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[ikissjae]

PAIRING … jung jaehyun x female!reader

THEMES … college!au. angst! lot more angst in this one. smut.

LENGTH … 7.7k.

WARNINGS … thigh riding. dry humping. virgin!reader and fuckboy jaehyun. cheating. please let me know if i missed something! MINORS DNI.

NOTES … i wrote this fic literally years ago as a someone i don't acknowledge anymore fic lol! this is a prequel to "During the Fall" and a continuation of "The Start of Spiring" which I will link in the source link below! hope yall enjoy! rbs, comments, and asks are always appreciated ♡

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Jaehyun: hey

Jaehyun: are you up?

You looked up from the patronizing word document to see the texts lighting up your phone. You rubbed your eyes a little before grabbing the device, blinking a few times at the bright screen. Of course, you were up, you had an essay due before 5:30 AM and here you were at 2 AM struggling with a conclusion. You leaned back against your headboard scrolling through the texts you had previously shared with Jaehyun, a smile appearing on your lips when you saw the blurry photos of him from the party where you two met.

You haven’t seen Jaehyun since that party, so almost a month now, which you didn’t mind. He’d text you at least once a week, and he’d send you cute selfies on Snapchat, so he did keep his promise. He didn’t forget you. That’s all you really wanted from him. You could tell he wasn’t the ‘relationship’ type if you were being honest neither were you. It wasn’t that you didn’t want a relationship it’s more like you have these weird commitment issues, you would rather be alone forever than have your heart broken. Weird, yes, but it was safe, you liked being safe.

You: yah i’m up

You: why are you even up go to sleep big head

Jaehyun: my head isn’t even big ://

Jaehyun: i miss you i wanna see you

You stared at your phone, brows furrowed as your eyes glanced up at the time then back at the bubbles sighing quietly. You never had a boy in your apartment after ten, except that one time when you and Doyoung were cramming for finals last semester, and who knew what Jaehyun had on his mind at 2 AM. You sighed quietly reading the message for what felt like the tenth time before slowly typing out your response.

You: i mean…if you really miss me….you can come over

Jaehyun: ……..are you sure

You: come over before i change my mind loser

Jaehyun: alright alright i’ll be over in ten minutes

You felt your stomach twist at the last message but there was an unexplainable excited smile on your lips. Your eyes landed back on your almost-finished essay, you knew you should just throw together a pathetic conclusion and turn it in, but you couldn’t even focus on that. Jaehyun was coming over to your apartment. You were gonna see him again.

You were back and forth from typing a mindless conclusion to staring at the door for the past ten minutes. You managed to finish your essay, it was shitty but it was finished, you were now staring at your now screen sighing quietly looking back up at the door waiting impatiently with a quiet sigh.

It wasn’t that you wanted Jaehyun here, you were bored with nothing to do, Jaehyun was going to be something to do. Suddenly, there were a series of rhythmic knocks.

You squeaked excitedly, jumping up off the bed with an equally excited smile practically skipping to the door. You hated how excited you were to see him, you shouldn’t be this excited to see a boy who wasn’t even your boyfriend, but you were practically bouncing to open the door.

When you opened the door you were greeted with the beautiful sight of Jung Jaehyun wearing a large black hoodie with matching black sweatpants, his hood was up but you could see his highlighted hair falling on his forehead, he looked cozy and welcoming. He made your heart stutter a little bit, you couldn’t help but giggle softly up at him which made him smirk down at you.

“So that’s what you look like without fake eyelashes.” He teased tapping your nose sweetly with a deep chuckle. You scrunched your face up before you realize you were sporting a bare face, your hair was in its natural waves, and you were wearing some baggy sweatshirt. You probably look like a different person than the one he met at the party, a softer more comfy version, you were wishing you at least put on some concealer while you were wasting time staring at the door.

“Shut up.” 

You giggled stepping to the side to let him walk into your small apartment smiling softly. The boy took one long step inside the room, he looked around a soft smile growing on his lips as he took in your messy room.

“Who would’ve guessed you’re an actual wreck.” He teased pointing to your messy makeup corner with a soft giggle, you opened your mouth to defend yourself but he was right. You were, in fact, a wreck, if that wasn’t already apparent by you finishing an essay at 2 AM.

“I mean…You’re not wrong.” You shrugged kicking a few t-shirts into a corner with a small almost nervous chuckle as you looked up at him, a bright smile forming on your lips. You used your foot to close your door, sauntering over to him with a shy smile on your pink-tinted lips.

“I missed you, whore,” you told him quietly causing him to laugh softly, resting his hands on your hips , smiling down at you.

“I missed you too, virgin.” he laughed softly pinching your sides, making you squeal quietly, shoving his hands away laughing quietly, looking up at him as you took a step back sitting on your bed staring up at him.

“Virgin? Come on, Jaehyun you can do better.” You patted the space next to you, watching him sit down with an almost tired smile, playing with the fraying edge of your sweatshirt.

There is a silence, almost uncomfortable but not quite there, he let his fingers brush your thighs softly as he continued playing with the loose strings. You smiled softly at him, you could feel your heart swelling as you looked at him, slowly letting your hand push his hood down humming softly when you saw his dirty blond hair.

“You got highlights.” You smiled running a gentle hand through his hair, which was soft and silky, making him nod a little letting his hand drop. 

“You like it? I was having a crisis.” He chuckled letting his hand fall onto your thigh causing you to tense up a little, but you let it happen even resting your hand on top of his taking a step out of your comfort zone.

“It’s cute.” You tell him with a slight nod, blushing softly as he laced his fingers with yours. He smiled happily at your compliment, squeezing your hand softly pulling your hand up to press a soft kiss to your palm.

“I like dark roots a lot. I’ve always wanted to go blond with some dark roots, but I’ve never been bold enough to do it. I don’t know how I would look as a blond.” Jaehyun tilted his head at you, letting his hand grab a lock softly, twirling the strands around his finger, he smirked softly at the thought of you with blond hair.

“I’d like to see you as a blond. I think you’d look really hot, especially with the dark roots.” He tells you with a subtle wink making you blush softly, shoving his hand away softly.

“Shut up,” you told him weakly with a soft laugh looking up at him before quietly resting your head on his shoulder, humming softly into his hoodie.

“How have you been, baby?” He asks quietly running a hand up and down your spine, giving you a soft squeeze as you shrugged softly.

“I’m tired. I’m ready for summer break, ready to go home, ready to sleep regularly.” You told him honestly with a restless laugh.

“Where’s home?” He asked you before quietly patting his lap, waiting for you to move there. You look up at him scooting hesitantly towards him, you felt your stomach twist tightly as you slowly climbed into his lap keeping your back towards him. 

“America.” You told him as you situated yourself on his thick thighs nodding at your answer.

“America?” He pondered out loud, “Are you all by yourself here?” He was asking a lot of questions, you couldn’t imagine him really wanting to know more about your life, he only wanted to fuck you right? You nodded a little, letting your fingers skate softly over the black fabric, feigning an unbothered smile.

“Yeah, I do but it’s fine. I love Seoul, it’s beautiful.” You nod looking back at him before looking back down with a small shrug. 

“Where is your home?” You asked out of courtesy turning your head back towards him to see him smiling lazily at you, you gave him a subtle eye roll before squeezing his thigh in hopes of a response.

“Here. I was born here but moved to Connecticut when I was five for my dad’s work. I came back three years later. I never really left.” You watched his lips move as he talked unsurely about his time here, you looked back up at his eyes smiling a little at how his brows furrowed in concentration.

“So, do you have, like, an English name?” You tease, smiling down at him as he turns his face away from you, a bright smile on his lips.

“I actually have three names.”

This time your brows furrowed but in confusion. Three? This boy had three names? 

You wiggled to reposition yourself to be facing him. Jaehyun took this opportunity to grab your hips, pulling you towards him till your chests were pressed together making you blush softly. You put your hands on his chest to keep some distance between you two, but with hips flush against each other you were feeling everything.

“Tell me about your three names.” You inquire softly, squirming in his hold till you were comfortable again.

“I have my birth name, my name, and my English name.”

There’s a pause. You tilt your head a bit in curiosity, a small chuckle leaving your lips.

“Birth name? You changed your name?”

“Yeah. I wanted a name that meant something. It’s a bitch to legally change your name though so I just use Jaehyun more often than not.”

There’s another pause but this one is filled with quiet giggles and cheesy smiles. Your hands held tightly onto his hoodie smiling down at him, before letting them slide down to let them rest under the fabric feeling his invitingly warm skin.

“Tell me your names.” You felt him jolt back a little at the touch, but he soon relaxed against your palms making your heart beat a little faster.

“Well, my birth name is Jaehyun, my name is Yoonoh, you know that, and my English name is Jay.”

“Jay?”

“Jay.”

You let the name roll off your tongue a few more times before chuckling a little, letting your hands rest around his waist, thumbs rubbing soft circles into the flesh.

“Yoonoh.” You just about whisper to see his reaction, eyes trained in on his face your smile now faint. His eyes flickered with something you couldn’t quite read, he looked almost helpless, but the moment of weakness only lasted a second before it dissipated back into his usual cocky grin.

“Haven’t heard someone call me that in a while,” He reveals quietly, “I like when you say it. I like when you say all my names.”

There was a tense pause where you two just stared at each other’s lips, waiting for someone to make the first move. 

“I really missed you.” You tell him quietly, you can feel him grab your arms, pulling them out from underneath his hoodie, and placing them on his wide shoulders.

“Did you, princess?” He whispered up at you a soft smile leaning up to nuzzle his nose against yours, you blushed softly before nodding softly. “I missed you too. I’ve missed your mouth a lot.” He told you while tangling a hand in your hair to hold you in the current position.

“Of course you did.” You giggled squeezing his shoulders a bit before tapping his arm signaling him to let go of your hair which he did, his large hand sliding down your side to rest on your hip squeezing softly. 

“You’re kind of a slut, Jaehyun.” You joked pulling your head off of his laughing quietly as he scoffed looking up at you with an amused smile.

“And you’re kind of a prude, _____.”

You gasped quietly furrowing your brows, your face contorting a little in mock offense.

“I am not a prude, Jay.”

“So, you suck dick in a bathroom once and you’re not a prude anymore?”

“…Yes.”

He let out a boisterous laugh looking up at you with the brightest cleanest smile. You adored his smile, you have many screenshots of blurry snaps of his wide white smile. You could stare at him all day if he would let you. You let your hands cup his cheeks softly with a bright smile, making him smile even wider than before. You swear you could feel your heart practically fall out of your chest at the sight.

You wished Jung Jaehyun was different, you wished you had met him without knowing the copious amount of girls he fucked and left in the dust, but here you were with a tainted view of him that you couldn’t shake away no matter how many times he made your heart nearly fail. He hummed up at you, his hands skimming up your sides till his fingers collided with your exposed skin.

You shifted a little at the touch, he held tighter onto your waist smirking softly up at you. “What did you miss about me, baby?” He whispered letting his thumbs glide over your ribs softly, leaning up to press his forehead to yours. Your throat went dry, you could feel your stomach tighten at how close he was. Your hands dropped from his face to his shoulders blushing softly.

You opened your mouth to tell him how much you missed his lips, how you wanted to kiss him again, how you’d been thinking about him for weeks, but nothing came out your cheeks just burned brighter making you bury your face in the crook of his neck. He giggled squeezing your sides sweetly pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, his hand skimmed up your back to tangle his hand in your hair to pull you back with a bright smile.

“Did you miss my fingers, baby?” He questioned smirking up at you with a small head tilt. You stared down at his lips nodding dumbly at his words, you heard him hum up at you leaning in to nuzzle his nose against yours sighing softly.

“Or did you miss my lips?” He whispered, “Did you miss kissing me? I missed kissing you.” He tilted his head to let his lips graze over yours to test the waters before he finally gave you what you wanted. His lips were still the softest pillows you’ve ever laid upon, you whimpered softly at the overwhelming burst of unrecognizable emotions in your stomach.

His lips were so soft, so sweet, so intoxicating, you missed kissing Jaehyun. He wrapped his arms tighter around your waist as he moved his lips against yours, you held tightly onto his hoodie trying to keep him close. He groaned softly as he pulled away to roll on top of you, manhandling you till you were against your pillow as you tried to catch your breath but his lips were reattached to yours in a matter of seconds. He made himself at home between your legs, you kept your grip on his hoodie tugging softly at the fabric.

“Take it off, Jaehyun.” You muttered pulling away, managing to catch your breath huffing quietly as he sat up not even hesitating before pulling the black hoodie off. Your hands were attached to his skin like a magnet, you wanted to feel him, you wanted to keep him close. You wanted him.

Oh god, you liked Jung Jaehyun.

You stared up at him with big almost panicked doe eyes, he leaned down to press soft kisses to your slightly exposed stomach. You let your head fall back with a small whine, you were going to lay there and let him do whatever he wanted. You’d let him do whatever he wanted to you. Scarily, you trusted Jaehyun a lot.

He wasted no time tugging down your sweats down to your knees, you swallowed thickly tugging softly on his locks to pull him back to your lips making him groan against your lips. He hummed softly into the kiss, pressing his hips into yours moaning softly. There was an amazing friction that made you shiver a little, digging your nails into his back with an airy chuckle.

“Keep doing that.” You whispered up at him causing him to smirk softly down at you. He rolled his hips into your clothed core, you could feel his growing length press against you which made you moan softly against his lips.

“You’re so adorable, baby.” He whispered pressing his wet lips to your jawline, nosing softly against your cheek. You bucked your hips into him with a deep shaky breath, he slid his hands up your sides to slide them under your top easily taking your breasts in his large hands.

You gasped softly at the contact, your hands skimming up his back to dig your nails into his skin looking up at him with hooded eyes. He rolled his hips into your clothed core causing a pleasant but short wave of pleasure to wash over you. You furrowed your brows at how good this was feeling, it was almost painful how short the waves lasted with each roll of his hips.

Holy shit, how did he always manage to make you feel so good?

He groaned gruffly against your neck, holding tightly onto your hips, continuing to rut against you his nails leaving crescents imprints on your skin. Soft grunts and gentle gasps filled your little room, red lines forming on his skin when your nails ranked down it, the slow burn in your stomach was starting to grow more intense every time he rolled his hips into yours.

“P-Please kiss me.” You whispered lazily draping your legs around his hips, sighing quietly feeling him kiss up your neck to finally press a soft kiss to your lips.

The tight tension in your stomach was growing uncomfortable, you whined softly into the feather-like kiss feeling his fingers wrap around the hem of your hoodie. You quickly shook your head with a thick swallow, trying to find your voice as you held tighter onto his shoulders.

“I-I want to keep it on.” You finally got out before the fabric could be lifted over your head. He looked down at you with a look of confusion for a second before nodding a bit, his hands falling to your waist smiling comfortably.

“That’s fine. That’s fine. Do you want to take a minute?”

You laced your fingers with his sighing softly as you wrapped your legs around his waist, tugging his hips flush against yours with a thick swallow. 

“I-I was really close. Whatever you’re doing, it feels really really good.” You nodded looking up at him with big eyes, a smug smile tugging at his pink lips as he nodded a little.

“I like making you feel good. You look so pretty when you cum, you know? I want to see that face again.”

Your cheeks burned once again as you looked up at him laughing softly, your eyes looking down at the bulge growing in his sweats.

“You’re really hard, Jaehyun.” You whispered chuckling softly at the sight, he looked up at you with a loud laugh pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, smiling against your skin. His hands skimmed down your sides to hold onto your hips groaning quietly.

He pulled away from you, pulling you up by your hips to place you in his lap, manhandling you till you were straddling his thigh making you gasp softly. He leaned against your wall smirking up at you as he slapped the back of your thigh, squeezing the flesh softly before motioning down towards his thigh.

“Want to take your panties off, baby?” He whispered burying his face into the crook of your neck, peppering soft kisses to the sensitive skin as you nodded slowly. You lifted your hips letting him slide the soaked fabric down your legs, smirking cockily when his digits brushed over your slick folds.

He moved you back on his thigh making you gasp softly, digging your coffin-shaped acrylics into his chest. Jaehyun groaned softly looking down at the pretty pale pink nails, he bit his bottom lip holding tightly onto your hips.

“Ride my thigh, baby.” He whispered leaning in to kiss your lips softly, his hands moving up to hold on tightly to your hoodie.

You didn’t waste any time before rolling your hips against the rough fabric of his sweatpants, loud whimpers falling from your lips into his as your hips moved desperately against him. He pulled away from your lips to watch you pathetically rutting against him, a cocky smirk on his lips chuckling softly as he leaned his back against your wall.

“You’ve done this before haven’t you?” He whispered grabbing a fist full of your hair tugging harshly, making you cry out softly as you dug your nails into his stomach.

Your cheeks glowed with at his question, brows furrowed as a pathetic whimper fell from your lips. Visions of those lonely nights with your pillow between your legs desperately rutting into the pillow, thinking about the quick yet explosive pleasure that eventually lolled you to sleep, but you couldn’t say that to Jaehyun not without wanting to die a little inside.

“Aw, look you’re blushing.” He whispered lowly the same smirk on his lips, “Do you hump your pillow, princess? Do you think about me?”

You only whined in response shutting your eyes tightly, trying to lean into him but the grip on your hair was unforgiving. He kept you still with the iron grip on your hair waiting for you to answer, flexing his thigh underneath you with a cruel smirk on his lips. You whimpered loudly as your hips rolled deeply into his hard thigh, your nails dug deeper into his skin crying out softly.

“Answer the question, _____.” He growled pushing you down till you were looking at him, face redder than before and you could only feel yourself getting redder under his intense stare.

“I-I do. I think about you all the time, Jaehyun.”

He chuckled darkly at the way your voice shook as if you were near tears. He liked seeing you like this, basically falling apart before of him, because of him, was so arousing and erotic his head was spinning. Jaehyun hummed in response, his fingers finally losing on your hair letting your head fall onto his chest, his arms wrapping around you with a quiet sigh.

“Tell me what you think about. Tell me everything.” He whispers into your shoulder, kissing the flesh gently. You kept your hips moving into his thick thigh, your eyes blown wide as your clit brushed against the rough fabric.

“I-I think about your dick. Holy fuck, fuck, your dick is so big and thick.” Your voice was whiny and shaky as you held on tightly to him, “I think about y-you inside me, stretching me out so good, f-fucking me till I’m shaking. Wanna know what makes me cum?” You questioned smirking softly at his bewildered eyes as he nodded quickly, a soft moan leaving his lips as he looked up at you.

You moaned loudly as he flexed his thigh under you once again, his tongue poking out to wet his lips as his eyes stayed trained on your lips.

“I think about you filling me up with your cum.” You shut your eyes tightly, your nails dragging down his chest watching his jaw drop a rough moan fell from his shiny pink lips.

“Fuck, Jaehyun–oh my god–Yoonoh.”

You cut yourself off when you feel the wave of pleasure wash over you, back arching into him as your moan catches in your throat, body rigid and nails deep into his skin. His hips jerked up a few times, low trembling moans ripping through his body as he held tightly onto your hips, you knew there would be bruises by tomorrow. A familiar groan filled your apartment, you were too overwhelmed by the short ripples of pleasure still rolling through your body, mindlessly nuzzling into his chest.

The room is full of heavy breathing, his hands letting go of your hips to rub softly at your thighs. You swallowed thickly against the crook of his neck, pulling away slowly to look at him with raised brows.

“Did you...Did you cum in your pants?” You asked moving your hands to his face, your thumbs stroking his cheeks when they glowed softly. He blinked a few times, brown eyes looking down at his sweats which were wet in multiple spots now. You watched a cute embarrassed smile appear on his glistening pink lips, his cheeks glowing brightly at your question.

“Y-You look so good when you cum. I couldn’t help it.”

You tilted your head at his weak tone, he looked so wrecked borderline pathetic from his orgasm. You felt something spark inside you seeing him like that, something that you’ve never felt before.

You wanted him.

Quietly you swallowed the urge with a small sigh, hands gently brushing his hair out of his doe eyes. You brushed the thought away, tossing your hair over your shoulder with a quiet hum. He groans softly looking up at you, cringing softly when he shifts his hips a little bit.

“Fuck. I feel gross. I feel really sticky.” He whispered his head falling back against the wall sighing contently, eyes fluttering shut as you ran your hands up and down his marked chest.

There was a blissful silence. A silence that you never wanted to end. You were the one to break it, pulling away to look at his blissful face smirking wickedly at him.

“You came fast and untouched. You must really like me, hm?”

“I liked the way you said Yoonoh. No one has ever said it like that.”

“No one has said it while cumming before?” You giggled stroking his hair softly, smiling at him gently. His eyes fluttered open to stare at your lips before looking up at you, swallowing thickly at the sight of the wet patch on his thigh.

Another silence filled your room, he leaned down to press soft kisses to your collarbones. You rested your cheek on the top of his head, nuzzling against his soft hair humming quietly as he brushed his nose against your throat. You wanted to stay like this, you wanted to keep him close, you wanted to stay in his arms, doused in his warmth as you both recovered from your orgasms.

You cleared your throat, untangling yourself from him as you slid off his thigh taking a deep breath with a soft huff. You looked around to find your underwear, you felt him move from behind you grunting uncomfortably as he stood up off your bed.

“Can I shower here? I don’t want to walk back with cum in my pants.”

“You walked here? Where’s your place?” You questioned sliding your underwear back on and turning towards him with a small head tilt. He turned towards you a soft smile adoring his pink lips, your eyes adoring the bright red lines on his tan chest.

“I live in the apartments a few blocks away.”

You nodded a bit trying to envision what his apartment looked like. Was it messy? Was it put together?

You could see shirts scattered across his floor, his bed unmade, and dishes in the sink. Maybe Jaehyun was a clean freak with a tightly made bed, spotless floors, and a pristine kitchen where everything is organized. Your eyes scanned over him quickly with a small smile, your chest aching a little at the sight of him.

“You can–” You turned toward your clock, the intimidating red numbers telling you it was nearing 3 AM. You couldn’t let him walk alone at 3 AM even though you knew he’d be just fine, but still, you’d be too worried to let him walk out of your apartment this late.

“You can…Stay the night if you want. It’s–um–it’s really late, you shouldn’t be walking alone this late.”

He looked a little surprised at your offer a soft chuckle left his lips as he thought about spending the night with you. He shrugged his broad shoulders with a small nod, a soft smile forming on his lips looking down at you.

“I would like that. We can finally–”

“Hold it, Jay. You’re sleeping on the floor.”

“Oh come on, prude. You know you want to snuggle with me.”

You rolled your eyes a little bit at the way his smile turned into a soft smirk. You aggressively pointed towards the small, pathetic, excuse of a bathroom you had, it was more like a closet with a shower in it. “Go shower. The cum in your pants is probably dried now.” You teased with a soft laugh, only laughing harder when he shot you a playful glare before turning around to disappear into your closet bathroom.

You dug through your drawer to find the lone pair of boxers you bought as an experiment last month. He’ll only need new underwear, right? You slowly knocked on the flimsy door, poking your head in the warm room, your eyes falling to the floor when you hear him pull your curtain back a bit.

“Couldn’t help yourself?” He teased smirking softly at you, running his hand through his wet hair as you blindly tossed the boxers on the sink. You only looked up to shoot him a slightly disgusted look, you watched him laugh at your expression before winking playfully tilting his head a bit.

“Thank you.” He tells you sweetly, an even sweeter smile on his lips, “I’ll be out in a minute.” He nods closing the shower curtain.

You closed the door behind you humming softly as you went to your closet, getting on your toes to pull down the extra blankets from the top shelf. You laid the blankets down for him next to your bed, grabbing one pillow from your bed to drop it on the ground. The makeshift bed on the floor was a pastel pathetic mess on your floor but he’d probably be fine, right? You stared down at the blankets almost leaning down to straighten them out, but there was a sudden vibration from the edge of your bed.

Your head shot up to turn towards your bed, seeing the fabric of his hoodie light up. You paused for a moment just staring at the glowing hoodie. Who was texting him at 3 AM? Without letting yourself hesitate, you pulled his phone out from its pocket sitting down on your bed to scroll through his notifications.

Every contact name was just initials. You found it odd but also didn’t question it. Jaehyun was a fuckboy after all.  You furrowed your brows at the screen.

q.k : if ur going to leave at two am pls be quiet when you do it

l.m.h : do u have the answers for the review i’m dying dude

k.d.h : baby i miss you :(

k.d.h : ik it’s late but i want to see you

k.d.h : jaeeeeeeee 

You blinked a few times at the messages. Who was k.d.h? Why were they texting him at two am? You heard the shower water stop, you quickly shoved the phone back into his hoodie, hands slightly shaky and mind racing. You shouldn’t be thinking this hard about someone he wasn’t even with right now. You shouldn’t be thinking this hard about Jaehyun in general. He should be an afterthought, he shouldn’t even be here right now, but here he was showering in your apartment.

When he walked out of the bathroom, toweling off his dripping locks looking up at you smiling sweetly at you before looking down at the mess of blankets beneath you.

“Is that my bed for tonight?” He asked adjusting his boxers as his eyes stared down at the pallet, his hand rubbing his stomach. You nodded a little forcing a small smile as he lay down on the floor, grunting softly as he rolled around trying to get comfortable.

“Stop being dramatic, oh my god.”

You teased reaching over to turn your lamp off a sudden wave of darkness swallowing your room. Tucking yourself in, you tangled yourself in your cold blanket sighing quietly as he rolled around with a series of small grunts. He reached up to place his hand on your bed trying to get your attention, tapping his fingers against your mattress waiting for you to pay attention to him.

“Go to sleep, Jaehyun.”

“I can’t.”

“You haven’t even tried, you crackhead.”

“Maybe I don’t want to sleep. Maybe I want to keep talking to you.”

“Oh my god, shut the fuck up.” You groaned shoving his hand off your mattress with a small eye roll. He sat up to look at you, you could make out a disgruntled look on Jaehyun’s face. You weren’t looking at him. You didn’t want to look at his giant shoulders and beautiful face, not with the daunting question of  “Who’s k.d.h?” racking your brain. He stared at you do a second, running a hand through his damp hair as he tilted his head a bit.

“You’re getting…hostile again. Is this how you act with the people you like?”

“I don’t like you.” You quickly denied with furrowed brows, “Like that. I don’t like you like that.” You lied with a thick and hard swallow.

There was a silence that made your stomach twist and turns, you finally looked at him with furrowed brows sighing quietly. “Don’t look at me like that.” You whispered looking down at him with a soft sigh, slowly letting your hand drop down to rest softly on his shoulder. You rubbed circles into the taut skin waiting for him to say something, but he just stared at you with his big eyes making you sigh quietly.

“You don’t like me like that and you know it.”

He scoffed quietly before shaking his head. “You’re so…You’re so aggravating.” You frowned your brows at his word choice, shoving his shoulder harshly with a huff. 

“I am not. You’re the aggravating one.” You snapped sitting up to look down at him with slight irritation on your face. He looked up at you with an equally as irritated look, laughing bitterly as he got on his knees to be closer to your level.

“You act like you know me and everything about me–”

“Don’t start that shit again please.” You groaned rolling your eyes. He raised his brows at you in slight shock that you interrupted him. You mocked his shocked expression trying to get a rise out of him. You wanted to see him angry, you wanted him mad, but you weren’t getting it from him. He just stared at you, brows furrowed and lips tightly together, as he tilted his head a bit at you.

“I know enough about you to know you don’t want to date me, Jaehyun. You can say you just want to fuck me and it’ll be fine. Just stop acting like you want something more from me.”

“That’s-That’s not true. I like you. I don’t want to just fuck you. I want–”

“If you like me so much who’s k.d.h?”

There’s a sharp and heavy silence. He stared at you with frowned brows he looked confused, angry, and guilty at the same time.

“You looked through my phone?”

“It was kind of hard to ignore seeing k.d.h was texting you every five minutes.”

“You looked through my phone?” He repeated more sternly this time standing up to look down at you suddenly making you feel ten times smaller than you already felt. You averted your eyes awkwardly as he turned on your lamp, you flinched at the burst of dim light keeping your eyes down. He leaned down getting dangerously close to you, his face too close to yours for your comfort.

“Answer me, _____.”

“I did.” You finally whispered, shoulders slumped and eyes focused on your floor taking a deep breath. His stare was finally getting the best of you, you could feel your chest tightening, your stomach dropping, and a burning sensation in your eyes. You felt like a child being scolded, you hated this, you hated him for making you feel this way.

“Who is she?” You asked pathetically, blinking a few times trying to ignore the tears brimming your eyes. You looked up at him, head tilted sympathetically as your eyes begged him for an answer. His face softened at the utterly depressing look on your face, slowly resting a large hand on your bare thigh making you huff softly dabbing your eyes with your thumb.

“Her name is Kim Dahee. She’s…She’s my girlfriend.”

Your jaw dropped a little when you heard her name and the title she carried. He swallowed thickly looking down, sighing quietly, squeezing your thigh a little as your bottom lip quivered a bit. 

You felt gross, you felt used, you felt like a bad person, oh god, you were a bad person. 

“You-Your girlfriend?” You asked quietly, brows knit together feeling your chest get painfully tight at the fact this conversation was happening.

“We’ve been dating for around four months now.” You finally turn away from him wanting to throw up at the fact you were the other woman. Were you really though? You didn’t even know what the other woman entailed, so did you really fit the mold of the other woman?

“Oh, my god. Oh my god, you fucked my throat in a bathroom while you had a girlfriend! Y-You came over to my apartment, made out with me, came in your pants because of me, you tell me all this-this bullshit about liking me and you have an entire girlfriend! How fucking dense are you!”

You exploded shoving his hand off of your thigh, wanting no physical contact with Jung Jaehyun for the rest of your life. You’ve never felt so dumb in your life. You were an idiot. A dumb slut. You really let yourself fall for some dumb boy with a girlfriend. God, you felt disgusting.

“Hey, hey, calm down baby–”

“Don’t. Don’t call me that. What the hell is wrong with you?”

You snapped turning away from him to wipe your eyes with a frustrated groan, you shook your head sniffling softly. Hot tears were running down your cheeks, you couldn’t seem to stop the steady streams from dripping onto your sheets.

“You fucking preach how I don’t know you, how judgmental I’ve been towards you, and you’ve been cheating this whole time?” He pursed his lips together, not being able to say anything just sighed quietly looking at his feet. For the first time you left Jaehyun speechless, he was just standing there like an idiot.

“I should’ve known. I did know. I knew who you were, I knew you didn’t care about me or anyone but yourself, and I still––”

Your throat closed up a bit, letting out another frustrated groan, and looked up at him with a shake of your head.

“I was right about you.” You whispered looking at him with teary eyes, your chest aching a little at how hurt he looked at your words. You pretended you didn’t care, you knew he deserved it, but that didn’t stop it from causing an uncomfortable tightening sensation in your chest. There’s this heavy silence, one where he just stood in front of you guilt all over his beautiful face. You swallowed thickly, climbing back under your blankets holding tightly onto the comforting soft cover as you turned your back towards him.

“I want you out by seven.” You deadpanned staring at your white wall the light suddenly going out darkness consuming your room once again. “Alright.” He mumbled laying back down on the flimsy palette, sniffling softly as he rolled on his side.

Another heavy silence.

“You…You won’t tell her, right?”

You thought about it for a minute. You were never good at confrontation, especially with girls, you couldn’t imagine even approaching the stunning angel that was Kim Doyeon let alone telling her all the things you had done with her boyfriend. Her boyfriend. Jaehyun was her boyfriend. He was never going to be yours. No matter how hard or quietly you wanted him, he would never be yours.

“I won’t.” You whisper turning on your back to stare at the ceiling, the last of your silent tears running off your cheeks and onto your pillow. “Jaehyun,” Your tone was so weak and soft you hoped he would actually take you seriously, “I-I don’t want to do this if-if you have someone.”

Another damn silence.

“Okay. Okay, I get it.” You blinked a few times trying to get the sting of his agreement to get disappear, sighing softly at how heavy you felt. You at least thought it would be lighter after the resolution, but it only seemed to make everything heavier.

“Goodnight, ___.”

You didn’t respond. You couldn’t respond. You just stared at the wall, eyes heavy, but you couldn’t find sleep even though you desperately wanted to. You tossed and turned for what felt like hours, blankets tangled between your legs, Jaehyun’s even breathing the only sound filling your room. Your eyes looked up at your window seeing a faint ray of orange streaming into your room.

You blinked your heavy lids before looking down at the sleeping boy on your floor, a sad smile on your lips when you glanced over his relaxed figure sighing quietly. He looked beautiful sleeping, his long limbs relaxed and sprawled out on the floor, his lips relaxed and slightly parted, he was so beautiful. Slowly, you laid back down closing your eyes, trying to coax yourself back to sleep.

Suddenly there was a loud ring through your room, one you flinched at but didn’t say anything about it. You heard him groan and shift around, stumbling through your room to find his clothes, grumbling inaudible things as he gathered his things trying to be as quiet as he could. You kept your eyes closed, pretending to be asleep not wanting to deal with him or the inevitable goodbye that was to come.

The shuffling sounds grew closer till you felt his hand on your cheek. You couldn’t help but jump away a bit before leaning into his palm, knowing if you opened your eyes you’d be met with those doe eyes that made your chest want to explode. Slowly, you felt tentative lips press against your forehead, making your chest want to explode as usual. Without hesitation you let your eyes flutter open, staring up at him with tired yet wide eyes swallowing quietly as you two made eye contact.

You two just stared at each other, you could feel him begin to rub soft circles against your skin. He sighed quietly at how tired and sad you looked because of him, you finally adverted your eyes from his brown ones letting them focus on his wrist as you slowly place your hand on top of his. He was dressed in the clothes from last night, his hair was a wreck, and his eyes looked tired but he was still mesmerizing. It was way too quiet for your liking, it was weird for Jaehyun to be this quiet for this long but you understood.

You sensed him leaning in again. You almost let it happen, you almost let your lips collide with his, but even when his plush lips just brushed against yours you felt nerve-wracking guilt wreck through you. You turned away last second, your chest aching with want when you did so. You wanted him. You wanted him so bad but not like this. He rested his forehead against the side of your face, sighing quietly over the rejection before pressing one last soft kiss to your cheekbone.

He didn’t say anything, just grabbed his phone and walked out just like you expected him to. You slowly leaned down, grabbing the pillow he slept on with a soft sigh, pulling it to your chest with another quiet sigh nuzzling your face into the plush pillow. You inhaled the fading scent of him, your eyes growing wet as he filled your senses nails digging into the pillow.

There was a moment where you let yourself cry into your pillow. You let yourself mourn over a relationship that wasn’t even real, you could feel your eyes begin to burn at the steady flow of tears running down your cheeks. You finally lifted your head to wipe your eyes, sniffling a bit as you forced yourself to stop crying over Jaehyun, causing you to hiccup a little bit.

You checked the time on your phone rubbing your eyes till they were red and wet, blinking a few times to see your screen more clearly. It was only 7 AM. You could fall asleep and wake up before noon, get something to eat maybe, then make it to your study group by three. You put your phone back on your bedside table exhausted, burying your face back in Jaehyun’s pillow, hiccuping once again. You slowly fell into a weak sleep longing for him to be beside you.

#jaehyun smut #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun imagine #jaehyun scenario #jaehyun angst #nct imagines #nct smut #nct scenarios #nct x you #nct ff #nct 127 scenarios #nct 127 smut #nct 127 angst

[dfortrafalgar]

I'm Losing You

Having a family isn't always as easy as fairy tales make it seem.

Warnings: Read chapter 1 for warnings. This chapter contains medical trauma in an emergency room, as well as pregnancy loss.

I was going to do my usual thing and post this tomorrow, but i felt too bad making yall wait so you get a one-two punch of pain today (on the bright side, and i promise this, things start to go uphill from here, if you could believe it <3)

Taglist: @phsycochan | @mirillua | @augustanna | @chaixsherlock

Chapter 16

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The darkened operating theater’s focused silence was sharply interrupted with the sound of ringing coming from the phone tucked away in the circulating nurse’s back pocket.  It was very obviously from Law’s phone, but the entire surgical crew kept their heads lowered and honed in on their work.  It was quite difficult to break your stride when someone’s body was cut completely open and their beating heart was framed by a metal cage keeping the layers of fat and muscle from closing.  The nurse was checking oxygen levels of the patient and simply let the phone continue to ring.  No one said a word.

The ringing stopped.

Then it started again.

“Just let it go,” Law mumbled.  He couldn’t be bothered, not when he was quite literally inside someone’s heart.  A mitral valve replacement required just as much care as any other open heart procedure, despite being a relatively easy operation for his skilled hands.

The ringing stopped.  The nurse stepped away from the monitor and made a circle around the team, checking instruments, patient vitals, and needed materials.

Then the ringing started again.  This time, a few glances were tossed around the room by the attending surgeons and nurses, but Law kept his head down, neck-deep in his work.  The nurse pulled the phone out of her back pocket and assessed the screen.  Your photo and name were displayed.

“Doctor, it’s your wife,” she announced.

“End the call and text her that I’ll get back to her when I can.”

Following his instructions precisely, the nurse tapped the red End Call button, opened her doctor’s phone with his passcode from their previous go at this very situation, and navigated to his text messages, pulling up your conversation.  She had to suppress a smile at the photo that was set for your contact- a photo of you and what she assumed to be your dog, both grinning brightly at the camera.  She began to text.

Hi, this is Doctor Trafalgar’s circulating nurse again!  He’s currently in the middle of an operation but he’ll call you back when he’s done!

She was about to put the device back in her pocket when it buzzed with another incoming text message.

Wifey

This is Law’s friend Shachi.  Idk operating room etiquette but his wife was taken to the emergency room from her job, im here with her and another friend.  Can you relay the message somehow?  Thanks.

The unsuspecting nurse felt her heartbeat grow anxious.  She herself didn’t really know how to properly announce that information to her supervising doctor, let alone the entire room of fellow technicians and nurses surrounding a patient with his chest fully exposed and heart cut open.

“Everything good?” the tired voice of the lead doctor called from his position, slightly hunched over the body under the bright lights and protective sheet.  He had stepped back only mere centimeters to let an attending nurse go in with sutures.

“Uhm…” the circulating nurse felt her palms grow sweaty beneath her blue medical gloves.  “It was one of your friends, your wife is in the emergency room, apparently.”

Law felt his blood run cold.  His head shot upward to look at the poor nurse who was now unfortunately involved in this, staring at her with wide, golden eyes below his magnifying hood.  He must have looked profoundly stupid partnered with his surgical mask and bright blue hair net.  “What did he say?”

“That was it, he just said to call him back as soon as he could,” she responded nervously.

“Doctor, the surgery’s almost completed if you–” one of his technicians began before being interrupted by the doctor.

“No, I’ll never leave the operating room until the procedure is finished.  Don’t worry about me, continue your focus on the patient.”  But for the first time in Law’s entire professional life, his focus was everywhere but the patient.  Why were you in the emergency room?  Why were you taken from work?  What in the world had happened?

Were you having another miscarriage?

No matter how hard he tried, he could not bring his focus back to the unconscious patient on the table in front of him.  He felt like a ghost out of his own body, merely observing his rigid frame standing amongst his colleagues, frozen in time and place, glued to the cold tiled floor.  Petrified.  Chills were creeping up and down his vertebrae, spreading out to the very tips of his fingers, making him wish he could run.  Run as fast as he could, run to the next building to where the emergency department was and run through every room to find you.  He needed to find you.

The surgery could not have ended sooner.  As soon as he was given the clear that the patient was in the recovery ward, he was sprinting with all of his might through the halls of the cardiac ward, out through the lobby, and into the bright summer sun that seemed to be mocking him in his frantic state.  His lab coat trailed behind him and passing nurses and patients jumped out of his way as he barreled down the bright sidewalk of the hospital complex, passing small bundles of blooming flowers that almost shook with how fast his feet were carrying him.  He felt like his heart might evacuate from his chest, or that he would surely lose his lunch with the stress of the unknown.

He rounded a corner and entered the emergency wing through a back entrance using his ID, sprinting to the nearest nurse’s desk barely catching his breath.  The young woman behind the counter, caught off guard by his sudden burst into the space, was staring at the man with wide, blue eyes, her fingers frozen mid-typing on her mechanical keyboard.

“T… Trafalgar.  Where,” was all he was able to gasp out as he clung to the counter catching his breath.  He never was much of an athlete.

The young nurse hurriedly picked through the screen of her computer monitor.  “Room 114.”

“Thank you,” he wheezed as he pushed himself off again, this time speed walking through the large corridors of the emergency room, not wanting to cause an issue with the attending doctors.  He passed by empty gurneys and folded wheelchairs, idle medicine carts and nurses chatting with one another, another ordinary day for them.  Room 114 seemed so far away.

Finally, the number appeared on the wall to his right.  The door was wide open, multiple bodies hunched over the bed.  Shachi and Ikkaku bolted upright from their chairs, mouths open about to speak to Law, but he pushed past them and into the crowd of nurses.

Your wrists were strapped to both handles of the bed you occupied, your eyes squeezed shut and an oxygen mask was forcefully strapped to your face, so tight your skin was visibly pinching through the hard elastic straps.  The hose extending from the mask and into an on-board oxygen monitoring machine seemed so foreign on your beautiful face.  A few heart rate electrodes were placed on your chest, picking up a well above average heartbeat.  Your feet were weakly flailing under the covers as multiple nurses had their hands on you, assessing your blood pressure, your oxygen, hands on your abdomen, your legs, your breasts.

Law saw red.

“BACK THE FUCK UP,” he shouted, finally drawing attention to himself from the surrounding nurses.  Hospital etiquette could fuck off for all he cared.  His wife had her wrists bound.  “GET AWAY FROM HER.”

“Doctor, please,” a man from beside your bed rushed forward toward the cardiac surgeon, placing his hands on his shoulders.  “Please don’t yell-”

“Why the hell is she tied to the bed?!” he demanded, every fiber of his being forcing him to maintain at least some level of composure.  Behind him, Ikkaku grabbed Shachi’s wrist and dragged him out of the room, not wanting to put their friend under any more stress.

“She was thrashing in the ambulance, we needed to restrain her,” the male nurse explained, attempting to push Law back from your bed.

Law looked past the nurse’s shoulder and screamed once more.  “I SAID GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER.”

A much larger male nurse stood up from his place around your bed.  When he stepped aside, his legs revealed a bright red biohazard container on the ground, a mere glimpse of the pants you were wearing that morning peeking into Law’s field of view.  

“Doctor, calm down or I’m going to call security,” the bigger man threatened, stepping toward Law and giving his shoulders a firm shove backwards.  He was built less like your average nurse and more like a basketball power forward, and the force of his hands against Law’s shoulders sent the black-haired surgeon stumbling backward.

“Don’t tell me to calm down,” he seethed.  “What kind of nurse ties a patient to the bed when they’re panicking, huh?!  Is that what they’re teaching you ingrates?!  Tying a panicking woman to a bed to keep her still?!”

He forced his way past the larger nurse, much to the man’s discontent, and pushed through the other employees surrounding your bed.  His first action was to loosen the straps of the oxygen mask on your face, giving your skin room to breathe.  His deft hands ripped the velcro blood pressure cuff off of your bicep, tossing it back to a nurse who had stepped away, shocked by his actions.  The oxygen monitor on your finger was next, followed by the restraint on your left hand, which fell limp next to your body.  Your wedding ring was missing.

“Where’s the ring?” Law asked, forcing the blood oxygen monitor into the hands of the same nurse who took the cuff from him.

“What ring?” the basketball nurse asked, visibly angry with the doctor’s intrusion.

“The wedding ring on her left hand.  Where the hell is it?”

A very small, meek voice piped up from across your bed.  “It was removed in the ambulance because the paramedic was afraid she’d hurt herself with it.”

“Hurt herself, or hurt you?” snarled Law referring to the confused gaggle of nurses that had come into contact with his wife, already fed up with whatever excuses they were giving him.  If he was more rational, he could argue that they were simply doing their jobs, but even from his standpoint, what they were doing to you was clearly too much.  “I want every single one of you out of this room, and I want an attending doctor here immediately.  I need one of you to find that damn ring and bring it back to me.  Don’t make me ask twice.”

A few nurses took the opportunity to scramble from the room, visibly frazzled by the surgeon’s fit of rage.  The two male nurses from prior, however, stood their ground.

“You’re not in our department, doc, I’m afraid we can’t take orders from you.”  The larger nurse crossed his arms over his chest in defiance as Law stood between your body and the man.

“Then take my directions as the family member of a patient.  Get.  The hell.  Out.”  If Law were to see himself, he’d have absolutely no idea where this authoritative side of him came from.  He was never one for verbal or physical confrontation, more used to shutting down and bottling in his feelings than displaying them outright, and never would he ever think to get in the face of an extended colleague, but now was not the time for rational thought.

The first nurse to put his hands on Law placed a hand on the shoulder of his fellow nurse, pulling him toward the door.  The larger man finally relented and followed his coworker out into the hallway and around the corner out of sight.  Silence had finally settled over the room and Law rushed to the other side of your bed to unstrap your right wrist from the metal barrier.  Your heart rate on the monitor was slowly starting to even out, but was still maintaining a fairly erratic pace.  His new position allowed him to get a glimpse into the red biohazard container that was improperly placed next to your bed.  Your pants, the ones you had purchased when out with your friends a few weeks prior and that you were excited to finally wear to work, were completely soaked with bright red blood.  The rest of your clothing was in the bucket, specks of blood on your socks, and the lower portion of your flowy summer shirt.  He shoved the bucket out of the way with the ball of his shoe, forcing down the nausea that crawled up his throat.

He placed his hand on your forehead, leaning over you, his face contorted in an agony that mirrored your own.  

Your eyes slowly opened, your body completely spent and exhausted.  He barely wanted to know what kind of ambulance ride you had endured that had rendered your usually-energetic and upbeat form into a shell of your former self.  Your irises were filled with sorrow, and your eyes immediately began welling with tears at the sight of your husband standing above you.  You gasped into the oxygen mask, almost choking on the breath of cold, spicy air that flowed through the hose and forced its way into your body.  Law was quick to pull the mask off, breaking every form of protocol he was familiar with.  He knew his outburst and actions easily risked his integrity as a high profile surgeon, but as he took in the sight of you, completely burnt out, humiliated, scratched up from the binding on your wrists and straps from the mask on your face, he couldn’t find the time to care about his integrity anymore.

Finally free from the confines of the mask, you sucked in a shaky breath, heavy, salty tears flowing down your cheeks like a waterfall.  You weakly reached a hand up to his, and he took it in both of his warm, calloused ones, clenching you tightly, funneling all of his love into you.

“Law…” you tried to speak, but your voice came out more like a croak.  He felt his heart shatter, splintering into toxic pieces of fiberglass that ripped at his flesh, that stung the soul and pierced the very heart he gave to you.  Your lips were violently quivering as your body shook with suppressed sobs, not having any more energy to scream.  All you were able to do was mouth the words, ‘I’m sorry.”

Law’s resolve shattered.  Whatever was left of his pride, his dignity, his status as your strong, unmoving, supportive husband, was fractured.  He crumpled above you, his legs shaking as his head fell to your trembling chest, his hands that held your own remaining close to his own lungs as the tears he had wanted to cry for the past two years of trying for a baby finally escaped from his eyes.  He sniffled, snot rapidly pooling in his sinuses as a result of his tears, but he continued to hold your trembling hand in his as he bit his lip so hard it stung, the scorching hot tears leaving his eyes feeling like trails of magma down his skin.  The smell of hospital sheets did not belong on you.  

The world seemed to implode in on your weak form in the hospital bed, your husband’s defeated body hunched over your own.

A crackled, broken sob exited his lungs.

#x reader #reader insert #fem reader #law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #one piece x reader #op x reader #trafalgar d water law x reader #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law #i'm losing you

[nobianna]

𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓫𝓸𝔂𝓼

𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: on a beach trip you're "ex" bf gets upset watching you flirt with a worker on the ice cream bar, so he handled it.

𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: Eren x blackfem! reader

𝓬𝓾𝓶𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: jealous!Eren, eren being a little rough, chocking, hair pulling, some possessiveness, just a bit of spit play ( if you squint) cowgirl, backshots , collapsed back shots, lots of kissing , some dirty talk , petnames, cursing , lmk if i missed anything else

𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔞𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰: this is my first time writing smut so excuse me if its badddd, not proofread at all sorry im lazy asf, i recommend reading in dark mode , other characters are included but not important, MDNI! support the blog :)

SASHA was grabbing you're arm to drag you towards the ice cream bar that she had been begging you to take her to it since yall had got to the beach.

"y/n pleaseeeeee" she asked again, you looked up at her through youre sunglasses to see her pleading puppy eyes.

" Sasha why wont you go its right there" you responded to her

" well i-" she was about to speak again before eren interrupted her

"Exactly stop trynna take away my girl"

"aht aht aht im not your girl anymore" you snapped at him quicly shutting him down before hopping up and grabbing your wallet and phone.

all while eren watched you dust sand off youre thighs and run your hair through your goddes braids that were hanging down your back, he examined you and watched them stop right below your ass which was currently out in the cotton crochet bikini you wore.

he shook his head at youre pettiness because there was no way in hell you were still mad about that stupid ass argument

you and him had got into an argument 2 days before you all had left for this trip, and he has tried to get in contact with you multiple times before you had left but you just weren't gonna let up.

you didnt even ride in the car with him on the way here, when everyone had parked at jeans house, you had decided to ride with sasha, ymir, and mikasa. while eren rode with connie, jean, armin, and onyankapon. the others rode with reiner and historia.

Eren was already upset that he hasnt talked to his girl in 2 days, but to see her laughing and flirting with the man at the ice cream bar even when sasha had already gotten hers, that really tipped the cake for him.

Eren watched you closely so he watched how you playfully punched his arm, he saw how hard you were laughing and it honestly pained him to watch you exchange numbers with him and when he had decided he had enough.

he would let you finish and enjoy the rest of your trip before he told you about yourself.

everyone had decided to have a little kickback at jeans house and you just so happened to sit next to eren

he tapped your thighs with 2 fingers while you were watching sasha, ymir, connie, and armin go at it in sorry

he motioned you to look at your phone to see you had a text from him

meet me in the guest bedroom in like 3 minutes

you nodded and continued on watching the game as eren got up

you carefully got up and told mika you would be back

when you walked in the room he was sitting on the side of the bed

you shut and locked the door and asked " whatd you need" attitude as clear as day because you still didn't wanna talk to this nigga

he turned and laid back on the headboard with a sigh and one leg on the bed and the other off

he had his hair tied in his signature bun with a couple of hair strains out and he was rolling a blunt

you couldnt even lie he looked hella good like that especially with no shirt on, but you had to stand your ground

"hellooo you not gone answer???" you asked him

he looked up at you with a chuckle

"come hea"

you walked to his side and sat by his leg, he put his freshly rolled blunt on the night stand next to the lamp, he looked like he was already high from a previous blunt but you weren't gonna question it.

" are you gonna tell me what you wan-" you were cut off by a tattooed hand warping around your neck, it made your breath hitch as he pulled you closer to his face with your lips inches away from his.

" why do you insist on playing with me mama, hmm?"

he tightened his hand around your throat and pulled you on top so you were straddling him

" why do you wanna make me mad baby?'

all you could do was whimper against his lips

"just tell me whats wrong" he breathed against your lips while titling his head

" i-i just t-think mhm" you couldn't even speak properly because of how eagerly he was sucking or your neck

he brung his face back up to yours before speaking again

" you thought laughing in his face wouldn't make me mad hmm?" he said as he brought his hand from your neck down to your lower back where the other rested

and as you were beginning to speak he slide them down to the plump skin of your ass and started to massage it

you rested your hands on his shoulders attempting to catch your breath, he looked at with his low red eyes licking his lips patiently waiting for you to speak

"i-i didn't do it to make you mad, i did it because i told you we weren't together so i can mess with anyone i want and you can to-"

once again you were cut off but with a slap to your ass that made you whimper and jump, you felt how hard he was from under you and it made you throb

he took one of his hands and rested it into your scalp before tightly gripping a handful of your braids and ass.

"mhmmhmm" you whined as you threw your head back

" come on, ride it."

you got up and planted your 2 feet on the sides of the bed, you waited for him to pull his pants down as you looked down at him

" im not helping you ma" he chuckled " put that shit in yo self" he continued making you groan before pulling down his sweats

he hand on no undergarments which made it even more easy access

it didnt spring up because of how heavy and thick it was

you picked up his dick and heard him hiss

with your free hand you slid your bikini bottoms to the side and rubbed his tip up and down your soaked slit which made you both moan

you rubbed his tip on your aching bud and both of your faces contorted into pleasure.

" fuckkk its so wet ma" you moaned in returned while placing your other hand on the head board, you continued to tease him since you figured you were in control

he yanked your hair before making you look at him " put that shit in cmon"

you listened to him and aligned the tip of his dick perfectly with your hole

you slid down on him slowly while hissing out

" mhmmm fuckkk papa" you yelped out while putting your other hand on the head board

you moved up slowly hearing him groan out and throw his head back

while only moving up and down on the tip to tease him, he moved both of his hands towards your hips and slammed you down to his base

you yelled out from the pain and pleasure you received from the unexpected move

you continued to bounce on him

the sounds of your sticky slick clapping on his muscular thighs were heavenly not to mention the moans coming from the both of you

you were panting out like a dog

eren grabed your throat and kissed you so hungrily muffling your moans

he was hitting all the right spots and was barely doing anything

he started to thrust up into you making you yelp out

" right there mama?"

"mhm hmm" you shook your head not wanting him to stop

" come on baby use your words"

" s-shittt, i- im gonna cum baby" was all you could say, the claps got heavier and louder as you were chasing your own climax which made eren stop and flip you towards the end of the bed

and now he was on top and in control.

eren turned you around and brung your hips up making you arch your back

"mhmm shittt" he groaned as he slide back in from behind

you were gripping the sheets and screaming into the bed

he grabbed the end of your braids and lifted your head up before gripping your neck from behind a

" thats right baby take that shit, tell them how good i make you f-feel fucckk"

he started to hit your spot and you had to stop yourself from screaming

" O-ohh my fuckk babyyyy" you dragged out to him while falling forward a bit

you didnt want him to stop but shit

"s'to muchhh"

" right there baby, mhm are you gonna cum for me?"

" FUCKK YESSSS' you shouted as he dragged your head back up to his tattooed chest

he lifted your head up before tonguing you down

" open your mouth" he panted out before letting his spit trickle into your mouth, he didn't give you a chance to swallow before he was back tonguing you

you moaned in his mouth as your body to spas and your creamy white substance was coating his dick from base to tip

he let go of your chin and groaned into the crook of your neck while you were still riding out your high.

you purposely lost your arch and let eren fall on top of you from behind

he was still slowly thrusting into your sensitive hole making both of you moan

" im gonna cum mama" he groaned into your head while kissing the outside

he grabbed your hand while kissing down to your neck

"cum inside mee"

" shit im cummingg, ahh fuckk"

you let him ride out his high into you while moaning out

" howd it feel?" you asked him once he was done while laughing

because clearly someone was already halfway asleep

he had cleaned you both up and changed the sheets while you were in the guess bathroom

"come hea" he motioned for you to come lay with him

" you still not my girl?" he asked you in a sarcastic manner

"oh my- shut the hell up" you both laughed while getting comfortable in the bed

and drifting off to sleep

sooooo did you guys like it??

reblog and comment pleaseee

idk i think i might do a part 2 lol

request are always opennn

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[hrryshoney]

you got the antidote

gynecologist!matty healy x reader

A/N: did somebody say continuation? pt. 1, hope u guys enjoy again. so happy that yall find this Man as appealing as me! ty to everyone who bounced ideas w me bc u probs made this part 10x better😋 and again, don’t like it then don’t read it. p.s. there’s a scene where reader is texting! Bold is matty. Italics is reader.

warnings: smut 18+, p in v unprotected sex, inappropriate actions in a doctors office, loss of virginity, size kink (so, reader being implied as smaller), corruption kink, use of Y/N, taboo topics/power imbalance (doctor/patient), fingering, oral (f receiving), light choking, light spanking, dom and sub dynamics, problematic age gap maybe (reader is 22/23, matty is 29/30), dirty talk, lots more lol etc..

It was 6:00 pm on a Wednesday, and you were getting ready for sleep. Well, not sleep exactly, but you were going to shower and get in bed. You had gotten back from class about an hour ago now, and after having a light dinner all you wanted to do was have your ‘everything shower’ and relax.

Then, your phone pinged with a text message. You walked over to your nightstand to see who it was, assuming it would be one of your friends, or even your partner on a project for one of your classes. You were confused, though, to see a text from an unknown number.

It was even more confusing that they were speaking like they knew you.

Unknown - Today 6:04 PM

Come by the office? Need to discuss some things.

You furrow your eyebrows, trying to remember who this could be. Or, if this text was even meant for you. You could ignore it, but something in your gut told you not to. You decided on sending a simple text back.

sorry, i think you’ve got the wrong number!

You clicked your phone off, throwing it on your bed and walking into your bathroom. You turned the water on, turning it to the hottest setting and letting the bathroom steam. Hearing your phone ping again from the other room, you sighed inwardly and hung your head. Stepping out of the bathroom, you went to check your phone again. This time, there were two messages.

Unknown

Don’t think so.

This is Y/N, correct?

You felt your heart drop to your stomach, gripping the phone in your hand tighter. Okay, who the fuck was this? And, why did they know your name? However dumb it sounded, you were going to ask them just that.

who is this?

and why do you know my name, lol

Even though this was the number one way to get yourself killed in a horror movie, you gave the stranger the benefit of the doubt. You saw the 3 dots appear on your screen, and decided to wait. When the text came through, you felt immediate relief.

Unknown

Sorry, Princess.

This is Matty.

You found yourself smiling at your phone, now. Of course, why wouldn’t it be Matty. But then it struck you that your gynecologist was not only texting you, but calling you princess. And you never gave out your number.

doctor healy lol!

how’d you get my number?

Files, and all that.

You giggled, and decided to put his name in your phone as ‘Doctor Healy’. Swiping back to your chat to respond.

ahh, not very professional

Why not stir the pot? You were bored, and it was a bleak and boring Wednesday. You had nothing better to be doing, really. You walked into the bathroom to shut the shower’s tap, it could wait. You showered yesterday, and you wanted to talk to Matty.

I think that’s the least unprofessional thing you have to worry about, Princess.

Your heartbeat sped up slightly. You jumped into your bed, rolling on your stomach and pulling the cold comforter around you. All the responses you could think of were poor, so you settled for a lame one in the end.

don’t call me thatt

“princess”

Unfortunately for you, Matty’s response was almost immediate.

Perhaps ‘brat’ is more fitting, then?

Are you coming to the office?

Embarrassment surged through you, and you dropped your phone to put your face in your hands. Despite the fact that he couldn’t see you, he was still having an effect on you. And you know you shouldn’t be having these thoughts about him.

yes, sure

what for?

Just wanna go over some of your stats.

Your eyes widened, and as if he could see you through the screen, Matty sent you another text for clarification.

Don’t worry, though. Everything’s alright.

okay, great!

It’s only me here, rest of the staff went home. Just park out front and come in, door’s open.

You hearted his message and decided to change your clothes before you went. You thought it was a little strange that Matty would have you come in after everyone had left, but you supposed he knew what he was doing.

Since you figured you would be coming home right after, you decided to forgo a bra. You threw an oversized sweatshirt on over your head. Changing your jeans out for leggings. You slipped on your sneakers and laced them up.

You took the elevator down from your apartment to the lobby, quickly walking to your car that was parked in the parking garage. Luckily for you, it was still daylight outside.

The drive was quiet and quick, you unplugged your phone from the aux and parked out front of the offices. When you walked to the glass double doors and pulled them open, there was no resistant, just as Matty had said.

The lights were on, but the office was barren. It was that same sterile smell and harsh, bright lights from the day of your first appointment. Goosebumps raised on your arms from the slight chill of the space, and you walked towards the open door of one of the examination rooms.

You could hear faint whistling and typing coming from it, confirming your suspicions that it was the one Matty resided in. You made your way to the doorframe, knocking twice on it to alert him of your presence.

Matty’s head immediately shot up from the computer screen, dark brown eyes meeting yours. “Y/N,” He called out once he saw you, a grin on his face. “Come here, then.” He rolled his chair out from under his desk, coming to a stop in the middle of the room.

You walked toward him hesitantly, still nervous and unfamiliar. But, with that smile on his face, how could you ever be nervous. He stood up once you got in front of him, the height difference now visible. You smiled back at him.

“So… what was it you wanted to go over? I know you said it wasn’t urgent, but I was a little jittery about it on the way.” You rambled, picking at the skin on your finger nails. His smile was beginning to look more and more like a smirk as you held his gaze apprehensively.

“Ah, yes. Just one thing I wanted to take a closer look at. Feels like I didn’t get the whole point of view before.” His hand came to rest gently on your shoulder, reassuringly stroking the spot with his thumb. “And, I thought it would be best if I saw you again privately, so I could spend as much time on you as needed.” His pupils almost got larger then, hand slipping down to cradle your elbow.

You felt your body heating up. Giggling, you blindly agreed with his reasoning. “Whatever you see fit, Doctor Healy. What do you need me to do?” You asked him honestly, bouncing back and forth on the balls of your feet. The way he was staring at you made you restless.

He cleared his throat, an attempt to snap himself out of the daze. His eyes dragged up and down your body noticeably, “Would you mind removing your jumper?” He asked, eyes glued to the piece of fabric.

You swallowed thickly, now flustered at the choice you had made earlier in your room. “I- Well, I don’t really have on, um, a bra underneath?” The statement came out as more of a question, and the way his mouth went slightly agape had you fumbling to explain yourself.

“Sorry! I’m sorry if that’s unprofessional, Doctor. I just- I hadn’t realized you would be examining me. I thought this was more of a paperwork thing.” You smiled awkwardly, hoping to ease the tension. His hands twitched by his side, one coming to pull slightly at the front of his trousers.

His chuckle was enough to make you shiver. “It’s nothing to apologize about, really. Just makes my job easier. Are you comfortable to remove it, still?” You whispered your agreement, pulling the sweatshirt over your head with both your hands. Once it was off, you laid it on the examination table, turning to face Matty again.

His gaze was unwavering on your chest, the distance between you two seeming even shorter now. “I can touch you?” Matty asked, breathless. But with your nod, he was shaking his head.

“Come on, Princess. Need your words. Should know this one by now.” His eyes almost gleamed.

“Right, sorry. Yes. You can touch me, Doctor.”

You can almost feel the heat radiating off his body before he touches you. And then, Matty’s hands immediately landed on your hips, tracing them up your body. He started to walk closer to the examination table, backing you up until your heels hit the foot of it. First, his hands were on your bare shoulders. Then, you were being abruptly spun around so your thighs hit the table.

His hand rested on your stomach, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Gonna start your appointment now, okay? Let me know if you need a break.” His fingertips never halted, now playing with one of your breasts. He tweaked your nipple and you let out a gasp.

“Sorry, Princess.“ You can hear the smirk in his voice, and you know he’s not sorry at all. He walks his hands up to your bare neck, letting his hand softly lay in place. You let out a squeak when his fingers suddenly squeeze either side of your neck.

Keeping his hand on your neck, the other comes to grab roughly at your hip. “Small, could do anything to you.” His fingernail trails the rest of your neck, going down the valley of your breasts. Suddenly, both his hands disappear from your body. Before you can whine and beg him for more, you feel his palm flatten on your back.

There’s a slight push, and he’s clearly giving you an out. You give into his strength, bending at the hip over the examination table. “Can I take off your pants?” Matty’s bent above you, leaving a trail of kisses down your bare spine.

Your nod is almost instant, only hindered by the way your cheek was pushed against the table. You can’t help pressing your thighs together. “Please, Doctor Healy.” You feel his hands fiddling with the waistband of your leggings.

“Gotta bend you over and inspect you.” He mumbles, and you don’t think you were meant to hear it. Matty is pulling the leggings down your thighs torturously slow. Once your pants pool at your ankles, you hear him take two steps back. He’s staring at your white panties, and you hear him click his tongue twice.

Matty presses the growing bulge in his trousers right on top of the growing mess in your panties. He leans down once again, a hand on the back of your neck as he whispers in your ear. “Gonna take a look at your little cunt now, okay baby?”

You moan out a noise that sounds somewhat like a yes, and it’s good enough for him. Matty pulls away, pressing a thumb atop the wet spot that has now stains your underwear. “Naughty girl.” He chuckles, and you feel yourself clench around nothing.

Suddenly, you hear a loud tearing sound. You feel the shock when you realize it was Matty ripping your panties from behind, the elastic snapping back on your skin. You gasp feeling the cold air hit your cunt, and the dull sound of your ripped underwear hitting the floor.

Matty runs his fingers down your body, outlining your pussy. “Spread yourself for me.” It’s a demand, and your throat runs dry at the tone of his voice. You bring your two hands back from your side to grab your inner thighs, spreading yourself open for Matty.

Matty’s middle finger prods at your hole, circling it. Your incessant moans making him laugh. “Quiet for me, checking to make sure everything’s okay.” The tip of Matty’s finger slips inside you, stretching you out. As soon as you moan, he’s pulling his finger out again. Teasing.

“Doctor- Matty. Please, please.”

His fingers travel up and down your slit, feeling you out. Your wetness is dripping on his fingers, and you can't help the whines escaping your mouth. Matty makes a noise in the back of his throat, pushing his middle finger into you again. "Feel good?" Matty's voice is a deeper tone than usual, chestnut colored eyes now an almost black.

You moan in confirmation and wiggle your hips, "Another please?" Feeling the constant stretch from his fingers is too good. His unoccupied hand comes to lay flat on your lower back. "Need it, Doctor." You'd beg if he asked, and if he didn't, too. A wet gasp tore through your throat when his thumb came to circle your clit from behind.

"Stay still and I'll make it better, okay? Whiny little girl." Matty says, tone all amusement. In your state, you don't really find it that funny. It's all okay though, when he slides his ring finger into you.

Now, both his fingers are moving in and out of your cunt at a steady pace. The friction is so good, and you can hear the wet sounds your pussy is making. You’d have half the mind to be embarrassed, but you don’t have the energy for your cheeks to start burning.

You can’t stop babbling for him, mostly nonsense. Matty can make out that most of it is you begging, though. He curls his fingers inside of you, plunging his fingers even deeper. “Such a good girl for me. So agreeable, just let me do anything? Yeah, you would. Bent over like a good pet and taking my fingers. Made you into a little slut, huh?”

“Oh my God.” You manage to choke out in between the moans that are shaking your body. You feel yourself get even wetter for him. “Doctor, please. Yes.” You’re shaking your head so hard that you know it’ll hurt later. Matty grabs a fistful of your hair to lift your head up slightly, fingers never stopping.

“Fucking like that? Like being called a slut? Can feel how you clench around me, s’pathetic.” Matty curls his fingers inside you, speeding up his pace even more. He takes his fingers out of you completely. Before you can protest, his hand comes down to slap your cunt. Three quick taps that have your mouth hanging open in silence, and then he slips his fingers back inside of you.

Matty’s hand lets go of your hair, slinking it around your front to rub tight circles on your clit. “Come on, princess. Cum for me, cum for your Doctor.” And when he pinches your clit, you’re gone. You squeeze your eyes shut so tight that you see white behind the lids. Loud moans are pouring out of your mouth and your torso is writing against the table.

His fingers never cease their movements, working you through your orgasm. Once you come down from it, you feel overstimulated. “Too much, Matty.” He slips his fingers out, and you turn your head in time to see him put his fingers in his mouth to taste you.

Matty licks his fingers and holds eye contact, smirking when he’s done. “You taste fucking sweet.” He takes a step closer, and your lips part. Matty slips his two fingers in your mouth, then. His grin goes even wider when you immediately close your lips around his fingers and suck.

“Good girl, don’t you taste good?” He’s chuckling when you nod your head around his fingers, agreeing. He pulls them out of your mouth with a pop, and he moves backwards to his original position.

“Need it right from the source.” He mumbles, and that’s when you see him sinking to his knees. You automatically shove your face down onto the table again, your muscles tense in anticipation. He trails his fingers down your thighs teasingly as he does.

“Been dying for this, you know that? Need to taste you.” His hands hook to the front of your legs, limiting your movement. Your upper body is still bent across the examination table.

He pries your legs apart even further, fingertips gripping hard on your thighs. “Please, Doctor. Do something.” Your whines are met with a chuckle, causing you to bury your cheek further down onto the cold surface. The noise you make is loud when you feel a firm hand come to slap your ass once.

“I’ll decide what you get. I know what’s best for you, Princess. Don’t fuckin’ forget it.” Without warning, he pushes his face into your cunt. His warm tongue licks a long stripe up your folds, and you scream out in pleasure. He moves his tongue down to your clit, flicking it in rhythm. His fingers trail to your hole for a minute again, but they’re gone as soon as they came.

You jolt in oversensitivity when Matty takes his mouth off you, just staring at your pussy. You try to close your legs, but the strain of his large hand against your thighs remind you that you can’t. He blows cold air onto your cunt, and then spits onto your hole.

You clench, and Matty laughs. “Doctor Healy, I-I can’t.” Instantly, his tongue is being shoved inside you. Licking the mess he’s made, and fucking his tongue in and out of you.

“You can and you will. Don’t be a brat.” He speaks against you, and the vibrations of his words just make you moan more. “Just a pleasure drunk whore, and you’re trying to deprive me of this?” His lips purse around your clit, sucking hard.

You’re shaking your head, and your hands raise behind you, tugging slightly at his hair. It’s a poor attempt to push his mouth away from your over sensitive nerves. One of his hands comes up to grab both your wrists, pinning them behind your back.

“Let me eat.” He pins you down even harder, and the feeling is sending you over the edge, and you clench your thighs the best you can.

“Matty.. Fuck. Doctor, please. I’m gonna cum, need to.” Your whole body tenses and you feel yourself teetering on the edge. The slightest thing could set you off, and Matty knows this.

His hand comes up to spank your ass again, and he speaks as he licks over your clit. “Let go, you’re so good. Letting me prep you, stretch you out for me.” And that’s what does you in for the second time of the night.

You cum in Matty’s mouth, and he is working you with his tongue the whole time. One of your hands is gripping the side of the table, trying to ground you in some sense. “Fuck! Thank you, thank you.” Senseless curses and strings of the same words are all you can get out of your mouth.

When you come down from the high, Matty is rubbing your back gently. “Good girl, baby. Did so good for me.” He says it so softly, you almost can’t believe this was the same man who made you cum twice in a row just a second ago.

You turn to prop yourself up on your back, feeling a bit tired from all that just took place. Matty’s smiling at you, but there’s a dusting of pink across his cheeks. His eyes practically black. You look down to his trousers, bulge straining against the zipper.

“Does that hurt, Doctor Healy? I can help you.” Your eyes are wide, and you want to return the favor. Last time he made you feel good, he didn’t get to cum either. It’s only fair.

“Don’t have to, could take care of myself if you’re too worn out. Know it would be your first… and I understand if you want to save that. Make it special.” He’s trying to be polite, be a gentleman. Though, it’s not very gentlemanly when his hand goes to palm himself. You shake your head.

“No, I want to. I wanna give myself to you. And, I can go again, you’re not that good.” Of course, that last bit was a lie. You roll your eyes teasingly, but Matty’s pupils dilate. He steps closer to the table.

“Not that good, baby? Don’t eat your words.” He grabs your wrist and places it on top of the tent in his pants, moving your hand up and down. “Wanna be inside you so bad.” Your head rolls back at his words, desperately needing to feel him in you.

Your fingers work at the zipper of his pants, and before you can look up to gain his consent he’s undoing them himself. He drops his trousers, stepping out of them. Your eyes are glued to his black Calvin’s. Matty is big, and you haven’t even see him yet. There’s spots of precum on his boxers, and you commend him for having the strength of not cumming in his pants.

You pull at the hem of his shirt. He’s got his lab coat on, and you need both items off. You feel so bare before him, he needs to catch up. He gets the message, and quickly takes his coat off. It falls to the floor with a clink.

Then, his button up underneath. He loosened his tie earlier, and quickly pulls it off his neck to discard of. Matty undoes the buttons of his shirts with such diligence, and your mind can’t help but wander to how experienced Doctor Healy really is.

When he shrugs his shirt off, you feel like drooling. The black ink covering his body is truly mouthwatering, and his abs aren’t helping the situation. You bring a hand to trace the tattoo on his hip, but when your eyes trail down to his boxers again, your mind is back on track.

Your hands find his waistband, looking up at him with wide eyes. He nods encouragingly, mouth hung open slightly. As you peel his boxers off, you fight the urge to squeeze your thighs together. This is all so erotic.

Matty’s cock springs free from his underwear, and he is big. His cock is pretty, long and thick. The tip now a slight red from being pressed against his zipper. You run your hand along him, pumping him twice. The moans that come out of his mouth are throaty.

He’s heavy in your hand, and all you want is for him to be inside you. Matty notices your dazed expression and can’t help but smirk. “How do you want me to take you?” His hands rub circles on the exposed skin of your hips.

You think for a moment, before ultimately deciding. “Think if I bent over again, it’d be the most comfortable.” Matty audibly moans at that and throws his head back. You giggle, getting into position.

Matty brings himself behind you, letting his dick run through your wetness. “Got you nice and ready for me, I could slip right in you.” He taps the tip of his cock against your folds. You moan at the weight of it.

Matty’s hard cock prods at your hole, and he’s moving himself through your arousal. The noises coming out of your mouth never cease, and neither does Matty’s dirty mouth. “Don’t know if I’ll fit inside you, baby.” And you can hear the faux pout in his voice without having to turn.

“No, please! Please, Doctor. I can take it.” Your chest is heaving, and your throat feels scratchy from the constant noises falling from your lips. Matty just laughs, clearly enjoying the state you’re in.

Your head feels fuzzy, and you try to clench your jaw to bring you back. Matty sees this and soothes a hand down your back. “Know you can. Always an eager whore for me, baby.”

Matty slides his cock in you, putting only the tip inside and then pulling out. You whine out, please and more being the only coherent words. You feel delirious, and his teases don’t make it better. You’ve been aching for him. “Matty, please.”

“I’ll give you what you need, don’t worry that pretty little head.” He hums, rubbing your back again. You feel him rub himself through your folds again, the head of his cock bumping against your clit. It has you arching your back unintentionally.

Then, just when you think you can feel the yearning in your spine, Matty is thrusting into you. It’s half his cock, and you feel stuffed full. You scream out, hearing his reassuring shushes behind the blood that’s rushed to your head.

“Good girl for me, so fucking tight. Made you cum twice and your cunts still gripping me like this? Should keep you in bed all fuckin’ day and train you.” He grunts out, jaw clenching and head rolling back. He taps your ass twice lightly, and you know what’s coming.

Matty thrusts into you again, and your whole body jolts forward. He stays put, but you can feel the bruising grip he’s got on your hips. You’ve never felt so full, so whole, and it’s almost all too much.

Matty’s finally, fully, inside you, and you feel like you can’t breathe. “Made for me, princess. Weren’t you? To just be my little plaything.” He’s still, waiting for your instruction on when to move. He’s so big, it’s all too much.

“You- oh my god, Doctor.” It’s the only reply you can get out, and you unintentionally clench around him. You feel a quick but sharp slap to your backside, making you moan even louder.

“Be a good girl for me, c’mon.” He takes a fistful of your hair, bringing your head up so he can place a kiss on your cheek. He turns your head even more, wrapping his other hand around your throat and kissing your lips.

“P-please move. You’re so big.” You’re in an arousal induced daze, feeling yourself dripping down your thighs. You squirm, hoping that will get him to move out of you. You don’t get very far though, because Matty is bringing his hand back to your hip and holding you in place.

As your back is to his chest, you turn far enough to see the smirk on his lips. He pulls out of you, and you let a gasp fall from your own. “Yeah? Big enough for you, Princess? Know nobody’s taken you before, gotta make it good for you.” Matty punctuates his question by thrusting back into you, hard. He grabs a handful of your tits, pinching your nipple.

You know it’s a rhetorical question, but you’re too drunk off him. Nonsensically nodding your head and babbling. He’s set a rhythm with his hips now, and it’s nothing like you felt before.

The room is filled with sounds of skin slapping together, and you can hear just how wet you are. Matty’s pace is unrelenting, his groans never ceasing. You think you could break the examination table.

His cock is moving in and out of you, every thrust of his hips brining you closer to the edge. You’re overstimulated from coming twice earlier, and you feel your orgasm building.

Matty is two steps ahead of you. When he feels your pussy clenching around him, he knows he’s right. “Gonna cum for me again, baby? So I can fill this slutty fucking pussy? Not an innocent little virgin anymore.” He coos, and goes even faster, bringing a hand under you to your clit and rubbing tight circles.

The pleasure is too much, and you feel your legs about to give out. The prospect of Matty coming inside you excited you too much, and you can’t stop thinking about it. “Please, Doctor Healy. Can I? I need it so bad.” You don’t know why you’re begging for your release, but you want him to grant it to you.

His fingers speed up, still pounding you into the table. “Perfect fucking cunt, so tight and warm f’me. My little fucktoy, right? Cum, let go.” And if his words didn’t do you in, when he moves to pinch your clit certainly has you.

You come with a scream, vision going white and your body turning hot. Matty’s hips are still moving, and he’s fucking you through your orgasm. When you come down from your high, the moans are still spilling out of your mouth.

Matty is moaning, to the point of whimpers. You feel his dick twitching inside of you, and you know he’s about to cum. “Please, Doctor. Cum inside me, I need it.”

Matty’s eyes roll back in his head at your words, and his jaw is agape. He thrusts inside you twice more, until he finally falters. “Fuck me. I’m coming. Gonna fill this cunt up, stuff you full.”

Matty spills inside of you, and you feel the warmth immediately. He slumps over, now bent on top of you in your position. He’s kissing down your spine, and rubbing your shoulders all whilst inside of you.

After a minute, he alerts you. “Gonna pull out, now. This might hurt a little. I’m sorry, Princess.” And it does, but you only wince a little.

As you lay there, you notice Matty looks mesmerized. Then you see he’s staring at his cum that’s now dripping out of you, down your thighs. When you catch him, a light blush dusts his cheeks and he’s quick to defend himself.

“What? I’m a simple man, s’hot.” You just giggle and nod, brushing him off. You turn to lie on your back on the table, propping your legs up. You knew you’d be sore tomorrow.

“Thank you, Matty. Was so good. I’m so happy that you were my first.” You say airily, with not much thought. You were just saying what you felt. And Matty’s grin was worth it.

“Always. Let me get a towel. Gonna clean you up and drive you home.”

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[milkiematcha]

jealous mark leaving bruises on your thighs, eating you out for hours after you flirt with others in front of him -🐡

yess this so much<33

+mean!mark, lowkey toxic, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it yall), wall sex

when you had first met mark, you'd been told he was nice.

such little information to start off such a large part of your life. but it was true, he was nice. he was he boyfriend who always had a hair tie on his wrist for you and let you keep his sweater- so many times that he'd had to buy more. after your first date, he'd remembered your coffee order, which was such a small gesture but it just confirmed everything you'd heard. he was nice.

but you never really settled for nice.

well, you did. you'd been dating him for nearly a year now, and there's no way you'd trade him for any other guy. but you did always crave a bit more.

and you weren't stupid. you'd seen the way his jaw clenches when jaemin makes a joke you giggle at, or when donghyuck wrapped his arm around your shoulder and quipped stealing you from mark. no, you definitely weren't stupid enough to miss the way he dragged you home, barely making it through the front door without pushing you against the wall and kissing you feverishly.

so you pushed him.

it was so simple, with him being so easy to read. you'd brushed him off to go study with renjun, or came back from a run with jeno in those yoga pants he loved so much. and when donghyuck had sent you a text about a new bar opening not too far away, you'd left it open on your phone, right in front of mark.

and of course, his jaw had clenched and he'd looked between you and the phone, tapping his fingers as if that was going to help him calm down.

"can i come?"

you'd pretended not to hear him, pulling your hair up and furrowing your brows until he'd asked again, this time with an edge in his voice. and you'd cheerily said yes, asking him to pick between a velvety navy dress and a red one, to which he had immediately gone for the blue one.

"donghyuck likes this one best too!" you giggled, turning to pick out a pair of heels. "he says this is his favorite pair of heels to go with it."

donghyuck had said nothing of the sort. in fact, he'd expressly told you that you sucked at walking in heels, and had strutted back and forth half-drunk the last time you'd worn them. but the effect on mark was instantaneous and ideal.

"i'm starting to think you're dating donghyuck." he was obviously trying for a joking tone, but the words came out raspy and deeper than normal. "i thought my opinion was most important."

"aww babe..." you coo, walking over to face him, fingers running over his shoulder to fix the wrinkle he hadn't bothered to notice. "know your place."

you were halfway surprised he hadn't just pulled you into bed then, but some 20 minutes later you'd managed to make it into the booth donghyuck had reserved, sipping at a sweet cocktail that tasted like a mix of pineapple and vodka that hyuck had shoved in front of you, demanding you try it.

mark had not seemed amused.

but you had, and you'd proceeded to take it from him and claim it as your own. hyuck had left, mumbling something about buying more drinks and getting fries.

"what in the world made you so upset?" you whine, sliding into the seat next to mark and tugging at his cheek. "don't tell me you wanted to try the drink."

his eyes roll and he moves away from you, scrunching his nose like a child. "i don't want donghyuck's nasty ass drink."

"this is why i like him more than you." you quip, mirroring his expression. "hyuck is fun and you-"

the drink is pulled from your hands and downed before you can realize what had happened. the whole drink, even the bright red cherry that you'd been saving for last. you'd protest, but jaemin is already sliding next to you, jeno right behind him.

jaemin is already talking, something about how jeno had burned a hand towel while cooking, and you're distracted for just a moment, just enough time to miss mark's triumphant half smile when he puts the glass back on the table. and he doesn't even like pineapple.

somehow, mark's final straw is when donghyuck returns to the table, balancing a 5 different drinks in his arms. three of the cocktails, one topped with a strawberry that he puts in front of jaemin, who rolls his eyes and pulls the strawberry off, pressing it against your lips expectantly. you grin, biting at it as jaemin flashes a middle finger at donghyuck before finally trying the cocktail. the other two drinks, beers, go in front of mark and jaemin, the former downing it all at once at the sight of jaemin feeding you.

donghyuck drops into the seat next to jaemin, pushing your drink in front of you with a roll of his eyes. "honestly, mark, why am i buying drinks for your girl. at this point, she'd might as well just date me."

the speed at which mark stands is shocking. he's away from the table before anyone can move to stop him, and he's downing a drink before at the bar you had even reached him. the empty glass drops from his hand, and the other wraps tightly around your wrist. there's a misty, far off look in his eyes, like he cant really see past whatever emotion is shining in his dark eyes.

"mark are you okay? come sit down" you murmur, tugging your wrist weakly back to you. "donghyuck was just joking, he was just messing around."

he's silent for a moment- which is incredibly unusual for the usually chatty man, but even more unusual because the look in his eyes isn't the normal misty-eyed in-love look that makes your heart flutter. no, there's distain in his eyes, a weird fury that could be directed at you or donghyuck or anyone.

"i'm leaving." he snaps, sliding a twenty dollar bill onto the dark wood of the bar. "you can go home with donghyuck."

"i'm going too!" you protest, struggling a bit to keep up with his long stride. "mark let's talk about thi-"

"shut up." his voice is harsher than usual, and deeper too. it's like his morning voice, but less raspy from sleep and more raspy for pure anger. but it shut you up, just like he knew it would. "you're such a brat. do you need more than one guy? are you a fucking slut?"

no

but your lips stay pressed together. he's not even really talking- it feels more like spitting insults by the way his voice has changed from its normal tone- but his words are still filling your stomach with warmth. he's really angry, his eyes are dark and he's standing like he's a moment away from yelling or something, but he looks really fucking hot like that.

"you are, aren't you? you don't have anything to say for yourself?" he snaps, and you step forward, not quite knowing if you want to calm him down or see what happens when he snaps.

"i'm sorry mark, i-"

"not this time, babe. i don't even think you're smart enough to know what that means." he's stepping towards you, his voice dropping further than you'd known was possible. "sluts only understand one thing, right? getting fucked is the only thing you understand."

yeah he's really fucking hot like this.

he doesn't touch you the whole way home. not once, and he barely manages to look at you. he looks pissed off, his jaw is tight and his eyes are darker than ever. but when the door closes-

"i should make you choke on my dick, but you'd probably get off on that, wouldn't you?" it feels like he's towering over you, your back pressed to the wall. "i think i'll just fuck you right here instead."

his fingers are pressing the hem of your dress up, his other hand closing around your wrist until you get the hint to hold the skirt in place. and then his hand is wandering under your panties, barely giving you a moment to prepare for two of his fingers pressing into you.

"you're already dripping. is it for donghyuck, or is it for me? do you even know the difference?" hes able to find the spot that makes your legs go weak so fast you dont have time to prepare, you knees buckling and your face pressing into his shoulder. "maybe we should both fuck you and find out if you're smart enough to tell."

you should both fuck me and find out

you don't say that, of course. even if you did want to rile him up, you wouldn't be able to say it with the way he's pressing his fingers into you. and then he's not anymore, and your hand almost drops from your skirt to grab him and press him back, but he's already on his knees and oh god-

his tongue is so rough, and so hot, and it's fucking everywhere. on your clit, and then pressing into you, and then it's replaced by his fingers again and he's sucking on your clit and you can't tell if it's pain or pleasure but your legs aren't working properly and the only thing keeping you from sliding down the wall is his hand pressed against your stomach, keeping you in place.

he was normally more careful, more caring, but hes so fucking rough today that the knot in your stomach forms without you even noticing. his tongue is on your clit, still, but its light, not nearly enough pressure to do anything but make you want more. and the contrast with the way his fingers are roughly pressing into you hurts- it feels wrong, but it doesnt stop you from begging for him. he mumbles something, but you just tangle your fingers in his hair.

wrong move.

"hold the fucking dress or i rip it." he snaps, grasping both of your wrists in one hand while he stands. his other hand goes to undo his belt, and you can feel tears welling up and your eyes. "or are you too dumb for that too?"

yes, no, maybe, just please let me cum.

"no" you mumble, returning your hand to your skirt and hiking it up. your thoughts don't dare to leave your lips, you'd never get to cum again if they did. "im not too dumb."

"good girl. now jump."

you're pressed against the wall, your legs wrapped around him and his dick pressing into you just slightly. he's teasing, letting the head of his cock sink into you just to pull out again.

"beg, darling. you have to show me you know how to behave." his voice isn't angry anymore, but the deepness and rasp are still there. he's teasing, he's being mean and he knows it.

"mark please, i wan't you so bad please-" your words are slurred as you try to shift your hips to envelop him properly. "please, i don't want donghyuck i want you."

his hips snap forward the moment hyuck's name leaves your lips. it hurts, but barely and you're already begging for more, the slurred words escaping your lips without you even thinking.

"say his name again, baby, since you want him so bad." he says, his lips on your neck. "be a good girl and say his name for me."

"donghyuck please" you whine, and he's pulling out only to slam back in again. "don't tease anymore, please, donghyuck"

he's slamming into that spot that makes your sight fill with white and you're moaning hyucks name like a slut, like the slut he thinks you are. he's cooing something in your ear and you can barely hear it above the sound of his hips hitting yours, and he's somehow managed to move a hand to your clit, pressing down just hard enough that the pleasure sits right on the line of pain.

"hyuck im so close" you whine, letting your dress drop and your hands dig into his shoulders. "it feels so good"

and then he stops.

"nononono please" your voice is shaky and you might be crying, you can't tell anymore. "hyuck- mark, please no"

"sluts don't get to cum." he says flatly, pulling out of you and letting you stand on shaky legs. "moaning for him like that- let him finish you off."

he steps back, and you stumble towards him, almost tripping with how horribly your legs are shaking. "you didn't cum yet. let me make you cum, mark, please."

"oh baby, i can always jerk off. you can't get off without me, we both know that." he presses a kiss to your forehead, and you're grasping at his arms weakly, but he just pulls your hands off and steps back again. "goodnight, baby. sleep well."

and then he's gone, somewhere up the stairs. you're still standing there when the shower starts, your legs shaking from the memory of his touch. like a slut.

uhm am i back? mayhaps

anyway 🐡 im so sorry if the eating out scene is not nearly as long as requested, i rewrote it like 4 times and i don't think i got it right but i hope its still okay! and im horribly sorry for the long wait time, life was kicking my ass.

#nct smut #nct dream smut #nct 127 smut #mark lee smut #mark smut #🐡anon #stay hydrated yall #time to disappear again<33 #not proofread oops

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

One Moment of Doubt

Series Masterlist

Warnings: dark elements, some sexiness in this.

Note: this is what yall asked for, remember that.

Please leave me some feedback either in a reblog or an ask! Likes are always appreciated as well. You know I love yall and hell yeah, you love Professor Steve.

Jensen’s fingertips send ripples radiating through you. His warmth surrounds you, swathing you in a soft heat, slowly building as your own hands explore his body. You hook your thumbs in the top of his jeans as you cradle him between your legs, writhing as his tongue delves into your mouth.

His right hand comes up behind your head, steadying you as he trails down your cheek and chin. He kisses your neck as you moan. You flutter up his back, feeling his bare skin as his chest presses flush to you. His nails dig into your side as he nips along your throat.

His embrace is intoxication, so much so that you forget every doubt you had. You know that you’re ready, that he’s the one. You want him so bad.

He parts, panting as you feel along his stomach, the muscles tensing. You puff thinly up at him as he hovers just above you. You feel his excitement against you.

“You sure, honey?” He breathes.

You want to say yes, you’re about to say yes, but you can’t. Honey. Why did he have to call you that? Why do you have to think of… him? The epithet has Professor Rogers’ voice echoing in your head.

You drag your hand up and push against his chest, nearly sobbing, “sorry, Jake, I… I need a moment,” you gasp out.

You feel his reluctance, a moment of hesitation, but he pushes off of you and sits up. He swings his legs down over the edge of your narrow bed. He rubs the hair across his chest, trailing up to scratch his jawline.

“I’m sorry,” you quiver, “I don’t… I… that was good, I’m just… nervous.”

“Yeah, I get it,” he drops his shoulders.

“Please, I just… I need to splash some water on my face, that’s all.”

“Sure,” he mutters.

You don’t blame him. You stand up and fix your bra, popping your tits back into the cups as you poke your arms through the straps. He huffs and a roiling guilt fills your veins.

You go to the sink in the corner, keeping your back to him as you crank on the faucet. You put your hands under the cold water and lean in. You hear a subtle buzz but ignore it as you close your eyes and throw the water across your face.

Another short vibration. Probably Inez or your mother. You turn off the tap and reach for the hand towel nearby. You sense movement as you turn around and Jake frowns as he pulls his gaze away from your phone, forgotten during your romp. It rests just against the bed frame and lights up.

Jake stands, not looking at you as he scoops his shirt off the floor.

“You know, I think I should go back to mine–”

“What? Aren’t you staying the night?”

He shakes his head and pulls on the tee, “I don’t think it’s a good idea. There’s no room.”

“Huh? But–”

“I’m not a fucking idiot,” he sneers. You’ve never heard him like that, “read up on your messages, maybe that guy can give you what you want.”

“What?” You rush over to him, “who— what guy?”

He rolls his eyes and nudges past you, snatching up your phone. He curls his lip as he reads the screen, ‘Thinking of you dresses as Mrs. Claus for Christmas. Have you been naughty or nice?’

You grimace and recoil, “who– I don’t know what that means, Jensen.”

“Sure,” he avoids your gaze as he turns the phone to you. You can tell he’s hurt, “I… I don’t wanna be your second choice. Give him a call, maybe he can get the chastity belt off–”

“Hey, Jen, that’s not–”

“Nice? No, neither is texting other guys.”

“I told you, I’m not–”

He turns the phone to him as the screen brightens. Another message. He swipes up, the lock already disabled by the short glimpse of your face in the lens. His cheek strains and he throws the phone away from him like fire.

“What the fuck!?” He explodes, startling you, “you have to be kidding me? Him?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re fucking professor? That fucking creep?”

“Please, Jensen, no–”

“He sent you a special Christmas gift, enjoy,” he shoves you out of the way and stomps by you, “I can’t fucking believe I thought you were really into me–”

“Jen, I am. I don’t know what he said but–”

“Fuck off,” he grabs his jacket, his bag, and his boots, “I don’t want to hear it. I should’ve known. The way you lost that TA thing so fast, how he was always where you are– what am I to you? A fucking joke? A game?”

“Not at all, I swear, he’s crazy. He won’t leave me alone but I told him too. I don’t– he’s been following me and I’m so scared, Jen–”

“I don’t believe a word,” he pulls open the door, “I’m tired of your lies. Empty promises. I should’ve known…” he stops and looks back at you, eyes glistening as he fixes his glasses, “I could never get a girl like you.”

He stalks off and you run after him, forgetting about your lack of shirt. You grab onto his arm as he gets to the front door and he shrugs you off. You try again and he elbows you away.

“Don’t. Don’t touch me,” he points in your face, “go get that pervert to do it. If he can even get it up.”

You wince and pull back. You clasp your hands together, your heart sinking. You want to tell him everything, make him hear the truth, but you don’t know if it’s worth it. The things he’s saying, the way he’s acting…that he would take Rogers’ word over yours.

“I never lied to you,” you croak, “so go. If you don’t want to listen, fucking go.”

You spin and storm away, clutching your chest with one hand as you flick away tears. You sniffle and stumble back into your room. The front door slams and you nearly keel over. 

How could everything have flipped so fast? You go to the bed and retrieve your phone from where it landed. You turn the screen up and nearly scream. There on the screen is a photo of Professor Rogers, naked, with only a corner of a bedsheet covering his pelvis. 

You blocked his number. How could he–

If Jensen had looked closer he would see that there was no conversation, that the contact was unknown. Those details fade to the edges of the messages and the photo. You almost can’t blame Jake for buying Professor Rogers’ lies; it seems to be his specialt

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[gowonders]

i’ll bite ♥ c.bg

notes: this is a part two of my other work, back for more!! read it hereeee!! anyways, i hope this satisfies yalls expectations for part 2 TT

also!! please tell me if this makes sense because i totally wrote this over multiple days and probably forgot a detail

minors dni with this one!!!

warnings : (not as mean this time but still kindaaa? barely mean) fem reader, (kinda sorta toxic…..) dom bg, lsf yunjin is your friend :3, a lot of texting gyu, thigh fucking(is there a word for this because…), unprotected (wrap it before u tap it omfg!!!), mentions of baby trapping but beomgyu doesn’t actually cum inside lmao, lmk if i missed anyyyyy!

choi beomgyu. the name now meant the totally cute and desperate guy you just blew off. you groan to yourself as you lay in your bed, kicking your legs a little before you sigh, a ping snapping you out of your little fit.

it was yunjin, what’s going on with her….?

yunjin: you’re gonna hate me!!!!! i’m reallllllyyyyyy sorry yn please forgive me i’ll buy you whatever you wantttt i’m sorryyyy againnn 💕

what did she do. she’s never this apologetic? you just sigh again as you leave her on read and throw your phone back on your bed, about to just stare at the ceiling as you just think about how you could just—

another notification, from an unknown number? what is going on?

?: heyyyyy is this yn

me: yeah? who’s this

?: beomgyu, yunjin gave me your number!

huh yunjin you asshole. when i catch you. when i catch you.

you sigh again, wanting to not give into responding anymore, but to be fair, you knew you’d fold eventually. you were literally just thinking about how pretty he was. so might as well bite.

me: oh cool i guess? whats up

beomgyu: look i know you know i like you, and i know i’m gonna make you mine eventually, so come overrrrr omfg. this little tough act is not cute. at least let me fuck some sense into you or something.

me: are you fucking with me.

beomgyu: i’m trying to babe

the text had your jaw slack. no way he was this forward. is he actually serious? you have rejected him four times now, and now he wants you in his sheets?? to ‘fuck some sense into you’ ???

is he crazy???

maybeeee , but you definitely are. maybe if this happens he’ll quit annoying you. but, like we’ve established, you and him both know he’ll have you next time. maybe fifth time is the charm!

me: fine whatever

beomgyu: i knew you had a thing for me, i’ll send you my address hold up

well.. he sent it. he’s definitely serious. it was the way he sent it with a little “💓” that left your stomach in a knot. oh god. are you really folding for him? yes. you’re getting dolled up, but not enough to give him the ego boost of you showing up with a full glam.. and you’re definitely wearing the skirt he complimented a few days ago.. god. what are you doinggg… you think as you drive to his house, mind going a mile a minute as you pull into the driveway, slowly walking up to the front door.

this could be the worst or best thing you’ve done all week. you’ll bite, though.

you raise a timid fist to knock weakly at the door, legs slightly trembling— why? you’re not nervous, not really eager either.. maybe a little. as beomgyu opens the door— why is he so pretty. he looks even better with more homey clothes, a crème colored t-shirt paired that has a black print, paired with some sweats. as he waves you in, you take in his house.. not as bad as you were expecting, it was pretty neat for a guy who has a very messy personality.

“so, still doing what i wanted? you cool with that?” he asks dryly, standing a somewhat far distance from you. and you just swallow in response, eyes wide in shock. no way this is actually happening. “ynie. answer me” he’s still speaking in a dry tone, and all you can do is nod with a sheepish smile. it’s almost like his words have some crazy effect on you, and maybe it’s because of the whole shock value, but you may or may not be falling for him.

“okay, finally.” he snickers as he wraps his fingers around your wrist, bringing you to his room, and whatever plans you had to reject him are gone.. for now at least. you really couldn’t turn down the way he pinned your wrists to his bed lightly, and the way he looked down at you, like he really loved you?? even after all the times you rejected him and called him some not-so-nice names, and you weren’t really nice to his friends either. so why was he so adamant on dating you?

he didn’t give you much time to think before he moved down to your ear, knowing he has that stupid (still insanely cute) smirk on his face, whispering how much he’s been wanting to do this, and that he’s glad you finally stopped being such a bitch.

and to that, you just scoff, but he cuts you off by moving down to your neck, leaving a small mark before pulling away with a chuckle. “you’re soooo easy yn. i knew you liked me.” you literally cannot talk. like he took your words or something, so you just roll your eyes.. which he rolls his eyes back at you, with his charming smile, pulling his hands off you as he stands over you. “you really okay with this?” he asks, tilting his head as his eyes just dart all over your body as he stands over you. “yeah,” you reply with the same dry tone hes speaking in, and that’s all he needs before he chuckles again, “skilled” fingers hooking under your skirt, sliding it down. “wore this for me, huh?” he teases, pulling the skirt off and letting it drop to the floor. “maybe. i don’t know.” you say, looking up at the ceiling, you can’t look at him. you’re literally about to fuck the guy you’ve rejected four times.

he just smirks at your response, fingers tracing over the waistband of your panties as he guides you to stand up, his hands on your waist, before you hear the clinking of his belt, your face is feeling warmer and warmer by the second, and this all is feeling more and more real too. and it’s not until beomgyus leg is nudging your thighs together to when it really starts to feel real. feeling his tip press slightly against your ruined panties, his full length sliding into the tight space of your thighs, a small groan leaving his lips at the feeling, his cock slightly brushing at your clit against the flimsy fabric with every thrust, small whines leaving your lips before one of his hands come up to your lips, muffling your whines. “you’d be even prettier if you stayed quiet, only letting you make sounds under one condition— you let me take you out.” he says, not stopping his relentless thrusts into your thighs, his breath slightly shaking along with yours, the friction on both of you driving you crazy.

he tilts his head at you, a straight face on as his dark eyes study you, his palm moving from your mouth to your cheek, waiting for your response. he really does wanna hear your sounds, they boost his ego so much, so he could brag to his friends about “she wanted me soooo bad. had her whining for me.”… but you just whine out loud after a particularly hard thrust, the way his length brushes against you just satisfies something.. unlike the way beomgyus need to take you out gets satisfied. “be that way, babe. i’ll make you mine soon enough. i said i’d fuck some sense into you, clearly you haven’t stopped acting like a little bitch.” he says in between groans, his palm moving back to your mouth as he covers up your pretty sounds again.

soon enough, beomgyus hips start to stutter, and his groans turn slightly high pitched as you’re clenching your thighs at him, not making his job any easier. “f-fuck, yn—“ famous last words before he’s cumming all over your thighs, staccato whines against his hand leaving your mouth as he left you on the edge, almost finishing, but beomgyu not letting you.. :(

beomgyu sits you back on his bed, not caring to wipe off his mess before he looks at you, a small hint of a smile growing on his lips. “you wanna cum, pretty girl?” you’re torn between just staying silent and practically begging him to let you finish… on one hand you’d fuel his ego, another thing to let him brag to his friends for, and on one hand, you’d keep up this little game that beomgyu seems to hate yet love so much. ..so you find a decent in-between. a shrug. which definitely gets him a little more upset… “yes or no, yn.” he says again, dark eyes burning into yours. “yeah…” you whisper, looking down at your lap that’s been ruined with beomgyus cum. “mhm. that’s what i like to hear..” his says, chuckling as he pushes your back onto the bed, pulling your panties down and letting them drop to your ankles as your legs dangle off his bed, beomgyu moving between your thighs, his tip moving against your tip, as he laughs at how wet you are. “all this for me? oh, i really thought you didn’t like me back, babe.” he says before inserting you in one swift motion, not giving you much time to adjust before he starts moving again, fingers gripping your waist so hard that you think it might bruise.. he’s pounding into you so hard already, gen though it’s only been a few minutes.. :(

“look so pretty under me, fuck..” beomgyu says as he leans his head back, kind of a shame. you can’t see his face, not like you want to admire him or anything, but his face is pretty when he’s above you, hips snapping against you roughly and quickly, swallowing hard as he only chases his own release (maybe yours too…). and you’re fairing no better, thighs trembling around his waist as your fingers grip the quilt under you, breathy whimpers spilling from your lips, which beomgyu doesn’t even bother to make you shut up this time, he really just wants to hear the pretty sounds he’s making.

beomgyu continues his work on you, his words varying of “you’re so perfect” and “i love this” in between his own groans, your sounds spurring him on more. i mean.. if he couldn’t date you (he totally could after this) he could at least have this?? and he loved it, you looked so pretty under him, squirming and whining all for his cock, it really boosted his ego.. (much like everything else you’ve done…)

“ynieee, let me make you mine foreverr, pleaseee?” beomgyu asks, hips starting to stutter against you, leaning his head back slightly. was he serious..? asking to cum inside when you clearly don’t like him back? “it would be a good way to make sure you don’t end up dating another guy, babe..” he mutters, chuckling a little before he plants a kiss on your cheek, studying your expression. he wasn’t actually going to do it.. but he likes seeing your reaction? which is just wide eyes staring into his. “nuh uh” you say, a quick laugh leaving his lips, he just stays silent as you both reach your release, a stupid smirk plastered on his face like he was planning something.

“are you close, yn?” he asks, swallowing hard as your gummy walks flutter around him, lips parted as your whines come out. “yeah—“ you start, hoping that he’ll actually let you finish this time.. “really? okay, pretty girl. don’t hold back.” he says with a smile, starting to come undone himself as you begin to reach your climax, and the sight of you just triggers his own release letting you ride yours out, then him pulling out and cumming all over your stomach. thank god.

“let’s get you cleaned up, hm, yn??” he asks, sitting next to you on his bed, a smirk on his face at your flushed cheeks and marked neck, so easy, all his~ you nod, words really too incoherent to mean anything.. “okay babe, hold on..” he says before he leaves you in his room with your own thoughts.

seriously, what just happened?? you fuck the guy you swore up and down was clingy and weird?? you probably just fulfilled his dream, especially with the way he looks at you. this is absolutely crazy.

you’re thoughts are cut off by beomgyu coming back with a small towel, wiping his seed off your tummy before he starts to speak quietly, in a comforting tone. “soooo.. i’m sorry about this. this is probably the worst time to ask but you know how much i lik-“ he starts, a small smile on his lips as he looks up at you. you knew what he was gonna ask. “goddddd, yes, gyu!! i will date you!!!” you say, beomgyus actions pausing as he looks back up at you with a smirk. “that’s good, because i was about to have to apologize even more for those hickeys, but thanks, babe~”

he is so unserious.

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[dandelions-fly-in-summer-skies]

This is an idea that came to me in a dream and please please read it or I might cry bc I couldn’t get to sleep for ages after this

edit: link to the poll: https://www.tumblr.com/literatureisdying/737806048436568064/you-better-vote-yes-yes-no?source=share

edits I am making now after writing the original thing at 1am are in italics

(there is a tl; dr at the bottom under the cut but I highly recommend reading he notesapp word vomit first bc uhh it provides context and it’s a bit funny)(however if you can’t understand the big block of text please dm me/ send me an ask and I’ll explain the whole thing more concisely)

I would like to preface this by saying I am writing this at 1am in my notesapp 

Okay guys I had this weird ass dream where basically @literatureisdying (im sorry you’re the main character 😭😭) made this freaky timed poll where you had to click either yes or no and there was propaganda and everything like atlas was very much on the yes team but some ppl (@bassguitarinablackt-shirt maybe??? also uhh hi new mutual im sorry im crazy &lt;33) were VERY much no (im talking fulling pinning a gigantic image of the word no to their blog etc. and I wasn’t sure what the poll was ab so I went to vote and bc I can’t make a decision to save my life I closed my eyes and frantically tapped at the screen until I clicked an option, I clicked yes, and apparently I wanted smth from atlas in this dream (no idea what) and an the website gave me an option after I voted to request this from atlas (??) so I did and then I went back to tumblr to try and figure out what the poll was about and I got the impression it might be whether someone has a crush on someone (I immediately when to yk who but it might not be) and yeah but I FUCKING WOKE UP BEFORE I FIGURED OUT WHAT THE POLL WAS AB so all im saying is atlas you must create this irl it doesnt have to have a point it can just be all of us being weird as fuck and doing propaganda and being dramatic and adamant and just pure chaos for a week as we rally for our side uhhh ty for reading this ALL imma try sleep now I’ll post this in the morning ig

Tagging some ppl + summary under the cut 

Tl; dr: So basically I want atlas to make a timed poll where we either vote yes or no and then have chaos for a week as we try to advocate for our side

@gently-decaying-flowers @imslowlydisintegrating( I think you guys and asher and atlas were sorta presence in my dream idk probs bc of innocent sin)

@svnflowermoon @tellme-o-muse (you two are away from tumblr atm so lots of <33333 and if you come back and this is what we’re doing yk what we’re talking ab) @bookscorpion73 @astraeasparrow @zzzzzzzzzee @mandythedino @giveuthemo0n @recklessandyoung(yall have to join you have no choice) abs uhhh idk if I should tag more ppl but I will if this flops bye

#I don’t know what im doing #just dandy thoughts

[matthewkniesys]

maybe I love you too? pt.2 - jamie drysdale

part 1 

summary: You had never really felt this way for anyone. Your past crushes had been just that, a crush. With Jamie it felt bigger, more real. In that moment you realised you couldn't lose him either.You take a deep breath, "Maybe I love you too."

pairing: jamie drysdale x fem!reader

a/n: Maybe I love you too? part 1 is maybe my favourite fic I’ve ever written and i’m really excited for part 2!! I strongly suggest reading part 1. I hope yall like it 🫶

warnings: a little bit of swearing but I think that’s it 

You had never really felt this way for anyone. Your past crushes had been just that, a crush. With Jamie it felt bigger, more real. In that moment you realised you couldn't lose him either.

You take a deep breath, "Maybe I love you too."

Jamie stands there blinking over and over as if he can’t believe anything in the world is real.

“You can’t be joking y/n. I wouldn’t be able to take that. The kind of love I have for you is so all consuming that I need you to not be joking. If you are just leave now. Please at least spare me that.”

“Jamie... I’m not. But I need time to process. I can’t act on these feeling yet. Like I only fucking realised that I love you as more than my friend 3 minutes ago. Can you give me that? That time to process?”

He takes a minute then says, “Time. Yeah, I can give you time. I can give you all the time you need. Just know I’ll be waiting for you when you’re ready.”

Jamie saying something like that makes you want to sob. He is truly the most amazing guy.

“I’m gonna head out now. You don’t need to give me a ride back Jame. I’ll just go with one of the girls.”

“Are you sure? I can give you a ride back. I took you here and I feel that it’s my job to at least get you home.”

“I’m sure. I need time to think and I won’t be able to do that around you. I’ll call you when I’m ready, okay? Bye, Jamie.” You almost say I love you right there. It feels like a reflex since your whole life you’ve been saying that to him but now it feels so much different. In the course of one night your relationship with Jamie has changed so much and that change can never be undone. With one last glance over your shoulder you leave the kitchen and Jamie behind.

You stumble through the party, your head pounding. You find one of your close friends who you knew drove to the party and ask her when she was planning to leave and if she could give you a ride. She tells you that she was gonna leave when her game of beer pong was over so you settle onto the couch to wait.

You start scrolling through Instagram but your mind is elsewhere.  When you hear cheering you look up from your phone to see that your friend had just gotten the final shot and the game was over. 

Your eyes drift past the table and find Jamie. He’s talking to one of his friends from hockey and grabbing his keys and coat. His eyes look up, as if he’s searching the party for something. They find you and a look of concern washes onto his face. He pulls out his phone and starts typing. A second later you hear a ping. There is a text from Jamie asking if you’re 100% sure you don’t want a ride.

When you look up from the screen he seems to be watching for your reaction. You give him a small, tight smile and shake your head. He mirrors your smile and heads out the door.

Kara, your friend taps your shoulder and the two of you leave the party. For the first few moments of the car ride it’s silent but then she asks, “You love parties. Care to explain why your leaving earlier and not going with the ride you came with?”

You were quiet for a moment. Did you want to tell her? The both of you were quite close so that wasn’t what was bothering you. It’s just that it’s all so new for you and you didn’t know if you were ready to repeat to someone what happened in the kitchen. But then again she was a great friend and maybe she could help.

“So I was looking for Jamie and I went to the kitchen because I couldn’t find him in the living room and he was hanging out in the kitchen by himself and he looked so sad. I wanted to know what was going on and he told me how he felt sad because we haven’t been hanging out lately and he is really scared of losing me when he goes away to play hockey and he feels like he’s already starting to lose me.” You take a pause to catch your breath.

Kara, looks at you and says, “That’s deep. Do you feel like maybe he’s right?”

“I mean yeah. we really haven’t hung out that much lately that’s why I wanted him to come to the party today. But anyways, after he told me all that I asked  him why he couldn’t lose me.” You start tearing up. You hadn’t realised re-telling this story would be so hard but you keep going.

“I told him that everyone loves him and that he’d make new friend. He then started saying that I had given up already.”

She intervenes, “Well, it kinda sounds like you have.”

“I don’t know, I think I just wanted to know his answer and maybe that’s because I like him as more than a friend but the next thing I know he’s confessing his love for me.”

“Wow, that’s a lot.”

“Yeah I know. But then I said maybe I love you too.”

“So do you love him?” She asks, looking over at you while you’re stopped at a red light.

“I think so but I told him I just need a little time to gather my thoughts and process since I only just realised my feelings today.”

“Y/n, do you really think you need time or are you just scared? You haven’t had a boyfriend since sophomore year and I know that didn’t end well but maybe you just have to take a leap of faith.I know that you know, Jamie is a good guy. And it sounds like he really loves you. ”

“Yeah, I just don’t wanna fuck anything up.”

“I think that you just leaving him hanging is fucking up.”

You think about that for a minute. You think about how sad Jamie looked when he left.

“Oh my god you’re right. I need to go see him. His house is right on the way to mine. Can you drop me off there?”

“Of course.” The two of you spend the rest of the ride in silence. You spend that time thinking about what you’re gonna say.

She stops at the curb to let you out at Jamie’s house. She wishes you good luck and now it’s all up to you. You walk to the door but when you get there you don’t knock. You stand there staring at the door. You know you’re ready to see Jamie and you know he loves you but you can’t help feeling nervous.

You raise your fist and rap at the door. After a few moments the door opens and there stands a bleary eyed, Jamie.

“Y/n, hey.What’s going on. Did you have enough time to think?” His face falls. “ Are you here to turn me down?”

“No Jamie, I’m not.Can we talk?”

“Yeah of course.” He grabs your hand and leads you to the sofa in the living room. “We just gotta be quiet cause my parents are asleep.”

You inhale through your nose and then start. “I know I said I needed time to figure things out but on my way home I talked to Kara and she helped me realise that it wasn’t that I didn’t know if I love you, it was my fear of commitment and of messing up. I’m not sure if this will work but I want to commit because if there is one thing that I know, it’s that I love you Jame.”

Jamie looks at you for a moment then says,”I don’t really know what to say. I’ve wanted this for so long and know it’s finally happening.”

“Jamie, I’m sorry for what I said earlier. I don’t want to ever lose you either. You’re my best friend and now you mean even more to me.”

“It’s all good. I’m just glad we’re here now. Can I kiss you now?” 

You nod your head and slowly Jamie leans in and when your lips connect you know you’ve made the right decision. Butterflies irrupt in your stomach and you know you want a thousand more kisses. Just like this one. Slow and sweet and filled with love. Jamie pulls away and you look at each other for a moment.

“Come with me to play hockey y/n. Wherever I go. Just come and be with me.”

You think about it for a moment, “I don’t know, Jamie. It’s a lot to ask but I’ll think about it. I know I wanna be with you but I know I’ll need more time to consider this.”

“Okay.” Is all Jamie says, but you can tell he really is completely okay with you needing time. He understands that this would be a big step.

“Jame, right now my brain is kinda overloading with all this information can we just sleep? I already texted my parents that I’m crashing here.”

He laughs. “Of course y/n. Anything for you.” 

thanks for reading 🫶

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#jamie drysdale #jamie drysdale x reader #anaheim ducks #nhl #nhl fic #claire tries writing <3 #i kinda hate this but what ever

[confessions-official]

Yall the fucking.... Disruptive and ugly [Alt] box on pictures in mobile that doesnt go away? You know the Alt text to describe the image? That covers a big corner that makes screenshot of tags hard to read?

Hate that shit. Make it transparent at least. Or a toggle if i need it or not. Desktop version has it transparent why can't mobile have it too???

Even worse is when you tap on the box to. You know. Read the decriotion of the image. You know what its fucking there for? And it says:

Image description: An image

THANKS THATS NOT FUCKING HELPFUL AT ALL YOU FUCKING NITWIT AT LEAST PUT IT PROPERLY IF ITS GONNA DISTRUP THE FUCKING IMAGE

An actual Alt text i read on those fuckers

Image deacription: a screenshot of tags from (user)

Hi :) can you fucking :))) write down what the tag they wrote in there? :))))

Im going to ur fucking house and stealing every single toilet paper you have, shit in your left shoe, break your mothers favourite vase and blaming it on you. Fuck u

 

#confession

[wooblrb]

the law of being friends with a male: 14 (∗˃̶ ᵕ ˂̶∗)

genre,, fluff, friends to lovers, slow burn ?? 

pairing: junghoon x fem!reader 

warnings: a lot of dialogue,, 

masterlist 𓇢𓆸

taglist ^-^: @dogyunslover @fordohyon @anxiousskylar

a/n: HELLOOOO :PPP sorry i havent been updatings ive been SOOO BUSYYY ( ꒦ິ ཀ ꒦ິ ) ILL TRY TO POST MORE OFTENNN Ꮚ ᵒ̴̶̷̥ ‸ ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥ Ꮚ alsoo sorry for such boring chapterss ill try write them more juicier LOL hope yall enjoy thiss lmk what you think ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻)

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“i’m home!” i announce as i walk into my house. 

what a strange day. jinsik only said that because he likes bora.. i’m not like him. i don’t like junghoon like that. the only thing i’m really worried about is that i might never see junghoon smile again.

i grab my phone and open my messaging app. i tap junghoons contact and start typing. 

‘thats why i have to do this..!’ 

i push send and let out a little yelp. 

little did i know.. that text will create an issue in the future. 

authors pov 

“junghoon~ sorry im late! the bus took too long. did you wait a long time?” jinsik waves at junghoon while approaching. 

“no, i just got here.” junghoon responds. 

“lets go. what did you want to eat.” 

“ahh i feel bad that i was late. i'll pay for dinner! you pick.” jinsik says while playfully punching junghoon’s arm. 

“no. i said i would pay for it. lets go somewhere nearby.” junghoon walks ahead , trying to find somewhere to eat. “wahh kim junghoon is too nice(,,>﹏<,,)” jinsik runs and catches up to junghoon. 

they start walking down the street and talk about random things. 

“oh right i need to get a book from the bookstore! and a pillow but i can go another day.” jinsik mentions as he points to the bookstore thats nearby. 

junghoon nods and follows him. 

“by the way, why did you take the bus? isnt the subway closer to your house?” junghoon asks curiously as they walk inside the store. 

“oh i wasn’t at home. i was on *** street.” he replies looking through the math workbooks. 

“hm why were you on that street? its pretty far from your house.” junghoon questions more as he looks around at the books. 

“ahh i was with y/n. i was so distracted with our conversation that i forgot to part ways” jinsik chuckles, still looking through the books. 

“just the two of you?” 

“huh? oh yeah just me and her. i think the is the work book i need lets go!” jinsik walks to the checkout but stops after seeing that junghoon isnt following. 

“junghoon? lets go eat!” 

“oh. okay.” 

junghoon and jinsik start walking to the restaurant but then sudddenly junghoon’s phones buzzes. 

he grabs his phone and sees that y/n texted. he reads the text then dials her number. 

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y/ns pov 

*are you free tommorrow? do you maybe want to go with me to buy jinsik a birthday gift?* 

“i sent it!” i mumble while looking at the sent message to junghoon. 

it would've been better if i had asked him in person… but everytime i see him, he avoids eye contact. what did i even do to him?! well.. to be honest. the thing that bothers me the most is… he isnt showing me his beautiful smile. 

but if i were to ask him.. that would be awkward. 

i look down at my phone and see he just read the text. 

“AHH! ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) “  i yelp as i hide myseldf under the blankets. 

i peak out my head waiting for his reply. 

‘why is he not answering back? is he ignoring my texts now too T-T'

i reach out my hand to check but suddenly i get a call. 

‘a call..?’ 

i click the answer button. 

“ehem…hello?” i say softly. 

“i called because i had a question. when will you be available tomorrow.” junghoon asks directly. 

“oh, i-i’m free anytime! its the weekend after all. hehe.” i get up from my laying position and sit straight up on my bed. 

“hm then how about and 2?” 

“thats perfect..!”  

“what kind of present are you going to get?” he asks.  

“uhh i havet decided yet..what about you?” 

“me neither” 

“well then we can just decide on the way!… okay great…yes! see you tomorrow!” junghoon ends the call. 

‘nice.. i did it!!’ 

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next day~~ 

my plan has been following along well. the first step was to meet junghoon outside of school. second step. i would ask him if he is truly upset with me and why in a natural way. third step. accept his apology for whatever he's upset about, and then i'll see his smile again!! 

THE END! ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧ 

“what are you looking at? and why are you giving a thumbs up?” junghoon asks, slightly weirded out. 

“huh? its nothing. lets go..” i reply while scraching the back of my neck. 

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#junghoon x reader #junghoon xikers #kpop #xikers fanfic #xikers fluff #xikers imagines #xikers reactions #xikers #xikers x reader #jinsik xikers #jinsik #jinsik x reader

[dreeamscapeee]

Pinky Promise Pt.1

Summary: Moving into a new city will always be stressful but it helps when your new neighbor helps bring your boxes in

Warnings:

Lamelo Ball x reader

A/N: Found the new LOML yall🤭🤎

August 21

“Yes mom I promise to call when I bring the rest of the boxes up”

“Ok, me and your brother will be down to visit next week. Love you”

“I love you too mom”

As y/n pressed the button on her car to hang up the phone she looked out of the car window at the apartment building

This was her chance, she could finally start her bakery and bring it somewhere

Opening the car door she grabbed her purse and walked towards the lobby of the building, as she was nearing the door the (h/c) woman heard a man laughing as he was also near the door

The man reached the door first and stood there for a second still talking on the phone

Rolling her (e/c) eyes she tries to move around the brunette man, but he was humongous and they didn’t have anyway around him

He looked to be 6’ foot something but well over the 6’ mark

Tapping his shoulder ( or what she could reach) to grab his attention

“Excuse me” y/n plainly said rolling her eyes again

Turning around the man looked and her for a second before Turing around again but leaving a small space for her to get in

Taking this chance to enter the building she couldn’t help but be in awe of what she saw

It had a very sleek and modern design, it looked quite nice if you asked her

Walking up to the front desk she was greeted by a man whose name tag read ‘Emmet’

With a small smile on her face she started talking “Hello, I’m moving in today and I needed the key”

Emmet looked behind her to see the giant man walking past them; off the phone this time

“Morning Mr.Ball” Emmet said with a small smile

Walking past and not even stoping for a second the ‘Mr.Ball’ replied with a “Wassup”

Now looking (y/n) again he addressed her and asked what was the apartment number

Pulling out her phone and going to her moms text messages she read Emmet the number that her mom sent her

(Y/n) had no clue how her mom could even afford this place but she’s just going to chalk it up to her new job with a massive increase in pay

Emmet typed the room number into the computer after a second he looked up and with a smile handed (y/n) the keys and greeted her again but using her last name this time

Moving towards the elevator she pressed the up button and waited for it to come down to her

Taking a second to think she had a lot to do today, she had to visit some places to see where she wanted to set up shop; already having a few places in mind she had it narrowed down to 3 places each with its own benefits

Looking up when the elevator made a ‘ding’ she walked on and pressed floor 5 at took the quiet ride up thinking to herself

When the (h/c) woman made it to her floor she was a bit confused seeing only 2 doors but paying it no mind she went to find apartment 502

It didn’t take very long with the bold numbers on the side of the door, so taking her key and unlocking the door she stared in awe

The place was amazing, when you walked in it was a open kitchen next to it was what she assumed to be the dining area with a chandelier in the middle of the area

Not taking to much longer to look around she wanted to get her things in and lay down, the trip from (h/t) was tiring

“So your the new neighbor” Hearing a deep voice call out she jumped a bit and turned around seeing the same man from outside the building

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Pt.1 And I’m low key kinda happy with it

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#x reader #lamelo ball #nba x reader #lamelo ball x reader #melo #melo ball #melo ball x reader #nba

[bungoustraypups]

this got huge on twitter w the wrong crowd aka mori antis but it also reached a lotta good ppl so on tumblr it goes too! read and understand it well, bsd fandom. alt text available for screenreaders or if the text is too small. anyone who clowns on this post gets instablocked idgaf i am not arguing with you. if you say something like “mori is a p-do” i will laugh bc he is not and also block you

[IMAGE DESCRIPTION: the “don’t make me tap the sign” Simpsons meme, which then reads:  there is literally no canon evidence to support the fanon idea/headcanon that mori abused dazai in any way other than by manipulating him which he does to literally everyone in some way shape or form in his life and the new hoshikawa 15 manga panels do not offer evidence either because it's most likely that mori simply had dazai restrained so he could care for him which is common practice even in real life to take care of people who are hospitalized after self-harm/suicide attempts to make sure they cannot further harm themselves or others. it is not "evidence" mori abused dazai in any way and if i see yall saying that shit i will lose what precious few marbles i have left]

#cio.png #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd mori #bsd dazai #mori ougai #ougai mori #osamu dazai #dazai osamu #mine

[matsur1]

Rindou x f!reader

Warnings: Swearing, Cheating (B/N), Flirting, & Drinking (Beer)

Word Count: 1.3k

A/n: B/N means "Boyfriend's name" so yall can name him whatever you like <3

Your boyfriend told you that he and the boys were going out tonight and he told you it was gonna be at his friend’s house. You paid it no mind and thought that he needed time for his friends too. 

You laid down on the bed, lazily scrolling through your phone. Then you get a notification. It was from Rin. Your old college best friend. Or ex crush, should I say? Well, it’s not like you confessed to him but soon enough, you gladly found a guy at the same college the both of you go to and found interest in him. Which is your current boyfriend. So thankfully, you got rid of your feelings for Rindou. After graduating, you both still had each other’s numbers and socials so Rin was aware that you now had a boyfriend and you were aware that he was now a DJ. But of course, you both eventually grew apart.

You were shocked to see that Rin had texted you after years. You opened his message and it read, “This your boyfriend?” and below was a picture. What the fuck did he just send???? “Is this a joke Rindou?” you replied to his message. “It’s real real fyi.” He argued back, sending a video of your boyfriend dancing with a girl. “It’d be nicer if you went here and surprised him too, yeah?” He replied sending you the location of the club they were in.

You were still shocked, hand covering your mouth, processing things. You took a deep breath and asked yourself what to do next. Maybe Rin’s suggestion wasn’t bad. You immediately jumped out of the bed after planning what to do. You walked towards your closet and looked for the dress that your boyfriend had told you to throw away because it was too appealing and that other boys would look at you. Yet you never threw it because it’d be a waste for such a lovely dress. 

Once you found the dress, you changed into it. A crimson red dress that perfectly fits your body. Oh how appealing you actually looked in that dress. You now understood why your boyfriend didn’t want you to wear that. You look fucking hot, that’s why. 

After admiring yourself in the mirror, you went outside your bedroom, took your car keys, and drove your way to the club. You assumed the drive would take half an hour so you could only hope that when you get there, they would still be present. 

As each minute of driving goes by, you grew impatient, still annoyed by the thought that he’d cheat just like that. You aggressively tapped your fingers against the steering wheel. Then you sighed in relief when you finally saw the club. It was full of lights and it sure was lively. 

You parked your car and went out. Gracefully walking towards the entrance and opened the door. The club was surprisingly big and it was blasting bright lights. Not to mention, it was all so crowded too. You looked around the crowd, looking for your boyfriend or Rindou at the very least. 

Without you knowing, Rindou was at the DJ booth. He was in charge of the club and is the DJ. When he spotted you, even from afar and even in hundreds of crowds, he left the music at default just to go towards you. 

While you were still lost, looking around, a hand grabbed your wrist. You turned to see who it was. It was Rindou. He was running out of breath, “Come with me,” he spoke and then sprinted as fast as he could to bring you over to the DJ booth so you could have more space and be more comfortable andfind your boyfriend. While you were both running for your lives, and while people looked at you both, leaving them curious, you asked Rindou, “Rin??? You’re running too fas-“ he cut you off, “Look, just shut up and follow, okay?” a smile appeared on his face. You could tell he slowed down a bit though. Slowly walking on the three-step stairs, Rindou kept pulling you until you both arrived in the middle of the DJ booth. You confusingly looked at the crowd, processing what just happened. 

Then you remembered, you were supposed to find your boyfriend but the crowd yelled “Ooooo~” in a teasing way. Which made you distracted, in question as to what they were oooo-ing at. Suddenly, Rindou spoke using the mic, “Shut up guys,” he chuckled. Voice raspy due to all the running through the crowd that you both did. You almost blushed at his voice which is now a bit lower than it used to be. Perhaps you actually still have a teeny itsy-bitsy crush on him? You shook your head no and started to look around the crowd for your boyfriend. 

A few minutes passed by, while you were looking for your boyfriend, Rindou kept the crowd entertained with his DJ skills sometimes taking a glance at you to check if you were alright. He tried to focus in DJing but took a good glance at the crowd to help you. When he spotted your boyfriend, he quickly moved your way and whispered to your ear in a low voice, “Over there,” making you flinch a little. You took a glance where Rindou pointed his finger at. Fucking hell. He was still there with the girl. Rindou got back to DJing as soon as you spotted your boyfriend. Then, an idea popped into Rindou’s head. He casually grabbed the mic and handed it over to you while he dropped the beats. A smirk appearing on his face, you got the idea of what he wanted you to do. You grabbed the mic and laughed a bit, too excited as to how your boyfriend’s reaction would be. The whole crowd got confused, “You motherfucking bitch, b/n!!!” you yelled. Then the crowd hyped you up as you point your finger towards your boyfriend and the girl he was clearly flirting with. Then the people surrounding your boyfriend started booing them. This was going in every way you wanted it to go. And boy, were you grateful for Rindou for helping you with all this. 

You could care less about your boyfriend’s reaction now. You grabbed the beer on the table, near the DJ booth, which you assume is supposed to be Rin’s but he had tons so you chugged a whole bottle up. Rindou’s eyes widened a bit when you chugged the beer down your throat. “Woah there darling. Slow down, will ya?” he spoke in a way that only you two could hear. “If this isn’t the best night of my life, then I don’t know what is.” You told him, leaning on the DJ booth backwards, making the crowd see your back. Slowly, the booze started to affect you. Making you a bit tipsy. Rindou smirked. Another idea popping into his head.

He once again left the music by default and making the lights turn low disabling to see you two. He went in front of you and pinned you down. “Fuck y/n. You drive me crazy,” he spoke, sliding one of his legs in between yours, slowly putting pressure on it. You looked at him as your eyes were getting a bit droopy. “Mmm? Rin? Is it just me or did it get darker?” you innocently asked. He couldn’t help but break character and laugh at your silly reaction. You put your arms around his neck and lean your head on his shoulder, softly inhaling his scent. You were definitely drunk now. Suddenly, you spoke in a slurry way, “I’ve always liked you since college, Rin but I didn’t tell you becausssseee…” you stopped speaking, clearly blacked out. Rindou tried to be as calm as he could, until you started hiccupping. He softly laughed and put you down on a chair nearby his DJ booth. Suddenly, his pride is higher than his brother’s now. He went back to DJing, put the lights back on to normal and kept glancing at you from time to time to make sure you were safe. 

Goddamn, your dress definitely affected him. So did your beauty and your personality and god he could name hundreds of things he loves about you.

Oh how ready and excited he was to face you tomorrow and wife you up. 

© Matsuri

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[digitalbug999]

you guys im so fed up that im finally making this tumblr post, no one is ready, esp not me.

okay so idk whos actually played ace attorney, i personally played the first game and am currently playing apollo justice, but ive watched playthroughs of the first trilogy. but what the fuck is up with “theatre major phoenix” no the fuck he isnt. did yall not play the same as me? i know he has a flair for the dramatic, but most of his dramatic mannerisms are actually picked up from people he cares about (mostly mia and edgeworth ive found). but see, where the gameplay comes in, is that i never knew what was relevant to the case — and just like reading phoenix flavor text — so id tap on everything i could examine. everything. this, pretty much 100% of the time, includes art pieces in buildings. you would not believe the shit phoenix has to say

i think its modern art in mias office that you can look at and hell just rip into as being technically terrible. either the painting grossburg likes or the one in april mays hotel room hell talk about how the oil pastels are laid on too thick. he doesnt know more than two kinds of flower. this is my most damning evidence, he knows tulips and sunflowers and thats it, he talks about it. i dont think he can even recognize roses on sight as different from other similar flowers, he knows tulips and sunflowers and past that hes given up. theres no way hes a drama kid.

on top of that theres just. what kind of theatre kid calls themselves an art major? theyd specify (i have theatre friends, theyd specify), unless he was like, double majoring performing arts and also painting, i just have a hard time believing it. and i can get “i need him to be a drama kid for my roleswap au” bc ive made decisions like that before, but dont try and tell me that canon phoenix wright was doing theatre bc i listened to him talk about paintings and i know if he was involved in any kind of theatre thing it was like. helping paint the sets.

#ace attorney #phoenix wright #phoenix wright ace attorney #pls you guys #no theatre major is gonna pick up on the oil pastels #im begging you #write him as an art critic dork #write him silly goofy #write him painting for the hell of it #anyway im off to write my au where he gets back into painting during the seven year gap instead of *poker* #which is what i hate most so far about apollo justice btw #phoenix was so much of an open book in the original trilogy that maya and edgeworth could read his thoughts word for word by looking at him #hes not a poker player #apparently only i understand him #blorbos amirite #stickbug speaks

[1800miserablethot]

MJF x Adam Cole

Summary: Pretty self explanatory yall lol

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He could feel the embarrassment creep up his spine. It was like he had gotten tossed into the ocean, he could feel the waves of heat flash through his veins. He tried to laugh it off, wiping some of the cake from his face. He turned his gaze towards Adam, who had squatted down beside him, wearing a mischievous grin.

“You got me.” He repeated over and over again, laughing softly hoping that it would convey all the mix emotions he was feeling. Adam said they were friends, friends do this right? Right, they totally do. So everything was ok, Adam was just playing with him. This wasn’t a betrayal and just as panic was about to slither its way into Max’s heart, Adam’s firm fingers found their way under Max’s chin, gently turning his face towards him. Max’s eyes, cake-splattered and wide, never broke away from Adam’s gaze. Time seemed to slow down, watching Adam run his finger delicately over Max’s face, smearing the frosting before maneuvering it into his mouth.

Every little feeling Max was feeling simply washed away, his eyes never breaking away from Adam’s. “Good cake, really good cake.” Adam says, a soft smile spreading across his face. Wiping more remnants of the cake off Max’s face, tasting it again before standing up and getting out the ring. Sauntering up the ramp until he’s no longer in Max’s sight.

Max couldn’t help but smile, his heart felt like it had jumped into his throat. He shook off most of the cake before heading backstage himself, going to his locker room.

He walks over to the mirror, replaying the scene in his head. Seeing his eyes sparkle in his reflection, remembering the way Adam licked the frosting off his fingers. Those blue cloudy eyes looking at his dark brown ones, his tongue playfully peaking out as he licked the frosting off-he shakes his head walking away from the mirror and over to his bag.

He grabs his clothes then goes into the bathroom, putting his clothes down on the sink so he could turn the shower on. Suddenly he hears his phone buzz, he quickly grabs it from the counter. Seeing a text message from Adam. His heart skips a beat as he eagerly unlocks his phone to read the message.

“Hey dude, you free for rooming tonight? Roddy shot me down.”

His face lit up with excitement as he read Adam’s text. The thought of spending more time with Adam outside of their usual interactions sent a wave of happiness through him. He takes a deep breath in, fingers tapping on the screen quickly.

“Sure broski! After a bit we can skedaddle out of here and to the hotel room.”

Max felt a rush of anticipation as he hit send. The idea of sharing a room with Adam made his mind run wild. Maybe they could play video games again, or whatever Adam wanted, he didn’t care as long as it was with Adam. He sits his phone down, stripping out his clothes and stepping into the warm shower.

And after he was done, he quickly dried himself off to get dress. He grabs his phone swiping it open just as Adam’s caller id popped up.

“Hey Max, you almost ready?”

He balances his phone between his shoulder and head, grabbing his ring gear and starts to pack it up in his gym bag. “Yeah bro! Just was um, in the shower from the cake.” He says, laughing awkwardly. “You were in the shower?” He straightens up, clearing his throat. He could feel his ears and cheeks flush softly, “Y-Yeah so um that’s why I was taking so long, but I’m done now.”

The two friends shared a brief laugh over the phone, before Adam hangs up. Grabbing his stuff, Max heads out the locker room and down the hall until he finds Adam next to his rental car. “About time.” Adam joked, opening the car door and getting in along with Max.

“Sorry man didn’t mean to take forever.”

“Don’t be, also your hair looks good wet like that by the way.”

Adam liked his hair? He couldn’t help the smile that played across his lips. “T-Thanks.” He stuttered, trying to even out his voice again as he looks out the window.

Luckily the hotel wasn’t far away. As they pulled up to the entrance, Max eagerly stepped out of the car, reaching for his bag. Making his way into the lobby and up to the front desk, grabbing the keys to his-THEIR room. When they get up to their room, he unlocks the door snickering at the shook look on Adam’s face as he walks in.

“This place is huge..”

“Eh, it’s alright.” He mumbles, shrugging his shoulders as he sits his stuff down. “You want anything to eat?” He asks, turning around to face Adam. Already dialing the front desk. “Yeah..how about some cake, since I am the birthday boy after all.”

Max’s eyes meet Adam’s seeing those Icy blues sparkle with mischief. He nods slowly asking for a cake before hanging up the call and collapses onto the bed, reaching for the remote to the tv. “It’s whatever you want, after all like you said it is your birthday.” He says, smiling at Adam before turning on the tv.

With the remote in his hand, he scrolled through the channels, searching for something interesting to watch. His eyes glancing to the edge of the bed seeing Adam sit down on it, his eyes flicker down to the small space in between them. All he had to do was shift an inch and he would be touching-

He jolts slightly at a loud knock to the door, “I got it.” He hears Adam say, watching the older man go over to the door and open it. Allowing the hotel worker in to park the cart in the middle of the room. His mind fuzzes out seeing the cake in the middle of the cart, surrounded by bottles of whip cream and different kinds of syrup.

“Jeez a wheeze man, that’s a lot.” He joked half heartedly, hearing the door close as the worker leaves. “I know, figured you could help me.” Adam says playfully, putting some of the whip cream on the top of his finger before licking it off.

Watching intently, Max feels a twinge of arousal creep up inside him, his eyes lingering on every movement of Adam’s finger. He sits up on the bed, opening his mouth, letting the cool sweetness slide into his mouth, his tongue swirling against Adam’s finger. His breathing becoming bated, seeing Adam put the whip cream can down and reach for the chocolate syrup.

“You want some?” Adam asks innocently, drizzling some of the syrup onto his tongue. Max nods, trying to find any sort of words but any that he was about to come up with disappeared when Adam stood in between his legs. “Open up,” Adam mumbles, his hand firmly tilting Max’s head back as he lets the chocolate syrup ooze onto Max’s tongue and down his throat.

Max moans softly, his eyes trailing up to see Adam’s blue eyes blazing down at him. He licks his lips as Adam pulls the bottle away from his mouth. “Good right?” Adam asks, running his fingers through Max’s curls, a cheeky grin spreading across his face.

He leans his head back into Adam’s touch, closing his eyes as he savors the taste of the chocolate still lingering on his tongue. “Y-Yeah,” he hums, his eyes fluttering back open. “You wanna taste the cake?” Adam husks, his grin growing at the agreeing nod Max gestures.

He straightens up, moving his hand away from Max’s hair. Reaching over to the cart, he sits the syrup down and cuts a small slice out of the cake. Max opens his mouth again, feeling the frosting melt against his tongue. He swallows the cake, letting out a long breath.

“You want some more? ” Adam teases, “Can I have more of something else?” He asks trying to even out his breathing, “Like what?” He hears Adam murmur, his grin turning into a small smile. “You, hopefully.” Max whispers, sitting up straighter. Straining his neck up, his lips brushing against Adam’s until they finally connect.

Max loses himself in the kiss, slipping his hands beneath Adam’s shirt, pulling him closer. Letting Adam push him onto his back, feeling the heat radiate off the older man’s body. Oh this was everything he ever wanted a more, anything he had fantasized about didn’t even touch what the real feeling felt like.

He felt lightheaded, hazy, yet his skin felt tingly with every touch from Adam. They break the kiss, allowing Adam to pull Max’s shirt off. Max shivers slightly as the air hits his skin, glancing down as Adam runs those rough hands down his chest. He shifts under Adam’s touch, groaning quietly feeling Adam’s fingertips claw down his chest and stomach leaving faint marks.

“A-Adam,” Max says breathlessly, feeling his dick twitch in his dress pants. “Mmmm?” Adam hums against his lips, trailing his mouth down to Max’s stomach. Sucking on the skin, making Max let out a small cry. He felt so lost in Adam’s touch, like he was floating on cloud nine. Hell this was better than winning the title.

He kicks off his shoes, lifting his hips up, allowing Adam to pull his dress pants and briefs off. Arching his back off the bed, chasing Adam’s lips, god he fucking loved them so much, then suddenly they were gone. His head snaps up, feeling the bed creak as Adam gets up and grab the whip cream again before crawling back onto the bed.

His breath hitching at the feeling of the cold cream being squirted onto his toned stomach. Observing as Adam’s tongue lapped up the sweet cream, traveling up and down Max’s stomach and lower navel. “Look at you..” Max lifts his head up at Adam’s words, seeing a small glisten of pre cum seep down his dick. His face flushes, half lidded eyes meeting Adam’s.

He had to bit his tongue from yelling out when the cooling cream touched his dick before Adam’s warm wet mouth wrapped around it. Bucking his hips up, as his hands tangle into the bed sheets. Oh he really loved this, he loved Adam. Everything took his breath away, made his head swirl on the verge of blacking out especially when Adam sucks hard on his tip.

Just when he was about to tip over the edge, suddenly every feeling left him as Adam pulls away. But just as he opened his mouth to say something, it’s cut off with a loud gasp feeling Adam’s slick fingers slip into him. “D-Did you-are you u-using the syrup as lube?” He asks breathlessly, his chest heaving up and down.

Another groan escapes him when he hears a simple “yep”, god damn this man was going to drive him insane, but fuck it he would let Adam if he truly wanted to because hell he would be lying if he said Adam didn’t already.

“A-Adam please,don’t stop.” Max begs, arching his back as Adam’s fingers sink deeper into him, hitting that spot inside him that made him clench his teeth. “My perfect champ,” Adam hums, nipping at Max’s hip, causing the younger man to throw his head back. “Please fuck me, please I-I want it, need it please,” He chokes out, feeling tears pricking at the corner of his eyes.

Adam chuckles, pulling away from Max. He stands up from the bed, slowly taking off all his clothes grinning at the stupid awe struck look on Max’s face. “You need it, huh?” Adam playfully mocks, climbing back on the bed and in between Max’s legs.

Max swallows thickly, hands moving to Adam’s shoulders trying to bring him close as his breath getting caught in his throat as Adam roughly kisses him. He gasps into the kiss, his nails leaving crescent marks on Adam’s shoulders as Adam slowly thrust into him.

Oh fuck this was everything he ever thought of and more, feeling his entire body tightening around Adam’s length. Why the hell did nobody tell him this would feel this good? His eyes flutter closed as he tried to focus on breathing the best he could, but it was kind of hard considering every time he took in a breath it was knocked right back out by Adam.

The way Adam’s hips were flush against his as he grounded down, it left Max’s mind numb and tingling. And from the soft smile on Adam’s face he could tell that he was probably wearing his heart on his sleeve for Adam but damn he couldn’t care less, he needed this feeling forever.

His tongue poking out on his bottom lip as his head drops back onto the covers. Feeling heat flood his body as his cums spurts on his stomach. “Such a good boy for me,” he whimpers quietly at those words, his head starting to ring, as he spurts more of the cooling fluid onto his stomach.

Adam chuckles breathlessly at the sight under him, his fingers running through his own hair to get it out his face. "That's my champ," he purrs, smirking at the way Max’s glazed watery eyes gaze up at him.

He leans down burying his head into the nook of Max’s neck, whispering more stuff into Max’s ear until it’s abruptly gets interrupted by a gasp as his own orgasm hits him.

They lay there listening to their own panting breaths, Adam runs his fingers through Max’s curls, kissing softly at his neck. “H-Happy birthday, Adam.” He grins, “Thanks, man.”

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