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obsidianbaby · 17 days

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I DONT SHARE

this is pt 2 of " FUCKING BROWNIES"

read pt 1 here :

synopsis - you've been best friends with the triplets for a few years and you're currently visiting them in LA. After your hot sneaky hook up with chris, matt cannot keep his attention off of you.

warnings/notes - angst, matt! x reader, fingering, spit kink, voyeurism, choking, slight praise kink, themes of possession

a/n - this is the sequel of my first ever sturniolo smut so i hope y'all like where the plot is goingggggg (she thick) okok enjoy mwah

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It's after 11pm and the brownies finished baking an hour ago, the boys and I are currently enjoying them on the couch while watching a movie.

I sit squished between chris and nick, leaning on nick's shoulder with his arm around me and my legs extended across chris's lap, his hands mindlessly rubbing my legs. Matt sits uninterested and incredibly quiet on the furthest part of the couch from us, face buried in his phone.

"Matt you good?" Chris asks looking over at Matt from his spot on the couch beside me. Matt ignores him and continues to stare blankly at his phone.

"Mattttttt are you going to try our brownies or what??" I ask staring at him wondering what's crawled up his ass in the past hour.

At the sound of my voice he looks up from his phone at me for a mere second before returning his attention to his phone.

"If you don't have some now these fuckers are going to end up finishing the pan" Nick says looking towards Matt. Matt heavy sighs and puts his phone down before turning to us.

"Nah im good, not hungry." he says cooly.

"what? bro I thought you wanted some brownies..?" Chris asks smirking in confusion looking from Matt to me, I shrug my shoulders at him.

"yeah not anymore, lost my appetite for brownies. I think i'll just go clean up the kitchen." He replies, standing up and heading for the kitchen.

"sounds good to me" Nick adds jokingly.

"wait let me help you" I say, sitting up getting ready to stand up. Chris tightens his grip on my legs and looks at me intensely. I bite my lip at the feeling of his grip on my legs and I raise my eyebrow at him. He just shakes his head and pouts at me, not wanting me to leave my place from the couch. I just roll my eyes at him and continue to get off the couch following Matt into the kitchen.

"what can I do to help?" I ask matt politely while standing beside him at the counter.

without looking over at me he scoffs, "you're grown do you really need me to assign you a task?"

baffled but not wanting to poke the bear I step away from him and start to gather the utensils and mixing bowls to wash in the sink.

I start to mindlessly hum while washing the dishes in the sink and matt walks up closely behind me softly saying, "I was going to wash the dishes" i feel his hot breath on my neck.

"don't worry i've got it how about you just go watch the movie matt, i know you're not feeling well" I say keeping my body turned towards the sink.

"excuse me? What makes you think i'm not feeling good?" he asks with an tone.

"probably because of your sudden attitude?" I say bluntly as i continue to focus on washing the dishes. He lets out an unamused chuckle before wrapping his arms around my waist, hugging me from behind.

"I'm fine, really" he says, nuzzling his head into my neck.

"are you sure? you can tell me what's bugging you ya know?" i say lowly so only he can hear. He shifts behind me and sighs, his arms lazily hugging me still.

"i know but i'm fine" he whispers against my neck, shivers erupt down my spine.

"okayyyy whatever you say matthew" I say as i finish putting the clean dishes on the drying rack. I turn around in his arms and let him hug me tightly, putting my face in his chest.

"hey are you coming back to watch the movie?" chris calls suddenly from the couch and i swing my head towards him, his jaw clenching.

"uh yeah I just want to wipe down the table and counters first." Chris gives me a thumbs up and goes back to watching the movie. "Matt are you gonna join us after i finish cleaning?" I ask breaking apart the hug to look up at him. He smiles at me and nods.

"only if i can have my turn with you as my blanket." He says smiling cheekily. I laugh and shake my head at him.

"of course matt I know how to share" I say with a wink before turning away from his hold to wipe down the counters and table. Matt just leans against the sink and watches me contently. "hey i thought you came in here to clean?" I say teasingly to matt, my back to him as i bend over the table to reach the other side with the cloth. I can feel matts stare on me and I turn around the face him, his eyes already locked on mine and he blushes.

"yeah but you gave me the day off so" he says crossing his arms across his chest smiling at me.

"whatever. I'm done now anyways lets go" I say, tugging his arms and he gives up his hold and allows me to tug him to the couch with me.

He takes a seat beside chris leaving an obvious spot in the middle of him and chris for me to take. I sit in between them deciding to keep to myself.

Chris immediately leans his head on my shoulder and i can feel matt staring at us. I look over to matt and he smiles before grabbing my legs and pulling me closer to him so my legs lay horizontally across his lap, my ass half on his lap. Chris shifts his position and pulls my shoulders gently so that my head rests on his lap and he begins to run his fingers through my hair.

"well you three look incredibly comfortable, I'm gonna head up to bed now" Nick says standing up before turning to me, "and thanks for cleaning up the kitchen" he smiles, continuing to the stairs up to his room.

"hey i helped" matt adds jokingly.

"wrong" I say looking at matt.

"you did not" nick adds before disappearing up the stairs.

"not my fault you didnt let me" matt says raising his hands up and i roll my eyes.

While chris continues to run his fingers through my hair, matt places his hands firmly on my thighs, his fingers resting in between. Matt starts to softly trace his fingers along the inside of my thighs and my core begins to tighten.

I look at Matt with a questioning look and he just winks cheekily at me continuing to rub my inner thighs, causing my panties to grow wetter by the second. My breathing starts to pick up and its as if chris can hear my raising heartbeat, he looks down at me from where my head rests on his lap.

"you good?" he asks quietly, gently caressing my cheek with his hand to tilt my face towards him. I nod not being able to get any words out worried that a moan might escape my lips instead. He smirks at me and turns his attention back to the tv.

When i notice chris's attention is no longer on me apart from his hands buried in my hair, i look back at matt, his gaze still on me, making my cheeks flush.

I look down at his hands that keep inching further and further up my inner thighs towards my heat thats now pulsing so hard he can probably feel it.

"hey chris, pass me that blanket will ya?" matt nods to the blanket beside chris. Chris reaches beside him and hands the blanket over my head to matt. Matt lays the blanket over our laps now shielding his hands that are currently tracing lines around my bikini line.

I bite my lip holding matt's intense gaze and he smirks at me before he finally breaks the stare and turns to watch the movie. He then leans over to the coffee table, grabbing the remote and turns the tv up to a ridiculous volume.

Chris looks over at matt, "dude are you deaf?"

"i just turned it up a little relax" matt says while he watches the movie intently and i watch him. He then looks over at me sensing my stare, "be a good girl and watch the movie" he says quietly, before turning back to the tv. I gulp hard and do what he says, licking my lips with anticipation.

Matt's hands suddenly graze under my shorts and start playing with the hem of my panties causing my to involuntarily buck my hips. Chris snaps his attention to me and then to matt and then back to me with a questioning look.

"sorry im fine" I say instantly looking over at Matt who has a cocky smile on his face as he continues to watch the tv.

"hey i just gotta move you for a sec," chris suddenly says, gently moving my jaw to look up at him, "i'll be right back okay?"

"mhm" i respond as chris smoothly scooches his lap from under my head and walks away down the hall towards the bathroom.

Matt whips his head towards where chris just walked off to and then down at me and he smiles, "how long do you think he'll be?" his eyes looking black with hunger.

"why? you tryna get handsy with me while chris is in the bathroom down the hall?" i say jokingly trying to act like what matt is doing to me isn't driving me fucking insane.

"hmm i dunno..." he says as he lets his fingers slip under my panties and he quickly runs his fingers through my slick once.

"matt!" i gasp, "what the fuck are you doing...?" i say trying hard to hide the smirk growing on my face.

"what? you said you know how to share, dont you? and I want to take my turn now." he says daringly as he intently holds my stare while he slips his fingers through my slick once more. "do you not want to share with me anymore?" he asks, bringing his thumb to my sensitive bud and pressing down firmly on it, my hips bucking up against his touch.

"fuck matt please" i say my head rolling back and my legs relaxing into his touch.

"i'll take that as a yes" he says as he moves his fingers through my slick a few times before he plunges two into my heat as deep as he can. my hips jolt and i moan his name.

"atta girl" he says as he continues to pump his fingers hard against my spongy walls, curling them up perfectly to hit my sweet spot with every thrust.

the knot in my stomach building as he works his finger inside of me and he brings his other hand to grab my throat grabbing firmly. I gasp at his movement and look up at his blown out pupils.

"matt" i whine through suppressed breaths and he smiles devilishly at me, his thumb pressing firm tight circles on my clit.

"i know you may enjoy sharing, but i don't" he says biting his lip as he watches my face scrunch with pleasure. I look at him with a raised brow.

"wha what do you mean?' i mumble

"i mean you're mine and i dont share." he says nodding towards the bathroom where chris walked off to minutes ago. I begin to open my lips again but my word are taken from me as he adds a third finger inside me, slamming them against my sweet spot and i moan out his name.

"open your mouth" he says, his hand still firmly gripping my neck and i part my lips staring up at him. He spits in my mouth, "swallow" he says cooly and i do. "good girl".

"matt m'gonna cum" i mumble, my head getting dizzy from his grip around my neck and the knot in my stomach hanging on the edge.

"uh uh uh not until you agree with me" his hungry eyes looking intensely into mine, his three digits slowing their pace inside of me causing me to clench my thighs around his hand.

"agree with what matt?" i say through labored breaths.

"that you're mine" he says, leaning his face towards mine as he moves his hand from around my neck to my jaw and grips it firmly, lifting my face to meet his. I bite my lip at his words, knowing what he is implying at.

"matt please" i beg, pain starting to take over from my high not being reached.

"say it"

"im yours matt only yours"

and with my words he plunges his fingers knuckle deep into my heat as he aggressively pushes his lips onto mine. The kiss is hungry and needy and he forces my lips apart with his tongue to explore.

my walls clench around his fingers and i moan into his mouth, and he continues to twirl his tongue around mine, fingers deep inside of me as i ride out my high.

once the waves of my arousal stop pouring out around his fingers he removes them and sticks them into his mouth, watching me intently as he sucks and licks my juices from them.

"you taste better than i thought you would." he says casually and i laugh at his words trying to process my second orgasm of the night.

"what the fuck matt" i say slumping into the couch, bringing my hands up to my neck where i can still feel the pressure of where his grip was.

chris comes strolling into the kitchen from the hallway and matt grins at me, his fingers still in his mouth.

"hey matt did you finally get a taste?" he asks as he makes his way to the couch sitting next to where my head rests.

we both look over to him in shock at his words.

"the brownies..?" he asks curiously, pointing to the tray still sitting on the coffee table.

"oh yeah i got a taste." matt responds, removing his fingers from his mouth.

"and..? what do ya think?" chris asks.

"fucking perfect." matt states, smiling at me.

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CHRIS POV

The way matt's not even hiding it, rubbing her thighs right beside me for me to see.. I can feel her breathing heavily in my lap, watching her licking her lips and staring at him.

As soon as matt asked for the blanket i knew he was going to try something and fuck me i couldn't stay to watch it, I had to leave the room, seeing her body react like that from matt's touch and not mine?

Once I got to the bathroom i splashed some cold water on my face and sat down on the floor.

Minutes pass and I could hear her fucking gasping and moaning his name. Which I hate to admit got me hard. so hard that it ached, not having jerked off my previous boner from earlier tonight with her in the kitchen.

I sit, leaned against the door and close my eyes, listening to her moans and imagining im the one thats pulling them from her instead as i slip my hand around my hard cock and pump until i finish with her.

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a/n - i had the roughest plan for this when i first started cooking so the ending is just as surprising to us both. Hope yall enjoyed ittttttttttt. part 3 anyone? <3

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wonryllis · 4 months

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〽︎ RANDOMLY GIVING THEM A ROSE ON THE STREET.

꒰˵ˊᯅˋ˵꒱ 𝒏. enhypen mesmerized by a stranger fluff 784wc LIB?

𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴 bambi would be just waiting for the others near a crossroad, looking around mindlessly when you come up and hand him a single rose without a word. he looks at you for a few seconds eyes switching from the rose to your face so unsure of what to do until you just shove it in his hand rush away. man would probably try to go after you, like you gave him a rose and now that he thinks about it he feels kinda giddy and he wants to know your name but it's too late he loses you in the crowd. hovers around the same street for days hoping to see you again.

𝗷𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴 probably sitting in some corner searching up a few things on his phone when you approach him suddenly, waving a lone rose in his face. takes it without a complain cause this guy like the gentleman he is thinks you're asking him to hold it for you? but then you leave and he panics like eh? what was that? he's walks up after you and finds you handing out more roses like that to other people and man he feels a little jealous he wasn't the only one getting it but at the same time he sorta falls for you like how sweet and kind of you to hand out flowers to strangers.

𝗷𝗮𝗲𝘆𝘂𝗻 he's with the others lounging at an outdoor cafe when you walk up to the group extending a rose right under his nose, he's gets so red and embarrassed like oh my god someone's proposing to me in public? clears his throat, smiling sheepishly as he accepts it expecting you to say something you're good looking or would you like to go out on a date with me. but humbled real quick when you leave wordlessly though not without a smile. and that smile alone has jake thinking about you for days, wanting to see you again. revisits the cafe again and again for you.

𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗻 startled like anything but keeps his cool as he turns around to face you after you tap on his shoulder. his brows rise in a question, has this scary expression of what do you want but honestly dude is shit nervous to have a pretty girl approach him even more so when you randomly give him a rose, "a flower for you, have a good day," and he's gone he can't look you in the face he's so flustered. legit runs after you to ask for you name. grabbing your wrist softly to stop you but he's so shy instead of asking he ends up just thanking you in an awkward loser smile ><

𝘀𝘂𝗻𝘄𝗼𝗼 like the warm and friendly extrovert he is, he would smile kindly and go oh that's for me? thank you so much! you're so sweet! this man would be so thrilled to get a rose from you and he wouldn't hesitate to let you know just how much you made his day. will outright take the chance to flirt and get to know you under a minute. so sad when you leave but he's sure he'll find you again lol. and boy does he find you again two days later at some shop, hesitates a bit first but then gathers courage and approaches you,"would you like some flowers, pretty lady?" okayyyy

𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗴𝘄𝗼𝗻 this poor guy is so clumsy he bumps into you accidentally when you approach him with the rose making you drop the entire bunch you had in your other hand. immediately bends down to help you gather them, literally does not let you touch one at all and after he's got them all, hands it over like a bouquet. you giggle at how the tables turn and jungwon is so nervous his heart is racing on hot wheels. i helped a pretty girl, i handed flowers to a pretty girl, the pretty girl gave me back a rose. he fr gets so down bad in a split moment of interaction lmao.

𝗿𝗶𝗸𝗶 boy is in the middle of filming a self vlog of his vacay when you enter the screen from behind with flowers in your hands. moves to the side thinking you were asking him to excuse you. but then you hold up a rose to him and he's like okay? taking it in slow motion giving side eye to the camera like what's going on right now? doesn't really mind all that much though cause you're pretty and you have such cute vibes. regrets later for not asking for your name, hence edits in the scene into his vlog and asks his followers to help him find his dream girl.

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wlntrsldler · 2 months

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poisoned mercury | close as strangers (post chb)

a/n: okayyyy so i didn't give them an angst ending but i had to give into the angst monster at least once for this series so here's a bonus chapter for poisoned mercury. miscommunication galore. long distance is hard! two dumbasses in love!

song: close as strangers by 5sos

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"i'll talk to you tomorrow, yeah?" luke whispered, trying not to wake his bandmates up. the tour bus was large enough to house them while they were on the road, but it didn't really give the privacy he hoped for. chris was just across the narrow walkway from him and luke could hear his soft snores through the thin curtain that separated them.

luke felt his heart hammering in his chest when you didn't reply to him. he could still hear your breaths through the phone and you were just talking to him a second ago, so he knew you were still awake. you both had equally busy lives which meant that your phone calls were getting shorter and shorter each day. luke knew it was because you were booked with school and tournaments for field hockey and he was always exhausted after each meeting now that the band was working on their second album. luke knew all of this, but it didn't stop him from missing you. he was lucky to get a ten-minute call with you nowadays.

"baby?" he tried again, chewing on his bottom lip. he turned to face the ceiling of his bunk, the light from his phone casting a shadow on his face as he waited for you to say something. anything. "can i call you tomorrow?"

you sighed, "i don't know, luke. i have a busy day. it's a travel game tomorrow so i don't know if i'll be up late."

"oh," he cleared his throat, trying to hide his disappointment. he felt a little stupid that there were tears pooling in his eyes. so you can't talk tomorrow, it shouldn't be a big deal, right? except that luke felt like you were pulling away from him. little by little. and he didn't know how to stop it. it wasn't like he could drop everything to show up at your doorstep and fix things with you. if it was up to him, he would do it in a heartbeat, but you'd probably get mad at him for it, for abandoning his responsibilities as the lead singer of the most popular band in the world. not to mention the boys would be livid and mr. d and his mom would be equally furious.

"sorry, maybe next week?"

"yeah, sure," he replied, thankful that you weren't on facetime tonight. he didn't want you to see his face. "alright, i'll let you get some rest. go kill it tomorrow. g'night, five star."

"goodnight," you said, ending the call as soon as the last syllable left your lips.

luke groaned quietly, tossing his phone on the foot of his bed. he knew long distance was going to be difficult. it's been months since he last saw you, months since he was at camp half blood, sleeping in your bed and waking up to the feeling of your lips peppering kisses on his face. maybe he shouldn't have gotten so attached so fast, but it wasn't like he had a choice in the matter.

he got out from his bunk, tucking his feet into his slippers and made his way to the living room area of the bus. he sat on the couch, peering out the window to watch the empty roads ahead. they were on their way to nashville to meet with a producer that mr. d recommended. the second album was almost done, but it was missing something and none of them wanted to put out a record that didn't meet their expectations.

mr. d was already in tennessee waiting for them. he'd flown in from houston a few days ago with luke's mom and the rest of the poisoned mercury team while the boys were in atlanta for a movie premiere. they decided that a road trip was needed to de-stress after the glitz and buzz of the red carpet. it was nice to have some alone time with the boys. in their tour bus, luke felt like they were back in connecticut, just four friends fucking around, writing music, and eating junk food until their stomachs hurt.

he turned on the tv, switching to some random channel that he wasn't paying attention to. he just needed some noise to drown out his thoughts, but that didn't seem to work. all he could think of was you, his five star, and how much he missed you. luke wondered if you were having second thoughts about this whole thing. maybe he'd been too optimistic about things; maybe you weren't on the same page as he was; maybe you realized that it was too difficult to be with him.

a shiver ran down his spine as he spiraled into his thoughts. admitting to himself that something was wrong between the two of you left a bitter taste in his mouth because he didn't want to believe it. he saw you as his endgame, like nobody else in the world could compare to you, and to think that you may not feel the same about him... well, it was a difficult pill to swallow.

he wondered if he came on too strong, showed his cards too early, and seemed too clingy and lovestruck before it was deemed appropriate. you'd only been together, officially at least, for four months, most of which were long distance, but luke knew he was a goner for you way before that.

he silently cursed as the chill of the december air hit his skin. he should've worn a hoodie. he grabbed the small throw blanket draped over the armchair and placed it around his shoulders. he wished he got to see you over thanksgiving break because maybe you two wouldn't be in this rocky situation right now, but your coach ordered you and clarisse to stay on campus over break to sharpen your skills since you missed summer training. luke and chris were less than pleased with the idea, but they knew it was out of their control.

luke fell asleep on the couch that night after succumbing to the tiredness in his body. the sun was beginning to rise by the time his eyelids fluttered shut. he hoped that he'd wake up to a text from you, but when he woke up to the sound of the bus screeching to a halt in nashville, he realized it was the hope that kills.

“are you guys going to the fall concert?” silena asked, poking her head out of the bathroom. she was part of the planning committee for the unc fall semester concert and she’d been stressing over the logistics of it for weeks.

“lena, if we even tried to miss it, you’d kill us,” clarisse chuckled, putting on a coat of mascara. “you’ve been talking about this since we got back.”

the three of you were getting ready in your dorm. you and clarisse were roommates this year, thank gods for athlete privileges, and silena lived in the building next door in a single since she was an ra. how she had the time to be an ra, be a member of the music festival planning committee, and be a full-time student was truly beyond your comprehension.

“lena, calm down. it’ll be good,” you squeezed her shoulders as you passed by behind her, grabbing your lipgloss from the counter. “and even if it sucks, half the people in the crowd are either drunk or high or both and will probably not remember it.”

“true,” she snorted, curling the final piece of her hair. she unplugged her hair curler and gave herself one last look in the mirror, “i’ll see you guys there? i gotta go make sure shit didn’t hit the fan.”

you and clarisse nodded as silena said her goodbyes. you dabbed on some lipgloss, glancing down at your phone every few seconds. clarisse side-eyed you, unable to hide her smile, “you waitin’ for a text?”

“shut up,” you rolled your eyes at her teasing tone. she didn't really know that your relationship was a little muddy at the moment. you weren’t the best at talking about your feelings and it felt wrong to talk about your relationship drama when clarisse and chris seemed to be going strong. “they’re supposed to land in los angeles ten minutes ago.”

“their flight probably got delayed, y/n,” she replied, “happens all the time.”

“no, i know, but just wanna make sure they’re safe, y’know?”

clarisse crossed her arms over her chest, “they’re safe or he’s safe?”

you ignored her question, opting to busy yourself with the weather app on your phone to avoid any follow-up questions, “how are you not checking your phone for a text from chris right now?”

she shrugged, “he always knocks out on long flights so i don’t expect a text until he gets to their hotel.”

“how are you and chris, by the way? i know we live together and shit, but i feel like we haven’t gotten to talk about it in detail since we’re always so tired from school and practice.”

“we’re good,” clarisse hummed, “just miss him loads, though. i haven’t seen him since we left camp– what? four, almost five, months ago?”

you were in the same boat, kind of. you and luke hadn’t seen each other in months and you were getting antsy. they’d been on the road for the past few months, meeting with producers and fulfilling their contractual obligations. they hadn’t been in a set location long enough for you to be able to fly out to see luke, even just for a weekend.

at first, there were movie dates where you’d order each other food and eat and watch the movie on facetime together. there were weekly phone calls and daily texts, but nothing compares to the real thing. being with luke in person was something that you were craving. camp half blood spoiled you with having him all for yourself and now that you were back in school and he’s out in the world, it was beginning to weigh on you.

you missed him. a lot.

you missed kissing him and feeling his lips break out into a smile when you’d mumble something stupid. you missed feeling his arms around you, hugging you from behind while you got ready for the day. you even missed waking up in the middle of the night to the sound of him scribbling random lyrics on pieces of scrap paper he found in your room when he slept over.

long distance is hard and sure, luke wouldn’t be the type to cheat or do anything to jeopardize your relationship, but it still didn’t stop a knot from forming in your stomach every time a picture of him or the band popped up on your social media with a gorgeous singer, actor, or model that they ran into on the red carpet. what if he realizes one day that he wants someone who lives the same life as him? wild and adventurous, not tied down by school or sports?

a part of you felt silly for being so insecure about things. it was too early in the relationship to have this conversation, isn’t it? you knew that your avoidance of the topic was starting to affect your relationship with luke, as much as you wished it didn’t, but what if the minute you voice your concerns, he’ll realize that being with you was more than he bargained for? after all, you weren’t the same five star with all the time in her hands, care-free, and relaxed that he met at camp. there was a chance that luke would call it quits on this if you said anything and it felt like too big of a risk to take.

your phone buzzed on the counter, indicating a text.

from: luke <3

‘landed and jetlagged. gonna sleep for a few. enjoy the concert babe!’

you hearted the message and slipped your phone into your back pocket after sending him a quick goodnight text. the three dots popped up for a second, then in a blink, they disappeared. read at 8:43 pm.

“you ready?”

you snapped out of your thoughts at the sound of clarisse’s voice. you nodded and grabbed your small purse before heading out the door. you ran into a group of your teammates who were heading to the amphitheater across campus for the concert. the walk seemed to fly by as they cracked jokes and shared stories about random things. you stayed silent for the most part, only laughing along when it seemed like the right time, but your mind was somewhere else. your mind was in los angeles.

by the time you got to the venue, you and clarisse separated from the group to enter the vip tent, courtesy of silena. a small crowd was beginning to form in front of the stage, taking up the grassy field. charlie was already at the tent, sipping on an ipa when he saw the two of you. his face broke out into a wide smile, giving you and clarisse a quick hug before leading you to the seats he saved.

“season’s looking promising for you guys, charlie,” you commented, accepting the high noon he offered. “the team’s looking good out there.”

“thanks,” he beamed, “don’t think we’re on the level of national champs just yet like you guys, but we’re trying!”

“you guys are doing great,” clarisse chimed in, “the energy in the stadium is electric this year. makes me love college.”

“are you telling me the papers and tests aren’t what makes you love college, la rue?” charlie teased.

she snorted, “oh yeah, because i just love staying up until 1 am writing a paper on greek mythology for classics 101.”

the three of you fell into a comfortable conversation about the class you were all taking. it was a prerequisite class that most athletes choose to take because the professor was flexible with deadlines when it came to athletes. it was helpful especially when a team has to play beyond their season for tournaments or championships. about ten minutes before the opening act got on stage, silena rushed into the tent.

“guys, please you need to come with me. i need your help,” she said frantically. she was nervously tugging on her ‘staff’ badge around her neck, already halfway out of the tent as she waited for the three of you to follow her. “please, it’s an emergency.”

“woah, lena, what’s going on?” you asked, getting up to comfort her. you followed her through the crowd, grabbing clarisse’s hand to keep her close.

silena shook her head, continuing her march through the sea of people, “just come with me, i’ll explain when we get backstage.”

you and clarisse looked at each other, feeling bad for silena. she put in her blood, sweat, and tears into this concert and you knew that she would beat herself up over it if something went wrong. silena always put her all into the projects she’s passionate about, but sometimes things outside of her control happen and unfortunately, she blames herself for it.

in the whirlwind of ‘excuse me’s’ and ‘sorry’s’, the four of you managed to make your way backstage. it was chaotic. people were running around everywhere making sure everything was set for the opening act. the girl who was opening the concert was waiting by the wings, her guitar strapped across her chest as she took some deep breaths. the crowd wasn’t full yet, but you knew that if you were in that position, you’d still be sweating buckets. going out there on stage to perform for strangers was nerve-racking. you didn’t know how luke did it. you admired that about him.

“lena, are you gonna tell us what’s going on?” clarisse questioned, picking up the pace of her steps to match silena.

silena stopped in front of a door, slowly turning to face you and clarisse. suddenly, her stressed facade faded as she twisted the doorknob, “why don’t you see for yourself?”

if you weren’t so confused about what was going on, you would’ve seen charlie lift his can up to his lips to hide his smile at how proud he was of his girlfriend for her acting skills. when the door opened, your heart stopped.

luke was here.

he stood in the middle of the room beside chris with a nervous smile on his face. he was wearing a black leather jacket on top of a white tank top and black pants. his poisoned mercury chain hung from his neck, shining under the overhead lights. his hands were stuffed in his front pockets, shy and timid, as he waited for your reaction.

clarisse screamed when it hit her that chris was actually here. she ran to him and nearly tackled him to the floor. chris wrapped his arms around his girlfriend and laughed as she giggled into his neck. the two of them shared a heartfelt reunion before rushing out of the room to get some privacy. the sound of the door shutting behind you made you blink.

luke cleared his throat, right hand scratching the back of his neck, “hey, five star.”

the nickname brought you back to your senses. you ran to him, engulfing him in a tight hug with an ‘umph.’ at first, luke was tense under your touch, unsure if you’d be happy with his surprise, but quickly, he melted into you. he buried his face in the crook of your neck, sighing in content as your familiar scent surrounded him. he felt sparks coursing through his veins as you hugged him tighter and all he could think about was how good it felt to have you in his arms again. his mind was still reeling at your reaction. he didn’t expect you to run to him like this, especially not when it felt like you’d been avoiding his calls over the last few weeks.

“what are you doing here?” you asked him, pulling away to hold his face in your hands. your eyes twinkled as you raked over his face, still in disbelief that he was actually in front of you. “you’re supposed to be in la.”

luke couldn’t stop the lopsided smile on his face, “well, i lied? we were in nashville recording with your dad and he mentioned that he didn’t schedule a session for us this weekend in case me and chris wanted to take a trip to north carolina, so here we are.”

you ran your thumbs over his cheekbones, whispering, “here you are.”

“god, i missed you so much,” he said, voice breaking. “you have no idea how hard it’s been.”

you gulped, your hold on his face faltering a bit. if luke wasn’t on edge, he wouldn’t have noticed the falter in your step, but he felt the slight hesitation in your actions. your warm touch slowly peeled away from his face and he instantly regretted saying those words. here he goes being clingy again. he removed his hands from your waist, clearing his throat. he sat on the couch, motioning for you to sit beside him. he tried to keep his hands to himself when you left a space between the two of you.

“i still can’t believe you’re really here,” you said, staring at him. you wanted to lean over and hold him in your arms again, but there was a weird tension in the air that made you feel queasy. “i feel like i’m dreaming right now.”

“i hope you’re not mad that i’m here,” luke looked down at his lap, flexing his hands. he had to keep his hands busy or else he’d surely reach for yours and he didn’t want to come on too strong. he had to keep his distance. he didn’t want to scare you off any more than he already did. “there was just an opening in the schedule and i-i wanted to see you.”

“i’m not mad at all.”

“good, good,” he replied. silence. he forced himself to look up from his lap, twisting his body to face you. he bit his bottom lip, trying to build up the courage to ask his next question. “are we okay?”

“we’re okay.”

“okay because i feel like things have been different between us lately,” he pursed his lips, looking at you with sad eyes. his tongue poked out the corner of his lips, eyes darting between you and the wall behind you. “i don’t know. i feel like we haven’t talked in ages, y’know? and i know you’re busy and you have a great life here that i’m not really a part of, but uh, i wanna be, y’know? i don’t know much about school or field hockey, but it’s important to you and you’re important to me so i wanna hear about it.”

he was met with more silence. luke continued, “maybe i’m asking for too much when i ask you to let me be a part of this life, but uh, i miss you? and i just feel like i’m losing you and that’s the last thing i want. so you gotta give me something, five star. tell me what i can do to be better.”

“if you need me to back off, i’ll do it, you know? you call the shots. you tell me what you need from me, and i’ll do it, okay? i just– i can’t lose this. i don’t wanna lose you,” luke mumbled. “maybe this is all in my head too. i don’t know anymore.”

you shuddered, lip quivering, “i feel like i’m holding you back.”

“what?”

“come on, luke,” you flicked away the tear that trickled down your cheek, “you’re out there in the world doing what you love. meeting new people. living your life and i don’t want to hold you back from that. we met each other when i didn’t have all these responsibilities and who i was at camp is not who i am here and i know you love those impromptu adventures and trips and spontaneity. a-and i can’t give that to you.”

“you deserve someone who can live this life with you and i’m stuck here for two more years, luke. i can’t do that,” it was getting hard to breathe. your throat felt like it was closing up, cutting off your airflow. you’d been putting off this conversation for weeks. it didn’t feel right to talk about this over the phone, and you thought that you had a few more weeks to figure out what to say to him when you saw him for winter break, but he was here now. “you deserve more than facetime calls and text messages, and that’s all i can offer.”

“is this–” he paused, licking his lips. “is this not what you want anymore?”

“what?”

“this, us? is this just not what you want anymore?”

an involuntary laugh escaped you as you wiped under your eye, “castellan, i don’t think i could stop wanting you even if i wanted to. and you know when we first met, i really wanted to.”

luke moved closer to you, just an inch or two, trying to gauge your reaction. you didn’t move away, which he took as a good sign, “i’m confused. why do you sound like you want to end this then?”

“i don’t want you to settle for this,” you sighed, “i know what you deserve and it isn’t this.”

“bullshit.”

you furrowed your eyebrows, looking at him in disbelief, “what?”

“i’m sorry, five star, but that’s bullshit,” a small smile was tugging on his lips. he reached over to place a hand over yours. his fingers traced your knuckles, running the pads of his fingers across the familiar ridges of your skin. “i don’t understand how after all this time you still don’t realize that all i want is you. it’s ridiculous, really.”

“it’s ridiculous?”

“it’s ridiculous,” he chuckled wetly. his other hand rubbed at his eyes, clearing his foggy vision. “our situation isn’t ideal, i know that, but i’d take long distance with you over anything else with anyone else. don’t you get it, five star? you’re it for me. if this isn’t what you want anymore, i’ll accept that. but if you’re only doing this because you don’t think i want this… five star, i want it all with you. long distance. phone calls. text messages. weekend trips when we can get them. distance has nothing on how i feel about you.”

leave it to luke castellan to make you blush. you shyly looked at him, eyes twinkling with something more than either of you bargained for when you first met in that secret spot you call yours, “how do you feel about me?”

“i’m not gonna say it right now because i don’t want to have the first time be while we’re in a fight,” luke laughed. the air was starting to clear. “but i have a feeling you know.”

“i know,” you squeezed his hand three times, “i do too.”

“will you put me out of my misery and kiss me please?”

“always so fucking dramatic,” you scoffed, playfully rolling your eyes, but you leaned over and pressed your lips to his.

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kairiscorner · 11 months

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HELLOOO 👋👋

can you do where Miles kisses reader but reader doesn't kiss back to tease him... when Miles pulled back and reader wipes her lips..

+i really love your one shots,, they got me giggling and sht 🤭

HI ANON 🫶🫶🫶 okay, so i'm not entirely sure if i did this one right, I HOPE I DID....... also i saw your other message, AND DW ABOUT IT, IT'S OKAYYYY we all make mistakes <:DD you're welcome here any time :3

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just one kiss, that's all

"whaddya think, that was pretty good, no?" he asked you with a cheeky grin on his face as his mask was pulled upwards just a little bit. you weren't impressed in the slightest, or at least, that's how you wanted it to seem. you shrugged. "it was okay, morales." you said as he paced around the ceiling for a little, chuckling to himself at your apathetic response. "it's like you weren't even there and don't believe me! i'm telling you, that crook was getting nowhere near my lover." he said as he sauntered over to you as you sat down on your bed, looking up at him and raising an eyebrow, pouting your lips and keeping your arms crossed over your chest. "i can handle myself just fine, morales. you gotta worry about yourself." you said as he looked into your eyes lovingly with a lopsided grin on his face, because he knew you agreed to this little bet you two made, and miles doesn't forget rewards from his hard work so easily.

miles placed a hand on your cheek and smirked to himself as you gave no reaction, you were completely and utterly giving him silent and poker face treatment. "what's mi corazon doing now, hmm? you know, you're super cute when you smile and chuckle at my stupid stunts sometimes... but you pouting to them is much cuter." he teased you, to which you fake groaned at. "whatever, it isn't worth you getting scuffed up. even if you're spider man, you're still a boy." "correction, a man." he joked as he smiled wider at you. "the day you'll be a man is the day you get kisses from me without having to save me after i call for you." you said with a smirk up at him to match his confidence at that moment.

miles laughed a little as he neared your face. "now, come on, can't we get on with it, babe? i love you a whole lot, that's why i saved you. not just to... to feel your lips on mine, y'know..." he said as he ran a hand through your hair and got a little flustered in the face, and so did you, and you couldn't shake it off. "no. you put yourself in danger, you weren't in your suit when you saved me–" "but i saved you nonetheless, didn't i, mi amor?" he asked you with an eyebrow raise. "our bet was that you'd kiss me the minute i saved you, and it was in a minute. no rules were stated that i had to be in the suit." he said, and he had a point, but you turned away from him with an unwavering poker face. "still, i can't reward risky behavior; not even for you, morales." you said with a stern tome in your voice.

"you promised... come on, please don't leave your friendly neighborhood spider man all alone with unkissed lips..." miles whined, to which you took in a deep breath. you sighed, and looked at him, who was looking at you desperately for that reward of his that he so badly deserved. you caved, he was too cute for you to say no to.

"...fine." you said, finally giving in, as miles gasped in delight. "yes!" he exclaimed to himself softly. "okay, i promise i won't chicken out this time." he said as he cupped your face, and slowly... he kissed you, his lips were soft against yours. you held back all your urges to kiss him back, though, because even if you let him kiss you, you weren't going to fully reward him for his recklessness for a mere kiss.

as miles pulled away, he looked at you expectantly in your eyes for something, anything--any indication that you reciprocated his love, his emotions towards you. he smiled awkwardly, "love?" he called out for you. "come on now, don't be like that..." trying to fluster you, trying to flirt with you, to get you embarrassed for him, but all he was greeted with was your stoic expression, your unchanging, stoic expression.

the worst part was when you wiped his kiss off your lips, with him witnessing you doing so. you folded your arms in front of your chest again. "what?" you asked him in a slightly irritated voice when he didn't say anything after you did that. you turned to look at him, and he was on the verge of sobbing. "mi cielo... babe, what'd i do wrong? i just... i'd always save you, if this whole thing is about that, y'know... i'm sorry..." he said in a soft voice as he placed his hands on either sides of your face, his eyes going wider, sadder, and filling with tears knowing you didn't want to kiss him back. you sighed, and soon, you cracked a small smile. "i'm sorry, miles." you finally said as you placed your hands on his face now. "i can't reward stupid behavior, you know that." "but it wasn't stupid, you were in trouble. with or without the suit, as spider man or as miles morales, i'll always save you."

and that... that made you realize. that made you realize miles didn't care about the bet, about getting a kiss from you or showing off--he really wanted to save you that day because he knew you were in trouble, even if it jeopardized him and his identity as spider man. "really?" you asked him as you ran a thumb over his cheek. "really." he said, and soon, you pulled him in close to give him what he's needed all this time--the feeling of your lips against his. since miles wasn't the best teaser in the world and was easy to give in when it came to you, you felt him kiss you back, and it was an adoring, sweet sensation--the feeling of his soft lips against yours was enough to tell you that he genuinely loved you, more than any other boy had before towards you.

as he pulled away, he looked back at you, his face flustered so badly--and he smiled widely again. though his eyes looked glassy because of how he was almost about to cry at your teasing because he thought you didn't love him anymore, his anxiety was replaced with long overdue relief. "i love you, miles." you told him as he kissed your forehead. "and i love you, so... so much." he replied as he rested his forehead against yours, just feeling you near him, loving how near you are--how you're within reach of him, how he can just love you and it'd all be so right to both of you, despite the stunts he does to protect you;

because he loves you.

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elordilover · 2 months

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Hi!

Could you write a Walker Scobell x Actress Reader where she is anxious for her upcoming audition and he's helping her through it and helping her practice her lines and such?

Thank you so much! I love your writing <3

i love this! thanks for the request!! ♥️

the audition

pairing: walker scobell x fem! actress! reader

summary: you are getting ready for an audition, your boyfriend walker helps you through your anxiety

warnings: none! not proofread, just fluff! oh and some anxiety

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you had been practicing for your audition all day. running over lines and blocking to make sure you got this role. tomorrow was the day you were waiting for, your audition for a character in heartstopper season 3. you were going to be auditioning for one of nick nelson's relatives.

all the stress had finally come over after many many hours of rehearsing lines. every time you messed up on a line you got super stressed and overwhelmed. you only knew one person who could fully understand what you are going through, and help you through it.

you grabbed your phone off your bed and instantly call him, your boyfriend walker. He had been through many auditions and could help you with this stress and pressure.

"hey baby", his voice flooded your ears. he picked up after the first ring

"hi walk", you responded, hoping he wasn't in the middle of his family dinner, since is was 6:34 pm.

"baby? what's wrong?" he sounded concerned.

"I'm okay, just a little anxious for my audition tomorrow", you told him.

"ohhh", he hummed, "do you want to come and eat dinner with me and my family then we can practice?'

he knew how to make you blush. he knew exactly how to make you smile after a hard day. "yeah! ill be at your house in like 25 minutes", you told him, already feeling better.

"okay, see you soon, i love you!!" he said, sounding excited.

"i love you!!", you said as you hung up, grabbed your script and went outside to the car.

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walker immediately hugged you when you parked at his families house, "hey baby", he said.

"hey bubs", you cooed back to him.

"my mom is making some dinner right now, then after i want to practice with you", he said while holding your hand and leading you to the dining room

"Y/N!!", you heard leena yell. "leena!!" you yelled back as you hugged her, you missed her.

you sat and ate with the scobell family, they provided you so much happiness in a time of worry.

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after everyone finished eating walker grabbed your hand and led you up to his room. you pulled out your script and handed it to walker.

"okay heres how we are gonna do this, if you get a line right, i give you a kiss", walker told you as he opened up the script book and turned to the page you were reading for tomorrow.

"okayyyy i guess that will work", you replied. you really wanted to get these lines correct now.

"first line, you ready?', he asked as you nodded in response. "hey guys! how are you?", walker said, imitating how it would be said on screen.

"so good, i'm amazing!", you replied back with a happy tone.

"correct. one kiss", walker said as he leaned in and gave you a quick peck on the lips.

this went on for about an hour and a half, you had acquired 27 kisses from your sweet boyfriend.

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"i'm really starting to get nervous for tomorrow", you told him.

"you are going to do wonderful, i promise!", he responded cheerfully.

"but you're just saying that to make me feel better", you could feel your heartbeat become faster.

"Y/N, i promise, you are the most beautiful, kind, talented, amazing, loving person i know-

"walker stop"

"no i could go on" he said as you leaped into his arms and gave him a kiss on his cheek. you were the luckiest girl.

"i love you so so so much", you said, you didn't have any words to truly describe your love for him.

"no i love you more Y/N, you are going to do so good tomorrow, they are going to love you", he told you as he swayed back and forth with you in his arms. "and even if you don't get the role, i still love you, and there are so many other roles that are perfect for you".

"i love you so so so much walker, more than you know", you said as he picked you up and spined you around. "thank you bubs"

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you woke up to a text from walker saying how proud of you he was, and how he loved you. you quickly sent a response and started getting ready for the audition.

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you showed up and your nerves came flooding back, seeing the director, casting director, etc scared you.

it was finally the time to audition, you thought you did pretty well and was excited for next week, which was when you would know if you got the role.

you texted walker again, telling him you were done. he replied saying that he was proud of you and wanted to hang out as soon as possible.

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you were with walker, it had been about a week since your audition, you were a little nervous but mostly excited.

your phone rang with a number you weren't familiar with.

"baby. wait is this it?", walker asked while looking at your phone.

"i think it is", you replied while answering the call.

"hello, is this Y/N?", you heard.

"yes! this is her!"

"we would just like to congratulate you on your role in heartstopper season 3!!! we just emailed you more information and everything you need to know. we are so excited to work with you!"

you quickly responded and hung up the phone, then turned to your boyfriend, who looked nervous.

"walker! i got the role!"

"oh my god! im so proud of you baby", he said as he engulfed you in his arms. you were so happy. one to have this loving boyfriend by your side. two to get to be able to be a part of this wonderful project.

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i am so excited to announce my role in heartsopper season three! i am so thankful for everyone that has helped me with this process! i love you all! i feel so honored! 🍂🏳️‍🌈♥️

walkerscobell- yay! so happy for you!

y/nfan-OMG?!?

kitconnor- so excited to work with you!

joelocke- yayyyyyyyyy

y/nfan13- my two fav things!!!!!

heartstopper- 🍂🍂🍂

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(hopefully that works)

requests are open!!

thanks so much for reading!! likes and reblogs are appreciated!

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wonwoosthetic · 4 months

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don’t knowww if you take 18+ asks but I can’t get this mimiwon thought out if my head.

don’t know if they are officially a throuple yet or just roommates who engage in sexual activities/poly but who knows after how many rounds. It ends with minnie with her back against Wonwoo chest as Mingyu is going down on her with her and wonwoo kissing occasionally — a hot mess.

I don’t know ( for the hundredth time of idk’s ) if you would ever have wonwoo and mingyu kiss but I feel like they would most definitely do it after minnie finishes 🙃 okayyyy byeee

series masterlist

word count – 10.2k

warnings – smut (18+!), threesome, fluff at the beginning, brief mention of choking, bodily fluids, hair pulling, somewhat of a dom/ub relationship

a/n – as promised: another chapter about the hot mess that is mimiwon👏🏼 this request… holy shit… it has been occupying my mind ever since I received it so thank you for it and thank you to everyone else for your input and ideas to mimiwon in general! When I started writing for them, I didn’t know if people would really enjoy it but my god… you dirty animals, I love you🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 I really love writing for them and I absolutely love how much you guys enjoy them🤭 I hope you enjoy this as well!!🫶🏼

Two Is a Good Morning, Three Is a Great Morning 🌷 Minnie

Minnie had been against blackout curtains, but neither of the guys wanted see-through ones anywhere in the apartment, so they opted to meet in the middle - blinds. Thanks to them some faint rays of sunlight had made their way in, illuminating the bedroom just slightly. It was getting close to Winter, so the sun was barely even to be seen in the sky, clouds covering most of the sky. But still, the muted light was enough to wake up the girl. Either that or maybe the movement underneath her.

After watching a movie together in the younger rapper's room the night before, neither Minnie nor Wonwoo had thought about leaving, but decided to just stay, putting on another movie, which eventually led to all three falling asleep together. The lack of a third pillow turned out to be less of a problem than expected, as Mingyu's chest seemed to be the perfect alternative. Perfect until he started moving, making the female member groan softly. He cursed her light sleeping habit.

A deep breath was followed by a yawn before Minnie even dared to open her eyes, sighing gratefully that the room was still not lit up entirely, letting her wake up in peace. Turning her head slightly to glance up, she was met by the bigger member's arm that had just pulled back in before he placed his hand on top of hers that was still getting warmed up by the natural warmth of his torso.

"What are you doing?" Minnie whined quietly, shutting her eyes again to cuddle deeper into him.

"Sorry," Mingyu whispered apologetically, his palm running up and down her arm in comfort. "I just wanted to get my phone."

The girl immediately regretted opening her eyes again, groaning when the bright screen of the device hit her sight. Her hands came up to cover her view before she just decided to hide her face in his chest. A chuckle from the rapper shook his torso.

"Go back to sleep," he told her, switching to hold his phone in his left hand, so he could brush over her hair with his right one.

Minnie sighed, "What time is it?"

There was a short second of a break as Mingyu glanced into the top right corner of his phone screen. "11:30."

"What?" The girl immediately pushed herself up, her eyes still barely open with her eyebrows now scrunched in confusion. The sheets scrunched around her waist, revealing one of Wonwoo's older shirts she decided to wear. Or maybe it was Mingyu's? Who knew. Normally she'd go for a shorter top of her own, but the younger rapper had once again turned the aircon on at ridiculously cold temperatures. Her hair stuck out in different directions made her fellow '97 Liner chuckle as he reached out to fix her mane.

"Yeah," he smiled, "You slept for a long time."

"Too long. Half the day is gone already," she complained quietly with a whine, remembering there was still another member in the bed who seemed to be still fast asleep.

Mingyu chuckled. It didn't matter how many years into the idol life the girl already was, her sleeping schedule has never and most probably won't ever be affected. With their busy schedule, it wasn't rare that the idols would come back home late at night or even early in the morning around 5. Minnie, for some reason, would much rather only sleep for around three hours and wake up at 9am latest, rather than getting a good six or seven hours and therefore waking up later in the day. Did it do any good to her body? No. Did she feel good about not wasting much daylight? Yes. Was this the cause of multiple discussions with almost every member? Most definitely, yes. Would she change it any time soon? Nope.

"How...," she thought out loud. The shock sat deep in her chest. "How the hell-"

"You just needed to catch up on sleep. It's okay, Minnie," Mingyu assured her, gently pulling her back down to lay on his chest. And she let him. She pressed the side of her head against his skin, his heartbeat now right by her ear.

"When did we go to sleep?" She wondered.

A soft kiss was placed on the top of her head before the rapper's voice broke the short silence. "I don't remember. Around six maybe?"

An acknowledged hum came from the girl before she closed her eyes again, taking a deep breath in. As warm as the covers around them were, she was sure the body heat radiating off of him helped her get cosy much more than any blankets ever could.

Mingyu had turned his attention back to his phone while his right arm was still slung around Minnie's shoulders, his big hand on her upper arm to pull her in. With now also her right leg wrapped around his and her arm around his midsection, the girl opened her eyes again. What the phone showed seemed uninteresting to her, the movements on his thumb much more mesmerising than anything the screen could portray.

"When did you wake up?" She suddenly asked him, breaking the comfortable silence that had washed over the room.

"I don't know," he admitted. "I waited a bit before I got my phone because I didn't want to wake you up. But... well-," he chuckled to himself before mumbling a gentle 'Sorry' against the top of her head as he placed another kiss on her forehead.

His original plan hadn't worked out as perfectly as he had wanted to. He was sure to have waited at least a good thirty minutes as he had felt the girl's irregular breathing against him. Only when he was sure she was deep in her slumber, did he dare to move and reach out to the nightstand, which turned out to be a decision he'd regret as she had started to wake up immediately.

The moment his lips left her skin, Minnie glanced up, finding his eyes fixed on her, making her grin, "It's okay," she tightened her arms around him. "You should've woken me up a lot earlier."

She was about to set her ear against his naked chest again, when Mingyu dismissed his phone, putting it on the nightstand to let his fingertips find her chin, nudging her to look back up at him.

A smirk formed on his lips. "How could I when you look so pretty sleeping on me?"

His words made the corners of her lips curl up as well, a shy smile making its way to her face as a slight blush lit up her cheeks. She couldn't hold back a gentle smack to his chest in shyness. He knew damn well what words like these did to her. And it didn't matter how many times Minnie had heard them before. It didn't matter how many compliments she'd get from them. They never failed to make her turn red and let the warm tingly feeling spread in her stomach up until it reached her heart.

A quiet giggle tumbled from his lips, his fingers still on her chin to bring her closer as he leaned down, meeting her halfway to place a soft kiss against her lips. Mingyu had always been a passionate man. Pecks on the lips were rarety when it came to him - even if it was just a short kiss. He'd pull the girl in for an open mouth and deep kiss whenever he could, still always staying true to the gentle side of him.

It was evident in his touches. His fingertips gracefully danced over her skin, the palm of his hand comfortably placed on her, pulling her only as close as she'd let him. But she'd always let him. And she always hoped he'd go even further.

His lips left hers with a faint moan as he started placing smaller kisses on her cheeks and nose, a soft giggle erupting from Minnie. From her chin, down to her midsection, he threw his arm around her, now travelling underneath the oversized shirt. His palm found the perfect dip of her waistline, stopping right there to pull her in even closer. Mingyu turned both of them to the side, letting the girl rest her back almost fully against the mattress as her arms interlocked behind his head, trapping him between her neck and shoulder, where he had let his mouth wander to. As Minnie had interlocked their legs, he let his now rest in between both of hers, his knees digging into the bed underneath.

His lips tickled her jaw, his hand now brushing over her sides and stomach. The pyjama pants she had put on the night before had moved down her hips, exposing more of her body underneath. Underwear was left in the closet during most of the nights, she prefered to only cover her body in minimum clothing. And neither of the guys would ever complain about her decision.

Even though she had basically only just woken up, the shared passion of the two was bringing her more and more into full consciousness with each movement against her lips and warmth on her skin. How she internally begged, Mingyu would finally let his hands go much lower than just her stomach, the area between her legs practically already waiting for him.

As soon as Minnie's arms around his neck loosened, he pulled back to meet her gaze. His palm left her naked skin, coming back up to let his knuckles brush over the softness of her cheeks. The blush had almost completely disappeared but was daring to come back if he continued to look at her with his gentle puppy eyes that she had come to love so much.

"Did you at least sleep well?" He whispered almost against her lips, making her bite down on her own.

The female member nodded. "I had a really comfortable pillow," her hands moved down his front and stopped at the muscles of his chest, a smirk forming on her lips as they were tightly pressed together.

Mingyu smiled, leaning down to kiss her cheek, speaking quietly against her skin, "I'm glad."

Before he was even able to fully pull back again, the girl tightened her arms around his neck to let him drop down closer to her. She captured his lips with hers, her eagerness making him grin into the kiss. At the same time, his hand lost its place on her cheek, now on her neck, letting it rest there for a short moment. He could feel the pulse underneath his palm, it quickening with each added kiss they shared. His lips curled up in an instant. The rapper couldn't help it.

To test the waters, he tried to pull back just slightly, only for his conspiracy to be proven correct: Minnie wasn't gonna let him go any time soon. Her fingers were now tight on the back of his head, brushing over the short stubble of his freshly cut hair. It just made him smirk wider.

From her neck, down her torso, his hand glided over her body slowly. Passing her shoulders and over the slight curve of her breasts. Her nipples had already started to show through the white shirt. Lower down her stomach until he reached the hem of the top. He lifted it to let his hand dive down, his palm going back up her sides until he reached the right side of her chest.

Minnie was begging him not to break the kiss, but he still went against her grip, his kisses leaving her lips to move onto her cheeks until he reached her ear, before going down her neck.

Quiet yet heavy breaths left her lips in desperation, filling the otherwise quiet and still somewhat dark room. Her freshly manicured nails scratched his scalp as soon as she could feel him starting to suck on her favourite spot in the dip where her neck and shoulder met. Her head thrown to the right side to give Mingyu better access, she glanced over to the other man who was still sound asleep. She was about to feel bad for starting a session right next to him, but the feeling of the younger rapper's teeth against her skin made her almost forget about it.

"W-Won-" she sighed out loud in a whisper, cutting herself off when his palm suddenly found the hem of her pyjama pants. "Wonwoo-oppa is still asleep," she hastily mumbled.

The '97 Liner came back up, his eyes interlocking with hers. Without a warning, he crashed his lips against hers, pulling back just a second later. "We'll wake him up later," he assured her, knowing that if the older member was already next to them, she'd want him to join as well and he'd enjoy it just as much. He hadn't forgotten about the other man in the bed, but Mingyu could only admit that he enjoyed having just a few moments in the morning with the girl underneath him alone too.

Not even caring about pulling her pants down, he opted for just dipping underneath them, his fingers travelling down almost painfully slow. He stopped right before her slit, her clit right there, begging to be touched. Holding back a whine, Minnie pushed up her hips in desperation, cursing his teasing nature in moments like this. Outside of the bedroom, she could tease him all she wanted, that was for sure, as the rest of the members did the exact same. But behind closed walls, the rapper enjoyed the power of being the one to do the same to her, just in different settings. Like, for example, with her squirming and breathing heavily underneath him.

"Mingyu-," the girl whined out, only to be stopped by his mouth on hers, stopping her from being any louder.

"I know, I know," he whispered against her. Yet, he didn't give in to her plea. But, he removed his hand from underneath her clothing item, his grip now on the hem to pull it down just a bit, enough for his palm to fully grasp her thigh.

Her legs around his loosened before wiggling to get her pants even lower with his help. Once they were down by her shins, Minnie just kicked them off, not caring where in the mess of their sheets they would be left. His warm hand brushed up and down the side of her right thigh, holding onto it every once in a while before moving onto the inner side, pushing her legs open. His fingertip teasingly glided over her inner thigh, just his forefinger tickling her skin. All while his mouth was back on her neck and her fingers tightened around his head. With his palm exploring her legs that he already knew well enough, he let his head dip lower, now onto her chest, placing soft kisses all over just above her boobs. Her hands moved to his strong shoulders, almost pushing him down her body to where she could feel herself almost dripping already with his touch so close to her pussy, yet so far from releasing any of the pressure building up.

Mingyu could feel the anticipation rising up, not only with her, but his boxers had slowly become uncomfortably tight as well, needing some form of release soon. Before his fingers would finally dip into her slit, he raked himself up back, face to face with the girl. Even in the darkness, with the close proximity he could see how big her pupil had gotten, how her eyes were screaming for him. Her lips parted, small huffs of air falling from them, her chest moving along to each, only stopping when she gulped as he smirked down at her. She couldn't even say anything more, as lowered his head, her meeting him halfway, too desperate for pleasure to wait any longer for him. He pushed her back into his pillow now underneath her. And finally, his fingers found their way to her core, tracing a long line from her entrance, up to her clit. Her wetness had already leaked, letting his entire forefinger glide over it easily before it stopped right by the bundle of nerves. Her moan was muffled by his kiss, groaning quietly into his mouth as he started to move his finger more.

Starting with rubbing small circles around it, just to tease her a little bit more, he grinned into the kiss, feeling her hips starting to move up, hoping to not only feel his touch harder against her but possibly also rub against his leg that was still captured between her two. Other than what Wonwoo would've done, Mingyu let her move around. Let her hips jolt up into his hand. He loved watching her react just like this to his delicate touch.

The small circles long forgotten, the rapper started to rub his finger up and down her clit, dipping down lower to gather more of her slick, to let it easily glide over her core.

The building-up pleasure made Minnie leave his lips, gasping as her head fell back into the cushion. Mingyu's mouth quickly made its way back to her, his tongue and lips tracing her jawbone slowly.

"You're already so wet," he whispered, making her only whine as his fingers dipped down to her entrance once again. She raised her right leg to wrap around his hips, lifting up her lower touch against him as she finally brushed against his naked leg. Immediately, a moan fell from her lips, louder than she had anticipated, to which Mingyu tried to be quick and cover her mouth with his again. Knowing, she would start to move around more, his hand left her slit, moving to her side to grasp her hip, pulling her closer, her pussy now right up against his leg. Minnie shared a deep moan into his mouth, not wasting a second before she rolled her hips up and down, her slick spreading on his upper thigh.

The rapper hissed as her pro bone brushed against his erection, sighing heavily at the feeling of her warm wetness on his skin and his cock finally feeling some form of touch.

With each roll of her lower body, the girl sighed quietly, trying to keep it down to the best of her abilities. His leg hair only added to the friction and she had already realised that his erection must've been close to being painful by how hard she was feeling it on her.

Her frantic hip movements made the sheets bundle up on the side, the sound being louder in a room as quiet as theirs. Mingyu's strong hands, now both of them on her hips, made her slow down with deep breaths. Minnie tried to fight against his grip, only wanting to get more out of the pleasure she was giving herself against his leg, but the man above her was obviously much stronger than her.

Too slowly, he moved her lower body against his thigh, making her grip tighten around the bedsheets, trying to keep her moans down with the painful speed Mingyu was letting her move. The whine she let out didn't go far as the rapper stopped her.

"Shh," he whispered, coming down to place a kiss on her cheek, "Let's not wake up Wonwoo-hyung like that."

"But-" she tried to complain, but he pushed himself up.

"Come up," he got a hold of her hands and pulled her up with him. With his strength, it was easy to now have her on her knees right in front of him. Even with him in the same position, he was still towering over her, making her grin up at him. The loss of friction was immediately forgotten, the moment her gaze met his dark eyes, and his hand cupped her cheek to pull her in for another passionate kiss. His tongue tickled her lips, asking for entrance, only to be met with her own, moving against each other in synch. Almost like they had practised. Well... they did have enough sessions before, explaining the almost routine their tongues had found themselves in.

Minnie's eagerness made her right hand travel down his chest, bumping over each ab of his on her way to his boxers. The tip of his erection was already poking the hem, screaming to be let out. Her palm rubbed over the fabric, a heavy breath tumbling from Mingyu's lips as he had to leave her lips, his forehead falling onto her smaller shoulder. She didn't exactly know how long he had been so hard, but she could imagine, as soon as she pulled the hem down, she found the evidence of pre-cum already leaking from the red tip of his cock. Unlike him, the girl didn't tease him for long, pushing the boxers down quickly to finally get a full hold of his erection. She could wrap her entire hand around it but by no means was it entirely covered by only one of her hands. Her thumb brushed over the tip, spreading the few drops of pre-cum over it, getting a shiver to rush through Mingyu's body, his hand clasping onto the cheeks of her ass.

What she would've wanted to do was just dip her head down and wrap her mouth around the perfect shape of his cock, but Mingyu suddenly placed his bigger one on top of hers, leaning back up straight. Heavy breaths made his chest move quickly. He gulped as he moved her hand away from him, motioning for her to turn to the side.

Minnie was curious as to what he was planning but followed his every step just like she usually would. Her feet were now close to the border of his side of the bed as he stepped off the bed to stand on the floor, right behind her.

"Move up," he told her, pushing her forward by placing his palms on her ass, smiling to himself. Before she got too far up the mattress, he placed a few more kisses on her shoulder with his arms around her torso. He ditched her only to her dismay right after pulling the shirt over her head, revealing her entire form. His warm hands never left her skin as they moved around to stop on her back, his left one grasping her hip while his right one pushed her forward by her shoulder blades. Minnie smiled to herself, now realising what position he had wanted her in. She got on all fours, making sure her chest was close to the mattress while her ass was up in the air. Behind her, she could hear Mingyu throwing his boxers into a corner of the room before he got down on his knees, his hands wrapping around her thighs. A soft gasp fell from her rosy lips as soon as she felt his hot breath against her pussy, only wanting to push back to feel his mouth against her.

"Wake up Wonwoo-hyung," he suddenly told her, not giving her another second before his tongue licked a strip from her front to the back, stopping at her entrance.

Even with her elbows that were supposed to steady her, the girl buckled forward at the skilled movements of his tongue against her slick.

"L-Like this?" She wondered, not knowing how he'd react if they just ripped him from his sleep while they were already in the middle of it. An assured moan vibrated against her, making her shiver and another soft moan echoed through the room.

Pushing herself slightly forward, she was close enough to Wonwoo to lean down to his ear. As he was sleeping on his right side, she decided to keep her hands on the mattress, her fingers digging into the sheets underneath her. Minnie tried to collect her heavy breathing, but Mingyu didn't show any signs of slowing down his tongue movements, switching between circling around her entrance and the tip massaging her clit.

With one deep breath, she finally whispered, "Oppa," her lips moved down to place a soft kiss on his shoulder. Wonwoo didn't budge. He was a heavier sleeper than her. Hoping she could steady herself on her left hand, she raised her right one to let her nails scratch over the exposed naked skin of his back. He had the covers pulled up enough to almost cover him entirely, yet a little peek of his torso was in her view. A visible shiver ran down his spine as he moved around.

Mingyu had opted to now focus on her entrance, sticking his tongue in and out, his fingers also joining to rub her clit. Her breathing only got heavier, but she hoped the '96 Liner would wake up to her voice rather than her moans.

"Wonwoo," she slightly shook his shoulder, "Oppa, wake up." Switching from a whisper to something just a bit louder. With a sigh, he turned to the side, his back now straight against the mattress, yet he didn't show any more signs of waking up. Minnie was about to open her mouth again, trying to keep calm while Mingyu was still behind her, but the sudden feeling of his two fingers pushing inside of her made her stumble forward, a louder moan falling from her lips. Her hands fell onto Wonwoo's shoulder, shaking him along with the soft impact. A groan from the older member went above her head, too focused on the pleasure rushing through her body. With scrunched eyebrows, the rapper turned his head to the side where the soft groans from the girl came from.

"Mh?" Even in his hum, you could tell how rough his voice was just after waking up. "What?" He asked out loud, rubbing his eyes as he opened them, glancing down at Minnie whose face was pushed into the pillow. His eyes quickly fell on the curve of her back up to her ass, which was up in the air - a sight he could gladly be woken up any day. The enjoyment he felt at the view in front of him suddenly switched to Mingyu, who stood up behind her, standing straight in all his glory.

"Sorry, hyung," he smiled, "we started without you."

Wonwoo's lips got a slight curve to them as he looked back at the girl, who was trying to get herself up again, her arms shaking from the orgasm she was so close to having, if it wasn't for the younger rapper suddenly pulling back. He pushed himself up by his elbows, his gaze switching between the two younger members.

"Don't be," Wonwoo smirked, his hand coming up to brush Minnie's hair out of her face, finding her almost glassy eyes. "Someone's clearly enjoying it." His thumb brushed over her bottom lip, the tiredness still written all across his face, while there was only pleasure to be seen on hers.

The girl grinned as a thought shot to her head. A quick second passed before she decided to keep the comment to herself. Now was not the time to tease the '97 Liner. He was in a position to make her regret it and at this time of day, she prefered to enjoy their shared session in bed. Mingyu had a tight grip on his erection, already lining it up with her entrance, getting another sudden moan from her. The free hand dug into her left hip, his thumb right on one of the dimples that decorated her lower back. Only a split second later, he pushed himself inside her, forcing Minnie to jolt forward slightly, her head falling back into the pillow, only for Wonwoo to make her look up again, cupping her cheek in his palm. He had steadied himself up on his left elbow, his right hand holding onto her as he leaned forward, placing his lips onto hers. The kiss muffled each moan that tumbled from her lips, only getting louder with every added thrust from Mingyu.

As soon as he released her mouth again, a loud whine echoed through the room. Her eyes were still closed from the rush of pleasure and pressure building up in her core. Minnie couldn't see the way Wonwoo's eyes raked over her face, tracing her nose and lips before leaning down to place kisses down the invisible line he had created in his mind. Only when he leaned back a second time, she looked at him. His fingers graced over her jawline, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Has Mingyu been good to you?" He asked her almost ironically. Her mouth was still open, moan after moan leaving her lush lips, her head tilting back and forth with each thrust. He knew the answer, yet he couldn't help asking her.

With scrunched eyebrows, the girl nodded frantically, her grip on the sheets tightening as she could feel the first orgasm that she had lost merely a minute ago coming back to her.

"Yeah?" Wonwoo whispered, his fingers now tangled in her hair as he made sure to keep her face in front of his, their gazes interlocked. He could almost see the plea in her eyes, begging to finally come. The glassy overlay reflected on her iris. "Did you cum already?" She shook her head with a gulp. "Are you gonna cum now?" She was quick to nod. With a smile, he leaned forward again, her lips too pretty not to be kissed. Her moans only made him groan in return. His hands found hers, letting the girl grip onto them instead of the sheets.

The sight in front of him made Mingyu sigh heavily, his thrusts had started to become more irregular as he could feel her walls tighten around him, only making him get closer to his own release.

"Fuck..." he cursed with a groan, "I'm not gonna last much longer," he admitted, making the older rapper chuckle.

"It's okay, she neither," Wonwoo answered for her, letting Minnie rest her forehead against his shoulder, their hands intertwined as her whines became more high-pitched, letting them know just how close she really was. "Right?" He leaned down to her ear.

The female member nodded, "Yeah...," she sighed out loud, followed by a loud moan, "God... Oh, God-" cutting herself off with an almost high-pitched scream when Mingyu suddenly switched to hard sharp thrusts. Wonwoo held onto her, his lips now on her neck, sucking and licking the spot Mingyu had teased her at only a short while ago. He had known her body for a good bit longer, having thought the younger rapper everything he needed to know, but still, he was proud to say that he was confident in probably knowing her just a bit better.

Right before the '97 Liner could hit the fourth thrust, Minnie gave in. Her orgasm washed over her body, her body shaking through it. Her nails dug into Wonwoo's hand, making him groan in pleasure and bite down on her skin, getting another moan from her in return. With only a few more thrusts, Mingyu followed, pulling out just in time, covering her ass and lower back with spurts of his cum. His low groans mixed with the warmth now on her backside made her smile to himself. That only got wider as soon as she felt his thumb gliding over the picture he had painted.

She pushed herself up, her knees thankfully still strong enough to keep her up straight. The younger rapper's arm had wrapped around her shoulder once again. The thumb he had just used to swipe over his cum now lined up with her lips, nudging her to open her mouth as she let herself fall back against his strong chest. Without hesitation, she obeyed, parting her lips, letting his finger enter her mouth before puckering around it, her tongue swiping across the tip. Synchronised moans of pleasure from both '97 Liners filled the room while the oldest of the three leaned back against the headrest, his lips curved up as he watched the two. He'd be lying if he said that was the reason for him to get hard. His erection had been growing ever since he had heard the first moan from Minnie.

As they truly had only decided to watch a movie the night before, he stayed in his boxers and sweats, but both of these seemed uncomfortably tight as he now eyed the two other members. The girl had her head tilted back, Mingyu's thumb now out of her mouth and placed on her neck, while his lips were engulfing hers. His other hand had already found its way back to her slit, and her legs instinctively parted again, giving Wonwoo the perfect view of her glistening pussy.

With a chuckle, Minnie pushed his hand away and parted their lips, scootching back up the bed with a sigh. The younger rapper had already turned to the nightstand to get some of the tissues he kept there, cleaning her backside neatly.

The girl didn't miss the soft grin on her partner's face, making her move over to him as soon as she felt a reassuring tap on her ass, letting her know Mingyu was done behind her.

"How did you sleep?" Wonwoo asked her as soon as she was close enough.

"Good," she smiled, leaning forward to go back to kissing him like before. The saltiness of the other man's cum was still faint on her tongue but it only made Wonwoo groan into the kiss. She suddenly pulled back, placing a soft peck on his bottom lip. "Did you sleep well?"

The '96 Liner nodded, his hand coming up to grab the back of her, pulling her back in. "I did," he told her in between kisses. "But waking up today was even better." His comment made her giggle. As she knew there was no way of her getting out of the grip he had on her hair, not so shyly, she let her hand wander down his body. Tracing the faint bumps of his abs he had been working on getting back with her manicured nails. Just like with Mingyu, she wasn't about to waste more time, her fingers dipping right underneath the hem of his boxers, her hand palming his erection. A heavy breath fell from his lips as his hand tightened on her hair, making her groan in pleasure.

Mingyu had come back into the room, having thrown away the tissues in the bin in the bathroom. Wonwoo quickly opened his eyes at the sound of footsteps, ushering him over to the bed immediately. With his attention away from the girl for just a split second, Minnie took the opportunity to move out of his grip and push the sheets of his body. Not wanting to put up a fight and enjoy her doing, the older member let her, leaning back against the mattress as she started to pull down his sweatpants and his boxers already along with them. His cock sprung free, hitting the bottom of his stomach.

Wonwoo's hand came down to brush over her head once she was only a few inches away from his erection while Mingyu claimed his side of the bed again, the palm of his hand running up and down her side, as it was perfectly in his view.

Minnie started by tracing a long strip up his shaft with her tongue, his head immediately falling back in pleasure. With a small drop of her spit right on his tip, letting it trickle down, she wrapped her hand around his cock, spreading the liquid around a bit more before wrapping her lips around him while her palm covered anything she couldn't get in her mouth. Wonwoo groaned out loud, his fingers holding onto her hair as she slowly bobbed her head up and down. The younger rapper's hands had started massaging the cheeks of her ass, enjoying the soft moans from her and the heavy sighs and groans from the man next to him.

Minnie used her free hand to cup the older member's balls, her other still occupied with moving up and down along with her head, stopping when she decided to let her tongue circle around the tip. She opened her mouth, giving Wonwooo the perfect view of her side profile as she delicately moved her lips and tongue around his erection. It was only then, he remembered the other member in the bed as well.

"Wait-" he stopped her, nudging her chin to come back up. "Let's give Mingyu a better view." Making the younger rapper chuckle. Minnie grinned as she looked back at her fellow '97 Liner, her thumb wiping away the drop of drool daring to spill out.

"Come here," Wonwoo prompted himself up on his knees, motioning for her to get in between him and Mingyu. "Lay down," he told her, throwing his cushion to cover half of the other one, making a higher surface for her. Right as he asked, the female member laid down on her back, sandwiched by her two partners, with the younger one calmly in the same position as her, while the older one had gotten closer to her, still on his knees, his cock in his hands. She replaced his grip with her own, waiting for him to be close enough before he dropped down, his tip back against her lips. Before she let it slip inside her mouth, her hands warmed his cock again, pumping up and down his length, making him groan once again as his left hand came up against the headrest to steady himself. Subconsciously, he leaned forward, pushing the tip further into her mouth, but Minnie just willingly opened it, letting him do as he pleased.

Mingyu's eyes were on them, simply just enjoying the view as he could already feel himself getting hard again, sighing heavily. His gaze fell onto Wonwoo's right hand that was travelling down dangerously low to where the girl had started to roll her hips against nothing, just instinctively. By simply just the sounds of pleasure from her partners, she could get herself rilled up, delighted at the fact that they wouldn't hold back their moans and groans, but let them fill the heat of the room.

As soon as the older rapper's middle- and ring finger started massaging her clit, a whine from her made his dick plop out of her mouth, and slap against her cheek. Her sound went straight to both of the men's cocks, making them jerk up. Wonwoo put his erection back into her mouth after she was able to catch her breath again. Her hand on his thigh stopped him from frantically moving his cock past her lips, wanting to deep and slowly.

Her pussy was still slick and most probably would still be in the next hour or so, counting the amount of pleasure she was receiving and giving. His fingers rubbed on her clit, using her wetness as lubrication. Feeling her body give into the enjoyment as she bucked up her hips. Her whines still fell from her lips, even with his dick filling up her mouth.

The guys could listen to the sound of her moans all day. After all the songs she had ever written, these were still the most beautiful sounds to the two men.

Wonwoo's eyes fell on the other member on the opposite side of the bed, who had started to palm himself again, his erection growing with each second that he listened to the sounds coming from the two next to him.

"Mingyu," his heavy breathing didn't stop as he spoke. "Come up here." The older member motioned for him to get closer, looking down at the woman beneath them in awe as she was still using her tongue to circle around his tip, her hand pumping him, her eyes shut in pleasure as his own fingers were working on her second orgasm. Mingyu shuffled up, watching Wonwoo, pull out his erection from her grip before cupping her cheek.

"You wanna try to take both of us?" He asked her, who switched her gaze between the '96 Liner's warm gaze and the '97 Liner's eyes, which were wide in surprise, but she could see the moment those words reached his ears, his body visibly reacting to it as his cock jerked up just a slight bit, making her bite down on her lips.

"Yeah," she quietly told him, nodding as she reached out with both of her hands to wrap around each cock of theirs. Slowly, she pushed them down to her lips, placing a soft kiss on each of their tips. She moved on to Mingyu's first. She spat onto his length before her hand spread it along, while the head of his dick was laid against her outstretched tongue.

With a deep groan, the '97 Liner threw his head back. Wonwoo, whose cock was getting pumped at the same time by her, watched him with a grin. It only lasted a second before he suddenly felt Minnie's lips back on him as she now glanced up at him, making him sigh heavily, his hand coming down to let his thumb brush over her cheek. She smiled against his touch, her tongue drawing a big circle around his tip with her mouth wide open.

With the pleasure he was receiving, Wonwoo had forgotten to get back to work on his girlfriend's orgasm, his hand quickly moving from her cheek down back to her slit, where he immediately pushed the two fingers he had used before inside of her, making her moan out loud, both of their dick hanging right above her open lips. Her hands hadn't stopped moving around their shafts, still getting heavy huffs from both men, only encouraging her to keep going.

As she now had both of them in a position like this and remembered Wonwoo's question from before, a dazing thought rushed through her head, making her lips curl up. She let her hands get close to their tips before pushing them to her lips just like earlier, only that now, she opened her mouth, pushing both of them inside of her. Her cheeks filled at an almost painful stretch, making her shut her eyes, but the moment her tongue hit the tip of their cocks, making both of the guys moan out loudly, she let it happen. Minnie raised her head just slightly, angling it straighter to let their erection move deeper into her mouth. With the added pleasure of Wonwoo's fingers still pumping in and out of her, her heavy breaths dared to turn into gags as Mingyu almost couldn't hold back from pushing deeper inside, the tight feeling of the inside of her cheeks against his length making him shudder.

With a gasp, she released her lips from the stretch, making the men sigh out with Wonwoo's hand suddenly speeding up while his thumb rubbed on her clit. Almost hastily, with short high-pitched moans, she forced the two cocks back into her mouth, her hands continuing to work on the rest of their lengths.

The older member threw his head back with a heavy groan, "God... just like that," his left hand brushed over the top of her hair, making her look up at him with wide eyes. The sight of two cocks in her mouth, her eyes glassy from pleasure and pain, her eyebrows scrunched together as she was getting closer to her own release, almost made him come right then and there, but he had to hold himself back.

"Fuck," Mingyu cursed out loud, his head dropping forward as Minnie started to bob her head, releasing their erections from her mouth each second, only to put them back inside in the following ones.

She surprised both of them when she suddenly started to use the spit that had gathered around them and smear it all over their lengths with her hands. Sneakily, she brought them closer together, rubbing their tips against each other, only before pushing them even a little bit further until she could wrap her hands collectively around both of them at the same time, letting the guys buck forward, using her hand as an almost fleshlight, while they brushed against each other.

The new sensation brought a new wave of pleasure to both of them as Mingyu continued to mumble out different curse words, shaking his head as he tried to steady himself with his hand on the headboard. Wonwoo had opted to place his palm on the younger rapper's shoulder, leaning slightly forward. Their cocks continued to move against each other, Minnie's hand keeping them together and giving them a hole to fuck with her hands. Without thinking about his actions, Mingyu dropped his head onto the hand on his shoulder, first letting his side rest against it before he turned it to place a gentle kiss against the rough knuckles of the man in front of him.

The older member had to pull his fingers back from Minnie's core, coming up to get a hold of Mingyu's hair, and pulling it back to make him meet his gaze. The two leaned in closer, their foreheads resting against each other as their eyes fell down to their cocks, glistening in the girl's spit as she rubbed them against each other, them bucking their hips forwards so she wouldn't even have to move her hands, only letting her tongue swipe across their tips every now and then. As she glanced up for a split second, she found both of their gazes on her, a grin spreading on her lips as she found their fucked out eyes.

"Hyung," Mingyu suddenly whined, "I-I'm gonna cum."

Wonwoo could only nod, his hand on the younger one's shoulder tightening as he could feel Minnie's tongue move quicker across their tips, wanting to bring both of them to their release. Merely seconds before both of them would buck their hips for the last time, the girl released their cocks from each other, using her hands to get them off separately. Only a few pumps later, loud groans and heavy moans filled her ears as spurts of cum started decorating her chest. She continued to run her hands along their lengths, waiting until every last drop hand landed on her chest before moving onto Wonwoo's cock first. Her lips wrapped around his girth easily, her tongue immediately getting to work with cleaning up the last drips coming from his tip. When she felt his comforting hand on her head, she let him free, his erection now much slumber than before. She glanced up at him with a curve to her lips as he chuckled down at her. He couldn't hold back but leaned down to give her a quick peck.

After releasing her again, he moved off the bed to get the tissues this time. As soon as he was out of her sight, the female member looked over at Mingyu, who had already fallen back against the mattress, still heavily breathing. With his hand on his chest he tried to calm himself down, but once glance down at his cock told her that it would take more time than expected as his tip was still bright red, just like it had been when he was hard as a rock before. With a sly smile, Minnie pushed herself up, her movements making her fellow '97 Liner look over at her. He reached out to cup her left cheek in his warm palm, copying her facial expression as he shook his head with a chuckle.

"Unbelievable," he mumbled with a smile. He dropped his hand again as Wonwoo told the girl to come closer to the edge of the bed. The younger rapper let her push herself up with his abs underneath her hands as the older member wiped the cum stains off her chest. Mingyu leaned forward until he was close enough to place soft kisses on her side making her try to squirm away, but he had already wrapped his arms around her, not letting her move much.

After the '96 Liner was done, he gave a quick kiss to her forehead before disappearing just like Mingyu had done before to rid of the tissues, neither wanting to collect them on the bedside table or somewhere on the floor, while also knowing the other man would take care of their girl in the meantime.

The younger rapper was still nose-deep in her side, pulling her in even closer, making the girl giggle. She managed to push his face away from her side, not managing the tickle of his kisses for much longer. As soon as he looked up at her though, she couldn't hold back but lean down, cupping his cheeks in her hands to keep him straight as she locked her lips onto his. He moved lower to snake around her ass, the soft flesh squished up against his arm.

The two were interrupted once Wonwoo came back, joining the two back on the bed, stopping right behind Minnie on the mattress, his lips going down to her neck. At the same time, his fingers travelled down to her slit that was still waiting for the final touch. Her mouth had to leave Mingyu's to let out a soft moan, leaning back against the older member's chest as she felt his fingertips going through the crack of her ass, down to her still pulsating clit, massaging it in circles. Wonwoo took the opportunity to push her head to the side with his free hand to make her look at him, covering her lips with his own as he engulfed her in a deep kiss, pushing his tongue into her mouth right away. A deep groan shook her body as Mingyu started to kiss his way up from her stomach until he reached her breasts. His big hand cupped her left tit, kneading it to get a moan out of her. His lips wrapped around her already hard enough nipple, his tongue flicking the nub.

"I think we still owe you something," Wonwoo whispered against her lips, commenting on the orgasm he couldn't give her before as the new experience she had given the two men came as a surprise, making them have to steady themselves on each other. Minnie chuckled against his touch, melting into his embrace as she whined as soon she felt his fingers enter her again. But she had had enough of their hands, feeling the need to be filled up with much more than just their fingers, even though they could very much so give her enough pleasure as well.

"P-Please..." she mumbled, her words stuttering as he suddenly pressed his fingers hard against her clit.

"Hm?" Wonwoo teasingly wondered.

"Hyung, lay down," Mingyu suddenly spoke up, straightening his back to glance at the man behind the girl, who gazed up at the '97 Liner.

Wonwoo would never question the younger one's proposals and actions when it came to the three. Each one of them only wanted the best for the other ones, so they knew whatever one of them had in mind, the others would most definitely enjoy them anyway. The '96 Liner, laid down on the mattress, his head on the two stacked pillows where Minnie had been only a few minutes ago.

The younger rapped wrapped a strong arm around the small waist of the girl, pulling her in closely with a passionate kiss on her lips as he turned them around on the bed - her back now to Wonwoo, while her chest was still pushed up against his. The older member had already started to pump himself again, just the view in front of him getting him easily hard a second time in a row.

Gently, Mingyu pushed her further back until her ass was lined up with the growing erection behind her. His hands on her ass told her to straighten her knees as he glanced behind her, making sure, she'd be lined up with the tip of Wonwoo's cock. The older rapper straightened his legs and with his palms on hers, he pulled them over his waist. He quickly got a hold of his cock again which was now only millimetres away from entering her again as Mingyu kissed her deeply one more time before patting her ass, telling her to lower herself. The head of his dick glided into her slit easily, her wetness still lubricating her wall as she sat down onto his hips, a shuttering moan tumbling from her lips. Wonwoo's hands immediately found their place on her hips, already bucking up his lower body, making her whine out in surprise.

Mingyu gave her a few more pecks on the cheek before pushing up against her even more, the palms of his hands securely on her back as he dropped her back against the other member's chest. With her ass against Wonwoo's pro bone and his grip tightly on her, she started to roll her hips instantly, needing to release the pressure that had built up over the past few minutes. The older rapper pushed his lower half up, hitting the highest point of her inside with each thrust.

The '97 Liner couldn't help but smile down at the two before he got down on his knees, lowering his chest to meet the scrunched-up bedsheets underneath them, lining his face up with the frantically moving bodies. Minnie stopped her movements, relying on Wonwoo's thrusts against her G-Spot, moaning out loud as Mingyu's tongue pressed against her clit. Wonwoo couldn't see clearly, but he could still feel the other member's presence between his legs, making him grin at the thought of what he was possibly doing that could get sounds like these out of the girl.

Her hands tried to find something to grasp onto as the man's thrusts had become deeper while the other one's tongue lapped around her clit, the tip massaging her bundle of nerves. The '96 Liner saw her struggle, loosening his grip on her hips to let his arms wrap around her waist, pulling her back as closely as possible against his chest. His hips continued to thrust up into her, choked-up moans falling from her lips that could only be stopped as she moved her head to the side, their lips meeting for a deep kiss. The heels of her feet had started to dig into the mattress, pushing her lower body slightly up, only for Mingyu to push it back down, his mouth not leaving her core, his lips now wrapped around her clit to suck on it.

A mix of high-pitched moans and whines echoed through the room, Minnie didn't even know how to react to the pleasure any more, just letting it wash over her with each thrust, suck, kiss, and lick on her body.

Wonwoo's arms suddenly moved up her body, grasping her tits into his palms, making her own hands come up to hold onto his, heavily breathing as his fingers started to play with her nipples. He could feel himself getting dangerously close to his release, wanting her to come along with him. His thrusts had started to deepen, hitting the rough spot inside of her, getting choked-up moans of hers in return as she turned her head to the side once again, begging for his kisses to calm her down.

Mingyu was still working down, his eyes always up on the girl squirming against Wonwoo's chest, making him grin against her as proudly licked around her clit, adding to the pleasure she needed for her final release.

"P-Please come... inside me," Minnie moaned out, each thrust making it harder for her to form words as she could slowly feel herself turning into a mess of pleasure. "Please, Wonwoo..."

Hearing the sound of his name drop from her lips, surrounded by moans and whines brought him closer to his release than he had wanted to, now only a few more thrusts away from bursting a second time.

Her hands tightened on his arm as his fingers dug into the softness of her breasts. The shortness of his breath turned into heavy groans, his cock pumping a few more times before finally releasing himself inside of her. A loud groan fell from his lips as Minnie felt the warmth of his cum filling her up. Mingyu pushed himself up to let his member have his quick moment of relief as he watched his cock plop out of the girl's entrance, drops of his cum following close behind. He leaned back down to get his lips on her clit again while his fingers pushed every drip that dared to come out of her back inside. She jolted up in surprise, thinking she'd get a quick moment of rest, but the '97 Liner was already back down. Wonwoo sat up straighter, moving the girl down to sit between his legs, giving Mingyu a quick break to take a breath before his tongue circled her bundle of nerves again.

Over her shoulder, the older rapper got to look down at the younger member, smirking at the sight of his fingers pushing inside of her while his lips were working on her clit. His hands were still on her breasts, while his mouth had moved down to her shoulder, placing kiss after kiss as he travelled up to her jaw, making her turn her head to kiss him once again, his breathing still heavy from the orgasm he was trying to come down from.

"Fu-... I'm so close," she stumbled over her words as she glanced at the man between her legs, who looked up at her exclaim, only making her moan out loud again. Wonwoo smirked against her neck.

"Come on Mingyu's tongue, baby," he whispered, his deep voice sending a rush through her body. His hand kneaded her breasts more, his fingers focusing on her hard nipples. Her hands dropped from their grasp on him, to move down to pull at the younger rapper's short hair, getting a groan from him in return that shook her core. With a shaky moan, she bucked up her hips, his teeth gracing her clit suddenly, making her jolt in surprise. Her whines turned into quick short breaths, mumbles tumbling from her lips as her head fell back, her begs getting louder with each suck on her clit and push of his fingers inside of her.

It only took one more brush against her G-Spot before she came. The orgasm burst through her body. She lifted her hips in reaction as Mingyu's lips didn't leave her pussy, continuing to suck. His lips were tight around her clit, trying to drag out her orgasm as much as possible, while she was wriggling against him, Wonwoo's strong arms around her keeping her somewhat still.

"Ah!" She cried out, trying to push Mingyu's head away from her with a whine. Finally, he released her, letting a deep sigh leave her body, her head falling back against the older rapper's shoulder, who was kissing her jawline. With a proud smirk, the '97 Liner wiped a thumb across his lips before placing his hands on her waist to lean down, covering her lips with his to stick his tongue into her mouth. A muffled groan came from her as she tasted the remains of her on him, smiling against his lips. As Wonwoo was still on her jaw, one slight movement let their heads bump together, making both men look up.

With both of their eyes filled with leftover lust, they smirked at each other and before Mingyu could even think much about his next move, he brushed past Minnie, his lips finding the older member's as he also leaned forward, meeting him in the middle. Pleasurable hums filled the girl's ear as she turned her head to the side, finding her partners sharing a moment of passion as Wonwoo's hand clasped on the back of Mingyu's head, pulling him in just a bit deeper, their tongues finally meeting. The '96 Liner recognised the taste of the girl still on his lips, smirking into the kiss, before pulling back. Their eyes only met for a split second, sharing a quick smile before their attention was back on her who watched them with wild eyes, the corners of her lips curled up. Wonwoo was the first to get back on her lips, the younger member opting for the other side of her neck. Only after a split second, the two switched, each of them groaning against each other's lips.

Too lost in the touches of each other, the stain forming on the sheets underneath them was long forgotten and the tissues now suddenly unimportant in the nightstand.

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#minnie 🌷#seventeen #seventeen oc #seventeen 14th member #mimiwon #smut #wonwoo #mingyu #minwon #fluff

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https-milo · 10 days

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the baker's daughter - a wild todoroki!

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Y/n L/n works at a small bakery owned by her parents. One day, a pro hero in training shows up asking for 400 cupcakes

Chapter 2 - a wild todoroki!

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Three days have passed since Todoroki came into the shop. Right now I am currently on an afternoon mission. A mission to get all the ingredients needed for 400 cupcakes by the U.A School Festival. The wind felt therapeutic as it brushed past me, I smiled warmly at the feeling. I walk to the closest store, enter it, and greet the workers with a wave. I grab a basket and walk over to the baking aisle.

"Cocoa power... Vanilla extract... Sugar... Flour... Don't we already have most of this stuff?" I groan in annoyance. I scoop everything I need into my basket. I walk to the noodle aisle and see soba - my favorite. There was only one left, so I quickly grab it. I hear a sigh from beside me and turn around. It was Shoto Todoroki.

"Oh! Hello, Todoroki," I greet. "I hope you weren't trying to get the soba..."

"I was actually, but it's fine. I can just go out to eat somewhere," Todoroki explains.

"I'm sorry, if you want it, you can have it?"

"No, it's fine. Thank you."

"Okayyyy, well I've gotta get to the bakery... It was nice seeing you!" I say. Being close to him made me flustered, and I did not like that. I rush away from Todoroki, barreling towards the cashier.

"L/N, hold on," He said.

I was halfway to the register, almost free from embarrassment. "Uh yes?"

"Would you like to join me in getting soba? I figure you'd prefer it fresh and not prepackaged," Todoroki asked.

"Uhm, me? Like me-me?" I look around, trying to find anyone else he could be talking to.

"Yes, you. You don't have to, of course. Just thought I'd offer."

My eyes widen, "Yeah! Of course, I wanna go with you, but I kinda have to run these to the bakery first and change -" I look down ashamed at my 'no-one-will-see-me' outfit. "I'm sure you don't wanna be seen with someone who looks like this," I vaguely gesture to my outfit.

"I don't care what you're wearing. But if you want to change, I'll wait for you."

"Come with me in line?" I ask. He nods and catches up to me, from there we walk to the register. I place the ingredients on the conveyor belt. The worker scans my items.

"That'll be 10,000 yen," the worker explains. I wince.

"Mom is so going to kill me," I joke. "My budget was 8,000..."

Before I can say anything else, Todoroki takes out his father's credit card and pays for the ingredients. "To-Todoroki!" I stutter. He looks at me confused as he enters the PIN number.

"What? I don't want you getting in trouble."

"It was a joke, Todo. My mom wasn't actually going to kill me," I sigh as the worker bags my items.

"Oh."

"Thank you though, I really appreciate it. But now I feel bad!" I pout.

"Don't feel bad, my father has enough money," Todoroki replies. "Let me help you." I nod and he takes a few bags out of my arms. We walk out of the store.

"What're you doing out here anyway? I thought you'd be in school?" I ask.

"We had the day off today. I thought it would be nice to head into town, and I was right because I ran into you," he said this so easily I thought he was joking.

"W-what?!"

"I enjoy your company," he shrugged.

"We just met... like literally the other day."

"I know, but I was never allowed around other kids when I was younger. I didn't have a single friend before I started attending U.A., so I don't really know what it's like to have one. But after we met, I couldn't stop thinking about you. So I figured I just had to meet you again, and I was right. I think that's what happens when you want someone to be your friend."

I didn't think I could get any more flustered. But, of course, a quirk user just had to prove me wrong. "I enjoy your company too. We should talk more! You know, outside of the cupcakes," I smile at him - trying to ignore the bubbly feeling in my chest.

We walk in silence for the rest of the way to my bakery. It wasn't uncomfortable, I honestly enjoyed it. "I'm home!" I shout as we enter the bakery.

"Welcome back, Y/n," my dad says. He's rubbing his face with a rag as he enters the front of the store. Once his eyes open, they narrow in on Todoroki. I wince and look between the two.

"Dad, this is Todoroki Shoto, he's the customer who requested the large order. Todo, this is my dad," I introduce. That doesn't help the one-sided tension. Todoroki looked confused as he looked between me and my dad. I gestured for him to speak.

"Good afternoon, sir. I came across L/N-chan in the store, I offered to take her out for lunch... if that's ok with you?" Todoroki greeted with a bow. My father grumbled.

"Come with me while Y/N changes, bring the groceries," Dad instructed.

"Is that really necessary?" I groan.

"Yes," Dad firmly said. I roll my eyes.

"Don't worry, L/N. I will be fine," Todoroki replied.

I look between the two and hesitantly make my way upstairs after handing Todoroki the remaining bags. I head to my room and hastily throw on a pair of jeans and a band shirt. It had been 7 minutes since I left the storefront, and if I'm being honest; I was scared of what I was going to walk in on. Pushing my fear aside for the sake of Todoroki, I walk downstairs. Surprisingly, I see my dad engaged in a friendly conversation. I quirk an eyebrow at this. With just as much prejudice quirk havers give us for being quirkless, my dad gives the hatred tenfold toward quirk users. So imagine my shock when I see him shaking Todoroki's hand and thanking him.

"Soooo can I go with him?" I ask.

"Yes. Take care of my daughter, Todoroki," my dad says.

"Of course, L/N-sama," Todoroki replied. He nodded toward me and we made our way out of the bakery. "Did you know my favorite soba place is only a few blocks away?"

"I know of a soba place a few blocks away, but obviously I didn't know it was your favorite," I tease. I swear I see a faint smile on his face. "What did my dad say to you?"

"He started asking about my intentions for hanging out with you. I told him you were good company. Then he started saying how you three were quirkless, but that wouldn't stop him from hurting me if I offended you in any way. I told him that wouldn't be a problem because we were just getting Soba," Todoroki explained. I could tell he was either keeping something from me or some part of what he said was a lie. "I didn't know you were quirkless."

"It's not something we go around telling everyone. There's really no pride in being 'normal'," I shrug. This was the conversation I was dreading.

"Well, I think being quirkless can be just as great as having a quirk," Todoroki calmly said. I look at him ridiculously, not believing what he said.

"How so?" I asked. I figured he was just trying to be nice to me, he didn't actually believe that. I mean, who would?

"Well, if the majority of the world relies on quirks and quirk users, the fact that quirkless people can get through the day without using a power is remarkable. Your parents built that bakery themselves, right? They didn't need quirks to do that and the business they built is incredible. I guess quirkless people just don't get enough credit, I think we forget there was a time we didn't use quirks," Todoroki explained.

"And you mean that? Like you're not just trying to be nice or whatever?"

"Yes, I mean it. Why wouldn't I?"

"Not many people share the same sentiment. I'm used to being thrown into lockers and bullied, not appreciated," I chuckle.

"My friend Midoriya helped me see quirkless people how I currently view them. My father told me they were defenseless and weak. I let this sentiment slip during a hangout once while we were watching a movie, Midoriya paused it and went on a whole rant. I hate my father for the way he made me see people, quirklessness is not a disability as everyone makes it seem."

"Well, tell Midoriya I appreciate him showing you the light," I joke. Todoroki smiled faintly.

"Well, we're here," Todoroki said.

Thank you so much for reading <3

#mha #my hero academia #bnha #boku no hero academia #shoto todoroki #todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #my hero academia x reader #shoto x reader #xreader #bakery au #anime #anime x reader

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lecsbootymain · 3 months

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Itafushi headcannons

megumi is the only person who's ever made yuji blush in all seriousness

megumi is a hoodie hoarder (of yuji's hoodies ofc!)

yuji likes running his fingers through megumi's hair when he's asleep

they've been on countless ice cream dates (ofc megumi would call them otherwise but like-)

yuji walked in on megumi fresh out of shower once and it took him a full whole minute to regain his composure (and get his insides to stop tingling)

"So are you just gonna stare or?" Megumi cocked a challenging eyebrow, the faintest edge of amusement coating his tone. If Yuji kept looking at him like that for any longer, Megumi would have to step back into the bathroom to get rid of the inexplicable heat emanating off of his muscles. "I-", Yuji cleared his throat, as if to chase away any last remnants of how heavy and hot his insides felt from showing, "- yea, sorry, I was just- would you like to catch an ice cream later?" he blurted out; It had been weeks- 27 days precisely (of course he was counting!) since they'd last went out together. Just the two of them. Between the growingly demanding training schedule and countless missions Gojo was bent on sending them on, it was getting harder to catch each other selfishly lately. It bugged both of them more than they would've liked to admit. The only difference was that Yuji would actually come up, heed to the temptation and ask him out already, while Megumi would bait him walking around half naked like that. Megumi shrugged, "Yea I'd like that," he was really hoping he was doing his best to smother the excitement in his voice, but boy did Yuji know any better. So he nodded finally, cutting his brooding little black cat some slack, "Okay, cool, so um, see you in a while? When you're-" another cough "-decent," God why was it so hot in this room? With their date outing settled, Yuji turned to leave. Maybe it was all the sleepless nights catching up to him, or maybe seeing Megumi's towel hanging that low had short-circuited the nerves of his brain, but Yuji could've sworn he saw Megumi don one of his hoodies, out of the corner of his eye; one which had disappeared out of the blue after a mission, one which he'd been searching for incessantly. And there the stupid butterflies went, making a fuss in his tummy.

ever since megumi caught yuji sneaking off to the terraces at night to actually relax without feeling the responsibility of the world drooping his sanity, he makes it a point to accompany him

they don't do much, never talk even, just sit against the rooftop, with yuji's head on megumi's shoulder, megumi's fingers intertwined with yuji's on his thigh and their gaze fixed upon the same stars

ever since the encounter with sukuna, megumi has to have his head on yuji's chest so he can actually sleep, listening to yuji's rythmic heartbeat is what keeps his going

the first time megumi ever called yuji by his first name, was when he moaned it against his mouth after their first kiss

yuji fell in love with him all over again after that instance and now he gets pissy everytime megumi calls him itadori when they're in public

megumi would let yuji style his hair (only on sundays, and yk this is big coming from someone as reserved as him)

yuji would casually throw around sexual jokes when with megumi, unaware of the effect it has on him

yuji secretly (oh who am i kidding, megumi obviously knew ab it; with the way my man's got his eyes on him 24 7, i wouldn't be surprised), mixed their colognes once because he liked the idea of it

their first kiss was actually initiated by a frustrated megumi in an attempt to shut up a stupidly beautiful an annoying yuji

yuji may or may not have had an existential crisis over his crush making the first move

nobara is the first person they come out to

yuji's love language is quality time while megumi's is acts of service both inside and outside the bedroom

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Okayyyy you guys, I'm so sorry for posting this so late. Truth be told, it's been sitting in my drafts for weeks, I was too caught up with my exams so I was giving it a rest. But a girl can only take her mind off of two silly little gays for so long! So here it is. I'm ngl, but the way writing about anything jjk related in general, especially anything stsg or itfs centered, never fails to boost my energy levels up is crazy. I love love love them w all my heart, and I try to express it in my hcs. I know they may not be exactly canon-compliant, but they're what side of my brain that's a sucker for happy endings seeks refuge in. So yea, I try.

PS The yuji-asking-megumi-out tidbit was supposed to be only like a few lines, idk how I ended up writing all that-

Alsooo I've been wanting to write an itfs fic for awhile; not that I have a solid plot at ready or anything, it's just an urge I have (and I know that's not how writing works lol) so maybe, just mayyyybe, ima try to work on it in my vacation? (which starts from tm btw). Cause if I actually do plan on going ahead w it, it'd be my first ever fic, and tbh it seems just as scary as it seems exciting. Either way, if you managed to read this far, I'm grateful that you did!<3

Long live itafushi!!!🎀

#i will cry actually #for the 15 ppl who voted for this post haha #this is for you cuties<3 #they're my babies #itafushi #itfs #yuji itadori #megumi fushiguro #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

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misc-obeyme · 9 months

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for the 1k event, nsfw #6 with Levi? 🧡

Hi, Steph!!

Okayyyy I love Levi lol. Did I put a prompt about jealousy on the list on purpose? No, I never do that kind of thing! I definitely haven't been known to do it before! (I have done it before and I will do it again lol.)

Anyway, I hope this turned out okay, I had fun writing it!

Thank you for participating!

1,000 Followers Event!

GN!MC x Leviathan with prompt "Were you jealous?"

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: jealousy (of course), oral (male receiving), tailfucking (reader receiving), I think that's it but please tell me if I should add something here

Most of the time, Leviathan was the one that was getting jealous, but every once in a while the tables would turn on you.

You had gone to his room after class to find him sitting at his computer, attentively watching a demon gaming stream. You didn't think too much about this as it was a regular past time for him when he wasn't gaming himself.

Levi didn't look away as you came in, leaning against his computer chair to watch the screen with him for a moment.

You couldn't help but notice the demon who was streaming was a popular succubus that was considered throughout RAD to be the most beautiful gamer demon. A lot of people watched her streams and it was something people talked about a lot.

This might not have been a big deal considering how Levi always watched popular streamers, but there was something about this particular streamer that caused your chest to tighten.

This demon attended school with you and while Levi often didn't go to school at all, when he was there, you had noticed the way the succubus came onto him. You suspected it had to do with the fact that he was one of the Seven Lords of the Underworld and likely she was hoping for some extra clout for her channel. You didn't like it and every time you saw her, you couldn't help but glare her down.

So now, to see Levi actually spending his time watching her, you felt that slight smolder of anger bubbling under your surface.

You huffed. "Don't you have anything better to do than watch this loser stream?"

Levi blinked and looked up at you, the surprise evident on his face. "You think she's a loser?" he asked. He gestured back at the screen. "She has millions of viewers!"

You rolled your eyes. "I'm not impressed."

"Wow, MC," he said. "What would a streamer have to do to impress you, then? LMAO!"

You shrugged and walked back toward his door. "Well, if you're busy watching her, then I guess I'll go find something else to do."

Levi immediately stood up from his desk. "W-wait, MC! Don't leave! You came to game with me, right?"

You paused at the door and looked back at him. "I mean, I did, but if you're busy…"

"I'm not busy!" Levi declared, shutting off his computer and then waving at the blank screen. "See?"

You turned back around. "Well… okay."

Levi scrambled over to you, but then he paused, looking into your eyes. "Hang on," he said. "Were you jealous?"

You frowned, looking away as you felt the heat climbing up your cheeks. "No."

Levi shook his head. "You were!"

"No, I wasn't!" you insisted, folding your arms.

Levi didn't seem to know what to do at this point. He hovered around you uncertainly, like he wanted to reassure you, but wasn't sure how. "Y-you don't need to get jealous over a gross otaku like me," he finally said.

You were already irritated by the whole situation, but hearing him say something degrading about himself pushed you over the edge. You looked at him furiously, which clearly made him nervous. Then you grabbed his face in your hands and kissed him.

Levi's arms whirled a bit cartoonishly in his surprise as you practically knocked him off balance. But after a moment, he melted against you. As your kiss became a little more heated, nipping at his lower lip, stepping in so your body was flush against his, he couldn't stop himself from putting his arms around you and opening his mouth for you.

You broke off for a moment to look into his eyes and say, "Okay. I was jealous. And yeah, I was jealous over you. So what? That succubus just isn't worth your time."

Levi seemed dumbfounded by this, but you felt the way his erection stirred against your thigh. He was so turned on by the fact that you were acting jealous, that you were saying these things to him, he couldn't even hope to hide it.

You reached down and stroked him through his pants, making him moan and whimper. He was blushing profusely now, embarrassed at the way he was reacting to your jealousy. He covered his face with an arm and you let him, sinking to your knees and pulling on the waistband of his pants.

It wasn't long before you had his cock in your mouth, causing his whimpers to increase significantly. You swirled your tongue around his tip, looking up to see him still covering his face as he put his other hand into your hair.

When you could taste the salt of precum, you stopped. The whine that came out of Levi almost made you laugh. Instead you stood up and kissed him again.

Levi was desperate now, his neediness evident in the way he grabbed you. His hands were all over you, tugging on your clothes.

You continued to kiss him, your own hands back on his cheeks. His erection was straining between you and he whined into your lips. You knew he had really lost control when you felt his tail wrap around your leg.

You felt the tip of his tail snake into your pants, creeping ever closer to the heat between your own legs. Your arousal was evident, too, and you gasped as his tail found its way inside you.

Your gasp broke off the kiss. You looked at Levi, his eyes shut tight, his face completely red, his hands on your hips, and his cock erect and leaking. He was biting his lip now, as if trying to prevent himself from making noise.

But it was like his tail had a mind of its own as it suddenly began to pump in and out of you. You moaned at the feeling, grabbing onto Levi's shoulders to steady yourself as your knees went weak.

"Ah, Levi," you gasped out, leaning against him, letting him hold you up with his arms around your back.

Levi took several stumbling steps backwards, pulling you along with him. And then you found yourself on top of him in his tub, flush against him, his tail never stopping its ministrations.

Your legs were spread, falling naturally in that position as Levi's hands pushed down your pants, giving his tail more freedom to move. He kept his hands on your ass, pushing his face into your neck to cover his blush.

You moaned, your eyes fluttering shut as his tail increased its pace. The feeling of it was amazing, the scales creating a sensation unlike anything else you'd ever felt. It was pulling the pleasure through your body, spiking up into your gut with every thrust.

One of Levi's hands reached between your bodies to give attention to the throbbing area between your legs. You had to bite back a scream at the burst of sweetness that exploded into your body. You groaned against him, reaching your own hand down to stroke his cock.

Levi was whimpering your name continually, unable to be quiet as you pumped his cock with the same rhythm that his tail was thrusting into you. Your own cries increased in volume as you felt yourself reaching your climax, finally crying out Levi's name as you came hard.

Hearing you cry his name so sweetly was more than enough to bring Levi to his climax, too. He made incoherent sounds as white ropes of his cum shot out over his chest, staining the shirt he was wearing.

You sat up, legs tangled with his, pants half off, and looked down at the beautiful blush on his face, the look of utter bliss he gave you as he stared up at you.

Then you looked at the mess on his shirt and cringed. "Sorry about your shirt," you said, still breathing heavily.

Levi sat up just enough to pull the shirt off over his head, flinging it to the floor outside the tub. Then he pulled you down onto him so he could hold you, cuddling you close.

"You know you're the only one I care about, right, MC?" he said, face pressed against the top of your head.

You smiled, wrapping your own arms around him. "Yeah," you said. "I know."

You would end up spending the rest of the night in Levi's tub, happily sleeping in his arms, the gaming you had come to do with him completely forgotten. Neither of you ever spoke about the streaming succubus again, but you couldn't help noticing that you never saw Levi watching her streams anymore.

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exhaslo · 2 days

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Hey girl!!! I was wondering if you could write something about yandre!miguel x shy!reader to IFHY by Tyler The creator. If not that’s okayyyy

I had to google the song lyrics to know what it was about haha. Def different for sure...Personally, not my cup of tea, but I can try and make it work.

Also, my next story after Over-Time will be a Yandere!Miguel x Gamer!Reader! So I hope you enjoy that one when it comes out!!!

Warning: Language, thoughts of murder, possessiveness, stalking, thoughts of abuse, kidnapping

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I never would've thought that Feelings could get thrown in the air 'Cause I accidentally caught that I need some new boxing gloves, shit got hectic whenever I fought back For example, ten minutes can't go past without you brushing my thoughts That's fourteen forty a day so I'll say a hundred and forty four times I think about you or something like that Lost match, the fucking thought of you with somebody else I don't like that cellular convos getting left in the wrong 'Cause I get so fucking mad when you don't write back This isn't a song I just happen to rhyme when I get emo And find time to write facts (fuck) I love you

How could anyone ever thought about claiming you as their own? Especially since Miguel had decided to make you his. Not that he officially told anyone, but it should be common knowledge. Miguel spoke to you and that was enough.

He didn't want these feelings at first, because he knew what would happen. You plagued his mind constantly, unable to let him breathe for even a minute. It all started out simple enough, but then it kept getting worse as time went on.

Miguel loathed the thought of someone dating you.

For every second the two of you share a room and you don't look at him, oh it boiled Miguel. How dare you not give him the attention he deserves? How dare you not give your love to him as much as Miguel does for you.

Miguel knew everything about you. Every like and dislike. Miguel knew your pattern going home. He knew how you worked. Miguel followed your every movement.

Miguel did everything in his power to understand you. He would always be right behind you, no matter what.

Don't you realize how much Miguel loves you?

How much you are supposed to love him?

I fucking hate you But I love you I'm bad at keeping my emotions bubbled You're good at being perfect We're good at being troubled Yeah

Miguel had done so much for you. He had tried to hide these obsessive feelings, but how could he? You were beautiful. Miguel went out of his way to make sure you felt loved.

To make sure that you relied on him!

So why the fuck were you not giving him more attention?

Why the fuck were you just stuck at giving Miguel hugs and pats on the shoulder?

Miguel was starting to lose his temper. What did he have to do to get you to understand his feelings? To get you to understand your feelings for him?!

WHY WERE YOU DOING THIS TO HIM?!

Girl you fucking with my emotions The fuck is all this noise about? I even considered picking up smoking You turned to a bitch, who let the dogs out? But in my dog house My bitch is the raddest Crazy who makes me the happiest Can make me the saddest Look, Alice Let's get lost in your wonder-er-land, fuck an atlas You're perfectly perfect for me What the fuck is this, practice? Actually, if you even consider leaving I'll lose a couple screws in due time, I'll stop breathing And you'll see the meaning of stalking When I pop out the dark to find you And that new dude that you're seeing with an attitude Then proceed to fuck up your evening Make sure you never meet again like goddamn vegans 'Cause when I hear your name, I cannot stop cheesing I love you so much that my heart stops beating when you're leaving And I'm grieving and my heart starts bleeding Life without you has no goddamn meaning Sorry I'm passive aggressive for no goddamn reason It's that my mood change like these goddamn seasons I'll fall for you, but I love you

Miguel was furious. How dare you play with his feelings like this? How dare you agree to date anyone else while Miguel was right there for you?

Oh, how Miguel considered following you home.

Oh, how Miguel considered killing that scum of a boyfriend you had.

You were just confused. You just needed to practice with someone, right? You just wanted to be perfect and ready for when you finally confess your feelings to Miguel.

RIGHT?!

Miguel had to keep his cool. He knew that this was just a short-lived practice for you. He still had to be there for you. To show you your mistakes. After all, Miguel couldn't live without you. You belonged to him and you knew that.

You fucking knew that, so why the fuck were you playing this game?

I'm bad at keeping my emotions bubbled You're good at being perfect We're good at being troubled Yeah

The sky is falling, girl, let's try to catch it The sky is falling, girl, let's try to catch it The sky is falling, girl, let's try to catch it tonight The sky is falling, girl, let's try to catch it The sky is falling, girl, let's try to catch it The sky is falling, bitch, let's try to catch it tonight, come on

The smile Miguel hid as you cried onto his shoulder. Your practice boyfriend didn't understand you as well as Miguel did. He kept hurting you like this. Making you feel like you've done something wrong.

Which you did.

Miguel would just welcome you into his embrace. Comforting you as he thought of about killing that son of a bitch. You were made for Miguel. You were his.

So, Miguel was going to give you a chance to redeem yourself.

This was your last chance.

Come on baby Even though I hate you I still love you I love you And Salem I know I'm passive aggressive (I'm sorry, fuck) (Come here) I like when we hold hands (You're the best around) See I get jealous (fuck) And if I see that nigga (if I see him) I just might kill him (look) (Look, I wanna strangle you, till you stop breathing) Love, love, love (Spend the rest of my life, looking for air) (So you can breathe, or we can die together, you and me) (Fuck, look) I'm in love (love) I'm in love (love)

You were so beautiful. Miguel could never hate you.

But he did.

But he loved you.

You were still with that practice boyfriend, holding his hand as he joined for a work dinner party. Miguel just smiled as he burned holes in that fucking asshole's head.

How dare he claim you.

Unable to withstand this pain, Miguel pulled you to the side. He needed to hear your voice alone. He needed you to want his attention. Miguel just needed you to admit your feelings for him.

As the two of you talked in the balcony, Miguel withheld his breathe as you reached for his hand.

The smile you gave him was unlike any other.

Miguel tuned out your words as he watched your lips move. The temptation to take you away and make you his. How sweet Miguel would treat you.

"Miguel, I'm sorry...but we should see each other less."

And then you had to fuck it up.

You blew your last chance.

I fucking hate you But I love you I'm bad at keeping my emotions bubbled You're good at being perfect We're good at being troubled Yeah

Yo, so why is Samuel such a fucking dick? He isn't such a badass actually He's only here because he ran away Because some shit happened back, home he's actually a dweeb Yo, what happened?

Washing blood off was no easy task. Hiding the body was much easier.

If only you had admitted your feelings.

If only you weren't being difficult.

Making his way to the basement, Miguel hummed lowly as he faced you. The light was dimmed, but Miguel could see you clear as day. You had a new look in your eyes.

Fear.

Miguel just smiled as he approached you, watching you flinch as he went to hold you. This was your lesson. This was your punishment. You should have listened to Miguel.

Now, you were Miguel's little prisoner. His darling girlfriend. You were never going to go against Miguel's wishes ever again.

"I love you so much, (Y/N)." Miguel chuckled as he kissed your head.

His hand stroked your cheek, waiting for your response.

"I-I....I love you too."

There is was.

Why did it take so long for you to admit that?

But it didn't matter anymore. You were now where you belonged.

With Miguel.

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Hope you enjoyed, def different than what I usually write.

Hope I did a decent job with the song tho!!!

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wavypotatochips · 1 year

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Hey I love your imagines sm and I was wondering could you do a jealous mbappe x reader so like kylian brings the reader (his girlfriend) to go meet the psg team and neymar is flirting with her and kylian gets really mad? Thank you

𝙎𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 | 𝙆𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙈𝙗𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader

Word Count : 2k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: NOT YOU MAKING ME WRITE ABOUT MY POOKIE BEING THE BAD GUY OF THE STORY <//3 haha jkjk ( NeyNey is my babygorl tho) Im glad you like my imagines, thank you so much for the compliment !!! And as always, thank you so much for requesting & I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

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You've been dating Kylian for a few months now, and you couldn't be happier. Spending time with him always brings you joy, and he never fails to be sweet and attentive to your needs. Tonight, you have a special event planned - you're going to meet the PSG team for the first time, and understandably, you're feeling a little nervous. It's important to you to make a good impression on Kylian's friends, who are like a second family to him.

The event is a party hosted by one of his teammates, and you've dressed to impress. You're wearing a black two-piece set, which fits you perfectly and accentuates your curves in all the right places. Your black crop top showcases your breasts, while your 90s low-rise Ruched Flare Legging Pants flatter your figure and allow your belly piercing to peek through. To complete the look, you've chosen a pair of stylish wedge heels. You've let your hair fall naturally, and you've applied smokey eye makeup to match your outfit, now feeling way more confident and ready to make a great impression on Kylian's friends. As you approach the front door and put on your earrings, you call out to Kylian, "Babe, I'm ready!" When you arrive, you see that he's already waiting for you, with a wide smile on his face. "You look absolutely gorgeous, my love," he says, wrapping his arms around you and giving your butt a playful squeeze. He suggests that it might be okay to be a little late, with a wink and a hint of something more suggestive. You laugh and playfully slap his chest, "Kylian, no! Let's go!" He pouts, but eventually relents with a playful "Okayyyy." You smile and give him a kiss on the lips, to which he eagerly responds. He opens the door for you, and the two of you step out together.

As you mingle at the party, you find yourself having a surprisingly good time. You've met and chatted with most of Kylian's teammates, except for Neymar Jr. Although you're familiar with him from the headlines, you haven't had a chance to formally introduce yourself yet. Besides that, you've clicked instantly with a few of the other WAGS and have been dancing and enjoying the fantastic vibes all around. It's turning out to be a fantastic night. You are conversing with one of the WAGS and enjoying your drink when you feel a hand on your waist unexpectedly. When you look around, Kylian is standing behind you.

"Hey, babe," he says, leaning in to give you a kiss.

"Hey," you reply, smiling up at him.

As you turn back to your newly founded friend, you notice someone else looking at you. It's one of Kylian's teammates, Neymar, and he's giving you a flirty smile. You make an effort not to analyze his glance too much because you suspect he may be gazing somewhere else. You try to ignore him and focus on your conversation, but you can feel Neymar's eyes on you. Neymar did not see the kiss you and Kylian shared, so in his eyes you are a free woman. You glance over at Kylian, who is now standing beside you, and you can see that he's noticed Neymar's attention.

"Hey, Neymar," Kylian says, his voice cold. "What's up?"

"Nothing, man," Neymar replies, still grinning at you. "Just admiring this gorgeous lady here," he winks at you, “What's your name?”

Kylian's grip on your waist tightens, and you can feel his body tensing up. "She's not just any girl, Neymar," he says, his tone low and menacing. "Ela é minha namorada. Então observe-se (She's my girlfriend. So watch yourself)."

Neymar raises his hands in surrender. "Hey, man, I didn't know.. just relax."

Kylian glares at him for a few more seconds before finally letting go of your waist. You can feel his anger radiating off of him, and you're not sure how to calm him down.

"Let's go outside for a bit," he says, taking your hand and leading you towards the door.

Once you're outside, Kylian turns to you, his expression softening a bit. "I'm sorry about that, babe," he says, his voice apologetic. "I shouldn't have gotten so angry."

"It's okay," you reply, trying to reassure him. "I know you just care about me."

"I do," he says, pulling you into a hug. "I just don't like other guys looking at you like that. You're mine, and I want everyone to know it." Kylian regards you as his first love, despite the fact that he has had a few women prior to you. He loves you more than words can express, which explains why he occasionally exhibits some possessive behavior.

You smile up at him, feeling a warm feeling spread through your chest. You know that Kylian can be a bit possessive, but you also know that he cares about you deeply.

As the night goes on, you and Kylian continue to have a good time, dancing and laughing with your friends. But every now and then, you catch him glancing over at Neymar, his jaw clenched tight.

Eventually, Kylian excuses himself to go to the bathroom, and you're left standing by the bar with some of the other WAGS. You are admiring the bar and remarking on how nice it is to have a home bar. That's when Neymar comes over to you.

"Hey, sorry about before," he says, his tone contrite. "I didn't mean to upset Kylian like that."

"It's fine," you reply, trying to be polite. "He just gets a bit jealous sometimes," you let out a small laugh.

Neymar nods. "Yeah, I can tell. But, you know, he doesn't own you or anything. You're free to do what you want."

You frown at him, feeling a bit uncomfortable. "I know that," you say

Neymar leans in a bit closer to you, and you can smell the alcohol on his breath. "I'm just saying," he says, his voice low and suggestive. "If you ever want to have some fun on the side, I'm here for you."

You take a step back, feeling a surge of anger and disgust. "Excuse me?" you say, your voice sharp.

"I mean it," Neymar says, his grin widening. "I can show you a good time. Better than Kylian ever could."

You feel your face flush with anger, and you're about to say something when you hear a voice behind you.

"Get your hands off of her," Kylian growls.

You turn to see Kylian standing there, his fists clenched at his sides. His eyes are dark with anger, and you can see the muscles in his jaw working.

Neymar backs away from you, holding up his hands in surrender. "Hey, man, I was just joking around."

Kylian takes a step forward, bringing his face just inches away from Neymar's. "Do you think it's funny to hit on my girlfriend?" he says in a low, dangerous voice. Neymar responds defiantly, "Oh yeah? And what if I do? Que porra você vai fazer sobre isso? (The fuck are you gonna do about it?)" You feel a wave of fear and tension wash over you, knowing that things could turn ugly fast - and to make matters worse, they're teammates. Both of them have been drinking, which has only heightened their anger levels, but you're hoping that things won't escalate any further.

Quickly, you nudge some of the other WAGS for help, and they promptly move to help you push in between the boys. Both Kylian and Neymar back away from each other without trying to push any of you aside, which is a relief. As Kylian steps back, his hands still clenched into fists, he calls out, "Apenas dê o fora daqui (Just get the fuck out of here)," his voice cold and unforgiving. The loud music drowns out anything Neymar might have been saying as he walks away, and you hope that he didn't hear what Kylian said or else he might have come back looking for a fight. Nevertheless, you're relieved that the situation has been diffused without any physical altercations.

"Are you okay?" Kylian says, turning to you and taking your hand.

You nod, feeling a bit shaken. "Yeah," you say, your voice a bit unsteady. "Thanks for coming to my rescue." In theory, he did save you when Neymar started to bother you, so you're not sure whether to lecture him or not. You simply decide that thanking him is best.

Kylian pulls you into a hug, holding you tightly against his chest. "I'll always protect you," he says, his voice low and reassuring. "No matter what."

You feel a wave of gratitude and love for Kylian, knowing that he truly cares about you. But at the same time, you can't help but wonder if his possessiveness feels a bit suffocating. When you are around, you don't want others to be on edge.

As the night wears on, Kylian stays close to you, his eyes constantly scanning the room. You try to let loose and have fun with the other WAGS, but it's difficult to fully enjoy yourself knowing that Kylian needs constant reassurance. You can't help but feel like you're missing out on the fun as you focus on keeping Kylian calm and avoiding any further conflicts.

Finally, as the party begins to wind down, Kylian pulls you aside.

"I'm sorry about earlier," he says, his voice soft. "I know I can get a bit jealous sometimes."

"It's okay" you say, giving him a small smile. "I appreciate that you care about me, but I don't think threatening people is the best way to handle situations like that. While I'm grateful you came to my aid, it's important to remember that you're a public figure and your actions have consequences. I don't want to see you get into trouble because of me."

Kylian sighs, nodding in agreement. "You're right. Sometimes I forget that my actions have a bigger impact than just the immediate moment. I'm sorry for putting you in a difficult position, my love." He sounds regretful because he knew that before the mayhem erupted, you were having fun.

You reach out and gently caress his cheek to reassure him, "Thanks for understanding where I'm coming from….But of course, thank you for sticking up for me… and I still did have a lot of fun tonight."

Kylian grins, "Of course, anything for you. And just so you know, I'll always stand up for you. You're not just some girl to me, you're my girlfriend and I want to protect you."

You chuckle, "I know that. And I appreciate it. But let's try to avoid unnecessary confrontations in the future, okay?"

"Okay," Kylian agrees. "I promise to be more mindful of my actions if people try to talk to my soon-to-be-wife.”

You roll your eyes but can't help but smile at his infectious enthusiasm, “What am I going to do with you Kylian?”

“I don't know, maybe kiss me?,” he says in a playful tone causing you to let out a small laugh.

You lean in to give him a quick kiss. "I love you, Kylian."

"I love you more," he replies, gazing at you with adoration. "And I'll always strive to be the best partner I can be."

You could see Kylian's mood lighten up as he realized that everything was going to be okay.

You two walked back into the party and only stayed for an extra hour-or so before leaving. As you two are walking up to your house, Kylian leans in, his lips brushing against your ear, "Thank you for being patient with me. I promise I'll make it up to you."

You smile, feeling grateful for the amazing man by your side. "You don't have to make it up to me, Ky. I just want you to be happy."

He squeezes your hand, his eyes shining with affection. "I am happy, because I have you."

Kylian stops and faces you as you both approach the front entrance of the house.

He leans in and kisses you, his lips warm and tender against yours. "You are my world, Y/N I love you so so much,” he murmurs before sighing, “What am I going to do with you?"

You smile cheekily, “ I don't know, maybe kiss me?,” you say, mimicking him from earlier.

He smiles, nods, "Glady," and presses his lips once more against yours.

Love and affection filled the air as you both kissed each other, and you both realized that no matter what the future contained, the only thing that mattered was that you had each other.

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abeautylives · 1 year

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Until This is Over

a/n: It’s cocky Jake. Of course it is.

word count: 10k+ I do not know when to shut up.

pairing: Jake x female!reader

summary: He’s used to getting what he wants, you couldn’t be less interested. A potential one night stand turns into... something else?

warnings: 18+ minors stay far away, language, drinking, graphic sexual content, oral (f. receiving), fingering, protected penetrative sex (they’re responsible!), very light katoptronophilia (mirror kink), no other specific kinks I can think of but for sure a struggle for dominance, sorry if I missed anything!

update: read part 2 here

Jesus it’s hot in here.

Wait.

This is… not my room. Hmm, not my sheets, definitely not my pillow. This pillow is terrible. And who the fuck is… he?

Eyes barely cracked open, lids contending with the sunlight streaming in through an offensively large window, you turn your head slowly towards the sleeping figure beside you.

Well, he’s good-looking at least. Pretty, even. You continue to examine his resting features as you try to recall his name.

Jason? Jack. No… Jake? Jake! That’s right, he’d introduced himself as Jacob but said I could call him Jake, or “Sir”. Cocky shit.

Other memories return as you let your gaze wander over his naked? Yep, definitely naked, body. The sheets are pushed low across his hips as he slumbers on, laid flat on his back with a hand resting on his chest and the other raised up and nestled under his head. His dark hair is long and splayed out across his pillow.

Not my type at all.

You do remember meeting him last night. A local sort of up-and-coming bluesy band had been playing at your regular hangout. You hadn’t shown up for live music but found yourself watching, enjoying and swaying along with it as you sipped the remnants of your drink. A little zoned out in your own world, he’d interrupted an otherwise pleasant moment by leaning in close and speaking over the music.

“These guys are fantastic, don’t you think?”

Ugh. Not even a “hi, sorry to bother you”. You’d offered up only a tight-lipped smile and a nod of your head that you’d hoped expressed “please leave me alone.”

As you allow yourself to continue analyzing the man whose bed you’re currently occupying, you realize he’s the source of the unbearable heat that woke you. He clearly runs warm and you wonder how he can stand it. You want to throw the blanket off of your body but you've also realized that you too are completely nude. Ahh shit, how do I get out of here?

Shifting slowly, hoping he won’t even wake up, you sit up and grip the sheets to your chest as you scan the room for any sign of your clothes. You’re taking in a visual inventory of your jeans balled up on the floor next to the bed, your shirt flung across the top of the dresser, and your bra hanging around the neck of an acoustic guitar sitting in a stand in the corner. Great, he’s a musician… Where are my fucking underwear? You’re considering abandoning them, scooping up the rest of your items and bolting out of the bedroom door to the nearest room without him in it, when he stirs. You’re holding your breath as he starts to speak.

“Mm morning beautiful,” he almost croaks out, his voice heavy with sleep. “You running out on me already? What if I was a world-class chef and you missed out on the best breakfast of your life?”

Still a cocky shit. His morning voice is deep and unfortunately for you, kind of sexy.

“I have shit to do today, and I’m not convinced that I meant for this little sleepover to happen in the first place,” you lie, but he doesn’t need to know that. You’re free as a bird today, and you wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t wanted to be, but you’re sure you’ve gotten whatever you felt you needed from him and it’s time to go. “Can you just like, roll over or something so I can grab all my shit? Where’s your bathroom?”

“Babe, I saw it all last night, what’s the prob-“

“Don’t call me ‘babe’.”

“Okayyyy, sorry Y/N,” he emphasizes your first name, because he apparently lives to annoy you. “You know, you didn’t mind it last night. You loved it, in fact. Practically melted into a puddle and did anything I asked when I called you-“

“Bullshit. I may have been a little drunk but I remember it just fine. What I’m not sure of is why I decided to fuck you.”

Last Night

“These guys are fantastic, don’t you think?”

Your non-verbal response did nothing to deter him.

“I heard they were playing here tonight and changed my plans, this isn’t one of my usual spots. My name’s Jacob, you can call me Jake. Or ‘Sir’…” he loudly rambled out an explanation and introduction you hadn’t asked for. The smug look on his face screams “the ladies love me, this shit works every time.” You hate it.

“Well Jake, this has been thoroughly riveting but I need another drink and at least twenty feet of space from you. Have a good one.” You catch the completely gobsmacked look on his face just before you turn away from him and saunter your way through the decent crowd of people and toward the bar. His eyes are still on you, you can feel them, so you add a sway to your hips as you walk.

To his credit, he does remain where you left him and watches you leave. For about six seconds.

Jake Kiszka is not one to pursue the affections of a beautiful woman. He doesn’t have to. They’re drawn to him like a lighthouse, a beacon calling weary sailors to shore. They need him, he is the destination. Tonight though, you had called to him like a siren. Standing alone, feeling the music, he’d felt an unexplainable urge to know you. He’s pissed that you turned his conversation down so easily. And so, he follows.

You could positively scream when he appears once again at your side. On a heavy sigh paired with a dramatic roll of your eyes, you spit out, “Can I help you?”

“Let me buy you a drink. What are you having?”

He’s serious. Turning your body to face him for the first time, you actually take in his appearance. He’s kind of short, definitely a tiny bit shorter than you in the chunky boots you’re wearing, his hair is long and rests over his shoulders that are covered by a black linen shirt being held closed by only two buttons fastened at his waist. A single silver pendant hangs on a necklace and rests on his bare chest. No, there’s no way he’s serious.

After scrutinizing his outfit choice you bring your eyes back up to his face. He is attractive, in almost a feminine way if not for the hair gracing his top lip. Oh his lips. They’re currently pursed at you in slight irritation, but the shape of them is intriguing. His cupid’s bow is defined, his mouth almost curls up at the corners. His bottom lip is full… it’s a nice mouth. The smirk that’s forming on it snaps you out of your reverie. How is he so full of himself?

“Are you going to leave me in peace if I accept a free drink?”

He has the audacity to chuckle, a raspy and pleasant sound that grates on your nerves anyway. “If you drink it with me, I’ll consider it. If that’s what you want.” He finds that he’s actually enjoying your resistance, it’s like a game that he’s never played but he’s interested in winning. Competitive and determined by nature, and fascinated with you by chance, he wants to see this through until the end.

This Morning

“What I’m not sure of is why I decided to fuck you.”

Jake laughs at you, a sort of deep rumbling sound still thick from sleep. “It took some convincing on my part, I don’t typically have to work so hard to get laid.” His eyelids are heavy as he looks up at you from his still reclined position against the pillows. “You’re kind of a hardass. Worth it though,” he’s wearing that smirk again. His confidence doesn’t waver under your glare and the smirk turns into a full fledged smile that almost takes your breath away. His teeth are straight and blindingly white, a little too close to perfect, and the way his lips curl up deeply is almost endearing.

He really is pretty.

“Hmm I’m so glad you had fun, cowboy. Can you close your eyes or something so I can get dressed? I’m two seconds away from pulling the sheets off of you for myself.”

“Go ahead, got nothing to hide. M’sure you wanna see me naked one last time before your Uber ride of shame.”

The back and forth is driving you crazy and not in a good way. Well, maybe a little bit good. You remember challenging him as much as you could the night before, and the way he let each jab roll off of him easily. He actually seemed to like it, taking your opposition to him in stride and pushing back a little harder each time you tried to shut him down.

Last Night

“So… what are we drinking?” He’s won this battle, or so he thinks. It seems like a free drink is a win for you, and the sooner you can suck it down the sooner he will leave your orbit.

“Vodka soda. With lime. Sir.” If you must be subjected to this moment with him, you may as well fuck with him. The nickname slides through your teeth with a thickly sarcastic emphasis. You’re making fun of him and his earlier attempt to grab your attention, which he picks up on but remains unaffected in the way you’d hoped. He likes it. A lot.

He moves to sit on the stool next to him, eyes motioning for you to do the same. Unbeknownst to you, he needs to sit to hide the evidence of the way you had affected him with your teasing. Your attitude is kind of turning him on, and the chase is giving him a rush. He’s having fun with it.

“A gorgeous woman with taste. Interesting.” He signals the bartender with his hand and orders two of the same. As your drinks are made, he looks a little too deeply into your eyes, making you shift in your seat in slight discomfort. Why is he so intense? “Are you going to tell me your name or do I have to force that out of you too?”

A laugh bubbles out of you as you realize how little you’ve really given him. He savors the sound of it, though it’s at his expense. “It’s Y/N, and you can call me Y/N and only Y/N until… whatever this is, is over.”

As far as he’s concerned, this is far from over and he’s sure he’ll be calling you any number of names before the night ends. Your drinks are placed in front of you and Jake nods his thanks to the bartender with a bright smile. You watch as her cheeks turn pink and she smiles back, flustered as she moves to the other end of the bar. It hits you, the realization that that is the reaction that he’s accustomed to. You’re suddenly sure that he’s used to getting what he wants, when he wants it. You’re not sure that you understand the appeal.

He notices how your eyes narrowed in the bartender’s direction, relishing the fact that you seem to despise the way she’d welcomed his brief attention. Wanted it. “No need to be jealous, Y/N. I don’t want her.”

You feel yourself sneer at him. “Can we get this over with? I’m bored, and entirely too sober.”

That same smile breaks across his face, this time directed at you. Your eyes roll again as you lift your drink to your lips, but he reaches a hand out to stop your movements, his fingers wrapping loosely around your wrist before you can take a sip. Oh hell no. Slowly, with a little effort and a lot of self control, you lower the drink to the bar top before moving your eyes from the hand still on your wrist, up to his face. He’s looking at you like he knows you want to hit him, and he loves it.

“Jake. Take your hand off-“

“Cheers?” He asks jovially, as if you hadn’t spoken at all. He does remove his hand to pick up his own drink and tips it slightly in your direction.

“Sure, whatever, cheers,” you mutter, completely over this entire interaction.

“To you, Y/N,” he continues again as if you’re not actively trying to make him hate you. “To the night, to a chance meeting, to fate-“

“EW, no, no thank you. Shut up and drink, Jake.” You bring your glass up again and take a long draw from your straw. There’s laughter in his eyes as he mimics your actions and drinks deeply. Determined to reach your goal of dismissing him, you keep sucking your straw and swallowing mouthfuls of the alcohol until you hear the sweet slurping sound that indicates your glass is empty. The two of you have maintained eye contact as you finished your drink and his eyes go wide as his lips release his own straw and hang open. Finally, he’s speechless. You’re pleased with yourself and with his reaction, the alcohol making you feel warm. The way he’s staring at you makes you warmer. No no no, now is not the time. His attention is suddenly desirable, and you’re irritated by the shift in your body’s own reaction to it.

A little breathless and very turned on, he doesn’t break eye contact as he speaks. “Doll, you are… really something.” He sets his drink down, still half full.

Reality slaps you in the face. “Do not call me that. Seriously.” Your defenses are up again. Why did he have to go and say that, when you were just considering being nice to him? You’ve gotta get away from this guy. “Ya know what, I have to pee. It was so great meeting you and all. Thanks for the drink. Please don’t be here when I get back.” You don’t have to pee, you’re giving him a chance to walk away from you without you having to watch him do it. Turning and hopping down from your stool, you refuse to let him reply and you move quickly toward the back of the room. If you had chanced a glance back in his direction, you would have seen that fucking smirk.

This Morning

“M’sure you wanna see me naked one last time before your Uber ride of shame.”

“OKAY, we’re done here. Thank you for what, I’m sure, was a delightful evening.” Throwing your legs over the side, you stand from the bed and pull the bedding off with you. An iron grip keeps a sheet wrapped tightly around your body as you begin to collect your clothes, gathering your jeans up and stepping toward the dresser for your shirt. A large mirror adorns the top of the dresser and in its reflection you catch sight of Jake, now sitting up against the headboard, unashamed of his nakedness. You watch for just a moment as he rubs the sleep from his eyes, and you allow your gaze to trail down the length of his body. His skin is tanned and glowing in the sunlight. Annoying. Your eyes keep moving, down his chest and past his stomach, which is slightly soft. You remember biting into it last night before you- okay keep it moving Y/N. Before you pull your eyes away from his reflection, you let them land on his dick.

It’s hard. Not fully, you can tell, but it definitely is.

“Like what you see?”

Shit. Your eyes snap to his face and meet his in the mirror. He wags his eyebrows at you.

“Hey…” he says softly. “Look at me?” He moves the leg closest to you, bending it at the knee and planting his foot on the mattress, hiding his semi-hard erection from view. You turn your body to look at him directly. “Don’t leave yet. Please?”

Last Night

With a snap decision, in an unprecedented move, Jake stands from his seat and walks swiftly in the direction you had just gone. He finds you in a back hallway, waiting behind another girl for the restroom to free up, looking down at your phone. He stops to study and appreciate your profile for a second, before moving in directly to your side and pushing you ahead of him down the short hall toward an emergency exit, one hand firmly on your back and the other gripping your upper arm.

“Jake what the fuck?!”

He doesn’t stop moving, reaching out to push the panic bar on the door and shoving you through it. Suddenly you’re both outside, the door slamming loudly behind him. You spin to face him and he plucks your phone from your hand and shoves it into his back pocket. He looks just as blindsided as you feel by the last thirty seconds.

“What. The actual. Fuck. Do you think you’re doing?” Your voice is dangerously low, you’re almost vibrating with rage. Dimly lit by a light perched high on the building above you, Jake can read it all over your face. He runs a hand over his before looking up and down the alley he’s maneuvered you both into.

“Look, Y/N I’m sorry about that. I really don’t know what I was thinking. I just… need to talk to you.”

“Are you gonna fucking murder me? What is this?” You can hear your volume rising, the look in his eyes is desperate and you don’t know him from Adam, don’t trust him for shit.

“God, no. No, I swear. Fuck.” He’s flustered now, thoughts jumbled, confidence lost. His next words are bouncing around his brain and he needs them to come out the way he wants. “Why don’t you want me?” God damnit. Smooth, idiot.

“You’re serious right now? You just manhandled me and pushed me into a bar alley because I DON’T WANT YOU? You’re ridiculous, I knew you were ridiculous from the moment you opened your arrogant mouth. And on top of that, you’re stupid! It almost worked, this little game you’ve been playing. I was this close to falling for it. The look on your pretty face when I finished my drink almost did it. Because you’d finally SHUT. UP.”

You’re out of breath when you finish, but anger has settled deep in your belly and it threatens to spark into a flame when his expression changes. It flips from distraught to sickeningly gratified right before your eyes.

“You think I have a pretty face.” It’s not a question. He heard what you said and he’s clinging to the words like a lifeline.

“You’re insufferable.”

Before you can process what’s happening, he’s manhandling you again. In an instant, his hands are balled into fists full of your t-shirt and you’re spun around. The cool bricks of the building are pressed into your back, and his entire body is pressed into your front. In the flurry of movement, you’ve brought your hands up to his chest. Nose to nose, he opens his mouth to speak again.

So quietly, you’re unsure if you even say it out loud, you cut him off. “No, shut up. Just do it.”

His lips are on yours immediately, so you know you must have spoken the words. They’re soft, as soft as they had looked under the bar lights, but they’re pressed so firmly to yours it almost hurts. You move your mouth against his to get him to ease up, and when he does kiss you properly you let out the tiniest hum of pleasure. When it hits his ears, he breaks away but stays close.

“Come back inside with me. Let me buy you another drink. Please,” he breathes out against your lips that are still tingling from his kiss.

“Fine.”

This Morning

“Don’t leave yet. Please?”

“Why?” You can’t help yourself. You’ve resisted him from the moment you met. With a sigh, you correct yourself. “Sorry, I just mean… what for? You wanna make me breakfast and play house? For what, Jake?”

“Jesus Y/N, give it a rest would you? Why don’t you get back in bed and let me fix your attitude.”

“Ah yes, I forgot how charming you are.”

“It worked last night,” he laughs when you scoff at him. “C’mon, I just want to get to know you better.”

“You don’t know me at all, pretty boy.”

“Not yet, doll. I’m trying though.”

Last Night

You allowed him to lead you back into the bar, though you did have to make your way around to the front and re-enter since the emergency exit door was locked from the outside. You also had to insist that he give your phone back, which he did but not before flashing it in front of your face to unlock it and rapidly entering his name and number into your contacts. Presumptuous of him. Once inside, you found your previous seats still empty and settled into them to order another round. “I need to catch up, never got to finish my last drink,” he looks at you pointedly, as if that was your fault.

Trying your hardest not to be combative, you simply smile at him innocently and keep your mouth shut.

One more drink turned to two, then into several. You found that he was a good conversationalist and didn’t talk endlessly about himself. He wanted to know about you, but you did learn a few things about him. He’s got two brothers and a sister, the former of which were actually seated in a booth on the other side of the bar. They’d all come to see the band you’d been enjoying earlier, though the set had long since been wrapped up. He’d sort of forgotten about the guys in his pursuit of you. Flattering, kind of. He pointed them out to you and your eyes found two men who both looked like him, in different ways. You briefly wonder if they’re also obnoxious egomaniacs. He mentions playing music but doesn’t go into detail, choosing instead to ask about your music tastes and paying close attention to your responses. You mention a band that he apparently is fond of, and he excitedly pulls out his phone to play one of their songs on the bar jukebox.

“Oh shit, I love this song Jake!” You’re feeling much more amiable after the drinks you’ve shared, and the sentence leaves your lips animatedly. He was enjoying your standoffish demeanor earlier, but he’s downright smitten with this version of you that he’s coaxed out.

“Dance with me!” You’re already off the stool and holding your hand out to him. Usually he’s not a dancer, but the alcohol and the subconscious pull to be near you have him grasping that hand and following you to the small dance floor without question. Upon hitting the floor though, he makes no move to dance, instead watching you happily bounce around. This is what drew him to you in the first place, the way you had been moving your body to the music earlier in the night, feeling it without a care for anyone or anything else in the room. He feels that draw now, and can’t resist pulling your body to his. You’re nose to nose again, his arms wrapped around you loosely, and you lift yours to wrap around the back of his neck. Swaying together, not dancing but barely shifting from side to side, you make the second move of the evening.

You place your lips gently against his at first, until you feel him tighten his hold on you. That’s all you need to encourage you to slip your tongue out and over his bottom lip, asking for more. He grants your wish and kisses you back with nearly unbridled enthusiasm for a lingering moment, until he hears whoops and whistles coming from the direction of the booth that contains his brothers.

Breaking apart with a shared laugh, you maintain your hold around his neck and keep him close. “Hey Jake…?”

“Yeah doll?” He lets the pet name slip and barely holds back a wince, thinking immediately that he’d fucked this up again.

The smile remains on your face however, and you bring yourself closer to him, to speak directly into his ear. “Do you wanna take me home?”

Um, fuck yes I do. “You wanna go home? I can call up a ride for you,” he starts, hoping he hasn’t misunderstood but giving you an out, if you want to take it.

“Noooo Jake, take me home.”

“Oh absolutely. Let me tell the guys real quick and settle up, we’ll be out of here in no time.” He steps away from you with a quick kiss to your forehead. That’s… sweet.

You stop by the restroom while he wraps things up with his brothers and the tab, and take a hard look at your face in the dingy mirror while you wash your hands. Your cheeks are a little flushed but the color looks good. You look happy. Do I like this guy? Maybe, I dunno. We’ll see. You dry your hands and decide you can at least let him show you a good time tonight, you’ll assess the rest in the morning.

“Ready to go Y/N? The car should be here in a minute,” Jake murmurs into your hair. You had returned to find him back at the bar, signing his receipt. He’d paid for all of your drinks, including the one you’d had before you met him. And the shot. And the chicken fingers. Okay, charmer. As soon as you’d sidled up next to him he’d wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close.

“Ready, sir.”

God I can’t wait to tear into her. “Very funny, babe.” He also exaggerates the pet name, hoping to bring back a little of the feisty attitude you’d had at the commencement of the night.

“Ew, don’t call me that,” you scold him, but you’re laughing. He likes this side of you. You’re still a hardass but he thinks you’re stunning when you’re laughing at him.

“Don’t dish it out if you can’t take it.”

The ride to his home is tense but fortunately brief. Your fingertips are itching to touch the bare skin of his chest as you let your eyes roam his features. You haven’t paid a bit of attention to your route, not your smartest decision, but you’re feeling needy and a little frantic by the time you reach your destination.

Upon entering Jake’s house, he kicks his shoes off so you do the same. Maybe he’s weird about that. He leads you through to the kitchen, flipping a light on here and there along the way. The house is spacious, the kitchen is huge. You wonder what he does for work, but figure that’s not really your business. Not yet. Maybe never. Once he’s near the fridge he turns and asks if you’d like water or anything else to drink.

“No, thank you though. Jake?”

He doesn’t respond with words, simply raises his eyebrows in question and smiles warmly.

“Are you gonna take me to bed or like, give me the grand tour or some shit?”

Chuckling lowly, he makes his way around the island to where you’re still standing at the entrance of the room. He reaches one hand out to your waist and the other up to cup your jaw, bringing your eyes to his and your body close. Your hips are touching each other’s.

“You wanna fuck me, doll?”

This is the first time he’s asked, the first time he’s said something even mildly crude to you. Heat rushes to your face and blood rushes elsewhere. This is good, he’s managed to turn you on, points for him.

Your eyes drop and zero in on his lips. You’ve only barely gotten to taste them and you’re hungry for more. “Ya know what, I think I do.”

“Thank God,” is the last thing you hear before his mouth is on yours in a frenzy. His hands both find their way to your face then back into your hair, pulling you as close to him as you can be, his lips and tongue moving against yours feverishly. You need to relieve that itch to feel his skin, so you bring your hands to his chest and flatten your palms there, fingers spread out underneath his shirt. It’s not enough, you want to see him too, so you move your hands up and outward to push the fabric off of his shoulders and down his arms.

Breaking the kiss, he pulls away from you and yanks his arms the rest of the way out of the sleeves and quickly unfastens the two buttons keeping the material on his body. The shirt falls to the tile and you take in his completely bare torso, aside from that silver pendant. He’s built a little sturdier than you would have assumed, overall he’s a slight guy, small. Not the type of man who would have ever caught your eye, but he’s wormed his way into your brain and right now he’s taken over all of your senses. You let yourself touch, dragging the tips of your fingers down the center of his chest until you skirt them over his stomach and feel it flex, letting them land at the waist of his well-worn jeans. You ease them under the material there and pull him forward to you again.

Tucking your face into his neck, you let yourself breathe in his scent. His skin is musky and masculine whereas his hair is almost… floral? Surprising. The combination is heady and intoxicating.

Turning your head down, you let your lips land on his skin for the first time, in the hollow where his neck meets his shoulder. The kisses you leave are wet and slightly open-mouthed and when you pull away you lick the taste of him from your lips. Enjoying the sort of salty flavor, you lean back in and let your tongue drag over the same spot.

Now you hear him, a small sound leaves his mouth, a needy whine. It rings in your ears and you feel it shoot straight to your core. Oh we both liked that. You lick the spot again then nip it with your teeth. This time the sound you hear is almost a growl, it rumbles through his chest and up his throat, and when it pushes past his lips you’re positive you’re about to spontaneously combust right here in his kitchen.

He pushes you away from him now, and you meet his eyes. They’re dark, his pupils wide and almost completely consuming the warm brown you’ve grown used to. He runs them across your face, taking in the pretty pink tint on your cheeks and the way your lips are parted to allow you to suck deep breaths into your lungs. He moves them down to your chest that’s heaving with those breaths, then lower, to your thighs that are pressed together.

“You want me bad, don’t you babe?”

Yes, idiot. “If you don’t take me somewhere and fuck me right now, I’m leaving.”

He knows you’re bluffing, but he worked hard to get you here. Harder than he’s ever had to before, shit he’s never had to work to get in a girl's pants in his life. But he doesn’t think he’s ever wanted someone as bad as he wants you wrapped around him, underneath him, moaning for him and screaming his name. Knowing, hoping and praying actually, that you’ll follow, he just nods his head and walks past you and out of the room.

Huffing in frustration, sexual and otherwise, you do as he’d hoped and turn to follow him down a short hall to a staircase that he’s already ascending. You continue to move in sync with him, a few steps behind, until you reach a landing where he flips a light on. You literally crash into him at the top of the stairs when he stops in his tracks.

“What the fu-“

Your words are stopped in their tracks now as you’re pushed hard against the nearest wall. The first time he did this to you flashes through your mind and you remember it as the moment you gave in to him. You know you’re about to do it again, give him whatever he wants to take. I swear to God he better be a good lay.

He’s got his forearm laid across your chest, keeping you pinned in place while his other hand is fumbling with the button on your jeans. His hair has fallen over his face as he looks down to where he’s now pulling your zipper open and you can’t help but reach up to push it away and tuck it back behind his ear. You notice strands of it are stuck to his neck, perspiration already forming there. His tongue is poking out between his lips in concentration as he finally, finally, presses his palm to your stomach and slides it down over your underwear and cups your pussy. Pressing into you with his fingers, he slides them against the damp silk.

The feeling of your arousal against his fingertips, and the relieving pressure of them where you need them most, cause you both to moan out into the limited space between you. You can feel his dick pushed against your thigh, his hips move almost unnoticeably to create friction there.

“Jake, please.”

“Mm please what, doll?” He’s dropping pet names left and right since you got here, but realizes you’re accepting them now. “Tell me what you want. You want me to touch you here?”

He adds more pressure, this time directly to your clit over your underwear, and moves his fingers in a tight circle a couple of times.

“Fuck yes, please. Inside, want them inside me.”

He responds by pulling his hand away completely, only to immediately move it down your stomach again, this time with his fingers nudging the fabric so he can slip it into your panties. He cups you again, skin to skin, and the feeling is electrifying. The arm across your chest lowers but he keeps you there with his body, his hips now working himself against you with more purpose. The hand that’s not buried in your pants grips your face under your chin, completely wrapped around your jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks. He waits a beat until your eyes meet his.

“Keep your eyes open and on me, okay sugar?” That name is new but he likes the taste of it in his mouth. The way you nod your head and comply tells him you might like it too.

“Good girl,” he whispers as he drags two fingers through your wetness and teases them over your clit again before rubbing light circles into it directly. He watches your eyelids flutter and eyes roll back as the sweetest sound he’s ever heard floats from your mouth to his ears. “Open and on me,” he repeats lowly. You do as he asks and snap your eyes open wide as he moves his fingers through you again. Asking silent permission with a raise of an eyebrow, he sees yours raise in response. With that, he plunges one inside you to the last knuckle.

You clench around him instantly, and he pumps it in and out of you slowly, examining your facial expression. It’s already a little blissed out with the relief of finally being touched by him. He keeps moving his hand against you, the heel of his palm putting pressure on your clit as his finger slips easily in, out, in.

“More,” you choke out, “please, more Jake.” You’ve got a death grip on his biceps, nails digging into his skin there, and you’re struggling to maintain the eye contact he’s demanded.

The cocky smirk that you really hadn’t missed at all has returned to his face. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you? Want everything your way, all the time.”

“Fuck you,” you mean to spit the words out into his face, but instead they come out on a gasp as he curls his finger deep inside you.

“We’re getting there babe, have some patience.” He fulfills your request for more by pulling his finger from your cunt completely then pushing back into you with two, tucking them as far inside you as his hand will allow and curling them both forward.

“Yes yes, like that, just like that,” your hips have started moving of their own volition, rocking against his hand as his fingers bring you closer and closer to the edge you’re searching for.

Your eyes have squeezed shut as you chase your orgasm, but Jake uses the grip he still holds on your jaw to regain your attention. He shakes your head from side to side one quick time. “Eyes, doll. Open them. Look at me when you cum.”

“I will, I will, I’m close. Don’t stop.”

“Keep fucking yourself on my fingers. Cum for me Y/N. I need it, cum for me,” he’s demanding, or begging, you’re not sure but either way, it’s working. He presses the heel of his palm harder against your clit and your hips writhe, almost violently, pushing back like you’re fighting each other for your release. Suddenly, it snaps.

“FUCK Jaaaake, oh God!”

You do your best to keep your eyes open, you really do, but you’re cumming so hard on his hand that every part of your body has tensed, your cunt is squeezing his fingers tight but he doesn’t stop moving them. He slows his motions as you ride it out, and watches your face as curses and his name keep spilling from your lips.

That might be his new favorite song.

When your orgasm melts away from you, you release Jake’s arms and slump back against the wall. He’s dropped his hold on your face and brings that hand to hold you up at the waist.

His other hand is still hidden away down the front of your jeans, but he’s stopped moving it and eases his fingers from you slowly. As you work to regulate your breathing, he pulls his hand out of your pants and holds it up between your faces.

Smug bastard. The look on his face is infuriating but you just had one of the better orgasms you can remember in recent history, so you let it slide.

“That was pretty good,”

Nope, he’s still insufferable.

“But I think we can do better.” His fingers, still held in view, are shining in the light from overhead, clear evidence of just how good that had been for you. He slips them past his pompous lips and sucks hard, pulling them from his mouth with a pop.

“Huh. Who would’ve thought you’d be so sweet, with such a nasty attitude.” Your eyes roll so far back you think you know what your brain looks like. “C’mere, have a taste.”

He leans in and kisses you softly, affectionately, and you open your lips to him. When his tongue hits yours, you do faintly taste yourself on it and you find that you enjoy the flavor of yourself mixed with the flavor of him, his last drink and something else that’s really just him. He’s enjoying it too, his dick is rock hard and he’s moving his hips against yours again. He pulls away and rests his forehead on yours.

“You gonna let me in, sugar? I need it, pretty bad,” he thrusts into you without force, just enough to let you know he’s getting desperate.

“Mm and you always get what you want, don’t you Jacob? Well, lead the way, let’s do this.”

Instead of turning to lead you through whichever door hides his bedroom, he bends, grips the backs of your thighs, and hoists you up from the floor and into his arms. You fling your arms around his neck, lock your ankles around his hips, and throw your head back and laugh.

The sound of it leaves him momentarily stunned, he’s looking up at you with a smile on your face so wide he can see all of your teeth, your throat exposed to him. You look joyful, he thinks you might be the prettiest thing he’s seen in a long time. Maybe ever.

You bring your face back down to his and he shakes out of his trance, his hair swaying with the motion of it. His smile matches yours and you stay like that for a moment, watching each other’s eyes as they’re crinkled at the corners.

He really is kind of beautiful.

“Take me to bed, babe.”

He turns you both away from the wall and moves toward the door at the end of the hall. “The difference between you and me, is that I love it when you call me that.” He pushes the door open with his foot. “Say it again.”

A few steps into the room, you drop from his arms but keep yours looped around his neck, fingers twirling through his hair. You lean in and run the tip of your tongue over the shell of his ear and feel him shiver. “I need you to get me naked, and fuck me. Now, babe.”

“As you wish.”

Your t-shirt is ripped over your head in an instant and tossed over his shoulder. Your jeans, still undone and hanging open from the hallway, are shoved down your legs. He helps you step out of them and you kick them away. Before he can continue, you reach forward and start to unbuckle his belt. He lets you do the work and watches, an amused quirk to his lips. You don’t bother pulling it out of the loops, instead you unbutton and unzip his jeans and push them off of his hips.

Oh. Shit.

His boxer briefs are snug, dark gray, and doing very little to hide his, much bigger than you were expecting, very hard cock.

“Surprised, doll?”

You giggle a little, but not at his expense. At your incorrect assumption. “You’re kind of a small guy. Not small everywhere, though huh?” Before he can offer up a retort, your hand is on it, palming him over the cotton. He reaches down and grips your wrist firmly, not wanting you to stop touching him too soon. He moves his hand to cover yours and together you squeeze him.

“Tell me you want that, you want me. I need to hear you say it,” the words come out a bit strangled.

“Haven’t I shown you that I do? Let me have it,” you purr.

He squeezes your hand again, effectively grabbing himself. “Fuck, Y/N… say it.”

You resist, just for a moment, because of course you do. You move closer to him, placing your free hand on his chest then looping a finger through and tugging on his necklace. Ghosting your lips over his, he puckers them for a kiss that you don’t offer. Against his mouth, you say quietly, but with conviction, “I want you Jake. I want you to fuck me with this big cock you’ve been hiding. Want you to ruin me.”

His hands move so quickly you don’t even see it happen, he’s spun you away from him and he’s pushing you toward the king size bed on the left side of the room. Once your knees hit the bed frame, you think he wants you to climb on but he stops you with a hand wrapped around your hip.

“Hands on the bed,” he says from behind you, face now at your ear, breathing into your hair.

He places his other palm to the center of your upper back and pushes you to bend over for him at the waist, palms flat on the bed. He takes in your form for a moment, admiring the way you’ve done what he wants. Reaching out again to your back, he runs the tip of his first finger down your spine slowly, skimming over the clasps of your bra, watching closely as your back arches and pushes your ass back into his hips. When his finger reaches your underwear, he draws it over the material lightly.

Your lingerie is a matching set, silky with lace trim. The only light in the room is coming from outside the door, left on in the hallway, but he tries to decipher the color. It’s dark, maybe a plum purple. No, aubergine. He likes the word, it scratches an itch in his brain.

“It’s interesting that you were hiding this pretty little set under jeans and a t-shirt, doll. Were you looking to get fucked tonight? Planning on going home with someone else?”

You don’t think he’s actually expecting a response, especially when he hooks his fingers under the lace at the sides of your panties and starts tugging them off of you.

“Mm maybe. Jealous?” you ask anyway as the material slips over the swell of your ass and slides down your thighs. He moves with them, crouching to kneel behind you, guiding them all the way down to your ankles and lifting each foot gently to free them. He lets them drop to the floor from his fingers, and when you shift your feet in anticipation you accidentally move them under the bed. You won’t know that until later, much later actually.

He runs his palms up the backs of your legs, from your calves to your thighs, and he squeezes the soft flesh there. The action spreads you open to him slightly, and he’s got a perfect view of your cunt, slick and almost dripping for him.

“What, exactly, would I have to be jealous of?”

You don’t realize he’s doing it until you feel his breath breeze over your sensitive skin, before he’s got his tongue on you. Your knees threaten to buckle in surprise but they’re pushed tight against the bed frame as he laps at you leisurely. It’s not enough to make you cum, and that’s not his goal. He just needed another taste. The feeling is pleasant though and you’re humming with it, he’s lost in it for a few moments as you’re pushing back against his mouth.

When he’s had his fill, he pulls away from you with a final lewd slurp as he sucks your arousal into his mouth. The sound should be offensive, but it has your pussy clenching around nothing, wanting him, ready for him. As he stands, he doesn’t bother to wipe you from his lips.

Without a word he moves from behind you and crawls onto the bed, positioning himself against the headboard, propped against the pillows. You haven’t moved from your bent pose and you make eye contact. He likes the way your hair has fallen forward over one shoulder, like a curtain or backdrop, putting your face on display for him.

“Well? Get over here.”

“Don’t command me, I’m not a dog,” you spit out, but your body is already answering his call, moving toward him without question. You find yourself crawling over him and straddling his lap. His still-covered dick pressed against your nakedness is almost overwhelming, a sigh slips from your lips in relief at the pressure of it. He’s hard and hot underneath you and you know he needs it as much as you do.

His hands have moved to grip the outsides of your thighs, and he leans up to capture your mouth with his. You kiss him back for a moment, tasting yourself on him again, and you can’t help but slip your tongue out and over his bottom lip. You move to trail kisses back, over his jaw, and down to the spot just below his ear. His grip gets tighter when you do so you stay there, pressing kisses and flicking your tongue over his skin. He moves your hips with his hands, grinding you down on him before you move down his body with your lips and tongue, kisses littering his chest and lower as you crawl backwards, leaving them over his stomach as well. His muscles flex and his skin jumps at the attention, and you can’t resist sucking it into your mouth and biting down. He hisses through gritted teeth. When you reach the waist and of his underwear you look up at him through your eyelashes.

“Keep going, for the love of God keep going.”

You comply easily, tucking your fingertips under the elastic and tugging as he shifts to help you get them off of him. Once they’re past his knees he pulls you back up to his lap by your arms, kicking the briefs away and off the bed.

Nothing between you now, you feel the heat rolling off of his body in waves as you drag your pussy over him, hot skin to hot skin. You reach behind your own back to unclasp your bra, needing to be completely bared to him. Once you tug it down your arms you toss it away, but he watches as it lands looped around the neck of his acoustic guitar in the corner. The cocky smirk has returned, he drags his eyes away from the guitar and they land on your breasts.

“Don’t get too full of yourself yet, you’ve gotta earn it,” you have to knock him down a peg or two. “You’ve got condoms, right?”

“Do I seem like a man who’s unprepared, babe?”

Your eyes roll but you smile to yourself as he reaches across his body to dig into the drawer of his nightstand. You watch his skin stretch over his ribs as he shifts.

Returning to position, foil packet in hand, he looks up into your eyes. “You still wanna do this, right?”

“Ugh, give me that,” you snatch the condom from his fingers, tear the packet open between your teeth, and toss the foil aside. His dick is resting against his stomach between you, mostly untouched but leaking at the tip. “Hold it for me, babe.”

He does as you ask, gripping it in one hand at the base, and watches like a hawk as you place the condom over the tip and deftly roll it down over his length.

“That was so fucking hot, Jesus Christ. Kiss me?”

Leaning forward with your hands on his chest to place a kiss to his lips, you lift yourself to hover over his dick, still held firmly in his hand. He pushes his hips up slightly and rubs his head through you, sliding easily through the slick moisture there.

Against your mouth he mumbles, “Fuck me, sugar.” He’s lined up and ready for you so you kiss him again, mouths pushed together tight as you sink down around him an inch or two, his hands finding your thighs once again.

“Fucking hell Jake.” He’s big, and you were beyond prepped and ready for him, but the stretch is more than you were expecting. You rock your hips a few times, easing yourself down slowly.

“I know you can take it baby, you’re doing so good for me.” He’d been watching closely, eyes glued to where your bodies are connecting, but he throws his head back to the headboard and moans, deep and low in his throat when your cunt sucks him all the way in, to the hilt. “Fuuuck.”

You’re still leaned over him as you both adjust to the feeling of being locked together like this, with his head back, neck stretched out and calling to you, sweat beading up there. You move in and catch a drop on your tongue as it starts to run down the column of his throat. He whimpers, so quietly you thought you might have imagined it until he raises his face to yours and moves his hands back to your ass.

“Need you to fuck me, doll. You ready?”

You bite your lip and nod, already a little breathless, and he begins for you, lifting you up and watching himself retreat from your body. Before you can slide off of him completely, he jerks you back down to his hips.

“JAKE!”

That’s exactly what he wants to hear. He doesn’t stop moving your body, lifting and pulling you back to him, eating up all the dirty words rolling off your tongue, until you take over and start bouncing on your own. Once you do, his hands don’t leave you but he slides them back down to grip handfuls of the soft flesh of your thighs.

“You’re so fucking good baby, feel so good wrapped around me holy shit.” You’re rolling your hips over his now, his cock buried deep and your clit slipping against his pelvis on every forward roll.

You’re both shining with sweat now, you from exerting your muscles and him from apparently running unnaturally hot. The air in the room is thick with the humidity you’re creating, the sounds and scent of sex filling the space.

You call his name softly, panting for fresh air in your lungs. “Jake, Jake… make me cum. Wanna cum again… please…”

He delivers a sharp thrust of his hips up into you before leaning forward and bringing his chest to yours. Wrapping one arm under yours and around your back, gripping your hip with the other, you’re not exactly sure how he does it so smoothly but he’s got your positions reversed in seconds. Your back hits the mattress, head almost hanging off the corner at the foot of the bed and he’s immediately found a rhythm, fucking into you with deep strokes.

His eyes are on your face, watching it shift and contort as every few pumps into you, he hits exactly the right spot inside. His gaze is interrupted by movement he catches in his periphery, and when he lifts his head to look closer he realizes he’s watching himself. Forgot about that. Interesting.

“Y/N,” he grunts out on a forward stroke, “eyes open and on me.” His voice is calm and coaxes you to obey. The pendant of his necklace is swinging over you. “You wanna cum for me?”

You nod your head, feeling cock dumb and lost for words.

“You wanna watch?”

“Wha-?“

Your mouth doesn’t even form the entire word. He motions to you to lean your head back and look across the room. What you find there is an inverted reflection of your bodies in a full length floor mirror. Rolling your eyes back to him, you raise an eyebrow in question.

He chooses that moment to slam his hips into the back of your thighs.

“Seriously?!” It squeals out of you, high pitched and on one breath that he’s punched out of your lungs.

He pulls out of you and immediately you feel empty, emptier than you’ve ever felt, missing the fullness of him inside you. Before you can mourn the loss, he’s moving to roll you to your stomach. Okay we’re doing this. You finish the roll and shift to your hands and knees, your eyes finding each other’s in the mirror.

“Go ahead then, do it Jake.”

His grin is wild and devilish, and fuck if he doesn’t look absolutely sinful. His hair is damp, stuck to every inch of skin that it lays across. He doesn’t take his eyes off yours as he runs himself up through your folds and plunges back inside you, bottoming out and causing your body to lurch forward and a groan to push from your lips. Leaning over you, the skin of his chest hot and slick on your back, he presses a kiss to your shoulder blade. You think that it’s kind of sweet, almost tender, until a hand slips up the front of your body and wraps around your throat.

Suddenly you’re both upright on your knees and he’s fucking up into you, pressed tight against your back. “Eyes on me babe, keep ‘em open,” he breathes directly into your ear as his other hand snakes down your stomach and tucks itself between your legs. He gathers wetness from where he’s moving inside you and brings his fingers up to press circles into your clit. Your hands fly back over your head, sink into his hair and hold tight.

“Yes yes yessssss Jake fuck, just like that, don’t stop!”

In the reflection of your bodies, moving together, all you can see is that cocky fucking smirk.

“Not stopping ‘til you’re falling apart all over my cock, not stopping after, never wanna leave this pussy.” His eye contact is intense, like it was earlier, at the bar. Before he even knew your name. And now he never wants to leave you? You know it’s his dick talking but it feels so so good.

“Keep talking, pretty boy, make me cum. I’m so close, keep talking!”

“I can feel you, sugar. Squeezing me, taking it all. You’re so good… So fucking good.” He punctuates the sentence by pulling his hand from your cunt, and bringing it back with a slap. Directly to your clit.

Your orgasm explodes, ripping through you from your core and spreading outward like wildfire.

Your body tries to double over on itself but Jake keeps you upright with the hand on your throat and fulfills his promise. He doesn’t stop fucking you, doesn’t even slow down, not until he feels your muscles relax and your body go limp.

“C’mere darlin’, I’ve got you.” He pulls out of you gently and shifts you both back to the top of the bed, laying you against his pillows. Your arms feel like jelly but you reach for him. He stays close, unsure if you want him to continue.

You’re smiling softly up at him, and he doesn’t really expect your next words.

“Would be a real waste if you didn’t finish what you started. Sir.”

That smile, the bright one, curling at the corners and showcasing all of his beautiful teeth, stretches across his lips.

“As you wish.”

He brings his body over yours, your legs open and he slides between them. He slips back inside you and you sigh in relief at the perfectly full feeling of it. You clench yourself around him, wrap your arms behind him and run your fingers over his back, encouraging him to move and reach his own ending.

“Kiss me. Cum for me.”

A hand finds itself cupping your cheek, his lips find their way to yours, and he moves inside you. It’s slow and saccharine, until it isn’t. He’s close, been close, and his body chases the release he needs quickly. You whisper words of motivation into his ear, the sound pushing him closer until he reaches that cliff, and with a final soft call of your name, he falls over it.

He lets his body come to rest on top of yours for a few moments and you trail your fingers up the sticky skin of his back, then twirl them through the damp strands of his hair. Once he’s able to move, he pushes off of you after a peck to your lips, and leaves the bed. You let your eyes close while he’s gone and when he returns, the condom has been disposed of and he’s carrying two bottles of water.

You sit up and he passes one to you. After a long drink, almost emptying the bottle, you cap it and set it on the bedside table.

He’s still standing at the side of the bed, eyeing you curiously. Smirk in place. “You’re staying, aren’t you?”

“Shut up and get back in bed. I’m fucking tired.” Your eyes are alight with laughter behind them as he does what you command. He insists that you let him hold you and you comply, eyelids heavy and ready to sleep.

“Goodnight babe,” he mumbles into the hair at the crown of your head.

“Don’t call me that…”

He’s chuckling to himself as he closes his own eyes and begins to drift off.

This Morning

“You don’t know me at all, pretty boy.”

“Not yet, doll. I’m trying though.”

You feel your eyes roll and you try, for once, to stop them but he sees it.

“I don’t know why you’re still pretending you don’t like me, like you don’t remember anything. We had a good time, even before we made it back here. Then we had a really good time,” he laughs a little but there’s disappointment behind his words. “You didn’t feel it?”

A sigh huffs from your mouth, as you remain unmoving, standing near his dresser, pieces of your clothing still scattered among his belongings. In his space.

The disappointment is written on his face now, etched into his features as his eyebrows knit together and he purses his lips. Those lips. You can feel yourself backing down, about to give in to him yet again. You remember the night pretty clearly, remember the moments when the arrogant act slipped and he looked at you like he’s never needed anything or anyone as close to him as he did you.

“Don’t leave yet. At least have coffee with me, talk to me? Let me in a little.” Your defenses are dropping, the sad little puppy dog eyes are breaking you down.

“And you’re not gonna chop me up and hide me in your basement, right?”

Light returns to his eyes as he chuckles, the raspy sound hitting your ears and you find that you enjoy it this time. You’re both smiling nervously now.

“I have no intention of hurting you, ever really.”

It’s working, your grip on the sheet around you is loose and you feel the fabric slip from it and flutter to the floor. His eyebrows raise but before he can say something stupid, you drop your jeans back to the ground where you found them and move back toward the bed. Crawling onto the mattress and over to him, you stop on hands and knees when you’re nose to nose with him once again.

“Fine.” You let a full smile stretch across your lips and he soaks it in, basks in it, commits it to memory, as he lays you back across his pillows.

You know he’s already working out how he’s going to get you back here once you do leave, you can see his mind turning behind the eyes that are locked on yours.

You’re not sure that you’re going to resist him this time.

Part 2 🖤

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