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ma1dita · 11 months ago

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heavy hitter

part one can be found here!

this was a request, find it here!

words: 3.5k (yall im so sorry)

summary: james potter x beater!reader James might’ve won the game, but he needs to let people know he has the girl too.

warnings: smut. minors DNI. afab!reader, p in v, pwp, unprotected sex (wrap b4 u tap) locker room sex, creampie, oral (m!receiving) reader is a brat… this is nasty don’t look at me (jesus tagging this is crazy)

a/n: …. what plot? i wanted to write angst again but got bored so… *jazz hands* erm…. this is my first smut fic, i’ll go crawl in a hole now

(posted 12/19/23 not edited will return)

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Hitting the shower was James’ chance of washing his anger away before seeing you again tonight. He always gave quidditch his 110% percent, but something animalistic rose out of him when he saw you get manhandled by Wilkins, his team keeper. And regardless of the Gryffindor win, he was planning to chew off his ear later, whether it be with extra laps at the next practice or a good ol’ fashioned wallop to the head. But this anger wasn’t due to a foul play, not even because you got hurt (your arm was clearly fine since you used it to swing your bat at Wilkins’ head after). What got James mad was the fact you ripped your jersey.

No, actually, it was definitely because of what happened after that.

He’s not the type of boyfriend to decline you showing a little extra skin, but any fantasy that entered his mind was quickly cleared away when he saw you re-emerge from the locker rooms wearing your teammate’s jersey. McGonagall said it would be the only way to let you play the rest of the game since there’s no magic allowed on the field, but ever the rulebreaker, James thought that was absolute bullshit.

He rinses the shampoo out of his mop of curls as he thinks about that tosser whose name he can’t even remember. The guy was way too eager to give you his jersey, flirting with you at practices and just not taking a hint. Everyone knew you’d been dating him for a while now, and of course, James knows you can handle yourself, but there are just some things he can’t let slide. Namely, assholes that can’t take a hint. Also, he was a benchwarmer at most. Cocky motherfucker.

Watching you fly around with some other guy’s last name on your back did terrible things to James’ ego. The blur of suds pool at his feet, circling down the drain as he takes a deep breath. He’s got it bad for you, but luckily you like him enough to call him yours.

The Gryffindor locker room was empty by now with everyone too eager to celebrate their win. It was his last year as team captain and at Hogwarts in general, so he should be right up there drinking with all of them, but James really needed to let off some steam.

“Babe?” Your voice calls from the doorway, echoing against the empty walls. Condensation drips off the door handle as you take a peek to see the one shower going in the corner. What was taking him so long? You saw the rest of the team leave without him and they were trying to drag you to celebrate with them, but with your boyfriend still drowning himself in the stall….

“Over here love,” he calls out, hearing your sandals clomp against the wet tile as you turn the corner.

“You almost done? We have a party to get to, Jamie.”

The falling water makes it a bit hard to hear you, so he pops his head out from behind the curtain and squints at your frame. You giggle and pull his chin closer for a few quick kisses.

“Is that your jersey?”

His lips feel so soft against yours as you get distracted, slipping your tongue into his mouth instead of giving him a proper answer. Godric you’re good at that. James’ wet hand quickly pushes the curtain open grabbing at your ass and tucking you against his naked body, soaking the front of you in the process. A muffled yelp escapes you as your body adjusts to the temperature and the feeling of his semi-hard dick against your front.

“No, coach still has mine and I have to return this to Steven after.” You say calmly, smiling against his cheek as he sucks at your neck. He would’ve enjoyed getting lost in the scent of your still-damp hair, but your statement makes him stop as he bites at your pulse point. A whimper leaves your mouth.

“Why the fuck are you still wearing whatshisname’s jersey?”

James’s hands trail up your back to feel the embroidered letters against your back, and he swears his eye twitches. The incredulous look on his face makes you hold back your laughter.

“Steven. You know him! Don’t tell me this is a big deal for you, baby. You know I couldn’t magically fix mine during the game…”

Your hands trace down his slippery biceps as he unconsciously ruts against your belly, cock now at full attention from rubbing up against you. Your nipples are pebbled up under the material of the jersey, soaked from your less-than-innocent embrace, and he lifts a hand to brush over them, making you groan.

“Definitely not. I wouldn’t get jealous of a prick like him…” He scoffs, hands going back down to fist the fabric over your hips, “Not a big deal at all.”

“Mhmmm… I’ve got a way to make it up to you, even if it’s not a big deal.” You muse, fingers reaching to tease his swollen head as James exhales harshly.

“I’d hope this is a big deal for you, baby. Would want nothing more,” he breathes, pushing your back against the wall.

“You just want me to say your dick is big.”

The both of you laugh before he tugs the jersey over your head, ripping it in the process.

“James!”

He shrugs, burrowing his head into your breasts and lapping at your right bud. You moan, shoving your shorts down past your ankles before pulling his hair away from your chest.

“Mmmm…fuck, babe. I’m supposed to be congratulating you right now!”

Your hands push at his torso slightly as you fall to your knees, placing yourself onto your sandals. Gentle hands graze his thighs, as he feels your nose bump into his cock. The water hits James’ back perfectly, and the sensation of your hand pumping and sliding along his length makes him almost feral, shutting his eyes in pleasure.

“You played so well today baby… deserve a reward, don’t you think?”

Your tongue slips out from behind your lips to lick the underside of his length, holding yourself there as you look up at him to answer. Droplets cascade down his pecs as he breathes heavily at the feeling, precum leaking from his cockhead. James hisses as you tap him against your tongue.

“Fuck, baby. Need your mouth right now.” He can feel you grin against his girth before his cock disappears into your mouth, hot and warm, and his instinct is to grab your hair. Goosebumps rise on the parts of him untouched by the shower. Your throat rumbles with a groan as you let him work himself down into your throat, the resistance waning as your jaw slackens. Cheeks hollowing, your lips retract with a pop.

“Like that, Jamie?” you say, reaching around to massage his balls as your tongue continues to play with the long vein that runs along the surface of his cock. It’s hard to fit all of him in your mouth, fingers barely able to wrap around it, much less the rest of you. His hand massages the part where your mouth hinges open, squeezing your cheeks around him as he fucks into you with a bated sigh.

“You always take me so well, baby. You can handle more, that’s it,” he pants, biting his lip as you concentrate real hard on letting him use you, the corners of your eyes watering. His heart is racing now as his hips piston to the noises that come gurgling from your throat and he almost slips before his reflexes help him catch the back of your head before it bangs into the stall wall. A loud moan sputters from around his cock as your eyes roll back, and the lack of oxygen makes you press your fingernails into his quads harshly.

He pulls out from between your lips, cradling your chin as the both of you catch your breath, coughing a little.

“You okay? Mouth so good I lost my footing.” All you can do is laugh hoarsely as he grins boyishly before you realize he’s not wearing his glasses.

“Can you even see me? S’bit cold down here, Mr. MVP.”

He pulls you up, strong hands lifting you at your armpits until you stand in front of him, reaching over to grab his glasses from the shower shelf. You slide them on as water sprays onto them slightly as he shifts, blinking at you in clearer vision.

“There’s my boy,” you whisper, cupping his jaw and slotting your lips between his once more. You could kiss James forever, all muscles and hard exterior, but everything else, his lips down to his insides feel and go soft for you. He groans lowly and it rumbles between the both of you, before the slick motions against your core remind you of something else that’s really hard right now.

“All for you,” he sighs, hands gripping onto your hips with a force that you think they’ll bruise tomorrow, and you love having physical reminders of him wherever you go. Huh, maybe he is jealous. And if not, he’s possessive. It makes your cunt pulse harder just thinking about it, your arousal helping his head slide nicely against your bundle of nerves and the softness of your stomach.

“I’m yours, you know that right?” Not replying, he instead inhales the sweat from your neck, following it with a dip of his tongue up towards your ear.

“James.”

Your boyfriend scoffs lightly, a small smirk on his face as he pulls your chin up to meet him at eye level. You’re so gorgeous like this, just letting him do what he wants to you. Always so reassuring of his needs. His thumb rubs against your bottom lip before you open your mouth and swirl your tongue around clean skin.

“Just feels like I have to remind you sometimes, pretty girl. Can’t let everyone walk around thinking you’re not mine.”

“I wouldn’t mind a reminder. Some marks would be nice too,” you grin, biting at his lip while your hands stroke him slowly, your own knees buckling in excitement.

“Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Brat.” James hoists your legs over his hips, slamming your back into the wall as you squeak. Sandwiched between the warmth of his body and the cold of the shower wall, your eyes roll back as he eases his cock between your dripping folds, moans falling from your lips when he sinks into you, inch by inch.

His girth always has a way of stretching you open, and every time feels like the first as he taps at your thigh reminding you to take deep breaths. Fuck the party, you could stay here all night.

“Fill you up so nicely…we’re almost there, good girl.” His voice shakes, wanting to slam the rest of him straight into your cervix.

Your hands are gripping his shoulders until you finally feel him nudge the deepest parts of you, and you sigh when it all fits. Perfect.

“Always so big Jamie. Almost too much.” He kisses your cheek, hips starting to create a rhythm as he mutters into your ear.

“Not too much for my girl. Just perfect. Perfect pussy for this cock. All for you,” he grits, skin sliding and slapping as your thighs get pressed into your chest with the intense force he’s plunging into your guts.

“James, fuck….fuck you’re so deep! Feels so fucking good!” Filthy whimpers leave you and he loves the sound of your desperation when he’s inside of you like this. Too bad there’s no one else here to hear it. If Steven could only see you now.

“Such a good cunt for me to use. Only mine.”

He gasps for air as his feet slip against the tile once more, his heavy breathing fogging up his glasses, and his hold on you just as tight as your grip on his cock. Shit. His heart almost fell through his ass.

Your eyes open to see him struggling and a giggle escapes your mouth as you watch the stupid fucked out look on his face.

“How do people even fuck in the shower? This shit’s dangerous. Don't wanna maim the Gryffindor captain again.”

Your laughter sends jolts down to his throbbing shaft and he shakes his head with a smile, parting the curtain with one hand before carrying you still impaled on him towards the metal benches, placing you down softly.

“At least you finally admit it was your fault, baby. Could barely see straight for a week after.”

He wipes his glasses between his fingers before gazing at you lying across the bench, legs spread and ready for him. What a woman.

“And here I am hoping that when you’re done with me I won’t be able to walk for a week after,” you breathe, hands squeezing your tits as his pupils dilate further at the sight of you. What a fucking witch!

“Fucking hell, you know I love you, right?”

James positions himself over you, kissing your ankle as he sheathes himself back into your sex, resuming his brutal pace and hurtling you quickly towards your peak.

“Y-yes! Merlin, fuck I… looove you!” you wail, hips rolling to meet his and his balls strike your ass hard with each thrust. Your insides are being shifted around with him spearing your cervix like this and there’s nothing in this world that you could name that’s able to compare to how he makes you feel.

Your pussy contracts as he somehow nestles himself deeper, body trembling in this position as he throws your left leg over his shoulder, lips chasing your nipples trying to suck the life out of you, and perhaps that was his plan so you could forget anyone else but him.

“Don’t you dare fucking stop, James. Don’t you fucking DARE!” you beg, clawing your way down his back, making him nip at you in pleasure as you draw pinpricks of blood.

The tight pressure of release starts creeping at your core, making you squirm under him but he pins your waist down harder to the bench, the metal leaving prints against your flesh. His hands press harder on your stomach, silently encouraging you to cum and you can feel the imprint of his dick bulging from inside your stomach.

“Don’t struggle for me baby, just let it go. I know you wanna cum…. That’s it.” James praises in a shattered breath, watching you writhe underneath him as he holds you close. Your legs are shaking as your vision goes black for a moment, cunt gushing with release and squirt coats his pubic hair as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

You lay there, catching your breath as the stars clear from your vision, and you look up at him stroking himself to the sight of you coming undone.

“Sheesh, look at the mess you made. You okay?”

“More than okay, Jamie. Need you to finish the job,” you tease, toes grazing the skin of his hip and he slaps at your thigh with a smile.

“Insatiable minx. Turn around then, ass up f’me.”

You do as he says, getting on all fours and showing him the perfect round of your asscheeks, covered in milky residue from your recent orgasm, but you turn to look at him when he doesn’t come near.

“Babe?”

His locker clinks open as he pulls a fresh jersey out, walking back to you and guiding it over your head and arms as you smile, pecking his cheek. Your silly boy. There was no way you actually thought you hated him this time last year with how sweet he really is. His large hand grazes the embroidered patches now resting on your back, POTTER, in huge white letters, CAPTAIN, now resting at the base of your spine.

James’ eyes drift lower and he hums at the sight of you perched on the bench, dropping his face to your throbbing holes and taking a long swipe with the flat of his tongue as he savors your taste along with the sounds of your whining. From your swollen clit to the ring of your asshole he’s languishing in a flavor that’s so uniquely you, and he pulls back, smacking his lips.

“Scrumptious. How are you hotter with clothes on?” James grins, taking a playful bite of an asscheek before he slaps it lightly and stuffs you deep, without any further hesitation. Your sarcastic reply is lost in a moan that makes your toes curl.

He works you open onto his cock again, your back arching desperately to be as close as possible and his hand presses you down, sliding up your spine until his fingers curl around strands of your hair. Tits swinging until they’re crushed against the bench, your face is smooshed as you mumble pathetically in his grasp.

“What was that baby? Can’t hear you well…” He spits at you, and if anyone could see this they’d know he was enjoying the sight of you at his mercy. He grinds his shaft against your walls, ramming against your g-spot and you drool like a mindless plaything, greedy for his attention.

“Right…right fucking there, ohmygod!” His cock pummels your cunt deliciously, hands spreading your cheeks wide and the stretch is so good, perfectly stroking the need in your belly.

“You’re so needy, pretty girl. You love it like this, huh? Good thing I fuck you so well, right?”

Merlin, this boy can pull orgasms out of you as well as he plays quidditch. He’s the only person in the world you’d gladly submit and be this pathetically cockdrunk for. Good thing he's yours.

“Yes…yes! So good Jamie. No one can fuck me like you….”

The white-hot sensation digs at your insides as his fingers fall to your clit, rubbing at you just the way you like as shockwaves shake every crevice of your being. He's breathing over your neck, hot air puffing and elevating your senses before they shut down completely.

“Yeah? Then come on my cock again right now. Show me you like it that much. Now.”

Your arms give out, falling completely forward as your body jerks in searing pleasure, pussy fluttering around his cock once more, so intensely. Your hands flail behind you until they find his, and he's pulling you up against his hard chest as he bounces you onto his length and chases his high.

“Give it to me, please, please… I can take it!” You’re screaming now, at the intersection between pain and pleasure but wanting to make sure you can milk him for his efforts. James’ thrusts stagger as he leans his head on your shoulder, biting you as he cums hard.

“I know you can, baby. All yours…” he chokes out.

Thick white ropes coat your insides, wrapping you tight around him like a present until the excess seeps out to the base of his cock. You kiss his temple as James starts to regulate his breathing.

“Fuck. Fuck….” you drag out, the two of you more winded than you were playing the damn game.

“I still have to return Steven’s jersey,” you mumble, and James can’t do anything but smirk at the thought of the clueless boy standing outside your House's locker room while he fucked you senseless a few doors over. What a shame.

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The two of you walk hand in hand into the Gryffindor common room to a crowd of students cheering for James. The party is well underway and many hands clap his now injured back, to which his grimaces make you bite back a laugh. Speaking of bites….

Sirius walks up to you with two cups of punch, wide grey eyes zeroed in on you wearing James’s jersey and the glaring red marks of your boyfriend’s teeth on your neck.

“Merlin. I thought you two would take time to celebrate on your own but did you fucking attack her?”

You both take the cups out of his hands, searing blushes on your faces and leave Sirius to his own imagination before James whispers in your ear that he’ll be gone for a moment.

“Okay, but hurry back, baby.”

A peck on the lips sends him on his way to walk straight towards that wanker–er, Steven with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Potter! Have you seen–” the dumb boy says eagerly, before James cuts in, “Yeah, my girlfriend couldn’t meet you earlier, sorry mate.”

His hand digs into the undetectable extension charm in his knapsack, pulling out a soggy, ripped jersey.

“We were kind of busy, but you know how to fix that don’t you? You’ll need it to keep you warm on the bench for the rest of the season after all.”

It plops sadly onto the floor in front of the guy, and James looks at him, hazel eyes conveying what he knows he doesn’t have to remind him anymore.

“Thanks again! Appreciate you looking out for my girl.”

He walks away from Steven, who’s sputtering sad excuses and your eyes meet his as James finds you near the drinks table.

“What did you do?” You say with a lifted brow.

“Nothing, pretty girl. Just making known what’s mine.”

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"you are pressing against me

like i press flowers

against the pages in my book.

you are kissing my neck

and it feels like the start of forever.

i want to touch you until my palms burn."

-amirae garcia

taglist (OPEN): @jsjcue

#james potter x reader #james potter x reader smut #guys i really lost the plot w this one #made by ma1dita ♥︎#marauders x reader #marauders era

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eomayas · 1 year ago

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new thing (pt. 6) • pcy

pairing: chanyeol x f!reader, age gap, established relationship

synopsis: your break with chanyeol lasts longer than expected and you try to make something work.

genre: heavy angst, smut 18+ MINORS DNI!!! bit of fluff

warnings: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI!!! lots of angst and unspoken feelings, swearing, pwp (kinda) p in v, mentions of alcohol and drinking and being drunk

a/n: bruh yall inspired me to writeeee so here you go! i love reading all of your messages omg they’re so funny and sweet! i hope you like this 🩷 thanks for all of the support

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a ‘little while’ turns into 2 weeks. the school year begins within those 14 days, and you throw yourself into your courses, occupying your time with 1 credit classes so you don’t have time to think about anything other than graduating and your education. when you do have a moment to yourself and to think, you force yourself to think of everything but chanyeol. it’s hard, since nearly everything reminds you of him. you’ve thought about texting him but resisted, chickening out at the last second.

it’s a friday night and you have no set plans. seulgi is going out with her boyfriend, so you have the house to yourself and a movie queued up on your laptop. ideally, you’d have someone to spend this quiet friday night in with, but alas. you’ve been single before; you’ll survive a movie night alone.

looking through your cabinets, you sigh at the lack of snack options, and things you want to eat. it’s been awhile since you’ve been shopping, having gotten used to being around somebody who constantly cooked for you, or took you out to eat. it’s the little things about not being with chanyeol that you feel like you took for granted. in this case, it’s grocery shopping.

grabbing your keys and purse, you throw on a sweatshirt before heading out of your apartment and down to your car. you hop in and make the short drive down to the corner store.

a quick glance around the parking lot would’ve told you to stay in your car, but it slips your mind as you’re here for a snack run, not expecting to be here long.

you beeline for the chip aisle, grabbing a bag of chips for yourself and another bag for seulgi. you stay there for a second, scanning a few other options before feeling satisfied and going to the coolers. there, you grab an iced tea and a water before getting ready to close the door, but a voice makes you freeze and stiffen, the door stuck mid-swing in your palm.

“bro, stop fucking around,” you know that voice better than you know your own. you’ve dreamt about it constantly, wishing for it to call on you, to say sweet things to you, like it used to. but now, it’s not yours to even want in that way.

slamming the cooler door, you quickly spin on your heel, racing down the aisle, not paying attention to where you’re going, but knowing that you need to get out. but you slam into a hard body, nearly knocking you backwards. “holy shit!” the man says, quickly turning around and reaching out an arm to steady you. “are you okay?” he asks.

footsteps round the corner, curses flowing from the mouth that belongs to the one you want more than anything, more than these snacks in your arms. “what the fuck did you do now? sorry for my cousin, he’s an id-“ his voice cuts off when he gets closer, stopping a few feet behind jongin. you raise your head, your eyes zeroing in on chanyeol.

“it was my fault,” you mean to say it to jongin, to apologize for not paying attention, but you can’t rip your eyes away from chanyeol. but now you’re apologizing to, technically the wrong person, but they both deserve two different types of apologies. “i wasn’t thinking.” you say, wondering if he can read between the lines and take it as an apology for the end of your relationship.

“he’s an idiot,” chanyeol says, making jongin scoff. there’s that glimmer in his eyes, the one that doesn’t fail to make you smile every time, but now you hold it back. you almost forget jongins there, until he mutters that he’s going to leave you and chanyeol alone.

there’s an awkward silence before chanyeol takes a single step closer to you. “hey,” he says, offering you a small smile. your heart hammers wildly in your chest, feeling like it’s going to crack through your bones and beat right out of your chest. “how’ve you been?” he asks, his voice softer than usual.

“fine. and you?” it’s like making small talk with somebody in an elevator; it’s terrible. you want to scream and run out of here, but you’re rooted to the floor and don’t trust your legs. you wonder if he can see your trembling hands, or if the snacks in them are doing enough to obscure their shaking.

“i’m good!” he says, and he sounds like he means it. it breaks your heart again, because there’s been countless nights where you’ve lain awake with thoughts of him running through your mind. you’re not even to being ‘good’, barely surpassing being ‘fine’.

you mumble a ‘that’s good’, and he says he’s going to go find jongin. “it was nice seeing you, y/n,” and you could call to your knees in tears, because it’s the first time he’s said your name in 14 days and you miss how it sounds coming from him.

“you too,” you squeak. he glances down at your arms full of snacks and gives you a small smile. you’re about to return it until you glance down at his hands, and feel your blood run cold.

chanyeol follows your line of sight to his hands and tries to indiscreetly hide the box of condoms, but you’ve already seen them. he can feel his neck heating up and feels the need to explain himself, that no, he has no intentions of using them soon, but the words don’t find him. your throat burns and your eyes sting, but you manage to not any tears fall, or let your voice give way to what’s happening inside of you when you say, “i’m gonna go,” and speed walk away on shaky legs.

luckily for you, there’s nobody in line at the check. you throw your stuff down on the counter and glance over your shoulder to make sure you don’t see either chanyeol or jongin. you pay as quickly as you got in line, thank the cashier and grab your bag of stuff.

chanyeol and jongin are walking towards the checkout as you’re taking your stuff, and you practically sprint out with how fast you walk and the strides you take.

outside, your eyes come in direct contact with his black corvette and you scream internally, wondering how you missed it when it’s right there, practically in front of the doors and not too far from you own car.

you feel like some sick joke is being played on you, and you throw your stuff into the backseat before speeding out of the parking lot and down the road. you drive half a mile before your eyes start to well up with tears, and drive another 500 kilometers before turning on a random street and pulling over to bawl into your hands.

you allow yourself to let go, to let nasty, ugly sobs from feo within your chest escape. you shake against the steering wheel, wishing you never went out for food you have no appetite for anymore, so that you could avoid seeing him. by the looks of it, he’s truly no longer yours because the two of you rarely, if ever, used condoms. there’s somebody else who’s going to get to experience him in ways that you long for.

when you get back to your apartment, you forego your movie plans and instead text some friends and ask if they’re busy. they tell you they are, that they’re going out (like most people you know), and ask if you want to come. you don’t hesitate to say ‘yes’, and start getting ready. chanyeol isn’t going to ruin your night, and you’re not going to sit here and mope and be single.

nearly two hours later, you’re ready and your friends wait for you downstairs. you wear the littlest black dress you own, one that barely covers your ass and is backless. it’s cowl neck is low, showing a good amount of cleavage, and your heels are high. you don’t intend to go home with somebody, but you plan to get attention in whatever way it comes.

shortly after you get to the club, drinks are practically thrown your way. decent enough men buy you drinks, and in return get a bit of your conversation before you always dismiss yourself to your friends. every time a man comes up to you, you make a mental list of every way he is not chanyeol, comparing everything down to their finger nails. of course, no man is going to compare to him, at least for now, so you drink until you start to forget what he looks like with your eyes closed.

you do cut yourself off, though, not wanting to vomit all over everything and everybody in this club. you take a seat in your section and go on your phone, checking your instagram to see all the photos and videos you’ve been tagged in tonight. you repost all of them to you stories, smiling as you type out silly captions for all of them.

one of your friends comes over to you, drunk and slurring as she tells you to come dance. you abandon your phone and get into the circle with your friends, dancing sensually with whatever the DJ decides to play.

by the time you call it quits for the night, you’ve sobered up enough to make it safely into your apartment. you stumble down the hallway to your bedroom as quietly as you can walking in heels on wood floors, and fall onto your bed. you lie there for a moment before you remember to wake yourself up and at least take your shoes off so you can go to bed.

plugging your phone into the charger, you look at your screen and see you have an instagram dm from chanyeol. your stomach flips as you unlock your phone and click on the notification, biting your bottom lip.

he’s replied to a video on your story, one of you dancing. but you’re not dancing alone, you’re dancing on a man, his hands holding onto your hips and lower back as you throw your ass on him. you don’t remember doing this, and the man doesn’t look familiar but it definitely happened.

real_pcy: so this is what we’re doing now?

11:53pm

you: we’re not together.

1:31am

real_pcy: lmao alright.

1:35am

you wake up hours later with a raging headache, a terrible taste in your mouth, and the feeling that you did something bad. you pat the bed next to you to make sure there’s nobody there, and sigh in relief when it’s empty and just pillows.

you can barely remember anything that happened after you got in the uber to the club and before you got into your bed. you remember bits and pieces, but they’re muddled and incomplete.

a frown takes over your features as you try to remember, but nothing solid comes to mind. you glance over at your digital clock that reads 12:12pm, and sigh, sitting up and groaning when your head feels like somebody is stomping on it.

grabbing your phone, you gasp and let it slip out of your grasp. it’s a bad idea to scramble out of bed to get it, but you do anyway and pick it up from the floor. you frantically open it and go to your messages, expecting to see chanyeols name at the top, but you don’t. you frown again as you try to remember where you messaged him, or if you made it up.

an instagram notification pings on your phone like a lightbulb going off in your brain, and you bite the inside of your cheek as you check your dms. again, his account isn’t at the top, and your frown turns into a scowl. “what the fuck?” you mutter. you go to the search tab and type in his username. it pops up, but when you click on it, it says ‘follow’, rather than ‘following’ like it should.

your brain rolls around in your skull as you realize what’s happened, what he’s done. even during your little break, you guys remained mutuals on social media. of course, you never messaged each other, but no blocking transpired. clearly, he made the first move and removed you from his account entirely, making you an outsider.

you decide to do one better, and block him completely. you block him everywhere else, but hesitaste on his number. that’s different, feels more personal. you still want him to have access to you and vice versa, assuming he didn’t block you first.

backing out of his contact, you leave his number untouched and sigh. if you thought it was over before, it truly is now.

fourteen days turns into twenty-six, but you’re not counting. it’s been school, school, school, for you, and if you’re not on campus then you’re most likely asleep, unless it’s the weekend. you find things to occupy your two days off, like doing things with seulgi when she’s not with her boyfriend, or taking yourself out. you’ve been getting your hair done lately, wanting to change something in your control.

you drain the last of your coffee and rinse out the mug in the sink. an unfolded bag of laundry waits to be put away, on the couch, and you saunter over to it and pick it up and take it to your room.

you dump the bag onto your bed and start separating your clothes into piles. you get into a zone until you pick up a tshirt that is far too big and not yours, and purse your lips. you toss it into its own pile and search for the rest of the clothes in the pile that belong to him, which is a lot more than you care to admit.

folding everything neatly, you snap a picture and open your messages with him. your stomach roils at the thought of texting him, your last messages being nearly a month ago, from the night you ruined everything.

you chew on your bottom lip for a while before saying ‘fuck it’ and sending him the picture of his folded clothes and a message.

yn: hey these are yours. can i drop them off later?

chanyeol: yep. i can give you your things too. does 4 work?

yn: yes

chanyeol: see you later

you blow out a breath. you didn’t think he would respond so quickly and be so complying. had it been the other way around, you would’ve hoped he’d ship you your stuff in the mail so you didn’t have to deal with him. but now you have 6 hours to stress about seeing him since that fateful day at the drug store.

and those six hours roll around quickly, so quickly that you’ve changed your outfit twice, unsure of what you should look like when you see him. you decide on jeans and black cropped tshirt, and some sneakers. you figure it’s a regular enough outfit, and stuff his clothes into a tote bag before leaving your room.

“i’ll be back,” you say to seulgi, who sits on the couch, painting her nails. she looks up and waves, her eyes traveling to the full bag in your hands. “dropping off some stuff to chanyeol.” you clarify.

she raises an eyebrow. “you’re dropping off stuff?” she questions. you nod and her eyebrow manages to go up higher. “you sure that’s all?” she says, almost like she can see right through you, and the fact that you put on a matching set underneath your clothes—just in case.

“and i’m picking up my stuff,” you manage, swallowing the lump in your throat.

“do you plan to go inside?” she asks, and you hate this interrogation, but she’s seen you mope for nearly a month over him. you shrug and she sighs, going back to her nails. “just be… careful. i’ll call if i get worried, you know.”

you smile a small smile at her words. “i know. bye,” you leave after that and head down to you car. you take a deep breath before you put the key in the ignition, feeling many things at once. your stomach flips wildly and your hands are clammy at the mere thought of going to his house to see him.

you drive too fast for somebody who is supposedly just going to drop off items to their ex. you really shouldn’t be this… energized at seeing him, since you two didn’t exactly end on good terms. you told him to get out the first time and the second time you solidified that you’re both single. sometimes you wish you could bite your tongue more.

his neighborhood comes into view quickly, and when you hook the left onto his street your heart leaps into your throat. you drive slow down to his house and parallel park you car on the curb in front of his mailbox. this is one of the few times you’ve been here alone to see him, your toyota looking out of place in a neighborhood where the average car owned is a mercedes.

getting out, you grabs the bag of clothes and hold it tightly in your hands, taking ginger steps up his driveway to his door. you suck in a breath when you knock three times, and clutch the bag to your midsection.

the door swings open and you feel your knees buckle when you see chanyeol. mild shock passes on his face like he forgot you were coming over, and then he checks his watch. “hey, sorry i lost track of time,” he says, awkwardly standing in the door way. he looks at you, eyes quickly giving you a once over before they land on the bag in your hands. “shit, let me grab your stuff. do you want to come in?” he asks, already moving out of the way before you have the chance to respond.

your feet take you into his house before your brain can process what’s really happening. “i’ll be right back,” he says, jogging up his stairs while you stay in place in the corridor. you peek your head out to look in the living room to note any major changes and see one. you feel like there may be something different about his kitchen, but he’s already bounding back down the stairs when you think about looking. “here you go.” he says, extending the clothes to you.

you pull open the tote bag and try to grab his clothes, but the bag isn’t wide enough so they fall back in, most of them unfolding. chanyeol takes the bag from you and holds it open so you can grab them easily. it’s not even been 5 minutes, and you’re already embarrassing yourself.

“sorry,” you cringe when you hand him his unfolded clothes before you put your own in the bag.

chanyeol gives you a small, reassuring smile that makes your pulse skyrocket and you avert your eyes. “it’s fine,” he says but it only makes you flush more. “how are you? how’s school?” he asks.

“uh, fine and fine. i’m taking bullshit classes for the credit, so,” you say, shrugging. “you?”

chanyeol shrugs too, a small smile still on his face. “same old stuff; i’m helping kai produce some songs, getting sehun in the studio more now,” he says. you nod awkwardly look around, not really knowing what to say. chanyeol leans against the wall and slots his clothes underneath his armpit and presses it to his side so they don’t fall. “you seeing anybody?” he asks suddenly, making your eyes snap up to him, narrowing immediately.

“is that really any of your business?” you question, defense all in your voice. chanyeol shrugs, as it to say ‘i’m just asking’. “we’re not together.”

“obviously not,” he laughs, but he doesn’t find it funny. it actually makes him mildly sick to be reminded of it, for it to be said out loud by you of all people, because he had every intention of coming back to you until you seemingly called it quits for good. “but i saw that video.” chanyeol adds, his tone more serious.

“and i saw you buying condoms,” you counter, crossing your arms over your chest.

“okay, but you’ve never danced with me like that,” he says, a hint of jealousy in his voice that you are definitely not imagining. you scoff at his words and shake your head.

“we’ve never gone out together, and the one time we happened to be out at the same time, we’d just met and then fucked in your car.”

chanyeol gives you a look that makes your face fall, one that makes you want to ball your hands into fists. he rubs underneath his lip and glances down at his feet. “what?” you ask, daring him to say what’s on his mind.

“nothing,” he says, brushing you off. you stare at him for a moment, waiting for him to look at you but he doesn’t.

“i’m not like that,” you say, frowning.

“i know,” he lifts his eyes to you and your draw your bottom lip in. it’s gets silent again, and you wonder if this is a good moment for you to make your escape, but you don’t really want to.

“are you seeing anybody?”

“no,” his response sounds honest, but you don’t completely believe it because of what you saw.

“i saw you buying condoms, chanyeol,” you say, pressing your lips together. he rolls his eyes and runs a hand through his hair.

“yeah, because i plan to practice safe sex in the future, y/n—whether that’s with you, or with somebody else,” your cheeks flush at his words and a knot forms in your stomach. you don’t know whether to be semi flattered, or gutted knowing that there will be others after you, like there were before you.

“well, we’re not having sex,” you declare, and chanyeol shrugs.

“that’s fine.”

it’s fine, but somehow you end up face-down-ass-up on his bed, his palm pressing on your tailbone to give you a deeper arch as he pounds into you. with every thrust into you, a desperate mewl leaves your mouth.

chanyeol has a right grip on your hips to keep you in place every time you try to run away from him. he yanks you back and tells you to stay with him, to take it because he knows you can, and you’re not used to me anymore? you only cry out his name in response, tears prickling in your eyes.

“fuck,” he spits when his shirt keeps getting in the way of seeing where you to connect, whenever he pushes into to you. his momentum barely falters as he puts the hem in between his teeth to keep the material out of the way. both of you aren’t even fully undressed, that’s how rushed it was; you’re still in your top and thong, the tiny material being pushed aside so he can enter you, and him his tshirt. it’s the first time—other than the night you met—that neither of you are fully bare, and you can’t tell if that’s a sign that he doesn’t deem you worthy of getting undressed, or if it’s a sign that you’re about to start over.

it’s also one of the few times he’s started with doggy first. chanyeol alwyas liked to look at you; always liked you on top of him or under him, but he liked to see your face the most. you don’t know if it’s a slight that he has you turned away from him, or if he just wanted to watch your ass move.

“ch-chanyeol—fuck!” tears stream down your cheeks and you grip the sheets tightly, trying to pull your body away from him but he yanks you back in place. you cry out his name and hate how desperate you sound, like you’ve never been fucked a day in your life. you bury your face into a pillow, but he rips that away from you too.

“wan’ hear you,” he mumbles, continuing to slam into you. you can only curse and clench around him in response, the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter as he goes on with his mission to touch your spleen (at least that’s what it feels like).

“g-gonna c-cum,” you hiccup, whining out his name when he snakes an arm around your front and starts flicking on your clit. the stimulation makes you clench your eyes shut and tense around him, gasping before crying out his name as you gush all over him.

you expect him to stop, but he fucks you through it, never stopping his ministrations on your clit. “please, yeol!” you beg, feeling your legs start to shake as another wave of deep pleasure comes over you.

“you can do it, baby,” he grunts, running a hand up your back before gently pressing down on your spine. the pet name makes you whine dramatically and release once again, white liquid running down your thighs.

he finally pulls out when you beg him again, feeling too hot and overstimulated. you crumple onto the bed and roll onto your back, trying to regain your breath. you hear chanyeol shift next to you and then he taps you on the knee. “you alright?” he asks.

“give me a minute,” you croak, licking your dry lips. your body feels like you’re running a fever, and you sit up to pull off your top before flopping back down.

chanyeol gives you a literal minute before tapping you again. “are you gonna be okay?”

“yes, i’m just so fucking hot right now,” you say, blowing air into your face.

“you wanna take a break?” he asks and you crack an eye open to look at him. his shirt is off and his dick is still hard in the condom. you take his comment as a challenge, being that he’s never asked if you’ve needed a break before. maybe he thinks you can’t handle it and have gone soft on him, but you’ll show him otherwise.

“no. come here,” you say with authority. he obliged and crawls on top of you. you pull him down to your mouth and make out with him, hooking a leg over his back. chanyeol kisses down your jaw and to your neck before kissing down through the valley of your breasts. he pulls back and looks down at you, pulling at your bra strap and letting it snap back against you.

“you’re matching,” he comments, glancing down at your underwear. busted.

“so?” you say, reaching for him.

“you said we weren’t having sex,” chanyeol points out, making you let out an exasperated sigh paired with an eye roll. “you wore a thong.”

“i always wear thongs.”

“and we always fuck.”

you roll your eyes again and sit up to take your bra off, tossing it close to his head on purpose. “just shut up and fuck me,” you say, pushing down your underwear. chanyeol pulls it down the rest of the way for you and wastes no more time positioning himself in between your legs.

“y/n,” he groans when he pushes in, tossing his head back. you mouth falls open and you let out s few breathless pants. “shit.” he grunts, looking down at you with furrowed eyebrows. you can only stare up at him with wide eyes, clenching right around him like he didn’t just fuck you so hard you felt like you needed an ice bath to recover.

chanyeol pulls in and out of you slowly, trying to hold back from coming too soon. you can see it in his face, the concentration, and it clicks for you. he can’t handle looking at you while he fucks you because he’ll finish too fast. your sex in the past was never quick, but the effort of restraint he’s putting in is something you haven’t seen.

“y-yeol,” you moan, putting a hand on the back of his neck and pulling him down for a kiss. but he just presses against your lips, his breath fanning your mouth. “faster.” you mumble, tangling a hand in his hair.

he whimpers and pushes himself up on his arms and speeds up just enough to keep himself under control, but you still want more. “more,” you urge, wanting to watch him fall apart because of you, even if you don’t get off before or with him.

“baby,” he groans, squeezing his eyes shut as he gives you what you ask for. your cry out his name and part your legs wider for him. you lift one onto his shoulder and hook it around the nape of his neck to pull him closer to you, a grunt leaving his lips. “y-y/n, im c-close,” he whimpers, holding onto your thigh that rests near his head.

“yeolie, you feel so good,” you manage, grabbing a handful of the sheets. his hips stutter and he lets out a groan before he cums, his muscles flexing.

you almost smile as he falls apart on top of you, especially knowing that it took looking at you to get there faster.

chanyeol pulls out of you and drops down onto the bed next to you. his chest heaves up and down rapidly and you push hair back from his forehead. “you didn’t come,” he mumbles, reaching out and putting a hand on your stomach.

“no,” you admit. ever the gentleman, he gets up and discards the condom before settling his face in between your legs to return the favor.

after what feels like an eternity, you two decide to give it a rest. “shower?” he asks you, sitting up on the bed. you nod, your inner thighs sticky from all of your shenanigans.

you follow chanyeol to the bathroom on shaky legs and latch yourself onto him once you’re under the water. your arms wrap around his middle and you rest your head against his chest, sighing into him. chanyeol places a kiss on your forehead and you nearly whimper, missing the domesticity of it all.

you two wash up and then he gives you some of his clothes to wear. you smile to yourself at him knowing that you weren’t going to leave so soon. he tells you he’s going to order takeout, since he doesn’t feel like cooking, and passes you his phone to choose what you want to eat.

it’s easy to fall into that old rhythm like no time has passed, and like you didn’t let this whole thing crumble right before you.

while you wait for the food, you ride him on the couch, and then after you eat he fucks you lazily on the counter. your body feels beat up and tired in the best way, and the familiar limp you start to walk with feels good again.

you wake up to the smell of food, your limbs sore as you stretch. the bed is empty next to you, and it takes you a moment to realize that this isn’t your bed or your house. the realization makes you bite your lip, and you slip out of his bed and make your way downstairs.

“good morning,” he greets when you walk into the kitchen, a smile on his face. you return it and he pulls you into him, placing a kiss on your lips that leaves you feeling dizzy and slightly confused, but you don’t say anything. instead, you accept the plate of food he hands you and go sit down at the table.

chanyeol sits down beside you and pulls your legs across his lap, and your fork stills in midair. it’s all overwhelmingly familiar, and you still have yet to discuss where your relationship stands after last night. it wasn’t just sex for you—it never is with chanyeol—and you don’t know if he feels the same way.

you let him talk through breakfast, your mind swimming with thoughts that wonder what this all means. you don’t know if he was just testing you out again, but you don’t think he’d allow you to sleep over, and then cook you breakfast in the morning. you feel lightheaded, like you just got flipped upside down one too many times.

“you alright? what’s on your mind?” his voice takes you out of your head where you feel yourself drowning. he raises his eyebrows at you and you wave your hands in the air vaguely.

“just… thinking,” you try.

“about?”

you let out a breath and scratch the back of your head, pulling your gaze away from him. “um, us,” you say. chanyeol sits back in his seat and clears his throat. “i dont… what does this mean for us? what are we?” you ask helplessy, finally looking at him. chanyeol opens his mouth but closes it almost as quickly.

“i dont know,” he answers. you slump in your chair because you have no idea either.

“well, what do you want?”

you can see the gears turning in his brain and him weighing each response. the tension builds in the room as you stare at him, waiting for his answer to see if it’ll align with yours. “well… i dont really know if i want a relationship right now,” your stomach drops and you blink once, twice. “i like what we did last night, though.” and without actually saying it, he wants you two to be friends with benefits. he wants you, but not all of the extra baggage.

“okay,” you say, discreetly wiping your face and swiping away the tears pooling in your eyes.

“yeah?” he asks, and you nod even though it’s far from what you want. you just want him, and you’ll take what you can get.

you hold back tears as he fucks you on his bed again, but not because it feels so good and like too much at the same time, but because he’s stomping on your heart and doesn’t even realize it. your heart can’t handle a FWBs situation with him since you’re already way into deep with him.

it becomes too much as you think about it, your mind not in the present moment of him thrusting into you. the tears start to fall, one by one, until you’re full on sobbing and covering your face. “w-what’s wrong? am i hurting you?”

“yes!” you cry, and he immediately gets off of you. you roll away from him and curl yourself into a ball, feeling disgusted with yourself that you were willing to let him use you in such a way, dangling your heart on a string in front of you.

“y/n, talk to me,” chanyeol says, putting a hand on your shoulder. you shrug him off like you did during your initial break up, and he feels like he’s getting deja vu again. “please, y/n. talk to me, tell me what’s wrong.” his voice is full of concern because he knows there’s something else that’s really upsetting you.

“i cant do it,” you know you’ll probably lose him for good, but you’re willing to take that risk if you can’t have him the way that you want. you want him next to you in the mornings and calling you in the middle of his day. you don’t want to be a late night though, a booty call, to him. “i just can’t do it.”

chanyeol knows that you’re talking about your little agreement. he knew you’d end up backing out at some point, because he himself can’t even take it that seriously. he knows he’ll just wind up with feelings for you again since they never left.

“that’s okay,” he says, and he means it. your heart is heavy as you sit up and look over at him. chanyeols heart breaks to pieces when he looks into your eyes, feeling guilty for what he’s done. if only he could just confess and be honest about his feelings this time.

your goodbye is quiet and awful, and you feel like digging a hole and putting yourself in it the entire time. you leave feeling empty and hollow, and like you just got ran over by an eighteen wheeler. but hey, at least it wasn’t your fault this time.

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myaheartsmarkie · 3 years ago

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synopsis: johnny has been a very loyal customer of yuta’s, he’s been supplying him with weed since the first time johnny smoked. yuta had never met his roommate though, every time he came over to smoke you were always else where. after one smoke session, yuta becomes more than just your roommate’s dealer...

warning(s): 18+ only!! pls, minors dni!! pwp, some fluff if u squint lol, small angst, smut smut smut!!, lots of teasing, so much dialogue, sexual tension!!, cursing, jealous yuta!, cross faded (weed + alcohol consumption) drug intoxication (just weed, none of that crazy shit lmao), unprotected sex (wrap it up ya nasties), fingering, oral (m + f receiving!), light breath play!, face fucking, thigh slapping (just a bit!!), pet names (princess, baby, etc..) drug dealer! stoner! dom! yuta, sub! stoner! fem! reader, bsf/roomie! johnny! ( mark, haechan, and lucas appear in tiny supporting roles!! ) lmk if i missed anything please & ty !!

note from mya: yall...so this is the longest one-shot i’ve ever written but i actually enjoyed writing it...but it did take a while. props to those of y’all that write these all the time bcus...whew! and ofc this isn’t revised bcus fuck that shit. this was written for this series btw! reblog, like, and feedback is greatly appreciated, enjoy!!

inspo: “dreams, fairy tales, fantasies” by asap ferg x brent faiyaz

“i’m never getting drunk again” johnny slurred, his fingers massaging his temples.

you giggled looking at the boy, fiddling with the spoon in your cereal.

“you say that every time you get a hangover john” you tell him, earning a glare from him.

“fuck you” he tells you, throwing a pillow your way.

“i love you too, bestie” you stick your tongue out at your best friend.

getting up to put your bowl in the sink. you hum to yourself while washing the bowl. sitting the bowl and spoon in the dish rack. you dry your hands and make your way back to the living room. picking up your backpack and keys you walk to the front door. johnny pouts, waving bye to you.

“why do you have to go to class so early?” he asks, pout evident in his voice.

“i ask myself that every morning” you laugh, slipping on your shoes.

“who’s gonna take care of me now?!” he dramatically falls backwards, letting out a loud sigh.

“there’s advil in my medicine cabinet, drink water and make sure you eat ok?” you remind the boy. he gives a thumbs up in response.

closing the door behind yourself you make your way to the parking garage.

—

you found an empty table in the cafeteria, sitting your belongings down. once settled you pull out your phone and open instagram. clicking through the stories absentmindedly. one particular story catches your attention. you make a face at the boys recent story. it’s a selfie of him and a few other boys you don’t know. you take notice of the many alcohol bottles and red cups scattered behind them. this was probably from last night’s ‘grand frat party’. thrown by none other than the one and only jung jaehyun. who just so happens to also be your douchebag of an ex. you tap the screen, skipping to the next story.

[ party this friday! @ the NCT Frat House! ]

the deadpan expression on your face said it all. with a roll of your eyes, you put your phone back in your pocket.

—

you sighed as you walked towards your apartment, taking a hit from your pink juul. all you wanted to do was get high and take a nap. that exam for Prof. Yeong’s class was a bitch. punching in the pass code to your door you walked in, announcing your arrival. after slipping your shoes off you count the pairs, seeing two extras. you look up and find two unfamiliar men sitting on the couch. your eyebrows crinkle in confusion. the awkward air was so thick you could cut it.

“oh yn, you’re home!” johnny smiled, a pack of woods in hand.

you point to the men on the couch and johnny answers your silent question.

“yn, this is lucas and yuta. guys, this is yn” the two nod.

lucas wore a white shirt and black jeans. his muscles were quite evident. yuta was dressed in a gray sweatsuit, a wax pen in his left hand. you took notice of the many piercings and pieces of jewelry he wore. lucas wore a grin overlooking your appearance. suddenly you felt like your skirt was too short under his gaze.

yuta on the other hand didn’t change his face one bit. he barely made eye contact and when he did it was only for a second. you found it weird but brushed it off. saying bye you start making your way to your room.

“oh, we were about to roll up right now..if you wanna take some hits” johnny calls out to you.

you ponder on it, and nod your head.

“just lemme go change” you give your roommate a small smile before turning around.

after he heard your room door shut, Lucas turned to johnny.

“dude, why didn’t you ever tell us your roommate was so fine” lucas whisper shouted, not wanting you to overhear. johnny just laughs with a shake of his head.

“she had a boyfriend when we moved in together, they barely broke up like 4 months ago” your roommate replies. “so what i'm hearing..is she's on the market” lucas says slyly.

“you’re such a dog” yuta comments, taking a hit of his waxpen.

lucas fakes a pout nudging yuta’s shoulder with his own.

“your words scar me deeply, buddy” lucas says, cuddling into yuta’s side. yuta pulls an annoyed face and pushes the bigger man away from him.

“fuck off lucas” lucas laughs loudly, giving yuta his personal space back.

you walk back out of your room. now dressed in some sweats and one of johnny's hoodies you claimed as your own. you sit on the other side of johnny. he smiles at the oversized hoodie of his and continues working on the blunt.

“who brought it?” you ask, wondering what kind of weed it is.

johnny nods towards to yuta. your eyes follow.

“you did?” you point at the boy, he looks at you and nods.

“yn’s a picky little shit about what she smokes” johnny says aloud.

yuta nods in understanding, while lucas laughs at this.

“when you're that pretty, you deserve to be picky” he says, looking at you intently.

you purse your lips at his statement. not knowing what to say. instead you blush slightly and move your eyes back to johnny.

“she prefers sativa over everything else” johnny tells yuta.

“there’s no way, have you not smoked any of my shit?” the slim boy asks you.

you shake your head no.

“johnny’s selfish” you pout, leaning your head on his shoulder.

the statement earns a laugh from johnny and yuta.

“well today’s gonna change your life” yuta says cockily.

“im gonna hold you to that!” you tell him, pointing your index finger in his direction.

biting back the urge to smile at your cuteness he laughs with a nod and turns his attention elsewhere.

a few moments later johnny announces he’s finished and excitement runs through your veins.

“you want first hit?” johnny asks you, you nod excitedly.

with a ruffle of your hair he passed you the blunt and a lighter. bringing the blunt in between your lips you spark it. inhaling a few puffs your eyes go wide. swallowing the smoke you blow it out with a smile.

“holy fuck” you say, looking at yuta.

he shrugs his shoulders with an expression that says ‘i told you so’.

“this is some good shit” you compliment his stash.

bringing the blunt to your lips again you take another hit, savoring the feeling of the smoke hitting the back of your throat. passing it to yuta, you smile at him. he lets out a small laugh at your actions. sitting back into the couch he takes a few hits himself.

“you like it, huh?” johnny asks you, and you look at him with a wide smile. he laughs ruffling your hair again. you pout and push his hand away.

“stop it, im not a kid” you tell johnny, to which he only smiles at.

letting your hair down from the hair tie you run your hands through it. putting the hair tie in your mouth you attempt to fix what johnny ruined. yuta’s eyes follow your movement with heavy eyes. pulling your hair back, you twist it and put it back in a ponytail. yuta feels a rush of excitement flow through him.

“here” johnny tells you absentmindedly. you grab the blunt from his hand.

“lucas, when’s the next frat party?” johnny asks.

“tomorrow actually, you guys coming? ” johnny looks over at you.

you blew out the smoke and sucked it right back in just to push it out through your nose. you smile at yourself, not even realizing all the eyes on you. once you do, you start to giggle.

“what are you guys looking at?” you laugh, leaning towards johnny.

“we’ve been smoking together since we graduated high school and she’s still a lightweight,” johnny shakes his head.

“not funny, suh” you glare at your bestie.

“I'm sorry, but it’s true. look at you right now” he retorts.

“yeah yeah, whatever” you stick your tongue out at him, continuing to get higher.

after a few more hits you pass it to yuta. when he grabs it, his fingers purposely brush over your own. you tilt your head at the action. eyes following his movements as he brings the blunt up to his lips and connects his eyes with yours. you look at each other for a while before yuta motions towards the lighter in your hand. paying no mind to his open hand, you move closer and spark the blunt for him yourself. he smirks and sinks back into the couch.

“gross” johnny says, standing up.

“lucas come help me get some snacks and drinks.” the taller boy nods and follows suite.

meanwhile, you soak up yuta’s looks. his long black hair messy from his hand running through it so many times. his now sunken in red eyes, the silver eyebrow piercing glistening prettily in the light. you tilt your head, eyes moving lower. his perfect nose, pretty lips and sharp jawline. this boy was fine as hell. the question that kept running through your mind was why have you never met him? even though you are a ‘keep to myself’ typa person you haven’t even seen him around campus. thoughts overflowing your brain you didn’t even realize that you were still staring and he was talking to you.

“yn? hello?” yuta says, waving his hand in front of your face.

you blink twice, now sitting up straight.

“yeah? sorry, i was daydreaming” you sheepishly admit.

the boy laughs, passing the blunt back to you. to which you happily accept, needing a reason not to talk anymore.

“all good, were you daydreaming about me?” he asks boldly, staring right at you.

when you look back at him your nerves go crazy.

“hm? what? of course not!” you defend yourself.

yuta laughs and scoots closer to where you’re seated on the floor.

“you’re cute when you’re flustered” he taunts you, patting your head like a child.

you blink, not fully registering what’s happening right now. up close he’s way prettier. his cologne fills your nose, and his gold chain comes into view. you take another hit of the blunt not knowing how to reply. when your lips part to blow the smoke out he grabs your face. looking at him with wide eyes, crinkling your eyebrows in confusion.

“shotgun me” he says in a low dominant tone.

you don’t know why, but you listen. sitting up on your knees you tilt your head. lips only mere centimeters from each other. you blow the smoke into his mouth and he sucks it in, eyes never leaving yours. the overwhelming feeling of being this close to someone this attractive has you going weak in the knees. grabbing onto his thighs for support you let out a small sigh, looking down to the ground. you hear a low chuckle come from his mouth. looking back up, his face is now closer than before. he takes in your features, tugging his bottom lip with his teeth.

“can i kiss you?” he asks, staring at your lips.

you struggle to find words, your throat is all dried up. so instead of using your words you showed him. crashing your lips onto his, you could taste the smoke on his lips. moaning into his mouth at the taste. his hands crawled up your body. starting at your hips, they made their way up your back and under your shirt. you snapped back to reality when the coldness of his rings touched you. pulling back you catch your breath, taking his hands into your own.

“we can’t do this here,” you whispered, still a bit out of breath.

“and you’re my roommates dealer!! i can’t be with you” you quietly shouted, not wanting the two in the kitchen to overhear.

“who gives a shit, yn” yuta said, almost like it was common sense. he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“i want you, you want me” he stated, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

“so who’s to say we can’t have what we want? we’re fucking grown” the seriousness was evident in his voice.

“we just met, i don’t want you. i-it’s just the weed” you said sternly, pushing his hands away. turning away from the boy with a huff, crossing your arms over your chest. he chuckles at your childish antics. pinching your cheek, cooing at your cuteness.

“sure doll, whatever you say.” he taunts you with his words.

“you know if you were sober you’d still want this” turning your face to his with a finger under your chin.

you stare back at him, not letting his gaze intimidate you. with a small smile you got closer to his face. close enough that you could feel his breath fanning over your features, but far enough to not be touching him.

“oh, are you tryna show me you're a big girl right now?” he teased, adjusting himself in his seat.

a playful smirk shown on his face, obviously enjoying this little game.

“it’s just my high that’s making you fine” you tell him, earning a laugh.

“you think i’m fine?” he asked, giving you a look. rolling your eyes, you turn away from him again. finding your seat again you sat cross-legged.

johnny and lucas make their way out of the kitchen and back to their respective seats. Johnny hands you your drink and mimics your seated position. your head naturally falls back to his shoulder.

“awe man, fuck you two! they smoked the rest” lucas whines. you laugh at the annoyed look on his face. you were slowly coming down from your high as your eyes fluttered shut, sleep overcoming your senses.

—

you could barely keep your eyes open in this damn class, wanting so badly to take a hit of your pen in your pocket. today was a lazy day for you, dressed in a comfortable velour sweatsuit and your favorite pair of sneakers. you didn’t bother to do anything special to your hair either. it was out of your face, held back by a pretty pink butterfly clip. you didn’t understand why statistics was a mandatory class and you were a photography major. make it make sense. just as you were about to excuse yourself from your seat and go home, a familiar figure saunters into the big classroom. his silky black hair bouncing with every step. he scans the room as if he’s looking for someone. once his eyes connect with yours a playful grin spreads across his face. making his way up to where you were sitting, he invites himself to the unoccupied one next to you.

“come here often?” he asks you, his pretty smile coming into view.

you let out a quiet chuckle, shaking your head.

“what are you doing here?” you ask him, never having seen him here before.

“im in class what does it look like im doing” he tells you, sarcasm dripping from every word.

“it’s the second semester and i’ve never seen you here once” you eyed him suspiciously.

“just enjoy and appreciate my presence, doll” he throws a wink your way, sliding down in his seat. moving his arm to rest on the back of your chair. his fingers dance on your shoulder, rubbing at the material of your jacket. you pick up your pen, scribbling down whatever information seemed resourceful. paying no mind to the many eyes that were on you, eyeing the chemistry between you and the infamous man seated next to you. casually his fingers grow greedier, moving from your shoulder to your arm and eventually further down. his hand now rests on your hip, toying with the waistband of your sweatpants. you look at him, your eyes telling him don’t get any ideas. he feigns innocence, looking at you as if he’s not mere inches away from your heat. sliding his hand down your thigh and back up his fingers briefly touch your heat. you throw a glare his way, grabbing his hand in yours.

“stop it, i’m trying to focus.” you quietly shout at the man. he only laughs at you, cooing about how cute he thinks you are.

“im serious, yuta! can you please just behave” you ask him with pleading eyes. you didn’t want any attention on you. you hated it. you hated when people look at you for too long, when their eyes judge you, or when you cause a scene and everybody's watching your every move.

something clicks in yuta when you tell him to behave though. something he didn’t like. he didn’t want you telling him to behave. fuck that shit. he tells you to behave. he tells you to be a good girl for himand take his fingers thrusting in and out of your heat no matter where you guys are. and you better be fucking quiet about it too. all you’re supposed to do is shut up and listen to him. you don’t give commands, telling him what to do and what not to do. fuck that, fuck that. his dick twitches in his jeans when he thinks of teasing you in public and you acting like nothing is happening underneath the table. he thinks of all the things he can do to you. all the things he wants to do to you. shoving his dick down your throat, making you gag around his length. tears brimming your eyes as he overstimulates you as much as he wants. he swallows a groan that wishes to escape from his throat.

his eyes overlook your appearance, god you’re so pretty. he thinks to himself. watching as you push your glasses back up on your face. a few stray hairs falling in your face as your head hangs low, writing intently in your notebook. why hadn’t he introduced himself earlier? why wait so long? where the fuck have you been his whole life?

he bites his lip as he watches your tongue poke out of your mouth, wetting your lips. you didn’t do it with sexual intent, but it still made him twitch. he wanted you so bad. if he could, he would have you bent over this desk right here, drilling you from the back. making you take his whole length, fucking you into oblivion. fucking you till you couldn’t walk properly. god, that would be a sight. you stumbling out of his bed to go pee after he rearranged your guts. thinking about how cute you would look, struggling to stand because of how hard he fucked you. he smiles absentmidnely at the thought.

“knock knock, anyone home?” you softly knock on his forehead, trying to grab his attention.

the man shakes his head, finally brought back down to earth.

“yeah? what’s up?” he’s mildly out of breath, trying to recollect himself from his nasty fantasies.

“do you wanna grab lunch with me?” you ask, standing up and collecting your belongings.

“yeah, sure! what are you in the mood for?” he mimics your actions, slinging your backpack over his shoulder for you. you thank him with a smile, following behind him as he leads the way out.

“i’m not sure actually, maybe burgers? kinda want some grease” you sheepishly admit. to this he smiles at, liking your honesty.

“ok, let’s go then” he puts his hand out for you to grab. you happily oblige, intertwining your fingers.

—

john <3: babe do you want leftovers or for me to make you something fresh?

you eye the text message from your best friend. you know yuta sees it too. wiping your hands with a napkin before picking up your phone.

you: oh, im eating right now actually. so you dnt have to worry!!

john <3: hm? really? you usually come home and eat my food tho :(

john <3: who are you and where’s yn!! >:(

you let out a small laugh at his message. yuta knows he shouldn’t be jealous, but he is. the pet name and the fact that he’s not the center of your attention making his emotions go crazy.

you: you can still make me dinner :P

john <3: tonight’s the frat party dummy, but if ur not going then i’ll make u sumn to warm up.

you: oh yeah huh..damn

you: i have a test on monday :/ so i was supposed to study.

john <3: k, then i’ll make u sumn quick. it’ll be in the fridge for you, ok?

you: kk! bye, love u.

you sit your phone back down and look at the pouting boy in front of you.

“what’s the matter?” you ask, fighting the urge to pinch his cheeks.

“johnny” he says.

“johnny?” your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“what do you mean? what about johnny?” you tilt your head out of confusion.

“how come he calls you that” yuta pouts, reaching for you hand.

“what, babe? he always does” you tell the man in front of you.

“he calls me dummy, idiot, honey, babe..ma-”

“ok ok, i get it” yuta cuts your sentence short. he lets go of your hand and folds them over his chest. why does johnny get to call you all those names? deep down he knows that it’s because you guys have been acquainted for a long time so it’s only natural. —but that’s not the point right now. he doesn’t want logic, he wants to be jealous because that’s how he feels. you laugh and reach for his hands again but he doesn’t let you.

“yuta come on, stop being petty.” you pout at the boy, he glances at you but remains unwavered. your eyebrows crinkle at his reaction, not understanding why he was being so petty. you stand and sit beside the man, wanting to get closer.

“yuta” you softly call out to him, dragging the last letter out.

raising your hand to glide across his arm, leaving goosebumps on his skin. you dip down to his neck, breath hot on his skin. he sucks in a breath. ‘keep your composure, don’t be a wimp’ he tells himself. you leave a small kiss on the back of his neck, right under his ear. poking your tongue out to kitten lick him jokingly. you giggle, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“don’t be mad at me, please” you pout, looking at him with your pretty eyes.

he sighs, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“fucking hate you” he mumbles into your hair.

“mm sure you do” you whisper, smiling up at him.

—

yuta pulls up to your apartment, putting the car in park.

“thanks for the ride” you tell him, sending a small smile his way.

he returns the action, telling you it was nothing.

“i’ll see you tonight then?” he asks, referring to the party.

“actually not sure, i have a test to study for—on Monday” you say, unbuckling your seatbelt.

you don’t miss the disappointed look that washes over his features.

“you can study on the weekend though, i’ll even help you” he offers to help you, trying to get you to come to the party.

part of you wants to go, but you know you’re gonna see him. it’s a party thrown by his fucking fraternity. of course he’s gonna be in attendance, you can’t imagine seeing him. all those emotions and memories flooding to the forefront of your mind. no, fuck that. you didn’t wanna see how good he looked, or how well he’s been holding up without you. you’d rather gouge your eyes out with a pen. god you wished you weren’t so weak sometimes. you knew you had developing feelings for yuta, there’s no denying that. but jaehyhun was your everything at one point in time. he was the only one you seen, you gave him your everything for 2 and a half fucking years. so there’s no surprise as to why you still had lingering feelings for the said male. you wanted so badly to go with yuta though, to show him that he wasn’t the only person capable of moving on. the only difference being you’re not just sleeping with anyone — you genuinely liked yuta and could see yourself and him having a future. bringing yourself out of your thoughts you direct your eyes to the male in the driver seat. he looks effortlessly ethereal, the sun shining on his honey skin. illuminating his brown pupils, you smile at him.

“you’re so handsome” you blurt out. your comment makes yuta smile.

“stop, im blushing” you both laugh.

leaning in to plant a chaste kiss to your temple, he smiles down at you.

“if you come tonight, i’d be beyond thrilled,” he caresses your face, pushing the stray hairs out of your face.

“—if you choose to not come, that's fine too. it’s your choice, baby” he tells you, showing that stupidly cute smile of his. you nod in understanding, kissing his cheek. you go to open the door. stepping out and grabbing your bag, you start to wave bye. he opens his glove compartment, grabbing a clear bag. handing it to you, you grab it excitedly knowing what it is.

“is it the same from that day?” you ask, beaming at the man in front of you.

he smiles and nods his head yes. you squeal.

“handsome and he gives me free weed?! somebody pinch me” you smile widely, thanking yuta.

waving bye to each other, he watches you make your way upstairs. mumbling a small ‘cute’ seeing you skip down the hall. after waiting for you to get inside, he then pulls off.

—

you scratch your scalp with the pencil in your hand. groaning you let your head fall onto your desk. your tummy growls, practically begging to be fed. double tapping your screen you check the time on your phone. 7:30pm. you sigh, pushing yourself out of your chair. wrapping your throw blanket around your body you make your way to the kitchen. scouring the fridge for the dinner johnny left for you. your eyes land on the tupperware up at the top with a sticky note.

‘for my favorite girl <3’ you smile at the cheesy note.

you smile even harder when you realize what’s inside. picking up your phone you press the text message icon.

you: UGHH JOHNNY BEST BOY!! I LOVE U SFM

john <3: lmaooo are you high??

you: not yet,,but im talking abt what u made me :( i lub u

john <3: lol, its nothing. eat up, ok? imu

you: oh trust, will. :)) same hereeee

john <3: alr honey, i’ll ttyl.

you turn your phone off, waiting eagerly for the food to finish warming up. johnny’s question reminded you that yuta gave you some weed earlier. you were only cloud nine. your favorite food and good bud? who could ask for more? you mind drifted aimlessly as you ate alone at the table. scrolling through tiktok as you spoon the food into your mouth at the same time. eventually growing tired of social media, you close the app. with a sigh you stare at the wall ahead. now that you were fed, you did want to smoke but you can’t roll a blunt to save your life. johnny always rolling them for you. sighing you go back to your room. your mind drifted to yuta, you wondered what he was doing right now. you wanted to know what he was wearing to the party, cursing yourself for not getting his number earlier. you knew he looked good though. you didn’t even need to see proof, you knew he looked fine as fuck tonight. maybe a little too fine..your mind thought of all the girls that are probably gawking at him. hoping they could go home with him. you sat up with a pout. no way could you let that happen! yuta wasn’t available to them, he’s supposed to be yours..right? you hated the thought of any other girl receiving the same treatment as you. free weed, burgers, and company in a class he didn’t have? fuck that. you jumped out of bed and went to go shower.

—

walking up to the familiar frat house, you swallow hard. throat suddenly dried up due to the deja vu. as if on cue a familiar blue headed man shouts your name.

“yn?! is that you?!” mark yells, making his way towards you.

your eyes widened, he looks good. the taller boy walks up to you and envelopes you into a hug.

“you look so hot” he compliments, smiling at you.

“thanks, you look good too” mark laughs and hands you a beer.

“what brings you here today? you haven’t been back here in a hot minute” mark asks, arm hanging loosely on your shoulder.

you shrug not wanting to tell him.

“just cause i guess” you lie, he nods.

“well, if your still good at beer pong i could use you later!” he says loudly, slurring a bit.

you laugh and nod, bidding your goodbye’s. you make your way past the sweaty bodies inside, looking for your tall best friend. spotting the top of his blonde hair you walk in that direction. he’s standing with three others, red cup in hand. only recognizing two, haechan and yuta. the brown headed boy’s eyes widen at your sudden appearance, jumping off of the couch to tackle you into a hug. lifting you off the ground he spins you around. you let out a little squeal at the action.

“oh my god, what the fuck” he yells, out of breath. holding your face in his hands, as if he were checking if you were real.

“it’s been so long” he pouts, pulling you in for another hug. after pulling away his hands linger on your waist too long for yuta’s liking. poking his cheek with his tongue out of sheer annoyance.

“i know huh, im sorry” you look down, feeling bad for ghosting him and any other friend you made through your ex.

you thought you were making the right decision. you didn’t wanna make them choose, so you chose for them. blocking some and just outright ignoring others. you didn’t want any confrontations with anyone about who was whose friend first. fuck all that.

“it’s fine, you just better text me after tonight.” the younger boy scolds you, and you nod obediently.

yuta is now even more annoyed. are you foreal listening to him? he’s younger than you! not to mention the lack of honorifics.

“i will, definitely!” you smile, patting the younger boy atop his head.

hyuck was like a little brother to you. growing up an only child, you longed for a younger sibling. you wanted to take care of someone. haechan gave that to you. you guys grew close during yours and jaehyun’s relationship. sometimes you would even come over to see haechan and not jae.

“mmm, i missed you so much” you whined, ruffling his hair before pulling him into your chest.

the younger one melts into your touch, wrapping his arms around your waist. his hands a bit too close to your ass while his face rests atop your exposed cleavage.

“me too, noona” he smiles into your touch.

yuta was beyond angry. fuming, livid, he was seeing red. he stands, scowl evident. stalking over to you and haechan he tugs your wrist. you pout, but follow him. johnny and haechan give you a look. haechan seems worried and confused, while johnny has a smirk on his lips. as if he knows something you don’t.

“yuta can you please—ouch!” your sentence is cut short when a larger man runs into you, spilling some of his drink on you.

yuta looks back at the interaction, hand still gripping your tiny wrist. your mouth was agape and the mans face wore an annoyed look.

“what the fuck! oh my god” you sighed, looking down at the sticky liquid dripping down your arms and dress.

“watch where you’re going next time” the unfamiliar man tells you, turning around nudging you in the process. yuta was already mad as hell, somebody’s night was about to be ruined and this dickhead right here seemed like the perfect opportunity.

“hey asshole — apologize” yuta shouts over the loud music. pulling you by your wrist, he protectively puts you behind his back. you cling to his arm, peeking from behind his elbow.

“what’d you say to me?” the man replies, laughing.

“i didn’t stutter, apologize. and do it now” his words dripped with dominance.

“look here, if your little dumbass back there didn’t bump into me—i would still have my drink. i think she owes me an apology and a drink” he looks around for approval from the crowd, nodding at the few laughs that erupt from the crowd.

“oh so you’re a funny guy” yuta laughs mockingly, slipping out of his jacket. he drapes it around your shoulders and kisses your forehead.

“gimme a few minutes, and you’re still in trouble” you pout at the statement, but you’re more worried about what’s going to happen.

yuta steps forward towards the man, rolling his shoulders backwards. you see johnny and haechan out of the corner of your eyes. johnny and you make eye contact and he gives you a thumbs up, probably in response to the worried expression on your face. the man steps forward as well, he’s a few inches taller than yuta but he doesn’t seem intimidated at all.

“fight! fight! fight! fight!” the crowd starts to chant.

“come on guys, i can’t knock out some—” his sentence is cut short when yuta’s fist collides with his jaw. a mixture of spit and blood come out of his mouth as he falls to the ground. with a cocky smirk yuta bends down where he’s laid, out cold.

“next time, just say sorry” he taps his cheek, taunting the man with his pretty smile.

standing up he brushes his hands off and makes his way back to you, picking up where he left off. dragging you off somewhere. you’re still shocked about what just happened, but you follow him nonetheless.

—

“thanks, for the clothes and what you did.” you mumbled, fiddling with the sleeves of your (his) jacket.

you were now dressed in one of yutas shirts and a pair of his sweatpants.you looked ridiculous.

“don’t mention it, and he was an ass” yuta says nonchalantly.

you chuckle.

“do you wanna smoke, baby?” he asks you, your head perches up at the question.

you nod eagerly. reaching out to you, he ruffles your hair with a smile. grabbing the tray from the side of his seat he asks you to hand him the bag out of the compartment in front of you. you do as your told, handing him the gram that’s inside along with a pack of raws (little papers u roll the weed in lol)

you watch intently as he rolls up, trying your best to not miss anything. you had to learn one day, johnny’s not gonna roll your blunts forever. occasionally he bring the joint to his lips to lick the paper so it’ll stay in place and you blush. may or may not wish you were the joint.

“all finished, here. you hit it first” you smile and grab the joint from his fingers.

placing it between your lips you lean forward, silently asking for a spark. he does so. puffing a few times you inhale the smoke and blow it back out. you sigh at the feeling that washes over you. nothing like the first hit.

“how do you know haechan?” yuta asks, staring at you intently.

“we met through my ex, he’s like my little brother” you answer, saying it exactly for what it was.

“ex?” he says, obviously wanting to know who you were referring too.

you sigh. passing him the joint.

“it’s a long story” you say, turning your body towards his.

“i got time” he replies, blowing the smoke out.

“yuta” you call him, he hums in response.

he turns his body towards yours as well, finding your eyes.

“if you don’t wanna tell me that’s fine” he reassures you.

you wanna tell him but you also don’t wanna push him away either. after you open up to someone it’s hard for you to keep in touch. there’s a reason why johnny’s your only friend. after that breakup, you hadn’t been the same.

“next time, promise” you tell him, lifting your pinky.

he intertwined his with your sealing it with a ‘kiss’. you both laugh at the small interaction. finishing the joint you look at yuta with heavy red eyes. your high was 10x better than last time since you hotboxed the car. sitting in a cloud of smoke, breathing in the recycled air. you laugh to yourself. yuta was high as well, but his tolerance was better than yours.

“yuta!” you call out to the man and he smiles.

climbing over the middle compartment you invade his personal bubble. plopping yourself right on top of him, legs on either side of his thighs.

“what can i do for you?” he asks, his hands finding your hips.

“you said i was in trouble” you pouted, hands on his chest. that’s right, you were in trouble huh. yuta totally forgot.

“that’s right, you were in trouble.” he replies, hands traveling under your shirt.

“what did i do?” you tilt your head, trying to remember all that you did.

“you were too close to haechan” he says.

your eyes widen in surprise. haechan?! flabbergasted was an understatement!

“wait wait wait” you say, trying to wrap your head around everything

“i’m in trouble because i was too close to hyuckie?” you ask again, sounding like a broken record.

“exactly” he answers in all seriousness.

“you do realize he’s like my little brother, right? i don’t like him” you remind him.

he shrugs in response, his hands rubbing the small of your back.

“of course you don’t like him, he’s not me” he says nonchalantly, leaving small kisses on your chest.

your eyes flutter shut at the contact, hands sliding behind his neck to play with the hair on his nape. trailing his kisses up to your ear he whispers.

“get in the back, princess” you obey his command, sliding off his lap and climbing to the back.

with a grin he follows. as soon as you two are settled, he attacks your lips. kissing you hungrily his hands roam your body. trailing down your back to grip your ass. you let out a squeal of surprise, and he inserts his tongue in your mouth. the two of your tongues fight for dominance, yuta reigning victorious of course. breathing hard you both continue making out, yuta’s hands still gripping your butt. you moan when you pull away from the kiss out of breath. trying to steady you rake a hand through your hair. smirking at you he pulls you in by your hips. you let out a yelp when he pushes you down on his boner. he groans in bliss, loving the feeling of your clothed heat against him.

“make yourself feel good, love” he tells you, his hands moving to rest behind his head.

with a bite of your lip, you begin to move against his hard length. with a few shaky breaths, you set a pace. yuta smiles up at you, loving the sight in front of him. your messy hair, breath ragged, moving against his clothed length? he was so ready to put a baby in you, with no regrets either. you throw your head back when he grabs your hips and moves you faster and harder against him. his thoughts egging him on. you bite your lip to swallow the moan daring to escape. grabbing his neck you pull him in for a messy kiss. disconnecting from each other, a string of saliva following suit.

“you’re so hot” he tells you, hips still moving against each other.

only stopping once he felt too close to cumming. he would hate himself if he came in his pants like a virgin. he’s been wanting to fuck you for so long, so he was set on cumming inside you. you whine his name when he stops moving against you. hands hitting his chest lightly, pouting at the man under you.

“don’t worry i’ll give you something better” he winks, flipping you under him in an instant.

you yelp in surprise. his hands toyed with the band of your sweats, eyes asking for permission. you shyly nod. he grins and pulls them down. his eyes eagerly take in the sight of your legs. bringing your legs to rest over his shoulders, he kisses your inner thighs. you let out a light groan, watching his every move. his kisses lead up to your heat and he leaves an open mouthed kiss right next to where you need him the most.

“yutaaa” you whine, hands finding his hair.

he laughs and rubs your hips with his fingers.

“what do you want?” you buck your hips up, silently answering. he tuts at your actions, slapping your thigh. a mix of a moan and a scream escapes your throat.

“use your words” he scolds you, voice lathered with dominance.

“i want you to eat m-me out” you answer, not quite able to look him in the eyes.

he leaves one more slap to your thigh, a bit harder than the first one. you moan again.

“p-please?” you add, tears brimming at the burning of your thigh. he rubs it with his fingers, and you look down at him. the skin on your thigh turning red. yuta kisses the spot he smacked, attempting to soothe the pain he caused you.

“good girl” was the last thing you heard before his mouth was on your heat.

your back arches at the contact, fingers tugging at his hair. yuta’s tongue was working wonders on you down south and you were loving every second of it. moans and incoherent slurs spilled out of your mouth. a mix of oh fuck’s and yuta’s were coming out like a chant. the familiar knot appeared again in your tummy as he lapped at your wetness.

“im gonna—” you try to warn the boy of your incoming orgasm but he was already well aware.

shoving two finger into your heat he pushed them in and out at an amazing speed. you could barely see, your orgasm taking over your whole body. your legs shook in pure bliss as you moaned out his name.

“cum for me baby” you hear him say as he’s still attacking your poor heat.

your back arches as you come, tugging at the man's hair roughly. but he didn’t stop. continuing to ravage your heat. he was pushing his fingers in and out of you, licking at your clit. you felt another oragasm building up in your tummy, closing your legs due to the overstimulation. his hands roughly pushed your legs back open. a muffled ‘keep them fucking open’ leaving his mouth. his mouth aggressively moved against your heat, bringing you to ecstasy with nothing more than his tongue once more. a screeching moan left your throat as your second orgasm washed over your body. your legs shook against his shoulders uncontrollably and you were literally seeing stars. you panted, attempting to collect yourself after what just happened. yuta sat up with a cocky smirk, loving the fucked out state you were currently in. he found it hella attractive. you look at him through hooded eyes, high definitely gone now. the only thing you were high off of was this man's mouth because god damn.

“i hope you don’t think we’re done, baby” yuta says in a low voice, almost like a whisper.

all you could do was whine in response. you could feel your heartbeat in your pussy, what the fuck does he mean we’re not finished?! yuta laughs as he helps you sit up.

“get on your knees” you nod and move to the floor in between his open legs.

your eyes looked over his hard length through his jeans. you bit your lip at the length, hands automatically going to rub it. a small moan leaves his mouth when your fingers graze over it, and your ears are in heaven. unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans you excitedly pull them down, leaving them to rest on his knees. you looked up at him, and his eyes were already on yours. he nods his head towards his length, telling you to continue. you listen and pull his boxers down, letting his cock free. your mouth was practically watering at the sight alone. he smirks, noticing the excited glint in your eyes. in a matter of seconds your mouth was on his length. dragging your tongue from bottom to the top, you swirled around his tip but didn’t take him in your mouth yet. yuta groans, not really fucking with you teasing him. he gives you a look but your ignore it, continuing to do what you wanted. teasing little kitten licks up and down his length, and small kisses to his tip. you were pushing his limits and you wanted a certain reaction from him and you were bound to get it.

“y/n” yuta’s voice was dangerously low.

you feel his eyes burning holes into your skin, too scared to lift your head. you feel his hands rake through your hair, grabbing a fistful. forcing your eyes to connect with his own. you whimper at the action. your faces are mere inches away from each other.

“do i need to do it for you?” he asks you.

you don’t answer. a mix of anxiety and excitement rushing through your veins. yuta looks at you with a cocked eyebrow.

“you have one more chance, princess” he warns you, collecting a fistful of your hair in his hands.

you hold your ground, keeping your mouth shut. a small ‘ok then’ left his mouth before he roughly positions your face in front of the tip of his cock. you lick your lips at the sight.

“open your mouth” you listen right away, opening wide for him.

without warning he shoves your face over his length. groaning, he holds you in place. your hands clawing at his thighs. bringing you back up by your hair he pushes you right back down. moving his hips in and out of your mouth, abusing your throat, you gasp for air in between his strokes. you could barely breathe but you were loving every second of it. you weren’t the only one either. looking up at him with tears dripping down your face, yuta groans at the sight.

“looking at me with your teary eyes is only gonna make me face fuck you harder, baby” yuta moans. picking up the pace he plows in and out of your mouth. a mixture of you gagging and spit filled the car. soon enough you felt his cock twitch in your mouth, telling you he was close. before you could even react he was pulling you up and off of his heat.

“you didn’t even cum” you pout looking up at the man, hand reaching for his cock.

it was covered in your saliva and his pre-cum. his hand pulls yours away from his length, guiding you to lay down.

“i wanna come inside you” he said in all seriousness.

you blinked at his statement. how was he so open about what he wanted?

“if you’re not on the pill i can get you some” he continues, interpreting your silence as unsureness.

“no it’s not that. i am” you tell him and he smiles, positioning himself in between your legs.

“good” bending down, he cages your head in between his arms.

leaving a kiss on your lips as he slides into you. moaning into his mouth at the burning stretch. he waits a bit for you to adjust. it’s been a long while since you’ve let somebody hit, and it was showing tonight.

“are you ok?” he asks, voice laced with concern.

you nod, arms wrapping around his neck. you move on your own, giving him the green light. he pulls all the way out and slides all the way back into you. he does this a couple more times, and it’s driving you crazy. you could feel everything, every little vein in his cock. your back arches as he rubs circles on your hips, drilling his cock into you repeatedly. your moans fill the car.

“more yuta, i want m-more” you manage to slur, nails dragging down his back.

yuta smirks and in a flash you were on your tummy. grabbing a fistful of your hair he forces you to sit up on your hands. his other hand at the small of your back, pushing it to make your arch. he slides back into you with ease, but this time he picked up his pace. movements faster and harder than just a few seconds before. incoherent moans falling from your mouth as he was fucking you into oblivion, hands still pulling your hair. you claw at the seat under you, he made you a moaning mess and you were here for it all. yuta slapped into you with no remorse, hands gripping your ass and thighs tight enough to leave bruises the next morning.

“you like that huh?” he bends down to your ear, making sure you heard him say that.

if your eyes weren’t already closed they’d be rolling to the back of your head. his dick was enough but now you were losing your fucking mind. that familiar knot formed in your tummy for the third time tonight and you could already feel it begin to become undone. your walls clenched around his cock, silently telling him you were close.

“you better not fucking come” he harshly whispers into your ear, yanking you to sit up on your knees by your hair.

this new position had you on cloud nine. his hands found your clit, rubbing circles edging you closer to your orgasm knowing he just told you to hold it. tears brimmed your eyes as you cry out in ecstasy. his name fell from your mouth as if it was a chant. you felt his strokes become sloppy, his cock twitching inside of you.

“cum. cum for me, baby” he whispers in your ear, kissing your earlobe.

you let yourself become undone, your whole body shaking like crazy. not too long after yuta unloaded himself inside, just like he said he would. a comfortable silence took over, nothing but heavy panting filled the car. yuta laid you down gently, pulling his hoodie back over your body. throwing back on his boxers he opted out to steal the sweats you had on, not wanting to put his jeans back on.

“i can’t feel my legs,” you say, earning a loud laugh from yuta.

you wish you were being dramatic but it was true, you literally couldn’t feel anything from the waist down. yuta opens the door, tugging you by your legs to the edge. picking you up, he kicks the door closed. sitting you down in the passenger seat he kisses the crown of your head lovingly, buckling you up. starting the car after getting you settled he looks over at you. your hooded eyes heavy with drowsiness, obviously sleepy. he watches as you curl up in the seat, wrapping your arms around yourself. turning the heater up he pulls off, heading home.

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turning the engine off yuta looks over at your sleeping figure. he admires you for a second, watching your chest rise and fall. it brings a smile to his face. walking around the car he scoops you from your seat, your arms and legs fastening around his body immediately. with a smile, he locks the car as he makes his way into his apartment. upon arrival he lays you down on his bed, tucking you in. standing he goes to fetch you some water from the kitchen he feels you gripping his shirt, making him look down at you.

“lay down with me” you tell the man and he does.

laying in between his legs you rest your head on his chest, arms wrapping around his waist.

you didn’t know what you two were but all you knew were two things. you were comfortable as hell right now, and you didn’t wanna lose him no matter what.

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note from mya: feedback is greatly appreciated! but if you’re reading this ilu muah, i hope u have an amazing day/night :) <333

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hobeemin · 2 years ago

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bad habits

💖 genre: smut, pwp, angst, maybe a sprinkle of fluff

💖 pairing: fuckboi!jung hoseok x (f) poc reader (nicknamed Treasure) feat. jeon jungkook

💖 rating: 18+

💖 warning(s): swearing, insecurity, mentions of drinking at a party, mention of vomiting, arguing, dirty talk, pet names, unprotected sex, fingering, handjob, kissing, creampie, okay i finally added some fluff in here

💖 word count: 2.6k

💖 credit(s): @cremeandsuga thank you for letting me use your name maya! @playmetheclassics for beta reading this mini series for me 💜💜💜 @sugakookitty for assisting with my banner and some suggestions for this fic as well as my homies at @btsblackcreatorsociety 💜💙💜💙

resources for banner found here ~ 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

💖 a/n: welp i’m back with the final part to this...trilogy of sorts. check out when you were mine and jealous of you. all will make sense. hope yall enjoy!!

❃ Festivaled Away: wine and spirits hosted by madame kez @kimnjss @bangtanbathhouse

⤞ Ticket: rooftop drinks

⤞ Main Event: drunken confessions

💖 < 💖 > 💖

“I love you, Treasure.”

She blinked slowly at the drunk man draped over the couch. Arms crossed, she stared hard at him. So many emotions crossed her face from those four words he slurred.

This couldn’t be.

She made it clear that she was done with him the last time she saw him.

So why did that make her heart ache?

No matter how hard Y/N tried, Hoseok managed to wiggle himself back into her life.

This particular night, she was getting dressed to meet Jungkook to celebrate his team winning their summer championship. Y/N stood in the full-length mirror, finishing up the last touches of her makeup as her roommate entered from the bathroom.

“You almost finished?”

Y/N concentrated as she flicked the mascara wand over her lashes. “Uh huh, one minute.”

Maya grabbed her purse off the counter as she walked to the door to grab her shoes. “You don’t want Jungkook waiting. Let’s move it Y/N.”

Y/N scrambled, swiping lipstick over her lips, and ran over with her wristlet. “Alright. Alright. We can leave.”

“About time,” Maya chastised.

Y/N rolled her eyes as she followed her out the door. “I wasn’t taking that long.”

Maya shot her a look making Y/N giggle. “Okay good point.”

By the time they reached the party, it was in full swing. Maya grabbed Y/N’s hand, weaving through the crowd. She pointed up to the entrance leading to the rooftop, and they climbed the few flights of stairs.

String lights wrapped around the poles as people danced, drank, and chatted around the bar. Most of the basketball team was already there. He was leaning against a pole nursing a red solo cup. The two friends walked over to him.

His shy grin formed as he stared at Y/N. He gave a tiny wave as the other people around him acknowledged them .

“Congrats on the win Kookie,” Y/N said with a smile.

“Thanks. Happy you came out tonight.”

Maya snorted. “I had to drag her out of the apartment practically. She was taking too long cause she wanted to look cute–”

“Okay! Thanks, Maya. Let’s get something to drink, yeah.”

Jungkook laughed with a nod. “Yeah, please go help yourselves. We’ll be over here.”

They went to the bar, waiting to be served as Y/N reached over and pinched Maya. She yelped, grabbing her arm.

“What the hell, Y/N?”

“Embarrass me, why don’t you.”

She scoffed but smirked. “Listen. You and Jungkook have been dancing around for the last few months. Just start dating already!”

Y/N bit down on her lip as Maya ordered their drinks. Damn, she was right. Y/N liked Jungkook, and it seemed he felt the same way too, but something was holding her back from taking the next step.

“It’s not that simple, Maya.”

“Bullshit,” she snapped, handing her a drink. “I know why you're scared, but we're not gonna go there tonight. Let’s just enjoy the evening.”

Y/N sighed but spread a smile across her face as she found Jungkook sitting next to him as they chatted. After a few drinks, Y/N walked over to the roof's edge and leaned against the railing, watching the city's lights flicker in the summer night's heat.

I wonder what–

Her phone vibrated, bringing her from her thoughts, and she pulled it out of her back pocket, glancing at the number. Her eyes widened in surprise before sliding the button on and pressing it to her ear.

“Hello?”

“Y/N? This Y/N Y/L/N, right?”

“Yeah. Yoongi? Is this you?”

“Yeah. Hey. Sorry about the random call, but–”

A voice in the background interrupted, making Y/N grip her phone tighter.

“I-Is that Y/N?! Lemme speak to her!”

She could hear Yoongi cover the mouthpiece as a growl passed his lips.

“Shut the fuck up, Hobi!”

Speak of the devil.

Y/N glanced down at her nails until Yoongi spoke up again.

“Sorry about that. I was supposed to be at the party long ago, but we pregamed, and Hobi went a little too hard. He’s in no shape to go out now.”

She could hear the bitterness in his voice.

“So why call me?”

Yoongi sighed heavily before dropping his voice. “He won’t stop asking for you, Y/N. Like in tears currently.”

Her stomach clenched. She needed to harden up.

She was over him.

Right?

“What do you want me to do?”

“I’m leaving that up to you to decide, Y/N.”

“Let me speak to her, Yoongi!!!”

“Shut up, Hobi!”

Her shoulders dropped in realization. “I’ll see you soon.” She clicked the phone off, placed it in her back pocket, and walked back to Maya.

Her friend wasn’t too happy to hear about this new development.

“I love you, Y/N, but this is stupid…really stupid. Just be careful and call me if you need anything or need a quick exit.”

She promised, wishing Jungkook a quick goodbye as his happy expression dropped. Maybe it wasn’t in the books for them to ever be together. But Y/N needed this closure with Hoseok; otherwise, she’d never be able to move on.

Yoongi opened the door quickly, giving Y/N a smile of relief.

“Thanks for stopping by,” he opened the door wider, letting her enter. “I didn’t think you would come, but I wouldn’t blame you if you hadn’t shown up.”

“I almost didn’t,” she muttered, taking her shoes off by the door. She followed Yoongi further into the apartment to the living space. He raised his brow, staring at the couch.

“Hobi was just here. Probably in the bathroom.”

Yoongi shook his head, shooting Y/N a look of apology. “You going to be okay?”

She nodded, crossing her arms. “Yeah. Go on. It’s fine.”

“Thanks. I don’t want Azul to be waiting too long.”

“She definitely won’t like that.”

They both laughed and waved as he walked out the door. Once the door closed, her attention turned back as the door to the left opened; the man stumbled in, mumbling to himself. He fell onto the couch, draping his arm over his face. It wasn’t until Y/N cleared her throat that Hoseok opened his eyes. He stared at her with bloodshot eyes until the gears turned in his head.

“What the fuck?!”

“Hi to you too, Hoseok.”

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief. “Where’d you come from?”

She sat in the chair opposite him placing her purse on the end table. “Yoongi called me, and I decided to come over.”

He scoffed, rolling his head to gaze at the ceiling. “Why? You made it clear you didn’t want to see me again.”

Y/N thinned her lips, glaring at him. Okay, he did have a point, and after that incident on Valentine’s Day, she broke all ties with him. So why did she come over here?

“True. I was angry. But you have to understand the reasons behind it, Hoseok.”

He cut his eyes to her, burping softly. “I’m too drunk for this.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, getting up and going into the kitchen. She emerged moments later, tossing a bottle of water into his lap. He groaned, looking down at it.

“Drink. I may not have those feelings for you, but I don’t want you getting sick again.”

He twisted the top off, taking a long sip. Wiping his mouth, he gave her a nod. “Thanks, Y/N.”

“Yeah.”

The quiet fell between them; the only sounds were from the clock on the wall. He bit his bottom before speaking up again.

“Do you hate me?”

She blinked a few times before speaking again. “Hate you? Why would I hate you?”

“Because you act like I don’t exist.”

“You don’t…at least in my mind…but you’re as much to blame in this.”

He groaned, pinching his nose. She could tell he was getting frustrated. Well, too bad, and it was time he felt the way she had.

Suddenly a song began to play on his phone. Y/N sat there in silence, listening as Hoseok closed his eyes, humming along with the lyrics. When it stopped, she shrugged, looking at him.

“What was that for?”

“It made me think of you,” he answered.

“Oh.”

He met her gaze with a simple smirk. “Don’t you think it describes us?”

She shook her head. “No…”

He chuckled softly. “Liar.”

Unhappiness filled her eyes. “You confuse me so much.”

Confusion crossed his face. “Why? I can’t miss you, Y/N. Cause I do. Every day sucks without you in it. Don’t you miss me?”

“You had an odd way of showing it, Hoseok. I was there as a convenience for you, and that’s it. So don’t bullshit with me about missing me and wanting to be back.”

She crossed her arms, staring at the floor. “So no, I can’t miss someone who put me through all that.”

“I’m sorry. Fuck, I just…I don’t know what I was thinking–”

“Nothing.”

“You pulled me in…Treasure…I just couldn’t stop myself.”

Y/N felt the thickness in her throat return. She shook her head furiously. “That’s not fair. That’s fucking wrong, and you know it.” Placing her head in her hands, she wanted to sob, but she promised herself she’d never shed any tears over this man again.

He could see the pain and stress he caused. Hoseok dropped to his knees and crawled over Y/N. Kneeling in front of her, he wanted to comfort her.

“Y/N–”

“If I’m being honest, betrayal was the biggest emotion I felt when it comes to you. Like you didn’t care when we were together, but the second I get with Jungkook, you feel some type of way.”

“Okay. I’m an asshole. You know it, and I do too, but it doesn’t change how I feel about you, Y/N.”

“What are you talking about, Hoseok?”

She made eye contact with him, and he reached for her hand. She nodded, and he squeezed it gently.

“I love you, Treasure. How can I fix this?”

She searched his face for any reassurance. “By giving me the last few months of my life back.”

He frowned, feeling the ache in his chest. “That’s not fair, Y/N. I’m trying.”

“Only after getting drunk,” she spat.

Rejection crossed his face. “I know, but aren’t drunk feelings what we truly feel?”

She snorted at the comment. He was trying too hard. “If this is your way of getting me back, you’re failing.”

His fingers brushing over her hands was comforting. Why was she letting this man wiggle his way back into her life? Deep down, she knew the outcome, but she had said it before: Jung Hoseok was her drug of choice.

Would it be different this time?

“If…if I did agree to this, we have to establish some boundaries, Hoseok. I’m serious. Or I walk away,” she explained.

He bobbed his head. “I understand and will try to be the best person I can be. I want you to be happy and make sure you’re smiling…always.”

She sniffed as he wrapped her in his arms. “It’s okay, Treasure. It’s okay.”

He lifted her chin, staring into her eyes with admiration and adoration. He caressed her cheek with his thumb lightly.

“I want nothing more than to kiss you right now.”

“What’s stopping you?” she taunted.

Hoseok let out a noise of desire before brushing his lips across hers. “I miss kissing you,” he murmured.

Y/N gripped his shoulders as he pulled her flush to him, making her fall to the floor. Her tongue begged entrance, and she opened her mouth to grant access. Her eyes were fiery. She sat up, working on unzipping his pants.

Y/N purred, seeing his exposed skin once again. Beautiful as it was before. She ran her hands along his chest.

"Much better."

Hoseok growled, pushing his hips against her. He kissed her neck softly as his hands found her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples. She let out a chorus of purrs, grinding her hips against his. His bulge rubbed on her inner thigh, causing her to moan more. Her hands stroked the front of his briefs, teasing the outline of his length.

"Someone's excited," she teased playfully.

Her hand slid inside his boxers to touch and caress his shaft, making her way to the head. Precum already coating the tip.

Hoseok panted at her touches. She drew another moan past his lips.

"Still a tease, I see," he accused while tugging her bra off.

He took a nipple in his mouth, suckling it gently while his fingers rolled and pinched the other free one. His fingers moved from her nipple down her body. He admired each curve and dip on her as his hand explored and remembered them all too well. He reached for her underwear, toying with the elastic band while suckling on her neck's crook. Hoseok groaned, feeling the heat radiate. Hungry for more, he pulled the underwear to the side and traced the outline of her lower lips before finding her clit, rubbing it gently with his thumb.

He tugged on her earlobe as he slipped his finger from her pussy. Smirking, he licked the juices off his finger. Making her clench.

"Delicious," he whispered licking his lips.

“I need you, Hoseok,” she whispered.

He nodded as she straddled him with ease. Her lips crashed against him as she lowered herself down on him. He immediately hit her at an angle that made her whimper, but it felt fantastic.

Hoseok could see the lust reflected in her eyes equally matched his. He relaxed into the pleasure, enjoying the moment, watching her body lift and stroke him. He secretly thanked the universe for bringing them back together. His hands touched and caressed every inch of Y/N's body he could reach. He set on resting his hands on her hips, pulling her body more against his, meeting the rhythm with each thrust. The intensity of their gaze grew. Each knowing the time would come where they'd release all the pent-up emotions. Her body warmed with the telltale signs.

"H-Hoseok," she whimpered.

He shuddered, knowing the time had come. "Treasure."

Sitting up, he gripped her passionately, jerking his hips against hers as they orgasmed, her cries muffled and lost to the confines of his mouth as he coated her walls with white until it slipped past her lips filling her to the brim.

Spent, Hoseok sank back to the floor, dragging Y/N with him. Their breaths slowed down as he held her close as they fell asleep.

The water dripped down his back as he leaned over, hands on the wall. Regret and sorrow crossed his features. Her words echoed in his mind as the steam wrapped him in an embrace.

Why did she have such a hold on him?

He’d woken hours later, and luckily Yoongi hadn’t returned home. He put Y/N on the couch, covered by a blanket, and went to shower.

So many thoughts plagued his mind. He did love her. But did she love him?

His muscles tensed as he felt another presence join him in the shower. He sighed in relief as Y/N encircled her arms around his waist. She kissed his shoulder, resting her head on his back.

“I was worried when you weren’t there,” she mumbled into his back.

He smiled softly, shaking his head. “No, just showering.”

He twisted to look at her bending down to kiss her lips. “You alright?”

“Now I am.”

“I’ll wash your back,” he offered.

She nodded as he grabbed an extra washcloth. He ran it down her back gently. Y/N let out a sound of pleasure as he continued to wash her.

“Hobi?”

His eyes widened; it was the first time she had called him that in months.

“Yes, Treasure?”

“I love you too.”

His heart swelled as he kissed her forehead. “I love you too.”

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inahallucination · 3 years ago

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how do you think the poets would react if they knew in 30 years there would be entire blogs dedicated to their gayness?? :0 {also i do still think you're very cool}

so this kinda turned into them somehow being able to access tumblr lol

charlie: would be so fucking thrilled,, a. he's famous, people now he's the shit now, b. it's gay like no further explanation needed,, it might be a bit strange since this is the 50's so an online blog is a pretty unique concept,, but i don't think he'd delve on it too much,, he’d definitely tease anderperry since they’re the most agreed on ship and i think he’d totally rank all the poets he’s shipped with and totally hold it over their head (”charlie can you-” “is that anyway to speak to someone you’re in love with?” but like to all of the poets since he’s shipped with all of them)

cameron: i feel like he'd be really awkward about it,, like on one hand, i think he'd feel a little pleased, but on the other he wouldn't really know how to react, cuz man, this is the 50's the concept of a blog being dedicated to him would totally freak him out,, he’d say he doesn’t care about it, but he’d totally secretly read everything to “get an accurate assumption”

knox: him being gay would get in the way of him and chris, so he might not be too in love with the idea of it, but it's more of an annoyance that people don't really ship him with chris all that much that'd get to him

meeks: i feel like meeks wouldn’t even think about the dedicated part as much as he’d be completely enthralled by the futuristic tech,,, eventually though he’d try to see the content to decide if he likes it or not, he would and his favorite part would be the anderperry fanfiction, he’d tease anderperry about the m-e rated and cry over the fluff,, he also would really adore headcanons and go through all of them to find which ones are accurate or close and which ones are completely wrong

pitts: same as meeks as in he’d be fascinated with the tech, i feel like he’d be pretty happy to know him and meeks are always together, even if some people don’t ship them,, i don’t know why, but i feel like he’d be pretty into theories and headcanons rather than flat out fictional (”todd, why didn’t you tell me you were a time traveler???” “...what?”)

neil: oh he’d love every single part of it until he reads the angst,, he seems like the guy who likes to cry over fiction, but he wouldn’t like dps angst since the person being angsty is typically todd or charlie, he’d definitely avoid that whole mess, he’d be thrilled at all the anderperry content, and how it’s pretty much accepted as canon,, would definitely spends hours looking at fanart and edits. he read fanfiction but he stumbled upon an anderperry rated e pwp and couldn’t look todd in the eye after

todd: would be so flustered to see the blogs, i feel like there are a lot of blogs that are either named after todd or have him in the username that would just turn him beet red like, from the top of my head @toddmybeloved @gaytoddanderson (not to bother yall lmao but ur the first ones i thought of) ,, he’d be pretty flustered and i don’t think he’d manage to look through any thing tagged todd either,, he’d be pretty fucking happy with the neil and anderperry content tho (he read every neil being a simp post)

this is the time traveler thing btw by @aedan-mills

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we-return-in-waves · 2 years ago

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16, 17, 25? 🤔

sheep! you must know i think of sand user metal every day of my life

16. my guilty pleasure trope is hole time a/b/o because i have seen both absolutely fucking HILARIOUS disastrously appalling bad fic written about it, and also some really really interesting, super complex takes as well. idk if you’ve seen the terrible poll, but oml the amount of stuff you can think about in that AU when you really get into the nitty gritty is ridiculous. in less kinktomato guilty pleasure tropes, i am also extremely a fan girl of secret/suppressed relationship stuff (if half my fics haven’t given that away already, lol) i just like to see the ways people make love happen even when the world is against it. gives me the good things do exist fuzzies

17. i don’t know if there’s a particular trope i’ll never write for, but the one that i’m least interested in writing is probably modern AU. i love reading it! but i just… why would i write characters from this cool universe and then chuck them in my boring one? lmao. (this is all ironic too, because i have a lawyer!gaara & martialartsteacher!lee pwp in the wip list) what i can say i will never write is main pairing character death. i struggle, badly, with the death of characters i’m emotionally attached to, especially when you want happiness for them. i always experienced fanfic as a bit of an escapist hobby, and while engaging with fic as a way to explore emotions is so valid and important and meaningful, i just don’t think i can write that level of angst. the worst you will get from me is the Angst With A Happy Ending tag lol

25. currently in my wips list i have (1) a drabble collection for sailing stones, (2) the family dinner scene post mop epilogue, and (3) a 10+ years later oneshot also set in the mop universe :) so yes. all the time. kghkjglh

i really just want to talk about fanfic pls yall

#writing gronp hours #fanfiction #ao3 #kelposting #nart #ask game

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joontier · 4 years ago

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mercedes midnight runs | drabble

synopsis: ur thirsting over jk driving you around in a mercedes

pairings: jungkook x reader

rating: R

genre: smut, angst | warnings: pwp basically (the thirst is real and unquenchable) with lidol angst ; swearing ; degradation ; car sex (pls dont do this while driving fjlaksas)

word count: 2.1k

g/n: this is the first installment for my ‘between the lines’ collection! ackkk ive been wanting to do this for so long because ive always thirsted over the boys driving and imagining jk driving his mercedes around seoul is just,,,,, eye ---- btw, this is heavily unedited nhnghgnhgn i just had to share the thirst with yall real quick

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You’ve already planned out a quiet night to yourself tonight to rest and get your mind off of things, but all of a sudden, just as you were about to settle in bed, Jungkook sends you a text, telling you to get ready in half an hour because he’s going to pick you up and take you out somewhere.

It isn't new news anymore that he’s texting you at this hour because he’s only permitted to go out after his schedules, which usually also end late at night. Superstar problems, can’t relate.

Well, that and because your relationship with him warrants these types of late night meet-ups. It’s that type of arrangement you’d never thought you’d agree to, but eventually, learned to cope with. Your phone pings - a new message.

[🕺] 12:45AM

im out front

When you exit your apartment, you see an unfamiliar silver car parked in front of the building, you back up the stairs, wary of who might be inside the mysterious vehicle. The window rolls down halfway, and you see Jungkook takes a peek through the small space.

Going back down the steps, you quickly climb inside the vehicle. “New car?”

“Yeah, you like it?”

You hum in agreement, tracing a hand along the sleek design of the dashboard. “It’s very...you,” you remark, in awe at how this new Benz fits Jungkook so well. “C’mere,” Jungkook tugs at your elbow, closing the distance between the two of you. “Fuck, you don’t know how much I missed you.” He presses his lightly chapped lips against yours, nipping gently at your bottom lip. Abruptly, you pull away, worried.

“Kook...what if someone sees?”

“I got the windows tinted. I got this car for us.” His words resonate throughout the car, and you're afraid he might hear your heart thudding strongly in your chest. You choose to ignore the implications of his words, focusing on his presence and not your treacherous thoughts.

You give him a chaste kiss on his cheek in reply, sending a smile in his direction. You hope he doesn't see your real emotions swimming in your eyes. “Where are we escaping off to tonight?” Internally cringing at your careless choice of words, you take off your hoodie and place it at the backseat, along with your purse, all the while giving him a generous display of your cleavage as a distraction.

Jungkook’s tongue darts out to moisten his lips. “I’m having second thoughts now, if we should really leave or not,” he says, unabashedly staring at your chest, eyeing your nipples, pert against the fabric of your low-cut top. “No bra?”

“You told me you’d be here in twenty minutes, so I had to hurry….”

“Wearing a bra takes you twenty minutes now?” Jungkook snorts, shaking his head at your lame excuse.

“Yup, especially when all I could think about is having you take them off. So be grateful, because I’m doing you a favor.” You give him a wink, giggling when he huffs and starts the car. You’ve outwitted him once more. Silently, deep within the recesses of your brain, you wish you had the same amount of control you had over your words with your heart, especially when you’re around Jungkook.

Connecting your phone to the car’s music player via bluetooth, you scroll through your recents and pick on your favorite playlist when you’re with Jungkook. ‘Sexy Can I’ by Ray J and Yung Berg comes first on shuffle.

“That sounds like a very promising playlist.”

Your conversation slowly lulls into silence, the two of you seated there quietly as you feel the enhanced bass reverberate throughout the new car. Leaning against the headrest, you glimpse at the man beside you, studying his features.

Sometimes you find it funny how never in a million years did you even dream of being this close to the Euphoria crooner. If it wasn’t for your cousin Eunkyung - an idol who debuted the same year as Jungkook did, who’s likewise a very good friend of the latter, then you don't think you would even come close to breathing the same air as the global sensation beside you.

Judging by the movement of Jungkook’s lips, you reckon he’s been speaking to you for the last five minutes, but you definitely have not processed a single word from him, for all you care. You couldn't blame yourself though, and Jungkook is certainly the one who is to take responsibility for your momentary preoccupation.

“You okay babe?”

“Mhmmhm”

If you were going to be completely honest, you were far from okay. Besides the many thoughts swirling inside your head, your trusty menstrual cycle tracker app is telling you that you’re bound to welcome your monthly visitor in a week - which means you’re PMSing - which further means you’re only in one certain state of mind - you’re insatiably horny.

Unfortunately for you, Jungkook is absolutely no help at all. Not when he constantly looks like sex personified - muscular thighs, veiny arms, the whole package. Plus, there’s something about Jungkook behind the wheel that’s ultimately driving you crazy.

A major part of it is your hormones for sure, but then again, even your hormones are thirsting over Jungkook driving, veiny forearms on display as he grips the wheel, or the way he backs up with only one hand on the steering wheel, or the way he sometimes keep a hand on your thigh as he drives. The formula is clear: Jeon Jungkook will be the cause of your insanity.

Jungkook pulls up the sleeves of his Carhartt sweater, revealing his nearing full-sleeve-tattooed right arm. The sight instantly makes you water, or wetter. Whichever the case may be.

You hadn’t seen him in a week, busy working on his mixtape, amongst other stuff. And you miss him terribly, sex with him included. As desperate and slutty that sounds, Jungkook is that type of person that leaves you wanting, yearning for more.

“What’s going on then?”

“If this is about Eunkyung…you know we already talked about that…”

“I don’t wanna talk about that, Jungkook.”

“What’s wrong then?”

You don’t answer, just silently watching the muscles on his forearm ripple as he pulls on the hand brake when you get to an intersection. You gulp, looking away as you push your thighs together, hoping that somehow the friction will help the desire pooling between your legs. The action doesn't go unnoticed by Jungkook, whose eyes instantly darken, now all too aware of your state.

“Tell me what’s wrong baby girl.”

Your resolve nearly breaks at the pet name, looking out the window to avoid his gaze. The light turns green again, and as he continues to drive, he rests a hand on your exposed thigh, strategically placing it just in the middle, the action gentle, yet enough to add fuel to your frustration.

His tattooed fingers gingerly trace patterns on your bare thigh. Fuck Jungkook and his thing for skirts. You weren't one to complain about his sexual fantasies though, not when wearing the skirts he buys for you gets you a good fucking afterwards.

You stay quiet in your seat, not giving the satisfaction that Jungkook gets knowing that he’s getting you all riled up. Two can play at this game.

Gingerly, you place a hand on top of his, gently guiding his hand north towards your core. The man driving beside you lets out a cough, sitting up straighter. Keeping his hand sliding up until he’s fully cupping your core, Jungkook chokes on thin air as he realizes you’re not wearing panties either.

“Let me guess, wearing underwear is too mainstream?”

Shrugging, you spread your legs wider, guiding his fingers to slide against your already glistening folds. A shot of electricity runs through your spine. “Fuck, baby girl, you’ll be the death of me,” Jungkook growls, taking a sharp intake of breath as he teases you, shallowly dipping a digit through your wet cunt.

“You’re fucking soaked. You seem to enjoy the thought, princess. Christening my car seats like the slut that you are?” He drawls, this time fully pushing a finger in as you get to another stoplight.

“Jungkook, don’t tease me like that baby.” Biting your lip to stop the moan that’s threatening to spill, your own hand reaches out to grab at Jungkook crotch. He hisses at the sensation. You smirk to yourself. Seems like you’re not the only one who’s greatly affected.

Encouraged by Jungkook’s reaction, you slip a hand through the waistband of his sweats, taking hold of his already hard cock. “And you’re surprised I don’t wear underwear? Bit rich coming from you now isn’t it?”

“Better watch your mouth and stop teasing me, baby girl. You might just get punished for that.”

“And what if I want to get punished?”

Jungkook huffs, pulling out his finger as the light turns orange. He brings his slick-covered finger to your lips, “Suck,” he orders. You oblige, sucking on his slender digit and swirling a tongue around it.

“You’re in for a fucking treat, naughty girl.”

It’s green again. With a sigh, Jungkook gets back to driving, this time religiously looking for a discreet place to stop over so he can fuck you properly. He finally finds a filling station, now driving with newly found urgency.

He parks in one secluded corner of the station, with just a singular parking space separating you from a parked truck, the driver snoring away happily.

The tension is thick in the air, inevitably making you feel hot even with the air conditioning on full blast. With no words needed to get the message across, you both unbuckle your seatbelts hastily, finding each other in a heated kiss shortly after.

Making another grab at Jungkook’s dick - outlining against the confines of his Puma sweats, you urge him to pull them down to his thighs so you can have a taste of your alleged ‘treat’. Likewise, he orders you to lift your skirt up, giving him easier access to have you writing on his fingers alone.

Scooting closer, you bend over the center console, taking Jungkook’s length in your hands. You place a tentative kiss on the tip before diving in, taking his cock inside your mouth. Jungkook lets out a guttural groan at the sensation, taking your hair into his hands, forming a makeshift ponytail on your head.

“You’re so fucking hot, you know that right?” His head throws back as you take him to the hilt, the tip hitting the back of your throat. At his compliment, you swallow and as you watch Jungkook visibly shudder, you give yourself a mental pat on the back.

As you continue to bob up and down Jungkook’s length, your hand travels between your legs, fingers easily finding your nether bud. With Jungkook starting to buck his hips upwards, helping you with your task, you quicken the pace of the fingers toying with your clit. You’re so close, but you’re doubtful you’ll even get to orgasm, considering your perched precariously over the console - definitely an uncomfortable position for you to orgasm in.

Jungkook senses your discomfort and tells you to sit down, and you’ll both do this together. As soon as you get seated, you scoot closer to the middle, when Jungkook’s hand extends to return its attention to your dripping cunt. You give Jungkook’s erection stands tall, likewise calling for attention. Heeding to its silent call, you wrap your fingers around his shaft, stroking his length languidly.

For a full minute, you both stay like that, trying to get each other to orgasm. Jungkook’s breathing gets labored by the second - the tell-tale signs he’s getting close. As your hand momentarily leaves his dick to massage his balls, his phone blares, startling you both out of your wits.

Letting out an annoyed huff, he grabs the phone and switches mute button down then thrusting the device somewhere on the dashboard. Pretending as if nothing happened, you continue your handjob until Jungkook can’t take it any longer, pulling you up from your seat and telling you to come and sit on his lap.

As soon as Jungkook pushes his seat back, you crawl over to his side, unceremoniously sitting on his lap, gyrating your hips as you slide your wet folds against the muscular expanse of his thigh. You’re almost there, Jungkook taking your breasts in his hands for more stimulation - that is until his phone vibrates loudly against the surface of the dashboard.

“You should probably get that,” you pull away, retreating to your seat: cockblocked for the second time. You check the dashboard for his phone, and get a glimpse of the caller’s ID on his screen. Eunkyung.

You place the device into Jungkook’s hands yourself.

“It’s your girlfriend calling.”

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dxmmymxmmywrites · 4 years ago

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Maito Gai x F! Reader Smut

@gaideservedbetter

Warnings: sexual themes, dark thoughts, initial angst, grinding, unprotected sex (wrap it up kids!), pwp

This one was very good to me 😂♥️🔥 when I talked about it initially it didn’t get so thirsty towards the end, but hey, it happens.

COME GET YALL JUICE!

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There was a time in your life when you didn’t wake up in cold sweats, heart rate accelerating.

Then again, those were mostly before you became a shinobi.

You had your fair share of traumatic experiences that haunted you when you fell asleep at night. Some might think they would revolve around gruesome crimes, bloodshed, and the atrocities of war. They did from time to time.

But the worst thing that ever plagued your mind was the images of the people you loved. Them in situations you could do nothing about, in ways you could never save them. And unfortunately, many of those situations had played themselves out into reality.

At the moment, you had sworn you lost him. Maito Gai. Your whole world— the light of your life. The man that made you smile, that made you laugh when no one else could. The idea of someone taking him from you made you sick to your stomach.

When he finally came back to you, you were by his side no matter the consequences. You refused to leave him. Never again, not until someone had to pry you from him.

He had lost all use in his legs, and it of course dampened his spirits. It had been one of the select times you had ever seen him so low— and understandably. For all he had done for you, however, you knew it was your turn to be a source of light. To try to bring his spirits up, even if it only worked a little bit.

And like clockwork, his character began to show again. He cracked jokes with you, and made a point to start what conversations he could while you visited. And late into the night when you would fall asleep at his bedside, he found himself thanking every god he knew of for you.

He could still recall running his hands through your hair while you slept, never wanting to cause you any trouble again.

But even still, you had no control over the nightmares that plagued your mind of his incident. You could not come to voice your fears directly, but he had an understanding of your concern. You would bolt upright in bed at some unheard of hour, a hand shooting out to tightly grip his arm.

All that could sway you in the moment was his voice. He would see your stiff frame and put a hand to the small of your back and keep the other hand wrapped around you. Whatever time you needed, he would give you. It was the least he could do. Each time after you would finally calm, he would pull you into his chest and hold you there as safely as he could. Only in his arms could you ever start to lull back to sleep.

It had been some time since your last nightmare, but tonight, it would revisit you. The cold of winter had already started to creep into your home, and you shooting straight up from your slumber nearly sent you into shock.

You were nearly vibrating. Every last detail about the day Gai nearly died entered and swirled inside your psyche to make a tornado. It numbed you to the core, and all that could shake you was Gai’s presence at your side.

“I’m here,” his deep voice echos in your ear. He doesn’t try to pull you, but he does encircle your frame in a hug that envelops you with warmth. “I’m here.”

Your heart rate manages to still for a moment. You look to him tenderly, and he offers you a small smile.

“I’m sorry Gai, I didn’t want to wake you.”

“Nonsense. I want you to wake me when you’re troubled.” His large hand cups the side of your face, and his thumb begins to wipe tears from your eyes.

You hadn’t even felt them begin to fall.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

You shook your head. You didn’t want to have the details in your head any more than they needed to be.

“Just... hold me.”

It came out so much weaker than you wanted to sound, and it bruised your pride a little bit. But it nearly made Gai melt.

He shifts you in bed so you have your legs on either side of his lap, and pulls you in for the longest hug he can manage. His arms are firmly but comfortable situated around you, with one hand gently holding your neck as you buried your face into his shoulder.

This was your favorite way to hold him, and to be held. He always made you feel safe— and you were satisfied he was your only confidant that ever saw you so vulnerable. You loved him more than you could ever put into words.

“I love you, Y/N.” He says into the night so calmly, and so earnestly.

You could certainly try to phrase how much he meant to you. It nearly choked you up to start, but you would manage.

“I love you too,” you breathed, your exhale tickling his neck. “I love you so much.”

If he had told his younger self that one day he would have you, the one he’d been smitten with for ages, seated in his lap and confessing your undying love for him, he might have fainted.

And his younger self would have had to fight a serious erection at the feeling of your lips on his neck. He was living the dream of his youth.

Your velvety lips did things to him like utter magic. As you begin to touch him, he can feel the heart raise from your body despite the cold or the room, and it passes to his body so tastefully. And above all, he feels your palpable need with each kiss.

He has to stop you though. Just momentarily. “You don’t have to do this. Not if you don’t want to.” He says it while he holds your face in his hands so tenderly, his eyes full of honest intention. His primary concern was your emotional state, and it got your heart going again.

“I do want to,” you confirm. “I want you. Right now.”

He could never tire from hearing you say that. His wonderful smile shows itself, and he pulls you in for a deep, heartfelt kiss. He wants you to know that no matter what, he would be there for you. He loved you too much to ever let you go.

And like clockwork, you’re the one to slip your tongue into his mouth. He grins into your kiss. There you were.

You lay your hands at his sides to glide up his hard stomach, to run over his intense pecs. Your hands relish in doing over his collarbones to rest on the sides of his neck while you swirled your tongue around his, and he swore he felt a trail of fire every place you touched him.

His hands gliding down your back made you shiver, and you felt the want in your gut ignite when his grip on your hips tightened. That was when he got serious— and you couldn’t wait to have him put little butterfly kisses on the bruises in the morning.

He pulls you into him suddenly, returning open, warm kisses to your neck and shoulders with as much fervor as he can muster. Gai’s lips are always soft, and his enthusiasm always has a way of making you feel weak for him in the best possible way.

You expose your neck to him, at the same time learning into his touch. He’s incredibly satisfied with the reaction he’s brought out of you— so it’s time to even the playing field.

You roll your hips so your cunt traces his boxers, and he groans. It was one of the benefits in sleeping in a nightgown. Just a nightgown.

You stick a hand down to free his cock without removing his underwear, and relish in how he shakes when you glide the lips of your cunt over his shaft.

“I’m so happy you’re mine,” you breathe heavily into his ear, feeling his cock pulsate.

He gulps. You were the only one that could make him blush.

“I’m so happy I’m the only one that can do this to you,” you pause your grinding over his cockhead, and use your hand do rub it over your hole without penetrating you.

“You’re mine, all mine.” He says lowly, sucking dark marks into your collarbones.

You’re holding onto him for dear life at this point, but the high is worth it.

“I’m never wasting any more time with you,” Your heart promises. “No one is ever taking you from me.”

You punctuate the fact with a bite to his neck to quiet your groan as you take his cock to the balls. You both moan nearly as deep as his cock goes inside you.

Somehow under the heavenly pleasure, Gai laughs. “I had your heart the day I met you. You’re never getting rid of me.”

Your eyes bulge. Is it possible to get even more wet?

He overtakes you in an instant— it’s a dangerous game to undermine his strength, despite not being able to use his legs. You’re firmly situated on your side as he pulls his underwear off to fling them across the room. He settles in behind you, hoisting your hips into his pelvis as his cock enters you again.

At some point, one arm reaches under you to fondle your breast while he licked delicious circles over your neck, hips slowly pulling into you. It made you pant like a bitch in heat.

No one had ever taken you the way Gai did. You had never been so willing to be submissive with anyone but Gai. He was that impressive.

“Fuuuuck, please, Gai, please—“

His tongue stops on your neck, and travels to your ear. “Is that you? Begging?”

Abso-fucking-lutely. “Please Gai—,”

“Use your words, darling” he nips the shell of your ear, but slightly falters when you shimmy your hips, rolling his already sheathed cock inside you.

“I love you Gai. Please,” you groan. “—please fucking ruin me.”

It’s like flipping a switch. You toss one hand behind you to hold onto his hair, and suddenly he’s jackhammering into your sopping cunt like there’s no tomorrow.

All that comes from your room is your incoherent cries coupled with Gai’s animalistic grunts, and the shaking of your bed mixed with the wet noises of two hormonal bodies heating up the room.

You can barely manage enough energy to throw your leg up to wrap around his ass while he continue to fuck you, using it as some kind of leverage.

You lean back again to lick from his cheek to his ear. “Should you play with my clit or should I?”

It was not meant to be so seductive, but Gai puts his fingers to rub deliciously over your little pearl of pleasure in an instant. His big fingers swirl lovely circles into and around you, and you can feel the build to cloud nine completing.

Gai was groaning like an animal, but fucking like animals had made you as needy as one. You could top him another day— him getting off to your voice did things to you you couldn’t fathom to explain.

He love you talking filthy into his ear, asking him how much he loved to fill you to the brim with his fat cock. It drove him wild.

And wild enough after you keen “fucking hell Gai, you own this pussy. I’m all yours, holy fuck, I’m all yours— I’ll take whatever you can give!” that he comes undone in one of the most powerful orgasms of his life.

Gai’s strangled noises when he comes inside you are akin to a religious awaken. They’re somewhere of a mix between heavy and lighthearted, and they make your head spin.

Then again, everything about him makes your head spin. You loved this man more than anything.

That thought rings across your mind as he keeps pumping into you, and then encircles your clit once more. You follow him over the edge with a scream, gasping like you’ve just run a marathon.

You might as well have.

It takes a moment for both of your movements to still, save for the rise and fall of your chests. Only then does the coldness of the room return, the sweat on both of you chilling to spike goosebumps.

Your legs are wobbly, but you pull yourself around to lay your head on Gai’s chest, and he wraps both of his arms around you again, tightly.

He smells intoxicating, especially when he’s sweaty you think. You love the feeling of his beautiful skin and listening to his breathing. The heartbeat beneath your ear is the most comforting thing he could have offered you.

“I love you Gai...” you wrap your arms around him again this time. “so much.”

His chuckle does your heart so much good. And he returns the sentiment.

The rest of the night he can’t motivate himself to fall asleep, however. You were resting much better as he held you, happy to have him at your side more than ever. And he you.

He was really going to have to do something about the ring burning a hole in his nightstand.

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