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im not a fic writer but im kind of tempted to write something if only for the sole purpose of representing the ways people have to take care of curly hair bc every pjo fic i read doesnt talk about it
#i read maybe 1 that mentioned that curly hair isnt taken care of the way straight hair is but it never really depicted that#it actually showed her straightening her hair a lot even though that DAMAGES the hair but overall it was a good fic and easy to overlook#maybe shes doing stuff to counteract the damage idk#but like no one talks about the need for silk/ satin things to keep the curls intact#annabeth will just SLEEP on COTTON PILLOWS and it GIVES ME ANXIETY#she straight up sleeps on dirt in tlt it made me njkgsjhdjskds#like DUDE youre gonna have to wash that now#but that one fic that did mention it was something i read before i started taking care of my hair and it made me feel validated bc#it described annabeth's stepmom brushing her hair while it was dry and just it being extremely painful#and like yeah for years my mom forced a brush into my hair to make it âneatâ while it was dry and it was torture#and it always looked worse!!!!!! and guess fucking what i was right youre not supposed to brush it dry#my mom wasnt intentionally hurting me but its good to feel validated#crunchyposts#pjo#fics#annabeth#<- unrebloggable for these tags this post is just for me#but like it makes me anxious when they just. dont factor in the fact that annabeth needs things when she sleeps and different shampoos etc
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Drabble List #11
75 prompts to write drabbles or longer stories.
"Oh no, that's heartbreaking."
"Finders keepers, losers weepers."
"I can't believe you've done this."
"You're a little to late for that."
"That's simply rock 'n' roll, baby."
"Give me ice cream. Now!"
"And this is how you do it."
"Such a sad thing to say."
"To be honest, I really don't care."
"It wasn't supposed to end like this."
"I went willingly."
"Why don't I believe you?"
"I want us to have a good relationship."
"I fear absolutely nothing."
"Want a massage?"
"It's a new law, look it up."
"Can you walk a bit faster maybe?"
"I don't know why yet."
"Don't say another word."
"That's something to celebrate!"
"Apologize and we're even."
"I hate that sound."
"This is too small."
"Get used to it."
"Oh, definitely not!"
"I am very disappointed right now."
"This is not practical at all."
"I will not take the blame for this."
"Well, tough luck, my friend."
"That's so tragic."
"No, don't say it, I want to guess!"
"I'm working on myself now."
"Can you please stop thinking so loud?"
"This is stressing me out so much."
"You can't let them get away with that."
"Are you finished, so you'll listen to me?"
"Wow, that's expensive!"
"No, not on my watch."
"That's a new low for you."
"I think, I have always been in love with you."
"You are actually scary."
"That cat hates me!"
"Please, stop looking like you want to kill me."
"Not surprised, but still disappointed."
"You're in for a big surprise."
"And I'm here to save you."
"What a failure."
"Explosive news."
"I need some assistance here."
"Aren't you happy to see me?"
"This is so embarrassing!"
"Does it start with the letter A?"
"Not the right place, not the right time."
"I'm a wonderful human being."
"That's not very nice."
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"I don't even wanna know what you're thinking."
"It's too quiet here..."
"Totally on-brand for me."
"I fail to see how that is my problem."
"Well, I will make it your problem."
"Did you hear a word I said?"
"It's very fashionable."
"What doesn't kill me still hurts."
"Fucked around, found out."
"That's illegal."
"I hope you have insurance."
"Seems like you have to sleep here tonight."
"Could be better, but could also be worse."
"Tell me one thing that's true."
"I'm sick of all the lies."
"No response, as always."
"Do you think that's funny?"
"The train already left."
"Sign your name here. Now."
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DIRTY AIR | Rafe Cameron
MASTERLIST (oneshot) | x Maybank!Female Reader
Summary â When Rafe wants you as a late-night booty call, youâre going to make him work for it. Word Count. 2.2K.
Content â 18+, smut, lots of banter, sexting, fingering, oral (female receiving), and the usual Maybank-Rafe tension. Reader is a bitch, a tease, stubborn, dominant, and uses a dab pen.
lıllılı Breathe (Rap Version) by Blu Cantrell, Sean Paul
When you exit the shower, you receive a text from Rafe.
RC: come over
It's not surprising that he's texting you at this hour. It's half past ten and Rafe is always in a horny mood. You roll your eyes as you type your reply.
You: no thanks
RC: i haven't seen u in forever
You: yeah? and how does that make you feel?
RC: don't be a bitch
You: ur the one texting me
You pause, fingers dancing over the keypad, before deciding to add: show me how much you miss me
You don't get an immediate response, but you don't care, dropping your phone onto the desk, and looking at your reflection through the vanity. The towel covers your body, your hair dripping wet from the recent wash, and your face fresh from makeup.
As you ponder on what to do next, whether you should do a new coat of black polish, your phone buzzes on the desk. Your eyes glance down at the preview, noting it's a photo from Rafe.
A dick pic.
The shot captures his cock fisted in his hand, in the darkness of his bedroom, and the fine muscles of his thighs on display. You feel a pulse of desire shoot to your core.
A text follows: better?
You bite your bottom lip, holding back a smile, and contemplate your response.
You: it isn't worse
RC: fuck off
RC: do u need a ride?
You: i don't remember saying yes
RC: are u serious
You: how do i know that wasn't already loaded on your phone?
The next photo came quickly. This time, in the same position, Rafe sends a picture with his middle finger up, signet ring glistening. You laugh.
RC: ur turn
Just before you can tease him further, another text follows: if i gotta fuck my hand tn, at least give me something to jerk off to
You can't stop the grin from rising on your lips, shaking your head, and deciding, for onceâjust this onceâyou'll be agreeable.
Dropping your towel to the floor, you stand in front of your mirror with nothing but a pair of panties loosely around your hips. You angle the camera in front of the reflection, using one arm to cover your tits. Then, you snap the photo and click send.
The response is instantaneous.
RC: take off ur arm.
You: cant, my tits are meant to be experienced live
RC: ur killing me here
You: poor boy
RC: how am i supposed to jerk off to that
You: use ur imagination
RC: iâd rather have u here
You: is that supposed to be romantic
RC: fuck romance i wanna fuck
You: keep going cameron, iâm swooning
RC: ykw, fuck it, i'm coming over
Your heart stutters and you quickly type a response: no you can't
But you don't receive a reply.
Minutes pass but the text remains unread. Half of you want to pick up the phone and call him but decided against it. It's stupid. You won't be the first to submit. He's not going to take this much energy from you. If Rafe does show up, you simply won't answer the door.
You resume your nightly routine. Changing into an old shirt and shorts, you take a final hit from your dab pen, and just as you're about to head off to bed, a knock on your door reveals JJ.
"What?" You greet your little brother, despite not seeing him the entire day. At least he's home safe.
"I just got back from the Chateau," he informs, causing your brows to pull together.
"Congrats?"
"Thanks," he leans against the wall next to your doorway, right beside your desk, "and guess who I met waiting outside our house?"
Your shoulders drop. "He isn't."
"He is," JJ declares with an obnoxious click of his tongue, shaking his head in that little brother shake of disapproval, but not having any real authority to change the circumstance. "He offered me twenty bucks to convince you to meet him."
You squint your eyes at him. "Did you take it?"
"Of course," JJ holds up the folded twenty between his fingertips and you scoff. "You're gonna meet him anyways. If the Kook's throwing away free money, might as well take it."
You shake your head at him, but truth be told, you would do the same. "You have no loyalty."
"Am I wrong?"
"Yes," you affirm stubbornly, now having another reason not to go to Rafe. "I'm not going to see him."
"That's not what he's saying."
"What? You and Rafe gossiping about me now?"
"Yeah, we're best buds now," he draws sarcastically, before pushing himself off the wall and knocking his knuckles against your desk, as if to test how solid the wood is, before pulling back. "Whatever you do, just don't fuck in the house. The walls are thin and I'd rather not hear you getting freaky."
He walks away, without closing the door, and you yell after him, "Yeah, and remember that whenever you invite Kie over!"
JJ doesn't say anything, flipping you off, but you laugh, and knowing without a doubt that your brother is carrying a similar expression. When JJ leaves, you grab your phone nearby on your nightstand. Still, no text. You wonder if Rafe truly believed JJ was going to fulfill his promise and drag you out of the house.
You decided to test it.
You: ur little plan didn't work
RC: maybe
You: my brother doesn't like u
RC: and i don't like him
You: then why are u here?
RC: thought i made that clear
You: go ask one of ur other girls
RC: nah
The chat bubble comes up before disappearing. Finally, a text comes through: none of them are u
You can't stop the swarm of butterflies from fluttering in your stomach and you hate how easily you fall for his words. Rafe's nothing but a casual fuck, which you're using a little too often, and you decide to push back.
You: i'm not coming outside
RC: maybe
You: i'm going to sleep
RC: then why are u still texting me
You lock your jaw, hating the flush rising to your cheeks from being called out. You decide not to entertain a response, dropping your phone on the nightstand, facing up, and snuggle into your blanket. You're about to close your eyes but the bedroom door remains open.
There's something aggravating about its presence that, with a huff, you throw your comforter off your body and march up to the door to slam it close, flooding the room into complete darkness. When you're about to go back to bed, the tiny space lights up from a notification on your phone.
RC: are u really going to sleep?
You: u thought i was bluffing?
RC: nah, but i just imagined it would be hard
You: why?
RC: because once u close ur eyes, all ur gonna do is picture me
You: ur so full of yourself
RC: ur telling me u won't imagining me between ur thighs rn? my fingers could be rubbing your sweet pussy and get u real nice and wet
RC: ur always so wet for me
You: shut up
RC: and when ur dripping, i finally put my fingers in. just one for now, just to tease u
RC: while i'm fingering u, ur moaning with that sweet little voice of yours, begging me to go faster
RC: i do.
You squeeze your thighs together, feeling the ember of heat spreading from your core and causing your entire body to ache. God, you need release, and you find your free hand between your legs, stroking your panty-clad pussy to find the patch drenched. You hiss from the sensitivity, just as more texts come through.
RC: and when i drop my face down to find ur clit
RC: you'll moan my name, won't you baby?
Your fingers enter your wet pussy, but the girth isn't enough, and while you're pumping yourself, it isn't the same. You're imagining himâgoddamnit, you're imagining himâand how he can do it so much better.
More text pings, but your head is tipped back, trying to bring yourself to your own release with no relief. When minutes pass and nothing but an incessant throb pulses through your core, you decide enough is enough.
Throwing your covers off, you march to the front door and whip it open, finding Rafe leaning against his motorcycle, phone in hand. His eyes immediately find you and a conceited smirk rises to his lips, "changed your mind?"
"Shut up."
You grab his shirt, not bothering for small talk, and pull him into your house, threading through the narrowed space before finding your room. When the door closes, you push Rafe against it, pushing your slick-covered fingers through his mouth, forcing him to suck.
He does, and a look of surprise and lust passes through his features.
"You gonna fuck me like you promised?" You challenge in a whisper.
He pulls your fingers out, "Use me, baby. Make yourself feel good."
With that satisfaction, you're about to turn around to go to your bed, but Rafe tugs on your wrist, pulling you back. "Not so fast."
His lips slam onto yours and Rafe kisses you desperately. You taste yourself faintly on his tongue, and one of his hands cups under your chin before slipping down, pulling at the thin material of your shirt, messing with the hems of your shorts.
Rafe pulls away, teeth tugging at your bottom lip before releasing and mumbling harshly. "I need these fucking clothes off."
"You're here now," you step back just an inch, "do it yourself."
Rafe grabs the hem of your shirt and swiftly peels it off, before both hands land on either side of your waist, slowly, sultrily lowering your shorts as he sinks himself to his knees. Rafe guides you back, allowing you to meet the foot of your bed frame, and when he evicts you of your clothes completely, he pushes you onto the mattress.Â
"Fuck, Maybank," Rafe groans to himself, "you're dripping."
"Like you promised, huh?"
With a smug look, his fingers brush against your aching cunt, rough fingers grazing your slit in vertical strokes. You instantly jolt into his hand, causing him to use his free hand to hold down your hips.
His dark blue eyes are trained on your pussy, and you can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of need to say something. To prompt him to go faster. Rougher.
"This isn't for you," you proclaim with a low rasp, "this is for me."
"Whatever you tell yourself so I can fuck you."
A digit pumps inside youâlike he saidâslow and steady at first, but the girth alone causes you to clench around it. Before long, he adds another and another, curling his fingers inside of you, fingertips grazing against your sensitive walls.
Your head tips back against your sheets, breathy moans escaping you. You feel yourself building up to a white-hot pleasure, the familiar one that you've been chasing ever since his texts, but comes so easily with Rafe.
"Come on, baby," Rafe taunts, going faster. "Scream my name."
"Fuck off, Cameron," you stammer through a moan.
He chuckles to himself. "Close enough."
His face lowers to capture your clit and he sucks hard, making you see stars. Your fingers thread through his hair, pushing him closer to your cunt, throwing your legs over his shoulders.
Rafe usually loves being the dominant one, but something about youâchasing your own pleasure, using him as a mere toy for your own releaseâmakes his inside buzz. He fucking loves it. With you and no one else.
Desperate moans cascade out of your lips, so needy, Rafe is reeling from the sound and safekeeping it into his memory. His name falls from your lips, and he channels his enthusiasm until he's knuckle-deep inside you with his mouth working over your swollen nub.Â
You come hard while Rafe guides you through your orgasm, slowing down his thrusts. Once you ride it to completion, Rafe retreats his fingers and pulls you to the ledge of the mattress, forcing you back into a sitting position.
His eyes leveled with yours, your breathing is harsh while Rafe studies your features. The look on your face post-orgasm, the way your lips are parted with a fuckable pout, and the way your eyes are on him. Only him.
Slowly, you take his hand, the one slick with your arousal, and raise it to your mouth, pushing his fingers between your lips. You suck him clean, never breaking eye contact, and Rafe swears he's never seen a more erotic sight.
When he pulls his hand back, he uses it to cup the nape of your neck and pulls you into a kiss. It came as a surprise to you; the way his tongue plays with yours, tasting you, needing you.Â
Then, a loud banging from one side of your wall causes you to jump back. JJ's voice follows, "Can you keep it down over there?!"
It takes a beat before you burst out laughing, Rafe following. You turn back to him, tilting your head.
"Wanna make some noise?" You ask.
He grins. "Would love to."
"Okay," you grab his shirt, exchanging position, and push him onto your mattress. Your knees on either side of his hips. "My turn."
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While You're Gone
⥠Genre: Fluff, not as sad as the title sounds ⥠Pairing: Bakugou x Fem!Reader ⥠Tags: Aged up, established relationships, clingy/pining/dorky/needy/loser Bakugou (aka regular Bakugou)
You abandoned Bakugou at home to buy groceries alone, you traitor.
Bakugou couldn't forgive this. Currently, he laid flat on the couch, face down. Once you got back, he wouldn't let you rest your weary feet on such a comfy spot. You'd have to deal with him, whether you liked it or not.
He couldn't believe how truly callous you were on the inside. It went against everything he knew of you. Bakugou had dated you for a few years now, and had been in love with you even prior to that. He was dead set on marrying you at this point. And yet... you betrayed him.
He easily recalled the moment, like it was only five minutes ago (it was).
"It won't be long, Katsuki!" you said, while opening your apartment front door. "I promise I'll get you a nice, tasty snack!"
"I'm not a dog, I don't need treats." Bakugou's hands were shoved deep into his pockets as he approached you. "I need my fucking girlfriend. It's our day off!"
"You have your girlfriend every single night," you said, patting his cheek. "You live with your girlfriend every single day of your life. And you kiss your girlfriend every morning before work. You are too needy if you want more than that."
He scowled but did not fight back against your intrusive hand. "A girlfriend is supposed to love me, not leave. Why can't I just go with you?"
"Because if we go together, we'll get distracted again, or you might start another argument with an elderly shopper, or you might even prevent me from making bad purchases! That's why you can't go!"
"But that's--"
"Goodbye, Katsuki! I will see you in a few hours!"
You shut the door behind you. He still couldn't believe it, even now.
As you left, you wondered to yourself one question that had always been on your mind, "What does Bakugou do while you are gone?" If you had a pet camera installed, you would've seen the antics your boyfriend got up to in the following moments...
Time passed by while Bakugou held down the fort. Although Bakugou tried to continue defending the couch, his boredom overwhelmed his spitefulness towards you and it forced him to do something productive.
While you were gone, Bakugou entered argument after argument with anyone he could to blow off some steam. His texts were filled with jabs at Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero, and more. It wasn't long until they correctly guessed that Bakugou's bad mood was due to your absence. Bakugou swiftly blocked them.
When he couldn't complain to other people, Bakugou sometimes grumbled to himself, speaking to nobody as he vented about his day.
"Stupid couch..."
"Stupid food..."
"Stupid bills! Fuck you!"
Occasionally, Bakugou thought you came home early. He would then poke his head around the house, checking to see if you were home. But more often than not it was just the sound of his neighbors' doors opening and closing, and he grew even more irritated than before. You weren't answering your texts either.
What's worse, there were little reminders of you all around the house. It was only natural, seeing as how you two lived here together. Every time Bakugou started focusing on something negative, he'd be reminded of you and how you'd scold him for thinking that way. It felt like you were still scolding him, even now. He missed it already.
Without you around, Bakugou persisted in his negativity. He would walk down to the ground floor of the apartment complex you lived in to get mail and still managed to yell at a minimum of one person during the trip. Bakugou wouldn't stray far from home knowing that you could be back at any minute, and returned soon enough to double-check if you arrived while he wasn't looking. You didn't.
While cleaning up, Bakugou found some clothes that you stole from him in your dresser. He stole them right back and replaced them with other clothes he owned that he thought would look even better on you, hoping you would surprise him one day by wearing them. He thought of himself as quite clever for doing so, and couldn't wait to see when his masterful plots came to fruition.
After cleaning the house, prepping dinner, and fulfilling his daily quota of pissing off a certain number of innocent individuals, Bakugou was exhausted. He had nothing productive left to do. He couldn't get involved in his normal hobbies like working out or hiking because it would take too much time and the day was almost over. He needed you home.
Finally, you opened the door while lugging around heavy groceries. "Katsuki! I'm here!"
"Dammit, text first!" Bakugou rose from the couch to take a bag from your arms.
"Thank you," you said, as you both set the groceries down on the kitchen counter. You kissed him on the lips quickly, but he retaliated with a much stronger kiss that pushed you back a step.
"Your welcome," Bakugou said, teasingly. "Got so bored without ya here. There's only reminders of you around the house."
"Well, it's probably 'cause I live here." You laughed a little and hugged him. Obviously he hugged back. "You can think of me all the time all you want. I give you my full permission."
"So you're haunting my head now, are ya?" Bakugou kissed the top of your head.
"I've always haunted you!" You kissed his chin. "Even before we were together! And I'll haunt you long after I'm gone..."
"Don't say that. I don't want ya gone." He harshly kissed your sweet lips again to prove he was telling the truth. He held your precious face in his hands. "We'll always be together."
"Always. So, what did you do while I was gone?"
"Tch. Why don't you stay home next time? Then you'd know."
You really needed to install that pet camera one of these days...
(Inspired by videos of "what does your cat do while you're away?", only instead of a cat it's your boyfriend! I think the clingy separation anxiety of these cats left at home perfectly matches Bakugou 110%!)
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Coworkers?⊠Something like that (MV33)
Summary: Working in media for a Formula 1 team, you had expected to be behind the scenes, unseen and unnoticed by fans. But catching the eye of one of the drivers and the very public flirting as a result has thrust you into the spotlight Part of my summer event! Warnings: A little suggestive hehe.
It was the perfect job for you. Part of the team you love, far from the spotlight. You were good at it too. Constantly complimented by your boss in meetings on how much engagement some of the content you came up with got. Even the two drivers, who were certainly not known for enjoying media making them do stupid games for the fans, had stopped complaining as much. One driver in particular seemed to really enjoy when you would work with himâŠ
Youâd never been a big fan of Max Verstappen. It wasnât that you disliked him, he was extremely talented of course, and not too bad to look at, but as you had always rooted for the underdog, you couldnât justify ever celebrating his many many wins. But as you got to know him, as he gave you the warmest of welcomes to the team, you changed your mind.Â
You two had been keeping your budding relationship to yourselves. Despite how much you liked each other, until you both had figured out where the relationship was going, it didnât seem wise to tell anyone, especially while you were just finishing your first year with Red Bull. Despite how much you helped improve the teamâs social media presence, if something happened, if it came down to their world champion a few times over, or some girl in media who had only been there for a yearâŠ
Luckily, it did get more serious, very serious. After a long conversation, you both had come to the decision that you wonât say anything explicitly, as Red Bull didnât have rules on dating coworkers that would warrant an official notice to HR, but you wouldnât hide as much.Â
Too bad this decision was made not long before the Drive to Survive team came to film extra content for the show.
It was only supposed to be filler clips. Extra video footage to use with a voiceover to give more time to explain things. âJust pretend we arenât hereâ they had told everyone in the office, and oh boy did you pretend.Â
It was Maxâs fault, 100%. The undisclosed but very apparent relationship between you two was known to everyone at Red Bull at this point, but not the new video crew coming in. And Drive to Survive lives for the dramatics.Â
While it wasnât explicit, a few clips of hand holding (initiated by Max), a kiss on the cheek (given to you by Max), and multiple clips of Max looking at you with nothing but heart eyes, it was hard for anyone watching to ignore.Â
Once the new season came out, fans very quickly caught onto all of the content of the two of you that DTS was trying to be sneaky about putting in. That then led to âinternet sleuthsâ finding all of the behind the scenes content they could get of both of you, and then finding your account you had left public thinking no one would care about the random Red Bull media girl. How stupid you were.
âMax, what the fuck are we supposed to do? Do I delete my account and hope people forget?â You asked, stressed by the sudden spotlight.
âThat would just make it worse and make them less likely to forget. We will just have to⊠be honest, give people enough content to keep them satisfied but not spoiled into needing more.â
He was right. It was almost laughable how he was the voice of reason in this situation when media presence was your job. That is how everything started.
There were no âofficial wag paddock walksâ, you were too busy working to be Maxâs arm candy before a race. But there were a few photos here and there, your team even posted a few BTS moments of the two of you.
âAll you have to do is describe the food you are eating to Checo so he can guess.â You explained to Max for the fourth time, but he was still not listening as he was far too busy appreciating the view of the beautiful woman he got the privilege of calling his girlfriend. âDo you understand?â
As Sergio nudged Max, he responded with a quick, âYes got itâ
âDo not say the name of what you are eating.â
âYes, yes we know.â He absentmindedly said as the two drivers put on their blindfolds.Â
Everyone let out a breath of relief as Max went to lift the spoon to his mouth, the entire crew antsy to finish what was supposed to be a quick video before Max ruined it with his heart eyes and lack of comprehension to anything that came out of your mouth.Â
âWhat the fuck! Itâs ketchup!â Max exclaimed as everyone groaned.
âMax, you werenât supposed to say that!â
âI thought I was guessing what it was! That's why I had the blindfold, no?â
They were in for a long day of shooting.
Max had started a stream, hoping to make it quick so he could join you in bed. Unfortunately, when viewers saw that you were walking through the background, they wouldnât give up until you joined, so neither of you had much of a choice.
Despite how obvious it was that the two of you were together, neither of you had confirmed the status of your relationship. This led to having to ignore about three quarters of the comments you both were getting on the stream.
âWould you like a Red Bull?â Max asked, 45 minutes into what seemed to be a never ending stream.
âNo itâs too late, Iâll go get a water-â
âNope you stay there i'll get it.â Max said, antsy for an excuse to take a moment to himself. The amount of comments about the two of you were starting to piss him off.
He returned to the room to see you answering questions and, while still off camera, he set down the glass and waved to get your attention.
âEnd itïżœïżœ he mouthed, making prayer motions with his hands.
You simply shook your head, you had been having more fun talking to people than he had.
âPlease, I want to go to bed with youâ he mouthed back, wiggling his eyebrows in hopes of conveying he wanted to do much more than simply go to bed. You couldnât stop the giggle that left your mouth at that.
Seeing all the viewers confused, you simply responded, âSorry, my coworker was harassing meâ which had you giggling again as you saw Max get visibly annoyed at his new title.
âOkay guys, bye.â Was all Max said as he quickly returned to the view of the camera and turned off the stream. He then turned to face you, saying nothing as he dragged you to the bedroom, holding you close as he pushed you down onto the bed with him, causing more giggles to leave your mouth/
Giggles which he quickly stopped with a kiss. And then another. And then another.
The makeout session was in full swing when Max finally remembered why he was annoyed.
Quickly pulling away from you, much to your chagrin, he asked, âCoworkers? Is that all we are now?â He teased.
Giving him a less passionate but more loving kiss this time, you responded with, âSomething like thatâ as you both started to remove your clothes.
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pairing: choi beomgyu x you
summary: you should be used to your relationships failing by now, but after finding out your boyfriend, yeonjun, cheated on you, you're devastated yet again. and beomgyu, your best friend, is there to pick up the pieces, just like always. but isn't it a little odd that things just never seem to work out?
genre: romance, angst, smut (MDNI), yandere
warnings: YANDERE!GYU, manipulation, gaslighting, SMUT (MDNI!) creampie, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, dirty talk, degradation, if i missed anything pls lmk!
word count: 5.1k
notes: ... hi. i'm reposting this with major edits but i hope you all still like it!
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do you love your boyfriend? of course. do you trust him? of course. so are you surprised to see a photo of him very clearly making out with another woman? well, of course.
your friends, your family, and even passersby would simply tell you you shouldnât be, though. yeonjun used to be very well known for his sexual escapades, so when you announced he was your boyfriend, nobody was particularly happy for you. especially not your best friend in the whole world, beomgyu.Â
âheâs just gonna hurt you, just like the last one!âÂ
you remember flinching at this. you remember how hurt and indignant you felt at the time. you also remember the silent treatment you gave him, and the cold war that began shortly thereafter. he apologized afterwards, of course, but you had asked him what was so bad about you that he couldnât just believe that yeonjun had changed for you. he was silent at this, which only made you even angrier. it was all pointless in the end, you suppose.
as you sit on beomgyuâs couch, your phone rings again. you have a special ringtone for yeonjun, so you donât even bother to check the caller id before you silence it. heâs been calling you incessantly since you texted him that you saw the picture and were done with him. your face is downcast and if you weren't so consumed by your sadness, you'd notice the faint look of delight in beomgyuâs eyes.Â
âi think you should just block him,â he says as nonchalantly as he can muster. maybe in another state of mind, you'd register the satisfaction in his tone, but right now? all you can sense is his urgency, which can easily be explained away by selfless and sincere concern. just how he likes it.
âyouâre right,â you sigh. âi guess i just donât understand. things were going so well, and then he goes and does this to me. i donât know what i did wrong,â you say while burying your face in your hands. he almost canât control the way his lips want to curl up at this, but heâs become nothing if not a master of containing his true emotions. heâs kept them from your prying eyes for years, after all.
âaww, baby. itâs not you, itâs him. heâs just not the right guy for you,â he coos, but for some reason, you canât help but be annoyed at his kindness.Â
âi know you want to say i told you so, so say it,â you snap, pulling your face from your hands and scowling at him.
âi donât want ââÂ
âif you wanted me to learn my lesson, iâve learned it, alright? i don't need to be taught again,â you say with a huff. you know youâre being unreasonable. you know youâre being a bitch, but you just canât help it. who told beomgyu to be right about your potential partners all the damn time? fuck his crazy-accurate intuition.
he looks genuinely hurt by your harsh words, though, so you canât help but feel a wave of regret wash over you. youâre drowning in it, even, as you watch his puppy eyes gloss over.
âbeomie, baby, iâm so sorry,â you say, gently grabbing his face with one hand and pushing his long hair behind his ear with the other. âi know iâm being awful to you when youâre just trying to help.â
âitâs okay,â he says solemnly, looking like a kicked puppy. âas long as youâre sorry.â somehow, his easy acceptance of your apology makes you feel even worse. you pull him in for a hug and he buries his face in your neck to a) soak up your scent and b) hide his growing smirk. but youâre too caught up in your feelings to notice.
âitâs really okay,â he assures once you part.
âno, it isnât. iâm being a shitty friend. how about you stay over tonight? we can watch a movie and iâll order something for us to eat,â you suggest. he graciously accepts your peace offering and the night is spent with giggles and an overt amount of cuddling.
as youâre drifting off to sleep, you feel beomgyu plant a kiss on your forehead. to anyone else, this might come across as oddly intimate, but you know better. people have said that you two would make a good couple, but you two do nothing but laugh it off every time. they just donât understand your dynamic. heâs a man like any other, you guess, but seeing him as anything other than a friend is simply laughable. you know he feels the same exact way about you, too, which is why you are unfazed by his next words.Â
âi love you. itâs just â i just love you so much, you know?â he whispers.
âaww, beomie. you know i love you, too. youâre my best friend in the whole world,â you murmur as sleep finally overcomes you.
if the lights were on, youâd see how his face falls and contorts into something like a grimace.
-
yeonjun has been spamming you like crazy, so you listen to beomgyu and block his number as well as his social media accounts. you think this whole chapter of your life is over, but, as always, you are wrong.
a week or so after your messy breakup, a sudden knock at your door pulls your attention away from mindless scrolling on your phone. you don't think much of it â itâs probably just beomgyu with some takeout, or something. however, when you look through the peephole, you realize that yeonjun is not finished bothering you just yet.Â
âbaby, please. i know youâre there. please, just open up. iâll explain everything!â he pleads. youâre not particularly known for your callousness of heart, so it doesnât take much more begging for you to feel guilty and let him in. you open your door with a sigh.Â
âthank you!â yeonjun says with a look of pure relief as he hurriedly enters your apartment. he takes a seat on your couch (unprompted, you might add) and takes a shaky breath. you cautiously seat yourself on the other end of the couch and prepare to listen to whatever bullshit he has conjured up for your viewing pleasure before you decide that itâs best just to cut to the chase. ripping the band-aid off, and all that.
âlook, i donât care that youâre sorry. thereâs nothing you can say to make me change my ââÂ
âit was beomgyu!â he exclaims before you can get another word out.
â... what?â you ask confusedly. where the hell is he going with this?
âthe girl, the picture, fucking everything was all his fucking fault. he did it,â he rants. oh. he must think youâre fucking stupid.
âyeonjun, please donât waste my time,â you sigh. âi think you should leave,â you add, getting up from your seat.
âwait!â he pleads, reaching for your hand and gently pulling you back down. âremember how i always told you that i had a weird feeling about him? like how something always felt⊠off?â oh well. if he wants to continue putting on a show, then so be it. besides, itâll be a funny story to tell beomgyu later on.
you nod.
âwell, he always looked at me weirdly. like, whenever iâd walk into the room, there was always this⊠this tension and i never knew why, but i understood it as soon as we made things official. itâs because he likes you.â youâre silent for a moment and yeonjun actually thinks heâs getting through to you before you burst into near-maniacal laughter. his face falls.
âbeomgyu? beomgyu likes me?â you say between giggles. beomgyu loves you like a sister. no way in hell does he harbor a shred of romantic love for you.Â
âyouâre not listening,â he grunts, slightly tugging at his own hair in frustration. âheâs always been weird, and the other night at the bar, he introduced me to that girl you saw me âkissingâ. they kept giving me drinks until i could barely fucking see straight. then she kept coming onto me, but i said no. i finally told her to kick rocks, but the next thing i knew was that she was kissing me. i know it sounds crazy, but you have to believe me.â you want to dismiss everything heâs saying, but his utter sincerity seems to strike a chord within you. you canât say you believe him, but he continues before you can properly digest his words.
âthink about it. why the hell would i cheat in such a public place where all of our friends hang out? don't you think i would be smarter than that? and even if i wasn't, you know me. you know i would never cheat on you.â he seems desperate now, but itâs still hard to believe that beomgyu orchestrated this entire thing instead of the very real possibility that yeonjun just got drunk and acted recklessly.
âalright, this isnât funny anymore. you need to stop,â you warn, not liking how much heâs making sense.
âthink,â he repeats with conviction.
so you do. you think back to all of the tumultuous relationships youâve had until now. they've all ended in different ways, yes, but they all had one common denominator: beomgyu. oh, beomgyu saw your boyfriend getting cozy with his ex. youâre having an argument with your boyfriend? beomgyu thinks heâs a piece of shit because of how he treats you, you obviously deserve better! wait, your boyfriend keeps taking too long to text you back? heâs just losing interest! itâs clearly better to break it off now rather than getting too invested when youâre inevitably going to break up, anyway. and all the other greatest hits. your face twists from focused to horrified as the realization sinks into your bones. it's beomgyu. itâs always been beomgyu.Â
you look to yeonjun with pure shock in your eyes and he meets your gaze with a look of sympathy. you finally get it.Â
âjunie, iâm so sorry,â you say, tears springing into your eyes. âiâm so sorry i doubted you.âÂ
âitâs okay,â he replies with a melancholy smile. âhe manipulated you.âÂ
âdoes⊠does that mean weâre back together now?â you ask, voice tinged with hope. his smile falters at your question, and you feel a sense of dread.
âi need some time,â he says after a pause, dropping his hand from yours. âyou really hurt me. i understand that beomgyu manipulated you, but it really hurts that you didn't trust me, you know?âÂ
âi understand,â you quietly reply. youâd be hurt if the tables were turned â itâs only natural. you just hope to god above that you havenât let beomgyu ruin another good thing for you.
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beomgyu is confused as to why youâve been ignoring him for the better part of a week. you donât respond when he texts or calls, and his intuition is telling him that it has something to do with yeonjun. maybe youâre just shutting down because of the breakup? it was particularly brutal this time around, after all. heâs lucky that yeonjun has such a lascivious sexual history, or else you might not have bought his little charade, even with the proof presented directly in front of you. thatâs how much you love(d) yeonjun. the thought causes jealousy to rear its ugly head in his stomach, but whatever. thereâs no way youâre going back to him after the way the scandal has made its way through your social life. even if you do want to get back together with him, there's no way your pride will let you. your pride has been a particularly nasty sort of obstacle in beomgyuâs pursuit of you, but itâs absolutely delicious to be able to use it against you like this. serves you fucking right.
still, itâs his job as your dutiful best friend to cheer you up. with this in mind, he picks up your favorite takeout and heads to your place. he smiles when he imagines the way youâll gratefully embrace him once you realize that heâs here for you. maybe this time youâll understand that heâs always been the one whoâs there for you when someone hurts you. maybe this time will be his big break, finally freeing him from the purgatory he has been in for god knows how long.
he knocks on your door with a hopeful smile on his face. surprisingly, youâre swinging the door open mere seconds later with your eyes similarly lit up with hope.
âyeonâ oh. itâs you,â you say, deflating immediately. thereâs a certain sense of resentment in your tone that he catches onto, but he chalks it up to disappointment. his face falls. goddamn it. damn it all to hell.
âi brought you some food to cheer you up,â he says while shaking the plastic takeout bag, completely ignoring the slip of another manâs name.Â
he invites himself in, slipping off his shoes and sitting down on the couch as he usually does.Â
he waits for you to join him, but when he looks up at you, all he sees is you staring at him, arms crossed and face contorted in anger. surely you canât be that upset that heâs not yeonjun, right? now that he thinks about it, why would you be expecting yeonjun, anyway? hadnât you effectively cut him off? did you talk to him and take him back after all that (you think) heâs done? that canât be right. unless⊠unless you actually let him talk to you. oh god, please tell him thatâs not what happened.
âwhatâs wrong?â he asks, face devoid of anything deeper than curiosity and worry.Â
youâre silent for a moment before you carefully choose your next words.
âi talked to yeonjun,â you reply, and his heart sinks to his stomach. âhe told me some⊠interesting things.â
beomgyu hopes you donât notice how hard he gulps. you do not.
âwhat did he say?â he asks, face tense but still showing no clear signs of guilt.Â
âhe told me what happened that night. he told me how you got him drunk and basically forced that girl onto him. he also said that youâre the reason none of my relationships work out,â you declare, opting to stop beating around the bush and just get some answers. you study his face for a crack of some sort, but there is none.
âand what do you think?â he asks quietly.
âi think⊠i think he might be telling the truth,â is what you say, but youâre sounding increasingly unsure with every word because beomgyu looks more hurt than youâve ever seen him.
âyou believe him over me?â he asks, voice cracking and lips trembling with his brown eyes glossed over in what you can only describe as devastation. god, either beomgyuâs a really good actor, yeonjunâs a really good actor, or youâre just fucking stupid.
âi⊠i donât know what to think, beomgyu,â you whisper after a pause. all he does is nod before his next words pierce your heart.
âis that why youâve been ignoring me?â
jesus christ. you were so sure that yeonjun was telling the truth when he told you about beomgyu, so ignoring him only seemed natural under the circumstances, but he looks every bit like the victim in light of your accusations. his trembling lips and wounded gaze make you want to strangle yourself for ever doubting him. as you feel yourself being consumed with remorse, though, you remember the sincerity and desperation in yeonjunâs words. maybe this was all a huge misunderstanding? maybe theyâre both convinced that theyâre right?Â
ây-yes. iâm sorry. i was just confused. maybe he just misunderstood?â you babble. he likes your hesitancy, but itâs still wearing on his patience. as much as he wants to say he canât believe that youâd question him because of some guy you dated, he can believe it when it comes to you. you always, always, always hurt him like this, and heâs had just about enough.
âand what if itâs true?â he asks, pathetic facade wiped clean off of his face while something more somber replaces it entirely. your eyes lock with his and youâre stunned silly.Â
âwhat?â is all you can manage to reply with.Â
âwhat if i pushed that girl onto yeonjun? what if i ruined all of your relationships? what would you do?âÂ
âso itâs true?!â is all you can say, guilt flaring into sheer rage and hurt.Â
âso what if it is?â he asks, as if he doesnât comprehend how twisted this is.
âso⊠so how could you do that to me?!âÂ
âi was only doing whatâs best for you,â he impatiently replies. âthey were only gonna hurt you, canât you see that? even before i did anything, there were still all those men who cheated on you, lied to you, used you. whatâs wrong with wanting to protect you from people like them? i just couldnât stand to see you living like that!â he argues, clearly believing heâs completely justified in all of this.
sure, youâve been hurt before even without his intervention, but that doesnât mean he can just play puppeteer in your love life to âprotectâ you from anything similar happening ever again. you trusted him and he manipulated you. he acted like a knight in shining armor this entire time while knowingly sabotaging any potentially good thing that could come your way. and he did it all because he wants to protect you? bullshit.Â
âyou know, i thought that even if everyone other man in the world could hurt me, you never would,â you say shakily, either from sadness or anger. maybe both. âi guess i was wrong.â
âhurt you?! hurt is watching the person you love fuck other people over and over and over again! hurt is watching you laugh me off and never even fucking considering me as an option, goddamn it!â he yells while slamming his hand on your coffee table.Â
âso your solution was to fuck up every relationship i have just to have me to yourself?! do you not realize how fucked up that is?!â you yell back, trying to appear unfazed by his increasingly enraged behavior. he seems to falter at this, genuinely at a loss for words at your unforgiving pinpointing of his erratic actions. the desperate, eager-to-please beomgyu you know all too well is finally back and you feel your confidence surge because of it.
âi only did that because ââ
âwhy? because you love me? or think you do?â you mock with a hollow laugh. âyou donât purposely ruin the life of someone you love.â he looks genuinely wounded by your words.Â
âbut i ââ
âi donât care. get out,â you say mercilessly. youâre absolutely through with listening to his fucked up ideations about love and what his twisted moral compass deems as justified because of it. youâre so preoccupied with preaching on your soapbox, you donât even realize his attitude has once again shifted from the compliant beomgyu to the one you donât recognize at all.Â
â... no,â he says flatly.Â
âdid you not fucking hear me? i said get out,â you repeat through clenched teeth. normally, your raised hackles would be enough to scare him off, so you figure heâll tuck his tail and leave right about now. oh, how wrong you are.
âare you deaf?â he asks with a sneer. âi said no.â
âwhat do you mean, no?â you ask. somewhere in the depths of your mind, alarm bells begin ringing, but itâs far too late to heed them. plus, youâre still under the impression that heâll bend to your will.Â
âoh, so youâre not deaf. just stupid,â he snorts. your jaw is agape at his audacity. beomgyu has caught an attitude and gotten fresh with you before, sure, but nothing like this. to say youâre dumbstruck would be to put things in the mildest of terms. you can barely get out your next sentence.
âw-what do you mean?âÂ
âiâm not leaving this apartment,â he says firmly, and before you can even ask him to explain, heâs dragging you away with a painful grip.
âow! beomgyu, youâre hurting mââÂ
âshut up. i told you what real hurt is, but you're not fucking listening. i don't want to hear another word come out of your mouth,â he says in a monotone voice. if the alarm bells were ringing in the depths of your mind before, theyâre absolutely blaring at the forefront of your brain right now.Â
âwhat are y-you ââ
âi thought i told you to shut up,â he snaps before roughly grabbing your face and planting his lips on yours. the kiss is crude. itâs absolutely vulgar with the way itâs all tongue and teeth and saliva, but after a few seconds of uncertainty, you find yourself melting into it. this is wrong. you two are the best of friends, almost like brother and sister. and more than that, you love yeonjun, right? youâre supposed to be working on getting back together with him, arenât you? but your reason starts to be sucked away as you feel his hands caress your body, leaving nothing but fire in their wake.
you donât know how you got here, almost completely naked as you lay on your back while beomgyu continues attacking your lips. itâs blazing hot and you canât help but feel your underwear becoming wet with every moan that escapes his mouth and consequently reverberates onto your tongue. as if he already knows the intricacies of your internal battle, one of his hands finds its way to your now soaking wet pussy and he uses his index and middle fingers to spread the slickness around. he swirls his fingers around your hole and just barely pushes one of them into the entrance. you gasp at the shallow intrusion and you can feel his notorious shit-eating grin pressed across your lips as he feels how tight you are. youâre ridiculously turned on and he knows it. he pauses his actions only to unzip his pants and yank them down to his knees. your eyes widen at what you can only describe as his huge appendage, all reddened and already leaking. you feel your cunt throbbing with even more need at the sight, but your last shred of reason still makes you hesitate.
âbeomgyu, we can't⊠we're friends, and yeonjun is ââ
âcanât you just let me make you feel good? god, youâre making this so difficult, but what the fuck else is new,â he growls.Â
he's right. you are making things difficult. there's no way of salvaging your friendship after this, so what's the point in holding back now? you realize that while he may be absolutely unhinged, his feelings for you are real. do you reciprocate them? you donât know yet, but the thought of him doting on another person the same way he dotes on you makes you feel uneasy. as for yeonjun? well, he deserves better than the cesspool of turbulent emotions that you currently find yourself in.Â
âyou still sure you donât want me?â he asks cockily. you, with all of your pride, can only muster up a feeble shake of your head. he knew the answer before you gave it to him, but his condescending gaze shows you that your words have scratched a certain itch of his.
he rubs his hardened length against your folds and itâs all you can do to resist locking your ankles around his waist and pulling him into you, but something stops you. protection. you donât even have to say it, because he knows you too well for your own good.
âlet me fuck you raw,â he says breathily, just barely poking his length into your tight hole. âi know you need it, baby. just let me take care of you.â youâre silent for a moment before pinching out your next words.
âp-pull out?â he wonât because he knows youâll be begging him for his cum when heâs done with you, and you already know he wonât, even when he nods and promises he will. you don't know why you even asked.Â
the ache you feel to have him buried inside you is quickly replaced by the ache you feel once he begins to stretch you out. itâs a stinging, burning sort of pain, but thatâs nothing in comparison to the pure pleasure you feel as his flared tip drags along your walls. he begins with thrusting shallowly, fucking you open like youâre a virgin, and youâre so tight while heâs so big, you might as well be.Â
painfully slowly, he pushes each and every inch of himself into your gummy hole. he reaches places you didnât even know existed and stretches you open so good all you have the brainpower to call the sensation is fullness. overwhelming fullness. when he finally sheathes himself in you completely, a strangled cry leaves both of your throats as you feel him throbbing inside of you and he, in turn, feels you pulsating around him.Â
after you adjust, you expect him to start drilling into you with reckless abandon, but he does nothing of the sort. just watches you with a strange look on his face.Â
âb-beomie? what are you doing?â you ask pathetically, head raising up from its place on the pillows to meet his wanton gaze.
âbeg me for it.â
âbeg for wââ your question is interrupted by a sharp smack on your sensitive pussy.Â
âbeg me for it. beg me to fuck you like a whore. i wonât tell you again,â he says menacingly. your bleary eyes are so confused, so stupid, and so, so cute, but heâs determined to use the last of his self-control to get you to feel even a fraction of the desperation heâs felt for years. well, even if you donât, heâll spend the whole night fucking you dumb until you do. but youâre so hungry for his dick, you donât even realize that heâs bluffing.
finally, you understand what heâs asking of you, and you waste no time to comply.Â
ân-need your cock, beomie. need you to make me f-feel good,â you say, trying to retain even a semblance of your dignity. this brings a mean smirk to his face, but heâs not done with you, yet.
âsurely you can do better than that?â he taunts, rocking his hips ever so slightly so you can feel every inch of his length and girth teasingly hitting your cervix, but providing no relief. fuck your dignity. you need him.
âplease! please, i need you! need your cock to fill me up!â you whine.
âmhmm, and?â
âneed you to fuck me! need you to fill me up with your cum!â well, there goes your resolve to have him pull out. this seems to satisfy his sadistic desires.
âoh, my love. all you had to do was ask,â he says with a grin. and thatâs when he starts.Â
his hips meet yours in the most punishing way, and thatâs what this is: a punishment for the way youâve treated him all these years. you can feel it in the way that his fingernails dig into your skin and in the way that he mercilessly presses down on your tummy until all you can feel is pressure building up to something unknown.
âwho else can fuck you like this? who else can split you open like this?â he asks as lewd squelches reverberate throughout the room.Â
ân-nobody! only you, beomie!â you cry.
âthatâs my good girl, such a good girl. baby just needs me to use her like a fucktoy, right?â and all you can do is whine and clench in carnal need as the poor springs of your bed squeak with every unforgiving thrust.
âoh, you like that, donât you?â he snickers. âyou like being my little whore. youâre just a toy for me, alright? free to use whenever i feel like it.â you nod in agreement and he lets out a chuckle as he pounds into you at an unimaginable speed, balls slapping your ass with every fiery thrust. each time he pumps into you, your pussyâs clamping down on him and sucking him in like thatâs where heâs meant to be. and maybe it is.Â
âgod, iâm close,â he groans after pumping into you for what feels like hours, and you whimper like a bitch in heat. âhoney, donât worry,â he tuts. âiâll fuck you every day, iâll fill you with my cum so you canât leave. not that youâll want to after this. youâre made for me, made to be my cumdump whenever i want.âÂ
ây-yes!â you shriek, somehow liking the idea of being full of his cum forever and ever.Â
âthatâs my girl. baby just wants me to fuck her good. thatâs all you needed, right? thatâs why youâve been such a brat. you just needed me to show you what itâs like to be fucked right,â he says, rolling your clit for good measure, which is enough to make you reach your high as it comes crashing down around you. beomgyu wasnât lying when he said he was close, so when he feels you clenching around his big cock as if youâre milking him for all that heâs worth, you feel it twitching before hot bursts of cum paint your inner walls until youâre leaking white and seeing stars. he continues with slow, lazy pumps until he softens. you stay like that for an indeterminable amount of time, breathing raggedly while your bodies are overcome with thrums of delight.Â
when he finally pulls out and lays down beside you, bodies slick with sheens of sweat, he pushes your hair back behind your ear and plants a kiss on your temple. shakily, he takes his hand and rubs it along your distended tummy, full of his cum. he lovingly strokes it with an awed smile on his face.
âsuch a good girl for me,â he repeats. âi canât wait until youâre pregnant. youâll have as many babies as i can give you, right?â and all you can do is nod deliriously. he smiles in satisfaction as you eagerly agree to his every nasty, perverted thought. âgod, i love you so much. and you love me too, right? say it. say you love me.â
âi love you.â and you realize that you do. this man is deranged, but heâs yours, and for better or for worse, you're his. especially now that you might very well be carrying his children. and even if you arenât, you know heâll make good on his promises to keep fucking you until you are. should you be glad that he effectively ruined every potential relationship for you? you were unsure before, but you realize that nobody has or ever will love you as much as he does, even if he has a demented way of showing it. well, it is what it is. thereâs no way out after this.
notes pt. 2: i hope this goes over better after the editing!
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for ungodly hour couple can we have jk flirt with another girl or smth to try and get a reaction out of oc so he can be like "told you youre down bad look how jealous you got" but it backfires bc she flirts w someone else right back but it ends with them fucking anyway and making up đđ«¶
I actually like the idea of that so I'll just make a quick one-shot of it đ€Ł
ungodly hour
Word Count: 4.297
Warning: jealous reader, jealous jungkook, smut, yelling, kissing, dirty talking, simp jungkook, tsundere reader ofc, 69 position, oral (f/m receiving), spitting, competative jk sigh, face riding, competence kink, cum-swallowing,
âWell, well,â Jimin says as he looks up to spot you. Heâs seated inside the college library at a once empty desk before you occupied it. âIf it isnât Y/N.â
You want to roll your eyes at the tone in Jiminâs voice. âIn the flesh.â you say.
âWhat do I owe the unwelcomed visit?â Jimin drops the pen he was using to continue speaking with you.
âUgh, Jimin, cut the shit.â you place your bag upon the table. âJungkook told me you like me and us together.â
Jimin snickers. âI enjoy seeing my friend happy, I suppose.â he shrugs.Â
âI guess that means weâre the same.â you retort.
âI'd like to say youâre more of a bitch with an attitude.â Jimin scoffs.
Your eyes widen, but you donât want to say what you really want to - you and he would be bantering in the library and kicked out.Â
You take a deep breath. âIâm going to regret this.â you murmur more to yourself than to Jimin, but the man hears and now heâs intrigued. âI need your help.â
Jimin is in fact intrigued. His attention is fully on you now. âMy help?â
You nod.
âWhat can I give you that you canât go to Jungkook for?â Jimin snickers.
You donât answer and noticing, Jimin begins to smirk.Â
âWhat do I get out of it?âÂ
You sigh loudly. âWhat do you want?â you grumble, eyes glaring at the older man.
âFirst, tell me what you want.â Jimin closes his textbook, finding you here before him more interesting.
You swallow. Your body was feeling hot with nerves.
You hoped Jimin wouldnât laugh in your face and further humiliate you - or even make it worse by telling Jungkook.Â
âI want to make Jungkook jealous.â you murmur so low that Jimin has to think hard to see if heâs heard you correctly.Â
Jimin then begins to chuckle to himself, leaning back into the library chair. âAh, so he was right when he told me you were jealous.â
You widen your eyes. âHe told you that?!â you hiss lowly, feeling your hands clenched into fists.Â
It was a week prior when it began. You and Jungkook had classes that same day, him being done only an hour before yours ended. He had texted you that heâd be in the dining hall - typical for Jungkook and his near never ending hunger. Youâd usually always catch him there with someone - his friends, mostly.
That day, however, it was neither. It was a person youâve never seen before - a girl.Â
You recall the way your pace slowed as you caught where he stood, her across from him. He was nodding to something she was saying. It happens suddenly, however, the way Jungkook responds back (inaudible to you) and the girl laughs loudly. You are only a few feet away when you see the way she touches Jungkookâs chest, coming even closer.
Jungkook looks directly behind the girl and his lips form a smile. âY/N!â he had called your name, nodding to the girl before making his way towards you. Your eyes locked to the girl he was speaking to - the look in her eyes was one you were all too familiar with. âYou ready to go?â he asks you and you nodded your head, remaining silent.
âYes, he did.â Jimin smirks at your reaction. âSaid you were snappy the entire time.â
âI was not.â you declare, but you were. After all, Jungkook pursued you for months before you gave him a chance before you ultimately agreed to being his girlfriend. He had to know that was a privilege.
âSure.â Jimin shrugs at your obvious lie. âThen why are you trying to make him jealous?â
You were beginning to regret coming to Jimin - you didnât need him going to Jungkook with this. It would just fuel his teasing and thatâs not something you wanted.Â
You didnât consider yourself to be the jealous type and you didnât care who Jungkook was friends with - male or female. However, it was the way Jungkook reacted. His mind clicked when you were a bit distant and snappy, and thatâs where it began. âYouâre jealous.â he says, stopping in his tracks suddenly. You and he were halfway to his car when he made the revelation, eyes wide and soon, a smirk forming onto his lips. âThatâs good. That means weâre one step closer to admitting you like me.â
And it didnât get better. At every given chance, Jungkook would bring up Sia - the girl he was speaking to. âSia said this ice-cream shop downtown is good. We should go.â, âSia says this movie was good, letâs watch it together.â and it went on and on until you eventually snapped at him.
 Jungkook does it for a reaction - a scoff, a roll in your eyes or even a glare. When you snapped at him, declaring âIf youâre going to keep talking about what she likes then you mind as well fuck her.â, itâs disgusting to admit that your tone turned him on - mixed with the angered look in your eyes.Â
It gets the man going knowing that even you could be jealous. Maybe it wasnât the right thing to do, but he enjoys teasing you. âYouâre so down bad for me, baby. I can see it in your eyes.â heâd say. âYou know youâre the only girl for me, Y/N. You donât have to be jealous.â
âGive him a taste of his own medicine.â you shrug your shoulders. You didnât want to go into any more detail with Jimin, after all, Jungkook was his friend. He probably already knows enough.
And know enough Jimin does. It was a week ago today when he got a call from Jungkook, asking for advice. âMaybe sheâs jealous.â Jimin told him over the phone. âYou can be oblivious to when girls are flirting with you.â
âWho? Sia?â Jungkook had scoffed. He hasnât thought about other girls in months, not since he and you became intimate. âI never knew Y/N could get like thatâŠâ Jungkook trailed off, a tone that was all too familiar to Jimin. The younger man was plotting.
âYouâre going to make her jealous, arenât you?â Jimin scoffed. âI donât think thatâs wise.â
âYouâre team Y/N now?â Jungkook asked. âIâm not going to flirt with Sia or even be around her. I just want Y/N to admit that she likes me.â he revealed truthfully. âWithout me having to fuck it out of her.â
âDoes her being with you not mean she likes you?â Jimin furrows his brows. Jungkook could be on the dumb side sometimes and the fact that he had to defend you made him want to gag. But for months it was apparent that you liked Jungkook more than youâd let on - Jimin had to hear it when Jungkook called him nearly in tears when you called yourself âhis girlâ.
âStop trying to sound smart, hyung. I just want to hear her say it.â And thatâs where it began - each time Jungkook got a reaction out of you, heâd tell Jimin. It was a matter of time before youâd snap - and you did; now sitting before him.
âI see. I help you and you help me.â Jimin leans forward. âStarting with what I want.â
You wait for Jimin to speak, and when he does, youâre left dumbfounded.Â
âWhatâs the password to all of the streaming services?â
You blink a few times, trying to register what Jimin said. âThatâsâŠout of everything you can ask for-â
âI need to get back to The Real Housewives.â Jimin waves you off. âNow, passwords before I help you.â
âYNloves97.â you tilt your head.
Jimin rolls his eyes. âI hate simps.â he murmurs, but he writes it down on a sheet of paper before turning his attention back to you. âNow, how far are you trying to go?â
You swallow. âNot that far.â you admit. You couldnât see yourself flirting with someone else - besides, Jungkook would know you were trying to make him jealous and that would make his head grow even bigger.
âI know my friend, Y/N. If you try too hard, heâs not going to fall for it. You have to be subtle.â Jimin exclaims. âHe knows how unapproachable you are.â
âUnapproachable?â youâre taken aback once more at Jiminâs choice of words. âWhat does that mean?â
âExactly what I said. You have a resting bitch face and youâve turned down so many guys that no one wants to approach you anymore. Jungkook is seen as a conqueror for being able to have you.â Jimin states matter-of-factly.
You sigh in defeat because damn was Jimin correct. You recall back when Jungkook and you went on the âpicnic-movie-dinnerâ and he exclaimed how he knows there's guys that want you, but he was the one that had you.
Fuck Jeon Jungkook.
Jimin swallows, a disdainful look in his eyes. âDo you want to hangout?â
âWhat?â
âDo youâŠwant to hangout?â Jimin repeats, appearing even more disgusted. âItâs part of the plan, trust me.â
âI-I guess.â you murmur, unsure of how this was going to go. But Jimin and Jungkook were best friends and if you were going to trust anyone about your plan, itâd have to be him.
The following week goes by and Jungkook notices a shift.
The most uncommon shift was you and Jimin together. When you had told Jungkook that you couldnât study with him because you were doing so with Jimin, he had laughed. He assumed it was a joke, until it wasnât.
Jungkook was fine with it, of course. He wanted you and Jimin to get along.
What Jungkook wasnât fine with was the amount of times youâd speak of Jimin and how, in your words, âHeâs actually fun to be around.â, âI convinced Jimin to listen to this podcast with me while we studiedâ, âItâs okay, Iâll just ask Jimin.â - and the fact that you were going to someone else for something instead of him was what truly got his blood boiling.
âI invited Jimin, hope thatâs okay.â you said, dropping next to Jungkook. You were in the living room of your home, Chaeyoung showering up the stairs and soon joining you and him. It was only a study session - exams coming just around the corner.Â
âDid you?â Jungkook snickers. âWhy?â
âWhy not?â you shrug with a short giggle. âDonât we all need to study?â
Jungkook remains quiet, not wanting to think too much into it.
There was no way he was jealous. Jimin was his friend and there was no reason to be.
But when there was a knock on the door. You had risen to answer it, and that was the cherry on top - the way you hugged Jimin, greeting him with a wide smile.
You hadnât even hugged Jungkook that way - or even appeared to be happy that he was there. When did you and Jimin grow so close? It wasnât long ago that you were butting heads over streaming services. Now, the two of you were hugging, your arms wrapped firmly around him.
âIs the plan still on?â Jimin murmurs to you, feeling the burning hole Jungkook is burning through him.Â
âYes.â you murmur back. You avoid Jungkookâs eyes, especially when you feel Jimin light tap the low of your back.
Jungkook watches your next move, not taking his eyes off of you. You bring yourself back next to Jungkook on the couch, finally meeting his eyes. He doesnât say anything to you, only watching with tense eyes.
âI ordered pizza.â Chaeyoung says, almost on cue. Her hair is damp as she comes through. âShould be here in a few.â
You want to laugh at how giddy you feel right now. Jungkookâs reaction. You arenât going to feel guilty - he started this first.
It was Jiminâs idea after all. âI would rather die than flirt with you.â Jimin snarls. The feeling was mutual. âBut Jungkook is a territorial person. Heâll grow jealous of you hanging out with anyone that isnât him.â
And thatâs where it began - the constant âstudyâ sessions that truly had you and Jimin bickering with one another. âI agreed to listen to your murder podcast but watching The Real Housewives of New Jersey is where you draw the line?â Jimin snapped one day.
However, Jimin was correct. He knew Jungkook like the back of his hand and his plan was working smoothly.Â
A study session always started well and ended with loud chatter and laughs - only Jungkook sulked on the couch, while you, Chaeyoung and Jimin gathered around the low coffee table to eat.
âHere, try this.â Jimin shoves his pizza in your face - it has a variety of toppings on it and you want to gag at the sight of it. You want to shake your head because damn did it look disgusting, toppings nearly falling all over the place, but Jimin eyes widen and he slightly nods.Â
You open your mouth and take a bite, allowing Jimin to feed you the pizza - and Jungkookâs had enough of watching you and him.
âY/N doesnât even like all those toppings.â Jungkook hisses, shoving the pizza away from you. It falls into Jiminâs lap sloppily, and the older man groans.
âKook, what the hell?â Jimin cleans the pizza from his lap, glaring at his younger friend. âWhatâs your problem-â
âI think you should go.â Jungkook exclaims.
âNo he doesnât.â you are quick to defend Jimin, and inside youâre screaming, wanting to laugh in Jungkookâs obviously jealous face. âWhatâs going on with you?â
Jungkookâs taken aback. âSince when are you and Jimin friends?â he hisses, not intending for his voice to be as low. âJiminâs my friend.â
Luckily youâve told Chaeyoung the plan, or she would have thought you had two friends fighting for you. She takes a sip of her soda to hide her laughter.Â
âPlease donât fight over me.â Jimin chuckles. âThereâs enough of me to go around.â
âYou should be happy that Iâm being friends with your friends.â you cross your arms. âOr do you prefer we butt heads?â
Jungkook would prefer you and Jimin to do nothing at all, like before. He hides his remark because in the end, Jimin was his friend and he truly would never accuse anything of him - but he couldnât help how he feels.
âCan I talk to you in private, Y/N?â Jungkook murmurs, his eyes intense.
Jimin watches as you and Jungkook walk up the stairs and down the hall, not speaking until he hears a door close.
âTurn the TV up.â Chaeyoung says suddenly, taking a bite of her pizza. âTheyâre going to fuck it out right about now.â
Jimin doesnât have to be told twice.
âWhat the fuck are you doing with Jimin?â Jungkook hiss as soon as the door to your bedroom is closed. âAnd donât give that mush-mouth shit either, Y/N.â
You shrug. âThe same thing youâre doing with Sia.â
Jungkook stops in his tracks. You sit at the edge of your bed with crossed arms.
âSia?â Jungkook looks at you as if he had no idea what you were speaking of. âSia?â he repeats.
âSia.â you mock with a scoff. âYes, Jungkook.â
Jungkook inhales deeply before exhaling. He tilts his head for a moment, your words repeating in his mind.Â
âI donât hang out with Sia. I donât even talk to her.â Jungkook proclaims, a snarky tone in his voice.
âSia likes this, Sia does that, Sia goes here, we should go there.â you mock Jungkookâs voice the best you could. âBut I watch a little Housewives with Jimin and itâs a problem?â It was a problem, because there was only so much New Jersey you could watch.
Jungkookâs eyes begin to squint, and then widen. It was like a lightbulb went off.Â
âYou were trying to make me jealous. And you had Jimin help you do it.â Jungkook exclaims.
âDid not,â you scoff.
âYou did.â
âNot.â
âYou always avoid my gaze when youâre lying, Y/N.â Jungkook sighs in relief. He had to hand it to you, you and Jimin were determined - and your plan worked entirely well.Â
âFuck you.â you hiss. âIsnât that what you were doing first?â you quip, now rising to your feet. âThen you lie about it.â
Jungkookâs head snaps towards you. âLie? About what?â
âTurn the T.V. down!â Chaeyoung murmurs, hearing the rise in your voice.Â
âAlready on it.â Jimin responds.Â
âYou said you donât talk to Sia which is kinda weird seeing as you seem to know so much about what she likes.â
âYou go through all of this instead of admitting you like me, Y/N?â Jungkook begins to laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. âYou like me. Youâre down bad for me just as I am for you.â
You roll your eyes at Jungkookâs words.Â
âStop avoiding what I said.â
âIâm not lying.â Jungkook retorts. âCan we admit youâre jealous of Sia-â
âFuck you and her disrespectfully.â you bellowed, venom laced in your words. Youâre even surprised at how it came out.Â
Jungkook licks his lips. âI only talked to Sia that one time in the dining hall,â he admits. âIâŠI did lie about everything I told you she said. I never spoke to her after.â
You blink a few times, registering his words.Â
âWhat?â
âI just wanted to hear you admit that you were jealous.â now that Jungkook hears himself, his plan sounded stupidly childish. âAdmit that you like me-â
âLike you?â you scoff. âYou met my parents.â
âBecause you were hiding the fact that I wasnât your boyfriend.â Jungkook shrugs.Â
âAt the time.â you tilt your head. âIâm with you all the time. I watch your nerdy movies-â
âAnd I watch your serial killer documentaries!â Jungkook defends.Â
âExactly.â you wave your hands around. âHow could you think I donât like you when weâre constantly together?â
Jungkook understands that you make valid points, but he was but a man and how was he supposed to feel? âI just want to hear you say it.â he shrugs his shoulders, unsure what else to say. âYou only say it when Iâm fucking you into oblivion-â
âOkay,â you lift your hand to pause his speech. âplease donât get ahead of yourself there.â
âJust say you like me.â Jungkook steps closer to you, reaching out for you. He has a small smile on his lips. âJust admit that you like me, baby. Youâre so down bad for me that you somehow got Jimin to make me jealous of your fraudulent friendship.â
Jungkookâs holding you now, arms embracing you entirely.Â
âWhatâs understood doesnât need to be said.â you murmur, melting into his embrace. You inhale his scent, enjoying the freshly clean scent of his cologne.
âIt does.â Jungkook kisses your forehead. He wonders if Jimin told you how he reacted over the phone when you called yourself his girl. It wouldnât bother him because you know how he feels already.
You roll your eyes. âIâŠlike you.â you say against his chest.
Jungkook pushes you back. âExcuse me?â
âI already said-â
âNo, say it again. Without a dick in you-â
You slap his hand from your shoulders. âOh wow, fuck you-â
âI will.â Jungkook nods erratically. âYou can sit on my face until youâre shaking with pleasure, then Iâll fuck you until youâre begging-â
âI like you, Jungkook.â your body heats up at his words and of course, your legs clench for friction. It was as if you and he werenât just in a disagreement not too long ago. âUgh, I hate you.â you murmur when you see the smirk forming on his lips.Â
âHate that you like me.â Jungkook squeals, far too giddy than he should be. âTake your clothes off, baby.â
âThey donât waste any time.â Jimin snorts, wiping his mouth with a napkin.Â
âTurn the T.V. up again. Jungkookâs about to fuck some more love confessions out of her.â Chaeyoung warns.
Jungkookâs nails dig into the skin of your thigh, gripping entirely too tight to fight off his nerves. His tongue laps your clit vigorously - with such need. Itâs almost like it gave him pleasure by pleasuring you.Â
Your hands wrap around the length of his cock, pumping up and down slowly - just because you want to tease him. His tongue laps even harder when you begin to pump faster, smothering himself against you.Â
Jungkook groans, the vibration feeling against your clit. You allow the saliva to pool from your tongue and onto his clit, tightening your grip. You then decide to take him in your mouth, the salty taste of his pre-cum hitting your taste buds.You assure to add more saliva to jerk him while you suckle along the tip.
Jungkookâs hand rubs along your ass then upwards towards your back, He gently bites your thigh. âYouâre so good, babyâŠâ
Jungkook presses a kiss against your clit before he continues on his assault upon your clit. You want to tell him to stop - you were supposed to be pleasuring him, too, but Jungkook always made things harder. Naturally, Jungkook was competitive, and it was as if he was competing to see who would cum first.
And with the way Jungkook now adds his fingers, pumping entirely just as fast as his tongue suckles on your clit - you were going to lose.
You take Jungkook into your mouth fully, his tip hitting your throat. Jungkook twitches, and thatâs when you know you had it. You lay your tongue flat, continuing to suck him fully. You were just as stubborn as Jungkook was, and now it was a game to see who was going to win - even if youâre certain youâd just become submissive like always and allow him to take control.
Jungkookâs groaning against your pussy now, trying everything in him to not lose (lose a battle that should have never started), but you were slurping him entirely too good for him to not want to.
âJ-Just cum, already.â you cave, his cock popping out of your mouth, saliva dripping down the corner of your mouth.Â
âYou first.â Jungkook huffs. âRide my face.â
âFuckâŠyouâŠâ you groan, but you do as Jungkook asks. Your hips begin to roll, clit grinding against Jungkookâs tongue.Â
Jungkook keeps his hands permanently on your ass, allowing you to take control of your orgasm. Heâs satisfied that youâve decided to cave, his competitive nature satisfied. Now, all you have to do is cum.
You bite your lip to suppress a loud moan - Jimin and Chaeyoung were just downstairs. But you were going to cum on Jungkookâs tongue like he intended, not understanding how you yet again lost the battle against Jeon Jungkook.
Fuck Jeon Jungkook.
Jungkook moans against your clit, a low whine releasing from your sweet lips Your thighs are quivering as you are coming to your high, eyes fluttering close and your head hanging.
You fall against your bed with a sigh. You needed to catch your breath.
âMy pretty girl.â Jungkook smiles down at you, now hovering above you. âAre you hungry?â
âShut up.â you scoff.Â
Jungkookâs smile doesnât falter.
âI was watching porn earlier.â you began. âI want you to fuck my breasts.â
Jungkook chokes at your words, flushing red. âWhat-â
âPut your dick between my breasts,â you begin, speaking slowly. âand fuck them.â
Jungkook quickly nods, already feeling the familiar throb in his cock.Â
âYouâre so good for me, Y/N.â Jungkook speaks.
âPut it in my mouth first.â you instruct. âSo it can be lubricated.â
Jungkook groans but nods. You suck on his cock for a moment before popping it out of your mouth. Jungkook then hovers above your breast, gulping.
Jungkook moans, pressing your breast together as he begins to thrust. Your tongue dips out so you could lick the tip of his tip each time he thrust forward.Â
Both of Jungkookâs thumbs rub along your nipples, his thrusting becoming faster. You're so beautiful and Jungkook would never get tired of saying it. Heâs never thought about fucking your breast, but now as heâs doing so, he canât imagine not doing it again.
You had to admit watching Jungkook fuck your breast was hot - but that was also because Jungkook was hot. Thereâs sweat lining his forehead and his lips are forming a small âoâ shape. Maybe this is what Jungkook felt like when he was pleasuring you - it was because of you that Jungkook was appearing in pure ecstasy.
âYou really do like me, baby.â chuckled Jungkook deeply. His fingers twist your nipples. âI canât believe youâd thought I would ever be interested in that girl.â
You hum, glad that Jungkook didnât say her name.
âYou know youâre the only girl for me, baby.â
âYou can cum in my mouth.â you moan, opening your mouth wider and poking your tongue out.Â
Jungkook grumbles with a shake of his head. His thrusts become even faster, sloppier. His hands grip your breast entirely in his palms. âMy pretty girl,â he pants. âso, so pretty. So good for m-meâŠâ Jungkookâs voice cracks, twitching as he cums.
Jungkookâs cum hits your tongue - warm, salty and great. Itâs an abundance, so much cum that a bit drips down your chin. You swallow, licking your lips.
Jungkook falls next to you, legs twitching with ecstasy. He swallows the lump in his throat. He brings you closer to him, kissing your lips entirely.Â
âMy pretty girl.â
âUgh,â you groan. âI hate simps.â
Jungkook allows you to fall against his chest and it rumbles as he laughs. âYouâre so down bad for me, Y/N. It's so obvious now.â he teases. âIâll fuck another confession out of you later.â
You slap his chest, but the throbbing between your legs is evident that you were anticipating his words to be true.
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Tw: mild misogyny, physical assault, sexual harassment, he's icky nasty
âYâknow, you get this look when youâre mad.â He starts, and you straighten, back going taut as you wait for him to continue. Your back is to him, and youâre painfully aware of the heavy sound of his footsteps, slowly approaching you with a pace that makes shivers prickle along your arms.
âItâs likeâŠâ He starts, a noise following that you can only assume must be contemplative. âItâs like youâve just missed the last train, or maybe someone cut you in line and got the last soda. Itâs angry, sure, but itâs more like youâve given up, if that makes sense.â
You peek at him, now, out of the corner of your eye. Youâre not sure what brought this on â heâd just been out to get a coffee from the campus cafĂ©, promising to be back in a few minutes. Thatâd been thirty minutes ago.
Working on the project together hadnât been your choice, but when he turned to you in class and nudged you, quirking his brows and promising to work real hard, youâd merely shrugged, genuinely ambivalent. You didnât know anyone else in the class, only taking it as an elective, and it was supposed to be pretty easy.
âSee, youâre doing it right now.â He snorts a bit, and now you fully turn to look at him.
âThirty minutes? The cafĂ©âs next door.â Youâre a little irritated, sure, but not terribly so. Working on the project wasnât exactly your idea of fun, either.
He winces, eyebrows drawing together, but offers you an apologetic smile. âYeah, yeah, sorry about that.â
He sits down next to you, the otherwise empty classroom making the squeaking chair echo. The smell of coffee fills the room as he sets down his own cup, steam billowing from the sipping slit. Youâre about to open your mouth to ask him if heâs finally ready to get started, but when he places a to-go cup down in front of you, too, your mouth snaps closed.
âJust guessed what youâd want, sorry. For whatever itâs worth, your drinkâs the one that took so long to make.â
You glance at him, finding his gaze already stuck on you, but you just smile a bit. âOkay, forgiven.â
He laughs, clapping his hands together in a praying motion. âThank god.â
Your laptopâs open in front of you, and for a few minutes the only sound filling the room is the clicking of keys and occasional sipping. Much to your surprise, heâd managed to select a drink you didnât mind. Taking a small sip, you sighed at the flavor. It was cold in the classroom and the warmth was welcomed.
âSo, what are you thinking for colors? I like my PowerPoints to be pretty, but if you want it to be more simple then thatâs okay.â You look over at him as you finish, watching the way he bites his lip.
âMm, maybe black and white? Yâknow, just real simple. Simpleâs always good.â He winks at you, and you slowly nod.
âOkay, uh, sure.â
Truth be told, you didnât know much about your seatmate â heâd ran into class five minutes late the first day, quickly rushing into the closest open seat which happened to be next to you. Youâd been a little irritated at first at how his stuff sprawled out and invaded your space, but he seemed nice and was decently participatory in class, making you grow a bit fond of him. Besides, the professor always looked so thankful when he was the only one to raise his hand â and for that, you could let his more questionable behavior slide.
âYouâre doing it again, you know.â He starts, a finger coming out to poke at the side of your arm.
Jumping, you whirl on him. âWhat?â
âDoing your angry-but-not-really face.â
âIâm not mad, I promise.â
âSure, sure. Then hopefully you wonât be mad if I do⊠this.â He starts, before reaching out to flick your pencil over the side of the table.
Youâre frozen for a second, before staring at him blankly. âWhat the fuck?â
He grins. âI just wanna see if that look gets worse when youâre for real irritated, yâknow?â
You sigh, reaching down to pick it up off the floor. Fixing him a look, you cross your arms. âBetter? Because I am definitely irritated now.â
He appraises you, leaning a few inches closer. âMhm, just as I thought! Your lips get thinner, and your eyebrows get all tight.â
Rolling your eyes, you turn to face your laptop again. You only get a few words typed before heâs snickering under his breath, voice low as he mutters, âMost guys think thatâs pretty unattractive, just so you know.â
Immediately you stop typing. Maybe partnering with him wasnât such a good idea after all.
âWhatâs your problem?â You ask, and he looks at you again, hands poised over his own keyboard.
âWhat? Sorry if I hit a sensitive spot â girls are so weird about stuff like that. Youâre pretty, donât worry.â
You stay staring at him, and he only snickers. âYeah, thatâs it. Thatâs the look Iâm talking about. Kind of kicked-puppy, like youâre real sorry for yourself.â
Standing up from your chair, you set your hands on your hips and face him. âOkay, listen you ass, I donât know what youâre playing at, but Iâm not dealing with this shit.â
You start to gather your stuff, but your partner only laughs a bit, before reaching out and flicking your pencil once more, this time a little bit further. With a huff, you smack at his arm and set your things down with a loud thud onto the wood, moving to the side of the desk and bending down to pick it up.
Heâs quicker than youâd expected, given the frumpy sweatshirt and sweatpants he wears that hide the muscular physique underneath.
Hands encircle your wrists before you can think, body rotated harshly, back hitting the linoleum floor with enough force to knock the wind out of you. Heâs above you, strong thighs caging your legs together underneath him. Your wrists are held up above your head, his single hand large enough to keep them pinned there. It isnât until now that you realize just how tall he is, or how strong.
âWhat the fuck â â You start, struggling and wiggling in his grasp. With growing panic, you realize youâre not able to make much progress, his muscles feeling like stone against you. A hand quickly comes down to slap over your mouth, muffling any yells or screams.
Heâs staring at you, expression blank, something heavy simmering behind his eyes. Slowly though, the corner of his mouth tilts up, and it spreads, something resembling a grin stretching across his mouth â though his eyes donât change.
âHas anyone ever told you that youâve got a filthy mouth?â He asks, voice a bit quieter now, more of a whisper and deeper somehow â deep enough to make you freeze, momentarily stopping your struggle. His eyes are sharp, scary, too much â heâs too close to you, leaning closer and closer and making you press yourself harder and harder against the dirty classroom floor.
He laughs again. âBut thatâs okay, I like that about you. Itâs like youâre wild, like youâre untamed. Real.â His eyes flash. âRaw. Ha, I just know girls love to hear that word.â
Your eyes go wide, the insinuation making your struggling pick back up again. Youâre thrashing, but he only squeezes at your jaw, tutting at you.
âNuh-uh, none of that, okay? And donât worry,â he throws you a smile that makes your eyes feel wet, your nose tingling, âIâm not gonna do that. At least, not here. Yâknow, Iâve got a little bit of decency, I know girls like mattresses, pillows, and shit like that.â
He licks his lips. âAnyways, back to that mouth of yoursâŠâ
Quickly, and without any warning, the hand over your mouth shifts up and down, two long, curling fingers plunging past your lips and laying heavily against your tongue.
Your face twists up, eyebrows knotting together in disgust because his fingers taste like salt. He grins again, and to your horror, his fingers start moving. Rubbing against your tongue, pressing down and down, the pads of his fingers feeling like sandpaper against you.
âYou always get a look when youâre angry, sure, but did you know you get this look when youâre really happy, too? Itâs like youâve seen something Earth-shattering, like itâs something almost holy.â The fingers move and angle under, rubbing against the soft underside of your tongue, down and pressing against the space underneath your tongue. He shudders. âThey say this part feels like pussy. That true?â
You canât move, canât even breath as he shoves his fingers down deeper, moving to run over all of your teeth, a whistle slipping past his lips. âBut youâre real pretty when youâre smiling, you know. Makes me wanna stare at you. When you answer a question right and professor tells you âexactly!â, you get this big grin and itâs damn cute. Always staring at those lips of yours â they get thinner when youâre smiling, yâknow? Stretched taut, always makes me think what all they can do. Just how much they can stretch, if you get what Iâm saying.â
You do, but you wish you didnât, and he must know that because his fingers move to dip into the lower corners of your mouth, slipping between your back molars and your inner cheeks, prodding and poking at the juncture between gum and cheek. âPretty, pretty, pretty. Even like this â youâre puckered, which I guess isnât the same thing, but I like it.â
He hums, taking his time as his fingers dip and poke at every inch of your mouth, running over every bump and curve of your teeth, pinching your tongue between his finger pads, thumb rubbing circles against the underside of your chin.
âDo you like this?â He murmurs, those eyes locked on the motion of his fingers inside your mouth, the imprint visible against your cheeks. He licks his lips again. âIâve heard some girls like shit in their mouth. Obviously I think my cockâd be better, but this works too. Works for me, thatâs for sure.â
He laughs at that, shifting his hips forward, and you whimper when you feel what you can only assume is his erection against your thigh. His nostrils flare at the sound. âFuck babe, thatâs good. Do that again.â
You squeeze your eyes shut, trying desperately to pretend youâre somewhere else, but his grip on your wrist gets tighter, tight enough to hurt and oh ow ow ow â
You gasp around his fingers, the sound choking, and he whines lowly in his throat. âGod, youâre fucking pretty. Your smileâs good, but you look good like this too, just so you know. All scared, shivering and squirming around⊠Ha, see? This is kind of like that angry face I was talking about. All terrified and self-patronizing, feeling back for yourself.â
He cocks his head to the side, fingers pushing in even further in a fluid motion, reaching to touch the back of your throat, making you gag. He bites his lip. âKind of pisses me off that youâre so afraid of me, but I get it. I can forgive you. BesidesâŠâ
He leans down, nose nudging at the juncture of your neck and shoulder. Something warm and wet lolls out to run in languid strokes along your skin, the tee-shirt youâre wearing doing little to deter him. In fact, he takes the hem between his teeth, sucking at the fabric and letting his hair brush against your jawline. You shut your eyes again.
âI know what will make that face even better, how youâll get even more angry.â
You stop, dread filling every muscle in your body.
He laughs against your skin, nibbling lightly and smiling at the way you jolt away. âRemember how I said I like your smile? How I think itâs just so damn pretty?â
Youâre too frozen to move â not like you could, anyway. The linoleum feels especially cold against you.
He grins, pulling back to look at you. He presses a kiss against his hand, right over your lips. âWell, when we met up today and you looked at me like that, smiling at me â at me, I mean, what was I supposed to do?â
His cockâs pressing against your thigh again, humping lightly as it grows harder, bigger, more insistent. âI know youâre not stupid. Coffees donât take thirty minutes to get. So you know what I did with the other twenty minutes, then, right? Câmon, youâre smart, think about it.â
Heâs staring at you again, mirth swimming in his eyes. âLetâs just say my refractory period is damn short.â
Immediately thereâs bile climbing up your throat because the salty taste of his fingers â his right hand, no less â is all too strong now, the smell of his pinky pressed up against your nose musky and heady and god, youâre going to be sick.Â
Heâs quick to press harder against your mouth, though, tutting against at you. âOh, donât worry, I washed my hands after the first round. But then your drink was done, and I couldnât keep you waiting, right? After all I know how you get when youâre mad.â
He sighs, leaning down to press his forehead against yours again. âNow, about that mouth.â
He grins, eyes sparkling as he ruts against your thigh and asks, âOn your knees or on your back? Iâll let you choose, babe.â
Atsumu Miya, Kenji Futakuchi, Takahiro Hanamaki, Shoyo Hinata, Tetsurou Kuroo, young Enji Todoroki, Tomura Shigaraki, Kaigaku, some flavor of Tengen Uzui, Ryusei Shidou
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i only got eyes for you
col. alejandro vargas
cw: smut/pwp, protective!alejandro (borderline possessive), body worship, tender sex, missionary position
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"do i scare you, dove?" he asked as he hand trailed up your thigh, pushing up the rather short skirt you wore. his dark eyes met yours as he smiled, "i've done a lot of bad things for the sake of safety."
you sat down in his lap and cupped his face tenderly, there was a small buzz in your head from the feeling of your lover's broad hand on your thigh. you leaned in close to him and replied, "alejandro. you're a good man, you could never convince me otherwise. i'm not scared of you."
he reached for your hair and combed his fingers through it, "good." he smiled then pulled you gently to his lips.
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you knew that alejandro was a good man. he was protective in a way that some would view as alarming. at times it put him at odds with himself, was he keeping you trapped like a bird?
but if something happened to you.
the idea of losing you had him double checking the locks before bed. he left extra kisses on your neck before he left for missions. and always came home with flowers.
you met him by chance, you were in university in the city he was stationed at. you just thought he was a charming man, until you found his id in his wallet the next morning. you had slept with a special operative. he caught you with his wallet in your hand, for a moment you thought that he was going to pull out some fighting moves and knock you out... or worse.
"i guess you found my little secret. i lied about my name. it's not eliseo." he shrugged, "can't be going around and giving away my identity, even to pretty girls." he closed the gap between you two, he held onto your chin and looked at you, "but i am curious how alejandro sounds on your tongue."
i mean what were you supposed to do, not invite him for breakfast. after that it felt like your two lives sort of melded together. he came home from long grueling missions and would just lie on top of you. he wanted to make sure that his woman was safe till his return.
"no one else touched you, right?" he asked lowly as his hands ran up and down your arms.
you squirmed occasionally in his touch and replied, "not a soul. i'd never want anyone else alejandro. i thought about you every day." then you started to slowly kiss him.
he made a soft noise against you as his calloused hands roamed up the front of your sleeping shirt. you're the one he came home too, the woman he'd go through hell for.
and what a beautiful woman you were. it was why he worried so much about other men getting their hands on you. you were his slice of heaven and would bend the earth to make sure that you stayed that way.
call him possessive, but to lose someone so precious would turn him into a man who could not be contained by any means. so as his hands trailed your stomach, his heated gaze on you, you felt under his control.
"alejandro." you said softly.
he kissed you once more and toyed with your breast under your shirt. he heard you soft noise in your kiss then pulled away and looked down at you, "yes, my dove." both hands were still under your shirt, he was touching you gently.
"did you miss me?" you pouted.
he smiled softly and kissed you on the forehead, "every second we were apart it felt like hours." he slowly pulled the shirt over your head and exposed your breasts to him.
he kissed you once more as he started to work on his pants, which he kicked to the bottom of the bed, his hands then hooked into the waistband of your sweatpants before they were off too. in a tussle on the bed, you were both stripped on your clothes.
alejandro's cock was quite impressive. he chuckled and told you he was just "average" but you were certain that "average" didn't feel like it was in the back of your throat every time he fucked you.
he gazed down at you, "you'd tell me if anyone tried to touch you, right?" he leaned in once more, your noses almost touching. his energy was almost intimidating, it made you stomach twist in a good way.
he was feared, that was certain. he didn't get to where he was by being a pacifist. if he got his hands dirty, even for a good cause, it meant others got to stay clean. simple as that.
you both laid in bed together, where he kissed along your heated skin. he kissed along the hills and valleys of your body. the plushness under his hands as he held your hips. a goddess. a symbol of the divine feminine. the thought made him smile as he slowly kissed your breasts. he could almost feel your heartbeat.
"nothing will ever hurt you, my dove." he said softly as he gazed at you briefly before he pressed more kisses. he worshiped your body in ways that made his cock twitch.
that was why he found himself to be on the possessive side when it came to you. your name, location and other information was under a tight lock and key.
he pressed his head up against your stomach and held your hips for a moment. he exhaled deeply, "never leave me." he said out loud, but internally said, or i will have to find you.
sometimes it slipped out, the obsessive need to know that he'd never be without you. while you never noticed the intensity of what he was saying, it simply meant he could continue to pile on the security to keep his dove safe.
you ran your fingers through his dark hair and said, "alejandro. i would never, i love you too much." you watched him look up at you once more and take your hand off his hand to kiss it.
"then be good and let me take care of you." he let go and pulled away from you. he got between your legs, his cock at full attention. he rubbed it gently against the entrance of your slit. the wetness made a shiver run through him.
you reached out for him, but ended up with your hands buried in the covers. you loved him deeply, even if he could be off-putting. you labelled him as protective, even if your friends thought he was a little possessive. like who needed to check on the cameras in the house if it was just you there? but you shrugged it off, he just wanted you safe. what was wrong with that?
"are you ready, my dove." he said softly. your pussy was enticing to him, the feeling of your heat around his cock was like muscle memory, baked into his core.
you nodded, "i'm always ready for you."
he smirked. so eager, so soft and gentle. of course you fell for a man like him, you needed someone to protect you. keep you safe against a world that would take you limb from you. he leaned forward as pushed his cock deep inside of you with ease.
he chest was pressed against yours as he put his weight on you. kept you pinned down to the bed as he fucked your cunt. the sounds of your love making filled the room. your noises sounded angelic to him.
a paradise for his pleasure, the most beautiful woman in the world letting him rut his cock into you. he dug his nose into your hair as he held your hips. he moved against you, he could feel the racing of your heart.
he chuckled, "good girl. my good girl." as his grip tightened a little more. he continued to thrust into you, your bodies moved together in a rhythm that made both of you hot all over.
the kissing became sloppier as you felt your head begin to feel dizzy. despite the rush of hormones in your body, it still felt hazy as you partner held you tightly and fucked into your tight head.
he gave you soft words of praise as he grew hotter all over. his angel. there was no other woman like you, he just thought you were simply perfect. and nothing could ever convince him otherwise. he held onto your hips and thrusted up into you.
you wrapped your legs around him tightly as you moved up and down the bed. your cheeks felt flushed, pleasure was taking over. your hands soon roamed his back as you felt the strength of him.
"mine." he simply said. then went into for another searing kiss. the electricity between you two felt hot. there was a flame in your belly as you tried to meet his pace. he simply said close to you, "stay still, my dove. be good for me."
his voice sounded darker, laced with heavy pleasure as he began to pick up the pace. he watched your expression change the deeper you fell into lust.
you moaned out loud as you felt the rush through your body. with a few more heavy thrusts of his hips, you dug your nails into his back and tightened around him. your buried your head in his shoulder and climaxed.
he held onto you as tightly as he could and fucked you. it was good proper fucking as you started to fall from your orgasmic high. he kept a good grip on you as he finished inside of you.
"alejandro!" you whimpered as you felt the pace slow down.
he slowed to a still then let go of his tight grip on your body. he kept his eyes on your blissed out expression as he pulled out and laid next to you on the bed. he reached for your face and pulled you in for another kiss.
"good girl." he purred before he settled himself beside you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. he kept you close as he came down from his own high, his cock still soaked in your wetness.
he kissed you a few more times before he simply gazed at you with warmth in his chest. you were his girl and nothing could ever break you two apart. he simply wouldn't let it happen.
and he'd make sure you never forget who your man was. the good, proper man he was. <3
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Rumors of a Prince
âYou could always ask Jason to pay her a visit,â Dick said from where he was lounging, mostly upside down, on the couch in Bruceâs study.
Bruce frowned at him. âI am not going to have Jason kill Vickie Vale.â
âHey, youâre the one who said kill!â Dick held his hands up or, rather, given his position, down. âI just meant puts some fear into her. Maybe kidnap her for a few days so that she canât write any more libel.â
Bruce found himself smiling, slightly and against his better judgment. It faded away when he looked back at his laptop. âAt least in this case, it wouldnât do much good. The stories is already out there and, unfortunately, Valeâs take on it has captured the publicâs attention.â
âTim knows I bet⊠and Babs.â
âUndoubtedly by now.â
âAnd if those two know, Steph knows. If Steph knows, sheâs ranted to Cass.â
âYes.â This family was impossible to keep things secret in.
âWelp,â Dick said and swung himself to be sitting up normallyâ or as normally as Dick ever sat. âThen I guess we better tell the others. How do you want to divide this?â
Bruce was grateful that Dick was willing to be his partner in this. âYou would be best to take Jason. Iâll speak with Damian. Either of us can catch Duke when he returns from his patrol.â
Dick nodded. âAnd Tom?â
âI think perhaps it would be best to have as much of the family in the manor as possible,â Bruce said after a moment. âIf he destabilizes, I want him to know that we are around and that he is still safe.â
âAlright.â Dick slapped his knees once and stood. âIâll drag Jason back then. You know heâll come if itâs for Tom.â
âMake sure he reads the article before he comes over.â
Dick grimaced. âYeah. Yeah, that would be best. Iâm going to bring some food too over with me. Good luck convincing Dami that he canât go and stab Vickie Vale.â
Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose. âRight. Thank you.â
âYouâre welcome,â Dick chirped as he left for his task.
Bruce dropped his hand.
âGothamâs Pale Princeâ stared back at him from the screen.
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âSeriously?!â Jason burst in through the kitchen door. âHave you read this swill?â
âYes chum, of course I have,â Bruce said. He shot Dick, who trailing behind Jasonâs fury, a look. Dick was supposed to get Jason to read the article before coming over.
Dick just shrugged helplessly and motioned in a way that conveyed Jason had read it and was still clearly quite upset.
âOne of the biggest questions is,â Jason said, clearly reading now from the article with the air of Bristol accent he had put on, âperhaps, why the newest Wayne is not in school. Bruce has proven himself to be a champion of the educational system. This is despite the man himself being a college drop outâ like what the fuck?â
âTo be fair, I am,â Bruce said.
Jason rolled his eyes and continued. âHis oldest wardââ Dick is fucking adopted now, bitch!â
âBoo!â Steph echoed and tossed popcorn at the tablet Jason was holding.
(Bruce was neither sure when Stephanie had arrived nor where she got the popcorn.)
âNever going to college,â Jason said with a jab of his free hand, âand the second oldest never completing high school.â I was dead you narrow minded shew!â
âWell, I mean, all she knows is that you were supposedly kidnapped by terrorists and tortured for years,â Dick said. He had moved over to help himself to Stephanieâs popcorn and paused raising the next handful to his face. âOkay, no, thatâs actually worse.â
âAnd you are clear on your line that I cannot stab this woman for the dishonor she implies about the family?â Damian asked, again, as he joined them in the kitchen.
âUnfortunately we have to handle this the proper way, with a press conference,â Bruce said. Stabbing was looking increasingly appealing though.
Jason dropped into one of the open chairs. âIâd call it a battle of the wits, but I donât think Vale has any left with this trash sheâs writing!â
âAlright,â Tim said as he entered the kitchen with almost as much fury as Jason, just more contained. Cass followed in his wake. âI am sure that B has already run through no killing, no stabbing, no maiming, no poisoningââ
âNo poisoning Vickie Vale,â Bruce said, feeling so tired.
âWay to go, Timbit, now we canât poison her,â Jason groused.
Tim sighed, âFair, I shouldnât have assumed. I really thought someone else would have brought it up already.â
âPeople went for more bloody options,â Dick explained.
âAlso fair,â Tim said, pointing at him. âAnyways, since we canât do all that, can I ruin her reputation?â
âTim,â Bruce sighed.
âNow come on old man, letâs here Timtam out,â Jason said, holding out his arm. âYou said yourself we had to handle the proper way and Iâm sure that our little socialite here knows just how to ruin her through something like a press conference.â
âYou I can stab,â Tim said with a shark sharp smile towards Jason.
Jason returned it with a smile like broken glass. âYou can try.â
âOh, if you keep calling me a socialite I will try and I will manage.â
âBoys, please.â
âAre people threatening blood and violence again?â
Every head in the room swiveled towards the door to the hall.
Tom almost recoiled at the sudden attention of all of the family, taking a half step back and looking a little wide eyed.
Cass walked forward and wrapped her arm around Tomâs. âTim is. To Jason.â
It took a moment for Tom to tear his eyes away from the family to look at his sister. âOf course. Whatâs⊠it about this time?â
âJason is reminding Tim that heâs a rich society brat and Tim hates to be reminded about that even though itâs true because Tim is also a little freak and the upper crust would be applaud if they knew even a fraction of it,â Steph said before she stuffed his mouth full of more popcorn.
Everyone in the room paused for a moment.
âNo, yep, I think thatâs pretty much spot on,â Dick said. He wasnât even pretending not to laugh.
The laughter was infectious and almost everyone was either snickering or outright laughing. Bruce even quirked up a little smile. Tom still looked mostly confused but at least less nervous.
âCome sit by me, little shadow,â Dick said with a smile.
When Thomas settled next to Dick, who immediately wrapped an arm around him, the room settled again into that slightly somber mood.
âWhat is going on?â Tom asked, voice small. There were times when he still seemed unsure if he could be a presence in a room or consternation. It was something that they were still working on as a family.
Bruce sighed. âA reporter found out about you and wrote an article with mostly speculation. Unfortunately, because of who I am in the city and my existing tendency to adopt, itâs getting attention.â
Tom chewed on his lip and Bruce just hoped he wouldnât worry it so much it bled. âBad?â
âNot bad towards you, but unkind. She made a lot of guesses and fact reasons about why the public hasnât seen you,â Bruce explained.
âOh. Am IâŠ?â
The dropping of words wasnât the best sign. Dick pulled Tom into his lap.
âNo. Most of the children didnât attend the press conference announcing them and you donât have to either. But I will need to make one simply to clear up some of rumors. I wont say anything that you donât want me to say.â
âBruce and I can plan it out,â Tim said, âand then run it by you if you want to look over it.â
âCan⊠will⊠if anyone wants to helpâŠâ
âOf course!â Dick said cheerfully. âWe can make a lunch of it or something. It will be the best press conference yet.â
âYeah. And you donât even have to watch it,â Jason said. âWeâll plan something fun for that day. The old man can go and do the hard work and weâll enjoy ourselves.â
âThank you, Jason,â Bruce said dryly, pretending he wasnât warmed still whenever Jason refereed to him as anything approaching father.
âItâs what you deserve,â Jason said and tossed his tablet, cleared of the article, on the table. âCome on, letâs plan what weâre going to do.â
âThe zoo is always enjoyable,â Damian said.
âYou always say zoo,â Cass pointed out as she perched next to Jason.
âWhat about the park?â Steph suggested. She joined the others at the table and passed around her popcorn.
âNah, Ivy has a new variety of tulips. Iâm worried some of them might turn man eating again,â Dick said.
âWe could head out of Gotham I guess,â Jason pointed out and pulled up the map.
Bruce slipped quietly out of the room with Tim on his heels.
âYou can stay with them and help them plan,â Bruce offered. Tim was always too grownup, had been since before he came to Bruce.
Tim just shook his head. âIâm never the best distraction. Iâll be more use to you. Besides, I have some plans to run by you that doesnât need the blood thirsty contingency hearing about.â
âOf course you do,â Bruce said with both a sigh and a smile.
âNothing physical,â Tim defended himself. âI can ruin her legally.â
âThat I have no doubt of.â
No matter what, Bruce had absolutely no doubt that the family would be there for Tom. They were a family, after all.
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AN: Vickie Vale won't know what hit her. Esp after what she wrote.
Don't know if this will become a full sequel or not, but it was fun to revisit this universe and see how they've progressed!
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How in the fuck are you pumping out these fics THIS QUICKLY
Guessing youâre new here? I type these short forms pretty quickly if Iâm not busy
Stand Too Close Pt 9
IDW Prowl x Reader
âą Heâd hoped after, heâd be over it. If anything, he made it worse. Because now he canât stop thinking about how horrified the other Autobots will be if they find out. What Optimus will think of him. Heâs supposed to be looking after you, keeping you safe.
âą âStop staring at me like that,â you mutter, wrapping your blanket firmly around yourself. Even with your back to him, you can feel his optics on you. Feel that answering heat spark through you that whispers that something is very wrong with you. How else can you can hate him and still want him. âAnd that is never happening again.â The words for you as much as him.
âą âYou werenât complaining when I was inside you,â he mutters and you glare at him over your shoulder, face reddening. But you donât argue with him. You canât when heâd heard those sounds youâd made, felt you holding onto him. Door wings flicking, he swallows a laugh. Wonders if youâll be taken away and given to another caretaker when Optimus realizes what heâs done. Itâs what heâd wanted originally, but now it just makes him angry. As messed up as it is, he enjoys arguing with you. Pissing you off just for fun to watch those angry eyes flash.
âą âA moment of weakness.â Thatâs all, even if for such a stuck up jerk he fucks like an animal. Even if for a short time, you felt like youâd seen the real Prowl. And that the composed, in control bot is all an act. Inhaling slowly, you tip your head back to stare at the ceiling. Anything but seeing those optics back to being pure ice. Youâre still naked under the blanket, shifting to rub your thighs together and feeling his excess there. âI like you better angry.â
âą He almost does laugh at that, because you donât realize that heâs always angry. Always on a razorâs edge to maintain control. And heâs so tired of it, but heâs the one that everyone looks to. The infallible tactician who never makes mistakes or loses his temper. Itâs whatâs expected of him and that weight is slowly breaking him. âNot all of us have the luxury of being able to throw a tantrum.â
âą âI donât know,â you say with a shrug. âSmashing things just for the sheer pleasure of watching them break is good for the soul sometimes.â Because sometimes the only way to get over your issues is to destroy something. Itâs something youâve gotten good at over the years. Not only burning bridges, but delighting in it. Heâs staring at you when you look at him and thereâs understanding in the wry twist of his lips. If youâre fire, heâs gasoline. No matter what, this isnât going to end well. Youâve never been good at doing the responsible thing, though.
âą Youâre not joking, even though youâre smiling reluctantly. If he really let loose, though? Youâd run if you knew half the poison in his processor. Every injustice, every senseless death, if he was let off his leash to act without conscious, heâs not sure what heâd do in retaliation. Or if heâd want to stop. Because if he were free to eliminate threats covertly? Without running them past Optimus for permission that will never come, heâs not sure if thereâs any line he wouldnât cross to end this war. Anything he would destroy. Thatâs why he needs to stay in control, because heâs scares himself and that fury is always right there demanding action.
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List of the truths shared in Nana Morri's Honesty trial (C3E79):
Imogen: I am genuinely scared to meet my mom again.
Laudna: Deep down inside, both Delilah and I want the shard...Fearne should have it, but I don't know anymore what's my opinion or desires or feelings, or hers.
Imogen: I love Laudna deeply but I'm disgusted at the thought of Delilah looking at us all the time.
Orym: I'm super lonely all the time, especially at night. It doesnât matter if I'm bunking with one of you guys.
FCG: Sometimes I pity some of you because you have beating hearts and opportunities and you donât do enough with them...Chetney, you have so much love to give and it doesn't seem like you're interested in anything other than wood! There's people out there who you could love and experiences you could share with someone else, but all you care about is wood!
Orym: I've always kind of laughed it off but I guess I do kind of wonder if Chetney is my dad.
Ashton: I am the reason that the Jiana Hexum robbery went fucking wrong, and the reason why I got thrown out of a fucking window.
Fearne: I feel like weâre very ill-equipped for this job and we're going to fail at saving the world. (Laudna: Honestly that's probably true, I'm right there with you.)
Chetney: While wood may be the superior material to metal, I do fear that, with the dwindling interest in it, that children will find my toys - and thereby myself - obsolete every year I grow older.
FCG: I think it's something buried deep down in my circuitry, but every time I hurt or kill something - it feels really good. It makes me sort of relax a little bit and some of my stress goes away.
Imogen: I know we're supposed to save the gods, but I've tried talking to them my whole life and none of them would ever respond. I think I'm tainted. I dont know if I want to save gods that don't love me.
Laudna: You know we could rip-cord out of [saving the world] at any moment...right? And sometimes I fantasize about it all the time.
Fearne: I sometimes do stuff to you guys while you're sleeping - not weird stuff, I just like to look at you closely...and maybe like, twiddle your hair or braid it. Nothing bad!
Ashton: Whenever it starts to get quiet, I start worrying that one of us - most of us - are going to end up killing another one of us accidentally...I have panicked thinking about when one you kills another one of us.
Orym: I have all the faith in the world in you guys...and I have also spent time thinking of how to neutralize each of you.
FCG: I kinda worry that I put all my eggs in the Changebringer basket and she might betray us all. I had a really weird conversation with her and I think she's just out for herself and she might not really care about me - but what if she does? And I'm saying horrible things?
Imogen: Fearne, I was really disappointed in you for running away from your power. You should take the shard!
Orym: I really miss Dorian, and sometimes I think that's okay, and sometimes I think it isn't.
Ashton: I feel fucking worse that I just fucked up Fearne's life way more than mine and I should've died instead of that happening.
Chetney: I grew up in the Bramblewood outside of Westruun, and when I was a kid, I came back from learning how to make toys and found that my whole family had left. All they left behind were toys. They ran when Errevon the Rimelord was running across the plains, and so I'm kind of afraid of dragons. And I had five siblings - Alabaster, Pepper, Sugarplum, Hermey, and Chad - and I was so mad that they left I never looked for any of them, and now I'm pretty sure they're dead. So I think any family I have is just gonna look for a reason to leave me. That's why I don't get attached to anybody.
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a day || matt sturniolo
matt x fem!reader
summary: what would a typical day as Matt's girlfriend would look like
warnings: pure fluff
word count: 1,6k
a/n: idk let me know how I did English is not my first language but I am working on it
I was on my way from a long, Friday, morning meeting and all I was thinking about was going back to bed and never leaving it again. My week started with my car breaking down out of nowhere, then I got my period (which is not as bad when you think about it because it would be worse if I didn't get it), and then I had an actual meeting, in an actual office, with actual people (I usually work from home in my pajamas).Â
I had to drive my boyfriend's car to the meeting downtown. I am glad that I could, but let me tell you one thing, my boyfriend's car is giant and to park this lady downtown I needed to leave 30 minutes early.Â
chris đŠ:
waiting for u outside thx for picking me up kid â€ïž
"oh fuck" I said to myself as I quickly did a U-turn before it was too late. Was it safe? No. Did everyone survive? Yes.
I totally forgot that I was supposed to pick up Chris from his own meeting since Matt couldn't because I had their car. I dialed Chrise's number.
"hi, ur okay?" he asked.Â
"yes, I just might or might not forgot to pick you up so I'll be there in 15 okay? I'm sorry I had a rough morning..."Â
"Bro no worries I'll pick up some coffee while I wait and you drive safe okay?" I smiled because wasn't he the best? He doesn't even drink coffee.Â
"Okay I'll see you there"
I ended the call and typed Chris's location. It wasn't that bad with the traffic so I was there in less than 15 minutes.Â
I was able to park where he was waiting so he got into the passenger seat and smiled at me while I started driving again. I really want to be home.Â
"I would say good morning but I'll keep that to myself. Got you an americano and banana bread" He put my coffee in the cup holder and threw his backpack on the back seat.Â
"Thank you, that's really sweet, I am literally half dead so that will help" I laughed and took a sip of my coffee.Â
"I still think that my brother is dating a weirdo, how can you even drink it black and unsweetened?" Chris looks at me with a disgusted face.Â
"You are all literally bunch of weirdos so I just matched the energy you know" I blinked at him and stopped on the red.Â
"How was your meeting? New fresh love is gonna be fire. I got the drafts in my mail this morning. Did not change a thing. You and the team did great" I said and smiled at him.Â
I was a graphic designer and helped Chris at the beginning of his brand, but I did not really want to work for him so I just help sometimes if it's needed. I am really happy that he still likes to know what I think about the projects tho. I also used to work for Laura but not anymore. That's basically how we all met. I quit after me and Matt started to be a thing.Â
"I know right? Well, I knew you will love it. The meeting was great, we should be able to make everything work by the end of the month. And guess what... I actually got samples and I have a pink set for you kid"Â
"Honestly... made my day, I am going to wear it for everything now" I laughed.
"Just don't post it yet" He said and started to click things on the car's screen.
"Just use my phone for music" I gave him my phone and he typed my code and put our favorite song by lil skies on.Â
"Still can't believe I memorized Niall Horan's birthday just to get to your phone"Â
I blinked at him and started rapping with the song. I loved make a toast. Music taste is probably one of the things that made my and Chris's bond strong. Don't get me wrong I love Nick as much as I do Chris, but he just always gets me and we were best friends since day one. The funny thing is that me and Matt did not really liked each other at first.Â
The ride home made my mood better. We sang and laugh, I wasn't tired of my life that much anymore. I took my shoes off while holding all of my stuff. Matt was on the couch watching something while we made our way up the stairs.Â
"Hi baby... How was it?" He asked as soon as he saw me.
"Crap, I am going to call Laura to take me back" I laughed and put my stuff on the table and went to wash my hands in the kitchen sink. I then walked up to Matt and just threw myself next to him to cuddle his side.Â
He kissed my forehead and started to rub my back.Â
"I am going to take a nice nap, you kids have fun but not too much" Chris waved at us and went back down the stairs to his room.Â
Matt rolled his eyes and kissed my head again.Â
"How about we do something nice together? Nick is going to come home with Madi soon, I think, and that means laud. We could go to that beach you like and just get food and watch the sunset later" He asked.
All I was thinking about was his cold hand on my back and how much I just loved that man. He knew exactly what I needed.
"Yes, please. I just need to change. I wore a bra man, can you believe this?" I sit back up.Â
He laughed at me and shook his head.Â
"Go then," He said patting my thigh.Â
I went to put my new fresh love set in Matt's bedroom, used the bathroom and when I was ready we went out.
"Wow, so it's your car now, huh?" Matt started to change the mirrors and seat but he also raised his eyebrows looking at my stuff next to the shift gear.Â
"Baby it's only essentials to drive, okay?" I smiled and got comfortable in the passenger seat.Â
We drove to get food and dessert. The weather was perfect to just spend an entire afternoon on the beach. Boys did not have any work plans today so I knew Matt was all mine for the rest of the day.
We sat on the beach, had our food, and just talked or cuddled in comfortable silence. That's what I mostly love about spending time with Matt. We could just sit the whole day without a word and be alright with it, but also we could talk for hours and we would always have something to talk about.
"I love you Matty, thanks for taking me to the beach. This new project sucks but I know it's going to be better after that. I really needed just you today"Â
I kissed his sweet lips. He tasted like the cherry Pepsi that we just had. He pulled me into his lap and slid his hands under my hoodie while he kissed me back.Â
I rested my forehead on his as I pulled away and smiled.Â
"Anything for my girl, I love you kid" He kissed my nose and I just wrapped myself around his body.
"I am not moving, you might as well carry me to your car like this" I said into his neck.Â
He laughed at that and hugged me back.
"Or we can just stay here" He lay back down on the blanket.Â
"I promised your brother that we are going to watch Criminal Minds with him tho" I said.
"Sometimes I just wish you and Chris weren't the same person y/n..." He joked and looked at his phone, holding it above my head.
"Let's go back after sunset in that case baby"
We did watch the sunset, my favorite part of the day. We came back home and spent time with his brothers as I had promised Chris.Â
"Spend the night?" Matt whispered in my ear while the last episode for tonight ended.Â
I smiled and nodded. I was off tomorrow and did not want him to drive me home that late anyway.
We said goodnight and went to his room.Â
"I will go take a shower" I said and opened his drawer to take a pair of boxers and a T-shirt.Â
"Go ahead, I went shopping while you were gone. I did restock your basket under the sink. I hope I did it right" He scratched his neck looking at me.
I had my stuff here, but I usually did the restock. Especially my period stuff under the sink.
"Matt...you did not have to do that, thank you, baby" I said pouting my lips.
"I wanted to, I want you to feel comfortable here. Not only you tho, all our girlfriends that come to our house. It's great that you did the basket and stuff" He smiled and I kissed his cheek.
"You are too sweet Matthew"
I went to the bathroom, when I was done he went to take a shower while I waited in his bed scrolling on TikTok.
When Matt came back from the bathroom I looked at him. He was wearing just his pajama pants.Â
"Should I just say what all of the girls in my books would say? Matthew, you are such a tease" I wiggled my eyebrows at him.
"Oh my god, would you stop?" He got into bed laughing at what I said.Â
"You love me for that" I put my phone on the nightstand and rested my head on his chest.
"Goodnight Matt" I closed my eyes.
He turned the lights off and tucked us in with the blanket.Â
"Goodnight sweet girl" He kissed my head while I was already half asleep after this long day.
The best way to end the day is knowing that I will wake up in his arms the next morning.Â
#matt sturniolo x reader#matt sturniolo#nick sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#chris sturniolo#sturniolo fanfic#matthew sturniolo#Spotify#cherriesformatt
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TW: Internalized Homophobia / Transcript / AN under the cut
AN: Here we are, just one more post before we conclude part 1 of this bittersweet story. As I've mentioned before, this story consists of three parts- Part One - Youth | Part Two - Uni | Part Three - Wife.
Transcript
Nancy Narrates: [As a treat for the few students who stayed behind, the nuns took us into to the city to shop on Christmas Eve]
[It was the first time Vanessa and I spent alone time together since I started dating Geoffrey]
[Iâve never been happier]
Nancy: [blushes] What?
Vanessa: [whispers] Do you feel like weâre being watched?
Nancy: Oh, Sister Agnes? [gulps] Sheâs right behind me, isnât she?
Vanessa: [laughs] Iâm serious! Letâs ditch the group.
Nancy: And risk getting a mark? Or worse, sent back home?
Vanessa: [shudders] Having to spend the rest of the break with my father? No thanks. Guess Iâll behave myself- for now anyway.
Vanessa: Sooo, what did you get your boyfriend for Christmas? A thong? One of those string thingies for his glasses?
Nancy: [snorts] I got him a broach.
Vanessa: Youâre fucking with me, right?
Nancy: What? It was really nice, and very expensive.
Vanessa: Sure, if heâs your grandfather, Nancy!
Nancy: [sheepishly] I donât know what Iâm doing. Iâve never had a boyfriend before. I donât know if Iâm even doing this right. Shouldn't it...feel like something?
Vanessa: What do you mean?
Nancy: Holding hands and kissing. I thought it was suppose to feel like fireworks, like everything is burning and achy. I only felt it once...the first time, at that party.
Vanessa: Oh.. [looks away] Maybe he just needs practice...
Nancy: Maybe... Vanessa, I wa-
Vanessa: Hey! Letâs get some hot cocoa!
Nancy Narrates: [I wish she knew how much I missed when it was just me and her]
[No matter what, she will always be the sun to me]
Vanessa: So, are you going to tell me whatâs in those bags?
Nancy: Maybe you should Guess?
Vanessa: Very funny, Blondie. I thought we werenât exchanging gifts?
Nancy: [pouts] Does that mean you didnât get me anything?
Vanessa: Thatâs because we said we werenât when we were shopping! I could have gotten you something!
Nancy: [chuckles] Itâs ok! You really didnât have to get me anything. I just wanted to get you something I think youâll like alot.
Nancy: Ta-da! I wanted to officially welcome you into the League of Blondes.
Vanessa: [cackling] No fucking way! This is the best Christmas gift ever, are you kidding!! [digs through bag] What are the scissors for?
Nancy: I was hoping youâd cut my hair. We can both have a new look.
Vanessa: Youâre full of surprises, Landgraab. Letâs do it!
Vanessa: Youâre being sooo quiet but your thoughts are sooo loud. What are you thinking about right now?
Nancy: Sorry. Itâs nothing...
Vanessa: Tell me. Please.
Nancy: No, itâs fine.
Vanessa: Come onnn, please?
Nancy: What happened with Angela?
Vanessa: [huffs] Ah. I was wondering when youâd ask about that.
Nancy: Then why didnât you just tell me about her?
Vanessa: Thereâs nothing to talk about. Pretty sure you heard the story.
Nancy: Sure, from everyone else but not from you. I want to hear your side.
Vanessa: [sighs] My side. We were best friends. We did everything together. I loved her a lot. All eyes were on us... so, I guess thatâs how everyone noticed how close we were. People were saying things about us, and I was scared my father would find out and think I was like that. So, I turned on her. I called her names. I shunned her. I ruined her life...
Vanessa: It got so bad that she left the school. I never heard from her again. [voice cracks] You have to understand... if my father thought I liked girls, he would kill me. I could never let anyone think Iâm like that! Iâd rather they all thought I slept around with all the boys in school than think that. I had to do it...
Nancy: Do you?
Vanessa: [sobs] W-what?
Nancy Narrates: [My heart was racing. It just slipped out. And then I said it again, and that time, it felt like I was asking myself]
Nancy: Do you like girls?
Vanessa: [whimpers] I...no!! Iâm not...Iâm not a lesbian! I swear, Nancy! Please, believe me.
Nancy Narrates: [All that time...I had thought I was the one terrified of what it meant to love her. She was terrified of loving me too]
[This is what kissing should feel like]
Vanessa: [softly] Will you stay in my room tonight?
Nancy: Yes.
Nancy Narrates: [I had so many questions I wanted to ask her. So many things about myself I wanted to share, but there was one thing I wanted more]
#the art of being seen#the landgraabs#tw internalized homophobia#sims 4 simblr#sims 4 stories#ts4 simblr#sims 4#sims 4 community
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SANCTUARY
Summary: After a chaotic day, you head to the pub and bump into Louis, which blossoms into something beautiful. [1.3k]
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Tonight, you find yourself at the local pub, seeking solace in your usual escape. As you sip your vodka and Coke, the familiar rhythm of the low music surrounds you, creating a comforting haze that drowns out your racing thoughts.
You swayed gently, letting the world outside fade away, if only for a little while. You'd been inside for hours, drinking and giggling to yourself, realising just how ridiculous your life had become.
"Can't fucking believe this."
After an exhausting eight-hour shift, you were so ready to unwind and enjoy some TV time with your lovely boyfriend, but then everything changed.
Once you got home, you heard squeaking from upstairs, like someone was bouncing on the bed. You didn't bother changing; you stormed up the stairs and burst into your bedroom.
"What the actual fuck?"
There, right in front of you, was one of your best friends getting bent over by your boyfriendâthe guy you'd been with for five years, and someone youâd known forever.
"Waitâ"
"I don't want to fucking hear it. You better be gone by the time I get back or you'll regret it." You'd said rather calmly, which is undoubtedly scarier than screaming at them.
And now, here you are at the bar, alone.
"Fuck, I need some fresh air." You grabbed your drink and went to sit outside on one of the empty benches. You reached into your back and you swore you had a pack of fags in there.
"For fucksake, could this day get any worse?" You said this right before someone accidentally spilled some of their beer on you.
"Sorry, I'm so sorry!" The woman apologised, but you could tell she was very pissed, so you just waved it off with a smile.
"Guess I'll just sit here and sip my drink," you said to yourself, hoping the night would turn around. You pulled out your phone, thinking about what series of movies you could dive into later to forget all this.
Then, a hand reached out in front of you, offering a cigarette. You looked up, surprised at the man standing before you. You took the cigarette and placed it between your lips as his hand came up to light it for you.
Inhaling deeply, you asked, "How did you know I needed a smoke?"
"I've seen you here a few times, crying, and I've always offered you a smoke." You blushed at his words.
Well, that's embarrassing.
Taking another long, deep inhale of the cigarette, you asked, "Aren't you that singer? What's your name?"
"Louis Tomlinson, and what may your name be, darling?" The pet name sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Why did it suddenly feel so warm?
"It's Y/N, but you can call me whatever you like. Isn't it a bit risky just hanging out at the pub with no security?"
"A bit. My fans are respectful, though, so I love seeing them when I'm out. I'm guessing you're not a fan?" he joked, a playful glint in his eye.
"I could be a fan, but I might just be hiding it. You'll never know," you replied with a laugh, feeling the chemistry spark between the two of you.
"Well, I suppose I'll just have to find out then," he chuckled, leaning in a little closer. The warmth between you felt electric, and for a moment, the earlier chaos faded away.
"So, what brings you out here tonight? Besides, you know, the vodka?" He raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by why you would be here all by yourself.
You took another drag from the cigarette, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. "Honestly, I just needed a break from everything. It's been one of those days, you know?" You smiled, hoping to keep the conversation flowing.
"But now it seems like I've stumbled onto something a bit more interesting."
"Oh? And what might that be?"
"You."
"You're quite bold, you know?"
"I am aware, yes." You giggle as he lights his own cigarette, offering you another since you'd finished yours.
You both sat there for a few minutes, enjoying the comforting silence that you both needed.
"Hey, Lou?"
"Yes, love?" He turned to you, a spark of intrigue in his eyes at the nickname you had given him.
"Would you like toâI don't knowâbe friends? We could go to my place and watch some TV since it's getting quite chilly out here, and I don't really want to drink anymore."
"Course we can, yeah. Don't want you walking home by yourself either." A smile spread across your face, gratitude shining in your eyes.
"Let's go then." You both finish your cigarettes, and you take his hand, leading the way to your place. Itâs closer than Louis expected, but heâs not complaining.
Once inside, you kick off your shoes and drop your bag by the door. You quickly turn on the heating, eager to warm up from the chilly air outside.
"Would you like a drink or something?" you ask as he settles onto the comfortable sofa in the living room.
"Tea, please, love."
"On it." You smile at him as he gets comfortable on the sofa, making himself at home while scrolling through a bunch of different movies.
As you focus on making tea for both of you, your mind drifts, and you momentarily forget about your boyfriendânow ex-boyfriend.
"Y/N?" You spin around, shocked to see him still lingering in your house.
"I told you to get the fuck out."
"Waitâplease let me explain!"
"What is there to explain? It was pretty obvious what was happening. I'm just curious about how long this has been going on." He avoids your gaze, mumbling.
"Hmm, what was that?"
"Two years."
"Wow. This all happened under my roof? You're fucking disgusting. Get out. Now."
"You heard her, get the fuck out." Louis spoke.
"Who the fuck are you?" Louis steps closer, wrapping his arm around your waistâa protective gesture that sends a shiver down your spine.
"Your replacement. I'm better than you, and you know it, so fuck off." Louis grinned, a mix of amusement and defiance in his eyes as he watched your ex-boyfriend storm out, slamming the door behind him.
You couldn't help but chuckle at Louis' boldness and the way he handled the situation. "Thanks for that. He really needed to go."
Louis shrugged casually. "No worries, love. No one messes with my friends like that."
You felt a wave of gratitude wash over you, grateful for Louis' unexpected presence and unwavering support. "I owe you one, Lou."
He flashed you a warm smile. "Nah, we're friends now. That's what friends are for, right?"
Right, friends. But did you want to be just friends? Of course not. You didn't know how it happened so quickly, but you knew you had developed some romantic feelings for Louis.
"Lou?" Your voice wavered as you spoke, looking up at him with shy eyes.
"Hm?"
"I think I like you. I know we've only just gotten to know each other, but I like you, and I know you probably don't feelâ" He cut off your rambling with a soft kiss on the lips, a smile spreading warmth across your face.
"What were you saying, hmm, love?" You gazed into his eyes, feeling a rush of courage. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him again, this time slower and deeper, savouring the moment as his hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer.
"I like you too," he whispered against your lips, making you grin and kiss him harder. The world around you faded as you lost yourself in the moment, feeling the warmth of his body and the electric connection between you.
As you pulled away slightly, breathless and smiling, you could see the sincerity in his eyes.
"So, what now?" you asked, a playful glint in your gaze. Louis chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.
"Now, we take it one day at a time, together." With that, he leaned in for another kiss, and in that moment, you realised this was just the start of something truly beautiful. He had become your safe haven, your sanctuary amidst the chaos.
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đ°đ: language, crude humor, references to sex, references to cheating, fwb situation, alcohol consumption (donât bike under the influence lol), one reference to vomit, angst
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âI just donât understand why youâre so upset.âÂ
To think, for the past few months, youâd figured that struggling to understand you was the last thing Rintaro was capable of. In fact, you couldnât bring yourself to believe him, not even if you wanted to. His back was turned to you, palms flattened against his scuffed kitchen counter, head hung heavy between his shoulders. And in that moment, you thought, the very least he could do is look at you while he said it.Â
âSeriously?â You sputtered, crossing your arms defiantly as you stared at the isolating expanse of his back, âAll I want is for you to keep me company, Rin, I donât want to go to this party. I just want one thing from you.â
Suna scoffed, finally turning around to glower at you, âIâm not going,â he huffed, âI went with you last time, anyways, you were too busy flirting with that guy you apparently know, remember? Why donât you just hang out with him tonight?â Realization sparked across your face, before pulling it down into a deep scowl, âI wasnât flirting with anyone, Rintaro, why the fuck would I-...â You swallowed back whatever was meant to come next, silenced by the sight of him shaking his head, a short bout of dry laughter accompanying the dismissive gesture, âYou donât need to explain yourself to me, you know.â You sucked your bottom lip between your teeth, chewing down in frustration until the tangy metallic flavor of stinging rage washed over you, âOh my God.â You mumbled, âYou are an asshole.âÂ
âWhy? Because I donât wanna be ignored all night?â He countered with a severe glare, lowering his face to yours, âNo.â You snapped, âYouâre embarrassed of me.â
Sunaâs expression melted into a puzzled frown, âWhy the fuck would you think that?â The words came out rawer than he must have intended, weighing painfully like a lump in his throat.Â
Your jaw trembled with anger, something horribly unpleasant beginning to churn nauseously in the pits of your belly, âYou never kiss me when anyoneâs around, you donât even hold my hand,â you mumbled, âYou donât even seem to want anything more than whatever the fuck this is supposed to be.âÂ
Rintaroâs hands hung heavy at his sides, something indiscernible happening in his face that you struggled to look at. You never could have imagined how searing his stare was when it lacked unadulterated love, and perhaps it was no different from before, but you couldnât shake that something felt as if it was beginning to change for the worse. His lips parted, as if something to say in order to fix it all had struck him, but he quickly lowered his gaze, âYeah, I guess youâre right,â he sighed. You found yourself staring at the floor, too, a sinking feeling beginning to press down on your chest until you nearly felt as if youâd be crushed.
âBut Iâm not ashamed of you,â he glanced back up, the unusual warmth of sincerity flooding his voice, âIf anything, I wishâŠI-...â the two of you locked eyes, a chilling quiet setting into the aching stretch of your bones, and his words suddenly escaped with his intentions, âYou know Iâve tried, donât you? You know how many times Iâve tried to keep you in one place and you justâŠgo away?â Suna squinted at you, in desperate search of an answer.Â
Heâd always known you wouldnât say something just because he wanted to hear it, but just this once, heâs not hungry for your cruelty. Thatâs what he said to you before, that what he admired most about you was how cruel you could be, how you would never lie to him, even if it broke his heart in the end. And he knew it was wrong of him to wish for something that didnât exist, something to bolster his courage, to make him say anything that sounded right.
âMaybe you and I donât understand each other like we thought we did, then.â You gritted your teeth, scooping your bag from his counter, âI should go.âÂ
Rintaro moved towards the door, words disappearing into nothing as soon as they hit his tongue, and he fiercely wanted to be slightly better than before, âWait-...but-...youâre still going?âÂ
âItâs my friendâs birthday, she asked me to be there,â you groaned, feeling like a broken record, âIâm not missing it.âÂ
You pushed past him into the dimly-lit hallway outside of his apartment, gripping the strap of your bag with a scowl, and glared over your shoulder at him, âAnd just so you know, I was never flirting with that guy. I donât know why youâre even hung up on that.âÂ
âBecause he wants to fuck you,â Suna scoffed indignantly, âisnât that obvious?â The heavy pressure of agitation returned to your body tenfold, a light simmer quickly raging towards your boiling point, âI can be friends with other guys without them wanting to fuck me.â You sneered.
âThatâs not what I said, is it? I said he wants to fuck you. Believe me, I know what that looks like.â Rintaro was unrelenting, leaning against the doorframe with a stony look on his face, idiotically stubborn, set in his ways like always. And normally, it was nice to be around someone so consistent, but it turned into a nuisance when this feature was suddenly positioned against you, prodding into your side.Â
Something within you popped, maybe it was the dam in the back of your mind, or the resistance it took to keep your tongue pressed so starkly against the roof of your mouth, but you found yourself uncaring in an instant. âYeah? Maybe I donât wanna sleep with him,â You spat in frustration, âbut even if I did, why do you care? Weâre not together, are we?â
Together. Wasnât that the word of the year?
Sunaâs jaw tightened, a strained smirk tugging at his lips, âGuess youâre right,â he raised a brow, âgo have fun, see if I care.â Your face dropped as he turned to shut the door, a grim expression flickering across his own.Â
âAsshole!â You exclaimed once the door was shut, kicking over the plant outside his entrance in frustration, before hobbling in deep regret down the stairs to your bike.
âYou sure thatâs a good idea?â Youâd long forgotten the distinction between what was good for you and what wasnât by the time you had the chance to think about it. Perhaps it was because you were drunk, or, maybe it was because things couldnât get any worse than they already were. Either way, you knew you didnât care enough to find an answer to that question.Â
âIâm fine.â You mumbled, haphazardly shifting your weight between feet, anxious to get a start on returning home. Surprisingly, being at a party did not distract you from the nagging thoughts about Suna, the incessant reminders that festered in the back of your mind like a fresh scab. And no matter how many drinks you downed, you knew the scab wouldnât scar over.
After a night of getting wasted at record speed, flailing your limbs around senselessly to trashy old pop music, and stumbling between people, you finished off with a predictable grand finale of vomiting alone in the bathroom.Â
As you stepped back out into the overcrowded party, you thought about how you were surrounded by people that you were meant to be friends with one way or another, but never felt the comfort that came with the thought of being amongst friends. It was depressing, rather emptying, to realize that you were indeed nobody without Suna around to make you feel like a person.
Youâd long forgotten what loyalty felt like when rewarded outside of you and Sunaâs friendship, it was hard to feel loyal to anyone when you spent most nights helping spread rumors about them. After On Sight, youâd begun to realize how awful everyone truly was, and maybe you didnât want them as a friend.Â
A familiar face, one without a name, had approached you with a concerned frown. Thatâs how you ended up back on the dried front lawn of the party, fiddling with the padlock of your bike. Seriously, who bikes to parties? Suna had given you shit for it once, but in your defense, there wasnât really any other way to get around besides his car. And you didnât mind it, you found you didnât mind a lot of inconveniences when you were with Rintaro.Â
Finally, it dawned on you that the guy who followed you out of the party was the one Suna had brought up earlier. In a daze, you stand up straight, frowning in confusion as you evaluate the accusations Suna had thrusted so confidently upon this man. God, why did he always have to be right?
There was certainly no question that you were drunk, and you knew that itâd be best to hold your tongue, but something deep within you wanted Suna to be wrong just this once.Â
âIs it true?â You cleared your throat, going back to anxiously thumbing the combination into your bike lock. The guy made a confused noise, uttering something in question that you didnât have the capacity to register. You sighed and glanced back over your shoulder, the opened lock in your hand, âI mean,â what the hell else did you have to lose? âYou wanna fuck meâŠright?â
He choked on his words, arms crossed snugly over his chest, âUm,â he smirked sheepishly, shrugging, âI wouldnât mind it.â
At that you scoffed, shoving the bike lock into your purse and slinging the heavy bag over your body, âYou wouldnât mind?â You parroted, feeling annoyance churn in your stomach, you tried your very hardest to ignore the fact that you felt as if youâd be sick again.
âThatâs interesting.â You added in aid to his confusion, swinging your leg around the bike. He clutched the fabric of your jacket, Sunaâs jacket, a desperate look in his eyes, âWait, butâŠwhyâd you ask?â
At that moment, there was nothing more you wished for than the empty solace of your bed, and you cursed yourself for letting your need to be right get the better of you. You didnât want to spend your entire night worrying about Suna, yet, here you were ending it trying to prove him wrong, even without him there to bear witness. âI was just curious.â You shrugged, raising a brow.Â
âYou donât want to-...â âNot really, no.âÂ
And much like everything else, you couldnât find a care to feel bad for him as you clumsily pedaled down the neighborhood street, straightening up against the handlebars to ride off the momentum. Suna was right. You were wrong. It was enough to make you want to launch your bike into the nearest ravine.Â
By some miracle, you made it to your bed in time, head swimming with the same three thoughts:
I should apologize to Suna.Â
Suna should apologize to me.Â
Suna.
Maybe it could have been over by lunchtime the next day, youâd even called him as soon as you woke up. And if it were any other situation, Suna would have answered before the second ring. But that wasnât the situation. After all, he saw what you did. Or, at least, he thought he saw.Â
Itâs one of his worst habits, jumping the gun. Adding up all the variables he thought he knew and hating the answer before the question could even work itself out. Rintaro couldnât stop himself from doing it the night before, perhaps one of the worst times for him to draw his own conclusions.Â
He couldnât sleep that night, and much to his annoyance, he knew the only way heâd be able to rest is if he saw you. Suna had clambered into his car, cursing your name for being the only thing on his mind the whole drive over to the party. And if he wanted to see you, he certainly got his wish granted, but he should have been more careful about what he wished for.Â
Suna pulled up to the house, watching as you drunkenly stumbled out into the front yard on that assholeâs arm. And if he had stayed any longer, he might have been there to see you bike off on your own, he wouldnât have spent the rest of his evening wide awake, thinking about you in someone elseâs bed. But he sped off, nauseously gripping the wheel as every regret heâd ever had began to flood to the forefront of his mind. This fucking sucks, doesnât it? Heâd thought to himself with a grim scoff.Â
If he could have done one thing right in his life, he knew he wouldâve liked to have been less of a coward. After all, Suna Rintaro had been in love with you from the very first night you met. Didnât you know that already? And there is nothing more he wanted than to call you his, but he feared that if he kept you too close, thereâd come a time where he couldnât keep you at all. What did it matter anymore? To him, youâd made your decision, so, heâd made his.Â
Vengeance was such an ugly thing, but it felt so nice to hurt you when he was still licking his own wounds. Thatâs why Suna would do what he did a week later.Â
But the pleasure passed after a fleeting second, and it left you both reeling over things that could have happened if you had just said the goddamn words.
đ»đŒđđČđ:
â± when ur bff/situationship/enemy/soulmate/lover cheats on you (maybe)
â± somebody tell makki what listeria is (joke for dodger and dodger only)
â± atsumu being an okay buddy
â± in present time, suna and y/n are still meeting up to work on on sight 2.0, definitely no hooking up...for sure...no funny business...nothing...
â± so yeah thats what went down. miscommunication and suna's an asshole.
đź/đ»: okay so i did disappear off of the face of the earth. part of the time i was brainrotting with ree and dodger, the other part i was dying of the plague (the flu) but im better now (from the flu, not the brainrot) so fucking sorry i was gone i missed you all so bad. thanks for beta reading ree i love you.
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