#he's not even answering my fucking texts anymore like tell me to die. pussy. do it. do it! fuck w me right now

[elytrafemme]

call the hairdresser and call the mediator because the way i'm splitting to the fucking ends right now

#babes i'm so sorry about it i'm SO sorry about it but i don't think we can blame this one on the period craziness anymore #i've not even been that mentally ill lately but my friend said we like can't hang out before he goes back to school #AND my sister doesn't want to hang out tn and i'm genuinely like? i'm going to break my fucking phone #like okay i'll just kill myself. whatever. i'm becoming super fucking toxic it's really bad #obviously i don't say this shit this is internal i'm not gonna push for anything that's super fucked #but like. ohhhh my God the rage i'm feeling right now. i need to kill someone #literally why am i like this. no explanation no anything i'm just like this? who fucked me over though like what happened #what's my tragic backstory i've got nothing i'm literally just crazy #he's not even answering my fucking texts anymore like tell me to die. pussy. do it. do it! fuck w me right now #and i was so nice i literally was like. hey no worries how's your summer been what's been going on! #i'm watching more youtube within the last 10 minutes of checking my phone i've almost thrown up and thrown it twice #do you think people try to fuck me over. do you think that's a thing. like they're testing me #if you showed me some of my old online friends right now the way i would rip them into pieces #my girlfriend's been pissed lately too like it's my two best friends riding for me and nobody else #oh he replied fucking great. shooting myself in the head i'm so manic pixie for this i'm so fixing him right now #i'm not he's got a girlfriend. but like. whatever. could've been me & i think about that when i'm mad #i do not like him but me and her are literally the exact same she's just prettier and smarter and i'm more of a good person #not right now though. i need to loop someone gets hurt from mean girls until i'm fucking normal #neg #vent #suicide tw

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

calculated iii, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: You wanted to say that you were able to control yourself around him and not to have wild sex at school. But this is Jeon Jungkook we’re talking about. And what Jungkook wants, Jungkook gets. You wore that pencil skirt for a reason, after all.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; intense smut (fem reader, semi-public sex, dirty talk, nipple play, choking, m-receiving oral, gagging, pussy spanking, fingering, penetrative sex); fluff; non-idol!AU - university!AU; dom!Jungkook x sub!noona!reader, ft Jimin once again, lol

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part i | part ii | part iii | part iv

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Career Week was somewhat of a nightmare.

So much running around, prepping tables, setting up presentations, helping the guests with their computers before their seminars, and you had to be dressed professionally too. Not just ‘nice’ clothes, but white dress shirt, slim black tie, tailored black vest, and matching fitted black slacks. It had to be monotone, it had to be hyper professional, and you had to wear heels.

Why had you agreed to this again?

Oh, yes, Kim Namjoon on his knees begging for help because he was overworked and they needed volunteers. And you, being far too responsible, accepted.

Not only were you also overworked, but Jeon Jungkook was staring at you across the auditorium.

In all-black – leather jacket, high-necked shirt, slim-fit jeans. Sharp jawline, tanned high cheekbones, piercing dark brown eyes, his black hair pushed back with a few strands on his forehead, revealing his clean undercut.

And he was smirking at you.

You highly doubted he was here to investigate prospective career paths. Actually, you were a hundred-and-ten percent positive that that was not the reason he was here and the soreness between your inner thighs proved it. You were willing to bet Park Jimin’s right nutsack.

Yeah, sorry Jimin, but you needed all your body parts.

For one reason, really, and that reason was staring you right now.

Who was going to hire him when he was dressed like that anyway? You certainly wouldn’t. Mostly because it was distracting. No one could work with Jeon Jungkook looking like that. You couldn’t, anyway. Well, maybe if his work was wrecking your–

Get back to your damn task, you scolded yourself.

You were setting up chairs for the cardiologist that was arriving soon. All the doctors always had tons of students listening, so the administration instructed you to pack as many seats that could be crammed into the space without causing a fire hazard. You unfolded the metal chairs, arranging them neatly, already knowing they would be an incomprehensible mess when the students left and that you would be the one cleaning up after them.

Sigh.

Come to think of it, it was all Park Jimin’s fault that you were being violently undressed by Jungkook’s eyes right now. If he had kept his trap shut and let you live in blissful ignorance, maybe you wouldn’t be trying to hide your wincing every time you bent over. You snuck a glance at Jungkook.

He cocked an eyebrow, highly amused.

Never mind, you probably still would have been accosted at Calculus I office hours, except instead of the door being closed and locked and having Jimin’s warning texts, you two probably would have been caught and expelled.

You grumbled and slid a chair into place, taking back your former thoughts and thanking Jimin in your mind. He wasn’t even here to witness your inner struggle.

Jimin probably would have found it funny.

You went back to your chairs, not addressing Jeon Jungkook’s presence anymore because if you looked at him again, you probably would have abandoned your post. And he knew it.

-

The next day, you already knew Jungkook would show up again. Mostly because he texted you a winking face of a semicolon and parenthesis, to which you didn’t respond, because you would probably get roped into phone sex in under twenty seconds, and you had to help this extremely riveting lawyer set up his laptop for the projector.

As in, you were ready to tape his mouth shut as he blabbed on and on about his work and how important it was to society, which it was, because defense attorneys were very important, but this guy’s laptop was a fucking hot mess of icons all over his desktop. This was a personal pet peeve of yours, as you liked to be neat and organized, with everything clearly labeled with dates. You didn’t care about most people’s personal habits, but it was annoying when you were trying to assist and the owner of said laptop was not shutting up and demanding noises of affirmation that you were listening.

If it wasn’t Jungkook demanding you to swallow his cock, you honestly couldn’t give a single shit–

You finally got his PowerPoint working and had him scroll through the slides to make sure it was the correct one. He thanked you and you realized the older man was looking at you up and down, the same way Jungkook usually did, except in this case you were not even remotely interested.

Guess everyone had the right to get a good look before they die.

You were wearing a white chiffon blouse with a black silk neck scarf, with a tight knee-length black pencil skirt, sheer tights and sleek black heels. You knew how good your ass looked in this skirt and you had worn it for a specific purpose.

“We will be letting the students in five minutes early to get settled,” you stated briskly, cutting the older man from his daydreams. “You will have forty-five minutes for your presentation, and then we’ll have a fifteen-minute question session, led by my associate, Kim Namjoon here.”

As if on cue, Namjoon appeared, cheerful smile with cute dimples, handing the lawyer a mic.

“Let’s test the microphone and the backup to make sure you don’t have any hiccups,” Namjoon instructed merrily, instantly captivating the man’s attention and diverting it from you.

You mouthed a ‘thank you’ behind the man’s back and Namjoon gave you the tiniest of nods as you excused yourself. Hmph. You knew people would notice – you were wearing makeup for once and would be around students and professionals all day, after all – but to be so shameless and gawk like that was annoying. Plus, the guy probably had a wife and kids.

You made your way to the bathroom to check your appearance. Maybe your makeup was a bit off or something. You had Jimin check you over this morning. Surprisingly, he knew a lot about cosmetics and how to look good in all lighting. Must be a dance major thing.

Ah, the door to the women’s bathroom. You hiked your skirt up a bit do you could use your damn knees to walk, because they had been suffocating for the past two hours–

Long fingers suddenly gripped your upper arm and yanked you around the corner, slamming you into a muscular body and black biker jacket. You nearly stumbled in your heels, but a second hand came to practically lift you off the floor and shove you into the wall.

“Good afternoon, noona.”

A clear, silvery voice.

You couldn’t possibly guess who it was.

“Why, fancy seeing you here, Jung–”

You were abruptly cut off by his lips crashing into yours, one hand grabbing the back of your head and disturbing your perfect bun. You whimpered, feeling him shove you into the wall again, your shoulder blades hitting the painted brick. His tongue slid into your mouth, exhaling into your throat and forcing you swallow his breath. Your hands clutched your skirt, moaning as his hard body pressed yours against the wall.

Jungkook drew back, panting a little. Looking so handsome with his slightly slicked-back hair, black strands around his right eye, chiseled jawline, silver hoops glinting in the hall light. He arched a sculpted eyebrow at you, smirking. His pink lips had a little red on them from kissing you.

“Now, you know you can’t be looking so delicious and not expect me to want to eat you up,” he purred, licking your lips. Your breathing hitched at the touch, unlocking your death grip on your skirt.

“What are you talking about?” you answered evenly despite your panties literally turning into Niagara Falls with the way he was looking at you like a carnivore at an all-meat buffet. “I have to dress like this for Career Week. Everyone has to dress professionally.”

Jungkook nodded, not believing a single word coming out of your mouth. His right hand came up, ink black tattoos against tan skin, and reached around to your bun, slowly pulling the hairpins out. Your skin tingled at the sensation of your hair gradually unravelling.

“A professional that I would hire to sit on my dick,” he mused.

You raised an eyebrow at him, your hair tumbling around your shoulders. “Subtle.”

Jungkook showed you the removed hairpins, opened his jacket, and tucked them in his inner pocket.

“I wouldn’t work for you anyway,” you added haughtily.

With each passing moment, Jungkook was becoming increasingly amused and aroused. You could tell by the way he was shoving his crotch into your thigh and by how wide his smirk was getting. The slacks he was wearing did nothing to hide his erection and you had a sneaking suspicion that he didn’t care.

“Oh? Why not?”

“I don’t know if I could trust someone younger than me to do a good job.”

He was unbuttoning your chiffon blouse now, humming. “I’m good at many things.” His dark eyes flickered to yours. “I think you would know.”

Your hands grabbed his despite him already having all the visible buttons completely open. Cold air drifted onto your heaving chest and white lace bra.

“Jungkook, we’re in a public place, again,” you hissed, narrowing your eyes at him.

“I don’t recall that being a problem,” he drawled, removing his hands from yours and squeezing your ass. “I’m beginning to think you like it.”

You sucked in a breath as his strong hands kneaded you through your skirt. Your hormones would absolutely let Jungkook rip off your clothes right here and let him fuck you, but the sliver of your brain that had any sense at all reminded you that you had to find a closed space. Jungkook slapped your ass, loudly, the sound echoing across the empty hallway. You nearly moaned, but bit your tongue, glaring at him.

“I have to get back,” you snapped. “And look presentable.”

Jungkook licked his teeth. “Hm. You have an hour before you have to appear to the public eye.”

Who the heck told him that? He smirked slyly at you as he saw your reaction.

“I could drag you to the bathroom–”

“At least give me more class than the woman’s bathroom,” you interrupted.

Jungkook looked annoyed that you had cut him off and also looked like he was going to remind you later. His fingers dug into your hips sharply and you gasped, back pressed flat against the wall. He inhaled a deep breath and began again, voice dangerously low.

“As I was saying,” he continued. “I’m going to take you into this classroom that I stole the key for.”

You frowned as Jungkook hoisted you up swiftly, princess-style, shirt still wide open. Fuck, what was he so strong for? He carried you down the hallway to the classrooms. You tried to close your shirt, but he growled at you, so you rolled your eyes and pushed the sides open, letting your bra-covered tits hang out. He seemed satisfied about this.

“Why would you steal a key?” you muttered as he deftly kicked the door open.

Jungkook slid through the door sideways. “So I could fuck you, of course.”

He dropped you and you had to catch yourself on your heels before you broke an ankle and ate shit. Half the lights turned on. You could hear him locking the door as you smoothed your skirt.

You turned to face him, saying, “You shouldn’t be a thief just because you’re horny, Jungkook.”

Jungkook turned around slowly from the now locked door. You were about to say something else, but your words died in your throat as you witnessed the overwhelming lust in his dark piercing eyes.

“I would be a thief, a murderer, and evade taxes for your body,” he snarled, advancing on you.

You pulled your blouse out of your skirt so he wouldn’t rip it, backing up into the desks. “You’ll get caught with the last one,” you said quietly, already removing your blouse and letting it fall onto a spare seat. “First two are acceptable.”

Jungkook grinned devilishly, licking his pink lips.

“Come here.”

You chewed on your lower lip, staring at his beautiful eyes, finding yourself already walking to him, heels clicking loudly in the empty room, but it didn’t matter, because he was the master now and you were the willing servant. Or slave. 

Take your pick.

He smirked at your obedience, placing his hands on your shoulders, stopping you. His dark orbs lingered down your body, focusing on all his favorite spots, pressing his fingertips into your skin.

“One day,” you said quietly. “We’re going to get in trouble.”

Jungkook’s powerful dark orbs shifted upwards, capturing yours. Time slowed down. You stared into his dark brown eyes, unable to look away, your heart beating in time with his words.

“You’re already in trouble.”

Voice haunting you, teasing smirk on his lips, and perfectly in command.

“From the second you let me have my hands on you.”

You gasped as his nails dug into your skin, scratching down your collarbones, leaving red marks. He snapped the straps of your bra, hard, and you whined, eyes pleading for him to take it off. His palms pressed into the lace cups, squeezing them roughly. Tongue dancing in between his lips as he felt your nipples harden, barely covered by the lace.

“You’re so dirty, noona,” he purred, lowering his palms and pinching your nipples through the thin fabric, smirking at your wanton moan. “Wearing such slutty underwear under these professional clothes.”

You whimpered as he tugged on them. “No one’s going to see them but you, Jungkook.”

He clamped your nipples between his thumbs and knuckles, dragging you to him. You sank your teeth into your lower lip, pussy throbbing as you collided with his firm chest. His breath was scorching hot against your skin, making you shiver.

“What if someone finds out? Some idiot like a perverted old man staring at your ass in this skirt?”

You snorted. “I’ll rip his head off.”

Jungkook snickered, flicking your nipples with your answer. “You wouldn’t let me do it for you?”

Your hips rolled into his, hands on his waist to keep yourself up as he played with you. “I’ll reattach it for you so you can do the same.”

He laughed, almost a little too jovially for the part he was playing, but then he was back, tipping his head close to yours, blowing soft air onto your lips. You frowned, glaring at him for the lack of kiss.

“If possible, you’re even hotter dressed like this,” Jungkook murmured, his forehead against yours. “So prim and proper, even with a cute gag tied around your neck,” he added, playing with the ends of your neck scarf. “You could be a CEO, and I could be the janitor fucking you on your penthouse-floor desk.” He was undoing your scarf now, teasing it apart, making you breathless. “Maybe fuck you against the window so everyone can see how good I make you feel, noona.”

“Give yourself a little more credit than a janitor,” you muttered, stiffening as Jungkook ran his fingertips over your throat, nails grazing your skin.

“True, I would rather be your secretary so I can follow you around and stare at your ass in this skirt,” he chuckled, lacing his fingers around your neck. Thumb under your ear, the other four fingers under your other ear. You made eye contact with him. He looked almost bored, one of his eyebrows raised, but he was watching you, predatory and attentive.

“I know what I’m doing.”

His whisper was so soft that you barely heard it, but the words were there.

His grip tightened around your throat.

You gasped, feeling the blood flow thinning, hazing your mind. Jungkook watched your expression, reaching around with the hand that was holding your scarf, unclasping your lace bra. You could feel it fall down your arms, but your thoughts were rapidly being clouded by lightheadedness and lust, Jungkook smirking at you as he lifted the silk scarf into your vision.

“J… Jungkook…” you choked out.

The mole underneath his lower lip winked at you as he grinned, brushing the silk against your hard, abused nipples, touch so light, and yet it made your whine, wanting more stimulation but unable to ask because you knew he was toying with you.

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook taunted. “Not intense enough for my naughty noona?”

He choked you harder and you couldn’t respond, eyes rolling back into your head as black spots danced in your vision, the sensation intensifying but still not enough, not enough, and you shoved your hips into his repeatedly, whimpering, hands clutching his black shirt, nails digging into his abs.

“So needy for me,” he breathed, feathery touches of silk against your nipples. “Are you only mine?”

He leaned forward, loosening his grip a little. The blood violently rushed back into your head and all you could hear Jungkook’s cruel whisper of your name, tearing a moan from your lips, a raspy yes, yes, fuck, Jungkook, I’m only yours.

He chuckled darkly.

Then he forced you to your knees, tits bouncing uncomfortably as you slid on your heels, knees hitting the tile floor. You clutched his clothed legs, panting, brain only half-functioning due to the lack of blood and the relentless teasing. You lifted your head back up to look at him, panting hard.

Jungkook cracked his neck sharply, a harsh pop. “I want to believe you, noona, but you’re dressed so fucking sexy that I can’t.” His dark eyes bore into you, tearing you up, and you were dripping onto your inner thighs. He emphasized his words with a raise of his eyebrow.

“Letting other people fantasize about this body that belongs to me isn’t acceptable.”

His hands reached down, fingers of his right hand playing with the button of his pants, tattoos dancing with his movement. He smirked as you watched him, eyes darting from his face to his hands. Shit, you were nearly drooling with anticipation. You swallowed as he teased the button free.

“You gonna show me that you remember who you belong to?”

You nodded quickly, maybe too quickly, but it was doomed now anyway because Jungkook was lowering the zipper, pushing down his pants and underwear, past his muscular thighs. It was obvious this was getting him off as much as it was getting you off, because he was rock-hard, leaking, tip already a dark red. Jungkook grabbed the back of your head and shoved his hips into your cheek, smearing his pre-cum onto your skin, all the way up to your cheekbone. He hissed, using his hand to press the head against your temple, nearly into your hair.

Fuck, he was so fucking close to your mouth, but he wasn’t letting you have it.

Damnnit.

Your tongue snaked out and softly licked his balls, eyes on his face, watching him tip his head back and moan. You licked more, creeping your head closer, pressing your lips against his hot skin. He was letting you do it, holding his cock out of the way as you wrapped your lips around his balls and sucked, pushing them around with your tongue, pleading noises in your throat, begging him for his cock as you bobbed your head up and down under his hips.

Jungkook’s dark eyes shifted down to you, triumphant grin on his lips.

“You want to swallow my cock, noona?” he teased, smacking it against your face, leaving a string of pre-cum connecting your cheek to his cock. You narrowed your eyes at him, as if to say, no fucking shit, you punk ass bitch, and he chuckled deep in his chest. He looked past your head, down your back.

“Such a nice ass.”

You smacked his leg, aware that he was doing it on purpose to piss you off. He smirked knowingly, placing his palm on your forehead and pushing you off his balls.

“Swallow it all and don’t choke,” Jungkook snarled, shoving his cock into your open mouth.

Your eyes widened at the sudden intrusion, relaxing your throat muscles as Jungkook forcefully pushed into your lips, sighing with satisfaction as he buried himself to the hilt, his strong fingers tangled in your hair.

“Fuck, so good,” he moaned, making his cock throb into the roof of your mouth. You whined, hands on his hips, waiting for him to let you move. “Your throat feels so fucking good, noona. If only they knew how good you are, how perfectly slutty you are for me.” He snickered, releasing his hand, glaring down into your eyes.

“But they’re never going to know, because you’ll never service another cock ever again.”

You whimpered, nails digging into his thighs.

He ticked his chin at you. “Go on, noona. Show me how much you love my cock.”

You began to move, pressing your tongue against the bottom as you slid up and down his length, moaning at his taste. So good. You generated more saliva and ran it all over the head, sucking hard. He inhaled sharply as you teased the sensitive underside, tongue against the opening.

“That’s it,” Jungkook breathed. “Give it to me like you mean it.”

You gripped his thighs and began to bob your head back and forth, ramming the head into the back of your throat and squeezing it before arching your neck so it ran across the roof of your mouth and then back down so it hit your throat again. Was this going to make you hoarse? Probably, but you didn’t a single shit, because Jungkook moaning for you and telling you how good you were was much more important. The pace was slow at first, but you went faster and faster, tighter, your breasts bouncing with every movement, eyes closed to savor his taste and steel your concentration of not gagging because Jungkook was so big, so thick, so perfectly rough, and your tongue could feel him throbbing inside your mouth.

“Fuck,” he growled above you, nearly feral with desire. “Fuck, I’m going to cum down that perfect throat of yours, noona.”

His thighs tensed under your hands and you knew he was close. You increased the intensity, neck straining, already aching with how fast you were going.

“Drink it all and don’t fucking waste it.”

Jungkook grabbed you by your hair and thrusted his hips into your face, moaning lustfully as he shot into your mouth, hot creamy strings into your throat. You swallowed fast to avoid choking, gulping loudly as he gave you more, more, fuck it was so delicious that you gasped, swirling your tongue around his jerking cock and lapping it all up. Whimpering, you wrapped your lips around the head and milked it dry, rubbing your lips against the skin where the head and length connected.

“You’re so fucking good,” Jungkook sighed, running his fingers through your hair, pulling it away from your face. “So messy and dirty. I love it, noona.” He pressed your mouth down his entire length and held you there.

Your name drifted out of his lips, a sweet exhale.

He kept you there. You felt some of your spit drip down your chin and hit your breasts. You flinched at the coldness, still holding onto his hips. Jungkook finally looked down at you, chest heaving, panting. He looked like he wanted to say something. You shot him a questioning look, unable to respond, mouth still full of his cock.

He released your head, untangling his fingers from your hair. You drew your mouth back, rubbing your jaw and throat a little. Jungkook had a strange expression, lips parted, brows furrowed, the muscles in his neck tensed. He seemed a bit spaced out. You tilted your head.

Something felt off.

You stood up with as much grace as you could, knees aching, heels snapping to the tile floor. He still wasn’t looking at you. You backed up, to the desks, finding a study one.

“Jungkook.”

You smacked the wood loudly with your flat palm.

He whipped his head towards you, dark eyes flashing. Perfect. You smirked, placing your hands on your pencil skirt. Sank your fingers in, gripping the fabric. Jungkook’s voracious eyes watched your movement, each hike revealing more and more of your legs. A slow smirk formed on his lips. You yanked your skirt all the way up to your waist, revealing your white lace panties and sheer pantyhose, black fabric bunched around your waist.

Jungkook reached down and pulled his pants up, raising his eyebrows as he walked over, lower lip in between his teeth as he grinned at you.

“That’s a dangerous position to be in, noona,” he purred. “You know I love fucking you on a desk.”

You bounced your ass up onto the table, closing your legs, knees together. Placed your hands on your lap, pushing your tits together. Jungkook licked his lips, the predatory glint back in his eye. You kept your tone stern, with a hint if disapproval.

“Really? Because for a second there, I was beginning to think you lost your nerve.”

The menace in his eyes made your shiver with anticipation. You could tell Jungkook liked it too, your word selection, your tone, your defiance. He shrugged out of his leather jacket, and it fell to the floor with an oppressive thump. You sucked in a tight breath. The shirt was short sleeved, exposing his tattooed right forearm and his equally beautiful tanned left one. Some of his long black hair was falling down, brushing against his right cheekbone.

His eyes were so dark that you felt like they were devouring you.

Jungkook placed his large hands on your knees and vehemently shoved them apart, spreading your legs wide. He gave you a cold, expressionless stare as he placed a hand on your stomach, putting you onto your elbows, hips tipped up towards him. You were embarrassingly wet, juices soaked into your inner thighs, lace panties already molded to your soaked folds, the sheer pantyhose doing nothing to protect you from him and his hungry eyes. His voice was icy, making your pussy throb with need.

“Noona, if you close your legs, I’m going to punish you,” Jungkook warned.

Part of you wanted to know what the punishment was, but the other part of you really wanted to orgasm, so kept your snide remark to yourself and simply nodded.

Jungkook removed his hands from your knees and placed them on your shuddering breasts. Fuck. You hadn’t realized you were so horny until Jungkook touched you. A pained whimper strained in your throat.

The side of his lips curved upwards.

“Does my dirty, slutty noona want to be fucked?” His nails sank down, digging into your skin. “Do you want to be used by me, your tight little pussy stretched out and pleading for more?” Jungkook leaned forward, breathing into your face, growling whisper against your lips. He pinched your nipples and you moaned, wanting to kiss him, but knowing he wasn’t going to let you. He chuckled darkly, seeing your desperation.

“Do you want to be a slave for Jungkookie’s cock, noona?”

Fuuuuuuuck.

Your heart was beating so fast that your breathing was coming out in little gasps as he twisted your nipples harshly, rubbing the tips with his thumb. Your legs shook, threatening to close because the lack of friction was killing you.

“Y-yes, Jungkook, fuck yes.”

He yanked on your nipples and slapped them, making you hiss with pain, flinching as the sting shot up your chest. Jungkook reached into his back pocket and produced the silk neck scarf.

“Keep quiet for me noona or everyone will know how much of a slut you are for me.”

And then he shoved your own scarf into your parted lips, gagging you. Not a second too soon, because, without warning, Jungkook immediately spanked your barely clothed clit. You yelped around the silk, thighs quivering. He gripped one of your thighs, digging his nails into it, tearing the sheer pantyhose a little.

“Don’t move and take it,” he snarled.

Your back arched as Jungkook began to slap your pussy, hard, unforgiving, loud, and making you wetter and wetter, so much so his hand was slipping a little with each smack. You screamed around the scarf, hips trembling as they rose to meet each hit, flaring pain in between your thighs but so, so good. He clenched his jaw, dark eyes on your quickly reddening pussy lips that were sucking your panties deeper and deeper into your slit.

“Fuck,” he growled. “Fuck, you’re so hot and so fucking perfect for me.”

He removed his hand from your thigh and ripped the center seam of your pantyhose apart.

You started, eyes widening as you watched him tear through it, yelling at him through the scarf. You still needed to wear those! The small tears were one thing, but a full-on giant rip at the crotch was not going to be comfortable to wear for the rest of the day.

Jungkook smirked, raising a hand to his ear. “What’s that? Can’t hear you.”

You glared at him and was about to remove the scarf from your mouth to scold him, but his smirk turned into a roguish grin.

“Hm? Slap you harder and abuse your clit?”

You paled.

“My pleasure.”

You threw you head back as Jungkook mercilessly spanked your now only lace-covered clit, impossibly fast, towering over you and hooking his arm under your back, dragging you to him, arching your spine more, more, so your tits were straight up, bouncing right in his face as he changed from smacking your clit to rubbing it just as fast, rougher, so intense you were hoarsely wailing into the gag.

All of a sudden, your orgasm violently rammed into you, pleasure racking your entire body, amplified by stinging pain. Your pussy clenched around nothing, wetly squelching as Jungkook breathed hotly down on your nipples, still rubbing you through your orgasm, not letting up. You shook your head furiously, trying to tell him it was too much, that you were too sensitive, but you didn’t lift your hands to stop him, only spreading your fingers against the table, palms flat as your hips raised to his fingers.

You felt his hair brush against your nipples as he licked your cleavage, smirking up at your face.

“One more and then I’ll fuck you the way I want to, noona.”

Your legs were losing feeling from how hard you were locking them in place as you felt Jungkook pry your lace panties out of your pussy, shoving them to one side. Oh shit. You moaned as you felt him shove two fingers into you, eyes squeezing shut as he added a third, scissoring them as he smiled cruelly at you, eagerly watching your reaction.

“Such a greedy pussy, sucking in my fingers like this,” Jungkook drawled, your walls clenching around them, feeling every callus and every joint, all the way to his knuckles. “All mine, my beautiful, slutty noona.”

You would have asked Jungkook what the time was if your brain could still function, but your brain timed itself out, because Jungkook was thrusting his fingers into you now, filling you up, and feeding your need and desperation, assaulting your pussy with pleasure. The pain of your stinging, puffy lips rubbing against his hand added to the ecstasy, heightening it, your moaning now unintelligible behind the silk scarf that was saturated with your saliva. The sound was obscene, sloppy smacking sounds of your drenched hole getting pounded into the desk.

You threw your head back and choked out his name around the makeshift gag, throbbing pussy clamping down on his fingers. Thick, viscous liquid gushed out onto his palm, the back of his hand, dripping down to his wrist. It was so intense that your entire body jerked up into Jungkook’s face, hitting him with your tits.

If Jungkook was mad about it, he didn’t show it. He wrenched his slick fingers out and you whined, watching him with glazed eyes as licked them off, ferally growling at your taste. He released your back from his arm and you slid down, laying against the desk, panting.

“You taste extra delicious today, noona,” he chuckled. “Candy always tastes better in cute packaging.”

You barely had time to register that Jungkook had just compared you to a fucking convenience store snack before he yanked down his pants again, whipping out a foil packet and ripping it open. Less than a second and the condom was on, and then Jungkook shoved his cock into you, a startled gasp dying in your very over-used throat.

Jungkook moaned your name above you, softly and lustfully, pulling your hips closer to him so he was all the way inside you. You clenched around his length and he sighed, small smirk on his pink lips, eyelids fluttering.

“You’re going to kill me one day with how perfectly tight you are for me,” he mumbled.

Your eyes found his and he grinned, looking down at you through his lashes, his hair obscuring half his face.

Fuck, you could stare at him all day.

Jungkook placed your legs around his waist, finally letting them rest from the forced spreading. He roughly jerked his hips into yours and you whimpered, nails clawing into the desk. His fingers dug into your hips and he set his jaw, beginning a hard, fast pace, slapping your hips together, fucking you into the desk. It scraped noisily into the floor, but neither of you cared, you abused pussy lips rubbing against his crotch every time his hips met yours, carried to new heights of pain and pleasure, loving every second, every moment of Jungkook using you to chase his own orgasm, his cock swelling and dragging against your tight walls. So much. So full.

You could never be satisfied with another cock.

“Fuck.”

Jungkook hissed, grip on your hips tightening, bruising you with his fingertips.

“Fuck, noona, I love you.”

Your heart stopped.

And then your orgasm crashed down, overtaking you completely, your head smacking the desk and seeing stars, clenching around Jungkook’s cock and pulsating violently around his length, soaking his thighs with your juices, scent so strong you were sure whatever class that was going to use this lecture hall next was going to smell your cum splattering to the floor.

Jungkook gritted his teeth and rammed his hips into you, dragging you down to meet every thrust, intensifying your orgasm, ripping your pantyhose even more. Once, twice, three times, and he groaned, shuddering as he spilled into the condom, cock shivering inside you as he came. You could feel how much it was, pressing against your walls.

His long hair was all over his face, black strands clinging to his tan skin, sweat dripping off his chin, pink lips quivering, dark eyes roaming over your fucked-out form. Panting hard, matching your heavy, grating breaths behind your now saliva-drenched neck scarf. After a long moment, Jungkook reached down and held onto the condom, slowly pulling out of you.

Holy fuck.

Holy fuck.

You reached up with a shaking hand, pulling the silk out of your mouth. It came out in a long strip of fabric, smacking against your cheek as your removed it from your lips.

Holy.

Fuck.

You sat up, your body screaming at you, seeing Jungkook breathing hard, tying up the condom.

“Did you just tell me you love me?”

Jungkook’s ears turned bright red. He chewed on his lip, biting it hard before facing you. Dark brown eyes suddenly vulnerable, scared. It was the most uncharacteristic expression you had ever witnessed on Jeon Jungkook’s chiseled, handsome face.

“Uh… yeah.”

There was a moment where you realized both you two were mostly naked in a random classroom, clothes thrown everywhere, having made a mess once again.

“Sorry,” Jungkook added quickly. “It slipped out.”

You blinked at him. “Why are you apologizing?”

He rubbed his nose, looking away.

“Well… aren’t you just fucking me because you like to be dominated?”

You frowned. “No, I’m fucking you because I’m in love with you.”

You saw Jungkook freeze. He turned his head robotically, eyes wide and doe-like. “R-really?”

You looked down to notice that your heels were on the tile floor. When had you lost those? You grumbled, trying to straighten out your panties and the remains of your pantyhose. It was doomed. You shrugged, dangling your legs over the edge of the desk as you looked back at Jungkook and his surprised expression. You raised an eyebrow.

“Are you really that much of an idiot?” you muttered, your own cheeks burning, letting out a puff of annoyed air. “Yes, I love you. Why else would I tolerate you staring at me like I’m some kind of zoo animal? Why else would I risk getting in trouble by running around like this? Why else would I let you fuck me at school, in the middle of the damn day, again?”

Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck. “Erm… because I’m hot?”

You rubbed your forehead and sighed exasperatedly, standing up, instantly wincing. Jungkook took a step forward to catch you, but he almost tripped on his pants down his ankles. You caught yourself against the desk and raised a hand, shaking your head.

“Pack your damn dick,” you muttered. You yanked your tights down your legs, removing them and balling them up. They were useless now anyway. You found your bra and put it back on as you eyed your chiffon blouse. Good thing it wasn’t ripped. It only took you a moment to slip it back on, rebuttoning it and tucking it into your skirt. You pulled your pencil skirt back down, straightening it, thighs immediately sticking together from your own fluids.

Yup, still no more comfortable than yanking your pants back on after a session with Jungkook.

You noticed him putting his leather jacket back on and picking up the condom wrapper. He took the silk scarf from the table and shoved it in his back pocket. You went back to him to gather your shoes, but he knelt down, holding out your black heels as if you were Cinderella.

“I can just–”

“Step.”

His tone was sharp and you immediately obeyed, raising your foot and stepping into your shoe. First one, then the other. Jungkook stood back up, exhaling a little. You looked up at him. His chocolate eyes flitted about tensely. He opened his mouth to speak.

“Do you… uh…”

You cut him off. “Jungkook, if you cheat on me, I will personally castrate you with a spoon.”

He cringed. “Ouch.”

You took the used condom and the wrapper bits from him, shoving them into your balled-up pantyhose. You marched towards the door confidently, pain shooting throughout your body with every step. Jungkook called after you.

“Your hairpins.”

You turned your head back a little.

“You can drop them off at my apartment later.”

And then you unlocked the door and stepped out of the classroom.

Park Jimin waved at you, grinning. Plump lips curved into a mischievous smile, wearing a denim jacket and jeans. You almost jumped seeing him standing there. What the fuck is with this guy’s timing? He eyed your hand holding your ruined pantyhose and you put it behind your back, glaring at him.

“I told Namjoon you had a lady emergency.” Jimin wiggled his eyebrows at you before holding up your phone and black purse, the belongings you had left in the back room. “You took longer than you should have.”

You felt your ears burn. “Shit. I need to get back.”

“To Jungkook, yeah,” Jimin chimed teasingly, making you glower at him.

Of course. Jungkook had turned Jimin into his scout for your escapades. Fantastic. You suddenly felt a strong presence behind you. The door had opened and Jungkook’s arm snaked around your waist, yanking you possessively to his side. He placed his chin on top of your head, inhaling the scent of your hair.

“You wanna go on a date, noona?” Jungkook purred, his free hand playing with the ends of your disheveled hair.

You pursed your lips. “I have to get back and help Namjoon.”

Jimin waved a hand. “He’ll be fine for one day. Plus, you’re being kidnapped.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but Jungkook slapped his hand over your lips, marching you in the opposite direction of Career Week, Jimin skipping behind you two, cheerfully humming.

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part iv

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masterpost

#jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook smut #bts smut #jungkook x you #jeon jungkook x you #jungkook fanfic

[angelvyxen]

“𝐈’𝐦 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲.”

In which you’re Melo’s best friend & ex he’s not over

“What do you think of this?” You asked Melo as you turned around. He was laying back on your bed, scrolling through his phone. He moved his phone to the side and peeked over at you, “It’s straight.”

“It’s straight?”

“Yea, you look good.” He nodded.

You huffed and made your way towards your closet to rework your fit for the night again.

“C’mon bruh, I said you look straight! Why you changing again?”

“Because just looking ‘straight’ isn’t good enough. I need to look... I need to look..” you trailed off, looking for a word that encompasses just how much of a bad bitch you wanted to be tonight. "I need to look like City Girl meets Megan the Stallion."

"My nigga, what?"

"Just know I need to look good, Melo. Okay? Reef is going to be there tonight and I need to make sure I have every little bit of his attention."

Melo rolled his eyes from across the room when you mentioned Shareef.

"Man, fuck that nigga." You heard him grumble which made you laugh, asking,

"What do you have against Shareef?"

"I don't have anything against dude."

"Yes, you do. You've been on him since I mentioned I like him." You stepped out of your closet and leaned against the door frame to look him in the eyes.

"He's a bitch." He shrugged before looking back at his phone.

"What do you mean?"

"What I said. He's a bitch and you don't need to be associating with someone like that."

You rolled your eyes, "Negro, please," and stepped back into the closet. “You gotta chill on him.”

“How you Shaq’s son and still ain’t made it to the league yet?”

“He had health issues Melo, you know that. Please don’t go that low just because you don’t like him for no good reason.”

Melo sucked his teeth and leaned back on your bed, focusing back on his phone. “I got numerous good reasons.” He grumbled to himself.

“What was that?” You asked, poking your head out of the closet again.

“Nothing man! Finish getting ready, we late cause of you.”

“Uh huh, whatever.”

You settled for something basic, but cute. A pair of black jeans, your favorite color way of the Jordan 1s Melo had gotten you for Christmas last year and a matching graphic tee with some jewelry to bump up the outfit.

“You look good.” Melo remarked, his eyes following you as he opened the passenger door of his jet black Rolls-Royce Cullinan for you. You were happy you got to spend today with him. Both of your schedules never seemed to align anymore since the season started for him and you started a new job.

“Thank you best friend.” You grinned as you slid into the passenger seat of his car. He shut the door and walked around the car, opening his door and sliding into his own seat.

You held out your hand and he placed his phone in it before starting the car. As he was backing out of the driveway you unlocked his phone and went to his Apple Music. You scrolled through his playlists until you came to your favorite one, ‘Vibes 🥵🤞🏼💕’. You plugged in the aux cord before hitting shuffle and set his phone down. ‘Get you’ by Daniel Caesar started to play a few moments later. Melo raised his brows before a wide smile spread across his face and he said loudly, “Oh say less! Whatchu tryna do?”

“Boy, what are you talking about?” You giggled as you looked at the goofy expression on his face.

“You playing my grown folks music playlist, you tryna start something?” He looked over at you.

“Ew,” you scrunched up your face.

“Man don’t act like you don’t want this body.”

“Boy bye. I would never.”

“Oh word, so you wouldn’t kiss me right now?” He puckered his lips at you.

You shook your head and looked in the other direction, “Nope.”

“Girl stop playing and give me them lips.” He gently gripped your chin, forcing your head to turn and started to lean in close. This wouldn’t be the first time you kissed Melo. The nature of you two’s friendship was different than most. The two of you used to date but decided after a couple months that you’d be better as friends. Since you were already comfortable with one another, doing boyfriend-girlfriend things weren’t awkward. Long hugs, cuddling, and occasional kissing weren’t anything to you when it came to him.

Before both of your lips touched the car jerked to the side which made you realize he was still driving.

“Focus on the road!” You said sharply as the car jerked back to the opposite side, making it centered in the road again. Melo was laughing the entire time and you hit him in his chest, “That wasn’t fucking funny. I’m too young to die.”

“Relax, you still alive. Aren’t you? Always overreacting.”

You rolled your eyes and faced front, crossing your arms over one another.

“Aye,” he reached over and gently flicked your cheek, “Fix your face. The shit isn’t that serious for you to be catching an attitude over.”

You pushed his hand away, keeping your eyes in front of you.

“Cmon man, don’t start this. We were just having a good time.”

You kept quiet and you heard him sigh loudly. A second later you felt a hand on your thigh, rubbing up and down.

“You wanna get some food later?” He asked, knowing that that phrase alone would get your attitude in check.

“What kind?”

“Del Taco?”

You unfolded you arms and Melo laughed, “You so fucking fat.”

“Aht, don’t fuck up nigga. I’ll catch my attitude all over again.”

He nodded, “Heard you. I take it back.”

“As you should.” You said as you picked up your phone to play some games to pass the time. You settled on temple run, tapping your nails against the screen as you waiting for the game to load.

You squealed excitedly when you saw a text from Shareef pop up at the top of your screen. Melo glanced over at you confused as you typed up a response.

“Who you talking to?” He asked, trying to see what was happening on your phone screen.

“Shareef.” You answered and almost instantly heard him suck his teeth. You ignored his clear distaste for your crush and asked, “He asked if I’m sliding through, do you think ‘Yea, can’t wait to see you’ is good or does that make me sound too eager?”

“How about you just don’t text the nigga at all or you text him no and we just don’t go to the party at all.”

“Melo,” you whined, “I really like him, can you set aside the hate you have for him, please? For me?”

“Why do you even like him so much?”

“Well he’s kind,”

“Any one can be ‘kind’. Next.”

“He makes me laugh,”

“That’s not a valid reason. Clowns can do that. Then again, he is a clown ass nigga so,” Melo shrugged his shoulders and you rolled your eyes, deciding to ignore the statement.

“He’s cute,”

“He look like a big toe.”

“Melo! No he does not!”

“Yes he do. And his teeth all crooked. He need some braces. In fact, remind me to give dude my dentist’s number.”

You rolled your eyes and continued to list your reasons,

“He listens to me,”

Melo sucked his teeth, “So I don’t listen to you?”

“Where did you even get that from? See, now you’re just pulling shit out of thin air to be mad about. What is your problem?”

“Nothing. I just think it’s wild how this nigga come into the picture and all of a sudden I’m getting wiped out of it.”

“Melo what are you talking about?”

“So we just about to act like you haven’t been texting or calling me as much? And we finna act like you don’t want to come see me no more cause you’re always with him?”

“That is not true.”

“Yes it is. Wasn’t it just last week I offered to fly you out to Houston to see my game and you said no cause you and that nigga was supposed to be hanging out all weekend?”

“Oh my God, you still mad about that? Grow up.”

“Grow up? So it’s just fuck my feelings now cause he here?”

“How am I supposed to get to know him if I’m always with you?! I can have a life outside of you LaMelo!” You raised your voice slightly as you started to get heated. You didn’t understand why he wasn’t happy for you, he was supposed to be your friend.

“Why do you even want to get to know him! Ain’t shit to know! He don’t do shit, he don’t have shit but his daddy’s money and a fucked up hairline anyways!”

“Okay, now you’re about to get me mad.”

“Oh me talking about your lil boyfriend make you mad? Man fuck him! It’s not like he’s about to wife you no how! He’s probably trying to hit it and quit it, it’s not like you hard to get at.”

You stared at him for a second, wanting to believe that he didn’t just say what he said out of spite of all things.

“Fuck you! Don’t be mad at me because you’re too attached to me to get your own girlfriend!”

“Oh, I’m too attached now? That’s what we going with?”

“Nigga that’s what’s been happening! You’re so jealous you can’t even let me be happy!”

The two of you pulled up in front of the house party and he stopped the car, leaned back in his seat and looked down at you.

“Alright shut the fuck up. You about to get me hot.”

“Now you want to be a pussy when I tell you the truth. Typical.”

“I said shut the fuck up bruh. I’m not tryna get mad at you.”

You turned towards him in your seat, “You know what your problem is? You can’t get over that lil relationship we had. You need to build a bridge and leave that shit in the past, it was never that serious.” You said. Deep down you didn’t mean it but he already took the argument too far by calling you an easy fuck.

His jaw clenched as he ground his teeth behind his closed lips and his brows furrowed ever so slightly, leaving a small crease in his forehead.

“Oh, so now you don’t got shit to say no more?” You questioned, looking up at him.

He picked up his key and phone, opened the door and got out of the car, slamming the door behind him. You watched as he was walked into the party leaving you behind. You blew out some air to calm yourself down before grabbing your things and getting out.

When you walked into the house you couldn’t spot Melo anywhere but your attention was quickly taken away from trying to find him when you felt an arm snake around your waist. You looked up at Shareef, a smile spreading across your face.

“Hey!” You greeted.

“Hey. You look good.” He replied, pulling you into a quick side hug. “Those shoes are fire.”

“Thank you.”

“I didn’t think you were coming still. You read my text and didn’t reply.”

“Oh! My bad I just.. I got distracted on my way here.”

“Uh huh. You came with your boy?” He asked referring to Melo.

“Yeah.”

“He just walked in here looking mad at the world. Y’all had an argument or sum in the car?”

Shareef started to walk you around the house, away from the main party.

“Something like that. We just didn’t see eye to eye on something.. can we not talk about him, I’m here with you right now, I want to focus on you.” You looked up at Shareef, smiling.

For the next couple hours you hung out with Shareef in the backyard by the fire pit. There were a couple chairs set up in a circle around it so the both of you made yourselves welcome. The two of you talked about any and everything, only leaving to go refill your drinks a few times throughout the night.

“So that’s why I decided to do indisciplinary studies instead of just majoring in one thing.”

You nodded as Shareef finished telling you about his college plans. You liked that he was so goal focused and not all of his goals in life pertained to having a career in the nba like his dad.

“So-” you were cut off by the sound of a familiar voice.

“Yo!”

Both you and Shareef turned to be met with his friend Josh Christopher who you’ve only met a handful of times, another 2 friends you didn’t know and.. Melo.. with a girl under his arm. They all had girls with them but Melo stuck out to you the most.

“Y’all mind if we sit?” Josh asked, already picking a chair and sitting down.

“Go ahead.” Reef said and you just smiled politely watching all of them sit and pull the girls they were with into their laps since there weren’t enough chairs.

You crossed your ankles, feeling uncomfortable as Melo took a seat directly across from you. You still felt tense about the argument the two of you had earlier but he didn’t seem to care much anymore as he was feeling up the girl, who wouldn’t stop giggling, in front of you.

Everyone started to talk as a group and you said a few things here and there but mainly kept to yourself.

“So, Reef,” Josh said getting everyone’s attention, “I don’t mean to be nosy or nothing.. but imma be nosy, what’s going on with you and her?” He nodded his head towards you.

“Whatchu mean?” Shareef laughed

“You know what I mean. Is that your girl? Is future Mrs. O’Neil in our presence?”

Shareef looked over at you, “You wanna be future Mrs. O’Neil?” He asked, a wide smile on his face.

You returned the smile and shrugged, “Maybe, maybe not. We’ll see.” You laughed. You managed to catch Melo’s glare as you turned your head. He had completely stopped giving the girl in his lap attention and his eyes were dead set on you as he wore the same expression he did in the car before he stormed out earlier.

You ignored his dirty look and him, looking back at Shareef as the two of you got back into your own conversation.

“Did I already tell you you look good tonight?” He asked as he moved closer to you.

“I believe you did.” You grinned, also moving closer to him. You had already shut Melo out of your mind.

“Well, just to let you know, you look good tonight.” He commented and you responded with a giggle, “Nah, but for real, you look good. I like your makeup and that shiny stuff you got on your lips.”

“My lipgloss?” You questioned, cocking a brow at the fact he acted as though he didn’t know what lipgloss was.

“Mhm. It smells nice. Like strawberries.”

“It’s strawberry flavored. Fun fact.”

“Does it taste like strawberries too?” He was getting very close to your face, you could almost feel his breath against you.

You leaned in, further closing the small gap between you two and whispered, “Find out.”

You were caught of guard when instead of feeling Shareef’s lips against yours you felt yourself getting pulled back and stood up. You looked back as you were quickly being dragged away from the group and of course, Melo was the one pulling you away.

He was facing the house so you couldn’t see his face.

“Melo! Let me go!” You struggled out, trying to yank your arm out of his grip, which only made him hold on tighter.

“Aye!” You looked back at the group, seeing Shareef stand up while everyone else looked amongst themselves in confusion.

Shareef grabbed your free arm making Melo stop and look back at him.

“Whatchu doing bruh? Let her go.” Reef said as he tugged you towards him.

“Imma give you 2 seconds to let go of her before I punch you dead in your shit.”

“I don’t want to fight you. We in public bro, just chill out and let her go.”

“One.”

“I know you her friend and all but you’re overdoing this shit. I know you’re not about to hit me in front of all these-”

Before Shareef could finish his sentence, one of Melo’s fists went flying at his face. Luckily, he dodged it but that didn’t stop Melo from swinging again.

“Melo! Chill out!” You placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back.

“Yo, go talk to your boy. He wildin’.” Shareef had already let you go by now.

“I will. Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be back.” You told him as Melo had already started pulling you away again.

“You won’t.” You heard Melo grumble as he pulled out through the back door of the house.

“Slow down!” You said as he brought you upstairs before opening a door and pushing you inside the room. The door closed and you heard a click as the door locked. He flipped on the light and you could now see he brought you into a bathroom.

You looked back at him, an angry expression on your face. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” He didn’t respond as he backed you up into the counter behind you. He reached behind you and picked up a small towel and then grabbed your face. “What are you-”

“Shut the fuck up. Damn! You talk to much.” He cut you off harshly before starting to roughly wipe the lipgloss off of your lips.

“You got me all the way fucked up right now.” He continued to grumble as he flipped on the tap behind you and wet the towel before bringing it back to your lips and wiping again, “Do it taste like strawberries too? Find out,” he mocked, “I can’t believe your ass.” He grumbled as he continued to wipe.

You pushed his hand away from your mouth, “What is your issue?!”

“Don’t ask me no stupid shit like that. You know exactly what my issue is.”

“No, I don’t. I don’t see why you had to come and embarrass me in front of everyone like that.” You hit his chest which made him take a step back.

“I embarrassed you?” He said shocked, as if he wasn’t the one in the wrong.

“YES!” You said louder than you had intended for it to come out. You almost felt like crying thinking back on what had just taken place. “What is your issue today?! First you basically call me an easy hoe in the car and now this?! Did you even for a second stop to think about my feelings?!”

“No.” He shrugged, “Cause you never thought about mine. And don’t act like you didn’t say some foul shit too. Our relationship ‘was never that serious’ you remember that?”

“You can’t use that against me, you’re the one that started everything. I don’t understand why you can’t just be happy for me.”

“Be happy for you?” He made a face, “How do you expect me to be happy seeing the woman I love move on and rub that shit in my face? You want me to be happy about that? I tried to tolerate it but you want me to keep a straight face and act like it doesn’t bother me when you give another nigga attention the way you use to give me?” He stepped closer to you, now only a few centimeters separated both of your bodies, “You expect me to sit up here with a straight face as you’re about to kiss someone else? I admit, I was wrong for doing that in front of all those people but can you blame me?… I thought I could keep my shit together and be just friends with you but to be honest,”

He he cut himself off and picked you up and placed you on the counter, standing in between your legs and placed both his hands on either side of you before saying, “I didn’t want to break up to begin with. I’m greedy baby. Ion wanna share you with nobody.” His soft lips brushed against yours before capturing them in a warm kiss. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as your arms snaked around his neck.

His lips moved down to your neck, you moaned as you felt his teeth gently bite down on your skin while he kissed and sucked around the area. You already knew he’d leave a hickey. One of his hands started to creep up your shirt, gently tracing your stomach before making its way to your back and unhooked your bra. He pulled away from your neck and pulled your shirt off of you from the bottom, up and discarded it behind him before sliding each of your bra straps off your shoulders and tossing the bra on the floor like he did your shirt.

He placed his lips back on yours as his both of his hands started to fondle your breasts. He lightly squeezed the left one and pinched your right nipple with his other hand which made you squeal. He chuckled into the kiss and did it again, this time pinching both nipples harder than he had before which evoked the same sound from you.

“Be gentle, they’re sensitive.” You mumbled.

“I know,” he mumbled back, repeating the same action again, smiling as he watched you pull away from the kiss, throwing your head back slightly with your eyes shut tightly, “That’s why I like doing it.”

He brought you back into the kiss, moving his hands from your breasts (to your relief) and placed them by your sides. A moment later his hands got busy again, with his right one unzipping your jeans while the left one spread your legs further. His right hand snaked into your pants. You were dripping in anticipation, waiting to feel his fingers stroke your sensitive skin but instead he touched you from outside your panties. You felt his index finger rub your clit through the thin fabric and whimpered out needily, “Melo please,” you said breathlessly, breaking the kiss.

“Please, what?”

“Touch me.” It was torture having his finger so close but feeling so far.

Instead of doing what you asked oh so kindly for he removed his hand and went back to undressing you. He stepped back and grabbed one of your feet, untying one of your sneakers and setting it down on the ground before moving to the other one, untying the laces painfully slow. Once your sneakers were off he grabbed the waistband of your jeans and started to pull the article of clothing off of your legs. Once half your thigh was exposed he bent down and pressed a kiss on one of your thighs. “This was always my favorite part of your body.” He said quietly as he continued to pull your jeans down your legs. He pulled them off the rest of the way and let them fall to the ground after he pulled them off your ankles.

He refocused his attention back on your thighs, pressing a few, scattered, soft kisses on them as he inched back up towards your pussy. He licked your inner thigh, making you shiver before saying, “This,” he took his index finger and pressed it directly against your clit, “Is my second favorite part of you.”

Your hands grabbed the hem of your panties and tried to pull them down but he stopped you, lightly smacking away your hands and stood up straight once more.

“Melo..” you whined as you watched his lips stray farther and farther away from your pussy.

“Uh uh, no whining, you fucked up yourself.” He leaned in close, “What’s my one rule when we making love?”

“Not to touch myself.” You replied quietly, “But you were teasing.”

“That don’t matter my love.” He pecked your lips, “A rule is a rule.”

He pulled away and took off his shirt. You watched as his tanned abs and then his number 1 tattoo on his chest were exposed. He dropped his shirt on the ground and you took in his appearance for a second. His gold chains were shining under the light. You watched as he slipped off his shoes and then took a step back before waving you over and then pointing a finger down on the ground. You slid off the counter and got your knees in front of him. No words needed to be said, you knew what he wanted. You slid his slim-fit sweatpants down his legs. He made it easier for you by kicking them off his ankles.

You reached up, your hands feeling the bulge in his underwear. You looked up into his eyes, putting on your most innocent look face as your lips pressed against his tip through the fabric before you lightly drug your tongue against it. You could feel his hard on strain against the fabric as you did so. You, wanting him in your mouth already and too eager to continue teasing, pulled his underwear down his legs. His dick sprung out, almost hitting his stomach.

Your mouth hung open slightly as your eyes focused on all maybe 8 or 9 inches of his length. It throbbed slightly, some precum leaking out of the tip and down the base. Melo grabbed the base of his dick and guided it towards your lips, only needing to say “Open,” before you parted your lips and let him push each inch into your mouth.

You bobbed your head, guiding your tongue all along his length, outlining each vein, before moving it back to the tip, swirling it around. “Fuck,” he rasped out as his hands tangled in your hair, giving him a good grip on your head. He tried to push more of himself into your mouth but you stopped him, pulling back. “It can’t fit all in my mouth,” you said, using the time his dick was out of your mouth to catch your breath. “We’ll make it fit down your throat then.” He said as he pushed his shaft back into your mouth. When you felt his tip hit the back of your throat you gagged loudly to which he instructed, “Relax. Relax your throat.”

You did as he said, relaxing the best you could as you felt the tip of his dick move past the back of your throat and downward. You watched as each inch disappeared and your nose pressed against his stomach. “Good girl,” you heard him remark in a breathy moan. He pulled back again to let you breath before pushing his entire length down your throat once more. He got into rhythm, fucking your throat and guiding your head. It got sloppy quick, saliva dripping off of his dick and onto the floor and onto the both of you in the process. He thrusted down your throat one last time before cumming with a loud moan. You nearly choked as he came ropes down your throat without warning but somehow survived it without one gag. He pulled his saliva coated dick out of your mouth with a satisfied sigh and you swallowed the left over cum and saliva in your mouth.

He scooped you up and you felt yourself being set back on the counter. To your surprise he kissed you, rolling his tongue against yours as he slipped off your panties. Your juices had leaked through them and were starting to come down your legs. Something about sucking dick made you so horny. Melo’s head dipped down but you grabbed it, saying, “Just fuck me.” You didn’t even want head anymore. He did as you wanted, pressing his tip against your entrance before pushing in each inch of his dick slowly. You let out a satisfied moan, enjoying the feeling of having him back inside you after so long. He placed his head in the crook of your neck as his dick bottomed out inside you and you gripped his shoulders. You felt his lips brush against your ear before hearing, “It feels so good to be in my pussy again,” before he pulled out and thrust back in roughly, “And no other nigga better have been in it.” You let out a moan in response while shaking your head.

He fucked you like a mad man, thrusting in out of you faster and harder than you could comprehend. Your eyes started to subconsciously roll to the back of your head and your mouth hung open as a trail of endless moans left your lips. “You feel so good,” he whispered in your ear which set you off. You cleaned around his shaft, your nails gripped his back tighter and you started to cum all over his dick to which he responded with a groan saying, “You don’t know how good that feels,”

He fucked you on the counter for a few more minutes before you felt yourself getting picked up. Without missing a beat, or pulling out of you he switched your position, having you now bent over the counter. He gave your head him towards the mirror, “I want you to watch while we make love.” He leaned in close, switching the pass or his thrusts. “How does it feel?” He asked as he placed a kiss on your neck.

“I-it feels..” you struggled to get out, trying to keep your head up like he wanted.

The kisses moved from your neck to your cheek, “How it feel baby, talk to me.”

“It feels good.” You moaned out, “It feels so good daddy.”

“There you go,” he said as his thrusts picked up again. You let out another embarrassingly loud moan when you felt his fingers rub your very sensitive clit and he asked, “You love me? Hm?” Before feeling a kiss on your shoulder blade.

“Yes baby, oh my god, I love you so muchhh.”

He chuckled before using his free hand to face your face towards him. He pressed his lips against yours, trying to give you a kiss but you were moaning too much to kiss him back. He faced your head back towards the mirror, “You not letting no nigga take my place again, right?”

“Noo, never again,” you replied breathlessly before letting out another loud moan as you came everywhere once again.

“Good.” He placed a small peck on your cheek and let go of your head and moved his other hand from your pussy. He then gripped both of your arms and held them behind your back as he stood up straight and fucked you mercilessly.

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I didn’t think I’d finish this today, but here I am, hours later lmao. I hope you all enjoyed. People have been asking me to do an imagine where Melo likes his best friend and they have sex for so long lmao so I hope this satisfied those anons.

Side note: imagine Melo telling you he doesn’t want to share you with nobody else but himself 😩

Please excuse any errors. I’m tired lol.

#dipsangelss #meloimagine #everything #softmelo

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give us a random headcanon go 👀

UHM OK

So

This got long and kind of angsty I’m SORRY-

Axel and Mark are brothers. Axel’s older than mark by a fairly big margin so he offers that good ol’ elder brother wisdom™️ and Mark isn’t always here for it.

Axel’s had to drag mark out of parties more times than he can count, some because he was worried about his lil bro, some because he wasn’t answering moms texts and axel wasn’t about to let him make their momma feel bad.

Like this one time, their mom was punishing Mark for being completely shitfaced and missing something for their grampa, and Mark straight up snuck out of his room, no note, no regards, nothing, and with his mom fearing the absolute worst, that she’d lost her son, her baby, Axel quickly tracked down his brother and hauled his drunk ass right back home, speeding so fast mark was puking in the truck, yelling at him so bad mark pouted, and by the time they got home his brother was just a needy, scolded mess, and their mom was all over him, taking care of him and letting him puke and whine about his tummyache, and if she needed Axel to get anything, he did, not questions asked.

When mark was going through his first serious breakup, Axel really stepped forwards to work him back to normal, doing things with him other than just drinking the problems away like his friends wanted to. They went to cheap bowling alleys and drank cheap beer, they would drive around at 2 am, blasting music as they passed a joint, and it was probably the first real time- like honest, true, raw- that Mark learned it was okay to be a man and cry. He was hitting Axel, screaming and telling him she was every terrible name under the sun and that Axel had no idea what the fuck Mark went through to try to keep her happy.

When Axel pulled over, he shoved Mark back a little, just enough to straighten him back, telling him to stop being a pussy and just embrace it. She was gone. She was no good for him, and she was gone. She broke his heart, it was okay to be sad, and Mark wore his vocal chords raw with his sobs and shrieks of despair. “Why doesn’t she fucking want me, Axe? What’s wrong with me?”

“Nothing, dude,” he promises over his brothers tears. “You’re at a stupid age where love doesnt mean shit to nobody. Fuck, I am too. But right now, you’re sad because you’re alone, and one day you’re going to find someone, and they’re going to make you fear a lot of things more important than just ‘being alone.’ Trust me dude. You’re too fucking young to get that.”

They don’t talk about that night often. Axel’s jacket collar had been permanently ruined from Mark’s tears and hot breath against the leather, but from then on, instead of just getting drunk off his rocker when he was sad, he’d just find Axel and cry it out.

Their dad passed away when Mark was young, and their mom never really recovered from it. Because of this, Axel really took the role of being momma’s fix-it man, getting an under-the-table job when he was young and making sure Mark had snacks and lunches while their mom took care of the house. When momma Cluney eventually remarried, she never ceased to thank Axel for all he did, and it always put Mark in a weird feeling. Not that he wasn’t grateful beyond words, he just always felt bad that Axel had to go through that at such a young age.

“You were in Kindergarten,” Axel says cooly, passing his brother a beer. “What were you going to do, sell dunk-a-roos for cold, hard cash?”

“I could’ve done more,” he mumbles, taking a long sip of his drink. “Like... I could’ve been more grateful for the toys and the lunch money.”

Axel chuckles and reaches over to ruffle Mark’s hair, “hey; you were fed. You didn’t give mom too much shit. And on your birthday, you got the Power-Ranger toys you wanted. You were grateful. You just didn’t get why you had to wait until your birthday.”

Mark snorts and shoves Axel’s hand away, sighing softly, “I wish I knew him, dude..”

“You look just like him.”

“What was he like?”

Axel hums and leans back in his seat, fingers swirling the lip of his beer bottle, “I remember when I was nine, I told him I was going to run away. Go live in the treehouse of our old house.” He paused to smirk, “bastard made me a lunch box with two peanut butter sandwiches, a bag of barbecue chips and a juice box and said ‘good for you! You’re a man now, do what you gotta do!’ I never made it off of the porch.”

Mark snickers and they get real quiet. “I miss him,” he admits. “I don’t remember him... but I miss him.”

Axel hums again, “he was moms great love. Never laid a hand on us, nor her. He was a good man.”

Mark raises his bottle to his brother, “you’re a good man too, dude.”

“Believe me, mark,” Axel chuckles sadly. “I’m only a quarter of the man he was.”

On a lighter note, Axel taught Mark to drive. He filled his truck with gas, drove them both out to the city limits, butt-fuck no where, with a bag of fast food and his gps.

“Okay,” Axel hums. “Get out.”

“Excuse me?”

Axel pulled the keys out of the ignition and tossed them to his brother, “you’re driving us back home. Oh, and to CVS, mom needs sugar and milk.”

And with those buggy green eyes, Mark just completely stares at Axel, freaked out and worried (mostly because Axel’s truck is his baby, and Axel was levelheaded enough at all times to hide a body if need be), so with a reassuring smile, axel slips out of the driver side, gesturing mark to slide over the bench-seat, and he slowly walked Mark through the process of starting the car and driving back home.

He hit a curb. And ran a stop-light. Nearly hit a squirrel, but never once did axel raise his voice to him. He would simply tell him it was alright and that “it doesn’t have to be perfect; I just want you to get us home.”

When they finally pull in a few hours later, Mark was so terrified Axel would tell their mom everything, but axel just shook his head. “If I wanted you to be perfect, I wouldn’t have just thrown you into traffic; I wanted to make sure you could drive if I wasn’t around and mom needed you. You got home. We’re alive. Tomorrow, if you’re feeling easy, we’ll go to a parking lot or something. But you did fine.” He smiles and leaves the truck, “but don’t puke in the truck; do it in the front yard, please.”

Which. Mark obeys.

Whenever Mark’s birthday rolls around, Axel drives them up to an old lake house their great-grandparents built, only bringing some clothes, booze and a gas can to get in and out of town, and they fish, make s’mores, and just be kids again. Again, Mark is much younger than Axel, so all the memories Axel has here, Mark doesn’t, so he wants him to enjoy the young years of his life that Axel really couldn’t.

Sometimes, if they’re bold, they’ll bring whoever they’re dating or smashing, but they’ve found it’s better to just have a guys weekend away, only them two in the middle of the woods, with only the fish in the lake to keep them company.

“So you had a treehouse and a fuckin’ cabin before I came along?” Mark asks by the fire, marshmallow clinging to his face childishly. Axel snorts, “dude I haven’t had a birthday party since I was seven, then you showed up.”

“Oh I’m sooo sorry,” Mark sings, rolling his eyes and plopping the last of his s’more in his mouth. Axel sighs dramatically, “don’t be. You made mom happy,” he pats his brother on the shoulder. “And she said I wasn’t allowed to try and return you anymore, so.”

Mark laughs before his brows furrowed, “anymore?”

Axel smirks. “Why do you think you’re so claustrophobic now, Markie?”

“The fuck did you do to me?”

“Shoved you in a box and left you outside.”

“You WHAT.”

“Three times.”

They bicker. They fight. But they’d fucking die for each other. As they got older, they really became best friends and Mark is open to that fact.

In fact, for Axel’s birthday, Mark got his hands on a pikachu doll from the 90’s that Axel was dying to have a kid but couldn’t get because he had to help his mom take care of mark, but every now and again he brought it up to joke.

Mark could tell that, even as an adult, he still wanted that pikachu toy because he wouldn’t shut up about it, so he finally saved up and got it ($150 mint-condition his asshole), and when Axel opened it on his birthday, there was not a dry eye from anyone except Mark.

Big, green eyes flip from the toy to Mark, jaw dropped in surprise and just completely at a loss for words. Mark grins, “now you can shut up about it; you own it. Live your Ash Katchum dreams, freak.”

Axel laughs around his cries, a tattooed hand coming up to stop himself. He wastes no time in stalking his way over to his brother, pulling him in for a tight hug while the younger just hugs him back, still smiling before shoving him off when people tried to get pictures.

“Cant have people who get our Christmas card think I like you or anything,” he snorts, making Axel laugh again before going back to his seat to finish his gifts, but everyone (including himself) knew that Mark won that year.

The first time Axel brings someone home, they’re a guy. Their mom was chillin, she had no problems with it (though she didn’t really expect Morgan to necessarily be a man), Mark was pretty confused. Like, sure Axel always had friends over, but they were never cuddly and touchy before, and it made Mark really curious.

He probably brings it up on one of their fishing trips years later, and axel barely has any clue what he’s talking about at first.

“You seriously don’t remember Morgan?” Mark asks in disbelief. “Like, how do I, but you don’t?”

“I’ve been with a lot of people,” Axel shrugs. Then, he tenses up and a slow grin spreads across his face, “oh. Morgan.”

“Yes! Morgan, the first person you ever brought home!”

“They’re not Morgan anymore,” Axel recalls. “Well, to me anyways. After we broke up, they became she, and her name is Bella. We’re still close, she’s just not Morgan anymore.”

“So... are you... like...?”

Axel smirks, “I’m nothing, dude. No skin off my ass for labels. If you learn anything from me, Markie boy,” he turns to his brother, “do what makes you happy. Love who the hell you want. Mom’s going to love you. I’m gonna love you. And fuck anyone who tells you you can’t.”

“I think I’m straight.”

Axel chuckles. “You’ve just never pursued anyone who hasn’t gone after you; just so happens only women have gone after you.”

Mark frowns and sinks lower in his seat, “do you think... not-straight-guys are afraid of me?”

“I think they’re afraid of your frat-boy-fuck-buddies who tease someone for having any sort of human emotions,” Axel says nonchalantly. “I’ve taught you enough about treating people with respect, your friends don’t have the same drive you do.”

Which brings me to my next point

Axel ABSOLUTELY taught Mark about the birds and the bees.

He drove them both around town not long after Mark turned 14, and he parked at their town’s high school and just... talked about sex. What happens, how does it feel, etc..

“You need to listen to her, Mark,” he says sternly. “The minute you hear a “no,” you fucking stop. The minute you hear a ‘I don’t want to,’ you stop. I don’t care if you’re balls deep inside of her, you slip out, tuck yourself away and apologize for making her uncomfortable.”

“But what if-“

“No.”

That’s the basics; like what happens when you have sex, what how to use protection, and the importance of consent. A while later, once Mark starts going to parties, he drives them out again, only this time to talk about when she says “yes.”

“You gotta work her up,” Axel hums, cigarette low on his lips. “Her body will let you know when she’s ready. If you go in dry, you’re going to hurt her.”

“How do I like... do that?”

Axel smirks, “play with her a little. Kiss her nice and slow... let your hands paw and squeeze, let her moan a little, let her purr... I’ve been with a few girls who like being tickled and picked up, some girls like it more rough and playful too, a smack on the ass, a few bites on their neck-“

“How will I know?” Mark squeaks. “If she like... likes what I’m doing.”

Once again, Axel grins, “believe me, Markie boy- you’ll know.”

Sjfhvdgbgh I WANT MORE, MY BOYS🥺🥺

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[kpop---scenarios]

Good Enough

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader 

Genre: Idol! AU 

Warning: Smut, Mention of Domestic Violence, Miscarriage, Angst, Fluff 

Word Count: 15.4k 

Summary: Ayn (another y/n) and her friends meet Super M from a contest they win. She's a bit of a disaster but he doesn't care. Even when life tries to keep them apart, it never works. 

“I’m sorry…,”you whispered to the man who was supposed to love you, who was carelessly and harshly dragging you along the path to your apartment. You would think by now you would know your limits with alcohol, the one thing you had a love-hate relationship with, but instead you hate yourself every time you get as drunk as you currently were. You should not have drank as much as you did, is what you tell yourself, again. Everytime. You knew it as always. Your body knew it and hated you for it, and so did your equally unimpressed fiance. "I can't do this anymore," he grunts carrying you into your apartment and down the short hall to the bedroom. Soyoung lets out a loud sigh, a sound of frustration and annoyance flying from his tongue, as he practically shoves you on your bed. His tall body, moving quicker than your eyes can in the dark of the room, you watch dizzily as he opens drawers and your bathroom briefly grabs something else, before coming back to stand over you. "Did you hear me?" Grabbing your cheeks and squeezing with one hand the other painfully grasping a breast, making you gasp,  before grabbing some stuff from your bedside table. "I'm done." He finishes, walking out of your apartment, slamming the door and leaving your very drunk self to pass out. You wanted to follow him, ask him what you had done wrong now. You were trying to cope, was that so wrong? You wanted to move but your body wouldn't let you, you were frozen to your bed in an unimaginable state of drunken paralysis. Thankfully all the thoughts drowning you shushed your mind to sleep. Before you knew it, a persistent old-fashioned alarm eventually registered, blaring through your ears. You rolled over in your bed, feeling your dress from the night before twist around you, making you frown in confusion. Usually, a night out of drinking with Soyoung leaves you naked and most times sore in the right spot, sometimes pleasantly so, sometimes not. Shutting the alarm on your phone off, you sent a dreary voice message to your fiance sweetly begging for medicine and his special hangover soup. You desperately needed it. You really shouldn't have drank so much, again. Laying back down, phone tossed to the side, you take several slow deep breaths, trying to not throw up the unfortunate amount of tequila you drank last night. Closing your eyes against the dim light in the room, a flash of memory hits you making you touch your jaw knowing that all the pain isn’t from alcohol this time. You struggle to hear the words he spit at you last night in your head, something important, but you just couldn't remember as you drift back to sleep. Ding Your phone wakes you up. Groggily, you grab your phone, checking your conversation with Soyoung, and he's read your message but the reply wasn't from him. Maybe he was on his way? Going to your other conversations, you see it's your group chat with your three best friends. Beth, Maggie and Lisa. [2:43pm] Beth: I can't breathe. Everything smells like Tequila. I want to die. [2:45pm] Maggie: Did I break my foot? Cause it kinda feels like I did. Fuck. [2:49pm] Lisa: So round two tonight!? Let's get ready to paaaarttyyyyyyyy. [2:54pm] Beth: Are you insane? I'm crying tequila tears right now. I cannot [2:56pm] You: Don't be a pussy Bethy. Let's do it [3:01pm] Maggie: I mean.. i'm in [3:05pm] Beth: Fine. But I'm not drinking [3:09pm] Lisa: The fuck you're not. I will drown you in a bowl of Tequila beth. Try me. You knew you could always count on your girls. With a smile on your face, you text your fiance again, letting him know you were going out again tonight, and asked him if he wanted to come out with you guys. Usually when you message Soyoung, it wasn't long before he replied, but now you had been waiting two hours and that was so unlike him. But you weren't going to be that fiancee, you figured he was probably busy with something, even though the nagging feeling in your stomach was telling you otherwise. ** That night as you continued to drown your sorrows in liquor, again, your mind lingered on the fact that you still haven't heard from the person who was supposed to love you and be there for you. The person who was supposed to be your person but wasn't. Thinking back to the voicemail you’d left, well voicemails, plural. And thinking on the obvious smudges on your breast and face, that you’d gotten too used to covering up.   "You okay?" Maggie asks you, taking a sip of her drink. "Yeah girl. All good," you say forcing a smile. You weren't okay; not even close and drinking was the only way you knew how to cope and there was a lot you needed to deal with but couldn't. You weren't mentally strong enough at the moment. You struggled internally with whether or not to unload everything on your friends, but you knew they had their own shit to deal with. You couldn't do that to them. "Come on," Beth slurred, slapping at the bar to get the bartender's attention. "Let’s close out and go! Next bar, up!" "Thought you weren't drinking tonight, Beth?" You slur, a knowing smile on your face. "Fuck off." She spits, placing a hundred dollar bill on the counter to cover everyone's drinks. Something the four of you often did. Someone would pay at one bar while another would pay at the next. The four of you finished your drinks, giggling as you walked out of the bar, walking to the next one. While three of you gossip, Beth lags behind, gasping at her phone. "What the fuck are tou foing," You slur, fumblimg your words and stopping the group. "Just shut up and keep walkin," she shoos you away, not looking up from her phone. Minutes later, you reach the next bar, Beth puts her phone away while she has a concerning smirk on her face. Do you confront her or ignore it? You choose to ignore, not wanting whatever it was to possibly ruin the night for everyone. Whatever your uwu girl was up to couldn’t be that bad. Beth wasn't one to stir up trouble or cause a scene. If anything, she likely ordered some more candles from Etsy. You all spent the rest of the night getting drunk and dancing on each other, without a care in the world.   Sunday morning you wake up, smelling Tequila everywhere. It was seeping through your pores. Your heart sunk, still no word from Soyoung. So you try to call him again. No answer. You tried again, and again no answer. You didn't understand. What did you do that was so wrong? You spent the entire day going through everything, old texts, playing in person conversations in your head,  trying to figure out how you might have fucked up in the last month or so, but nothing came to mind. So now the question you had was, what the fuck was his issue? You knew he didn’t like you showing up at his home unannounced, but at the same time this was past petty. The thought of calling his mother, who did not bother to hide her hate for you physically made you ill, you let your finger hover over her contact a little longer before closing the phone. You tossed it to the other side of your sofa, decisively picking up the remote to look for a movie to watch. Fuck him, you decide, just fuck him. ** After you had finished work on Monday, you still hadn't heard from him. When you woke up on Tuesday, again there was nothing. Everytime you called you were either sent straight to voice-mail or he just didn't answer. By the 3 week mark, you felt as though you might not even be together anymore. Three months later, you had heard nothing from him until your neighbour who was getting her mail had let you know he was out of town filming for a movie. She thought it was quite weird that you didn't know, and honestly, you thought the same but you weren't at all surprised, given Soyoung's past with you. Later that night, you had found out that night that when Beth was intensely looking at her phone, she had been entering a meet and greet with Super M, the band that the four of you were obsessed with. When she had gotten into the top five, she sent a video explaining who she would bring and why, and apparently they liked the way she represented you guys and how real you sounded. She should have told them you were all psychotic and loud because Super M was going to be in for a wild ride. At the four month mark, you still had not heard from him, and actively decided you were single. You took your ring off, leaving it on your bedside table. You didn't know why you tortured yourself like that, maybe you hoped he would walk through your door again one day, telling you that something had happened and he says so sorry before telling you how much he loved you, and would slide that ring back on your finger, telling you that's where it belonged and to never take it off again. Wishful thinking on your part. ** Finally Friday had rolled around, the night you were going to meet Super M. You had a hard time containing your excitement. All day you were a giddy mess, acting like a child who had gotten up early on Christmas morning to find a shit ton of presents. Friday afternoon, you had left work early to make sure you had ample time to get ready for meeting Super M. You unlock the door to your apartment, and walk in, being met with the face of your fiance, or the man who was now your ex. "Soyoung.. you're back?" You whisper, dropping your purse to the floor. "No I'm not. Just wanted to grab a few things.. and my ring." He says, sliding the ring off of your bedside table, and putting it in his pocket. "You're.. what is going on? Where have you been? Why did you leave? I thought we were happy?" You say. "Us? Happy? You're delusional." He laughs. "What? "I ended things four months ago." He deapans, hands in pockets with his feet braced apart. "Well thanks for telling me!" You yell, heart racing. "I did,"He shouts back. "Do you remember the night I dragged your drunk, embarrassing ass back home?" "No.. I had been drinking." You say, your chest tightening at the hurtful words you knew were going to come next. "Yeah you had, like usual. I ended things that night. I'm done. I have an important reputation to uphold and protect, and frankly your alcoholic, large self doesn't fit into it." He sneers. "Not to mention the vast difference in our status. Do you know what it's like being an actor with chances and then having an alcoholic teacher as my fiance? Fucking disaster." "I was coping. The loss of our baby was hard on me." You whisper, as it gets harder to breathe, tears freely slipping down your face now. "You know I've always wanted to be a mom." "Yeah well you losing our child was the best thing to happen to me. Imagine having a child with a low class whore. I can't believe any school would look at you and think you and that body, which is only good for one thing, should teach someone's kid. The universe knows who should be a mother, and you're not it." He continues as if her defense were nothing. "Also tell your friends that having them text me, asking me to check up on you while I'm out of 'town' is just fucking embarrassing." He finishes, sliding the ring into his pocket, and picking up his box before leaving. Tears fall from your face as what he said replays through your head, making you feel even worse. You didn't think that stuff like that was important, so it hadn't occurred to you that he thought that way. He had never mentioned anything to you, or brought it up, at least in so many words. Flashbacks play through yohr head, things he said during sex which should have set off some flags. "Fucking whore. You like getting your pussy rammed by a higher class man?" "Take that dick like the dirty low level slut you are." Did they make you uncomfortable? Sure, a bit but he had always been into dirty talk, so you chalked it up to that. Great to know he was being serious. Why did he have to show up tonight all night? The night that you get to meet one of your favorite bands, and your ultimate bias, Baekhyun. You couldn't look like a wreck tonight, so you dried your tears, took a few shots and put on your favorite song and started doing your makeup. ** A few hours after you were drunk and ready to go. A car outside beeped a few times, letting you know your friends were here. You locked your door, making sure to hold onto the railing as you walked down the stairs, not wanting to trip and fall. "Ladiessss." You slur, getting into the car, throwing your head back on the seat. "Let's go." "What happened?" Maggie asked, turning her head from the passenger seat to face you. "Apparently." You begin, clearing your throat. "Soyoung broke up with me when I was drunk four months ago and I don't remember, I'm in such a lower class than him and that's why I miscarried 5 months ago. Also that I'm a fat whore." You sniffle. Your lips begin to quiver as you remember the words again. You didn't want to cry, you couldn't but fuck it still hurt. "What the fuck." All the girls say in unison. "I've always hated him." Maggie spits. "Seconded." Beth yells. "Third..ed." Lisa partially answers, not knowing if that's a word or not. "Thirded is not a word, but thank you." You laugh as Lisa pulls you in for a hug. "We can cancel with Super M." Beth suggests. "Don't be dumb! Cancel on Super M? Who are you!?" You yell. "We don't cancel on kings. I'll be fine." You finish, taking a deep breath to shake off the sadness. "Are you sure?" Lisa asks, looking nervous that you might actually say yes. "Oh my god, no. We're not canceling." You laugh. "Lets go. I need a good distraction." 20 minutes later, the four of you sit outside the restaurant taking deep breaths. "I'm going to faint." Beth states, fanning herself with her hand. "Fucking Taeyong and Kai.." "Im going to meet Mark and Lucas." Lisa squeals. "Taemin, and Ten, my babies." Maggie groans. "And I'm going to meet Baekhyun. The only man I need." You say, a weird smile appearing on your face. "Fix that." Maggie says, pointing to your mouth. "You are not entering that restaurant looking like you're hiding a gun inside your vag, okay? Serial killer looks stay in the car please." She finishes, opening her door and adjusting her dress. "Less creepy. Got it." You say, hopefully smiling like a normal person. The four of you walk away from the car, your hands shaking as you make your way closer to the door. You felt like your heart might just drop right out of your ass when you walked through the doors. "We're here for the Super M meet and greet." Beth says, showing the man the confirmation. "Right this way." He says, motioning for the four of you to follow him to a private room. Whenever someone had told you they almost died when meeting their favorite celebrity, you never understood. Until today. When you walked in the room, all the guys were sitting at a table, four spots between them opened. Lisa sat in between Mark and Lucas, Maggie in between Taemin and Ten, Beth between Taeyong and Kai, while you sat beside Baekhyun with no one else on your other side. But you didn't care. Yes you loved the whole group, but Baekhyun was your one and you were in heaven. "Hi, im Baekhyun." He says with a gorgeous smile, holding out his hand. "Oh I know. I'm Ayn." You smile, shaking his hand. It was no surprise that it was soft to the touch. "Would you like a drink?" Baekhyun smiles, his eyes never leaving you. Call it crazy, but you absolutely felt something between him and you, and you could tell that he felt it too. "Tequila please." You laugh. "A Tequila fan? My kind of girl." Baekhyun smiles, waving over the waiter. Over the next few hours, you and Baekhyun talked about everything while the two of you took more shots. He asked you about your job, family, friends, ambitions, passions, everything. But you should have known not to drink too much, in order to not embarrass yourself in front of Baekhyun, but when he asked you if you were seeing anyone, you lost it. "I was engaged, but he dumped me when i was drunk, ghosted me for 4 months, told me I was a low class whore who basically deserved to miscarry and that I was fat." You sob. Everyone sits there stunned, mouths hanging open as you sob into a napkin that Baekhyun had given to you. "What an asshole." Baekhyun declares. "Like literally, I want to fuck him up. Who does he think he is? You are beautiful and I'm so sorry for your loss, you didn't deserve that. Where is he? Can I please beat the fuck out of him?" Baekhyun asks, rolling up his sleeves. "You're sweet." You giggle. "Honestly yes, you can beat him up. I hate him." "What's his name?" Baekhyun asks. "Kim Soyoung." You scoff. "That piece of shit!?" Mark asks from across the table. "Man we hate that guy already." Lucas mumbles. "Well there we go, now I have more of a reason to shit kick him." Baekhyun smiles. "But seriously, you're like a 20 out of 10. Stunning." He smiles. Your heart melts as his words replay through your head while he and the others make a plan for the rest of their night. "You guys down to come to the club?" Taemin asks, looking around the table. "Yes!" You all yell out in unison, excited for the next part of the night to begin. As you walk out of the restaurant, you pass through the dining room, where a familiar laugh rings through the room. You look around and see Soyoung sitting there, with a woman sitting across from him. "Wow, Kim Soyoung!" You yell, rage fueling your body with adrenaline. "Already engaged after you only left me 4 months ago?" You ask. "Ayn, stop it." Soyoung hisses. "Who are you?" The woman asks, standing up. When she turned around, your heart sank into your stomach, nausea consuming your body. She was at least 7 months pregnant, wearing your engagement ring. "It's not yours.. is it?" You whisper. "It's only been four months!" You yell. "She's got to be at least 6 or 7 months?" "Im 7 months, and we've been together for 3 years, what are you talking about?" She snaps. Tears fall down your cheeks as you try to piece together what she was saying. So were you the other woman or was she? You were engaged but now you're not, and she was having a baby, and you were not. "She could give me what you clearly couldn't. She's in the same league as me, unlike you. Get over it Ayn, I'm fucking done." "Oh I'm over it. I'm so done with you. Glad a pathetic piece of shit like you is no longer in my life." You say before he cuts you off. "You know what?" He asks, looking around the room. "There's always that one person in a group that doesn't quite fit in, someone they need to make the rest of them look good, that's you and you do a wonderful job at it." He smirks. "You're a miserable person, and a shitty lay. It was hard to feel anything when we fucked, considering you have such a small dick." You smile, Baekhyun grabs you by the wrist to drag you outside while Soyoung shakes with rage. He knew that if you kept going like he thought you would, Soyoung would probably do something that he shouldn't and you'd likely get hurt. "I'm sorry. That just felt so good to say." You tell Baekhyun, now sobering up from all the adrenaline. "It's all good." Baekhyun laughs. "I enjoyed it. Let's get out of here." Everyone climbs in two different vans, preparing to head out of the club. You began climbing when something stopped you and pulled you back out. Turning around you see a still fuming Soyoung, standing there with his fists clenched by his side.   "You think you can just say all that shit in front of my fiance and a room full of strangers and get away with it!?" He yells unclenching to grab the collar of your shirt, pulling you against him. "Why are you letting someone who is in such a low class bother you so much? Mhm? Maybe because you're not as high and mighty as you think you are? You're lower on the totem pole than I am." You whisper. Soyoung shoves you to the ground, raising his fist as if he was about to hit you. "I dare you." You say, knowing he wouldn't. "Hey!" Baekhyun yells, jumping from the van and shoving Soyoung back. "I always knew you were a piece of shit, but now you're an abusive piece of shit? Wow." Baekhyun snaps, staring hard at Soyoung, who sighs before walking away. "You okay?" Baekhyun asks, extending a hand to help you up. "I'm all good." You smile. "You sure?" He asks, making sure. "Positive. Let's party!" You laugh, climbing in the van. "She's amazing." He whispers before climbing in after you. ** Walking into the club, all eyes are on Super M as they glide past the dance floor, all of them looking like angels. They all head for the VIP section, which gives a perfect view of the dance floor. After everything that happened earlier with Soyoung, you were ready to forget everything with a few shots before you got lost on the dance floor. You, Maggie, Beth and Lisa all cheer your shots, each time you take one. After three, and a good song was finally playing, you all head out to the dance floor, finding a spot in the middle with an opening to view the VIP room. Your eyes lock with Baekhyun as you begin circling your hips, shaking your ass while running your hands over your body. You watch as Baekhyun licks his lips, his eyes trailing your body, watching you move so effortlessly. He takes a sip of his drink, his body slouched in his chair with his legs spread wide. You can feel yourself becoming more and more horny as you see the outline of his cock growing in his pants. As you continue dancing, you feel a pair of hands slide around your waist and a body press against you. Still looking at Baekhyun you notice his eyes go dark as he sits up, watching you dance with the strange man. He doesn't know why, but the jealousy he felt was coursing through his body. You break eye contact, turning to look at who you were dancing with and if you knew him. You didn't.  When you looked back towards Baekhyun he was gone. Had he left? Seconds later you feel the man leave from behind you, being replaced by another body. "You're a bad girl." You hear whispered in your ear. Shivers dip down your spine as Baekhyun grabs your wrist, taking you off the dance floor and towards the bathrooms. He pulls you into the men's bathroom, locking the door behind you, his eyes dark and needy. He grips your shoulders, pushing you against the wall, pinning your hands above your head. “If you wanted to make me jealous, it worked. Since the moment I first saw you tonight, I wanted you." he growled into your ear. His hands reach down to touch your thighs, slipping his fingers under your dress as you spread your legs slightly for him. Baekhyun glides his fingers across your clothed pussy, teasing you. “Please give me more” you whine as you buck your hips towards his already erect cock. “This is going to have to be quick." he smirks, unbuckling his belt and sliding down his pants just enough to allow his cock to spring free. Your mouth watered at the site of Baekhyun's thick and juicy cock. He backs away, letting go of your hands, allowing you to drop to your knees. Your hand barely wraps around his cock, pumping it a few times before you lean in to wrap your lips around it. Just as you reach the tip, a frantic knock comes from the other side of the door. It was Taeyong, and he only had to say one word for Baekhyun to panic and get the two of you out of there. "Saesangs." Baekhyun pulled up his pants, pulling you towards the only window in the bathroom. He sent a quick message to his group chat, letting them know to meet him at the van, asap. "I'm gonna lift you up and the climb up myself." He tells you, looking very serious but you can't help but laugh. "You.. you're going to lift me up? Me?" You giggle. "You're little." "Hey! I have muscles okay? I'm strong. Shut up." He grunts, just barely lifting you. "See." He says, his voice shaky and struggling. "Yeah okay." You huff, climbing through the window. "I can hear you on the struggle bus." You can't hear what Baekhyun's reply was, as you were too busy trying to drop to the ground. "Hurry up." He tells you, watching you dangle from the side of the building. "It's terrifying." You whisper shout. "It's like 4 feet. Get over it." He whispers back to you. "Before I peel your fingers off this ledge." "You do that and I will never give up this pussy." You say, not able to hear his mumbles. Taking a deep breath, you let go, dropping down not very far at all while Baekhyun effortlessly jumps from the window, landing gracefully as usual. Finally you confirmed, he was in fact just CGI and not real at all. There was no way a human could possibly be as perfect as Byun Baekhyun and not be fake. Just wasn't a thing. "Stop staring at me, let's go." He laughs, pulling you towards the van. "Baek we gotta go." Taemin says, rushing him. "Gimme your number, quick." Baekhyun urges. Quickly you write your number on his arm before he climbs into the van. "I'm sorry. I'll text you." He says before the van door closes and they drive off. "What the hell happened?" Maggie asked, walking up to you with Beth and Lisa. "We almost hooked up." You whisper, eyes wide. None of you can believe it, except Lisa. "Well he was watching you all night so I'm not surprised." Lisa tells you, raising her eyebrows. "We'll meet tomorrow for breakfast?" Beth asks the group. You all agree before going your separate ways to head home. Tonight had been a night that you would honestly remember forever. You really didn't have any expectations of Baekhyun to text you. He was a huge celebrity and you were, well a teacher with an alcohol problem. Not quite the catch you should be. When you finally got home,you stripped down into your underwear, hating yourself for wearing such sexy lingerie that no one got to see. You climb into your bed when your phone dings. A number you don't recognize. [3:08am] 4739272943: Hey, I had a great time tonight.. did you make it home? The smile on your face widened. You quickly added his number to your contacts before replying. [3:12am] You: I did, thanks for asking. I'm snuggled warm in my bed. [3:15am] Baekhyun ♡: I wish I was your blanket. Damn. I can't stop thinking about what happened in the bathroom [3:17am] You: Me either. I was excited. [3:19am] Baekhyun ♡: My cock is so fucking hard [3:22am] You: can i come over? [3:25am] Baekhyun ♡: (address) You crawled out of your bed and ran to your closet, putting on a trench coat over your sexy lingerie, and a pair of sexy heels. You rush down the stairs of your building, standing on the sidewalk to hail down a cab. Once you do, you begin telling the driver the address, double checking your phone to make sure it's correct. Sure it probably looked suspicious that you were going to a hotel at almost 4am, dressed like a hooker but if he knew who you were going to meet, he wouldn't judge. But he probably still would anyways. ** You stand outside the room number Baekhyun had given you, taking a deep breath before knocking lightly on the door. Before you could even knock a second time the door swung open, revealing Baekhyun who grabbed you and pulled you inside. "A trench coat?" He asks, trying to hide the smile on his face. "Why don't you see what's underneath before you judge." You say, glaring at him. Baekhyun reaches forward, unbuttoning a few buttons before you let the coat fall down your body, revealing the sexy lingerie you had on. "Yes, wow, good trench coat." He breathes. Baekhyun takes your hand, pulling you into him before pressing his lips to yours. Immediately you as though you’re melting into his lips. His mouth moves along yours, without any hesitation you open your mouth, just enough to allow him to slide his tongue in.  Every single worry you had quickly disappeared from your head. Every problem, insult, anything was gone. Baekhyun reaches down, placing his hands on the back of your thighs, giving a little push to signal you to jump up. You hesitate a little, but when he pushes even more you know he won't give up, so you jump up, wrapping your thick thighs around his waist. He walks forward and crashes you against the wall, deepening the kiss while pressing his body against yours. He removes your hands from going through his hair, and instead pinning them above your head. He breaks the kiss, placing small kisses along your jawline before moving down to your neck. You pant as he nibbles at your neck. "Do you want me as much as I want you?" He asks, looking you in the eyes. “Even more" you breathe. Baekhyun sets you down, reaching behind you tk unclasp your bra,  your nipples perk as the cold air of his room hits them. Baekhyun bends down slightly, taking a nipple into his mouth, giving it a small tug with his lips. "Fuck." You moan. He smirks as he takes your hand, leading you towards the bed. He lightly pushes your shoulders back, causing you to fall back onto the bed as he stands at the edge. His smile widens as he stares at your thick, beautiful body on display for him, and him only. He climbs on the bed with you, hooking his fingers into your panties, slowly sliding them down your leg. Baekhyun spreads your legs, memorizing every curve and crevice of your body. He licks his lips and smiles as he lays down in between your open legs, your pussy already dripping wet. He lowers his head slowly, spreading your lips open with two fingers before licking a slow strip up, his tongue stopping right above your clit. He moves his it slightly, using the tip to give you a few small kitten licks. Your hands grip the sheet of the bed as you let out a loud moan, your fingers turning white. “Fuck" you cry. It’s been too long since you’ve had someone take care of you. Never having been with anyone since Soyoung. Baekhyun moves his tongue faster, you buck your hips, grinding yourself against his face. “Shit that feels so good" you whine. Baekhyun picks up his pace, moving his tongue in every direction, your orgasm coming fast. “Please don’t stop. Just like that” you groan. Your breath hitches as his hands grip your thighs, steadying himself in-between your legs. “I’m.. I’m gonna cum" you cry, your hands moving from the bed sheets to his head, gathering a handful of hair and gripping it tightly. You move your hips faster, needing to cum now. A few more circles with your hips and you’re met with a delicious release as you cum, a wave of pleasure radiates through your entire body. Baekhyun looks up at you, smirking while he licks your juices from his face. You just lay there attempting to catch your breath as your chest heaves up and down. “Fuck me now” you breathe. Baekhyun's eyes go dark as he stands up off the bed, you maintain eye contact as he strips his shirt off, your mouth practically watering at the sight of his toned stomach. Yout mouth drools again at the sight of his thick cock, standing straight at attention. “It's not going to suck itself” he smirks, looking from his cock to you. A wide grin appears on your face as you sit up and begin to crawl towards him, you lay at the edge of the bed with your head level to his cock and mouth open wide. Baekhyun groans as he slides his cock into your mouth, pushing himself in as far as he can before you wrap your mouth around him. At first he starts out slowly, gently thrusting himself in and out of your mouth. With every pump, his thrusts become harder and faster. Tears begin forming in your eyes as he rams his cock down your throat, it burns, but you love it. “Jesus baby, your mouth feels amazing” he moans, his thrusts becoming sloppy. Almost as quickly as he moaned, he pulled himself out of your mouth, stumbling his way over to the wall. “Are you okay?” you ask, your voice hoarse. “Yeah, I was just close to cumming and I didn’t want to do it yet" he breathes. "You want to cum in my pussy, don't you?" You ask, feeling extra naughty. Baekhyun lets out a deep throaty growl as he stalks back towards you. You scramble to sit on the bed, with your legs clenched, the need for him to be inside of you so strong. “Get up and ride my cock “ he growls. The moment you move, he lays in your spot ready for you to sit on his cock. You move your leg over to one side of him, gripping his cock as you align yourself with him and sink down slowly. You clench yourself around him as you hit the base, your walls stretched. “Your pussy feels even better than your mouth” he grunts. You slowly begin to rock your hips back and forth, getting a rhythm you enjoy. Baekhyun rests his hands on your hips, pushing for you to ride him faster. Your hands reach down to rest on his chest, as you lift your ass up before bringing it back down onto him. After a few minutes you go back to slower thrusts, your clit rubbing perfectly against his pubic bone. Baekhyun sits up, bringing the two of you chest to chest before he slowly brings a hand up your back to grab a chunk of hair and yank your head back, exposing your neck. You let out a small moan as he places soft kisses. He smirks at you before changing his pace and flips you over to your back. He smiles as your legs are in the air and he slowly pumps himself in and out. “Fuck me harder” you beg. “Happily" he says before his face turns from a smile to dark. His thrusts are slow but powerful. He makes you shiver every time he thrusts in, hitting your G spot without a problem. Without a word, his pumps quicken as he consistently rams himself into your dripping pussy. “Play with my clit" you whine. Baekhyun removes a hand from your leg and places it in-between your thighs, spreading your lips and placing his thumb on the exact spot you need it. He begins to  rub as he continues to pound himself into you. “I’m not going to last much longer” he pants, his thrusts becoming sloppy again. “Choke me" you cry out. Baekhyun abandons your other leg, wrapping his large hand around your throat, giving it a tight squeeze. A few more thrusts and circles from his thumb, a stronger orgasm than before washes over you, pulsating through your body, leaving you breathless. A few hard thrusts and a few seconds later Baekhyun cums, soaking your walls with his juices. After milking himself, he half collapses on to you, the two of you breathing heavily. You both chuckle as he pulls out of you, laying his equally as sweaty body next to you. Just as you were about to say something, you're cut off by the sound of knocking on Baekhyun's hotel room door. "Shit." He whispered, looking at you with terrified eyes. He mouthed an apology to you before shoving you off the bed, leaving you naked in between the bed and the wall. "Come in." He says, clearing his throat, making sure he was covered. "Hey Baekhyun.." Lucas begins. "I heard some grunting.. just wanted to make sure you were okay?" He says, looking around the room. "Oh yeah, all good. Just working out." Baekhyun says awkwardly. "Naked. It's my naked workout time. Do you wanna join? We can not be naked. Unless you wanna be naked." He suggests. "Nah, I'm good." Lucas smiles, backing out the door. "Don't forget, flight leaves at 9am." He reminds Baekhyun. But he knew and he was trying to avoid talking about it or bringing it up for as long as he could. Lucas closes the door, and Baekhyun scrambles to the side of the bed you're beside. "Guess I should get going." You say, standing up and searching for your lingerie. "You don't.." Baekhyun begins before you cut him off. "It's fine. I get what this was. It was fun, you have to leave and go back to your life and I'll..go back to whatever mine is." You say. "It's fine. I knew this wouldn't turn into anything.. I mean look at the different worlds." You finish. "Are you done now?" He asks. You nod your head. "Finally. Look, I don't want to stop talking to you, or stop seeing you. I was going to suggest making long distance work until I can come back or you can come out there." He says, pulling his boxers on. "If you want." You stand there in your bra and panties with a giant smile on your face, trying to remain cool. "Yeah sure, I could do that." You say, shrugging your shoulders. "Don't sound so excited about it." He says, rolling his eyes.   The smile never leaves your face as you walk towards him, wrapping your arms around him, as he does you, holding you close for a few minutes. Another knock at his door breaks the two of you apart, knowing he now has to leave. "You go. I'll wait 10 minutes and then leave." You say holding back your tears. Yes you'd only met yesterday but it already felt like you've known him for a lifetime, things with him were just beginning and now they're ending just as fast as they began. "I'll text you." He says, placing a quick kiss on your lips before grabbing his bag and slipping out the door. Your heart sunk into your stomach at the thought of him getting on that plane and going back to Seoul, but you couldn't do anything. You had zero expectations of him texting you, and you sure as shit weren't going to text him first.   Just as you were leaving his room, your phone dings. Your stomach twists and turns with excitement as you see a text from Lisa, telling you where to meet them for breakfast. Thirty minutes later you arrive at the restaurant, after quickly running home to put on some clothes before going. "Why are you so happy?" Beth asks, referring to the giant smile on your face as you sit down next to her. "I'm just in a good mood." You laugh. A very good mood. "Bullshit. What or who did you do?" Maggie asks. "I'm not sure what you could be talking about." You murmur, avoiding eye contact. "You didn't." She gasps. "What?" You ask with an awkward laugh. "You slut!" Lisa screeches, making the other people turn to look at your table. "Oh ky god, what!?" You laugh.   "You and Baekhyun fucked didnt you?" Maggie asks. "When would that have even happened?" You ask, rolling your eyes. "You left us at 230am." She says. "Anytime after that." "I may or may not have gone to his hotel last night.." you pause, pursing your lips while they all sit there mouths hanging open. "Girls.. when I say he's big.. I mean he's biiiig." You smile, your facial expressions showing them exactly how big you meant. "Tell us everything." Lisa laughs. Leaning forward, you start from the beginning at the club, and how neither of you could take your eyes off one another. ** "You weren't naked working out last night, were you?" Kai asks Baekhyun, sitting next to him on the plane. "I was. I rather enjoy doing pilates.. naked." Baekhyun says, clearing his throat. "Really? I didn't know that. I also didn't know that you moaned like a girl when you worked out. Is 'fuck me harder' a part of thr pilates workout?" Kai laughs. "Actually it is." Baekhyun says, trying to keep a straight face. "Look, i don't wanna tell you what to do, Ayn seems like a great girl, but she seems to have a lot of shit going on." Kai says. "Just be careful." "We all have a lot of shit going on. That doesn't mean we're any less deserving of someone to care for us. I know what I'm doing." Baekhyun smiles. "Then I'm happy for you man." Kai smiles, closing his eyes, preparing to sleep for the long flight. ** You waited and waited for a text from Baekhyun, but nothing came. You understood when it was a few days, but after a week, you decided it was exactly what you expected. You had actually believed him when he told you it wasn't just a one night stand for him. When he told you he wanted more, that he would text you and facetime you. You knew people got busy and he was an idol but it didn't take too long to send a text, just a hey, how are you or something like that. The more you stared at your phone the more it made you sad that the last thing he sent to you was the hotel address. At least you would always have that night. Sitting in your bed, your blankets are wrapped around you as you scroll through the saddest sounds on your tiktok, tears welling in your eyes. Fuck this hurt. As you scroll, Maggie's name flashes across your screen in a phone call. "Hello?" You sniffle into the phone. "Come out." She tells you. "Beach day." That perked you up a bit. "Okay. Yes." You say, knowing it would be good for you to get out. You wiggle your way out of your bed, put on your cutest bikini and brush your hair before putting it up in a cute bun. You put on a little sun dress and your flip flops before grabbing a bottle of wine and heading to your car. When you're about twenty minutes away from the beach, your phone dings and since no one else is on the road with you, you decide to check it and see Baekhyun's name at the top of the text. He finally texted you! You smile down at your phone as you read the message. [1:23pm] Baekhyun ♡: Hey beautiful, I'm sorry it took me so long to text. Things have been crazy. But I miss you and I can't wait to see you again. Let's plan something soon, okay? You heart flutters, excitement taking over, until panic rushes in instead. You drop your phone when you hear the honking of another car, not realizing you had drifted into the other lane. Unable to get back into your lane in time, you go the other direction, your car crashing through the metal guard, the sound of metal scraping while you cry, trying to pump your brakes but they're not working. Everything happens so fast, one minute you're happy and driving, the next your car plummets into the water, sinking fast. You struggle to take your seat belt off, while also trying to kick out your windshield or even punch out your driver's side window. You can hear the people above, the people on land screaming and crying, begging someone to help you while you cry out yourself, pleading for someone to come save you but now it's too late, your car is completely submerged in the water. You wish you could breathe but you just keep sinking. Sinking. And sinking. Until the world fades to black. ** Baekhyun has his phone right beside him for the rest of the day as he actively waits for your reply. He saw that you read jt, but maybe you were just busy at the moment and couldn't reply, or maybe you were too busy fangirling to reply. Maybe you fainted? Maybe he took too long to text you? It's not that he didn't want to, but for the last week, from the moment he got off that plane, his schedule had been hectic. He had appearances, promotions, rehearsals, shows, and more. He barely had a moment to sit and breathe, eat or think. He wished he had messaged you sooner, just to let you know he was still thinking about you, that he hadn't forgotten. Great, you probably thought he used you for a one night stand type thing. He debated within himself if he should text you again, or leave it until tomorrow and send another message. Looking over at the clock, he decided that since it was so late he would wait to text you again, hopefully this time yielding a reply from you. ** That next morning he woke up, sending you a good morning text, but it didn't really go through. He thought it was strange that his text was green, but it didn't say not delivered. Maybe your phone was off or you forgot to charge it. [3:48pm August 23rd] Hey.. you're worrying me now. Are you okay? Please.. let me know. [11:54am August 24th] Seriously? Come on Ayn. Something, anything would be fine. He was trying to keep calm, trying to not think that you were ghosting him. But by the second week when none of his green texts turned blue and he hadn't heard anything, he felt like he understood now. You weren't interested anymore. You could have at least had the decency to tell him you weren't interested instead of ghosting him. Three weeks went by. Three weeks of him texting you and receiving nothing, not even a goddamn apology from you. This was it. He was done. He was tired of trying, of keeping his hopes up that maybe, just, maybe you'd message him back. ** Three weeks after the accident, you had finally woken up, and you were okay, for the most part. Your body wasn't like it used to be, considering you had been laying down for the last few weeks. Your muscles were weak, your body was sore, your left leg had a bit of a limp and you felt disgusting. This wasn't you. You weren't the girl who cried over her body, but you didn't recognize yourself anymore. When the doctor suggested you try Physical Therapy you were hesitant but Maggie reassured you that she would be there with you through it all. "My phone?" You ask, a few days later while stretching. "They're going to call me today. They're pretty sure they can back everything up." She tells you. Thank god. And they did. During the next three weeks of your therapy, you had four different tech guys working on your phone, trying to get your messages and contacts back but due to all the water damage, it was taking some time. Seven weeks after the accident, you were finally 98% percent back to your normal self, a few large cuts and bruises that still needed healing but mentally and physically you were feeling okay today. Today was also the day you got your phone back, contacts and messages and all. You couldn't wait, you felt terribly guilty for leaving Baekhyun on read like that for so long. You couldn't wait to message him, tell him everything that happened. You turn your phone on, and everything starts rolling in. Messages from Baekhyun, cute and sweet, and then they get frustrated and annoyed, and then he just gets mad. He goes from wondering if you were okay, to telling you that he thought you were different, to him telling you he thought Kai was right about you, and how he should have stayed away, that maybe you were too damaged for him. And then he's done. Your heart sinks but you can sort of see where he's coming from. You haven't messaged him in so long, but if he claimed to have liked you so much, then why didn't he try to reach out to anyone? Try to find out if something has happened to you? Regardless, you send him a text, trying your best to explain the situation in hopes that he understands. He should, who wouldn't? He didn't believe you? What did he mean he knows the truth? You were so confused. You tried to call him, multiple times but unfortunately for you, he denied your call each time. You got the hint. You weren't go8ng to be pushy with him, but it hurt your heart that he was acting like this. You had really liked him and now it seemed like he just wanted one thing from you that night and had no intentions of actually attempting to make things work with you. Just before you're about to walk away from your phone, it dings again, excitedly you look at it, hoping it Baekhyun but it's not. Instead it's from someone you want nothing to do with, Soyoung. Of course he was trying to get back in your life, unfortunately for him, no amount of apologies was going to work to get you to even talk to him. You had his toxic ass once, you didn't want it again. You'd rather get into another accident than deal with him. You turn on your TV, waiting for your show to come back on when an interesting commercial caught your eye. 'Become a teacher in Seoul. Live in South Korea for a year while you teach English.' This was it. This was your reason, besides trying to talk to Baekhyun for you to finally go to South Korea. 'Call 18004738234 now!' Picking up your cell phone, you dial the number with no hesitations. With the year you had, you needed a change in just about every aspect of your life. You were still coping with the loss of the baby you so wanted, despite who it would have been with, as well as your painful departure from Soyoung. Your meeting and falling out with Baekhyun, someone you really and truly could have seen yourself with for the long haul. The car accident, that even though you basically fully recovered, it took something from you and you didn't think you would be able to find whatever it was while staying in the States. "Hello? Yes, I'd like to apply for the job in Seoul. Yes I am a teacher." You smile. This was the change you needed. Three long weeks later you received your letter in the mail, the one telling you that you had been accepted into the teaching position and that you were to fly out to Seoul in exactly 1 weeks time. Squealing, you pick up your phone, making a call to your three best friends and asking them to meet you at your favorite restaurant. "So what are we all doing here?" Lisa asks, margarita in hand. "We are celebrating!" You announce. "Celebrating what?" Beth asks. "I was accepted into the teaching program in Seoul!" You announce, excitement plastered over your face. Beth and Lisa scream in excitement with you, while Maggie sits there, looking concerned about something. "Are you not happy for me?" You ask her. "It's not that. Just what's your reason to go to Seoul specifically? What do you think you'll find there?" She asks. "You know I've always wanted to go there." You say. "Yeah but are you going to see Baekhyun? I don't think that it's a good idea." She states. "What's with you? You were all for it in the beginning, what changed now? What if we're meant to be?" You ask. "You're not meant to be with him, okay? So just leave him alone." She spits, taking a sip of her drink. "What is your issue? I don't understand!" You yell. "My issue is that you're not ready for anything! You've been through alot and you were rushing! So I told him you weren't interested in him anymore." She whispers. (Flashback) Maggie sat beside your hospital bed, holding your hand as the ventilators breathed for you. Her heart ached for you while her mind tried to remain positive. She told herself over and over again that everything would be okay, that you would wake up soon. But everyday, that day never came. One day, she was scrolling through her Twitter when she noticed a DM waiting for her. As she opens it, she sees that it's Baekhyun, reaching out to her about you. Where were you? Were you okay? Taking a deep breath, she told him you were too nice to say it to him, but you don't want anything more with him. You got what you wanted from him and that was it and that you wished he wouldn't contact you anymore. Maggie felt terrible and Baekhyun never replied to her message, but she thought she was helping you, not hurting you. "When did you tell him?" You ask, trying to hold back the tears. "When you were first in the accident." She sighs. "I told him you only wanted him for the night and nothing else." "Wow." You laugh, no humor to be found. "And just what the fuck gives you the right to make those decisions for me?" "As your friend, I felt like it was my duty to help you when you couldn't help yourself. I wanted to protect you." She says. "Where was that when I was with Soyoung? He was so shitty yet you never said anything to me! And here I want to be with someone who is actually good and decent and you do that? Some fucking friend." You snap. "Where were you when he was threatening to hit me? I told you about that. Or when he yelled at me and talked down to me at the restaurant when we were out for dinner, you sat there silently. So don't try and act like you were protecting me from Baekhyun. There was nothing I needed protecting from. I needed you back then. Before he broke me down." You finish,walking out of the restaurant. ** For the rest of the week you spoke to no one. You ignored the calls from Maggie, the apology texts, and the texts from Beth and Lisa telling you to just take it easy on her. She was trying to be a friend. You hadn't planned on ignoring them until they took her side. You knew she was wrong, and so did they but they still took her side. You were over it. Your stomach was excitedly nervous as you boarded your plane. Sitting in your seat, your mind begins to wander, thinking about what you want. This was your chance to find out who you were by yourself. You had finally realized that you had no idea who you were or the woman you were supposed to be. You had always done what made Soyoung happy, bringing yourself down to lift him up, taking his abuse just so he would be happy and you have someone that told people they loved you. You had a hard time believing that you deserve any love because you weren't the smallest woman, the prettiest, the smartest, basically you serent good enough to be loved. But now that you have been alone, thinking about what you want and what kind of life you want you realized something. You deserve all the love in the world. You were an amazing, beautiful woman who was good enough. You were too good for Soyoung, and you were good enough for Baekhyun. ** When you arrived in South Korea, you knew you had a lot of work to do. First you had to find your apartment that you were sharing with another teacher, who had been here for a few months already and would be able to show you the ropes, and get settled in. But you also had to figure out how to run into Baekhyun. You just needed to explain to him what Maggie had done and how you had absolutely no part in it and didn't believe anything she had said. You tried to message him but he had blocked you on everything. Instagram, Twitter, Messaging, this was your only shot and this time you wouldn't blow it. You couldn't. You felt it in your bones that Baekhyun was meant to be your happily ever after. That you endured all you did because it led you to where he was, and where he was, was where you were supposed to be. ** Your first week in Seoul was.. well challenging. Gaining your students' trust, the beginning of teaching them how to speak English, it all started out a little bit rough. But as the time went on things became easier, your students began catching on, they started to feel more comfortable around you and you felt like you were finally home. This was where you were supposed to be, with these students, in this city, doing what you loved. As time went on and you stayed in Korea, you came to love yourself. Everyday you worked on yourself, becoming a stronger, happier version of yourself. Through the first year you were there, you made multiple changes to yourself. You dye your hair, started working out to feel better,  even made some friends who you went out with on the weekend. But there was still something in your life that you felt was missing. You hadn't dated anyone. Sure, there were a few guys you'd gone on dates with but for whatever reason they never worked out, or stuck and most of the time it was something about them you didn't like. Or they just didn't fit well with you, or the fact that they weren't Baekhyun. It had been a year since you spoke to him and he still crossed your mind at least once a day. You partially kept up with how he was doing through the tabloids but once it was rumored he had a girlfriend, you left it alone. Even though you'd been working on yourself, you didn't think you could handle it if there was any truth to it. Once your year working was up, you were offered full-time employment with your class, if you wanted to stay and continue to teach. You most definitely accepted it right then and there. That night you went out with some teacher friends to celebrate in Itaewon, which also happens to be a well known place that Idols like to frequent. You'd be lying if you said you didn't hope to even just catch a glimpse of his beautiful face in person instead of on a screen. After taking a few shots, you are dragged to the dance floor by one of the male teachers who you knew had a bit of a thing for you. The attention was nice, you were flattered but you were not interested and he seemed to have a hard time taking the hint that you didn't want anything sexual with him. He spins you around so your back is facing him, his hands on your hips trying to guide them to grind your ass on him. You turn around and tell him again, you're not interested in dancing with him like that, and he gets mad. "Why won't you just return my fucking feelings?" Kyungdo yells, grabbing your wrist to pull you into him. You try to pull your wrist from his grip, but his hand is holding onto you so tightly you can't.  "Please. You're hurting me." You whimper. "I'm not interested." You yell. Kyundo rolls his eyes, pulling you away from the dance floor, towards the door to leave the building, when you're stopped with a hand on your free wrist. "She said she wasn't fucking interested." A familiar voice yells, pulling you closer. Turning your head, you see the handsome man you had seen a year ago, his eyes dark, his lips pursed while his face even pissed off, was beautiful. "Mr. Byun. I'm a huge fan. Don't mind my girlfriend, she's just being difficult." Kyungdo says, bowing to Baekhyun who looks less than impressed. "Girlfriend?" He asks, looking at you. You shake your head no. Baekhyun peels Kyungdo's fingers from around your wrist, dropping his arm. "Leave her alone." He snaps, pulling you away from the now annoyed man. "Thank you." You say ask Baekhyun to pull you into a quiet, dark room. "Why are you here?" He asks. "I've been teaching here for a year. They asked me to stay so i'm out celebrating tonight." You whisper. "Fuck." He hisses, pushing you against the wall. "You shouldn't be here. It was easier when you weren't." "What Maggie told you.. wasn't the truth. I was in a coma for 3 weeks.. it happened the day you texted me. She thought she was protecting me." You say, needing him to know the truth. "So you never said any of that?" He asks. "No and I told you I didn't." You say. "I was mad. And confused." He admits. "I shouldn't have believed her." "No you shouldn't have." "I can't believe you're here. I've missed you." He breathes, his face so close to yours. Ring Ring Ring Baekhyun sighs, answering his phone frustrated.  "Hello?" He snaps. "Oh hi babe. Yeah I'll come over when I'm done. Okay. Okay. Yeah. Bye." He says, hanging up his phone. "You have a girlfriend?" You ask. "I do." He says, backing away from you. "Shit." "I mean.. old friends can catch up right?" You ask. "And talk." "You're right. Definitely. What's your KKT?" He asks you. You give him your chat ID before hugging and going your separate ways. Not even 10 minutes later he messages you, telling you how much he missed you and how often he thought about you in the last year. [2:43am] You: If I'm being honest, there wasn't a day that went by that I never thought about you too. It might sound creepy but I've been keeping up with you from watching things online. [2:46am] Baekhyun: Oh yeah no, that's not creepy at all. Hahah. It's good to talk to you again and it was good to see you.  You look great, minus the creep. Let me know if he bothers you again. [2:50am] You: unfortunately I have to work with him, so I'm sure he will be an issue. [2:53am] Baekhyun: Just let me know and I'll take care of it. [2:56am] You: i will. Good night Baekhyun. [2:59am] Baekhyun: Goodnight, beautiful. ** The next week you took your students out for a walking field trip, and imagine your surprise when you end up running into Baekhyun at the park. Of course, most of your female students start to lose their minds. "Guys, this is my good friend, Byun Baekhyun." You say, introducing them to him. The smile on Baekhyun's face fades away as you mention him as your friend. "Hello! Yes, I am Ms. L/N's friend." He says through gritted teeth. "It's so nice to meet you all." An hour later, Baekhyun had taken pictures and signed autographs for all the children in your class, leaving them beaming on their walk back to school. You can feel your phone buzz in your pocket, and you just know that it is Baekhyun. Opening your app, you were right, he was complaining about what you had called him. [11:13am] Baekhyun: Your friend?? So now we're just friends?? [11:15am] You: Yes we're just friends. Lol. You have a girlfriend, remember. [11:21am] Baekhyun: but still. You owe me. Date, tonight. [11:25am] You: if it's just as friends, i'm all in. [11:28am] Baekhyun: yeah sure, friends. The rest of the afternoon you spent trying to teach, but also trying to plan out your outfit in your head. You and Baekhyun were friends now, and that was good. He had a girlfriend and that was fine, because you were friends. But you didn't want to just be friends. You so wantex more with him. You wanted to kiss him, hold hands, cuddle, have him fuck you. But again, he had a girlfriend. You had to tell yourself that multiple times that afternoon as your thoughts would begin to wander into the dirty neighborhood, thinking about your first time together, the way his hands felt on your body, the way his lips moved against yours, the way your bodys meshed together perfectly. He had a girlfriend. ** That night Baekhyun picked you up in his Audi, playing a song that you'd heard on tiktok quite often, the trend of the men moving to their back seats. Your pussy instantly became wet. He had a girlfriend.   "So what's the plan?" You ask, getting comfortable in the passenger seat. "Ice cream?" He asks. With a smile on your face, you nod yes. Who could ever say no to ice cream? As the two of you drive to a stand way out of Seoul, Baekhyun rests his hands on your bare thigh, causing your clit to throb. He had a girlfriend. You could feel his thumb moving, rubbing your thigh in circles. Fuck. You wanted him bad and you wanted him now. "Stop the car." You say, taking a deep breath. "Everything okay?" He asks, pulling over to the side of the highway, parking the car. "You can't do that.. you can't rub my leg like that." You breathe heavily. "You're turning me on and you have a girlfriend." "Am i turning you on? I haven't even done anything yet." He smirks. "Stop it." You warn him, a hint of a smile on your face. "So you don't want me to do this?" He asks, leaning over, placing a soft, sweet kiss on your lips. You feel like you might faint. "N-no." You stutter. "Or this?" He asks, running his hand from your face down over your breasts, to your thighs, stopping at the hem of your skirt. "Fuck." You whisper. You look over at Baekhyun who slouched back in his seat, slightly bucking his hips, showing off his very large hard cock through his pants. You lick your lips as your body begins to move towards him, before your mind even realizes what you're doing. You reach your hand over, rubbing his clothed cock, his head thrown back against the seat, little moans escape his lips. "Shit." He grunts, bucking his hips once again. You reach your other hand over, working on undoing buttons and zippers. Baekhyun helps you by pulling down his pants, letting his cock spring free. It was bigger than you remembered, but just as thick. You get up on your knees on the passenger seat, leaning over to wrap your lips around the tip of his cock, slurping up the pre cum that had been spilling down. You wrap one hand around his length, pumping him while you twirl your tongue around his sensitive tip. "Oh my god." He groans, pushing your head down deeper, making you swallow his cock. You bring your head up, taking a breath before you begin sucking more harshly, Baekhyun's hand remaining on the back of your head, pushing you down. "Stop stop stop." He begs. You lift your head, letting go of his cock with a pop. "I'm gonna cum if you keep going and the only place I wanna cum right now is in your pussy. Back seat. Now." He demands. With a giddy smile, you crawl to the backseat of his car right behind him. Baekhyun sits in the middle seat, his legs spread wide with his cock standing tall, waiting for you to sink down on it. You hike up your skirt, moving your panties to the side while you straddle him, before lining yourself up and sinking down on his cock, stretching out your walls. You pull down your low cut shirt, exposing your perky tits. Baekhyun takes one in his mouth, gently sucking and tugging on your nipple, while you bounce on his cock. "I've missed the way your tight pussy grips my cock." He groans, helping you move your hips to ride him. Baekhyun reaches his hand up, grabbing a clump of your hair, tugging your head towards him, bringing your lips to his. Immediately he slides his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss. You quicken the pace, grinding yourself on his cock, your clit being rubbed the perfect way. "Oh god, yes." Yoh cry out, breaking the kiss. "Cum for me baby, cum all over my cock." Baekhyun grunts, lifting himself to meet your thrusts, holding you tightly. The two of you are too distracted and desperate for your orgasms, you don't hear Baekhyun's phone ring, two different times. "I'm.. cumming." You cry out, wrapping your arms around Baekhyun's neck, holding him tight as you ride through your high. He continues with his hands on your hips, bouncing you on his cock as he chases his own oragsm. "Fuck." He cries, grunting as he shoots his cum inside you, filling you up. The two of you sit there for a moment, catching your breath before you hear Baekhyun's phone ringing again. "Pass that to me." He says, his cock still inside you. You reach back, grabbing his phone and with the way you moved you can feel his cock growing hard again inside you. "Goddamn." He groans, thrusting into you again. He looks at his caller ID, and puts a finger to his lips, telling you to be quiet while he answers the call. "Hello?" He answers. You circle your hips on his cock. "Whats up?" He asks. You grab your breasts, pinching your nipples. "Yeah no that's fine." He says, clearing his throat. You let out a small moan. Baekhyun reaches his hand up, covering your mouth while you start to really ride his cock. "Look, they're calling me back. I gotta go." He moans, his hand still covering your mouth. "Bye." He says, hanging up the phone, tossing it back up front. "You're a bad girl." He smiles, pulling you in for a kiss. ** For the next few weeks you and Baekhyun would meet up and nine times out of ten, you ended up hooking up. Everytime before you met up, you told yourself you wouldn't sleep with him again but then he would give you a look, or say something that made you melt and give into him. Of course you felt guilty, but you couldn't help yourself. Baekhyun was like that addiction that you couldn't escape. He was the one thing in your life you didn't want to get rid of. "We need to talk." You say, panting as Baekhyun pulls himself out of you. "Do we have too?" He pouts, laying down next to you, his cock still hard. "Yes we do. You have a girlfriend. We can't keep doing this." You say as he sighs. "I know. I know we can't but I don't want to give you up, and it's not like her and I are really heading anywhere, anyways." He says. "Then why not end it?" You ask. "It's good for publicity." He says, pulling you in close to him. "When the time comes, things with her will be done and then you and I can announce our relationship." He smiles. "Are we in a relationship?" You ask. "I would like for you to be my girlfriend." He tells you. "She's my girlfriend on paper but you're mine in real life. You're all I've ever wanted." He smiles, rubbing his head. "Are you sure you want a low class teacher?" You ask. "I couldn't ask for anyone better." He smiles, holding you even closer. ** Dating Byun Baekhyun was hard. Much harder than you had actually anticipated. He was always busy with rehearsal, if not that then promotions, variety shows, interviews, concerts, meetings etc. The list always went on and on. Of course he did his best to make time for you, but at the moment, his relationship with his girlfriend was at its most important peak, so often you found yourself watching videos of them being out in public together, posing together, featuring each other on their social media. Basically doing all the things you wish he could do with you but is unable to. You did your beat to remain positive but the lack of seeing each other, the secluded dates and whispered phone calls were beginning to be a little too much for you. Especially today, when you checked your Instagram and are mey with a very romantic photo of Baekhyun kissing this girl. A kiss that looks sincere and serious. The next photo he looked insanely happy. Maybe it wasn't just for the press, what he had with this girl. Maybe he had real genuine feelings for her but did also for you and didn't know how to choose. Maybe you should just make it easier for him and end things now, before you get anymore attached because if you do, you will never be able to leave, no matter what happens. You want to take your time with this, really think about it before you make a rash decision. You left your apartment, going for a walk to clear your head instead. As you walk passed an alley, you're pulled inside and pinned against the wall by a scary looking woman. "Leave Baekhyun and his girlfriend alone, homewrecker." She shouts, slamming you into the wall before running off. Startled, you ran back to your apartment, calling Baekhyun immediately. "Hi baby." He whispered into the phone. "I'm done, Baekhyun.. i can't do this anymore. Someone just told me to stay away from you and Hwasa. It's just too much and I can't." You say panicked into the phone before hanging up. You toss your phone on the couch, not wanting to talk anymore to him. Your whole body is shaking as you turn on your shower. Shivers spread down your spine as you undress, stepping into the hot water, trying to calm your nerves. "It's okay." You whisper to yourself, taking a deep breath. Twenty minutes later you're still in the shower, sitting on the floor, knees to your chest when your bathroom door opens and Baekhyun walks in. "Baby. You can't do that." He sighs, taking off his clothes to join you. "I can't do this anymore Baekhyun. And it's not just the girl. It's the secret dates, no being in public, not seeing you. It's too hard." You cry. "I know." He whispers, pulling you up and into his arms, the one place that never fails to make you feel safe and secure. "All I want to do is make you happy, so that's what I'm going to do. I'll get this sorted out okay? You need to talk to me. I can't fix things if I don't know what needs fixing." He says. You knew he was right. But you were scared. "I'm all in. Are you?" He asks. You nod your head yes. "Good. I have an idea." He smiles. "Stay there." He tells you, pulling out his phone. A few minutes later, your phone dings, notifying you that Baekhyun was live on his Instagram account, and you felt nervous. You had a feeling you knew what he was going to do but you weren't sure. If there was one thing that you knew about Baekhyun, he was unpredictable and usually liked asking for forgiveness more than asking for permission. "Hello everyone! How are you?" He smiles. You watch him walk around your living room, answering some of the questions. "You're right. I'm not in my usual place. This is a new place. No, it's not Hwasa's." He laughs. "I actually have something to tell you guys." Your stomach drops. What was he doing? "Hwasa and I were never a couple, really. It was for sales for her new album, our managers thought it was good marketing." He says. "No, I'm not single. Guys, I'd like you to meet the love of my life, my beautiful Ayn." He says, grabbing your hand and pulling you close to him. "She and I met a year and a half ago at a Super M meet and greet. We've recently reconnected and I couldn't be happier." He smiles. You look absolutely terrified. You know Baekhyun stans and they could be vicious, vile and just mean. You managed to peek at the comments, and surprisingly they were mainly positive. 'She's so beautiful' 'What a lucky girl!!' 'I ship it!!' Your heart melted at the fact that people were a tally supporting the two of you, something you never expected to happen. "Thank you for all the kind words but now I have to go and make some calls." He laughs, looking at his phone lighting up with texts from his manager, telling him to call him, now. "You didn't have to do that!" You say, after he ends his live. "I didn't but I wanted to. I never want you to feel less than in this relationship, Ayn." He tells you, making you melt. "But now my manager is losing his mind. I have to go. I'll call you later. I love you." He smiles, placing a kiss on your lips before answering his phone and leaving your apartment. Was this real life? Because it sure didn't feel like it. To think you had gone from Soyoung who rarely wanted to be seen in public with you, to Baekhyun who announced his love for you on his Instagram live, in front of millions of fans, was insane. The difference between a toxic relationship and a non toxic one was amazing and you loved it. ** Later that evening, Baekhyun had called you, asking you to come over because he wanted you to have dinner with him and the rest of Super M. Of course you said yes, they were basically his family and you wanted to get to know them better. You only had to knock once before the door was opened for you by Mark, who had a giddy smile on his face. "Nice to see you again. Baekhyun's in the kitchen..but" He pauses "Do you think I could have Lisa's number?" He asks right away. With a laugh you give him the number he desperately seeked, running off the moment he got it. Walking over to the kitchen, you open the door partially before you hear a conversation you're not sure if you should be interrupting.   "She's not good for you Baek." Someone says. "How do you know? You won't even give her a chance." Baekhyun responds. "Kai, i'm sick of this. Back off. I love her. I'm going to marry that girl." "You're going to make her life hard. Harder than it already is. She's damaged goods. You deserve more." Kai says. You know he's right. Even though you've been trying to work on yourself, you're a mess and you likely always will be. Did you want to put Baekhyun through that? Your random mood swings, issues with alcohol, problems with fertility. He probably wanted a family but you weren't sure if you could give him that. "Yeah I know I deserve more. I deserve a better friend who supports me." Baekhyun scoffs. "Don't talk shit about her again. There's nothing wrong with her. Everyone has baggage, everyone has issues, if I didn't want to be there for her and help her through the problems, I wouldn't have bothered. But that's what you do when you love someone. You're there for them regardless if it's good or bad, or you're mad at them or not. Her last relationship was terrible.. she was treated like dirt so yeah there are some problems." Baekhyun says. "But.." Kai starts, before being cut off. "But nothing. You're choosing to see the bad, when I'm looking at the good. She's beautiful, funny and smart. She's got a mouth on her like a sailor and drinks like liquor is going out of style, but she's also generous and courageous and loyal." He tells Kai. This man. This man makes your heart melt. "Im done talking about this. Don't bring it up again. She's my future." He finishes, opening the door to the living room, seeing you standing there with tears in your eyes. "Did you.." he pauses. You nod your head. "Shit. Im sorry baby." He apologises. "I'm too problematic for you." You whisper with a sniffle. "That's one of the many things I love about you." He laughs, taking your hand to drag you into the dining room. The rest of the night was filled with laughter and jokes between you and the rest of the guys. Kai was quiet for most of the night, not actively participating in the conversations. "What's wrong?" Taemin asks him. "I don't think it's a good idea." Kai says, glaring at you. "What have i ever done to you?" You ask him. You're tired of this. You've never done anything to Kai for him to dislike you this much. "I've become quite close to Soyoung, and he's told me quite a bit about you." Kai says. "I didn't want to tell you Baekhyun, but since you're not listening to anything else I guess I'll have too." "Tell me what?" Baekhyun asks. "Ayn here went crazy on Soyoung. He went out with friends one night, and when he came home she had trashed his entire apartment, was screaming and crying and threatened him with a knife. Is that the type of woman you want?" Kai asks. You are still there with tears welling up in your eyes. He wasn't wrong, but clearly Soyoung didn't tell him the full story either. "Do you know why that had happened? Did he tell you?" You ask, your voice shaky. "He said he didn't do anything. You just lost it on him." Kai says smugly. "Hah. Sounds like him." You sniffle. "So I guess he didn't tell you earlier that night before he left he had hit me a few times? Told me that I was stupid and useless and a waste of skin. Said that I deserved to be hit, that maybe it would knock some sense into me." You cry. "Did he tell you that when he came home he tried to hit me again, and that's why i threatened him with a knife? I fully admit to trashing his apartment but I think I had a pretty good reason. Same with threatening him. I was sticking up for my life. Remember there's two sides to every story before you start sticking up for a woman beater." You snap, standing up from your chair. "I'm sorry." You whisper to everyone, hurriedly leaving the room. "You're a piece of fucking work." Baekhyun snaps at Kai, leaving the table to follow you. While he walks away he can hear the rest of the members standing up for you. Baekhyun opens the front door and finds you crouched down, crying into your hands. "Come here." He whispers, picking you up and bringing you to his room. He lays you on the bed, arms wrapped tightly around you as you cry into his chest. "I'm sorry." You whimper.   "You have nothing to apologize for." He tells you. "You deserve someone not so fucked up." "I don't want anyone else. Just you. Past and all." He answers. "I don't think I can have children." You say. "We will figure it out when it is time to." He tells you. "I just want you." You fell asleep that night still wrapped in his arms, never have been feeling more safe. ** Over the next few months, Baekhyun had been hinting at a surprise he had for you, but refused to give you any details on it, telling you that you had to wait, that it called for the right moment. Then one morning, he called you at 7am and told you to get ready and be ready by 8am. Today was the day for your surprise. Baekhyun picked you up in front of your apartment, making sure to blind fold you before leaving anywhere. "Any guesses?' He asks, driving to a special destination. "Breakfast?" You ask, hungrily. He laughs. "No baby, sorry." "I don't know." You sigh, waiting for the ride to be over. A little while later the car stops and Baekhuun brings you inside a noisy building. You can hear announcements over the speakers, so you knew it was the airport. "Are we going somewhere?" You ask. "Nope." He answers, taking off your blindfold and making you face him. "Are you ready." He asks. You give him a look before he turns you around and you see your three best friends running towards you. The tears are instant as you run towards them, embracing them all at once. "W-what? How? Oh my god." You cry, holding them all tightly. "Baekhyun set it up." Lisa cries. Letting go of the group, you hug Beth first, then Lisa, leaving Maggie for last. You hadn't talked to her much, since you hadn't left things very good between the two of you. "I'm sorry." She whispers as he hugs you tightly. "I'm so so sorry." "It's the past. It's okay. Let's leave it there." You say, hugging her back. ** That night, the five of you went for dinner at a fancy restaurant and for whatever reason Baekhyun was very nervous. He sat there, his leg shaking as you four girls talked about everything. His mind seemed to be off in space, as he thought hard about something. No matter how many times you asked, he was always telling you that things were fine and that he was just letting you guys all catch up. After you all had eaten, Baekhyun stood up from his seat abruptly, looking you in the eyes as he got down on one knee, pulling out a ring box. You sat there shocked, with your mouth opened wide as your friend squealed and screamed. "Ayn L/N. You are the light and love of my life. Would you make me the happiest man in the world and be my wife?" He asks. You can't speak, just nod. So that's what you did. You nodded yes a million times, unable to even believe that he had just proposed to you. You got to spend the rest of your life with the love of your life. ** A year later, you're in a room with your best friends, while you wear a big poofy white dress. "Just do it after." Beth whines. "No I need to do it now." You demand. With a sigh, the four of you make the way into the bathroom. They all lift up your giant dress, letting you stick the small test underneath you while you pee on it quickly. "How long do we wait?" You ask, placing the test on the sink. "Three minutes." Maggie answers. Your stomach twists and turns as you wait the longest three minutes of your life. The doctor had told you and Baekhyun to not get your hopes up and that the chances of you ending up pregnant were slim to none. So when you missed your period and felt nauseous, you were skeptical but decided to take the test anyways and now was the moment of truth. You grab the test, turning it over and see two very bright pink lines. Positive. You do your best not to cry, not wanting to ruin your makeup before you get married. "Bride, lets go." You hear from outside the bathroom. Making sure you're okay, you head out, your new friend, and escort down the hall Kai waiting for you. You link arms as the grand double doors open, revealing Baekhyun waiting for you down the aisle while your friends and family fill up the room. "Welcome everyone. We have gathered her today to witness the union of Ayn L/N and Byun Baekhyun." The officiant says. "Before we begin, is there anyone who thinks this couple should not be wed?" You nervously waited for someone to say something but when it didn't come, you told him to continue. "The couple has written their own vows." The officiant says, letting the two of you speak. "I promise to always love you, even when things are bad, to never yell, or leave angry. I promise to always tell you how beautiful you are and hold you when you're sad. But most of all, I promise to always remind you that you are good enough, too good for this world and for me, and I promise to never let you forget it." Baekhyun whispers, holding back his tears. "I promise to always love you, be there for you through the good and the bad and in between. I promise to always support you in the decisions you make, and to always remind you how important you are to me. I promise to be your rock when you need it, your everything." You cry. "I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride." He says. Baekhyun pulls you in for a kiss, dipping you down before bringing you back up. ** Later that night, during the reception dance, you slide your test to Baekhyun, leaving him speechless. "Are you serious?" He asks. "Doctors appointment Monday." You whisper, crying again. "Why are you crying?" He asks, pulling you into him. "What if it doesn't stick? What if I'm not a good mom if it does?" You ask. "Baby." He smiles. "It will stick. You're perfect. You'll be an amazing mom, you know why?" He akss. "Why?" "Because you are good enough." For once in your life, you finally believed someone when they said that. You knew Baekhyun wouldn't say it if he didn't mean it. You always have and will be, good enough.

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[itisannak]

Clothes Stealer (Calum Hood Smut)

Summary: (Y/N)'s boyfriend, Calum, gets jealous of her “stealing” clothes from her friend Luke. (Smut / Unprotected Sex / Thigh Riding / Oral; Female Receiving) (Request) (Words: 3.4k)

“You look stunning, babe.” Calum compliments me as he walks out of the booth. I giggle and move to hug him, wrapping my arms around his neck as his snake on my waist tightly. “And you smell so good. Are you wearing my cologne?” He asks, bringing his face to the crook of my neck. “Yeah, it fits the whole vibe I was going for today. Like it?” I ask as his lips plant a kiss on my neck. “You clothe stealer…” I hear Luke call, before Calum had a chance to answer my question. I separate from Calum’s embrace, turning to look at Luke who is staring in shock. “Shut up, Hemmo. You gave me the shirt…” I protest, rolling my eyes at him but he shakes his head in denial. “I gave you the pin-up girls shirt, not my leather jacket.” He states and I shrug my arms, tilting my head slightly as I smirk. “You left it at my house the last time we had a movie night. It’s your fault, honestly. I wore it just to make sure I would be bringing it over with me today.” I play it coy, making Luke chuckle sarcastically. “Hood, your girlfriend is a filthy liar. Watch your back.” He teases and I scoff playfully at him. “You are just a bitter bitch because your clothes look a lot better on me than you.” I reply, turning back to Calum. He draws in a breath, looking at me with a neutral expression, making it kinda hard to read into it. “The girls are coming over in a bit. Maybe we should head towards the restaurant.” I suggest trying to get him to show something else, but he just nods. “We are taking my car. Give Luke his jacket back and I’ll wait in the parking lot.” He says, picking up his stuff from the console nearby. “It won’t take long. We can get to the car together.” I offer but he shakes his head in denial. “I’ll wait in the car.” He insists, walking towards the door. He really sounded cold, no emotion in his voice, which only makes me a little taken aback. “What’s up with him today?” I ask Luke as I hand him his jacket. “He has been fine all day. Maybe he is hungry. You know how your boo gets when he is hungry.” He points out, making me flinch and scrunch up my nose. “Don’t call him that. Why do you have to be so cringe?” I ask and he scuffs, shooing me away. “I would be a lot kinder to the person I am taking my clothes from.” He says, making me chuckle. “Look at Lukey, stepping up for himself… Good job.” I cheer, turning around to walk out of the room.

Calum is quiet, focusing on the road as he drives towards the restaurant we are meeting everyone for lunch. There isn’t even any music playing in the car to break the silence, which is definitely a first for us. “Sierra just texted. They are there.” I mumble as I read the notification on my lock screen. “Fine.” He utters, still not shifting his attention. “I think I will get some pasta today. I haven’t had any in a while.” I try to start a conversation, break the silence in the car. Even in his darkest days, I haven’t seen him like that. “I don’t know what I am getting.” He brushes me off. “They have really great veggie lasagna in there. And you can pick a side of caprice salad with them.” I suggest and look for his reaction. “I am not sure I am hungry.” He says, gripping on the steering wheel. “Are you sure? You seem a little grumpy and you usually get moody when you are hu…” I begin but he groans loudly, making me stop before ending my sentence. “I am fine. Just shut up for a moment and let me concentrate before I crash the fucking car.” He snaps at me, making me gasp as I watch him lash out. “Not grumpy at all.” I say sarcastically, folding my arms in front of my chest. “I am sorry my mood is affecting your day, princess. Maybe your other boyfriend will make up for it.” He says bitterly, making me furrow my eyebrows in confusion. “My what?” I ask, looking at him to figure out what bug bit his ass today. “Luke. You sure behave more like he is your boyfriend than I am.” He turns to look at me, his eyes glossing with anger. “You are being fucking ridiculous.” I can’t believe I am hearing these words coming out of his mouth. “Am I, (Y/N)?” He asks. “Yes, you are. Stop the car.” I demand, unbuckling my seat belt. “What?” He asks me. “Stop the fucking car, right now.” I bite my lip, opening the Uber app on my phone. “We are going to the restaurant to eat with our friends. I am not stopping.” He insists, disobeying my order. “You can go wherever the fuck you want. I am not coming anywhere with you, not after that.” I say, in total calmness. He stops the car and I open the door, getting out of it as fast as I can. “(Y/N)…” He calls after me, making me raise my middle finger at him. “Screw you, Hood.” I say without turning to look at him.

The door opens not even half an hour after I make it home. Calum storms in, even madder than he was when I left him. “You are not going to ever pull that shit on me ever again.” He nearly screams, making me stand up from the couch, deciding that moment that I am going to stay calm, no matter what. “Turn your damn voice down. I am not a scared little puppy who is going to coward away because you decided to start screaming.” I look at him in the eye, putting on my brave face. “Don’t try to change the subject now. You nearly ridiculed me today.” He says, in a much lower voice now. “And you didn’t? Not only you ridiculed me, but you insulted me. You fucking insulted me because your ego was hurt by something you had no business getting hurt over. If I was exchanging clothes with Crystal, you wouldn’t bat an eyelash.” I am the one to snap now, finally confronting him about what I was tiptoeing around all evening. “It’s not the same.” He growls and I look at him wide-eyed. “How is it not the same? Luke is a friend of mine. He has been my friend before you and I were even a thing. And he has been your friend for longer, so if you are jealous of me and him being friends, you really don’t know me, nor Luke. Because Luke has been your ride or die for years and he would never do that to you, and you don’t know me, because if you did, you would fucking know that I love you way too much do ever betray you. Get your head out of your ass, because I know I deserve better than this behavior.” I explain and he stares at me speechless.

“What, you expected me to sugarcoat it for you, get to you with droopy ears and puppy eyes and ask for forgiveness over something that is completely and entirely your fault? I am not your mother, Calum and you are not a child anymore. Grow the fuck up and admit you were wrong.” I finish my monologue, sinking the room in silence. He looks at me with a tensed face as my chest inflates and falls. I regret not a single word from what I said. He takes a moment before he walks away, rushing to get in my bedroom. I stare at him as he walks away, my brain pounding in my head. I don’t want to follow him, I don’t want to see what he is doing in there; deep in my heart, I know he is going to pick whatever stuff he has in my house and leave. I don’t want him too, but I guess confronting him wasn’t something he wished for.

He walks out of my bedroom, an armful of his shirts and hoodies being dropped next to me on the couch. “You are my girlfriend. Mine. And my girlfriend should be stealing my clothes. I don’t care if he is your friend, I don’t care if he is ok with it, my girlfriend is wearing my clothes.” He growls, grabbing a fistful of his garments. He waves the striped shirt in front of my face, his hand flexing as he grips onto it tightly. “Here we go again.” I roll my eyes, bringing my hand to rub my temples. “No, you don’t get it. I want my clothes on your body, I want you to wear my clothes, my clothes. Luke has a girlfriend, she can wear his. But my girlfriend wears my clothes. And I veto that.” He whines, making me chuckle at him, raising my hands in defeat. “You are literally throwing a tantrum right now, Hood.” I say softly, walking closer to him. “I am not.” He protests, making me hum. “Yeah, I can tell.” I cup his face in my hands. I reach up, kissing his lips softly as his hands go to my waist, resting on the dip of my back. He kisses me back softly, sighing in relief as I stroke my thumbs over the freckle on his cheek. “Baby…” He moans against my lips, making me smirk. “You definitely act like one.” I tease him and he groans. “I don’t.” He frowns, his bottom lip pouting a bit. “You do. You are a bratty baby…” I squish his cheeks between my hands, making him hum as his eyes turn dark. He grips my jaw and looks at me sternly, orbs glazed with lust. “I’ll fucking show you who’s the brat.” He spits out, jaw clenching before he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. He carries me like I am not heavier than his gym bag, but his biceps are bulging and stretching against the sleeves of his t-shirt, making my stomach become knotted.

His hand lands on my ass, making me yelp and causing my foot to prop up. “My ass… My ass…” He growls, his hand squeezing on the cheek his hand landed. He lays me on the bed, hovering above me instantly and bringing his fingers to work on undoing the buttons of Luke’s shirt. His eyes burn my skin as he scans it, his tongue peeking from between his plump lips before his teeth tug on the bottom one. “Should have just ripped it into pieces…” He mumbles, bringing his thigh between my legs, pressing it right on my core. “Grind on my thigh, princess. I know you want to…” He comments as I squirm against his leg. “Calum…” I whine the moment he uses his fingertips to trace down the valley between my breasts. “What, baby? You love grinding that greedy little pussy on my thigh… You sure do when I am not paying attention to you, or when you get bored out of your mind during movie night.” He teases, reaching under me to unhook my bra. “I need more of you… I need all of you.” I complain and he chuckles. “Who’s the brat now?” He asks, sliding the straps of my bra down my arms, along with the sleeves of the shirt. “I can tell that you are soaking wet… I bet if I slip my hand inside your pants, waterfalls are going to flow.” He says, leaning down to bring his mouth to my nipple. He bites on the nub of nerves, making me cry out and buck my hips against his leg. I press my core more on it, trying to soothe the pressure between my legs. “Jesus, Cal…” My voice is breaking as he pulls his head back, pulling my nipple along. “Tell me what I gotta do to show everyone you’re mine…” He demands, unbuttoning my jeans and dragging them down, moving from between my legs and making me whine at the loss of contact.

He crawls back, toying with the hem of my panties as he settles between my legs again, only this time laying on his stomach and with his breath hitting on my core. “You have the cutest little wet spot…” He traces his finger over it, before hooking his fingers in the underwear and pulls it down. He fixes my legs, spreading them and propping them up on his shoulders before he dives in and buries his face in my folds. I feel myself melting, toes curling up as he swirls his tongue on my wetness. “Cal…” I squirm, pressing my core more on his face. I feel him smirk against it, the little stubble that has been growing on his face tickling me as he moves his face, putting everything into devouring me. His fingers move up my thigh, stopping on my entrance before he grazes over my hole and slips them inside. “Fuck…” I bite onto my palm, feeling him pumping them inside me with vigor. I feel a weird numbness on my stomach, my sex becoming wetter with each flick of his tongue against my clit. The room smells like sex, the heavy aroma mixing with Calum’s cologne and making me feel woozy. “I love your fucking taste…” He moans as he pulls away for a quick breath, his fingers pumping fast inside me still. “You are so good at this…” I cry, watching him as he goes back to eating me out. His lips suck on my clit, tongue softly grazing over its tip. Oh, how I want him to get rid of that fucking t-shirt, let me watch his shoulders as they tense up, his beautiful tan skin as it glistens up under the little light that comes from my bedroom window. He removes his fingers momentarily, lowering his tongue messily to my entrance, circling it around before he slides it in. His thumb goes to my clit, stroking it in circles as his tongue laps up my pussy. “I need your cock, please.” I beg, my back arching off the mattress. “You’ll get it, darling. Now, I want to taste you. Can you cum for me, pretty girl?” He asks me, a smirk playing on his lips. “If you do that thing I like with your tongue, in mere seconds.” I gasp as he flicks his tongue fast over my clit. I lose my mind, each flick of the tongue sending me further down the spiral. “I am cumming, Cal… Fuck, I am cumming.” I cry out; I feel my face heat up, my throat feeling tight with a lump. “That’s it, that’s my good girl.” He praises, bringing his tongue to my entrance and taste my release.

I gasp for air, my body still tingling from my orgasm as he unbuttons his jeans and lowers them to his thighs. “On your stomach.” He commands, hissing through his teeth. “I said, on your stomach.” He flips me, positioning me up in the way he likes. I stick my ass out more, turning my head to look at him as he places himself behind me, stroking his cock over my core before he thrusts in. “Why are you so fucking tight? We’ve been fucking for nearly 2 years non-stop, and you are still so fucking tight, princess.” He hisses, gripping onto my waist. His fingers imprint into my hips, the grip tightening as he thrusts inside me. “I hate you so much right now.” My voice breaks, my body still in shock from my previous orgasm, so everything feels a thousand times intense. “Yeah, yeah, I can tell, princess. I love you too.” He pulls me up, making me stand on my knees, with my back against his chest. He forces my thighs even more apart, slamming into me forcefully as one of his hands travels up my body, pushing my hair out of the way. His lips go to my neck, nibbling on the sensitive skin. I blink with every slam of his hips against my ass, feeling my whole body jolt. “Calum, please… I need to cum. I’m so sensitive.” I whine, earning a bite on the neck from him. “That quick, huh?” He chuckles cockily, slowing his thrusts. “Shut up… I can’t…” I bite my lip, throwing my head back to rest on his clavicle. “Wait just a little longer, princess. Let me catch up to you.” He whispers, holding onto my body tightly. His arm is now across my chest, so my eyes just wander down it, admiring the flexing muscles and the ink-decorated tan skin. “Calum…” I feel my core pulsing around him, the urge to bite onto his arm growing inside me. “Just a little more, princess.” He replies, kissing down my neck. I turn my head, bringing my mouth to the side of his neck, biting onto it as hard as I can. He moans loudly, the grip on my body becoming more sturdy. “Fuck, princess… You are going to make me cum…” He growls, breathing fast. My teeth graze his skin, finding the next spot to mark as he fucks me towards my next orgasm. “Shit…” He breathes out, throwing his head back as he cums in me, throbbing inside my pussy. My stomach tightens, my body nearly giving up and falling forward. “No, don’t move…” Calum gasps, holding onto me. He thrusts sloppily, grunting as he tries to drive me over my edge. “I wanna cum… Please, let me.” I beg, shaking as he pounds in me. “You can cum, babygirl. Cum around my cock…” He whispers in my ear, lowering his hand to my clit. His fingers barely have to work to get me off, this time my orgasm being so much more intense.

I can hardly breathe, my body experiencing the highest of highs. Calum slips from inside me, moving before me as he cups my jaw with his hands. He kisses me deeply, tongue moving against mine. “I adore you… I fucking do.” He whispers, tracing his thumb over my bottom lip. “I love you…” I pout and he chuckles, leaning in for a short peck. “I have to go clean up but I am so sore…” I whine and he hums, planting a kiss on my forehead. “I’ll run a bath for us.” He offers, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. He stands up from the bed and picks me up, carrying me bridal style towards my bathroom. I squeal, wrapping my arms around his neck to hold onto him. “You know you don’t have to do this, right?” I ask and he hums. “I want to…” He replies, setting me on the edge of the bathtub. He plugs the bathtub before turning on the faucet, letting hot water fill it up. “Where do you have those bath bombs you like?” He asks, looking in my drawers. “In the cabinet…” I smile, rubbing my hands over the marks he left on my neck.

He picks one and throws it in the water, letting it fizz before he turns the faucet off. He slips in first, resting with his back against the bathtub before he takes me hand and helps me in, making me sit between his legs. I rest my head on his chest, taking in the scented steam and relaxing. “I am sorry I was so… abrupt. I should have told you how I felt instead.” He mumbles, taking my hand in his. It is still a work in process to get him to talk about his feelings openly, to allow him to show his vulnerability. Even admitting little mistakes was tough in the beginning, he thought that I would think of him less… And look at him now. I am actually proud of how far he has come. “You were a little hot-headed. And I didn’t handle it well. I mean, I reacted badly too.” I admit and he sighs. “We are even?” He asks and I nod. “We are even.” I assure him and he chuckles. “So, do you think I can burrow that nice striped blazer you have tomorrow? I have a meeting in the psych practice in the evening…” I turn my head to look at him as he smirks and nods. “Well, you will have to pay for it…” He cocks an eyebrow and I purse my lips. “Luke never made me pay for his clothes…” I state and he presses a kiss on my temple. “He better not had… I would fucking break his jaw…” He comments and I press a kiss on the side of his mouth. “You are kinda cute when you get possessive… You know that?” I ask and he hums. “No clue… But I’ll take it.” He replies as I turn around to kiss him deeply.

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[willowaudreykeyes]

I’m Afraid, Your Cute And We’re Both Stuck; Let’s Cuddle

@surohsopsisofclouds asked for (red 11) Wings and (purple 12) Spirits from here and I took the ‘spirits’ prompt and just made it into a Haunted House/fears thing and I hope that’s alright

@sparrowofsong​ @5am-the-foxing-hour​ @ladyedwina​

Pairings:  Romantic Intrulogical, Background Romantic Roceit, Background QPR Patmile

Warnings: Swearing, wings, collapsing structure, claustrophobia (fear of tight spaces), mentions of thalassophobia (fear of the ocean), fluffiness, my fear that Remus isn’t in character by the end of this

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Remus

Two stories tall, with dull brick walls and the occasional broken window. A stereotypical haunted house; recommended by Patton of course. If Virgil recommended one, it’d have reviews about a real ghost that made the rooms go cold and maybe a fork being thrown across the room. This place reeks of machinery and fake, money-grabbing tourism.

I glance up at the sound of wings, not fully turning towards it as I’d know my brother and best friend's wings anywhere. Roman has those huge angel wings that everyone swoons over because of their power and fluffiness; while Jan-Jan has awesome looking yellow-green scaled ones that he’s still self-conscious over since they’re often stereotyped to be with ‘evil’ people. 

So now I’m surrounded by winged-ones. Patton’s Puffin wings press tightly against his back as the sound of shattering glass, that’s been happening every five minutes on the dot, while Virgil’s huge Wedge-Tail Eagle wings fluff up despite knowing that it was going to happen again. At least Roman and Janus didn’t react as much, despite it being a shock to them

“You two are being fucking pussies.”

“Language, Em! And the shattering sound is scary… I can’t help it.” Patton should have brought his life-partner with him as it’d be more fun with more people. I guess after the last haunted house that we took Emile to, he wanted to be able to actually sleep this October.

“We’ll go inside soon, Pat. Is Logan here yet?” Oh yeah, that guy that I’m supposed to be meeting. Forgot about him. Virgil and Roman made him sound so boring, but they also made Remy sound boring before I met the guy while he was dealing with caffeine withdrawal. 

My foot sends a small stone flying as Virgil checks his phone; tsk-ing quietly as he starts typing. “He’s inside already. In the upstairs piano room.”

“I thought we were gonna meet him out here?” Oh my god; I’m going to die from boredom and haunt this place for real if I stand out here any longer. So I grab my jacket from the ground, throw it on and quickly slip between the fence bars instead of grabbing a ticket. No one’s watching anyway.

“I don’t care! I’m going in- Bye!”

“Remus! Wait up!”

Happily ignoring Roman, I slip in through an unlocked side door and fight the distant sound of doors slamming by letting my stomping echo through the house as I head upstairs. This place sucks at scares if they’re resulting in slamming doors, but I can probably piss off some employees if I can find one of their hidey holes. And finding this ‘Logan’ and messing with him would be a nice bonus.

Taking a glance into each room -and ignoring the bad jump scares of fake ghosts played by underpaid, teenage actors- I finally find the piano room Virgil mentioned with someone standing at the far end, by the window. Despite the poor lighting, I can tell that he’s wearing a dark blue polo shirt and that his dark hair has been attempted to be slicked back. Perfect posture, hands held behind his back, shoulders tense; I may even be seeing a pair of those fancy black shoes that a lot of the richer kids in the area have. 

I shake my head as I step into the room, followed by an eerie creak in the floorboards. The guy spins around and I manage to see dark eyes behind some glasses before my legs suddenly give way.

One second I see those dark eyes, then the next I’m on the floor with sore arms and a heaviness on my back. A muffled voice, sounding close but layered beneath some kind of fog, gives me the energy to push myself off my stomach and onto my knees before I’m suddenly feeling exhausted.

Those eyes are in front of me again, but this time are a whole lot closer and also no longer as difficult to see that they’re a dark blue; as if the lighting has changed. With a quick glance around, I realise that it has. Because now there’s a broken piano, some splintered wooden pillars, a floodlight that looks like it’s been forgotten about, the walls showing their insides, and a giant fucking hole in the ceiling.

“What the hell...” This guy better have some answers- there’s no way that I should have fallen through the floor. But he looks just as roughed up as me, with some sawdust and a black feather in his now unkempt hair and his tie -who wears a tie to a haunted house?- is hanging around his neck. His huge, ruffled, pitch-black wings of some corvid don’t look injured at least. 

He… didn’t have wings a moment ago.

The guy must have noticed me staring at them, as he motions behind me wordlessly as he stands and brushes himself off. Something twinges in my gut as I turn slightly, only to find myself looking at the dusty wings of a hummingbird. They’re small and rather thin looking, but covered in blues and greens and a few hints of red. They flutter as I try out the new limbs, tearing another part of my shirt in the process. But who cares? I just grew two new limbs.

I’m pulled to my feet, my vision spinning slightly and a tightness in my chest makes it a little harder to breathe. My eyes drift back to the guy in front of me who seems like he’s not as stupefied as I am at what the hell just happened. “Uh… There’s a feather in your hair.”

His eyes widen as he reaches up and runs his fingers through his hair, catching the feather along the way and taking a second to pocket it before nodding slightly. “Thank you.” I hear him taking in a sharp inhale as his wings twitch as they try to stay off the dirty floor. There’s no point as they’re covered in dust and dirt already, but he seems stubborn enough to keep trying. “As unexpected and strange as this encounter was, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Logan Crow.”

“Oh! You’re that guy I’m supposed to be meeting- Wait, your last name is ‘Crow’?” I point at the black masses on his back. “And you have those wings?” His brows dip in slightly; just enough that he looks kind of cute. I wonder what all of his other expressions look like...

“Purely coincidental. And you must be Remus Aurelian-”

Something grinds together, echoing the sounds of wood against metal and of a highly taught string snapping from the pressure. Logan’s wings move so that the joint sits higher than his head, ready to fly him away from danger; if only he actually knew how to fly.

I swallow with a dry mouth as I finally realise how small of a room that we find ourselves in. Not that the small amount of space is an issue. Nor that the room seems to be also empty, besides the useless, broken piano. “We should probably leave.”

“Agreed.” The door to the room is just a maintenance one; small enough to not draw attention to it the other side, while large enough to push through wood or something to fix these pillars. They obviously haven’t done so in a while...

It’s rusted hinges squeak with resistance until one of the screws pops out of place as I manage to push it open. But as I attempt to crawl through, a stab of pain flows up my back and shoulders as my new limbs hit the top of the door frame. I try again, wincing this time as I attempt to squeeze through until I’m dragged back inside by the leg.

“I can’t fit through that! Are you fucking kidding me?”

“If you can’t, I surely can’t either.” Even with my tiny-ass wings that may or may not be able to carry me in the future -something to worry about another time- we’re stuck in here unless we suddenly figure out how to fly. In this small room, with not even a window in it. Just four walls that seem to have gotten closer than the last time I had paid attention to them. “I’ll text message the others, see if they can get the operators of the house to help us.”

Standing up doesn’t help the irregular waves of nausea that continue to hit me, but it’s better than how hard it is to breathe when I’m sitting. “But that’s going to take ages!” Except now it’s both hard to breathe, and I feel like I’m going to throw up. And I feel light headed. And my legs don’t want to hold me up anymore. A deep growl escapes my throat as I kick the stump of the closest broken pillar, making a few extra chunks fly off of it. “Why the hell did they make half of these rooms so damn tiny!?”

I kick it again until a hand sits firmly on my shoulder. It’s weird that I already feel so much for this guy, as anyone else would get an elbow to the ribs for touching me while this nausea keeps attacking me. I move away instead, huffing a bit while also taking in a few deeper breaths. “Are… Remus, do you happen to be claustrophobic?”

“What? Fuck no.” I can almost see Janus raising his eyebrow at me; always somehow knowing when I’m lying. It’s just some stupid fear that everyone thinks that I got over years ago. I can last until someone comes to grab us. Maybe sitting down will help...

“I know that we have only just met, but I will ask if you need comforting right now. And before you say that you don’t need it; you are shaking.” The nausea fades into chills and a heavy stone in my gut as I look at my hands as the ground gets a little closer. I close my eyes, hoping that I can just imagine that I’m outside or in a huge cathedral with furniture and lots of room to run around. My hands aren’t shaking; they can’t be shaking. If Roman or Patton or Virgil- anyone knew that I would turn into this wreck just because I’m in a tiny space, I’d never hear the end of it. Being afraid isn’t… It’s not me.

A comforting warmth makes me jump, sliding me off of my pins-and-needles-filled legs. Something slides in behind me, with one hand on my waist and the other helping my wings fold before I’m pulled into a chest. Logan’s chest. When the hell did he wrap his wings around me? 

“I’m not great at this…”

“It’s cool.” I go to say ‘me either’, but instead decide to relax into him. My chest still hurts and it's still harder to breathe then what I’d like.

“You were crying.” 

“I didn’t notice.” Well fuck. What a great first impression this has been. He doesn’t sound judgemental, and he has his wings around me, so he mustn’t think too badly of me. Probably...

“Are you alright?”

I shake my head, sighing as he adjusts the both of us for a few seconds before he finally seems comfortable. “Don’t tell anyone that this happened. They uh, don’t know.” All of my usual drivel and weird flirts are weirdly vacant from my head. It’s weird since that’s the usual, but it’s not bad. I don’t think I’ve felt this comfortable since I was a kid. “The claustrophobia thing, I mean.” 

“Ah. Of course. Your secret’s safe with me.”

Logan seems shy; that’ll be fun to fuck with later. A distant scream from the haunted house brings his arm further around me, and I definitely get a smug smirk because I know that Roman didn’t get cuddles for weeks after meeting Janus. Logan may be a little awkward but holy shit, I already love this.

It's too quiet though; I can hear how bad my breathing is and it’s making me way too self conscious. “I’m gonna eat a full squid in front of Roman to cheer myself up after this.” He stifles his laugh too. Oh, he really is a shy one! And he doesn’t get grossed out easily from the sounds of it.

“They do have three hearts that could be used to help you scare him, but I’m unsure if they are also edible. It may depend on the species.” He hesitates for a moment, moving his head to look down at me, judging by how he’s moving. Roman did say that he was a nerd, but not about stuff that’s actually cool. “I do know that they use two for their gills while the third sends blood to the rest of the body.”

He stops again, this time tensing up the shoulder that I’m using as a pillow. With a huff, I reach up to pat his face before closing my eyes; getting comfortable enough to try and forget where we are. “Keep goin’, you’re nice to listen to. Got that sexy teacher voice thing going on.”

I’m exhausted, but manage a chuckle after his sputters for a moment. He starts talking once more as the hand that’s wrapped around me lightly tapping a rhythm against my side.

“Oh, uhm, alright. I myself am afraid of the ocean, as we have mapped far more of Mars then it and it confirms that over ninety percent of the world is in the dark, but it is rather fascinating to know that ninety-five percent of life on Earth comes from our Ocean’s-” I get to listen to Logan talk endlessly about cool facts, wrapped in his large wings, while being comforted about some silly fear as we sit inside of a partially collapsed room? I think I could get used to stuff like this.

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[lousimusician]

Trying To Adjust

Pairing: Frat!Tom x Reader

Requested By: @blissonal

Request: Hi! I was wondering if I could request a frat!tom imagine/blurb, where tom is having a hard time adjusting to a real relationship and it makes the reader think that he’s with other girls/just playing her. I just like a lot of angst, so end it however you want.

Word Count: 1.9k

Warning: Angst

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Tom: Sorry babe, can’t tonight, there’s gonna be another party

You stared blankly at the text Tom just sent before shutting your phone and dropping your hand down, making it hit your bed which you were currently laying on.

You sighed sadly, gaining the attention of your roommate, “What’s up?” Elizabeth asked.

”Nothin’” you mumbled, “Tom just blew me off again.”

Her eyes snapped up to you, looking away from her laptop at her desk, “Again!” She exclaimed.

You rolled your eyes, “Yup.”

”What the hell, why?”

You shrugged, “I dunno...” you trailed off.

”You don’t think he’s cheating on you, right?”

”What,” you sat up quickly, “No of course not! Why? Do you?” You asked, suddenly fearing the worst.

”Well I don’t know, but he doesn’t have a very good reputation. He used to sleep around a lot.”

”I mean, I knew that but once we started dating he obviously stopped.”

She shrugged, “Yeah but maybe he fell back in his old ways. Like he was really bad. I remember this one time where he was in the quad with his friends and there were these three girls that found out he was playing them all at the same time, I’m talking like the same situation in John Tucker Must Die— which is a great movie, but I digress— only they didn’t do it as good as the movie did, but they all approached him in the quad and each one of them gave this long speech about why he’s a dick and one of them even slapped him. And then you know what happened later that night?”

”No,” you said, eyebrows furrowed in worry.

”He had a foursome later that night at a party with all of them!”

”What!” You hissed.

”Well, I don’t know that for sure, but that’s what the rumors say,” she shrugged.

You groaned, falling back on your bed, “Ugh, I don’t know what to think. Everything was going so well and then he just started blowing me off, like at the very least he could invite me to these parties he’s always going to.”

”Why don’t you just go anyway?”

“I don’t know... I won’t know anybody there.”

”You’ll know Tom and he’s your boyfriend, that’s enough in my opinion for you to show up.” 

You paused, considering this, “But don’t they have stupid rules, like the girls need to wear dresses that practically shows off their entire ass.”

Elizabeth laughed, “Yeah, I have a dress like that if you need one.”

You paused again, “Sure.”

-

You don’t really know why you agreed to go, it just seemed sneaky on your part. Like you were the untrustful girlfriend that just wanted to see if her boyfriend was being faithful. Which isn’t exactly the kind of thing you wanted to impose on this relationship, especially since you’ve only been together a month and a half and things were still pretty new.

But here you were at your boyfriend’s frat party, with a thong that was all the way up your fucking ass and a dress that really wanted to show that off.

You walked through the house, gaining a few looks from guys that either knew you and looked surprised to see you here or guys that were too focused on your ass to notice anything else about you.

You didn’t see him in the living room or where there was a spot cleared so people can grind on each other to the music that had been playing (and you were really glad he wasn’t there).

So you naturally made your way to the kitchen, and

Bingo.

You were immediately able to spot the locks of brown hair just from looking at him from behind.

He had currently been talking to a bunch of his frat brothers about whatever the fuck they usually talked about. Noah, probably your least favorite frat member, noticed you, his face lighting up.

”Oooooh!” He shouted, “Look who’s arrived!” He shouted again, following it with his own whipping sound affect, throwing his hand back then forward to mimic the motion.

You rolled your eyes, yeah you really hated Noah.

Tom immediately spun on his heels, the smile that had previously been on his face faltered, eyes widening in panic.

”(Y/N)!” He yelled in surprise, “What- uh what are you doing here.”

”I wanted to see you, can we talk for a second?”

You had barely finished the sentence when another one of his friends yelled out, “Pussy-whipped!”

Tom glanced back at them before looking at you again, “I mean— we can talk here right?”

You clenched you’re jaw, disappointed that he was letting his loser friends get to him.

But you sucked it up and continued, “Sure, I decided to drop by since you couldn’t make it to the movies like we planned.” You said, stepping closer so you were in front of him.

”Oh well, that’s great darling,” he said leaning down to kiss you, making the others whistles, “But uh- are you sure you wanna stay? I’m gonna be kinda busy with entertaining tonight, and you don’t really know anyone here...” he trailed off.

You pouted, “You can’t hang out with me even for a few minutes?” You ignored the whipping noises the others had all started making now.

But unfortunately Tom couldn’t.

”I mean, I was kinda in the middle of something.”

You were really starting to feel your heart break with all this.

”We haven’t hung out lately.” You sighed.

Tom was beginning to start really guilty about all this. He hated making you sad and insecure, especially since it was technically his first real relationship and he wasn’t too into the idea of completely screwing it up already, but what else could he do? And it was really hard to think clearly with all the whipping noises behind him.

”I know baby, I’ll make it up to you though.”

”Okay, when?”

”Tomorrow.”

You raised an eyebrow, “Tomorrow? Tom I’ve already told you I’m heading home for the weekend.”

The teasing shouts and obnoxious noises from his friends were becoming deafening in Tom’s ears.

”Okay, when you get back.” He rushed, just wanting to get this conversation over with.

You were really starting to get pissed at this point, “Y’know, Elizabeth thinks you might be cheating on me.” 

And suddenly it was as if the shouts that were behind Tom completely stopped (When in reality they actually got louder).

”What? Cheating on you? And you believe that?” Tom couldn’t have been more insulted. You were actually the first girl he’s ever been faithful towards.

”I don’t know!” You shouted, “You keep blowing me off all the time and you barely text or call! Is it really that hard to believe that’s where my mind would go? Especially with your reputation?”

”No, stop it. You should know that I would never do that to you!”

”Well how am I supposed to know that when you never wanna hang out anymore!?” You yelled, not even feeling a little embarrassed by the show you were giving to his friends.

He grabbed your shoulders, “(Y/N) listen to me. I have never cheated on you.” He spoke slowly. “You’re the only girl that’s ever made me feel this way, why would I screw it up by sleeping with some girl I don’t like.”

At this point you were too mad to see his reasoning, “I don’t know,” you snapped, “If you’re not cheating then why are you screwing this up by always caring so much about what these assholes think?” You asked, pointing at the group behind him.

”Whoa!” Noah shouted obnoxiously, “Little (Y/N)‘s got some fire in her! Tommyboy, is she like that in bed too!?”

Tom suddenly remembered them now, and starting glancing back at them nervously.

He groaned, “God! I don’t know what you want from me!” He yelled, running a hand through his curls.

”What I want?” You scoffed, “I want you to man up and be my boyfriend! Answer my calls and texts, and maybe make an effort to reach out to me too, and stop canceling every single one of our fucking plans! I don’t know what you think it is we have but it is not a functioning relationship!”

”Y’know what? Fine! Maybe if you hate our relationship so much, we should just break up!”

”Break up,” you hissed, “So your solution to fix a fucked up relationship is to just end it! Cause if it is I promise you that you will never have a healthy relationship!”

The sounds of his friends had finally started to die down.

”Who gives a shit! Maybe I don’t want a healthy relationship anyway, at least now I can fuck all the girls you thought I was cheating on you with!”

You could tell he was already falling back into the person you had met for the first time just two months ago. Just this douchey frat boy, who didn’t know how not to be a dick to everyone.

But now you wanted to hurt him because of how mad he was making you, “Fine by me! Then I can fuck all the guys I want to then too!”

“Fine! Good luck trying to find a guy that wants to fuck your annoying ass!”

Well that one stung.

You heard a quiet ‘oh shit’ from one of his friends, the whole room watching in anticipation.

You scoffed, “Oh trust me Holland, I will have no trouble finding guys.” 

He clenched his jaw, “You sure about that? This entire school already thinks you’re overbearing and bitchy.”

”Fine, you wanna play it like that?” You turned your head to one of his friends, who you were pretty sure was named Aaron, “You,” you pointed at him, “You wanna go up to your room and fuck?” You stated plainly.

He blinked in surprise, “What— like now?”

You rolled your eyes, “Yes like now.”

”Fuck yeah!” He shouted, jumping to his feet, from where he was previously sitting on the kitchen counter.

Tom looked at him with wide eyes, “Aaron what the fuck?”

He gave Tom an unsympathetic shrug, “Sorry man, I mean look at her, she’s fucking hot,” he said, passing Tom to stand next to you.

You grinned, looking at Tom, “See Tommyboy?” You mocked, “He thinks I’m hot.” 

And just for that extra punch, you pulled Aaron down by the collar of his shirt and crashed your lips to his, turning so you could make direct eye contact with Tom while you kissed someone he had considered to be a friend up until a few seconds ago.

And you hated to admit how satisfied you felt upon seeing the destroyed look on his face.

You pulled away from Aaron, “Have fun fucking those girls and spending all your time with these assholes~” you sang, before dragging Aaron out of the kitchen by the wrist.

Tom stood there completely floored as to what had just happened.

Noah walked over to Tom and patted his shoulder, “Tough break. But look at the bright side. Now I can finally introduce you to Angelica right?”

Tom narrowed his eyes at him and shook his head, “Go fuck yourself.” He said before walking away from his “Friends”.

After that shit show, Tom spent the rest of his night locked up in his bedroom, going back and counting over every time he blew you off.

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[A/N]: Lol this was just supposed to be a short blurb but I couldn’t help myself

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[sugarsugarmoon]

About Time

Summary: Jimin x reader. After you drunkenly kiss Jimin at a party, you aren’t sure where you stand with him.

Genre: Smut that's a tiny bit fluffy

Warnings: unprotected sex, recreational alcohol use, public sexual stuff (but not public sex), possessiveness (a tiny bit), praise kink (a tiny bit)

a/n: This is part of my 500 Drabble Game still. I'm just slow this time. Oh well. I’m really really insecure about the way that I write Jimin. I hope it’s okay. Unedited.

Word Count:1814

Jimin pushes your body against the wall behind you. The wind whips your hair and causes a shiver to run down your spine...or was it the way that Jimin’s breath felt against your neck, the way his hands felt on your skin, the way his hips pressed against yours, the way his scent lingered in your nose?

This whole thing had started when you’d drunkenly kissed him at a holiday party a couple of weeks ago. He had just looked so cute with his blond hair falling in his eyes, and your inhibitions were lowered. You’d caught him in the hallway away from the other guests, and you’d pushed your lips messily against his. You choked on your embarrassment and pulled away from him, trying to dart down the hall. He grabbed your wrist as you started to flee and pulled you back into him. His hand wrapped around the back of your neck gently, tickling your delicate skin. His lips found yours, and it was the perfect drunken kiss, sloppy and romantic. His mouth moving slowly and drunkenly against yours.

Before you could lose yourself completely in the way the pillows of his lips felt on yours, you heard a surprised little squeal from the end of the hall. Both you and Jimin turned to see Jungkook trying to look at anything but the two of you.

“I’m sorry. I just needed the bathroom. I-I’ll go somewhere else,” he blurted out and quickly darted away.

You and Jimin exchanged a look and silently agreed to rejoin the party. The two of you pretended that nothing happened and mingled with the rest of your friends at the party. You didn’t mention that again.

But when you’d arrived at the bar for Taehyung’s birthday party and the group New Year’s Eve party in a short tight skirt and a low cut top , you saw Jimin’s eyes immediately follow you around the room. You purposely flirted with other guys in the bar, and after you’d only thrown back one shot with Taehyung, Jimin came over and asked to join the two of you. You accepted simply by slowly nodding, letting a smirk sneak across your lips. He stayed close to you for the next half hour.

Hoseok came over and asked you to dance, and when you had agreed, Jimin’s eyes filled with fury.

“I need to talk to you first.”

He pulled you by the hand outside the bar, grabbing your coats from the nearby table. You draped your jacket around your shoulders when you’d gotten outside, and you looked up to see Jimin staring at you with an intense, sober look in his eye despite the several drinks you’d seen him consume. 

And now you’re here, body pressed against his, his hands exploring every inch of you. Your panties are all ready sticking to your core just from the way he looked at you. 

With his mouth on your neck, he inquires in a gravelly voice, “Did you think I wouldn’t notice? Flirting with other guys just to get under my skin?”

You feel yourself growing even warmer between your thighs, and you roll your hips gently against him. His teeth nip at your neck and the exposed skin of your chest.

“I wasn’t trying to get under your skin. I was just having a good time,” you sass, hoping that he’ll say how he feels before you have to.

“Is that so?” he asks, pulling back and staring into your eyes with a cocked eyebrow. “It seemed at Namjoon’s party that you wanted my attention pretty badly. You seemed pretty desperate for me.”

He smirks, and it’s gorgeous. You want to kiss that pretty smirk right off his face, but you don’t want to give him the satisfaction. 

“I was. You seemed pretty desperate for me too though, Jimin-ssi. But then you didn’t call or text. Nothing for two weeks. What’s a girl supposed to think?” You worry your bottom lip between your teeth, nervous for what his answer will be

The use of honorifics seems to throw him for a second, a smile flitting across his countenance before he replaces it with his serious sultry face. “Well...you didn’t either,” he mutters.

“Yeah! Because I was embarrassed!”

Instead of replying, he presses his mouth against yours. This time it’s more fiercely and less sloppy. It feels like there’s more emotion behind it.

“Tell me how you feel about me,” Jimin gasps as he pulls away from your lips.

You weren’t planning to confess your feelings for Jimin tonight, so you pause for a second. Hurt flashes in his eyes when you don’t respond, and you know you have to say something.

“A lot!” you blurt, feeling the heat rising into your cheeks.

With a smirk now spread across his features, he asks, “A lot, huh? A lot what?”

“C’mon, Jimin-ssi,” you whisper, trying to keep a sultry tone, tracing a finger up the line of buttons in his shirt, “don’t make me embarrassed. You know what I meant. I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. Have you?”

You may not have the upper hand after your awkward, blurted confession, but you know that you’re still affecting him because you can feel his hard cock pressed against you through his jeans.

“Maybe we should go back to your place,” Jimin giggles just a little, slipping between adorable and sultry, “and I can show you how hard I’ve been thinking about it.”

“Wow, Park, that was cheesy even for you.”

You chuckle softly but don’t withdraw from him. He takes out his phone and orders a cab for the two of you. While you wait, he continues to let his lips linger over your neck, nipping gently with his teeth at the skin. 

When the taxi arrives, he leads you into it and takes his seat as close to you as he can manage. He keeps his fingers on the exposed skin of your thigh, drawing gentle circles with his thumb. When you turn to look at him, he wraps his hand around the back of your neck, just like the first time, and pulls you toward him. Instead of pressing his lips to yours like you expect, he presses his forehead against yours. His eyes searching yours for something, and his are clear and beautiful, deep chocolate. He didn’t wear lenses tonight, and you’re grateful that you get to see him without anything between you.

When you get home, you struggle getting the key in the lock because Jimin is behind you with his hands on your hips. Inside, Jimin pushes you against a wall, the same way he did earlier. He looks in your eyes for a moment, and then his mouth finds yours. You kiss each other hard, ravenous and desperate. Both of you have been turned on for so long that it feels like you can’t feel him quickly enough.

He peels your shirt over your head and admires your tits before dipping his head to place sloppy kisses on the upper swell. He presses his hips against you, and you can feel how hard he is. You reach down and begin unbuttoning his pants. “Jimin, please take me to the bedroom, and fuck me.”

“Fuck that, y/n. I want to fuck you right here.”

You can’t stop the moan that falls over your lips as you hear his words. You undo his pants and yank them down to the floor. You see his cock swelling under the fabric of his underwear, and you cannot wait to feel him. Your hand sinks below his waistline and pulls his dick out. The skin is smooth, and it feels perfect in your hand.

He lets you stroke him for a moment, then he grabs you firmly by the hips and trades places with you. He bends you over the arm of your couch and pushes your shirt skirt up around your hips. With your panties around your ankles, you feel him slide his length against your dripping core.

“So wet,” he groans.

“You feel so good. Please fuck me. I can’t wait anymore.”

You are desperate and pleading with him, but you feel like you’re going to die if he doesn’t bury his cock inside you right now. Luckily, you don’t have to find out because he pushes slowly inside of you. A moan escapes you as he starts to pull back out. He moves his hips slowly, and you feel every inch of him dragging along your walls.

“Jimin, it’s so good. More...faster,” you whine, as you push your hips back against him a little.

“You’re so pretty,” he growls as he rocks his hips harder and more quickly.

You can feel that you are already about to cum because you’ve been worked up for so long, and waited even longer for Jimin to finally come around to fucking you. The pressure and fire is building up inside of you.

“I’m gonna cum.You feel so good.”

“How good? Tell me,” Jimin says, his thrusts becoming more and more erratic.

“So good. I’ve never cum this fast just from a guy’s dick before. Your dick is perfect. Your hands feel so good on my skin. You’re hitting all the right parts inside me. You are so good, Jimin.”

He moans loudly and his hips stutter slightly. You feel your pussy starting to pulse around him, your orgasm tearing through you. Your moans mingle in the air with his, and he pulls you up so your back is against his chest. He latches his mouth onto the skin of your shoulder as his cum fills you, painting your walls.

Still inside you, he buries his face into your neck and breathes deeply, leaving gentle little kisses. 

“I’ve waited so long for that,” he murmurs against you.

“You? I’ve been waiting for months if not years, Park Jimin!”

“What?!” he exclaims in a sleepy voice, “I thought you were interested in Hobi-hyung, so I didn’t push it.”

You giggle because you can’t believe how wrong he is. “Jimin, it’s always been you.”

You can feel him smile against you, pulling you into his chest. He finally pulls out of you and drags your panties back up your weak legs. He readjusts your skirt before pulling up his own pants and smoothing his hair. He checks his reflection in the mirror and giggles, running a finger along his swollen lips.

“What are you doing?” you inquire.

“Well, we still have some time before midnight. We better get back to the party. Now when those other boys are talking to you, you’re full of my cum, so we both know who it is you prefer.”

He starts walking out the front door, and you follow behind him, giggling at the thought that you could be interested in anyone besides him.

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[bigboomboi]

A gift Worth Thousands

Words: 3,297

Warning: Cursing and that’s about it, nothing but fluff here

Happy Birthday Bakugo Katsuki!

As soon as Bakugo woke up, he knew what day it was. The thought irritated him to no end, because for some reason people always thought to make a big deal out of it. It was just a stupid day, like every other stupid day. There was no need for the dumb, annoyingly loud singing or several random people running up to say it all day… or the bountiful amount of gifts he never actually got.

Yeah. None of that ever happened. Not for him anyway.

In all his years 1-A tried to celebrate his birthday once their first year and out of embarrassment-disguised as irritance he blew up the cake. Now, no one actually does anything for his birthday. He'll get the occasional birthday frame on snapchat from all his streaks. But that'll be it. Well, that and the birthday text from his parents. But, nothing more.

So, he thinks, until he opens his door.

"What the fuck?" A small box sat on the floor. If it hadn't been for the bright polka dotted wrapping paper he wouldn't have seen it.

He picked it up and shook it gently, like it was going to tell him what was in it. A low thunking echoed from inside it and in his piqued interest he ripped the lid off, ungracefully.

'Happy Birthday, Bakugo!'- A simple kind of note, typed so he wouldn't know the handwriting.

Under the note sat a small ceramic bomb-omb. Nothing more to it, nothing less. Just a-kind of- adorable paperweight.

He rolled his eyes at the gift, and looked over everything to find the gifter, but found nothing. What kind of idiot doesn't put their name on a gift?

"Whatever, thanks whoever." He grumbled turning back into his room to set the paperweight on his desk before rushing off to start his early morning training. 

During his workout, he managed to forget about the gift he got, and almost about his birthday altogether. All the way up until he was greeted by two gift boxes in front of his door, these bigger than the last he got. He scooped the two boxes up, once again not finding any indication of the senders.

Bakugo opened the longer box of the two, his eyebrows furrowing at the two black, and orange wooden sticks carefully placed, crossing each other. Looking closer at them, he found that they were custom made drumsticks. They both had his name elegantly carved into the base, small explosion drawings on either side of his name.

He looked at the note left on the bottom of the box ‘I know you broke your last set… and the others, so these are made out of Hickory, a bit heavier than the Maple ones the school gives but sturdier. Happy Birthday!’ Once again, no name. 

He pulled open the next gift, the simple note on top short and sweet. ‘I thought you’d like this one, Happy Birthday :)’ It was a pro switch controller, in his hero colours, his initials detailed onto the left bottom side of the controller. Another thing inside the box was a dock, also detailed for him. Explosions covered it, and his common saying of ‘Die Extras’ slanted on the front side. He flipped it over to find the back was decorated with his name.

Bakugo covered his face and scoffed, realizing he was smiling at the gifts he’d received. He grumbled, irritated that he didn’t know who left him his presents. He hadn’t even the slightest clue. At the same time… he didn’t want to ask and make it seem like he cared. 

So he didn’t. 

He stomped his way down stairs, running into the rest of his class. Literally, with neither watching where they were going, Bakugo and Y/N collided harshly. Squeaking, Y/N slipped and almost fell, but thankfully Bakugo’s arm secured her to his chest before she could go down.

“Oh, hi, Bakugo! Thank you!” Y/N L/N. Eighteen years old, rank fifth in the class. Quirk; Glass creation. She could create glass from her body, much like Momo. She was kind, smart, quiet. Easy to work with in teams. 

Actually, she was really cute when he gave her a real once over.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Watch where you’re going, dumbass.” He grumbled, letting her stand up straight.

“I think that’s a two-way road, Bakugo.” She teased, softly.

Bakugo scoffed, pushing past her, knocking her shoulder, albeit softer than he would anyone else, but still. “Whatever.”

“Oh, Bakugo!” She called before he got too far. “Happy birthday!”

Despite the scowl on his lips, his heart smiled, beating a bit faster. Before the flush on his face could expose him, he waved her off and walked off. 

Now, as he stepped into homeroom, he was less annoyed to find another gift wrapped box. This time it sat on his desk and it was flat and maybe just bigger than his hand. He furrowed his eyebrows, he clearly wasn’t the first one in the classroom as other students had already sat in their seats talking or scrolling through their phone.

Bakugo looked around, discreetly, to see if anyone was watching him expectantly, but no one was. He huffed, and gently untied the ribbon and pulled the lid off. ‘Yes, you can wear it inside. Iida shouldn’t bother you about it, Happy Birthday!’ His lip twitched up into a smile, this time the note was handwritten. It was pretty and small, definitely not Kaminari or Kirishima.

Under the note sat a black beanie, an orange explosion was embroidered on the folded lip with ‘Ground Zero’ decorated through the middle of it. By the looks of it, it looked like it was hand sewn, at least from the slight offness of the letters, but it was still well put together. He lifted it to put it on, but paused and looked over to Iida. It only took a moment for Bakugo to catch his eye and Iida simply nodded and went back to his conversation.

Bakugo smirked, they really did talk to Iida about it. Who the hell would go through the trouble to make sure he wouldn’t get bitched at? For some reason, his eyes flickered over to her. Maybe it was because she just stepped into the classroom, or because he kind of wanted the gifter to be her. The world would never know.

He slid the beanie over his hair, watching Y/N just barely make it to her seat before the bell rang. Unable to help himself, he listened into her conversation with Tsu, maybe secretly hoping it was about him. “You were almost late, ribbit.”

“Yeah, I couldn’t get it to fit in my locker.” Y/N whispered, a pout evident in her voice. “This is hard.”

“You’re the one who chose to do it this way. There were much easier ways to go about it, ribbit.” Tsu teased.

“Yeah, yeah. But I’m a pussy, so there’s that.” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Hey, Baku-Bro. Nice beanie!” Kirishima suddenly dragged Bakugo out of the girl’s conversation.

“Thanks, Shitty Hair. Birthday present.” Bakugo grunted, watching his expression, just in case it was him who gifted him the hat.

“That’s awesome, who gave it to you?” Kirishima’s eyes lit up at the idea of his friend getting a gift.

“Dunno. No name on the box.” He answered, ruling out his best friend. “They just let a note.”

Bakugo handed over the note, not noticing the eyes of a certain someone following his movement. Kirishima looked over it, eyebrows furrowing. He knew the handwriting, he’d seen it somewhere. But where? Then it clicked for him.

Glancing up at Bakugo, who stared out the window, he let his eye shift over to the glass maker. She turned red instantly, knowing she’d been caught. Her eyes widened in panic as Kirishima began speaking again.

“Well, the handwriting is way to nice to be us.” He pointed out, referring to the boys of the Bakusquad. “Mina slants her writing a bit, too. So I don’t think it’s from her. Why don’t you ask Iida, they obviously talked to him, so he should know.”

Kirishima could almost swear he could feel Y/N’s heart beating from his seat. Bakugo grunted and rolled his eyes. “I don’t care, enough. If they want to hide, they can hide.”

That was a lie, but Y/N didn’t know that. All she knew was that she was safe from the embarrassment of him knowing. She glared at Kirishima as he grinned at her and had half the mind to throw her note book at him, but that would cause issues, so she settled for flipping him off.

All she had to do was make it through the rest of the day and she could go back to silently pining. This secret admirer gifting thing was stressful.

 Making it to lunch, Bakugo hadn’t gotten anymore gifts. Which was a bit annoying, but he didn’t dwell on it too much. Or tried to. He expected another gift or two, but nothing, so guessed they were done.

But Uraraka stopping him before he could go buy lunch, changed that thought. “Here you go, Bakugo! Happy Birthday!” She passed him an adorably wrapped bento box.

“Pink cheeks? You’re the one leaving me presents?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, no.” She waved her hands, trying to shoo away the idea. “I’m just the messenger!”

Was it bad that that cleared away his sudden disappointment? “Who the fuck is it then?”

Uraraka grinned. “I am not allowed to disclose that information.”

“I’ll buy you cookies if you tell me.” He tried.

“Nope, she gave me ten boxes of Pockey to swear secrecy.” She beamed before slapping her hands over her mouth.

“She?” Bakugo smirked. “You might as well tell me her name, now.”

Uraraka shook her head and he sighed. “Whatever, tell her I said thanks at least.”

“Enjoy!” She smiled, before running off.

Bakugo rolled his eyes and stalked off to his table and sat down, briefly noting Mina wasn’t around. He looked around to find her sitting with the other girls of 1-A, and they all stared him down. With them all watching, it was hard to tell which one gave him lunch. He looked away from them to open his lunch.

It was charbroiled chicken with a side of cucumber, crab sticks, macaroni salad, and white rice. He could immediately smell the spice wafting off the chicken, they really put work into it.

“Woah, that looks really good, Bakugo!” Denki complimented, already salivating.

Bakugo quickly raised a threatening fist, as he looked over the note in the lid. “Touch it and I’ll blow you up.”

‘Spicy chicken for the Spicy Explosion Boy? Happy Birthday!’ This one also was handwritten.

“Don’t take it personal, he’s just protective over his birthday gifts.” Kirishima teased. “From the secret gifter.”

“Oh, a mysterious sender on your birthday? Do they know you hate celebrating your birthday, or?” Sero commented, laughing.

“I don’t know.” Bakugo grumbled, taking a bite of his lunch. “And I don’t hate it.”

“You figure out who’s leaving them?” Kirishima asked.

“They’re a she. Pink cheeks gave me the box and said she bribed her into silence.” Bakugo answered.

“So a girl. That’s not Uraraka.” Sero piped. “Momo?”

“I don’t think she likes Bakugo enough to put this much energy into his birthday. Plus, her handwriting is too different from this girl’s.” Kirishima offered.

“Mina?” Denki tried.

“Doubt it, she would give these gifts to him herself. Also she can’t wrap presents for shit. Remember Christmas?” Kirishima said, munching on his own lunch.

“Jirou? I got drumsticks this morning.” Bakugo admitted, although he knew it wasn’t her.

“Nah, pretty sure she’d drown you if she got the chance. Not make you lunch.” Kirishima shrugged, absentmindedly looking at the girls who had moved onto their own devices. “Maybe it’s Y/N. She always gives people a bunch of birthday presents. Tsu got like twenty on her birthday.”

“I don’t talk to Y/N.” Bakugo hurriedly pushed the idea away.

“You barely talk to any of them, dude.” Denki reminded, laughing. “So it could be Y/N.”

Bakugo grunted, ignoring the comment, trying to feign indifference, but he subtly turned his gaze into the giggling girls, zoning in on the one in question. He did sort of want it to be her leaving him gifts.

He toyed with the thought for the rest of lunch, her going through all the work to get him gifts, wrapping them and giving him notes? The idea brought a light feeling to his chest. But was it a plausible thought?

Would Y/N really waste the time on an asshole like him?

Probably not, he decided, pushing the thought to the back of his mind.

Later on, gathered in the living room some of the 1-A students tried to work through their homework while the others idly played on their phones. Bakugo sat staring at his textbook, working through who his gifter was, but he couldn’t get past the want for it be Y/N. So really, he was just thinking about her for the last two hours.

“Guys, I made cupcakes!” Speak of the devil. Y/N set out cutely iced, chocolate cupcakes with basic white icing, nothing too special.

Reaching to grab one, Bakugo’s hand was intercepted, by different cupcake “Wait! This one’s for you.” She handed him an orange iced cupcake with a small candle in the middle. “A birthday cupcake!”

A birthday cupcake? He blinked at it and then up at her. He hadn’t had any sort of cake since the one he exploded. Thankfully, everyone else was too caught up in snagging a regular cupcake for themselves to noticed how dumbstruck he was.

“Uh, sorry about the plate, I thought it was a cute idea at the time, but then I realized what the heck are you going to use it for after this.” He looked down to look at his plating. It was a small tea plate, shaped as an explosion. “So, you don’t have to keep it if you don’t want to, you can even toss it out the window right now if you want to, I-.”

“Thank you, for the cupcake and the plate. I think I’ll keep it.” He cut her rambling off.

“You’re, um, you’re welcome. I’m glad you like it.” Bakugo felt prideful, knowing that the soft smile she presented was for him.

There was that stupid hopeful thought again. Maybe he could just ask her, would she tell the truth? How disappointed would he be if it turned out not to be her? Too disappointed, but still he opened his mouth to ask anyway.

“Did-?” He started only get interrupted by Denki.

“Hey, wanna play your new game a bit before we go to bed?” Denki asked through a mouthful of cake. Yeah, he received another present in his last class; the new Mario Party game.

“Pikachu, don’t talk with your mouth full, fucking gross.” Bakugo snapped. “And no, not if you didn’t finish your homework!”

“But I did!” Denki waved his worksheet around. “See!”

Bakugo snatched the paper from the kid and looked over it, he dully noted that Y/N and retreated away. But his courage to ask her was faded now, so it didn’t matter anyway. What did matter; “Number nine is wrong. Correct it while I go grab my controller.”

He handed the paper back and stomped up to his room. While, this birthday had been better than the last several, he somehow still ended up dissatisfied at the end of the day. He’d gotten a crap ton of gifts and yet he hadn’t gotten the one thing he just realized he actually wanted.

Fucking stupid.

“Bakugo?” A voice pulled him out of his thoughts, and he looked up to see Y/N. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just thinking about shit.” He shrugged.

“Well, don’t think about things that’ll make you upset it’s your birthday!” She tried, cheerfully.

He scoffed. “Yeah, that’s the shit I’m thinking about.”

Y/N furrowed her brows at the statement. “Did you not like your presents?”

“No, I do. I guess. I just didn’t get the one I really wanted.” He huffed, vaguely.

He missed the slightly saddened look she eyed him with before her next sentence. “Well, hopefully you’ll like the next one!”

With that she skipped past him, leaving him to continue his trek to his room. Unless, the next gift she left him was Y/N herself, it wouldn’t make him feel better. And looking at the relatively large box left at his door, it wasn’t Y/N.

Still, he picked it up, surprised by the weight it held. He set the box on his chair and briefly read the note ribboned to the top advising him that it was fragile. Intrigued he pulled the top off and grabbed the note from inside.

‘Sorry, this is the last one I promise! I put a lot into this one, I hope you like it. Happy Birthday, I hope it was a good one.’ Sadly, this one was typed out. He liked her handwriting better.

Under the note, surrounded by a mass amount of tissue paper was a thick rectangle of glass, in what looked like a picture frame. Pulling it out completely, he found it had a cord attached. Confused, he set the glass on his desk and plugged it in.

Suddenly the glass came to life, a bright light shining up from the bottom illuminating the picture in the middle. A picture of him, actually. He was posed leaping forwards, his right hand raised and an explosion began to form. At the top of the glass words were etched ‘Ground Zero’ and then below his pictured body ‘#1 Hero’.

“Damn right, I am.” It was like one of the 3D picture crystals you saw at the mall, but bigger. “Wish I knew who you were.”

He clicked off the lights and grabbed his controller. Starting out of the room, he looked down at his controller. It took a few steps for a thought to blossom. Tsu and Uraraka had custom controller, both birthday presents, from one person. The same person who vowed to get everyone their own controller eventually. The same person who would give a person a hundred gifts if she could. The same person who literally had a quirk to create his latest gift in her bedroom…

The same person he’d been thinking about all fucking day.

“Son of a bitch.” Bakugo rushed down the stairs, practically running back to the living room, hoping she hadn’t gone to hang out in one of the girls’s rooms.

“There you are, Bakugo, thought you had ditched us.” Kirishima started to joke, but he was ignored as his friend zeroed in on Y/N who had set down a bowl of chips on the table.

She yelped as Bakugo snagged her wrist, spinning her around. “Bakugo, what ar-?”

“The last one was great, really. But still not what I want.” He declared.

Her face burned, she was caught. But she didn’t feel like he was going to kill her, so she took a chance. “Wh-what do you want?”

He grinned and leaned forwards, pressing his lips to hers. They didn’t hear the class gasp and cheer around them. They fell into their own world of each other, only returning to reality when air was needed. The moment lasted though, their eyes still locked, foreheads sweetly pressed together.

“Oh, here!” Y/N stepped away grabbing something off the table. One of the stick bows that was attached to a present box he left on the table, she turned back to him as she stuck it to her shirt. “Happy birthday!”

Bakugo laughed and pulled her back to his chest, kissing her forehead. “Yeah, happy birthday to me.”

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[kinkymagnus]

thoughts on alec? since this is mainly a magnus blog i guess i'm curious.

kfjlkfgjd thanks for resending sorry tumblr’s a bitch ily

eh i feel like generally i talk mostly about magnus bc Every Other Blog (not literally obviously but like, in general) talks about Only Alec just like…..24/7

so while i like him fine, he’s like, mostly Magnus’s Love Interest on my blog lghjflgkhjfgh but honestly just generally while i do like him i honestly don’t find him that….interesting, individually, i guess? i mean he’s not quite boring, but he’s not a character i really relate to

so the reason i don’t really write alec-centric stuff is like. 1. i just don’t find him as interesting (although i’ve had a few ideas, they’ll likely never be published thanks to…) 2. Spite

aka the alec stans suck. the Alec Stans™ to be clear, the ones who suck, not everyone who likes alec. but like, yeah

anyway let’s not just talk salt and me being petty, despite alec being not my fave i can afford to answer one (1) ask without my entire blog crumbling down and revealing i’ve been an alec stan this whole time without me even knowing it

ok so alec headcanons i guess

1. alec was a chatty kid. not what you’d think, right? but then like, he was taking care of izzy, bc she’s his baby sister and Protective, and jace wasn’t really the type to listen to him. like, ever. alec would suddenly realize jace hadn’t been listening the whole time pretty much every time he tried to have a conversation with him or talk about things he was interested in, even when he listened when jace talked about his latest crush or whatever he was interested in. alec started abruptly going quiet before his sentence was finished, and jace didn’t seem to notice or was just like oh good you’re finally done talking, here’s what i was gonna say. eventually alec gives up. he still talks to izzy but she’s so little it’s a lot slower paced and he usually pays more attention to her than what he wants to say bc Baby Sister. by the time izzy’s old enough to like, properly, hold a conversation (she is also pretty chatty) alec’s already gone a lot quieter. by the time we see him, he basically doesn’t initiate conversation on things he’s interested in that aren’t work-related. he does still sometimes talk to izzy, but it’s hard to get the words out and get everything sounding right, so he gets annoyed with himself. it doesn’t come as easy anymore.

and not to show my magnus stan roots but magnus is kind of similar, albeit way less clear cut, he tends to ramble and talk a lot about his special interests only to shut himself up when he realizes he’s definitely boring whoever he’s talking to (he isn’t, necessarily, but after enough times being told to shut up when you get excited you believe everyone wants you to shut up.) and then he was trying to keep up the whole classy unaffected stylish “def not an adorkable disaster bi nerd, i am dangerous deadly unaffected lothario man who has never even heard of star trek or whatever” facade, and rambling about whatever interested him didn’t really fit that. so he retreated more into himself, too. he did have his friends to talk to, but catarina is so busy and he doesn’t want to bother her and raphael doesn’t want to hear his foolish old dad ramble on, does he, and ragnor–he’d always put up with magnus’s babble, and listened, but magnus felt like he was boring him and then ragnor was–well.

anyway so to united these, then, they met each other. and it takes a while, but they get comfortable with each other. magnus goes on a long ramble about a potion he’s been trying to get just right and then cuts himself off, embarrassed, and apologizes for probably boring alec, and alec’s like what? no, that was really interesting, i was listening, can you explain the thing with the mandrake root? and magnus is like…oh.. (also side note: magnus is incredibly cute when rambling about things he’s interested in, he waves his hands a lot and his eyes are all excited and warm and he’s so lively, and clearly passionate, that it’s engaging and pulls you in. like a really good professor. and sometimes he starts talking about something way above most people’s heads without realizing how Smart he is, but if you ask him to clarify he’s like, totally non-condescending and explains it in creative and understandable way????? sorry im in love with adhd magnus thanks to someone anyway)

and then vice versa, alec slowly feels more comfortable talking about things that interest him, like a book he’s been reading and how it’s so fucking stupid the heroine went for the “blonde bad boy” when he’s such a dick to her, or whatever, like it starts as an angry rant about something but before he can cut himself off he realizes magnus is listening. like, actually listening. and like, if it’s appropriate, magnus will ask questions, engage in what alec’s talking about, and alec finds himself getting better at putting to words what he means and magnus is never mean about it, always patient and understanding

2. as a kid alec read romance novels. cheesy shitty fun romance novels. especially the ones that are like, written by women (or better, queer people, but that’s later) and aren’t weird? you know what i mean? and he loved them. romance was something young alec dreamed of a lot, even if he tried to ignore how he preferred tall, dark, and handsome to the main character, or the kind man the heroine fell in love with to the heroine herself. he hid trashy romance novels like most teen boys his age (including jace) hid porn magazines or whatever. he eventually maybe found some queer lit, but he didn’t dare to bring those back to the institute, instead choosing to go to the library the few times he had free time to sneak out (aka when he wasn’t working, sleeping, training, or watching izzy and jaces’ backs when they snuck out to clubs and shit.

also: 3. also i stand by the fact that alec wasn’t in denial about being gay. he wasn’t repressed, he knew exactly what he wanted and who he was, he just didn’t think it was possible for him to be with a man and be happy. 

4. alec isn’t a sweet innocent baby boy!!!! he’s seen porn, he knows how sex works, he’s masturbated, and honestly i know the show said otherwise but i find it hard to believe he never once fooled around even a little bit. just a little bit. no actual dating? not hard to believe at all. even being a “virgin” despite how outdated and terrible the concept is, not unbelievable. plenty of “normal” people reach college-age without ever having had sex, let alone shadowhunters raised to be demon-fighting soldiers. but like. look. he has the Energy. alec….Alec Fucks. also just something about the whole like, his siblings are always sneaking off to clubs and he follows them to watch their backs (is this canon or just common fanon? i honestly don’t remember) just screams to me hey, he may or may not have made out with an adventurous seelie or a mundane with eyes. or maybe a blowjob or a handjob, who knows. i’m JUST SAYING. i know this isn’t canon but i don’t care. alec lightwood has seen a dick

5. alec is ridiculously protective of people he loves. especially family (both in the sense of literal family like izzy, and family in the sense of “making your own family” like magnus) like he’d kill for them, he’d die for them, he’d live forever for them,

6. alec can and will become immortal for magnus. and not just literally only for magnus, for himself as well–like he doesn’t have to spend the rest of his life being a tool for the clave, he can work for better relations between downworlders and shadowhunters, and like accords that aren’t shitty, and he can be more than just another soldier or even head of the institute, he can be more and have time to actually spend time on himself, like it doesn’t have to be training-work-protect his siblings-sleep-training, and then one day he gets married and has kids and dies. he can actually experience the world, do things he enjoys, spend time with his husband, and most of all, he can spend the rest of his life with magnus bane, the love of his life, his husband, someone he loves so much. he can make sure magnus’s heart doesn’t get broken again by falling in love only to lose him. they get their happy ending, you know???? we stan

7. alec would be a great dad i dont know what to tell you he just would be 

8. one of the first kinks alec realized he really had like. with magnus. was office sex. yes im a slut what about it

this is bc he was minding his own business, doing paperwork at his desk, and magnus maybe sent a flirty text and alec was like mm i want to fuck him right now. and then he was staring at his desk thinking mm i want to bend him over this desk, sweep all this paper off the desk and rip off his clothes, take off his panties last and then lick his pussy until he’s begging for me to fuck him then press his chest down against the desk and fuck him until he screams. maybe i could tie his wrists behind his back with a tie. like i’m his boss? oh my god magnus in a secretary outfit. shit. he gets no work done that day. it’s just a rabbit hole of one thought to another until he’s like. sitting there hard and unable to focus on his work bc the mental image of magnus bent over in a skirt over his desk keeps playing his mind and he doesn’t want to do this paperwork he’d much rather be doing his husband.

9. alec loves making out with magnus on the couch like they’re just chilling and watching a movie and cuddling and alec loves to pull magnus into his arms and just make out. like literally not even “this ends in sex and gets hot and heavy” literally just magnus in his arms. and they kiss a lot. it’s soft and warm and relaxing tbh

10. magnus!!! and alec!!! cuddling!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! they both love it!!!!!! they’re both lowkey touch-starved!!!!!!

11. alec’s a dom top and that’s that my dudes

#long post #alec lightwood #shadowhunters #malec #trans magnus bane #trans magnus smut #alec tag #:/

[logans-chestnuts]

As You Are, Part 8*

A/N: Finally posting this replacement part that the Nipple Police deemed too naughty for Tumblr. 

I am also replacing my awful banner with this gorgeous art by @giggleberts. Thank you, dearest!!!!!

Logan had sneaked away and called you just before your alarm was set to go off again. You only spoke for a few minutes but it reassured you that he was taking whatever you had seriously. This would have been the perfect time to cool things off and reconsider the cons of being together without the incredible heat that existed between you distracting you, but if he was weighing his options, apparently there were more pros than cons at this point.

And you were as infatuated as ever, but now with a little more knowledge of who he was and genuine affection added in to the mix. Logan was unlike any man you had ever met. He was funny, smart, sexy and so inappropriate. You should probably be offended by some of the things he had said to you but he was so damned cute about it. He could charm the panties off a nun with that mischievous smile, and if he added a wink the Mother Superior would probably join in for a threesome.

Yeah, you were in deep and getting deeper.

The morning flew by. You were busy with work and that was how you liked it. You had sent a few texts to Logan throughout the day but for the most part you had been buried in your cube with headphones on, researching and writing.

You had no plans for the weekend because you hadn’t returned calls or texts all week as you had been completely engrossed in Logan. That would need to change, of course. You had good friends and your life couldn’t be put on hold for a man, he would need to fit in with your friends and…oh my, your family. Could Logan behave around family?

You decided to do some grocery shopping and laundry that night. You couldn’t live on Chinese leftovers forever, though statistically they would spoil before they ran out.

Logan had said he would probably have to go out drinking after meetings as it was a cultural thing, so you figured you either wouldn’t talk to him much or he’d drunk dial you. You were kind of hoping for the drunk dial as you had a feeling Logan was hilarious when plowed.

Your phone rang as you had settled in on the couch with a book and you grabbed it and saw Future Husband. Why hadn’t you changed that yet?

“Hi Logan,” you answered happily.

“Hey, what’re you doing?”

“Reading and doing laundry. How’d you sleep?”

“Lousy. Weird dreams. You doing anything this weekend?”

“Nope.”

“Too bad you’re not doing me.”

“That is too bad. But there’s plenty of time for that when you get back,” you said cheerfully.

“I don’t have to be anywhere for a couple hours. Video chat?”

“I am not having video sex with you, Logan,” you answered matter-of-factly.

Logan laughed. “You know me so well. And we’ve only been together a couple months.”

“Four days.”

“Like I said, couple months and we still haven’t had sex.”

“I bet we have in your mind.”

“Like we haven’t in yours. Remember, I know what a dirty girl you are, now.”

“This is true. You do inspire some pretty lewd thoughts. In fact, I’m guessing that you’re doing one of my lewd thoughts even as we speak.”

“And what do you think I’m doing?”

“Hmmm whatever could you be doing?” you said as if you didn’t know perfectly well what his long, sexy fingers were doing.

“Oh no, gotta say it if you wanna see it.”

“Well, this isn’t video chat. And I wanna see it in person. So I can see up close and personal. And taste.”

“Y/N,” he groaned. “That is so hot. Your mouth has been driving me crazy. I keep picturing your lips wrapped around my cock and I get a hard-on wherever I am. And the way you rubbed your tongue…ughh it felt so fucking perfect.”

“That was just a quickie. Not my best work, to be honest.”

“Then I might die with my cock in your mouth.”

“Like hell. I have a lot of other plans for you, babe.”

“Oh God please tell me,” he said, his voice getting breathless.

“Rather show you.”

“I can’t believe I’m fucking stuck on another continent. Hop a plane. Seriously, I’ll buy you a ticket.”

“Do you know when you’ll be home yet?” you asked hopefully.

“No. Hopefully Tuesday or Wednesday. I need to play fucking etiquette games and they haven’t even told me what the problem is yet. I am so fucking frustrated.”

“I can’t imagine. So you should relax now. Talk to me. About anything.”

“Anything?”

“Yup.”

“Tell me what you’re wearing.”

You laughed and said, “Baggy t-shirt and gym shorts.”

“Panties?”

“Yes.”

“Describe.”

“Logan…”

“Youuuuu said anything. I wanna talk about your panties.”

“Fine. White cotton granny panties.”

“Bullshit, I didn’t see a single pair of white cotton in your underwear drawer.”

“Logan Delos! You went through my underwear drawer?”

“Y/N Y/L/N you thought I wouldn’t?”

“Eh. OK, good point. They’re purple boyshorts.”

“Nice.”

“And you, darling? What panties are you wearing?”

“Ha! I’m not.”

“OK underwear.”

“Still not. I don’t wear them to bed.”

“You did at my house.”

“What would you have done if I slept naked?”

“Run screaming.”

“So I kept ‘em on.”

“That was very considerate of you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Show me your tits.”

“Not that considerate.”

“It’s almost like you don’t care that I have my hand on my hard cock, stroking it and –”

“Logan!”

“Hmmmm?” he asked innocently.

“Did I mention that you have the biggest cock I’ve seen in person?”

“Noooo,” he groaned. “Good to know.”

“Yeah. You are going to stretch me out, baby.”

“Fuck yeah, you’re gonna be so tight.”

“I’m going to lick, kiss and bite every inch of your body.”

“I can’t wait to eat that pussy of yours. I’m gonna make you beg for my cock.”

“Mmmm how about I beg now?”

“Yeah lemme hear that, baby,” he groaned.

“Please, Logan, please fuck me with your big, hard cock. I wanna feel you inside me deeper than I’ve ever been fucked.”

“Aaahhh fuck Y/N baby gonna fuck you so hard,” Logan moaned, panting.

“I’m going to wrap my legs around you and hold you in me until I cum all over your cock.”

“Oh yeah baby, I wanna feel you cum while I pound that pussy.”

“Then I wanna feel all that hot cum inside me when you can’t take it anymore and you shoot your load in my wet pussy.”

Logan came then with a shout of your name and a series of loud groans.

“Goddamn Logan, you are so fucking hot. I have never wanted a man like I want you.”

“Fuck. There’s a load of cum all over me that says you’re the hot one.”

“I want it.”

“You’re going to get more than you can handle.”

“Now I wish it had been video chat. I want to see. What are you doing to me, Logan?”

“Hopefully making you as fucking horny as you make me,” he said, still a little short of breath.

“Well that goes without saying.”

“I didn’t hear you get off.”

“No, I want you to feel me get off the first time.”

“You trying to get me hard again?”

“You said you had a couple hours,” you answered mischievously. “And I do have this fantasy of riding your cock…”

“Scratch that, I don’t think I’m going to get soft to need you to get me hard again.”

“Mmmmm yummy,” you sighed. You listened to his breathing even out, could feel him relax after his orgasm.

“Was that true? About me being the biggest?”

“Oh God yes.”

“I’ll also be the best,” he said arrogantly.

“Of that I have no doubt.” you replied. “So we’re in bed together, you just came, I’m sure I did…what are we doing?”

“Shower. Possibly shower sex.”

“Then what?”

“I’m not a cuddler, Y/N.”

“You aren’t?” you asked in complete surprise.

“Nope.”

“Thennnnn…what was watching TV on the sofa with my head on your chest? And what was sleeping together without sex?”

Logan didn’t respond for a moment. “Huh. You turned me into a cuddler.”

“Really,” you said skeptically. “You seemed pre-loaded with a cuddle mod when I got you.”

“Nerd.”

“Cuddler.”

“I will cuddle with you after sex, but if you tell anyone I’ll deny it.”

“I can live with that. Nobody else has to know that you’re sweet.”

“Sweet?? Fuck that, I am not sweet. I’m a cold-hearted manwhore,” Logan said, sounding offended. “If you think we’re gonna sync up our periods or something, you got the wrong guy.”

“Um, OK.”

“I gotta go clean up. Call ya back.”

“Ok –”

When your phone rang a bit later you let it go to voicemail. You weren’t in the mood for Logan’s constant resistance to any kind of feelings.

You texted a couple friends and found that they were out at a club celebrating a promotion. You quickly tossed your phone on the table to charge while you went and got dressed for clubbing.

You chose a skin-tight black mini skirt and red draped backless top with criss-crossed spaghetti straps in back and sky high red heels. Your makeup was perfect with winged eyeliner and bright red lippy. Your hair you left down in soft waves.

And just to be a bitch you took a full length selfie in front of your mirror and texted it to Logan with the message, Going out with friends. TTYL.

Logan’s first instinct when he got the text was to throw his phone across the room. Controlling that urge, he looked at you making a kissy face at the mirror and drew the conclusion that you were done with his bullshit. So much for ‘probably.’

Were you going to go find someone and bring him home to fuck because Logan had hung up on you? Logan’s next instinct was to go find someone to fuck and send you a pic. Two can play the selfie game.

Except…he didn’t want to go fuck someone else. You were in his blood, he wanted you. And he definitely didn’t want you fucking anyone else.

L: I’m sorry I was a dick and now you’re going out with your friends instead of talking to me. I deserve it. Have fun. You look beautiful.

You got the text in the back of the taxi on the way to the club. You would rather be home with Logan, or at least talking to him. But you knew that Logan would trample any woman who didn’t stand up to him once in a while. You refused to be a doormat no matter how crazy you were about him.

Y: Not here to serve you. I will have fun. Thanks for the compliment.

L: Babe…I don’t know what kind of temper you have yet, but I know what I’d do here and I’m gonna ask you not to.

Y: I know exactly what you’d do. And you’d send me a selfie while you did it. Right?

L: Yeah

Y: I’m not you.

L: I know

Y: TTYL

“Fuck!” Logan screamed in frustration. Why was this shit happening when he was 10 time zones away? He looked at the time and realized he had to get ready for a barbecue at the Aoki CEO’s home. He wanted to get on a plane and go grab you and drag you off to a deserted island so no other man could touch you or look at you.

He decided he needed to move the etiquette bullshit along. He needed to get home to his life now that he had a chance at one.

You didn’t have fun. You tried to dance with your friends and had a few too many drinks, even danced with a guy for a minute when he started dancing with you, but when he put his hands on your hips you pulled away and sat back down. His hands were wrong. You only wanted Logan’s hands on you.

You only wanted Logan.

Which was completely impractical and just begging for a broken heart. Why would you fall for the least suitable human on the planet to give you what you dreamed of: someone who would love you and think of you first thing when he wakes up and last thing before he goes to sleep, and all the rest of that romantic crap? He would never settle down with one woman.

It might be time to accept that and put him in the past.

“Hey,” your friend Kate said. “You’ve been quiet tonight. Who’s the guy?”

You smiled a little. Kate had known you since high school. You had roomed together at college and you were as close as sisters. Needless to say, Kate had been through every relationship you’d ever had with you and she could read you.

“I met him earlier this week.”

“And you’re already this sad? Honey, that doesn’t sound good.”

“I know.”

“Who is he? Where’d you meet him.”

You walked outside together so you could hear each other talk and you told her everything, ending with Logan’s diatribe of being a cold-hearted manwhore when you called him sweet, followed by his subsequent request that you not go fuck someone else for revenge.

“Well he sounds like a hot mess,” Kate said after a moment of silence.

You laughed way harder than the joke called for, letting out some of your pent up emotions. Then you walked over to another girl and paid her $10 for a cigarette and came back to a disapproving Kate.

“I’m completely, head over heels mad about him, Kate. I look at him and I see forever. And it’s ridiculous! I’m not like this!”

“No, you aren’t,” Kate said speculatively. “You don’t do impulsive. You never have. But this guy got to you.”

You nodded and said, “I have no idea what he sees in me. I am nothing like any of the women he usually dates. And he says that’s part of what attracted him. And I’m as mean to him as everyone else, so he knows I’m a smartass. He’s gorgeous and smart and funny and sexy and his smile is just perfection. He could get any woman he wanted. And he told me he’s been an asshole to women in the past. What about me would make him change that?”

“What about you wouldn’t? Maybe he sees what I do. You’re beautiful and smart and funny and brave and real! Plus I’m guessing he sees a few things I don’t. Coz I don’t want to have sex with you.”

You laughed a little at her joke.

“Sweetie, you’re more than enough for any man. Any issues that he has are his, not yours.”

“Thanks, but if I want to be with him and he pushes me away, pretty sure that’s about me.”

“No, not really. I mean, you said his family is messed up right?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, we all know boys with Mama issues are nightmares.”

“Ha. Yeah we’ve both had our share of Mama’s boys.”

“But this is the opposite. He’s not running because nobody can love him like Mommy…he’s running before you can leave him, like Mommy did.”

You shrugged, “The results are the same. He runs and bangs any of the dozens of women that are available to him at any given time and I wind up with my heart in a million pieces because I actually care for the jackass.”

Kate put her arm around you and you laid your head on her shoulder. You still didn’t have a clue but at least you weren’t alone.

You decided to head home. Kate stayed outside with you until your Uber got there and hugged you and put you in the car with a promise to come by for coffee tomorrow.

You looked at you phone for the first time since you had arrived at the bar. There were a couple texts from Logan and one had an attachment. You opened the text and saw a selfie of Logan pouting with his lower lip stuck out

that had the caption, “I’m sorry :(“ and the body of the text said Unsolicited dick pic.

And you laughed.

L: Don’t give up on me yet

Y: Let me know when I should, OK?

Logan grabbed his phone from his pocket when he felt your text and relief flooded his body. Despite the faux pas of looking at his phone at a social event, he tapped out an answer.

L: Can’t say that I will. I think you’re too good for me.

Y: Don’t be a dumbass. I might love you some day.

L: I got downgraded from pretty sure, huh?

Y: When you get home I’ll let you make it up to me.

L: I plan to. You’ve been upgraded to pretty sure.

Y: Damn, shitty timing for you.

L: I’m sorry. I don’t mean to push you away.

Y: You do a fucking dead-on impression of it.

L: Are you still out?

Y: On my way home.

L: Already?

Y: This guy I really like hurt my feelings and put me in a shitty mood. Didn’t feel like dancing.

L: My girlfriend had a similar issue earlier.

Girlfriend?

Y:  WTF Logan you have a girlfriend??? You fucking asshole. I swear to Christ you keep finding new ways to destroy me. If you can tear me up this much in less than a week then your girlfriend has all my sympathy. Go fuck yourself. I am so done with you.

You powered your phone down and put it in your bag, utterly disgusted with the tears streaming down your cheeks.

L: Jesus Christ Y/N I meant YOU!! You are my girlfriend!!!!

Your Uber pulled up in front of your building and you climbed out and stormed into your apartment. You left your phone on the charger in the living room and then got ready for bed.

Your pillow smelled like Logan. You flung it across the room and slept fitfully without it.

[softytom]

die for me - t.h

summary: i doN’T fucking know. 

pairing: criminal!tom & female!reader

warnings: toxic relationship, implied abuse, smut badly written and swear words.

word count: 1.7k

a/n: this is an old fic, i originally wrote it for a pairing of a show, and then I moved it to a jerome/harleen fic, but lost inspiration, so here it is. I WANNA SAY THIS IS PURE FICTIONAL, TOM WOULD NEVER AND IM NOT CONDONING THIS TYPE OF RELATIONSHIP. IT’S JUST FICTION. 

Where was he? y/n lied in her bed waiting for Tom to show up. She had texting him earlier to come to her house since her parents were away to visit her grandparents and her best friend had gone in a trip with her girlfriend. No one would know you were here, she texted him again. She stared at her phone waiting for his answer. Read but no answer. Was he angry at her? Was he doing something important? Or someone? 

Y/N threw her phone at the end of the bed and closed her trying to sleep. How can she have become so stupid in having any feelings for Tom Holland? Her family despised him, the whole N.Y.P.D was looking for him. Her best friend thought he was hot but weren’t dare to get close to him. Maybe y/n should have taken her advice.

Her phone staring bombing with new text messages, she hurried up and got her phone. Fuck, they were all from Zendaya and Laura, mostly pictures. She smiled a little to herself, she couldn’t deny being happy for them. Maybe even a little jealous. Maybe Tom could take her on a trip to the beach or the woods, where they can be alone together.

“Why the sad face?” Y/n looked over to her door and saw Jerome staring at her. She smiles at him; you could hear a squeal coming out of her. She was about the get up when he walked over to her and stopped her. “You didn’t answer my question” He said tracing his fingers on her cheeks. He looked so peaceful, eyes, like an angel, but his mind belong to the devil

“I…” She was thinking of to say to him, a lie or the truth. The truth is too corny, too childish fantasies. “It’s just that I miss my friends, I’m too lonely here” She smiled at him, trying to convincing him of a lie.

“Well now I’m here, so don’t worry about that anymore”. He smiled at her, not the creepy smile, not the smile he gives to perform his shows and the whole world to see. He gave her a sweet, tender, smile he only gave to her. 

 “Tom…” she whispered “Where were you?” Tom pulled away from her, he grunted at her.

“No one of your business” He walked to the other side of the bed. 

 He was annoyed at her, she knew that. the last time she stepped out of line, she ended up with bruises all over her. She needs to be careful to what she says to him, or else she’ll lose him. I rather die than losing Tom.

 She crawled to him and put her arms around him. “I’m sorry Tom” she kissed his cheeks. “I just don’t want to lose you and especially not to the N.Y.PD and their incompetent cops.”  She jumped out of bed, and kneel in front him and put herself between his legs. She stared moving her hands up his tight, reaching his crotch. Tom stopped her, from grabbing her face and kissing her, hard. Y/n didn’t waste any time in returning the kiss.

 “I’m not going anywhere, sweets” He tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. “Now come here. Stand-up” y/n did as she was told. “Sit” he patted on his lap. He stared kissing on her neck, slowly, making sure to tease her enough for her to beg. Then he put a hand on her thigh and lifted the skirt she was wearing,

 (Y/N) threw her head back welcoming the wave of pleasure Tom was giving her. His warm hands teasing her clit on through her underwear, He was leaving a trail of wet kisses through her neck. 

“Did you miss me?” He whispered on her ear. He slowly rubbed her clit, still through her underwear, watching her closed her eyes, fuck, he’s amazing. He was still waiting for her to answer

“Yes” (y/n) replied breathlessly. Tom grinned. Tom loved watching her squirm under his touch. 

“Did you think about me?” He pulled her underwear to the side. “You were all worried about me?” He teased her. 

Tom was a narcissist. He didn’t get the glory he expected that most criminal did in the eighty’s but he had (y/n). Always praising him, encouraging him. She had managed to make antipathic, remorseless, Tom Holland feel something.

Whatever (y/n) made him feel. It could be anger and annoyance, which was most days. Tom was easily frustrated person, and whenever (y/n) would feel like a bother, he would make her behave, with kisses or his fists. 

Tom favorite feeling was watching you tell him how much you love him, or miss him, or how beautiful and smart he is. Anything that would feed his ego, he wanted it. 

“I miss you all the time” (y/n) answered him, biting her lower lip. She grabbed his hand, guiding it towards her pussy. 

Tom yanked his hand away from hers, smirking at her. “Are we eager today?” He kept on teasing. 

(Y/N) groaned. Tom was always in charge, she loved it. The roughness of his hips hitting hers, how he would squeeze her neck until he couldn’t hear her breathe. 

(Y/N) stood up quickly, throwing her body into the edge of the bed. She pulled her shirt up, throwing on the other side of the bed. Lucky for Tom, she wasn’t wearing any bra. Whe slid down her skirt, until it reached her ankles. 

Tom was watching her every move. She rarely had moments like this, and Tom was in a pure bliss moment. Tom got up, standing in front of her, (y/n) feet touching Tom’s evident boner. 

She was slowly moving her feet, teasing him now. Tom was looking down at her, his eyes didn’t leave her face. He felt his cock getting harder by every light touch she gave. 

There’s was only two things that truly turned Tom on. Seeing people’s faces after he strikes them, and (y/n) beautiful face. 

Tom watched her faced, she was biting her lip, watching as she was teasing him, Tom smirked, he loved her beautiful face. It was blessed with innocence; Tom was kin in ruining that innocence. And he was winning. 

Tom grabbed her feet, stopping her. He pushed her legs open, standing in between them. He grabbed the hem of her underwear, pulling it down. He pulled his shirt, throwing it the same direction as her underwear. 

(Y/N) hands were all over Tom’s hair. She whimpered. Tom’s movements were slower than usual, more tenderly but still needy and deeper. Tom was leaving a small kissed on her cheek. 

(Y/N) wanted to be weird out about his behavior but her mouth was better shut. He slowly stared pounding roughly. (y/n) grip his arms, digging her nails in, crying out.

Tom grabbed her cheeks, making her look at him. “Do you love me?” He asked, slowing down his movements. 

(Y/N) wanted to slap him. How could he ask that? Of course she loved him. She tells him all the time how much she loved him. She nodded. But quickly let out a yes. Tom didn’t like it when she just nodded, he liked full answers.  

“Would you die for me?”  He thrusts stared to speed up again. Tom always asked this questions. (Y/N) didn’t know if it was to see if she was loyal or to feed his ego. Maybe a little bit of both? 

“Yes” (y/n) moaned. Her hands were stuck on Tom’s shoulder, digging in her nails as his free hand was pressuring on her hip, holding on to her. His eyes never leaving her face. 

“Would you kill for me?” Tom asked this for the first time. 

She hesitated for the first time. Kill someone? She was willing to do anything for him. Leave her family behind, as they once planned. Live her life with him, die for him, if it ever comes to that.

Thinking about taking someone’s else’s life made her sick but she had chosen to love a man whose life was bound to death. 

Whatever it takes to make him happy, she thought. Making Tom happy was her life mission, no matter the consequences.

“Yes” (y/n) moaned underneath him. He kissed her, deeply. 

Tom was picking up the pace, moving faster and hitting deeper. He was close, and so was she. 

He moved his from his cheek to her neck, lightly squeezing it. Tom groaned, letting her know he was close. He buried his head into her neck.

“I love you” he whispered but loud enough to be heard. She nodded her head, holding her moans.

(Y/N) loved hearing it. She loved him, she loved that he loved her. She would doubt it sometimes since the only time we would say those three words were in moments like this, or when he believed he took things too far. But she knows it real. He loves me. He really does.

(Y/N) eyes were already dozing off. She felt the weight of the bed lift up. She stretched her hands to feel the side Tom was in, or wasn’t in. 

Tom was putting on his clothes. (Y/N) throat stared drying up. He was always leaving after, he never stayed the night. (Y/N) wanted to know what was like to wake up in his arms. He was always gone by the morning. 

“Stay” (Y/N) said softly. She had hoped, maybe he’ll stay.

“(Y/N) … sweets. Not tonight” He said, climbing back in bed, giving her a kiss on the cheek, as if that was going to satisfy her. 

“But you never stay. My parents are out of town, and so are my friends. Tom, just please-” Tom harsh voice interrupted her.

“(Y/N)” He scolded her name, glaring right at her.

(Y/N) looked away from him. She brought her legs up to her chest, hugging herself. She didn’t want Tom to see her cry, but he knew she was about to. 

Tom walked to her side, lowering himself to the side of the bed. 

“Hey. I’ll be back tomorrow, okay?” She nodded. Tom planted a quick kiss on her lips. “You love me?” He asked her delicately. Changing his cold eyes, for a warm smile and a pouch. 

“Yes” (Y/N) answered, no hesitation.

“Good girl” He smiled at her, walking towards the door, not bothering closing it. 

(Y/N) heard his footstep reach her front door. She didn’t hear the door open for a few minutes. Maybe he’ll stay. But then she heard the door swung shut. 

(Y/N) turned around, looking at the window. He’ll come back tomorrow. He always does.

@ultimategalaxyprogram

#tom holland #tom holland fanfic #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you

[troublemakerfiction]

Trouble Maker: Dyce & MJ

Walking into Briana’s living room I plopped down on the couch looking at her. She called me over here saying some bullshit about us needing to talk. I don’t know what about but if she brings up that pussy she called her brother I’m walking out this bitch.

“What you call me over here for?” I asked her.

“You’ve been avoiding me for the last two weeks. What the fuck is up with you?”

“Nothing is up with me, I’ve been chillin’.” I shrugged.

I was laying low just in case anything about those niggas popped up on the news but I have yet to hear anything. They have no way of tracing bullets to an untraceable gun back to me. I’m not worried about anything but I still couldn’t be on some stupid shit. I’m not going to be out here on some care free shit like I didn’t just commit a double homicide.

“What happened when you saw my brother?” she asked.

“Aight I’m out,” I got up to walk out the room but she grabbed my arm.

“Where are you going? I can’t ask you a simple question now?”

“Why the fuck are you in my business? I told you when I met that nigga not to ask me shit about him.”

“Damn I just wanted to know if you knew where he was. He’s been missing the last few weeks.”

“That’s a grown ass man. How the fuck would I know his moves? Why do you care anyway?”

“That’s my brother Dyce why wouldn’t I care?”

“Bullshit, don’t lie to my face man. For real it won’t do shit but piss me off.”

“Lie to you about what?”

“Bre come on man,” I chuckled darkly.

She was playing stupid and the shit was pissing me off. This simple bitch couldn’t tell I was getting upset which shows me how much she pays attention. Always spouting some shit about love but can’t even tell I’m five seconds away from fucking her up.

Anybody that really knows me can take one look at my face and see that I’m pissed off. I don’t do the yelling and shit too much; I used to when I was younger. I stopped doing it in high school though.

Anytime I got into a fight I noticed they would come to restrain me first because I used to lose my shit. That makes me even more upset because now I wanna fuck some shit up but I have five guards holding me and shit. I started calming down so the muthafuckas wouldn’t touch me and I could get my shit off.

Acting crazy gives too much attention; I would rather look as if I’m calm so I can fuck your world up when you least expect that shit.

“I’m not lying to you; that’s my brother.”

“You think I don’t know you fucked that nigga before?” I asked and the look of shock on her face gave me exactly what I needed.

I didn’t know if she fucked the nigga or not. I assumed she did because of how she was always bringing his ass up. The look on her face just confirmed what I’ve been thinking all along.  I didn’t believe that brother shit it all.

“Wh-what are you t-talking about?” she stammered.

“Fuck outta here with that stuttering shit, you know what I’m talking about. It’s cool though, I ain’t even mad.”

“You’re not mad?”

“Nope,” I walked out of the living room and the front door. When I got in my car I pulled my phone out and called my cousin Amari.

“Yo, cuzzo what’s good.” she said when she answered the phone.

“What’s good? Yo, those girls you cool with still got beef with Bre?”

“Yeah, they don’t fuck with that bitch you know that.”

“Aight tell them I got $200 for each of them if they handle that “

“Oh shit,” she laughed. “What boojie do now?”

“I’ll tell you about that later, you got me though?”

“Yeah I got you, as a matter of fact come by here tonight.”

“For what?”

“Man, just bring your ass over here, like 11 or whatever.”

“Aight I’ll see you later.” I ended the call then continued my drive home.

When I got home I went to Darius’s room and went in. “Aye, you talked to Amari today?” I asked him.

“I didn’t speak to her but she text me like 10 minutes ago telling me come over her house later. Why? Are you going too?”

“Yeah, she’s damn near forcing me too.”

“Aight cool, you can ride with me. I’m picking up Tae though.”

“Nah, I’m good on that. I’m not third wheeling with you niggas. Is Karma going?”

“If I got a text you know she hit Karma up and that means she’s going.”

“Who is going where?” MJ came in the room and asked.

“None of your young ass business, mind your own.” I playfully pushed him. This little nigga was always trying to follow behind one of if not both of us; mostly looking for girls with his pretty boy ass.

“For real; where are y'all going? Take me with you.”

“Man hell no, you better go read a damn book or some shit. We almost got killed the last time y’all were at a party with us.”

The last time these niggas snuck out to one of Amari’s parties and got caught. I didn’t care about them getting in trouble, that’s what they get but when my parents came yelling at me talking about I should’ve made them leave is when I had a problem. I wasn’t about to go through that shit again so MJ better take his ass on.

“You’re really gonna do me like that?”

“You damn skippy, get yo ass out.” Darius pushed him out the room closing the door behind that nigga. “That shit right there is why I’m about to talk to pops about moving out.”

“Man your mother aint letting that happen, I feel you though.” I love the family to death but I’m 20 years old.

I don’t feel like having to lock my damn room so my mother or baby sisters and brothers won’t be all in my shit. I’m not even in school anymore, I need my own space and with the money I made from that nigga Bless I can afford to do it. My mother isn’t going to be happy about that shit though; especially not after what she found in my room.

“That’s why I’m going to pops first. He’ll get it, ma won’t. Hopefully he’ll talk her into it.”

“Well you tell me what he says. Maybe we can go half on a spot.”

“Cool with me,” we slapped hands.

“Bless is dead.” I blurted out and he looked at me confused. I nodded and he sighed.

“It’s not going to trace back to you right?”

“Nope I’m good.”

“So you’re taking your name serious huh?” Darius chuckled. He always made jokes about people saying I’m like our grandfather. “As long as you’re careful you can do what you want. Don’t be sloppy.”

“You already know I know better than that.”

“You told ma?”

“Hell no and I’m not telling her. Weird shit, it low-key felt normal. I wasn’t shaken up or anything I really couldn’t give a fuck about either one of those niggas.”

“Either one?”

“Prince,”

“Fuck Dyce,” Darius shook his head laughing. “You’re just out here ruthless as fuck. Those weren’t some small time niggas “

“Nah but they made a small time mistake,” I shrugged.

I didn’t tell that nigga Bless to show up with no real back up; his ego made him believe he didn’t need it because it was me. Prince knew who I came from so I don’t know why he didn’t think to be aware of what I could be capable of. As if my family would produce a damn slouch.

I always heard my pops say never you should underestimate anybody. Your ego isn’t bulletproof; they assumed I was weak and it fucked them up.

“So what’s up? Are you done with that little test of the life?”

“I promised ma I wouldn’t do it. That shit broke her heart; I’m not ever trying to see her like that again.” Seeing my mother cry over me the way she did fucked my head up.

When she first said stop I told her would but I didn’t mean that shit. It wasn’t until she looked at me with tears in her eyes that I knew I really had to stop. I could see the fear of losing me in her eyes. All the money and shit in the world isn’t worth seeing that look on her face again.

“What are you going to do then?”

“I’m going to talk to them about running the bar.”

“The fuck?” He busted out laughing. “Why would they let you do that shit?”

“Why not? I have a degree in business management nigga, I can run a bar.”

“I’m not saying it like that so calm yo hostile ass down. I’m saying do you think they would put you in full control of their bar when you’ve never done it before?”

“Man I got this you just sit back and watch me do it.”

“MJ!” hearing our mother screaming his name like that made Darius and I run out of his room and downstairs.

My mom was in the foyer pacing back and forth while pops tried to get her to calm down. I don’t know what the fuck MJ’s little ass did but by the look on my mother’s face she was about to kill him.

“Millz calm the fuck down, what are you going to do? Beat his ass?” Pops questioned her.

“Why not? If it was one of your daughters instead of your son involved in a damn sex tape would you be calm?” she countered back and my mother dropped. Sex tape? What the fuck?

“That’s different.”

“How in the fuck is it different Messiah? His 16 year old ass is on tape fucking somebody and you’re cool with it because he’s a boy? Fuck outta here! MJ BRING YOUR ASS DOWN HERE NOW!”

MJ came bopping his silly ass downstairs and once he got close enough she grabbed a handful of his hair pulling him down to her level. My mom isn’t short but my brothers and I are all taller than her. She has no problem knocking us down to her level. She’s done it to me plenty of times so I know not to fuck with her. MJ is her baby boy so she tends to let him slide sometimes but whatever he did this time wasn’t going to fly.

“Ah ma! That hurts!” MJ whined like the baby he is.

“More is going to hurt if you don’t tell me why your dick is on the damn internet.” she snapped at him.

“Huh?” MJ looked at her confused and she yanked his hair again. “OW MA!”

“Messiah Garnet Jr, don’t play with me!” she shouted at him then looked up and saw us standing there. “I don’t need a damn audience, go to your rooms or something!” she barked at us.

I laughed but I took my ass back upstairs. When she’s upset like that, not listening is the last thing you want to do. It’ll only piss her off even more and nobody wants that. MJ better get his shit together before his ass dies tonight.

The look on my mom’s face was enough to make me wanna die right then and there. I knew she was going to kill me so why wait for her to do it?

“Ma what are you talking about?” I asked her in a calm manner. I didn’t even wanna sound like I was trying to get smart. Right now she had a grip on my hair and if I made the slightest move she was snatching it from my scalp.

“Millz let the boy’s hair go.” Dad told her so she did.

“I tell you all the time to stop touching my iPad but you still do it. This time you didn’t log out and all these notifications came pouring in. Imagine my surprise when I get on and see this shit pop up on your feed.” She handed me the iPad and there was a video of me fucking this girl I met named Amanda.

I looked at the caption and she went as far as to tag my girlfriend Teairra. I wanted to deny it but that would make shit worse. It was more than obvious it was me; my hair was a dead giveaway.

“Who the fuck is that, why were you recording yourself and why would she post it?” My mother asked.

“I didn’t know she was recording ma and I didn’t know she would post it.”

“Who is she MJ?”

“Just a girl,” I really didn’t wat to tell my mother the girl was a 20 year old college student. She would flip her shit.

“Obviously she’s a girl, it aint a nigga in the damn video with you. Who is she? MJ I swear to God don’t play with me right now. Any other time you can’t stop running that damn mouth of yours now you wanna be hush hush, nigga tell me what I want to know.”

Sighing I took a step back because as soon as I say her age I knew my mom was going to swing on my ass. “Her name is Amanda and I met her when I went to Amari’s party.”

“Amari’s party? Amari is in college, and I find it hard to believe that she’s your age and snuck out of her house too. How old is she?”

“I don’t think that’s important to know ma,”

“Boy,” she gave me a look that read ‘I will kill you’ so I just sucked it up and decided to tell her.

“Alright, she’s 20.”

“She’s what?” My mother started to run up on me but dad grabbed her waist restraining her. “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN SHE’S 20? YOU’RE 16!” She was trying her hardest to get out of my father’s grip but he wasn’t having it.

“MJ go upstairs to your room,” My dad said while trying to pull my mother in the other direction. “CHILL THE FUCK OUT!” He snapped at her.

“AINT NO CHILL! THAT BITCH IS A FUCKIN’ PEDOPHILE!” My mother screamed back while my father damn near dragged her towards the living room. I went upstairs to my room and plopped down on my bed.

I was sitting there for a minute when the door opened and Malachi came walking in. “Why was ma yelling like that? What did you do?” He asked.

“She found out he was fucking that old lady,” Diamond came in behind him laughing. “You know I was having a good day until I got on my phone and saw your naked ass on my damn timeline.”

“She wasn’t an old lady and mind your business. Get out,”

“Oh now look who’s being private. You always up in my business though,” she laughed again. “You know what I’ll leave, it’s fine. She gon kill yo ass though,” When she left out Malachi closed the door.

“She found out about Amanda?” He asked.

“Yeah, that simple bitch posted a video of me fucking her.”

“Why?”

“I wasn’t trying to break up with Teairra for her slow ass. She said I would regret not picking her, I didn’t think she would do that shit though.”

“Yeah that was a lot, and stupid. You’re a minor, so she’s going to get checked for statutory rape and child pornography.  I mean that’s if ma don’t kill her ass. The bitch is of age; ma can rock her shit one time or get somebody else to do it.”

“Man she was about to take my head off. If pops wasn’t here I would probably be dead right now.” I’ve never seen my mother so mad, well not at me. Pissed wasn’t even a strong enough word, she was furious.

“You’re probably never going to leave this bedroom or house again until you graduate. Good luck nigga,” Malachi laughed at me.

“Man, fuck you get out.” I chuckled. When he left I grabbed my phone and looked at the text messages I got from Teairra. She was cussing me out and breaking up with me at the same time. “Fuck man,” I went to Amanda’s number then called her.

“Hey boo,” she said when she answered.

“Boo my ass, why the fuck would you post me fucking you and why did you record it? Are you fuckin’ crazy?”

“I am actually and I told you to dump your little girlfriend but you didn’t so I had to take the necessary steps to get her out of the way. Don’t worry about it, you’ll forget all about her once we get together.”

“We’re not getting together? The hell is wrong with you? My mother saw the damn video!”

“So?”

“So? Are you fuckin’ stupid? You really don’t know who the fuck you’re dealing with do you?”

“MJ why are you mad? Now we can be together,”

“We will never be together. What part of that doesn’t your crazy ass get? Aight look just forget about me, forget about whatever take that damn video down before your stupid ass gets arrested.”

“Arrested? Why would I get arrested?”

“Yo you really are stupid. I’m 16 bitch! Everything you did is a damn crime, so unless you wanna get your dumb ass put in jail you’ll take everything down. Don’t hit me up, leave me the fuck alone.” I hung up on and put my phone down just as my door opened again.

When my dad came in he stood right in front of me then started laughing. “Do you realize how close to death your little ass was just now?”

“Dad I didn’t know she was going to do that.”

“I figured that much but it still happened. Your mother is ready to knock your head off your shoulders. Fuck was you thinking?”

“I wasn’t, I saw a pretty face a fat as-booty,” I corrected myself. “and didn’t use my common sense.”

“Let me tell you something aight, you’re 16 years old. You’re not a bad looking kid, come on look who created you.” My dad smirked, “but you’re still just that. A kid, what use would a 20 year old have for a 16 year old boy? You can’t even do shit unless we let you, you don’t have shit unless we give it you, so you should’ve known something was up with her.”

“I know that now,” I was so hyped about smashing a college chick I didn’t really think about it too much. Now that my dad has brought it up he makes a lot of sense. I know I look good and all but I can’t do a damn thing for Amanda and she knows that.

“Now I’m not mad about you fucking her; I took down some older bitches when I was your age so I get it. Your mother is pissed at me but she’ll be aight. I will say this though, that girl is a creep and she’s crazy as hell if she can expose herself like that. She basically put it out there that her ass is a fuckin’ weirdo so stay away from her.”

“That’s a wrap dad; you don’t have to worry about it. Am I in trouble?”

“Hell yeah. The crazy woman that birthed you wants to kill your ass, bring you back to life and keep you on punishment for six months.”

“Six months!?” I shouted. It’s June, if I’m on punishment for six months my black ass aint leaving this house until January. What the fuck? “Dad, come on man that’s a little extreme don’t you think?”

“Not really but I talked her down to two. That’s the best I can do for you.”

“So I’m basically on lock down all summer? What happened wasn’t even my fault.”

“Little nigga you were fucking around with a 20 year old. You can’t leave this house unless we know exactly where you’re going so that means you were lying to go see the bitch. Be lucky you’ll get your freedom back once school starts. It’s either that or you can take the six months, I’m trying to help you here.”

“Alright, I get it.”

“Aight, she’ll probably come get your phone later so you better enjoy that shit while you still have it.” He chuckled then walked out of my room.

“Damn man,” I mumbled under my breath. My girl dumped me, my dick is on the damn internet and I’m on lock down all summer. If I could leave this house I swear I would kill Amanda’s ass.

#trouble maker

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Rush | Lee Joo Heon | One-Shot

jooheon (monstax) + you (reader) word count: 10,022 warnings: oh geez where to begin there is a lot of sex in this thing and includes overstimulation, choking, dirty and derogatory talk, oral sex, public sex, rough sex, etc., there is also a healthy dose of bad language and some mentions of violence but it’s only in reference to gang affiliation there is no violence between jooheon and the oc a/n: yeah yeah this is the sequel to Rhythm you can probably get away with reading this if you didn’t read the first installment but the relationship between jooheon and the oc will make more sense if you read it anyway i have conveniently linked it for you now enjoy, my fellow sinners

It had been months since the proverbial lion and lamb fell into bed together. She swore to never return to that bastard who had driven her into my arms, but more importantly, she promised to keep coming back to me.

I had never been in an affair like this one and everyone seemed to notice my little changes. The biggest being the happier side she brought out in me.

For one, our roles had reversed somewhat. She came to me, took pleasure from my body, and then left. I had spent many years using women as I pleased and now I was experiencing what it was like. Not that I complained, but I did start to yearn for more.

At first, she was reluctant, reminding me we had a relationship solely built on physical attraction. I countered that through our physical attraction, we spent a lot of intimate time together and were becoming emotional attached. She wasn’t keen on admitting anything, but she did smile.

From texting only when one of us wanted a fix of the other, now we both texted all day long while we worked and on the nights we slept in our own beds, we fell asleep on the phone together.

I was the first to break the invisible wall between us by asking her out on a date. For a moment, I honestly thought she would turn me down, but she didn’t. After another month full of dates, I asked if we could become exclusive and she replied that she had been under the assumption that we already were.

And that made me ridiculously happy.

My new favorite thing in life is waking up in the morning with her in my arms. I had long forgotten how comforting it was to fall asleep in the embrace of the person you love.

I’ll be the first to admit that a certain thought crossed my mind. I wondered if our relationship would turn stale or mundane. Would domestic life turn things boring? Was there a chance the fire that brought us together could die out?

I couldn’t have been more wrong.

“This is what happens,” I growled roughly, grabbing her by the waist and shoving her toward the vanity. She braced her hands on the cold marble and caught herself, barely having enough time to look at the reflection in the mirror of me crowding behind her.

“I…” she stuttered, letting out a whimper as I clutched her dress and pulled upward until the material gathered above her hips.

With her lace-covered ass out in the open, I gave her a hard slap, chastising, “You keep teasing me and think because of where we are, I won’t do anything about it.”

She shook her head with a smug laugh and crooned, “I know you’ll always do something about it, baby.”

“I fuck you too good, sweetheart,” I teased, pulling the panties down her legs and leaving them slung around her ankles.

“So good,” she echoed, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip.

“You can’t control yourself anymore,” I added, finally swatting her bare behind now that the lace was out of the way.

She squeaked and rocked forward, giggling with delight. I seized the opportunity to take hold of her waist and push her farther on to the counter to the point her toes were barely touching the floor. Kicking her feet apart, I went to work on my pants.

“Say you don’t want it,” I growled, pulling my hard dick free and giving it a few strokes.

She smiled at me in the mirror and sang, “Oh, I want it.”

Grabbing her hair, I yanked her head back and tongued my way across her earlobe before whispering, “Tell me you don’t want it, whore.”

“I fucking want it,” she cried out. “It’s all I want.”

“Fuck, you make me so hard, bitch,” I chuckled, guiding myself into her glistening entrance.

Her lips parted and her hands shot to the edges of the counter, gripping tightly as I sank my length slowly into her.

“Relax that tight, pretty cunt,” I hissed by her ear in my most commanding tone. “Let me in.”

Little noises were my answer. Her head was down, hair falling in all directions, and I couldn’t see her face as I focused on working my way inside her. From gentle thrusts to firmly rutting my cock back and forth, I felt her open up and smirked at the sound of her wet pussy squelching around me.

Satisfied I could finally sheath myself to the hilt, I snatched her hair and forced her head up to watch her face as I did just that. Her eyes rolled and her mouth gaped open, but not a sound escaped. Much to my disappointment.

“Someone is quiet,” I whined, pumping my length a little faster.

“God, how is it so good?” she groaned.

I snickered. “Are you calling me god?”

She grinned. “I will call you whatever you want if you go faster.”

“I’ll fuck you however I want,” I hissed, smacking my hips into her ass at a steady pace. Crossing my arm between her breasts and wrapping my fingers around her throat, I added darkly, “What are you going to do about it?”

She responded by throwing her hips back against me as best she could in her current position. Chuckling with pride, I pressed an affectionate kiss to her neck before picking up speed between her legs.

By the time someone came knocking on the bathroom door to use the facilities, I was pulling up my pants and watching my partner carefully. She sat on the counter, facing me as she leaned back in the corner of the wall, breathing heavily with her eyes closed. I particularly loved the way she looked after I fucked her out.

“You alright over there?” I asked playfully, grabbing her panties and sliding them up her legs.

Her eyes finally opened, narrowing on me with feigned annoyance, and she sighed, “How am I supposed to concentrate for the rest of the night when I’m this sore?”

“You brought this on yourself, little lamb,” I teased, licking my lips as she raked her hands through her disheveled hair. “Don’t you remember begging?”

“I plead the fifth on that,” she retorted, flashing me a smile and sidling down from the counter. I was quick to envelop her in my arms, welcoming her gentle kisses and stroking her back with my hands.

It was hard, but I finally managed to release her to give her a chance to get cleaned up.

“I just smile and nod, right? I’m here to look pretty,” she droned a moment later, adjusting her dress in the mirror.

I stepped behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and peppering feather-light kisses up the side of her neck. “You’re here,” I whispered, annoyed at the way she debased herself. “To do whatever the fuck you want.”

She smiled with satisfaction and turned to face me, pressing her lips to mine before fixing my tie.

“There’s a lot of powerful men in that room. I trust you can handle yourself,” I added, wiggling my eyebrows.

She snorted and replied, “I think I have plenty of practice with powerful men, Jooheon.”

“Mm, I love letting you practice on me,” I growled, stealing another kiss before giving her ass a few pats. “Let’s get going.”

We stepped out of the washroom and I held up my arm. She hooked her elbow through mine and let me escort her to our table.

I hated functions like these, but it was necessary that I maintained any and all pretenses. I funneled my less than legal money through perfectly legitimate businesses. I was an ample tax payer and a staple in my community. Though plenty of my colleagues had a sneaking suspicion of the true nature of my business, they never challenged me. Even the likes of them knew better.

Approaching our seat, I greeted the other guests, all of whom I was on a first name basis with when it came to dealings outside of the law.

“This is my date… Victoria,” I announced, turning to my little lamb as mirrored smirks passed between us.

Of course, that wasn’t her real name. Only I was privy to that information. Victoria was one of our first established safe words. Anytime we used it at this boring party, I was assured we would both be sharing dirty thoughts.

“Pleasure to meet you,” she purred, donning her charms like she had done this a million times.

I pulled the chair out for her before taking mine at her side.

“Jooheon, you don’t usually bring dates to these functions,” said the chief executive of one of the largest digital security firms in the country. He took long, voracious glances at my girl.

I shrugged and quipped, “What can I say? It’s not very often I find a woman so beautiful I just have to rub her in your faces.”

My date snickered and the sound definitely registered in my pants.

As dinner began, I found myself actually happy. It was a rare enough thing - me not being miserable out of my fucking mind. Most of these men made small talk that involved metaphorical dick measuring. Whoever had the most resources under their belt and definitely the most funds was typically the winner. But this time around, my girl made these assholes actually back up their shit.

She was an intelligent thing and she worked in the high octane world that they did. Any numbers they tossed around, she wasn’t impressed. While I thought they would be insulted, the bastards seemed to enjoy her even more.

“Anyone worth their salt knows doing business there is a shit storm,” she said, engaging with one of the top businessmen in our city. “I’ve never seen a market so easily manipulated. Except for your home country, of course.”

“And what would you recommend I do to fix the discrepancy?” asked the man, watching her like a hawk.

“You go for a country that’s more honest,” she replied. “Snatch their pants right off. They won’t even notice and the idiots will probably thank you when you pull out.”

“There’s a dirty joke in there I’m going to keep to myself,” I whispered in her ear.

She elbowed me gently and fought a smile, but failed.

“That’s a risky tactic,” continued the businessman.

“If you don’t like risks, you don’t belong in this market,” she retorted, sipping a glass of champagne. “If you can’t handle the heat, get the fuck out of the kitchen.”

The man practically grinned. I imagined he was undressing her with his eyes and I resisted the urge to inform him this beautiful, feisty girl was still sore and aching from having my hard dick in her.

Once the conversation had ended, I brought my arm to rest over the back of her chair, allowing my fingertips to trace up and down her bare arm. Leaning in close, I whispered, “Maybe I should hire you to run my fuckery.”

She sipped her wine and mumbled skeptically, “Mm, how’s the pay?”

“I’ll pay you in money and orgasms,” I joked.

She snorted and murmured, “But I already get that dick for free.”

I angled toward her and my tone shifted. “You know what, I’m serious. How about this, baby? Six figures up front, sign on bonus. Transportation and housing included.”

“Jesus, Jooheon,” she choked, eyes wide. “Are you really offering me this?”

“You already run that shit hole down the road and they don’t pay you near what you’re worth and for what you do for them. Probably because you don’t own a set of balls. Me, on the other hand, I know what you’re worth.”

“Would I do anything illegal?” she whispered almost inaudibly.

“No, not at all,” I soothed, a sour taste taking root in my mouth at the thought. “You would run my legitimate businesses. Any laundering is done by my nerds and accountants. Your hands would always be clean. I would never let those beautiful hands get dirty.”

She smiled, licking her lips like I had just presented her with the biggest meal of her life. “Draft something up and I’ll sign first thing tomorrow. I can quit that place in no time,” she said with a grin.

“Good. I’m thrilled to have someone competent and trustworthy running this game for me. One less thing for me to worry about,” I told her sincerely, holding out my hand for her to shake.

She took it and pulled me forward, settling her lips on my ear and whispering, “Just know, I’m gonna fuck your brains out when we get home.”

“Mm, looks like I get a sign-on bonus.”

She leaned in and took a gentle, affectionate kiss, staring at my lips as if she were resisting the urge to devour me whole.

Interrupting our moment, the tech executive spoke up, “Oh, Jooheon, I have been meaning to consult with you on the warehouse job in Yongsan.”

“Baby, leave us for a moment,” I ordered quietly, hiding my annoyance.

“Yes, Daddy,” she smarted, coy and mischievous in a fucking powerful combination.

I narrowed my eyes at her, watching her sternly as she slowly rose from her seat and intentionally brushed her hand over my shoulders as she sauntered away.

She found Wonho near the wall, ambling to his side. I had given her strict instructions that anytime I needed her out of earshot to whatever illegal business I could be discussing, she was to find Wonho and stay with him. He was my personal bodyguard and chief of security. If I couldn’t keep a watchful eye on her, I trusted he could.

We were in a room with some of the most influential and dangerous men our country offered. I counted myself one of them, of course.

“Top secret chit chat?” Wonho questioned.

“Mm-hm,” she affirmed.

“You look like you’re enjoying yourself out there,” Wonho commented, eyes fixated on his boss.

She shrugged and muttered, “Jooheon made me an offer I can’t refuse.”

Wonho perked at that and asked, “Please tell me he finally hired you.”

“What?” she squeaked. “How did you know?”

“He’s been thinking about it for a while. Says you’re the top of your field and you deserve to be paid as such. Plus, he’s really struggling to find someone he can trust to handle all of his businesses.”

She blinked. “Sounds like a lot of legitimate work.”

“Yeah, everyone who has tried it eventually quit. They weren’t smart or strong enough. We have faith in you.”

“We?”

Wonho gleamed and replied, “Me and his accountants.”

She chuckled. “I don’t know, though. I’ve never been the type to fuck my boss.”

With a shrug, Wonho comforted, “You’re valuable to him. Even if things went south in your relationship, if you can run this town like he does, he’ll keep you forever.”

“Job security, that’s a plus,” she smarted.

His eyes were serious when he asked, “Are you gonna do it?”

There was a pause, but inevitably she smiled and said, “Yeah, I’m gonna do it.”

“Hallelujah. I have to text Kihyun,” Wonho declared, pulling out his phone. “He’ll buy you a couple of fruit baskets.”

She grinned.

With my conversation finished, I rose from my chair to rejoin my girl. Unfortunately, I only made it a few steps before an unwanted visitor slid into my path.

Affording him a quick glance, I huffed, “Jackson.”

“Jooheon,” replied the wannabe gangster. Jackson fancied himself a jack of all trades type, though he wasn’t particularly good at any of them, in my opinion. His most recent romp involved being a liaison for one of my biggest rivals.

As I said nothing, expecting Jackson would take the hint and move on, he flashed me a smile and began, “My boss is not very happy with you.”

I rolled my eyes and pretended to be distraught. “That breaks my heart.”

Jackson reminded, as if I didn’t know, “You cut him out of the deal.”

“There was no need for an additional third party in that trade. You know that. So does he,” I replied, exhaling as I spoke to indicate my irritation and boredom with this line of questioning.

“It was an insult to him.”

I bobbed my head. “I’m sure he will survive.”

“Don’t make an enemy out of him, Jooheon,” murmured Jackson, sounding almost concerned. “You don’t want another enemy in this business.”

“Give that message back to your boss, as well. Is his pride more important than poking a sleeping giant?” I warned, stepping forward to leave his company.

To my surprise, Jackson sidestepped to bar my path yet again and sang, “She is a beautiful girl, your Victoria.”

I followed his line of sight, noting he was staring dreamily at my date as she stood by Wonho. Trying to hide my anger, I replied, “Yes, she is.”

“Smart, too.”

“Mm-hm,” I hummed, imagining the commotion that would follow if I shoved this son of a bitch into the future.

Jackson flickered his eyes from her back to me and said, “First in her class at Seoul National University. Graduate degrees in business administration. Running an entire division at that conglomerate with its own skyscraper.”

My pulse picked up speed, the way it always did when I recognized danger. “What are you doing?” I asked sternly.

“Don’t get upset, Heoney Boo Boo,” Jackson crooned, patting my arm.

I inched closer, crowding into his space and leering over him. In a low growl, I asked, “Are you threatening my girl?”

Jackson shrugged, noncommittal. “My boss wanted to know more about her. That’s all.”

Wonho and his speed were never to be underestimated, because he suddenly appeared at my side and quietly asked, “Is there a problem here, boss?”

Though I knew with Wonho by me, Shownu would naturally assume the position of protecting ‘Victoria’, Wonho was my best and I wanted him shielding my baby. “No, not at all,” I sang with a forced smile. Then my tone changed and I ordered, “Go keep an eye on my bitch, please. Someone might try to steal her.”

Wonho glanced at Jackson angrily before bowing his head to me and replying, “Got it.”

Jackson was unfazed and he began, “Look, Jooheon. All I’m saying is…”

I advanced, shoving my chest into his and knocking him a step back. “You listen to me, you fucking asshat. If you so much as breathe in her direction, I swear - they will never find what’s left of you.”

Jackson grinned, getting exactly what he wanted. After a pause, he whispered, “And you call her the bitch.”

I watched him turn on his heels and saunter away. For a moment, I merely stood and let my brain process what was at stake. My time spent in her arms had made me forget the perilous world in which I lived. Angry, I stomped back to my seat and downed a fresh glass of champagne. Then I turned and waved her back to me.

She approached, opening her mouth to tease or taunt as usual, but I interrupted, “Sit your fine ass down.”

Snickering, she raked her nails through my hair once and asked, “Or… what?”

I gave her a tone I had never used in her presence before when I warned, “Or I’ll make sure you don’t sit for a week.”

The playfulness on her face vanished and she ever so slowly lowered to the chair at my side, eyes fixated on me all the while. “What’s wrong, Jooheon?” she asked under her breath.

Rubbing the back of my neck, I told her, “I’ve brought too much attention to you.”

She tilted her head and rolled her eyes. “I can handle myself.”

“No, not the kind of attention you’re familiar with,” I corrected.

Undaunted, she pressed, “Explain it to me then.”

“A rival. We keep doing this little dance of being friends then enemies. Bottom line - there will always be competition.”

“And I’ve caught his attention?”

I nodded. “Yeah. I can’t let him think he can use you against me in any shape or form.”

She exhaled pensively. “Alright then.”

In a flash, she stood, grabbing her glass of champagne and throwing it in my face.

At the top of her lungs, she shouted, “You bastard, don’t ever call me again! I never want to see your goddamn face for as long as I live!”

Wiping a hand down my features, I wanted so badly to laugh. “Subtle,” I managed to huff under my breath.

She pretended to be furious, even making her hands shake as she fumbled for her purse, and all eyes in the room were on her as she stomped toward the door. I wanted to grin at the shocked look Jackson was sporting.

Nearing Wonho as he stood posted at the exit, she called quietly, “Give me the keys.”

A smirking Wonho didn’t hesitate to let her secretly swipe the keys from his hand as she brushed past him.

Grabbing one of the dinner cloths, I patted down my face and excused myself from my company to retreat to the bathroom. Wonho followed me like a shadow and could barely hide his amused smile.

“I had no idea she was this extra,” I quipped, loosening my soaked tie and folding my suit jacket over my arm.

Wonho told me, “Shownu is with her. He just texted me and says she’s being very gentle with your cat.”

That was when I remembered the car I had driven to this event and I tipped my head back with a whine. “That woman is driving my precious Jaguar,” I groaned, rubbing my brow. Suddenly, my phone buzzed and I read a text: I’m going back to the hotel. Knock twice, Daddy.

Wonho said, “Looks like you’re riding in the SUV, boss. Where are we headed?”

“I need you to drop me off at the Grand. Back entrance.”

While my guard drove, I propped my elbow on the window of the passenger side and leaned my head against my hand. My fingers rubbed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose as an ache festered in my head from pensive thought.

Jackson had inadvertently brought me back to reality. I was reminded why I didn’t get close to anyone, why I had used women for my own self-gratifying use and then tossed them away.

In this business, our women were known to be our weak spots. I had heard horror stories and understood why most of the men in similar positions to mine never held a partner for more than one occasion.

But she had ruined me. I was an addict now and she was my only fix, no matter how much it killed me. I tried to imagine life without her. As the lights of the city flashed across my face, I thought about what would happen if I drove her away.

She wouldn’t believe me. I had confessed how she made me feel too many times after emptying my balls in her and even times I hadn’t. She knew I was wrapped around her fingers.

“I fucked up, brother,” I murmured to the man at my side.

Wonho sighed. “No, boss. I don’t think so.”

“You can protect her, every minute of every day?”

“I think you’ve made enough of a name for yourself that no man would dare try something like that,” Wonho explained, entirely serious. “Any ally or enemy knows not to cross you.”

I was quick to ask, “But what if they realize she can break me?”

“That’s what they fear, boss,” Wonho replied, calm as ever. “They like the sleeping giant. It roars occasionally, but no one wants it awake.”

I laughed at that, comforted somewhat.

After standing at the threshold for longer than I would care to admit, I tapped my knuckles on the door twice as instructed and it opened in an instant. My girl stood there, still in her gown from the evening, and her face was filled with worry.

“What do we do, Jooheon?” she asked shakily.

“Leave it to me,” I told her, shutting the door and locking it securely. As I approached her, I held up my hand and turned my finger. She didn’t hesitate to pivot and put her back to me.

“How did you know?” she snickered, toying with her curls nervously.

I scoffed. “That you’ve been fighting with this zipper for the past few minutes? I could tell from the way you had your hair to one side.”

Drawing the zipper of her dress down her back, I moved away toward the minibar when I’d finished and her eyes followed me with confusion.

“You stopped?” she questioned.

I poured myself a small glass of the expensive scotch and downed a mouthful, leaning back against the wall and studying her like there was another mystery I had to solve.

“Mm,” was all I said.

Bemused and slightly irritated, she pulled the dress free from her shoulders and let it fall in a pile around her ankles. “I can’t remember the last time I undressed myself,” she growled under her breath, striding to the nearby sofa and slowly lowering to her seat.

My eyes raked over her. She was wearing the black lace lingerie set I had bought her. I started thinking about the day she went to the boutique and picked it out, trying it on in the dressing room and texting me photos in the ensemble. I was in the middle of a fatally boring meeting and the pictures undoubtedly saved me from smashing my head into the table to get a break from the droning and whining.

“Jooheon,” she called impatiently, slouching on the couch and crossing her legs.

“This might be it for us, baby,” I finally murmured, sipping my drink to seal my words.

She tilted her head, brow furrowing, and I could tell she didn’t believe me. “Will you tell me what has spooked you?” she asked a moment later.

Her voice was so tender, so unbelievably emotional toward me and in that moment, I convinced myself I didn’t deserve it. I certainly didn’t deserve her.

Moving to her side, I sat down and took her hands in my own, staring at her fingers and thinking of the many times I had kissed my way across her knuckles.

“You’re good,” I whispered. “You are honestly too good for this world and I’ve tainted you. I’ve taken you where you do not belong.”

“I belong with you, Jooheon,” she replied, no sign of hesitation. “You and I both know that.”

I shook my head. “You don’t belong in my underworld, darling. You won’t be the same person if you stay.”

“I haven’t been the same person since that night you let me ride you,” she insisted, staring at my face despite my eyes being fixated on her soft hands. “I’m stronger now. Ever since I met you, you’ve made me braver. I stick up for myself. I speak out more. You gave me that, Jooheon.”

My eyes burned and my first instinct was to escape. The moment I braced my hands on my thighs to stand, she grabbed me, shoving me into the couch none too gently.

“Where are you going, baby?” she asked teasingly. “Are you trying to run away from me?”

“Don’t do this,” I muttered, attempting to be threatening and failing miserably.

“Are those tears in your eyes, Jooheon?” she taunted further, cupping my face and holding me steady.

Exerting a little strength, I lifted to a sitting position and grabbed her wrists, yanking her forward until we were chest to chest. Our lips brushed and she held her breath as she waited for me to kiss her.

“Don’t test me,” I breathed, almost inaudibly.

She smiled, relieved to see my dominant side coming to the surface since she had been blatantly provoking it. With a nod of compliance from her, I released her wrists and let her sink back on to the couch at my side. 

A moment of tense silence passed between us as I sighed and tipped my head back, closing my eyes as I thought about what I needed to do, how I could make this work. I could feel her gaze dutifully on me, giving me the time I needed, but eventually, her patience wore out.

“Play with me,” she purred, kissing at my neck and sliding her hand to the front of my pants.

I growled her name in a warning, but she barely flinched.

Tonguing at my throat, she echoed, “Play with me.”

In a flash, I turned and grabbed her by the face, forcing her to stare into my eyes. “I won’t let anyone take you from me,” I whispered, visibly shaking with mixed wrath and fear.

“No one will, Jooheon,” she coaxed, stroking my chest with her palm. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

“The only way we will ever be parted is if you get up and walk away. I’ll respect if you choose to leave me, but no one will ever take you,” I insisted, then immediately, I looked away, ashamed that I had fallen to such a vulnerable state. I was supposed to be the rock in this relationship; the one she could always count on.

“Jooheon,” she called, snatching me back to her and holding me in her arms. For a moment, we merely studied one another, lips touching.

It was a bemusing feeling - this fire coursing through me. I was physically, mentally, and emotionally ready to do whatever I had to do to guard her. It had been a long enough time since I felt protective over something - or someone. Now, I understood perfectly why men went to war over women.

Suddenly, she tightened her grip on my head and whispered, “Where are you, baby? Come back to me.”

“I’m here,” I murmured, falling out of my thoughts at the silky beckoning of her voice.

“Play with me,” she echoed, gaze falling to my lips.

I exhaled, feigning annoyance, and whined, “Is that all you can think about?”

“You get your power from being in control, from having all control,” she told me, moving to straddle my lap. “You have total control over me, Jooheon.”

Gazing up at her as she raked her fingers through my hair, I asked, “Yeah? And where do you get your power, little lamb?”

“I’m the one you run to,” she replied, kissing my neck with delicate finesse. “I’m the one you crave. I get my power from being the person that makes you forget everything else in this goddamn world, but me.”

I shivered at that and I inevitably thought about drowning in her heat. She wasn’t wrong. When I was with her, I forgot about everything. My stress, my worry, my anger, my depression - it all melted away.

Damn it, she made me whole.

“Mm,” I finally hummed in agreement.

She tightened her fist in my hair, tugging harshly until I hissed through gritted teeth. “So play with me,” she growled and this time, I knew better than to deny her any longer.

With a smile, I gripped her thighs and pushed her off of my lap, fiddling at my belt the moment she was in the clear. Realization crossed her face and she licked her lips.

“Why don’t you play with me instead?” I asked her sheepishly.

She nodded rapidly. Shit, I had never met a woman so excited to have my dick down her throat.

“Lay down,” I ordered sternly, pulling my cock free from my pants and stroking it in my fist.

Resting on her stomach, she draped her arms over my lap and took my length into her own hands. I was quick to brush her fingers away, shaking my head and clicking my tongue in reproach.

“You’re the one that wanted to play so much,” I teased, my voice relaxed and mocking. “Open your goddamn mouth.”

She resisted a smile, trying to act demure, and parted her lips, pushing her head forward to get closer to my length. She complied immediately when I told her to put her hands behind her back, warning of punishments if she failed to keep them there. Overlapping her wrists behind her, she glanced up at me for approval while I grabbed her hair and guided her to my cock.

I let her focus on the tip first, biting my lip with the way she sucked on it eagerly. Her tongue twirled around the head, lapping it up, and a wet pop echoed into my ears every time I pulled her head away. Switching hands to hold her locks, my free hand drifted down her back, caressing her crossed wrists before settling on her ass.

She bounced her hips, offering me the chance to toy with her while she tongued at my cock. The idea pleased me, which was why I tightened my grip on her hair and pulled her closer.

Lowering her head until my dick pushed its way into her throat, I growled, “Take it all, bitch.”

She groaned around my length, breathing readily through her nose as a garbled choking sound was muffled in her mouth.

My hand landed on her clothed pussy lips with a gentle tap and I added, “Don’t move those hands.”

Her pretty fingers had tightened into fists at the intrusion in her throat, but remained folded as ordered. I rubbed at her panties while she swallowed around my cock, pumping her head slightly with my hold on her. Tears gathered in her eyes, but she didn’t give up. This was one of our inaudible safe words. If she unfolded her arms, I would release her.

Yanking up her head, a loud intake of air passed through her lips. Saliva dripped down her chin while the tears finally made their way along her cheeks.

“God, you’re beautiful like this,” I praised with a guttural snarl. “Are you having a good time, princess?”

“Put me back, Jooheon,” she huffed, darting forward slightly and snapping her jaws in my direction.

I grinned with delight and shifted mercurially, giving her a glare that could freeze hell over. “Since when do you tell me what to do, whore?” I asked coldly.

“Please, Daddy,” she quickly whined. “Let me keep sucking your cock.”

“Ooh, nice save,” I crooned, letting go of her hair just long enough to give her a soft smack on the cheek. “Do you deserve to take this dick though?”

“I’ll take it wherever you wanna put it,” she replied, running her tongue across her bottom lip and lifting her eyebrows.

I snickered. She was too much. I wanted to spoon the shit out of her obnoxious self, but I would save that for morning.

Seizing her hair again, I brought her back down to my length and she took it in earnest, like I knew she would. With my grip on her head, I bobbed her up and down on my cock, leaning back into the couch and closing my eyes with pleasure.

“Atta girl,” I rasped, picking up the pace. “Good bitch.”

Some of my favorite sounds were ringing in my ears at the moment. She was choking, obviously, but she kept moaning with the way I patted her pussy through the underwear. Every now and then, I gave her cunt a good slap and her entire body jolted. I personally really enjoyed that.

Her saliva dripped across my balls and I shivered at the sensation. As I drew closer, I flexed my thighs beneath her, lifting my hips to drive deeper into her throat.

Rubbing her clothed core, I could feel her arousal soaking through and laughed at how badly turned on she was from this. I wanted to tell her how fucking amazing she was, how she took what I gave her. God knows I couldn’t do this while keeping my hands behind my back.

With a few pants, I murmured, “I’m gonna come in your throat, whore.”

She nodded around my length, humming and groaning to push me over the edge. Too close, I abandoned her pussy to bring both hands to her head, knotting my fingers in her hair and shoving her up and down, up and down. I could feel her arms shaking, but I knew she was getting off on it.

I moaned a swear or two as I came in her mouth, pulling her hair so hard I was surprised it didn’t rip out. She lay there perfectly submissive, trembling on my lap while I kept my cock in her throat. I told her to stay still, to wait until I was good and ready to pull out. I could feel her breathing through her nose and I reached down to stroke her face and neck while I took my time.

When I finally pulled her off, saliva and cum streamed out of her mouth, mingled with the tears falling down her face. She sat up next to me, arms still behind her back, and gulped dramatically for effect.

“Did I say you could sit up?” I asked sharply.

Her eyes widened before I grabbed her and tossed her across my lap, smiling as she giggled. My hand landed smartly on her ass and her laughing quickly stopped. I grabbed her throat firmly, exerting a little pressure while I coated her plump butt cheeks with my handprints.

“What happened to that innocent little thing?” I sang while stroking my palm over her clothed pussy, winding the strap of her thong in my fingers.

“Your dick fucked her up,” she retorted, wiggling her hips to let me watch her ass jiggle.

I brought my hand down on her cunt and she let out a long mewl, but it was cut short as I squeezed her neck.

“I love stretching out this pussy,” I whispered, snapping the underwear and drawing it off of her.

That had her attention. She went rigidly still on my lap.

My fingers toyed at her entrance and I heard her suck in a breath. Still holding her throat, I tipped her up and turned to look at her face.

“Is that where you want me?” I asked coyly.

She nodded as best she could with my grip.

“Balls deep in that tight cunt?” I pressed.

“Fuck me up, Jooheon,” she pleaded, eyes glazed over. “Please, fuck me.”

“Get up,” I demanded and she quickly got to her feet, putting her back to me while waiting for further instructions.

For a moment, I stared at her naked ass, raking my tongue across my teeth.

“Bra off.”

It was the last piece of clothing she wore and it was pulled from her body in an instant, tossed across the room. While she did that, I freed the tie from around my neck and unbuttoned my dress shirt, discarding it entirely.

“Step backwards,” I whispered. “Keep going.”

The moment she was within my reach, I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her into my lap, steering her legs until they straddled me. Bringing the tie before her, she saw it momentarily before I knotted it behind her head, gagging her. The material dampened against her tongue and she hummed with arousal.

My lips left feather-light kisses up the side of her neck and she closed her eyes, tipping her head back and moaning softly. My hands snuck to her breasts, kneading the flesh and pinching her nipples until she squeaked.

“You did so good while I fucked your face, baby,” I whispered in her ear, playing with her tits while she balanced on my lap. “I’m in a mood to reward you now.”

Her breathing grew harder. Rarely did I just reward her with an easy orgasm. Most of the time I edged her or overstimulated her until she cried. By the way she glanced at the clock on the nearby end table, she was getting an idea in her head of how much time I had to kill and how much I would spend having my way with her.

Following her line of sight, I chuckled darkly against her neck and squeezed her breasts. “What’s the matter, princess?” I asked mischievously. “Afraid I have too much time on my hands?”

She shook her head.

“You were the one who told me to play with you, remember?” I asked, biting down at the base of her neck. “I’m gonna play all night.”

A shaky breath passed out of her gagged mouth.

My hands traveled lower, one bearing down on her hip while the other snaked to her entrance, finding it dripping with need. “God, you’re soaked,” I sighed. “I could slide my cock right in.”

Instead, I pressed two fingers into her pussy, pumping them slow and deep. Her body tensed and shifted, finding a better position to allow my intrusion. Her hands darted to the couch, sinking her nails into the material.

“No, no,” I chided. “Grab on to me, baby.”

She quickly snatched the material of my pants, clinging for dear life as I fingered her. Her pussy squelched around my digits with every ministration and I sank my teeth into my lip.

“Do you know why I was so angry?” I asked quietly.

There was a pause, then she shook her head.

I snickered against her skin and let my fingers plunge harshly into her cunt, dragging the tips along her sweet spot with force.

“The thought,” I groaned with vehemence. “Of another man being inside this beautiful bitch.”

She shivered in my lap, moaning my name against the tie in her mouth.

“I thought about giving you up, little lamb,” I continued, stroking her good and hard with my fingers, feeling her juices coating my knuckles. “But I can’t do it. I can’t let anyone else have you. Not now, not ever.”

“Jooheon,” she stuttered into the gag, but I could recognize her speaking my name anywhere.

Suddenly, she whimpered, rolling her hips as I picked up the pace between her legs. She rode my hand, clenching the material on my thighs with her fists. Her eyes winched closed and she begged and moaned and cried out.

“Don’t you dare come,” I hissed, pinning my free arm across her chest, between her bouncing breasts. “If you come before I say, I will punish you.”

She screamed against the gag, holding her breath to fight the climax. She knew I had no problem teasing her for the rest of the night and we both knew she didn’t handle orgasm denial very well. But denying her was not what I had in mind. Tonight I had reaffirmed the feelings I had toward her. I wanted to pleasure her. I wanted to reward her for staying by me.

Feeling her pussy clenching on my fingers, I joked, “Hoe, don’t do it.”

To my surprise, she reached up and pulled the gag from her mouth, yelling, “Jooheon, I have to come. Please, let me.”

“What the fuck did you just do?” I asked, feigning anger at her defiance.

“Shit,” she choked, stilling her hips as best she could while I finger fucked her relentlessly.

I shook my head in reproach and she didn’t dare turn to see the look on my face. “You’re in trouble now, baby,” I told her.

She put the gag back in her mouth, as if that made a difference, but I only laughed. Pressing down on her leg, my other hand added a third finger to her pussy and pumped in and out at a merciless pace. My thumb found her clit and rubbed, applying pressure with every thrust of my hand.

Listening to her crying out against the gag, I could already feel myself hard again. “Don’t come, don’t come,” I echoed, though my hands were doing the opposite of what they should have been doing to help with that.

She gave up. Her body fell back against mine a split second before her orgasm took over. She howled into the gag, shaking uncontrollably, and it was all I could do to keep her balanced on my lap. I kept fingering her, kept pinching her clit, and her hands collided with mine as she tried to push me off.

Pulling the tie off her head, I was about to make a smartass remark when she yelled, “Stop, Jooheon. Stop!”

“‘Stop’ isn’t the safe word, darling,” I replied calmly, still stroking at her sweet spot, fast and hard.

Like clockwork, rolling her clit, she came again mere seconds later. I laughed with twisted satisfaction as she pleaded for mercy, her body going rigid after riding the shit out of my hand. Finally, I stopped, pushing her off my lap until she flopped face down on the couch.

Standing, I glanced down at my handiwork while shimmying out of my pants. She gasped for breath and a sheen of sweat already glazed her smooth skin. My cock stood at attention, curving toward my stomach, but I wasn’t done. I enjoyed the fucked out look on her face, the way she shuddered in aftershocks.

“Hands and knees, baby,” I ordered, reaching down and palming my hand up her thigh, over her ass, and tickling my fingertips across her spine.

“Jooheon,” she whimpered. “Can I recover first?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. That’s what I get for being nice,” I retorted, flashing a smile then hardening my gaze. “Get on your hands and knees, whore.”

Arousal pooled into her eyes, pupils dilating even further, and she kept her gaze on me as she assumed the position without hesitation.

I moved behind her, sitting between her legs and stroking my length. She was beyond sensitive from my fingers and I couldn’t wait to take advantage of that. She held her breath, expecting my thick cock to penetrate her at any moment.

Instead, I dropped to my back, sliding closer and reaching up to hook my arms around her hips. She barely managed to speak my name before I had lowered her to me and closed my lips around her clit.

“Oh my god,” she groaned, tipping her hips to give me better access.

I could hear her hands shifting over and over, trying to get a hold on something while she lost her mind. I lapped at her pussy, tonguing her entrance, kissing her bundle of nerves. Her juices traveled down my face, having been soaked from coming, and coated across my jaw.

Every inhale and exhale she made was audible, weighed down with pleasure. I couldn’t see from my position under her, but her eyes were rolling to the back of her head.

“Hngh, Jooheon,” she whimpered. “Do you like that? Do you like eating pussy?”

Her tone and words shot right down to my cock. I flexed my grip around her and bore my teeth, nibbling her clit until she spasmed above me. I smiled against her cunt when she began grinding her hips and grinned even more when I suddenly felt one of her hands cradling my head.

“You like when I ride your face?” she asked shakily, still rasping through little moans.

I nodded, skimming my teeth over her lower lips before raking my tongue between them.

She tangled her fingers in my hair and rutted her pussy into my mouth, yelling my name for the world to hear it.

I went to work on her clit, sucking like I had something to prove. She practically convulsed as yet another orgasm threatened to take her and only a moment later, she squeezed her grip on my hair and fell forward, burying her face in the cushions as she finished.

Pushing her hips, I bounced her against my tongue, still tormenting her clit while she came. I chuckled as I heard her muffled screaming against the sofa.

She finally lifted her head, hair covering her face, and mewled, “Jooheon, stop! It’s too much.”

“‘Stop’ still isn’t the safe word, honey.”

She clawed at the couch, shaking above me as I held her steady and ate out her entrance. She exploded on my tongue, filling my mouth with her cum, and I drank it up.

As much as she begged me to stop, she never did utter that safe word.

When she went limp, I kissed her clit goodbye and managed my way out from under her. She looked a heartbeat away from passing out.

“Hey,” I called, rolling her to her back and giving her a gentle smack to the cheek. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I saw black,” she deadpanned.

“Well, you’re going to see a lot more of it. Get your ass to the bedroom,” I demanded, pointing at the nearby door.

She shook her head, breasts heaving, and said, “I think this is the best night of my life.”

“I’m not done,” I replied, authoritative, slapping her thigh. “And if I have to tell you again…”

She sat up and faced me, our lips brushing. “Why don’t you make me?”

My brows lifted. “Are you challenging me?”

“Mm.”

Tilting my head and sharply grabbing her by the jaw, I whispered almost menacingly, “Aren’t you scared?”

She wrinkled her nose and mocked, “Oh, so terrified.”

Falling out of character briefly, I taunted, “Nah, I don’t see a shred of fear in you.”

“Do you see respect?”

I shook my head. “Not right now.”

Bracing her hands on my chest, she stroked her palms up and down, avoiding my eyes as she coyly said, “I suppose, you need to remind me.”

Alright, she wanted to go hard. I could oblige that. Nothing turned me on more than when she provoked me. She had become an expert in every single one of my buttons and enjoyed pushing each of them whenever she could.

“What’s the soft safe word?”

She fought a smile and answered correctly, “Champagne.”

“What’s the hard safe word?”

She let a short silence pass before replying, “Bourbon.”

In one sweep, I pulled her into my arms, chest to chest. She held my head, kissing me deeply while her ankles crossed behind my back. Sauntering my way to the bedroom of the suite, I kicked the door closed behind us. Dropping on to the bed with her beneath me, we both groaned in sync. I delved my tongue into her mouth, claiming her as mine as we danced in this fire together.

Then, I stood and stared long and hard at her. She lay on her back, arms at her sides in all of her naked glory. I kissed her lips one more time before proceeding to kiss her everywhere else. I pecked her collarbones. I sucked on her nipples. I left my marks on her hips. I lapped my tongue in her pussy.

Then, I flipped her over. She gasped my name, bending her legs as she gathered the comforter in her hands, preparing for what was to come. I couldn’t let her challenge go unanswered.

Dragging her hips to the edge of the bed, I kicked her legs farther apart and pushed my cock into her swollen cunt. She whimpered at the feeling of me penetrating her and I kept my promise of settling balls deep inside her.

“Good girl,” I growled, pinching her hips as I rocked her down to meet my thrusts. She lifted slightly on her arms, breasts bouncing with our movements, and chanted my name like a prayer for forgiveness.

I fucked her like I had never fucked anyone else in my life. I clenched my jaw and focused on driving my cock into her as deep and as hard as I could. Her skin bruised beneath my fingers. My hips slapped into hers loudly at a brutal pace. I expected her to sound the safe word. I expected her to beg for mercy, but there was nothing. Instead, she welcomed me inside her.

For a moment, I broke my concentration to tip my head back toward the ceiling, winch my eyes shut, and moan her name at the top of my lungs. She was so tight, wet, and warm around me, and I swore we fit too perfectly together.

When she cried out from the intensity of it, I slowed down, grinding my cock against her walls and letting her feel every inch of me. She keened with her mouth agape, flexing her thighs to pulse her cunt on me. Then, when I felt she’d had enough time to recover, I pounded her out again.

“Jooheon,” she called, squirming below me as the threat of another orgasm began.

“Stay still,” I growled.

She didn’t listen. She couldn’t comply. She was too sensitive from before, too turned on from what I did to her, and what I kept doing to her.

With a grumble, I pushed on her back until she fell to her stomach on the mattress. She had barely picked up her head before I was on her, sliding an arm under her waist to angle her hips into position for me to drive into her heat at full strength. She sank her teeth into the blanket, muffling her screams.

My hands sneaked under her body, finding her breasts and clinging to them possessively. While I held her in place, I glanced down to watch the way I took what was mine. The sounds we made filled the room, along with the scent of our bodies tangling together. To me, there was nothing better.

I finally slowed, taking a deep breath as sweat covered my neck and dripped from my hairline with exertion. Rocking my hips into her, I asked, “You wanna feel me cum in you?”

She nodded against the covers.

Grabbing her hair, I yanked her head to the side none too gently, giving me a view of her flushed face. “Answer me or have I fucked you stupid?”

“Yes, please,” she yelled. “Fuck me full of cum.”

“Yeah,” I grunted. “My bitch wants it?”

“Please.”

Grabbing her waist, I flipped her over, our eyes meeting in a wild clash of lust and haze. I smashed my lips on hers, kissing her hungrily while I guided my length back into her. She groaned into my mouth and seized my lip between her teeth for revenge.

Steering her legs to clamp higher up my body, I teased, “You are taking this fucking cock like a champ.”

She flashed a smile and replied, “I wanna be sore tomorrow.”

“You will be,” I retorted with a smirk. “I am gonna make it my mission to keep you sore forever.”

She surrendered to that thought and hummed with delight, her hands caressing my chest and my nipples, before making their way to my back. Her nails raked up and down my spine and I trembled with desire.

In a swift movement, I pushed her legs from my hips and grabbed her by the throat, immediately snatching her wrist and pinning it to the bed. Her free hand gripped mine as it held her neck, squeezing the right amount of pressure to interfere with her breathing. Lips parting, her eyes snared on me, filled with shock before returning to desire and arousal. I knew this woman too well.

“Look at you beneath me,” I growled, pounding my length in and out of her.

She blinked rapidly, a dark crimson washing over her face.

“You get off on this,” I murmured with pride. “You love how easily I could break you.”

As best she could, she nodded.

“You belong to me,” I hissed, lingering on her name as I groaned above her.

She bowed her body against mine and I seized her lips in a slack-jawed kiss just to feel the way she screamed my name into my mouth. Her eyes rolled back and she clawed for something to anchor her, inadvertently digging her nails into my arms. I grabbed her hands and pinned them to her sides, dropping my chest on hers to keep her from escaping the orgasm.

Slowly but surely, I coaxed her through another climax, feeling her walls clamping down on my length and watching her come undone beneath me. When she hit her peak, I reached mine and moaned as hard as I wanted, filling her full of my release and shuddering through my pleasure.

When we both began to fall back to earth, I looked down at her and whispered, “Don’t move.”

My hands still kept her arms pinned at the sides of her head and she was staring at me with the most satisfied look on her face. Tears were trickling from the corners of her eyes.

“Don’t pull out,” she murmured. “Stay with me.”

Tilting my head, I felt her legs flex slightly, her ankles tucked to the inside of my knees. It was something she always did. She tried to lock us together as much as possible and I loved her for it.

Nodding my compliance, I settled above her and gave her a tender kiss, praising her for how well she did. Then, I remembered what had started this rendezvous in the first place; the threat of losing her, the thought I had to leave her in order to keep her safe.

But I couldn’t do that. I could never do that. Not when she was the only one to save me from myself.

“It will always be me. You get that?” I told her sternly. “No one on this earth will ever make you feel the way I can. No one understands and completes you the way I do.”

She blinked, surprised at my outburst, and whispered, “Is it the same for you?”

“What?”

For a moment, she mulled over her words pensively and eventually pressed, “Do I complete you, Jooheon? Or am I the only one being owned?”

“You own me, woman,” I replied softly, bemused she held any doubts like that. “I belong to you and no one else. Ever.”

She blinked, light shining in her eyes. “Promise?”

“You’ve owned me from the night I first met you. When I listened to you talking about that shit anime you love. Didn’t you notice how I stared at you like you were some rare unicorn?”

“No,” she said with a giggle. “I was drunk.”

Cradling her face in my hands, I kissed her nose and crooned, “Yeah, you’re a cute drunk.”

“Which anime?”

“The hell if I know. I only watch hentai.”

Her eyes rolled at me. “Why am I not surprised?”

Finally sliding my length from her, I apologized repeatedly as she hissed through clenched teeth, glaring at me for not listening to her. I avoided her eyes with a smug smile and gathered the blankets to drape over us, settling back into a position above her.

“Let’s go away together for a while,” I suggested a moment later.

Instantly, she answered, “Okay.”

My eyes narrowed skeptically. Was she really willing to pick and leave her life here for me?

“Just like that?” I asked.

She nodded and carded my hair out of my face, pressing her lips to my forehead and whispering, “Just like that.”

I kissed her sweetly, lowering to rest my cheek on her chest. She stroked my head, combed her nails through my sweaty hair, and steadily fell asleep with my weight on top of her.

In my mind, I knew in the morning I would take care of business. I would destroy anyone that came between me and her.

Heaven help the man that crosses a lamb and her lion.

For more oneshots, click here for the masterlist.

Author’s Note: This fiction is written and owned by me. I monitor my work diligently and will take measures to protect my writing if it is stolen or plagiarized.

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the fundamentals of breaking up // a matt self para

WHEN: march 2018 WHERE: the dumont residence, wilmington WHAT: matt breaks up with gabi. TRIGGERS: a break up, someone cheated on someone, getting a little shitfaced

Neither party said anything for a moment. It felt like an eternity, but then Gabi spoke again. “I’m sorry about that. Long distance is hard. And we’re not...well, in a war zone anymore. The adrenaline does do weird things to your head. I’m glad you told me though.” Matt was amazed by how on the chin she took the whole thing. Well, the next part of his confession was surely going to break her heart. “Gabi…---I...uhh…” He looked up at her, actually looked at her. Unfortunately, the static had stopped and her face was so clearly visible. Like she was actually there.

And this just made the confession all the more harder. “I slept with my ex-girlfriend.”

Matt dreaded the call, replaying the different scenarios in his head every time. She was far, he could tell her he didn’t feel that way anymore and let things be dealt with. But if there is anything keeping secrets has taught him, it’s that they burn a hole in your conscience and the truth always comes out. Regardless of how or when, or who gets to spill it, it always gets out. But as he sat in front of his laptop, Matt almost wanted the ground to open up and swallow him. His feelings were a mix of shame, and sadness.

After Aubrey had left, he thought a lot. About second chances, about being with Gabi and if it really was the right decision. It felt like the right thing eight months ago. But that night, with Aubrey in his bed...things felt so different. Maybe it was the fact that nothing could happen there anymore was what felt strangely liberating. The call connected, and Gabi’s face appeared on the screen. The feeling of guilt and shame flooded his system again, and he tried to put on a face of complete neutrality. Just tell her the truth.

“Hey babe! You texted? What’s wrong?” If this was face to face, Gabi would have probably held out her hand for him to hold. He liked that a lot, holding hands and just not talking. He kind of wished he didn’t have to talk about this.

“Gabi…” Matt bowed his head. There was going to be no easy way to say this. “Gabi...we have to break up. I’m sorry I can’t do this in person, and I’m sorry. But I can’t do this anymore, because I’m not sure if it’s my feelings, or if it’s coming home, or I don’t know…..I just don’t feel that way anymore about you. It’s crazy, I know. And the worst part is, I don’t even know what I feel anymore. Like, I just can’t muster that enthusiasm in me...” The man was on a roll, “...to be involved in a relationship.” It was best to have it all out there, in the open for her to assess and judge later.

But judging by Gabi’s expression, what he said had come across as rude, cold almost. Like Matt was trying his best to break her heart. “Oh, well. Aren’t you such an Honest Ollie, Dumont. Well, I’m so sorry my love was such a burden. Was it the constant ‘are you okay’ texts? Or was I smothering you by calling you at all hours of the day? Wait, YOU asked me to do that!” Her facial features had contoured into one of anger. She raged for a while, and then just stopped. Matt didn’t have the courage to look up at the screen.

Neither party said anything for a moment. It felt like an eternity, but then Gabi spoke again. “I’m sorry about that. Long distance is hard. And we’re not...well, in a war zone anymore. The adrenaline does do weird things to your head. I’m glad you told me though.” Matt was amazed by how on the chin she took the whole thing. Well, the next part of his confession was surely going to break her heart. “Gabi…---I...uhh…” He looked up at her, actually looked at her. Unfortunately, the static had stopped and her face was so clearly visible. Like she was actually there.

And this just made the confession all the more harder. “I slept with my ex-girlfriend.”

A beat. Complete silence.

“You WHAT?” Gabi’s voice was loud, and it rung out so clearly through the silence, shattering it even. She slumped back in her chair, covering her mouth. “Matt, what the fuck? Please tell me you’re...you didn’t. How…”

Matt stilled again. How was he supposed to tell her that he was still in love with Aubrey, that there was a part of him, still so madly in love with her? He was breaking up with the girl who he was supposed to have those feelings for. He didn’t have the courage to look at her, almost wishing he had a bottle around to keep him company. Maybe the liquid courage would loosen his lips to give her proper closure.

“When I---uhh, you asked me...I was, well….”

“Stop fucking pussy footing around and tell me already.”

And Matt told her everything. How he was seeing Aubrey when he was with her. How Gabi was the other woman till he went back to base camp. About how he broke up with Aubrey to be with Gabi. Only to come back and still want her. “I…---that night, it opened my eyes. I wanted her so much, Gabi. You have no idea.” He wasn’t going to cry, but his eyes were wet with tears. The cocktail of shame, guilt and distant longing in his system cumulated to this; a suppressed reaction.

Gabi, on her part, seemed to handle this better. Letting out a string of choice swear words, same things that Aubrey had told him that night as well. “You’re a fucking asshole, you know that right? You cheated on both of us, with each other! How did you not get that? Well, you’re a good liar, and pulled it on for quite some time. Good job, Buster. But you did us both dirty, for the love of all that is good!”

Before Matt could say anything.

“I hope she never forgives you. God, I pray she breaks your heart.”

“She breaks it, every time I see her face. The fact that I can’t be with her----”

“I don’t want to hear how she makes you feel, Matt! I don’t want to know about how hard your dick gets when she’s around! You just fucking broke up with me! Told me you were cheating on me. More than ONCE! I don’t want to hear about your fucking sexcapades! Do you know how I feel?”

“Gabi, please let me---”

“NO! No, you don’t get an explanation. You don’t get a redemption arc. You broke a poor girl’s heart, so you could be with me. I would get that if you said yes to going out with me AFTER you broke up with her. Instead, you date both of us. God, I can’t even look at you.”

Gabi was crying. He could hear it louder, and the sight broke his heart. Another crack. Matt didn’t want her to cry. He wanted to fix this. But that was the saddest part about feelings; people couldn’t fix them. Time and again, Matt had to come to deal with the fact that people couldn’t fix broken hearts and messed up feelings. It wasn’t how the world worked.

“I’m sorry.” Matt’s voice was a whisper, muttered into the air and his keyboard, shame disabling his gaze from her face.

“Your apology means shit, Dumont. That’s what Morales always said, right?”

That was a blow, meant to hurt. And it hurt like hell, in Matt’s chest. And he didn’t say anything, just cried with Gabi.

“I don’t want to see you again. Either you apply for a transfer, or I will. Either way, I don’t want to see your filthy, lying face again. You fucking cheater!”

“...I’ll send in the paperwork.”

“---Did you ever even love us, Matt? Or do you just throw that word around, hoping it’ll stick somewhere? Me or this girl, Aubrey...did you ever love either of us? Do you even know how to love, Matt? Do you know what it means?”

“Gabi, I---”

“No, I don’t want to hear your answer. Because it will make me want to punch you. God…---pretty boys always break your heart. Fuck off Matt, and I hope to God you die before I see you again, because otherwise, I’ll finish the job myself.”

The line went dead and he was staring at an empty screen now. Matt sat in silence, numb from the emotions hurled at him. He really wanted that drink now. What was that thing Bryce said about drowning sorrows or whatever?

Matt left the house with his jacket and wallet, leaving his phone at home. If he was going to get plastered, he didn’t want to be found that way.

#in which matt fucks up #also #a preview into his disastrous love life #drabble #this was dialogue heavy #shit