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shoutogepi · 4 years

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Jealousy Has Its Perks

Todoroki Shouto

word count : 10.4K holy shit im tired

[ ✘ (nsfw!), ☀︎ ] sin with a cute ending

themes : jealous,dom!shouto, brat,sub!reader, friends with benefits, degradation, quirk use, edging, overstimulation, general bdsm things, & a sweet lil confession

bio : Even though you’re not his, Shouto can’t help but turn green with envy when he sees you dancing on another man at the club.

author’s note : uhhhh can i get a hell yeahhHHH for jealous fwb trope? lmao my basic ass loves these. hope y’all do too <3

also available on AO3 here

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🅂hinsou’s hands land on your waist, cold fingertips pressing into your exposed midriff and guiding your hips along with his. The circular motion has your head spinning, and you let your skull fall back onto his sturdy chest at the feeling of his semi brushing against your ass. Shinsou’s purple locks tickle your neck as he bends and presses his lips to your skin, sucking on the skin just hard enough to leave a ghost of a bruise. His hands cup your hips, squeezing the flesh there softly while his thumbs trace the crest of the bones.

The song blasting through the club changes, a novel and heavy bass causing your throat to vibrate. The sudden need to quench your thirst emerges, and you pull away from the handsome man regretfully. His lavender irises regard you with understanding as you point to the bar, holding up a finger to signal you won’t be long.

Your heels stick to the dancefloor slightly as you cut through the throngs of club-goers, and unsurprisingly a handful of guys attempt to stop you on your travels. Finding a familiar pink head of hair, you slip into the empty spot next to Ashido and let out a sigh of relief as your elbows land on the wooden counter. Perspiration makes the hairs at the back of your neck stick to your skin, and you fan yourself with a cocktail napkin as you attempt to catch the bartender’s attention.

“Not doing so bad for yourself, Y/N,” Ashido grins at you coyly, her words a tad slurred as her black eyes give you a once-over.

You let out a chuckle, painted lips curving knowingly. “Yeah, well… he used to have a crush on me back in the day,” you explain with a nonchalant shrug, finally giving your order to the woman behind the bar. You look at Shinsou over your shoulder, who has returned to his table of friends and is currently being shoved, high-fived, and noogied animatedly.

Ashido gasps exaggeratedly, her mouth turning from an ‘o’ of shock to a grin of delight. “Two heroes wrapped around your finger at once? I can’t believe you,” she laughs, perhaps too hard, because you have to hold her arm tightly to keep her from falling off her stool.

“Hey now, I’m a free woman!” You reason, thanking the bartender as they hand you an icy glass. “I can fool around with whoever I want, thank you very much.”

“Can’t argue with sound logic,” Ashido taps your glass with hers, throwing back the remaining contents of her drink. “You know, you should tap Bakugou, too. Last night, he Lord-Explosion-Murdered this pussy.”

You snort, the alcohol burning your nostrils as it leaks into your nose from the abrupt reaction to Mina’s words. All the pink-haired woman does is laugh with you, the both of you maybe a step past tipsy but not nearly blackout drunk. Not yet, anyway.

“Shinsou though, really? I’m surprised… I thought you were too in love with IcyHot’s dick to tap anybody else,” Ashido teases, poking your shoulder as a frown forms on your face. Her words are playful, but they send irritation surging through your veins. That asshole had cancelled your weekly appointment tonight, which is why you’re here at the club, prowling for a suitable replacement.

You shrug again, allowing the bitter liquid to drift past your lips before you speak again. “What can I say? He knows how to get the job done, and he’s sexy as hell.”

“You sound a little smitten. He must be pretty damn good,” Ashido wiggles her brows at you, a devious smile making its way to her face.

You disregard her comment, looking away from your friend with an eye roll. Smitten? Your relationship with Shouto is strictly physical. But maybe you had been a bit too disappointed when he’d sent you that text earlier. Shaking your head, you take a gulp of your drink, willing the intrusive thought to disappear.

Ashido’s phone vibrates and you watch her face light up at the message. After a brief moment, she stands, collecting her jacket and purse. “Hmm, seems like Bakugou is calling for an emergency meeting,” she winks at you, flashing you a rather lewd photo of the blonde that was clearly not meant for you to see as she walks away. “Give my regards to Shinsou! I wanna hear about all the nasty stuff he does to you with that mind control quirk of his.”

You can’t help but chuckle at that, sighing as you cross your arms. Would Shinsou really be enough to satisfy your cravings? His quirk does interest you sexually, but it’s unclear if he’d be willing to dominate you like that. He always seemed like the type to go with the flow… and tonight, you really need someone to force you to swim against the current, so to speak.

“Shinsou, huh?”

Speak of the icy devil. The voice behind you makes your body still, your eyes widening at his deep tone. The scent of his encaptivating cologne infiltrates the air around you, and a hand slides around your waist, pushing you backwards against his firm chest. You swallow, your tongue poking out to wet your lips in anticipation. What’s he doing here?

“Already forgetting about me, angel?” Lips ghost over the shell of your ear, his hand gliding across your torso until it reaches the other side of your waist, grabbing there and spinning you around. He catches you as you turn, snatching your wrist with his other hand to steady your half-finished drink.

You look up into his heterochromatic eyes, noticing a new emotion simmering there. Is that… jealousy? His cold breath fans over your flushed face, and you bask in the cool relief it provides in contrast to the stuffy club air. “It was you who cancelled our appointment,” you murmur, feigning innocence as you look to the side in a faux-bashful manner, “I needed to find a substitute. A girl has needs, you know.”

Shouto grins down at you, but it seems like more of a snarl as his eyes glare down at you with hostility. One eyebrow raised in mockery, he chuckles lowly. “And Shinsou Hitoshi is gonna do that for you? Are you sure he’s big enough to fill my shoes, angel?”

Your eyes wander back to the intimidating man before you, lingering on the ridges of his muscular form hidden underneath his button-up and slacks. Feeling brave, you down the rest of your drink, tongue rolling out and over the lip of the emptied glass. Shouto’s eyes burn as they follow the movement, his lips parting slightly while his grip tightens on your waist. Shooting him a playful smile, you tug your wrist free, placing the vacant glass on the bar. “What are you even doing here, Shouto?” You change the subject, hand reaching up to tug on his slim tie as a cheeky grin splits your lips. “You don’t like to have fun.”

The action causes him to lean closer to you, his face next to yours. “I was dragged here against my own will, of course— boy’s night. But would you believe my surprise when I saw my little minx walk in, all eyes on her in her skimpiest dress?” His baritone voice loud and clear despite the blaring music, his lips hover dangerously close. The hand you’d freed strikes your ass abruptly, causing you to jump closer to him in shock. His fingers hold the reddened cheek through the thin material of your dress, gathering you into his chest. No one seems bothered by the blatantly sexual action in the club, everyone distracted with their drinks and their own sensual pursuits. “And then, can you imagine how I felt watching her grind up against mind-control, watching him put his filthy fucking hands on what’s mine?”

You let out a heavy breath, delighted at how responsive he is. How possessive he is. “What’s yours?” You challenge, hands landing on his broad chest. His expression makes you press your legs together eagerly, your body starting to bend to his will.

Shouto’s hand leaves your waist to cradle the back of your neck, forcing you to bend your gaze to meet his. “Mine,” he whispers, his lips inching closer to yours by the second. Your pulse pounding, your fingers curling into the cotton of his shirt, your eyes flutter closed. His lips brush over yours, and then he pulls away.

A whine of protest escapes you, and you shove your palms against his chest in annoyance. But he doesn’t even budge, his fingers slipping into your hair and pulling your defiant face to look at him.

“Let’s get outta here, angel,” he nods toward the exit, releasing you and lightly smacking your ass again before his fingers settle at the small of your back, “I think I need to remind you who you belong to.” Shivers shoot down your spine at his choice of words, effectively drowning the bratty response you were so ready to quip at him. Without even a glance at Shinsou, you allow Shouto to guide you out of the establishment and into the crisp night air.

The brisk walk to his luxurious apartment is silent, but laden with anticipation. Your brain begins to ponder if his words had a deeper meaning. The two of you had been engaging in this affair for months now— you aren’t quite sure how it came to be. Your relationship had remained stringently physical, but you couldn’t help the butterflies that filled your stomach when he held you through the night, when his hands would rub your exhausted body tenderly, and when he would kiss you for hours before you’d slip into a satiated, peaceful slumber. And you did not dare to acknowledge the warmth that would blossom in your chest when you’d drowsily awake, still swaddled against his muscular chest with his arms around you as sunlight peeked through the blinds. Physical, yes— your relationship is only physical… regardless of the fuzzy feelings that ebb through you when you’re next to him.

And when he had proposed to have you come over twice in one weekend, you’d nearly panicked at the raw excitement that coursed through you at the premise. After much consideration you had denied his request, fearful that if you allowed yourself even a shred of further indulgence you’d be entirely consumed by the captivating man. He hadn’t overstepped that boundary since, and you weren’t sure if you felt appreciative or disappointed.

Your train of thought is interrupted as you reach the tall doors of his apartment building. The complex is perhaps one of the most expensive in the city— the lobby boasts flat leather sofas and sleek wooden tables. Lush tropical plants with leaves as wide as tennis rackets break up the space, magnificent orchids dotting the area just sparingly enough, and to top it off, an entire wall with running water rushing over the flat surface, creating a sheet of liquid that trickles quietly as you wait for the elevator.

Next to you, Shouto has his hands in his pockets, a blank expression on his face as usual. But after months of getting to know him, you can easily recognize the irritation lingering on his handsome mug. You are not able to think of any words that could possibly calm Shouto’s crackling, brooding intensity, but honestly, a large part of you desperately wants to find out what exactly he has in store for you. It’s clear that he has no intention of forgetting you were about to leave with another man, and his blatant acrimony brings a sliver of joy to you while jealousy oozes out of his every pore— you know you’re in for a wild night.

When the door closes with a deafening click behind you, your body freezes as you wait with bated breath. Sure enough, two large hands curl around your stomach, coasting down your pelvis in a V shape. His long fingers nearly graze your clothed slit, but he changes direction at the last moment, instead securing his palms on your inner upper thighs. He rubs the flesh there roughly, making your head fall back against his shoulder as you gaze up at him. His smoky eyes are already on you, a smirk decorating his pretty lips as his fingers work on your sensitive muscles. Thumbs brushing against the sides of your panties, his movements push the hem of your short dress up along your hips.

“You need to be fucked pretty bad, huh, angel?” He taunts, analyzing how your ass rubs zealously against his crotch. His smirk only grows as you nod, your hand flying up to grapple onto his bicep. “Bad enough to drop your standards so embarrassingly low?”

You snort at his words, turning your head so your eyes catch his. This asshole has some nerve getting jealous after he was the one who cancelled on you. “Shinsou is just as hot as you, Shouto,” you reply boldly, wondering what exactly the price of your words will be. How far can you push this envious beast? Will you be able to take his punishment?

Shouto’s expression darkens, allowing his hair to fall over his eyes as his stare falls to the floorboards. His hands leave your skin, and you whirl around ready to dish out another line, but he’s already a step ahead of you. He lashes out, yanking your body against his by swooping his hand underneath your thigh and cupping your bare ass. He lifts your body so your heels leave the floor, rushing to press your back flat against the drywall. He’s hoisted you up high enough to set your ass against the thin, tall table next to the door which usually holds his keys.

Your legs parted with him standing between them, he places his hands on the tops of your thighs. A low chuckle rumbles out of him, his tidy fingernails trailing up your flesh. “Just as hot as me, hmm? Is he really, Y/N?” His left hand jumps from your thigh to your cunt, the only barrier between you two your skimpy panties. The heat emanating off his palm catches you off guard, a moan tearing out of you as he easily cups your covered sex, sending a searing fever through your body.

“Fuck,” you whimper, hips bucking instinctively against his palm, your body hoping for some kind of friction. The heat makes your pussy twitch, stirring as a cat slowly pulled from a deep slumber.

He tilts his head, as if he doesn’t understand why you’re breathless. “Huh? What was that?” He wiggles his fingertips a bit, enjoying how you whine as the ends of his blistering fingers dig into your core through the material of your panties. Your wetness drips through the thin cloth to coat his hot digits, making it easier to glide them against you.

“More, Shouto,” you squeak, panting heavily as his fingers rub along your slit at an infuriatingly slow pace.

Shouto lets out a low purr of satisfaction at your plea, savoring how your smooth leg tenses up underneath his other palm. Your sweet whimpers are music to his ears, his right hand moving around your thigh to meander toward your ass. “No, baby. Not until my angel answers me,” he murmurs, ducking his head down and placing his lips against the delicate skin on your neck.

A wayward moan evades your gasping lungs as his tongue ravishes your flesh, his teeth scraping over the wet skin. Your legs wrap around his waist, wiggling your body forward so your soft breasts press up against his hard chest, your cunt inching closer to his crotch. “Ugh— nooo,” you gasp as a fingertip presses harshly against your core, just barely pushing your panties into your pussy.

“No? No what?” He laughs darkly, his breath tickling your sensitive collarbone. He draws back from you, his intense gaze focusing on the other side of your neck before he looks directly at you, a sinister glint in his eyes.

Your lip trembling, the brat you’d been so ready to let free is for once taciturn at his dominance. Your submissive nature leaking out in desperation, you whine when his fingertip recedes slightly, leaving your panties barely inside of you without the pressure you really want. “No— Shinsou’s not nearly as hot as you, Shouto!” You rush out, heavy breaths making your chest rise and fall swiftly, restless for his touch to return to you.

But Shouto does not seem appeased by your admission. In fact, his gaze becomes a glare, his mouth curling into a snarl as he grabs your hips, crushing your body against his. “I hate hearing another man’s name come out of your pretty little mouth, Y/N,” he growls.

You’re shocked by his possessiveness, your eyes widening like saucers as his teeth skim your pouting lips. His proclamation makes a cocktail of doubt and lust unfurl in the corners of your body, but you’re torn as you wonder if he really thinks of you as his. Before you can ponder the meaning behind his statement, his eyelids shut and he smashes his lips onto yours.

Your arms are around his neck in less than a second, all thoughts vanishing as your nails scratch his scalp through the short, buzzed hair at the base of his undercut. He groans against your mouth, eliciting a moan from you in response. He takes the opportunity in stride, his hot tongue thrusting into your mouth as hot steam puffs out his nose, his calloused hands squeezing your body carnally. Your lips dance with his clumsily, your other hand cupping the corner of his sharp jawline and pulling his lips closer to yours.

He pulls away from you as your hips begin to grind against his, his eyes still closed with his lips pulling back into a snarky smile. Your needy mewl of disappointment makes his eyes slit open, regarding you with a predatory gaze. He takes in your desirous expression, his stare cold yet sizzling with passion. “You let him defile your perfect skin, angel?”

The hickey Shinsou had left is barely even that— nearly indistinguishable from your skin tone— yet Shouto’s eyes make the flesh on your neck blister with his scalding intensity. Your cheeks flush red, his words fanning the fire inside of you as you bite your lip. You had hoped he wouldn’t notice, but now you realize it was foolish of you to even allow yourself to think his perceptive gaze would skip over something so blatant.

“This heavenly body is mine to mark,” he hisses, a hand fisting your hair and pulling your neck back roughly to reveal the hidden skin from the shadows. The vaguely purple mark now on display in the dim mood lighting of his entryway, more steam billows from the man as he sneers in contempt. “And only mine. Got it, baby?” He does not allow you to answer— his mouth attacks the bruise, harshly sucking the skin while he washes away any recollection of the other man with ferocious swipes from his strong tongue.

Your back bows, your body wriggling in his grasp at the surge of devastating arousal that pulses through you. You shriek his name, hands clawing hysterically into his shoulder and the soft hair atop his head. Your pussy clenches around nothing, making you very aware of the aching need for him to claim you building in your core. Your legs snag his hips closer to yours, his body crashing into you as he grunts, lips finally releasing your battered skin. Without a doubt, the once indistinct mark is now more akin to the remnants of a punch to the throat, the colors already eclipsing into a deep shade of violet.

The lust crackles in the air between you two like thunder, your body a savannah ready to receive the generous relief of the first deluge in months. God, it’d only been a week since you last saw the man, but the unmitigated yearning for him to ravage you is the only emotion you can process.

“Please, Shouto, I need you to fuck me,” you beg, the words slipping out of you like a wet bar of soap from your desperate clutches. You’re mortified at your shamefully wanton admission, your cheeks still red and your body flushed, nearly shaking. You are not accustomed to this submissive side of yourself, but the brat inside of you only watches on in avid curiosity. If he doesn’t escalate this tryst fast enough, you’re afraid your body will fold like a limp noodle in his strong arms.

Shouto seems just as affected as you, his pupils dilated and his erection painfully straining against the confines of his slacks. His hands leave your frame, going to loosen the collar of his shirt by yanking his tie loose and then beginning to unbuckle his belt. You lean forward, your lips meeting his again as your fingers eagerly land on his cheeks, beckoning him closer to you. He moans into your mouth, fist nearly ripping the leather belt from the loops on his slacks, the metal of the snake-shaped buckle klinking loudly as he discards it carelessly onto the tabletop. Hands trailing up your spine, he tugs the zipper of your dress down your back, effortlessly lifting your hips in one hand to slip the garment under your ass and off your legs.

The inferno of jealousy ignites once again as he appraises your figure, clad in a matching set of white silky lace adorned with satin ribbons on each hip and one beneath the valley of your breasts. You’d worn this and Shinsou had almost seen such a marvel? Seen your delectable body in this gorgeous lingerie that he himself had never feasted his starved eyes upon?

Unaware of his change in mood, your lips move along his, begging for him to kiss you back as your tongue swipes his full bottom lip. His palms slide along your back, moving to cup your ass cheeks as he picks you up. You nibble on his earlobe as he swiftly carries you to his bedroom, his fingers jabbing into your behind in response. He kicks open the ajar door forcefully, unflinching as the doorknob nearly cracks the wall. Sliding onto the edge of the mattress, he sits with you on his lap, your legs still secure around his torso. His rough palms glide over your hips, rounding your waist and seizing your breasts, lifting the flesh to sit more perkily on your chest in perfectly round spheres.

“Why are you so fucking gorgeous, Y/N?” He groans, eyes closing in pleasure as you feel his cock twitch beneath you. He presses his mouth to the supple skin just above the cusp of the bra, slurping and nipping and leaving a trail of pretty pink marks. “You’re damn ethereal, angel.”

You’re gasping for air, hips unabashedly rolling against his, the feeling of his strained length making your desire for him to fuck you senseless multiply. Your hands latch onto his broad shoulders to steady yourself, your mind spinning dizzily with desire and the prolonged buzz from your earlier drinks.

“Take off my tie.”

The command rouses you from your far-away state, your fingers slightly trembling as you work on the silky material of the tie. After what seems like an eternity, the knot loosens and the tie slides off his neck into your hands. Shouto’s lips cover yours again, instantly enchanting you so that you don’t notice the sleek item slip through your fingers.

All of a sudden your front meets the cool sheets, your lips ripped away from his. Instead your face meets his pillow, engulfing your senses in the sexy, virile smell of him. You moan into the pillow, ass pushing into the air as your cunt throbs between your legs, ready to be taken in whatever manner he decides. His knees land on either side of your hips, his bulge rubbing into your ass teasingly as his hands close around your wrists. Tugging them behind your back carefully, he loops the tie around the both of them and fastens the knot with a firm pull, jerking once more for good measure.

You swallow into the pillow, teeth poking out to capture your bottom lip when he trails a sole finger along your spine. He’d never tied you up like this before, and the concept excites you to the point that your arousal visibly permeates your white panties.

“Do you feel that?” Shouto inquires, rutting his hips against your bottom so his clothed cock rubs between your ass cheeks. He’s panting lightly, his palms groping your ass and pinching the skin torturously. “Can you feel how much I want you, Y/N?”

“Fuck yes,” you answer, your head turning to lay against the pillow so he can see half your face and hear your voice. “I want you too, Shouto— I need you.”

He sighs at your saccharine words, almost swayed by your submissive antics. If he gives in now, his cock could be in your tight hole in just seconds… But then he wouldn’t get to have his way with you.

“Mmm, you’re cute when you’re desperate, baby,” he remarks, grasping your hips and pulling you down the sheets. He maneuvers you over his lap, and your eyes bug out of your skull as you assume position, knowing what comes next— he’d only done this once before but the memories of that night makes your pussy twinge excitedly. Your arms tied behind your back, your face dangles perilously beside his ankle, your forehead almost skimming the wooden floor. Your body is stiff, and Shouto hums as his hands drift along every inch of your back, ass, and the backs of your thighs.

“I wanna give you what you want, angel, but I promised I would remind you who you belong to, didn’t I?” His words are phrased like a question, but his tone implies them as a statement. Unsure what he wants, you keep quiet, waiting for him to continue.

Apparently, that’s the wrong move, because his freezing hand slaps down hard onto your ass. A mix between a shout and a whine falls out of your lips, your fingers clutching onto themselves in apprehension. Your breathing picks up, ascending into a pant as his other hand caresses the reddened skin with a soothing heat exuding from his palm.

“Did you know I was going to be at the club tonight?”

His question catches you off guard, and you think for a moment before replying with a simple, honest “No.”

Shouto lets out a long sigh, his warm hand leaving your ass and making you tense in preparation.

“So you wore this little number thinking you would just show it to whomever you went home with?” Oh, that’s where he’s going with this.

Again, you’re not sure how to answer. Either way will be unsatisfactory— either you say yes and that would certainly result in a jealous smack, or you say no and he’d spank you for lying to him. You cannot come to a decision fast enough, and the next frigid slap across your other ass cheek steals your breath away as you whimper, your pussy clenching in sadistic delight.

“Answer me, angel. Or I’ll turn this flawless little ass of yours scarlet.”

“I bought it for you!” You blurt out meekly, your cheeks flushing with mortification. It’s not a direct answer to his question, but it’s more than enough to amuse him.

The warmth of his left hand feels hotter this time as it curves around your irritated skin. “Oh?” Shouto all but purrs, his brow raised in interest. “For me, angel?”

You nod, even though your head is below his eye level. “I was gonna wear it tonight, just for you,” you whisper sincerely, blush bright red as your thumbs rub over your knuckles in a self-soothing manner. Deciding you’re already deep enough into your embarrassing confession, you finish your thought with your eyes scrunched shut as you prepare yourself for what you know will come next. “But you rainchecked, so I… thought Shinsou might enjoy it instead.”

Shouto remains eerily quiet for a moment, your heartbeat accelerating wildly as he leaves you waiting, questioning just how he will react. Your body jumps as his left hand swirls around your hips, his arm resting on your back to gather your ass higher across his lap. The neat bows on your panties unravel at your hips, the cool air hitting your swollen cunt as the material is snatched away and discarded. He forces you to wait for another dizzying pause, the urge to squirm in his grasp tempting but you force yourself to stay motionless.

Tears spring into your eyes as his palm crashes against you, his arctic hand causing your body to thrash in recoil, and a strong gust of chilled wind slapping against your dripping folds. A shaky breath escapes you, morphing into a distraught cry when his hot thumb plunges into your aching core, rubbing and curling against your shuddering walls with spite.

“I thought I told you not to say his fucking name,” Shouto jeers, taking his thumb out of you to rub mercilessly betwen your petals, spreading your abundant slick with ease. Coasting down to your clit, he smirks as you sob, your legs quaking.

Your hips jut backwards on their own accord, forcing his thumb to penetrate your cunt again. You moan at the stimulation, squeezing the digit and grinding so it presses against your velvet walls.

He chuckles, pressing the finger as deep as he can and savoring the shameless wails the action induces. “How can you look so pure and act so naughty?” He wonders aloud, his frosty hand trailing along your thigh as he works his thumb inside of you. “You’re really just a little slut, aren’t you? Fucking yourself with my finger so brazenly.” He sighs as he feels your core clenching around his thumb, grinning as you whine at the loss of the digit.

“Please, just fuck me,” you exclaim, turning your face to look at his haughty gaze above you, “Make me forget about anyone else!”

Shouto pinches your inflamed ass cheek, forcing another whimper to croak out of your throat. “Aha, is that your game, angel? Want me to fuck you so hard I’m the only man you see? Fuck this little pussy so good no other cock can satisfy you, hmm?” He maneuvers your body effortlessly, positioning you to face him as you sit on his lap. The smooth material of his slacks irritates your sore ass slightly, but all you can bring yourself to do is nod, your arms shuffling behind you with the want to reach out and touch him.

His hands settle on the apex of your thighs, rugged fingertips soothing the skin there before he lifts your body, standing and placing you neatly on the floor before him. Casting an innocent look up at him, you shuffle to your knees, arching your back to your breasts and ass pop out for his aerial vantage point.

“You know what to do, don’t you baby?” Shouto snickers as he untucks his shirt and begins to snap open the buttons down the center of his chest, revealing his creamy skin to your lustful eyes. Leaving the shirt on with his abs on display, he undoes the clasp and zip at the front of his hips, slowly unveiling the delicious V tapering south below his slacks. You squirm in impatience, eyes glued to the trail of fine, bicolored hair he uncovers as his slacks sag tantalizingly slow. His thumbs slither underneath the elastic band across his pelvis, lowering the hem just enough to show you the base of his thick, hard cock. “Alright, angel,” he rumbles, and you feel a stray bead of arousal drip down your thigh at his gruff tone, “Convince me you deserve to have this cock in you.”

As soon as he shoves his briefs low enough for his length to spring free, your lips drown his cockhead with haste, your tongue welcoming his hot, heavy tip with eager flicks. Shouto groans when you suck abruptly, your cheeks hollowing as you allow his member to drive deeper into your mouth. His hand landing on the back of your head, you take that as your cue to leap forward, slamming the entirety of his impressive cock into your open throat as your nose brushes into his abdomen.

“Fuck, Y/N!” Shouto gasps, his hips bucking into your face and shoving the tip of his dick into the depths of your throat.

Tears beading in your eyes, you refuse to let up, releasing a loud moan that makes his cock vibrate. Shouto throws his head back, his fingers curling in your hair as his hips recede, leaving only the tip inside your mouth and you gratefully take in a breath of air before he shoves back in.

“You take my cock so well, angel— fuuuuck, just like that,” he grumbles, pistoning into your face at a slow, deep tempo, the back of your throat caressing his tip delectably as a fat tear races down your cheek. Your cheeks flush pink and your chest tightens from the lack of air, but Shouto’s low grunts falling on your greedy ears has your cunt pulsing with need, your spit trickling down your chin. Shouto’s rabid gaze locks with yours, monitoring your wet eyes and your pleading pout as he speaks, “You look so beautiful slobbering on me like this, my little slut.”

You flutter your eyelashes at him, humming on his length as you continue to bob back and forth. Your tongue lathering the veiny underside of his length, the promiscuous flavor of salty pre blooms on your tastebuds. Your head recedes back, keeping just the swollen head inside your mouth as you twirl your tongue in circles around him.

You pop his cock out of your mouth, and send him a closed-lip, coy smile as you smear the slick tip against your mouth. Shouto sighs when your half-lidded gaze meets his, your tongue poking out and curving to dawdle up and down his length.

“That’s enough, baby. Come here.” Shouto bends and picks you up from the floor, kneeling on the mattress and crawling toward the center with you in his arms. Your back collides with the silky sheets, your arms awkwardly stuck behind you with the tie rubbing your wrists. Shouto opens your legs, hovering over your body and making you suddenly feel small in comparison to him. Your cunt parts at the motion, exposing your twitching, saturated hole to him and sending a fresh blush to your cheeks. One hand propping himself up, the other stroking your cheek gingerly, he ushers you to look at him. He whispers to you, his voice calm yet enticing, “You want me to make you feel good, angel?”

“Please,” you implore, your voice hoarse and quiet from his abuse on your throat, “Please touch me, Shouto.” Your mind hazy with a lascivious fog clouding your senses, you can barely find the words to beg.

Even just his hands floating down to your breasts makes you shiver. Your lip between your teeth again, Shouto smirks at you as his fingers pinch the ribbon holding your bra together. Deliberately taking his time, he unravels the neat bow, examining how the silky fabric falls apart so smoothly. The bra cups fall to the side, exposing the smooth skin of your breasts to his feasting eyes. You release a string of mewls as his lips graze the marks he’d left behind earlier, darkening the blemishes with gentle bites. Tongue tracing around your areola, your thighs squeeze around his waist when the warm muscle brushes along a pebbled nipple. Pressing your lips together harshly as he sucks the pert bud into his mouth, your hips jolt against his. His hand kneads your other breast expertly, tweaking your nipple between his skilled fingers. The rough pads of his fingertips only make your nipples stand out more, scraping against you and sending your head spinning.

“You like that, Y/N? Want all my attention on you, don’t you, greedy girl?” Shouto purrs, your breast falling from his lips as he grins at your cheekily.

Swallowing another moan, your breath comes out ragged as you retort, “I could say the same for you, baby.” His fingers on your nipple press together in a pinch, eliciting a strained whimper from you.

Shouto chuckles, poking his tongue out to rove over your other breast, flicking the nub playfully before he speaks a single word. “Touché.” Drifting lower between your legs, his lips leave a wet path down your torso, nibbling and slickening your skin. His mouth littering your body with kisses, an artist eager to make a fresh blank canvas his own. Hot breath colliding with your glistening sex, he groans at the sight of you spread before him. “But damn, angel, can you really blame me?”

Without any warning, he thrusts his tongue into your folds, swiping vertically along your slit and dipping into your entrance with a moan, eyes closed as he relishes your sweet nectar. Your hips dig into the mattress as you struggle to handle the instant relief his touch provides, unfiltered noises of pleasure escaping you. One of his hands slides underneath your thigh to cup your ass and bring your body closer to his face.

Every time Shouto’s mouth is on you, you’re reminded of just how good he is at pleasuring you. He alternates between rubbing his tongue along your silky inner walls and curling the muscle around your clit, sucking the nerve into his mouth and applying just enough suction to steal your breath away. Your body reacts to his touch naturally, with each moan summoned true and raw.

His fingers prod your sex gently, coating the digits in your essence before they slide into your body at a snail’s pace. The friction of his touch inside of you makes your legs clamp around his head, eliciting a deep laugh from the man that reverberates against your clit. Your eyes roll backwards as he begins to pump the digits at a reasonable pace, knuckles curling deeply in search of that plush spot that makes you fall apart underneath him. Saliva mixing with your arousal, Shouto’s chin is drenched in the sinful concoction as he continues his hunt with determination.

“S-Shit,” you choke as his fingertips push into just the right place, your thighs gripping his head so tight you think you’ll crush him. But Shouto doesn’t seem to care, angling his wrist to gain better access, lithe fingers speeding up as his teeth graze your clit. His vigilant eyes fix on your face twisted in ecstasy, minding how your pussy begins to clench onto his digits in desperation, trying their best to suck them back inside. Your heels dig into his broad back as your body begins to squirm, preparing for your first orgasm of the night.

But just as you’re about to tip over the edge, Shouto pulls back. Your eyes fly open to look at him in distress, your lips parting with a gasp as your climax flees without a trace. “Shouto!” You hiss, regarding his sultry smirk in shock. This man has some audacity. “I was about to-”

He interrupts you, his fingers gliding back into your core without resistance, lips wrapping around your clit again. The sudden pleasure of the intensity stokes the mere embers of your previous orgasm with fervor, your head flinging backwards onto the pillow as your spine bows.

Your palms behind your back are slick with sweat, your hardened nipples cutting into the still air of the room as your body writhes on its own accord. Your thighs tremble ever-so-slightly on top of his shoulders, your eyes shutting again as you try your best to hold in your whimpers.

But Shouto doesn’t like that, his mouth abandoning your pearl to snarl, “If you wanna cum I’ve gotta hear your voice. I wanna hear you beg for me, baby.”

His dirty words send a new wave of humiliation crashing over you, your mind horrified at your body’s betrayal. Your submissive demeanor is by no means akin to your usual behavior during your weekly rendezvous, and you’re honestly impressed and shocked that Shouto had coaxed it out with such ease. Already you can feel the tension building in your core, your body happily receptive of his generous caress. Your chest heaves as you attempt to even your frazzled breaths, but once your focus switches to that, the pleasure increases exponentially between your legs. Your cunt quivers obviously, Shouto’s eyebrow raising as he shoots you a taunting look.

“I’m the only one who can get you so close so quick, angel. Aren’t I?” His mouth leaves your clit to speak but his teeth capture the nerve instead as he speaks, his hot breath steaming against your throbbing cunt.

Your chin against your chest, you nod vigorously, your hips inching closer to close the distance between your cunt and his mouth. Your fingers curled into fists against the sheets, your back sticks to the sheets with perspiration.

Shouto shakes his head, teeth releasing your aching clit as he clicks his tongue at you. “I said, let me hear you, Y/N.” His fingers pull out, the fingertips just barely inside as he rims your entrance, just enough to keep your pussy throbbing. He exhales, an icy breath rushing over your sopping sex.

“N-No!” You wail, your voice nearly breaking as your orgasm fades away once again. You were so fucking close! You let out another sob, tossing your head to the side in humiliating agony.

“There’s that divine voice of yours,” Shouto chuckles, nipping your inner thigh playfully. Taking his fingers away, his thumb replaces them as it glides over your soaked slit, dipping into your clenched core amusedly before tearing it away again. Your destitute whine only feeds his dominance, and he rolls his thumb over your puffy nerve gently, enjoying how your hips buck weakly in response. “Come on now, angel. Just tell me what I want to hear.”

Your chest jolts as his thumb presses down just a pinch, cruising down to rub your entrance brusquely. “You’re the only one that can make me so breathless, Shouto. Please,” your voice wavers as you grovel, eyes locking with his, “Please, make me cum! I need your touch, I need your cock, I— I need you!”

Shouto’s gaze flickers for a moment before he smirks, ducking down to kiss your clit softly. “See, baby? Was that so hard?” He murmurs, his words rumbling on your shivering pussy before his tongue parts your folds, driving deep inside you.

You scream at the intense bliss as his thumb works quickly over your clit, his tongue assaulting your velvet insides. Your thighs weakly tighten around his head, your body unable to stay still as the pleasure wracks through you. Lewd moans and swears tumble out of you as you grind against his face, thrilled by the way his tongue never tires. The pressure between your legs is back and faster heightening, your eyes flying open in shock at how astonishingly fast your climax is approaching.

“S-Shouto, I— I’m—,” is all that you can get out before you seize in his arms, your entire body spasming in ecstasy. Shouto only pins your hips down against the mattress with his free hand, forcing your legs to stay open as he continues to assault your cunt, tongue pummeling your tender core and thumb abusing your clit. You can’t even let out a moan because your lungs are empty— all that slithers out of you a string of shrill and broken cries. The pleasure thrums through your body from head to toe, your fingers and toes curling and splaying as sweat runs down your skin.

Shouto diligently continues to lap at your cunt, slurping up the fresh essence dripping out of you onto the sheets. When he pulls back all he can see is your blissed-out, flustered expression, and your nipples standing upright in arousal. Wiping his chin with the back of his hand, he tears the shirt off his shoulders in one swift motion. His slacks shed just as quick, he grabs your hips and throws you onto your front, your face once again in his pillow. “You came without my permission, angel. You wanna be a slut? I’ll treat you like a fucking slut,” he snarls, rugged palms coiling around your hips and forcing them into the air, bending your spine so your body transforms into a delicious arch.

Your heart slams against your ribs in apprehension, your mind still too woozy to make a complaint as his cock plunges inside of you. Your walls spread for his length welcomingly, your arousal and your cum lubricating your cunt. Your eyes roll back at the fullness— the stretch of him stuffing your cunt with his thick cock so delectably euphoric. You’re so wet that it doesn’t even hurt as he impales you, pleasure the only feeling coursing through you.

Shouto growls, your pussy hugging his length so snugly he has to take a moment for his head to stop spinning. “Fuuuck,” he utters huskily, sliding out halfway and inspecting how your cunt grips his slippery cock so desperately.

You cry out as he thrusts back in, the angle already perfectly locating your g-spot and making stars flash across your vision. Your body shakes as a palm cracks against your ass, more tears collecting on your lower lashes at the pain that hurts so good.

Shouto grabs the tie around your wrists with the other hand, yanking your body backwards to slap against his hard torso. Hands flying to your hips, he drills into you as he holds you upright against him. Your breasts bounce as your back arches, cunt trembling at the familiar tension building deep inside of you.

“You wanna fuckin’ cum already, don’t you, slut?” Shouto barks, a hand leaving your hip to hold your breast, trapping your nipple between his long fingers. The friction he provides is exquisite, and long, unabashed moans float out of your parted lips.

“Yes! Yes! Please— Make me cum, Shouto!” You howl, your toes curling at the sacred pleasure so close to peaking within you. Lips latched onto the claim he had laid on your neck, his teeth pinch your skin. His ragged grunts in your ear make your core clench around him, about to reach salvation for the second time.

“Do it, Y/N. I want my slutty angel pussy to cum all over this cock,” he commands, forcing your hips to crash down onto his so his tip jabs your g-spot harshly.

Your body collapses at his approval, cunt squeezing and fluttering and leaking onto him as you release a lewd scream. White hot bliss shoots through you as sinful tides of delirium pull you under. Your body trembles as the ecstasy pulses in your veins, your jaw unhinged and your eyes rolled into your skull.

Shouto pushes you forward so your torso falls flat against the mattress limply. His hips do not stall, continuing to push into your tightened cunt with determination as he drags out your orgasm. “Where’s my nasty little brat now?” He laughs crudely, slapping your ass gently and grabbing the reddened flesh, pulling your hips back against his. “Nothing to say, hmm?”

As if your brain is functional enough to form words. Your limbs feel like jello, wiggling with pleasure and shock as he advances his plight. Your throat is dry from all the panting, your ass sore underneath Shouto’s oppressive grip. But it feels so fucking good, you can’t bring yourself to tell him to stop.

Shouto sucks a breath in between his grinding teeth, watching how your ass bounces against his pelvis as his cock slides into your depths. Sweat dripping down his chest and along your back, his hold on you is tight enough to cut off circulation. His lip twitches as he recognizes his orgasm creeping up inside, and he groans as he pulls out of you abruptly.

You whine at the loss, but you’re silenced immediately as he flips your body and presses his lips to yours. His kiss is pleasantly soft, a harsh contrast to his rough hands which slide around your back and fumble with the tie around your wrists. His tongue pushes inside your mouth, searching for yours and caressing it at first touch. Once the silky material slips off you, his hands rove over your breasts, massaging the heavy flesh tenderly as his cock brushes along your slit. A string of saliva stretches between you as his lips leave yours, a hot, breathy sigh fanning over your face. “This beautiful body is all mine, Y/N,” he whispers, tip slipping between your folds and entering your cunt with ease.

Your eyelids flutter shut at the feeling of your aching hole being filled once again, but the pain makes the pleasure so much more enjoyable. His lips wander along your neck as he begins to thrust into you, your legs wrapping around his waist. He kisses along your clavicle and down your breast, tongue washing over your nipple as his cock brushes along your velvet walls so perfectly.

The friction has your eyes nearly crossed, and the pleasure only intensifies when Shouto guides your legs to rest against his chest, your ankles by his ears. The angle allows greater access, his thick member reaching new depths that elicit a sharp gasp from you. His left hand pushes your abdomen down slightly, his thumb travelling south to flick along your clit lazily.

“Shit, Shouto, I— s-so sensitive,” you whimper, your hand timidly reaching out to rest on his flexing abdominal muscles. The sensation of him dragging against your g-spot so sensually causes your bottom lip to tremble, a tear sneaking down your cheek to land in your hair.

Shouto’s large hand guides yours to land on your thigh, and he tucks his arm so his own hand covers yours as he pulls your thighs closer to him. “One more, baby,” he moans, the thumb on your clit speeding up.

The extra attention summons that familiar build up in your core, a long whine falling from your lips. “I can’t, I can’t,” you mewl but your body says otherwise, pussy tightening slightly as your ankles cross behind his neck.

“I thought you wanted to cum, angel?” He uses your words against you as he sighs, hips picking up to ram into yours. He holds his breath as you clamp down on him, your sinful expression fueling his impending orgasm. “You gonna make me finish on my own?”

The thought of him blowing his load into you has you biting your lip, your hips shuffling against his. Shouto moans, thumb circling your puffy nerve even faster as he continues to pound into you. The sound of your skin slapping together fills the room, the only noise to interrupt that your huffs and moans.

Steam billows from Shouto’s nose as his eyes nearly close, his abs flexing out of his torso as he fights to keep his orgasm at bay. His heavy breath and visible restraint convince your body to give in, and you weep as you sink into euphoria for the third time tonight. Shouto’s right there with you, a strangled growl mixed with a moan ripping from his lungs as his seed spurts into you, his cock twitching and balls draining as he falls to his elbows above you.

Your body feels sluggish as your limbs tremble slightly, the high from your orgasm still clouding your brain as your arms wrap around Shouto’s shoulders. His cold breath refreshes the moist, flushed skin on your neck, long eyelashes tickling your jaw as your nails scrape carefully down his spine.

When he pulls out your body feels incomplete, but Shouto nuzzles into your jaw affectionately, his hands sliding between the damp sheets and your skin to hold you close. He scatters sluggish, persistent kisses along your throat and up your jaw. And when he moves to your face, they only become longer and more intimate, gently guiding you back to reality.

You sigh in content as you lean in to capture his lips, moving sweet and slow against each other. Your digits amble into his hair, combing back the soft tresses so you can see more of his charming face. He moans at your touch, pleased by the soothing sensation of your fingers feathering along his scalp. His own hand follows your lead, fingers steering a stray hair off your forehead and gliding into your tresses to hold your head in his palm.

The pair of you continue to kiss for who knows how long, touching each other tenderly and savoring the feeling of skin against skin. Your lips melding into one, cradling one another fragilely as if you mutually fear the other will break without your embrace. You could spend eternity like this, high off his ambrosial, tender care.

You are the one to pull away first, knowing Shouto would keep this going until morning if he didn’t think you’d come back down from your high. Not that you would mind that, but you should probably clean up the mess that your passionate session had created— his release beginning to trickle out of you onto the sheets. As he pulls back, the emotions swirling in his striking two-toned gaze shock you. His brow is slightly creased as he nibbles at the corner of his lip, eyes darting around your face.

“I’ll be right back,” he murmurs, sitting up and scooting off the mattress, disappearing around the corner of the bathroom door. The sound of water splashing in the sink fills the silence as you sit still, closing your eyes as the cogs in your brain begin to turn.

Oh god, you’d been so shameless tonight— you’d taunted him and he had made you fall apart and beg in return, bending to his every command. Sure, he had always been the dominant one in your rendezvous before, but tonight was different. He had been jealous, when he had no right to be. But is that why your heart is beating so quickly in your chest? Suddenly you’re anxious, overthinking as usual. This is just sex, right?

But then, why did you leave Shinsou’s side so quickly at the bar when Shouto had been the one to cancel on you? And then there was that, too— why had he just ditched his friends in the middle of boys’ night when it was the reason he cancelled on you in the first place? And he had clearly been furious at the thought of you spending the night with another man. Was it because he knew Shinsou? Or was it because he wanted to be exclusive with you?

Well, if he wanted to be exclusive friends with benefits, isn’t that the same thing as dating? Would he ever date someone like you? Wait, would you even be willing to date him? Do you want him to be your… boyfriend? Your eyes widen and a pink girlish blush emerges on your cheeks at the label. What are you, eight years old? Why do you feel so giddy at the possibility of him wanting you, for more than your body?

Shouto strolls out of the bathroom just in time to catch that embarrassing look on your face, but he only smiles sincerely at you and it makes you blush even harder. What the hell? You’re extra submissive for one night and now you’re thinking about your feelings for him? Wait, did you just admit you have feelings for him?

He clambers over to you in the middle of the bed, a washcloth draped on his slender finger. He leans down and pecks you like it’s no big deal, humming as his lips linger on yours just long enough to make you want more. Your body jumps at the feeling of the damp warmth the towel provides, but you relax as the feeling soothes your aching core.

“Was that okay? How do you feel, baby?” Shouto asks softly, watchful eyes gauging your expression as you look at him. “You seemed like you were enjoying yourself, but, I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

You let out a breathless, mirthful chuckle at his concern, reaching out to put your hand on his strong arm. “No, I’m fine. And it was… great. Mind-blowing, actually,” you smile at him bashfully, hoping it was just as good for him.

Shouto’s eyes twinkle as he smiles back, nodding slowly. “It was, wasn��t it?” He helps you sit up, maneuvering you carefully off the bed and gesturing for you to use the bathroom.

After relieving yourself, you look at yourself in the mirror that hangs above the sink, vision falling on the massive bruise blossoming on your neck. You sigh when you inspect the purple mark, but when your gaze floats back to your face, you’re dumbstruck to find yourself grinning like a fool. Terror and thrill floods through you at the realization that if any other guy had left a mark this nasty on you, you’d be furious. And yet, having Shouto’s claim on you makes you feel like the luckiest girl on the planet.

Shit. Looks like you do want him to be your boyfriend.

You’re half expecting the reflection to show a stupid cartoon character with the way that your heart feels like it’s thumping out of your chest. Taking in a deep breath, you determinedly point at yourself in the mirror and breath out shakily, “You can do this.”

Exiting the bathroom, you return to find Shouto leaning against the headboard, the sheets pulled up to his waist and his fingers rubbing together awkwardly. His eyes on his lap, he almost looks anxious. But he notices your presence right away, peeling back the corner of the blanket and beckoning you to slide in.

Placing yourself stiffly on the side of the bed, you take in his confused expression. “I need to tell you something,” you say as steadily as possible. Man, that’s a scary sentence, even if you’re not on the receiving end.

Shouto’s lips part and he looks like he wants to say something, but he swallows whatever it was down and nods, his expression guarded. “I’m all ears,” he replies, placing his hand on the pillow in front of you.

With the spotlight on you, your throat feels dry as dirt, and you nervously shuffle, suddenly very conscious of your nakedness. “Um,” falls out of your mouth, anything to split the suffocating silence. Your palms are clammy, and your fingers delve into the folds of the sheets to hide your nerves. “I know this is gonna sound kind of lame, but… well, I um…” Shouto’s gaze is burning your face, your cheeks redder than ever as you will this humiliation to just end already. Sucking in another breath, the words blurt out of you. “I have feelings for you.”

The surprise on his features is unmistakable. All you can do is stare at him, frozen in uncertainty but strangely enough it feels like a weight has been lifted off your chest. A heavy one at that— one whose existence you refused to acknowledge until ten minutes ago.

“R-Really?” Shouto stutters, looking like he’s just seen a ghost with how wide his eyes are.

You aren’t sure how to take that response, but as soon as your gaze falls from his, his hand shoots out to latch onto your wrist. When you look back at him, a different emotion is painted over his face, one of… hope?

“I have feelings for you, too, Y/N,” he whispers, his own blush dusting over his cheeks. His eyes are soulful and hold nothing but candor and content.

Before you can process his words, his hands are rounding your waist and pulling your body toward his. A different kind of high bursts through you as his lips touch yours, joy storming through the both of you and warm, tingly static crackling between you. These kisses feel different— your heart feels like it’s about to pop, swelling with excitement and relief. Shouto begins to laugh against your lips, and the alluring sound infects you, too, as you join him with a giggle. The both of you are laughing at nothing in particular, but you don’t need a reason to let the noises of elation loose.

Once your laughter ceases, Shouto collects your chin in his hand and places a gentle kiss upon your grinning lips. When he pulls back, his eyes contain a wisp of that jealous fire that had consumed him only hours earlier, and he shoots you a mischievous smirk as he squeezes your ass playfully. “Do you think Shinsou could ever make you feel this good, angel?”

You roll your eyes, chuckling in exasperation at this man’s relentless, absurd envy. “Hmm,” you pretend to think for a moment before you lean closer to him, hands hung loosely around the back of his neck. “Shinsou? Never heard of him.”

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dynamite - b. katsuki

summary; life is sweet as honey, or maybe they’re as sweet as caramel!

genre; fluff, comedy, soft bakugou, best friend! mina, fluff moments w/ bakugou, tsundere! bakugou is what i live for, 3rd year! bakugou

pairing; bakugou katsuki x reader

word count; 2.8k (if you count the lyrics)

a/n: tbh the song doesn’t really fit the theme but the song is cute and i wanted to use it in a fanfic at some point. this is my longest written one shot i think [._.]

ALSO IT’S MY BIRTHDAY! LET’S FUCKIN GO, GAMERS

the song is “dynamite” by BTS, if you haven’t listened to it, please do, it slaps. i didn’t do the entire song bc im too lazy and that’s too long to write ksdjfksdjf i have a limit :monkaW:

‘Cause I, I, I’m in the stars tonight

So watch me bring the fire and set the night alight

You were one of the energetic people in class. You had got along with everyone except the explosive blonde that was Bakugou. You hung out with Mina the most which was how you got initiated into the Bakusquad. With your Quirk, Boombox, it seemed almost perfect that you were in the Bakusquad. You converted sound into explosions though there were drawbacks (that you didn’t wanna get into) of course.

Your classmates wondered if you had known Bakugou before you joined UA. On the first day, you challenged the male after you found out about his Quirk. Of course he had accepted the challenge and during Quirk Assessment, he had won. Ever since you had become another rival for him, but at least it was more of a healthy rivalry compared to him vs Midoriya (but I mean that rivalry got better overtime).

Thought there were several times where it seemed to be more than a friendly rivalry.

Shoes on, get up in the morn’

Cup of milk, let’s rock and roll

King Kong, kick the drum

Rolling on like a Rolling Stone

It was another normal day for you, except you were going to train with your Quirk. Music was blasting in your headphones as you mutter the lyrics, small explosions popping on your hands.

Before you could leave, Bakugou stopped you. “Oi, dumbass.” You looked up at him, sending him a smile. “You going to train?” You nodded at the male.

“Mhm! You wanna come with? I wanna practice working with my quirk! Let me practice with you!” You said eagerly.

“Ugh, you’re like an annoying puppy, you dumbass. I shouldn’t be inviting you to your own practice.” He rolled his eyes. “Of course, I’m coming with you.” He bonked your head before you rubbed the spot he had hit.

“Hey! You’re like an angry Pomeranian! You’re not any different from me! Come on! Let’s go! I’ll beat you this time!” You said, starting to pull him by the arm as he quickly protested to the physical contact but made no move to tug his arm away.

“Like you’ll beat me. I’m still gonna win.” He scoffed. “And who you callin’ Pomeranian?! You fuckin’ dumbass!” You smiled at him in reply as you btoh made your way to the training areas in UA.

“Can I play some music?” He grumbles as you take it as a sign of agreement. You smile brightly, playing your favorite music. You were experimenting if you had to be the one to make the sound of if you could use sound from other sources. You had always assumed that you had you make the sound yourself.

And so the training started. Within seconds, the sound of explosions and yells ringed in the room. Neither of you went easy on each other. It almost felt like a match in the UA Sports Festival. You and Bakugou never went against each other during it due to the fact you lost when you went against Tokoyami. You couldn’t use anything to fight against Dark Shadow well enough.

As the fight between you and Bakugou continued, you had used your quirk with the loud beat of the music. So, I can use my quirk with music! You had thought. Soon the fight ended with Bakugou winning, much to your disappointment. “I almost got you there!” You said as Bakugou sees the determined glint in your eyes, ready to go against him once again.

He chuckled, moving his hand on the top of your head and started to ruffle your hair which earned your surprise. It wasn’t until he playfully shoved you, yelling at you, “Come on! You weren’t even close, dumbass!” You swore you saw pink on his face, maybe it was from the heat in the room (from the fight) but you weren’t sure…

Sing song when I'm walking home

Jump up to the top, LeBron

It was a day off in the dorms. You had been in your room all day pretty much. This was usually normal behavior as you played video games in your free time when you weren't studying or gaming. But more often than not, you forgot that you had to care of yourself during off days. Kirishima had went out with the rest of the Bakusquad, leaving you and Bakugou in the dorms with whoever else was there.

You were ending a comp game with some friends who you often six-stacked with. “Yeah, I’ll see you guys later.” They left the group, leaving you to play a few quick play games. You were still in queue until loud knocks echoed in your room, effectively shocking you. “Who is it?” You asked, after getting over your shock.

“Open up idiot!” Bakugou said. You feel like if he bashed any harder on your door, it might just break. You stop the queue and open the door, revealing the blonde male. “How long have you been in your room? You look like shit.”

“Well...how honest do I have to be to answer your question?” The answer you gave him was enough as he soon put you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “W-what are you doing?!”

Ding-dong, call me on my phone

Ice tea and a game of ping pong

“You haven’t eaten have you?”

“W-well, do small snacks count?”

“No, you fucking idiot.” He took you to the kitchen, putting you down onto a seat as you huffed at him, “Actually fucking eat a meal!”

“Aw, you care about me!”

“W-what? SHUT UP DUMBASS! IF YOU WANNA BEAT ME, DO IT WHEN YOU’RE AT YOUR BEST!” You nodded, laughing a bit at his reaction. He had made some curry with rice, handing a plate over to you while he grumbled about you not eating all day and staying in your room.

“I’ll still beat you! No matter what!” You smiled before you ate. You had realized that this was one of the few times that Bakugou did this on the weekends. “But still, thanks for worrying about me!”

“Shut up! I wasn’t worrying!” His face was red. You wondered if it was from the anger or something else.

This is getting heavy, can you hear the bass boom? I'm ready (Woo-hoo)

Life is sweet as honey, yeah, this beat cha-ching like money, huh

You were at the mall with the Bakusquad (Bakugou included of course). You and Mina were gossiping and talking most of the time. You had suggested to go to the arcade but Mina insisted on dressing you up in some cute clothes before you did. But maybe Mina just wanted to buy clothes for herself as well. You didn’t mind catering to your best friend for a while.

The boys of the squad didn’t go off too far from you and Mina as they decided to go into a video game store for a bit while you and Mina indulged yourself in the cute clothes.

“You’ll look great in it, y/n! Trust me!” Mina encouraged. You smiled nervously at the female before moving into the changing rooms to change. Unknown to you, a certain blonde had been glancing over at you from the video game store window.

“It’s pretty cute!” You stepped out and Bakugou almost choked on air. The waistband of the skirt hugged your waist comfortably as the black graphic tee was loosely tucked in. Now if you were someone else, Bakugou probably would’ve called you some dumb shit like a basic e-girl or something like that. But you pulled it off.

“You need to buy it!” Now, Bakugou couldn’t hear you from how far the stores were. Mina took this chance. “I think Bakugou likes it.” Mina glanced over to the video game store, tilting her head to gesture you to look at Bakugou. You glanced over for a second, locking eyes with the male as you feel your face heat up.

Disco overload, I'm into that, I'm good to go

I'm diamond, you know I glow up

Hey, so let's go

You did buy the outfit. And you made your way to the boys. You couldn’t muster up too much courage, suddenly hyper aware about the blonde’s actions. You all eventually arrived at the arcade, your hyper awareness wiped away as you saw the DDR machines.

“Hey Mina! Let’s go! You think you could beat me this time?” You joked as you accidentally bumped shoulders with Bakugou, trying to call out to Mina. Mina was too busy with Kiri and Sero, making you pout. “Damn, meanie. Hey Bakugou?” You dragged out his name, earning a huff from him.

“I don’t dance.”

“Well, it’s not really dancing! Are you scared that I’m gonna beat you?” You can feel his competitiveness flare up at the question.

“No way in hell am I scared!” He grabbed your wrist, dragging you to one of the DDR machines. “I’ll beat you, dumbass!” You laughed as you let him drag you.

“Okay!” You stood on the colorful arrows as you picked a song. “I’ll win against you, Bakugou! This is my main game!” You said, fully confident in your skills. He ‘tched’ before the song started. As the song went on, Bakugou seemed to care less about winning and more about the bright smile on your face.

'Cause I, I, I'm in the stars tonight

So watch me bring the fire and set the night alight (Hey)

Shining through the city with a little funk and soul

So I'ma light it up like dynamite, woah-oh-oh

You weren’t one to have bad days but today just really seemed like a bad day. Hero training was more draining than usual, one of your friends from general studies seemed to be avoiding you for some reason, and you got in trouble with Aizawa today. Nothing could be worse. It was a stressful day and you weren’t happy at all.

The whole Bakusquad seemed to notice this. “Hey Bakugou, you should go talk to y/n!” Kiri suggested as the squad watched you do house work as per the punishment Aizawa had granted you with.

Bring a friend, join the crowd

Whoever wanna come along

“Why me?!”

“Well, you and y/n seem really close. Plus I’m scared that they might just snap at me. They’ve been having a bad day lately. Maybe you could help them out.”

“Aren’t you guys their friends?!”

“Just go do it, bro!” Kiri encouraged, pushing the blonde towards you.

Bakugou went up to you. “Hey, dumbass, let’s, uh, talk after you’re done with cleaning. Meet me at my room, idiot.” He spat out at you. He seemed oddly nervous. He hated that feeling. How you made him feel like that like it was nothing. You looked at Bakugou, confused for a moment before nodding.

You arrived at the door to his room, knocking softly on it. “What did you wanna talk about, Bakugou?” Before you could react, you were pulled into his room and right into his arms. Your face was forced to rest on his shoulder as you can feel his warmth radiating on you.

Word up, talk the talk

Just move like we Off The Wall

“Y-you looked fuckin’ stressed today. You don’t need to tell me what’s wrong. You can let it out.” There was just something about his words that started to make you cry. You could feel your stress leave you as Bakugou stays silent, comforting you without words. After you finished crying, he starts to speak again, “I’m not good with words, you know this, but I’m, uh, here for you. But don’t get any ideas, dumbass!”

You looked up at him, seeing pink dusted on his face. You start to giggle. “Why are you laughing, idiot!?” He asked as you start to laugh more, your Quirk accidentally activating as it make little sparks in the air.

“You’re-you’re just really cute!” You said honestly with that bright smile of yours. Bakugou can feel blood rush up to his cheeks.

“I’M NOT CUTE!” The blonde growled, making you laugh more. Eventually, he got over his anger. “Don’t call me cute!” But he was glad that you were happier now after you finished crying. He didn’t know if it was the sparks from your Quirk or the light from his room but you seemed to shine brighter than the sun when you smiled.

Day or night the sky's alight

So we dance to the break of dawn

You fumbled with your outfit as Mina continued to do your makeup. It was a special night. Prom night. You, of course, were going with the Bakusquad. You sort of wished Bakugou asked you out but he would never really do something like that.

“Are you sure I look good?” You asked Mina.

“You look great! I’m sure Bakugou will like it!” She teased, sending a red flush to your cheeks. You stood up, dusting yourself off. “Ahh! You look so amazing! All the boys and girls will want ya!” You laughed at Mina’s words, tucking some of your hair back.

You and Mina soon gathered with the others in the living room. Once you entered the room, Bakugou was pretty sure he lost his breath at the sight of you. You were so damn beautiful.

Ladies and gentlemen, I got the medicine

So you should keep ya eyes on the ball, huh

This is getting heavy

Can you hear the bass boom? I'm ready (woo hoo)

“Hey guys! You ready?” You asked, walking over to the squad with Mina having an arm wrapped around your own. You looked at Bakugou and how shocked he was, you simply smiled as you looked up at the male. He can feel blood rush to his face, soon turning away to cover his face.

You all chatted for a while until you arrived at UA. They had (conveniently) set up a ballroom like room for all the 3rd year students. It was pretty loud and crowded. It felt a fairy tale if you were being honest. It was such a magical feeling though. You loved it.

Though you didn’t join Mina and the others on the floor to dance, you were perfectly content with seeing everyone enjoy themselves as you stood on the sidelines.

“So, why are you with the damn idiots dancing?” Bakugou’s voice pierces right through your thoughts.

“I like to see them enjoy themselves. Plus I can’t dance unless I’m playing DDR.” You joked with a small smile as you sipped on your drink.

“You think they care if you’re good at dancing, look at Pikachu and his dumbass.” Bakugou slightly gestured to said male who was terribly dancing, making you laugh a bit.

“Well, why aren’t you dancing?”

Because I wanted to just look at you.. is what he wanted to say but didn’t. “You think I dance?”

“Maybe your mom taught you a thing or two.” You teased slightly. “I would pay to see you dance.”

Life is sweet as honey

Yeah, this beat cha-ching like money

“Then dance with me.” You looked at him, your e/c eyes glinted with surprise. “Pay to see me dance by dancing with me.” It felt everything slowed down for a moment and slowly faded. It felt like it was just you and Bakugou. Your heart is beating loudly with the music as Bakugou offers you his hand. “Come on idiot, I’m not gonna wait forever.” You can see the smirk on his face but it’s so teasing and his crimson eyes are glinted with confidence and playfulness.

Disco overload, I'm into that, I'm good to go

I'm diamond, you know I glow up

You take his hand. He leads you onto the dance floor, the rest of squad cheering you guys on. It takes you a bit but you start to get into it as much as Bakugou does. Everyone in your class and the other 3rd year classes are joining you but it only feels like it’s just you and Bakugou.

Both of you seem to be in sync with each other and it’s like the song playing was only made for you two.

Let's go

'Cause I-I-I'm in the stars tonight

So watch me bring the fire and set the night alight (hey)

The song soon starts to end and your hands are intertwined with his as you’re only looking at each other. You can smell burnt caramel as he tugs you closer to his chest. It’s like everything stopped when you both stand there while the song is getting closer to the end. Before you both knew it, your lips are connecting with his.

Shining through the city with a little funk and soul

So I'ma light it up like dynamite!

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farfromsugafanfic · 4 years

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Not So Silent Night

Genre: Quarantine Romance, slight Enemies To Lovers, Neighbors AU, Fluff, slight Angst

Pairing: Namjoon/ Reader

Warnings: none

Synopsis: Namjoon hadn’t intended to spend much time in his tiny apartment. And then a pandemic broke out. Now he’s stuck dealing with his noisy neighbor, you.

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Namjoon thought he was in the clear that Wednesday night. He'd heard the opening and closing of your front door, the clink of your keys in the lock, and the rustle of the groceries in your arms. He knew it was your Friday, which meant you'd usually turn on music while you cleaned your tiny apartment, or a play a movie on full blast while you devoured an entire pizza yourself.

It was nearly 9 pm and he hadn't heard a peep from you, not even the true crime podcast you sometimes put on. Namjoon, unlike you, had worked from home for months now. Even though most of his time at work was spent in his private studio, he had nearly an identical set up in his apartment.

He was still working, albeit, not on the songs he produced for other artists, but on his own. He'd just started editing the melody when heard the familiar bass chords of "What Makes You Beautiful". It was your favorite song to torture him with. Namjoon had nothing against the British boyband you seemed to love so much, that was until you started them playing them loudly at odd hours.

Namjoon sighed, pausing his work and rubbing his temples. He really needed to save up for a good pair of noise canceling headphones, although he wouldn't find it surprising if you somehow managed to invade his eardrums right away.

He tried to continue working, turning his headphones all the way up. Yet, all he could focus on was the way he heard the familiar bass line restart when the song ended.

Namjoon groaned and threw his headphones onto his desk. He'd only moved into this tiny apartment because the rent was cheap and he hadn't intended to spend much time in it. Then, a pandemic hit and suddenly, Namjoon was confined to four menacing white walls with the only company being his noisy neighbor, you.

He waited a half hour before he walked down the stairs to your apartment. Even though the city was under quarantine, the apartment building was snug and it was nearly impossible not to come into contact with each other. Securing his mask over his ear, he knocked on your door.

"Yes?" you asked, answering the door as if you'd been expecting him. You, too, had just finished looping the mask around your ear. It was a bright polka dot pattern that distracted Namjoon long enough that he managed to speak before noticing that your oversized T-shirt made it look like you weren't wearing shorts.

"Can you please keep it down, Y/N? It's the middle of the week for me and I have a Zoom call at 8 am tomorrow."

"That sounds like your problem," you said, leaving your door open as you tied the top of the trash bag you'd been getting ready to take out when Namjoon knocked.

A glint of annoyance passed over Namjoon's eyes and even from under your mask he could make out your familiar smirk from the way your eyebrows rose.

"Do you even own headphones?" he asked, crossing his arms. He didn't notice the way your eyes swept over his biceps and chest with his movement.

"They hurt my ears," you said, shrugging. Grabbing the trash bag by the tied top and heading back for your front door. "Now, be a doll and take this out for me? My legs hurt from work."

Namjoon looked at you with his eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. He didn't say anything as you shoved the bag into his hands.

"What? Why are looking at me like that?" you paused, dialing down your attitude for a moment. "Listen, if you do this, I'll turn it off so you can get your beauty sleep."

He watched as you reached up and pat his shoulder. Your nail polish was chipping and the gleam from your gold promise ring dulled. His eyes traced as your hand left the fabric of his T-shirt and came to the doorknob of your front door.

"Goodnight Namjoon," you said, shutting the door.

Namjoon stood in the hallway, his lips parted and a small breath. He scoffed as the familiar bassline blasted from your apartment.

✦✧✦✧

You'd had a long day. Work was keeping you at least an hour over every day and you felt your feet ache as slipped off your shoes. Even though you just wanted to fall into bed, you changed and washed your hands first, doing your best to feel clean before your skin hit the sheets. As a Pharmacy Technician, you were essential, and even if most of your job was counting pills and performing customer service, right now it was harder than ever.

With only ten hours until you had to be at work, you ordered food and eyed the laundry that was beginning to spill over the edge of the hamper like waves over a jetty. You sighed, taking out your phone and putting on music. You gathered up your clothes and laundry soap. Pocketing your keys and a handful of quarters dug out of the bottom of your purse, you made your way to the basement laundry room.

You let the music play. While you weren't particularly trying to get your tall neighbor's attention, or get on his nerves, like you usually were, you secretly hoped you'd get to catch a glimpse of his signature white T-shirt against his bronzed skin.

Loading your clothes into the shared washer, your phone began to ring and your boyfriend's face flashed across the screen. He was smiling widely in the picture, his hair swept back by the coastal breeze. At one point, it had been your favorite photo of him. Now, it just felt like a sweet apple that turned out to be poison.

You ignored the call and poured the detergent into the machine. Inserting the quarters, you heard footsteps coming down the stairs. You'd heard his feet on the stairs enough, that you recognized the soft one, two pattern as he made his way downstairs.

"I think the whole complex knows you're a fan of One Direction now," Namjoon said, coming into view. His hands were empty, having obviously come down purely because of your disruption.

"So be it," you said, starting the machine and glancing down as the music stopped and your phone rang again. You frowned as you rejected the call.

Namjoon noticed, his brow furrowing as his eyes glanced down at the phone in your hand. "You should've answered. At least you'd be less of a bother."

The two calls and the exhaustion weighed you down and felt yourself drifting below the surface. "I'm really not in the mood right now, Namjoon. Maybe tomorrow."

His sarcastic smile faltered. "If you don't want me to bother you, then don't play your music so loud." He crossed his arms over his chest, his muscles becoming more prominent as the fabric of his T-shirt stretched to accommodate the new position. You had no idea how he stayed so toned with the apartment gym shut down and such a small apartment.

"Maybe you should invest in earplugs."

"Maybe you should invest in headphones."

You scoffed and headed back upstairs, not feeling the banter. Your neck and shoulders were tense and you just wanted to finish your laundry and pass out for the night.

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Namjoon didn't think much of your sour mood. It was obvious that it extended beyond him since you rejected the phone call. He stood in the laundry room for a few moments and watched your laundry spin around in the washer.

He remembered back to the week before when you forced him to take out your garbage. A thought crossed his mind and he wondered if a good prank would lift your spirits.

With most coin operated washers, the doors locked right after the money is inserted and the washer starts. The ones at your apartment complex, however, had a loophole. Hitting the coin return button a few times, the quarters you'd entered fell into the coin return and the machine slowed to a stop.

Waiting a few moments to make sure you weren't coming back, he opened the door and took your wet clothes out of the dryer. He pocketed the coins, reminding himself to use them for your clothes later. Setting them on top of the washer, he rushed up to his apartment and grabbed his own laundry, starting it.

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The timer went off a half hour later. You were halfway through eating dinner but paused to go switch loads. You knew between your boyfriend' incessant calls and the hour long drying cycle, you were not going to get to sleep any time soon.

Shuffling down to the laundry room, you didn't even bother to throw on music this time. The heaviness in your eyes wouldn't be cured with Harry's sweet voice as usual.

Opening the door to the washer, your clothes were not there. A stroke of panic ran down your spine as your eyes darted across the row of washers, wondering if you had gone to the wrong one. All the other doors were open. You felt a stirring in your stomach as your mind raced with what to do.

"Lose something?"

You turned to see Namjoon coming down the stairs, carrying a laundry basket full of your wet clothes. Your heart beat out of your chest, your vision went black as your mind processed the sight.

"What the fuck, Namjoon?" you asked, yanking the basket from him. Tears came to your eyes as you looked down at the sopping wet clothes.

Namjoon's eyes widened at his words, having expected a snarky quip from you, he released his grip on the basket easily. Fishing for the quarters in his pocket, he held them out to you.

"God, I'm gonna get absolutely no sleep tonight," you said, shoving your half washed clothes back into the washer.

"Y/N?" he asked, his voice soft. "What's wrong?"

Once you'd restarted the washer, placing your body physically in front of it to block Namjoon from tampering with it once again, you eyed him.

"I'm only gonna get a few hours of sleep," you said, your voice surprisingly level. "My work clothes are in there." You leaned back against the washer, sighing as you looked down at the time on your phone.

"I-I'm--"

"Save it, Namjoon," you said. "Listen, I know we have this sort of relationship where we mess with each other. But, I'm really not in the mood for it tonight."

Namjoon tried to move towards you, but stopped himself, unsure of exactly what he was going to do or how he could help. He'd never seen you like this before. Dark circles around your eyes, your hair stringy and tousled from running your hands through it, and your posture so tense. Even though the lower half of your face was covered with a bright green mask, he could still make out your frown behind the fabric.

"Just le--" You were cut off by your phone's vibration.

Despite Namjoon having caused your distress, whoever kept calling you made your brow furrow and eyes water in a way that left Namjoon wanting to answer the phone and find out what they had done to you.

"Is everything okay?" he asked. "Who keeps calling you?"

Glancing down at the washer it had now moved onto the second cycle, you ignored. Meeting Namjoon's eyes, it hurt your chest to see the concern in them. After seeing you like this, after getting annoyed with him, he still worried about you.

"Just leave me alone, Namjoon."

✦✧✦✧

It was midnight on Wednesday night when the sound of yelling overtook the melody in his headphones. At first, he didn't think much of it. Many couples lived in the complex, and an occasional fight wasn't uncommon. Then, he heard your voice.

✦✧✦✧

"Jae-ho, what are you doing here? I told you you couldn't come."

"I just want to see you, baby." There was a softness in his voice, but it didn't reach his eyes. You'd been dodging his calls and texts for the past few days, hoping he would get the hint.

"Not until your test comes back negative," you said. "Plus, we really shouldn't be seeing each other that much. Especially since I'm still working."

Your boyfriend let out a long sigh and moved to walk inside. You blocked him, shutting the door slightly and wedging yourself in the gap. This only made him more frustrated, his hands reaching out to touch you.

You let him, allowing his hand to brush your own. You knew it was unlikely your boyfriend would get a positive result, his exposure limited and brief. But you couldn't risk it.

"Are you not scared of spreading it to me? To anyone?"

"I don't have it, babe. I've told you."

"You were still required to get tested. And since I see so many vulnerable people at work, I can't risk it." This wasn't the first time this was an issue. You'd been tested twice already. You job required you to come into contact with people all day, and more than a few confirmed cases had come through your pharmacy.

Jae-ho had had an issue those times too. Coming over when you'd told him not to, calling you until he got sick of dialing your number. You weren't sure how much longer you could take this.

"Are you cheating on me?"

The question lingered in the air as your mouth fell open in shock. Did he think that was the only reason you could not want to see him?

"No, of course not! I'm trying to protect you, Jae-ho!"

"I know you like that neighbor of yours. You still see him, don't you? Why do you see him and not me?"

"We're neighbors! This complex is so tiny, we can't help it!"

Your voice and his gradually rose with your emotions. You barely remember what either of you said after that, you only remembering sliding the promise ring off your finger and flinging it down the stairs.

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Namjoon walked down the stairs when he heard your door slam. He came upon your boyfriend, scoffing at your door. When he met the other man's eyes, Namjoon's immediately narrowed.

"Of course," Jae-ho said. He shook his head and walked down the stairs, pausing at the next landing. He bent down to retrieve something and Namjoon stopped focusing on the other man, reaching up to knock on your door.

Namjoon's knuckles didn't even make contact with your door before he heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Jae-ho stood a few steps down and held out the gold promise ring you always wore.

"Give this back to Y/N," he said. "I don't want it either."

He handed Namjoon the ring before turning around and leaving for good.

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"Y/N?" Namjoon's voice cut through the dark silence of your apartment. You'd everything outside, but not realized that it was Namjoon Jae-ho was talking to. "Are you okay?

You opened the door. You tried to wipe your tears before Namjoon could take in your figure, but it was fruitless. When your eyes met his, you saw his heartbreaking at the sight of you.

"I'm okay."

"No, you're not," Namjoon said, waiting for you to give the okay for him to enter your apartment. You knew that there was no hiding from Namjoon. The two of you literally lived on top of one another and saw each other almost daily when you did the laundry or took the trash out. There was nearly no way to avoid Kim Namjoon for long.

You moved aside and closed the door behind him. Flopping down on your bed, you looked up at him. "Sorry if we woke you up."

Namjoon shook his head. "You didn't."

"Sorry to interrupt your work then," you said, feeling like you owed the man an apology for more than just this one night. "I didn't mean for it to escalate like that."

Namjoon didn't say anything. He glanced around your apartment, sensing the way that his eyes on you made you uncomfortable.

"You don't need to apologize," he said. "For anything."

You stayed silent, hugging a pillow to your chest.

The silence wasn't tense, but it wasn't calm either. There was something lingering between you. Something keeping Namjoon in your apartment after making sure you were okay. And something that allowed you to let him in at all.

"You know, whenever I was upset or I had trouble sleeping. My mom would always make me milk and cookies. It seems counterintuitive that something sugary helped me sleep. But it never failed."

Namjoon left for his apartment for a moment, coming back with a package of chocolate chip cookies and two glasses of milk. He handed you one of the glasses and sat the package of cookies down beside you.

"Is it okay if I stick around? Just in case your boyfriend tries to come back," Namjoon said. He knew his explanation was flimsy. It was obvious when the man left that he did not intend on coming back.

"Yes," you said, reaching to pull out a cookie and dip it in the milk. "I'd like that."

The two of you ate in silence. Silence rarely occurred when you saw Namjoon, no matter how much he may want it to, but now, you could tell by the tension in his shoulders that it worried him.

"You know, I kinda look forward to hearing you every night," he said. "Lets me take a break from my work. Means I get to come see you."

You chuckled, smiling for the first time that night. "Why do you think I was always loud?" The crunch of a cookie filled your pause. "I knew you would always come complain."

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"I have a present for you, Y/N," Namjoon said.

It was the holidays now. Your family was far away and none of you wanted to get on a plane. It saddened you that you wouldn't be able to see your family, but Namjoon had become your solace. He'd usually hear when you got home and about ten minutes later, he'd appear at your door, asking what you were having for dinner that night. Most of the time, you ate together.

It was just like all those other nights, except you didn't have to work the next morning. Namjoon had met you by your door, takeout in hand, and a backpack slung over his shoulder.

Namjoon reached into his backpack and pulled out a wrapped package. The paper was a bit wrinkled, indicating he'd wrapped it himself. It made you smile.

"Oh, wait," you said, getting up and walking to the closet where you pulled out a similarly wrapped package. You handed it to him and looked down at his gift for you.

Tearing off the paper, you laughed when you noticed it was headphones. They were expensive too, which made your stomach turn thinking that he spent so much money on you.

"Open the box," he said, a smug smile on his face.

You ripped open the box, finding crumpled up paper. You felt around until you felt a thin object. Pulling it out. you found a CD.

"It's a mixtape. For you." Namjoon's eyes wandered around the room. "I--uh--hope you'll play it like you do One Direction."

You flung your arms around him, but he stopped you. "There's something else."

You looked down at the box quizzically before you began pulling out the paper. Reaching inside, you felt what you immediately recognized as a ring. Thoughts ran through your mind as you pulled it out.

It was your promise ring from Jae-ho, shinier than when you had last seen it. "He wanted me to give it back to you. But, I knew it might be painful. I had it cleaned and engraved for you."

You turned the ring to see the engraving on the inside: Be Loud - KNJ

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pregnant-piggy · 4 years

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More than this

Harry Potter x reader

Part two of Walking in the wind

Words: 4100

Warnings: mentions of alcohol

after the song: More than this by One Direction

A/N: i spent the whole day crying to 1D videos yesterday. Maybe i should’ve posted this on the 23rd, but honestly I kinda forgot this one... Also if you want to rant about 1D to me, please do because i could talk about them the whole day

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You were finally settled in your new apartment. It was not big, but it was your own. You had decorated it after your own taste. It was all yours. No one to share it with.

It had been a month since Harry had broken up with you and you were doing better. You had your life back on track, or so you heard Hermione say to Ron a week ago.

‘Yeah, she is doing better,’ Hermione said. ‘She is looking for her own apartment.’

‘That's nice,’ Ron said, taking a sip of his beer.

You were on the other side of the bar, hidden behind a group of girls, who were giggling loudly. You were out with a group of friends. They were dancing on the other side of the space. Ron and Hermione had separated from the group and walked to the bar. You could not help but follow; you thought they would be talking about you and Harry.

And you hadn't been wrong. The moment you had hid behind the loud girls you heard your name fall from Ron's lips.

Now you were anxiously waiting to hear Harry's name. You hadn't talked to him since that day in the rain. That day that was still freshly painted in your memories, like it was just yesterday.

Ron opened his mouth, but before you could hear what he was saying someone bumped into you, spilling their drink at your feet. You jumped away in shock almost losing your own drink and looked at the person responsible for the wasted alcohol.

It was a handsome man about your own age. He had dark hair and bright eyes, blue as a summer sky. On his lips played an apologetic smile and you had already forgiven him before he had even said anything.

‘I'm sorry! I wasn't looking at where I was going, my friend was still talking to me and though it wasn't about anything important I listened to it and then I was distracted and bumped into you and now the whole floor is wet...’

The man spoke fast and he stumbled over his words. You chuckled softly and smiled at him.

‘It's alright,’ you said, interrupting his talk.

‘I was rambling, wasn't I?’ the pretty stranger asked, looking a bit awkward.

‘You were,’ you said with a smile.

There was something about this man that felt familiar and comfortable. You tried not to be distracted by his gorgeous eyes, but it was difficult.

‘I'm Matt,’ he said and gave you his hand. ‘I'm not drunk, just clumsy,’ he added and you smiled.

‘Hi Matt, I'm y/n. I might be a little drunk.’

You were searching for your coat, but you could not find it anywhere. Running around your apartment you looked at every possible place it could be, but it wasn't there. You were running late and you hated the feeling. It wasn't you to be late. You were always on time. Always.

Would it be at the first date after the break-up that you were not?

You gave up on searching for the coat and grabbed your keys. The door slam shut behind you and you flinched at the loud sound. In a hurry you ran down the stairs, almost tripping over your own feet.

- -- -

Harry was walking down the street while nodding along to the music on his head phones. He was feeling good today. The nice weather only added to his mood. He even wanted to say hello to the people he came across in the street.

The beat of the music changed and Harry moved his steps along. His feet aligned perfectly with the heavy bass of the song.

Something about the scene reminded Harry of you. Maybe it was the song, maybe the sun or maybe just the happy mood. But as Harry was walking in the city to his home, he thought of you.

Ever since that day in the rain Harry had not tried to find contact with you again. You had made it very clear that you didn't want to be friends with him anymore. Harry had never known that you had still loved him so much. He thought that it had been obvious you weren't working together.

But if you did not want to see Harry then that was fine. He was fine without you. Breaking up had been a good thing.

That was the thought in Harry's head the second before he saw you.

You were sitting on a terrace on the corner of the street, laughing at the person in front of you. Harry's feet stopped. He examined the person; it was a man and by the way you were laughing Harry realised it was a date.

You were on a date. A date with someone else.

Harry's heartbeat plummeted in his chest. What was this sickening feeling he felt in his stomach? What was that aching sting in his chest?

It was not because he was jealous of you. It could not be. Harry broke up with you. You were not together anymore and you had every right to date someone else. But then why did it hurt so much to watch?

Harry knew that eventually you and him would date other people, but he never thought that it would be this fast. You had only broken up a month ago. It was a month since Harry had seen you in the rain and you told him that you had never stopped loving him.

Quickly, Harry turned on his heels and walked away. The happy, joyous mood that he had had just mere minutes ago, was gone completely. Instead of the blue sky with the happy sun, there were now grey clouds and heavy thunder. The music got a different feel to it when Harry turned it up, as if to blur out his emotions.

‘You can't really like this music!’ you cried out as you sat down next to Harry on the couch.

He had been blasting his music through the stereo on highest volume. The bass bounced through the air and made the photo frames shake on their shelves.

‘Why not?’ Harry asked and he turned down the volume to talk to you.

‘Because it's so loud!’ you said. ‘It's not good for your ears, you know?’

You lifted your finger to Harry's ear and pressed it lightly. Harry laughed and changed to music to a more soft song. He got up from the couch and pulled you in his arms. You wrapped your arms around Harry's neck as his hands found their way to your waist.

‘I like this better,’ you said and rested your head on Harry's chest.

You both stayed silent as you swayed on the music. Harry's strong arms were folded around you waist and you listened to his heartbeat, that was synchronised to the music. He pressed a light kiss on the top of your head and rested his chin on the same spot.

Even long after the music was done playing, you stayed in each other's arms. Too comfortable to notice the silence around you.

- -- -

‘I had a really great time,’ Matt said at your front door.

One hand was already on the door handle ready to open your door and leave Matt outside. You had forgotten how to date; you and Harry had been friends before you started dating so there had never been those awkward first dates.

Harry knocked on your door and as you opened it you were faced with a big bouquet of flowers in every colour of the rainbow. The mob of black hair was somewhere behind it.

He cleared his throat and lowered the bouquet to reveal a bit of his face. ‘Ron said I should bring flowers and this were the only ones left,’ Harry said.

‘Are you sure you didn't rob the florist?’ you joked and took the flowers from him.

‘Ha ha, very funny. Are you ready?’

Were these those nerves everyone kept talking about? You felt nothing. Yes, the slight butterflies you always had around Harry, but you were comfortable with him and you knew there was nothing to be nervous for.

Harry draped an arm over you as you walked to the restaurant. The butterflies increased, but there were still no nerves.

‘Are you nervous?’ you asked Harry.

‘No,’ he answered and looked at you. ‘I'm excited. Why, are you nervous?’

‘I'm not. But everyone always talks about “the awkward first date" and the nerves. Is it normal that we don't have them?’

‘Maybe you're not nervous if you are with the right person.’

Someone waved their hand in front of your face and the memory faded.

Right, you were not alone yet. Matt was still there.

‘I'm sorry, I didn't sleep much last night. The Simpsons-marathon got the best of me,’ you said and Matt did not smile.

Your smile faltered as you were reminded that this was not Harry. Matt, according by the look on his face, did not like the Simpsons. You and Harry did; it was your go-to show when you couldn't sleep.

‘Alright, maybe I should catch up on some sleep,’ you said as an excuse to leave him alone. ‘I had fun, Matt. We should do it again!’

With that and a fake smile you stepped into your apartment, leaving your date alone outside.

- -- -

As soon as Harry got home he fell on his couch. He stayed there, face on the leather and hands along his body. He wasn’t jealous. He was not. It was just that seeing you with someone else was not something he was prepared for. He never imagined that you would get over him so fast.

Harry got up from the couch and stumbled to the kitchen. Without even looking around he headed straight for the liquor cabinet. He had to forget you. You were over him and he had to get over you, something he had apparently not done yet.

With every glass his sight got foggier and his head started to get heavy. But the memories of you stayed in his mind. They even seemed to get more.

You lied on the bed with your hair as a halo around you. Your arms were up in the air as if you tried to catch something. There was a sweet smile on your face and you giggled at nothing.

Harry stood in the doorway and was watching you. He had a grin on his face. You had way too much to drink at Hermione’s and Pansy’s party. But Harry loved you when you were drunk. You got all clingy and giggly and it was adorable to look at.

‘Can we get a sheep?’ you asked suddenly, with your hands still in the air.

Harry walked further into the room and he took your hands. You looked at him. Your lips were pink and there was a blush on your cheeks. Harry wanted to kiss you so bad right now.

‘Why do you want a sheep?’ he asked and he sat down next to you, pushing your arms down.

‘They’re so fluffy and sweet! And we can make out own sweaters!’ you exclaimed and turned to your side, so you were facing Harry’s knee. With your finger you started to trace figures on his legs.

‘We’ll talk about it in the morning,’ Harry chuckled and he brushed the air out of your face.

You turned your head to him and stared at him with big eyes.

‘What’s wrong?’ Harry asked and he brought his hand to his face.

‘You’re so pretty,’ you sighed and you took Harry’s hand. ‘I want to kiss you.’

‘Then do.’

You got up from lying down and sat on your knees. Right before your lips touched Harry’s you stopped and blinked. You placed your index finger on his lips and leaned back.

‘I have a boyfriend,’ you said resolute. ‘I can’t kiss you.’

Harry burst out in laughter and shook his head. ‘Babe, I am your boyfriend. You can kiss me.’

You raised your eyebrow at Harry and examined his face. Then, all of the sudden you placed your lips on his mouth, making Harry stop laughing and melting under your touch.

He hated you.

No, he hated how he still loved you. How you were still in his mind when he had thought that you weren’t.

He hated that every single thing around him reminded him of you. The bookcase that you had hit your head on and you then had to be taken to the ER. The couch that you used to sleep on when Harry was working late. The TV that you had bought for his birthday. The mugs in the kitchen cabinets that you had bought and that Harry had thought were so ugly.

Every single thing in the apartment had shared history.

Harry had to get out. He wanted to get out of this place.

He downed his last glass and walked out of the apartment, already knowing where he was going to.

- -- -

‘I brought coffee,’ you said and held up two carton cups.

Harry smiled thankfully at you and took one cup. The coffee warmed up his fingers that had turned cold from the wind. He had been waiting for you for twenty minutes and he had been afraid you were not going to show up.

‘What do you want to talk to me about?’ you asked as you sat down next to Harry.

Harry cleared his throat and stared at his feet, that were playing with the snow under them. He had been wanting to ask you this for a while, but he had never had the courage. So when Ron and Hermione had made it clear to him that the feeling was mutual, Harry had stepped up and asked you to meet him.

‘I want to ask you something,’ Harry said and he looked up to you.

‘And you could not do this over the phone?’ you remarked with a slight chuckle. Harry stayed silent and you took his hand to encourage him to speak. ‘What’s the matter?’

‘Wouldyougooutwithme?’ Harry spoke fast and incomprehensible.

‘Slower please.’

‘Would you go out with me?’ Harry asked after a deep breath.

‘Like a date?’

‘Yes, I mean if you want that. You don’t have to! I was just wondering and I-’

Harry was cut off by your lips on his. He shocked but after a second he kissed you back. His cold hands found their way to your cheeks and he cupped your face.

Your hot breaths formed little clouds in the air as you broke apart. Harry had a stupid grin on his face and you were smiling at him.

‘I would love to go out with you, Harry.’

- -- -

The TV was on, but you weren’t watching. Your phone was in your hand but you were not paying attention. You were thinking of Matt.

His face was flying around in your head, but it was unclear. His features were blurred and his eyes far away. You had had fun with Matt, you really had, but there was something missing. There was someone missing.

You scolded yourself for thinking such a thing. You reminded yourself of what had happened.

Your eyes shifted to the TV-screen and you watched the bright colours of the commercials. Laundry detergent, car, yoghurt, another car, clothes, insurance company, toothpaste, another car.

You did not even register the information thrown at you. For you it were all just colours. You sunk further into the couch and rested your head on the backrest, your eyes staring at the ceiling.

A knock on your door woke your from your trance. It was midnight, who could that be?

In your sweater and pyjama shorts, on your woollen sock you stumbled to your door, expecting a neighbour who must be at the wrong door. So when you opened the door and you saw Harry you were surprised. What was he doing here?

Harry was staring at his feet and he said nothing. The penetrating scent of alcohol reached your nose. The scene reminded you of your past history with him.

He was definitely drunk. He swayed on his feet as he stood in the middle of your living room. He looked around and his eyes rested on the picture of you and him you had standing in your bookcase.

You were standing in front of him, watching him put his hands in his pockets, not saying a single word. You waited for him to start speaking, but he kept his mouth shut. Minutes passed by and nothing happened. Harry looked at you, but he didn’t look you in the eye.

‘Honey, what’s wrong?’ you finally asked, done waiting. ‘I thought you were out with the guys?’

Your words seemed to pull Harry from his trance. He finally looked you in the eye and he formed a little smile on his lips.

‘I was, but something got in the way.’

‘Is everything alright?’ you asked worried, not knowing why Harry was looking at you with a smile.

‘Yes, everything’s more than alright.’ Harry kept standing with his hands in his pockets and that smug smile on his face. You grew annoyed. You knew Harry wasn’t that drunk; he had not started calling you princess or doll, something he only did when he was drunk. But he wasn’t completely sober either. His cheeks were slight red and he was not standing very stable.

‘Harry, what is going on?’ you asked irritated. ‘Why are you here?’

‘I love you.’

It was the first time he had said those words. He was the first of you to say it. You knew you loved Harry, but you were afraid what would happen if you would say it and he did not think the same.

But now Harry had said the words. He was staring at you with the same smile, but you saw the worry growing on his face as you took your time to answer.

‘I love you too,’ you said after a silence and Harry sighed relieved.

‘I know we haven’t been together very long yet, but I have known you for so long and I know that I love you and that-’

You broke him off by kissing him. ‘I told you I loved you, why are you making excuses?’ you remarked with a grin on your face.

‘I’m a bit drunk. Say it again.’

This was the same scene, yet a different sphere.

‘I saw you today, with that guy,’ Harry started, head turned to face the floor. ‘You shouldn’t be with him. It’s not right. You should be with me. I know I broke up with you, but I never should’ve. I never stopped loving you. The idea of you in his arms kills me. I can’t think of him lying down next to you at night. I can’t love you more than this, doll.’

You stared at Harry. One part of you wanted to shut the door in his face, the other part wanted to hold him in your arms. But you did neither of those things. You stepped aside and let Harry in.

He stood still in the living room and you were reminded so much of that night he told you he loved you. Which he just did, in a completely different way.

‘Harry, what do you mean?’ you asked, your fingers playing with the blanket on the backrest of the couch.

‘Take me back,’ Harry said. ‘Let me hold you in my arms and stay there. Let me be there when you fall asleep at night. Let me be there when you realise that we are perfect together.’

Your fingers stopped playing with the blanket and you took a step closer to him. You looked at his face and saw the tears in his green eyes. But his breath reminded you of his state. The moment he had called you doll, you had realised that he was drunk. You should’ve known it the moment he had stepped to your door, but some selfish part of you thought that he was really there because he loved you.

‘Harry, you’re drunk,’ you said and grabbed his arm. ‘You said it yourself, we weren’t working. We are better apart.’

Your own words broke your heart. You still loved Harry, you had never stopped loving him, not even when he broke your heart, not when he hurt you again on that day in the rain.

And of course you wanted to be with him, but you didn’t want to hear those words when he was drunk. You could not be with someone who only realised he loved you when you weren’t his anymore.

‘No, we’re not,’ Harry rasped. ‘You shouldn’t be with him, princess. He is not right for you. When he opens his arms and holds you close at night, it just won’t feel right. Because you belong with me. I can’t love you more than this, doll.’

Your heart stung at the words. They were sweet but they broke you. They were everything you, deep down, wanted to hear, but they hurt you now.

‘No, Harry. You told me we were not working anymore. You are the one who said we could “stay friends”. You are the one that broke my heart because you did not want to work on the relationship. We are done, Harry.’

Tears were running down your cheeks, but you looked at Harry. You saw that your words had reached him, despite his drunk state. He stared at you in disbelief and then collapsed on the couch.

‘Harry!’ you cried out and dropped on your knees next to him. He had his eyes closed and his breathing was telling you he had fallen asleep. With the tears still coming down, you draped the blanket over Harry, turned off the TV and walked to your bedroom.

- -- -

Harry was woken by the sunlight that was coming through the blinds. He felt an unfamiliar couch underneath his body and when he looked up he did not recognise the space he was in. What had happened last night? All he remembered was that he had seen you with a guy and that he had gone home and drowned himself in alcohol.

But the rest of the night was black and when he tried to think of how he got wherever he was right now, all he felt was an aching sting in his chest.

Harry sat up straight and looked around the room he was in better. He had never been here, he knew that for sure. Yet, there was something about this room that felt familiar and welcome. It reminded him of his own home, before you left. Could it be that…?

Harry’s thought were interrupted by a sound from the room behind the closed door. He opened the door softly and his heart skipped a beat when he saw who was in the bed.

You.

Had he, in his drunkenness, gone to your apartment? What had he done? Had he hurt you, had he done something embarrassing? Or worse, had he told you he still loved you?

Because when he was watching you right now, he realised that he did still love you. But he also felt that sting in his heart as he looked at you.

‘Harry,’ you said. You had sat up in your bed and were watching Harry with a look he could not place. Was it hurt?

‘I’m sorry for whatever I did last night. I was drunk. What I said was not true,’ Harry quickly said.

Your face fell and you turned your eyes to your hands. ‘Oh,’ you mumbled.

‘What did I say?’ Harry asked.

‘You told me you saw me with a guy and that you still loved me,’ you said with a sniff.

‘Oh,’ was all Harry could bring out.

Were you sad because Harry told you he loved you? Or were you sad because he denied it was true?

‘Do you still love me?’ you asked and you looked up to Harry.

There was a tear rolling down your cheek. Harry hurried over to you and sat in front of you. His hands took yours and he tried so hard to look you in the eyes, but he just couldn’t.

‘I do.’

His voice was low and his words were more whispered than said. But you heard them. Your hands began to tremble in Harry’s and that was when he looked up to you.

‘I do, too,’ you whispered back.

‘I’m sorry for everything I have said. I should not have broken up with you. I was afraid to fight, I was afraid to work on it. But now, I want to work on it. Because I can’t love you more than this.’

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To Be So Lonely

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Midoriya Izuku

Warnings: Heavy flirting, kinda aggressive tbh, wing-woman ochako

Word Count for Chapter: 3,270 words

A/N: The song is Bang Bang by Green Day

{0.7} Lemons

“When life gives you lemons, make sure you know whose eyes you need to squeeze them in.”

― Colleen Hoover

K A T S U K I

At this point, Katsuki should be able to tell the difference between a nightmare and a memory. Sadly, though, they often overlapped for him.

Katsuki doesn’t recognize this dream, though.

He’s sitting in a small room that’s barren, aside from a bed with a desk and dresser. Two black garbage bags were placed next to the toddler bed, where a smaller and much younger version of himself sat.

The small boy was no older than five or six, sniffling to himself as he messed with an action figure in his hands.

I don’t remember this.

Katsuki’s eyebrows furrowed slightly as he sat on the floor in front of the boy. The brat didn’t know he was there, so the tears started to flow.

“Katsuki? Where are you?”

Younger-Katsuki froze and immediately started to wipe away his tears. His red eyes were still puffy, but it would go away after a few minutes.

The door to the bedroom opened and an orange light brightened the room. A man, a strong beta, stood in the doorway. His hair was curly and brown, sticking up in odd places as if it was hard to maintain.

His eyes matched his hair, but looked exceedingly kind.

“I see.” The beta mumbled, his eyes flickering to the trash bags. “You still haven’t unpacked?”

Younger-Katsuki hid his previous emotion and huffed, crossing his arms. “Cause I don’t wanna! I don’t have to listen to you, stupid beta!”

I was a dick of a kid.

Instead of of getting angry, the kind beta chuckled and turned the bedroom light on. “Fair enough. Don’t you want to meet the baby?”

Baby?

Younger-Katsuki immediately brightened and shot off the bed. His action-figure was clenched tightly in his hand. “Auntie’s back?! With the baby!”

The beta grinned. “They just came home.”

The small pup screeched and bolted for the doorway, obviously trying to dart past the older man. Before he could, though, the older man stopped him with a gentle hand.

“Hold on, Katsuki.”

Younger-Katsuki stopped immediately, flinching away from the man’s touch as if it had been red-hot. He didn’t look excited anymore, but scared and obviously confused about the warning.

The beta sighed, pulling his hand away from Katsuki’s shoulder. “You’re not in trouble, Katsuki. I was just going to say that you need to wash your hands before you meet Izuku.”

Wait what the fuck.

Dream, then.

Definitely a dream.

“Oh.” Younger-Katsuki mumbled quietly, nodding to himself. “I’ll go wash my hands, then!”

Older-Katsuki, who had been watching the interaction with bated breath, relaxed as the bedroom door closed. Ever so faintly, the older alpha could hear the familiar trill of his morning alarm.

It was morning.

Katsuki’s eyes opened slowly.

His morning alarm pinged next to him on his night-stand, sounding more and more annoying as it bounced around the inside of his skull. The dream, which should have been fading by now, simply played over and over in his head.

Dammit.

Katsuki sat up and turned off his alarm before getting to his feet. He needed to go for a run, which should definitely help him him stop thinking about the green-eyed omega.

Deku.

Something about Deku was stupidly adorable and enticing to Katsuki. The small omega felt familiar and safe, despite the sole fact that they were strangers. Hell, the stupid Deku made it clear that weren’t even friends.

Which hurt way more than it should have.

Katsuki changed into his running clothes, making a mental note to take a shower when he returned. His own scent and pheromones always seemed more potent when he sweat, so it was his duty as an alpha to make sure his pheromones weren’t overwhelming to people around him.

Most wolves hated Katsuki’s scent.

Except Deku.

Even though Deku’s mumbling was incredibly annoying, it was becoming a useful tool to figure out what the shitty nerd was thinking. So when he mumbled about liking Katsuki’s strong scent, the ruby-eyed alpha was more than proud.

He’s fucking delighted.

Katsuki slipped his phone in the pocket of his jacket as Green Day started to blast in his ears. Crisp morning air nipped at his skin as he stepped outside, matching the pastel pinks and blues of the early-morning sky.

It was moments like these that made Katsuki feel calm.

I get my kicks and I wanna start a rager

I wanna dance like I'm on the video

I've got a fever for the violent behavior

I'm sweating bullets like a modern Romeo

Katsuki’s heart pounded as he ran his usual route, stopping every once in a while to allow cars to pass. He always liked running down-town for the simple sights he saw. He always saw something different each morning.

In the corner of his eye, Katsuki noticed the bar that he met a certain omega at. It was crazy that he had spent his whole life so close to Deku, but never actually meeting him.

Bang bang, give me fame

Shoot me up to entertain

I am a semi-automatic lonely boy

You're dead, I'm well fed

Give me death or give me head

Daddy's little psycho and mommy's little soldier

I testify like a lullaby of memories

Broadcasting live and it's on my radio

I've got my photobomb, I've got my Vietnam

I love a lie just like anybody else

Bang bang, give me fame

Shoot me up to entertain

I am a semi-automatic lonely boy

You're dead, I'm well fed

Give me death or give me head

Broadcasting from my room and playing with my toys

I wanna be a celebrity martyr

The leading man in my own private drama

Hoorah, bang, bang, hoorah, bang, bang, the hero of the hour

Daddy's little psycho and mommy's little soldier

Katsuki felt sweat along his hair-line, but the alpha focused on lining his breathing with the heavy bass of his music. He has more than enough stamina to handle a simple run, but he probably should’ve eaten first.

There’s a cafe close by, though.

Shitty Hair mentioned that they had good natto…

Katsuki huffed and slowed his run to a light jog. He was hungry and shit, so he might as well check out Shitty Hair’s claim.

It’s probably shitty as fuck.

The ruby-eyed alpha came to a stop in front of the cafe, narrowing his eyes as he studied the aesthetic. It looked soft and strangely comforting with a subtle nod to traditional Japanese culture. It smell of tea and food, accompanied the sound of subtle chatter.

A good sign, to Katsuki’s chagrin.

Katsuki swallowed his pride and stepped inside, immediately freezing as an all-too-familiar omegan scent washed over his senses.

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

Dark chocolate and seductive cherries hung in the air, full of happy pheromones. This scent could only belong to one person and one person only.

Izuku Midoriya was chatting affectionately with an older couple, dressed in a soft grey apron the tied perfectly around his small waist. He still had a few bruises and his lip was still bandaged, but he looked relatively okay.

But what the fuck was he doing here?!

Doesn’t he have a fucking concussion?

The small omega was completely oblivious to Katsuki’s presence.

Izuku was scribbling on a light blue notepad, laughing softly at whatever the old man said. His skin was a delicate pink that accented his freckles in a stupidly adorable way, making Katsuki’s heart thud in his chest.

Even his hair looked fluffier than normal, if possible.

“Welcome to Ame Hana!”

Katsuki’s attention was forced away from the green-eyed omega to focus on the short female in front of him. She was small and obviously an omega, with a chubby face and rosy cheeks. She was also wearing a gray apron, showing exactly why she was speaking to him.

She looked familiar, though.

“Hah?” Katsuki huffed, narrowing his eyes at the omega in front of him.

The small omega cocked her head to the side, cautiously sizing him up. “You’re here to eat, right? This is a cafe.”

Katsuki blinked multiple times, his mouth settling into a firm scowl. “I guess. What the fuck are you talking to me for?”

“It’s my job.” The small omega snapped, her voice sharp.

The older alpha huffed, clenching his jaw and resisting the urge to fight the small omega in front of him. “Fine. Are you gonna get me a seat or make me stand here, Round Face?”

The omega frowned. “My name is Uraraka Ochako, Bakugou.”

Katsuki froze. “Excuse me?!”

Round Face (Uraraka?) huffed and crossed her arms, obviously trying to looked intimidating to the taller alpha. “I’m friends with Deku. I was at the fight and we literally met in the locker-room last night. Remember?”

Not really...

All Katsuki could focus on after his fight was trying to see Deku. When he burst into the locker-room, Katsuki was stressed to see the small omega still unconscious. Honestly, he barely remembered meeting Aizawa.

“Are you here to see Deku?”

Katsuki snapped out of his daze and growled. “Why would I be here to see that dumb nerd? I’m here to eat, Pink Cheeks.”

Uraraka raised an eyebrow at him, obviously amused. “Oh really? You were looking at him like a lovesick puppy before I came over here.”

“I was not!”

The small omega waved him off, laughing softly as she grasped a menu in her hands. “I’ll put you in his section. We’re unusually busy, so we’ve had to shut down the actual place to order. Deku will help you in a second.”

Katsuki’s head spun as she spoke.

This is happening way too fucking fast.

Instead of arguing, Katsuki followed the small omega to a small table. Deku’s sweet scent was all over it, making the strong urge to scent it himself become almost overbearing for the large alpha.

“Why the fuck are you doing this?”

Uraraka hummed, watching Katsuki as he sat down. “What do you mean, Bakugou? I’m obviously doing my job.”

Katsuki scoffed, rolling his ruby eyes at her vague response. “Don’t bullshit me. Why are you and the other extras so intent on me and Deku? Why the fuck are you doing this at all?”

“I just want him to be happy.”

The alpha blinked in surprise, his scowl vanishing as his mouth opened. Uraraka smiled warmly at him, handing him a hastily put together menu. “And what makes you think that I can do something like that? He fucking hates me.”

Uraraka shrugged. “He called me when he got home last night.

Katsuki’s senses heightened. “He did?”

“Yup!” Uraraka grinned, noticing the alpha’s change in demeanor. “He was very flustered and unsure about what he should do. I think that you’re his favorite.”

The ruby-eyed alpha narrowed his gaze, obviously suspicious. “His favorite? What the fuck does that mean, Round Face?”

The small omega studied him, here doe-eyes full of clear amusement at his behavior. “Most alphas treat him like he’s about to break. You think that he shouldn’t be fighting, but that doesn’t change how you interact with him.”

“Your fucking point?” Katsuki’s voice was rough.

Uraraka smiled softly. “You’re the first alpha he’s met that hasn’t immediately tried to get in his pants. You also clearly challenged him to a sparring match last night, so you’re willing to treat him like an actual opponent.”

She turned to walk away, but she glanced back at Katsuki. “He doesn’t want protection. He wants someone who offers support and challenges. You’ve gotten closer to him than most alphas, Bakugou. Good luck.”

****

I Z U K U

“Tell Inko I said hello, will you?”

Izuku smiled widely at the mated pair, respectfully bowing his head. “Of course! I’m sure that Mom will be ecstatic when she hears that you’re in town again!”

The small omega offered a silent goodbye and walked away from the table.

His whole body felt sore and tired, and Izuku knows that he definitely looks worse for wear. If he didn’t have bills to pay, the small omega would definitely be at home with his mother. They haven't spent any time together recently.

Izuku walked towards the counter and dropped the two menus off, gingerly squeezing hand sanitizer onto his hands afterward.

“Deku!”

The small omega hummed as Uraraka squealed into his ear, already used to her loud and bubbly behavior. “What is it now? I’m not taking over your tables so you can go on a date with Iida, Uraraka.”

Uraraka laughed, placing her batch of menus next to Izuku’s. “I was going to say that you have a special customer at table five.”

“Special?” Izuku repeated, glancing at his friend.

The bubbly omega next to him grinned, her eyes full of mischievous glee. “I think he came here by accident, but you’ll be so excited when you see him!”

Izuku narrowed his eyes at her before glancing at table five.

Dammit.

Katsuki Bakugou was staring intently at him from table five. He was in running clothes and covered in a slight sheen of sweat, but there was no mistaking those crimson eyes. The alpha wasn’t even scowling at Izuku, which was more than odd.

Izuku scoffed, shooting a glare in Uraraka’s direction. “I hate you. Why do you and Hitoshi try so hard to embarrass me?”

“Because it’s fun!”

The emerald-eyed omega sighed and grabbed his blue notepad. “You owe me lunch for the next three days.”

Izuku left Uraraka’s side without bothering to hear her response. His skin felt warm and slightly pink as he approached Kacchan’s table, anxiety churning in his stomach like a tidal ocean wave.

Don’t.

Panic.

It was easier said than done, though.

Izuku smiled warmly as he came to a stop at the table. “Welcome to Ame Hana! My name is Midoriya and I’ll be your server today!”

Kacchan raised an eyebrow at him, obviously amused by the omega’s stiff professionalism. He smirked lightly, almost like he was resisting the urge to laugh. “Cut the bullshit, Deku. Why the fuck are you working with a concussion?”

Straight to the point, then.

I should’ve seen this coming.

“Not everyone is a multi-millionaire, Kacchan.” Izuku snapped, trying to calm his expression.

Kacchan narrowed his eyes, completely unbothered by the omega’s hostile tone. “But you won a professional fight last night. I’m sure you’re okay to take a day off.”

Izuku felt his eye twitch slightly as his annoyance level steadily increased.

The alpha narrowed his crimson eyes as Izuku glared at him, carefully studying the small omega. “If you have something to say, then say it. I’m sure that Pink Cheeks won’t give a shit if you sit down with me for a few minutes.”

“And if I don’t want to?”

Kacchan grinned devilishly. “Then you don’t get the lovely satisfaction of telling how independent and strong you are without my input.”

When you put it that way...

Izuku sighed and pocketed his notepad. After placing his ballpoint pen behind his ear (where it was adorably peeking out of his curls) the small omega pulled out a chair and sat across from the smug alpha.

He’s definitely not doing this because Katsuki is stupidly attractive when he’s smug.

Not at all.

Kacchan smirked wider, his dominant pheromones sharpening as he leaned forward. “Should’ve known that you’d stay for that, Deku. That’s cute.”

Izuku flushed a bright red, his stomach churning with butterflies as he took a few shallow breaths. “Don’t ch-change the subject, Kacchan. I’m only answering your questions before I go back to work.”

“Why the fuck are you at work with a concussion?”

The small omega swallowed thickly, his face incredibly hot under Katsuki’s stare. “I have bills to pay. A friend of mine is a medical student and said that my concussion isn’t bad enough to be on bed-rest.”

Actually, Iida was strongly against Izuku coming to work.

Katsuki narrowed his eyes. “Bullshit. You were unconscious for five hours, Deku. I bet that you ignored his advice to stay home.”

“That’s hardly your concern.” Izuku countered, tracing patterns into the table with his fingertips.

The red-eyed alpha huffed, studying Izuku’s scarred and bandaged hands. “Someone has to worry. What kind of fucking bills do you have that make you so willing to put your well-being on the line?”

Izuku raised an eyebrow. “I don’t have to answer that, Kacchan. I’m not a weak omega in need of saving, you know.”

“I fucking know that!”

The small omega laughed, biting his lip as Katsuki flushed pink. “Then I’m not sure why you’re so invested. I’m not any different than most unmated omegas my age.”

Katsuki huffed crossing his arms. His biceps flexed, almost distracting Izuku for a second. “No, you’re different. I’ve watched you kick the shit out of an alpha thrice your size, and you have no sense of fucking self preservation.”

“Why does that bother you so much?”

The alpha fell silent for a split second, obviously studying Izuku before he spoke again. “It bothers me because it looks like you prefer putting others before yourself. It’s fucking idiotic, shitty Deku.”

Izuku’s heart thudded in his ears as butterflies churned in his stomach. Being so physically close with an alpha that made him weak at the knees was probably a bad idea. Katsuki probably only saw him as a helpless omega, which meant that his kindness was likely coming straight from his knot.

However, this doesn’t stop Izuku from feeling flustered.

Katsuki leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “You’re coming to the gym today, right? Be fucking honest, nerd.”

Izuku snapped out of his daze, furrowing his eyebrows. “Shota doesn’t want me to overwork myself, so I’m just touring with sensei today. Why?”

“What time do you get off work?”

The small omega did a double-take at Katsuki’s boldness. “Excuse me? I, um, I’m not sure I’m following…”

Katsuki smirked, leaning closer to Izuku and pushing a stray curl out of the omega’s face. “Do I need to spell it out for you, nerd? I’ll be escorting you to the gym, but we need to stop by my place first.”

“I-I don’t think-” Izuku’s face felt hot.

He’s so close.

The alpha’s crimson red orbs sharpened as he scanned Izuku’s face. “You’re pale and it looks like you haven’t been eating well. I can’t kick your shitty ass if you pass out in the ring, shitty deku.”

“I-I was running late today…”

Katsuki’s eyes narrowed. “You fucking idiot.”

Izuku pouted, his freckled cheeks a rosy pink. “I don’t usually skip breakfast Kacchan. Stop being mean…”

“What time does your shift end, nerd?”

The small omega squeaked as Katsuki ran his thumb across his bruised cheek. “In thirty minutes. Uraraka is working my shift so I could go tour the gym…”

Katsuki pulled away after a few seconds, his light touch and narrowed gaze lingering on Izuku’s bruised face. “Then you’re coming with me, Deku. We’ll stop by your place and grab your workout clothes, but I’m making sure that your scrawny ass eats something.”

Izuku squeaked. “You can’t just-”

“I’m sure that Round Face won’t mind, right?”

The confident pheromones came off of Katsuki in waves. Even though he was wearing pheromone patches, Izuku could clearly smell his caramel scent. It was rich and intoxicating, leaving the small omega addicted.

Izuku shivered slightly, almost breathless. “Okay. But I’m only agreeing because you’re a stubborn prick, Kacchan.”

Katsuki smirked wickedly. “Don’t act like you don’t like it, Deku.”

#bakudeku #bakugou x midoriya #alpha/beta/omega verse #alpha bakugou #omega deku #bnha fanfiction #fanfiction #boxer au

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shannygoatgruff · 4 years

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Only Fan(s) - A Thriller

Genre: Thriller

Pairing: Modern Ivar/OC

Warning: Language, sex, stalking, obsession, kidnapping, sexual assault

Rating: MA+18

Summary: Sometimes OnlyFans subscribers want a little more than internet pictures. Sometimes they want to be your ONLY fan...

Header by: @flowers-in-your-hayr

Thanks to @xbellaxcarolinax for being my beta.

Disclaimer: This story will deal with some topics that might be a little uncomfortable for some people. As always, I’ll try to tackle the hard stuff as tactfully as possible.

A/N: This is a fic I started 10-years ago for another fandom. I never finished it, but I loved the concept. I have an idea of what I want to do with it - hopefully, I’ll finish it this time around.

Part i - Train Wreck

It had taken forever to get the subwoofer out of the Challenger's trunk without damaging the cords. However, it was done with such skill and precision, it appeared a surgeon had removed it. The tricky part had been hooking the stereo back up to the factory-installed speakers after the subwoofer had been removed, and making everything look nice and neat, so the car’s owner wouldn’t be aware.

It had taken longer than usual, but it was well worth it. Whoever installed this particular unit, did a really good job. They were so meticulous with their installation, right down to the intricate wiring system – not that straight out the box shit that comes with aftermarket speaker setups. It had proven to be a tedious job, but not impossible.

No matter how daunting the task of removing the subwoofer had been, it wasn’t half as difficult as hooking it up to the old iPod without the benefit of a stereo. It had been a painstakingly slow process. One wrong splice of the cord and the mp4 player would short out. But tenacity always paid off. The result looked raggedy, with cords kept in place with electrical tape, the iPod balanced on its side, held in place between two books, and a huge metal subwoofer vibrating next to it. It was ugly, but it worked.

The volume on the iPod was cranked up to the highest level. It was so loud that the walls shook with each kick of the bass drum. There was no reason to ever use a speaker that powerful in a room this size, but the song demanded it. All good music demanded to be blasted at the highest of decibels; this song in particular. It had been playing on repeat for the past hour. One song. One constant beat. One melody, and one voice screeching over that amazing guitar riff. Listening to it on anything lower than the max was the true definition of insanity.

The people staying in the room next door disagreed because they had already done everything to get her to turn it down. They had yelled, banged on the walls, kicked her door, and even called the manager. It didn't matter. The fucking neighbors could eat a dick. Even if they called the National Guard the volume wasn’t changing. This song wasn't "noise", it was destined to be a fucking classic – in her room, if nowhere else. If it was possible to play the song any louder, she would have.

These fuckstick neighbors. They were the only ones that didn't understand how places like this worked. The rule was, there were no rules – that was the beauty of it. That's why this particular room was the best choice. It was on the second floor, around the back facing the alley instead of the highway. There was nothing else on this side of the building except the five rooms on this level, garbage dumpsters, the on ramp, and a peeling billboard. What in the hell were they expecting? If one picked a shit motel, with a shit room that offered no view, why would they think it would be quiet?

Anyone could stay in a two or three-star hotel. But, a bed-bug infested No Tell-Motel? People stayed here because they wanted to get away with whatever dirt they were trying to do. That's why these places charge by the hour and not by the night. Most people wouldn't even want to stay for the entire night. Dirt didn't take that much time to commit. For the most part, the only people who stayed in places like this only needed the space for about 20 minutes…a few hours tops, if they had a lot of stamina. It was don't ask, don't tell…don't listen, don't knock. These assholes should know that.

Annoying ass neighbors aside, the room was comfortable. The thick smell of stale cigarette smoke clung to the air was reminiscent of home. The smoky air coupled with a heavy bassline made it feel like a rock video. The only problem with the room was that it was hotter than a crack whore's crotch.

The air-conditioning unit in the sole window did little more than blow the smoke rings further around the room. It provided a nice buzzing sound that served as background noise and as a reverb for the music. There was also a burning smell that came from the window-unit being cranked up to full blast. It had been a little hard to get used to, at first, but two packs of cigarettes later, it was no longer noticeable.

The roaches sure didn't seem to appreciate the extra heat in the room. They constantly ran in and out of the vents of the air-conditioner like they were trying to find a cooler climate. Or maybe they were just hungry. The box of half-eaten pizza on the dinette table not only provided a suitable temporary home but also a hardy meal. They gathered there, grabbing their lunchtime snacks before running off to other wall cracks to share in a meal with their friends and family.

Most people would have found the place a disgusting, germ-infested, death trap. But, Torren wasn't most people. She didn't seem to notice anything in particular about her living conditions. She had other things to focus on. She had already paid for this week, and next, so what did she care? The place had all of the essentials; electricity, toilet, running water, a bed, and a TV.

Granted, the electricity was spotty, to the point that she couldn't have her flatiron and blow dryer plugged in at the same time. The toilet was so soiled that it still hadn't been determined if there were rust stains in it, or if it just had never been cleaned…ever. The water ran brown when it rained and a cloudy gray the rest of the time. It didn't get hot either, but it did get tepid if she let it run for 10 minutes, but not hot. Not hot enough to sanitize your hands, or to take a bath in.

But, it was already hot in the room, so a cold shower wasn't so bad. Besides, the tub was indescribable. If someone told her that a family of six had been murdered, and dismembered in that tub, she wouldn't be surprised. It just had that horror movie slaughter look, and the stains to prove it.

The bed was hard and lumpy and judging from the DNA left behind from past guests and holes in the sheets, they probably hadn't ever been changed. The TV was small, but at least it was in color. Hell, the room even came with its own pets, and it was only $50 for the week! There truly wasn't anything to complain about.

Torren Sykes sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed, surrounded by ripped out, stolen magazine pages and color copies of photos she’d downloaded and printed at the library. She rocked her head and shoulders in a slow sway to the beat of the song playing. Haphazardly she flipped through the pages until she found a suitable picture and smiled. Picking up the scissors, she licked her lips slowly and ferried her brow, as she started the task of cutting it out.

"Goddammit!" She yelled before slamming the paper down on the bed. Stomping angrily toward the door, she pulled it open and narrowed her eyes at the man standing there. "I swear, if you knock on this door again, I'm gonna slit your fucking throat," she cringed, narrowing her eyes and pointing the shears at the man's neck.

The motel manager was taken by surprise at the half-naked woman holding shears to his neck. Standing before him was a beautiful brunette, with dark features. She had a creamy, light coffee-colored complexion – these days it was hard to judge a person’s ethnic makeup, but if he had to venture a guess, he’d think she was bi-racial. She had perfectly shaped large, almond, brown eyes that gave off nothing but a vacant stare, and a heart-shaped face. The soft dimple in her chin, and the one just at the curve of her mouth, gave her an almost angelic look. She was considerably shorter than him, about 5'5", and well built.

She wouldn't have been considered thin; she was far too curvy for that – the term slim thick instantly sprang to mind. She had thick thighs, extremely pronounced hips, and presumably a large ass. Yet, her waist was small, and her stomach flat, and big breasts. Not too big, where one would sprain their thumb trying to hold them, but they were big enough to keep any man occupied.

The manager wondered if she had some work done to get a body like that. It wasn’t uncommon for women around her to have a little nip, tuck, and a whole lot added to try to look like a vid-hoe, these days.

She was wearing the smallest pair of underwear he'd ever seen. And what was the purpose of wearing a cut off top that stopped just under her nipples? She might as well not be wearing a shirt at all. He could see the curve of the lower half of her breasts because the shirt failed to cover the lower half of her chest. If she raised her arm any higher he would have gotten a full-on nip-slip.

She glistened with a fine sheen of sweat all over her body; her long hair clung to her cheeks and neck, with it. It was almost like her hair was beating as quickly as her pulse was. He could feel the rush of heat come out of the room, as soon as she opened the door. It was like she had just opened the door to an oven. She was hot and sweaty, yet she still wore long tube socks that came up to her knees.

If she hadn't been assaulting him with a deadly weapon, it would have looked like something he’d recently seen on Porn Hub.

He had been so taken aback that he couldn't think of anything to say to her. Instead, he took a step backward and watched as she slammed the door. The entire encounter took about 5 seconds. Long enough for her to open the door, threaten him, and slam it again in his face. He wasn't sure what he was more surprised by, how she answered the door almost naked, the temperature of her room, the level of her music, the anger in her voice, or the scissors that had been pointed just inches below his throat. The whole scene was just wrong and it scared him.

In the 20 seconds that he continued to stand in front of the closed room door, he thought about what scared him the most. It was the look in her eyes. Those beautiful almond-shaped eyes were intense. They were concentrated. They had absently stared right through him. Something about those eyes wasn't right. Had she even seen him? He would never admit it, but he hoped like hell that she hadn't. He hoped that she didn't remember what he looked like. He didn't want any trouble, and he could tell that she definitely was.

Stomping her way back to her bed, Torren resumed her aforementioned position, picked up the copied photo, and started to sway to the music again. She smiled a little taking a second to run her fingers over the image on the page before she resumed cutting. Scraps of paper fell to the bed and the floor, some even stuck to her sweaty legs.

She clutched the cut-out to her chest, before falling back on the bed. Settling on her back, she held the picture up to the light. With tenderness, she brought the piece of paper down to her lips. She kissed it...him, with such passion, before sticking her tongue out of her mouth, and letting it rest on the computer paper - where his lips were, her wet tongue instantly wetting the page and smearing the ink. Planting her feet on the bed, she lifted her waist from the mattress and started to thrust upward with the beat of the song.

Seductively, she flipped over on all fours, laying the picture down on the pillows. She whipped her hair around her head, before letting it hang over her shoulder. She scooped her neck down and began kissing the picture again. As she did, she started to grind her hips hard against the balled up blankets.

She let one hand travel down her torso, toward her panties and smirked at the picture as she did. She braced herself on her left knee and elbow, before lifting her right leg out, then up. Roughly, she took her fingers and plunged them deep inside of herself. She bit her bottom lip, hard; she could taste the coppery blood on her tongue, and when she leaned down to kiss the picture again, she managed to get a nice bloody lip print on it. She twirled her hips and moaned loudly as she pleasured herself. Her eyes never left the picture. She removed her fingers, only to trace the dampness on the image before placing them in her mouth. Her taste was incredible. It always turned her on.

She had to have him. She needed him.

She flipped over on the bed, this time grabbing a magazine cover she had torn off from one of the stacks she found in the library. This one had him on the cover.

With a sense of urgency, she smoothed the waxy page down her body, before stuffing the picture along with her hand inside her panties. She closed her eyes. She felt his tongue running over her; she felt his fingers inside of her. The pillow next to her, the one covered in taped photos of him was now on top of her to simulate his body on hers, as her hand and the magazine continued to work. She couldn't get enough of him. She would never get enough of him.

In the middle of a mind-blowing orgasm, that happened to coincide with the best guitar solo ever created, blasting from the speaker, she managed to yell one word, "IVAR!" Then she flopped back on the bed in hysterical laughter.

She straightened out the magazine cover and picked up her bloody cut-out from the pillow.

Wordlessly, she stuck them both to the wall with her juices; amongst the 50 other printouts of him that hung just over her headboard. After giving him another kiss, she finally turned down the volume on her makeshift stereo, picked up a piece of pizza from the box, shook it off, then headed into the bathroom for a cold shower.

Part ii

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deadlygoddess85 · 4 years

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Solace

Pairing: Mingi x reader

Words: 770

Genre: Fluff, a bit of angst.

Songs suggestions : To the beat - Ateez / Vices - Mothica

***WARNING*** There is a mention of sexual assault in the story. If you are not comfortable with that kind of subject please, DO NOT READ! (There is no detailed description of what is happening, but the mention is still there)

The dark sky above you is wearing his thick blanket of stars, the air is heavy with humidity and a warm wind is blowing in your hair as you are making your way to the Orchard. A secluded park, situated in the far south of your hometown, where most of the lonely young adults meet up. You were one of them, a lost soul, heart broken child in the search of a solace for your body and mind.

Deep bass was blasting louder and louder the closer you were getting to the rendezvous point. You smile in anticipation, politely waving at the first young adults you met on your way. You continue walking making your way toward the only one person you really wanted to see tonight. And there he was, sitting on top of a wrecked car looking cool and sexy with already too many girls surrounding him. You watch him as he rapped the verse of the song like if he had composed it himself. You chuckle lightly, rolling your eyes at how smug your best friend could be.

“Y/N!!” he yells finally noticing your presence. “Move, give room for my beautiful y/n” he tells the girls around him.

You make your way on top of the car next to the tall blond man, the metal slightly creaking under your combat boots. As soon as you sit next to him, your friend wraps his arms around your shoulder and hugs you tight.

“Where were you?” he asks keeping you close to him and laying a cute kiss on your temple.

“Closing shop took longer than usual. I think Mister Choi really hates me” you reply leaning against him. The warmth of his body is so comforting you hum in appreciation as one of his strong hand rest on your bare waist.

Your tall friend chuckles and pet your hair gently “You should leave that place.”

“Oh? And do what, huh? Spend my days composing music with you?” you say poking his side.

“Why not? It would be romantic, you and me alone against the world.” he replies. You consider him a moment, looking in his eyes. Your heart skips a beat when he winks at you. You shyly look away trying to hide how bother he makes you feel.

He laughs and drop off the car. You watch as your friend walk toward some dancers who were moving to the beat of the song playing. He stops in the middle of the small crowd and starts to rap some improvised lyrics to the instrumental music. Your smile disappeared when a bunch of girls started to twerk and dance around him.

That was the problem with Mingi, even if you wanted to be with him alone, it was an impossible task. There was always a girl, a groupie. Young and beautiful, ready to throw herself at him at any giving time.

Sighing, you drop down the car too and walk to the makeshift bar, tendered by a cute guy with long dark hair, a lip piercing and tattoos covering his arms and hands.

***WARNING***

You must have drunk about six shots, maybe eight or less? You could not remember. Everything around you started to move fast and become blurry. Confuse and dizzy, you felt lost. The cute bartender is next to you, you feel his body next to yours. His lips are on your neck and his hand on your breast before you could shove him off and protest. You try to do so, but your movements are weak, and you only mumble incoherent phrases

“M-Min-g-gi” your voice was muffled by the sound of the loud music.

The bartender nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck “It’s ok baby. I’ll make you feel good”

His voice makes you feel sick, his hands roaming your body feels wrong. Your mind screams for help, but your body stays still when he continues his assault on you.

Everything feels like a distortion of reality. A nightmare you are trying to run away from but cannot escape. Images flashes before you. This guy, total stranger, his body hovering yours. You hear your name. Then, finally the assault stops. You hear people fighting. Then, your name again. You feel a new pair of arms around your body. A familiar warmth wraps around you as you lose consciousness.

You wake up a few minutes later in the arms of your best friend. Mingi is holding you tight close to his chest, his slow heartbeat and the sent of his cologne are so comforting. You let yourself bask in the solace of his embrace.

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“Hope you enjoyed this story. I am deeply sorry if some people were triggered by it. But if you are a victim of sexual assault/harassment, or any kind of assault/harassment, don’t keep it to yourself.”

All right reserve to DeadlyGoddess. Do not copy!

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juicebox-baby · 4 years

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Suck It And See, Arctic Monkeys

Back at it again with whatever the hell these are

SIAS is one of my favourites so let’s see how this goes

(A/N: the vibes aren’t as good as for AM because these songs are not as straight forward with what they’re saying)

She’s Thunderstorms

· I love the clean sounds of this song

· �� When the drums come in is spectacular

· Alex’s accent is so thick, I adore it

· The backing vocals add a depth that just make it the good shit

· How many of their songs are about shagging, oh my god

· (the answer is most of them)

· Cool bass line, I’m really sad it’s not too loud

Vibes: a girl who is so spectacular she’s not even just a thunderstorm, she’s multiple. She’s thunder and lightning and rain and all things awe-inspiring, and more importantly, very, very, extremely horny and so are you. The whole song is just describing a really good shag, honestly.

She does what the night does to the day…

Black Treacle

· This whole album is great for the clean-cut, simple guitar lines and they are so effective in creating that indescribably indie feeling that I love

· Fun lyrics about the sky!

· +10 to Alex for finding new fantastic ways to talk about the night sky

· (excuse me what happened to not being the kind of fool who sings about stars, huh?)

Vibes: I got really stumped on this one, so I googled it haha. Here’s what Alex says about it: “Something I’ve discovered as I’ve gone on is that it’s cool to let the words sometimes take more of a back seat… I always think of some Bowie tunes that do that… like that tune “Lady Grinning Soul” it’s sort of describing this woman, obviously, but you don’t know where you are with it.”

Somebody told the stars you’re not coming out tonight, so they found a place to hide…

Brick by Brick

· Immediately +10000 because Matt is singing

· It’s a very simple song, very lacking lyrically, but appealing in its simplicity

· One of my favourite bridges just because Alex sounds so hot when he sings it

· And at Glastonbury 2013 when he sang “baby” after some of the lines? Y’all know I’m weak for that

Vibes: separating from the usual romance theme, this song can honestly be applied to any kind of relationship/goal, where you’re just building it up and knock it down piece by piece. It talks about the ways the boys want us to feel, as the listener, how they want to build us up and break us down with their solid rock and roll.

I want to feel your love…

Hellcat Spangled Shalalala

· “I took the batteries out my mysticism and put ‘em in my thinking cap” is one of the best lines to ever be written

· Funky bass, funky bass, funky bass (imagine me, a tiny gremlin, chanting this while jumping up and down)

· I reckon I need a tally at the end of this thing of how many times Alex compares girls to storms

Vibes: fighting with your girl who is an absolute torturer, she’s revelling in your pain and you are just overwhelmed and she’s filling all of your senses.

Home sweet booby trap…

Don’t Sit Down ‘Cause I’ve Moved Your Chair

· Badass Alex Voice™ has a special place in my heart

· I treat this song like a bucket list

· Bass + heavy distorted guitar riff + intense drums = happy me

· The “oooh yeah, yeah, yeah”s in place of a chorus are GENIUS

· Appreciation line for Alex doing the Macarena

· Appreciation line for when Alex said the title in German (Setz dich nicht, weil ich deinen Stuhl bewegt habe)

Vibes: badass song to walk to. Fantastic when you’re angry. If you’re feeling pissed off at the world, blast this song.

Bite the lightning and tell me how it tastes…

Library Pictures

· Alex + The Moon = Best friends?? Probably??

· Another badass anthem

· I love the emphasis on the bass line? Very nice Nick

· And the guitar riffs after “3, 2, 1…”

· Am I attracted to Alex Turner saying “Ip dip dogshit rock and roll”? Yes. No further questions please.

Vibes: also good to walk or drive to, a right old headbanger

Give me an eeny meeny miney mo, or an ip dip dogshit rock and roll…

All My Own Stunts

· To be honest? Never been a big fan of this one

· As opposed to the others where there is a steady balance between the different instruments, this one is lacking in that

· Like I can barely focus on the words because my head is so overrun with guitar sounds and not in the good way

Vibes: my dislike for this song is shrouding any ability to discern a vibe

(sorry if you think I did this one dirty!)

I know you’ve got the moves…

Reckless Serenade

· Any song that starts with bass is a winner

· I am very biased to bass guitars

· This song appeals to me in every way. I love the concept of something being reckless, especially love. Everyone should always be reckless in love

· Great use of backing vocals

· Nice clean guitar that isn’t too overpowering

· AGAIN WITH THE THUNDERSTORMS

Vibes: this whole song is an ode to realism in love, to teeth colliding and reason leaving and never coming back. Loving when you don’t mean to, when you can’t help it, when it’s so strong it takes over.

When she laughs the heavens hum a stun gun lullaby…

Piledriver Waltz

· This song will forever have a special place in my heart because it (Alex’s solo version but still) was what took me from “Arctic Monkeys are a band I casually listen to because my boyfriend does” to “I would die for every single one of the boys without question”

· The lyrics are to die for. Absolutely drop dead gorgeous

· One of my favourite Monkeys bass lines. It may be simple, but it’s a good one

· This song has me convinced Alex belongs in the romantic era of classical literature when they were paid by the line, so they never just said “you look sad”, it was a whole song and dance

· This song tucks me into bed every night with a kiss on my forehead and an “I love you”

Vibes: loneliness that cuts through to your soul. Walking through drizzle alone with no umbrella. That time stopping feeling that everything you know is about to come crashing to a halt. The daze after an argument.

You look like you’ve been for breakfast at the Heartbreak Hotel…

Love Is A Laserquest

· The guitar line on this one makes my heart happy

· And the concept of love being a laserquest? Like it’s all shoot first ask questions later and it always hurts

· The loneliness dripping off of this song is drowning me

· It’s a simple song thematically, but at essence he is unpacking a feeling so universally inexplicable, so jaw-droppingly harrowing, that you feel seen in a way no one has ever seen you

Vibes: A life-long love that didn’t last, lonely at a table of your ex’s favourite restaurant, knowing they’re off with someone else while you’re still waiting and in love. Waking up in sweat and tears because you dreamt that they were still next to you. Even breathing feels a little different, a little harder, like they took all the oxygen with them. Trying so hard to pretend they meant less than they did because you know they’re never coming back.

I can’t think of air without thinking of you (I doubt that comes as a surprise)

Suck It And See

· You can hear the pop of his k in “headlock” and it’s sexy

· Backing vocals again making a full sound in all the right places

· Sexy bass

· All My Own Stunts take notes, this is how you have full bass and guitar parts that don’t distract from each other

· I can’t tell if I want to be a girl Alex describes, or date one

· How does he do it???

· No, Suck it and See ISN’T a reference to a blowjob it’s a PHRASE about TRYING THINGS

Vibes: being in love with someone way out of your league, and not just in love, an absolute fool for them. You would burn the world for them. They could never compare to any other girl and you want nothing more than for them to love you the same, or at least to try.

Those other girls are just post-mix lemonade…

That’s Where You’re Wrong

· The instrumentalization on this one is exceptional

· The sky is a scissor, huh?

· I love the range in Alex’s vocals for this one

Vibes: I get the image of this girl who plays around, and it’s from the perspective of someone who’s fallen head on heels for her, and he knows he’s not the only one and she’s just flirting for flirting’s sake, but you wish and wish she could genuinely have feelings and you’re falling fast and there’s nothing to stop you.

Jealousy in Technicolour, fear by name, love by numbers…

And there’s Suck It And See! Tell me what you all think in the comments <3

#Arctic monkeys #alex turner #matt helders #nick o'malley #jamie cook #suck it and see #music review #album review #modern rock

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gvf-imagine · 4 years

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JOSH X READER

Part One

warnings: none!

word count: 2255

summary: reader goes to the water park with their roomate\best friend, while there they meet Greta Van Fleet who are playing a small live show in the beer tent. The reader sees Josh and is instantly attracted to him on many levels but what happens when Josh reveals something to her about his personal life. will they become friends or perhaps more than that?

A\N: Hi everybody! this is a brand new fic I wrote, its based on a dream I had a while ago I couldnt get it out of my head so I just had to write it! there will be a part two and possibly even more than that depending on what you all think of it. if you like it and want to be on the tag list just message me or comment ☺️ also like always all critisism is welcome and appreciated, let me know what you think in the comments! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writting it.

thanks to @callmekane for beta reading! ❣️

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“Are you ready to go?” your roommate questioned excitedly, a bright smile beaming on her round face. You looked at yourself in the mirror that hung perfectly on your pastel pink bedroom wall. You wore an egg shell white one piece bathing suit that hugged your body nicely and paired well with your smooth skin tone. You wore your hair down, it hung like a veil over your shoulders, framing your face and making your eyes stand out marvelously. You were very attractive although you often felt the opposite.

“I suppose this is as good as it's going to get” you say, slipping on a pair of jean shorts and black sandals, smiling at your friend.

“You look great!” she chimes, always your hype man.

“Better than me,” she added.You nudge her lightly with your elbow “you look beautiful….you'll definitely get a cute guy's attention” you reply with a coy smile and a wink. Your friend breaks up with laughter , it filled the air, shattering into little twinkling shards, it reminded you of the color orange. Abrasive. Noticeable. Pretty.

“Guys don't notice me” she said softly as if feathers fell from her mouth. The twinkling shards of her laughter faded from the air and from your mind. Ready for a fun day, the two of you got in her car and made your way to Mount Olympus, the water park. You loved water parks, they were always so fun, weather permitting. Today called for sunshine, perfect.

“I heard there’s going to be a live band playing at the beer tent” your friend says bringing a smile to your face.“We should check them out” you say with a nod , of course your friend agrees with you. The two of you loved live music and were always open to new bands and new sounds.“Some band called Greta Van Fleet” she adds, you think for a moment.

“Never heard of em” you respond watching other cars pass out your window, you couldn't help but wonder where everyone was in such a hurry to be. A few minutes later your friend pulls into the parking lot of Mount Olympus. She smiles excitedly before opening her door and stepping out, you followed suit. The sun blanketed your skin making you take a deep breath, you suddenly felt tired but that feeling was quickly lost as your friend sprayed you with cold sunscreen.

“Don't wanna get all burnt up!” She speaks happily. You never understood how she could always be so warm and upbeat. You hardly needed the sun in the sky, having her around gave you the same warm feeling. When she was done rubbing in the sunscreen she handed you the bottle before holding her arms out. You sprayed her arms, legs, and torso then sprayed some in her hands so she could put it on her face and neck. “Alright let's go” you said, stuffing the sunscreen into your bag. The two of you made your way to the park entrance. Dozens of other people clad in bathing suits and towels made their way through the park gates. Endless, untraceable conversations filled your ears as everyone chattered happily, it was very busy and looked to you like colorful static. You smile as you watch the vibrant hectic specs leave the mouths of strangers and float in the ears of others. Your imagination has always been a huge part of your life, you could hear everything you see and see everything you hear. Every sound has a color and physical property in your mind, your best friends laugh for example, the orange twinkling shards of glass.

“The beer tent is this way” she says, ripping you back to reality. Once the two of you reached the tent, there was a small crowd of people gathering as the band was about to start. You and your friend wound up in front of everyone else somehow. You smiled up at the stage, patiently waiting for what was, unbeknownst to you, going to be the start of the rest of your life. A great, great adventure.Then, as if on cue, four men stepped on the stage, one settled behind the drum set and the others grabbed their guitar and bass. The last man to walk on headed for the microphone with an exuberant smile. The guys said nothing just looked at each other and a heavy groove started to play from the speakers as they handled their instruments. The drummer bobbing his head to his own beat, his dark hair blowing through the air. Just then the singer belted out the most perfect and exhilarating note possible, this stunned you and everyone else in the crowd. He sounded so classic. His words floated out of his mouth, a turquoise stream of spiraling liquid filled the air around him, his voice. Purple glitter blasted out of the speakers, their music. It was so surreal to hear and see their sound. The singer looked so focused and almost as if he wasn't here mentally, as if he was singing to himself in his head and he was just imagining everyone around him. Your best friend was completely focused on the guitarist, you could see the attraction in her eyes, you couldn't blame her, he was a beautiful man. You however, couldn't seem to take your eyes off of the singer. He had chromatic hazelnut hair, chocolate browneyes, olive skin and a voice that made clouds seem harsh. You felt your body swaying to the music.

“Oh mama what you gonna do with all that love in your heart?” he belted his body twisting and jolting with the music. You laughed at his charismatic presentation. He was having fun, they all were, and so were you. You let the music take control as you danced , letting your body flow with the beat of the drums. Just then you noticed the singer looking at you, he smiled. You smiled back as you jumped up and down to the music. Your eyes met and locked onto each other. things went silent and blurry but only for a short moment, he looked away hesitantly and continued to sing. “Oh my god he totally just checked you out!!” your friend yelled over the loud volume of the rock and roll music. It didn't feel like he was checking you out, it felt like he was checking your soul out. Any thoughts he was having about you at that moment had nothing to do with your physical appearance or his, not yet decided, physical attraction to you. They finished the song and you noticed the small crowd had grown into a surprisingly large crowd. There were people all around you, jumping, shouting, throwing their arms in the air.

“JOSH I LOVE YOU!!!” you heard one woman yell, her voice was red with passion and slammed into your ear drums like a train. Ouch.

Josh.

Nice name, you thought to yourself, strong and somehow soothing. They played a few more tunes , the one they were playing at the moment was a song , Josh announced, that was titled, flower power. It was a beautiful song and you couldn't help but wonder who he was thinking of when he wrote it. Maybe no one at all. The free spirit of the song made you feel like you were flying with all the flowers in the world surrounding you, lifting you gracefully through the clouds and sky. You loved their music, and you were now decidedly a new fan of theirs, Greta Van Fleet.

The singer , Josh, made eye contact with you once again as he sang “ As the days pass by my mind, are the wrong , the right, you are my sunshine. As the night begins to die, we are the morning birds that sing against the sky” and with that lovely little note , the song ended. You and your friend applauded loudly, as did everyone else. To Josh’s surprise the crowd reacted with loud continuous support. He looked to his band mates, his brothers, and smiled, he was proud of all of them. He looks back to the crowd, he had to find you.

He looked, his eyes searched the crowd but there was no sign of you anywhere. All the clapping and cheering was muted as he focused on finding you, images of your face flashed across his eyes. ‘She was very pretty, uncommonly pretty, in more than one way’ he thought to himself then, there you were, walking away from the crowd with another girl, who was also pretty, but was eyeing Jake the whole show.“Go get her” Jake said as if he could hear josh’s thoughts, josh smiles and steps off the stage.

“They were great right?” your friend said beaming as the two of you sat down at a picnic table with some drinks.

“Yeah they were amazing, I hope they find a way out of this town with all that talent” you respond taking a small sip of your lemonade. Your friend's eyes suddenly grew wide.

“Speaking of” she whispered, nudging you gently. You looked at her and she nodded her head in the other direction, you turned your gaze and saw Josh making his way over to you. You felt your face flush, you adjusted your posture and smiled.

“Uh hello” he said sweetly

“Hi!” you exclaimed, trying not to seem as nervous as you really were.

“Did you enjoy the show?” he asks with a half smile, his hand reached behind him and he rubbed his neck. Perhaps he was nervous too.

“Oh absolutely! You guys were really great, very beautiful sound, I felt like I was flying with flowers” you said. Your face burned red as you realized how stupid that last part must have sounded.

He chuckled lightly

“you looked like you were flying” he said softly, now his face was red.Your friends' eyes darted between you and Josh.

“I'm gonna go get us a locker!” she said standing up abruptly. She smiled at Josh and winked at you as she walked away.

You laugh “sorry about her… she thinks life is one big rom-com” you voice , playing with the straw that stuck out of your drink. Josh laughed and sat down.

“She seems nice,” he replied. There was a moment of comfortable silence.

“Look I came over here because….I couldn't help but notice the chemistry we shared, I know you felt it too” he said. You could tell it took a lot of courage for him to say that, and that he wasn't usually a very forward person, not with women at least.

“Yeah” you smiled

“I felt it” you added. Josh grinned with a sigh of relief. He glanced around and fidgeted with his fingers before speaking again.

“What's your name?” he asks looking into your eyes now.

“(y\n)” you answer sheepishly.

“That's a gorgeous name, im-” he began.

“Youre Josh, I know” you interrupt with a small laugh.

“I just heard about fifty different girls screaming it a second ago” you continue smiling, your eyes looking back over to the stage, which still had a pink aura pulsing around it.Josh smiled and looked down

“yeah… I'm still not used to that” he admitted. Another moment of silence.

“You know i'm not really sure why I came over here...I seen you and just had to meet you...but…” his voice trails

“Let me guess...you have a girlfriend” you finish his sentence for him, praying you were wrong. He lets out a defeated sigh.

“Yeah….” he spoke, so quietly you almost couldn't hear him. You felt your heart sink.

“Of course you do” you speak, sadness lingers on your tongue. Josh picks up on your tone and feels as though he's done something wrong, but he didn't. He didn't like the solemn expression on your face.

“well , are you hungry? Do you want to go get some food or something? As friends?” he asks as if he already knew what your response was going to be.

“I don't know if that's such a good idea….is your girlfriend here?” you ask, eyes looking around the park again.

“No” he answers quickly, maybe a little too quickly. You think for a second but don't let temptation over take your better judgement.

“I don't know josh…” you chime.

“Well here at least give me your number” he says pulling his phone from his pocket. You think again, you knew you felt something with him and that usually didn't happen with people. You grabbed his phone and entered your number, he smiles as you type it in.

“There” you remark with a smirk as you hand it back to him.

“Great… I should go but I'll definitely text you” he assures as he rises from the table.

“Actually, the guys and I are playing at a college party next weekend if you want to come, bring your friend too. I saw Jake looking at her” he says. You laugh excited for her, she'll be all too happy to hear that.

“Count us in” you answer.

“I'll text you the time and address tonight” he adds before smiling at you again.

“It was really nice to meet you (y\n)” he grins.

“You too Josh, thanks for the music” you reply.

He smiles at you slipping his phone back in his pocket before making his way back over to the band, you watched him until he disappeared in the crowd of people.

(to be continued...)

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nikki-fucking-sixx · 4 years

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Together Without You: Chapter Six

Never before have you had a shift at work feel that painful. It was a Sunday brunch and not only was the bar completely filled, but the restaurant was packed to the brim. Every Mom and her child was waiting to eat eggs at this shitty restaurant. Along with the group of housewives were the day drinkers who pled for seats at the bar. You ignored their pleas and watched the clock, waiting for 3:00 to come. Time went by as slowly as expected, especially with your eyes stuck on the hands moving at a snail’s pace. When the time finally came, you threw your apron into the kitchen, gave Gus a small smile and left. Your car was rapidly swinging out of the parking lot as you made your way back to your apartment. When you got there, you raced into your room, stripped down to your bra and panties and collapsed on your bed. You let yourself sink into the mattress as your mind began to finally relax, that was, until you heard a knock.

“Hey, it’s me,” It was Maria.

“Come in.” You mumble. She walks in and bursts out in a laugh.

“Looking good, Mamma,” She laid down beside you. “Is it weird that I still have my shirt and pants on?”

You snickered, “Only if you let it get weird.”

“Shit, I guess it’s weird now.” You smile and roll your eyes at your friend as she laughs. “How was work?”

You let out a sigh, “Shitty. How was homework?”

“Also shitty. There is no way to make chemistry suck less.” She rolled over onto her side to face you. Her eyes met your slightly raised belly and she smiled, “You’re finally starting to show a little bit.” You lift up your head and acknowledge the bump and give a light tap.

“I’m only eight weeks along so there’s anything there. The only way I feel pregnant is that my pants are starting to get a little tight.”

“But that’s all part of the fun! You can eat whatever the hell you want now.” You snicker and lay back into the bed.

“I guess,” You then look at the clock and see it is already 3:45. “Shit, I gotta get going.” You hop off the bed and begin to look through your dresser.

“Where are you going?” You forgot to tell Maria.

“Nikki asked me to come to his rehearsal yesterday after the doctor’s appointment and I’m supposed to have him pick me up in fifteen minutes.” Maria sat up on the bed.

“So you’re seeing Nikki again?” You look over at Maria to see her giving you a coy smile.

“Yeah… Why are you saying it like that?” You say as you feel for a pair of jeans.

“It’s the second day in a row and last time we talked you hated him.”

“I never said I hated him,” You find a pair of jeans and begin to put them on. “He’s the father of my child, I can’t hate him.”

“But that doesn’t mean you have to spend every waking minute with this guy,” You roll your eyes.

“It’s all for the baby and you know that,” You grab the first shirt you find, “Besides he’s not really my type anyway.” You hear a sigh come out of Maria’s mouth.

“Sure, tall, dark, and handsome isn’t anyone’s type.” You finally turn to face her.

“Not that,” You run a hand through your hair, “It’s guys who are careless and don’t think ahead.”

“I know I know,” She stood up off the bed and her voice got a little quiet, “I just want you to be careful.” You put your hand on her shoulder and smile.

“I am Maria,” You then snicker before placing a hand on your belly, “As careful as I can be at this point.” She smiles before taking a step away. You look at your clock and see it’s 4:00, at that, you hear a car horn.

“Fuck, ok. I’ll be back here at some point” You began speed walking out of the room and out of the apartment.

“Have fun,” Maria said, winking as you walk out the door. Nikki was waiting in his car. He watched you step down your steps, letting his eyes wander up your legs. You cannot help but let your cheeks flush as you walk up to the car door.

“Hey.” You say as you open it.

“Hey.” He watches you get in and sit down, “Ready to go?” You nod and he speeds off. There is a silence in the car. You both have no idea what to talk about. You let your eyes look out the window before trying to converse with this man.

“So where is this place?”

“In West Hollywood.” He was curt today.

“Cool.” Was all you could say.

He parked the car at a building you had never seen before. You get out of the car, walk up the steps and open the door. Immediately, you are blasted with a barrier of sound. You look a little startled by the noise and Nikki lets out a small laugh. You follow the heavy guitar to a room with many windows. Nikki opens the door to see all the eyes in the booth face you.

“Who’s this, Nikki?” A small but wide older man asks you.

“A friend.” He answers for you. You find it hard to make eye contact with this man. When you finally get the courage to look up, you notice him roll his eyes. He then walks over to the recording booth and presses a button.

“Nikki’s here.” You then look at the windows and notice all the guys look up at Nikki and then at you. You give a small wave.

The guys begin to whisper to themselves as the two of you enter the recording area. You are immediately hit with the smell of cigarettes and weed. You try not to make a face as you give Nikki a curt smile. This all was beyond anything you had ever seen. The amount of instruments in one room was truly amazing to you.

“This is really cool.” You look around at your surroundings, never having seen such a room before.

“I just wanted to show you what I actually do.” There was a subtle bite to his words. He knew you looked down on his profession.

“Well, it’s really something.” You let your eyes finally wander to the other people in the room. They looked like they recognized you from the way their eyes were watching you. You clear your throat, “Hi, I think we’ve met. I’m (Y/N).”

“How could I forgot you beautiful,” The man you remember to be Vince said, looking you up and down. “How’s the baby?” You still feel discomfort at this question.

“Good, healthy.” You kept the answer short. Noticing your awkwardness, the older man chimed in.

“Nikki, want to play her a song?” You were intrigued. You had never heard one of their songs before.

“Hell yeah. Something from the new album?” All the guys agreed and they started setting up their instruments. Nikki grabbed his bass and began tuning.

“So, (Y/N), do you rock?” The drummer asked with a goofy grin spread across his face. You shrug your shoulders lightly.

“I definitely like rock, but I prefer The Smiths and The Cure a bit more than heavy rock.” There was a silence in the air as the goofy grin fell and Tommy gave Nikki a look. Nikki pretended not to notice.

“Maybe this will change your mind.” And at that, the drummer began playing a piano riff. It was simple, in C major but something about it was hauntingly beautiful. Suddenly the 7th was added in and then a minor. Vince began singing about being a dreamer and his heart of gold. You were drawn in as it did not seem to be as heavy as you expected. Then, Tommy stepped away from the piano and the guitar came in. This part was “heavy” as they called it. And you really liked it. More than you expected. You look over at Nikki and see him staring at you, waiting for your reaction. Your eyes lingered on each other. He really did look handsome holding that bass. His arms were flexed because of the instrument in his hands. There was a sense of passion that you had only seen a few times gleaming from his eyes. You couldn’t help but smile. He looked away and at Mick before banging his head to the beat. Once the guitar solo began, you knew you were hooked. And as quickly as the song began, it was over. You felt your hands instinctively come together to clap. Your eyes immediately went back over to Nikki and you saw him giving one of his rare smirks and made you feel a way that you did not want to think about.

“That was amazing.” You gush, feeling like one of the groupies that you’ve heard about around the rock scene.

“Glad you liked it hon,” Vince says, immediately letting his flirty persona take him over. You look over at Nikki, looking for another reaction upon his face. He was stone cold again and staring off. You watch where his gaze is wandering and you see nothing. His eyes were so focused on nothing and it confused you. There was silence, as you and the guys all waited for a response from Nikki, but nothing came. Your stomach sank slightly before you cleared your throat. You needed to get a bit of space from him.

“Do you guys know where I can find the bathroom?” You say like a child.

“I’ll show you.” Nikki pipes in, motioning for you both to leave the recording area. You did not want to go with him. You begin to walk faster than him out of the booth and into the hallway. “Where the fuck are you going?” He says, slightly jogging after you.

“The bathroom.” You say as curtly as he was saying before.

“You don’t need to run there.” He says under his breath. You stop and turn toward him.

“What’s wrong with you?” He looks confused, “Yesterday you were kind to me and today you’re acting like I don’t exist. What the hell is up with that?” He looks off to the side as absentmindedly as he was before.

“You can’t tell?” He said, letting an oddly playful smirk touch his lips.

“Tell what?” You cross your arms.

“I’m fucking high (Y/N).” He turned back toward you. You saw it now. His eyes, face, and actions all meant something now.

“You’re fucking high?” Your voice begins to rise, “And you let me drive in the fucking car with you?”

“It’s not a big deal, we both made it here in one piece.” You were shocked.

“That’s not the point Nikki, we could have died.” You throw your arms in the air. “What if the baby was with us? They could have died too.”

“You’re overreacting.” His voice is starting to rise too.

“I’m overreacting? You’re acting like a fucking idiot.” You scream at him.

“You can’t talk to me like that, you bitch.” He screams back at you.

“Don’t call me a bitch.” Your voices were filling up the hallway.

“Then stop acting like one.”

“Fuck you Nikki, I’m leaving.” At that, you storm down the hallway and out the door. You step down the stairs and begin angrily making your way home. You look at the sky and see the sun is beginning to set. Perfect. That’s all you needed right now: to be pregnant and walking home in the dark. Great. You made it a few blocks before you heard a car pull up beside you. You look over, expecting to get robbed but instead see Nikki. You quickly look away and continue to walk. He pulls in front of the sidewalk so you cannot cross. He then rolls down the window.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” You cannot look at him.

“Home.”

“You can’t walk home.” You roll your eyes.

“Watch me.” You begin to take a step around his car. At that, Nikki puts the car in park and hops out the side. “Get away from me Nikki.” You scowl at him and turn your body away.

“No.” You are fully turned away from him, watching the night sky begin to come out. You hear him sigh. “I know I acted like a jerk.”

“That’s one way of putting it.” You whisper under your breath.

“That was wrong of me and I’m sorry.” You turn back toward him to see his arms crossed and see his eyes off to the side.

“That was the shittiest apology I think I’ve ever heard.” He now looks at you, pissed.

“What the fuck do you want me to say.” He was now getting worked up.

“I want you to mean it.” He sighs and runs a hand through his long dark hair. He frustrated the hell out of you.

“I’m sorry I was high and drove you to the recording studio.” You look at him, waiting for more. He clears his throat and continues. “And that I was high in the recording studio and said shitty things to you.” You were ok with this response, you begin to open your mount to say something when he continues. “I just don’t know how to act around you. I don’t usually hang out with girls like you and it honestly scares me that you might actually care.” That last bit caught you off guard. You might actually care? Where does he get off saying something that absurd? You look up at his eyes and this time he isn’t avoiding your gaze. He is staring intensely back at you. You feel your previous thoughts of anger leaving as he reached out and touched your shoulder. The skin where his fingers were tingled. “And I am happy that my child is going to have such a caring mother.” At that he turns away, ready to get back in the car. His hand leaves your shoulder but the tingling does not stop.

Then, something snaps within you.

You reach out and grab his hand. He stops in his tracks and looks back at you. No other thoughts are going through your mind at this moment, all you can think about is him. You then pull him toward you and he easily slips out of his spot on the sidewalk. Now, you two are face to face and for the first time all day, his eyes were perfectly clear. You feel your weight change to your toes as you lean up and lightly let your lips grace his. You began to pull away but his hand grabs your cheek and pulls you in close. You gasp and his lips are on yours. Suddenly, it was no longer nighttime in the middle of a busy Los Angeles weekday, it was his bedroom all those weeks ago. It was just the two of you and the mistakes of the past, present and future seemed to mean nothing.

For now, at least they meant nothing.

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taurusjaehyun · 5 years

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one of us // j.jh

♦Pairing: jaehyun x fem reader

♦Other Members/ Characters: Johnny, Lucas and Taeyong [mentioned]

♦Genre: smut, frat boy-play boy Jaehyun

♦Warnings: rough sex, smutttty smut, overstimulation, daddy kink, cum eating, oral sex (giving and receiving), breath play(?), choking on dique, minor anal, sub space(?), fingering and good ol’ penetration

♦Word count: 5,994

♦Story: Jung Jaehyun is infamous for being a man whore from the most famous frat in your uni with the most concentration of fuck boys. You’re Miss Congeniality, well-liked by everyone, from the Dean to the gardener of your uni, and a friend of all the cliques. Jung Jaehyun included.

Note: This was requested! Sex on a pool table with Jung Jaehyunzzz. Again, this isn’t proofread. Sorry hehe. Also I suck at summaries so u just gotta read it to know what it’s about skskss. Thank you and enjoy! I’d love to hear your thoughts on this! :) Talk to meeeeee chingoose~

Everyone knew Jung Jaehyun whored around. He’d show up with a new girl in his arms every other day but that didn’t stop the girls from coming onto him, even after he dumps them after he gets bored. Usually, a week would be a long one for him so after you had asked him out and somehow made him say yes, but no one had actually expected you to last more than 2 weeks with him. Even the guys in his frat were surprised too.

And now that you were going straight to the 2nd month of dating the infamous Jung Jaehyun, everyone looked at you differently. They treated you differently too. You used to blend into the background but now that you were amongst the likes of Jaehyun, you had changed your style and appearance to suit your new crowd. Your usual comfy boxy shirts, mom jeans and sneakers were replaced with spaghetti straps, miniskirts and heels.

And that was how you ended up in the basement of Jaehyun’s frat house, on your knees, sucking Jaehyun’s dick as he gripped the edge of the pool table behind him. The basement was strictly for frat members only as it was a game-slash-hang out room for the guys. The party upstairs was on full blast that you could still hear the heavy bass of the EDM song they were playing upstairs.

“That’s it,” he watches you with half lidded eyes as you slowly take his cock deeper down your throat, his hands on the back of your head, controlling your pace, “take it like the good girl you are.”

You whimper in panic as your throat tightens up around his head, making him moan but all you knew was you had to breathe. You squeeze his thighs, signaling to him that you couldn’t take him deeper but he doesn’t let go of your head, but instead pushes you closer, making his dick push deeper into you until a few inches of his cock was left uncovered.

You gag around his cock, hot tears flooding your ducts as you resort to banging your fists against his thighs. You close your eyes, gagging as the need for air kicks in again.

“Shit, y/n,” he hisses before he pulls off your head away from him, thick ropes of spit connecting his cock and your mouth trailing down your chin as you cough, gasping for air. “I just wanted to see how long you could hold your air, sweet cheeks.” He smirks as he breathes in the sight of you on your knees, eyes glossy, mouth swollen and hair disheveled.

You nod, fisting the material of your dress against your thigh. You couldn’t say you hated what he did. And you were too under his control to deny whatever he wanted to do with you. It was kind of the deal when you started dating him.

Without a word, he grabs the back of your head, using his other hand to fist his cock, leisurely jacking himself off. He pushes your head closer to his crotch and like an automatic response, you open your mouth, close your eyes and spread your tongue in the process so he could slide in easy.

You don’t feel the heaviness of cock in your tongue but on your top lip instead. He gives you a sweet smile, caressing your hair. “Close your mouth, sweetheart.” You follow his words and he drags the head of his cock on your lower lip, spreading his pre-cum mixed with your spit around like he was applying lipstick on you.

After he was done with your lips, he had started to caress your cheeks with the length of his cock. Your cheeks were wet and sticky now, messing your make up but he knew you loved it when he did that. He was biting his lips and you knew he was breathing shallow by the way his chest was moving with every breath he took.

You could feel your arousal running down your inner thighs and you were so sure that the pretty lilac silk panties you wore for him were ruined. But you didn’t care because he’d take it off anyways.

“Pretty,” he says and you give him a smile, your heart fluttering at his simple words. “I really wanna see how long you can hold your breath, angel. You can hold out longer than earlier, right? I know you can.”

“I can! I can, Jaehyun! I can!” You exclaim with a little too much excitement. He loved to put you to your limit sometimes. And you loved it. Completely.

“Prove it, baby.” He smiles lazily, pushing the hair out of your face with his dry hand. You use your hand to lead his cock to your mouth and slowly ease it inside your mouth until the tip reached your throat, making him hiss. “You’re such a pretty girl, y/n. So pure yet so bold.” He observes, caressing your cheek gently with his knuckles, as if you were a fragile doll.

You start bobbing your head slowly, pulling back until his tip was left in your mouth and pushing forward until his tip reached the back of your throat, making you gag a little every time. He loved how you looked up at him with those innocent eyes but take in the whole of his cock. He wasn’t an easy length to take it and all the girls knew. That was also one of the things he was famous for.

You knew that fact as well and had the shock of your life when you first saw it. Jaehyun thought it was amazing how hard you worked for him, giddy when he had told you that you took him so well unlike the other girls. Shallow as that may sound, you didn’t want to be another notch on Jung Jaehyun’s belt. You wanted to be remembered and you’d take the title of the only one who could take his whole cock in.

Jaehyun visibly shivered when you licked the underside of his cock as you kept him down your throat, hands palming his balls. “Shit, shit,” he groaned, biting his lips. He watches you as you unsheathe his cock out of your mouth and use your left hand, jacking him off and lifting his dick. You duck your head, going lower and started sucking on his balls, balancing yourself with your your free hand on his hips.

“God, you’re so good at this,” he chuckles, breathing growing shallow with every swipe of your tongue on the sensitive skin of his balls. You let go of his hip and start fondling his balls, making him grunt deeply. You loved hearing his sounds and the mere thought of you making him feel THIS good was enough for you to get yourself horny. You loved serving him in any way you could.

“Show me how long you can hold your breath, baby,” he purrs, looking at you with his half lidded, lust blown eyes. He was petting your head gently as if he was telling you how such a good girl you were for him.

You let go of his nut with a pop, making him inhale sharply as you gently blow air on it, sending shivers up his spine. You lock your eyes with him as you level the head of his cock on your mouth, taking a deep breath in the process.

Slowly, you push your head forward, his hot and velvety cock sliding down your tongue and eventually the tip reaching your throat, making you slow down a bit, relaxing yourself as you feel your eyes prickle with tears. You close your eyes, taking in little breaths through your nose to calm yourself further. You squeeze your thumb in your fist tight, helping with the gagging as proven from times before.

“Take your time, sweetheart,” he whispers, loving the warmth and texture your mouth offered for him. You were so, so good for him and he couldn’t ask for more.

Once you find yourself relaxed and ready to take on more of his length, you push your head forward. Slowly but surely. It wasn’t easy though. It never is easy even though you’ve done it more times you could count. You close your eyes tightly as you push yourself one last time, taking the whole of his cock down your throat until your nose was squished against his belly, your top lip prickled by his trimmed pubes.

Jaehyun starts to count, slowly, much to your dismay but you focus on holding your breath, clearing your mind and trying to relax as you close your eyes. You didn’t feel the hot tears sliding down your cheeks until you felt Jaehyun brush them away with his thumbs, echoes of what sounds like his voice telling you how much of a good girl you were or something like that. You didn’t know.

Jaehyun took the sign of your eyes fluttering and your throat closing up tighter around him as a sign that you were losing hold of your air. “Fuck, shit,” he pushes your head back, hands cradling your head as the separation of his cock from your mouth produced a loud, filthy, wet squelch.

You find yourself sitting on the floor, hand clutching your barely covered chest as you cough, sputtering, as strings of spit escape your mouth as you gasp for air. You didn’t know how long you were holding your breath but the pain in your chest and your light headedness gave you an idea that you held it pretty long.

“H-how long?” You ask shakily, trying to restore the breath in your lungs by taking in big breaths.

Jaehyun smirks and chuckles, “I lost count after 12, to be honest. Maybe we should use a timer next time, yeah?” He teases you and you roll your eyes at him, making him release his big, belly laugh. The basement used to be a shelter and the walls were bouncy so his laugh resounded through the room. “You good?”

You nod, finding yourself smiling as he laughed. His laughter was one of the things you adored about him. You look up at him, as he sat, perched on the edge of the pool table. His shirt was lifted up, giving you a peek of his tight stomach, the front of his jeans and boxers pushed down and his cock—hard, red and leaking, was on full display.

“How about you let me fuck your mouth and I’ll give you a reward after?” He asks, the playfulness overtaken by mischievousness and lust in his voice.

Your breathing was back to normal now, despite the slight ache in your throat but you decided that would be dealt with tomorrow. “Ok,” you nod as you get on your knees again and sit upright as he get down from the table, spreading his legs comfortably.

Soon, his cock was inside your mouth again as he thrusts shallowly and slowly, setting up his pace and giving you preparation before he went crazy on you. Once again, his hands were cradling your head to keep your head anchored and your arms looped around his thighs.

This was one of the handful times where you actually take in the whole of his length so he was gonna take advantage of the stretch he gave you tonight and fuck your face for all your worth.

“Damn, y/n. I fucking love your mouth,” he moans, bucking his hips, watching half of his length get swallowed by your mouth. “When you’re presenting in class,” thrust. “When you’re annoying me and nagging like Doyoung hyung,” thrust. “And especially when you let me fuck your mouth like this.” He chuckles as he looks up at the roof and closes his eyes, feeling the familiar heat pooling in his belly.

He snaps his hips faster, depth perception off as he chases for his orgasm. You gag with every snap of his hips, knowing full well he was deep into pleasure to know he was giving you more cock than he should have.

With a loud grunt and whine, Jaehyun finally cums, leaving his hot cum at the back of your tongue, letting it spurt out until it filled your mouth. He pulls back, watching as the warm, salty liquid escapes the crevices of your mouth and spills down your chin, covering the trails of dried spit on your chin.

Using your finger, you scoop the dripping cum from your chin and into your mouth again, sucking on your finger.

“You’re so hot,” he speaks, dazed at your actions. “Don’t swallow it yet. Just keep it there.”

You keep your mouth open, despite the ache in your jaw as you gave him a nod, careful not to let the cum spill out.

He pulls you up to your feet and you almost lose your balance as you’ve been kneeling on the floor longer than you’d like to admit. He spins you, with you now pressed against the pool table, eyeing your disheveled but stunning appearance. Your eyes were half lidded, face matted with dried spit and tears, lips sore and red, mouth full of his milky cum and neck littered with blooming hickies down to your chest. The straps of your dress draped down your shoulders, exposing your breasts with more hickies and sore nipples from him sucking on it earlier. You were beautiful. So beautiful. He couldn’t wait to see you fucked out and delirious for him.

Jaehyun pulls up the ends of your dress, letting him see your silk underwear and the dripping wetness down your inner thighs. You were so horny that you could feel your pussy throbbing. “Don’t let my cum drip or I won’t let you cum,” he warns before he kisses your neck, then down to your breasts ad he slips his hand down your underwear, making you sigh in relief as his fingers finally touched your tingling clit.

He sucks on your nipple as he slowly rubs on your clit, making you buck and whine, but he continues to rub on it, gauging your reaction. You grab onto his shoulders as he moves onto the other nipple, sucking with same intensity while his fingers move deeper, his middle finger tracing your wet slit. “You’re fucking soaking, y/n.”

You tried to speak but it ends up being a gargling sound so you close your mouth instead and buck your hips, trying to grind yourself against his fingers. He always said he wasn’t cruel so he pulls off from your nipples and pulls down your underwear until they were down the floor. He helps you step out of them and spreads your legs slightly for easier access.

Right away, his mouth finds itself attached to your nipples and his fingers inside you, sliding in easy with your excessive wetness. His pace was slow and gentle, scissoring his fingers inside of you to prepare you as if his dick hasn’t been inside you. He took preparation very seriously, especially with his size.

He adds another finger, pressing kisses against your sore nipples before he moves down, giving your stomach open mouthed kisses that leaves a trail of warmth inside of you. In the short time you’ve been together, you fairly got to know each other’s body, especially him. He was a very attentive lover and he even discovered new places you never thought would bring you pleasure.

Jaehyun lifts your left leg with his left hand, propping it up on the top of the pool table as he gets on his knees in front of you, fingers never stopping on fucking you. He looks up at your pussy, all exposed for him, and the stretch of your leg propped up gave him a pretty good view of your hole being fucked open by his fingers.

“Beautiful,” he whispers as he watches his 3 fingers disappear inside your cunt and come out with your juices as he uses the tips of his fingers with his free hand to spread your pussy lips, giving him a full view of your pink pussy and stuffed hole. He uses his thumb to rub at your clit upwards, like he was tickling it and eventually, gently flicking at it. The pleasure you were feeling was starting to be unbearable but frustrating as he was purposely missing the spot that made you see stars just to tease you.

You pant, looking at the beautiful man kneeling in front of you and in between your legs, watching your pussy like it’s the most interesting thing in the world. You grunt as you buck your hips, trying to take him deeper and try to let his finger brush on your spot but to no avail. He pushes down on your belly, locking you against the table and him, with no space to move.

Despite him missing your sweet spot, your orgasm quickly comes, aided by his constant torturous rubbing on your clit with his thumb that has you moaning and whining. You feel your legs trembling as the pleasure surges through your body but suddenly his mouth is on your clit, sucking and gliding his tongue on it and his fingers prod at your sweet spot, making you squeal as your orgasm takes over your body.

You clutch on his hair as your eyes roll back at the pleasure he’s giving you but he doesn’t stop. Not even when your orgasm has subsided and you’re twitching in overstimulation. He stands up again but his fingers never stop and you can’t do anything but grab onto the edge of the pool table behind you. Your legs shake violently than before that your knees buckle, making you lose your balance. He catches you with his left arm around your waist and his fingers now deeper inside your spasming walls as you cum again for him.

He pulls his fingers out of you and carries you up the pool table, your sensitive pussy grazing against the felt texture of the table, making you whine. He kisses you, shoving his tongue down your throat and swiping for a taste of his cum that you had unknowingly swallowed in the bouts of your earlier orgasm. He licks at your chin, drinking in whatever was left of his cum that dripped down earlier and capturing your mouth again with his.

You wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as the two of you engage in a hungry, passionate and almost primal kiss that takes your breath away. The thing about Jaehyun is, he kisses you like it’s the last time he’s kissing you. It’s raw and it makes you feel lightheaded.

You both pull away, both out of breath, foreheads sticking to each other, eyes locked. He looks down, pulling your ass to the edge of the table as he slips inside of you without a word as you release a long moan as the rest of his length enters you. The height of the table was just perfect, with your crotches on the same level because of his tall height.

He sighs in pleasure when he bottoms out inside you, burying his face into your neck as you pull him close with your arms, planting lazy kisses on his cheek. He lifts your legs and hangs them on the bend of arms as he holds onto your hips.

“Fuck me now, Jae. Fuck me,” you whimper against his ear and he wastes no time and slowly pulls out his cock from inside you until you were left with the tip and pushes into you again, the motion easy because of your wetness. “Oh, baby,” you moan as he starts moving, still slowly, letting you get used to his length as if you’ve never been stuffed full of it. “S-so big.” You moan as he slowly builds up the pace.

“You’re so fucking tight, sweetheart.” He whispers against your cheek, breathing out loud with every snap of his hips against yours. “Your pussy is fucking amazing, y/n.” He groans.You bite your lips as he purposely avoids your g-spit, grazing it just a little bit. You were still so sensitive from your previous orgasm that you could feel the very shape of his cock, down to the veins wrapping around it and how it throbbed when it was inside you. It felt too good to be stuffed full of his cock.

“God, how come your pussy’s still so fucking tight even after all the times I’ve fucked you?” He grins as he steadily thrusts his hips up to yours, watching your tits shake with the sheer force of his fucking into you.

You grab his face, cupping his cheeks as you look into his eyes, but failing to keep focus in his because of the way your eyes would involuntarily roll back with every good thrusts he gives you. “Oh, fuck, fuck,” you grit as you throw your head back.

He chuckles at your reaction then leans forward to kiss your neck, nipping at your sweet spot as he wraps your legs around his hips and pulls you closer to him, allowing him to thrust deeper in to you if it was possible.

You bury your head into his shoulder, closing your eyes as you let your body experience the pure pleasure he was giving you with every thrust of his hips against yours. However, it wasn’t enough. You pull him into a kiss again, sloppy with spit and teeth clashing. You pull away from him, breathless as you pull him close, your foreheads touching.

Jaehyun keeps his eyes locked on you, with his hips never faltering. Being in you felt like heaven. He loved the way your eyes were half lidded and full blown with lust that mirrored his. He wanted you. Always.

The first time you came up to him, he was surprised because people like you kept away from people of the likes of him. You were well liked by people, even the professors and you seemed like a decent person, totally different from the snakes that were in your uni. You were a breath of fresh air. That’s why he was surprised when you confessed you had liked him ever since you met him at freshman orientation. You knew him before he became the Jaehyun he is now. And you still looked and treated him the same with no judgment in your eyes, but rather growing affection.

You were so different. His frat brothers always knew he looked at you differently so they were happy for him when the news of you and Jaehyun broke out in the uni. Taeyong had always insisted you’d be the one to change him and it was true. You were lasting longer than the other girls, he was loyal to you, he kept his promises with you. He probably loved you too. Probably.

You peck his lips, “fuck me harder, Jaehyun. Please.” Jaehyun snaps his hips faster and harder against yours, that you had to hold onto him to keep yourself in place for him. “Harder, please. Harder, baby.”

The thing about you too, is, you could take him and more. That was an added bonus for him. He pulls out of you, making you whine. “Climb up on the table and get on all fours, y/n.” To the people around you, you were sweet, so head strong but with him, you were such a submissive little slut.

You immediately listen to him, and move to the center of the pool table and get on all fours, your ass and pussy on full display for him. Jaehyun gets on the table and kneels behind you, head diving in your folds, tongue licking up in your hole as his hands knead your ass cheeks, smacking the supple flesh.

You moan, burying your face into your hands, almost crying with the way his big hands landed on your bare ass, creating a loud slapping sound that resonated in the room. It was so painful but it added to the pleasure of the way he was tongue fucking all the while.

You feel Jaehyun’s tongue making its way out of your hole and around your lips and eventually on your clit, which he sucks fervently, making you hiss when he grazes his teeth against it. “Jaehyun! No!” You groan when he pulls off of you. “Eat me out, Jae. Please!” You exclaim, pleading as you steady yourself with your arms, looking back at him.

“Be quiet. You don’t wanna hear the people in the party know how you’re being a slut for me, right?” He asks. You swallow, making a noise of agreement. He leans forward, covering your body as his hands wrap around your belly. “Daddy will give you what you want if you’re good, ok? Are you gonna be a good little whore for daddy?” He whispered against your ear as his hands travelled from your waist to your breasts. “Use your words, baby.”

Daddy. Fuck. It was one of the kinks you actively played with him. He was surprised when you had revealed you were heavily into it and he had told you he hadn’t expected for someone like you to be into it. “Y-yes, daddy. I’ll be your good whore.” You could feel his throbbing cock against your wet sex and you wanted nothing but to have it inside you. But you knew once your play had started, you couldn’t ask for anything easily.

He gets up on his knees again and plunges 3 of his fingers in your pussy with no word, surprising you. He immediately fucks you with his fingers hard and fast that you fall forward, face landing on your forearms as he uses his other hand to rub at your clit, fingers never stopping.

“You can’t cum until I say so,” he smiles, planting open mouthed kisses on the sore spots on your ass. You twitch at the contact and your pussy contracts around him.

You bite down on your lower lips, chest heaving as you feel the familiar heat filling your being. You were about to cum. The way he was fucking you open with his fingers and the way he was playing with your clit was so good that you almost feel yourself slipping and giving into the release but you try to hold it in, tears blurring your vision as every second you try to hold it in, the more it gets harder.

Finally, he pulls his fingers out of you and lets go of your clit. You slump down the pool table, sobbing as you hold onto your hair, tugging. You were so fucking frustrated that you hadn’t cum but he made you feel so good that you had no other reaction but to cry and sob loudly.

Jaehyun’s hand lands on your ass again and you whine loudly, still sore from the earlier spanking he gave you. Your ass automatically thrust up at the impact. He caresses the curve of your ass and kneads, now using both hands on both cheeks and you moan, low. He was pressing down on you hard that your sensitive nipples would graze the felt material of the pool table, sending shocks up your spine.

“What do you want, y/n?” Jaehyun asks, spreading your ass cheeks, revealing your tight asshole, wet by your juices. “Should I fuck you here again?” He asks, sucking on his thumb and spitting on your hole before he uses his thumb to spread the spit around your tight hole and eventually, slowly entering his thumb.

“I want you to fuck me, please. Just fuck me.” Your breath hitches with every word. Last night, he had fucked your ass. Hard. And you were still stretched, so you didn’t know why he was being so careful with your ass when he had fucked you up so well there so many times before. At this point, you didn’t care. You just wanted him inside you. Any hole would do as long as he used you and filled you. “Fuck me. Fuck me.”

Jaehyun lifts up your hips, and rubs the head of his cock against your slit, covering his cock with your wetness. He spreads your ass cheeks, spits on your gape and you groan as the head of his cock bumps against your tight entrance. Slowly, he pushes in and you whine, clutching on anything you could hold on to.

Jaehyun knew you weren’t prepped because despite the fact you were still a bit stretched, it would be a pain for you because of his size. As soon as his head was inside, he chuckles, watching how your hole had expanded to take his size. It was amazing. “You’re amazing, baby. You’re so good for me.” He smiles, wiping the sweat that covered the smooth skin of your back.

You whine as he pushes into you, a few inches now buried in you but still a long way to go if he were to bottom out. You try to calm yourself down but the way he stretched you made you gasp for air. “Nggghh, daddy,” you breathe out. “You... you’re... so b-big.”

He grabs the back of your head, and pushes your face down the table, his hand holding you down as he pulls up your ass to the air, cock still inside you. You bite your lip and groan as his cock barely inches forward inside you again. “How about you cum before I fuck you?”

You try to nod but he’s literally holding you down so you could only say yes with your eyes. You lick your dried lips as he starts playing with your clit, just sloppily rubbing on it, as if he wasn’t really trying to please you. You needed more to cum but you’d take everything at this point.

“More?” He asks lazily and you try to nod again. “Ok,” he immediately plunges the same the fingers he used on you earlier and fucks you fast and hard with it, purposely hitting your sweet spot with ever thrust and curl of his long fingers. Jaehyun watches the way your brows furrowed and how the surface below your face had a small puddle of spit and tears.

Jaehyun loved the way you looked so confident and so unassuming with everyone and he also loved the way you were so desperate and fucked out under him. Like you were under the spell of his cock in you. He loved it so much.

“If you don’t cum now then I won’t let you cum after this.” He whispers against your ear, crushing your body with his.

You focus on the pleasure of his fingers fucking you hard and fast, and the way your nipples grazed the pool table with every shift of your body. You were there. Just a little more. Suddenly, Jaehyun starts to fuck into your ass, but never going deeper. Just shallow thrusts, careful, so you don’t get hurt.

You cum with a shriek, your ass and pussy tightening around him as your whole body trembles. “Fuck! Fuck!” He pulled out his fingers out of you and pulled off his dick from your ass as soon as you had hit your high.

He finally lets go of his heavy hand on your head that held you down earlier. “Good?” He asks as he holds your hips in his hands, lifting it up in position so he could fuck you easy.

“Yes, thank you!” You sob, feeling the tears running down the bridge of your nose. He hadn’t gave you time to rest before he slipped his dick into your still throbbing pussy, bottoming out in one thrust.

He wastes no time and immediately fucks you, snapping his hips in a brutal pace, knocking the breath out of your lungs. You had just orgasmed and you barely had time to process everything but you just knew you were being plowed, going higher and higher than before.

The music booming from upstairs was long forgotten. You couldn’t even hear yourself or Jaehyun. You didn’t know your moans had turned to borderline cries and sobs of pleasure and that you were full on crying, just from how good he was giving it you. You couldn’t hear the loud slapping of skin against skin that almost drowned out the bass of the music upstairs and resonated in the room. You couldn’t feel the soreness of your nipples and the pain on your knees for being on it for long. Your head was clouded with so much lust and pleasure that you couldn’t feel your anything except for the brutal fucking your pussy was receiving and the pleasure it brought.

Jaehyun slumped over you, hands wrapping around your waist as he fucks into you, faster and hard than before. He knew you were delirious right now as he was hearing the elongated moans that you subconsciously did when you were in deep, deep pleasure. He loved it and would love to keep you in your high but he just wanted to finally reach his long awaited orgasm. He had given you enough good orgasms so he was dead set on chasing his.

Jaehyun kept his brutal pace as he grabbed on your breasts, massaging it as he used his finger to tweak and pull at your nipples. He kissed your nape, your head and anything that his lips could reach in his position. He was almost coming and he knew you were too.mHe used his free hand to reach down between your thighs and caught your clit with his fingers, rubbing at your slippery nub, making you squeal and tighten around him. He bit his lip as he pushed more into you, now regulating the way he was rubbing at your sensitive clit.

Your thighs start shaking, destabilizing your position, making you drop your hips, with Jaehyun falling with you so his dick went deeper into you at the force and you scream, cumming. The way your pussy was spasming and clutching on his cock which triggered his own orgasm.

Jaehyun groaned as he rode out his orgasm, still thrusting into you, emptying his cum deep inside your pussy. At this point, you were lying on the pool table, boneless, head flying. You couldn’t see clearly and there was this ringing in your ear that wouldn’t seem to leave. You were exhausted, physically but you’ve never felt better. It was like you were so drunk with pleasure.

Jaehyun pulled out and you groan at the feeling of loss. Your pussy clamps at nothing, and out comes his milky cum at the motion. But before it could drip to the ruined felt of the pool table, he catches it with two of his fingers, and dips it inside you, swirling his fingers and spreading his cum on your walls.

He then brings his cum covered fingers to your face, pressing his fingers in your open mouth which was gasping for air. You take it in, as an automatic reaction and lick and suck at his fingers until there wasn’t cum anymore but not that you’d know as you were still deep in your high.

When you finally come back down, you were still on the pool table but your cunt had been wiped clean and your dress had been fixed, but the rest of you screamed that you had just been fucked. Your nipples were painfully sore, as was your pussy. You turn and find Jaehyun who was sitting on the couch facing the pool table, on his phone and smoking.

Jaehyun notices you’re awake and then walks over to you, a beautiful smile adorning his gorgeous face. “So how about round 2 in my room?”

The next day, you and Jaehyun, still deep in sleep, don’t hear Johnny’s screaming about killing whoever had left cum stains on the new pool table their frat had acquired. Poor Lucas was blamed instead.

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The Night Out - Liam x MC

A/N: Happy Holidays, @keepcreativechoices !! I’m your Secret Santa and chose to write for King Liam and your MC, Parker! I hope you enjoy this fic and have a great holiday 💖 Special thanks to @andi-the-cat for hosting Choices Secret Santa this year; it’s been fun writing for a pairing I’ve never written for! This fic was inspired by the music video for the song The Night Out by Martin Solveig.

Word Count: 1,232

Warnings: just a bunch of fluff

Permanent tag list: @furiouscloddonutpeanut @inlovewithrebels @nighthunterkatherine

“How does it sound if we spent the night out?”

Parker inhaled his subtle cologne as Liam spun her around and she landed with their faces inches from each other, a pretty slip of a laugh escaping from her lips. She appreciated how he snuck into her room, but she didn’t anticipate that this was the reason. “Oh yeah? And who’s coming with us?”

“No one else. Just us.”

“...But how?” Parker looked up at her fiancé, noting the mischief glittering in his sea blue eyes. At that point she couldn’t remember what city they were in or where they were supposed to the next morning. She couldn’t deny that she had been feeling the stress of the engagement tour and putting out an image that she will be a good queen of Cordonia, and while she loved all of their friends, she wanted to spend some time with just them. “It will really be just us? Not even Bastien or Mara will be with us?”

“Think about it: no one knows who we are in this city, we can sneak out and back in with the help of our friends, and we get the night off to ourselves to do whatever we want.” Liam grinned and dipped her. “I have it all laid out for you, my love.”

Parker untangled herself from his arms and straightened up, a matching grin lighting up her tanned skin. “Let me change into something more comfy.”

Twenty minutes and a convoluted plan produced and executed by the legendary Maxwell Beaumont and his trusty sidekicks Hana Lee and Drake Walker to get the king and queen-to-be of Cordonia out of the guarded castle later, Liam and Parker zoomed between traffic on a moped. The two had dressed in clothes more casual than what they had become accustomed to due to court life, and Parker welcomed the change. Parker threw her head back as the cold wind blew through her auburn dyed hair that peeked out from under her helmet, and her grip on Liam tightened. “How long have you been planning this? I didn’t know you had a moped!”

“Being the king has its perks!” Liam replied over the noise of the city. Parker giggled at her fiancé; a usually egotistical statement just sounded adorable coming from him. Eventually Liam settled on parking their vehicle at the bottom of a stairwell near a park. The two got off and took off their helmets, each shaking their hair out without abandon.

“Is it just me, or do you also feel so...free?” Parker asked as the two walked hand in hand through a partly lit brickstone park. “Like I don’t think I’ve felt like this since the night we met.”

“You mean the night I met and fell in love with the most beautiful woman in the world? Right now I have to admit this comes to a close second, my queen.” Liam squeezed her hand, and his eyes twinkled among the street lamps like stars in the sky.

“Oh stop, you’re making me blush, my king.” Parker let go of his hand and jumped on his back, and he caught her effortlessly. “And now...I’m yours. You can take me anywhere.”

“Your wish is my command,” Liam chuckled, gripping her legs tighter as he began to walk them through the lively streets of a Saturday night on the town. Some party-goers around their age whooped as they passed by, and Parker and Liam laughed and pumped their fists in greeting, drunk on just being there.

Eventually Liam settled on a small, nondescript nightclub. The bouncer rolled his eyes and gestured for him to put Parker down, but nonetheless the two were let in after their (fake to protect their identities) IDs were checked. Some bass-heavy song was blasting and strobe lights were everywhere, and there were people dancing without abandon everywhere. Parker immediately pulled her fiancé to the dance floor.

“No waltzing for us tonight!” She blew him a kiss and started to do the sprinkler. Parker busted out move after move, and Liam smiled and matched her until the two were moving in tandem to the music. Parker had, of course, seen Liam dance at a Beaumont Bash; however, she had never seen him dance so freely, as if he had never known the pressures of court life and being king. As the bass dropped, Liam pulled Parker in until their pelvises were flushed against each other and swaying side to side, their faces mere inches apart.

“But we can still be as close as when we waltz,” Liam’s voice ghosted in her ear only for her to hear, and it sent a shiver of longing up her spine. It suddenly felt as if they were the only two in the world. Parker unashamedly pulled him in for a fiery kiss, their tongues and their bodies continuing to move in sync.

The two lovers danced well into the night and into the early morning hours. Parker couldn’t remember how, but eventually they ended up on a small trolley boat with espressos in their hands and a blanket draped over their legs.

“Is the fact that we’re on this boat alone also a perk of you being king?”

Liam took a small sip and looked around the empty boat, the sky that gradient of light blue to pink to orange characteristic before sunrise. His hair glowed in the soft light like the sun, contrasting the light brown to deep auburn gradient of hers. “Actually, no. This part of the night wasn’t planned.”

Parker rested her head on his shoulder. “Oh really? I’m surprised.”

“Things always seem to work out well for us, huh?”

“They definitely do.” Parker nuzzled her face into his neck and brushed her lips gently over his cheek. “Thank you for tonight. I have to admit I kind of missed being able to do normal people things like this, and it’s even better with you. You’ve given me so much. I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

“Anything for you, my love. And I’m the lucky one here. You just…” Liam paused and looked her in the eyes intensely, and Parker couldn’t look away. “You make me this way. You make me feel like I can be spontaneous and adventurous, like I can just be a person around you.”

Parker felt her heart burst with love and affection towards him, and she closed the space between them once more. She rested her forehead against his. “I love you, Liam. You’re the kindest, most selfless man I’ve ever met. After all this PR is done, I can’t wait to finally be your wife.”

“Darling, I couldn’t love you more, even if I tried.” Liam intertwined their fingers, smiling softly at the glint of her engagement ring, a symbol of their promises to be together no matter what happened in life. He kissed her hand carefully and softly.

As the sun began to rise and the small boat floated serenely to shore for the two royals to sneak back in for their duties, Parker remained cuddled up to Liam. She couldn’t believe how lucky she was; not because she suddenly went from a broke waitress to royalty, but because she had Liam, the true Liam and not the image that he put out for his duties. And that was more than enough for her.

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Genre: Fluff(?) (some more explicit stuff is mentioned though) Words: 4.516 (I’m sorry this somehow got really out of hand) Prompts: I think I’ve fallen for you, I can’t take my eyes off of you, My heart feels like it’s about to explode For @herlastdancewithhim (I don’t know why it won’t let me tag you...) A/N: I don’t know why this took me so long, I’m really sorry, it’s also not really fluffy but it’s all I could come up with all those lines. I tried really hard to keep it somewhat PG, but if someone wants an extended version, hit me up. Also bonus points to everyone who can spot all the members I’ve hidden not so subtle and who can name the era. Aaaand special thanks to @jookyunhoevercoupshoe for helping me with this one ❤

The air of the club was filled with smoke and sweat and the bass resonated heavy inside your bones but what really took your breath away was the stranger you had been dancing with for the last couple of songs. His bright orange hair had caught your eye in the crowd of people and when you had gotten closer to him, you liked what you saw. He was moving effortlessly to the heavy beat, wearing a plain black tank top which showed off his toned arms nicely and leather pants which seemed to fit around his broad thighs like a second skin. And he wasn’t shy either. When you had shamelessly rolled your body along his to get his attention - because the alcohol buzzing in your veins had whispered to you that it would be a very good idea - he didn’t hesitate to put his strong hands on your hips so you could sway to the beat in union.

It didn’t take long until the atmosphere between you two became more heated. It just needed one particular hard thrust of your hips and you could feel him growl low in his chest before he gripped your hips harder and ground himself against the curve of your ass. His tight pants didn’t really hide anything, making a moan escape your lips while you rested your head on his muscular chest. “You are so hot, babe,” he growled in your ear, letting his teeth graze over your pulse point. Your breath hitched when you could feel him grow against your ass. “You want to take this somewhere else?” You asked, turning around in his hold and pressing your body flush with his.

Instead of answering, the handsome man captured your lips with his plush ones in a heated kiss, letting his actions speak for him. When his teeth softly sank into your bottom lip, you went pliant in his hold, locking your arms around his neck for support and opening your lips to beckon his tongue inside. His tongue moved along yours eagerly, exploring your mouth. Breaking the kiss, he whispered: “Hold on tight, princess,” before grabbing your ass tightly and hoisting you up. Squealing you wrapped your legs around him, now feeling how aroused he really was.

Not caring about what anyone in the crowded club might think of you, he walked the two of you more to the back of the club where he rested your back against a wall in a dark corner before he connected your lips again and ground himself up against your clothed core. Breaking away from him, a moan left your swollen lips. The stranger wasted no time and attacked your neck with gentle nips and open mouthed kisses. “Shit, you can leave marks, it’s okay, babe,” you breathlessly told him, circling your hips in his hold. Cursing and pressing himself tighter against you, he gritted out “Jooheon, my name is Jooheon.” before biting down hard on the sensitive spot right above your pulse point, sucking on the tender flesh.

His name left your lips in a moan, drawing out the second syllable in a plea for more. “Fuck, you sound so pretty moaning my name.” “Then make me moan it until I’m hoarse,” you demanded with another roll of your hips. An arrangement of curses left his lips before he answered. “My roommate is out tonight and my place is not too far from here.” “Then what are you waiting for?” You asked him, gripping the short hair on the back of his neck tightly and kissing his bobbing Adam’s apple. Almost gentle he released his grip on your ass and lowered you back to the ground only to back you up into the wall again, shoving his knee between your legs, making your mouth fall open in a silent moan. He grinned almost animalistic and his hands found your hips again, grinding your clothed core against his muscular thigh. You could already feel the pleasure building inside you just from rubbing yourself against him. “Does that feel good, princess?” Jooheon breathed against the bruise that he had made on your skin. You could just whimper in response, throwing your head back, quickening the pace on his thigh. “Fuck, you look so gorgeous riding my thigh like that. Just imagine what I could do to you once I have you naked in my bed.” You had to use all of your remaining willpower to stop yourself from grinding down on his thigh to chase your high like this. “Then take me there.”

Waking up to the morning sun tickling your face, you carefully got out of Jooheon’s bed, gathering your clothes. You really hoped his roommate wasn’t up yet, you weren’t ready for a walk of shame this early in the morning. Looking back at your lover from last night, you felt somewhat fond of him. His features were relaxed and he was clutching tightly onto his blanket.

You quickly opened some of his drawers before pulling out paper and a pen and scribbling down your phone number and your name. Maybe he would call you, so he could fulfil his promise of making you scream his name.

>>----------------------------------- several months later -----------------------------------<<

Looking yourself up and down in your full length mirror, you were pleased with what you saw. Even though it was your turn to be the designated driver for tonight and you wouldn’t drink nor leave your friends for some hook-up, you still had dolled up: You were wearing your favourite pair of distressed denim jeans and a black top that left most of your back uncovered. One of your roommates had done your make-up as well. It wasn’t much but it accentuated your features nicely.

“Is everyone ready?” You shouted into your shared apartment while slipping on a pair of comfortable black sneakers. After several agreeing shouts, your three roommates emerged from their rooms as well, all dressed very sexy and wearing heels to make up for their short height.

“So where is this party again?” You asked when everyone made their way downstairs to get to the car. “It’s just a short drive downtown,” one of your friends gave you her phone where she had already typed the address into Google Maps. “I really hope the hot dudes from last time will be there as well,” your best friend sighed, throwing her long blonde hair over her exposed shoulders. The last time you four had been to one of those house-parties two weeks ago, a group of really attractive men had been attending as well. Two of them had even danced with some of you but it hadn’t led to anything more even though your friends had apparently slipped them their phone numbers. “You think you can score this time?” You teased while starting the car. “If none of them reacts to me in this dress, they are not interested in girls, I swear to god,” the blonde laughed confidently. “Yeah, your boobs are about to fall out,” another roommate pointed out. “So is your ass,” she retoured and stuck her tongue out.

Your friends bickered like that for the whole drive to the venue which turned out to be a really expensive looking apartment building. “You sure this is the place?” You asked after you had safely parked the car. “It’s the address my friend send me.” Looking up the building you could see colourful LED lights on one of the balconies and if you were quiet you could faintly hear some music.

“Seems to be the place,” one of the girls concluded and pulled you with her to the entrance of the building where a security guard was seated in the lobby, who - by the way he looked at you - already knew you were here for the party upstairs. Before telling you the level you had to go to, he asked you all to show your IDs so no one underage was attending the party. But you had the suspicion he just wanted to take a closer look at your friends in their very revealing clothes.

When you were all stuffed in the small elevator, you repeated the ground rules you had set up when partying: “So, if anyone doesn’t come back home with me, tell me. I won’t drive any hook-ups, so please take a cab then and please no one puke in the car.” Your friends nodded in union. The last time one of your friends had driven a hook-up home with you, it had been more than awkward, so you had decided to add that to your basic rules.

The doors of the elevator opened with a soft noise and you were standing in a big white living room. Exiting the elevator, your jaw dropped open. Not only was the apartment huge but every item in the room looked like it was more expensive than the whole furniture in your entire apartment. Loud EDM music was blasting through various speakers and the room was lit with several mood lights that were changing colour according to the beats of the song. “I feel weirdly out of place,” you confessed to your friends who were equally astonished as you were.

“Welcome ladies,” a deep voice welcomed you. It belonged to a man with ash grey hair who was wearing tight leather pants and a plain white shirt which he didn’t bother to button up all the way, exposing part of his chest. He had been at the last party as well but you couldn’t remember his name and you were pretty sure he was one of the ‘hot dudes’ your best friend had referred to in the car. “I’m Changkyun and this is basically my party, so please enjoy yourselves. If you have any suggestions for music you can tell them to my friend over there,” he pointed to a tall man with platinum blonde hair standing behind actual turntables, who seemed to be really immersed in setting up, hooking up his laptop to one of the devices on the table. “Drinks are in the kitchen which is just over there, feel free to help yourself,” Changkyun pointed his own cup in the direction. “But if you ask nicely I’ll even mix you something special,” he added with a wink and made his way over to another group of girls, swaying his hips to the beat as he went.

“Shit, he’s still hot,” one of you girls commented with a deep sigh which made you and the others burst out in laughter. “Maybe tonight is your lucky night,” you tried to cheer her up and pulled her with you to the kitchen area which seemed equally expensive.

Different bottles of alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverages were littered atop the marble countertops as well as a huge bowl of what seemed like a fruit-punch where a man with shiny dark brown hair wearing a dark choker was adding a deliberate amount of what seemed like rum. In this case deliberate was a whole bottle. After tasting it he seemed not quite satisfied yet and grabbed another bottle and emptied half of it as well. “I’m so getting wasted on that,” your best friend giggled and headed over to the man and leaned next to him on the counter, batting her eyelashes at him. You had to suppress a laugh when his eyes trailed down to her exposed cleavage before his brows set into a deep, disapproving scowl and his gaze was fixed back to her face.

Helping yourself to just coke (or Pepsi since that was all they had) your little group went back to the living room which had become much more packed with people in the meantime and sat down on one of the big white leather couches, enjoying your drinks and observing the crowd, definitely not low-key judging the other women’s clothing, make-up or hair choices. “I really don’t understand why you would wear that baby blue lace top with that weird shiny white skirt,” you said disapprovingly, pointing to a petite girl who was obvioulsy already drunk and tried really hard to get attention from the handsome DJ. “She doesn’t even have the ass for the skirt and her eyeliner is almost connected to her eyebrow,” a male voice jumped in on your conversation and a blonde man with a bright smile sat down next to you and handed over brightly coloured shots to all of you, which you politely declined. Shrugging he just drowned two, not even flinching while your friends were making all kinds of weird faces and tried to immediately wash the taste away with their drinks. “What on earth was that?” If it was possible, the man smiled even brighter, looking mischievous. “Just my special mixture for tonight: raspberry liquor, tequila and lemon juice.” “And why exactly would you mix those three together?” One of the girls asked after she had drowned her punch. “Goes straight to your head, I’ll see you on the dance floor in about ten minutes,” he winked and gathered the shot glasses before disappearing as fast as he had appeared.

He hadn’t been wrong, when the handsome DJ (who had gathered a crowd around him already) played a remix of Sandstorm all of your friends decided it was time to dance. Squished between them, you stared to lose yourself to the beat, swaying your body.

When your clothes started to stick to your body, you excused yourself outside to cool off. Sighing loudly when the cool air of the night hit your heated body, you sat down on a bench, catching your breath. You figured it was already close to midnight and the sky was pitch-black.

“You okay there?” Startled by the voice that ripped you out of your thoughts, you almost fell from the narrow bench if he hadn’t caught your arm to steady you. “Had a drink or two too many?” He asked with a tender voice when he let go of your arm and sat down next to you. “None actually, you just surprised me,” you replied, heart still racing. But when you looked up at him, it almost stopped beating. You would recognise that bright orange hair anywhere: Lee Jooheon.

You and him had hooked up a couple of times a few months ago. The first time both of you were drunk and made out in the back of a club which had led not only to you basically riding his thigh and dry humping him in said club but also to hushed sex in his apartment because he didn’t know when his roommate would be back. A week later he had drunk-texted you, telling you how none of the woman in the club were as hot as you and how badly he wanted to show you what he was actually capable of when he had the time to please you. Why you had agreed to see him that night was still a mystery to you because you had been completely sober and were supposed to just have a chill night in with your friends. It had been worth it though aside from the teasing you had to endure the next week from your friends because your thighs had been covered in hickeys when you had come back home later that night.

After that the hook-ups became somewhat frequent. Your friends had even started to call him your special friend with benefits. But you actually didn’t see him except when you hooked up. You also didn’t really know anything about him apart from his sexual preferences, so you wouldn’t really call him a friend. But it had been exciting. You could basically try anything with him and didn’t have to be ashamed because he couldn’t really judge you and even if he did you could just have ended it and would never see him again. Or that was what you had thought.

Because after a couple of weeks he was suddenly sitting in one of your classes, the bright hair very hard to miss even in the big auditorium. You had hoped that he would just not recognise you in the crowd but because faith hated you, he made friends with some people you studied with from time to time. They had asked whether you knew Jooheon because you were reacting so funny when he had joined your group in the library to study, but you firmly denied and ignored him the whole time he had tried to talk to you.

It might have been childish but you had stopped coming to that study group and chose another one. Also you had just sent him a simple ‘I’m not doing this anymore’ text before blocking his number so he couldn’t text you back. You didn’t really know what you were afraid of but the thought of dealing with him in your daily life when you had done some really explicit stuff with him in the bedroom was just too embarrassing for you.

And now he was sitting in front of you. Fate really did hate you. On top of that Jooheon looked breathtakingly good tonight, you had to admit that: He was wearing a simple black T-Shirt that was nicely fitted to his body. A silver chain was hanging from his neck and his legs were clad in tight black jeans. He had styled his hair upwards exposing his forehead.

You didn’t know what to say or how to react because you had basically ghosted him for the past months. Every time you had spotted his hair in any sort of crowd you had made sure to be surrounded by as many people as possible so he wouldn’t come to talk to you which had worked surprisingly well.

“You look really pretty today,” Jooheon broke the awkward silence and looked you up and down once. “I couldn’t take my eyes off of you when you were dancing earlier,” he added, voice barely more than a whisper, leaning closer to you.

Groaning, you pushed him away and buried your face in your hands. “Can we please not do this, Jooheon?” “Do what?” “I told you I can’t do this anymore, not when you are part of my daily life,” you tried to explain yourself, feeling the blush creeping up your face. “We don’t have to do anything. I just tried to be polite and made you a compliment,” he tried to play it down. “I’ve seen you naked, goddammit. You can’t just go around and talk to me like nothing ever happened”, you groaned again and got up, walking towards the railing of the balcony. You needed space. “So if you hadn’t seen me naked, it would be okay if I complimented you?” He asked from where he was still sitting on the bench, voice strained. “Just go back inside, Jooheon. What are you even doing here? It’s not even a college party.” “I’m friends with Changkyun,” he just stated calmly.

After a moment of silence, Jooheon walked up next to you and propped himself up against the railing next to you. “So what are you doing out here all alone, pretty?” He asked in a nonchalant tone. “My name is Jooheon, by the way.” You looked at him with an open mouth. What was he doing? “So you are not going to tell me your name? The more mysterious type, hm?” He continued. Was he pretending he didn’t know you so he could talk to you now? Perplexed you told him your name. “That’s a really pretty name. Are you a student?” He was really going through with this. And it didn’t seem like he just wanted to hook-up again. He sounded genuinely interested even though he knew damn well that you were a student. Narrowing your eyes at him, you just nodded. “Oh wow, me too. Strange that we would meet here at a party that’s not related to college. So what are you studying?” “I’m a journalism major,” you answered truthfully and actually interested in what Jooheon was studying that he was in a class with you. He didn’t really strike you as the type to take literature courses but you really didn’t know much about him. “How funny, we might share some classes. I’m in music production but I’m taking some classes to get better at writing lyrics,” he grinned at you, his sweet dimples showing. You had never really paid attention to them but somehow his bright smile made your heart flutter. “Well, what kind of music are you making?” You asked to keep the conversation going.

Just like that you both got immersed in talking not only about his studies and the music he was making but also talking about just life in general, your friends and a very heated discussion about which dumplings were the best ones. “I see, I can’t blame you for being entitled to your wrong opinion,” Jooheon started explaining when the discussion was heading nowhere, “So I might just have to take you out and proof that you are wrong.” You didn’t know how to react. Even though you had forgotten everything Jooheon and you had done prior to this evening and the conversation you had was more than enjoyable and you had laughed a lot, you still had done those things. Could you just go on a date with a guy that you had slept with multiple times?

But before you could answer, the door to the balcony was sliding open and a giggling couple was coming outside. Cursing under his breath Jooheon pulled you close to him, hiding you two from the couple behind a plant. Standing there, face basically pressed against his strong chest, your heart began beating furiously. Every complaint about his action got stuck in your throat not only due to the sudden proximity to him but because the couple was no longer giggling but making very lewd noises. You felt a blush creeping up your face. How did you always end up in these awkward situations?

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” Jooheon cursed and looked around the plant you were hiding behind. Risking a peek through the leaves you also looked at the couple: A petite blonde girl was sitting on the lap of a really bulky man with black hair. His hands were currently coming down from her sides to grab a handful of her ass and grind her against his crotch which made both of them moan, breaking their kiss. Having seen enough you buried your head in Jooheon’s chest. “How do I bleach my eyes?” You groaned which made him chuckle silently but you could feel him vibrate beneath you. “That’s not even the worst I’ve seen Hyung do,” he confessed. “Well, make him stop. I don’t want to be in the same room when she sucks him off or something.” Suppressing another laugh Jooheon pulled out his phone and typed a quick message.

A few moments later the door to the balcony opened again and an angry shout disrupted the moans the couple was making. A tall man with brown hair, tan skin and a shirt which also was only buttoned halfway, exposing a smooth and well trained chest, had entered and began scolding the other man about behaving when he was in public and how he did not care what the other would do as long as it happened behind closed doors. Clearly embarrassed the girl untangled herself from the bulky man and hurried inside, rearranging her clothes and hair.

“Also where is Jooheon anyways that he saw you?” The tan man asked the other one whose skin seemed almost unhealthily white next to him. “Last time I saw him he was venting to Kyunnie about that girl he used to see.” “The one who broke his heart?” The rest of the conversation was getting lost while they shut the door behind them when they went inside.

Disbelieving what you just heard, you looked up at Jooheon. “Were they talking about me?” Sighing, he avoided your gaze and looked into the night instead. He looked so vulnerable, dark eyes reflecting the lights of the city like little stars. “I... I broke your heart?” “You weren’t supposed to hear that, you know?” “But I did,” you whispered and grabbed his hands. You couldn’t stand seeing him like this. He was supposed to smile and show you his beautiful dimples.

Sighing again he turned to look at your intertwined fingers. “You know... I... I think I’ve fallen for you back all those months. I really wanted to just get to know you more but you basically always fled right after. And then you just decided to block me and avoid me in classes. I’m not usually a person to just fuck around, you know? That first time was an accident. I’ve never done anything like that before. But I just wanted to keep seeing you, couldn’t get you out of my head. Still can’t...”

He lifted his gaze and looked directly into your eyes. His face was an open book and it read hurt all over it. You hadn’t even realized that you could have hurt him with your behaviour, having thought he was just one of those fuckboys. But of course he wasn’t. He had always been somewhat sweet and had put your pleasure over his. Had always invited you to stay over just a little longer and had held you close when you both were coming down from your highs, pressing little kisses and gentle touches to the skin he had abused minutes before where little red marks were forming.

“What can I do to make it up to you?” You asked silently, wanting to comfort him. Jooheon looked at you for a long time as if he was searching for the answer somewhere on your face, his thumbs slowly stroking the back of your hands. “Close your eyes, please,” he asked eventually.

Without thinking any further, you did as you were asked. Seconds later you could feel his soft, plush lips on yours in a chaste kiss. You had kissed him before but this was different. Almost pure. It made your stomach flutter and your insides turn. Humming softly, you let go of his hands and put them around his brought shoulders instead to pull him close and into another kiss. Sighing Jooheon rested his hands on your hips caressing the skin where your shirt had ridden up.

When you broke the kiss, Jooheon leaned his forehead against yours and smiled brightly and you couldn’t stop yourself from breathlessly giggling. “My heart feels like it’s about to explode,” he confessed, pressing a quick kiss to the tip of your nose. “How did I not notice how soft you actually are?” You grinned and poked one of his dimples. “Excuse me, but I’m obviously super badass,” he deadpanned but couldn’t hold the expression for very long, chuckling softly. “Of course, I’m very sorry,” you replied, kissing both his dimples. “So, have you thought about the dumpling-date?”

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