#How to Get Ex Love Back After Breakup
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ok i am actually so very angry and there's literally nothing i can do to fix it. life keeps going on. she might even be happy. and fuck dude, i'll make sure im happy too, i was a fully developed person before she was in my life and i'll continue to be one without her. but God Damn, the fact that she can just do something so blatantly awful and unfair to me and then run off without any actual repercussions is just so fucking rankling to me.
like perhaps she feels guilty. she said she did when it was all going down. but it was just something she "needed to do". so obviously she didn't feel guilty enough or she wouldnt have done it like that lmaoooo
i really did deserve to have a good solid yell at her. but unfortunately, by the time i did see her in person i just wanted her out of my fucking life. so. no yelling was done, unfortunately.
#speculation nation#the duality of being a deeply resentful and angry person. and being a person that Tries to be mature and peaceful.#like im not gonna actually Do shit even tho i keep wanting to message her just to yell at her some more again#it's like there's a beast in me that keeps yelling for retribution. she wronged me in such a disrespectful and humiliating way#and yet she just gets to walk away like it was nothing? live her life like it was nothing?#be in 'love' with her new 'soulmate' after cutting me off like a rotten limb?#i feel so DEEPLY angry. i want to spit vitriol and fire. i want to dig my claws into her bones. make her really FEEL how i feel.#i want to wander into her dreams and make her experience what i felt. every miserable second of silence.#the humiliation of admitting you might be falling in love only to be told you were never loved at all.#and i want to knee her in the gut and spit in her face and really make her regret ever fucking wronging me#but unfortunately im a stupid fucking pacifist so all the aggression and anger and violence has no FUCKING outlet#ive been. trying to not think about it too much. ive been trying to just live my life. because i dont want her to run my life.#but the anger keeps catching up to me. filtering in when i dont expect it. endless constant fucking thoughts coming back to me#on and on and on and on i live and i eat and i read and i game and i hate and i hate and i hate and i hate and i hate and i HATE AND I HATE#the greatest injustice is that i cannot make her truly feel every single ounce of my resentment and anger#it's so overwhelming i think i could choke on it. and she gets to live her FUCKING happy little life with her stupid fucking 'soulmate'#i hope it collapses around her and she loses her too so she's single and alone and miserable and regretting all of her fucking impulsivenes#she deserves to have it fail after what she did to me. and all i can really do is hope that karma has its fucking kiss for her.#if only curses were real. what i wouldnt give to put some energy into that karmic payback lmfao.#ok . ok ok ok ok love and peace on planet earth. i am shifting out of vitriolic little shit mode.#just had to let some of the steam out. im still angry but i am going to go back to not thinking about it.#i think i should go on a nice long bike ride tomorrow. to decompress and work some of the steam out.#it's something that she can never take from me. something that is so wholly mine. fuck that stupid bitch and fuck her new girlfriend too#...............................ok NOW im shifting out of vitriolic mode. lol#negative/#WAHOOOOOO i am certainly not taking this breakup well. but i dont think anyone would be lmfao.#all things considered i think im doing a pretty great job at handling this breakup.#bc at least im only recounting unrealistic threats and fantasies on my tumblr dot com instead of messaging Any of this to her.#i may kinda want her to read it so that she knows anyways. but i wont message her directly. bc i am Trying to be at least a little mature.#complaining on my tumblr dot com so i dont message my ex with more vitriol. gotta cope Somehow.
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genuinely love my friends so much <333 I love rehashing the same conversations over and over it literally never gets old :]
#leeâs bullshit#finally saw one of my best friends yesterday and we went to see challengers and after had an extended debrief#itâs so nice we can literally talk abt the same things for hours and hours and circle back to them and immediately jump back in#rehashing the same gossip weâve had since hs like itâs fresh information. assigning the crazy friendships our year as pat/art/tashi dynamic#also told her abt everything abt the breakup and she was like oh you know that was biphobia . And I was like huh yeah it was !!#<â ex gf saying âI rlly donât know how Iâll feel if you start dating a man after meâ girl what the hell !! Go to hell too tbh#at the time it was just another annoying thing that was said but my bestie was like no dude thatâs like a rlly shitty thing to say.#and she was right !!#my original goal was to have peaceful summer and be friends when we get back but tbh im j hoping she decides over the summer to move out :D#yippee !!#anyway we greatly enjoyed challengers and I may ask her to see it again bc we do love being movie repeaters <3
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LOVED YOU AT YOUR WORST - r.c series - ONE
pairings: ex!sweethearts; rafe x thornton!reader; rafe x sofia. chapter warnings: none (angst) chapter twoâ chapter three â chapter four
The bass from the speakers rattled the glass in your hand as you leaned against the porch railing, eyes scanning the backyard for himâRafe.
It had been a long month.
Longer than you thought it would be. Usually, when you and Rafe had your little âbreaks,â they lasted about a week, maybe two at most. It was always something stupid, a screaming match that ended with slammed doors and his truck peeling out of your driveway. But it never lasted. It couldnât. Youâd known each other too long, been through too much, and deep down, there was this unspoken truthâheâd always come back. Or, you would.
But this time was different.
This time, he wasnât calling or showing up at your window in the middle of the night, eyes tired and sorry, pulling you into his arms. The space between you had been growing wider since his dad died. And sure, maybe it was your fault for what you said after Wardâs deathâBut it was the truth.
Still, you hadnât expected him to shut you out completely. Two months. Two months of silence. And the only thing youâd heard about him since was through Ruthie, Topperâs new girlfriend, of all people. A random comment at Maseâs placeâsomething about how Rafe had been hanging around some pogue girl named Sofia.
Youâd rolled your eyes at that. Rafe? With some Pogue? Yeah, right. Youâd pretended not to care when she tossed it out like it was nothing
You werenât stupid.
Youâd always known Rafe wasnât the easiest guy to love. He was complicated, angry, recklessâbut so were you. And in some messed-up way, thatâs why you two worked. Or at least, why you thought you did. You were just as stubborn, just as damaged. But now, as you sipped your drink and looked around, something felt off. Your gut was tight, and that nagging feeling thatâd been growing restless under your skin since the breakup only grew stronger the longer you stood there.
You pushed yourself off the railing, discarding your drink on a table before moving through the crowd, past people you knew but didnât bother with. Your mind was set on one thingâRafe. You were done with the break. You had your space. Itâs time to get back together. It was never even really a question. It was just the way things worked with you two.
But then there was Ruthieâblocking your path, her wide smile dripping with the kind of smugness that set your teeth on edge. She looked like she was reveling in your misery and that little giggle she let out only made it worse.
"So glad you could make it!" she sang out, her voice too sweet, too bright. Her eyes flickered over you like she was sizing you up, taking stock of every inch of your perfectly put-together outfit.
You forced a smile, âYeah, well, wouldnât miss a party like this,â you said, keeping your tone casual.
You werenât in the mood for whatever game she was playing.
âOh, I just bet,â she replied, her smile growing wider. She stepped closer, her breath reeking of cheap wine, and you had to resist the urge to roll your eyes. Ruthie always drank too much at these things.
What the hell was her problem? She always acted like she knew something you didnât, like she held the keys to all the dirty little secrets in Kildare, and she loved dangling them in front of people just to watch them squirm.
âRuthie, I swear to Godââ you began, but she cut you off, her grin widening.
âOh, honey,â she cooed, her voice dripping with fake sympathy, âdonât get mad at me. Iâm just the messenger. You should really be talking to Rafe about this.â She took a step back, still smiling, and glanced over her shoulder. âHeâs around, you know. You can go find him yourself. See how cozy heâs gotten with her.â
You bit your tongue, jaw, forcing yourself to stay calm. She was trying to get under your skin, like the snake sheâd always been. You couldnât believe Top was lonely and horny enough to finally fall into her claws.
âThanks for the tip,â you gave her a tight lipped grimace, brushing past her, didnât try and wait for her reply.
You only caught glimpses of empty rooms along the way. You hadnât seen him since the break, and part of you didnât want to admit how much that messed you up. How much he messed you up. Your steps slowed as you neared the hall that led to the back of the house, the sound of voices filtering through the air. You recognized some, laughed at the drunken ramblings, until one voice cut through the noise. Rafeâs.
And then you heard hers. No fucking way.
You didnât stop. You couldnât. You told yourself you just needed to see him, just talk to him, tell him this break had gone on long enough, that you were done with the games. Thatâs when you heard it againâher laugh. It was light, flirtatious, the kind of laugh that made your stomach turn into a million different directions because you knew exactly what it meant.
She was there, with him.
You moved forward, the hallway barely lit as you reached the half-closed bathroom door. Your breath hitched, hands trembling as you peeked through the small crack, unable to stop yourself from looking.
There they were.
She was smiling, laughing softly at something heâd said, her fingers brushing through her hair as if she didnât have a care in the world. Your breath caught in your throat as you watched his hands move, tying the knot in her bikini with such gentle precision like heâd done it a thousand times. The kind of softness he used to have with you. And then he said it, his voice teasing, amused like this was some kind of inside joke between them.
"God, this is just landing right in my lap, isnât it?"
You froze.
He laughed quietly, his lips brushing against Sofiaâs shoulder as he tied the last knot, and the way he touched herâlike she was something to be savoredâsent a rush of pure, burning humiliation straight through your chest.
You stumbled back, your heart pounding in your ears as Rafeâs words repeated over and over in your head. Landing right in my lap. What the fuck was this?
Your heart clenched, vision blurring as what you were seeing slammed right into you. You backed away, your hand flying to your mouth to stop the sob from escaping. But it didnât help. Not even Ă little. The tears burned, and you turned quickly, practically running back through the house and out the door before anyone could see the humiliating mess you were becoming.
It was real. He moved on. In two fucking months.
Thatâs all it had taken for him to replace you. To be done with you. He was over you. Just like that.
After everything youâd been through together, after all the times you had to pull him out of his own darkness, after the nights spent in his arms when you thought you couldnât breathe because your whole family was goneâafter years of being his and him being yoursâhow the fuck could he move on when youâd been rotting away in self loathing for pushing him away?
Your head spun as you stumbled down the steps, out to the street where your car was parked. You couldnât breathe. Your breaths were coming out too fast, too shallow, and your hands were shaking so hard you had to press them against your knees to hold yourself up.
What the hell was wrong with you? You hadnât even had anything to drink.
But your stomach was rolling, twisting in knots so tight you could barely stand straight. You leaned against the side of your car, the cool metal grounding you to reality for a second before a wave of nausea hit, forcing you to double over and retch onto the pavement. Tears stung your eyes as you coughed, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.
You felt dizzy, disgusted even, everything you thought you knew, everything you thought was yours, had been ripped out from under you.
Without a single warning. Not a text, not a stupid call, just pure indifference. No respect or regard for you. None of them. Everything youâd just seen replayed in your mindâRafe, her, the way he touched her like she meant something to him.
âLook whoâs still standing!â Topperâs voice. He was laughing as he strolled over, hands shoved in his pockets, that same carefree grin on his face that he always had at parties. âJesus, what did you have to drink? You look like youâve been hit by a truck.â
Normally, you might have had something to say back, maybe a fiery insult or a roll of your eyes. But right now, everything felt like too much. You couldnât say a word. You could barely breathe.
Your cousin stopped beside you, his grin dropping as he finally looked at you. âHey, whatâs wrong?â He leaned down, trying to catch your eyes. âYou good? You look kindaâ"
You cut him off, the question was heavy, like a lump lodged in your throat. âDid you know?â
He blinked, the confusion spreading across his face. âKnow what?â
You swallowed, your heart hammering in your chest as you forced the words out, your voice shaking. âAbout Rafe and Sofia.â
You hated saying her name.
Hated that youâd been forced to know it by heart. Topperâs smile dropped, his expression changing.
He didnât answer. He didnât have to, you knew him well enough to read his micro expressions. You clenched your fists, it felt like you were the only one in the island whoâd been let out of the secret.
Surely, your friends, your only family wouldâve told you something right? Itâs not like you were on a remote island away from them. Youâd spent the last month in New York, not in the fucking jungle. You visited occasionally. You were a call away.
âDid everyone fucking know?â
Topper exhaled slowly, rubbing the back of his neck. âLook, we didnât think it was serious. You know how it is with you twoâyouâve done this before. Played with other peopleâŠâ
Played with other people. Like you and Rafe were just some game, a revolving door of heartbreak and hookups. It didnât make sense. Youâd always known how it worked, understood how these things wentâsure, youâd had your minor flings, and heâd had his, but it was never real.
You stumbled back, feeling like you might collapse. âOh my God, Iâm going to be sick again.â
He reached out, obviously concerned since he hadnât seen you in this desperate state in years, âHey, hey, calm down. Look, itâs not like it means anything. Rafeâs justâheâs going through a lot with his dad dying, and he⊠heâs just messing around. You know how he gets.â
But the words did nothing to soothe you. They only made it worseâhow everyone knew. How theyâd all watched Rafe move on, while you were stuck, still reeling from the breakup, thinking heâd come back like he always did. And he was just out there, with her.
With someone else. You pressed a hand to your stomach, your head hurting. The idea of Sofia, of Rafe being with someone else in ways that only you knewâways that had always been yoursâmade you feel like you were being torn apart.
Topper was still talking, still trying to rationalize it, but his words were like static now, blending into the noise of the party behind you. âIt doesnât mean anything,â he was saying. âYou know how it goes. You always end up back together. Heâs just doing whatever to distract himself.â
That word. Distract himself. Like your entire relationship could be boiled down to thatâa series of distractions until you decided to come back to each other, to pick up the pieces and pretend everything was okay.
You could still remember the night your life changedâthe phone call, the horrible, gut-wrenching moment when you learned that your familyâs private plane had gone down. Your parents. Your sister. Gone. Just like that. And Rafe had been the one to pull you through it. He was the one who had held you as you cried so hard you thought you were going to die, who sat with you in silence when you couldnât bring yourself to speak, who stayed with you every single night because you were terrified to be alone in a haunted mansion that now felt like a mausoleum.
You had been seventeen, and losing them all at once had killed something inside of you. But he was there. He wasnât perfectâfar from itâbut he knew what it was like to grieve.
He knew loss. He understood. Because youâd been there for him two years earlier, when his mom lost her battle to cancer. You could still see the look in his eyes that dayâfourteen years old and already drowning in so much anger and sadness, like the world had ripped something essential out of him.
The way he cried at her funeral when he thought no one was watching, and youâd found him, sat beside him in the cold, letting him cry without saying a word. You hadnât started dating yet, hadnât crossed that line, but something had changed between you two in those moments.
A connection, a bond forged in shared pain, in the kind of trauma that no one else really got. Maybe that was why you were so obsessed with each other. Maybe it was fucked up, but you couldnât imagine anyone else understanding you the way Rafe did.
How could it all come down to this? To you standing here, feeling like the world was ending while he moved on, laughing and touching someone else like nothing you had ever been through mattered?
Was that it? Did that one moment, that one argument about Ward, erase everything youâd done for him?
All the times youâd been there, the way you had comforted him when he felt like his life was spiraling? You remembered exactly what youâd said a month after the funeral, when your boyfriend blamed everyone but Ward for his own death. "He wasnât a good person, baby. I know he was your dad, but you canât pretend like he didnât fuck you up."
You hadnât even said it to hurt him, not really. It was just the truth. Ward had been a terrible father, controlling and manipulative, and youâd spent years watching Rafe try to live up to some impossible standard, chasing his fatherâs approval like it would ever be enough. But that didnât make it easier for him to hear. You should have known better. You should have known how raw he was after losing his dad, how complicated his feelings were.
But instead, youâd been brutal. Honest, but brutal.
And now, two months later, here you wereâstaring at the empty street, wondering if youâd pushed him too far. If that one moment of honesty was enough to make him forget everything else. Now you were just the ex, the crazy one who didnât know when to keep her mouth shut.
âFuck, why did I say that?â you whispered to yourself, voice shaking. Why couldnât you have just let it go?
But then another clarity of anger took over you, pushing away the guilt that had been building inside. So youâd been too harsh about Ward. So youâd said what everyone else had been too scared to say. It wasnât like youâd been wrong. Ward had messed Rafe up.
Everyone knew it. He knew it, deep down.
You gritted your teeth, staring out at the dark street, the low hum of the party still buzzing faintly behind you. You were never going to get that picture out of your head. Like they hadnât just met, like you hadnât spent years learning how to calm Rafe when he spiraled, how to hold him together when he couldnât hold himself.
Your chest tightened again, a bitter taste rising in your throat.
You could still feel the weight of his head on your shoulder that night, years ago, when his mom passed. The silent sobs that shook his body, the way heâd held onto you. That was the real Rafeâthe one he hid from everyone else. The one who was lost and broken underneath all the anger. And youâd seen him, really seen him in ways no one else ever could. Not Sofia. Not anyone.
"Look, you're emotional, okay? I get it. Maybe it's that time of the month or something. You know how you always get when your hormones go crazy."
The words got to you, but not in the way he probably thought they would. At first, it pissed you off, like it always did when people tried to downplay your emotions. Everyone always said you felt too much. That you were out of control.
But thenâŠ
You stopped moving, blinking rapidly as his words spiraled around in your brain. âTime of the monthâ, he'd said.
Your heart started doing summersaults, your stomach dropping as the idea settled in. You grabbed your phone, hands trembling like leaves as you opened the calendar app. You scrolled, trying to think, trying to remember when youâd lastâŠfuck.
You hadnât had your period in⊠so long.
Almost two months. No. No, no, no. This couldnât be happening. It had to be some kind of fucked up joke.
You felt light-headed as you reached for your car again, your body shaking so badly you could barely stand against the door. "Shit."
How could you not have noticed?
Topper noticed the change in you instantly, his brow furrowing. "Whatâs wrong with you?" he asked, his tone softening a little. "You okay?"
You couldnât even form a sentence. Your brain was too full of what-ifs. Two months late.
You hadn't even thought about it until nowâeverything had taken so much space in your head that you hadn't noticed the most obvious sign. This wasnât possible. Your hand flew to your stomach, almost instinctively. You had no idea what to do with the panic creeping up your throat.
âShit,â You hissed, this time louder, trying to push the growing dread down. But it wouldn't go away.
He was still staring at you, âWhat? Whatâs going on? Youâre freaking me out.â
But you were already backing away, shaking your head, âIâI need to go,â You mumbled, barely hearing yourself.
Your cousin moved quickly to block your path as you tried to make your way toward the door. That kind of protective streak only made you want to shove past him even more.
"Youâre not driving in this state." he warned you, voice firm, his hands up like he was trying to physically stop you.
You just glared at him, âFucking watch me.â
He didnât budge. "You get in that car and I'm calling Rafe," he said, sounding dead serious.
You couldnât believe it. Your head was already spinning, and he was trying to guilt-trip you like this was some kind of helpful thing to do? You threw your hands up in frustration, voice rising, cracking. "Heâs too busy fucking Sofia. Knock yourself out."
The words felt like venom in your mouth, the bitterness rolling off your tongue. You didnât care how harsh they sounded. You didnât care about anything anymore except getting away from this suffocating stupid place. Before he could say anything else, you made your move. You pushed past him with all your strength, chest hurting with the urge to feel something other than this suffocating mess of emotions and confusion.
Your hands shook as you fumbled for your keys. You managed to unlock the door, sliding into the driverâs seat, the cool leather biting into your skin.
You needed to think. But all you could think about was that one, terrifying realization: you might be pregnant.
Your breath hitched, terror swirling around your chest. The calendar app was still open on your phone, the dates staring back at you like a flashing red warning sign, daring you to confront the truth youâd been ignoring. Two months. Two months without a period. And you hadnât even noticed. You pressed a hand to your stomach again, heart pounding as if it was trying to escape your chest. This couldnât be happening. Not now. Not like this.
You werenât thinking clearlyâshit, you werenât thinking at all, but you couldnât stay here. Not with Topper trying to baby you, not with him out there, living his best life like you didnât even exist.
You turned the key, the engine roaring to life, and just as you gripped the wheel, ready to peel out of the driveway, Topper bolted in front of the car, planting himself right there like some kind of human roadblock. Fucking idiot. His arms were stretched out wide, like he could somehow stop you by sheer willpower.
âYouâre not doing this, I swear to God, youâre not!â he yelled, his voice frantic, echoing off the dark street. He looked panicked, pleading even, like he was convinced youâd actually go through with it.
You gritted your teeth, eyes narrowing on him through the windshield. âTop, I swear, you have three seconds before I run you over.â
âAre you serious right now?â he yelled, his voice cracking with disbelief. But he didnât move. âYou think Iâm letting you drive like this? Youâre out of your fuckinâ mind!â
Your fingers gripping the wheel so hard it hurt. You werenât bluffing. You were too wound up, too out of control. The only thing keeping you from flooring him was the fact that, deep down, you knew your cousin didnât deserve it.
You just needed to get out of here.
âMove!â you screamed, âIâm not jokingâ, Topper. Get the fuck out of my way!â
His face twisted with frustration as he looked over his shoulder, something catching his attention. He started waving, yelling at someone, his voice cutting through the night, âRafe! Dude, get over here!â
Your brain stopped. It was like everything had been sucked out of you. Your hands froze on the wheel, your entire body locking up as you looked to your right and saw himâRafe. Right there in the yard.
And she was with him. He had his arm draped around her casually, like she belonged there.
Like he belonged there, just standing in the open, so stupidly comfortable in his new life. His head turned when he heard Topper call out, and your eyes locked for a less than a second. A moment too long. A moment that broke something inside you.
While Topper was distracted, his attention on Rafe, you made your move. You slammed your foot on the gas, tires screeching as the car lurched forward, swerving just enough to dodge Topperâs stunned figure. You heard him yell after you, but his voice faded into the background noise as you sped away.
You didnât look back. Not at Top, not at Rafe.
The only thing you could hear was the sound of your own heartbeat pounding in your ears, drowning out everything else. You hated this. Hated that you were crying. Hated that youâd let yourself get to this point.
âGod, what is wrong with me?â you muttered, your voice quavering as the words tumbled out. âWhy the fuck am I crying over him? I shouldnât be crying over him.â You slammed your palm against the steering wheel, angry, disgusted with yourself.
Youâd told yourself you were stronger than thisâthat after everything youâd been through, you didnât need him or anyone else. But here you were, falling apart like some pathetic excuse of a mess because of him. Because he had always been there, hadnât he? After the crash, after you lost everything, he was the one constant, the one person who kept you from completely losing it. Youâd relied on him so much. Too much.
âFuck,â you hissed, tears streaming down your face. Your throat burned as the memories came flooding back, memories of all the nights youâd spent together, of him holding you while you cried yourself to sleep, of the way heâd pulled you out of the gloom when you thought youâd never get back up again. You thought heâd always be that person for you, the one who understood your broken pieces because he had his own. Youâd always fit together perfectly.
You pulled into the parking lot of the nearest drugstore, your hands still shaking as you put the car in park. The tears had dried up on the drive over, replaced by a cold determination. You didnât want to be here. Didnât want to even think about what you were about to do.
The moment you stepped out of your car and into the harsh fluorescent lighting of the drugstore, you felt completely out of placeâlike a stranger in your own skin. You hadnât even thought about how ridiculous you mustâve looked until you caught your reflection in one of the storeâs glass windows. Your hair, still perfect from earlier, framed your face in soft waves, and your makeup was flawless, despite the crying. The designer dress you were wearingâsleek, red, and worth more than half the shit in this storeâwith its sticky floors and white lights, it made you feel like an alien. Like you didnât belong.
You caught the eyes of a couple of people loitering outside the entrance as you walked in, their stares lingering a little too long, murmuring to each other behind smirks. You knew they were talking about you. They always did, kook queen, overdressed, out of touch, bitch, whatever they wanted to call you.
The sliding doors let out a grating beep as you entered, and the air inside was stale and heavy, reeking of floor cleaner and cheap perfume. You adjusted your grip on your purse, strutting past the aisles with your head high even though everything inside you felt like it was falling apart.
You always did thisâdressed to kill, head up, like armor. But there was no real glamour in buying pregnancy tests from some random pharmacy in the middle of the night. No way to mask the deep, growing hysteria in your bones.
The girl behind the register clocked you the second you stepped up to the counter, her eyes dragging over your like she couldnât quite believe what she was seeing. You could almost hear her thoughts: What the hell is someone like you doing here?
You didnât even look at her. You just wanted to pay and leave without a scene. But of course, people always found a way to make things worse. She hesitated before scanning the tests, looking like she might say something. For her own good, you prayed she didnât.
You threw the money on the counter before she could open her mouth, two crisp hundreds on top of the total. The cash hit the counter with a sharp thwap and you gave her the bitchiest look you could muster. âTake it. Keep your fucking mouth shut.â
She swallowed hard, her hand trembling as she slid the bills into the register. You didnât care that she was young or nervous. You werenât here to make friends. You werenât here for anyoneâs sympathy. The extra money would make sure she didnât talk, that was all that mattered.
You walked out, your heels clicking against the linoleum, head high, even though every nerve in your body screamed for you to disappear. You slid into your truck, slamming the door shut, the silence finally hitting you. For all the designer clothes, the makeup, the moneyânone of it meant shit right now. You felt so small. So scared. Terribly lonely.
You sat there for what felt like forever, staring at the stupid bag in the passenger seat like it had the power to ruin your whole lifeâwhich, to be fair, it kind of did. You didnât know what the fuck you were going to do. Not about any of it.
Your foot tapped nervously against the floor mat, the sound too loud in the quiet car. The bag crinkled as you glanced at it again, your stomach twisting all over again. A bunch of pregnancy tests. How had it come to this?
Rafe. You squeezed your eyes shut, willing yourself not to think about him, not to picture his face when he found out. If he found out. Shit, what the hell was he going to do? He was with Sofia now, right? So was this going to ruin his life too? Did he even deserve to know?
It was probably nothing, you told yourself. Maybe the separation anxiety had gotten to you. Maybe your body was just fucked up from all the stress. Maybe your period was just late because youâd been so all over the place lately. There could be a million reasons. You didnât even want to think about what would happen if it wasnât nothing.
You didnât want to cry anymore. Not after all of this. Not over Rafe. Not over your life turning into some fucking soap opera you didnât even want to be a part of.
The second you were inside your house, the walls closed in around you. Your perfectly decorated placeâthe one youâd spent so much time making into a refuge, an escapeâit didnât feel like that anymore. Every designer pillow, every carefully chosen piece of art, mocking you.
Your phone buzzed in your bag, you reached for it. Of course, it was Rafe.
âI donât know what the fuck that was but save the fucking dramatics, okay?â
The nerve. The fucking nerve of him to act like he was the center of your universe, acting like you were some inconvenience. Months of silence and this was the first thing he decided to text you? Knowing how much you despised when people called you a drama queen? Fucking piece of shit.
Your fingers hovered over the screen, a thousand different responses running through your mind. You wanted to tell him to shove something up his ass. But you did the only thing that felt right in that moment.
You blocked him. You stared at your phone, half expecting it to buzz again, half dreading that it wouldnât. It was done. You cut him off, at least in that tiny, virtual way. You sat there for a minute, gripping the phone, trying to remember how to breathe.
This was supposed to feel empowering, right? You told yourself it would. That cutting him out would help you get back some control. But your mind wouldnât settle. Those damn pregnancy tests were sitting in the bag next to you.
You were tired.
Exhausted in a way that had nothing to do with how late it was or how emotionally spent you were. You kicked off your heels, letting them clatter against the hardwood floor as you sank into the plush couch. Your house felt cold and unwelcoming tonight. Like a showroom. No comfort to be found. Not here, not in the muted tones of beige and white. Not in the sleek lines of furniture that were supposed to exude elegance and sophistication.
Maybe tomorrow youâd feel differently.
Maybe youâd wake up with a clear head, ready to take the stupid tests. Maybe youâd be strong again like youâd been so many times before.
Tonight, you were just tired. You leaned back against the cushions, closing your eyes for a moment, willing the noise in your head to quiet down. Sleep. Thatâs what you needed. Just a few hours to clear your mind, and in the morning, youâd deal with everything.
All of this would go away.
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bartender toji fucking the living daylights out of us after a nasty breakup ? also have a nice day
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#đđđđđđđđđ đđđ âą bartender!Toji Fushiguro x fem!reader #đșđđ”đ¶đ·đșđ°đș âą riding the hot bartender after a break up is the least expected thing youâll ever think of #đđđđđđđ đđđđđđđ âą alcohol, pet names, foreplay, fingering, teasing, grinding, pre-cum, no protection, creampie, car sex, nipple play, squirting, size difference, big dick toji papa, alpha toji with xxxxxxxxl dick, multiple orgasm, one-sided drunk sex (?), power play, Iâm so lazy to do tags, who even reads content warnings tbh #đŸđ¶đčđ« đȘđ¶đŒđ”đ» âą 4k #đš/đ” âą donât let this flop guys I spent way too much time on this when I should be studying for my exam đ
âPlus, he literally had to beg me to act like I was cumminâ when he stuck his sorry excuse of a dick in me!â your eyelids hung heavily over your eyes as you exclaimed, brows shooting down in a frown. âGet a load of that guy, am I right?â
âHe doesnât pay for your stuff, and he canât fuck good?!â Toji teasingly mirrored your tone as he manoeuvre behind the bar, uniform taut from the way he natchly flexed his arms; the bottles clinking as he worked deftly to craft out the beverage you ordered. âWhat a man.â
It has been 2 hours since youâve been rambling on about your ex-boyfriend, and the ravenette felt like heâd known this stranger for yearsâall of his secrets and traits aired into his ears. Albeit, it was getting a bit boring, with the same repeated stories tumbling out of your voluble mouth. But still, he enjoyed chuckling at your adorable insobriety, fuelled by drunken mania.Â
âHere you go, princess,â a small tug lifted the ends of his scarred lips when your eyes patently glimmered at the newly served alcohol. âItâs the last I can give you, weâre closingâŠâ Tojiâs eyes momentarily flickered to his watch, âin 7 minutes.â
âOh, okay!â you deliriously yawped, downing the beverage into your liqueur-brimmed system before handing him your card, which you aimlessly threw at him, not even lucid of your motions. âJust swipe it.â
Toji simply brushed it off, taking it towards the other side of the counter. He's used to unintentional antics like yours, as long as the tab was paid off he has no problem with them.Â
15,900 yen.Â
The digits flashed past his eyes like stars, igniting a luminous glint in his dark emerald orbs. Hell, was it a sum to casually splurge on at some mid-high bar? Heâs got a pretty girl with probably an equally pretty amount of personality in her wallet, sprawled on the bar top wailing about her broken heart.Â
Oh, how he would love to play saviour.Â
âHere, princess. Time to go home,â he tapped your card onto the counter after the successful transaction. His gruff voice was low as you drifted further from your haywired consciousness and towards a delicious drowse. You didnât move when he neared your face, attempting to marshal up your scattered coherence by calling into your ear.Â
Toji sighed as he leaned back onto his feet, and crossed his bulky arms, pondering the ways to get you out of the otherwise empty bar.Â
It was 12:58 am and the other inebriated customers had gone out by themselves or with their friends dragging them along. Except for you, softly snoring on the sticky counter.Â
His coworker shrugged at him when the ravennette glanced at the shorter male for help. âJust get her out of here. Iâll clean up the rest, and you owe me this one,â always so kindâhow Toji wished he could smooch that man right then.Â
âThanks, man,â Tojiâs eyes curved in moon crescents, before settling his sight onto your dozed frame. His finger pressed against your temple, and your head lolled to the side in suit of a light push; a trail of drool slipping past your plump lips. You were completely and utterly out of it, huh?
Grasping onto your arm, the male lightly shook you awake, the warmth from his calloused palm stimulating your nerves vivified. âHey, Mr. BartenderâŠâ you had an uneven smile on your crooked lips, sleepiness bubbling into the air with every laggard blink as you breathily chuckled. âAre you gonna bring me home?â
âI donât know about that, princess,â his tone was syrupy sweet and it licked the ends of your lips upwards into a velvety grin. âBut we gotta go now. Come on,â Tojiâs hands came to yours, gently pulling you off of the bar stool. You followed after his guide, slipping your card into your pocket before frisking behind him like a lamb to the door.Â
The burly male turned to his wrist after the door swung close in the wake of your exit, checking his watch; it read 1:04 am. The train station is closed and itâs going to kill his conscience if he leaves you by the streets like he always does with intoxicated male customers. He has no idea where you stay anywayâbest to call a friend of yours to take you home.Â
â(Y/N)?â
A grating, vexatious voice called. The two of you swivelled your gaze to the source to find your cheating, insipid creature of an ex with an arm thrown over some chickâs shoulders, chortling at the unstable mess you were. Your eyes were puffy and tumid from the hours of crying slash ranting session, and you were anything but lucid from the way you looked.Â
How fucking lucky.
âWhat you got going on here? Getting kicked out of a bar?â your ex taunted, nearing his face to yours as you narrowed your eyes at him.Â
âY-YouâŠasââ
âHave the lady some of her space, buddy,â Tojiâs authoritative voice prevailed over yours as he pushed the male away, rendering him to helplessly stumble backward into a fall. The woman in his arm hid her giggle with a gasp before helping his fuming ass up, his face beet red from his ignominious tumble.Â
âWho are you?â he barked, eyelids flying open to show the hidden whites and teeth bared in belligerence.Â
âA man who can make her cum, without begging her to fake it,â the woman burst into a half-concealed snicker when the ravennette broke the air with his unanticipated words. Your face grew to be saturated with ardent red, from both the intoxicant that coursed through your veins and the sentence you thought you had heard.
âI call it bullshit,â your ex spat with his upper lip pulled up in disrelish. Thereâs a flash of humiliation in his glareâhe knew Toji seemed better than him and it killed him to know youâve got suitors who are way out of his league.Â
âItâs true,â you tapped Tojiâs metallically stiff chest with a twisted, satisfied smirk on your rat-arsed face. âHe toootally didnât just stick his dick in me and call it a day, yâknow?â
âFucking whore.â
âWhat dâya say?!â you screeched, ready to pounce on the asshole. âI sent you to the ER once, and Iâll do it again!â
âAlright, thatâs enough, princess,â Toji tenaciously held onto your arm, and youâre stuck by him even without him using much strength. âWe donât want you dirtying your hands, do we?âÂ
A nasty shove met the maleâs chest, knocking the air out of his lungs when he hit the ground. It was merely a fraction of Tojiâs force, and it already had the male choking to breathe on the ground.Â
âSpeak to her like that again, and itâs not going to be just a push,â you could hear the rise of a dour, serrated threat in his tone, and it begot the asshole to cower back in trepidation.Â
Pussy, Toji grimace. Albeit he was no saint himself but he absolutely despises the ilk of guys your ex filtered intoâboisterous and a bully to women, yet nothing but a trifling mutt in front of men.
A tug of his arm, and your limbs wrapped around his wretched him out of his state of visceral contempt. âTake me home!â you ineptly exclaimed, a gruntled grin on your adorable, roguish face.Â
Briefly riveting his baleful gaze onto the splayed male on the bitumen, Toji steered you uphill towards the parking lot as you clumsily tottered aside him.Â
The encounter with the small-dick fucker sure rendered him more understanding of your evening of outburst. Plus, for you to be cheated on that piece of work was truly the icing on the cake. âPoor you, huh?â
âForget âbout him! You were so cool I almost cummed right there and then,â you teasingly giggled as you peered at him through your heavy eyelids.Â
Fuckâitâs no good for you to be saying that with that look on your face.Â
His eyes rest ahead the road as you soon come to near the bright red C8 Corvette the woman heâs estranged with had previously gifted him, the car standing out amongst the parked vehicles like a sore thumb.Â
Your eyes scintillated in awe when the car luridly flashed and beeped in the night, âThatâs yours?!â you cried aloud, frisking all the way to the car, before stumbling over thin air and nearly jolting forward into a fall. Luckily, Toji was quick enough to catch you by your arm, saving your knee a painful event of bloody excoriation. âOopsie daisie.â
Cute, Toji chortled.Â
Jumping into the vehicle, the potent roar of the engine cut through the midnight air after youâve settled neatly in the passenger seat, the only thing missing was the safety belt that was supposed to secure your form. Reaching to your side, Tojiâs hand briefly brushed over your exposed thigh, the hem of your short dress riding up to merely cover your panty.Â
A soft, almost inaudible noise fled your lips, and his eyes laid on your face, the faint, intimate gold beam from the street lamp illuminating your glowing features. Your orbs were luminous through the dark, and it roused an innate lasciviousness that lay dormant in his core.Â
The liquor that flowed through your blood vessels had not quelled through the lapse of time, but it did not take away your clarity to feel the tension that electrified the air molecules into sweltering magnetism. And gosh do you want to snatch the constriction in the atmosphere and tear it through your canines.Â
âTouch me,â you whispered, so soft and vulnerable Toji could seemingly snap you in half with just a touch.Â
âYouâre drunk, princess,â he reminded, yet he remained unshifted over your smaller frame, his hand merely a molecule from your tempting flesh that sang for his warmth.Â
âNo,â you were firm. Something in you purled, bubbling a heavy, demanding need to have him devour you. ïżœïżœïżœI want you,â your breath was hot, scorchingly so; airy and desperate.Â
âYou want me?â his hand fell to your wrist, grasping your soft skin under his heavy hold, and guiding you over to his seat, straddling his lap. His gaze cut through your eyes, daubing pressure against your jumbled nerves, his intensity threatened to slice through the silky jugular of your vulnerability. And you nearly moaned under his eyes.
You gingerly nodded at him, and you thought the knit between your brows was enough to speak for your neediness.Â
His grip on your wrist tightened a fraction before you missed the heat radiating from his palm. âCareful, princess. You might regret this,â he had paved a way out, itâs a leave it or fuck it situation served beneath your fingertipâand all the atoms in your body leaped into the growling blaze in the abyss residing in his essence.Â
âPlease,â your voice was barely a note above a mumble, yet the weight of your single word mitigated any marshalled resistance in him.Â
His hands slid up your thighs, inching under your dress, sending tingles to your throbbing core. The intensity that radiated from him ceased to waver as he leaned against your neck, brushing against your skin as you gulped. Dark, ashen clouds drew above the emerald forest of his before he spoke, almost threateningly against your throat, âI want you to remember every single detail of this in the morning.â
With a breathless nod, you had swung the floodgates of your amenability open to his guttural thirst. The heavy, rapacious waves of your desires crash into superposition. You were the fuel and he was the fire, together the air detonated into space.Â
His wet lips met yours in a whim, sucking onto your flesh until it stung, greedily tasting every crook and cranny of your wet cavern with the bumps of his tongue. You moaned into his mouth as your hands flew to clutch onto his head, deepening the kiss to reach his insides while his rough fingers sank into the plump flesh of your ass.Â
Your lips burned with his saliva, and his tongue fluttered with yours. The atmosphere felt all-consuming, gripping onto your throat and restricting the air from flushing down your windpipe. Yet, your core pulsed between your thighs, an excited blaze slowly roaring into something bigger than you could handle.Â
Your chest rose and fell in a quick tempo when you snatched your lips away from his, grasping as much air as you could within a second before you dove right into him. Albeit your sight was hazy, you caught sight of the luminous flush that panned over his cheeks.Â
Pretty, pretty. You chanted in your head as your hands slid down to his clothes, clumsily popping the buttons off of the garment that kept the warmth of his skin away from your touch. You want him, you want him.Â
Your fingers nearly melted when they met his hot, sinewy chest, and Tojiâs teeth sank a little too hard into your bottom lip when you teased his nipples under your touch, innervating them hard with every flick. The salient bulge in his pants rolled against your folds, merely separated by an annoying piece of your underwear, and your moans jumbled into each otherâs mouths
âFuck, princess. Youâre driving me crazy,â Toji breathily groaned when your sloppy lips sundered apart, a hot string of mixed saliva connecting your swollen, red lips together. His large hands lifted your ass up into the air as he palmed them, the warmth from him sending a snuggly sensation through your body. âItâs no fun when only you get to tease.â
Your eyes playfully gleamed, before the light shot out of the crater of your orbsâhis finger pressed against your sodden panty, damp with arousal. The tingles shyly reached through your belly as he rubbed your hardening bud, and your body shuddered against his.Â
âYouâre not playing fair,â he murmured against your jaw, leaving trails of bruised kisses down your jugular. His hand left your heat just as the high came close to your clutch, leaving you with nothing but the lingering cold touches of his.Â
With a defeated sigh, you ground your knee against his growing hardness, your finger shyly rubbing against the clothed tip of the constrained mount, the spot slowly growing dark from amativeness.Â
Toji sunk deeper into the headrest as you touched him, his exposed chest ceaselessly rising and falling. His breath hitched in his throat when you twirled his sensitive nipple between your fingers; your heated exhales warming the side of his neck as his grip almost painfully firmed onto the fat of your ass.Â
You didnât allow his peaking orgasm to come through, forcing yourself off of his sore, throbbing erection, and your teeth bared into a dirty smile. âI am playing fair.â
âYou want to test me, princess?â he chuckled, the bassy timbre of his scratching the knot of an itch inside your ears. A gasp leaped out of your throat as your body jolted forward, his seat clicked backward to its maximum taut, âIâll make you cry for more.â
You found your back nestled in his stead, your thighs spread open with his calloused hand slipping down your supple flesh. His fingers tapped nearer and nearer to your heat, before slipping off your soiled panty.Â
âSo fuckinâ wet,â Toji sucked an inhale through his teeth as he leered at your dripping sexâthick, rough thumb fluttering friction on your clit once again. Your eyelids flitted shut as you softly moaned against the air, the smell of your arousal filled the confinement of the car; the scent nearly making him growl when it panged hard against his nostrils.Â
You watched as Toji slipped a thick finger into your velvety folds, feeling it trodding past your walls. Your heat snugly enveloped him as he filled your inside with another digit, his two fingers pressing, and running themselves over your slick cunny. âGotta stretch you good for me, princess.âÂ
Your back inched into the seat with a contented sigh, enjoying the build-up of ticklish pressure stacking up your tummy. Toji was ridiculously dexterous with his fingersâdeftly stroking your cunt, and quick to find the spot in you that innervated your pure senses with a ting.Â
âS-Shitââ your body was subservient to his touches; your spine curved into an arch, your toes curled tight and your fingernails dug into the flesh of his arm. âMâfeel so good. Tojiâfuck,â it was as if his fingers were gilded in Erosâ heavenly blessing, the godly grace spilling into your pleasure. Tears began prickling at the sides of your eyes from how hard you were squeezing them, your flailing legs kicking against the dashboard of his car.Â
âSo pretty when you cry,â Toji groaned under his breath, his damp restraints painfully throbbing from the way your squelching walls tightened around his fingersâoh, how he fucking wish it was his cock in you right there and then.Â
His touches were singing your walls into melting squirts of drool, pearls of arousal weeping between your thighs in the wake of his careful strokes. Never were you touched in such a way, and you felt like balling from how good it felt. âMâ close! Mâgonna cum! Oh my goshâ!â
âCome on. Cum for me, princess,â you could hear his smirk in his voice as pleasure kissed your senses, fluttering through your electrified nerves and sending a jolt of tingles all over your body. Your mouth was lax open into an âoâ, nails marking his skin as they sank deeper into his arm, and your walls tightly spasmed with a wave of rough euphoria cracking your bones weak. You fucking came from his mere fingers.Â
Your eyes bat open with your lips sundered from your pants, your face ardently glowing from your subduing high. âFuckâŠâ your wet thighs quivered from the sheer force of your orgasm, and you blinked in disbelief.Â
Over 2 decades of living and it was the first time cumming from a real man, not your fingers nor toys. But the brawny, sex-dripped male slipping your dress off of your spent body.Â
You almost fell in love.Â
Pushing him down the driverâs seat, you crawled over Tojiâs firm thighs, running your finger from his chest to his muscle-packed abdomen, then down to the wristband. You were flickering to take charge, and he sank down to your guidance, rough palms resting on your hips.Â
Your dress was off, divulging the bare curves of your body, sweat-glazed skin iridescent under the moonbeam and your sex-flushed features were begging for him. You look so, fucking, perfect that he had to bite down the need to ruin you on the spot.Â
His hips impatiently thrust upwards into your sticky cunt, grinding his pack against you, urgency in his essence demanding your heat. âDonât keep me waiting now,â he purred, with a silent warning tagging behind his words.Â
Your fingers tugged the waistband of his pants along with his briefs, a drive in you matching his pacing hastiness. His shaft sprang out of its painful confinement, and your eyes nearly popped out from the sheer look of his cock.Â
He was oozing with sticky pre-cum from his angry, red tip, throbbing veins ran from the base of his length to the curved headâthe size of him bigger than any youâve seen. The smell of his masculine essence hit your senses and a new pool of arousal began drawing in your tummy, your pussy walls squeezing in empty neediness.
âThereâs no backing out now, princess,â Tojiâs fingers firmly gripped onto your ass, lifting you over his cock, hovering.
âWho said Iâm backing out?â you gulped, before lowering yourself down, his fat cockhead kissing your pussy lips before your hips greedily sank down his length, oblivious to the crackle of tingles it would send to your nerves.
âCareful there,â he teased with a chuckle as you let out an instinctual gasp from the way his girth stretched past your velvety walls, the slick sound of your arousal-dripped cunt, and his heavy shaft bubbled into the air, and scorched your cheeks red.
âM-My goshâŠâ you cried as your hazy gaze fell to the bulge jutting from the inside of your tummy, your walls taut with his heavy cock buried inside you. âIâm sâfull, Toji.â
âMhm,â he cooed, brushing his hands over the sides of your smooth thighs. âBut you gotta start moving, baby.â
Gingerly, you lift your hips up before slowly inching them down his length. Your walls clenched as your sex rubbed friction, and you could feel every pulsing vein of his just as he could feel your fluttering warmth.
âFeel good, princess?â Toji asked breathily, your head faintly nodded, but there was a hint of a dubious glint in your fallen gaze, your knees lifting and sinking your weight.
âI need your helpâŠâ your voice cracked in disappointment as you paused, tears of frustration edging by your eyes. You couldnât seem to grasp a steady pace no matter how long you painfully rode.
âWhat dâya say?â
Your orbs looked as though they were melting off of your sweat-glazed skin, blinks of fervourish plea clawing from your drunken gaze into his. âPlease, Toji,â your voice hitched, and youâre humping his pelvis. âPleaseâŠI want to feel good.â
Aww. How fucking adorable.
You yelped when you felt yourself being raised and slammed down his cock, your folds burning with every stretch of your walls. And it feels so good. âY-YesâŠâ your eyes closed shut, fingers scrambling to grip his locks. âT-Tojiâmhaa!â
âYouâre so fuckinâ cute screaming my name,â the curve of his tip perfectly kissed your g-spot with each piston of his hips, and every time the twitching head of his meat met your gummy part, it sent a flash of electricity up your spine.
âS-Sho goodââ you slurred through your words, weighed head lolling idly to every thrust of his fat cock.
âNo one can get you dripping off their cock like this, huh?â
âMmhâyes!â the space between your brows was crumpled into a tensed frown, your hips bouncing up and down his thick girth with his hands guiding your pace. âI love it! I love your cock!â
Toji let out a low groan when you cried, bucking himself deeper into your sloppy mess of a cunt and kissing the surface of your cervix. âFuckâI love an honest girl.â
Your muscles nearly melted off of your bones as he continued to fucked himself deeper than youâve ever felt, reaching the parts you didnât know could be touched and your features dropped with his touches on your deep intimacy. A fierce sear of heat burned through your tingling womb, and it threatened to consume your body whole. âMâ cumminâ! Tojiâ!â
âI know, I know, let it out fâme. Come on,â he grunted, keeping his grip firm on your arms as he fucked himself hard and deep into you. He could feel your squelching cunny clench, so tight as for the purpose of milking him on the spot. âKeep bouncinâ on my cock, yeah?â
âNnghâNo more!â you squealed. âN-Noââ his thumb drew between your shaking thighs and greedily swiped over your blushing clit. Your fingernails sank into your palms as you gripped for dear sanity, his cock continuously violating your fluttering spots until they grew sore.
âI can make you feel better, princess,â he mumbled tinglingly against your neck, sinking his teeth down your flesh to hold back a shaky moan. His pleasure was inching to fly to release, and your tight clutch onto his shaft was nothing but a catalytic lure.
âSâ hurtsâplease!â your babbles were almost indecipherable as he rammed into your sore cunt, his fingers digging into your soft flesh holding onto you tenaciously; pushing you right to the edge of oblivion as he clung onto his nearing release.
âCum fâme again, baby?â
âMâcanât! Still sensitiveâ!â you cried before another orgasm shot through your core. You felt as if you were sent up into the ether, stars teeming through your body as the waves of pleasure sent you on a vertigo ride. Your gasps dragged through your lips, your eyelids hung heavily over your bleary eyes, with tears slipping down your hot cheeks.
âFuck, fuck, fuckâMâclose too, baby,â Toji swore through his bared teeth, his cock painfully twitching as thick semen surged through his tipâhis hips rolled as your cunt squeezed his remaining sanity, popping them like fireworks before they burst into nothingness.
Your essence squirted out of your tensed cunny, shooting with his mixed cum that dripped down his belly. Your breaths shaky and hot with heightened senses, your sticky sex pulsing in overstimulation.
Exhausted, you fell prostrated on top of his hard muscle-built body, head undulating with the ups and downs of his heaving chest. And slowly, your cognisance drifted back into your mind, the aftermath of everythingâthe alcohol and the sex, pummelled into you like a heavy truck. Unforgivingly so.
âTojiâŠI really feel like pukinââ
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#if i have one more fuxking dream about him im gonna k**#like ive been having dreams about him since we met but this is too much#and i get it im going through another breakup but girl pls dont do this#its so fuckn weird how realistic it was#like ik dreams are realistic but jfc#hanging out with friends while we drink and eat but bc im deeply deeply#antisocial i stay in the kitchen and handle the cooking and this mf stays with mr the whole time#like last time at our pal's bday the same thing happened we just stayed together and im not delusional#at least not that much to think its bc he l**** me but it was very fckn confusing!!#and this dream took fulll advantage bc he literally was like fondling my ass and then suddenly he began telling me about all the things#he'd do if we were dating like brooo#and then the cincher that actually scared me awake was how i was in the middle of making our salad#and i was asking him like hey how do you like your tomatoes (mid ass fondling btw) and then he somehow#got two stools and had me sit on the front one while he sat behind me and then he enveloped me in a massive hug#that covered my ears and then confessed how much he likes me and whatnot#đđlike homeboy said he didn't believe in love but now he kinda does and im like uhhhhh#and then i fcking woke up like aaaaahh#why would i dream about that and why did it make me so h**** like.....FUCK!#mind you this comes a few days after i chatted with my ex and cleared fhe the air and this mf asked if i wanted to go back to his like ummm#pls do not play with my feelings they're very delicate rn#anyway early morning rant is all#i even forgot i had this blog omg
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hate sex (is what you call it almost like you're trying to convince yourself) would go crazy with ex bf simon.
when he texts you at work that he's landing in 2 hours, you realize you forgot to block him after the breakup. that'd been almost a year ago. the last message you don't even bother reading. simply delete and block.
i'll see you at home.
when you finally go home after working a grueling corporate job that always leaves you with frayed nerves and your teeth on edge, you stand by the door, instantly realizing something's wrong different.
mud-caked boots sit by the door. the lights inside are on and when you walk in, you find out why.
simon's sprawled on your couch, asleep, his large frame making it seem like a child's bed instead of living room furniture. his snoring scrapes over your already tender nerves, thinning the already wisp-like thread of patience you're barely dangling from.
you grab a cushion and toss it at his head. (you do not miss the way he snores. it's like a hibernating bear in a cave. resounding. grating.)
"get up and get out."
to your astounding surprise, he doesn't. instead, he groggily asks what's for dinner. when you bark out, "nothing. i'm exhausted and going to sleep", he gets up with an agility no man his size should possess and blocks your path.
you've always loved hated the way he makes you feel small.
"either we eat takeout or i eat you out." that solves that. you've got boundaries to keep. maybe he'll eat his fill and piss off.
he doesn't. he eats you out anyway, legs perched on the kitchen counter as he slurps up your slick like a starved man at a bountiful feast. doesn't care that you're pelting his broad back with your small fists, slurring how much you hate him.
"course you do, pet."
he thinks your ire is endearing, like a spirited kitten that needs to expend their energy before settling down for the night. he makes you ride him on the couch, the burn of him stretching you feeling as intense as very first time he took you.
"tight cunt's forgotten me. it's alrigh', i'll carve out a space in 'ere jus' f'me." (again.)
when you sit flush on his thighs, balls pressed against your arse, he bucks up, feeling his cock in your throat, the oxygen stolen from your lungs.
"show me how much ya hate me."
(somewhere down the line, when your hair is damp with sweat and your neck's marked purple, he tells you that even if you don't like him, your cunt loves him. so much so it's gripping him like it never wants him to leave. so he doesn't. stays over for a night. then two. a week. a month. until it's time to go to work again.)
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The "old movies" of Blitz's traumatic memories went by really fast, so I slowed it down to .25 and watched it frame by frame to see what I could find. Here are the frames I found interesting.
The necklace. It's confirmed that this is the same one that his mother wore, and he found it in the fire. Maybe it fell off while she tried to escape the flames? We also see how it haunts him when her eyeball turns into it in his hallucination.
Cash throwing a hard fucking smack. Maybe after the fire? It kind of follows narratively, but I couldn't get much from the background. Or maybe it's earlier? Either way, our theories that Cash was physically abusive are confirmed. Fuck him.
Two cute M&M moments. I've felt for a while that when they got together it really messed with Blitz's world. The second one looks familiar. Is it from Exes and Oh's right before he hugs them and acts invasive about Chaz? Either way, his hands are reached out. He feels like a third wheel since they became a couple. So it seems like a lot of his creepy behavior comes down to feeling abandoned by his friends and trying to SOMEHOW be close to them in the only way he knows how to do so safely (being sexual and joking).
This moment with Loona at the end of Seeing Stars. The rage in her face. This was played for laughs mostly (Loona refusing the hug and kicking him in the balls) but maybe it was actually hurtful? Seems like it stuck with him. Seems like he fears that Loona actually resents him (so these two need a talk too eeek).
Barbie. Yepppppp. I can't decide whether this is in Unhappy Campers or from an earlier time.
ALL the Stolas moments. Is it reading into it too much to notice that in all of the moments before Blitz raged in The Full Moon, Stolas is looking at him, and in all of the moments after, he's looking away? Regardless, these are all really upsetting moments for Blitz. And the sheer number of them says something about how fresh and painful the breakup still is for him. HOPING they reunite and make some progress on this next episode. :(
I love the role that Blitz's HANDS play in these glimpses into his traumatic moments. He's never touching anyone, and often reaching or pulling back, or touching an object instead. He has so much love in him, and he's so lonely.
Updates, for anyone who's seeing this from the original post. Thanks to those who pointed these out.
Blitz's hands are burned when Cash smacks him, so it's from after the fire.
The M&M moments are from Murder Family and Truth Seekers.
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emergency contact | park sunghoon x reader
prompt: weeks after your breakup, sunghoon finds out that heâs still your emergency contact. pairing: non-idol sunghoon x implied female reader genre: angst with hopeful/happy? ending; second chance romance??; exes to lovers??? word count: 2800 note: iâve had a cute fic idea that i wanted to write foreverâŠbut this is not it. the sad demons have visited me once again. hope yâall enjoy nevertheless and any feedback is much appreciated <3
sunghoon was miserable.Â
it had been three weeks, five days, two hours, and thirty-two minutes since the two of you had gone no contact.
he wished he could say he was happy to be single, that he was no longer âlocked downâ and âwhippedâ as his friends had always called him. but the so-called âfreedomâ felt like hell since it meant losing you.
at first, he kept telling himself that time would heal the pain. âitâs natural,â he had repeated like a mantra, âshe was your best friend and lover for years.â but no, this heartbreak was inhumane. his desire to see you, apologize endlessly, and spend days holding you until you could feel every ounce of his love was gnawing at his soul. if anything, it got worse by the minute.
he had tried so hard to balance work and the rest of his life, using the excuse several times that he was securing this future for your shared life with him. that one day, youâd be able to reap the rewards of his efforts and live comfortably together without stress.
but what was the use of all of that now? the future he had worked so hard to create was ripped out from his hands by no one other than himself.Â
you had accused him of being too busy for you. dates canceled at the last minute, a birthday forgotten, and all the texts left on read had built up to the argument that ended it all. he was always good at fighting, a little too good. he had retorted that you werenât being supportive, and he was never one to sugarcoat his words. his tongue was sharp, and he did nothing to dull its blade.
but there wasnât too much yelling on your part, and he thought that that hurt more. he wanted you to fight back, to stand your ground because he knew deep down that he was being the asshole. his toxic thought was that by you fighting back, this meant that you were still fighting for your relationship. but instead, you just stared with silent tears and a blank expression. seeing the indifference in eyes that had previously held so much love was a sight that would stay with him forever. so, in fear of you leaving, he ran instead.
he was a coward, leaving your shared home to run back to the apartment he had still technically owned but hadnât lived in for more than a year. he locked himself away for a few days, but the realization that you hadnât attempted to contact him burned more than he could put into words. you were done with him. he had hurt you, had the audacity to be the one to run, and now he had lost you.
he had even run from his job. he couldnât stand to walk into the same building he stayed in when he forgot dates with you. his coworkers wouldnât stop asking what happened to him, why he looked so rough. he even found an empty container that had once held lunch you made for him. but his final straw was getting promoted. his first instinct was to call you, but he remembered the sad truth before he could dial. any ounce of pride was washed away with shame in that moment. that same day, he quit without notice.
so there he was: miserable, alone, and unemployed with nothing left to run from but memories. he had spent the last week going through his phone and saving your pictures together in a locked album. he wouldnât dare delete them, but he couldnât stomach looking at you either.
he wished he could get drunk and sleep away the pain. he had tried, he definitely did - but that night, he dreamt of you. you were smiling at first, eyes ever full of love. you were speaking, yet he couldnât hear you. but he could see how your words started to gradually look sadder, and slowly, tears started to fall as your grin dropped. he woke up that next morning crying with the conclusion that he would have to face this heartbreak sober.
but another day of scrolling through albums had stopped abruptly when he saw the notification that changed everything.
SOS i called emergency services from this approximate location after my watch detected a hard fall. you are receiving this message because i have you listed as my emergency contact.
sunghoon had to remind himself to breathe.
he had purchased that watch for you as a âjust becauseâ present months ago. you had complained of bad sleep and he wanted you to use it as a way to track your slumber. he hated seeing you tired. he knew that the watch had a fall detection function, but it had never been used before.
his heart was in his stomach as he went to his favorite contacts page and selected your name for the first time in weeks.
âplease,â he begged, all notion of running away from you leaving his brain, âpick up please.â
but you just werenât answering. so he tried again and again and again.
for a moment while the line attempted to connect, he wondered if this was how he had made you feel for months - desperate for a sliver of attention from him. but instead, he was desperate for a sign of life.
finally, after about two minutes of trying to reach you, his body moved of its own accord. before he knew it, his car keys were in his hands and he was out the door.
the car ride there might have been the worst part. the speed at which he drove at almost defied the laws of physics. other drivers were cursing at him but he wasnât registering anything except the thought of your safety. he just needed to get to you.
why did he run? why didnât he try to talk it out? if he was so afraid of losing you, why did he do the one thing that would guarantee that? he should have been there like he promised to be from the beginning. you would have been safe with him.
when he pulled up to the house you had shared for so long, he suddenly felt the world slow down. why were emergency services there? you shouldâve canceled them by now.
he had to double park as the ambulance was blocking the driveway. why were they here?
the emts and police had arrived at the same time as him, which both increased his anxiety and soothed him. for one, that meant he had been quick enough. but why did you need them?
âsir, do you knowââ an officer had approached him as he stumbled to the front door. all he could understand was your name. why were they asking if he knew you? of course he knew you. you, the love of his life. you, his soulmate by every meaning of the word. you were you. and you were safe.
as if sensing his distress, he felt an emt worker pull him to the side as the same officer prepared to break down the door. seeing this, sunghoon finally returned to his senses.
âw-wait! sorry, i have a key.â sunghoonâs hands were shaking. the only way that door had unlocked was by pure muscle memory because he didnât understand what he was doing at all.
as soon as the door opened, sunghoon tried to step in. finally, he was close to you.Â
the officer, however, pulled him back.
âsir, you should wait here. we need to make an initial search before you can go in.â
âwhat, why? if sheâs in there, i want to seeââ
âsir, itâs just in case we find something we wouldnât want you to see.â
all of sunghoonâs hesitation and fear went out the window at those words. his body flew automatically as he ran inside.
he screamed your name as he rushed in, ignoring the yells of the police officers who followed him in. as it had been for almost four weeks, his only thought was you. he just needed you.
he checked the ground floor first, eyes scanning the open space in less than a second as his body avoided an officer trying to grab him. sunghoon then moved to the staircase, long legs prepared to skip steps to reach you. then suddenly, he heard the voice his ears had been longing for,
âsunghoon?!â
his head shot up. there you were, finally. he saw the sadness, confusion, and fear all flash your face as you registered the emergency workers behind him. you looked exhausted and unruly, but he had never felt more in love.
he didnât even remember climbing the steps, but suddenly he was at the top of the staircase and you were in his arms.Â
you could feel him trembling as he held you. you took his face into your hands to look at him, âsunghoon? whatâs wrong? why are you here? is it my parents? is someone hurt?â you watched as his mouth opened but no words came out. after a few seconds, one of the officers spoke from the bottom of the steps,
âmaâam, we received an alert from your device that a hard fall had occurred.â
suddenly, you understood everything. taking sunghoonâs hand gently, you led him down the stairs, afraid heâd fall from shock. he followed you silently, but his grip tightened seemingly with every step.
thatâs when you noticed your shattered watch on the third step.
you let sunghoon go and you could hear his deep breath when you did. you picked up the watch and offered it up to the officer as an explanation, âiâm sorry officer, it looks like thereâs been a misunderstandingâŠâ
the officer nodded in understanding, and dismissed the emts, âgot it, maâam. we will still need a formal report for our records since this was registered as an emergency call.â he motioned to your couch as he took out a pen and paper.
you reached for sunghoonâs hand once more and led him to sit with you. in the moment, you knew he needed you more than you would ever understand. so, as you explained to the officer, you held his trembling hand, rubbing soothing circles with your thumb.
âi was doing laundry here downstairs and had taken off my watch to prevent it from getting wet,â you recounted, âi put it on top of the basket of clothes that i took upstairs. i remember tripping a little going up the stairs - i didnât fall, but that mustâve been when the watch fell."
"what about your phone, where is it? i'm sure your boyfriend must've tried to call you."
sunghoon slowly nodded at that, turning to look at you. you smiled sheepishly, "i left it upstairs and it was on silent while i folded the clothes. iâm so sorry for the inconvenience.â
after finishing up your statement, the remaining officer prepared to leave. as he walked out the door, he gave a soft smile to the both of you,
âglad to see it was a false alarm, maâam. you had this gentleman quite worried - ran so fast i couldnât even grab him!â the officer laughed, âyou two have a nice day now! sorry about your watch, though!â
after he shut your door, the silence enveloped your home. you closed your eyes and breathed deeply to prepare to speak to your ex-boyfriend. but as soon as you opened them, sunghoon started to cry softly.
he hugged you tighter than he ever had, and soon enough, his face was buried in your neck. his cries were silent, but you could feel his body shaking as his tears soaked your shirt.
âsunghoonâŠâ you started, stroking his back, âiâm sorry i worried you, honey.â
you knew you shouldnât be calling your ex pet names, especially an ex that had run from you without properly ending the relationship. but your heart still held so much love for him that it flowed out naturally. and you knew he was crying from more than just worry, so you doubt he minded at all in the moment.
his crying slowed down as his arms took to loosely wrapping around your waist instead. he pulled away from your neck to rest his forehead on yours. from this angle, you could see his swollen eyes and red nose - a sight so rare in all the years you had dated. he was never a crier after all.
but memories of several late-night conversations rushed your mind. he always said his number one fear was your death, and now you could see he had never lied about that.
he could see your mind go elsewhere so he called your name softly, âdonât say youâre sorry. iâm so happy, these are relieved tears. and i just really, really missed you.â he croaked out. you knew he had more to say, so you just nodded, letting him go on.
âand iâm sorry, baby. for everything. i shouldnât have run, i shouldnât have tried to egg you on to fight me back. i shouldnât have even fought anything you said that night. you were right. i didnât prioritize you. in my attempt to secure you for life, i let you go instead. iâm so sorry, i never wanted to break up.â he was rambling in earnest now, afraid that no words would make you take him back.
you listened quietly as he went on for a few minutes after that, hand continuing to rub his back, âi know honey, i know.â
âbaby, you need to understand that i almost died thinking you almost died today,â you couldâve laughed at how dramatically he spoke, âi couldnât breathe right thinking that our last conversation couldâve been an argument. that you wouldn't have ever known just how deeply i love you and need you. i have so much regret for how i treated you, but if youâd give me the chance, i have all the time in the world to make it up to youâŠletâs go on that vacation i promised you. we can leave tomorrow if youâd like.â he smiled hopefully at you.
âhoon,â his heart soared at the use of his beloved nickname, âwhat do you mean? donât you have work? can you really leave with such short notice?â
âi quit my job.â
âexcuse me?â
âno job that made me work that much is worth it. iâll find one with better work-life balanceâŠafter our vacation. if thatâs what you still want of courseâŠâ he spoke more quietly, as if afraid of rejection.
you sighed. you really should be realistic with this - you two had been broken up for a few weeks at that point. you knew the love was still there, but was this a good decision?
while there was still some hesitation on your part, you couldn't help but notice how gingerly he held you. his arms were still around your waist loosely, yet there was something desperate about their hold. you knew he was holding back from hurting you - you could tell how tightly he wanted to hug you.
he was so shaken up at the idea of you being hurt that he rushed over there despite the two of you not being on speaking terms. for someone who had trouble communicating how he felt sometimes, you knew his actions spoke louder than words. he always acted brave, but there was so much he feared. and you knew losing you was always at the top of this list.
you could also feel how he was simply soaking in the sight of your face. his eyes were shy, yet determined. he wasn't going to risk missing another second of staring at you. a part of you grew conscious, but you knew he was just taking in what he had missed for weeks.
âwhat aboutâŠâ you started and almost giggled at how he perked up, âwe take it slow - another two weeks or so to talk everything out and relax? to get us to a good place again before you hold me hostage in some foreign country?â
sunghoon smiled softly, kissing your forehead. you leaned in naturally to his warmth, to his touch that you missed so much. âthat sounds like a great idea, love.â he spoke, âweâll get you a new watch too. and iâll do all the itinerary planning and packing whenever youâre ready, okay? i love you.â
âokay. and i love you too. canât wait to enjoy your unemployment with you for now!â
one smile and nod from you had him taking you into his arms once more, relishing in your being. he was back where he belonged. he had experienced the scariest reminder ever that he needed you, and sunghoon was never letting you go now.
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lando norris x fem!reader ( fc: sabrina carpenter )
in which y/n y/l/n breaks up with her cheating boyfriend and fans are rooting for her and lando norris to get together.
warning: swearing, fluff, the timelines of song releases and races are not in order, cheating with multiple people, breakups, relationships, some spelling errors or grammatical errors. lemme know if thereâs anything I missed xx
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music.f1gossip are lando norris and y/n y/l/n dating?
itâs known that y/l/nâs recent breakup was one that didnât end happily because of her ex boyfriendâs infidelity. y/l/n made a story a few weeks after the breakup stating âhe had three different side pieces during the whole relationshipâ which left fans absolutely shocked.
her ex has been getting a lot of hate from y/l/nâs fanbase to a point where he blocked his comments. he has been flaunting around his new girlfriend since the breakup all while texting y/l/n to take him back which we saw because y/l/n posted their messages on her story as seen above.
however, her next story was one with lando norris which was captioned âmy saviour frâ which many speculated it was a mention to norris supporting y/l/n during the breakup and defending her from hate comments that she received. she then made a story showing she was at the miami grand prix.
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in recent times, norris has been so called âflirtingâ with y/l/n in her instagram comments which has left both their fans going crazy.
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LEAVE THE WARMEST BED IâVE EVER KNOWN
katsuki bakugou x reader
on a cold winter night, you gain news that your ex boyfriend and pro-hero dynamight has returned from a work trip out of the country. coincidentally, heâs calling your phone right now.
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inspired by âtis the damn season
everything you learned about katsuki while he was away was against your will.
following in all mightâs footsteps, and right after one messy, icy breakup, katsuki left to do hero work in the united states. if you wanted to know who he was hanging with, what girls he was supposedly kissing, or who he was replacing you with, you could have asked. seeing his life in footnotes, on instagram stories and through headlines was the kind of cold that fogged up windshield glass.
theres a lingering ache in your heart, put there by the ache in katsukiâs.
your breakup felt inevitable, more than anything. circumstances, timing, stress⊠one second, heâs loving you. the next, heâs telling you he needs to think things through. and right after that, heâs on a plane to los angeles with kirishima.
it was almost nice, not having to see him at the agency or anywhere else. you wouldnât be tempted to call his phone, since the international bill would only break your heart more. you couldnât go to his apartment because itâd be empty- if youâre not counting the phantoms of lost love.
the 2 weeks he was gone felt like an eternity on your end. you blamed the time zones, though you knew they werenât capable of freezing time and making your heart ache more each minute.
and with the first snowfall of the season, katsuki bakugou lands back in his home country.
he thanks the attendants in his private jet, shoving his already warm hand into his pockets as he steps out into the brisk air. its colder than he remembered, as if the world felt the same loneliness he was experiencing.
its 10pm, and the snow is glistening against the moonlight like a mirrorball. the sky is blanketed by clouds, a pink hue washing over katsuki as he steps out of the airport and into the night.
he stares at his contacts for a second. he intends on calling an uber.
but either his thumb slipped, or he missed you too much to care about the cold pricking his fingertips. each could be true.
youâre in the process of turning up your heater when your phone lights up through the dark. fingers peeking out the sleeve of your sweater grasp the device, nearly dropping it to the floor when you see whoâs trying to reach you.
as if on instinct, your thumb hovers over the green button, before ultimately letting it go to voice mail.
after a hot shower to drown out the chill, you find him calling again. this time, you sit on the edge of your bed, finally resigning to pick up.
you donât say anything first, wanting to hear him first. maybe you had to make sure this wasnât some twisted dream.
ââŠhey babe.â katsuki says, his gruff voice lingering with a soreness in his throat that can only come from prolonged exposure to the cold. that, paired witb the familiar nickname despite the circumstances, makes you clutch your phone.
âhey, kats.â you say, shifting on your bed to get comfortable. after all, any emotional night with katsuki bakugo was destined to be long.
âwhen did you land?â you ask, fiddling with your fingers. you hope he doesnât hear the trepidation in your voice.
âan hour ago.â he says, stifling a sniffle like a child would. you almost laugh, knowing him too well. he wasnât the kind of guy you could forget easily.
âi just needed to hear your voice.â he admits, more to himself than to you. crimson eyes watch the way the snowflakes fall to the ground, dancing around in the wind. he remembers how much you love snowflakes. how youâd always try to catch them on your tongue, and how stupid he thought it was. the things heâd give to go back to that.
the uncharacteristic vulnerability in his voice makes your eyes water. it was something about the cold that brought out the aches in people. like holidays that linger like bad perfume, you both could run from the hurt before getting lost in the snow. you escaped into your warm apartment, away from the world, while katsuki escaped into crowds of adoring fans away from home.
whats funny is that both of you remember how the other left.
the cold air pricks at katsukiâs fingers while he waits for a response. he almost thinks the connections gone out, when in truth, your holding back tears.
with a shaky sigh, you speak. âlets⊠call it even, then.â you whisper, but heâs captivated by your words like a firework show. âi wanted to hear you, too.â
the breath of relief katsuki lets out can be seen in the cold, night air.
there was about 100 thrown out letters you wished you could send him. you could vomit words onto paper, send them out into the winter air and let the wind deliver your confessions to him.
and honestly, he wants you to. more than anything, he wants to sleep in with you, pull the blankets over that shield you from the cold just for old time sake. and if you donât want him to stay this time, then he wonât ask you to wait.
if this doesnât work out, heâll go back to LA. heâll let his so called fans write books and stories about him, about his heroism and his nobility without knowing how much his heart hurts on the inside. theyâll wonder about the only soul who knows what that hurt feels like. the only soul who knows all the smiles heâs faking: you.
he hopes that he only breaks his own heart, wanting to spare you from it. if he could, heâd leave you the warmest bed youâve ever known. heâd call you babe for the weekend, and love you warm against the winter chill.
if somewhere, in his heart, katsukiâs love for you despite the breakup remained the same, then it was the same for you, too. if its okay with you, its okay with him. you could call it even. youâre missing his smile, and you want him to hear you out.
you might have to, with what heâs about to say next.
ââŠiâm outside, babe.â
part 2 soon đ«§
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I've missed you.
pairings: Rio Vidal x Reader
word count: 1.9k
synopsis: Your ex comes back at your doorstep.
warnings: smut, vaginal fingering, face sitting, multiple orgasms, teasing, strap on use, oral sex (r receiving), top!Rio, bottom!reader, modern au without the witch stuff, toxic ex, breakups, slight angst if you squint, squirting, so much porn, a bit of yandere!Rio, possessive and obsessed mention, strap on referred to as a cock/dick, age gap, r is in their early twenties and Rio is older, bit of soft Rio but I love her mean.
It was your usual friday night, the week had ended and work was over for the weekend, you got to relax, do whatever you wanted to do, get things done, it wasnât like you went out partying a lot like your other friends did, always trying to convince you to join them for a couple of drinks after your shift. You just werenât always feeling it.Â
But tonight you went out.Â
Having both Natasha and Yelena talk you into it was easy enough for them, it was hard to deny them both, you loved them, they were complete idiots, matching each others personality perfectly while also being different in their own styles, most wouldnât even guess they were sisters.Â
You actually first met them years ago when the three of you were still kids. Natasha being the oldest and Yelena the baby of the trio. They treated you like you were their own sibling that they looked after, you really did love them a lot and they knew that.Â
This week's work schedule was rather intense and stressful, your anxiety building up and getting rather worse, as you probably had to look into changing your meds that you were currently on as they werenât doing what they were supposed to do anymore. Work has taken up so much of your time that you hadnât had much of a personal life, you donât even remember the last time you went out, like actually out, out of the apartment, aside from going for a walk doesn't really count, you felt as though youâve been stuck inside every time you finish work. Which isn't a bad thing. Rest is good, needed, but for some reason you end up craving to be social and around your friends every so often.Â
And tonight you just missed being around them.Â
They never failed to cheer you up, make you laugh, they were seriously the best friends you could ask for.Â
They were the very friends who convinced you to break up with your ex girlfriend, that was mostly you, but they helped a lot.Â
Rio.Â
God, even just thinking about her makes your stomach do a flip and your heart skips in your chest, she still has such a strong effect on you that you knew if she was here youâd probably do anything she tells you to do right then and there.Â
Shamelessly.Â
And willingly.Â
She was your first girlfriend that youâve ever had in your early twenties, she was older than you, which your friends claimed was a red flag alone, with the power imbalance and the age gap, but you didnât think so.Â
Since in the beginning it was paradise.Â
She was the absolute best most beautiful girl you had the privilege of calling her yours, sure, she was overly possessive at times, even really protective, always checking everything you do, asking where you went always, no matter the time and place, always just there, it got too much before you knew it.Â
She would even threaten some of your colleagues, making assumptions that they were flirting with you, making a move on you, from the way they stared at you, god, it was like no one was allowed near you.Â
But you loved Rio. You loved her to death.Â
After your rough breakup, you came to wonder if she used that against you, how naive you could be, since she was your first girlfriend, she took advantage of you.Â
She knew how inexperienced you were, you had just started your new job when you first met, every time you had an issue with your co worker or your boss, sheâd always listen, she was always there, but now when you look back, it felt weird, you couldnât put your finger on it, but it was like she got off on it.Â
How you relied on her so much.Â
It wasnât healthy. And yet you couldn't lie to yourself when you also liked it.Â
How much control she had over you, how much of an impact she had, how easily influenced you were by you. If it werenât for your friends, youâd probably be in a much shitter situation now.Â
On nights like this, you canât help but miss her.Â
Your would be anniversary is coming up, you were always the one to plan it, she wasnât the one to make big gestures, but she did some things. Your heart ached when you had found a sweater of hers she left behind one night as it still smelled like her, you wear it more than you should.Â
Your phone suddenly started ringing, startling you as you looked at it, seeing it was Natasha calling, you almost forgot about the plans for tonight as you were so deep in thought of your ex that you realised you should be leaving soon, before you could even answer, there was a knock at your door.Â
Weird.Â
Natasha was the type to randomly show up even if she called, it didnât matter, but sheâd also just send a text, letting you know sheâs here, you werenât expecting company, you almost wanted to ignore it, there was a part of you that was curious.Â
And that won you over.Â
Getting up from your couch, you walked towards the door, letting in a breath in and out, your hand reaching out to the doorknob as you twisted it, definitely not expecting her.Â
âRio?â you said, your eyes widening as your mouth hung open.Â
She chuckled.Â
âBetter close that mouth before a fly gets in itâ she smiles, you immediately shut your mouth, she used to always say that.Â
You noticed the way she was staring at you, the way her eyes roamed shamelessly over your body, you stood there, still not sure what to do.Â
âWow, you look good, going somewhere?â she asks, allowing herself into the apartment as you frowned.Â
âRio, what the fuck?-â you muttered.Â
She kept eyeing you up and down, a smirk at her lips as she watched you, you started getting flustered from her gaze, of course, she decided to show up when you thought about her.Â
âWhat do you wantâ you asked, slightly annoyed.Â
She stepped closer, too close, as you licked at your lips, not meaning to, just a stupid habit, and she leaned in, smelling you as you gasped, pushing her off of you. She laughed.Â
âDid you miss me, sweetheart?â she grinned, her hand coming up as she caressed your cheek, your body shuddered from her touch, you missed her.Â
âRio, w-why the fuck are you hereâ you asked, stuttering over your own words as your cheeks heated up in embarrassment.Â
She cooed, cupping your face in her hand, gripping tightly, she licked her own lips this time, you stared at her tongue more than you should. She saw that. The smell of her perfume overwhelmed you as sheâd always wear that specific one, you wanted to feel her. She got onto that pretty quickly, as before you could ask her another question, she pressed her lips to yours.Â
She didnât even give you a chance to speak, you couldnât stop yourself from moaning as she kissed harder, her tongue going inside yours, making you gasp as you held onto her, she chuckled, deliberately placing her leg in between your thighs and pressing it against your core, you whimpered from the pressure, you didnât like all this teasing she does, you missed her too much to tell her to stop.Â
You started grinding your hips down on her thigh, as you desperately chased after your high, your entire body burning with want. You didnât even know what the hell you were doing and why Rio was suddenly in your apartment after a year of not seeing her. Did she ignore the fact that you broke up with her? Why the fuck is she fucking you like itâs a normal friday night.Â
Not that you were complaining either way.Â
âHm, I need more of you, babyâ she murmured, her voice sending a chill down your spine as you felt her kiss along your neck, sucking at your pulse. You wrapped your hands around her neck, pulling her in closer, afraid if you blinked sheâd be gone. âShhh, Iâve got you, sweetheart, you wanna lay down for me?â she asked softly, pressing a kiss on your lips as she placed you down onto the couch, gently, still kissing down your chest and further. âIâve missed you.âÂ
You couldnât even form a proper sentence or even mumble a reply back, still focused on the way she was touching you. You allowed her to take off your dress that you were going to wear to the club tonight, but youâd much prefer this. She forced your legs apart, taking off your underwear that was already soaked through, she groaned at the sight, Rio grinned, leaning in as she licked up your pussy, causing you to cry out.Â
She teased at your clit with her finger, rubbing circles and adding more pressure, pleasure boiling up inside your body as you felt like you were on cloud nine. Your cunt throbbed the more she licked and sucked, she was so good with her mouth, it was one of the things you love her doing to you after the two of you would get into an argument and sheâd fuck you with her tongue.Â
Your hands gripped at her hair, which was soft, just as you remembered, you were a whining mess, tightening your grip as you rode on her face. She didnât stop until she got her fill, she easily pushed her finger inside of you, she was always amazed at how wet you were for her. She felt your thighs begin to shake, she watched your face contorted into pleasure as she admired you. It wasnât long until you broke, you loudly cried out and she still didnât stop, letting you feel out your high.Â
She removed herself from you, immediately stripping herself from her clothes as you watched in a dazed state, she smirked, her hair a mess, Rio grabbed out her fake cock, eyeing you, letting you back out now, when you didnât, she leaned back in, kissing your lips as she wrapped her hand around her cock, pressing it against your entrance as you whimpered, pushing hips down onto it. Rio used some of your wetness as lube, easily enough the cock eased into your pussy, she groaned, slowly moving her hips as your hands grabbed at her back, your nails digging into her.Â
âFuck baby, you feel so goodâ she moaned, âYou gonna come on my cock? Yeah? No one else can fuck you like I can, this pussy is mine, right baby?â she said, watching as you nod, she loved how she can fuck you sensless to the point where you canât even speak.Â
You held onto her tightly as you came faster than before, you gasped, feeling like youâve wet yourself, as you opened your eyes, embarrassment hitting you but you were surprised as you saw that you had squirted over Rioâs dick, as it was still coming, she chuckled, looking impressed as her eyes filled with lust.Â
âYou really missed me, huh?â she teased, your cheeks burned as you couldnât believe what just happened, all of it feeling like it was a dream.Â
And even if it was, you never wanted to wake up ever again.
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Overstimulation
â Synopsis: After a breakup, you confide in Mingyu about your ex-boyfriend's reluctance to indulge one of your fetishes. To your surprise, Mingyu eagerly offers to help you explore and practice it. â WC: 3.9k â WARNINGS: Smut, dirty talk, overstimulation (m. receiving), fetish explorations, mentions of body fluids, finger riding (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), oral sex (m. receiving), rough sex, multiple orgasms and etc.
You and Mingyu had been inseparable since childhood, sharing everything from secrets to dreams. He was your rock, your confidant, your best friend. As the years went by, your bond only grew stronger, weathering the storms of life together.
But as you entered into a long-term relationship with a guy, things began to change. You found yourself craving new experiences, wanting to explore the world outside the confines of your relationship. You started to feel restless, curious about what else was out there.
One evening, after you broke up with the same person, you found yourself opening up to Mingyu about your desires. "I loved him," you began, hesitantly. "But sometimes I wondered what it would be like to be with someone else, to have different experiences, especially in bed."
Mingyu listened quietly, his eyes full of understanding. "I get it," he said softly. "It's natural to want to explore, to learn and grow. And you shouldn't feel guilty for wanting that."
You felt a weight lift off your shoulders at his words. For the first time, you didn't feel judged or condemned for your thoughts. Mingyu was there, offering his support without hesitation.
He encouraged you to meet new people, to broaden your horizons, and to step out of your comfort zone. Mingyu was like a guiding light, leading you through the maze of uncertainty with unwavering support.
He introduced you to his friends, a diverse group with different backgrounds and personalities. Mingyu's vast list of contacts became your ticket to new experiences, as you found yourself going on dates with intriguing individuals from all walks of life.
He never judged you for wanting more; instead, he cheered you on, urging you to chase after your desires with unwavering determination.
"Do you have any fetishes?" he asked, his voice laced with genuine interest.
Your eyes widened slightly at the question, surprised by its suddenness. You shifted in your seat, contemplating how to respond. After a moment of hesitation, you decided to trust Mingyu with this intimate detail.
"Uh, fetishes? Well, I mean, doesn't everyone have something they're into?" you replied, trying to play it cool.
Mingyu chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, pretty much. So spill the beans, what's yours?"
Feeling a bit bashful, you hesitated for a moment before deciding to be honest. "Well, I've always been intrigued by overstimulation," you admitted, your cheeks flushing pink.
Mingyu's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Overstimulation, huh? That's actually pretty light," he remarked, his tone nonchalant.
You couldn't help but chuckle at his reaction. "Yeah, I guess so," you replied, relieved that he didn't seem fazed by your confession.
Then, after a moment of silence, you couldn't resist adding with a mischievous grin, "Actually, I've always wanted to be the one doing the overstimulating."
Mingyu's eyes widened in shock, his mouth falling open in disbelief. "Wait, what?!" he sputtered, clearly caught off guard by your revelation. "I thought you were a pillow princess!"Â
You gasped dramatically, pretending to be offended. "A pillow princess? Me? How dare you, Mingyu!"
Mingyu threw his head back with laughter, clearly amused by your exaggerated reaction. "Come on, you can't deny it. You give off those vibes sometimes."
You raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in your eye. "Oh, so you think I'm just lying back and letting everyone else do the work, huh? I'll have you know I can be quite the opposite."
Mingyu laughed, realizing he had walked right into your trap. "Okay, okay, I get it. You're not a pillow princess. You're a... pillow queen?"
You rolled your eyes, swatting him playfully with a nearby cushion. "Oh, please. I'm more like a pillow ninja."
Mingyu doubled over with laughter, unable to contain himself. "Pillow ninja? I love it! Consider me impressed, oh mighty pillow ninja."
You raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of your lips. "Oh, I see how it is. You think you know me so well, huh?"
Mingyu's grin widened as he leaned back against the couch. "Hey, I'm just going by what you told me. But if you're saying there's more to you than meets the eye..."
You nodded emphatically, a mischievous gleam in your eyes. "Oh, there's definitely more to me than meets the eye."
"So, you're telling me you've got some hidden talents, huh?" Mingyu's voice was low, dripping with seductive undertones.
You grinned, leaning in closer to meet his gaze. "Oh, you have no idea," you replied, your voice laced with a hint of mischief.
Mingyu's eyebrow arched teasingly as he closed the distance between you, his breath warm against your ear. "Well, then, why don't you show me?" he murmured, his words sending a thrill coursing through you.
You bit your lip, a coy smile playing on your lips. "Maybe I will," you teased back, your heart racing with excitement.
The air crackled with anticipation as Mingyu leaned back, his eyes dancing with playful desire. "I can't wait," he whispered, his voice sending shivers down your spine.
With a daring grin, you leaned in closer, your breath mingling with Mingyu's as you whispered, "But first, let's see if you can handle what I have in store."
Mingyu's eyes widened in playful challenge, his smirk growing even wider. "Oh, I'm more than ready for whatever you have planned," he shot back, his voice thick with anticipation.
You chuckled softly, feeling a surge of confidence coursing through you. "We'll see about that," you teased, trailing a finger lightly along Mingyu's jawline, relishing the way his breath hitched in response.
The tension between you crackled with electricity as Mingyu's gaze darkened with desire. With a swift movement, he pulled you closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours.
"Show me," he murmured, his voice husky with need.
our lips collided in a fiery embrace, tongues tangling hungrily as desire surged between you. Mingyu's hands gripped your waist with a fervent urgency, pulling you closer until there was barely any space left between your bodies.
With each passionate kiss, the world around you faded into obscurity, leaving only the electric connection between you and Mingyu. His lips moved against yours with a delicious rhythm, igniting a firestorm of need deep within your core.
As you melted into his touch, the sensation of his lips against your skin sent sparks of pleasure coursing through your veins. Every brush, every graze, every kiss left your skin tingling with a raw and primal hunger.
Breathless and needy, you broke apart for a moment, gasping for air as Mingyu's eyes burned with desire. But the pause was fleeting, as his lips crashed against yours once more, hungry and demanding.
With lips locked in a feverish embrace, you and Mingyu stumbled towards the bedroom, shedding clothes haphazardly along the way. T-shirts and jeans were discarded on the floor of the apartment hallway, forgotten in the heat of the moment.
As you bumped into furniture, knocking over a lamp in your haste, Mingyu groaned softly against your lips, the sound sending shivers down your spine. But you couldn't stop now, not when the desire between you burned so fiercely.
Hands roamed eagerly over heated skin, fingers tangling in hair as you pressed closer, eager to savor every moment of this. The world around you faded into a blur as you reached the bedroom, stumbling onto the bed in a tangle of limbs.
Mingyu's hand tangled in your hair, exerting a gentle pressure as he guided you downward. You found yourself on your knees beside the bed, his form laid out before you, anticipation coursing through your veins.
Following his lead, your hands trailed along his thighs, feeling the tension in his muscles beneath your touch. When his hand guided yours to his bulge, you felt a surge of excitement shoot through you.
Your gaze met Mingyu's as you looked up from beneath, a coy smile playing on your lips. With deliberate slowness, you licked a large stripe up the length of his cock, feeling the heat and slickness of his precum against your tongue.
A hiss escaped Mingyu's lips, a sharp intake of breath betraying the intensity of his arousal. Encouraged by his reaction, you continued your exploration, teasing and tasting every inch of him with unrestrained hunger.
As you lavished attention on him, Mingyu's grip on your hair tightened, his hips lifting slightly in response to your touch.
Feeling the throbbing heat of Mingyu's cock in your hands, you couldn't resist the primal urge building inside you. You needed to feel him deep in your throat, to take him in completely and surrender to the raw intensity of the moment.
With determination, you lowered your head, taking him into your mouth inch by inch. Mingyu's grip on your hair tightened instinctively, his fingers digging into your scalp as a guttural groan escaped his lips.
As you took more of him into your mouth, your throat stretched to accommodate his size, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. Mingyu's hips bucked up slightly in response, his breath coming in ragged gasps as you continued your relentless descent.
As Mingyu's climax approached, you intensified your movements, bobbing your head with fervent determination. The heat of his cock in your mouth, the urgency in his grip on your hair, it all fueled your desire to bring him to the edge.
Then, without warning, you felt the first hot spurts of his release, his cum flooding your mouth. Mingyu's eyes widened in surprise, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the unexpected time he cummed.
Before he could react, you pressed your head down again, sucking him greedily, your mouth working to extract every last drop of his cum. His cock throbbed incessantly against your tongue, the taste of his cum mingling with your spit.
Mingyu was trembling, his moans reverberating loudly throughout the room, creating a symphony of pleasure that filled the air. With each eager movement of your mouth, he struggled to keep himself in check, resisting the urge to let his eyes roll back in ecstasy.
You sucked him with such intensity, as if you were drawing his very soul from him. The feeling was overwhelming, almost divine, as Mingyu gave himself over completely to the whirlwind of pleasure.
His fingers clawed at the sheets, his body arching towards you in a desperate plea for more. The wet noises of your mouth working him over mixed with his cries of pleasure, filling the room with a heady atmosphere.
In that moment, teetering on the edge of release, Mingyu felt like he was losing himself entirely. But with you there, guiding him through the dizzying haze of pleasure, he knew he was in the best hands possible.
Mingyu gasped for air, his body trembling with aftershocks of pleasure as he came again, filling your mouth with another wave of his release. It was a sensation unlike anything he had experienced before, his mind swimming in a haze of bliss.
For the first time in his life, Mingyu found himself climaxing twice in a matter of minutes, the intensity of his arousal overwhelming his senses. His cock softened in your mouth, spent and satisfied, as he panted heavily, trying to catch his breath.
As you continued to pump Mingyu's dick with your hands, mixing the mess of your spit and his cum together, you couldn't help but notice the way his body responded. His legs trembled beneath you, his breath hitching in short gasps as you worked him over.
With a mischievous grin, you teased him, "You want to know my fetish better, huh?"
Mingyu's response was a throaty moan, his body convulsing on the bed as you circled your palm on the sensitive head of his cock.
"You- you're driving me... crazy," he managed to gasp out between moans.
Mingyu's body convulsed on the bed, his legs trembling with the intensity of the sensation. "Oh god," he moaned, his voice hitching with pleasure as your hand worked its magic.
With each stroke, each teasing caress, Mingyu's moans grew louder, filling the room with the sweet symphony of his pleasure. And as you watched him squirm and writhe beneath you, you couldn't help but laugh softly, enjoying the delicious torture you were inflicting on him.
Feeling the knot tightening in his stomach once more, Mingyu couldn't help but roll his hips, seeking more friction, more sensation from your skilled hand. His cock, already red and sensitive from your attention, throbbed with anticipation as his stomach trembled with the intensity of his arousal.
With each roll of his hips, Mingyu's moans grew louder, more desperate, as he surrendered completely to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through him. "Mmmh d-don't sto-op!" he groaned, his voice thick with need, his body quivering with every touch.
As Mingyu reached the peak of his pleasure once more, he felt the familiar surge of release wash over him. But this time, it was different. Only a small spill of cum escaped his cock, a testament to the intense arousal that had already wracked his body.
With a shuddering exhale, Mingyu's body finally began to relax, the tension melting away as the waves of pleasure subsided. He lay there, spent and satisfied, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath.
You watched him with a satisfied smile, your hand still resting gently on his softened cock. You lean in to kiss Mingyu, the kiss slow and sloppy as both of you catch your breath. But before you can deepen the kiss, he suddenly stops, a puzzled expression on his face.
"What's that?" Mingyu asks, his voice filled with curiosity.
Confused, you furrow your brow and follow his gaze, looking down between your bodies. Your pussy is dripping wet, the slickness coating his thigh as a glob of arousal slides down your folds.
You gasp softly, feeling a surge of arousal at the sight, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Oh, uh... I guess I'm just really turned on," you reply, your voice slightly breathless.
Mingyu's eyes darken with desire as he watches the slickness glisten on his thigh. A low, guttural moan escapes his lips, his cock twitching in response to the erotic sight.
"Fuck," he murmurs, his voice husky with need. "You're so wet, baby. Do you have any idea what you do to me?"
You bite your lip, feeling a rush of arousal at his words. "Tell me," you whisper, your voice barely above a whisper.
Mingyu's gaze flickers between your eyes and the wetness between your thighs, desire burning in his dark orbs. "You make me so hard, so fucking needy," he growls, his hand reaching out to trace a path along your slick folds. "Just seeing you like this, dripping wet and ready for me... it's driving me insane."
As Mingyu's fingers slide inside you, you can't help but squirm, a soft moan escaping your lips as you bury your face in the crook of his neck. His touch is slow and deliberate, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.
Mingyu holds you close, his other hand trailing soothingly along your back as he continues to move his fingers inside you. With each stroke, each tantalizing caress, the pleasure builds, spiraling higher and higher until you're teetering on the edge of release.
You moan softly into his neck, the sound muffled by the warmth of his skin as Mingyu's fingers work their magic inside you.Â
As Mingyu's fingers work their magic inside you, he leans in close, his voice a low, seductive murmur against your ear.
"You like that, baby?" he breathes, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "You like feeling my fingers deep inside you, stroking you just right?"
You nod eagerly, unable to form words as pleasure courses through your veins.
Mingyu chuckles softly, the sound sending vibrations through your body. "I love watching you squirm, feeling you tighten around me," he continues, his voice husky with desire. "You're so fucking wet for me, so eager for my touch."
You whimper in response, the words sending waves of arousal crashing over you.
"I could finger you like this all night," Mingyu murmurs, his fingers moving with expert precision. "But what I really want is to feel you clench around my cock, to hear you scream my name as you come undone."
His words push you closer to the edge, the promise of his cock inside you driving you wild with need. "Ride my fingers babyâŠ"
As Mingyu encourages you to ride his fingers, you raise yourself up to look at him, feeling a surge of excitement mingled with nervousness. "I-I'm not sure if I can..." you stutter, your voice filled with uncertainty.
But Mingyu's eyes burn with desire as he reassures you, his voice low and husky. "You can do it, baby. I know you can," he murmurs, his hand steady beneath you as his fingers remain buried deep inside you.
With a deep breath, you steady yourself, feeling a rush of determination wash over you. Slowly, you begin to move your hips, riding Mingyu's fingers with increasing confidence.
"That's it," Mingyu breathes, his voice filled with encouragement. "Feel how good you make me feel, how wet you are for me."
His words ignite a fire within you, spurring you on as you ride his fingers with abandon. Mingyu's hand remains steady beneath you, his pinky and forefinger teasing your entrance while his middle fingers curl deliciously inside you, hitting all the right spots.
As you move, a mess is made on his hand, slick with your arousal, but Mingyu doesn't seem to mind. Instead, he watches you with rapt attention, his eyes dark with desire as he waits for his cock to get harder, eager to join you in the blissful dance of pleasure.
"You look so fucking sexy riding my fingers," Mingyu groans, his voice thick with need. "I can't wait to feel you riding me just like this, taking all of me inside you."
"Are you ready for me, baby?" Mingyu whispers, his voice a sultry invitation. "Ready to take all of me, to let me fill you up completely?"
As Mingyu brushes the tip of his cock against your entrance, a shiver of anticipation runs down your spine. With a nod of confirmation, you express your readiness, your body practically trembling with excitement.
Mingyu's smile is intoxicating as he reaches down to give his cock a few more pumps, ensuring he's ready for you. With a steady hand on your hips, he guides you as you slowly lower yourself onto him.
The sensation of his cock sliding into you is exquisite, a perfect blend of pleasure and fullness that leaves you breathless. You gasp as you take him in, inch by inch, feeling him fill you up completely.
Mingyu's grip on your hips tightens as you sink down onto him, his eyes locked with yours, a mixture of desire and adoration shining in their depths. With each movement, each thrust, you feel a connection forming between you.
As you start to ride Mingyu slowly, his nails dig into your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. His chest rises and falls with each ragged breath, his head thrown back in blissful abandon.
"I'm so sensitive, even after I'm hard again," Mingyu confesses, his voice strained with pleasure. "it's like I can feel every inch of you."
His admission only fuels your desire, spurring you to move with even more purpose and intent. With each rock of your hips, you feel him deep inside you, filling you up and setting your body ablaze with pleasure.
Mingyu's hands roam eagerly over your body, exploring every curve and contour as if he can't get enough of you. His touch is electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your veins.
As Mingyu's under abdomen trembled beneath you, a telltale sign that he was nearing the edge, you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. His moans grew louder, more urgent, and you could see the ecstasy written all over his face as he approached the peak of pleasure.
With a wicked grin, you leaned in close, your voice dripping with desire as you began to tease him with dirty talk. "You like that, baby?" you whispered, your breath hot against his ear. "You like how good I feel riding you like this?"
Mingyu's response was a guttural groan, his hands tightening on your hips as he struggled to form a coherent response. But you weren't about to let him off that easily.
"You're so close, aren't you?" you continued, your voice low and sultry. "You want to come for me, don't you?"
Mingyu's breathing grew ragged, his body trembling beneath you as he fought to hold on just a little while longer. But you weren't about to make it easy for him.
"I want to hear you say it," you murmured, your lips brushing against his skin as you whispered your command. "Tell me how badly you want to come for me. Tell me how much you need it."
And as Mingyu struggled to give you a response, his moans growing louder with each passing moment, you knew that he was teetering on the brink.Â
As Mingyu surrendered completely to the overwhelming pleasure, his body convulsing with the force of his release, you couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction wash over you. His cries of ecstasy filled the air, mingling with your own moans of pleasure as you continued to ride him with unbridled passion.
"You like that, baby?" you purred, your voice dripping with desire as you felt his cock throbbing inside you. "You like how I'm overstimulating you, making you come so hard you can't even think straight?"
Mingyu's response was a choked sob, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. But you weren't about to let up, not when you were so close to your own release.
With renewed determination, you continued to ride him, your movements becoming more frantic as you chased your own pleasure. Mingyu's cries of ecstasy filled the air, driving you wild with desire as you approached the brink of your own orgasm.
And as the pleasure washed over you in a tidal wave of sensation, you cried out in ecstasy, your body shuddering with the force of your release. Mingyu's cries echoed yours, his hands trembling while he grabbed your body close.Â
Your stamina remained high, fueled by the intense sex between you and Mingyu. Even after your orgasm, you continued to bounce and ride him, your body moving with a relentless energy that seemed endless.
With each movement, each thrust, you felt a surge of pleasure coursing through you, driving you ever closer to the edge once more. Mingyu's cries of pleasure spurred you on, his hands gripping your hips with tightened fingers.
But as you rode him with increasing fervor, you felt a familiar tension building within you, a wave of pleasure that threatened to consume you completely. Your legs began to tremble beneath you, weakened by the relentless onslaught of pleasure.
And then, with a cry of ecstasy, you felt it wash over you, a tidal wave of pleasure that left you trembling and breathless. Your body convulsed with the force of your orgasm, your legs giving out beneath you as you collapsed against Mingyu, spent and satisfied.
As you disentangle yourself from Mingyu's spent form, you can't help but admire the sight before you. His cock is sore and spent, body glistening with sweat, his body exuding an aura of exhaustion and satisfaction.
"Are you good?" you ask softly, concern lacing your voice as you look down at him.
Mingyu lets out a ragged breath, his chest heaving as he meets your gaze with a mixture of disbelief and awe. "You're crazy," he murmurs, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
But then his expression turns serious, his eyes locking with yours as he speaks again. "Don't you dare to do this to anyone else," he says, his voice tinged with possessiveness. "Overstimulating might just become a kink of mine too, especially if it's with you."
His words send a shiver of excitement down your spine, the possessiveness in his tone igniting a fire within you. With a smirk, you lean in close, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
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is it over now? | carlos sainz
pairing: singer!reader x carlos sainz
summary: you decide to release a breakup song on your ex boyfriendâs birthday, one year after the break up
fc: riley keough
warning: some grammatical errors in the tweets that i was too lazy to fix sorryyy
a/n: me??? writing a carlos fic??? the stars mustâve aligned
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f1gossip itâs been officially one year since carlos sainz and y/n y/l/n broke up
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username itâs been a year already?? đ€Ż
username nooo donât bring the memories back đ
username iâm never getting over this breakup :( they were so meant for each other
username i have no perception of time why did i thought they broke up like a month ago?
username and not one single breakup song from y/nâŠ
username no iâm waiting for the album
username we really are delusional huh
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yourusername my favorite type of night đ€đ„đ€
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username MOTHER
username best concert eveeeer
username and you know the one about releasing the album ???
username what a WOMAN ugh
username i donât understand you carlos sainz
username how did he fumbled so hard đ
username the aesthetic is everything
username so beautiful so gorgeous so ethereal
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f1gossip carlos sainz was spotted with a new date at the monte-carlo opens
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username uhhh âŠ.
username i wish i could say âthat quick?â but to be fair itâs been a year
username bestie werenât you there after they broke up?
username he literally went on a date five minutes after they ended things đ
username and he told you that personally?
username so itâs really over with y/n huh
username i mean ⊠yeah!
username noooo lord please bring back the family as we know it (carlos and y/n)
username this is the worst type of news i couldâve got
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yourusername i hope youâre in the mood for new music ⊠because my new single âis it over now?â drops today at midnight đ thank you to my amazing girlfriends for writing this song with me and having the most fun at the studio
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username now thatâs what iâm talking about
username new music at last omg i could cry
username okay but THAT COAT !!!!
username i need her whole wardrobe actually
username girl not on you exâs BIRTHDAY đ€Ł
username dare i say ⊠carlos song?
username crossing my fingers
username ohhh she knew what she was doing with this release date
username not only during carlosâs birthday but also right after he was seen on a date with a new girl
username i aspire to be THIS level of petty one day
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carlossainz55 really great weekend! thanks for the birthday wishesâ€ïž
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username pookie how are we feeling after y/nâs song?
charles_leclerc happy birthday! wanna get three thousand takeout coffees? (liked by carlossainz55)
username i didnât wanna get mad cause itâs his birthday but like âŠ. iâm gonna need you to pay for your crimes mate
username no cause the song was crazyyyy
username âyou search in every modelâs bed for something greaterâ maâam ???
username it was the âyour new girl is my cloneâ for me
username âif sheâs got blue eyes i will surmise that youâll probably date herâ âŠ.
username carlos just answer the question
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yourusername forever in love with this city <3
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username MADRID đ€
username my city my city !!!
username reyes liking this đ„č
username thatâs her girl fr!
username sooo excited for tonightâs concert
username ahhh canât wait to see her
username if she sings is it over now? tonight i might actually faint
username imagine her singing this at the city of the guy she wrote it for đ
username poetic
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ynupdates carlos sainz was in attendance at y/nâs concert tonight in madrid
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username say again?
username he has two moods only: happy and confused
username what the hell is he doing there đđ
username does this means what i think it means ???
username ahhh the second picture is mine! it was so random to see him there haha
username girl if you donât start talking right now !!!
username was he with his new girlfriend?
username nooo he was with his family only
username you really canât make this up đ
username he listened to that song and was ready to risk it all
username who wouldnât!
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yourusername one of my favorite cities with one of my favorite crowds đȘđž madrid you never disappoint đ€
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username y/n if youâre trying to make me fall in love with you itâs working
username name a more iconic concert quick!
username literally the gold dust woman
username THE OUTFITS THE SETLIST THE LOOKS UGHHH
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username forever obsessed with her aesthetic
username not to start anything but carlos liking this⊠đ
username i meaaan the guy was at the concert âŠ
username this night will go down in history
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f1gossip carlos sainz and ex girlfriend y/n y/l/n have been seen together recently in numerous occasions
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username of course they are going on dates OF COURSE THEY ARE
username and all it took was one year and a single song from y/n
username no bc iâm sure if she released that a year ago they wouldâve been together by now
username so it was NOT over gotcha
username are we witnessing the comeback of y/n and carlos in real time?
username god i never ask you much but iâm asking you this one thing
username when ynupdates likes this so you know itâs serious
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carlossainz55 some people have asked me recently if itâs over now? the answer is of course not đ
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username âsome peopleâ you mean your literal ex-girlfriend ???
username GIRLFRIEND NOW ***
username i canât with the đ he thinks heâs so funny
username idk why they broke up in the first place but if all it took for them to get back together was y/n releasing a song and carlos going to her concert let me tell you âŠ
username i think what really did it for him was the fact that she released it on his birthday đ
username theyâre just obsessed with each other i guess đ€·đœââïž
yourusername oh i knew it wasnât! just wanted to know what you thought đ
carlossainz55 i love you letâs never do that again â€ïž
username sheâs so real đđ
username MY PARENTS BACK TOGETHER AT LASTđ
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It ends with, how quick can you get it up?
Summary - y/n and lando are exes who meet again, some angst, then a whole lot of smut. ITS FILTHY. MINORS DNI !!
Warnings - angst, swearing, smuttttt, fingering, oral m and f receiving, p in v sex, anal, squirting, blowjobs, pure filth. Magui lol - no hate to her at all. Her character is a negative character.
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It was coming up to years since the day that you and Lando had broken up. You were together for almost two years prior - young and in love, naive. But then the realities of both your jobs jumped right in front of you, and you mutually decided to breakup, it being too much to handle.
The breakup wasn't messy. You were both understanding of each other, and you'd decided to remain friends - though you could count the number of interactions you'd had since on one hand. That was the whole point of separating - not enough time to each other.
As hard and weird as it was to admit, the it affected you more than you let on, to anybody. You absolutely adored Lando. Yes you were young, but he'd stolen your heart the second you two met for the first time. You loved him with everything you had in you, and even know going you own ways hurt in the worst ways possible, you knew it was for the best.
During these two years, you struggled everyday, and had to build yourself up each day from what it seems. You still held onto a thread of love for the boy - you don't think you'd ever stop, and so whenever you saw a new picture of him on socials, or when you knew you were to be at the same event, you stayed as far away as possible, because you knew seeing him in person again would crumble all the walls you've built so hard to put up.
Neither of you had deleted pictures together on Instagram, and you still often wore things and precious gifts that Lando had showered you with - he had done the same. The one thing that always made your heart tingle was a certain silver bracelet. It was a gift you had given him after his first podium in F1, and he'd always say it was his favourite because it was a memory of the two things he loved the most - racing, and you.
Of course, you'd tried to move on, meet new people, but you only ever got as far as an hour into a date until you started comparing a guy to Lando. Although they'd be decent looking with a good body, you'd notice how none were close as to how devilishly handsome Lando was, how no one's body could be compared to his slim but stern and toned abs, no one's hair would curl in all the right places, and how no one would give you the smile that melted your heart.
You always told yourself that Lando was the man who was made for you. Everything about him was absolutely perfect. But, it wasn't to be, and that was something you had to keep reminding yourself.
Recently, Lando had been spotted a few times with an actress, Magui. You had known her through your modeling connections. From the time you knew her and had interacted with her on a few occasions, quite a few years ago, you knew she wasn't someone who you could ever be friends with. There was always something about her that made you hold a step back, no disrespect to her.
It was a surprise that Lando chose to be with someone like her - not that you were judging - but you just thought he could do better. But whatever - it was his life and as long as he's happy, that's all that mattered to you, even though a piece of your heart broke everytime you saw them together.
Last week, your agency had told you that you were to attend an event at the Singapore Grand Prix. This wasn't the first time since the break up that you'd be attending a race, but what hitched your breath was when you found out this morning that it was a McLaren event, where the full team would be present.
As much as your heart wanted to, you weren't sure if you were ready to meet Lando. Yes, it had been a long while, but again, you were scared of crumbling down.
But you had to be strong, because you were currently in the elevator to the top floor of the building for the event. Of course, you made sure you looked like a million bucks - not skimpy like a certain someone.
When the door opened, you held your breath and walked through, face lightening up when you immediately spotted a friend of yours that worked at a different agency.
''Y/N'' Lissie squealed, just as excited to see you.
''Fuck I'm so happy you're here'' you said as she hugged you tightly, knowing exactly why you appreciated seeing her here.
She pulled back. ''Think you'll be ok?'' she asked.
''Yeah'' you said, taking a breath, has to happen sooner or later.
The night was actually going well, until the presentation started and you saw none other than Lando walk on the stage, making his presence known for the evening.
You swore you stopped breathing for a second. Here he was, in the flesh, and even though you'd seen countless pictures of him since the last time you were together, he looked ten million times better, devilishly handsome.
The lights shining on his face showed off the perfect contour of his jaw, nose, lips, the way his eyes glistened beautifully, and don't even get me started on his hair. It was overgrown but his curls sat so effortlessly gorgeously on his head. You really couldn't tear your gaze away from him.
And as if not breathing properly wasn't enough, your legs turned jelly when his eyes found yours, staring into your soul, face shocked though a smile spread over it quickly when his brain caught up with who he was looking at. You smile back gently, when you heard the elevator ding from where you were standing, you watched how Lando's eyes left yours and instinctively looked over your shoulder, his smile widening even more so like a small boy seeing candy. You quickly looked back and felt a knot in your stomach.
It was her. She looked beautiful no doubt. Long curled hair, perfect taunt body. You felt Lissie grab your hand and squeeze it.
For some reason, the thought of her being here tonight hadn't crossed your mind.
You don't why the hell you did what you did next, but your eyes drifted over to Lando again, and it almost felt as if your heart broke into a million pieces when he winked at at her - it was something he'd always do to you in a crowd full of people, his way of telling you he loved you.
As the presentation went on, you tried your best to keep your mind and eyes from drifting to him, though when it was his turn to talk you allowed yourself to take him in for a few minutes. Your mind started drifting away to the days you'd wake up snuggled up in bed together, share looking looks, before Lando would ruin you by fucking you senseless.
''Shit'' you thought, that was the last thing that should be on your mind. You needed to focus on something else, but not surprisingly, you struggled to do so.
Once all the formalities were done, the evening went on with lots of food and drinks, dancing, catching up with people. There were a number of people you knew, which was good, and Lissie was stuck to your side through it all.
While you were at the bar waiting for another drink, your body shivered as you felt a presence next to yours.
Magui. ''Hey'' she greeted, leaning in to kiss your cheeks. You reciprocated the gesture.
She knew your history with Lando, hell the two of you were dating when you used to have to work with her before, so to say this was awkward would be an understatement.
''Hey, been a long time'' you pressed, hoping she would just leave already.
''Yeah it has. Works been busy, plus following Lando to a lot of races as well'' she said.
You tried to keep a neutral face, internally screaming for Lissie to come rescue you.
You chatted about random things, until she dropped the elephant in the room.
''So this must be weird, being here, seeing me and Lando together.''
''Uh, I mean, maybe a little, but we've all moved on with our lives. Each to their own'' you said, not believing yourself one bit.
''But still. I mean, do your feelings for someone so handsome just go away?'' she asked.
This time you had to keep a scoff in. Yes, Lando was a handsome man, but that's not all he was. He was passionate, clever, kind, caring, honest, intelligent, selfless, every single good wood in the dictionary. His looks did not define him. And even though you aren't together now, what you had with each other was real. Your love was real. And no one could take that away from you.
''I,-'' you started, but of course you had to get interrupted by the man himself.
''Y/n!'' he called your name out, came jogging over from where he was.
You held a breath as he hugged you, and it took everything in you not to keep him tucked in your arms.
''Lan Lando, hi'' you smiled gently.
''How are you? It's been forever'' he said.
You didn't miss the way Magui's arms slid around his waist as she kissed his cheek. He placed his hands above hers.
You cleared your throat. ''Yeah, um, I'm really good, keeping busy'' you cooed. ''How are you? Congratulations on your first win, by the way, you earned it'' you said.
His first win made you both cry with joy and sadness. When you were together, his first goal was always to get that win under his belt. It's what he worked tirelessly for day in and day out, and ultimately, towards the end of your relationship, it almost seemed that the only way he could do that would be to have zero distractions. At the time, and even now, you never took that as a reason for your break up or a reason to hate him for it. It was what was best back then, and you couldn't go back now. So as happy as you were for him, a part of you was sad that it was something that couldn't be celebrated by you at his side. It was her.
''Thank you, yeah, finally got that done. Next up, championship, hopefully'' he said, smiling year to ear.
The conversation went on for a few more minutes, but you decided you needed to get away from it. Magui was giving you eyes. Eyes that warned you, eyes that basically said back the fuck up, even though it was Lando who was making most of the conversation.
You excused yourself and made your way to the bathroom after failing to find Lissie in the crowd.
You fanned your face and tried to control your breathing to stop the tears that were threatening to spill down your face, as the door opened.
She walked in.
''What the fuck are you playing at?'' she all but shouted at you.
''What?'' you asked in disbelief.
''Seriously, stay the fuck away from him'' he spat before walking out the door.
You were shocked, where was this coming from? You had an innocent conversation with your ex boyfriend and his new girlfriend. What's more to it?
You went back out and found Lissie, told her everything that happened. She had been no where to be found as she was pulled to go do a few photos for her page, but now she was fuming with how it all played out.
You decided to block all of that out of your mind and enjoy the rest of the night, It was all you could do, besides curl up and cry in a corner, and you really weren't in the mood for the latter.
At some point, a few of the crowd had wanted to carry on the party at a nearby club, and so you found yourself at the back of a taxi, waiting for Lissie to come in, and until it was Lando who had taken a seat next to you, beaming at you.
Your breath halted as he closed the door and told the driver the address of the club. (Obviously it was a race weekend, so he wouldn't be drinking, but had to make an appearance)
You were glad it was dark out so Lando hopefully wouldn't be able to see the flush on your cheeks. But fuck, where was his girlfriend in all of this. Did she know he was here with you right now?
''I-'' you started though he cut you off.
''It's actually so good to see you y/n'' he said, softly.
''You too Lando'' you replied, not sure where this conversation was going.
''Even though we left each other as friends, i feel like i have to tell you...'' he started.
You just listened and waiting, not sure what to say back.
''What we had was good, so good. So real... Some of my best moments in life were the ones spent with you'' he almost whispered. ''I wish we could get those days back. Just be together, never have broken up, but just lived on with each other, loved each other forever..''
You let out a breath, more tears threatening to spill out your eyes.
''Lando..fuck. You know i feel the same way. But i don't think it's fair firstly to Magui, that we're talking about...us, like this, and secondly it's not fair to me. Because I've been trying to move on every fucking day since, and hearing you say that breaks down all the words I've built up.
''I just feel like there was too much left undone'' he said softly.
''Lando, stop. I..Where-where's Magui? Why are you here saying all to this to me right now?'' you asked.
''She got pissed that I came to talk to you. Went back to the hotel.''
''So go back to her then.''
Now he took a breath.
''Fuck..we're not even together. We're just hooking up. I mean, she's great, but i just don't see myself with someone like her, y'know?''
You kept quiet for a bit.
''Well that's not what she makes it seem to be. She fucking told me to stay away from you not even an hour ago'' you said, sounding angrier than you intended to.
''What?'' he questioned.
''Yeah'' you said softly. ''Honestly? with the way your fans are treating her, and all that she's said to me tonight, this is something i can't get involved with. She's toxic, and with where i am in my career, i can't be having her drama follow me'' you said.
Suddenly Lando's whole demeanor changed. He was agitated, fuming, metaphoric steam blowing out of his ears.''
He chucked, to himself then looked you. ''It's always gotta be about the other woman, right? Forget everything good we had, blame it on the other woman.''
''Lando what? What are you even talking about? I'm not blaming her for anything, just saying I don't want to be associated with her. And I'm sorry if i do become, I'm not willing to jeopardize myself to look like the bad one.'' you said.
''Honesty? fuck off'' he spat.
The rest of the ride was silent, you tried and failed to keep your tears at bay, and when you finally got to the club, Lando got up and slammed the door with such force it had you jolting in your seat.
You took a minute to compose yourself before telling the uber driver to take you back to your hotel. Your tears were flowing freely, uncontrollably.
The man you loved basically said he wanted to get back with you, and you shut him off because of the woman he's just fucking. And now he was done with you. Fucking fantastic.
Needless to say, you cried yourself to sleep that night. Seeing Lando, thinking back on memories you hadn't allowed yourself to for so long, having her there, Lando telling you things you'd wanted to hear forever though it wasn't so simple to live through them, and eventually ending with Lando basically telling you to fuck off. You were broke, all over again.
You were to attend the race as well, and you did, because you were cooped up in the Ferrari hospitality all day. Your heart clenched when Lando won the race. He deserved it, no doubt. But everything still hurt. Once again, it wasn't you he'd be celebrating with. And whatever good thing about your relationship ended a few nights ago.
Lissie had dragged you to a club to just let loose and forget about all your problems - something you'd kill for right now.
It was nice to have a night out with the other wags and people you knew, though your mind kept drifting back to Lando. He still had a hold on you, and no matter how much you tried to forget him, you just couldn't.
Him being less than 20 meters away from you wasn't helping either. You'd just seen him walk in, with Magui on his arm. The both of them joined at the hip.
He hadn't noticed you yet, though she did. She smirked, and quickly pulled Lando's face in for a heated kiss. You forced yourself to look away, and walked in the other direction.
Much to your mismay, you found yourself within your friends group, and now Lando and Magui included. They were sat directly opposite you. You seriously wanted the ground to swallow you up, rather be anywhere else but here.
It was awkward, sure, because only you, Lando and Lissie knew what went on the other night - unless he told anyone else.
Everyone was chattering and drinking, laughing and dancing, and for the first time tonight, Lando glanced your way.
You breath - hitching as it always does when he looks at you, caught in your throat as you took a sip of your drink, keeping your eyes trained on his, which were lingering at you still.
He was throwing daggers at you, and when Magui jolted him out of his trance, he immediately pulled her closer, practically on to his lap as he started nuzzling her neck.
You quickly busied yourself, trying to make conversation with Charles and Alex though your eyes kept involuntarily wandering back to Lando.
Now he was full on making out with her, tongue and all, as his hands groped at her ass.
Deciding you needed some air, you went to the bar to get another drink, and while waiting, as if the universe was playing tricks on you, the pair of them, landed beside you, Lando's back to you.
Although the club was loud, you could still just about make out what Lando was saying to her.
He was whisper-shouting dirty words into her ear. Telling her how plans to ruin her later. Fuck her into oblivion, kiss every inch of her body, devour her pussy, and salivate over her delicious juices. The most delicious he's ever had.
Forget the universe. It was Lando. Lando himself who was playing you dirty.
When you were together, dirty talk was one thing that you absolutely loved during sex. Lando knew how to do it well, and he'd fuck you for hours while whispering filthy words into your eyes, making you cum again and again until you had none left in you.
You knew he was playing you - trying to get a reaction from you. From what he old you the other night about whatever he had going on her Magui, you knew he would never have shown her a second glance or said things like this. It was all just a act to rile you up.
She, though, was loving it. Giggling in his neck as he showered her with kisses all over, hands roaming each others day, and you wouldn't be surprised if she was putting on her own show - to make it clear to you ''into her'' Lando was.
You grabbed your drink, downed it, as you clenched your thighs together, trying your hardest not to let Lando's words affect you as he knew they would, because what the fuck - you wouldn't stoop so low hearing him say those things to someone else, would you?
A short while later, needing some proper air this time, you made your way outside, using the excuse of needling a cig break to the others.
As soon as you walked out the door, you let out a big breath you didn't realize you holding on to. It felt like a weight lifted over your shoulders, though that chest-tightening feeling returned straight away when you saw Lando walk out behind you and follow you to a secluded area.
''Lan-'' you started but he cut you off, his eyes piercing through yours with something you weren't sure you'd ever seen from him. A mixture of longing yet laced with anger of some sort.
''Out celebrating my win, yeah?'' he said, cockiness oozing out of him.
You scoffed. ''Huh, what are you doing out here? Thought you'd be rushing out to get back to your hotel? Something about fucking your girl and all'' you said, gaining confidence from the few drinks you had.
''Y/n'' he warned, stepping into your space and bring his hand up to cover your mouth.
His touch sent a jolt of electricity through you, like suddenly you were alive again.
''Shh'' he whispered softly. ''Only one person who gets to call themselves 'my girl,' and it ain't her.
Your heart was beating out of your chest. You wanted to be mad at Lando, forget him and move on, but how can you do so when he was looking at you like this, talking to you like this?
''I-'' he cut you off again.
''Don't need to say anything right now, baby, but let's get out of here?'' he said, voice low and hoarse. The nickname sending shivers down your spine.
You bit your lip, not knowing what to do. Your heart was telling you to go with him, though your head was screaming at you not to.
But all thoughts and hesitations were lost when Lando leaned down and kissed your cheek ever so gently, letting his head rest against it.
Instinctively, your hands reached up and cupped his face, pulling it back to look at him again.
''What about her? you asked.
''Already told her to fuck off, she was already throwing herself at someone else'' he said quickly.
''Lando''
''Fuck, please'' he said, licking his lips, while his hands were now wrapped around you and on the small of your back.
''Fuck'' you whispered, your mind racing more and more by the second the more you took into account what was really happening.
Lando so close you could feel his breath on your face, the smell of his musky and expensive cologne, the intensity of his crystal blue eyes staring right through you, his hold on you as if his life depended on it. Fuck, you were screwed.
''Baby'' he whispered, but this time you were quick to react.
You roughly pulled his face in, crashed your lips to his to which he responded immediately. It was rough, desperate, messy, but somewhere at the back of both your minds, there were fireworks going off.
Lando pulled you impossibly closer and his hands ran through your air, pulling at it from the ends as you both fought for dominance over the kiss, tongue battling each other until you gave in and let him slip his through. He explored your mouth like a starved man.
It may have been years since your last kiss, but right now, it felt like you were both home. It felt right, and with the way you knew each others triggers, it felt timeless.
You played with the hair on the back of his neck as his lips left yours, both desperate for air, sloppy smiles playing both your lips, until a voice broke you out of your trans.
''Are you fucking joking me? You're leaving me for this piece of shit?'' said the voice as you both looked to where it was coming from.
Magui.
Lando's hold on you tightened to a point where it was painful.
''Of fuck off'' he said. ''As if your tongue wasn't down that guys throat the minute i ended it with you, what not 10 minutes ago'' he spat.
''Don't turn the subject around. Seriously Lando, fucking going back to leftovers when you can have the finest ass in town?'' she pressed.
''Yeah actually, because the 'finest' ass in town already rotten though MY leftovers are as fresh as day 1'' he threw back.
Your heart clenched at that.
This time she didn't have any answer back, so she muttered something incoherent to herself and walked away.
''Don't listen to anything she said. Ignore her. I'm sorry for the way she spoke to you the other day as well. I'm sorry for how i fucking spoke to you. I was a dickhead and you deserved better'' he said softly, eyes begging for forgiveness.
You didn't say anything back. Instead you pecked his lips a couple of times before pulling him in for a simple hug, pouring all your love for him into it.
''Take me back to the hotel'' you whispered. ''Now.''
Lando smiled to himself, took your hand and called for the valet to bring his car.
The ride back was palpable with tension, no words spoken again, just cheeky glances at each other, eyes dark with lust, as Lando let his hand rest on your thigh, achingly close to where you craved him the most.
Your mind was racing, not paying attention to where he was driving, so when he stopped the car and parked at an area overlooking the sea you were quick to question him.
''Lan?''
He said nothing, but adjusted his seat back, manhandling you and pulling you onto his lap.
You straddled him, your dress already bunched up at your stomach as his hands roamed your body, eyes glued to yours.
''Need you now'' he said breathlessly before leaning up to lock lips again, biting down harshly on your lower lip causing you to whimper.
You started grinding down on him, feeling his cock grow through his jeans as he practically ripped your dress into two pieces, eyes growing big when he saw you weren't wearing a bra.
''Fucking hell. Can't say i haven't missed my babies'' he said, smirking as he rolled your left nipple between his thumb and index fingers, earning a series of dirty moans from you.
''Please, Lan'' you begged. Your cunt, still grinding down and creating a wet patch through your panties and on his jeans, was clenching achingly around nothing.
As he continued to toy with you nipple, his mouth found your other one, wasting no time in biting and sucking on it harshly, making you pull his hair tightly, still begging for more.
''Still taste so good'' he mumbled, snaking his hand down your toned body until he reached your core. He ran his fingers over your clothed pussy, smirking when he realized how wet you were.
''Don't flatter yourself'' you teased when you saw his smirk.
Lando raised his brows, ''didn't say anything babygirl'' before he pushed your lacy panties to the side and finally touched you, sliding his fingers through your juices and quickly finding your clit. He knew your body better than you did.
''Fuck Lando please'' you begged again, the feeling of him on your clit having you more desperate than before.
''Patience love'' he whispered, holding your hips still to stop your movements.
His fingers suddenly pulled away from your cunt, you were about to protest when you saw what he was doing - licking them clean on your juices, before he bought them up to your own lips to take in.
''My favourite fucking taste'' he murmured and you moaned around him.
Finally though, he returned them down there and settled at your entrance His eyes gave you a questioning look and you eagerly nodded, before he thrust two fingers in at once, curling them straight away having you a shuddering mess in his arms.
You bit down on your lip, letting a few guttural moans escape you as Lando sped up his movements of thrusting in and out of you.
''Yes, fuck, so fucking good'' you said through bated breaths, while Lando started edging you on with his own words.
''Baby you're so fucking tight, how the hell are you gonna take my cock, huh? You think you can take it? Being so fuckin tight'' he threw at you.
''Fuck, yes, please'' you said, quickly feeling the warmth start to build up in your stomach.
''Lan I'm close,'' you warned, and this time he added a third finger while his thumb toyed with your clit, causing your orgasm to rip through your body as you came violently all over his fingers.
''Oh my, fuck'' you said, eyes squeezed shut as Lando didn't slow his movements. Instead he added a whole fourth finger, you heard him say something about ''needing to stretch you out before you were ready for his cock''
Within minutes you came again, your warm juices gushing out, making a mess of everything. Again, you were blanked out, just about hearing what Lando was saying again. Something like ''''you're so fucking good for me darling, such a good brat'' until he finally pulled his fingers out, and once again licked them clean as you sat there, eyes hooded, sweat shining on both your faces, and a shy smile on your face, chest heaving.
''Lan'' you said, pecking random parts of his pace.
''Think you're ready for me y/n? Wanna ride me? Then let me take you back to the hotel and take you from behind, yeah?''
His words had you dripping with want, needling more from him. When you dated before, you were young, but your sex life was amazing. You wondered though how it would feel now. Would it feel more fulfilling? Even better than before? You certainly couldn't wait to find out.
You bit your lip as you gently lifted yourself off Lando's lap, just enough o let him unzip and unbutton his jeans, pulling them down, together with his boxers.
You won't lie, seeing his thick girth spring out and stall tall before you had your mouth watering.
''Like what you see?'' he asked, a smirk on his face.
''Fuck off'' you threw.
''I'd rather you fuck me''
'''Gladly'' you said, before taking your place again, cupping him and pumping him a few times. You were internally thanking him for ''stretching'' you out because he was bigger than average, and you weren't sure how he'd have fitted easily.
Lando reached to his pocket and pulled out a condom, ripping the packet open with his teeth as he was about to roll it on though you stopped him.
''Lan we're not 20 anymore, I'm still non birth control, but fuck, i need to feel all of you. Please'' you begged.
His eyes turned even darker, breath hitching as he listened to your words before you grabbed the condom from him and threw it somewhere in the car, then palmed him again.
You slid his dick through your folds, which were clenching uncontrollably as Lando leaned back and shut his eyes, taking in the feeling of having your hands on the place he's dreamed about for almost two years.
''Fuck baby please'' he begged now, impatient to slide into you.
You mimicked his words from earlier. ''Patience baby'' you said, though you were just as desperate as he was.
Lando was not having it today, instead he roughly took a hold of his dick, and pushed you down onto him by your waist.
You gasped at the intrusion, mind foggy at how incredible it felt, but at the same time there was always the unavoidable sting because of just how much Lando stretched you out.
He bottomed out straight away, hips joined together, as you sat still on him, both your faces contorted with pleasure as you allowed your body a few minutes to respond.
After a few seconds though, your braced your hands on Lando's shoulders and began to move, up and down, up and down, riding his pole like your life depended on it.
''Fuck baby, that's it, so fuckin tight around my dick and taking me so well'' Lando cooed as he felt your walls clench around him, making his dick twitch uncontrollably through your movements.
''Fuck Lan, missed this, feels so good, fuck'' you said between breaths.
Both your moans were lewd, filthy, and anyone walking by your car would be able to hear how you were ruining each other, fucking each other hard and fast, rough,but you didn't care. You wanted the whole world to know. You wanted her to know.
''Lan I'm gonna come'' you said, feeling your orgasm approach, not holding back.
''Let it out, fuck y/n, cum all over me, then later cum again when i push my dick through your asshole'' he threw, his words instantly sending you over the edge, releasing your sap all over him.
''Oh my god, yes, uh, i can't you panted, body like jelly in his arms as Lando had to hold you upright, and now fuck himself into you to chase his own high.
You slumped forward on him as he placed his head over your shoulder, bouncing your body up and down his pole until suddenly he was ready for his own release.
''Uhhh, gonna cum y/n, where?'' he asked.
''In me! Please'' you all but shouted, needing distressingly needing to fell his cum inside of you.
Your words sent him into overdrive, and before he knew it, Lando was spraying your insides white with his warm cum, letting out a series of swear words through your ears as he held onto you tightly, spit flying out of his mouth.
''Feels so good'' you whispered, leaning back and cupping his face that was dripping with sweat, cheeks flushed.
Both your movements slowed, riding each other through the high as eventually it halted and you just sat there, Lando softening inside you.
He gave you a sheepish smile, chest heaving, before kissing you gently.
''How are you this fucking amazing?'' he asked. ''you were incredible back then, but now, fuck me, how did i survive this long with you?''
You bit your lip, ''feeling's mutual.''
''Back to the hotel? Let me ruin you again?'' asked, excitement in his voice.
'''Please'' you said, climbing off his dick and settling into your seat again.
Before he could zip himself up again, you leaned over the console and deep-throated him, having Lando jolt in his seat at the contact.
''Fucking hell'' he said as you pulled back, cum and spit running down your chin.
''Wanted to taste...us'' you said, watching the darkness in his eyes return.
The drive back was quick, desperate, his hands wrapped around the steering wheel painfully tight.
You had to wear his jacket, which luckily was oversized and big for you, for the walk up to his room, since he'd torn your dress.
As soon as the door was closed he pounced on you, shoving the jacket off leaving you standing bare in front of him.
Lando was about to kiss you before you pulled back and pouted.
''You're still wearing too many clothes'' you whined.
He chuckled, couldn't hold back his smile as he shed everything over, leaving himself bare you are were.
''Hmm better'' you said as your eyes shamelessly roamed his body, stopping at his dick which was twitching and growing harder by the second.
He cleared his throat. ''Permission to touch?'' he asked, already having cupped your face.
''Always'' you said, before he left your face and ran his hands down to pick you up, hauling you over his shoulder and giving your ass a few smacks.
He threw you on the bed before throwing himself on you, kissing you with an urgency, groping your body while his hands found your cunt, waltzing through your folds.
''Please fuck me?'' you asked innocently.
He smirked. ''Gonna destroy you'' he said lowly, leaning up and wrapping your legs tight around his hips before he pumped himself a few times, already hard as rock.
He lined himself up and pushed in gently, setting a slow, painfully slow pace as you whined and wriggled your body, begging for more.
''Noo Lan please, faster'' you pressed.
But he ignored you, instead bringing his mouth up to your boobs, ravishing them violently as he continued to thrust slowly in and out of you.
You were impatient though, and so you roughly grabbed his face and pulled it away from your boobs.
''Lando, fuck me now, or-'' you started sternly though he cut you off.
''Or?'' he asked teasingly, eyebrows raised.
You blushed, not having an answer. ''Or no sex for two weeks'' you threw.
''Hmm, survived two years, think I'll manage two weeks'' he said softly.
You eyes grew wild with shock. ''Of fuck off'' you said, thinking of what else to come up with but your brain short circuited when suddenly his pace was faster, rougher, harder, fucking his dick deep within you.
You shut your eyes, nails digging into his biceps and surely leaving bruises for tomorrow when you could practically hear him smirking at you.
''You fucking asked for it baby, don't take back your words now'' he said.
You got a burst of energy at his words, your eyes flying open.
''Not complaining, am i?'' you said, sending your own smirk his way.
''Fucking brat'' he mumbled, reaching his thumb down to your clit, pinching at it dramatically which within seconds had your body shaking underneath him, your cum coating him and leaking out of you with each thrust as your mind was blank again, no energy to say anything, just broken breaths as you bit down on his shoulder.
He slowed for a moment, before pulling out. ''Let me do you from the back? he asked.
''Uh huh'' you responded, though your body was jelly so he basically had to pick you up and manhandle you again until you were on your tummy, ass up in the air.
Lando coated two of his fingers in his spit before circling your rim, teasing you with a thrust but not in enough.
''Lando, now'' you threw at him, causing him to giggle.
''Okay baby, no more teasing'' he said, letting his two fingers enter your ass.
You held your breath, bit your lips together as he gave you a few licks as well.
''Gonna take me so well, my love, yeah?'' he asked.
''Yes, please, hurry'' you said, your body responding as if you haven't had multiple orgasms already.
Finally Lando coated his dick with his spit again, before pushing into you, both your moans obscene at the feeling.
He braced his hands on your hips as you held onto the headboard, his pace quickening quickly as he slammed himself in and out of you.
''Fuck, so good, look at you, such a whore for me, my own dirty slut, that's it baby, doing so fucken well for me'' he said between moans through gritted teeth.
''Lando, huh, gonna cum'' you said in a daze, letting him take full control of your body.
''Go on baby'' he pressed, and before he could even finish his sentence your orgasm rippled through you, shaking your body literally uncontrollably with the stimulation.
He slowed his movements, knowing how exhausted you were, though he didn't stop. He was just gentle now, letting you catch your breath as you body calmed down.
Lando pulled out and flipped you over again gently this time, kissing you long and slow as your wrapped your arms around him.
''Think you have one more in you baby?'' he asked. ''For me?''
Who were you to say no? You gently opened your tear-stained eyes and nodded, wrapping your legs around his waist again.
''You've done so well for me today, fuck'' he said, lining up against your cunt again, sliding in once again.
''Hmm, Lan, too much'' you cooed.
''I know love, almost there, you can do it'' he encouraged you.
By now, your brain was blacked out, you were saying things without thinking through, and your next words shook Lando to his core.
''Ă love you Lando, missed you so fucking much. Baby, please, please, i fucking beg you, fuck a baby into me''
Lando had no words, no actions as to how to respond to you. He wasn't even fucking into you at a quick pace right now, but his dick thought faster than his brain, and in seconds he was cumming deep within you again, filling you up to the brink as his cock twitched painfully so inside of you.
''Lan?'' you questioned when he stayed silent - apart from his pornographic moans and pants.
''I love you too, so much, and fuck, i want a baby, like right now with you. Fuck y/n, you're it for me'' he whispered, and eventually his brain caught up to what was happening. He also noticed that you hadn't cum the last time, so he quickly pulled out and placed his tongue on your cunt.
You grabbed onto his hair and pulled it, unable to keep your groans in, as he lapped and lapped at your folds, moaning himself when he tasted the mix of both your cum.
You looked down to see his face a mess. Spit, cum, sweat, everything just sticky and dripping. Just the one look at him sent you spiraling over the edge, erratic noises leaving your mouth, though this time you didn't just cum, you squirted all over his face and hair, hands flying to cover your mouth in shock, though all Lando did was smirk and lick everything up, swallow as much as he could.
Eventually he pulled back and leaned down to your lips, letting all the juices drip down from his mouth and into yours.
You seriously didn't know how you were wake right now, but having Lando close like this had given you enough to carry on.
''That was so fucking hot, fuck y/n'' he whispered, leaving wet kisses all over your face.
All you did was hide your face in his chest and hold him tight, get both of your breaths back to a decent rate again, bask in what had just happened.
A short while later, as much as you both just wanted to doze off, your bodies were too slick and sticky to be comfortable.
With not enough energy to shower, Lando got up and gently cleaned you both up with a warm towel, before he jumped into bed beside you sleep-clad body, pulling you to his side.
You were half asleep, though awake enough to say something.
''I love you Lando, please don't leave.''
He kissed your forehead. ''Trust me baby, I'm stuck to you forever. And I'm so fucking sorry for the other night. I love you so much. So so much.''
''Nah, forget that. Just happy to be together now. I'm home'' you said, smiling in your daze.
Suddenly, something piped up and you shot out his arms.
''Lan!''
''Baby what, are you ok?'' he said, shocked at your burst of energy.
You giggled.
He shot his eyebrows and hands up.
''We did...a lot of things tonight..'' you started.
''Yeahh, and? he asked.
''I didn't get to blow you'' you pouted.
''Fuck'' he mumbled, and you didn't miss the way he palmed himself.
You wiggled your eyebrows.
''How quick can you get it up?'' you asked as he pulled you onto his lap.
''You're gonna fucking end me'' he whispered.
But finally, it was you and Lando. Together. Forever.
A.N - i think this is my longest fic. Wasn't sure if I liked where it was going, but pretty happy with how it turned out. The smut is probably my favorite that I've written, so please enjoy and let me know what you think in the comments. Also - absolutely no hate to Magui.
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maybe in another universe; m |jjk
pairing: jungkook x reader
word count: 6.2k
genre: idol!jungkook, angst, childhood friends, exes to lovers?, smut
rating: 18+
warnings: protected sex, making out, groping, fingering, jk is saur in love <3, oc is an overthinker, they're v needy, he loves watching her cum <3, giggly kisses, jk wants to hit it raw so bad đđŒđđŒ, one (1) boob squeeze i think, oc scratches his back đ€
summary: jungkook is tipsy as he wanders the streets of seoul, and still, you're all he can think about.
a/n: it's bestie jk's bday!!! so here's a little fic n i swear i was gonna post smth fluffy but...here we are!!!!! sorry not sorry </3 love u
âââââââââââââââââââââ
âI need you.â
âWhat?â
âI miss you so bad.â
âAre you drunk?â
âI love you. So much. It kinda hurts.â
âJungkook.â
Silence. Except for the faint noises of cars passing by.
You hear a little sigh. âMissed hearing you say my name.â
Your fingers clasp tighter around your phone. âWhyâd you call?â Itâs 2 a. m., and the only reason you answered is because you were worried. This is the first time heâs called since the breakup.
âJust âcause,â he mumbles. You can hear the pout heâs speaking with. âWe have a one week break from tour and I came back to Korea. Missed home and Mum, and you.â
âYouâre in Busan, then?â
âSeoul.â
Heâs here. So close.
You shake your head. Take a steady breath to calm your giddy heart. You shouldnât care.
âWas at my parentsâ for two...three days.â After a short pause, he continues, âBeen wanting to talk to you all day long, but I didnât have enough courage.â
âI mean...â You slump back against the couch, your head falling back. âThere isnât anything for us to talk about.â
âNo?â he asks, confused. âIâve got so much to say, though.â
âI meant, like, we shouldnât be talking. At all. âCause weâre â weâre done.â You thought you were. You thought you made it clear when you broke up with him.
âHavenât you missed me at all?â He sounds both accusing and sad, and you think your heart breaks a little. âI think about you constantly,â Jungkook whispers, his confession carrying a soft hopelessness through the phone.
You sit up straight. âHow much did you drink?â
âHmm, not much,â he answers. âIâm not drunk!â he quickly adds. âJust needed some alcohol to have enough courage to call you.â
âYou drank because of me?â
âYouâve never done this?â
âIâd like to say it wasnât because of you.â
âSo... youâve been thinking about me too?â he asks tentatively.
You close your eyes. âIs this a conversation we should be having?â
Jungkook heaves a defeated sigh. With your eyes closed, you can almost picture him standing outside, the chill of the night air mixing with his feelings of loneliness. Maybe heâs pacing, or just staring into the distance, eyes weary with a faint trace of frustration mixed with vulnerability etched on his face.
âYou can hang up if you want. I just hoped we could talk a bit. Iâve been â Iâve been feeling lonely and a little sad, and I couldnât get you out of my head,â he babbles. âIâm sorry if you donât wanna talk.â
You wish you could be cruel â could be a cynic and just hang up. But you canât. He is tipsy and emotional, and you still love him too much.
âNo, itâs fine.â If only he knew how much youâve been wanting to hear his voice again. âI didnât expect a call like this tonight, thatâs all,â you add, pulling your legs up to your chest. âAre you on your way home?â
âYeah. Iâll be there soon.â
âYou have the dorm all to yourself?â
âThe dorm? Ah, yes, I was the only one to fly back to Korea. The others stayed in the US.â
You hug your knees with one arm.
âWhy are you still up so late?â Jungkook asks, as if he isnât the one roaming around, tipsy and a bit of a heartbroken mess, in the city in the middle of the night. He does all that and yet worries about you.
âI was just eating.â Your eyes drift to the remnants of food in front of you. âAnd watching a drama.â The big screen is on mute. You hurriedly searched for the remote to turn off the sound once you saw the callerâs name.
âWith your mum?â
âNo, sheâs at the studio. I think sheâs finishing up some songs,â you say. Your mum left sometime in the evening, saying sheâd had a sudden spark of inspiration and needed to go to the company. You bet she wonât come home until 4 a.m. âI couldnât sleep and was craving some tteokbokki, so...â
âFrom the restaurant at Gangnam?â
A soft, hesitant smile blossoms on your face. âThey make it the most delicious.â
He mutters a wistful sound. âI havenât had it in so long.â
Your fingertips gently tap against your knees in a slow rhythm. âYou should definitely have it before you leave again.â
âWith you?â Just two words and yet theyâre filled with so much innocent hope.
Your fingers halt.
âOh?â
âWould you not want to see me?â
âIâm not sure if we should.â
âBut do you want to?â Heâs met with silence from your side. âYou were one of the reasons I really wanted to come back to Korea.â
âBut what if I donât want to meet up?â
âThen donât open the door.â
âI donât...What door?â
âYour door,â he answers conversationally.
You hurriedly scramble to your feet and walk to the door. âYouâre here?â The screen on the intercom shows Jungkook, holding up his phone against his ear and patiently waiting.
âYou watching me?â Jungkook teases, playfully cocking his head to the side as he stares directly into the camera.
âOh.â You take shy step back. Blood rushes to your cheeks.
âOpen the door for me? Please?â
You donât think itâs a good idea to let Jungkook in. But his doe eyes. His pleading doe eyes. They do it for you.
You buzz him in and, while you wait for him, you try to calm your racing heart.
When the elevator doors open and Jungkook steps out, youâre struck by the sight of him after months apart. You take in every detail: his tousled hair, his tired but still striking eyes, the way the light catches the contours of his face. He looks so handsome, so achingly familiar. Youâre drinking him in with your eyes, unable to believe heâs actually here.
âI thought you were heading to the dorm,â you say as Jungkook steps out of the elevator.
âI didnât say that.â A pout graces his face.
He said he was heading home.
âI missed you,â Jungkook says, and suddenly you become awfully aware of the situation unfolding before you. You have to blink twice to make sure youâre not just picturing a hologram of Jungkook in your apartment. This time, he is real. Not a figment of your imagination.
âMe too,â you admit with a heavy heart.
A lopsided, sorrowful grin appears on his mouth. âCanât bring yourself to say it back?â
âJungkook, you-â You shake your head, sighing as your scramble for words. âYou shouldnât even be here.â
Itâs the middle of the night, and upon answering a call from Jungkook, he stands right in front of you â just like in the dreams you secretly have at night when youâre feeling lonely again. It shouldnât be this easy. It really shouldnât be this easy for him to say these things and fall back into a natural pattern with you when youâve been crying yourself to sleep at night, wishing your love for him would die.
And yet, here you are, with dangerous words at the tip of your tongue, barely resisting the intense urge of your heart to scream how much it has been wanting him back.
âBut letâs not â let's not just stand here.â You point to the slippers next to him. âTake off your shoes and Iâll...I dunno, put on a movie?â You go back into the living room as Jungkook hangs up his coat and follows you.
âOh, that looks delicious,â Jungkook exclaims when he spots the leftover tteokbokki on the coffee table.
âI can heat it up for you, if you want,â you offer. Judging by the way his tongue wets his bottom lip, itâs clear heâd appreciate that.
Jungkook trails behind you into the kitchen.
âSo, watchu been up to?â He leans his forearms on the counter, watching you from across the island as you put the tteokbokki into the microwave.
Heâs been in this kitchen countless times before. Heâs made you tea when you were sick, prepared hot chocolate when you needed comfort, and knew exactly where to find the snack stash for movie nights. Heâs even prepared breakfast for you and your mum on some mornings. But tonight, he canât shake the feeling of being a stranger here. The memories of those moments feel distant, like a blurry movie he watched when he was too young to fully remember, leaving him with only a vague sense of familiarity.
âJust, you know, studying, working. The usual.â You turn to him, mimicking his position on the other side of the counter.
âSo much on your plate that you couldnât reply to my messages?â
His gaze is intense and shameless, and you look away.
âI donât think itâs a good idea to reply to messages sent by your ex.â You turn around, leaning your back against the counter. âWhat am I supposed to text back when you tell me that you miss me?â
âHey, just last week I asked how you were doing. You couldâve replied to that one.â You can sense the sulkiness in his voice, mingled with a touch of light-heartedness, but you donât turn to face him.
Jungkook closes the distance between you.
âYou donât want me in your life anymore? Like, at all?â
Your engulfed by his scent as he stands next to you, struggling to form a proper answer as you hesitantly peer into his face.
The microwave dings, and you breathe again.
âWhen was the last time you had this?â You place the plate in front of him and hand him the chopsticks.
âItâs been a few months. Before the tour started, I was dieting, so, maybe 5 months?â Jungkook doesnât notice the roll of your eyes when he mentions dieting, his attention focused on the hot tteokbokki between his chopsticks. âMhmmm.â He closes his eyes tightly, tipping his head back as he tastes the food on his tongue. âSo good.â
âFeels good to have a bit of home again before you leave?â
Jungkook nods vigorously, his eyebrows scrunched up as he eats more.
You find yourself smiling, only realising it when Jungkook mirrors your grin. A giddy thrill and a soft ache twist together inside you like a secret exposed to the light. Unable to bear the eye contact, you look away, hiding your smile by biting your bottom lip.
You notice Jungkook offering you a piece of tteokbokki in your peripheral vision. âNo, thanks. Iâm really full. I had a lot.â You rub your belly.
âYou always used to steal bites of mine, even when you were full.â
âI used to steal your dessert. Not dinner,â you correct him. âI can never have enough dessert.â You canât help the small laugh that escapes you. âBut that was when things were... different.â
Jungkookâs playful expression fades slightly. He chews slowly, contemplating your words. âDoes it have to be that different?â
The delicate confession that hangs heavily in the air.
The warmth in your chest tightens, and youâre reminded again. Reminded of the reality youâve both been trying to avoid â more so you than Jungkook.
âMaybe it does,â you reply, the small, almost imperceptible nod you give him almost. âThings change, people change.â
The weight of your words settles over both of you like a cold shadow.
Jungkookâs eyes search yours, as if trying to find a crack in the wall youâve put up. âBut what if some things donât have to change? What if...some things are worth holding on to?â
So much longing and regret in his words, his eyes, his heart â he is blue everywhere.
âItâs not that simple, Jungkook.â The ache in your voice betrays the calm youâre trying to maintain. âWe canât just go back to how things were.â
He steps closer, and his familiar scent surrounds you again, making it so hard to act rationally when so many past memories swirl in your mind.
âI know we canât go back. But I donât want to lose you completely. Canât we find a way to be something else? Something that works?â
The idea of keeping him in your life, even in a different way, tugs at you, but you know the danger in that. You know how easily the lines could blur again, how much harder it would be to protect your heart.
That reminds you, there are still pieces of Jungkook left in your room; t-shirts and sweatshirts scattered in your wardrobe.
Taking a deep breath, you push off the counter. âBefore I forget, there are still some of your things in my bedroom.â
You catch the sudden confusion in Jungkookâs eyes, but you donât let it deter you as you pad into your room.
âItâs just a few of your shirts. Iâve been meaning to give them back to you, but uh, I wasnât sure how to approach you because I didnât want to contact you, but anyways.â You grab the neatly folded pile of clothes from the back of your wardrobe. âNow youâre here, so.â You hold the pile out to him.
He regards his forgotten clothes with a sight raise of his brow. His hands donât move to take them.
âTheyâre old anyway,â he says. âI donât need them. Just throw them out.â
You hesitate, holding the pile tightly.
You wonât throw them out. He knows that too.
âFine,â you shrug nonchalantly, storing his clothes back into your wardrobe. They sit there, a constant reminder that he still has a place in your life, even when he shouldnât. Haunting every little corner that still belongs to him. But youâre just as guilty, allowing him to do so.
When you turn around again, you see the loaded expression on his face, and your immediate response is to ignore it â redirect his attention before he starts digging up old feelings, past memories, and forgotten promises that will only make you doubt the walls youâve tried to put between you.
âI think you still have some tteokbokki left-â
â___.â Jungkook interrupts you, grabbing your hand. You feel the warmth of his skin, and youâre mortified and comforted at the same time. âI thought we would always speak comfortably with each other. No hiding, no walls â just the truth.â
âThat was before the breakup,â you counter, barely able to hold his gaze. âThere is no we anymore.â
âHow can you say that when our whole lives have been intertwined? We canât just pretend it all meant nothing, erase everything.â
âBeing with me is an inconvenience for you, Jungkook.â
âIs that why you broke up?â
Ah, right. You never told him the real reason.
The night when you broke up with Jungkook was a bit chaotic.
You hadnât planned on ending the relationship. Threads of worry had plagued you for some time, and you had been considering breaking up with him, but you never had the courage. You loved him, still do. And losing the one person youâve trusted since childhood was terrifying.
But that night, while waiting for Jungkook at your favourite convenience store, you grew impatient. Waited for so long that you started eating ramyeon without him. As you sat by the window, gazing at the night sky, you decided that tonight you would break up.
Jungkook had always been busy, and you never minded it. Didnât even mind it as you were eating ramyeon while pondering how to tell Jungkook. But Jungkook had so many things on his plate, so many worries, and you didnât want to make his life more complicated by being his girlfriend. He tried so hard to always respond to your texts, tried to call at reasonable times instead of the middle of the night after practise, and promised to meet you at times other than when the sun had long fallen.
Jungkook needed to prioritise things that were more important to him.
And knowing his selfish tendencies, you needed to help him a little.
âPart of it, yeah,â you answer.
Jungkook doesnât hesitate when he says, âYouâre worth the inconvenience.â
You think he holds your hand a little tighter, but maybe you imagined it.
âIâve never loved anyone as much as I love you, and that night, I â I didnât know if I would ever feel okay again.â
Jungkook was so used to you giving in. Was so selfishly used to having you whenever he wanted, that once you finally pulled away, his world had lost its gravitational pull. Suddenly, he was left adrift, circling aimlessly like a planet that had lost its orbit.
âI still donât know. I miss you every night and keep wondering how to move on, but Iâm not sure if that will ever happen. How do you move on from a love like ours?â
Heâs known you for almost his entire life, and having you completely erased from his life felt like something he could never get over. Jungkook went a little insane. Everyone around him noticed his change in behaviour, but he pretended to be clueless, perhaps as a foolish act of hoping that you might return, change your mind, want him again, and never leave. Itâs the hopeless romantic in Jungkook that makes him cling to shreds of hope for a better ending â a happy ending.
And maybe itâs not so hopeless after all, he thinks, as he watches your eyes sparkle with gentle love when you meet his gaze.
âHave you never thought about calling me?â he asks. âNever wanted to text back?â
âI almost do every night.â
âWhat makes you hesitate?â Jungkook steps closer, and itâs so dangerous, but you canât keep pretending you donât want him.
Which is why you whisper your next words, staring down at the small space retaining between your bodies.
âBecause I know that Iâd forgive and not fight.â You want to force your eyes back to him, but canât. âItâs not like I wanted to break up. I just did it because I thought it was the wisest decision for us.â
â___.â Itâs just a soft murmur of your name, slipping off his tongue with more love than it should, and it sends your heart fluttering far too easily. His voice draws your gaze up to him, and youâre met with eyes brimming with pure yearning and raw adoration. You never forgot how he looked at you, but you did underestimate the intense pull of his gaze â how it stirs something deep within you, even now.
âI thought it was for the better, but...â You trail off, lost in his eyes, forgetting what you were trying to explain and deny. Because what does it matter? How does anything matter when heâs here â when heâs here and not a single bit of his love for you has wavered?
Jungkook cups your cheek with his free hand. It pulls you closer to him. His thumb brushes gently across your skin, and the world outside of this moment blurs into insignificance.
You can feel your resolve crumbling, the walls youâve built around your heart starting to fracture. Itâs terrifying and comforting all at once, the way heâs always had this power over you â the way he can unravel you with just a look, a touch, a simple word.
âI donât want to let you go,â Jungkook says, his voice tight with emotion. His hand remains on your cheek, as if heâs afraid youâll slip away if he lets go.
âNeither do I,â you confess, barely believing your own words. But voicing it out loud seems to untangle something within you that had been knotted and confused for so long.
Jungkookâs eyes search yours, making sure he heard you right, that this moment is real and not just another dream heâs afraid of waking up from. His thumb stills on your cheek, and you can feel the warmth of his palm spreading across your skin, grounding you, anchoring you.
âIs this okay?â He leans in the slightest bit.
You nod, muttering a small âYeahâ as your gaze lingers on his sparkling eyes, the soft curve of his nose, the tiny mole beneath his lip â everything that reminds you of longing, comfort and the feeling of home.
The moment his mouth presses against yours, you feel a surge of warmth. Itâs tender and soft, his mouth brushing against yours with a mix of hesitance and longing. As the kiss deepens it becomes more fervent, more urgent, as if heâs trying to convey everything heâs been holding back.
Your lips move with a slow, deliberate rhythm, and the touch of his tongue sends shivers down your spine. Thereâs a slight pressure as he cups your face, wanting you closer, while his other hand slides down your back, settling on your waist.
âI hope you know that I didnât come here with these intentions.â Jungkook murmurs against your lips, his voice husky. But you guide him towards your bed.
âI know. Itâs okay.â You straddle his lap. âYou wouldnât be here if I didnât want you to.â
Jungkookâs hands are eager and exploratory, skimming over your shoulders, your back, and down to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. His chin rests in the crook of your neck as he breathes in deeply.
âYou donât know how much I missed you,â he mumbles, nose tickling your neck as he snuggles closer to you. âYou missed me too, right?â he speaks with an innocent pout on his lips that you donât even need to see â you know itâs there.
âOf course I did. Why would you think otherwise?â You run your fingers through his silky hair, which is a comfort for both you and him.
âI think I just need to hear you say it.â
He draws back, and a soft smile touches your lips as you see the achingly tortured expression contorting his face â traces of love and relief at having you so close, right where he wants you.
âI missed you.â You keep your eyes on him.
âAgain,â he urges softly.
âI missed you.â
Your fingers gently curl around his face.
Jungkookâs lips brush against yours in a fleeting kiss. His forehead falls against yours as your words sink into him, straight to his heart.
âOne more time? Please?â
A giggle slips out of you. âI missed you, Jungkook.â
Your laugh dies in your throat when he crashes his lips against yours, more forceful and passionate this time, pulling you so close to him, you feel everything.
Your hips move on their own, instinctively grinding against his lap. Heâs hard and the bulge is right where youâre craving him the most. You kiss turns sloppy and needy and itâs filled with heavy breathing.
Jungkookâs hands are all over you. His touches leave tingling sparks everywhere. Youâve gone months without him, and every little brush of his finger makes you lose your mind. Especially when his hand dips into the front of your tiny shorts, lightly grazing the pad of his finger against your panties and making you twitch when he brushes over your clit. You break the kiss, inhaling sharply.
âI wanna make you feel good.â His words are hushed, a slight tremor tinging his voice. His fingers disappear into your panties, rubbing his middle finger along your folds and spreading your wetness. Jungkook is tender as he moves his finger, and you wish you could see him playing with you, watch him be so soft with you because he loves treating you with delicate care, and you love feeling like youâre everything to him.
Your hips buck as he circles your aching clit. You start whine softly as Jungkook applies a little more pressure, his steady, deliberate movements intensifying the sensations as he continues to rub your sensitive spot.
âYou like it?â His gaze fixed intently on your reactions to his touches. His doe eyes drink up every nuance of your face and body â each twitch, shudder, and breath. His expression brightens with a trace of satisfaction.
âFeels good,â you reply shakily.
He has you making his fingers all sticky and wet. As Jungkook slowly teases your hole, drawing tiny circles and ever so slightly dipping the tip of his finger inside, your eyes close and your breath catches while you anticipate the familiar stretch of his finger.
Jungkook slides two fingers inside you, and your brows furrow as you feel them burying deep within your pussy. He moves them slowly, each stroke eliciting soft, breathy moans from you. The gradual, teasing rhythm amplifies your pleasure, and with each tender push, your senses heighten, making you ache for more.
âMove your finger like â oh. Thatâs right. Donât stop, please.â
His fingers brush against your sweet spot continuously, making you grip his shoulders tightly, your nails digging into his skin as you try to anchor yourself and try to tame the soft trembles of your body as the pleasure reaches you everywhere.
Jungkook holds you close to him by having his hand placed firmly on the small of your back. He keeps you perched on his lap while you lose yourself in the feeling.
As the pleasure builds, you find yourself melting into him, whimpering his name in a gentle hush. The soft sounds of your voice blends with the rhythmic movements of his fingers.
Jungkook feels you tightening around him. He doesnât increase his pace but keeps his steady pattern going, exactly how he knows you like it. You hide your face on his shoulder, overwhelmed by the fast-approaching high. Your muffled noises sharply contrasting with the squelching sounds coming your shorts.
âLet me see you,â Jungkook gently requests, tugging gingerly at your shirt to draw you back. Itâs just a delicate tug, but itâs enough to pull you away from him. Youâre too immersed by the intense feelings enveloping you to fully respond.
He catches the exact moment when your moan gets caught in your throat, your lashes flutter shut, and the sweetest glow settles on your face as you reach your climax.
He doesnât tease you, instead, he lets you revel in the wave of euphoria that pulses through you, your thighs quivering as you gradually come down from your high. As our breath steadies, your foreheads touch, and you exhale heavily through your nose, tickling Jungkookâs face.
He smiles. His eyes reflect a deep satisfaction, because youâre happy and thatâs enough.
Jungkookâs hands travel to your sides and he slowly strokes his palms up and down. Your body is warm and shaky and he wants to hold you forever.
âIs it okay that I want more?â
You nod, kiss him, probably a little deliriously, answering, âI want it just as much.â
Your hand glides under his sweater, fingers tracing the contours of his toned stomach. Jungkook wastes no a time pulling the sweater over his head, tossing it carelessly behind you. He helps you shimmy out of your shorts, discarding your clothes in a hasty rush, stealing giggly kisses between each movement, because you need to feel. He playfully comments on how cute your panties are. His finger lazily skims over the little pink ribbon before the material sinks slips down your legs and pools around your feet in a small heap. You giggle shyly.
Just as you want to sink onto your knees, Jungkook grabs you by the elbows, not letting you.
âWant you on the bed, ___. I need to feel you,â he says, voice strained with desperate need. Jungkook leads you onto the bed, gently laying you down. Your head sinks into the soft pillows. He spreads your legs, settling himself comfortably between them.
Your hair is fanned around your head against the pillow. Jungkook canât help but stare, utterly captivated. He brushes a few strands away from your face, his fingertips lingering as if memorising every curve. His gaze holds a quiet affection, mingled with a sense of awe, like he is seeing you for the first time and falling for you all over again.
A curse slips his mouth as she stared down at your bare pussy, glistening and shining just for him, looking so pretty only for his eyes. For a few seconds, he allows himself to rub his tip over your wet folds. Just gentle brushes, nothing more. You donât stop him, letting him play a little.
Jungkook is painfully hard, and he dares to slide his tip further down to tease your hole a little. His stare is fixed downcast while he pokes his cheek with his tongue to distract himself from the urge to push himself all the way as he minimally dips his head inside. Jungkookâs so sensitive, he thinks he could cum like this. Heâd go insane if he slipped his cock into without protection. Heâs let his mind wander to this fantasy a few times and he so desperately wants to feel all of you with no barrier, especially after not having you for so long, but you both have to be careful.
Someday, when youâre older, Jungkook thinks. When he can love you endlessly without always having to consider the consequences.
âJungkook.â You pull him back to reality, and a faint pink flush colours his face.
He bends over and opens your nightstand drawer, searching for a condom. His fingers brush against several plastic foil packages, and he pauses, lost in thought. He thinks back to the last time he was over at yours. How many were left in the drawer then? Is his mind playing tricks on him, or were there more condoms the last time he was here?
While Jungkookâs mind drifts to you every night his head falls against the pillow in a different city each night â have you been letting other boys warm your bed?
You say his name again, forcing him out of his racing thoughts once more, this time with a note of impatience.
Jungkook tears open the wrapper, tosses it away along with his doubts, and focuses on you again. You chose him, and for now, thatâs all that matters to him.
He rolls it down his length. Your eyes fixate on the slow connection of your bodies. Once heâs fully inside, a shaky whimper escapes your throat, trembling as it leaves you. Jungkook begins to move his hips with deliberate thrusts, and your head rolls back, eyes drifting to the ceiling as Jungkook finds his pace.
âYouâre so pretty.â His eyes roam over your naked figure, so much adoration and maybe a hint of obsession hiding in them. The white covers beneath you are messy and chaotic, and you lie on top of them like a delicate masterpiece, a striking contrast to the chaos of the bed. The soft light casts a warm glow on your skin, highlighting every curve and contour. The soft swells of your boobs move with every thrust and he enjoys the sight of it.
You grow a little shy beneath his intense gaze. You turn your head and cover your face with your arm.
Jungkook lowers himself, clicking his tongue as he gently pulls your arm away. âDonât.â His grip is firm on your wrist and he holds it against the covers, preventing you from hiding again. However, his hold on your chin is careful as he guides your gaze back to him. Fingers slightly caressing your skin. âI love everything about you, baby.â His words coax a small smile from you, which he acknowledges with an approving nod and a smile of his own. âYou donât need to hide from me.â
âItâs just been a while.â You bite your lip. The shyness still lingers, like spotting your crush in a crowded room and instinctively hiding, feeling all giddy inside.
Jungkook slows a little, buried so deep inside you, but his movements are precise, hitting the spot that makes your tummy clench.
âI know,â he says softly, tracing his thumb over your lip to free it from your clenched teeth. He plants a little kiss on your mouth, his tongue sliding over your bottom lip to soothe the ache youâve caused yourself. âI donât think Iâll last long,â Jungkook admits as his round nose brushes your cheek. Youâre so wet and snug around him that he has to focus intently to keep from coming right away. Youâre too good, too pretty, occupying every corner of his mind. âMissed you so much. You donât even know.â
Jungkookâs head falls into the crook of your shoulder. His moans grow a little louder as he moves faster again. He canât help himself. Feels too good. You wrap your legs around him, allowing him to bury himself even deeper. You pull him closer, throwing your arms around him to have him as close to you as possible while Jungkook repeatedly tells you how much he has missed you and loves you, how he never wants to let go of you and keep you to himself forever. How you are meant for him just as much he is meant for you.
Jungkook sneaks one hand between your bodies and grasps your breast. Keeps a firm squeeze around your flesh while your bed rhythmically hits the wall. All the tender murmurs and quiet gasps of your love had been missing from your room for so long that you began to doubt if Jungkook would ever again fill your bed with his warmth and whispers.
You feel the heat rising on your skin, growing with each passing second, and you can sense it on Jungkookâs body too. His back is hot, slightly slick with a sheen of sweat, and you canât resist digging your nails into his muscled shoulders, leaving chaotic, frantic lines across his skin. A whine, which you try to suppress, tumbles from your lips as the tingling sensation spreads through you.
Jungkook pulls back, his movements weary yet determined, and peers at you through heavy-lidded eyes.
âJungkook,â you mumble weakly, and he nods, because he knows.
With a gentle but firm motion, Jungkook shifts, guiding you both onto your sides. He slips an arm beneath your waist, holding you close to his chest as he continues to move inside you. The new position allows him to thrust deeper, and you gasp. His other hand slides down your thigh, hitching your leg over his hip to open you up further.
The intimacy of the position, with your bodies so close and intertwined, makes everything feel more intense, more personal. As you move together, your eyes lock. You see in his eyes the reflection of your own emotions, a mirror of longing, affection.
Tears begin to well up in your eyes, not just from the overwhelming pleasure, but from the sheer depth of the moment, the intimacy of it all, and how much youâve missed him.
He notices the tears glistening in your eyes. âBaby,â he breathes. âAre those tears for me?â
âIâve missed you so much.â
âIâm not letting you leave me again.â Itâs a promise wrapped in desire. âThatâll never happen again.â
His hand on your waist grips you tighter, and his thrusts become more urgent until youâre both teetering on the edge.
Jungkookâs hips stutter as he loses control, and with one final, deep thrust, heâs all the way inside you, spilling into the condom with a low groan. At the same time, you reach your peak, your body clenching tightly around his length, breathy puffs escaping your lips as the intense tremors take over. Jungkookâs holds you steady through all of it.
He stays inside you, savouring the warmth and closeness for a few more moments before carefully pulling out. He presses soft kisses along your shoulder and neck, his breath still uneven as you both come down from the high.
Later, after Jungkook asked if itâs okay to stay â just as you had been plagued by the thought that he might want to leave, and sighed in relief upon realising you were on the same page, lovesick and obsessed after finding each other again â and after he asked if he could borrow one of his old t-shirts and you giggled, saying they are his anyway (they are more yours than his and you both know it), youâre now cuddled up in bed with your head on his chest, right on top of his heart where you belong.
âForgot how comfy your bed is.â He nuzzles deeper into the mattress, wriggling beneath you.
âYou should visit more often, then.â
Jungkook sniffs a surprised laugh at your flirty remark.
âI should, huh?â He brushes his knuckles over your back. âAfter the tour, Iâll make sure to drop by as often as possible,â he says. âSo much that you might get sick of me.â
You smile. Banter and flirt and giggle with him a bit more before you both drift off to sleep.
But you wonder, every time your eyes flutter open in the dark, is it actually this easy to fall back into normality?
Pretend the last few months didnât happen and continue as you had never been apart?
Questions swirl in your head all night long, but the answer to your doubts lies right beside you. Unlike you, he isnât awake, grappling with whatâs right and wrong â heâs softly sleeping, peacefully unconscious of your turmoil.
It makes you think, is it really this simple and youâre just too much? Or is it all a mess, and youâre the only one trying to make sense of it?
Maybe you had it all wrong.
And you wonder, the next morning, are you really that surprised to find the spot next to you empty?
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