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sorrowsofsilence · 11 days

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1986 • ruffilo

Pairing: Best Friend!Nicholas Ruffilo x Fem!reader (oneshot)

Words: 5.7k

Warnings: FLUFFFFFF, Smut 18+ (car sex, PnV, pls wrap it b4 u tap it, fem!receiving).

Summary: Two friends living life in 1986, playing laser tag and going on drive-in dates , confessing their feelings that maybe they're more than friends.

note: eeeeeee, i love him so. (songs are Birdmad Girl - The Cure / Enjoy the Silence - Depeche Mode)

You never truly realize how much you care for someone until you're three rounds deep into laser tag, dominating as a duo.

Ruffilo's contagious laughter reverberated around the dimly lit arena, the blacklight illuminating the neon artwork adorning the walls.

Your vest glowed in bright pink, matching your best friend's as you both weaved through the narrow corridors, being cautious not to trip over the shoddily painted plywood flooring.

With your finger poised on the plastic trigger, you aimed your phaser at the enemy targets ahead.

"Strategy number four?" Nicholas shouted over the pulsing bass of the synth music blaring in your ears.

You gave him an enthusiastic nod and grin before turning around, back-to-back with him in position, ready for anyone to approach from either in front or behind.

The two of you advanced together up to the top level of the arena, past the colourful graffiti. Glancing to the side, you spotted a flash of blue from your peripheral vision and swiftly fired off a shot as the nimble body slid behind a wall. Miss.

"Blue vest, four o'clock!" you called out, and Nicholas rotated with you seamlessly, maintaining your formation until the blue vest came into view again from around the corner.

Ruffilo expertly aimed and fired his phaser, deactivating the light on the vest and eliciting an exasperated groan from the teenage target.

"Again?!" the teen exclaimed, throwing his hands up in defeat before retreating down the ramp, waiting for his vest to reactivate.

"One minute remaining!"

The announcement echoed throughout the dark arena, and you nodded at Nicholas before splitting up and sprinting to opposite sides to rack up as many points as possible before time ran out.

The frenzied last minute was a blur of neon lights, with the synth music now morphing into an adrenaline-pumping rush. Unseen enemies emerged from the shadows, the blacklight making their teeth glow as they snarled with playful determination.

A green vest sprang up from behind a barricade, but you were quicker, firing off a shot and hitting the target smack in the middle as you slid onto your knees, the black jeans you wore sliding along the wood, all while scuffing your new chucks.

The satisfying beep of your phaser confirmed your score, and you couldn't help but giggle at the surprised expression on the enemy's face as he trudged off, disappointed. It was worth the carnage of your attire.

"Thirty seconds remaining!"

Nicholas was not far, moving deftly around the abandoned fortress, his pink vest glowing in the dark. He had moved back to the second floor, and you watched as he took down three opponents in quick succession before disappearing into a maze of neon obstacles.

Fifteen seconds; your heart pounded in sync with the countdown. A streak of orange and yellow rushed past you as you sprinted back to the center of the arena.

"Ten seconds remaining!"

As the final countdown began, your heart pounded in your chest with the rhythm of the music. You caught sight of a purple vest and took your shot - a direct hit. But then, you felt a strange sensation; a sudden heat on your back.

You turned around just in time to see a yellow vest grinning at you from behind an obstacle; but before she could shoot, her vest turned grey, and you glanced to see Nicholas standing behind, phaser pointed outward with a smile.

His grey eyes gleamed with competitiveness and excitement as he gave you a thumbs up, and you grinned, biting your tongue as you nodded toward him, passing a silent thank you.

"Five... four.... three..."

You quickly darted behind a wall next to your best friend, chests heaving in sync as you shared another grin.

"Two... one... GAME OVER!"

The lights in the arena suddenly brightened, and the pulsating music slowed down to a stop. A chorus of groans and cheers filled the room as you both walked out of the arena, placing your vests onto the rack before lacing your arms together, faces flushed.

It wasn’t new to walk arm and arm, but for some reason, this time, your skin tingled against his, even more so than usual.

Nicholas smiled down at you as he then bumped his shoulder into yours, the mechanical voice of the scoreboard announcing the winner.

“Team Pink wins!”

You exchanged high-fives with Nicholas, grinning proudly at each other as your hearts pounded through the adrenaline.

"I knew we'd win," Nicholas said, trying to stifle his laughter. His eyes twinkled with pride as he watched you in awe.

You blinked up at him, an unexpected warmth in your chest, and an odd fluttering sensation in your stomach. You felt your cheeks heating up again under his gaze, but tried to ignore it.

“We always win. They’re going to get sick of us,” You laughed, the two of you walking to your shared locker.

Nicholas grinned at you as he slipped on his leather jacket, his eyes sparkling under the arcade lights. He ran a hand through his dishevelled brunette hair, causing a few strands to fall into his eyes endearingly, "We make a great team."

The words hung in the air between you two like an unspoken promise, a hidden code that only you both understood. And maybe it was the adrenaline high or the after-effects of victory, but everything seemed a little bit brighter- a little bit warmer with him by your side.

You and Nicholas had been attached at the hip ever since you met three years ago. He came into the record shop you worked at looking for the new, at the time, Journey album, frontiers.

It was so popular, that the only copy you had left was the one you saved for yourself; but when you locked onto those doe grey eyes, you couldn’t help but cave, handing over your beloved copy to the stranger who made your heart race.

The way his face lit up had made your entire day- and he swore he’d repay you by bringing you exactly 5 Twinkies.

And he did bring five Twinkies, the very next day.

Not just that, he brought you an extra one every single time he visited the record store after that.

Oddly enough, it had become your thing - his way of saying thank you for sharing your favourite band's album with him, which was your way of reminding him over and over that he owed you nothing.

But Twinkies were delicious, and he was cute, so who were you to say no?

After a year of this routine, Nicholas confessed that he'd been banned from every grocery store in town for buying too many Twinkies. The general store that got the most business confronted him, accusing him of re-selling them.

Yet you both burst into laughter, clutching onto each other as tears prickled in your eyes. How would you tell the owner that really, the two of you just liked the delicate pastry?

But even then, whether it was his dedication to repay you or his general kindness, something about Nicholas drew you in.

He was like a moth drawn to the flame of your friendship, and just like the moth, you couldn’t resist even though you knew it could be dangerous.

Considering the two of you were in long-term relationships with other people, at the time.

Yet, dangerous or not, you couldn't imagine a life without Nicholas. Whether it was his infectious laughter that always managed to lift your spirits or the way he could always find the perfect song to match your mood, Nicholas was more than just a best friend.

He was your confidante, your partner in crime, your shoulder to cry on when life got tough.

Most importantly, he was the one person who had never let you down. The one who made you truly happy.

The morning was rainy, nothing out of the ordinary as you sat on the loveseat in your living room. Your walkman was blaring a mixtape of The Cure and The Smiths, two of your best friend’s favourite bands.

As you were finally getting comfy in the cushions, you heard a knock on the window.

Nicholas had peered in from the outside, holding his shoulders in protection as you scrambled to open the door, watching him step in soaking wet and shivering.

You didn't ask what happened when you saw his sorrowful expression – you just ushered him inside and wrapped him in a warm blanket, sitting him down and getting him a warm drink.

He sat quietly for a while; the only sounds in the room were the pattering of rain on the glass, and his occasional sips from the mug.

Then suddenly, he had started sobbing.

You didn't know what happened – all you knew was that he needed you.

So, you moved closer, wrapping an arm around him and letting him lean onto your shoulder as he cried.

His sobs eventually faded into hushed whimpers, his body shaking with the occasional hiccup.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper as he leaned into you. "I didn't know where else to go."

"You don't have to apologize," you had told him, running your fingers through his damp hair in an attempt to soothe him. "I'm always here for you, Nicky. You know that."

He had finally looked up at you then, eyes red and swollen from crying but still holding that same mesmerizing grey glow that drew you to him every single time.

"We broke up," he admitted in a hoarse voice, the words hanging heavy in the air.

The feeling of your heart clenching in shared pain made you sigh, pulling him into an embrace.

Ruffilo wrapped his arms around your body, pressing his face into the crook of your neck as he cried. He felt warm and perfect against your skin; but you mourned with him, holding his body protectively.

It had now been two months since your ex left you; so you knew this pain all too well.

Nicholas’ sobs subsided over time, leaving only soft sniffles and the steady rhythm of his breathing. Even after he'd quieted down, you continued to hold him, offering silent support as he curled into your side.

He eventually broke away from your embrace with a sheepish smile.

"Thanks," he mumbled, looking at you with eyes that held a depth of gratitude that couldn't be put into words.

It was then that you realized how close you were.

You could see the streaks made by tears on his face, the way his hair was sticking up in odd places from where you had run your hands through it.

He looked vulnerable - and yet there was a strength in him that took your breath away.

His gaze was serious as he looked at you, raw emotion swimming in the depths of his eyes. You could see a mixture of pain, confusion, and something else...something that made your breath hitch in your throat.

Coughing, you pulled away as your chest warmed, before suggesting something the two of you had become quite fond of.

“Wanna go play laser tag?”

And now here you were, watching him tuck his hair behind his ears in the neon lit lobby, your heart clenching again.

Something felt different. It wasn't the elation of your shared victory, nor was it the exhausted yet fulfilled sensation that came after a game well played.

It was something much deeper. Something you knew you felt all this time, but were too ignorant to let free.

Your heart pounded in your chest as Nicholas shut the locker door with a bang, snapping you out of your thoughts.

The brunette turned to look at you, his eyes meeting yours in an intense gaze before he suddenly looked away, his cheeks flushed under the dim lights.

"Do you want to grab a bite? I'm starving," he suggested, trying to sound nonchalant as he ran his fingers through his hair again. A habit he only did when nervous.

You nodded enthusiastically, tucking your hands into the denim jacket you wore, pulling the hood of your sweater beneath it upon your head.

As you walked side by side towards the arcade exit, you couldn't help but steal glances at your best friend.

Was it the blacklight, or was there a newfound glow about him? His smile was more infectious than usual. It reminded you of the first time he visited the store, his face glowing with excitement.

The same glow was in his eyes now, despite the recent tears.

Your favourite diner was open late, serving greasy burgers and shakes; a perfect end to an evening of laser wars.

You both were regulars, as Nicholas was particularly fond of their double bacon cheeseburger.

As you slid into your spot, a familiar red vinyl booth, a thought struck you.

These outings- the laser tag games, the shared Twinkies, the late-night diner visits- they weren’t just friendly hangouts anymore.

Or maybe they weren’t ever just friendly.

The two of you sat across from each other, huddled over the sticky Formica table as you chatted and laughed about anything and everything.

Nicholas's smile seemed to take up his whole face in the yellowing light of the diner, and you found yourself drawn to it. Drawn to him.

His sadness from this morning felt like forever ago, and your heart fluttered as his hand grazed yours as he reached for your shared drink, taking a sip.

"So," Nicholas began, twirling a fry in his hand as he met your gaze.

“So,” you echoed, watching him with a raised brow, reaching for the cup now, taking the straw into your mouth.

"I've been…thinking."

"Yeah?" You replied, your own hands growing still as you watched him attentively.

He nodded, setting down the fry and leaning back. His gaze never left yours, every bit as captivating as they always were. "Yeah…about us," he finally said.

Your heart skipped a beat at that, your stomach fluttering in response. Whatever nervousness had gripped Nicholas earlier, seemed to have transferred onto you now.

Ruffilo swallowed hard before continuing, "I was the one who broke up with Spencer…”

The silence hung in the air like a heavy fog, and you could see the anxiety creeping into Nicholas's expression.

Your mind began to spiral, his sadness from earlier lingering in your mind. If he left them… why was he so upset?

Yet you gave him an encouraging nod, urging him to continue.

"I... I broke up with Spencer because of you," he confessed, his eyes darting to the side as if the confession was too big for him to say out loud.

Your heart pounded in your chest, your mind reeling at this revelation. Nicholas was silent for a moment, wringing his hands together nervously under the table.

The rubber of his vans tapped the floor anxiously, "I realized..." he began again, his voice soft, "I realized that it was you I wanted to be with.”

His words filled your ears, wrapping around you like a blanket of elation, limbs growing warm as the tingle of his confession sunk in.

"I didn't mean to fall for you," he confessed, looking back at you now with an intensity that made your stomach twist with anticipation. His gaze was pleading and full of regret as if he feared the consequences of his confession.

"No..." you whispered, a soft denial of his fears, not his feelings., “You aren’t alone.”

He watched you from across the table, almost hopeful.

“I didn’t mean to fall for you either, Nicky.”

A gasp of relief escaped Nicholas' lips as he stared at you, his grey eyes wide with disbelief; as if he was trying to comprehend the words he'd been longing to hear.

A moment of silence stretched between the two of you, and the air was thick with unspoken words as the bustle of the diner dimmed around you.

"You mean..." Nicholas began, but trailed off again, this time with a glimmer of hope in his eyes that dared him to believe this wasn't just a dream.

You gave your best friend a nod of affirmation, heart pounding so hard you could barely hear yourself think, "I mean it, Nicholas. I... I feel the same way about you."

The words hung heavy in the air between the two of you, each syllable sinking in slowly. You watched as he processed your admission, a flurry of emotions crossing his brows before relief spread across his face.

His shoulders visibly relaxed as he let out a breathless laugh and ran a hand through his hair again - a nervous habit indeed - but this time it was accompanied by a grin that reached his eyes.

"Bitchin…” he mumbled before continuing, “I- I don't even know what to say.”

You chuckled lightly and teased, "That's a first."

Ruffilo laughed too, the sound filling the air around you in a delicate melody.

He squeezed your hand gently and then let go, leaning back into his seat while watching you.

“Well, Y/N,” the brunette smiled, “Would you like to join me on a date?”

You pondered a moment, placing your finger on your chin playfully, “Hmm. I might need to check my schedule.”

Nicholas rolled his eyes, grinning again.

"Sure you will," he responded, chuckling as he shook his head at your jest. The tension had finally eased, and the atmosphere between you was as light as it always had been, but now with a newfound hue of affection permeating through.

“I’m deadly serious,” You said, nodding with folded arms.

He let out a dramatic sigh, playfully leaning forward with his elbows resting on the table as he gave you a teasing smile, "And here I thought you were easy to convince."

"Maybe I am," You finally relented, your smile matching his as you met his gaze. "But only for you, Ruffilo."

His eyes widened slightly at your words, his cheeks tinged pink under the diner’s fluorescent lights.

"Only for me?" He asked quietly, his gaze warm and full of affection as he watched you.

You nodded with a soft smile, reaching over to take his hand in yours. "Only for you."

"It's a date then,” he finally managed to utter, his voice shaky but full of happiness. You could tell he was trying his best to control the tremor of excitement running through him.

"Yes, it’s a date," you confirmed, your voice barely louder than a whisper as though afraid someone else could hear the secret promise between the two of you.

As Nicholas drove you home in his old beat-up car, you couldn't help but take quick glances at him from time to time. His eyes were focused on the road, yet you noticed how he nervously wiped his hands on his thighs every so often.

He let his fingers drum on the steering wheel, before asking, “Would you like to go to the drive-in?”

"Isn't that a bit too cliche?" You teased.

Nicholas chuckled, keeping his eyes on the road but unable to hide the grin creeping onto his face, "I suppose it is, but I thought we could embrace the cliche," he replied, “Besides, I have something in mind that might make it a little unique.”

You couldn’t help but feel intrigued, “Oh really? And what would that be?”

He flashed you an enigmatic smile, and your chest warmed at the mystery in his eyes, "That would be telling," he retorted, the corners of his lips turning upwards into a charming smirk.

The only movie playing was the new Aliens, which left an uneasy feeling in your stomach as Ruffilo pulled up.

Yet, as you glanced over to see Nicholas pulling out a small portable radio from the backseat, your curiosity piqued.

"What's that for?" you quizzed, eyeing it with amused bewilderment. "I thought we were here to watch a movie?"

Nicholas gave a knowing smile, setting the radio up on the dashboard. "We are," he replied, "But who says we have to listen to their audio?"

He tuned the radio until a familiar tune wafted through the crackling speakers.

This girl has got a smile That can make me cry This girl just burns with love She's burning, burning deep outside

"Ah," you laughed in understanding, "So we watch Aliens but pretend it's all just an extensive music video?"

He gave a triumphant nod, "Exactly! Told you I'd make it unique."

With that, he parked the car in a secluded spot, letting the radio play between the two of you in the car.

Night time, night time sets my house on fire Oh, I'll turn into the melting man I'll lose my life to feel I feel desire

Sliding closer to Nicholas he wrapped an arm around your shoulder- something that normally wouldn’t leave you nervous- but this time made your stomach swirl with butterflies.

"Comfortable?" he asked, his voice barely audible over the music. His gaze was steady on yours, the faint glow from the drive-in screen shimmering in his eyes.

"Never better," you replied, a soft smile spreading across your face as you nestled into him. You then added, "This was a good idea."

"I aim to please," he returned with a smirk, his arm tightening slightly around your shoulder. His eyes flickered back to the movie screen, but his mind was elsewhere.

The tension in the car had shifted again, this time to something much more intimate and private.

Your heart pounded as you turned to look at him as he continued to watch the screen, his profile illuminated by the distant light. Your best friend was always handsome – that’s undeniable – but tonight, there was a different aura about him.

A raw vulnerability and softness that tugged at your chest.

With a deep breath, you made a move, lacing your fingers with his.

He turned to look at you, surprise evident in his eyes. But it quickly melted into a gentle warmth as he gave your hand a soft squeeze, entwining his inked fingers with yours.

The connection sent sparks up your arm, making your pulse quicken in response.

His gaze fell to your linked hands before returning to meet your eyes. A soft smile played on his lips as he gently stroked his thumb over the back of your hand, a simple act that sent waves of affection and warmth through your body.

Burn wild, wild, wild, and never turn away Oh, sends me all her love, she sends me everything She sends me everywhere

His eyes were soft, glimmering under the moonlight as he looked at you as if you were the only thing that mattered.

"Y/N," he started, his voice barely a whisper. He seemed unsure, a slight tremble interrupting his words.

"Nicky?" you answered gently, encouraging him to continue.

"It's just…” he paused, swallowing hard before continuing, “I don’t want anything... I mean... I’m worried about moving too fast.”

Your face warmed, awaiting his words.

“But I really want to kiss you.”

The intensity in his face made your breath hitch, caught off guard at his honesty. For a moment, you were silent, taking in the weight of his words. His eyes searched yours for any sign of reaction, the atmosphere between you two becoming thick with anticipation.

"Nicholas," you started, holding his gaze. The warmth of the moment was enough to set your heart racing, yet there was also an inexplicable calm that washed over you, "I want you to kiss me too."

His face relaxed into a relieved smile as he gently caressed your cheek with his free hand. The touch sent a delightful shiver down your spine, making your heart flutter with excitement. A faint blush crept onto his cheeks as he inched closer, his breath hitching ever so slightly.

Nicholas slowly leaned in, maintaining eye contact till the very last second when his eyes fluttered shut.

His lips were soft and firm as they latched onto yours with need, an intimacy in that shared silence only broken by the quiet hum of an 80's ballad playing on the radio, and the low murmur of the movie in the background.

It was as if time had stilled for this moment, allowing you two to explore this newfound love at your own pace.

His hand left yours to cradle the back of your neck, pulling you closer to deepen the kiss. Your hands found their way into his hair, the soft strands tickling against your fingertips.

And when you pulled away, the faint taste of mint from his earlier chewing gum lingered between you two, creating a flavour that was uniquely Nicholas.

You couldn't help but smile at him, your fingers gently tracing his cheekbone as you whispered, "That...was worth the wait."

“Really?” He whispered, leaning to press his forehead against yours, brushing your noses together.

You nodded, watching him in awe before kissing him again, taking his bottom lip between your teeth.

A shaky breath left his lips as he pulled you closer, allowing you to control the kiss with your tongue.

It was a feeling of bliss that seemed to stretch on forever, his touch electric against your skin, his pulse a rhythm matching yours.

His tongue traced yours slowly, the sweet intimacy of each action leaving you breathless as he pulled you onto his lap, allowing you to straddle his waist.

Every trace of his fingers against your skin as they slid up the back of your sweater, sent a shiver down your spine; every soft gasp from him was like a plea for more.

His lips never left yours as you ran your fingers through his hair, tugging gently on the strands. The kiss became more intense, and more passionate, and before you knew it you were both fighting for breath in between kisses and soft touches.

All I ever wanted

All I ever needed is here in my arms

Words are very unnecessary

They can only do harm

The radio continued to play an array of songs, drowning out the sounds of the movie that was now nothing more than background noise. You pulled away to catch your breath, resting your forehead on his and staring deep into his eyes.

Words failed him as he traced circles on your thighs with his fingertips, causing shivers to run down your spine.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly as he saw your reaction to his touch - a reaction that only served to boost his newfound confidence.

Your fingers entwined in his hair again, tugging softly when his lips began to trail down your neck. A soft sigh of pleasure escaped your lips as his teeth grazed over the sensitive skin, and a delightful shiver coursed through your body when his tongue darted out to soothe the mark he had left.

His hands continued their exploration, memorizing every curve and dip of your body.

Nicholas paused, pulling back just enough to gaze into your eyes. There was a question in his eyes, a silent enquiry for consent, and you gave him a nod, a clear affirmation reflected in your eyes. His lips curved into a soft smile, his fingers tracing the hem of your shirt before he gingerly lifted it over your head.

As his eyes roved over you reverently, as though you were an exquisite work of art ready to be cherished and adored, your skin burned under his fervent gaze.

Nicholas leaned in again, capturing your lips in another intoxicating kiss, creating a rhythm only the two of you knew as he etched his memory into the canvas of your skin.

His lips ghosted over your neck again, peppering soft kisses down to your collarbone.

"You're beautiful, Y/N," he murmured against your skin as you pulled his shirt off his body, tossing it to the back of the car.

Flipping your bodies, Ruffilo hovered over you, pressing your back into the faux leather seat. Allowing his fingers to graze down your chest, every touch was a reverberation of desire echoing through your chest and spilling into every part of you.

A soft gasp escaped your lips as he left a trail of kisses down your chest, his hand skimming along the waistband of your jeans until he pulled the denim down your legs.

Leaving you only in your underwear, he smiled, absorbing all of you with his eyes before delving his head between your legs in fervour.

You arched up against him as the warmth from his mouth seeped through the fabric, heating your skin underneath. The sensation elicited soft moans from you, each one encouraging him further.

His name echoed rhythmically in the confined space of the car, the sweet sound making him shudder with pleasure.

Your best friend’s hands moved to the sides of your panties, fingertips tracing the elastic band before slowly sliding them down your legs and discarding them onto the back seat. He paused for a while, savouring the view before him like an artist appreciating his masterpiece.

Opting for a slow exploration, he took his time to taste and discover every inch of you. His tongue glided over your most sensitive spot, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout your body.

Your hand found its way back into his hair, tugging slightly harder than before as a wave of ecstasy washed over you. Your moans grew louder, each one turning into a chorus of his name, fueling his desire to take advantage of the fact you were finally his.

Nicholas indulged himself at your core, lost in the taste and texture that was uniquely you. He slid his inked fingers along your core as his tongue pressed against you, before sinking them into your body as you arched with need.

Your body trembled under his touch as he continued to move inside you, the heat and wetness amplifying the pleasure.

A low growl vibrated against your skin as he took in the sight of you writhing beneath him, your eyes tightly shut and lips parted in bliss.

He never faltered, his tongue and fingers working in a perfect rhythm that left you spiralling towards your climax. It was an intimate dance between two lovers, a sweet symphony that echoed through the silent night of newfound devotion.

Gasping his name, your hands gripped his shoulders as your body convulsed under an onslaught of pleasure, rutting into his mouth. With an arm across your pelvis, he tried to hold you down, yet the car shook with your movements, windows steaming up from the heat generated within.

His name was a chant on your lips as wave after wave washed over you, leaving you panting in its aftermath.

Nicholas slowed his movements, helping you ride out the aftershocks before sliding back up to your lips, and swallowing your moans.

"You okay?" he murmured against your lips, his voice a gentle whisper in the quiet car. You nodded, leaning into his warmth and threading your fingers through his hair once again.

"I need you" you murmured softly, your voice shaky with residual pleasure, “I don’t care if it’s too fast. You want me. I want you.”

His eyes widened slightly, but the raw need in your gaze was enough to urge him foward.

He fumbled awkwardly with his jeans in the tight space of the front seat before slipping them off.

His boxers followed suit shortly after, leaving him exposed before you.

You reached out to touch him tentatively, watching as his eyes fluttered shut at the contact. Your hand moved over his desire slowly, exploring him with a delicate curiosity that had his lips parted in pleasure.

Before you could continue he gripped your wrist, holding you still before sitting back and pulling you onto his lap as he caught your lips in another kiss.

Nicholas paused to meet your gaze with a hand on your hip and the other guiding himself to your entrance. His eyes shone with unspoken words, his heart pounding against his ribcage as his face warmed with admiration.

You guided him slowly, gasping as you felt his body fill yours.

Nicholas’ grip tightened on your hip as he moaned into your mouth, a small whimper escaping from his lips that made your heart race even faster, ears heating with excitement.

Nicholas moved with you slowly, languidly pacing that left you begging for more.

“You’re so tight,” he whispered against your neck.

You smiled into his cheek, breathing out a laugh as you let his hands guide your hips in a repetitive motion along his body.

"You're so big," you returned, your voice a soft purr in his ears, sending delicious shivers down to his very core. Each slow, deliberate movement of your hips driving him deeper into you was an exquisite torture, leaving him wishing he had just confessed his feelings years ago.

He had loved you all this time.

Nicholas closed his eyes, succumbing to the raw sensations of your body wrapped around him. His fingers dug into your thighs with need as you moved in sync, the friction causing both of you to moan in erotic harmonies.

It was intoxicating. You were intoxicating. He was intoxicating.

His name escaped your lips again as he held you up, fully pounding into you from beneath.

A gasp tumbled from your lips when he altered his angle, hitting a spot that made lights dance behind your closed eyes. "Nick," you moaned out, pressing your fingers into his shoulders.

Your words were coated with a desperate tone that had him complying without second thoughts. The need to satisfy you, to worship and adore you in every way possible clouded his mind.

“Fuck-” He cursed, and you watched as his brows furrowed in desperation, eyes squeezing shut before he stilled.

Watching him fall apart inside of you as he released left your thighs squeezing together in desire, pushing you to your own orgasm.

He watched you in awe as you came undone with him filling your body, and he held your neck, pulling you against him once again, pressing his lips to yours.

Your wet bodies, sticky and warm from the remnants of your passion, clung together as if they feared separation.

“Y/N,” He said softly, your name mumbled against your lips.

All I ever wanted

All I ever needed is here in my arms

Words are very unnecessary

“I want to be with you forever.”

You nodded, panting into his chest before smiling. Sliding off his body the two of you dressed, relishing in the intimacy shared moments ago.

Nicholas tucked your hair behind your ears, watching you with adoration before leaning down and reaching into the glove box.

With a raised brow you watched him pull out the pastry with a grin, holding it toward you.

“Twinky?”

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venusbyline · 6 months

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Hey guys, I'm Vênus (she/her). This is my new ff blog and requests are already open!

I really like writing dark, smut and/or angst contents for s/o x female readers.

Almost all the characters and artists I'll write for are tagged. Feel free to send me your writing requests on my ask. (ps¹: practically i'll write for all Jacob Elordi and Ryan Gosling's characters, there just wasn't enough space in the tags).

So don't be shy... I'm a member of the "toxic characters stan" too <3

ps²: some characters besides the other characters of Ryan Gosling and Jacob Elordi that I didn't put in the tags but that I can also write for:

Scream: Ethan Landry, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher.

Euphoria: Rue Bennet, Jules Vaughn, Ethan Lewis, Lexi Howard, Chris McKay, Fezco.

Hunger Games: Lucy Gray Baird, Katniss Everdeen, Sejanus Plinth, Johanna Mason, Treech, Clemensia Dovecote, Tigris Snow, Haymitch Abernathy.

MCU: Tom Holland!Peter Parker & Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff.

Daisy Jones & The Six: Eddie Roundtree, Daisy Jones, Camila Dunne.

The Vampire Diaries: Stefan Salvatore, Damon Salvatore, Silas, Rebekah Mikaelson, Katherine Pierce.

Margot Robbie: Barbie, Harley Quinn.

Gossip Girl: Chuck Bass, Nate Archibald, Carter Baizen, Blair Waldorf.

YOU: Love Quinn, Joe Goldberg.

Harry Potter: Cedric Diggory, Hermione Granger, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Sirius Black.

Grey's Anatomy: Jackson Avery, Derek Shepherd, Mark Sloan, Alex Karev.

Outer Banks: Rafe Cameron, JJ Maybank.

Anyway, more characters can be added here over time!

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five-miles-over · 11 months

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Joaquin Phoenix Characters Masterlist

updated 08 November 2023

Multiple Character Headcanons and Listicles

• Joaquin Phoenix Characters as University Students

• Joaquin Phoenix Characters as Cupcakes

• Joaquin Phoenix Characters - Sleepover Headcanons

• If Joaquin Phoenix Characters Went on Dates

• Joaquin Phoenix Characters as Comfort Foods

• Holiday Gift Ideas for Joaquin Phoenix Characters

• Commodus, Abbé, and Joe as Parents

Abbé de Coulmier from Quills

• The World’s a Broken Bone: The Abbé comforts the reader - a nurse at Charenton - when they have a severe migraine.

• Let Me Save You: A crossover with Thomas Sharpe from Crimson Peak

• The Ballad of Mona Lisa: The reader confesses to the Abbé about fantasies that they have been experiencing lately. (Smut)

• Abbé de Coulmier x Light Academia (aesthetic board)

Arthur Fleck from Joker

• Yandere Arthur Fleck Headcanons

• Arthur Fleck and Joker Jealousy Headcanons

• NSFW Headcanons

• Yandere!Arthur and Yandere!Joker Dealing With Rejection in Public

• Joker and Cruella de Ville Crossover Headcanons

• Arthur Fleck x 50s Retrocore

Bruno Weiss from The Immigrant

• Bruno Weiss x Roaring 20s (Aesthetic Board)

Clay Bidwell from Clay Pigeons

• Misery Loves Company: Clay meets the reader at a bar and the two of them have a much-needed break from their troubles.

• Hey Good Lookin’: Clay loves it when his girlfriend sits on his lap and asks him for a kiss (fluff)

Emperor Commodus from Gladiator

• Imagine Teaching Commodus to Slow Dance

• The Courtesan: The reader is a dancer that catches the eye of Emperor Commodus at a party

• ‘Till I Hear You Sing: A song-based fic based on “Til I Hear You Sing” from Love Never Dies

• What I Did For Love: Continuation from ‘Til I Hear You Sing’. A song-fic based on “What I Did for Love” from A Chorus Line

• New Girl: A high school AU of the movie Gladiator. The reader has recently moved to Rome and is now a new student at the Roman Educational Institute

• Paparazzi (Hollywood!Commodus x Reader): Another Gladiator AU in which the reader has a chance encounter in Rome with Commodus, a world-famous actor hounded by paparazzi.

• All Love Can Be: Prince Commodus meets the reader through their fathers working together, and eventually decides to ask for her hand.

• Handsome: The reader gets a little drunk while spending time with Commodus, and turns a bit childish and dorky.

• The Festivals of Saturn: Commodus’s first Saturnalia as a young sixteen-year-old co-emperor.

• Lay All Your Love on Me: Commodus falls unconditionally and irrevocably in love with a confident young woman along the seashores of Lanuvium

• Lose Me In the Sight of You: All you wished for was the blessing of Lady Juno that you would find a good husband, yet little did you know that a certain Emperor has grown passionately and hopelessly obsessed with you. (TW: Yandere)

• Emperor Commodus x Vampire Aesthetic

• Commodus’s Outfits as Chocolates

• Similarities Between Chuck Bass from “Gossip Girl” and Commodus from “Gladiator”

SERIES: ALONE WITH YOU INSIDE MY MIND (COMMODUS X READER) - ON HIATUS

The young prince (and soon to be Emperor of Rome) Commodus falls in love with you, the daughter of a nobleman, and nothing will stand in the way of his obsession.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

SERIES: AFTERMATH (COMMODUS X OC) - ON HIATUS

A sequel to the events of the film Gladiator, in which Emperor Commodus survives the duel with Maximus

• Chapter 1: The Impossible Dream

• Chapter 2: Proud of Your Boy

• Chapter 3: The Point of No Return

• Chapter 4: Look Down

• Chapter 5: Beneath a Moonless Sky

• Chapter 6: These Palace Walls

• Chapter 7: Wait For It

• Chapter 8: Something There

• Chapter 9: Be Prepared

• Chapter 10: Twisted Every Way

• Chapter 11: All I Ask of You

• Chapter 12: History Has Its Eyes on You

Max California from 8 MM

• Max California x Dark Academia

• Max California Proposing to You (Headcanons)

Ray Elwood from Buffalo Soldiers

• Ray Elwood Taking You Out on a Date Would Include...

Willie Gutierrez from The Yards

• Blackout: The reader is Willie Gutierrez’s new neighbor, and the two of them accidentally meet during a power outage

• The Light Blinking at the End of the Tunnel: The reader offers some much-needed comfort to Willie after finding out about his dark past.

#joaquin phoenix #joaquin phoenix characters #arthur fleck #arthur fleck x reader #commodus x reader #emperor commodus #abbe de coulmier #abbe de coulmier x reader #ray elwood #buffalo soldiers #joaquin phoenix fanfiction #joaquin phoenix fic #joaquin phoenix x reader #joaquin phoenix imagines #clay pigeons movie #clay bidwell #arthur fleck imagines #yandere arthur fleck

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viennafantasies · 8 months

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𝜗𝜚- Character's I write for

Outer Banks: jj maybank, rafe cameron, john b routledge

The Vampire Diaries: damon salvatore, stefan salvatore, klaus mikaelson, kai parker, kol mikaelson, elijah mikaelson, jeremy gilbert, enzo st john

Pretty Little Liars: toby cavanaugh, caleb rivers, Jason dilaurentis

Glee: santana lopez & sam evans

Once Upon A Time: killian jones & peter pan

Brooklyn Nine Nine: jake peralta

Gossip Girl: chuck bass & nate archibald (for now)

Riverdale: archie andrews & jughead jones

The Office: luke cooper & jim halpert

Stranger Things: steve harrington & billy hargrove

Cobra Kai: miguel diaz, robbie keene & hawk aka: eli horowitz

The X Files: fox mulder

American Horror Story: tate langdon, kit walker, kyle spencer

Pen15: dustin long, brandt

Outnumbered: jake

Marvel: loki laufeyson, steve rogers, bucky barnes, peter parker

DC: bruce wayne, clark kent, dick grayson, joker

Hunger Games: finnick odair & peter malarky, ps. I haven't done cornelius bc I haven't watched the new movie :)

Harry Potter: ron weasley, draco malfoy, blaise zabini, mattheo riddle, tom riddle, lorenzo berkshire, theodore nott, lucian bole, james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, regulus black

Note: Let me know if you want any poly, my requests will be open by tomorrow. You can request whatever you want but it has to be x reader. I don't mind writing anything but be careful with warnings. I hope you have a great day!! mwah :) ps. tell me if you want fluff, smut or angst. I don't know how to do smut that well but I will try!

cba to do tags

still did it ...

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viranellee · 1 year

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freak out on me

synopsis: your feelings for eddie come to a head.

warnings: slight angst (can you believe i didn't write porn without plot this time, me neither!), light smut, mention of drugs & alcohol

a/n: to the wonderful @atrimmunson!

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In a world, a life and a band full of uncertainty, you knew at least one undeniably true fact about yourself - one-night stands are absolutely not your thing.

On the rare drunken evenings when you did welcome a stranger into your bed, you were quick to find out that the shitty, uncomfortable feeling in the middle of your chest the morning after overpowered any sense of pleasure you might have felt during the night. It varied from guilt to sadness to dissatisfaction to even anger. You weren't exactly sure why it happened, or what it meant, but you didn't let yourself linger on it for too long anyway. Like a good, responsible citizen of society, you decided to simply stay away from what you knew made you feel bad.

Despite your fellow bandmates finding your decision fairly strange at first, you stuck to it with such determination that they couldn't help but get used to your "self-induced celibacy", as Daisy had so affectionately called it one time. Every evening you drank a bit, you did a few lines here and there, and made out with whoever took your fancy. Afterwards, you returned to your hotel room and either practiced a bit on your bass guitar or just climbed into bed immediately.

Was it boring for a rockstar? Definitely. But it was a safe and comforting routine, one which you so unfailingly followed that nobody dared to try and disrupt it.

Well, until this morning.

The first thing you notice when you open your eyes is that the colour of the bedsheets is different from the ones you're used to. The first thing you feel is the soreness between your legs. The first thing you hear is the quiet snoring from someone behind you.

Holy shit, you think to yourself as panic starts to creep in, this isn't real. There's no way this is real.

You allow yourself to realize that, despite your growing anxiety, you feel good in a specific way that you've only felt after having been well fucked. It's a sensation you've only felt once or twice in your entire life and something you had nearly forgotten as you grew accustomed to the sheer mediocrity that was your sex life.

You try to dispel those thoughts from your mind as you turn around, trying to see who the sleeping, apparently good at sex man beside you might possibly be and gasp when you see the mop of light brown hair you've fantasized about running your hands through.

He has his back turned to you, but you recognize him immediately. After all, you've had a massive crush on Eddie since the moment he convinced you to join The Dunne Brothers as a bassist when Chuck left.

As your breathing picks up, you try to recall something, anything about last night. You turn your head around, hoping to see clothing on the floor so you'd at least remember what you were wearing. When your eyes land on your dress, a nude mini, and shoes, a pair of beige stiletto heels, the only memory from last night that manages to emerge is Karen complimenting you and telling you something about how Eddie's been looking at you all night.

After a couple minutes of failing to remember anything else, you sigh and run a hand over your face, deciding it'd be better for you to just wash your face with cold water and choose where to go from there.

You walk towards the bathroom, grabbing Eddie's shirt and half-hazardly putting it on, all the while slightly limping, which you can only guess is the result of your more than satisfactory late-night shenanigans with Eddie. You look down when you step on clothing half-hidden under the bed. In particular, Eddie's blazer.

And it all comes flooding back.

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"Hey, how are you doin'?" Warren greets you good-naturedly from his place on the couch as soon as you enter his incredibly big hotel room, full of people mingling. "Is it just me or do you look sexier than usual?"

Before you can respond, Karen appears and wraps an arm around your waist, eyebrow raised at Warren.

"Back off, Rojas. She's mine." She tells the drummer, who defensively raises his hands in the air.

You laugh at the interaction as Karen turns to look at you.

"Seriously though, you look incredible. That dress is stunning." She tells you, smiling, and you return it.

"Thank you! Almost didn't wear it, but I'm glad you like it."

"Oh, trust me, I'm not the only one." Karen replies, smirking, as she subtly nods her head towards the other end of the room. You turn around and see Eddie, whose eyes widen when your gazes meet. He promptly resumes his conversation with Graham, cheeks slightly flushed.

You look him over, taking note of his dark red velvet blazer that hugs him in just the right places and the unbuttoned white shirt underneath which reveals just the right amount of skin, and you start feeling a little warmer yourself.

"He's been looking at you since you arrived." Karen elaborates, adding fuel to the fire, and you smile to yourself. Ever so perceptive, the keyboardist notices that too, and links her arm with yours, leading you to the drinks table. You can feel Eddie staring at you as you walk away and you have to put in an embarrassing amount of effort just to not trip on your own feet.

When Karen hands you a shot, you drink it immediately, hoping that the taste distracts you from even thinking about Eddie. It doesn't. In fact, it only heightens your senses to the point where all you can focus on is him. You steal glances at him when he isn't looking, silently admiring him until you lose track of time. Various people come up to you, at one point Karen leaves you alone for a bit to go talk to an old friend, and you really, truly don't know if it's been minutes, hours or millennia since this damn party started, but when you look up from your whiskey and see a girl touching Eddie's arm, flirtatiously laughing at something he said, everything snaps back into place. Suddenly, your dress is too short, your heels too uncomfortable, makeup too sticky, hair too tangled, and you feel like you can't breathe. You're drunk and the room is closing in around you.

You're at homecoming again, watching as the homecoming queen leaves with your date. You're at graduation, looking at your boyfriend of two years through teary eyes, as he tells you that he "just isn't feeling it anymore". You're at Warren Rojas's party, loving someone who will never love you back.

You stumble towards the balcony, wiping a lone tear from your cheek. Karen calls out after you, and you really don't want to ignore her like this, but your mouth isn't even capable of forming the words to tell her that you just need some air. You shakily wave a hand towards the direction her voice came from, trying to dismiss her worries, as you step out onto the balcony and feel the cold evening air hit your face.

You inhale sharply, choking on the wave of tears that had threatened to drown you just a second ago, greedily gulping the freezing breeze in hopes that it would kill the poison inside your stomach. Wrapping your naked arms around yourself, you look up towards the starry sky.

"I look like a mess." You mutter to yourself, voice hoarse although you've barely said anything all night.

You hear the sliding doors open and close behind you, and just as you're about to turn around and politely tell the intruder to piss off, a velvet blazer is being wrapped around you.

"Never." A familiar voice responds and your sluggish brain can barely process that the whole reason for your mini-breakdown in the first place is now in the cramped balcony space with you.

"Eddie, what are you doing here?" You question as you slowly turn around to face him.

He looks beautiful, you think for a moment,

but he isn't yours, a second voice berates you a beat later.

Eddie looks at you like you've just asked him what colour the sky was.

"You're upset." He puts it bluntly, eyes frantically looking over every part of your face, as if you being upset and him coming to your rescue correlate to each other whatsoever. As if it's a given.

You blink up at him. He reaches and wipes off a tear that escaped from the corner of your eye. You can feel the calluses on his fingers, the ones only a guitarist could have, the ones you have as well.

"Are you..." He swallows and his nervousness almost makes you smile. "Are you okay?"

You're tempted to lie the way you usually do when you're asked something like that.

"It doesn't matter." You brush his inquiry off instead, looking down at your feet and starting to pull his blazer off your shoulders. "Here's your-"

In the blink of an eye, the sides of your neck are being enveloped by warm hands and your head tilted upwards. Empty eyes meet urgent ones.

"I don't buy that for a second, don't give me that bullshit!" He tells you, desperation laced within anger, helplessness hidden underneath fury. "Don't, don't fucking shut me out again, the way you always do. I'm sick of it."

The air itself hisses back, responding on your behalf with a sudden, unforgiving breeze. Eddie's panting like he's been waiting centuries to say that, while you shiver in his hands.

"Don't act like you give a shit, Roundtree, because I know you don't." You tell him and his mouth opens slightly in surprise. "Don't act like you care."

He's so close to you that your foreheads almost touch.

"Well, I do care. A fucking lot, actually." He fires back and you sigh, closing your eyes.

"Why?" You simply ask, exhausted by the turn the conversation has taken, but you still allow yourself the liberty to bury your head in his chest. You wouldn't have done so normally, but the alcohol in your system makes you braver. He puts his head on top of yours and you feel his heart beating rapidly as he opens his mouth to speak.

"Will you freak out on me if I told you I love you?"

Your head snaps up so fast it’s a miracle your neck doesn’t break. Eddie is looking at you, lips parted and anxiety swimming in his eyes. You open your mouth and close it, like a fish out of water, unable to think, say or do anything at all.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, forget I even said anything, I’m probably drunk.” Eddie apologizes needlessly, shaking his head, interpreting your reaction as rejection and turns to leave.

You grab him by the collar of his shirt, stopping him in his tracks. Before he has the chance to apologize again, which you know he will, you kiss him. His lips are soft, softer than yours, and you suddenly realize that there’s no drug, no food, no man better than this. He stands still for a moment, in shock, but when your hands press against his chest, he grasps the sides of your face, leaning into the kiss.

You don’t know how long you stand there, kissing each other, but when you have to break apart for air, you force yourself to ask him a question instead of continuing to kiss him the way you want to.

“Are you serious? About loving me?”

Eddie smiles at you so brightly that the stars above don’t even hold a candle to him.

“I’ve never been more serious in my life.”

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"You look good wearing my shirt." His sleepy voice behind you compliments and you turn around to face him.

Half of his face is buried in the pillow, but it still makes your heart flutter. He reaches out towards you, opening his hand and closing it and you can only interpret it as him wanting you to come back to bed.

You comply, anxiety gone, and he rolls on his back, letting you lay your head down on his chest. He wraps an arm around your waist and you can feel him kiss your forehead.

"Eddie..." You start, one last question on your mind. "How exactly did we end up here?"

He turns to look at you, fingertips brushing back and forth against your skin.

"Well, uh, Billy almost caught us making out, and I suggested...taking things back to my room." He sums up and you blush at his choice of words. He doesn't seem to be as affected as you, a smug smirk pulling up the corner of his mouth. "You enjoyed yourself. I made sure of that."

You almost scoff at him, but you know he's telling the truth. The evidence is all over your body.

"Really?" You say, on the verge of smiling as you climb into his lap. His hands grab your hips to balance you with such casualness, you almost forget you kissed him for the first time yesterday. "I don't remember much. I was hoping you could refresh my memory."

As soon as the words fall out of your mouth, Eddie's sleepiness vanishes comically fast - in an instant, he's grabbing and kissing you. You thought it'd take a bit longer to convince him, but you aren't complaining at all.

You return the kiss immediately, and you're happy to find out that the feel of his lips is so much better when you're sober. Soon enough you can feel him hardening beneath you. You start taking off your (his) shirt, but he stops you.

"Don't. I want to have you like this." Eddie explains and starts kissing down your neck, rushing like he might die if he isn't touching your skin.

You're about to moan out his name as his hands slip underneath the shirt, gently scraping the skin with short nails, when the door opens.

"Eddie, man, you won't believe who I sa- Holy shit, I'm so sorry, Jesus Christ!"

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WARREN ROJAS: That shit left me scarred for life. Should I have knocked? Yeah, I mean, probably. But man, was it traumatizing. [silence] I'm happy for them, though.

#daisy jones & the six #daisy jones and the six #eddie roundtree #eddie roundtree x reader #karen sirko #warren rojas #graham dunne #billy dunne #daisy jones #djats #djats fic #eddie loving #eddie's a rhythm guitarist in this because i said so!!!!! free him from bass #warren always at the scene of the crime i swear

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ellswritings · 2 months

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Masterlist ;)

*= smut

The Hunger Games

Imagines

Finnick Odair

Wasting All These Tears On You

Peeta Mellark

They Don't Know About Us

Katniss Everdeen

Johanna Mason

Haymitch Abernathy

Cato Hadley

Marvel Sanford

Clove Kent

Coriolanus Snow

Sejanus Plinth

Series

none yet :(

Teen Wolf

Imagines

Scott McCall

Stiles Stilinski

Derek Hale

Jealousy, Jealousy

Peter Hale

Chris Argent

Lydia Martin

Issac Lahey

Allison Argent

Malia Hale/Tate

Liam Dunbar

Kira Yukimara

Series

Lupus Nox- S1 Cast, Prologue, S1 E1, S1 E2,

The Maze Runner

Imagines

Thomas

Newt

Minho

Gally

Aris

Brenda

Sonya

Harriet

Series

none yet :(

Marvel

Imagines

Steve Rogers

Tony Stark

Bucky Barnes

Loki Laufeyson

Natasha Romanoff

Clint Barton

Logan Howlett

Peter Quill

Gamora Ben Titan

Peter Parker

Peter Parker (TASM)

Thor Odinson

Michelle Jones-Watson

Wanda Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff

Series

none yet :(

Once Upon A Time

Imagines

Regina Mills

Emma Swan

Killian Jones

David Nolan/Prince Charming

Peter Pan

Rumplestiltskin

Neal Cassidy/Baelfire

Series

none yet :(

Bridgerton

Imagines

Anthony Bridgerton

How To Be A Heartbreaker

Colin Bridgerton

Benedict Bridgerton

King George

Simon Bassett

Eloise Bridgerton

Series

none yet :(

Harry Potter

Imagines

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Hermoine Granger

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

James Potter

Draco Malfoy

Lucius Malfoy

Tom Riddle

Luna Lovegood

Bellatrix Lestrange

Series

none yet :(

Glee

Imagines

Finn Hudson

Sam Evans

Jesse St. James

Quinn Fabray

Santana Lopez

Brittany S. Pierce

Rachel Berry

Mercedes Jones

Mike Chang

Noah Puckerman

Series

none yet :(

Criminal Minds

Imagines

Aaron Hotchner

Spencer Reid

Derek Morgan

Emily Prentiss

Jennifer Jareau

Matthew Simmons

Luke Alves

Kate Callahan

Series

none yet :(

9-1-1

Imagines

Evan 'Buck" Buckley

Eddie Diaz

Bobby Nash

Athena Grant

Howard 'Chimney' Han

Maddie Buckley

Series

none yet :(

Gossip Girl

Imagines

Chuck Bass

Nate Archibald

Dan Humphrey

Serena Van Der Woodsen

Blair Waldorf

Carter Baizen

Series

none yet :(

Pitch Perfect

Imagines

Jesse Swanson

Beca Mitchell

Chloe Beale

Bumper Allen

Cynthia Rose

Benji Applebaum

Donald Walsh

Fat Amy/Patricia Hobart

Series

none yet :(

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mjolnirswriststrap · 1 year

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You’re The Reason I Smoke pt. 2

Summary: Bucky has never been good with words.

Bucky x Reader

Warnings: angst, light smut 18+, no ones underwear comes off, calm down😭

Masterlist

Tags- @loudwitchdonut @winterslove1917 @grandeuredreamer @ravenromanova @that-girl-named-alex @rainy-day-lady

You can’t help but give way to a sigh of relief as you exit out of the last tabloid of the day. Closing your laptop, you slide it along with your data pad into your bag. You give Pepper, who’s still typing away at her desk, a small wave. She breaks contact from the screen as the elevator doors start closing, yelling “Goodnight YN!”. You giggle to yourself, she’s the only person that works harder than you here. A desk job didn’t seem like much at the beginning, but it somehow leaves you exhausted by 5pm. All you wanted to do was grab dinner from the Chinese place down the street, curl up in bed, and watch Gossip Girl, while you think about your own Chuck Bass.

Bucky had been on the forefront of your mind all day. His name popping up in press releases, his face in every article. Sure, you tend to pay special attention to Bucky because of your crush, but ever since he word vomited that he might be Interested in you back, it’s made your job a thousand times harder. You needed to play this cool, you told yourself as the automatic doors opened to the third floor. You jump back, not expecting Bucky to be standing there, waiting. “Oh Sergeant, you scared me.” You say, grabbing your chest, smiling out of embarrassment. Your mouth opens and then closes, not knowing what to say, yet again. He had this affect on you, like a school girl, all you could do was blush.

You had thought about this moment all day. Every scenario of how this could play out. You knew this was really happening, Bucky liked you back. Six months of dreamily gazing at him behind his back, six months of ritualistic smoking after every interaction with him, six months of letting him get by with literal murder because you’re too nervous to confront him in front of the team. You’re excited for it to be over, even if the next step is even worse on your nerves.

Dating, it was always the worst part of your past relationships. Not because the guys sucked at romance or because there was a lack of dates in the beginning. You hated the awkwardness. The getting to know one another, pretending to be someone you’re not, just to impress the other person. You wanted to be yourself, you wanted someone to know who you really are. To you, spending intimate time together was worth a thousand dates. Talking, being alone so you can let your inner self out, not being afraid to say what you really think. Feeling each other, seeing if your bodies are on the same wave length. Coffee and a kiss on the hand, just wasn’t for you.

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He stood there giving you a pitiful look “sorry..I um” He scrambled for words “I was waiting for you.”. Of course he was, he wanted to see if you reciprocated his feelings, he had also been going over ever scenario. Last night Bucky seemed hopeful, because of your reaction to him. Today, the silence was deafening to his ears, any hope he had was trampled by you not knowing what to say. He tossed and turned in bed last night, thinking of all the things you could say.

Bucky even processed the chance of being fully rejected. But he never expected you to clam up like that. He blamed himself, it was his fault to throwing that on you, not being able to control himself last night. Spilling his best kept secret, all because of the way the street lights danced on your skin while you were pressed against the brick building. It was a moment of weakness for Bucky, and he couldn’t pretend like it didn’t happen. As he stood in front of the elevator, wiping sweaty hands on jeans, he knew he was already in too deep.

Stepping out of the elevator you grip your bag, “I’m sorry for kind of running away on you earlier.” You sheepishly say as you walk to your apartment door. He follows you with his hands in his pockets, deadly silent. “Pepper is a stickler for following Tony’s rules.” You say unlocking your door, standing in the open threshold, not knowing whether or not to invite him inside. “Before you say anything, I just wanted to say, Yes, to whatever you about to ask me.” You say smiling, you’d seen some movies and dated a few guys, so you assumed he was here to finally ask you on a date.

Bucky stands there, eyebrows pressed together, confused was an understatement. “You’re asking me on a date right?” 21st century girls were not his strong suit. Your confidence so refreshing to him. “I don’t want to date you.” Bucky says sure of himself. You’re shocked, your small suspicion that he might regret earlier was confirmed “oh, well then.” You say crossing your arms over your chest. This was not going the way you wanted it to. Embarrassment started taking over your whole body as you still stood in the doorway

Bucky noticed the shift in attitude instantly, he’d messed it up again, and said the wrong words, “I didn’t mean it that way.”. You squint at him, now even more confused than him. “There’s no other way to mean that Bucky,” you say slowly, you start to back up into your apartment, holding onto your door, ready to close it. “, I get what you’re trying to say, thanks for stopping by.” You want this moment to end, you just want to close your door and internally combust, cry, call Wanda, cry more.

You can’t even look at Bucky as you try to close the door in his face. What a dick, you thought to yourself. Before the door fully latches, you feel pressure pushing from the other side “Wait, just let me explain.” You roll your eyes, can this man just give it up. Swinging the door open, you explode “I get it Bucky, you regret last night, you thought you wanted to go on a date with me and now you don’t, it’s not rocket science, if you could leave without trying to mansplain, I’d be very thankful.”

Your chest rises rapidly as you catch your breath, you didn’t feel your voice raising till you were already exasperated. Not only did this man scramble every last brain cell you have, but he also seems to have the audacity. You stood tall, too aggravated to present yourself any other way to him, his eyes meeting yours. It was like a silent battle was happening inside him. He never said a word but his chest was also rapidly rising, like adrenaline was pumping through him too.

Bucky stares into your wild eyes, feeling pressured to fix everything as fast as he could. He just couldn’t find the words. He didn’t want to date you, he just wanted you. He didn’t want to play pretend for a month, he wanted it to be real from the start, all or nothing. Bucky squeezed his flesh hand as tight as he could bare. He knew nothing he’d say would fix it, he had to show you what he meant.

Bucky takes one last look into your eyes before he crosses the threshold. You feel your butt press against the door as Bucky steps closer and closer to you, the smell of his cologne sending you into a daze. Stronger than it had been last night, as if he freshened up before coming here. “If I can’t say it, let me show you.”

Bucky was sure he’d never seen you so quiet, at least earlier in the day, he’d gotten some words out of you. He was so close to being able to fix it, If you let him explain the way he knows how.

He grabs your chin, the feeling of his rough fingers shooting a buzz through your jaw, he takes another step, as if it were even possible, your bodies already pressed tightly together. “Please, just let me show you.” His eyes and mouth begged you, as his body told you what he was about to do.

Your mind raced with blank thoughts, you wanted whatever Bucky wanted to show you. That’s all your brain screamed at you. “Show me”. That was all it took for him to devour your lips, sliding his hands down your body, memorizing every curve. He grasps at the back of your thighs, lifting you to wrap them around his waist. He never takes his lips off of yours as he closes the front door and makes his way to your bedroom.

He lays you down, finally giving your lips rest. He doesn’t skip a beat though, peppering kisses up your jaw, down your neck, between the small amount of cleavage your chemise provided. He reaches to tear off your blazer, then stops himself, “Is this okay?” He says, gently peeling it away from you.

You can’t take your eyes away from his face, the sincerity in his eyes locking you in, “Mhm,” you pull your arms from the light jacket, wrapping them around his neck. “Take all of it off.” You whisper in his ear, taking a quick breath when he pulls away completely. He strips himself of his black cargo pants, flinging his grey t-shirt across the room. Your eyes travel from his face down to the scar on his shoulder, you’ve seen it before, but in this context, it felt personal. Your eyes took him in, first, his torso, tiny bullet holes littered themselves across it. You wondered how bad the damage had to be for his serum dna to not make them noticeable. Your eyes traveled lower, taking in every valley, and imperfection.

You could laugh out loud at yourself, He was far from imperfection. He was a god, his body was chiseled and fine lined by the greatest artist to ever breathe. You were a pauper in comparison. Bucky stood still while you unashamedly checked him out. It’s like he didn’t expect to get this far, him now being the one who doesn’t know what to do. You’ve already started something you can’t stop, you needed Bucky now. Whatever he wanted to show you needed to hurry up. You lay back and kick off your work slacks, lifting yourself to kneel on the bed. You reach out, pressing your fingertips into his chest. “Cmon Sergeant, tell me everything.” You say, batting your eyelashes.

Bucky runs his hands up and down your out stretched arms, pulling you closer to press his lips against yours, “I always liked it when you called me Sergeant, it drives me crazy.” He says, tangling his fingers through your hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck. He drags his teeth across the skin, “It’s like you always knew, using it just to tease me.”.

You pull him on top of you. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you hold his cheeks in your hands, “Maybe I like calling you Sergent, ever think of that?” You smirk at him and he shakes his head no. He stares into your crescent shaped eyes and your smile grows till you both bust out in a laugh. This genuine feeling erupts inside of you, like this is what was meant to be happening. Bucky can’t stop snickering, his face turning red while he holds himself above you. This moment was worth a thousand first dates.

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That’s all she wrote for this one girls. Ive just started a one-sided, hurt, Bucky is a teacher at Xavier’s school, you’re a co-ed.

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we belong together | chp. 2

min yoongi x reader (f)

genre: min twins au; angst; smut; arranged dating themes; fake dating; enemies to lovers; slow burn

rating: mature audiences only (18+)

summary: before college you and your bestfriend yoongi promised your parents if you were to come back home single you would begin dating to marry as a way to get them to back off your love lives. upon coming back however, although you’re both single, yoongi is in love with someone else and unwilling to let them go. unfortunately, you are left to carry out the hapless promise with yoongi’s twin brother and your sworn enemy min yoojin.

warnings: lots of bickering (like an excessive amount); angst; foul language; brief mentions of soobin (txt) again; jimin feature; annoying/irritating parents; flashback scenes; emotional constipation; edited but when i was half asleep so yea lol; no smut here sorry!

word count: 7,8 thousand words

posted: thursday january 19, 2023

previous: part 1 | next: to be announced

There were tints of ash gray prancing around in your head.

Life was dull.

Everything was stripped bare of its hues.

There was nothing but black dotted lines and blank spaces waiting to be colored in. Your velvet fingertips sweeped past the wooden handles of your paint brushes but no matter how hard you tried, there was no strength in you to lift up the paperweight tools. No matter how much you put your mind to it, it was ponderous.

You chucked the lack of mobility in your upper extremities to the carpal tunnel residuals lingering from years prior but why was your universe dwelt behind the bland combination of pale white and dark black all of the sudden?

Surely, it was connected to your rather wild endeavors the night prior. Perhaps, the volume of the booming bass had fucked with your head or maybe your thoughts lingered back to that random man you kissed on the dance floor out of spite for the upside down twin.

Though, spite was a putrid word you had to admit you really enjoyed the way, Yoojin’s eyes glared at you as your lips tangoed against the disposable stranger pressed up on you. His intense glare read you intently—he was absorbed by your being much like a hypnotic spiral. The feeling set a fire ablaze on your skin but your eyes, they kept drifting towards him at the bar and even though you wanted to keep your distance. . No, you needed to keep your distance. You simply didn’t know how to rip your eyes away from him.

Yoojin had this thing about him, sort of flamboyant. . hard to miss, impossible to avoid aura. He filled your void and colored every inch of your life with cool tones. It spread a funny feeling to the pit of your stomach, sent tingles down to your toes, it sent a shiver down your spine yet you were repulsed by him so much.

You brushed away at the canvas vigorously, your mind was blank and you weren’t actually painting anything in particular—just insignificant lines and then some more lines.

Your mind was clouded with shape-less thoughts, just a jumble of mush. Nothing you had the capacity to decipher or untangle at that moment in time. Worse of it all was that the forefront of your mind was occupied by the one face belonging to two different people: one was the personification of your guardian angel sent to you from heaven, the one who wrapped you up in his loving embrace. The other was the treacherous Aeneous, setting earthquakes in his path as he abandoned you.

And still, your heart drew him as the missing piece to your unfinished puzzle but your mind, it knew to hate him. You could trust your mind. It was viable and it knew Min Yoojin was like a fucking fever you couldn’t break.

‘Do you miss. . .’

His lewd words vibrated down the walls of your inner ear. He didn’t get to finish what he intended but you knew exactly what he was hinting at. And you tried. . you tried to brush off the incorrigible thoughts surfacing but no matter how many times you tried to bury them in the back of your mind, they always resurfaced.

The pressing question looped and you found yourself in a mental debate.

Did you miss it?

Did you miss him?

You were over him—you were used to the achromatic path of your everyday life but of course, Yoojin just had to alter the palpitations of your heart with his unwelcomed presence.

Stepping away from the canvas the brush strokes marked the face of the twisted twin, the man you so harshly detested. Your mind still registered its rightful duty. It reminded you that despite what your heart communicated and despite what your treacherous hands created, the two of you were not meant to be.

He was not your Yoojin.

And you were no longer his.

“You do not belong to me,” you shouted at the painting sitting on the eisel, “just fucking leave me alone. You do not belong to me.”

You kicked the eisel down and watched as Yoojin laid on the floor. There was intense rage fueling your thoughts. You wanted to hurt him, you craved to have him hurting as much as you did.

“I fucking hate you,” you uttered through gritted teeth.

“Yoongi’s not here you know,” Yoojin annoyingly shoved a handful of cereal into his mouth. You sat on one of the stools in the kitchen of the Min household. Your best friend Yoongi was supposed to make it home after basketball practice so that you could help him out with an essay but it’s been about thirty minutes since the coach was supposed to let them go and he has yet to make it home.

“I know that, Yoojin,” you squinted your eyes and shook your head.

“So why are you still sitting in our kitchen like a lost puppy?” he asked, still munching on his cereal so fucking irritatingly.

“Yoongi needs help with some school work,” you shrugged, “and I personally do not have it in me to go home right now.”

“The princess has grown in wrangle with her guardians. Such an original story line in our current social standing,” you knew he was joking, yet you couldn’t help how much it stung coming from someone else’s lips.

Your life would always be a constant battle with what you wanted versus what your parents had chosen for your future and there was nothing you could do. Nothing.

“Your life isn’t much more original to mine.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” he snickered.

“Is your major not marked off as business administrations like the rest of us, Mr. Photography is my entire being.”

“That’s just it, Ms. Painting is my life,” Min Yoojin was truly annoying. He was, “I am bringing forth to my parents eyes only what they want to see. They wanna see business administration checked off on my college applications? That is fine with me, but remember that majors can always be changed once we set foot on campus.”

“So you’re lying now?”

“What is lying to a bunch of control freaks?” he took a seat on the stool right beside you. Yoojin, although sharing the same exact face as your best friend, they were so distinct. Yoongi was compliant. . he listened to his parents, much like you. He was content with letting them manage his life, and not letting them in to meet the real him. Yoojin wasn’t so afraid to go head-to-head with them and even though he was aware of the repercussions he wasn’t scared of putting his dreams and passions above all else, “this is our life to live. They let themselves be controlled by their parents but that doesn’t mean we also have to comply. So no, I have no remorse for lying.”

“Hm. What else are you lying about?” You placed your palm under your chin. His entitled banter was exceedingly entertaining and while you knew how snobby an affluent teen sounded complaining of the struggles attached to his rich and fortune, he wasn’t wrong.

All of you deserved your chances at living life. Your own lives.

“They think I’m in debate but I’ve been in the photography club since freshman year,” he explained nonchalantly, “oh, and my internship is in film not for some stupid finance company.”

“You’re bad, Min Yoojin.”

“Don’t tell me you have never gone against what your parents say?” he asked, “last I checked you have enrolled in every art related elective since year nine.”

“And you also stalk me?” you gasped.

“Do not flatter yourself,” Yoojin laughed, it was nice. Soft and peaceful, and it reminded you of the way birds sang in the early morning, “I did community service in the front office last year.”

“You do community service?” you joked.

“It’s mandatory, you jerk.”

“Whatever.”

The massive kitchen was stilled by silence for a couple of seconds and the two of you just sat by each other’s side. Your vision was transfixed out the massive window behind the sink focusing on the vibrant oranges of the evening sky descended on its journey to meet the horizon. He attention was still diverted to the remnants of the sugary breakfast delicacy.

His voice once again filled the void, “do you plan on sticking to your parents’ plans?”

“I have no choice,” your tone was soft—you despised the reminder of the lack of control over your life, “I do not have a twin to hide behind.”

He chuckled, “as selfish as it may be I’m thankful Yoongi serves as the model child in the Min penitentiary. They already expect disappointment from me so there’s not much to be disappointed about.”

“I suppose you’ve been lucky.”

His hickory russet eyes turned a soft caramel under the lasting golden hour. You have spent countless occasions in the company of Min Yoojin, but never have you had to sit this close to him, or had his eyes fixed on you the way they were now, and you certainly never felt yourself sparing so many thoughts at what lingered around in his mind.

It was all foreign but you found yourself welcoming in with open arms.

“You should be a painter,” he shot you a smile as he circled the massive island to place the dirty bowl in the sink, “I can see the way your eyes light up when any one mentions the arts.”

The feeling of his absent body beside you felt lonesome and frigid, you found yourself shivering as a result. It longed to have him take his place back on the seat next to you, even if it was in silence, even if neither of you had anything else to say, but instead you watched as he trotted up the stairs. Leaving you in the past like an afterthought never to be recollected again.

He can see the way my eyes light up when I mention the arts—that was short for: he’s paying you an ounce of thought, he sees you, he knows what you long for.

You wondered if he has noticed the same starkles in your eyes whenever the two of you crossed each other's paths?

Would he grow agitated at the sceneries he’d be exposed to if you ever let him cross through the tiny entrance of your heart?

Is he aware of the strumming ballad that loops within you at the mention of his name?

The feelings you bare were caged with torment—they would not do you any good but unfortunately you couldn’t shut them out. Even if it was unintentional, you wore it in your eyes, you know you did, so why hasn’t he noticed?

Perhaps, he has noticed and he simply can not reciprocate what you feel.

Your mind chose to believe the latter.

These ridiculous vivid dreams of yours had you on the brink of losing your sanity, this was the second one in the last twenty-four hours.

It’s astounding how you had to keep reminding yourself that Yoojin did not finger you against your kitchen counter the night before, you were not working in a portrait of his irritating face right now and you were certainly no longer high schoolers ogling each other behind unspoken words and forbidden confessions of love. He would never have you wrapped around his finger the way he did back then, no longer a blushing mess.

You were an adult now, and you would act as such, and that meant invalidating his existence entirely.

It would be as if he’s not even there.

Except, he would be.

Because your Yoongi will unfortunately be substituted by him, God, you almost forgot about that whole charade. How you wish it was only a depiction of your crudest nightmares.

You threw your velvet duvet over your head and groaned in exasperation—if you would have ever been placed in the worst scenario your life could’ve steered down, this was it.

“Yoongi and I are dating,” you practiced imagining the face of the ominous twin in replacement of your best friend. The amiability behind Yoongi’s sparkling radiance was replaced by darkness. Worse of it, it did not matter how identical Yoongi and Yoojin were because to you they were worlds apart.

The bright morning sun invaded your room as it pierced through the floor to ceiling glass windows. Usually, the view of the city serenades you with peace but today it was no use—you were in your own ordeal.

Walking into the kitchen your nostrils were invaded by a plethora of scents distinctive only to the most delicious of breakfast dishes.

“Yoongi, I thought you were taking care of Jimin this morning,” you rounded the corner only to be met with the distorted double.

“Good morning,” his wicked eyes were casted on you.

“Yoojin?” you remained at your place near the hall leading back to your room, “what are you doing here?”

“Yoongi, asked me to look after you.”

“Yoongi, would never do that to me.”

He chuckled, “I have no ill intentions.”

“Your very existence is an ill intention,” you spat at him. Hurtful words you hoped would give you some sort of satisfaction, they didn’t.

“I do not remember you to be this iniquitous.”

“There are eras you miss about a person, when you pack up and leave from one day to the other,” was he truly unaware of the vicinity of the concoction stirring away in your heart? Heartbreak and vengeance were a fatal mixture.

“Is one of these eras kissing random guys in the club?” He continued scrambling the eggs in the pan.

“Why do you care about Yoojin?”

I don’t. . besides all I’m saying is I left for my own sanity. .”

“Congratulations to you, Yoojin. Did you get to find yourself? I am beaming with happiness at your tales of self discovery.”

He threw the wooden spoon in the sink, the loud clank vibrated through the apartment “you know you don’t have to be such a bit-”

“Finish it,” you yelled, “fucking finish it!”

He walked up to you, completely disregarding the food he had been preparing for you, “you don’t have to be a bitch about it.”

“I’ll be a bitch all I fucking want,” you pushed him off of you, “you hear me? And I’ll be the biggest fucking bitch you’ll ever encounter.”

The doorbell to your apartment chimed while the both of you stood across from each other, fists balled, steaming with anger.

“Shut the fuck up,” you whispered over to him before walking towards the front door. Looking through the peephole, you saw your mother standing on the other side of the door. A string of curses escaped your lips as you realized the gravity of the situation.

Your mom was here, but so was Yoojin who would be pretending to be Yoongi, who would be pretending to date you.

“Fuck,” you tiptoed back towards Yoojin, “it’s my mother, please go hide in my room.”

“Would you look at that? You are mannered after all,” his sarcasm certainly was not appreciated but quarreling any further would only result in him not complying. So, you remained quiet, guiding him in the direction of your bedroom.

“Thank you,” you slammed the door and dashed back to welcome your mother in as she continued annoyingly pressing on the doorbell over and over again.

“Hi, mom,” you opened.

“Hi,” her voice was skeptical and her eyes roamed around the rest of the apartment behind you, “what took you so long to answer?”

“You just woke me up,” you fake yawned.

“No wonder you look a mess,” your mother never paid you a single compliment for as long as you could remember, you were only on the other end of her criticism and spiteful words, “are you gonna let me in?”

You sighed and moved away from your stance which once blocked the entrance to your house. She took a seat on the couch and waited for you to join her on the seat across from her. Your mother was a woman of great poise—possessing perfect posture, intelligible words and a pristine reputation.

As her only daughter, she expected nothing less than perfection of you.

She expected you to mimic her very being, something you truly did not hold an ounce of interest for.

“Have you spoken with Yoongi?” She asked.

“He knows of everything mother,” you replied, “he is the man I will be dating and my best friend after all.”

“That is the precise reason, I am against this entire. . thing,” she wore a sour expression on her face, “best friends should not marry each other.”

“You also believe marriage doesn't stem from love but the size of someone’s wallet,” though, it is true that your mom stood under the same scale of hatred you held for Yoojin, you always tried to hold a level of respect for her.

Though, sometimes it felt impossible.

“Watch your mouth,” she threatened, “your father may be buying all of this but I am certain you only pulled this stunt to escape your marriage to Choi Soobin.”

“You sold me off like cattle,” you stood, now pacing back and forth behind the couch, “you didn’t even consult me about it.”

“I don’t have to consult you about anything.” You scoffed but she continued, “you simply do as you are told.”

“That might have worked when I was a teenager in highschool,” you crouched down, placing your elbows on the backrest of the couch—your eyes now leveled to hers, “but if there’s one thing I will have control over is who I get to spend the rest of my life with.”

“We’ll see about that,” your mother was a woman of her word and although you knew technically she was right, you would not marry Yoongi. It was now within your full intent to marry as you please—you would not give her the satisfaction.

“This is not a debate mother,” the sternness in your voice remained, “I am telling you I will not marry to your choosing.”

“And I said, we will see about that.”

“Good morning,” the irritating voice announced itself, cutting through the heated atmosphere you and your mom had created, “I couldn’t help but come and greet you once I heard your voice.”

“Yoongi,” even the way she said his name was distasteful. . However you were preoccupied with the concern of whether she would actually buy the twin switch.

“I hope you’re doing well. It’s been quite some time since we last spoke,” Yoojin was proficient in adopting his brother’ vocabulary, in dropping the slight slugness of his real voice and picking up the pace in his words, his mannerisms resembled those of your bestfriends perfectly too. It was a bit odd.

If you didn’t know any better, you would say this was Yoongi right in front of you.

“I could be better.” She responded barely above a whisper—almost disregarding who the question derived from. For someone who considered herself to be of the highest societal rank she possessed a great deal of disrespect.

“He’s also doing well mom. Thank you for bothering enough to ask,” you hissed.

“I’ll concern myself with asking as soon as I see you walking down the aisle with him. When I am sure you are not doing this out og rebellion,” she stood grabbing her bag and walking slowly towards the entrance in her perfectly ironed skirt suit, “and clean up the place, would you? Your father and I do not pay your rent for you to be trashing the place.”

“Dad’s name is on the lease. Not yours.”

“What’s your father’s is mine and vice versa,” she turned back and patted your check with her palm softly. Clearly not looking to cause any harm but to fuel you with anger instead.

You walked right behind and waited for her to cross the threshold before slamming the door right behind her. You placed your hands on your knees, gasping for air. She was so agitating, it literally consumed every last bit of your energy every time you engaged in conversation with her.

Sometimes you wondered what cruel affairs you had been acquainted with in your past life to ever be condemned with a mother like her.

“I thought I told you to stay in the room.”

“Things just seemed much more interesting out here though,” he walked over to the kitchen island and stuffed his mouth with whatever he had prepared.

“I’m glad my afflictions are amusing to you.”

“Not amusing. . just less boring than all the white furniture you had me staring at in your room,” he hurled himself on the couch, now using his elbows to prop himself up, “how are you a painter and your apartment is lacking so much color.”

“I’m not a painter.”

“Still lying to yourself claiming it’s a hobby?”

You shrugged, “It is.”

“No, you’re just letting them win.”

“Yoojin, I am physically and mentally tired. There is no more fight in me and I wanna be alone, please finish whatever it is that you have to do and get the fuck out of my apartment,” you waved him off, walking back in the direction of your room.

“Hey,” he called out—you turned around, “I promise I didn't mean to cause a scene with you this morning.”

“Your promises mean nothing here.” you hollered back.

The afternoon strolled in a haste and Yoojin had managed to leave your apartment shortly after you kicked him out.

After cleaning the mess he left behind in the kitchen, you showered quickly and plopped back into bed—your energy had been absorbed by the two most irritable people in your life and frankly you had no energy to engage in anything else at the moment.

You just wanted to lay in bed in the dark and be consumed by your thoughts.

But as soon as your closed your eyes the incessant ringing of your phone blared through the otherwise quiet room.

It was Jimin.

“Jiminie!”

“Baby!” He matched your squealing tone, “How are you?”

“I’m . .” You paused, “exhausted.”

“Me too. I just finished my shift—and I saw Yoojin come in all pissed this afternoon.”

“And why do you assume it’s related to me?”

“He came in cursing your name. I’m pretty sure he put a hex on you at some point.”

“That little bitch.”

Jimin sighed, “So, what happened?”

“He was just at my house when I woke up—” you sounded just as baffled as did that very morning when you found him in your kitchen, “like he owned the fucking place.”

“Yoongi asked him to follow you up and make sure you made it in ok,” Jimin confessed, “while he took me home.”

“I would have much rather slept on the sidewalk.”

“You hate him that much?”

“Hate is not a strong enough word to describe what I feel towards Min Yoojin.”

“Should I give him a beating?”

Jimin’s protectiveness lurked dear to your heart. He was a dulcet person and his friendship was your most exorbitant and treasured possession.

“It happened long ago, Jimbles. You do not have to fight him.” You chuckled.

“I was just making sure,” he giggled on the other side of the line, “can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“What did he do?”

“Well today he spoke the truth and I just didn’t like it. .” There was hesitancy in your voice. It’s not that you didn’t trust Jimin, it’s just that no one really knew what went down between you and Yoojin besides the two of you. Not even Yoongi, “But we also have a bit of a tension filled past.”

Jimin continued speaking but his voice became muffled, your thoughts drifted elsewhere.

Still lying to yourself claiming it’s a hobby?

Against the venom you spewed his way his words had never vacated your thoughts. Matter of fact he never left once and even tonight you found yourself entranced by his articulation.

Still lying to yourself claiming it’s a hobby?

You had heard those exact words before.

“You’re still here?” He opened the door to Yoongi’s room abrasively allowing the hallway light to seep into the unlit room while you laid in your best friend’s bed.

“Yoongi said he was coming shortly,” your eyes remained on the ceiling, Yoongi had adorned the previously empty space with dozens of glow in the dark stars, “but then again that was like. . 20 minutes ago.”

“Lies,” he laid down next to you, “something tells me you’re still avoiding going back home.”

“And you are absolutely right.”

“Do you ever stand up to them?”

You looked over to him but his eyes remained on the vague luminary stickers up above.

“I do not believe that to be an option for me.”

“Why is that?”

“They—” you huffed, “I don’t even know.”

“Tell me.”

“They just make me feel so trapped. It’s like I’m drowning in a glass of water and although they see it and have the power to ease my sorrow. . They chose to opt out of helping and just continue to pour water in.”

There was a momentary silence until Yoojin finally spoke up, “Is that not just more reason to speak up?”

“They fund my entire life Yoojin. I cannot defy them.”

“Financial ties. . That’s always a strain.”

“I mean I would run away. . but who the fuck is going to hire an eighteen year high-school drop out who just couldn’t hold off a couple months to make it to graduation.”

“I suppose you’re right,” his tone was that of defeat, because although he was intransigent

—there was not a boulder large enough for him to hide behind, “I have only been able to hide behind Yoongi’s compliant nature for limited situations.”

“It’s like micromanagement gets them off or something.”

He burst out a thunderous laugh, “It really does, doesn’t it?”

“It does.” you smiled.

Yoojin and Yoongi were twins and while you were absolutely aware they shared even their own distinctive features—somehow the boy before you wore them differently. His smile was brighter, his eyes were richer in their brown hue, his cheeks were dusted with a glowing pink.

And you were drawn to all of it. You were drawn to him.

You wish you could yell it out on the highest of mountain tops, unfortunately, cowardice kept you immobilized at the slope and you were never able to reach its peak.

You would never be able to confess.

“You hang with my brother a lot. .”

“That’s a wise observation. Yoongi is my best friend, he’s my other half. You know that.”

“Yeah. .” he drifted off, “I’m actually trying to steer this in a different direction.”

“Steer away, Yoojin.”

His gaze landed on you, your eyes finally met for the very first time that day. For a moment, the sham stars on the ceiling became blinking lights like those rejoicing in the night, sprawled out through the dark sky just outside the window. Their light source became enough to spotlight the two of you.

He was glowing like never before.

“He’s just so determined on keeping his distance from girls. . I was just wondering if you held the same ideas about boys.”

“If I’m as celibate and hoeless as Yoongi?”

Yoojin nodded. He was serious.

“I’m not really sure how to answer that.”

“Truthfully.”

“I don’t hold the same ideas as Yoongi.”

“So you. .?”

“Are you asking if I’m a virgin?”

“I guess. .”

You were aware summer was nearing but none of that justified how hot the room became in such a short amount of time.

“We’re 19, Yoojin,” you said, “I haven’t been a virgin for months now.”

“I haven’t been one for a while either.” You asked for no elaboration, just hummed along to acknowledge his response, “but I also wanted to ask.”

“Yes?”

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Why do you ask?” Realistically speaking you didn’t care about his 10-page interview questions regarding your personal life. You just enjoyed the way he became shy even though he initiated the conversation. It was cute.

“You know. .”

“Is this how you normally flirt?”

“No,” he protests, “I’m not flirting.”

“Hmm,” you began, “so you haven’t been staring at my lips for the past ten minutes either?”

His eyes blew to the size of pool balls and while you were patiently trying to get this out of him, you also realized that a tiny push wouldn’t do—you needed to dive right in.

“For what it’s worth I did want to kiss you.”

“Really?”

“Yes, but you aren’t flirting with me remember so you must not want to kiss me.”

“Don’t do me like that.”

“I didn’t do anything. Those were your words not mine.”

“You’re cruel.”

You chortled and grabbed your jacket from where you previously hung it on the backrest of Yoongi’s computer chair. Your lips met his soft cheek leaving the trace of a timid peck.

“Tell Yoongi I got tired of waiting, will you?”

“I will,” He waved you off with one hand while the other remained on the cheek you kissed.

The park near the town square was empty today. As gloomy as the day was, all you could replay back in your head were all the happy memories you had lived through on a swing set very similar to this one when you were just a little girl.

Back then, you felt invincible. Like you could take on anything and come out victorious on the other side.

What would your eight year old self say today? Painted by cowardice you allowed your parents to drag you along your life like a rag doll, you let your life long crush trump your heart like dirt and now resented him for it.

You were a joke. A sad fucking joke.

The usual tint of azure in the sky was a light gray, but it hasn’t rained yet.

“Funny seeing you here,” Yoojin swept in, taking a seat on the swing right next to you.

“I arranged this meeting, remember?”

“How about you let us live in the moment,” he began swinging his feet back and forth, creating a bit of momentum. This was typical Yoojin behavior, deflecting, making jokes out of a serious situation, and being immature.

None of it was new to you.

“I summoned you out here as an attempt to have a serious conversation,” God knows you were trying, real hard. “Can you manage that?”

“I’m not five years old, you know.”

“You act like it.”

He heaved, “what is it that you want?”

“The annual end of spring Min party is in a few days—”

“I know.”

You shut your eyes as a remedy for patience which you needed to channel every ounce of. “We need to. .” you muttered, “get things together.”

“You and Yoongi have been best friends since forever. There’s no room to fabricate much.”

“But we do need to get certain details straight.”

“Analyze away.”

You weren’t looking at him, your eyes were set on the multitude of birds utilizing the fountain nearby.

“We’ll tell them you and I became closer during this past summer. I know they think they’re giving us freedom but between my father and the Min’s they have practically already planned our wedding,” you cleared your throat, “well Yoongi and I that is.”

“Got it,” Yoojin nodded, “so pretend they haven’t been setting up this whole thing. Cool. What about your mom?”

“What about her?”

“After this yesterday morning. How do we convince her?”

“There’s no convincing her really but we cannot falter in our plans or she will schedule more Soobin dates.”

“I thought that was stamped as strictly platonic?”

“Since when have our parents cared about our opinions?”

“I suggest running away,” his joke had a bitter aftertaste which resided in the back of your throat.

“I know you’re good at that,” the words left your mouth, before you even processed them.

“Right.”

“Actually Houdini,” the mood shifted and although it was within your full intentions to maintain some sort of peace between the two of you moving forward, sometimes you just couldn’t help it, “after you disappeared, Yoongi and I scattered under your parents’ instructions to find you. They knew of your love for Thailand and Los Angeles so we went there for a couple of days but we obviously did not find you.”

“You searched for me?”

“We searched for you,” you corrected, “but after we came back our parents’ scrutiny became harsher and they began meddling in our personal life a lot more than they would.”

“All because I left. .”

It wasn’t really a question but you answered anyway by nodding your head, “I guess your parents were scared of losing Yoongi as well and even on the sidelines mine grew weary that I would do the same.”

He didn’t say anything—just continued staring off into the distance. Yoojin’s expression remained blank and again you despised how little he expressed through his emotion.

“Are you going to be ok seeing your parents after so long?”

“I’ll be fine. .”

“I suppose fine is okay but we have to be perfect.”

“We’ll be better than perfect.”

His lack of words was haunting and only accentuated the dismal afternoon. Right then you noticed the darkened tone the clouds had now adopted. If it didn’t seem like rain was on the forecast before, it most definitely was now.

You shivered a bit as a swift breeze sweeped by. In the back of your mind, you knew your walk back to your apartment as overdue but

“What if we have to kiss in front of them?”

“What of it?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“If we’re dating I can’t necessarily shove you away, Yoojin.”

“I know. .” he murmured, “it’s just. This is super significant to you. I just wanted to make sure.”

“Not all of us run wild with your privilege at freedom. I’m doing what I can to satisfy my needs for now.”

“Satisfy your needs,” he licked his rose tinted lips.

You rolled your eyes, “Be fucking mature.”

“You made it too easy.”

Yoojin’s humor still tickled at your sides, and although you wanted to utter as much as a giggle, all your mind could muster up derived from every thing that happened that night all of those years ago.

You were aware you were being a bit resentful but your pain is irrefutable and there was nothing he could do to change the past or make you forget.

You would always resent him for it.

“Do you really have to walk around with your camera around your neck at all times?”

“You never know when something beautiful might turn up. I gotta be ready for anything.”

“You’re such a photographer,” you scoffed.

The trees were a deep emerald, it matched the color of Yoojin’s shirt. You hadn’t really noticed before. It was within your full intent to keep your eyes away from him—anything to stop your mind from behaving as recklessly as your heart. Out of sight, out of mind, right?

“Says the one who walked around school with overalls splattered with paint all over.”

“I’ve grown from that. You’re twenty-five looking exactly the same as you did all those years back.”

“Exactly the same?”

“That’s what I said.”

He laughed airily, almost snorting in the process. It was cute—NO. No it wasn’t.

“So I look exactly the same as the boy you couldn’t resist back in senior year?”

You hated him so much.

“The only difference is he was a better person.”

“I’ve changed, you know.”

“If you have to announce that you’ve changed then it makes it a little impossible to believe.”

“You haven’t even given me a chance.”

“That’s a little hard to do when my welcome was you butt ass naked in Yoongi’s kitchen, when you act one way around others and the complete opposite around me,” you spewed without caution, “you have not changed Yoojin. We are both here for a reason. Can we please not fuck it up for Yoongi?”

“Of course.”

On the day of your eighteenth birthday when the little hand on the clock struck twelve, you developed a tunnel vision with your own means of finding an apartment in order to reap some sort of freedom.

And eventually you sort of did.

Because while your apartment is far from your parents’ estate it simply wasn’t far enough and impromptu visits from your mom, like the one from this morning weren’t completely uncommon.

You supposed it was freedom on a limited time offer—but some was better than none at all.

Living in your parents’ house you often had to hide; of course they were aware of what they often referred to as your ‘less than ideal’ hobbies. Your life at their house was your own personal hell, a living nightmare and day-by-day you bore the grating corners of your soul. They disposed of your art tools, made calls to unregister you from art classes, they even destroyed your paintings with little regard to your hard work. Truly, they marked the worst years of your life.

Thankfully, you were able to make a clean escape, setting up your own art studio was the first step towards healing. You were able to work freely and display your work without a care in the world.

This was your haven; the only place where you were cocooned with warmth and safety.

So profoundly safe.

Sitting on the stool you stared at the blank canvas on the eisel, while an abundance of ideas streamed in your mind nothing was clear enough to portray. Your thoughts were jumbled into one like scribbles on a blank page all circling the one name you told yourself no longer resided within you.

The embellished walls of your makeshift exhibit were beaming as your paintings were hung on them with black frames. Every single one pinpointed a memorable time in your life—ranging from the beach you visited with the Mins’ every summer; the gardens in your family home you often used to escape to after school; the skate park Yoojin used to drag you and Yoongi to on Sunday afternoons; among other scenic places you were able to capture in your past.

It was a bittersweet stroll down memory lane.

That was typically your art style, capturing the landscapes that graced your vision.

There was your one attempt at a portrait up on the farthest wall from you. The brush strokes on his face featured the ample curves of his ethereal face, his hair sat on his head so perfectly as it usually did. Although, he was the real inspiration you had presented that exact painting as a gift to your very own best friend.

It was Yoongi to everyone else but it was Yoojin to you and it would only ever be Yoojin.

“I’m so glad you answered my texts,” Yoojin opened the passenger door to his car and stood aside waiting for you to go in but you stood beside him instead.

“Your power of persuasion has always been excessive. .” While you were couped up in the house, pulsed to the ends of earth by your own mind, reflection and existence Min Yoojin was the last person you intended on having an outing with.

“I didn’t hold a weapon to your head,” he argued, his eyebrows furrowed at the extent of your accusation, “you could have said no.”

“Get dressed. I'm picking you up in an hour,” you recited the text word for word from your phone, “doesn’t really supply much room for decision making.”

“Will you just get in the car please?”

“I do not take orders from you, Yoojin.”

“Oh, come on,” he leaned in closer to you as his lips shadowed over the shell of your ear. You felt as if you were out at sea, floating aimlessly as the tide dragged you farther and farther away. “That was one of the many things you loved about me.”

You elbowed his side, he grunted at the blow to his ribs, “I think you forget that your charms are dormant with me. Your spark has dimmed out.”

“My spark is everlasting.”

“Well, it died the moment you walked away,” you deadpanned.

“Just please get in the car,” he tried once more, he was exasperated by your banter but it only fueled your desire to see him crumble.

You scoffed, “Only because you said please.”

The minute you sat down your nostrils were invaded by the dominant fragrance of cedarwood and cypress inundating his car. A scent which was only unique to Min Yoojin, it tainted every inch of his skin; like the various paints which marked their territory on your canvas’. Just as that painting of him which wreaked havoc in your own heaven. It was intoxicating, invasive. . and just as alluring as you remembered.

If you could pinch your nose to block the smell you would.

“I hope you don’t plan to be lulled by your phone the entire time,” he closed the car door behind him before starting the engine.

“I hope you don’t think this is an open invitation for interminable conversations,” you rolled your eyes, still scrolling aimlessly through countless apps.

“I never took you for holding grudges.”

“I never took you for someone who would just believe he would be so easily forgiven,” a deep rancor rooted deep within you.

His knuckles hugged the steering wheel just a bit tighter, “I’m trying to make amends.”

“Fuck making amends, Yoojin. You’re exhausting.”

“And you’re not?” His tone blared within the small space of the vehicle. There was no serenity in your futile wanders across the deep blue sea. The foreboding clouds neared and raucous rumbles roared loudly—the streaks of thunder snapped the sky into pieces. You were astounded but he continued, “fuck I’m trying. You see that I’m trying. Don’t you?”

“Trying does nothing for me,” you yelled back.

He sighed, “I suppose we only tolerate each other today. . For Yoongi, as you say.”

The remaining car ride was soundless— the silence was increasingly deafening, causing your ears to ring continuously. It simulated the same insipid screams of lightning.

Still, you remained weightless in the buoyancy of the water.

You knew you weren’t a victim, you continued landing jabs at him. Out of pettiness, spite, vengeance. . whatever it was you dismantled him and you proceeded being drifted off by the soundless waves. The shore was no longer in your line of vision. Yoojin was mangled, though. You could read it in his features, with protruding pouty bottom lip, watery eyes and the indented wrinkles marking his forehead. Even when you found it in your heart to feel the slightest taint of remorse, you still remembered that he broke you first.

“What are we doing here?” The car pulled up to the Min boutique owned by Yoojin and Yoongi’s mother herself.

“You know how particular my mother can be about her ridiculous parties. She forwarded Yoongi the dress code set out for the both of you,” he explained, “and I figured it would be more bearable if the two of us endured this together.”

“So this is our first public outing. . Together?”

“Together.”

“You could have warned me.”

He leaned back on the leather seat, “I would but you’re so difficult to communicate with sometimes.”

“I could say the same about you.”

His eyes became ignited behind inextinguible flames and you could see your very own reflection burning away into ashes. It wasn’t always within your intention to rile him up continuously but it came so naturally to you.

“Can we just get through the afternoon?”

“I can definitely pretend.”

After handing his car keys to the valet, you and Yoojin walked into the Mins’ Boutique with your balmy palms clasped together, and your slender fingers intertwined.

Mindy, the store clerk greeted the two of you, “I organized the private fitting room with all your favorites and all the pieces in accord with your mother’s preferred dress code.”

“Thank you, Mindy,” the two of you followed the store clerk as she led the way up the glass stairs, away from all of the store attendees on the first floor, “you are too good to us.”

She was a short woman in her mid-forties who had been employed at the Min boutique for many years before you even knew Yoongi. She was graceful and often treated you and the twins as her very own children when you came in to visit.

Mindy was also someone your parents’ could not buy into your life—she too resided within the pumping walls of your heart.

“How are you doing?” She pushed open the clear doubled doors revealing the massive dressing room. The lights seemed bright and in the farthest wall there were two seperate rooms hidden behind dark green curtains. In the middle of the room there was a coffee table containing a champagne bottle in a metal chiller bucket, two glasses half way full and a silver platter with a handful of finger sandwiches, “I hear there’s romance sparking between you two.”

“Oh, yes,” Yoojin released you from his tight grip and traveled deeper into the private room, “we began seeing each other this past summer.”

“I always thought you would end up with one of those love birds,” she patted your shoulder lightly, you chuckled lightly in response, “just I always thought it would be Yoojin.” she whispered for only you to hear.

“He’s gone, Mindy,” in a way even though Yoojin was right there just a few feet in front of you, it was as if he wasn’t here at all.

“He’ll be back my darling,” her smile was soft; comforting, “If you guys need anything please be sure to let me know.”

“We will. Thank you Mindy,” she vowed and exited the room before leaving you and Yoojin alone.

“What was Mindy talking about?”

You took a sip of the bubbly liquor, “There was no specific topic.”

“But the two of you were glaring at me.”

“Noone was glaring at you.” We were discussing our intertwined destinies—she thinks you and I belong together. “You are so self centered, Yoojin.”

“Self centered?”

“That’s what I said.”

He threw his hands up in defeat, “Let’s just get to the clothes. Shall we?”

He signaled you towards the dressing room while picking up his phone disregarding your existence entirely, and the remainder of the time at the Min Boutique ticked away quickly as you rushed through the countless outfits laid out for you.

One after the other, Your temples glistened with sweat as you rushed into the fifth and last outfit—the one you perceived closer to your own personal style. It’s a white spaghetti strap mid-thigh dress with a ruffle hemline.

Trying it on felt like a breath of fresh air compared to everything you’d discarded previously. It hugged your body in all the right places, accentuating every single curve.

“Weren’t you supposed to come out and show me some of the clothes?”

“No, I don’t think I was supposed to do anything,” After changing back into your own clothes you walked out from behind the curtain with the dress in your hand.

He walked up behind you—those fucking butterflies erupted at your stomach once again, “lucky for you I like surprises.”

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Rush¹: Concert (smut-mature) ft Kim Taehyung x Reader

(do not interact if you are underage)

pairing: non-idol!Taehyung x (female) reader

summary: just a short porn

rating: 18+

genre/warnings: smut, immature ejaculation, desperate oc, dirty talk, unprotected sex (always use protection!)

word count: 1.6K (1.599 to be exact)

masterlist | part1 rush: concert | part2 rush: club | part3 rush: bed

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“Fuck, fuck, fuck! What do you understand when I say be quick!” You screamed at the top of your lungs backstage at Taehyung’s concert. He lazily laughed at your tugging and cockily walked as you dragged him by the hand. “Oh I swEAr I will lose my mind!” You yelled at him again while pushing Jimin from the way. “Pick somewhere else, fairy boy.” Poor Jimin looked at you startled.

“Don’t tire my best bass player, Y/N!” Namjoon scolded you as you chucked Taehyung into one of the dressing rooms.

“Kiss my ass, Joonie.” You yelled back and slammed the door in their face. Meanwhile, Taehyung was suckling on the same lollipop stick he had before getting on stage. You pulled the white stick out of his mouth aggressively as he raised one of his brows.

“If you wanted something to suckle on, I can glad you give you something.” You breathed out to his mouth. Your dirty suggestion made Taehyung dizzier more than he was on stage, his adrenaline was kicking now.

“Dirty w-” He didn’t give himself enough time to finish his sentence and smashed his lips with yours. He didn’t care if you could breathe, you didn’t care if your teeth grazed on his lean lips more aggressively than they should. Your mind had one mission and that was fucking him.

“Taehyung…” You mewled as you stumbled him into to door you both just entered. Taehyung’s back hit the wooden door with a low thud as your mouth disconnected.

Your lips latched on the closest thing next, his chin. You kissed his chin down to his jawline. He was sweaty, more than you would ever be comfortable with, but your mind was on the loose.

“Fucking fuck,” You groaned and bit his chin, then licked it, then kissed it. Your one hand went through his hair and grabbed what you could reach. Your other hand went down to his leather trousers. “I will fucking lose my mind, ugh.” You cried out when your hands could open his belt, touch him enough.

Taehyung wanted to help; he really did. But he was intoxicated, too high on your presence. Don’t get him wrong, he was sober now, but your desperate need for him made him lose his voice. “Y/N…” He similarly cried out- he wanted, nah, he planned about this moment while he was on stage. He planned how he would use your neediness to tease and play with you.

“You are so needy, baby. Who got your panties on fire?” He growled when you sucked on his bottom lip and pulled it down. Taehyung felt your fingers burn through his skin, he memorised how desperately they clung to him. He also felt your tits pushing against him, your weak knees…

You didn’t answer him. Instead, you pulled him back to a long passionate kiss that somehow led both of you to the uncomfortable old armchair. Tongue was always the spotlight of the kiss, but Taehyung was surprised how much of your tongue was involved this time. You weren’t just taking what he gave, you were inside his mouth, your hands holding his face to get inside of him.

When you pushed Taehyung down to sit, Taehyung knew that he wasn’t going to do anything he planned earlier. You took your seat on his lap, facing his heated face. You wanted to tease Taehyung about his red cheeks, but those buttery lips needed more kissing. As you dominated another kiss, your hips started humping him.

“Y/N, you are…” Taehyung laughed. You aimed for his neck this time, sucking beautiful red roses on his skin. You tasted his sweat once again, and it fucking made you hungry for more. It was impossible not to moan so Taehyung let a couple of low moans out of his mouth. He was quick to gear you up. You didn’t lose any time taking Taehyung’s clothes off. No there was no time for that.

When your hands gripped Taehyung’s belt again, Taehyung hissed. “No foreplay, babygirl?” Your hips humping his thigh, your hands gripping his cock, your lips glued to his neck, your smell in his nose, your whimpers in his ear… Taehyung was in an absolute delight. He felt so full of himself.

But his teasing voice paid him a bunch when you got your hands inside his pants. “Mhmhm,” You moaned into Taehyung’s ear as if touching his dick was the drug that pumped in your blood to calm you down.

“Is that what you want, baby?” Taehyung threw his head back as squeezed his base. His wolfish smirk was on his face. You bit his earlobe, “I want-” You were cut off when Taehyung couldn’t help but leak a bunch into his underwear.

It was your sign to sink on him now. As you planned, you were wearing the sluttiest outfit ever with the easiest access for him. Taehyung looked at you questioningly as you threw your legs to the sides of him and hover over your crotch. The realisation hit him the second you rubbed his cock to your wet folds. A simultaneous moan left your mouths, followed by a string of curse from Taehyung. “You fucking slut, you fuck me under your skirt, huh?”

Taehyung’s slap on your ass reminded you that he also had arms and hands.

“Yeah, baby.” You egged him. “I am so hungry for your cock, Taehyung!” You cried while rubbing yourself on his shaft.

Taehyung squeezed where he slapped. He was going to cum now and he wasn’t even in you. “Ahh, so good, baby.” You squealed as his hand secured you on your waist.

If he could touch your little clit, Taehyung could have some time to adjust- “Oh, Taehyuungg.” You groaned loudly as you impaled yourself in one go.

Taehyung’s hands immediately tried to push you, but you were overpowering him so easily. “Such a good cock for me.” Despite your screams of his name just before, your voice was quiet now.

“You are so needy for me.” Taehyung repeated again, wishing so hard for it to be true. “You can’t live without me.” He added as you nodded and milked his dick with all power you had.

“Taehyung, ahh, so big, baby.” You screamed again as you bounced fully. “So thick for me, ah, I can’t take it all.” Taehyung’s head bumped everywhere inside you. Taehyung never needed to do that. He was wide enough to punch through every sweet spot you had. “Tae, Tae, Tae, baby.” You rhythmically moaned as you bounced on his cock.

Your warm body on top of him was divine. Your wet cunt wrapped around his dick was an impossible feeling. Taehyung suddenly sniffed as if he was going to cry. You looked at his red face with closed eyes. His face screamed at the arrival of his orgasm.

“Are you gonna cum for me, huh?” You asked him slightly slowing down. As soon as you slowed your hard bounces on him, a string of pain struck your pussy. You unconsciously squeezed him. Taehyung’s eyes shot open, and his beautiful brown irises found yours apologetically.

“Ughh, oh, baby, Y/N…” Taehyung let a beautiful groan right in front of your face as he helplessly released his warm load into you. “Tae…” You complained sweetly as you brushed his hair back, but one string of hair kept coming over his face and peppered his face with soft wet kisses. He continued to release after he came down from his high, and his thighs quivered.

“Y/N.” He breathlessly said your name. “You are an incubus.” He was certain that you had superpowers.

“You said that when we first fucked years ago, baby…” You sweetly answered him. Just then, his long cock twitched again and gave you more of his warm seed. Taehyung remembered 18-year-old Y/N at the back of his car, breathing quickly just like now. You laughed loudly, there was no bite in your voice, but just pure confidence to have this effect on him. Taehyung knew there was no reason to deny the truth.

“You…” Taehyung opened his mouth, but he couldn’t finish his sentence. He just buried his face into your neck.

“Aren’t you going to finish me like all of your sentences?” You bite him back this time. Taehyung knew this would come.

“You should’ve given me some break, you cock-hungry slut.” He finally had the power to grasp your neck.

“So, it is my fault that you came so early…” you twirled your hips, lewd squeaky noise filled the heated room.

“... and so much…” You felt incredibly bloated, but gravity got the best of it and let Taehyung spill out of you.

“Shh, give me some time.” For Taehyung, exhaustion was kicking in now.

“Hmm, okay then.” You brushed his bangs out of his face. You placed a wet kiss on his lips, and Taehyung couldn’t return the kiss again. He was totally spent with red bruised lips.

“I should go to other guys then.” You faked getting up– you would never let his dick but teasing him felt so good.

“I am sure Jungkook can go many rounds back-to-back.” Taehyung irked. “Or Namjoon, right? Or I could go to Yoongi to have him eat me out…” You kept twirling your hips to get Taehyung riled up. And it worked.

Taehyung pulled your ear down to his mouth, “Then why did you jumped on me the second I got off the stage, baby? Mhmm?” His sinful voice was getting you.

“Get on your knees.” His eyes locked on you but hugged his face tighter into your chest.

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> next: part2 rush: club

masterlist | part1 rush: concert | part2 rush: club | part3 rush: bed recommendation: i’m mad & you’re mine |

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