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ifhymona · 8 months ago

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٭* Not Too Late *٭

Chapter 10 | chino moreno x reader

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y/n’s pov:

i barely got any sleep last night. i mean, how could i? my mind kept replaying yesterday. i was lost and confused. but not only that, the thought of what chino and me were doing, left me in a daze. what does last night mean for us? what does last night mean to him?

i’ve slept for at least three hours, but not simultaneously. my eyes felt heavy enough to go back to bed.

i looked over to my right and read the time. 7:10 AM. better get some sleep now before i’m too tired throughout today. i turned back over to my side and dozed off.

after finally getting four full hours of sleep, i had gotten up and went to take a shower. i still felt nasty from last night so it helped calm my mind down.

i walked out into the living room to get to my kitchen. my mom was sitting on the couch.

“good morning sleeping beauty. i see you decided to sleep in considering you had an active night last night.” she sipped her tea. i could feel her judgement coming towards me.

i groaned, knowing she was gonna bring this back up. “mom! i’m 20 years old. i should be able to go out with people without having to worry about my mother interrupting!” i grabbed a mug and poured the rest of the hot water my mom had left over in the kettle.

“yeah well i wouldn’t have to interrupt if you didn’t do your business in front of the house! do you know what the neighbors would’ve thought? especially if deborah seen.” she gagged and rolled her eyes. deborah was my mom’s neighbor enemy. they never established that they were enemies but they both kind of agreed on it without saying anything.

“i don’t even know why you care about everybody else’s opinion. it’s not like they weren’t all sleeping anyway!” i exclaimed, grabbing the milk from the fridge.

“that’s not the point y/n!” she paused because she noticed i was too focused on making my tea. i quickly finished up and walked over to the couch. i motioned my hand to indicate for her to continue while sitting down. she had a very dissatisfied look on her face. her look was so unbearable, i looked away sipping my tea. “you can’t just make out with people in front of the house!”

a sigh left my mouth. “i know mom. we were just talking and then things.. escalated.” i shrugged.

“yeah, i could tell.” she said giving me the side eye. i could hear the hint of sarcasm behind her voice. “next time, just make sure you do it as far way from the house as possible, alright?” a knock came from the door. she put her mug down onto the coffee table and went over to answer.

“camillo? what are you doing here?” her face was puzzled.

“hi mrs. l/n. these are for you!” chino held out a vase of flowers. “i’m sorry you had to see me and y/n like that last night. i wanted to make it up to you!” what the hell was chino doing?

“oh my! i haven’t received flowers in forever!” she squealed in excitement. yeah, you can say my mom is easily impressed. “thank you so much camillo! you know flattery will get you everywhere in life. please come in!” chino’s eyes laid on me as soon as he walked in. “so camillo, what can i do you for you?” she walked over to the counter and place down her new beautiful vase of flowers.

“i hope you don’t mind but would it be okay if i talked to y/n?” she turned around and rose her eyebrow. “alone?” how bold of him to be asking my mother of such things. she looked at me then back at chino. her stare always makes me break a sweat.

“fine! but no funny business!” she pointed at chino before leaving to her room. must’ve been the flowers that convinced her.

chino turned to me after hearing her door close. i got up and walked towards him. “now why would you sweeten up my mom like that?” i titled my head giggling.

“like i said, i wanted to make it up to her.” he smirked. “besides, i needed a reason to see you after last night.” i felt a little relieved hearing him say that. at least he’s been thinking about it too.

“about that-“ he cut me off.

“look!” he pulled out a single rose from his back pocket. “i brought this for you too.”

i gasped. “chino! you really didn’t have to!” i’ve never gotten flowers from anybody before. well a flower. chino never striked me as the romantic type.

“let me take you out. so we can talk about last night?” that wasn’t a half bad idea. now that we were sobered up, maybe we can get some things straight. my mind was too scrambled after last night, i needed answers.

i nodded. “let me just change my clothes real quick.” i started to walk to my room but he followed me. “you have to wait out here! i don’t want us getting in trouble again.” i said pushing him back towards to the living room.

“oh right.” he nervously chuckled.

i had no idea where chino was gonna take me. my heart was pounding thinking about what he’s gonna say to me. the sounds of my stomach grumbling interrupted the silence.

“you hungry?” chino asked. “we should get something to eat before we leave.”

“leave to where?” i tried to get an answer out of him.

he smiled. “you’ll see. where do you wanna eat?” my stomach growled again. i guess i was a little hungry.

“let’s go get jimmy’s. fries with their sauce sound super good to me right now.”

“your wish is my command.” he smirked.

he pulled into the drive-thru and ordered both of us a burger and a large fry to share. i got a dr pepper and he got a chocolate shake. i tried to give chino money for it but he wouldn’t let me.

“what kind of guy would i be if i don’t pay for the food on the first date?” he said pushing my money back into my pocket.

“oh so this is a date?” i leaned my face closer to him.

he smirked. “what if i told you it was?” his eyes analyzed mine. our faces were inches apart from each other. it suddenly grew hot.

“well i wouldn’t mind if it was.” i grinned. “you know how much i love hanging with you.” i brushed my hand against his face.

he tucked my hair behind my ear. “i’ve always wanted to that.” he flashed his smile at me. his hand ran through my hair.

we drove up and parked on a cliff side a little past sacramento. “it’s beautiful chino!” i said, stepping out of the car. the sky was blue and a hazy orange with pink undertones. the clouds looked like cotton balls. we could see the entire city from up here. all the cars driving by and the birds flying high.

chino stepped out of the car and hopped on his hood. “i knew you’d like it up here. i come up here sometimes to write lyrics.” he pat his hand right next to him, indicating for me to sit.

i hesitantly sat on the hood, hoping it wouldn’t dent. “what do you write the most about?”

he handed me my food. “i guess just whatever’s on my mind. sometimes my lyrics won’t have nothing to do with me, just a story.” he shrugged.

we sat there in silence, staring at the view. secretly, i felt like i about to have a panic attack. i’ve never felt this nervous before. what if chino was just drunk and acted on impulse? what if he didn’t want to be my friend anymore because of it? i was scared of the possible outcomes this could lead us to.

chino spoke. “so about last night…” i looked out at the view from the cliff mentally preparing myself for every bad thing that could happen right now.

“i understand. you were drunk and you regret it and that’s totally fine.”

“what are you on? i don’t regret it at all.” he scoffed.

“what? but i thought-“

“well you thought wrong. look y/n, i like you! ever since our night at the swings, i’ve been so confused about my feelings towards you. i thought no way i could like you. but last night changed that.”

his gaze softened at me waiting for an answer. “say something.” i couldn’t speak. he left me absolutely speechless. this feels like a dream. never did i think that chino would like me back. there were too many thoughts in my mind to say anything.

when i snapped out of my thoughts, chino had a disappointed look on his face. i suddenly leaned into him and pressed my lips against him. “i like you too, chino.” he cupped my face and brought me closer.

i scratched the back of his neck, moaning into his mouth. but before anything could escalate, he pulled away but remained close. “let’s not get carried away.” he smirked. damn you, chino!

i cleaned myself up a little bit. i couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. “so… what do you want us to be? there’s obviously a chemistry between us.” i dip my fry into his shake grinning at him. he had a sneer look on his face.

“i don’t think we should label anything yet.” i gave him a look. “it’s just that, i don’t wanna rush into anything. i really care about you so we should take things slow.”

his words made goosebumps grow over my body. i didn’t think he cared about me this much. “so are you suggesting we be friends with benefits?” i giggle at the idea. who would’ve thought this would be happening to little ole me?

“well when you put it like that it sounds bad.” he laughed nervously before pausing. “but yeah basically.”

i smirked. “you wouldn’t mind if i went out with other guys though, right?”

“no!” he quickly responded with a stern voice. he shook his face while clearing his throat. “i was thinking we could just be each others go to hook up whenever we needed it or something.” he mumbled. my heart started racing at what chino wanted.

“chino, i don’t want you to give up not seeing other girls. especially if we’re not even dating. i feel bad.” i shrugged.

“i’m willing to give that up for you.” he smiled at me and wrapped his arm around my waist. “besides, you’re the only girl i have my eyes on.” butterflies exploded in my stomach. at least that’s what it felt like because holy fuck. i didn’t think a man was capable of giving something up like that. i felt a little special.

i smiled back at him and kissed his cheek. “you pinky promise you’ll stay true to me if i stay true to you?” i stuck out my picky finger towards him.

he chuckled before pinky promising. “i pinky promise.” we turned back to the beautiful view. i rested my head on his shoulder and he rested his head on mine. his arm held me tight, close to his chest. the smell of his cologne made me want to be like this forever. i wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else with anybody else right now. this moment was absolutely perfect.

a/n: i hope everyone enjoyed today’s chapter !! i do have a few announcements to make. my first announcement is that i will be going on break for two weeks. i wanna catch up on some writing before i continue publishing these chapters. so i will be back March 29th ! and for the other announcement, when i come back, im not going to continue to post on tumblr anymore. i get shadow banned pretty often because of these posts and it’s kind of disappointing to see my chapters aren’t doing well as they are on ao3. so im sorry to all my tumblr readers but if you want to continue reading not too late, it will be posted on my ao3 from this point on. but if anyone opposes it, please just comment and i will keep posting on here. anything for my readers ! lots of love <3

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cinabunwrites · 4 months ago

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first chapter and intro to my chino moreno fanfic :3

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n3tworksucks · 2 years ago

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dating chino in the 90s

#chino moreno #deftones #chino x reader #90s

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bombuni · 4 months ago

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the post-show high

summary: Jongho spots you in the crowd once and can’t let go of you. Unfortunately, so does Yeosang. Good thing they don’t mind sharing. (Or Seonghwa and Hongjoong are terrible wingmen, but they get the job done.) genre/pairing: lead singer!jongho x reader x bassist!yeosang, smut, band au, ft. drummer!mingi, guitarist!hongjoong & seonghwa’s there for vibes wc: 4.8k (i have issues when it comes to jongsang) warnings: SMUT MDNI, threesome, cursing, mentions of drinking, mean!dom!jongho, soft!dom!yeosang, sub!fem!reader, fingering champions jongsang, box munching king jongho, name-calling (jongho loves sluts), edging, creampies, spit kink, degradation, finger sucking, sloppy seconds, sort of cum-eating, aftercare, idk why it gets so soft at the end bom note: i had this thought and i said ‘i must bring chino moreno jongho to life’ jongsang stans pls fw my vision. also here’s a playlist i made! i think the music they’d make in this au is very much deftones style. lmk if i missed anything for the warnings!

It’s hot.

You don’t mind supporting Hongjoong and Mingi in their musical escapades, but it’s crowded. When they’d told you they were in a band, you half-expected them to be playing in a low-down unknown bar with 2 patrons. You hadn’t expected to be crowded by fans, all (not) patiently waiting for the set to start. Seonghwa stood beside you, pouting every time he was shoved into. He looked out of place, elegant and prince-like in a sea of punk-rockers wearing crust pants and in yesterday’s makeup.

He seems at ease, though. Having been to multiple of Hongjoong’s shows at this point, he’s become accustomed to the intense pits, the broken noses, and the lingering stench of weed. The multitudes of drinks he’s been having seem to help too. You stand by and watch as his cheeks get redder and redder throughout the night.

He points his drink at you while he speaks, “You know, Hongjoong wants to set you up with the singer, Jongho. Said he seems like your type,”

You scoff at that, “No way! The last guy he tried to set me up with ended up being a total weirdo,”

Seonghwa rolls his eyes, “A foot fetish isn’t the weirdest thing out there. Besides, Yunho’s actually pretty cool,” he raises his brows at you, but continues when he sees you’re not changing your mind, “Fine. Go with my option. I wanted to set you up with their bassist. You like nice guys, right?”

The lights dim, giving you an easy out to Seonghwa’s terrible match-making ideas, “The fact you think I’m ever trusting you or Hongjoong again is laughable.”

Seonghwa can’t respond as the band steps on stage, a rush of excitement flowing through you when you see Hongjoong and Mingi in their spots. They both wave at you in the front row, Hongjoong’s smile growing extra wide when he sees Seonghwa. The bassist smiles at the crowd, his pink cheeks shining in the light. You wonder how such a cherub-looking guy ended up in a hard band like this. Though, his black tank top revealing his muscular form makes your head spin from how different his body is from his innocent-looking face.

Hongjoong seems at home on the stage, “How we doing tonight?” His hype seems to work as the crowd cheers loudly and unapologetically, “Thanks to KQ bar for having us. I’m Hongjoong, that’s Yeosang, our bassist, and we got Mingi on drums. Seems like we’re missing someone, though,”

Mingi’s voice rumbles through the microphone, “Bring Jongho out!”

The crowd seems to squish you impossibly more, their screams nearly drowning your own thoughts. Rightfully so, as the lead singer walks out with a confidence that you envy. His leather pants shine under the stage lights, and he seems to bask in the attention he gets. His smirk grows with every step he takes towards the main stage. You feel he’s cocky, and you hate that you like it.

��Hello, KQ,” He seems to command the room, silence enveloping the crowd when he speaks, “I’m glad you could make it tonight-“

Jongho scans the crowd, but he seems to pause at the sight of you. He still wears the smug look, ego wafting in the room and getting under your skin. It’s a smaller venue and you’re somewhat close, so it’s easy to tell that he’s staring at you and no one else.

He points directly at you, finger seemingly digging into your soul, “Let’s have fun tonight.”

With that, the set starts. Mingi’s drums burst through your chest, the slow start to their first song hypnotizes you. The sound of the bass is what draws you in, and you look towards Yeosang, who’s putting his entire heart into the sound. His fingers are delicate and pretty, the complete opposite to most bass players you’ve seen. They strum expertly, long digits reaching to find the right note every time. You figure they could reach anywhere.

He must feel your eyes on him. Yeosang looks up with a focused, stoic look plastered on his face as he watches the scenery. As he looks around you lock eyes with him, a shy smile growing on his face when he realizes you aren’t looking away. It seems to fuel his performance when he goes back to looking down at his bass.

The music is intense, Hongjoong and Mingi clearly pouring their passion into it. You know them and expected this fervor, but it surprises you when it comes from Jongho and Yeosang too. Jongho’s voice sends chills down your spine with every high note sung. It reaches out to you, pulling the passion and feeling from you and taking that energy for his own growth. Watching him is watching art being made.

The set ends, and the 4 sweaty men on stage bow and thank the crowd. You feel Jongho’s eyes on you again, that same soul-marking finger calling your attention to wink at you before he walks off the stage. Yeosang seems to call your attention too, a subtle wave landing your way before he too disappears behind the curtain.

As the lights flicker back on, Seonghwa turns to you with a sparkle in his eye, “That was amazing! We need to go buy them drinks,”

You shrug, imposing nonchalance even though your face is turning red at the thought of meeting face to face with them after that, “Sure, sounds good.”

Seonghwa raises a brow before laughing at your reluctance, “Don’t think I didn’t see that by the way. Yeosang was totally into you,”

You scoff and turn to walk towards the bar, “Shut up, Seonghwa.”

Seonghwa harrumphs, but follows behind you. It’s easy to spot Hongjoong’s blonde head of hair among the sea of people, “Joongie, stop hogging all the talent,”

He turns laughing at you, his warm arms wrapping around you, “Can’t stop, won’t stop, baby,”

“Hongjoong! That was your best performance yet. But can we talk about how Yeosang was totally eye-fucking Y/N the entire time?” Seonghwa’s somewhat tipsy, you conclude.

Hongjoong leans on the bar, “Uh…no. I’m still betting on Jongho and her. You know he was asking about you?”

You roll your eyes at their insistence, “You just finished a set, why're you worried about my love life?”

Hongjoong rolls his eyes at you as he’s given a tray of drinks, handing some off to you and Seonghwa before walking ahead, “Come on, Jongho wants to meet you.”

He leads you towards the backstage. Hongjoong opens a door marked with a flimsy sheet of notebook paper, their band name written in purple marker. You hear Jongho’s voice before anything else. It’s embedded in your brain at this point. As you walk further in, his large frame and slicked back hair intimidates you. You fear you’ve fallen for him already. With his hands in his leather jacket, he greets you with a lazy smirk. You can feel the stardom radiating off of him. It lets you know that whatever arrogance he has is completely warranted.

Before you can even say anything, Hongjoong makes a dumb excuse about forgetting something that requires him, Seonghwa, and Mingi. They leave quickly, knowing your protests would come faster.

You sigh inwardly to yourself, but Jongho seems all too pleased to be alone with you, “How ‘bout a drink?”

He sits on the battered leather couch, legs spread and waiting for you to sit next to him. He raises a brow when you sit on the seat opposite him before handing you a shot glass, “Hongjoong said you’re looking for a date,” His voice is quieter, softer now. There’s certainly a step down from his stage presence to the Jongho you’re talking to now. Maybe you were just being harsh in the assumption he’d be a pompous asshole earlier. You don’t let yourself soften, though.

You snort, “Well, Hongjoong doesn’t know what he’s talking about,”

Jongho downs his glass in a flash, turning to you with a charming smirk that makes you want to kiss it off his face, “So it’s off the table?”

He says this like it’s an easy, everyday question. His poignant flirting sends a blush to your cheeks that glows under the dim lightbulb of the broken down room. Jongho thinks it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen. You down your shot and he’s ready to up the ante on the flirting before Yeosang appears, wiping a towel over his sweaty face and greeting you with a soft smile that sends butterflies down your tummy.

“Yeosang, this is-“

“Y/N, right? Seonghwa told me about you. How’d you like the show?”

God, you did not expect a voice like that, to come out of a face like that. His brown hair sticks to his forehead and his pale skin glows under the light, those same fingers you were admiring on stage are much more daunting close-up. They distract you as he taps on the arm of the seat across you, almost tauntingly.

“Oh-um, it was great. You guys seem to really enjoy what you do,”

They stare at you with half-lidded gazes, like they’re chewing on your words in their heads and analyzing you as a person. You’d believe they hate you, if it weren’t for the teasing, venemous grins they wore on their faces. They’ve been around groupies long enough to recognize them, and you might not be one of them, but God, Jongho wants to train you until you only remember their names.

Jongho doesn’t take his eyes off you, but he addresses Yeosang, “Y/N was just telling me about how much she loves the band,”

Yeosang leans his head on the palm of his hand, his biceps popping in the lighting, “Hmm, do you?”

You scoff to try to shake off their gazes, reaching for another glass, “You guys believe Hongjoong way too much,”

Jongho grins at you like a predator, “I heard it from Mingi,”

Yeosang’s smile is teasing, “I heard it from Seonghwa,”

You’re outnumbered, so you don’t even bother saying anything about the teasing. The overflowing chatter outside and booming music drowns out any thoughts you attempt to have. You fear they can somehow hear your beating heart, like they’re zeroing in on you and preparing to eat you alive. Yeosang’s hands tap against the chair again, your eyes flying to study the way they flex.

Jongho pipes up again, “You seem to like Yeosang’s hands a lot. You know, he’ll play whatever song you like.”

Yeosang stretches his fingers, watching the way your blush grows and the way your grasp tightens against the glass in your hand, “I’ll do whatever you want,”

Yeosang stands from his seat and moves to stand in front of you. It forces your eyes upwards, his body heat and proximity turning your entire body into jelly. Suddenly, Jongho speaks up and his soft voice is the worst vice you’ve faced yet, “Why don’t you let us give you a private show? Hmm?” His head tilts softly, the smug smile on his face as he leans back into the couch filling you with annoyance and desire.

You nod softly, mind a haze and heat pooling inside you. Yeosang reaches his hand up to your chin, pulling your mouth open with his thumb before pushing it between your lips. He watches with rapt interest as your tongue swirls around his digit, lips fighting to pull all of the sweat clean off his hand. The sound turns them on more than ever, the feeling of your saliva coating his fingers fueling the fire in his gut. He removes his thumb, playing with your lips as you leave tiny kisses over his fingers before he inserts his forefingers. You work on them again, saliva strings building between his hand and your mouth every time he pulls away.

“You’re nasty, baby,” Jongho’s smug voice pipes up.

Once Yeosang deems his hand wet enough he sits down next to you, slowly trailing his hand down your tummy and into your jeans. It’s a tight fit, but Jongho reaches over to unbutton your pants for him. As soon as he does, Yeosang’s hand slips into your panties and finds your clit, rubbing gentle circles over it and groaning at the wetness that grows underneath his fingers.

Jongho seems content with watching you break. You writhe underneath Yeosang’s fingers as he expertly finds just the right spot and abuses it. You feel dirty with the wet spot that continues to grow on your pants, quiet moans filling the room alongside Yeosang’s panting breaths. Your hand grasps Yeosang’s when he runs his fingers along your folds, spreading your wetness against your skin and moaning at the feeling of you so turned on. He takes his hand out of your pants, the shine of your slick glistening in his eyes. He brings his forefingers to his lips, running his tongue along the length of them before he sucks them clean. He makes sure to be lewd about it, licking every single drop of your juices and smiling at you with your slick on his lips.

“Hmm, you liked that didn’t you?” Jongho hums as he stands to you, pulling your pants off in one swift motion. He kneels in front of you, running his palm over your wet panties. His large hand is different from Yeosang’s delicate fingers. He has a domineering touch that doesn’t stop as he holds your thighs over his shoulders, pulling your panties down. His hands send tingles of pleasure down your spine when he kneads your skin, taking his time to feel and memorize every inch of you.

Jongho’s fingers run through your slit, smearing the wetness that drips out of you. He teases you, watching as your impatience grows while his fingers stray from where you want them most. Suddenly, his lips are on you. He devours you like you’re the first meal he’s had in days, a man starved of the fruit between your legs. His tongue slips inside you and over you, tracing every inch of you and leaving a path of pleasure. He ravishes you while Yeosang watches beside you, his hands making quick work of your shirt.

They seem to have developed a system. They’re far too comfortable with sharing. The thought doesn’t really form in your head as Jongho keeps marking you with his mouth, small kisses landing anywhere he can reach. He smirks at you when a whine slips from your lips when he spreads your thighs further, a glob of spit flowing from his pouty lips and onto you. He hisses at the sight, the shine of your pussy filling his gut with desire. His lips latch back onto your clit, his forefingers making their way inside you. He curls them ever so slightly, fucking you over and over again as his tongue flicks your button. Jongho’s already figured out how you work, destroying you with a smile and a glint in his eyes from below.

Yeosang giggles when he sees you aren’t wearing a bra, “You got a nice rack.”

You admit if anyone else spoke those words to you, you would’ve found it demeaning. But the way Yeosang’s soft voice compliments you sends a new wave of flames over your body.

Jongho grins and removes his lips from you, “Knew you were a fucking slut,”

You shake your head, but Jongho’s got you pegged. The feeling of having two men’s attention on you at once is exhilarating. It has you on cloud nine. Jongho raises the speed of his fingers, the squelch of your pussy sounding out into the room. Yeosang’s hands fondle your tits, his thumb brushing over your nipple and bringing a sigh out of you.

He sends butterfly kisses down your jawline, “Hmm, she’s a nice slut, though. The prettiest one I’ve seen,”

He’s too angelic. Everything about him is elegant and graceful, even the way he touches you. His low tone vibrates through your body, clashing with the harsh way Jongho keeps fucking you. He dominates the lower part of you, as if his hands have found their home. The juxtaposition between them sends your system into overdrive.

“You wanna cum?” You nod frantically, “Use your words, slut.”

“P-please, Jongho…”

Yeosang coos, “Even the way she begs is cute,”

Your legs are shaking at this point and Jongho’s cock is leaking in his pants, weeping to be let out. Still, he lives to torture, “You can’t cum without my permission,” Your leg muscles clamp up, pouring all of your energy into not letting your orgasm slip out of you. Jongho notices your strain, “Look at you. What a good fucking slut you are.”

His fingers slip out of you and you whine at the loss, Yeosang’s gentle fingers playing with your nipples is simply not enough friction. Jongho stands, pulling you up with him, “If you can take Yeosang’s cock, I’ll let you cum on mine. Deal?”

You don't even understand what you’re agreeing to, but you follow Jongho’s orders. You feel Yeosang stand behind you, his arms wrapping around your torso and walking you until you’re in front of the coffee table in the middle of the room. He bends you over it, your knees knocking onto the soft carpet underneath. You don’t think about how long ago it must’ve last been cleaned. You just think about Jongho sitting cross legged on the couch in front of you, his hand resting on his hard cock in his pants. He’s eyeing you like a piece of meat as Yeosang leans over your back, his nose nuzzling against your hair. His long fingers run over the expanse of your back, the cold feeling sending shivers down your spine.

He leans back and spreads your ass, groaning at the sight of you dripping. You hear the sound of his belt buckle dropping and your nerves rise before a soothing hand drops onto your hips, massaging your skin. His voice rings right into your ear, “Don’t worry, angel. I’m not as mean as Jongho,” Said man scoffs, the slightest hint of a blush noticeable under the light. Before you can say anything, Yeosang’s cock teases your entrance, playing with your pussy with his tip. The feeling makes you whine, already edging into dangerous territory.

Yeosang slides in entirely, his long cock reaching the deepest parts of you. Your entire body goes numb as he gently thrusts, bouts of pleasure rising through every part of your body. He’s whining pathetically, trying not to lose his mind and keep control at the feeling of your pussy squeezing him, “S-she’s so tight, Jongho, shit.”

Jongho’s fidgeting in his seat, palming himself like there’s no tomorrow and attempting to hide how weak he is already, “How tight, Yeosang?”

Yeosang steadies himself on your hips, the speed of his thrusts increasing. He’s like a desperate puppy trying to get his rocks off, his sweaty shirt on your back as he leans his head on your shoulder. He’s lost himself to the pleasure. He moans into your ear, his heavy breaths a performance made just for you.

“This is the best pussy I’ve had. Right, angel? You’re being good for me?” he pants out.

You moan at the praise, “Y-yes, Yeosang, all for you,”

Jongho’s restless now. Watching the way the table shakes from Yeosang’s thrusts and the way you take it so well has him anxious to get inside of you. His cock strains in his pants, but he’ll wait until Yeosang’s had his fill. Yeosang’s balls slap against your ass, the lewd sounds of his cock ramming in and out of you filling Jongho’s ears. You feel yourself dripping down your thighs as Yeosang’s hand comes down to your clit. That seems to reignite you, an unbeatable wave of pleasure flooding over you. As Yeosang rubs circles on you, you clench down on him. He moans at the tightness, his hips and hand stuttering against you.

Jongho senses your struggling, “Remember what I said, slut,” your thighs tremble, “Or are you too cock-dumb right now?”

You shake your head but quickly fix your mistake, “N-no, Jongho,”

Your voice shakes against Yeosang’s hips pistoning into you, all rhythm lost as he chases his high. He’s practically breathing for you now, his arms wrapped around your chest while his head rests on yours. He exerts all of his power, which is quite a lot surprisingly, into making you feel every inch of his cock. Jongho’s eyes bore into yours as he watches you unravel, your glistening skin and teary eyes making his cock jump.

Just to make your torture worse, he leans into your face. His thumb pries open your lips, inviting itself into your mouth and taking control of you, “You’re the best cock-slut I’ve seen. Taking Yeosang so well. Is he making you feel good?”

His voice is silky and entrancing and you can’t help but give an honest answer, “S-so good, Jongho. Can I cum? Please?”

His sick smirk grows, “Nope.”

A desperate whine drips from your lips, the burning desire bursting through to Yeosang’s cock as you squeeze him again. This time, a myriad of beautifully pathetic whines fall from Yeosang’s lips as he’s drained by you. He stills deep inside you, letting himself fill you and mark you as his property. He watches it drip down your thighs, the pearlescent liquid falling in droplets as you tremble.

Yeosang catches you before you can fall onto the table, “I think she’s broken,”

He carries you, again with surprising ease, onto Jongho’s lap. You lay limp against him, the leather of his jacket waking you slightly as he wraps his arms around you, “Already? I haven’t even fucked you yet,”

You nod your head, “I-I can take it, I wanna cum, Jongho,”

He laughs at you, head tipping and revealing the kissable dot on his neck, “See? You’re a fucking slut, baby,” his arms wrap tighter around you, one of his hands coming down to your clit and rubbing lazily, “Don’t you worry. I’ll take care of you,”

Yeosang sits next to you, sitting and watching the way your pussy tries to keep his cum inside. Jongho’s fingers stuff it back in, catching any that’s still stuck on your thighs and putting it back where it belongs. He brings his hand up to your lips, your mouth opening automatically and accepting what he gives. Your tongue swirls to clean every inch of his hand, licking the sweat and cum off of his skin. Jongho lets out a shaky breath behind you.

Yeosang feels his cock standing again, the sight of you so easily submitting to Jongho getting him ready to go all over again, “Fuck, I need to feel that pussy again.”

Jongho unzips his pants underneath you. You feel his cock at your entrance as he slides it in between your folds, wanting to torture you even more. He’s smaller than Yeosang but much, much thicker. Yeosang’s cum lets you take Jongho’s cock much easier, the stretch from before easing him in. You moan at the feeling, the fullness overtaking your senses.

Jongho leans back and stables himself on the floor. His voice is powerful against you, the sound of it alone making you shake in anticipation, “I’m gonna fill you up with my cum, and then you can cum all over me. Understand?”

He doesn’t even let you answer before starting a wicked rhythm. He claps against you with no mercy, his grip on your hips holding you steady on his lap. It’s delicious, the way he bounces you up and down on his cock and thrusts up into you at the same time. Jongho growls as your cream and Yeosang’s cum makes a mess of the both of you. Yeosang watches your tits bounce. The stench of sex fills the room and depravity fills his senses.

The power of Jongho’s thrusts almost has you toppling over. He’s ravenous with the way he fucks you, thick cock ramming into you over and over from below. Jongho fucking loves the feeling of having you broken atop him, having you at your most vulnerable and sensitive right under his fingertips. He squeezes your hips, groaning when you squeeze back.

His head drops to the couch, letting you drop and feel every inch and vein of his cock. The stretch of him is painfully delicious. Yeosang takes this moment of pause to snake a hand to your clit, causing you to jolt when he begins rubbing circles.

“Y-yeosang…” you plead as you feel a tsunami of pleasure coming closer and closer to falling atop you.

He kisses along your neck, the ticklish sensation sending you into overdrive. Along with Jongho’s cock filling you and taking over your very being, you feel like you’re fighting a losing battle. You’re determined to follow Jongho’s rules, though.

Yeosang chuckles into your neck, “Just let her cum, Jongho,”

“Yeah, baby? Do you need to cum?” He asks flatly, slamming you down harshly onto his cock again.

“P-please, I need to cum so b-bad…”

You feel like you’re about to burst and you’re sure Jongho can feel it too. He doesn’t care, laughing as you continue to writhe and moan against Yeosang’s fingers, “I told you I’m gonna fill this pussy with my cum first, okay? Stop being so fucking cock-dumb already,”

He leans back further into the couch, bringing your back to his chest as he gathers his last bit of force to fuck up into you. He hangs off the edge of the couch slightly, but that’s not even a thought in his head as he continues to ram himself into you unforgivingly. Yeosang continues to tease and probe your bud, an evil smile forming on his face the longer he watches you unravel atop Jongho’s rabid hips.

Jongho hisses when he feels you tighten. Your hole is too fucking good, draining him for all he has. He gives one last powerful thrust before releasing his load inside of you, his balls tightening up against you as he jolts and spasms underneath you. His cock twitches inside of you and with the feeling of him finally filling you and Yeosang’s relentless fingers, you come undone. The pleasure that’s been building this entire time finally releases like a broken dam. It washes over you, unabated even after all this time. You feel every single one of your nerves explode inside you, your body seizing up against Jongho’s as your pussy tightens impossibly more to take all Jongho has to give.

Yeosang sighs against you, “Oh, angel, you take us so well,”

Just knowing that you have Yeosang’s and Jongho’s cum flowing inside you has your entire body tingling. It sends you into an even higher tier of gratification, your orgasm prolonging every time Jongho spurts another shot of cum into you.

Jongho’s voice is strained as he speaks, “Fuck, look what a fucking dirty cum-slut you are.”

It’s hard to get off of cloud nine once you’ve reached it. You can distantly hear their soft voices in the back of your head, vastly different from their tones before. You feel the leather couch underneath your back, their cum dripping out of you, and Yeosang’s hand gently running through your hair.

He tries to lure you fully awake, but that doesn’t happen until Jongho brings a warm towel to clean you. Your teary eyes squint under the light and you’re surprised at how weak you feel. Your body feels like jelly as Jongho hands Yeosang a towel to clean up the sweat on your upper body.

You’re not entirely sure what’s happening, but a blur of emotions is still flowing through you, “Hey…you don’t have to…” you sleepily let out.

They don’t say anything in return so neither do you. Jongho slips your panties back on, Yeosang pulling you softly upwards to put your shirt back on. You feel surprisingly cared for after getting your brains fucked out. You hadn’t expected it from two guys who probably do this every night.

They sit with you as you gather your bearings. Jongho traces patterns onto your legs, mindlessly staring at you. It sends a different kind of heat to your body. The kind that has you shrinking into yourself, blushing and hiding your face in your hands. You pretend it’s from sleepiness, but Jongho knows better. Yeosang hums beside your head, still running his hands through your hair delicately.

You feel more alive after a while, finally gathering the energy to sit up, “This doesn’t mean I’m your groupie now, by the way,”

“You would’ve been my favorite,” Jongho grins.

Yeosang pouts, “I don’t think Hongjoong would approve,” You both raise a brow at him, “What? He has the power to kick me out of the band, I have to be careful.”

Jongho laughs aloud as you giggle alongside him. You sort of feel at home with them, and not just because they rearranged your guts. They touch you softly, in ways that say they know everything about you. You’d rather not fall into that hole. Right now, you lay content in the moment in between them in this dingy room with their hands on you.

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bonezone44 · 9 months ago

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For my Muddy Waters series (Ezra x Reader x Joel, set 20 yrs after the outbreak in Jackson):

"This is not a country CD," Jerome says matter-of-factly, showing the plastic case to Tobias. Jerome stands behind the bar while Tobias sits on a stool as they sort through the small collection of music gathered during reconnaissance missions. "It's got a horse on it. It's called White Pony. But ain't none o' this shit sound like country."

Your heart stops. Your head flies up in Jerome's direction. "White Pony?"

"Yeah," he says. He glances at the case's spine. "It's some band called the Deftones."

You jump from your booth and run over, snatching it from his hands. You can't believe it. You hadn't thought about the album in years. "D-does it work?" Your throat's dry and knotted.

Jerome shrugs. "Yeah, it plays fine."

Tears fill your eyes. You open up the case and there's the CD. A disc you haven't seen since you were 18 years old and sitting in your college dorm room. "Can I borrow it?" you ask with a shaky voice.

"Yeah, sure." He shrugs again. "I don't think anyone's gonna be playin it in here."

You nod and rush out the bar, running home to show Ezra.

You shake his shoulders, sleep be damned. He doesn't need rest for his patrol shift. He needs to wake up. He needs to listen.

"What? What?" His eyes go wide in panic as he twists around on the bed. He's reaching around for a weapon--convinced that there's danger with how distressed you appear.

"White Pony," you blubber out, holding up the CD case. "White Pony."

His mouth opens wide, his brows squeeze high into his forehead. You've never seen him look so puppy-eyed. "White Pony?" he whispers.

You nod.

"Well, PLAY IT then!" he shouts, one hand gripping his hair, the other reaching for the CD. His expression turns to anguish.

"I AM, you fuckin' asshole!" Your hands tremble as you go to the living room to your tiny little CD player. Ezra follows.

The first notes of 'Back to School (Mini Maggit)' begin to play and both you and Ezra break into full out sobs, collapsing next to one another on the couch. A whole forgotten childhood resurfaces. The anger. The isolation. The desperate, aching pain. Alone, singular, and outcast from everyone around them. Two aching souls looking for their match and met with nothing--until the outbreak.

Chino Moreno's yearning and angry vocals had expressed a deep part of you and Ezra that neither of you had never been able to safely verbalize--not with the neglectful families you had both experienced.

The album is almost an hour long and you and Ezra cry the whole first way through. But on the second go around, you recognize each other. You see each other's pain. And you hold one another close, heart to heart, slow dancing to 'Digital Bath.'

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You make the water warm And taste foreign And I know you can see the cord break away 'Cause tonight, I feel like more 'Cause tonight, I feel like more

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#ezra prospect #muddy waters series #my writing #snippet #x reader #TLOU!Ezra #Deftones make me cry ! I can't help it

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garfields-nutz · 2 years ago

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Basic info :3

Hi! I’m a DID system my name is Maeko or Garf and I’m 14! I could list my introjects for you but that would have to be a different post. Most of them write stuff for themselves or about their friends so you’re hearing straight from them when you see headcannons or fanfics here!

DNI/Will not write

Will not write

Incest

Canabalism

Crime (unless its in the media)

Vore

Feet stuff

Pregnancy stuff

Rape

Sexualization of a character

Sexual abuse

A sexual or romantic fic about an alter

Any asks that asks an alter for dick size, cup size, a whimper, a moan, a groan, nudes, or anything like that.

Sexual assault

Anything else

DNI

Basic DNI

If you will sexualize an alter because of their source. (IE: Tachanka being sexualized because he “is” Tachanka or Simone being sexualized because she “is” Simon Riley.)

Anti-system

Anti-introject/fictive

Anti-abortion

Rapesexual, animesexual, (nonvalid) Dreamsexual, or any other fake sexuality.

Anti-Xenogender

Regionalists

Xenophobia

Anti-Immigrant (im an immigrant)

Anything else I forgot

Will write/Int

Will write

Headcannons

Fanfics

Requested fics by specific alters

Requested hcs by specific alters

Reqs in general

Romance

Alter x Alter (as a joke + it will be poorly written and funny)

Character x Character (can be romantic as long as they aren’t an alter or the alter gives me the ok/write it themselves)

Character x Reader

Funny stuff!

My fandoms! (Also who will write for you)

Rainbow 6 and CODMW2 (plenty of alters from these sources will write for you dw)

Get schooled (only Yeri Han will write)

Jujutsu Kaisen (Itadori,Megumi, Toge, Yuuta, Nanami, and Gojo are here but Nanami and Megumi will not write for you.)

AOT (No one from here)

BNHA (i do not associate with those animals in the MHA famdom + Shoji will not write for you neither will Ida)

Sonic (Only littles will write but I wont let them)

Haikyuu (Everyone except Dori AKA Tsukishima will write for you)

HXH (Leorio and Gon said yes)

Any bands (CHINO MORENO AND JON DAVIS SAID YEA????)

Avatar: The way of water (Everyone except Tuk is allowed to write)

Spiderman into the spiderverse (Gwen, Miles, Peter Parker, Peter Parker, and Peter Porker said they’ll write)

Tokyo Rev (good luck getting anyone but Draken to write for you LMAO)

#dni list #will write list #boundries

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6sixx6sexual6 · 8 months ago

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DATING CHINO MORENO

word count: 408

warnings: drugs mentioned at the end, uhh nothing else i think

hes an enigmatic introvert.

Chino would be a man of few words, often lost in his thoughts. His silence would intrigue you, and you’d spend hours deciphering the emotions hidden behind those dark eyes.

He’d express his feelings through music—lyrics that cut through your soul, melodies that linger long after the song ends.

Chino would be all for cuddling, especially after a long day.

Chino's favorite cuddling positions would likely include:

The classic spooning, with him as the big spoon, enveloping you in his arms, providing a sense of security and warmth.

Lying face-to-face, sharing whispers and soft kisses, enjoying the closeness and the opportunity to gaze into each other's eyes.

Him lying on his back with you resting your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, while he runs his fingers through your hair, creating a soothing, tranquil moment.

Chino would enjoy using nicknames as a way to express affection and add a personal touch to your relationship. He might come up with unique ones based on inside jokes, your personality traits, or even alterations of your name that only he uses. These nicknames would be a mix of sweet, playful, and even a little quirky.

chino's love language would likely be a mix of Quality Time and Physical Touch. He'd cherish those moments spent together, whether it's diving deep into conversations about music, art, and life, or simply enjoying each other's company in silence. The physical connection would be important to him as well—hugs, kisses, and, of course, cuddling. These gestures show his affection and create a deeper bond between you two. Sharing experiences and physical closeness would be his way of saying "I love you" without always using words.

On a scale of 1 to 10, Chino's level of jealousy would probably hover around a 3. He's confident and secure in himself and his relationships. While he might feel a twinge of jealousy on rare occasions, he trusts you and values open communication over suspicion. He understands the importance of individuality and freedom in a relationship, opting for mutual respect and trust over possessiveness. His laid-back and understanding nature helps maintain a healthy, balanced relationship.

Chino’s struggles with drugs would be a constant backdrop. You’d witness the highs and lows—the euphoria of creativity fueled by substances and the crashing comedowns.

Arguments would flare up, fueled by passion and intensity. But somehow, you’d always find your way back to each other

YOU GUYS WANNA KNOW A SILLY FACT? CHINO LIKES WEARING HIS SOCKS INSIDE OUT BECAUSE THEY FEEL MORE COMFORTABLE TO HIM. HES SUCH A CUTIE.

#chino moreno #deftones #chino moreno x reader #chino moreno is a cutie

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6sixx6sexual6 · 7 months ago

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imagine chino keeping photos of you in his wallet and showing them in interviews or just to anyone in general

MR. DEFTONES (ALSO I HAVE AN M.LIST IN MY DRAFTS THAT I ADD ONTO AND IK I HAVEN'T POSTED MUCH YET BUT IMK IF I SHOULD POST IT SO THAT U GUYS CAN FIND WHAT YOUR LOOKING FOR)

word count:155

warnings:none. use of “girlfriend” and “my girl” so fem reader

if you were dating Chino and he was keeping photos of you in his wallet, he would be showing how much he loves you and values you

he'd probably show them to everyone like his friends (even though they know what you look like) or probably people he just met lol

“You wanna see my girlfriend? look at her, man.”

happy chino because people call you beautiful and he gets all happy and proud.

in interviews, you could either be there watching or at home and he'd show at least one of the pictures anyway.

if you couldn't make it, hed talk about you and show a picture and probably be like

“She's my girl, y'know? I gotta keep something of her everywhere I go.”

and he'd have a cute little smile.(he likes calling you “my girl”)

also he'd probably be showing you the pictures too just to remind you of how pretty you are.

(totally be the type to wear “i ❤ my girlfriend” shirts.)

#chino moreno #chino moreno is a cutie #chino moreno x reader #chino moreno fanfic #chino moreno headcanons #deftones #deftones x reader

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ifhymona · 10 months ago

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٭* Not Too Late *٭

Chapter 2 | chino moreno x reader

Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 3 | AO3: @romantic_daydream

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it’s been around a month ever since i started working with the deftones. not much has happened this past month, just them teaching me the ropes. although i didn’t have a lot of experience, they were very patient with me and helped me get the hang of booking venues and making advertisements for them and etc. they were right about the chemistry between us. i feel like i could really be myself around them as if we have known each other our whole lives.

their album adrenaline has been making good money lately so my pay is pretty good so far. the only con is chino. he’s been a dick to me since day one. and it’s only because of high school drama.

yup, you heard it. high school drama. me and chino had first met in middle school. i was a 7th grader and he was an 8th grader. he started hanging out with my older brother and he would come over almost all the time. since he was always with my brother, i started hanging out with them and got closer with him too.

there were always some type of feelings i had towards chino but nothing major. sometimes, it was just the two of us hanging out without my brother. we would have fun with each other and he knew that. slowly after time went by, my feelings for him started to grow even heavier. that was until my sophomore year. he started dating a very insufferable girl named cassandra but he just saw what he wanted to see in her.

i knew something was wrong with her. i didn’t know what but she just seemed off. it might sound like i was jealous but never doubt a girl’s intuition. keep in mind, this was chino’s first girlfriend. he was head over heels for her. but i could tell she didn’t feel the same. i never seen them have a full on conversation with each other and she never looked like she was enjoying herself around him. it was the worst seeing that since chino was my best friend and he meant a lot to me. he deserved to be with somebody who treated him as an equal. the day i tried to tell chino, it didn’t go well.

i was over at his house playing the nintendo with him. it was the perfect time to bring it up.

“camillo, i’m gonna say something that might come off the wrong way but it’s because i care.”

“okay? i doubt anything will make me mad at you.” he chuckled.

“i don’t think you should go out with cassandra anymore.”

he paused the game and he turned to me with the biggest stink face ever. “what did you say?”

“i know that you love her camillo but i can just tell she’s not into you. i know that’s fucked up to say but-“

he started yelling at me. “what do you know about cassandra? you two aren’t close!”

“yeah but it’s not hard to see camillo. i just don’t want you getting hurt.”

he got up from the floor. “if you were my friend, you would support me no matter what i do with my life! don’t be mad at me because i’m finally getting some action! it’s not my fault that nobody likes you! don’t try and backstab me because I have what you want!”

“oh yeah? what is that camillo?” i shouted at him.

“i’m not a nobody!”

i could feel the tears coming up to my eyes. i will never forget those words. that was what my parents told me at my most vulnerable and he knew how much they affected me.

i ran out of his house before i could start fully crying. i couldn’t let him see me grow weak.

a week later, he found her cheating with a college dude.

so not only had he lost his so called “girlfriend”, he lost one of his best friends too and i hoped that would’ve sat with him. but unfortunately it didn’t. because he still held that grudge against me. although we had stopped talking in general, i could still feel a coldness he held towards me. i couldn’t have given a single shit though. if thats how he wanted to treat his best friend then fine.

shocking for him to still be a dick to me all these years later though. even though all i did was try and be a friend. whatever. the past is the past.

so although things were going great with the rest of the band, chino still refuses to talk to me. i was tired of feeling like the villain when he knows that i did absolutely nothing wrong. so i decided to talk to him.

it was band practice. they said they wanted me there for every practice in case something went wrong and they needed an errand girl. so i was pretty much spending most of my time with them now.

“alright guys let’s take 5.” chino told the rest of the band. as everybody scattered, i tapped chino’s shoulder.

“chino, can we talk?” he looked at me. “outside?” he rolled his eyes but nodded. we both went outside into the parking lot behind the building. i looked around to make sure no one was near.

“what’s your problem with me?” i asked.

“excuse me?”

“you heard me. i said what is your problem with me?” i stared at him.

“my problem? my problem is that you’re a backstabber.”

“oh my god are you still running along with that? i just tried to warn you!”

“no not that! despite even after you heard she cheated on me, you had never called! never came over and never asked how i was doing!”

i stared at him in disbelief. “are you actually fucking kidding me right now? please tell me you’re joking?” i mentally prepared my self for what i was about to say. “camillo you were my best friend. you’re only mad at me because i was right! i’m not your mommy, i didn’t and still don’t owe you anything! are you forgetting about the fact that you held my insecurities against me?! reminding me that i’m a nobody! you think i didn’t know that already?” he looked down. “i tried to be your best friend camillo! but you didn’t even try to be mine! you disrespected me like it wasn’t even your first time! you never not once cared about my opinion! did you even notice that i was on the verge of crying when you told me those things?” he didn’t respond. “did you!?”

“no.” he mumbled, looking down at his shoes. i stared at him. i could feel the tears coming up so i calmed myself down before i continued.

“you are the most selfish person i know and i want nothing to do with you.” i said trying to hurt him. “if you don’t want me around, then i quit.” he looked up at me in disbelief. but before he could say anything, i walked away.

a/n: i hope you guys like this chapter ! please leave a like, if you did ! that would be much appreciated. chapter three will be out in a few days ! :) love of love <3

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ifhymona · 10 months ago

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٭* Not Too Late *٭

chino moreno x reader

Summary: Desperate for a job, you go out into the streets of Sacramento hoping at least one place will consider you. You come across a paper looking for a band’s new assistant. Little did you know, the band’s lead singer was your old best friend and ultimate back stabber.

chapter 2 ~ chapter 3

1k words

a/n: thank you guys so much for choosing my story to read ! i have been working on this story for months now and am passionate about it so any criticism is needed and accepted ! authors note’s are going to be a crucial part for understanding the story so please read them when you can ! also posted on my ao3 @romantic_daydream i hope you guys enjoy !

it was the summer of 1997. a month ago i had gotten fired from my job at a flower arrangement company and hadn’t had the motivation to get back up and look for work. i’m 20 years old still living with my parents because i dropped out of college.

mom and dad hated that i dropped out. they were already pissed that i had taken a gap year and started college at 19. i don’t know why though.

my dad barged into my room. “y/n! what do you think you’re doing?” he pulled my blanket that was covering me and opened the blinds.

“you can’t just be cooped up in your room all day! get up and go do something productive for once.” he yelled at me.

i groaned. “dad, it’s summer. i don’t wanna do anything.”

“y/n, you’re 20 years old with no job! i don’t wanna hear that there’s nothing to do when you can easily go out and get a job! now stop being a slob and go!” he slammed my door.

i sat up and looked around. my room was a mess and so was i. i will admit, ever since i lost my job, life has been shitty. my parents keep reminding me that i’m a nobody. i already know that. they think that telling me that will motivate me to get up and do something with myself. when i do, it’s always “wow you’re finally doing this for once?”

i shake off my thoughts and go take a shower and brush my teeth. i go to fix myself a cup of coffee and noticed my dad had left. i started thinking back to what he had said while i was making myself coffee. i hate to admit it but dad was right. i’m tired of feeling like a slob and a nobody and it was time i did something about it.

i was walking around town looking for work. i was able to apply at a handful of places already. i didn’t care what the job was, if i seen they were hiring on their door, i would walk in and apply. i noticed on a light post a big orange paper that stated “LOCAL BAND THE DEFTONES IN NEED OF AN ASSISTANT TAKE NUMBER BELOW FOR MORE DETAILS”

the deftones? i had never heard of them before but i do need a job. i ripped off one of the paper slips and went on with my day.

when i got home, i had called the number and i was told i would help the band with setting up venues and going out and getting whatever they needed last minute. they said to just show up at the address they gave me on saturday noon aka now today.

i was standing in front of what seemed to be an abandoned mechanics garage. there was a line of people standing outside of the door. i wasn’t expecting that much people to be here.

after around 40 minutes of waiting, i heard my name being called. i walked into the garage i had originally seen outside. i could tell that this was where they practiced since all of their instruments were here.

as i was looking around, i seen someone walking up to me.

“y/n l/n?” he read off a paper not paying attention to me. i recognized him though.

“camillo?”

he looked up. i seen him tense up when he realized who i was.

“oh great. i didn’t realize it was that y/n.” somebody walked up behind camillo and flicked his ear.

“what’s got your panties in a twist ?” he shaked my hand. “hello, my name is chi, i’m the bassist of the band.”

“nice to meet you, chi. i’m y/n.” i seen two people chatting together a few feet behind us. “and who are those people?”

chi shouted at them to come over. when my attention was on the two guys, i felt eyes on me. i looked over at camillo and he looked down at his paper. my attention was turned back to the two guys as they introduced themselves.

“i’m stephen, the lead guitarist.”

“and i’m abe the coolest drummer you’ll meet.” he winked at me. i chuckled.

“look guys, i can already tell, she doesn’t know what she’s doing. you need to leave.” camillo grabbed my arm and started pulling me towards the door. but my other arm was grabbed by chi.

“now hold on chino, you haven’t even given the girl a chance yet.”

“i don’t need to. i know her type.”

i pulled my arm out of camilo’s hand. “trust me, you don’t.” i glared at him. “if you don’t want me here then i’m completely fine with leaving.” i crossed my arms.

“there’s no need for that. come, sit.” chi pulled me and sat me down at the couch they had in their garage.

they all surrounded me and started asking me questions. i felt like i was being interrogated. they asked me questions about my favorite bands and if i had any previous experience in the music industry.

after around 20 questions or so, they all went to the corner of the room and whispered to each other while looking back to me. i tried to eavesdrop.

“guys, no. she cant be our assistant!” camillo exclaimed.

“why not? just because you’re the front man doesn’t mean you make all the decisions for the band.” abe told him.

“yeah and she’s basically perfect dude. you know it, i know it, we all know it! the chemistry is there! it feels like we’ve known her our whole lives and let’s be honest, everybody else who was here either was just a fan, here to meet us or genuinely kinda sucked.” chi explained.

stephen chimed in. “he probably doesn’t want her in because he can’t keep it in his pants.” they all started laughing while camillo’s face turned a bright red.

“you know what fine. you guys win this time.”

i turned my head to make it seem like i didn’t hear anything when they walked my way.

“you’re in.” they all said.

a/n: i hope you guys liked the first chapter ! i’m only posting this just to see how it does so if you guys want chapter 2, just comment it and i’ll post ! lots of love <3

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chapter 11 of not too late is out now on ao3 ! 😛

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٭* Not Too Late *٭

Chapter 8 | chino moreno x reader

chapter 7 ~ chapter 9 | AO3

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i sat at a table off to the side of the big crowd of people. it had a pretty good view from where i was at. there weren’t many heads covering the stage. i wanted to be able to pay attention to their performance. plus i have no business being inside the pit.

everyone cheered as loud as they could when the band came out onto stage. i cheered with them. chino scanned the crowd then land his eyes on me, a big smile grew on his face. i think my heart just skipped a beat.

“hey, i’m chino and this is my band the deftones.” he presented the guys. “thanks for coming out to support us tonight! but before we start, i wanna give a special shoutout to our assistant y/n.” he pointed towards me. “we wouldn’t have been here tonight without her so big round of applause for her.” he clapped and everybody started clapping and cheering with him. i haven’t felt this special in a while. i grinned at chino mouthing the words thank you. he shook his head mouthing back thank you. he looked back at the crowd. “this is the deftones.”

chi started playing the beginning of one weak. everybody in the crowd made a loud roar hearing what song they were opening with. i even started to get excited once i heard what song it was. one weak is definitely one of my favorites. chino started singing and even though i’ve heard his voice before, i was in awe. his voice sounded angelic to me. like nothing i’ve heard before. nobody else’s voice goes from melodic to harsh the way chino’s does.

stephen and abe come into the song and they both sync up like they’re reading each others minds. looking at all of them together, you can just see the passion they have while performing. they all acknowledge the bond they have and take it to their advantage on stage and that’s really apparent. they all rock out on stage together and to be honest, i wish i were up there with them. they looked like they were at their happiest standing up on there.

“you guys were amazing!” i ran and gave a group hug to everybody once they walked back stage. “i knew you guys wouldn’t disappoint!”

“did you guys see me during my own summer? i felt so badass playing the first riff!” stephen boasted.

“it was badass dude! you guys were sick! i’ve never been to a show like yours! it was so thrilling!”

“imagine how it was for us upstage, y/n! i just fucking love being up on stage playing and watching everybody’s reactions. i get so exhilarated up there that i start to feel out of body.” chi chimed in.

“same bro! playing the drums during a show will always get my adrenaline running.” abe responded.

“don’t even get me started on stage diving and crowd surfing. probably one of the greatest things in life!” chino enthused.

we all sat on the couch backstage recapping on the whole show. i loved hearing them talk about being on stage and what it’s like for them. all of their experiences are so different but alike at the same time.

there were still a lot of people post show so they went out and took some photos with fans and gave autographs. it was 11 pm and we still had to take the instruments back to the garage and drop of the truck and everybody else home. i hope i’m not too tired tomorrow.

luckily the bar was allowing me to buy drinks since i was with the band so i went backstage to grab my purse for some money. as i was walking back there, i heard two very familiar voices speaking to each other.

“cmon man, you gotta be way more forward than that.” abe told chino.

“hey i was already pretty forward.” chino rose his hands up in defense. “besides, i don’t wanna do anything she doesn’t wanna do.”

“well what about the night at hot shots?” were they talking about me?

“what about the night at hot shots?” he shook his head.

“you know what i mean.” he paused. “did you pin the tail on the donkey?” a smirk grew on abe’s face.

“you’re a freak, man.” chino scoffed rolling his eyes. he laughed a little though. “i just dropped everybody off afterwards, that’s all.”

“don’t lie!” he gave chino a look, pointing at him.

chino pressed his lips together, then smirked. “i’ll admit, we did make out a bit. but to be fair we were pretty drunk and she wanted to.” he shrugged and took a swig of his beer.

what the hell was that supposed to mean chino? he knew damn well we were never drunk nor had we ever made out. he even said it like i pressured him into it.

i grabbed my bag before they noticed me and went back to the bar. i couldn’t listen to them anymore.

i sat down and called out to the bartender. “a gin tonic please!”

“y/n?” i looked up.

“ethan smith?”

“the one and only.” ethan smiled. me and ethan used to be friends back in high school but lost contact after graduation. chino never liked him for some reason. one time he even got mad at me hanging out with him at the skatepark one day. i shake off my thoughts about chino. i don’t want to think about him right now.

“how have you been? i haven’t seen you since graduation!”

“well not much. just working to be honest.” he sighed. “but this won’t be forever!”

we began chit chatting with each other about how our lives changed since high school. he served me my drink.

“so are you and camillo friends again?” he seemed curious.

“yeah, i’m actually his band’s assistant.” he sheepishly smiled while looking to the side. “what’s that look for?”

he sighed. “i just think that you shouldn’t be hanging around them.” i rose my eyebrow. “they’re rockstars who party all the time and go on benders. and you? you’re just a girl from sacramento.” no way he just told me this. right when i stopped feeling like a nobody too.

“well may i remind you that we haven’t seen each other in like two years. you don’t know me enough anymore to worry about who i’m hanging out with. you don’t know the band well enough to talk about them like that.” i snapped.

“y/n-“

“don’t y/n me.” i placed a five on the surface. “and about me being just a girl from sacramento. i can’t wait for the day to come where i’m something more than a just a girl from sacramento and can say told you so.” i scoffed and walked away.

he shouted to me. “well what if i told you camillo isn’t the guy he makes himself out to be?”

i paused in my tracks and turned my head.“that’s for chino to tell me.” what a weirdo. now i know why chino never liked him.

after hanging out at the whiskey junction for 2 hours, we had finally gotten everybody home, besides me. why are we always alone in a car past midnight?

he parked his car infront of my house and turned it off. there was this weird tension between us.

“was i good or bad tonight? be honest.” he turned to me.

“you were good, chino. i loved watching you up there.” i smiled at him but immediately dropped it to the thought of what chino said.

“what’s wrong?” he frowned.

“nothing.” i shrugged.

“y/n, i can just feel that something is wrong with you.”

“do you know it though?” i tried stalling.

“yeah i do.” he stared at me. “what’s wrong?”

i sighed defeatedly. “why did you say that me and you made out when we didn’t?” he went silent. “i mean cmon chino! you even made it seem like you didn’t even want to. do you know how shitty that felt to hear?”

he looked down at his hands and started fidgeting. “look y/n i don’t know why i said it. i just did.” he looked back up at me. “abe didn’t even believe me.”

i gave him a serious face. “really? that’s your excuse?”

“excuse? i’m being hone-“ i cut him off.

“whatever chino. i don’t want to talk about it.” i turned away from him and sat straight.

he laughed. “do you know how embarrassing it was for me to see you basically flirting with ethan smith in front of abe?” is he really trying to flip it back on me?

“what are you even talking about? ethan was the bartender! i didn’t embarrass you, you embarrassed me! and even if i was flirting with ethan, why does it matter to you?”

“because you’re min- my friend!” he exclaimed. it went silent. i felt his eyes on me. “im drunk and just told abe what he wanted to hear. i’m sorry, y/n, really.” he rubbed his forehead. “i’m serious about abe not believing me. i’d never lie to you y/n”.

i thought about it for a second. chino is the type to fudge the truth to look cooler. “i guess you’ll just have to make it up to me.” i shrugged.

“so am i forgiven?” he pouted.

“yes chino, you’re forgiven.” i smiled.

we sat in silence for a few minutes staring at each other. then his eyes wandered down to the rest of my body. it started to feel warm suddenly.

“i like these a lot.” he tugged on my fishnets. “i think they’re hot.” he looked back up at me and rested his hand on my thigh.

i felt my face warm up. good thing it’s dark in here. “you really think so?” i decided to indulge him.

“mhm” he hummed. he leaned toward me again. this time i didn’t turn away. i licked my lips and bit them. thank god for the liquid courage.

“were you able to impress that one person tonight?” i asked.

he softly smiled. “you tell me.”

before i could say anything, he kissed my lips. he smelt like a mixture of alcohol, cigarettes, and sweat. normally that would’ve bothered me but this time, i feel like i’ve been so touched starved, i needed this.

his tongue played around mine as he sucked on my lips. i moaned into his mouth and his grip tightened on my thigh. he used his other hand to cup my face and pull me in closer. my heart was beating so fast right now.

i felt his hand slide down and caress the in between of my thighs. my hands tugged on his hair while he placed his kisses around my swollen lips. my mind felt blank. all i could focus on was chino and his lips on me.

“you’re so fucking hot baby.” he trailed his kisses down my neck. he realized he found my neck’s sweet spot when i moaned a little too loud. he started sucking on that special spot as his hands inched upwards on my thighs. a tension started growing inside me.

i grabbed his chin and brought his lips back up to mine. i licked his lips before breathing into his mouth. his arm wrapped around my waist.

“fuck, just let me have you tonight, please baby. i need you so fucking much right now.” he moaned into my mouth. “you should’ve never wore these tonight.” he tugged at my fishnets again. i wrapped my arms around his neck and held him tightly.

a sudden knock interrupted, making us jump. “y/n! get inside right now!” my mom yelled at me. oh god, not right now mom. i gave chino an apologetic look and look down to see his total hard on he had. a wave of guilt washed over me knowing he had to go home unsatisfied. of course the first time in a while i’ve had any action, i couldn’t have this go smoothly.

“i’m sorry, chino.”

he smiled. “it’s okay princess.”

my mom banged on the window again.

“y/n!”

“yeah i’m coming!” i swung the door open and gave my mom a look. she turned over at chino.

“camillo, i was not expecting this from you!” she scolded chino.

“i’m sorry, mrs. l/n.” he let out a chuckle but immediately shut himself up. he cleared his throat. “it won’t happen again.”

“yeah my mother heard that once too.” she rolled her eyes and walked away grabbing my wrist with her. “let’s go, y/n.”

i gave chino an apologetic look again as i was being dragged away by my mom. he smiled and waved before driving away.

a/n: what do you guys think of the new chap ? i hope everyone loves it as much as i do ! this is one of my favorite chapters so please leave a like if you enjoyed it. new chap out next friday ! lots of love <3

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٭* Not Too Late *٭

Chapter 9 | chino moreno x reader

chapter 8 ~ chapter 10 | AO3

2.2k words

a/n: !! PLEASE READ !! the beginning is going back a few days before the gig in case anyone is a confused ! enjoy !

chino’s pov:

it’s been four days ever since my night out at the park with y/n, something’s different about her. there’s this weird sudden change and i don’t know what it is. i catch myself thinking about y/n more than usual now. i needed to talk to somebody about this.

“so you can’t stop thinking about her ever since the night at hot shots?” chi asked me, sitting down on the couch with a bag of chips.

“i mean yeah basically. i don’t know what’s wrong with me man.” i shrugged.

“well why don’t we try something. like a test?”

i scoffed. “a test? man who are you? sonny from a bronx tale?”

“now hold on hear me out first. you guys have known each other since middle school right?” i nodded. “remind her of something about yourself only she would remember and see if she actually does remember. if she does, that’s how you’ll know she’s as crazy about you as you are with her.” chi snapped his fingers. i stared at him. is he serious?

i rubbed my forehead. “chi, i’m confused about my feelings for her. not her feelings for me.”

he laughed and patted my shoulder. “look, just do the test that i told you. if you don’t like mine, make up your own test to make out your feelings about her. you’ll figure it out.”

stephen’s caught a cold a week before the gig. so now i’m left at home practicing by myself. except i’m not really practicing. i can’t think straight enough to practice right now.

at first i tried singing but my voice just isn’t sounding good. then i tried writing some lyrics to maybe help clear my thoughts but nothing good came to my mind. all i could think about was chi’s idea. a test huh? the more i thought about it, the more it seemed like a good idea. maybe i should make my own test to figure out my feelings.

it had to be simple though, something i could pull off easily. i thought back to when she kissed my cheek. that was when everything changed. i should just make a test off that.

i felt super nervous today since it’s now the day of the gig. y/n was waiting for me to pick her up. i needed something to calm my nerves before i left. i looked over on my kitchen counter and seen a bottle of hennessy staring at me. i sighed and grabbed a shot glass, pouring the hennessy in it. i quickly shot down the glass. the burning sensation in my throat felt good but made me squinch my face. i wonder why i don’t drink this more.

it was the perfect time to start my test. i was parked outside of y/n’s house waiting for her. with the help of the shot i took, i felt like i was ready to get over these feelings. that was until y/n walked out of her house.

her legs peeked under her fishnets and her hair was flowing through the wind. her makeup brought out her eyes and her tank top, i couldn’t help but look. it's like she knows exactly what i'm into.

i stared into her long shady eyes as she buckled her seat belt. she turned to look at me, making my heart beat faster. i trailed my eyes down her body. it took all of me to not stare at her for too long but i just can’t resist. she’s got me wrapped around her finger like it’s nothing! who does she think she is having me wrapped around her finger? she broke my train of thought.

"copycat." y/n smirked. "why'd you have to steal my makeup look?" she pushed my chest back. it’s time to put my test into action. i’ll kiss her to see if i feel anything towards her.

"cmon baby, don't do me like that." i leaned into her but to my surprise, she turned away. my heart immediately dropped. ouch. "maybe next time." i smirked hoping i redeemed myself, but in reality, i've never felt more embarrassed in my life. how could she reject me? nobody's ever just turned their head from me ever. this comepletely backfired! god i need another shot now.

after the show, me and abe were backstage having some beers together. this whole day, i’ve been drinking shots and beers, whatever i can get my hands on. it helped calm my nerves, especially after what happened with y/n. i shook my head trying to clear the thought.

"so, what's going on between you and y/n?" abe started acting nosy.

"what's it to you?" i chuckled.

"ain't nothing wrong with asking my bandmate how his love life is going." he took another sip of his beer. "its clear you like her." he shrugged.

"do you really think so?" he nodded. maybe abe can help me sort my feelings out. "i don't know man. it's just something about her has just been confusing me lately. earlier i tried to kiss her, hoping i can make out my feelings for her but she rejected me! she turned her head and rejected me!” i took a swig of my beer after remembering my harsh rejection.

abe laughed. "man cmon, you gotta be way more forward than that."

"hey i was already pretty forward. besides, i don't wanna do anything she doesn't wanna do." which was true. i'm not mad at her for rejecting me. i was mad at myself for even trying.

"well what about the night at hot shots?" abe reminded me. i didn't wanna tell him about our night in the park.

"what about the night at hot shots?" i played dumb.

"you know what i mean." a devilish smile grew on his face. "did you pin the tail on the donkey?"

"you're a freak, man." i scoffed and rolled my eyes but couldn't help but laugh. "i just dropped everybody off afterwards."

"don't lie!" i didn't want abe to think i haven't gotten any play from y/n. so i fudged the truth a little bit.

“i’ll admit, we did make out a bit. but to be fair we were pretty drunk and she wanted to.” i took another swig of my beer. i kind of felt bad lying on y/n's name. i don’t even know why i’m doing this in the first place.

abe smiled at me but i knew he wanted to say something. "what?"

"i don't know, man. usually i'd believe you but this time, i don't." he shrugged.

"what's different this time?"

he smirked. "this time, i know the girl." he stood up reaching his hand out to me. "cmon dude, let's go find everybody else." he helped me up and we walked out to the front together.

when i looked to my right, there was y/n sitting at the bar laughing. there’s never been anybody with a more geniune laugh than her. when i looked past y/n, there was ethan, the one making her laugh. my heart dropped suddenly. i didn't feel too good anymore.

i'm assumming abe noticed because he said, "yikes, there goes your girl." he chuckled before patting my back and walking away.

i couldn't stare at them any longer. if i kept looking at ethan, i definitely would've socked his face in. god, he's so unbearable to look at.

stephen, chi and abe were all standing around the table taking shots. "chino, man get your ass over here and take some shots!" stephen yelled at me.

without hesitation, i walked over and downed one. why was i so hung up over y/n talking to ethan? it’s not like we’re together. i hope all this alcohol will help me forget.

the drive home with y/n was awkward for me. i wasn’t sober to say the least. i was brimming with liquid courage. the urge to just pull over and pull her on top of me was all i wanted. what the fuck am i thinking man?

at this point, i was dying inside being right next to her. i’ve never felt like this before. i always just banged the chick and went onto the next. that’s really all i’ve ever known since becoming famous. why were things so different with y/n?

we sat there in silence once we parked in front of her house. i needed to finish this test before she leaves. i needed to kiss her. i wanted to kiss her.

“was i good or bad tonight? be honest.” i asked, trying to clear my thoughts.

she smiled at me. my chest grew warm. “you were good, chino. i loved watching you up there.” my heart quickly dropped along with her smile.

“what’s wrong?” i frowned.

“nothing.” she shrugged. what’s suddenly gotten into her? something was clearly wrong with her. i had to get it out her, or else i’ll lose sleep tonight.

“y/n, i can just feel that something is wrong with you.”

“do you know it though?” she’s so stubborn.

“yeah i do.” i glared at her for a moment. “what’s wrong?”

“why did you say that me and you made out when we didn’t?” i didn’t know she heard me. im such an idiot. of course i wouldn’t get away with lying. what made it worse was abe didn’t even believe me. “i mean cmon chino! you even made it seem like you didn’t even want to. do you know how shitty that felt to hear?” i didn’t realize how bad it sounded now thinking back to it.

“look y/n i don’t know why i said it. i just did. abe didn’t even believe me.”

“really? that’s your excuse chino?” she gave me a death stare.

“excuse? i’m being hone-“ she cut me off before i can even finish.

“whatever chino. i don’t want to talk about it.”

i couldn’t help but laugh remembering her talking to ethan at the bar. “do you know how embarrassing it was for me to see you basically flirting with ethan smith in front of abe?”

“what are you even talking about? ethan was the bartender! i didn’t embarrass you, you embarrassed me! and even if i was flirting with ethan, why does it matter to you?”

“because you’re min- my friend!” i changed my impulsive sentence very quickly. i hope she didn’t hear that but knowing y/n, she probably did. this has been one rough night. i didn’t want her to think of me the wrong way. i needed to explain myself. “i’m drunk and just told abe what he wanted to hear. i’m sorry, y/n, really. i’m serious about abe not believing me. i’d never lie to you y/n.”

she looked lost in thought for a second. her hair laid perfectly along her shoulders. her lips were pink and plump. her skin looked as soft as silk. she looked perfect right now. sometimes i wish i could stare at her for hours without her catching me. “i guess you’ll just have to make it up to me.”

“so am i forgiven?” i pouted.

“yes chino, you’re forgiven.” she smiled at me. i felt a wave of relief. her smile helped put me at ease again.

i’m a fucking horny mess. my heart was beating like crazy. never have i felt like this after sex. let alone making out!

i pulled over to the side of the road. i needed to calm down. my mind was racing. it was hard to focus on one thought. y/n had me in an absolute daze.

y/n and her hands all over me. the way she smelt of honey and cocoa butter. i could still smell her on me. i rubbed the bulge in my pants trying to calm myself down. i couldn’t stop thinking about all the noises she made just by me touching her. how soft her legs were and how sweet her lips tasted.

in my peripheral vision, i spotted the polaroid i took of her. i grabbed it from the cup holder and stared at it. i could feel myself growing nervous just from looking at her picture.

why are you taking over my life!?

then it was like something snapped inside of me. like all the dots connected. i like y/n. i really like her. i mean it only makes sense. why else would i be obsessing over her like this? chi was right. maybe my test did work after all.

i stared at her photo. my chest grew warm just looking at her smile.

i breathed out heavily. i felt bad for what i was about to do, but i needed to get off some how. besides she’s the one who got me like this in the first place.

i put her photo off to the side and slowly unzipped my pants.

i got home still unsatisfied. i immediately turned on the cold water in my shower. just the thought of y/n got me hard. especially the thought of what we could’ve done if we weren’t interrupted. i felt like a loser hung up over her like this. the fact that still almost two hours later, i’m still masturbating because the first time wasn’t enough? this is the most humbling experience i’ve ever gone through.

i turned off the water and wrapped the towel around my waist once i finished. i walked to my dresser and spotted the polaroid of her again. “she’ll pay soon.” i wouldn’t let her get away with getting me this horny. i put the polaroid in the crevice of my mirror. hopefully waking up to her photo will make my days better.

a/n: i hope everyone enjoyed todays chapter ! chapter 10 will be posted next friday. lots of love <3

#deftones #chino moreno #chino moreno x reader #chino x reader #abe cunningham #chi cheng #stephen carpenter #nu metal #music #bands #mall goth #goth #emo #metalhead #grunge #1990s #1990s nu metal #1990s aesthetic

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