

Slipping through the open partition, Bradley started to stroll between palm trees and flowering plants and made his way toward the water. And when he glanced to his left, he spotted you right away. It would be impossible to miss you in that sinful little bikini. You told him you bought it in red because it's his favorite color, and that made him feel so smug.

But now some other random asshole was looking at you. In your red bikini. The one you bought to show off how good you looked and make Bradley hard. What the fuck?

Bradley started heading toward you. Now this guy was touching you, and now Bradley was getting pissed. He squinted to get a better look as he got closer, but he could tell his guy was eyeing you up.

"Jesus Christ," Bradley muttered, walking a little faster. He was pointing at your pussy, and Bradley saw him mouth the word 'tattoo' while he did so.

That was for Bradley to look at. Only Bradley. Your husband.

"Oh no you don't," Bradley announced as he strolled up behind you. "This one is mine."

You spun to face him with a bright smile. "You're awake!"

But now this guy was looking at your ass as you wrapped your arms around Bradley's waist.

"Hey," Bradley barked, and the other man's eyes snapped up to meet his. "Give it a rest, man. She's got my rings on her finger, my tattoo by her pussy, and she's still full of my cum from earlier."

"Bradley!" you said with a startled laugh, looking up at him with a thoroughly shocked expression. "Did you wake up on the wrong side of the lounge chair?"

"I did. The side where my wife wasn't there. Let's go."

You muttered an apology to that asshole, saying, "Sorry, he gets a little cranky. He probably needs to be fed."

"Wrong, Baby Girl," he growled, palming your ass and tossing you over his shoulder while you laughed and screeched. "I need to be fucked by my wife."

"Okay, Daddy," you muttered as he carried you back to the villa, stroking his fingers along your thighs. "I can take care of that for you."

Three minutes later, Bradley was splayed back on the lounge chair naked, and you were untying your bikini bottoms again. His hard cock jumped against his abs as the red fabric fell to the deck at your feet.

"Come here," he demanded softly, and you straddled his thighs so he could feel your wet pussy on his balls. "This is mine," he whispered, skimming his fingers along your tattoo as you nodded hungrily at him. "And this is mine." He ran his fingers through your pussy as you cried out in need. "And this is mine, too." He stroked your cheek with his wet fingers and then let you lick yourself from his hand.

You were grinding against his cock, and he couldn't get himself inside you fast enough. "Roo!" you sang so prettily as you rode him. He gripped your hips, guiding you exactly where he wanted you as he covered your tattoo in your own wetness.

"I love you so much," he promised, sliding your bathing suit top to expose both of your tits. He stroked your nipples softly as you bounced on him, then he pulled you closer to get his mouth on you.

He sucked on your tits hard enough to leave bruises that you would feel the next day. And when you came on his cock, whining Daddy loud enough for anyone on the beach to hear, Bradley couldn't stop himself. With your nipple in his mouth, he bucked up into you until he filled you with even more of his cum.

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When you finally caught your breath, you were draped across Bradley with his dick still inside you and your lips on his neck. "Were you a little jealous of that guy on the beach, Roo?" you asked softly.

He gently stroked his hand along your arm until he reached your hand. "He was looking at your tattoo. I was feeling a little territorial."

You laughed, your sticky body rubbing his. "I was feeling a little self conscious. I don't think this bathing suit was made for public consumption."

Bradley kissed your fingers. "It's definitely made for private consumption, Sweetheart. But you look so fucking hot in this tiny scrap of fabric, I can't even be mad that someone else was looking at you."

"You always make me feel good about myself," you whispered, and Bradley wrapped his arms around you.

"Will you wear this in my next calendar?" he asked, and you started laughing again.

"What makes you think you're getting another calendar?"

"I thought I was getting one every year for my birthday!" He'd been thinking about you in another set of calendar photos with a pregnant belly. It was almost too much. Then he'd have two versions of you to jerk off to.

"Mmm," you hummed. "If that's what you really want, I'll see what I can do. Come shower with me."

Bradley carefully washed your body, letting his hands enjoy the feel of all of your curves while you washed his hair. He was nearly panting with his eyes closed as your fingers worked into his scalp. It was just like the first night he ever spent with you. Bradley had known even then that he wanted to end up here with you today.

"I love you, Baby Girl. More than anything."

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Thanks so much for reading! The next chapter will be the end of this series as they return to San Diego. I have loved every minute it this adventure, and I hope you'll keep reading along with Roo and Baby Girl on their next adventure! Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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etherealyoungk · 1 year

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badboy!wonwoo au

a/n: because im down so bad for this idea of wonwoo

pairing: badboy!wonwoo x reader

warnings: kissing, use of curse words // tw: knife, violence, blood

word count: 1.9k

taglist: @daisycheols @merapehlapyaarwaapasaagaya @ksyongi @hyunyin @yoongyuplace

badboy!wonwoo who always wears his signature black leather jacket, with his hair always messily styled or slicked back. either way, he pulled it off, making him look hot. he would wear a chain around his neck sometimes and rings around his fingers which somehow only added to his charm. his one arm was adorned with tattoos that just made him look pretty darn attractive when he wore sleeveless, which also highlighted his well-built arms.

badboy!wonwoo who was usually cold to everyone, not bothering to make small talk. he was always going causing trouble and everyone in college usually steered right clear of him - except you. you didn’t take shit from anyone, especially wonwoo. so if he came around bothering you, you made sure to put him in his place. he’d be amused because that’s not what usually happens and this just makes him want to rile you up more. so that’s exactly what he does.

badboy!wonwoo who would come into the library, not bothering to be quiet, as he walks along the rack of shelves and books before he randomly pulls out a book, feigning interest in it, his eyes looking for you instead. he would spot you sitting as you typed away on your laptop, studying and he’ll make his way towards you as he slams the book down a little too hard on the table, startling you.

“what the fuck”, you mumble under your breath as you look up to see wonwoo taking a seat in front of you. you roll your eyes as you continue studying, ignoring wonwoo’s existence. “knock knock”, he says after a few seconds when you don’t acknowledge him. he repeats the words making you annoyed as you snap your head up to look at him. “what?”, you ask. “it’s rude to ignore someone”, he says deadpan, his deep voice illegally attractive. “you’re supposed to be quiet in a library”, you snap back, making him tilt his head in amusement. “really?”, “yeah, maybe you’d know that if you actually studied or came to the library with to read”, you say making him smirk softly. oh, how he loved when you fought back against him. wonwoo would follow you home that evening, feigning innocence when you turn around. “quit following me", you say, annoyed. “i'm not, my house is this way”, he says with a stupid smirk that you would very much want to wipe off his gorgeously handsome face. you just huff as you continue walking and reach home. but in reality, he was just making sure you got home okay since it was late but he wasn't going to tell you that.

badboy!wonwoo who would get always into fights and always somehow show up with a bruise here or there. one night he shows up at your doorstep wounded and bruised and bleeding. “mind sparing some water to drink”, he asks. you observe the bruise on his cheek and knuckles and his busted lip. “you’re hurt”, you say. “water baby i need some water hm”, he repeats. you let him in and he doesn’t bother sitting down, just gulps down the water and turns to leave when you stop him. “you’re hurt. let me clean up your wounds”, you say but he doesn’t listen, brushing it off and walking off, a tense look on his face. you don’t see him on campus the next day or for the next three days either. and when he finally does come back to class, he’d be up to his usual antics - bothering you. his wounds seemed to have healed a bit and you’re secretly glad that he was back because you had missed seeing his annoying face. he crashes your table at lunch. “where have you been?”, you ask. “why? did you miss me baby?”, he prompts with that stupid smile, making you roll your eyes but he doesn’t miss the small smile you give him when he says that.

but after that day wonwoo wasn’t to be seen at college. fast forward to a few days later and you’re walking back home from your part-time job. it’s dark and it’s late as you’re walking down the road. you hear voices down the alley in the road next to the road where your house was, and you hear a voice you’d recognize anywhere – wonwoo. you walk towards the source of the noise, only to hear people yelling and someone being pushed. wonwoo is standing and his jacket is lost on the floor and his tattoos are visible. “what the fuck is your problem”, wonwoo grunts out, jumping onto the other guy as he throws a punch. but then wonwoo slips and the other two guys take their chance. you watch from the corner as two guys throw punches and kick at wonwoo as he grunts, collapsing to the ground. you’re frozen in your spot, unsure what to do. should you call the cops? but what if wonwoo got in trouble too? the other guy fetches a small pocket knife from his pocket, slides it open, and laughs. fuck this was getting bad. you couldn’t just stand there as you watched wonwoo get killed so you did a stupid thing and threw yourself into the fire.

“stop or i’ll call the cops”, you say stepping into the light. they turn around to look at you, bursting into a fit of laughter when they see you. “what’s this”, the guy with the knife mumbles. “y/n what are you doing”, you hear wonwoo say urgently. “looks like your lover is here huh?”, the guy repeats, stepping closer to you, but you stand your ground.

“let him go”, you repeat trying your best to sound confident but you’re shaking on the inside. wonwoo manages to stand up, breathing hard. “you’re cute aren't you”, he whispers as his hand reaches out to your cheek but you smack his hand away and he lets out an annoyed scoff. “was going to be nice to you and let him go, but you just lost that chance”, he spits out, turning around and slicing a part of wonwoo’s arm, making you let out a gasp. “wonwoo”, you yell, stepping forward but the other guy holds you back. and now you’re thinking you should have called the cops before interfering.

“get away from them”, wonwoo spits out, stepping forward but the other guy is quicker and grabs your wrist tightly, making wonwoo freeze. “move and they’ll get hurt”, he threatens. wonwoo grunts, balling his palms into fists, angry. “ let them go”, wonwoo says, emphasizing each word. you’re so scared as you stand trapped. you try to pull your hand away but his grip is too strong. "just then a police car siren can be heard and the guys look out. “shit, let’s go”, the guy holding you says to the other guy. “you got lucky today”, he mutters as the police car gets closer and he lets you go, pushing you forward, making you stumble and fall. they make a run for it and wonwoo is beside you in an instant.

“y/n are you okay”, he asks worry written all over his face, his brows furrowed in concern as he looks at you. you notice his arm where he got sliced and it’s still bleeding, blood running down his arm. his lip is busted again and his cheek is scratched too, not the mention his bruised and bleeding knuckles.

“you’re bleeding”, is all you can say as you stand up. you drag wonwoo back to your place and make him sit on the couch as you fetch your first aid kit to tend to his wounds. you both sit in silence as you treat wonwoo’s wounds. you first take care of the cut on his arm. he winces and inhales a sharp breath as the disinfectant burns. you can feel his burning gaze on you and you can’t take the suffocating silence anymore.

“what the fuck were you thinking wonwoo. you could have gotten hurt”, you says, your voice sharp with an undertone of worry. he don’t say anything, still shaken up from what just happened.

“i’m okay”, he says like it's completely normal, only making you even madder. "you're so-", you say but your voice betrays you, cracking at the end. the way there was a slight tremor in your hands as you try to put the band-aid on wonwoo. and that told him everything he needs to know and that you were most definitely not okay.

“hey look at me”, he asks softly and you slowly lift your eyes up to meet his. your eyes are wet from trying to hold back your tears. you let a few tears roll down your cheeks. “you’re such an idiot, always getting in trouble and getting into fights”, you mutter. “what if you got hurt wonwoo, you could have gotten killed”, you say and he realizes how worried you actually were. he wipes your tears with his thumb as he jokes about how he would have survived anyway and those guys wouldn’t have really done anything much, only to earn a whack on the chest from you. he says a few cheesy lines to make you feel better as you clean up the blood on his knuckles.

and that’s when you realize how hot wonwoo actually looks after a fight, fuck. you rarely see him without his jacket that is always covering up his tattoos but tonight he just looks so damn attractive that you can feel yourself getting nervous. you try to distract yourself by making conversation. "did they hurt?", you ask, referring to wonwoo's tattoos as you gently trace one over with your finger. "hm not really?"

you focus your attention back on his bruised knuckles and wipe them clean before wrapping them in gauze. your hand was tiny compared to wonwoo's and it was quite amusing actually. "my hands so small", you say, putting your hand against his hand to see the size difference. "if you wanted to hold my hand you could just say baby", he says with that stupid smile as he intertwines his fingers in yours. you roll your eyes. you slip your hand out of his and he chuckles. you get back to treating his wounds and move a little closer to him so you can clean the scratch on his cheek, not realizing how close you were to him until you glance down at your lips and gulp.

he notices where your gaze has been and smirks as he slowly leans forward. “be gentle hm, it hurts”, he says lowly. you go back to tending to the cut on his cheek and put the tiny band aid on the wound and your gaze flickers back to wonwoo. he’s so close you can feel your heart beat faster and faster and you’re pretty sure wonwoo can hear it too. you don’t know what comes over you but you lean in, closing the gap between you both as you kiss him. he kisses you back with vigor, his hand going up to cup your cheek as you deepen the kiss. your hand grips the collar of his shirt as his other hand wraps around your waist, pulling you closer as he moves his lips against yours, making you sigh into the kiss.

you pull away trying to catch your breath as you look at wonwoo looks at you, his eyes going a shade darker, his hair disheveled and messy, his lips pink and his hands warm. "didn’t know you had a thing for bad boys”, he mumbles against your lips. “i hate you”, you mumble back, kissing him. “hm i know”, he whispers, capturing your lips again as he kisses you dizzy.

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lostelfwriting · 2 months

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Bury Me with a Rose, We Both Have Thorns (Prologue)

Rating: Explicit

AO3 Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Death & Dream, Dream & Hob, Dream/Hob Gadling

Characters: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Death of the Endless, Hob Gadling, Jessamy, Matthew, Corinthian, Lucienne

Additional Tags: NO Major Character Death, Hanahaki Disease, Terminal Illnesses, Thoughts about death and dying, Decaying Health, Refusing Treatment, Strong Language, Unrequited Love, Enemies to ?, Past Minor Characters Death(s), Protective Death of the Endless, Doctor Human!Death of the Endless, Alternate Universe - Human, Tattoo Artist Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Flower Shop Owner Hob Gadling, Blood, Angst with a Happy Ending

Word count: 32k

I'm posting the whole work here on the 1st of March, but I strongly reccommend you read it on AO3, where I will be posting one chapter per day. Either way, click Read More or go to AO3 to read the Prologue!

Written for the event @the-centennial-husbands-bigbang. With beautiful art by @five-and-dimes!

It is a slow day at the studio, so while he is waiting for his next appointment, Dream is – like he does almost all of his free time – sketching new tattoo designs to add to his portfolio and listening to music loud enough to completely shut out his own thoughts. He is sketching a snake, having no doubt that it will catch someone’s eye. There is always someone who wants a tattoo of a snake. He pauses to look at his progress and ends up snorting in disbelief.

The drawing is truly a snake, but the reptile is weaving among the stems of flowers instead of a dead branch like Dream had intended. And they are ugly flowers at that. He is pretty sure that he gave a pot of those flowers to his secondary school teacher, who always called him Murphy, even though he hated that nickname. He can’t resist snapping a picture of the flowers with his phone and trying to look up what they are, but once he finds the name – cyclamen – he refuses to look up their meaning. It would surely be something stupid, like forbidden love, or maybe hopelessness.

Even the snake’s scales seem to actually be made of flower petals, and Dream rolls his eyes as he flips the page of his sketchbook. The downside to trying to tune his mind out is that he doesn’t notice when his subconsciousness begins to interfere with his process, and it has led to many flowery paintings in the past months. With a sigh, he starts copying the usable parts of the design onto another page until an insistent thought makes him pause mid-movement.

Just a few weeks ago, he would have been furious if this had happened. He used to tear those ruined sketches to pieces and then go outside into the late winter chill and glare at every passing person who dared to look his way. He wished they all felt as bad as he did, and most of all, his neighbour with his shop opposite Dream’s studio, with its bright, flowery logo.

Today’s drawing incident feels like just a small inconvenience. He feels zero anger, though he might still opt to destroy the sketch later, just for the miniscule satisfaction that the action will bring him. Or maybe he will keep it. Pin it to the wall next to his bed and look at it every night. He will look at the ugly flowers and realise with wry amusement and aching hollowness that he has finally accepted his fate.

He, Morpheus Endeles, is going to die.

He thinks about it and waits for anger or grief to appear, but they don’t. Good. He was getting sick of the self-pity. It has been months since he noticed the first symptom – the occasional cough – as something seemed to tickle his throat, easily blamed on a bit of dust. And then, a bit later, when he lay awake late at night and everything around him was quiet, he heard the soft rustle of leaves as he breathed. He didn’t need a doctor to tell him that he had the Hanahaki Disease. He tears the ruined sketch out and shreds it into tiny pieces, enjoying the bit of satisfaction that it brings him. Maybe he is still harbouring some badly suppressed anger. He doesn’t need a fortune teller to tell him that he has no chance of getting affection from the person he hopelessly loves. Because it is his neighbour, the owner of The White Rose, Robert Gadling, a straight man who rightfully dislikes Dream.

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Cyclamen: resignation and good-bye

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j-ensenackles · 8 months

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r u mine?

pairing: jimmy uso x fem!reader

summary: in a friends-with-benefits situation with jimmy uso, you don't realize you're in love with each other without a little help from sami and jey.

word count: 1.7k

warnings: some cursing, mentions of sexual themes

a/n: i'm back! sorry i haven't posted in a while -- life is crazy. thanks to @sorryimshannoon for the request! also been listening to tons of arctic monkeys so you can thank that obsession for the title. :)

You were screwed. Completely, totally screwed.

It wasn’t like you meant to fall in love with Jimmy Uso. It just…happened. But here you were, wanting him. You did have him, in a way. But not in the way you’d like.

You and Jimmy had been hooking up for the past few months since shortly after you joined the Bloodline. You weren’t even really sure how it happened, but suddenly you were in a whirlwind and Jimmy Uso was the eye of the storm.

Over the past couple months of late-night hotel room meetups and backstage makeout sessions, you found yourself falling in love with Jimmy. His smile, his tattoos, his devotion to his family, his kind heart.

And now you were here. Screwed.

Screwed because Jimmy had no idea you were in love with him, and he sure as hell wasn’t in love with you. At least that’s what you thought.

For some time Sami had been telling you Jimmy reciprocated your feelings, but you wouldn’t hear it.

“You’re blind, Y/N,” Sami argued one day.

“And you’re delusional,” you quipped back.

“The way he looks at you alone should prove that he’s in love with you.”

“Sami, he doesn’t look at me like anything. He looks at me the same way he looks at everyone.”

Sami didn’t even reply, he just crossed his arms and huffed in frustration.

Even if being friends with benefits with Jimmy was slowly tearing your heart apart, it was better to have him in some way than not at all. Right?

---

“Listen, I have a plan,” Sami entered the room, flopping down on the couch next to Jey.

“Okay…” Jey responded, looking at his friend skeptically.

“I’m tired of Y/N and Jimmy pining after each other and doing nothing about it. I say we help them confess their feelings. Whaddya say, dawg?” Sami’s excitement lit up his face.

A smile slowly spread across Jey’s face.

“That might’ve been the smartest thing you’ve ever said, Uce.”

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You sat on the couch in the dressing room, leg bouncing impatiently. Your watch read 8:01.

A knock sounded at the door and you smiled, getting up and trying to quell the butterflies in your stomach. You opened the door to Jimmy leaning against the doorframe, beaming his dazzling smile.

“You’re late,” you teased.

He rolled his eyes but his smile never faltered as he said, “Shut up.”

He pushed off the door frame, kicking the door shut behind him. He cupped your face in his hands, kissing you with the same fervor he did every time. And just like every time, heat ignited in you at his simplest touch.

He knew it, too. He knew what he did to you. You could feel his smirk against your lips as you desperately grabbed at his shirt, his chest, his hair.

You didn’t have much time, as you both had to report to Roman before your segment at the end of the night. You wanted to make the most of the time you had.

And you did.

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You finished buttoning your jeans and watched Jimmy tug his shirt back on. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, watching as purple marks blossomed across your neck from Jimmy’s lips.

“Great. Now I gotta get these covered up,” you grumbled.

Jimmy came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and meeting your eyes in the mirror.

“Don’t. I want everyone to know that you’re mine,” There was a flicker of heat in his gaze.

Crimson crept onto your cheeks. You played it off with an eye roll and a teasing smile, untangling yourself from his arms and heading towards the door.

“C’mon, we don’t wanna keep Roman waiting.”

You tried the door handle, but it wouldn’t budge. You tried again, jiggling the handle. Nothing.

“It’s not opening,” your brows furrowed as you looked back at Jimmy.

“Stop playin’,” he playfully complained.

“I’m not!”

When he saw the concern on your face, however, he made his way to the door. Trying the handle himself, he found the same result as you: it wouldn’t budge.

“What the fuck?”

He slammed his shoulder into the door, one, two, three times to no avail.

“Shit, big Uce is gonna be pissed,” Jimmy ran his hands through his hair.

“Let’s just call Sami or Jey, they’ll come get us,” you suggested.

“I don’t have my phone. I left it back in Roman’s dressing room. Use yours.”

You nodded in agreement, patting your back pocket. Finding it empty, you thrust your hand in your front pockets. Nothing.

“Um…”

You hurried from the door, looking under the couch’s pillows, behind potted plants, anywhere you could think. But there was no sign of your phone.

“I must’ve left it in hair and makeup,” you turned towards Jimmy, eyes wide.

“Shit,” Jimmy breathed.

“Shit,” you agreed.

You spun around and hurried towards the door, banging on the door and shouting, “Hey! We’re stuck in here! Somebody get us outta here!”

There was silence on the other side of the door.

“What are we gonna do?” you asked, panic beginning to set in.

Jimmy made his way to you, concern laced in his gaze. He gently placed his hands on your arms, dipping his head to get you to look at him.

“Look at me, baby. It’s alright. Someone will find us soon. I’ll tell you what, if nobody comes to get us in the next 15 minutes, I’ll bust the door down myself, okay?”

You gave a weak smile, nodding.

“C’mon, let’s sit and wait,” he guided you to the couch.

You sat, hugging your knees. Jimmy followed suit, stretching his long limbs across the couch.

“Do you think Roman’s gonna be pissed?” you asked.

Jimmy shrugged, “At first, yeah. But he always comes around.”

Silence fell again. You felt unsure, awkward. You had never really been alone with Jimmy. At least, when you were alone together, you weren’t really doing much talking. But now you were here, with him, for God knew how long.

You studied him for a moment as his eyes wandered around the room, his fingers tapping the leather arm of the couch. You were so stupidly in love with him. Just looking at him made your heart skip a beat. Not that you would ever admit it, but you sort of wished you two would never get out of this room.

But the silence was pressing in on you, and you felt like you needed to fill it and save you two from any awkwardness. So, you said the first thing that came to mind.

“Did you really mean it? That I’m yours?”

As the words filled the space between you, you immediately regretted asking. So much for preventing awkwardness. Your eyes widened, cheeks reddening for the second time that night.

“I am so sorry. I don’t know why I asked that. You don’t have to answer. You probably shouldn’t.”

You mentally chastised yourself: Stop talking! You sound like an idiot!

“Why shouldn’t I answer?”

His voice was so calm, so still, it surprised you. There was something in his voice you couldn’t quite place.

“I-I dunno,” you shrugged.

Suffocating silence filled the room again.

“Yeah.”

“What?” your eyes snapped to his face and you attempted to decipher his unreadable expression.

“Yeah, I want you to be mine,” Jimmy’s gaze didn’t falter.

His voice was quiet as he spoke the words, and even though he didn’t break eye contact and his body language read comfortable and confident, you could tell he was nervous. Jimmy Uso, nervous. You never thought you’d see the day.

Before you got a chance to reply, Jimmy kept speaking, probably in an attempt to rip the bandaid off.

“I, uh…I really care about you, Y/N. I have for a while,” he took a deep breath, “And I love you.”

“You do?”

He nodded, “Look, if you don’t feel the same way, or never wanna, like, hookup again I get it and–”

“Jimmy.”

“–I’ll leave you alone if you want. I just thought you should know because it’s all I’ve been thinking abo–”

“Jimmy.”

He stopped.

“I love you, too.”

The smile that erupted on his face could bring down mountains.

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

He grinned goofily, “Damn. I should’ve said something a long time ago.”

“I know. God, Sami’s gonna have a field day with this,” you groaned, throwing your head back in mock exasperation.

“So is Jey,” Jimmy laughed.

As silence fell again, the energy in the room shifted. Suddenly gravity seemed to pull you towards each other, your faces inches away. His gaze flickered from your eyes to your lips as he placed a strong hand on your cheek.

Even though you and Jimmy had been together countless times, there was something so intimate, so soft about this moment. His lips met yours softly, slowly, unlike anything you had known him to be before. There was no heat, no all-consuming desire in this kiss. There was something more, a feeling that bubbled up inside you until you felt you could burst. You figured that was love.

The kiss lasted a long moment, and when you both pulled away, breathless, you thought you could die of happiness.

“That was–”

The jiggling of the door knob cut you off. You and Jimmy’s heads whipped to the door as Paul Heyman entered.

“Where have you two been? We’ve been looking for you for 45 minutes! Your Tribal Chief is not happy. I suggest you come along.”

The stern look he gave you and Jimmy had you figuring that he knew exactly why you two were late.

You both got up silently, heads bowed like chastised children as you followed Paul down the hallway. You made eye contact with Jimmy and attempted to stifle your giggles, trying not to enrage Paul even more.

You felt Jimmy’s fingers twitch towards yours and your hands interlocked, his large palm engulfing yours. Your heart fluttered in your chest like a bird in a cage.

Upon entering Roman’s dressing room, you inwardly flinched as the Tribal Chief addressed you and his cousin.

“Where have you been?” Roman demanded.

“Uce, the door was stuck and we didn’t have our phones–”

Roman held up a hand, “I don’t want to hear it. Just don’t let it happen again.”

You and Jimmy nodded, finding a seat on the couch. Your hands never separated.

Too involved in each other, you both missed the way Sami and Jey clocked your body language, smirking to each other.

Mission accomplished.

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Biker Book Club

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing: Biker!Sukuna Ryoumen x Reader

MASTERLIST

A/N: So I wrote a smut and here's something to tide people over whilst I'm working on Part 3 of my Choso series. Thanks and I hope you enjoy. Let me know what you think! Follow, comment or reblog, IDC because I enjoy writing this fic. Please pay attention before reading.

NO UNDER 18s 🔞

WARNING: Smut, Explicit Sex, Cowgirl, Blowjob, Fingering, Use of Lube, Almost unprotected sex, Use of Protection, Slight Choking, Gagging, Slight dominance, Swearing, Talk of sex, Loss of Virginity, talks of cunnilingus and face sitting, cum eating

This wasn't where he expected to find his next good fuck but somehow he found you. He noticed you sitting at a beanbag in the library. Your glasses were pushed right up your face.

Even the way you were dressed was getting to him as he took in your black straight jeans and matching woolly turtleneck. You were reading a book with an interesting cover, it had skulls and thorns with cursive that made it difficult for him to guess the title.

What drew him to notice you was the way your face was deadpanned, almost looking uninterested in what you were reading. Why continue reading a book you're uninterested in? Your legs were crossed over and you had white headphones covering your ears, probably blocking all the sound.

He came here to look for Geto and Gojo, apparently he needed to go over details for the gig they were being security detail for. The two of them were meant to be in the library for some college assignment. Sukuna stood out with his facial tattoos and black leather jacket.

Right now, he wanted you to warm his bed tonight, you seemed like the type of girl who liked to be wined and dined which wasn't so bad as long as he got to use them however he wanted. Rolling back his shoulders, eyes locked on target, he stepped towards you.

You were feeling hot under the collar as you read your book and followed along the words with your audio book. It was embarrassing reading this in your library but lately your parents weren't allowing you any privacy. They felt that you stayed indoors too much thus you went to the library to prove that you did go out.

You were a grown woman who should be allowed to do what she wanted but you worked a retail job whilst being rejected for different jobs as an admin assistant. Apparently they didn't want to hire an inexperienced graduate which made no sense.

You were stuck to reading smutty books in libraries and working inhumane hours for minimum pay. The book you were reading currently involved a tall tattooed biker that fell for the mayor's daughter and it was hot as hell. Currently you were listening/reading about them getting hot and heavy in the mayor's office during a party.

You were just getting to the bit where the biker was going down on his knees when something tapped you on your knee which made you drop your book, phone and headphones. You let out a short scream but shut up quickly when you realised that you were in a library.

The first thing you saw were black laced boots, nicely polished before trailing up to ripped black jeans. Your eyes went up to a white form fitting t-shirt underneath a black leather jacket. He had pink hair with a black undercut which was an interesting colour in comparison to his attire.

For a moment you thought you were hallucinating and the biker from your book had somehow come to life. However the facial tattoos reminded you that it wasn't the male lead, this person was actually standing in front of you.

Sukuna found it cute the way you were reacting to him, shocked like he caught you doing something nasty. Although, it didn't take him much to realise that you probably were as he picked up your book, headphones and phone to hand back to you. He took a look at the title and snorted.

"What the hell kinda book is this?"

You crossed your eyebrows as you folded your arms expecting him to return your things. You stood up, but suddenly felt a little nervous at the fact that this man was a whole foot taller than you.

"It's an action book about a biker."

That wasn't a whole lie, the book involved a biker and a lot of actions. Just more of the sexual type but she wasn't going to explicitly say what the book was to a total random stranger. Especially one that looked like a handsome jerk.

"An action book?"

"Yes, why?"

He shrugged, tucking his hands into his jean pockets.

"Why are you reading it if it looks boring?"

You frown as you look at the book cover. It was far from boring. What did he even mean by that but he answered your question.

"It's just, I came in looking for some people … I noticed you looking bored while you were reading."

It took a second before you made an 'oh'. Sometimes reading smut made your face go straight, especially if it was written in a generic formula. You pursed back a smile as you put your hand out to ask for your book.

"Well, I was reading a very important scene and wanted to focus."

Sukuna didn't really believe you as he opened the book, flicking to where your bookmark was. With a quick scan of the page you were on, he noticed an interesting word which made him quirk an eyebrow at you, which made you realise that his eyebrows were pierced.

"Important scene, huh? So you don't mind if I read that?"

Your eyes widened as you lunged forward to grab your book. You don't know how much he saw but you weren't going to let him find out more. Sukuna was quicker as he swung his arm to raise the book above his head as he tutted.

"Ah, ah ah! Mind if I read, Rosy?"

"It's not your kind of book."

"Maybe it is, Rosy, what would you know?"

"You haven't even read the book from the start! You're not gonna understand a thing if you start from the middle."

"So what? I just wanna know why this is such an important scene."

You scoffed as you dropped your hands to your hips. You couldn't believe this guy. Sukuna smirked as he glanced up at the title page, you were clearly hiding something about this book.

"'Sides, why are you reading about a biker?"

"Because they're interesting."

"You ever met one, Rosy?"

"Pft … where would you find one?"

There was a smug grin on Sukuna's face as he spread his arms to gesture at himself, answering your question which made your eyes widen. The coincidence was creepy but Sukuna almost laughed at the reaction on your face.

"You're a biker?"

"Yup but that's a part time hobby. I run a security company, lending out freelance security guards to events and people."

You nod and he brings a hand out to introduce himself. Sukuna was his name, it was interesting and even Sukuna found your name nice to repeat on his tongue but he liked the nickname he gave, Rosy. He had you on the hook, all he needed to do was to line and then reel in.

"So, Rosy, did you happen to see two tall guys: one with a dark black ponytail and the other with white hair and sunglasses?"

You scratch your head as you think back, shaking your head. Sukuna looks at your book one more time before finally handing it back to you, along with your headphones and phone. He was gonna get you in his bed tonight as he exhaled.

"I see. By the way, are you doing anything tonight?"

You deadpanned at the fact that Sukuna was cocky enough to ask what you were doing. You weren't that easy although this has been a literal dream. He was probably a red flag in disguise as you amuse his ask.

"Why? You plan to ask me out on a date?"

"Well a certain someone won't let me read this important scene without reading the whole book so I want you to read the book to me. Think of it as a … what's that thing those housewives do where they read a book together?"

"A book club?"

"Yeah, Rosy, a book club. We'll have our own little book club."

Sukuna was amused as he watched you make several confused expressions, looking at him, the book cover and the pages.

"What?"

"Come on, Rosy-"

"Why are you calling me, Rosy?"

"I promise, you'll have a good night. All we'll do is read your book. What have you got to lose?"

It wasn't much and this was a good opportunity for you to get out of the house like your mother wanted. You tapped your toe, looking down before looking back up at his face. He was persistent for sure and as long as you held out your temptation to dive in, you'll have an interesting night.

"No funny business?"

Sukuna wanted to snort at the fact that that was a total lie but he straightened his posture and raised his hand to show his fingers weren't crossed.

"No funny business, Rosy. So your place or mine for our book club?"

"Yours."

This was too easy as Sukuna took your phone out of your hands, he unlocked it and typed a few things before handing it back to you. You looked as he saved his number as 'Sukuna' with a skull emoji.

"Send me a text with your address when you're ready and I'll pick you up, in the full biker fit and motorcycle. Don't forget your book."

Without letting you say another word, Sukuna walked off leaving you confused yet lowkey excited at the fact that you were probably going on a date of your fantasies.

It took you half an hour to get home, your parents were still at work so you went up to your room to change. You were going to wear your plainest most unattractive clothes which was a white button up and a long lilac coloured skirt with a nice silver necklace and earrings.

He surely wouldn't be aroused by these clothes as you pack your bag with your book. You look at your phone, hesitating to send the text. You could just not go … he seemed like a conceited douchebag. But he promised an interesting night and heck he might end up being a highlight in your boring miserable life.

You sent the message and not long after you hear your phone ping with his response that he'll be at yours in twenty. This was plenty of time, you took this moment to ponder on your thoughts. You couldn't make your mind up as you were interrupted by intrusive thoughts begging you to sleep with him.

You didn't know much about him and he seemed like the type of guy that had one night stands. You didn't want to be a conquest. Plus you didn't know if he was good in bed. The cocky ones were usually all talk no bark. You had a sneaking suspicion that he maybe was good in bed.

A loud roar sound from outside, this made you jump as you rushed to your window to see who had a lion only for you to notice Sukuna outside your front door with his motorcycle. That was embarrassing as Sukuna caught your eye in the window and waved.

It was time to go as you took a few quick breaths, going down and sending a text to your mother before you stepped out of your front door, locking the house and walking to the tattooed biker who was leaning against the seat of his parked motorcycle. He was still in the same clothes as before and he did not shy away from looking you up and down.

"You look nice, Rosy. Didn't know you had more colours in your wardrobe."

"I see you didn't change."

"Of course not. We're doing a book club. I'll dress nice when we have our first date."

He winked at you which made you huff before he reached around the right side of the motorcycle to hand you a black coloured helmet. You turned it around your hands in surprise as he then pulled out a red helmet for himself, sitting it on his head and lifting the visor up to look at you.

"What's the matter?"

"I didn't expect you to have a helmet."

This made Sukuna laugh as his head reared back, shaking his head. You may have read too many biker stories to come up with that assumption as he took the helmet from your hands, to sit on top of your head.

"Of course I do. Don't want my book club partner to have an accident before she can read her book to me."

You roll your eyes as Sukuna sits the helmet on top of your head properly, adjusting the strap before checking if it was secure on your head, he gives a nod and goes to take his motorcycle off its stand, sitting on it and starting it up. It had a nice loud purr that almost vibrated in your chest as he cocked his head to gesture you.

You look at Sukuna and then at your clothes, realising that maybe your plan to look unsexy may have made it unsafe.

"Sukuna, how am I gonna sit on your bike?"

"You're just gonna have to hold your skirt up, Rosy."

You crouch slightly to lift the hem of your skirt up to your knees as you step up to Sukuna, holding your skirt in your left hand and using your right hand to rest on his shoulder to help you bring a leg around his bike. You're seated properly and bunch the skirt in the middle of your legs, unsure of where to put your right hand.

Sukuna can hear you think too hard as he gets your hand to hold onto his waist. He pushes your visor down as he warns.

"Hold tight, Rosy. Squeeze or scoot closer if you're scared. I don't mind."

One rev. Two revs and the motorcycle is kicked into ignition as Sukuna pushes forward slightly before beginning to drive to his place. He's smooth at driving as he effortlessly weaves in between cars, surprisingly it's not too fast or too slow and you're able to actually look around you

Motorcycle driving was a different experience as the lit lamps gave the city a lively vibe than the sleepy one you often used to see when looking through a car window. You could feel the rush of wind on your arms as you tighten your grip on Sukuna.

He was giving you a wonderful experience and it isn't long until he reaches an apartment complex, he parks his motorcycle near the kerb. He steps off first before giving you a hand so that you could lift yourself off his bike.

You had a good time, Sukuna could tell as you took off your helmet and gave him a chance to see your exhilarated facial expression. He too took off his helmet as he led you through the doors, straight to an elevator to the third floor.

His apartment is neat and tidy with an open floor living room and kitchen. The colours were dull and grey, almost like it hasn't been lived in for a while as you examine.

"It looks nice."

"Thanks. Only moved here two months ago so I didn't get a chance to redecorate."

"Ah, where were you before that?"

"Around Japan. Never settled in one place. When I set up my company, I decided to settle here. Makes it easier to list the business."

You gave a nod, looking around, there weren't many pictures. Was he alone? There were two doors in front of you, one door to your right and one to your left as Sukuna pointed at each one.

"The far left one is the bathroom, next to it is a guest room, my room and then a laundry room."

You nod, taking your shoes and socks off by the front door as you go over to his dark grey cushion sofas, setting your bag on the white coffee table. It was better if you knew more about him and surprisingly he wasn't shying away from any personal questions which made you wonder what he was intending.

"Yeah. Been on my own for a long time."

"You live alone?"

He was an interesting open book. As you get your book out, he heads to the kitchen to look in his fridge.

"Want a drink? I got water, beer or orange juice."

You crinkle your nose at the beer and juice, instead asking for water. He comes back with two bottles of water, handing one to you and taking a sip from the other one. He was definitely not what you assumed him to be.

"No beer?"

"Don't feel like it."

That was a lie as you picked your book up, flicking to get to the front page after making sure that your bookmark was in its proper place. How were you going to do this? But Sukuna answered that as he sat right next to you on the double sofa, his arm spread on the back and his legs spread wide.

"Go ahead and start, Rosy."

With no other qualms, you started to read. You had a nice soothing voice as you began the story and Sukuna was getting into the vibe. He was curious and interested as he asked you all sorts of questions about the characters, further clarifications about certain scenes and actions.

It was a nice intellectual discussion and Sukuna was for once enjoying with you. In fact he was slowly beginning to let go of his idea that you would be sleeping in his bed. He would much rather read which surprised him.

You had reached halfway and your hands started to get clammy as you were getting to the scene you were reading earlier. This was going to be embarrassing as you rolled your shoulder back, feeling a slight stiffness as you paused your reading. Looking up at him over the book, he seemed calm and interested which somehow made it harder to ask.

"What's up, Rosy? Wanna take a break?"

You were almost thankful as Sukuna glanced at his phone, noticing you had read for a good hour and a half. Yeah you needed a break.

"Let's take a break."

"Thanks, I'll just go to the bathroom and be back."

You step off the sofa and shuffle to the bathroom, rushing in and locking the door behind you. Taking deeper, harsher breaths to try and calm your beating heart. Surely Sukuna had to have some inkling that this was not an action book else why would he insist on you reading it to him.

You pee and wash your hands, freshening up and shaking away your nerves. It was just a book and fiction, you read it quite a lot, heck you can pass off your facial expressions to not be a giveaway. But Sukuna was going to know that this was a porn book and he was going to tease you endlessly.

After a few minutes, you leave the bathroom and rejoin Sukuna on the sofa, picking up the book to pick up where you left off when he plucks it out of your hands, offering.

"Why don't I read? This is a book club and we should share reading turns. Besides, I wouldn't want you to overexert your voice."

This was the worst idea Sukuna had as he began to read where you left off. All of sudden the temperature dropped, his voice dropped as he started to talk about the female lead encountering the male lead. You kept your body still as you listened to Sukuna begin to slow his pace.

Talking about the male lead getting down on his knees, kissing a trail up the female lead's legs and nuzzling his face into her panties. It felt like a whisper in your ear and for the moment you felt like you had been transported into the mayor's office and Sukuna was the one in between your legs.

His hands stroked up and down your legs whilst he sniffed at your panties, you felt yourself lull into a dizzy lusty spell as you closed your eyes to fully manifest the image in your mind. The voice stopped and you were back in reality as you opened your eyes to watch Sukuna pout.

"Is my voice so bad that you fell asleep?"

You hadn't fallen asleep as you blink your eyes, furrowing your brows at Sukuna. His lips twitched slightly and you had a feeling that he knew what this book was all along.

"No … not at all."

"We were just getting to the scene you said was important and I can see why."

You huffed, bringing your bare feet to tuck under you as you face him fully, straight posture and slightly leaning forward.

"You knew what this scene was?!"

"I caught a glimpse of the word 'suck' back in the library but snuck a better look while you were in the bathroom. It's an interesting book."

"Interesting book? It's got explicit sex scenes!"

"And? Sex is natural. There's nothing to be ashamed about. We will have an intellectual grown-up discussion about it. I'll continue."

That he did, he brought the story to life as he read about the oral scene in the mayor's office. You tried to keep a straight face but inside you felt yourself slowly burning, from shame or excitement the two were blurring.

Sukuna, too, was getting hot under his shirt, having shed his jacket now to show you his arms which were muscular and tattooed making your eyes wonder where else is tattooed. The book wasn’t what you were expecting, since it was meant to be a highly smutty pornographic book.

It was nothing, since you listened to the story. The main leads were hot and heavy in her room and the office. You had passed your bookmark and reading the climax was … underwhelming for you. Apparently the male lead was using the female lead to get revenge on her dad by screwing her in his office. She finds out, they argue and they make up. The big sex scene which your friends hyped up was unbearably tame.

Sukuna found it incredibly hot as he finished off his last sentence, closing the book and turning it over in his hands. He got a few good tips from the book which will help him as he took a moment to look at his book partner. His eyebrows crossed with confusion as he took in your disappointed disgruntled expression.

"Rosy?"

"Yeah?"

"What you think of the book?"

You look at the book cover, taking it from his hands and reading over the reviews. In all honesty, you couldn't believe how disappointing the book was despite the four/five star reviews.

"You tell me first, Sukuna."

"Well … the plot is interesting. Both the guy and the girl had interesting chemistry which made the love scenes hotter. I liked it. Especially that argument scene."

His words eventually stopped at the growing disappointed look on your face.

"So you didn't like the book?"

"It just … I have completely opposite opinions to you. The guy and girl have no chemistry. There was no captivating conflict and just the sex scenes were lackluster."

Sukuna tilted his head, you were unhappy? He wanted to grin so badly, hearing you be so disgusted by the lack of creative sex, making him wonder what you were into.

"Lackluster?"

"Yes. I've read better books than that. With better chemistry and sex."

"Really? What books are they?"

You were about to answer his question when you clamped your mouth shut. Did he truly want to know what books were better? Nah there was no way. He was just doing this to get you to have sex with him. You huff and let out a sarcastic sneer.

"Maybe when we have our next book club meeting."

"Sure, you're free tomorrow?"

"Wait … what?"

You wanted to laugh, say that he's joking and get him to give up but the serious expression on his face confirmed that he was interested. More than that, he would read more books with you.

"I'm serious. Look … I'm not gonna lie, at first I wanted to have sex."

It shouldn't surprise you. It really shouldn't. This was an expectation whenever you hung out with men who wanted a quick fuck. Basically a fuck boy but somehow you were surprised and taken aback by the fact that he outright admitted his true intentions. You wished you could be disgusted but instead you felt … vindicated.

"But when you started reading and then I took over, I enjoyed reading. I especially enjoy the conversation we're having, which surprises me as much as it might surprise you. I could be satisfied just reading a book with you, tonight."

You blinked once. Blinked twice, ruminating over his words. You least expected this outcome. Did your outfit work all too well? You look down at your clothes before looking up at Sukuna, just perplexed and befuddled. Sukuna seemed to reveal something to you which made him incredibly more attractive to you.

"You're not just saying that to guilt trip or manipulate me?"

"I might look like an asshole but … I'm not just saying that without any meaning. I'm serious."

This time he called you by your actual name, not that god awful nickname. He was serious. Dead serious. Somehow that made him more attractive. You shook your head harshly to knock that thought out of your head. You were in some kind of mood. Sukuna watched you rather nervously.

"Right. Well … I guess … thank you for being honest."

Sukuna gave a nod as he turned the book in his hands, changing the topic back.

"Well thanks for reading this book to me. I guess we agree to disagree on this book. Although I still find that argument scene hot. Especially when she grazes her teeth on his dick. Shit had my dick twitch."

At the mention of his dick, your eyes dropped down to see the imprint of it against his right thigh. What the fuck? Your eyes widen slightly, looking at his imprint. He looked like he had quite a bit of length on him.

"You liked the teeth? Isn't that like a no-no in blowjobs?"

Sukuna shrugged, looking up and answering the question.

"There is no rulebook on how to give a blowjob. You just go with the way you feel. Never really considered the thought of teeth on my dick but this book proved me wrong. Would be nice if a girl was rough with my dick."

At that moment a challenge was presented in front of your eyes. Somehow you felt the urge to be that girl. To be Sukuna's girl, even if it was just for one night and if he never called again. All your logic and reasoning went out the window and you only live once.

Sukuna watched you curiously get inside your head, wondering what you were planning. He exhaled looking down at his phone to see the time.

"Well, it's getting very late Rosy and I'm hungry. Want to order some -"

He was about to get up when you stood up and pushed him back onto his double sofa. What was going on with you as Sukuna watched you get on your knees, his eyes widened.

"Hey! What are you-"

You pressed your hand against Sukuna's mouth, your other hand drawing circles on his knee.

"For the record, this is out of my own volition. Can I …"

You trailed off, almost feeling embarrassed to say what you wanted to do to him. Your bravery was all over the place and Sukuna quirked a curious eyebrow. He couldn't believe this was happening and he didn't even initiate it. He didn't know whether to stop or carry on. Either way he felt like a dick and he was going to be an inconsiderate dick.

Sukuna gently pried your hand off his mouth, holding it and fiddling with your fingers.

"Can you what? Come on say what you were gonna say, Rosy?"

You huff through your nose and bite your lip. Now you definitely weren't going to say it as Sukuna grinned. You were the type of girl to live in fantasies so he truly didn't expect you to follow through as he brought his hand onto your shoulders.

"You know this is very cute but … I'm fine with just reading. Don't strain yourself."

You hated this placating tone, like Sukuna wouldn't believe you and let you do what you wanted and this made your nose scrunch in anger.

"Fine. Can I give you a rough blowjob or are you gonna be a difficult piece of shit?"

"Well shit, Rosy. You didn't have to be such a brat but I appreciate you asking for permission."

Sukuna watched you as he gestured for you to go ahead, his eyes trailed down from your eyes to your nose, mouth and neck. He was gonna let you have your way with him as he watched you unbutton the jeans, unzipping the fly and tugging slightly so that his jeans were off his butt.

You could see the dick more clearly as you noticed it was not only long but quite girthy. It was half erect which offended you as you brought your finger to stroke along the length. Sukuna flinched at your sudden touch, watching your finger stroke him through his boxers and making it rouse to life.

This was your first blow job. Heck, this was the first time you've ever done anything sexual except for masturbating and even that was … You've read books and watched porn. You could do this. Somehow you weren't too fussed about giving your virginity to someone special. You could do this. You didn't care about your first as long as you found someone to be a lifelong last.

Hooking your index finger into his waistband, you tugged it down, almost getting smacked in the face by the sudden growth. Even more, he was circumcised, and trimmed. Sukuna was a shower for sure, looking up at him and connecting your eyes with his.

"Are you waiting for something Rosy?"

"Nah, just wanted to see if you were watching carefully."

Sukuna huffed a laugh, leaning his head back before shuffling down slightly to get his dick to brush your lips.

"Oh, I'm intending to watch everything, Rosy, especially if you're planning to use your teeth. Lemme know if you need help."

You frowned at his words, deciding to just go for it as you leaned forward to purse your lips around his tip, you begin suckling on it, pushing your tongue down to lick up his length. Making your mouth water more so that your saliva drips down as you slowly push more of his dick into your mouth.

His hands clenched the cushions of his sofa, his nose let out short breaths as he watched you slobber over his dick like a dog on a bone. You had no experience for sure but somehow this was so much better than any blowjob he had received. Your inexperience was driving him crazy as he watched your saliva droop down.

For sure you were a messy girl as you took Sukuna's dick out of your mouth, licking up and down before spitting on it and retaking it into your mouth. You bring your teeth down and gently graze against his frenulum which made him yelp. An interesting sound as you repeated your action.

This was way better and somehow his heart pumped faster every time your teeth pinch the length. You could bite down and somehow the potential pain of that made him grow so hard, and before he knew it, he was whining. He's never whined or whimpered. Your teeth teased at his girth, threatening to bite down which almost had him arch his back.

Watching Sukuna react like that made you push harder, licking down to where his balls were. You kissed them before gulping them into your mouth and sucking at them like they were a melon ball. Precum was starting to pool at the slit of his penis which surprised him because it took Sukuna longer to get to an orgasm stage.

There was something different about you as you noticed the white viscose cum on his tip. You licked at it, finally tasting what you've only read about. It wasn't great and it wasn't awful. It was salty and you began to suck his tip again in the hopes to get him to produce more.

"Shit, Rosy. Stop teasing."

Sukuna was at his whims end as he watched you guzzle his dick like it was ice cream. You weren't teasing at all in fact you wanted to try to fit him into your mouth as you sat up straighter and brought your head down. Slowly swallowing his cock to try to deep throat him.

Unfortunately you had a terrible gag reflex that made you pull up immediately, Sukuna jerked in surprise as he watched you pull away, gagging. You were an overachiever which made him grin with glee at your grumpy pout. He patted your cheek to reassure you.

"Hey Rosy, don't be so grumpy. You're doing well."

You mimicked his words and tried again but failed once again as your gag reflex made you pull up. Sukuna exhaled exasperatedly, grabbing both your cheeks to make your attention face him.

"Why are you being a brat? You clearly cannot deepthroat me so don't do that again."

"Or what?"

You were in that kind of mood as Sukuna almost guffawed in laughter. One of his hands slid down to press just below your jawline. A shiver ran down your body as Sukuna leaned in, quoting from the book.

"Or I'll fuck that throat so hard that you lose your voice."

You bit back a smile, the logic of that made no sense and you just found it funny which made Sukuna curiously tilt his head and tighten his grip on your neck.

"That funny?"

"I mean … that is so not possible."

Sukuna pursed back a smile, bowing his head slightly so he could not laugh at your words. You were by far the funniest most interesting lay, he was for sure never going to make this a one time thing as he looked up and into your eyes, trying to maintain that serious tone.

"Oh yeah, wanna bet?"

"Totally."

Sukuna shaked his head and huffed out a laugh, leaning his head back and palming his face. You and your terrible sense of humour got to him.

"Goddamn it Rosy, I'm tryna set a mood here."

You shrugged and were about to return to sucking Sukuna's dick when he shook his head and pulled you up by your shoulders. Standing up and lifting you in his strong arms, pressing his lips onto yours. His tongue licked around your mouth, taking in his own taste.

He blindly guided you to his own room, stepping on top of his own bed to lay you down. There was no more patience in Sukuna as he let go of your lips to fully undress and show his full nude body. This time you noticed that he was covered in tattoos, all over his chest and arms and legs. You were surprised there weren't any on his dick.

"I see you admiring me Rosy."

"Nah, just wondering why your dick ain't tattooed?"

"Just cause I didn't. Now I'mma ask this once: can I be your first?"

You blinked in surprise, how'd he know you were a virgin. There was no way he should have been able to tell that. You clear your throat and unbutton your shirt.

"What kinda question is that? You're not my first."

This was funny to Sukuna as he broke out into a full blown laughter. It took a few minutes for him to settle before he loomed over you making your thighs rest on his hips as his nose brushed against yours.

"Don't try to be funny. It's actually cute that you're a virgin. Don't worry, I'll take care of you."

Sukuna pulls off your shirt and skirt, raising an eyebrow at your fox print bra and underwear. At least you were wearing matching underwear as Sukuna snapped the band of your panties against your waist.

"So this is the new kind of lingerie nowadays. You're just getting cuter by the minute."

You frowned, you weren't cute, you were sexy and you had enough of Sukuna's cockiness as you brought your hands to his shoulders, shoving him to roll onto his back. Bringing your whole body to straddle him and have your pussy press against his cock which made the both of you shiver.

"Think I'm cute now?"

By instinct, your hips began to slowly roll on his cock gradually increasing in speed which made Sukuna huff and whimper, the only thing he could hold onto was your hips. You had your hands on his chest to steady yourself. This was way better than anything you imagined as your head lolled back in pleasure.

Sukuna too was enthralled in the act, there was something about you that was making his cool dominant demeanour just fade away as you began to hump him faster. He brought a thumb down to rub rapid circles on your clit which had you convulse and beg.

"Sukuna! Fuck!"

"Shit!"

You were being brought closer to the edge by Sukuna's thumb as you gyrated your hips faster until you shuddered with pleasure. Finally reaching your high, followed by Sukuna who's cum spread: a little bit on your underwear, his stomach, his chest and his lower jaw.

You were lost in pleasure as your head rolled back and forth, Sukuna was also feeling a little out of breath but he had enough energy for one more round, this time he was going inside. He blindly reached into his bedside drawer to pull out a red bottle of lube. He squirted some onto his hand and fingers, spreading a little more onto his penis.

Sliding your underwear to a side, you let out a broken gasp at the intrusion of Sukuna's lubed fingers inside your vagina. Thrusting them a few times to get you used to the feel before sliding them out and grabbing the base of his penis. In your orgasmic daze you noticed his hand on his penis.

To help him, you shift forward slightly and guide the penis inside you. Full on moaning uncontrollably whilst one of your hands dug and yanked Sukuna's hair.

"Fuck Rosy, gonna be the death of me."

You smiled and gave a nod, finally sitting down onto his dick. He fit snugly inside thanks to the lube as your gushy walls clenched at the feel of his dick inside you. This was way better than any book you've ever read. You were way better than any woman Sukuna fucked.

It felt incredible and warm being inside you, Sukuna was never going to let you go. However something seemed to snap in your head as you squealed and pulled yourself out, hopping off the bed and going through the drawers before tossing a foil packet on Sukuna's chest.

"Fuck, you forgot protection."

Sukuna huffed with a smirk, ripping open the foil and rolling the condom on himself.

"Shut up!"

"Virgin. Totally called it."

You got back on the bed, this time sliding onto Sukuna's dick again, your insides clenched and relaxed at the feel of him inside you. A hiss left his lips, planting his feet on the bed and making you bounce up and down as if you were on those bouncy balls.

Your nails dug into Sukuna's shoulders as you couldn't control your movements, feeling like a toy. No wonder the female protagonists in the books you read were pushed to their limits in sex because sex itself was tiring. Sukuna had his eyes closed and teeth gritted whilst sweat was sticking like water droplets on his skin.

Once again feeling a little offended, you brought your right hand onto his neck, squeezing as hard as you could to get his attention.

"Hey! Sukuna! Keep your eyes open! Thought you were gonna watch everything."

He opened his eyes which made you notice that he had dark brown eyes like the bark of trees in a forest. It was the warmest kindest thing you saw from him as you watched Sukuna take your fingers to scoop some of the cum that was about to dry on his skin, moving your fingers into his mouth and sucking off his own taste.

"Don't worry, I'm not missing anything."

A few more thrusts and you were close to cumming which disappointed you. For some unknown deep embedded reason, you wanted Sukuna to cum first, to tire out first. Just anything to get rid of that placating confidence. You needed to delay your orgasm and the best way to do that was to completely move away.

Immediately you got off Sukuna, huffing and puffing rather tiredly which made Sukuna groan in disappointment. He couldn't believe that you pulled yourself off again, as he turned his face to watch you only, for you to climb back on him, slide him in and go again.

Sukuna tilted his head in confusion, unsure of what you're playing at. Although he could feel himself getting close to the edge, he was about to move his hand down to squeeze at the base of his penis to delay his orgasm but you grabbed his wrist and pressed it down beside his head. You did the same to his other hand.

Thrusting harder and uncontrollably, Sukuna was getting very close to spilling as he hissed through his teeth.

"Fuck Rosy! Stop! I'm gonna-"

"Go 'head. I want ya to."

This was what you were playing at as Sukuna knowingly grinned. Instead he dug deep into himself to mentally block himself from coming but the sound of your words snapped him out.

"Oh Sukuna! Fuck! You feel so good!"

You were playing dirty. Talking loudly, holding his hands down and bouncing on him. Truthfully, he could overpower you, and really fuck you hard. However you were the one who initiated the sex, so you were the one in control. Sukuna was fine with that and next time he could get the upper hand and really mess you up.

You could have this one as Sukuna exhaled deeply, ejaculating into the condom. He came harder than before and somehow he felt a little more exhausted. He looked down to where you were joined, watching his penis disappear into you and it wasn't long until you reached your high. Your vagina got wetter and started dripping down his condom.

Your arms and legs started to burn slightly as you dropped yourself onto Sukuna's chest making him huff in pain at your sudden drop. His eyes furrowed in confusion, tapping your shoulder and calling your name to see if you were still awake. You hummed slightly which made Sukuna exhale in relief.

"Hey, wake up. Gotta dispose the condom."

You frowned rather tiredly but rolled yourself off him and beside him. Taking deep breaths to cool down your skin, looking to your left to see Sukuna take off the condom and tie the end with a knot. His legs felt like they were glued to his sheets, he broke out in a smile and wiped his forehead. There was a small bucket which he used as a bin, he tossed the condom as it landed inside.

Sukuna glanced back at you, seeing you take deep heavy breaths. You were tired out like him.

"How was that for your first night?"

"That wasn't my-" You cut off at the look on Sukuna's face. There was no point lying. "It was … good. You?"

Sukuna laughed heartily, heart warm from you asking him how it was.

"I mean, I cannot feel my legs so … it was really really good, Rosy."

Your heart swelled from the praise as you bit your bottom lip and looked away which made Sukuna grin because you were shying away again. He brought his hands onto your waist to make you lie on top of him, stretching his hand out to pull the sheet over both of your waists.

"Why'd you call me Rosy?"

"Aw don't look away Rosy."

Sukuna shrugged, his fingers coming up to stroke at your cheeks.

"Cause I like how flustered you were when I called for your attention for the first time."

That was clever of him and flattering as you gave a nod. Sukuna grinned, bringing your chin up to give you a peck on the lips.

"So same thing for tomorrow's book club?"

You raised an eyebrow, bringing your finger to trace at Sukuna's lips.

"I never agreed."

"Come on Rosy. We need to read a book that's not so … lackluster as you so put it."

There was something about Sukuna that just made you roll your eyes but agree as you give a short nod.

"Okay fine. But we are strictly reading."

"Says the one who initiated this."

"I did not-"

"Really? I told you I was just fine reading but you said it yourself: 'I'm doing this out of my own volition.'"

You laugh breathlessly, agreeing and not contesting his words.

"Okay fine. But we are not recreating book scenes if we do end up having sex."

"Ugh, stop acting like a virgin now."

You smack Sukuna on his shoulder which makes him squeeze your thighs, staring down into your eyes whilst raising his eyebrows. You technically hadn't recreated a sex scene as Sukuna informs you.

"Well if you wanna get technical: we only recreated an oral technique. We've still yet to recreate a sex scene. Did I tell you that I have an office for my company? We can do the office scene there."

"We're gonna have sex, again?"

"I mean …it's only a suggestion."

It sounded like a challenge again as you pierce your eyes together. Somehow you manage to gain some strength in your body as you push yourself to sit up on his thighs.

"Why wait for your office when we can just go ahead and recreate the bedroom scene? This time following - it - exactly."

He liked where you were going with this as he nudged your body to shuffle forward slightly.

"Sure, why not? But you're gonna have to scoot up and take a seat on my face because I still can't feel my legs."

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 1 month

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When The Stars Align

Note: after a slight meltdown the past few days, @foxyanon told me about the current state of the planets, and it inspired me to write this little fic last night after doing some research on my own.

Warnings: none.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: Sihtric learned about the planets and their energies

wordcount: 1,8k

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Sihtric dropped his backpack in the hallway and threw his keys on the cabinet. He took off his jacket and tried to put it on the hanger, but letting out a frustrated sigh as the coat fell on the floor. He reached out to grab it, absent minded, and he miss grabbed twice before he finally snatched the jacket from the floor with a low grunt.

He hung up his jacket and then took off his leather boots, which landed on the wooden floor with a heavy thump. Before he made his way into the living room he stopped by the mirror and looked at himself, clicking his tongue before he cursed under his breath as he noticed how messy his hair was, and feeling ashamed he had looked like a homeless person at work all day. He shook his head and shrugged internally, knowing it was too late to worry about that now anyway, and he opened the door to the living room.

'Hey, babe!' you smiled happily when your husband appeared, but you immediately felt his energy was off and you toned down your enthusiasm.

'Hey, sweetie,' he said, with the shadow of a smile, and he leaned in to kiss your lips.

'What's wrong?' you asked and took his hand, guiding him to sit next to you on the couch.

Sihtric exhaled sharply and then shrugged.

'I wish I knew.'

'What do you mean?' you wondered.

'Everything is just… it sucks lately,' Sihtric raked his tattooed fingers through his wild hair and he threw his head back on the couch, 'everything went wrong today. I got stuck in traffic so I was late for work, then I realised I forgot my work keys at home so the whole day I had to ask Finan to open doors for me. My lunch sucked, the project we're working on sucks, everything just sucks.'

'I'm sorry, baby,' you said softly and wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing a kiss to his cheek, 'it will pass. Tomorrow will be better.'

'But that's that problem. I've been thinking that tomorrow will be better for weeks already, and tomorrow is never better. These past few weeks have been so exhausting, I really don't get it,' Sihtric threw his hands up in frustration, 'I'm not doing anything different than usual. I'm not eating different or sleeping different, yet my whole energy is just… gone and I feel so tired all the time. It's really getting at me and I really don't know what's going on. Am I having a mid-life crisis or something?'

'A mid-life crisis?' you chuckled, 'god, I hope not.'

'But then what? What is it?' Sihtric questioned out loud.

'Probably the planets,' you shrugged and sat back.

Sihtric scoffed and rolled his eyes. You and your planets. Sihtric was too down to earth to believe in all that nonsense, and in truth, he only half listened whenever you began about it.

'Don't you scoff at me,' you lightly punched his shoulder, 'I'm serious. I know you always think I'm bullshitting you, but I'm really not.'

Sihtric shook his head and wanted to dismiss your theories again, as usual, but something told him to hear you out today.

'Fine,' he groaned, somewhat reluctantly, 'what about the planets, honey?' he asked with a hint of sarcasm, and he turned to fully face you next to him.

'Well,' you cleared your throat, 'there's a solar eclipse approaching, and those are known to bring a shift in energies. Our energies. It changes our energies and vibrations. You can feel really out of it for no reason at all, or feel very emotional for example.'

Sihtric averted his eyes from yours and he rubbed his face.

'Yeah, I've been feeling those things,' he admitted.

'I know, so have I, and many with us. It can make us feel imbalanced and everything we are experiencing right now can actually intensify as we get closer to the eclipse date. So you shouldn't be too hard on yourself, love,' you smiled compassionately.

'So an eclipse is the cause of having a few shitty weeks? Really?' Sihtric frowned, still not fully convinced.

'Oh, there's so much more going on,' you laughed.

'Like what?' he asked with a pained look.

'Well the Moon has just been full and a solar flare is happening too for example. They can cause mood swings and add to the already imbalanced feeling we are experiencing because of the eclipse approaching. And also, eh,' you grimaced, 'Mercury is going into retrograde next week.'

Sihtric stared at you and blinked several times before he opened his mouth to speak.

'Sweetheart,' he sighed, 'you know that I have no idea what the hell that means.'

'It means that things just don't go well for a period of time. I can't explain it either, it's just a thing,' you said, 'our lives can suddenly feel so much heavier during this time. We can really start to doubt ourselves and think we're all alone against the world, but it's important to remember that we're not. And that you are not,' you poked your husband's chest, 'so don't let it get at you. Know that you're just being affected by the solar system, like many others, even if they don't believe in it. And remember that it will pass and that when you doubt yourself, remember that it's happening because of the planets, not because you're doing something wrong. Well, unless you're an asshole,' you chuckled.

Sihtric laughed briefly and then raked his hands through his hair again.

'Yeah, I don't know, babe. I'd like to believe all this but… I just don't know.'

'Oh, I'm not asking you to believe it,' you scoffed, 'it's happening, whether you believe it or not.'

Later that night, when you were already asleep, Sihtric snuck out of bed after having tossed and turned for hours on end. He wanted to laugh away your reasoning for his feelings as of late, but he couldn't shake the thought that there was some truth in it. Because he hadn't told you anything about his struggles, and yet you seemed to know exactly how he felt. And how? Because of some stupid planets? He wasn't going to buy into it like that, no, he had to see it for himself.

And so he tiptoed down the stairs and took his tablet off the table. He sat on the couch, dressed in only his underwear, and he threw a fluffy blanket around his shoulders before he put on his reading glasses. He hissed through his teeth when his tablet wouldn't switch on and showed him an empty battery sign, because why would something go smoothly for him, and as he leaned forward to reach blindly under the couch in search of the charger, his glasses slipped off his face and fell onto the floor. Sihtric cursed loudly, then lowered his voice as he remembered you were asleep and it was the middle of the night, and he inspected his glasses to find a slight crack in the left glass. He took a deep breath in order to calm himself, then plugged in the charger and put his damaged glasses back on.

Finally, once his tablet was on, he began his research. His mismatched eyes scanned page after page after page, one leaving him more baffled than the other. He ended up watching videos on the subject, listening to scientists but also to spiritual people and he was just mind blown by everything he learned. After about an hour he jumped up and grabbed a notebook and a pen, and he started to jot down everything that seemed connected to his own feelings. He was startled to find out that this Mercury Retrograde was just the first of the year, and that two more retrogrades were following later. Sihtric gasped and wrote down the dates, including the preshadow and postshadow times, and he began to look into how he could protect his energy. He scrolled to endless pages, varying from astrologers to witches, all giving their own tips and tricks. And time flew by while he did his research. It was only after four long hours that he finally sat back and took off his glasses, staring at the wall for a few long minutes before he snapped out of his trance-like state and went back to bed again.

The next morning Sihtric couldn't stop talking, even if he only had a few hours of sleep, which was showing. You stared at him, half awake yourself while you tried to sip your tea and have breakfast.

'Did you know,' your husband said, his mouth stuffed with cereal, 'that when Mercury is in retrograde it can cause technological issues and problems with travels?'

'Eh, yeah,' you yawned, 'I knew-'

'And also that it causes communication problems?' he went on, not even hearing you, and he took your hand after he swallowed down his food, 'honey, we really have to keep communicating during this time. I've read that misunderstandings happen a lot now and we can't jump to conclusions!'

You stared at your husband, who looked like a mad scientist right now with his big eyes which were surrounded by dark circles, and his uncombed bed hair and the way he kept talking on and on as if he was on crack.

'And it's not just now, no, no,' he scoffed, 'this will happen a few more times this year. It will happen again in August and in November, and I think… honey,' he said with near panic in his eyes, 'we need to take time off during those weeks. We have to… we have to brace ourselves! We should book a trip- no, no! We can't book a trip, as travelling could be unsafe! We should-'

'Sihtric!' you yelled, all tensed up and on the verge of a sensory overload, 'honey, please… please calm down, okay?'

'But-'

'No,' you shushed him, 'listen to me, darling. I know about this stuff, I do, trust me. What I've learned is that we can't let it control us. We just gotta take it easy, okay?'

Sihtric nodded eagerly, still wide eyed and bursting with a weird and confusing kind of energy he picked up overnight.

'But we should make plans,' he said, 'like back up plans. Oh!' he gasped, 'and we need to plan ahead! And we… we need to make sure we communicate so we don't become frustrated with each other, right? Yes… right,' he rambled on and took his phone, 'I've read that Mercury rules all forms of communication, I had no idea about that! I think we should do some of the breathing exercises and grounding rituals I found online. Oh! And I also took a screenshot of our horoscopes for this period and here it says- wait, h-honey, where… where are you going?' he asked, bewildered as you got up and left the kitchen.

'I just… I need some time to reflect,' you mumbled, completely deprived of energy early in the morning.

'But… babe!' Sihtric yelled after you, 'we're only in the preshadow period!'

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lani-wr1tes · 1 year

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Connie x Black! Fem! Reader.

connie was the love and light of your life , and you where his. as far as you know , you did no wrong in his eyes. everyone told you that this was the "honeymoon phase" but let's be honest who's in that phase for three years.

as far as you were concerned, you were the main girl of his life, atleast you thought you were. of course you had your suspicions but you were convinced he'd never do anything like that.

there wasn't much he could've done anyways, he lived with you and it was the same thing every day. you woke up , he woke up , you got ready , he got ready , you stayed home or went to studios for photos, ran errands and while he went to work , tattooed , gave a couple piercings then went home.

so there really wasn't much he can do? right?. well today was different. tonight officially made three years of your relationship. so when he went off to work today you were a little suspicious when he didn't say anything about the occasion.

you had the whole day set up. 9:30 hair appointment, 3:15 nails , then the rest of the day cleaning and cooking then boom! surprise your boyfriend with a anniversary date from home.

at 6:30, when he usually got home you sat the table waiting for him to walk through that door. atleast that is what you thought should happen, right now it was 11:37 pm. upset , you were cleaning everything you set up. "niggas not even here.”

you went to your room, mumbling all negative words to yourself about him and the occasion. cleaning up the room a little bit then going into the bathroom to shower.

when you finally finished that and your nightly routine, you laid down on your bed looking at the digital clock on your nightstand. 12:30.

sighing to yourself you closed your eyes , trying your hardest to get some sleep but it seemed virtually impossible, the room door opened and you turned your body around seeing it was connie.

"hey mami." he leaned over the bed to kiss you but you dodged it. "where were you?" connie rolled his eye at your question.

''''ok, could we not do this today?" he grumbles. "i don't feel like doing anything right now, it's late and i'm tired."

connie walked into the bathroom, stripping his clothes till his underwear and throwing his shirt and jeans in a hamper. "connie tell me what the fuck made you so tired that you come home damn near twelve in the morning."

you weren't even going to mention your anniversary , you're going to let him figure that on his own. " i was with jean." he plopped on the bed facing away from you.

"seriously that's all you have to say especially today too?" you sucked your teeth looking at him.

"y/n, i don't have the energy for this. we'll do something another time go the bed."

"fine. bitch ass. you mumbled turning away from him. your eyes slowly opened, scanning around the room. you slightly squinted, in an attempt to focus on the numbers, glowy white on the pink alarm clock

you looked over on the bed and saw the empty side of the bed. the smell of food hit your nose harshly causing you to stand up.

you slid your slides on, and walked into the kitchen. connie stood over the stove, one hand on a spatula and the other on a phone.

"mom. ma. listen." he turned off the stove. "; know i messed up so ima make it up for her today. you walked over to the fridge still in a sour mood from last night.

"you know i love you right?" he looked at you in the eye. even though it was dark you were still able to see each other's faces. "fuck out my face”

"and no matter what i say or do or how i act i still love you." he said with a dead serious face. "i get it whitney houston. you doing everything but apologizing."

“and i'm getting there." he rolled his eyes and laughed a bit. " i love you and i'm sorry." connie looked sincere and you just looked at him.

"I'll make it mean something but for now do you forgive me?" you sucked your teeth and shrugged. "i guess i accept your apology but that doesn't mean i forgive you."

"ima take what i can get mama.”

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minisugakoobies · 1 year

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Timezones | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Genre: a little angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, established relationship, Non-Idol!AU

Rating: T

Warnings: mentions of illness (not specified), mentions of ill parent, a very soft Jungkook and reader dealing with sudden long distance, special guest appearance by Bam, yes there is a noraebang and fried chicken because last week's lives honestly felt like something a fanfic writer wrote, sorry if this makes you sad but I needed to write it

Word Count: 1.4K

Disclaimers: Obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: Only thing that keeps us apart / Is a different timezone

A/N: I'm never getting over Jungkook's lives from last week. The absolute boyfriend vibes, combined with me listening to "Timezones" by Måneskin today, led me to write this. Thank you @sugalaritae for lending me your talented eyes!

I didn't specify what country reader is meant to be from, just that their family at one point while they were a child lived several time zones from where they lives now, long enough for them to think of it as their childhood home.

There are some things going on in my life that have inspired some of the plot, so… I hope when the time comes that you have to deal with such things, you have someone like Jungkook here to support you. It makes all the difference in the world. 💕

The notification comes in at a little past noon. You stare at it for a second before tapping the screen. A familiar pair of brown eyes come into frame, blinking slowly beneath a cloud of dark fluffy hair.

"Koo? Why are you awake?"

"Hi, baby," Jungkook grins, deflecting your question with the sweetness of his smile. His head rests on his tattooed forearm as he gazes at you. "Miss you."

The words make you sigh, releasing a tension you didn't even realize you were holding. Carrying your phone into your bedroom, you sink down onto the mattress of your childhood bed. "I miss you, too."

It's been over a week since you said goodbye at the airport. Eight days, six hours, and thirteen minutes, to be precise. Every tick of the clock sends that number higher and higher.

"I was just thinking about you. Wanted to check in. How're you feeling?"

You shrug, burrowing deeper into the pillows. "I'm okay. Woke up late. Just killing some time before the appointment this afternoon."

He hums, nodding. Your boyfriend opens his mouth and then closes it again. You know what he wants to say, but he doesn't need to. You know he'd be here with you if he could.

This trip came up unexpectedly. But that's how it always goes when a parent gets sick. Everything's fine until it's not. It was easy enough for you to drop everything and fly halfway around the world, but Jungkook's just starting his career now, after a long period of false starts and dead ends. He didn't have the time banked and you weren't about to ask him to give up his job to come home with you.

Home. There's that word again. It's disorienting, being back in the place where you grew up, and feeling like you're somewhere new. So little has changed here, yet it feels completely unfamiliar. Home is now several time zones away.

Home is where he is.

Jungkook's voice pulls you back to the tiny device in your hand. "What time is it there?"

"Just past noon." You don't ask him what time it is, fully aware that it's the middle of the night there. "Why are you still up?"

"Eh, got home a while ago from drinks with Jin-hyung and was hungry, so I got fried chicken. Now I'm too full to sleep."

You give him a look. "How many times do I have to tell you, you can put some of that in the fridge? You don't need to eat it all in one sitting!"

Jungkook scrunches his nose in delight at your reaction. "I know I don't need to. I want to."

You just roll your eyes in defeat. It's not a new topic of discussion. Your boyfriend has a big appetite.

There's a gentle clicking sound from offscreen, nails tapping on hardwood, and then a big brown nose pops into frame as Bam puts his head on his dad's arm, wanting to know what he's looking at. Bam's technically your dog, too, since the two of you adopted him when you'd moved in together three months ago, but you're not a fool. He's Jungkook's baby.

"Bammy!" you coo, and Jungkook tilts the phone so Bam can see your face. His tail whips Jungkook's side in his frenzy. "Hi Bammy, I miss you!"

"Bam's been such a good boy, keeping me company while you're gone, haven't you?"

Jungkook buries his nose in Bam's face while planting kisses on the dog's snout, and you laugh when he sniffs the dog. Someone else might find it weird, but you're used to his sensitive nose. He's always sliding up behind you in the kitchen or bathroom and pressing his face against the back of your neck to inhale deeply. You stopped wearing perfume at his request, when he told you how much he loves your natural scent.

Right now, you'd give anything to feel his arms around you and hear that little snff snff up close. Your sigh is a little louder than you intend, because it draws Jungkook's focus away from his dog.

"You okay, baby?"

"I am. Really. I should… I should probably eat something." Food always helps. It's one of the things your father taught you. "Keep me company while I make lunch?"

Jungkook grins again, twirling something in his hand. "How about I do you one better?" he asks, and you realize he's holding his karaoke mic, and likely has been this whole time, just waiting for the perfect moment to reveal it. "Any requests?"

As you warm up your leftover takeout, Jungkook serenades you with a selection of your favorite songs. He incorporates little bits of choreo in some of the performances, like the risqué moves he does while crooning "Unholy" that make you choke on your rice. As always, his sweet tenor makes your heart flutter while he effortlessly riffs his way through a private little noraebang, just for you.

When your lunch is done, you sit in your father's old armchair, tucking your legs up on the sagging cushion. Jungkook's eyes are closed as he sings, and you know he's lost in the music. It's one of the things you love most about him, the way he gives his all to whatever he's doing. No matter what it is, he's always committed. Devoted.

You're so lucky to have him.

"Koo," you finally say when he pauses to pour himself a beer. "Baby. It's so late there. As much as I'm loving this concert, you should get some sleep." As a graphic designer, he works from home, so he doesn't have to wake early for a commute, but he's still human. He still needs sleep.

He fiddles with his frosted mug, pushing it back and forth on the table by where his phone is propped. "I know. I just… I don't like sleeping in our bed without you. It doesn't feel right." He frowns, dark brows knitting together in a look of anguish. "It doesn't feel like home when you're not here."

The last bit of tightness in your muscles dissipates as you melt at the heartache in his voice. "Oh, babe, I wish I could be home with you right now. Take you to bed, wrap my arms around you, and cuddle you to sleep."

"I wish you were here, too." The stars in his eyes seem dimmed by the sadness that hangs there. "And I'm - I'm sorry that I couldn't be ther-"

"I know, babe. I know." He falls silent at your gentle interruption. You've never hated the miles between you more than this very moment, wishing you could hold him close. Knowing he feels the same. "But this, you calling me like this to check in on me, singing to me - this means so much."

"Be better if I could hold you."

"Mmm. True." You smile playfully, chest warming when he smiles back just a little. "But don't worry. Even though you're there and I'm here, I still - I still feel your love." Of the two of you, he's the crier. But you find yourself swallowing thickly around your words. "So thank you."

Jungkook nods, letting his chin fall to his forearm again. "I'm always here, baby, any time you need some love. Time zones can't keep us apart."

"I know." You mirror Jungkook's position, watching his eyelashes flutter as exhaustion finally seems to hit him. "I love you, Koo."

"Love you too. Let me know how the appointment goes."

He yawns, and in the corner of the screen you see Bam curling up next to him on the couch. As soon as you end the call, you know they're going to fall asleep right there together.

"I will. Go get some sleep, babe."

He murmurs something that sounds like a very sleepy goodnight, and then the call disconnects. The screen fades to black, but in your mind you still see his soft smile.

Stretching, you peel yourself out of your father's chair. The appointment you have today is the one you've been dreading, but you'll be okay. In just a few more days, you'll be back home.

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geminibsworld · 5 months

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flower

summary: fb!tom tries not to fall for his fwb

warning: NO MINORS, 18+ sexual content, pinv(girl is on bc), cussing, tension, maybe mentions or use of drinking and smoking, angst, fluff, mostly sexual lollll, romance obvi, mental health/meds, slow burn, slight violence, slight tw, daddy!kink (sorry lol)

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the rain smacked against the windows. she sighed, staring ahead whilst listening to suic*de boys. the windshield wipers squeaking loudly, she sighed again. her lilac hair sat on her back, her aqua eyes bright as she stared ahead waiting for the light to turn green so she can start her day. she blew air from her mouth to change the song to superman by Eminem.

the light changed green, she pressed on the peddle and the car moved forward. she thought about how her boyfriend didn't make her feel the way the song made her feel. she wanted to feel the way this song made her feel. she wanted to feel wrecked, withering, ANYTHING. instead her boyfriend was plain vanilla, didn't care if she finished or not. it was quite boring to her. her long manicured nails tapped against the wheel while she was waiting to pull into school. the butterflies and stars tattooed on her hands stared at her.

she pulled into the sad parking lot and parked her car in the back, away from everyone. she didn't have friends, she had a friend and a boyfriend. people didn't like her often enough, everyone says she's a bitch. sure, she could be friendly but people have ruined her spirit for years. her family, old friends, old lovers, these people have ruined things in her life that's made her hate her existence. her white vans below her as she waltzed into the high-school, everyday everyone stares at her. they call her a whore, a slut, cock eater, etc whatever anyone could think of it's been towards her. she was taken out of thought, when someone tall bumped into her and her airpod fell to the ground. the music stopped and she looked up, a tall man with the bluest of blue eyes she's seen and brown wavy hair. she didn't realize she was gawking at him till she heard a laugh.

"I said, I'm sorry. are you alright?" he asked her, eyes peering into her.

she grabbed the pod and mumbled a quick, "yes, thanks."

"how come I've never seen you before?" he asked smirking down at her. she rolled her eyes, of course, she thought.

"I don't know, and I don't care, now excuse I'm going to be late and you've done enough already." she sighed, his brows furrowed his lips parted, his eyes watching her.

she went to walk away, but tom grabbed her wrist and said, "ya know, you have a fat ass right?" he was smirking at her, his plump pink lips parting slightly.

"fuck you, and next time you say something to me I'll fuck you up. don't think I'm scared of no man." she sneered at him, he raised his brows.

the bell went off signaling first period was starting. she cursed under her breath walking away from him. he stared at her imagining what it would be like to be closer with her. he watched her hips sway as she walked, her long lilac blonde hair went down to her ass, he imagined what it would be like to touch her hair. wrapping it around his hand, pulling her head back while plunging into her from the back, her fat ass bouncing against him.

it was lunch, skye sat with her boyfriend and her best friend. she stared ahead as that boy stared back at her from the other table. the chatter going on around her, her boyfriend and best friend going on about the new hunger games movie. his blue eyes pouring into yours, she felt a feeling she'd never felt before. it was in the bottom of her stomach, warm with butterflies.

"skye? you good?" you snapped out of it. she looked up to see her boyfriend, Jessie, staring back at her, his dark brown eyebrows furrowed, brown eyes staring at you.

"yeah, why?" she sighed, blinking. she looked and saw, that boy was gone. she didn't know who he was or why he was staring at her but she wanted no part.

"girl, you're all spacey and shit." Elizabeth, laughed. she flicked her black hair over her shoulder, her tan hand tapped skyes.

"I'm just chilling, why are yall worried? I'm good, just shit on my mind. not important, don't worry." skye grumbled, crossing her arms and leaning back.

"are things bad again? are you off your meds again skye??" Jessie spoke, concern and annoyance lacing his tone.

here we go again. skye sighed, loudly and laid her head down on the cold table. she closes her eyes, and breathes.

"please drop it. I'm fine." skye said in annoyed tone.

suddenly, skye sat up. grabbed her tray of food she barely touched, and walked away. she dumped the tray, and grabbed her airpods. sublime playing as she walked to her next class.

she walked down the hallway and turned a corner, once again bumping into a tall man. both pods fell out, and she looked up at him. he towered over her, she was short already but this made her feel even smaller.

he smirked down at her, noticing her taking all of him in.

"we've got to stop meeting like this, flower." his voice, smooth like honey.

skye scrambled to grab her things whilst ignoring him. she stood up, and began to walk away as he grabbed her uncovered wrist. his large hand warm and calloused. she slightly gasped but cleared her throat to cover it up. she yanked her hand away, and glared at him.

"I don't wanna 'meet you' at all, whoever you are, which by the way, I don't give a fuck. so get out of my way or I'll fuck you up." she began to back up and move around him, going to the left side picking up her pace.

"hey, woah woah wait up!" she heard behind her,' go the fuck away' she grumbled to herself.

he came up and pulled her hair from behind, the feeling it gave her was out of this world. it hurt mostly definitely, but felt so good at the same time. right amount of pressure. his large hand wrapped in her hair, her aqua colored eyes and pink cheeks staring back at him, her pink plump lips a gape.

"huh, interesting." tom let out a laugh, and let go. she cleared her throat, embarrassed.

"d-dont fucking touch me again or I'll cut off your fingers." she cursed to herself noticing the stutter. she had this feeling in the pit of her stomach. she was aching, she'd only know this feeling when she started having sex. that aching, burning, wanting, feeling. she never gets that with Jessie. never, ever.

"you didn't seem to mind all that much, flower." he smirked down at her, he admired how small she was. she was thick where it counted that's forsure, he thought to himself.

skye ignored the feelings she was having and rolled her eyes at him.

"don't fucking call me flower," she seethed, angry he made her feel that way. her boyfriend should make her feel that way, but he doesn't but that doesn't mean she's going to do whatever she wants.

"well, flower," he smirked, "I'm tom blyth, and I think you are so fucking attractive."

she stared blankly at him, then walked away. he followed her, closely. why is he following me? skye was getting annoyed because she made it clear she wasn't interested and dude doesn't get it.

suddenly tom was taken out of a trance, her ass stopped jiggling, and he was looking into skyes eyes. she was upset, aw how cute he thought. they were outside the classroom, the problem was the door was locked. she couldn't escape him, she's going to have to make him go away on her own.

"what the fuck do you want? I've made it literally crystal clear I don't want to know you and I'm definitely not fucking interested in you. I have a boyfriend, and I don't like you." she was clearly pissed off, but tom was too busy scanning all over her.

"unbelievable." she scoffed, "of course you're not listening."

tom laughed, his smile bright, his plump lips etched into a grin.

"of course I'm listening. I heard every word you said, I don't care if you have a boyfriend, flower."

she wanted to hit him, punch him, scratch him, push him, etc. skye has anger issues, no one knows where they came from. she goes into a rage so easily, and she releases it physically. getting off was her favorite way, but unfortunately she's never done it to herself and her boyfriend only helps slightly. skye has pent up rage, she bottles herself up and explodes rather than talk about how she's feeling.

"i hope you get hit by a car when you walk out the school," skye said, anger lacing her voice. she was basically spitting at him.

he leaned forward, his warm breath on her ear, she shivered ever so slightly so he couldn't see, but he still noticed. he smirked before saying, "you can hit me with your car, it would be an honor."

she cleared her throat, seeing the teacher finally headed their way. she stepped back, glaring at tom. he chuckled, putting his hands in his Grey Hoodie pocket.

"Hi, Mr. Garfield. how are you this fine day?" tom asked, smiling kindly at the older man.

"m'okay, how about yourself, Mr. blyth? you're not bothering skye right?" Garfield let out a dry laugh, unlocking the door. skye rushed in finding a seat in the back, away from everyone.

other students began filling the room, tom and Garfield still talking till the bell rang. his tall frame exited their classroom before taking one more glance at skye. her name was skye, I'm still going to call her flower, he thought to himself smirking.

she threw back the shot of tequila, wincing at the stinging. she's at a party with her friend, Elizabeth, she forced her to come to this. skye doesn't mind as long as she can get fucked up in peace.

she threw back a couple more shots, feeling good enough, she made her way to the floor holding Elizabeth's hand. once she pulled her to the middle, they were dancing to some indie song. she Levi shorts riding up higher as she swayed her hips,her hair flipping everywhere. she was laughing and staring up at the ceiling, the floor vibrated and she was alone in the world again. her flannel fell off her shoulder, she whipped her hair around as she danced.

Elizabeth ran off with some guy leaving skye alone. she walked upstairs, to find a bathroom. she climbed the stairs, looking over the railing she saw tom. he was laughing with a bunch of people she'd never seen before. he must be a grade older, she thought.

tom felt eyes on him, he looked at her as skye looked away and scurried up the stairs. she looked hot tonight, very Tumblr looking. suits her hair, he thought.

"I'll be back, gonna find a bathroom," he told his friends, they nodded and continued on as he went up the stairs. he didn't see her anywhere, he passed people and knocked on every door. almost every door locked, when he found one unlocked, he turned the knob and opened it. he had found her, she was sitting on a bed staring out the window, at the night sky.

her flannel was gone, he looked as the wind caused goosebumps on her porcelain skin. he wanted to give her goosebumps, in every way. he wondered what the rest of her looked like, he imagined her porcelain tattooed skin in the sunlight, waking up next to her after making her cum all night. her swollen pink lips, letting out small breaths, her lilac hair eyewhere, spread out on the pillow in knots from his hands.

"leave me the fuck alone" her voice snapped him out of his trance. he almost laughed out loud, she doesn't know him.

"why? you gonna cut my fingers off, flower?" he sneered, his gaze pouring into her. she stared back at him, she had to feel this burning feeling too right?

she blew smoke from her vape out of her mouth.

"I'll cut something off, yeah" she grumbled turning away. he laughed out loud this time, she snapped towards him.

"not joking, asshole," she breathed, annoyed she wasn't alone and wasn't drunk anymore.

"I'd let you do anything you'd want to if it meant you'd touch me," he smirked, "I've heard rumors about you. you're a good fuck and suck, I've heard."

she stood up and put back on her flannel, suddenly feeling embarrassed and needed to cover herself. she crossed her arms, and marched up to him. suddenly, her hand flew to his face, punching him in the eye. she gasped, as he immediately groaned and almost fell.

"oh my God, I-I am s-so sorry," she breathed crouching down in front of him. he sighed holding his right eye mumbling under his breath.

skye immediately felt bad, she hadn't been physical with anyone in a very long time. she goes to therapy for her anger. she never wanted to hurt anyone, ever. she blacks out, and it's not pretty.

"I am so sorry tom," skye sighed, placing her hand on his. he glared at her, before sighing and standing up.

"you know my name?" he asked, looking curiously at her. he pulled his hand away, there was a small bruise by his right eye. his wavy brown hair a mess, slight shadow around his mouth making his lips look even more pinker. she could smell him, he smelt intoxicating. suddenly, she realized she was just breathing in his scent not saying anything.

"u-uh, yeah. I heard at garfields," skye finally breathed out, feeling that feeling again. she wanted nothing more than to have him take her right there, but she couldn't.

he noticed the way she was blushing staring at him. all he could think about was how she smelled like cherries, and vanilla. he wanted to inhale her, in everyway.

"nice to meet you, skye," he smirked, she nodded at him.

"what happened to flower?" she slightly smirked at him, he moved closer to her wanting to touch her ever so slightly. the tension in the room was thick, they both felt it. he leaned down to her ear and said, "which one do you want, princess?"

cold chills spread across her whole body, her lower body started pulsating. she was so turned on for no reason. she wanted him forsure, and he definitely wanted her. but she could never, maybe in a different scenario. but God damn, she was turned on more than ever. her breathing was unsteady, as she took in his smell and how he said princess. she wanted him to take her right then and there, as hard as he could, she had heard rumors that he had a big cock. she got wet at the idea of it, she shook her head.

she stepped back, 2 steps. leaving a safe amount of space since she doesn't trust herself at the moment, she itched her head with her nails before walking towards the door. she looked back at him out of breath, he was watching her. taking all of her in.

"I'll be thinking about those pretty little hands on my cock later," he said, nonchalantly smirking at her reaction.

her eyes widened, before she could respond her cheeks went red. she was soaked, she couldn't help it. she hadn't had sex in weeks, and her boyfriend doesn't satisfy her. he's slow and soft and gentle, not her style at all. she gulped turning towards the door, opening it and running out.

Monday morning. she left the gym in a rush, her legs aching. today was leg day, her shorts rode up her thighs exposing some small tattoos she did herself. she pulled her large hoodie over her, and quickly decided to switch to leggings hefore heading inside the school. she couldn't help how she felt about tom, he is possibly the prettiest man she's ever seen. she touched herself to him all weekend, she quite literally couldn't help it, probably.

tom jerked off every night thinking about her. his large calloused hands, rubbing his cock thinking about the image of her. her body spread out on his bed, imagining what her pale body looked like. he knew her ass was fat, that was obvious. she seemed to have a small chest, and a very tight waist. from what he could tell, she was extremely fit and took care of herself. he liked that. he thought about her face, her plump fat pink lips, letting out small whimpers as he touched her. 'daddy,' she would cry out, he cums at the thought very fast.

he sat in the back of class thinking about her. his cock getting hard, bulging in his sweatpants. "fuck," he mumbled, adjusting himself. he pulled out his phone, scrolling aimlessly to distract himself. he found her on Instagram, he decided to stalk her, just slight stalking the normal.

"insane", he smiled to himself.

"fuck cancer"

"ur mom"

he sighed, she's so gorgeous. her lips would look so pretty around his cock he thought. he turned off his phone before, getting up and leaving the classroom. the bell rang not even a second later, he needed to talk to her .

she sighed, seeing as tom was coming to her and she couldn't do that right now. she's had the worst anxiety all day, she just wants to be alone. he smirked at her, she gulped pink spreading across her face.

they made their way to each other, she kept her face low, hiding with her hood up. he stared at her, she seemed off.

"flower, you seem down today. what's wrong?" his brows furrowed, concern spread across his face. his blue eyes searched hers, for some type of response.

"this is the first time we've talked all day. do you think I'm stupid? please don't act like you give any of a shit, we know you wanna get into my pants," she stated, staring at him with no emotion. he scoffed, why is she always like this?

"I'm trying to check on you, you don't have to be a bitch 24/7" he snapped, skye rolled her eyes walking away. he followed her of course.

"yeah I do, people leave me alone that way," she mumbled, before turning walking out the doors.

he still followed her, he wanted to make sure she was okay.

"I don't want to leave you alone," tom breathed, she leaned against her car, his right arm above her and he looking down at her. she breathed in, his intoxicating smell taking over once again.

he noticed her eyes closing ever so slightly.

"you okay flower?" he asked, his warm breath fanned over her face. she sniffed, before nodding.

"yes, now please move. I want to leave," he obliged. she got in her car, smiling tightly at him before driving off.

she was drunk again, worse than last time a real fucking mess. she was wearing a short black dress that barely covered anything, and ripped tights. the room was spinning and she kept drinking. she was dancing her heart out, when she bumped into someone. she recognized that scent anywhere. it was tom, she turned around.

his fluffy hair in messy waves, the hair had grown in more on his face making him look older. she searched him everywhere, he wore a button up with 4 buttons undone, black jeans,and black converse. his sleeves rolled up at his elbows, she looked at his arms and hands, so veiny and large.

"hey flower," he smirked down at her. she gulped she couldn't do this, not now. she couldn't control herself.

"H-hi," she breathed out finally, he laughed. the room colorful with the speakers shaking the house. she enjoyed seeing the colors, most of all she enjoyed seeing him.

suddenly before the conversation ended, she felt a hand on her back. Jessie, of course.

"Hi baby," you felt lips on your cheek, you watched tom. he didn't react.

"who's this?" Jessie asked, his breath smacking your ear.

"tom, meet Jessie, Jessie meet tom," you gestured to each other, Jessie stuck out his hand but tom ignored him. his eyes stayed on skye for a moment before he smirked and shook his hand.

"nice to finally meet you, I've heard so much about you," tom smirked, teasingly. Jessie didn't even notice, he really thought that could be true.

Jessie beamed, wrapping a protective arm around her waist, she didn't move. tom noticed, he laughed before saying, "does anyone want a drink?"

"oh I would love a drink," skye slurred slightly, tom laughed and decided she'll be fine with no more. he wanted her safe.

"okay anyone but skye," tom smirked again, Jessie laughed.

"man just get her something to drink, shes more relaxed for later," Jessie, smirked, winking at Tom laughing slightly. Tom's chest tighted.

"huh??" he asked, Jessie let go of skye so tom could hear him. Jessie stepped forward Tom's frame much bigger than his, Tom's nostrils flared at this thought.

"she's more relaxed when we have sex, usually when she's drunk I don't even need to ask. I just do," Jessie smirked, laughing. tom didn't think that was funny at all, his flared nostrils and his blue eyes now angry. he stared at Jessie, he wanted to hurt him.

she picked at her ripped jeans in class, anxiously tapping her leg on the ground, her nails scatching her skin slightly, leaving marks. she woke up to Jessie trying to touch her while she was passed out drunk, she screamed and kicked the shit out of him and dumped him on the spot. she was definitely sad but anxious and done.

tom found out about the break up, tom decided to beat the shit out of Jessie after school today. tom decided to ask Jessie to come look at his car, said something was wrong with it before shoving Jessie into the car and kicking his stomach several times finally spitting on him and calling him scum.

he caught skye on the way out, she looked like a mess but she's still beautiful of course.

"hey flower," he smirked uo at her, she nodded.

"Hi tom," she said, blankly. he stared at her, he just wanted to Hug her and make her okay.

"would you like to come over today and watch movies?" tom asked, hopeful it sounded innocent enough. he didn't want to make her uncomfortable.

"I guess, let me go home and change," she said with a tight lipped smile, he smiled to himself.

"cool, here's my phone for your number so I can text you the address or I can come get you?" he said the last part like he was asking her, she took his phone and put in a number.

"I'll drive, don't worry about it," she breathed, leaning her head back against the car seat. tom smiled and nodded.

she pulled up to an apartment, I guess his family and him live in an apartment she thought to herself. she drove to the building number before turning off her engine. the snow crunched beneath her feet when she walked to his building. his door was on the first floor, she sighed and knocked on the door.

the door swung open, stood there was tom, in a red hat and underwear. tight black underwear. it's cold outside, why is he still huge?

she didn't realize she was staring at him till his hand waved in front of her face. she looked up at his, standing there he leaned against the door on the left side, arms crossed, smirking and admiring her for totally checking him out,

"flower," he smirked, the hair around his mouth barely peaking through, his wavy hair peaked out from underneath the hat.

"tom," her heart pounded, she wanted to be pounded by him, so bad.

"come on in, flower," his voice smooth, she nodded going inside his warm home. the first thing she noticed was that smell, and that feeling was happening all over again. she felt dizzy, but in the best way.

"can I take your coat?" he asked her, eyes burning into her. he had pants on now, but still shirtless. his body was truly so beautiful, his waist was snatched and his chest and arms were so large. she shuddered her thoughts away.

she nodded, giving him her coat and leaning down to take off her shoes. she watched him from behind, his back flexed barely moving to put her coat up on a coat hanger.

"what are we watching?" she asked, looking around his home. it a studio apartment, a red brick wall on the right side, his TV sat in front of it. plants spread out throughout his place, his curtains a white see through, his couch was a dark brown sectional. he had paintings spread out on the other wall, they were all nature scenes.

his large bed sat in the corner, very messy not made in the slightest. two pillows sat on one side with a black sheet only. the sun shined down through the windows on the bed, skye blinked before thoughts could invade her mind.

"uh, I figured we could watch a horror movie," his voice echoed, as he came walking out of the small kitchen area. he stared at her as she looked around, she felt her eyes on him.

"sure,"

the tension was so thick in the room, skye felt like she was hyperventilating. they sat close, their thighs touching, arms at their sides.

"so-uh, where is your family?" skye asked, startling tom. he was in deep thought, thinking about what it would be like to tease her and please her. he looked up at her, their eyes met.

"well, I'm of age so I don't need them," he laughed, his eyes bright staring into her.

skye nodded, she stared at the screen again.

"so I have a proposition for you," she looked at him, him smirking at her once again.

"obviously you notice the tension here, why don't we ya know do something about it? if we like it we can do it again?" skye stared at him, mouth slightly agape. he laughed, a very melodic sound.

"are you joking?" skye voice, laced with annoyance. he still smirking at her, he turned his body towards her. she gulped, ever so slightly and turned towards him.

"never," chills erupted on her skin, she shook her head. I mean it wouldn't be terrible, and it would be a one time thing if so, I can't imagine I'd enjoy it that much. he is right, she's touched herself to the thought of him almost everytime she has time, she's soaked now just sitting next to him.

his eyes bored into her, his hand slowly coming up to her face. his large hands calloused, and warm, grabs her face on both sides. she gasped, that familiar feeling bubbling up. her cheeks began to pink, he knew what she was feeling because he felt it too. he leaned forward and kissed her. just once, just a taste.

his lips, soft and plump pressed against hers. she pulled away, as far as possible. she sighed and shook her head. looking away from his gaze, she could feel him staring at her.

his eyes watched her, she won't look at him. that feeling, he wanted more. he was hungry for her. she was too, and they both knew it.

edit: part 2 is princess peach and part 3 is blue Jean baby

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