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arminzblackbimbo · 5 months ago

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i do (wanna get close to you)

part (۶९)

armin alert x blackfem!reader x connie springer

tw: mdni, poly relationship, boy x boy moments, double penetration, nipple play, cervix touching, "bubba" as an endearment, connie is dominant, anal sex, ass eating, spit play, different perspectives, mating press, spitting in mouth, praise, choking, lots of talking during sex, a lil long sorry, and crying kink

late at night when you've all showered, eaten, and all ready to get into bed after leaving the dinner table. all dressed up in your silky nightgown

all settling into bed. getting comfortable under the covers snuggling with each other, two bodies on either side off you keeping you warm. snuggling into them both. enjoying their company

your getting comfortable ready to go to sleep, when suddenly connie flips you over on your back laying on top of you while armin snuggles with the both of you.

driffing slowly to sleep you start to feel little wet kisses to your neck, you feel slight sucking from his lips. you softly moan at the sensation, you look to the side to give more accesss allowing you to look at armin softly sleeping still gripping onto you in his sleep while connie is just moving his lips

you feel him start to move from your neck to your chest sucking on the skin of your breast that are still concealed by your nightgown. "baby, you ok ?" you ask while you pet the top of his head softly. you know sometimes he can get needy for attention when he gets really sleepy.

" i just need to love on you" he says quietly looking up at you as pulls the front of your nightgown down. reaching his hands to cup each breast, holding them in his hands groaning at the weight of them "can't love on you baby ?" he moves down and give each breast a tender kiss.

"n-n no of course it's ok baby i just thought you were sleep" you stammer as he pokes his tongue along your hard pebbles. sucking softly on you, trying to soothe himself. his body sometimes getting to hot for him to handle, his blood boiling with attraction.

connie is swirling his tongue around the whole of the areola using his whole mouth to suction and suck on your breasts. moving to the other side of your chest, he pulls away and you think he's done and ready to roll over and cuddle into bed

"open your mouth, pretty" you obey him, tiredly open wide for him. awaiting for his next move, your eyes fluttering when you feel his saliva hit the back of your throat. he is just watching you. "swallow it" he says firmly.

satisfied when your throat contracts and you open your mouth to show him no evidence. he pulls his head back to spit on each nipple. your nightgown fully on except for the front that's pulled down for connie's pleasure. your legs wrapped tightly around connies waist and slowly massaging the back of his head. your used to their antics and how insatiable they both can be for you.

armin can feel some movement from you in his arms. he slowly pulls his eyes open watching connie's spit slide down the curve of your breast while he works his mouth with his eyes closed.

you feel armin grip onto you tighter causing you turn to him. seeing his pretty smile when you turn your face towards him. you can see the tired in his eyes. connie is still suckling eagerly. twirling his tongue around you

he is so sleepy he just moved his face next to connies kissing your soft skin of your chest. so he can suck on you too, so he can rest on your chest. but connie doesn't let him ignoring his soft please and begging

armin is pouting. mad he can't suck on your breasts because connie is being greedy. hungrily sucking on them just making armin watch while his lip pokes out. your soft moans adding to his anger he wants to make you feel good too.

you watch them just amused that they are both act like this. "come here, bubba" connie head is now up saliva coating his lips as he calls to armin. "you with this pouting shit, come 'ere" connie's face still close your breast he can see armin eye them. he pulls his chin so their faces are touching "stop with all that pouting, i'm not playin' " he can see slight tears in his eyes.

he kisses him slowly to stop his lip from trembling. holding his jaw, to move his head as his lips are softly moving against his. "your being greedy" armin whines out when he pulls away. armin is always pouting and or whining but he knows that's connie soft spot for him. knowing the pitch pulls at his heart

connie starts to feel bad knowing he just wanted to suckle on your chest too. he lets out a big breath knowing he is falling for armins trap. "you can have her for the night, im sorry for being greedy baby " kissing him so deeply it makes you feel tingly. seeing their tongues crashing over your chest. connie pulls away to see his swollen lips and his face being a light pink color. from his blood rushing to his face. "you better dick her down good or else nobody going to sleep"

you swallow deeply while armin replaces where connie was on top of you. while you whine missing his warmth and mouth on your breast. your feeling a heat so intense in your stomach.

" 'min, it aches" you grab onto him. abdomen clenching feeling his body weight on you. your body betraying you from the sleep you wanted so bad. now you want armin to scratch the itch deep inside of you.

armins pecking your lips. now wide awake, working his tongue with yours gently. "mmh i know, i know baby" he speaks against your lips. moving his hands around your body. reaching for your nightgown and sliding it off your body

not wasting time in sliding those skimpy underwear off. watching the wetness web out when we works them off of you. "your so pretty baby" connie whispers in your ear, he lays beside you watching armin strip you of your clothes.

connie is satisfied when he sees your naked body shining in the rooms low light. seeing armin strip out his boxers, leaving his body clean off any clothes. connie loves how both of you being naked makes him jump in his boxers. so beautiful and you both are just for him.

armin moves to spread your legs wide. just so he can look at you. admire your body and how the puffiness between your thighs pulses with need. "armin please i need you" your so needy for him, begging for him

he sees the way your chubby pussy lips spread more when your legs move farther back. he always been in awe off the fattiness of your pretty pussy.

he moves to softly pats his length against you, watching the fat of your lower lips cling to him. making contact with your clit causing your body to shiver. the pleasure making you forget connie is right next to you until you feel his lips sucking on the column of your throat. the feeling has you veins pulsing.

"bubba hand me a pillow please" armin soft voice comes into the air. he is itching to get inside you. waiting for connie to grab the pillow. seeing connie separate from your throat to tend to armin. he goes to hand him the pillow but when he reaches for it connie grabs his hand and pulls him toward him

connie sticking his tongue down his throat. lips smacking against each other. kissing him hard not letting him come up for air. moving his hand to grip his dick with his fist. tightly around the tip. asserting dominance against him. armin is so sensitive he can only take so much of the assault of connie's rough hands squeezing him tightly.

"fuck her good" connie whispered against him. they talk about you like your not there. spit coating both of their lips while your just watching them, when connie lays back in his position next to you. excited for what's to come when armin slides the pillow under your ass. hosting you up and creating a soft cushion for you.

he now has you ready. no need to prep you when you juices leak onto the pillow already becoming moist with your wetness. taking those pretty legs and sliding them to dig into the sheets around you. knees pressing by your waist. causing you to leak out even more. the daydreams of this simple placing of your legs had you whining.

every time your in this position they act like wild animals "be gentle please" you whisper, nervous that he is going to be rough with you, rearrange your insides.

"i will baby, i will" he so erect, so hard that the length of him is becoming a flush red color. he so ready to have you. seeing those fat lips spread so wide for him clit sticking out into the air, puffy with neediness.

situating himself so he can push into you. his tip contacting with the wetness of you. feeling slight pressure when he prods into you. feeling the tension in your walls when he moves further into you.

his width spreading you little by little, still pushing in when you whine so loud for him. half of his wide erection reaches so deep it cause you to grip connie's hand and clench your walls up tightly. both of your moans so erotic that connie feels rock solid in his boxers.

connie's in you ear "just relax, baby you can do it. your doing so good" whispering to relax you and let armin all the way in but you can't. your trying to defend your cervix against armins hard tip he's already so deep into you. you know he's going to make contact with the slimy disk. the way your body is folded you can't escape him when he pushes more of him inside. your puffy lips spread for his thickness. connie still talking into you ear. "you gotta let him in baby, you'll feel so good, let him all the way in"

the words relaxing you and armin takes advantage and sticks you deeper. his hands flexing into the crook of your knees. pulling his length so that the tip is the only thing that is consumed by your walls.

slowly he presses his pelvis all the way to yours leaving nothing in between you two and begins rolling and grinding his hips hitting your cervix with prescion, he can feel the sticky sensation of it.

you body is shaking with the feeling of everything. from connie making soft touch all on your body on top of armins tip pressing in you so deeply. jumping in his hold when the first thrust is so deep your eyes roll back. armin feels it too. how you shiver in his hold. poking so deep into you.

he pulls his hips back again starting a deep slow rhythm into you. the deep strokes making your vision blurry. "ahh armin your-r-r hittin to deep" your shaking hand coming to trying and push on his soft stomach.

you feel connie taking your shaking hand, grabbing the other one and put them over your head. "keep your hands to yourself, baby" voice patient which contradicts when he grips your wrist tightly. armin just started you can't be tapping our now. your so sensitive for them both.

the feeling is too much "ahhh 'min " your wrist suspended above you. when your try and wiggle free. they both have you trapped, connie has your arms and armin has those pretty legs pressed against the bed. your so wet, making him almost slip out of you.

connie praises him. "split that pussy open bubba, your doing so good" proud to see armin swing his hips strongly into yours. pulling the blondes face close to his next to your pinned legs, so they can share a kiss. sucking those pink lips he loves so much. it causing armins hips to work harder wanting to make connie content

connie's lip move from his lips and latch on his neck encouraging his roughness. making him groan and pant out. marking him up for everyone to see. his possession for him taking over.

armin hips rolls stickily into yours. your legs so wide and spread out he is able to the hit spots so deep inside you. the hickies that connie put on his neck has him whimpering. "connie, your gonna make me cum"

feeling a hand grip around his throat he holds his breath. "what i say, huh ?" waiting on the blonde's answer he grips a little harder letting go to let him say something but he can't respond. too overwhelmed "didn't i say fuck her good ? make that pussy ache, beat it swollen" armin feels him breaths right against his face as he as moved up. "now do what i told you to do baby"

cheeks pink when he whimpers shaking his head up and down. you see the whole interaction. it makes you walls flutter around armins thickness. he pulls his hips all the way back, tip barely inside you.

his hands gripping the crook behind your knees tighter when he roughly thrust back into you. "b-baby" your stuttering as your hands grabbing onto connie. gripping onto anything your hands can get a hold of since connie let them go. the blonde above you thrusting picking up speed at the words leaving your lips.

he can just reply with small whimpers. you both are big pouters. finding a way to communicate through your high pitched whines that vocalize off each other.

he is hitting so deep because of the pillow that lies underneath you and way he has your legs stretching into the mattress. knees pressing hard, while his rough hands grip your flesh there. "wanna make connie proud" he whispers drilling into you. his hips set in a bruising pace that has you seeing stars and gripping hard onto his width. "so tight for me, so so tight baby" he's groaning above you. being so rough your walls feel like they are being punished with pleasure.

you feel light suckling on your ear lobe as connie plays with the skin of your ear. there is no need to speak above a whisper as he is loud enough as it is. you can hear his spit in his mouth as he runs the slimy appendage through the ridges of the ear canal. "let him tear it up baby, don't it feel good ? that big dick feel so good don't it ?"

his breath against your ear has goosebumps appearing. his lewd language making your body shiver. he grips your face at the lack of acknowledgment you give him. "that dick making you dumb huh baby ?, is it too deep ?"

all these questions he murmurs into your ear have you nodding your head fast. "where at baby, is it right here ?" he moves his hand so that he presses the skin right under you belly button. right where armins length is poking your insides.

it's too much to handle the feeling of armins tip hitting the gummy barrier inside of you. the pressure of connie's hand on your stomach has your eyes rolling back and your back arching off the bed. the positions your in doesn't help, your so spread out your tingling.

"it's too much, its too much" you try and push his hand away. but he his firm. your so wet for armin that he can feel his testicles strain and jump as he slide in and out of you. his rhythm steady

armin mouth is open letting all of his soft moans and groans. your velvety walls choking him for everything he's worth. causing him to whimper and close his eyes tight so he doesn't have an early release. with each roll of his hips he moves them like it'll be his last

armins mouth is watering seeing you spread out looking so beautiful. your breast heaving up and down from his deep strokes. he just wants a small taste. connie's neediness earlier didn't allow him to savor your breast like he wanted to. now he gets a chance to.

moving his head down he puts your nipple in his mouth. suckling like his life depends on it. suctions on your nipple moving his tongue back and forth making sure the bite the nipple as he start to move faster still rolling his hips vigorously.

biting down makes the pain feel so good. the feeling of both there touches sending you into overdrive. "ahh bubba i-i can't it- " he starts rotating his hips faster. still sucking with everything he has making you feel sensitive like you body is buzzing.

the blondes tongue moves around your sore peak. so softly your stomach is clenching up at the sensation. just relaxing into the feeling. so much so that when connie suddenly mouths on your chest. suckling along with armin, you moan with surprise.

they each have one of your breast in their mouth the feeling making you squirm. small "ahh's" leaving your lips. you feel those legs that are held against the bed start the shiver. starting to move on their own. you grip the back on connie's buzzed head pressing him against your chest.

the slow feeling of static starts to makes it way through your body. starting at your toes and tingling in your chest. feeling a fire spread through your stomach and pelvis. " 'm cumming, ugh i'm-m " armin's hips piercing you steadily to guide you through your high.

feeling connie's hand drag along your stomach between you and armin's two sweaty bodies. his fingertips touching where your the most swollen. feeling his fingers cirlce around you, feeling your toes that lay in the air beginning to tighten. your body becoming tense due to the pleasure both the bodies on top of you supply.

your body shakes and shivers when you gush all over armin's width, moaning loudly. his pretty blue eyes fluttered close at the plushness of your walls around him. the warmth of you is making goosebumps cover his body.

armin almost starts to slow down his thrust, his hips stuttering. face scrunching up and eyebrows knitting together, mouth sucking harder on your chest. connie sees this from the corner of his eye. lifting his head from your breast "unt, unt keep going, cum in her baby" he speaks softly to encourage him. he moves away from your nipple. the suckling made him hungry for something else

connie moves armins head away from your breast. separating him from you, even when he tries to still latch himself back onto you. pushing his body back so that he can see your swollen pussy clench around armin.

so puffy gripping around that thick dick he is obsessed. his mouth watering to just get one lick, one taste. he needs it.

connie makes sloppy kisses between your breast. following the invisible line to your belly button, all the way to your where your spread out from armin's length. his lips wrap around your thumping clit. swirling his tongue with precision. you grab his buzzed scalp trying to move away from the torment he is putting your through

armin hitting so deep into you. no spots untouched from his hard length. now connie sucking and running his tongue along your sensitive flesh. collecting all your juices thats left you. sucking on your clit sticking his tongue out to catch armin coming in and out of you too

your lucky armins hands keep you still or else you would have been all over the bed. your pressed down by those big hands while you call out " 'min 'mi- con- connie please" saying both of their names feeling a heavy feeling in your spine

armin can feel the slight feeling of connie's tongue and it has him shaking, eyes rolling back. when he feels his stomach knotting and twisting from the adding feeling. he can feel his legs stiffen and you hear those high pitched groans that tell you he is close.

his hands tighten against the crock of your knees. connie's tongue makes you feel like your floating. the suction of his lips has the volume of your whimpers shaking both their ears. the sounds send armin over the edge. your feel his tip shaking inside your as he pumps you full.

feeling new ropes enter you hitting your cervix with promise. your chest heaving up and down while armin huffs and puffs above you. connie groans with his lips around you making your hips jump lapping at the cream that your and armin created. after he is satisfied he lifts his head and looks at both of you

your both are covered in a light sheen and are trying to come back to reality. giving each other small kisses ignoring connie. he goes to land a rough smack on the blondes perky ass to congratulate him for how good he fucked you. armin jumps at the hard thwack. "good job, baby"

you see connie make his way to whispers in armins ear. he is the mastermind behind this. the one who decides what positions you go in. how rough and fast armin makes loves to you. he is the one in control.

connie lays both of you on your sides your face facing armins chest while your still connected. your breathing hard, already had your release and your tired. more whispering into armin's ear conspiring against you.

the crook of your knees come in contact with armins shoulders. you say small "mmhs" while your folded in half. knees stretching as you arch your back to put less strain on your hips.

armin grinds into you to get comfortable this causing you to whine and your bottom lip to start quivering "it hurts bubba" he's touching your cervix. you feel it, your walls are tired of trying to defend it. he is flush against it.

his tip pressing hard into the flimsy disk of it. your stomach burning with pain. you feel armin hands go to pull your ass cheeks apart the positions pushing you harder against his hips

"i'm sorry baby" he kisses your shaking lips " it's ok, your ok" he can hear connie behind you kissing your back. he hates seeing your in pain but you feel so good you walls choking him so tightly.

you lay your head on to his shoulder where your legs are suspended. just breathing slow and steadying your head. when you hear the familiar sounds of the lube bottle open, you immediately start squirming

"bubba please i can't, 'm too sensitive" your babbling, words jumbling together and you just feel a kiss at your puckered hole. where armin hands keeps you spread open for connie's lips. slowly adding several kisses that include tongue to just relax you.

you feel him swirling his tongue around the area almost sticking his tongue inside. he is so nasty. he doesn't care. armin can just hear the slurping of skin. seeing your pretty face twist as you lay against your knee. he knows you not comfortable in this position but he knows once the pleasure starts you'll be ready to do this exact same thing tomorrow.

the faces you make, makes him jerk inside of you. the tip tapping on the disk of your cervix. you clench up around armin. juices coat his stomach and in between the globes of your ass.

connie gets a taste of your juices too while he is inbetween your cheeks. savoring the taste while he messily eats the ringed hole. lubing you up with his spit.

he pulls away with a pecked kiss against the puckeredness as it winks at him. he works his way up your back making kisses up your spine. you are more relaxed not as tensed. letting the sticky juices flow around armin and onto his pelvis. it's ridiculous how wet you are.

"that feel good baby ?" your damn there drooling from the feeling connie left you in. armins right in your face asking how you feel. you just shake your head up and down; eyes low, high off the feeling. he is distracting you from connie preparing himself behind your back. spreading lube against his length.

armin spanks one the cheeks that is in his hand still spreading you. "come on talk to me, baby " he is firm even with his soft speaking voice he holds authority.

"feels so good 'min " you say out of breath. they both are stealing your breath from you. armin spreads you wider as connie spreads globs of lube on your anus. slowly circling his fingers gliding against you making you flinch when he able to slide a finger in easy, all the way to the knuckle. he knows your ready for him. kissing your shoulder as he gets behind you. laying on his side too.

positioning his angry tip at your puckered entrance slowly sliding in. working himself inside slowly not to hurt you. making you squirm while armin keeps you still. "ugh connie" your eyes are fluttering at the pleasure. he's trying to fit all of him inside. he presses into your back, which cause your chest to be flush against your legs that lays on armin chest.

you can feel a pop sound when he slips in all the way in causing you to be filled up. in both of your holes. your mouth just open, no sound coming out. oppose to armin and connie every time you clench both of them groan.

just trying to adjust, connie is so deep in you. you can feel it in your back. how he is hitting those forbidden spots. trying to calm down your rushing veins. but you can't, not when you adjust your hips you feel armins thickness digging into you.

you start to feel armin lift you by your ass cheeks. lifting you high enough for only allow his tip to remain inside, same for the man the lays behind you and slowly bringing you back down.

you body just shake at the sensation. shaking calfs over the blondes shoulders. "i'm too full bubba, i can't breathe" you start to slowly hyperventilate.

connie kisses your shoulder to calm you down kissing all over your back. pressing your back in. so your arch in armins hold, the angle making you scream out. it feels so good all you can do is scream. double the pleasure almost makes you feel drunk. your drunk on the euphoria of them.

he sees armin consoling you, saying to just relax and you'll feel good. how you always love it, how you love when they both piston inside you. you just can't be so tense, just be calm. you can do it.

connie takes advantage when your body becomes loose, your toes curling when he roughly slides into you. armin can feel connie length through the thin skin that separates the two of them. making him whimper into you neck. he has already came. making him extra sensitive.

armin is whining for the both of you. connie hears him even through he tries to muffle himself. "bubba" connie calls to him, his face now on top your shoulder. his front pressed against your back. he is panting "open your mouth" their faces close to each others over you shoulder.

he loves watching those pretty lips separate and tongue sticking out. loves spitting in his mouth watch it slide to the back of his throat. it takes over his senses. he slams his lips against his when he watches him swallow and open his mouth to show connie. both of their mouths moving together in sync.

messily licking each others tongues causing spit to dribble from their lips. the kisses making them thrust rougher. the pace of them both making you moan out between them.

sucking on armins tongue making him whine. tongues clashing while he grips your ass checks hard in his hands making his knuckles turn white.

smiling against connie's lips when he slows down his tongue. looking each other in the eyes while panting from their thrusting. "i love you" armin whispers against his lips.

"mmh i love you too" the exchange of words makes them have an unforgiving pace. that makes you have to grip onto anything you can. both their bodies squishing you between them. "ahh my pretty boy, your so pretty" connie still talking to armin admiring him. just seeing his face makes him jolt inside of you.

the rough circle of connie hips has spit catching in your throat. when you collect your breath from one thrust there is another one from armin causing you to hyperventilate through tiny breaths.

you feel so full from them. your stomach feeling stuffed so much so that you feel you eyes start to sting the pleasure suffocating you. you feel the salty tears touching your cheeks. your body doesn't know how to react, you want to squirm free but your trapped between two bodies.

when armins hips stroke into you deeply you can feel connie copy his movements. with your tears flowing down your face from the pleasure, armin has to insert some self control. the way your pretty eyes water makes his stomach churn.

your so beautiful when you can't express the euphoria your feeling. when the words can't come out and all you can do is let your eyes water freely. his thrust quicken he is extremely sensitive. you gripping him so tightly his breath faning your face from how close you all are.

he licks lightly at your face letting the salty tears quiet his thirst. "mmm your so pretty " he wants you to know. how beautiful you are to him. how you make his heart flutter. your eyes trained on him as moans creep out your mouth. you see his pink lips moving " 'm cummin baby, ugh 'm cumming"

you see those blue eyes roll back, feeling the white cream enter you, makes you start to shake those legs on his shoulders shaking and wiggling while armin fills you up. "ugh, your perfect baby, so perfect" he pants out admirations.

armin stills once his body stops buzzing. kissing you softly on your quivering lips. lips shaking because even if armin has finished, connie is still working hard to release into you . rolling his hips firmly into. groaning on top of your back, you feel the vibrations through you.

latching his lips to suck on the fresh tears that leave your eyes. trailing his tongue up your cheeks to relax himself. help your shaking legs off his shoulders still holding your cheeks open for connie's thrust. holding you securely.

connie pushes all three of your bodies, having armin on his back with you on top of him, and connie on top of you. "come on baby, you gonna cum for me ? you came for armin, was you trynna make me jealous baby ?" his hands slides onto your back pressing into a small arch.

"yes, yes im cummin' connie" feeling armin lips on you and connie rough strokes. your close, armin starts a slow grind into you rolling his hips, catching your clit on his front. he so overstimulated he feels the blood rushing through his veins faster because of your moist walls squeezing him.

clawing at his chest you feel your stomach tighten hear the skin of all three of your bodies meet, the sounds making you buzz. the fire in your abdomen spread "aah" sounds are made from each stroke when your toes start to curl and you thighten your body up.

snatching away the liquid from both men when your release all over armin. the tightness that you bring has them both holding you tight and filling you. armin nearly has nothing to give. rough breathing and whimpering leaving him.

connie squishes you, laying on top you breathing heavy, your juices leaving all of you sticky. once everyone's breath is even connie kisses you shoulder. everybody hasn't moved eyes all closed. "you ok baby ?" connie ask out of his sex haze, mind clear.

you can only say "mmh" back, all the energy being sucked out of you feeling like your in a dream already. sleeping almost taking you away. you softly feel both of them pull out of you. whining while they do, as their cum mixes together when it meets.

"you did so good baby, so good" armin whispered tiredly. you feel connie get off of you going to get a wet cloth for all of you. armin still kissing all over your resting face.

you jump when you feel connie clean you up, dropping on the bed when he helps armin clean himself too. kissing him softly, saying how proud he was of him. you smile softly at your two partners who you love deeply and you make you feel so good

you fall asleep against armins chest and with connie on your back saying how sorry he is for being so needy. taking your sleep from you. kissing you to dream land

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shuaraes · 9 months ago

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i should’ve never let you go | x.mh

- To him, love can only mean you

oneshot | 2.5k | exes! au | angst | comfort

after laying out his raw heart for you on voicemail, one part of xu minghao never expects to hear from you again. this is until you text him back asking him to meet you for the first time in over a year. with your text, minghao knows he can’t let you slip away the way he did before.

sequel to we shouldn’t have ended like this

~ pairing . xu minghao x gn!reader

~ content . exes to lovers au!, non idol au!, minghao’s a lover boy, quite cheesy at the end, can be read as a standalone fic but some minor references won’t be picked up on

~ tw/cw . suggestive, mentions of alcohol, minghao’s a bit of a dick to everyone but his s/o

~ song rec . blue jeans - lana del rey

~ author’s note . here it is, the much requested pt.2 !! thank you all for loving pt.1 so much ~~

(taglist at the end)

THE PARK BENCH IS ICE AGAINST MINGHAO’S BLUE JEANS.

His hands are tightly clasped around a medium-sized bouquet, a pink bow ribbon tying everything together. Minghao doesn’t know the first thing about flowers, just knows that carnations are your favourites. Even though there’s a slight chill in the air, Minghao is dressed nicely; short-sleeved polo rolled up to show his arms. He thought he might as well make a decent effort: after all, he’s seeing you for the first time in a year.

Soulmates used to be a concept foreign to Minghao, so foreign when his friend Jun often blabbed on about finding his ‘one true love’ - he could only scoff. Then he thought about what love meant to him. Watching all his friends fall in and out of it faster than he could blink, love didn’t mean much. Yes, he had been ‘in love’ but it had never consumed him, never broken him apart to the point he questioned his purpose of living.

Until you whispered those three words into his ear (it was early morning and you were tangled in his sheets, the linen covering your bare upper body, your eyes were barely opened but your smile was so bright, your fingertips and kisses painted his neck like a canvas. He had never seen such an angelic sight) and it all finally clicked. If this was what love felt like, then he had loved you since he first saw you.

Being in love meant loving you. To him, now love can only mean you.

Honestly, Minghao wasn’t expecting a response from you. It was three am when he sent the voicemail and after so long with no contact, you had probably moved on and found someone else. Living your life without thinking about him, is a privilege Minghao could only wish for. You were in his dreams, in his walls, staring at him in his bathroom mirror.

Although he did miss you terribly, a part of him sent a message because he wanted closure. He wanted to know you didn’t want him anymore. Maybe with your deafening silence, he could move on - live a life with you (an empty promise to himself, like a single coin in a fountain). But you didn’t.

A week after that night, Minghao received a text from your number.

It was early afternoon and Minghao was only half occupied with the tasks of the day, his head everywhere but the present. After sending that voicemail, he couldn’t seem to focus. A string of ‘what ifs’ kept constantly replaying in his head like a strip of film. At a point, he even contemplated throwing away your slippers. But as he saw them by the heater neatly lined next up to his - something deep from within him forced his whole body to stop. He couldn’t, he just couldn’t. Throwing away your slippers would mean giving up on you. Quitting had not got Minghao very far in life.

A notification popped up when he was scrolling mindlessly that day - he was about to swipe up. But when he saw your contact name (it’s ‘sweetheart’, he hasn’t changed it since the day he told you he loved you, the contact name even outliving your relationship), his phone almost dropped out of his hand and onto his face.

Sweetheart: How much did you drink?

Minghao’s breath hitched in his throat. The last thing he wanted was for you to feel like you were a drunken mistake. That he wouldn’t have said what he said without the removed inhibitions from several bottles of wine. He meant every single word he said

Minghao: I’ve never been more sober in my life.

His fingers paused at his keyboard, wanting to say so much more. He wanted to tell you once again how he couldn’t live without you, how you were even more important to him than the oxygen that fills his lungs. But he settled with simple formalities instead.

Minghao: How are you?

Sweetheart: Stop pretending that you care.

Minghao could feel his entire heart shatter in his chest, had you not listened to the voicemail or even worse did you not believe him? Did you not believe his love for you? Again, you were slipping away from him right in front of his eyes, he couldn’t let you go.

Minghao: Everything I said in that voicemail was true. I care about you more than I care for myself.

Sweetheart: Meet me in the park at 2pm and prove it then.

That’s how Minghao finds himself in his local park. Coincidentally, where you both had your first date (now several years ago, he placed a pink carnation behind your ear and when he looked into your eyes, he knew you were going to be different from the others). His heart is threatening to fall out of his chest with the way it’s beating so fast. What is he supposed to say to you? What apology on earth can he give you to make up for his past actions?

The past is in the past but Minghao needs you in his future.

As if you were the grand prize in this game we call life, Minghao is a debtor using up his final pennies. He can’t afford to lose you. The universe doesn’t grant second chances easily and Minghao wasn’t a fool to let you go again.

Your relationship was the furthest thing from perfect, but your flaws matched each other in a way Minghao could never fully grasp. End pieces in a jigsaw, rose quartz and serenity in an evening sky, the rays of the sun and the glow of the moon. You were far from perfect but you were more than close enough for Minghao. He was obsessed with you and still is.

He hears the light patter of feet against the cobbled pavement. The sound gets louder and louder until it stops. Minghao looks up from his fiddling fingers, expecting it to be some dog walker whose pet doesn’t understand the concept of personal space. But then he feels a familiar tap on his shoulder, there’s only one person in this world whose touch is as light as a feather.

When he sees you, his whole world ceases to exist. It is only you that remains. For a year he wanted, craved for this moment. You were his messiah, all he wanted to do was worship you until his throat was hoarse and lips parched. He was thirsty, oh so thirsty. Only you could save him, only you could fix him. He quickly stands up to look at you. He thinks if you touch him his legs would give in and he would fall to the floor. Your presence is overwhelming, you’re taking over his sensing and clouding his thoughts.

All of his words are caught in the base of his throat, there is so much he wants to tell you - but as he tries to speak only silence escapes from his parted pink lips.

You look slightly different, something Minghao couldn’t quite put his finger on. In front of him, you are a paradigm of blues, yellows and reds: the centrepiece in an art gallery, Micheal Angelo’s greatest creation.

“These are for me?” You ask cautiously, breaking the seemingly infinite silence.

You were so surprised to hear from him after you had assumed he had fallen out of love with you months ago. You want to make sure, that you haven’t gone mad, that the love of your life is really standing in front of you.

“Of course they are,” He hands you the flowers and watches your face light up when you realise that he remembered.

“You remembered…” You say smiling, looking down and twirling the pink stain ribbon between your fingers. ‘Of course’ Minghao thinks - of course, he’d never forget. He wants to reply but he’s too captivated with your beauty to think straight.

Still lost in thought, you continue, “Where did all the time go… Back then we were so young, so naive, so… So…” You struggle to find the right words to say.

“So stupid.” Minghao’s words are breathless as you meet his ever-so-loving gaze. For the whole of your relationship, Minghao had never been the one to open up to faults - you as well. The feeling of being so naked and vulnerable is foreign to him. But he relishes in the freedom of the truth, his pride no longer holding him down in chains.

He thinks he loves you more than anyone in human history has loved before.

“I meant everything, I said in that voicemail. You were right ‘We shouldn’t have ended like this’, yet I let it happen. I made you doubt my love but to protect my pride, I just stood there, saying nothing. I thought you grew fed up with our relationship, that I wasn't what you wanted. But then I realised you were pushing me away to protect yourself, just like I did.” Minghao pauses getting slightly emotional.

“Nothing I say or do will ever be enough, I can’t turn back time I know that.

But I never stopped loving you.”

And before he can comprehend, you’re in his arms, head against his chest - your home (his heart). You drop the flowers in your right hand and Minghao circles himself around you, engulfing you in his embrace. You don’t say anything, yet a thousand words fall from your parted lips as you stare into his pools of brown (the same pools you could spread hours, days drowning in, as if fresh air didn’t exist). You smell exactly like he remembered, a mix of woods and flora. You feel like a cup of warm tea after a tiresome day, the silver lining he always looks towards. Minghao thinks there’s nothing in the world as beautiful as you.

“I should’ve never let you go…” The words tumbling out of his lips are a waterfall of emotion. Waves of relief rush over him as he feels himself around you. This is where he is supposed to be. Suddenly, everything in his life is going to be okay.

“I should have never tried to push you away in the first place ” Your hands reach up to stroke the back of his hair and he melts into your touch like butter.

This is where he belongs.

Minghao places a small kiss on the mole you have on your collarbone and it’s almost like the past year didn’t happen (you’re on a date in the city, you’re wearing his favourite dress which shows your shoulders and no matter how hard he tries, Minghao can’t keep his hands off you, pecking and nibbling at the soft skin, even if he didn’t say it much, he was enamoured with you). Minghao doesn’t notice the lingering eyes of passers-by, he even fails to realise the passage of time.

Sadly the world can’t stop for him, no matter how much it feels like it does.

With a loud honk from a car speeding down the other side of the road resonating through his eardrums, Minghao is brought back to reality. Suddenly the light weight in the back of his jeans pocket feels all too heavy and he starts to panic, pushing you away gently. You pout, feeling like you have the wrong idea and Minghao’s expression is immediately sympathetic.

“No baby, don’t worry you did nothing wrong.” He coos in a tone that had almost become foreign to him.

Never, has he used this tone with any of his hookups, even when they begged to be called sweet names, he couldn’t (looking back on this Minghao feels guilty, but those people weren’t you, they couldn’t ever be you). He’s surprised at how easily those words drift off his tongue after so long. He guesses everything just comes easier with you.

“Remember how I said, we’ll listen to your favourite jazz album while drunk on wine.” He scratches his neck bashfully as you look up to him with wide eyes.

“I may or may not have booked us two tickets to their live show in the area, I just wanted to do something again to show that I care. I know it wouldn’t make up for-"

You silence him with a kiss, and Minghao forgets where he is, what he had just said, the colour of the sky and the feeling of the ground below his feet. hell if you didn't whisper ‘It’s okay Minghao' against his lips, he would have forgotten his own name.

For Minghao, it’s you. It has always been you and it will continue to be you. Maybe until the day he dies, he thinks. But knowing himself, he would probably find a way to love you in the afterlife as well.

You drag Minghao by his arm into his dimly lit flat, lips still perfectly intertwined together like a lock and key. If your kisses are knife wounds, Minghao wouldn’t mind bleeding to death. He can taste the tart fermented grapes on your tongue. The feeling of his bare skin against yours is more intoxicating than the bottle of wine you shared. You mewl pitifully into his mouth, clutching his clothes like a beggar desperate for cash. The sight of you begging for him was probably on par with the sex itself.

The night wasn’t supposed to end like this. Minghao had planned it out perfectly: you were supposed to visit a jazz show featuring your favourite ensemble, then you’d have dinner at a place he’d been meaning to take you for months, then maybe after a glass of red (or two) a taxi would drop you off at your complex where he would kiss you on the check and tell you to sleep well.

You both barely made it to step two.

Minghao pulls you flush against his chest breaking the kiss for air - you don’t seem to care as you turn your attention to his neck. In the morning, Minghao expects to see dots of red-purple bruises lined across the pale skin of his neck like patches of watercolour. The night wasn’t supposed to end like this, but Minghao doesn’t have the strength in him to tell you to stop.

“I wanted to be a gentleman.” He manages to whisper out, his eyes squeezing shut as you move your hands and kisses downwards, “I don’t want you just for your body, you know.”

“I know. I just missed you so much it was driving me crazy.” You say and drag him by the collar. You’re not looking where you’re going, but Minghao trusts you know his place better than you know your own.

Before he can respond, he feels you jerk slightly, almost tripping over your feet. He looks down to watch what caused it and he feels his face light up like a pink neon sign downtown.

“You still have my slippers here.” You say, not like you’re inquiring, but more like a statement. The smile on your face is miles wide when you look up at him. Minghao knows exactly what you’re thinking and because of it, he’s the happiest man who has ever lived.

“I didn’t have the heart to get rid of them, I never wanted to let you go in the first place."

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gideonnah · 6 months ago

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#finally doneeee #love playing with fire #i may have super glued my hands together...... a lot #the locked tomb series #harrowhark nonagesimus #harrow the ninth #nona the ninth #gideon nav #harrowhark #gideon the ninth #ianthe tridentarius #alecto the ninth #art

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bookinit02 · 3 months ago

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all that stands between me and my finished s5 finale is the epilogue. be afraid.

#technically the playlist too #and a shit ton of editing #like. a shittttt ton #but it’s almost DONEEEE OH MY GOD #FINALLY😭😭😭#THE MOST MONSTER OF A PROJECT EVER #!!!!!!!!!#hopefully u guys like it hehe #s5 script

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stonedstargazer666 · 5 months ago

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What if stoned iii edging

Ok so reading this, my first immediate thought was III getting YOU high, and edging/teasing you. Hear me out here... That's right you know what time it isssss!

this one took a lot longer and i'm sorry. but rest assured I was very much stoned while writing this. hope you enjoy the word vom.

TW for this one: use of a drug (Weed), knife, blood, cutting into skin with said knife. not sure what else lemme know

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It would started off as usual, the two of you lounging on his bed. Both of you shirtless, cause it was just the two of you. Watching TV, "Passing" a joint back and forth. He's not smoking at all, he just takes the joint for a moment then passes it back. You're too engrossed in the movie to even pay attention. You start feeling a pleasant heavy feeling, tapping out of the session. III encourages you to take a few more hits, which you do. Cause why not?

So you do, III can see how blood shot your eyes are. The small ever present smile that graces your features whenever you get stoned, the familiar glaze your eyes get when you start getting horny. Yeah, he knows you inside and out. A little touch, a gentle graze of his fingers is enough to pull a soft whine from you. He plays it dumb, whispering in your ear. Asking if you're ok, all the while trailing his fingers up and down your arm. He smirks while you try playing it off, trying to act like nothing is wrong. He knows you better though, and he can feel every little shudder and twitch as you start responding to his touch.

He mentions wanting to try something, his voice low, conspiratorial. The timbre of his voice vibrating through your body. Lighting every nerve aflame, suddenly his touch feels heavy against your arm, his palm almost too hot against your skin. Then it's gone, leaving you cold and slightly disoriented. Your head spins as you look back at your lover, seeing him put in eye drops.

His typical routine while smoking, you had no clue he was completely sober. So sober, that it almost hurt to be around you. You miss the way III takes a breath to steady himself, and you definitely miss the way his eyes rake over your form. He tells you to lay fully on your back, sweetly but still with an air of command. Of course you comply, your head too fuzzy not too. Not when his voice bounces in your hazy mind, making you feel warm and safe.

You have your eyes closed, relaxing into the mattress. you can feel his gaze on you, causing a shiver to run down your spine. It felt like he was almost studying you, but again this was a normal occurrence. Sometimes III would get so baked with you that he would just zone out for a little bit, he'd usually snap out of it after a few minutes and then would be really touchy.

But with your eyes closed, you don't see the methodical look in the bassists eyes. III slowly reaches over to his nightstand, his icy calculating gaze never leaving your body. His fingers curl around the (slightly) dulled pocket knife there, his deft fingers flicking it open. The sharp metallic click seems to echo in the room, III is quick to cover your eyes when he sees them fluttering.

He coaxes you to relax for him, placing the knife on your stomach. Relishing in the way you shudder, and relax under him. III keeps you pressed against the bed, he tells you that he's not going to restrain you this time. Much to your dismay, you jut your bottom lip out in a pout. But he smooths it with his thumb, his voice seeping into your bones as he whispers into your ear. Explaining to you that he wanted to try a different type of teasing this time.

The idea of a different kind of teasing ignites a molten feeling in your core, III's hand still covering your eyes, the knife perfectly balanced on the slight pudge of your stomach. He tells you to be a good pet, and stay still and keep those pretty eyes shut. you nod, a small whimper escaping your throat. Causing the man you love to chuckle darkly at your response, his free hand gently stroking your hip. He's amused by how eager you seem to be for this new type of teasing.

As he speaks, he leans closer to your ear, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. He tells you that tonight, instead of restraining you physically, he wants to challenge you mentally. He wants to see how well you can stay still for him, his low voice sends your stomach into a frenzy. You can't help the shuddering gasp that comes out, as he starts tracing intricate patterns onto your skin with the tip of the blade. Each swipe of the knife creates delicate lines that catch the light in different ways, casting shadows across the exposed flesh.

You can feel the familiar heat of arousal pooling in your stomach, the fresh sting from the blade heavy on your mind. You fist at the bed sheets in an attempt to ground yourself from the already overwhelming sensation, and the high you're feeling. Which seems more intense, but you don't have time to dwell on the thought. Because you feel the hot, wet muscle of III's tongue against the shallow cuts. His feverish groans send tidal waves of heat to your core.

III feels your hips bucking, and smirks against your heated skin. He can feel your heated gaze on him, he knows that he could get you close just by this, your beautiful hazy gaze meets his. He sees the exact second your pupils fully dilate, he sets the knife gently on your chest. your breath hitching at the cool weight. As the knife is placed gently onto your chest, your reaction sends a thrill of pleasure shooting straight to his groin. He knows he has hit on something incredibly erotic, watching the way your eyes seem to dance with desire, and your mouth parting slightly in anticipation. Your hips buck involuntarily as he pulls back, revealing his red-stained tongue and the fervor of his desire.

He runs a finger along one of the thin cuts before he speaks, his voice hoarse and gravelly. He tells you that he loves it when you let him take control, that he loves when you look at him with those wild, yet vulnerable eyes. Your gaze follows him, as he pushes your legs open. Slotting himself perfectly between your thighs, your heart flutters. The dim light behind him framing his lithe frame, you desperately want to reach up to touch him. Your fingers twitch at the thought of running your hands down his torso, or clawing his back until his blood is under your nails. But you vaguely remember that you're supposed to be good, and stay still for your partner.

Said partner can see every nuance look, and flicker of your eyes. He can see the mental battle you are having, and he loves it. He slowly starts grinding against you, smiling devilishly at the small cry that comes from you. You are already so sensitive, and he's barely done anything. III slows his movements, until he stops completely. Keeping himself firmly pressed against your aching arousal, reaching for the knife. III doesn't know how much longer he can control himself, not when you're laying so still and being so good for him. He trails the tip of it over your nipple, down your stomach. With every twitch that courses through you, the blade nicks you. Leaving a dotted crimson line down to your thigh, III stops in the middle of your thigh. The sharp tip digging into the plush flesh, he can see the pleading look in your eyes.

He can feel your body already pulled tight. aching for release. Much like his, it takes everything in him not to shake. Not to completely take you, he turns his focus to your thigh. The two of you have talked about him carving his name into your thigh multiple times, so many times he can see it perfectly in his minds eye. He looks up at you, pressing just slightly harder before letting up tentatively. He sees the answer in your eyes, and on your lips. You give him a breathy yes, and he gets to work. Dutifully carving his name into your thigh, making quick work as to not cause too much pain. But just enough to keep you needy, and trembling beneath him.

He can tell from your moans, and gasps that you're close to your limit. He can feel you throbbing against him, so he pulls away completely once he's done carving your thigh. His mouth waters at the sinful whimpers, and begging coming from you. He leans down to lap at the small trail of blood running down the inside of your quivering thigh. Choosing to ignore your pleas for him, and his need for you. He presses his tongue flat against the fresh cuts, groaning heavily at the metallic and slightly salty taste. Your hips buck involuntarily, getting no friction. You groan in frustration, feeling the knot in your stomach loosen. His gaze locking onto yours, the look in his eyes sending a violent shiver down your spine. Vaguely realizing that he looked completely sober, but the thought vanished as III wraps his hand around your throat.

Your body instantly melting against the weight, little whimpers falling from your lips as he bites his way up. Leaving small already forming bruises, in his wake. His hand moves from around your throat to grasping the back of your neck. Angling your head back, baring the soft flesh of your throat to his mouth. He finally decides to reveal his plan to you, telling you that he's going to see how far he push you, before you break and beg him to make you come undone beneath him. He groans into your neck as he sinks his teeth in breaking the skin, nearly coming in his pants at the cry you let out. Your body convulsing as you climax nearly untouched. He coos at you, lazily dragging his tongue over the bite.

"It's ok baby, we can try again." His knuckles running up and down the length of your now dripping pulsing arousal.

#IT IS FINALLY DONEEEE #III my love #sleep token fanfiction #sleep token headcanons #sleep token smut #sleep token x reader #iii x reader #I tried so hard on this one #i hope y'all like it #stoned rae #stoned ramblings #someone needs to take me out back and shoo

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