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gotta get better at talking to people
#or rather. get used to the idea that not being good at talking to people isnt the end of the world#and u still gotta talk to people đđ#used to be that my heart was hammering whole time i had to talk to someone#<- this is like. inclusive of needing to ask questions from shop employees -_-#now i just get a bit sweaty and most of the freaking out was working up to talking#small steps......#anyways went to the skate shop and asked abt getting a board as a beginner#id wanted to try like. 7.75â cos the 8 felt big#he was like. yea that might just be becos ur not used to it yet#cooked..........#actually recommended to go up for beginners#mate. my feet are NOT that big#basically i should practice a bit maybe before getting a new board?? đđ#or getting a new board and itd need to be 8 also#idk like we DO have a board at home#but i have absolutely no frame of reference for how good it is????#it was like. generic brand from kmart or something đ#im still gonna do an ollie and film it btw dont worry. and ill still get a board at some point LMAO#maybe after i do the ollie. as a reward andndhxbfnf
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interesting that all of the cavia are animals from earth
#thought of this when brainstorming tennotober ideas while i take a little break from drawing#well i had meant to draw tonight but i got lazy and lost track of time lmao#just gonna outright skip day 9 and hopefully get working on either day 10 or 11 as soon as i can#anyways uh yeah weird that albrecht only chose animals from earth to throw into the void#i kinda doubt that was intentional by DE but makes me wonder if there could be a significance there#he disappeared at like the height of the orokin empire so animals from venus or wherever must have also been available#i mean the guy was on deimos ffs it would've been easier to grab some desert skates from mars lmao#i mean the idea was that he wanted the animals to be significant for the void to take greater interest#but i would think that some super rare animals from other planets would be more interesting than from the origin planet of all life#maybe something to do with his or wally's interest in 1999 earth#or maybe earth in general#idk#is this anything#warframe#rambling#imagine if one of the cavia was like a bolarola or something lol#imagine a talking desert skate#actually no don't imagine that#that's just disturbing#what am i doing all the way down here oh god
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gonna keep it shmoovin man
#just me hi#i have a piece i was working on last night that i realized after i didn't have my computer could actually be Much more accurate to my ideaa#but that means i gotta scrap some stuff. sigh áŽ.áŽ#also i couldn't get around to readin my thing yesterday cuz my focus was shot for some reason lmao <//3#i would open the thing and then just start. driiiifting away kfshvg#//anyway idk what happened but why have i started to miss Gs at the end of my words Lmfhvaf#i already do that in real life we don't needa do that here too kfshvh#'asz wu' 'm sayin man !!' <- my engrish :3#i do like it though i think it's fun :> but my typingggg not you too kfsvhg#//anywho i've got a $1.75 thing i'm workin on :D#it's gonna hopefully be the third part to those last two i did for that thing#which goes adoration -> devotion -> guess hfh :3#i'm normal abt these guys. [places them in a lunchbox and throws it into the river to watch the bubbles] yea :)#//anyway Wednesday#not the best of the week days i will not lie#like you're stuck between the beginning and the end and it's just got that undecided feeling to it ykno what i mean pfshv#//also LMAO i've been calling feet/foot 'peets/poot' bc i think it's goofy and i don't like the F sound#and i got leo into saying it and he was talkin to somebody and had to explain what it was Lmfhjshfg#my infec- influence is spreading. influence. that's what i said#my woerds: peet. poot. tomach. shnoze. ham. heed. fingaa. ect ect#//ouhhh my collarbone keeps making these snappy noises when i pull my shoulders back#it's only occasional but holy shizz it's loud sometimes. like 'when we're in church i think you can hear it 4 pews back' loud khgsfjhfvjg#//ANYWAY i was mentioning wednesday earlier cuz it's not the best of days on the week (we know this) but i wanna go skating </3#'why isn't wednesday good for that' because it's the middle of the week. [gesturing]#i can't explain it but things need to happen on- Oo i like this songgggkkggg- either weekends or the other 4 days of the weekday#wednesday is for appointments you really don't want. i'm sorry but it's a filler day <//3#which means no happenings on a wednesday. it's illegal. that's right. Illegal#even thursday is iffy man. tuesday? tuesday is your last-chance stop. perhaps i do have thoughts about silly things Kfhvsjhgsf#nobody tell leo he's tryna get me for having a weird brain. the sentence is 5000 years of i-told-you đ Lmaooo#//OKAY i think i'm outta tags tho lemme say ciao here loll :3 toodles tooooodles !!! <3
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iâm so frustrated with peopleâs lack of common sense about wildlife. if youâre interacting with wildlife, youâre not having your disney princess moment. youâre not forming a magical bond. thatâs a wild animal who is potentially terrified; maybe itâs curious if itâs young enough, but that just means you should minimise interactions as much as possible to make sure that animal lives a normal life. if your kid comes in holding a wild animal, donât pick up your fucking phone to videotape it. bring the animal back outside and educate your kid to leave animals alone. you know what happens when you take in wildlife as a âpetâ? either you keep it and do damage because even though itâs âtameâ itâs a wild animal who is in no way meant to live in that setting unless itâs being kept by a trained and licensed rehabber who knows the housing and feeding requirements (and even then iâve seen some who are keeping animals irresponsibility), or it ends up at a wildlife rehab when you inevitably harm it enough that you donât know what to do, or when no vets see you, or when the animal becomes too aggressive for you to handle. and then we either figure out how to rehabilitate an animal whose temperament and/or body you have massively damaged or we euthanise it because the damage is too extensive. start treating wildlife like wild animals rather than a dog or cat. theyâre not pets, theyâre not domesticated, leave them alone and let them live happy lives as theyâre supposed to.
#saw a video of someoneâs kid bringing in a baby raccoon and holding it to her chest. what the FUCK are you thinking#âitâs mine now itâs my petâ and everyone in the comments is going âyou heard her thatâs her pet nowâ. fuck all the way off#not only does that harm the animal but that makes it very possible for animals to spread diseases to you or your actual pets#not to mention parasites and fleas#there was one the other day of someone getting a rabbit out of a skate park which is good thanks for helping it. but then the person spent#another 5 or 10 minutes interacting with it and petting it. thatâs not a pet store bunny thatâs a wild animal and itâs absolutely terrified#im not saying learn body language and temperament and shit for a bunch of different animals im saying have some common sense and leave#wildlife alone. look but donât touch. if an animal looks to be in distress then contact a local wildlife rehab or any rehab at all and ask#for advice. if thereâs a rehab near you then see if you can bring the animal in#if you try to do that shit yourself you can do irreparable damage#itâs all fun and games and âoh im keeping it as a petâ until the animal is malformed and has broken bones and infected wounds or is so#aggressive that itâs taking chunks out of people with no warning#âthis wild animal andomly attacked someone for no reason!â you see how itâs overweight? people have probably been feeding it and when that#person didnât have food it jumped on them#someoneâs gonna do this shit with a âsick bird they plan to nurse back to healthâ and get fucking bird flu#im just tired i havenât been working with wildlife for a year and am going to study wildlife and work with them for the rest of my life for#this shit to keep happening. i know it will but im just tired of seeing it over and over again#my post#yâall can rb if you want im just pissed and on my soapbox
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Pros of today: got a lot done house improvement-wise, and thus got a good workout in :)
Cons of today: my pecs are already sore I can't imagine how they'll feel in the morning LMAO. And like. All of both my knees are going to bruise. But such is life đȘ°
#zipmode talks#note to self buy a pair of work knee pads... ive got dance knee pads but theyre very nice and i dont want to mess them up#wait actually. i might have some old kneepads for roller skating somewhere. that could totally work in the meantime LOL#by the way this projecting is heading its looking like im gonna be doing most of it which i dont mind at all. i get to learn how to use-#a side grinder đđ not as sexy as it sounds. unless youre into power tools which you totally could be i wont judge
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#toy txt post#NO PRESSURE I GUESS#HI#im gonna try to learn to juggle. mom said to get some floaty scarves first#i also. need to get stilts. and like. knee and elbow pads ig?? and then i think i have a couple youtube vids saved#how to get up and down on them and then the guy also has like. a line between 2 trees it looks like? to hang onto which seems like.#a decent idea to start lol#im hoping my ancient bike helmet will work but maybe i should get a new one? its also not technically a bicycle helmet its like#a skate helmet. im not sure if the differences are just aesthetic or what but i just like they looked better lol#anyway if u want to see me dressed as a lil clowny guy i think my new and improved jester costume is still in my top posts?
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#the day was going so well until my mom decided to be mean to me for no reason in a piblic space where i was already feeling scared and over#stimulated. i wanted to try out the skateboards in decathlon but there were too many people and i got scared. and my mom suddenly said that#the skateboard that she was going to buy for me after/on my birthday. she had decided to buy now. since we were alr in theshop and i said no#way bec i hadnt decided which one i wanted yet and i was soo panicked. and then after some time when id calmed down a bit and was gonna try#to skate anyways she started questioning me abt when i planned on peacticing and where i was gonna do it and i obviously just started saying#things that i thought she would approve of. and then she told me i didnt have the time management skills or resolve to make it work. and she#just kept on passive aggressively bullying me until i just couldnt do it anymore and i told her i wanted go leave the store bc she was#spoiling the mood. and then she started bullying me louder and she told me to stop blaming her bc she was only asking me a question and she#didn't want to waste any more money on things that i wasnt gonna do even though ive wanted a skateboard for years now and have been actively#asking her for months. and i just lost my emergy and my appetite and i wanted to leave the mall and go home but insteaf she gook us to a#bagel place that ive been trying to get her to take us even though i felt like throwing up before we even left the mall and i told her i#didnt want to go there. and my brother even told her that she was ruining things for everyone. and he still ended up blaming me in the end.#but whatever. i kept getting flashbacks to insanely traumatic moments where shed yelled at or bullied me or cornered me or tried to#embarass me in public. and this is most likely my last year at home. and my last year of childhood. and its all going to be remembered in my#brain as underwhelming and depressing and mostly horrible. and im going to leave home and never cone back and my last year at home is going#to be just as shitty as every other year and ill just have to deal with that and try to build something good and new and kind when i leave#she shouldnt speak to her own children like this. she shouldnt be looking for reasons to make things miserable for me all the time like this#i should study. my head hurts. my entire body hurts so bad#delete later
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Something about taking a walk in the sun and then coming home to make a big breakfast with the windows open that makes a bitch want to quit her job on the spot
#I just wanna go skate around and get a tan#I just wanna skate all the time now#then go see the sunset and moon and waves#who needs a job idc anymore#gonna go to Cali and be a bum who lives on the beach#Iâve seen some of them they look like theyâre doing better than me anyway#đ€đ»#update : Iâm at work đ#wrote this hours ago and I wish I was still that person#now Iâm around insufferable humans#lifting shit half my weight#and doing everyone elseâs job#idk why I still work here stupid bitch go branch out#someday hopefully soon
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we skipped class and slept in and we're feeling immensely better
#gonna get up#make some food#do thé interview and then knock out some work!!!#also i am thinking of em :>#we went ice skating together and i pulled them around it was so much fun i miss them#FIFTEEN DAYS!#milo.txt
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đ©âĄđȘ crazy that there are infinities inside me for real.//.
#imjustsittinghere#my friend texted me from berlin right now just like#he said all the outfits hes seen so far are crazy and that id love it there#he said its montreal if montreal was serious lol#literally how i was like maybe ill move tomontreal or berlin like. if that isnt serendipitous#gonna make my way there one day i swear#maybe ill actually make a plan for next year#think i might try to spend some time in malta maybe meet up with some friends in berlin? would be kind of cool for like a week or something#spend a month in malta if i can maybe?#ideally if i could get someone to sublet my room in toronto that would be perfect so i wouldnt waste all my rent money#but if i hold onto my job i can bring my laptop there and work a couple shifts so its not like a complete write off u know?#maybe next fall...thatd be the fun time to go i think anyway n gives me a lot of time to save up#if i can stop myself from spending money on clothes i could fr do it lol#jus gotta focus on making my own#n i just got a brand new dope ass hoodie so im satiated for now#extremly jealous tho my friends are in berlin rn and going to paris for a couple days#going montreal at least tho next weekend with some other friends n going skiing n probably to a cool skate bar#at least thats hype <3#on my evil villain arc which really just means im trying to be less scared and follow my dreams a little#hope it works : )#really do love the whole my boss said i look like a villain thing tho im latching onto that heavy#kind of been playing with this creative space/idea of embracing the lil demon imp that lives in me so it just seems very timely and fitting#jsut really identifying with the word imp idk more on that later
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glitter & crimson
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7
âMarry.â
âWhat?â
âMarry. Heâs hot, Iâm not gonna kill him.â
âEddie, weâre not playing FMK; youâre supposed to be telling me his name.â
âOh. ThatâsâŠ. Joe Jonas.â
ââŠheâs literally from Hawkins. And heâs holding a hockey stick.â
âNobody from Hawkins is that hot, man, no way.â
~~~
Gareth posts the clip to his personal TikTok. Before he can get around to reposting it on Corroded Coffinâs band account, it has more than 100k views. Things only spiral from there, because once the band shares it, the video goes more viral and ends up on the screens of the right people.
chiblkhwks: harrington94 is social media challenged, but weâre going to make sure he sees this. Will keep you posted.
The comment is immediately overshadowed by a busy day of PR. A photoshoot to an interview to a radio show to the green room at the Fillmore in Boston, before an intimate pre-album release show for members of their fan club. Eddie has completely forgotten about the video entirely, but Garethâs phone pings with a text notification.
âA response has been issued!â He declares to the room, still grinning down at the screen of his phone.
The rest of the band shares a collectively confused look, all seeming pleased to find theyâre not alone in whatever theyâve missed.
âWhat?â Jeff asks for the group.
In lieu of an explanation, Gareth just flips the phone in his hand around to show a TikTok, stitched with the clip theyâd made earlier that morning.
~~~
âMarry. Heâs hot, Iâm not gonna kill him.â
#Stitch
âIs⊠is that supposed to be a compliment?â Steve asks, making a pinched face as he laces up his skates.
âYou watched the whole video. He compared you to Joe Jonas.â The girl behind the camera responds, but he levels her with an unimpressed look. She doesnât respond, and after a beat, he sighs.
âYeah, alright, I guess Joe Jonas is hot. Iâll take the compliment.â He huffs, standing to his feet and moving from the bench heâd been suiting up on toward the ice. The girl follows him, gliding toward the net once they're in the rink, never falling out of pace with him.
âDo you know who it is talking in the video?â She presses, and Steve looks unimpressed again.
âYou mean the other hot guy?â He asks with a grin, then nods. âThat was Eddie. Iâm surprised you donât know him, the Party listens to Corroded Coffin all the time.â
The video loops back to the stitched clip from Garethâs initial TikTok then. Everyone in the room processes what just unfolded.
âThe Party? Did⊠did Steve Harrington just make a reference to DnD? Or is that some sports thing I dont understand?â Jeff asks.
Freak raises his hand, indicating heâs next to speak. âNot only that, but his nerdy DnD friends listen to us all the time?â
âDid King Steve call Joe Jonas hot?â Eddie asks, visibly still trying to connect the wires in his brain that fried at Steveâs agreement. âDid he call me hot?â
All three turn toward Eddie, whose face is still reflecting the long form math equation his brain is trying to work out, and Jeff sighs.
âWell, boys. I think weâve officially lost him.â He says, bowing his head. Freak and Gareth join him solemnly, making Eddie huff and cross his arms over his chest.
âYouâre all so dramatic.â
âGee, I wonder who encouraged us to be this way,â Freak exaggerates through a grin, before shoving a guitar into Eddieâs chest, just in time for Paige to open the door and summon them.
âWe can have a meltdown over Harrington after the gig,â Gareth promises with a pat to Eddieâs back as everyone moves around him, exiting the green room and heading for the stage.
~~~
Riding his post-show high, Eddie makes a bold move in the CC band TikTok, commenting under the video Steve had stitched.
corrodedcoff!n: weâll be in chicago 1/26 if harrington94 and âthe partyâ are free đ«
He only gets about 20 minutes of peace before Gareth is jumping around, proclaiming himself the greatest wingman in history.
âItâs an offer for free concert tickets made over social media, and he hasnât even answered, Gare Bear.â Eddie tries to get him to relax, but he, too, is eager to see how the other reacts to the offer.
He wakes up the next morning to the answer heâd been waiting on, and his stomach flips as he reads it over.
harrington94: only if you guys come to the home game 1/27 đ
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Steve doesnât even bat an eye when Max shoves her way into the locker room, b-lining straight for him.
âCan I help you?â He asks without looking up, unhooking the padding from his calf and letting it drop to the ground in front of his locker.
âAre you using TikTok to publicly flirt with Eddie Munson?â She asks, voice quieter than heâd typically expect from her, but he just scoffs.
âIâm just being friendly! Youâre the one who started this in the first place! What, you didnât expect me to log on and check if theyâd responded?â He asks in response, freeing his foot from the skate, before placing a cover over the blade and letting the boot drop into the lower shelf beside his locker.
âIâm just confused because youâve been super weird about coming out, and now youâre out here hitting on a rockstar all over social media, thatâs all.â Max says, and Steve freezes for a moment.
âDo youâŠâ he trails off, before closing his eyes and rubbing a thumb into his temple. âYou really think I just accidentally came out?â
âYou called Joe Jonas and Eddie Munson hot, encouraged this rockstar to come to your game when heâs in town and also accepted tickets to see him perform, Steve.â Max was monotone, and held her hands up defensively when he groaned. âIâm not starting anything, Iâm just saying that this could get blown out of proportion now.â
They discuss a little further, deciding neither of them will publicly acknowledge anything thatâs been posted to the account for now, until they actually come up with a plan.
Once heâs in his car heading home, Steve calls Robin.
âDingus,â she greets, as always, and he lets out a grumble. âUh oh. What happened?â
âI think I accidentally came out on the internet, and itâs Eddie Munsonâs fault.â Heâs met with several seconds of silence as he starts his car on the path to him and Robinâs shared apartment.
âEddie, the drug dealer from high school?â Robin eventually asks, confused, and Steve groans again.
âYeah. He uh, also is in a band?â He supplies, and Robinâs quiet for a moment as she processes. Then, he hears the tapping of a keyboard. âWhat are you doing?â
âLooking Eddie up, obviously.â Steve can practically see her eye roll, even though theyâre not FaceTiming. âYouâre nothing if not consistent, I guess. Doe-eyed curly brunet.â
Steve scoffs. âYou say as though youâre not the one currently waking up beside Nance every morning.â
Heâs met again by a short silence, before Robin lets out a little puff of air, in a small laugh. âThank you again for being so cool about that, by the way.â She says, before he hears clicking on her end. âApparently, Eddie is out as bi. Corroded Coffin does a charity show for the Trevor Project every year, and heâs been to a lot of Pride events.â
Steveâs stomach twists with each new bit of information she provides, because a part of him wants to be that out, wants to be like Robin or apparently Eddie, freely sharing that part of themselves with the world and having no one give a shit. But thatâs not how it works on so many levels for Steve. Beside the shit heâd have to deal with on the ice from certain other players, he had no idea how it would impact the team overall. Thereâs no way to gauge how fans would react, when thereâs never been an openly gay player in the NHL. And that didn't even begin to touch on how his parents would react.
âHey,â Robin breaks him out of his spiral and he realizes heâs been chewing a hole into his cheek. âI can hear how loud youâre thinking right now. Do you need me to come home?â She asks, gently, and he sighs.
âPlease.â He mumbles after a long pause, and is grateful when he hears the jingle of car keys from the other end of the phone.
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Robin scrolls through article after article once she gets to their place, pulling Steve onto the sofa with her and laying his head in her lap. Her fingers twist through his hair, doing her best to keep him calm as she reads up on the situation playing out to try and help gauge how big of a hole heâs dug himself this time.
âI donât think thereâs really anyone who thinks you were flirting with him. Not seriously, at least.â She tries to assure him, but heâd already seen the twitter posts to contradict that before she came over. He sighs and rolls onto his back, so heâs looking up at her, and shrugs.
âI kind of donât think thereâs any avoiding it, at this point.â He mumbles. âIâm not⊠Iâm not ready to come out, not like this. Not on this scale. I think the only thing I can do is carry on and hope it doesnât get turned into any bigger of a deal.â
Robin hums down at him, and continues to brush his hair back out of his eyes. âOkay. So you donât come out yet. But donât overcompensate for it, okay?â He scrunches his face up at her, and she types something into her phone before turning it back into his face. He immediately pales, met with a photo of him out with Heidi last year. With a black eye on full display, he looks miserable behind a fake smile.
âLow blow,â he grumbles, pushing himself away from Robin to sit up beside her, and she raises her eyebrow at him, still holding the photo pointed in his direction.
ââMaybe they wonât notice or ask why my literal teammate punched me in the face at practice if I take a fucking supermodel out to dinner.ââ Robinâs imitation is a little too good, a sure sign of too much time spent together.
âHey, it worked, didnât it!â He asks, taking the phone off of her and closing out of the image before locking it. He drops it back into her lap with a sigh. âI just donât know how many times I can keep getting away with hiding it.â
âWell, it helps that Billy got traded out to LA. He would be insufferable about this, and would absolutely make everything 10 times worse.â Robin muses.
Steve sighs and hesitates for a moment before dropping his head back into her lap, curling into her. âI just want it to be on my terms, when Iâm ready.â
âWeâll figure it out, and itâll all be okay, no matter what. Okay?â She assures quietly, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek.
His phone dings with a new notification; Max texted him a screenshot from TikTok.
corrodedcoff!n: youâve got yourself a deal đ€đ»
#hockey player!steve#rockstar!eddie#Eddie Munson#Steve Harrington#Steddie#should I keep going?#lmk if anyone is interested in part 2#anti billy hargrove#hockey au#Steddie hockey au#Steddie rockstar au#starkidmunson writes#glitter & crimson
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finally got my hands on a rainbow high doll lol
#SHE HAS ICE SKATE HEELS. DO YOU KNOW HOW INNOVATIVE THAT SHIT IS#i really looked up her name like. uhh. shes the purple girl..OH VIOLET#shes gonna get some major hair work done and shes obviously not complete she was like $3 at goodwill#but these dolls. theyre soo pretty. the eyes and eyelashes just DO IT#the colors tooooooo#as a side note i wish it were easier to get like. even just generic doll stands#i dont want to pay for a matching stand i just need a bunch of really basic wire ones like they have for the porcelain dolls#i wouldnât necessarily wear this look but i adooooore the sleeveless turtleneck at the same time
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okay, my plotting
#just me hi#'my plotting' i'm thinking of my independent to dos outloud bfsvh#anyWho so i've got those two revenges i've gotta finish.. and then there was one big one i wanted to do..#and then uhhh.. i Do need to get around to watching that tutorial on synfig lol#13 minute video is Nothing to me but ohhh man is it SoDaunting hhfbshh#well let me not say daunting i think i am thinking of a grueling hour-long tutorial when it's really 13 min long and i really wanna learn#this thing so hhhhhmm :^#i gotta respond to my messages..#mm i also have- oh i've gotta eat at some point let's not forget that lmao :3#gotta go through my askbox..#n really clean up my email... i love cleaning up my email :>#finish that story i was reading...#explode 4000 times bc i vaguely thought of something neat...#i think i should get into woodcarving...#no wait that's not a to-do.. maybe organize my clothes box. she is Not lookin good hhfbhsfhv#i hate doing that though so fingers crossed that ever gets done lmao#/mm yea i think i'm gonna finish up this attack rn ehe :3#there is something so nice abt already having something you like working on ready when you wake up. hellooo drawing hfbsh#okay on my way now :) gotta clean my things up#//ouh i Need to go skating at some point this month....... so bad#//okay i'm going Now hgfbshv ; toodles :3
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Hot Wheels [M] Pairing: Kim Mingyu x Fem!Reader Tags: 15.9k, 90's AU, Co-Workers to Lovers, Fluff, Humor, Smut 18+ Collab: Now That's 90's Summary: There has been something brewing between you and your part-time co-worker (full-time hottie), Kim Mingyu. Endlessly flirting on the clock at Wheelies, making out in the back of the movie theater, rolling around in the sand with a mighty good man...no other 90's dreamboat could ever compare. Warnings: SMUT 18+, MINORS DNI!! mxf (consensual) sex, fingering, low-key breast play, making out (in public), hickey talk, Mingyu is hung (obvs), he's also portrayed as 'taller' than the mc in interactions, mild to moderate language use, gyu's roomies are sloshed at the end (unrelated to smut or main characters), that should cover all the bases...
Fridays at the roller rink are always busy but this is the first official skate-night of Summer Time â99 and itâs like opening day all over again. The schools let out just a few hours ago, releasing hoards of teenagers with pent-up energy loose on your small town and there is a line out the door waiting to get into Wheelies to jump-start their next few months of freedom.
Thankfully, the owners prepared and bought a whole new stock of skates so when you inevitably have to help out at the rental counter youâll have enough to go around without having to argue with some sixteen-year-old about not having their size.
For now, youâre on the floor making sure everything is running smoothly, gliding around in circles with your hands in your pockets. Itâs not too packed just yet even though you can see the steady stream of kids filtering through the doors after hitting the ticket booth. Mothers are packing up their little ones knowing itâs time to head out before it picks up pace and the exchange in skaters coming on and off the floor keeps things pretty even for a short while.Â
As you pass by the DJ booth for the hundredth time this evening, Vernon pauses to make a goofy face at you while he sets up his equipment. Heâs probably the one person who enjoys the summer nights the most because he gets to put on light shows and mix tracks to his heartâs content.Â
After letting the floor empty a bit more, you come to a stop in front of him for a quick break, crossing your arms and resting them over the top of his carpeted booth.Â
âYou gonna play something special for me tonight, Nonnie?â
He rolls his eyes but grins all the same. âYou ask me that every night.â
Laying your head on your arms, you look up at him with a pout, âAnd yet, no romantic song dedications to your favorite Wheelies girl,â you pick your head up and bat your eyes at him, âIâm starting to think you want to break up with me.â
âI promise if I want to end our made-up relationship, Iâll tell you like a real man. Besides,â Vernon laughs and tilts his chin up, looking at something behind you, âI think youâve been seeing other people. Hotter Wheels if you catch my drift.â
âHeh, I think he hates that name,â you turn, catching sight of Mingyu ducking into the locker rooms to change out and stow his bag, most likely coming straight from hockey practice. Vernon is back to messing with things when you turn, humming, âLets be real. I only like boys who donât like me, Nonnie, thatâs why youâre the one.â
âWhat if heâs like you and only goes for girls who donât want him?â
At that you laugh, preparing to depart as the floor begins to steadily fill again. âWell then, heâll be lonely forever because I am pretty sure everyone wants him.â
âIncluding you?â
Very stealthily, you flip him the bird.
Vernon just laughs it off and gets back to work as you skate away, toying with the whistle tied around your neck. You can tell heâs about to get started with his new set when the lights dim and the carpeted walls and floors outside of the polished skate floor start to glow. The little whirls and shapes coming to life with a neon purple hue.
You catch the line piling up at the rental booth but thankfully, it looks like they called in a few extra hands tonight to help there and in concessions which means you get to stay on the floor. Rentals isnât the worst, that would be birthday party hosting, but you also hate concessions so you donât put up a fuss when youâre asked to help with skates or in the front on the rare occasion one of the sweet old ladies manning the ticket windows is out.
As more people start piling onto the floor you slow your pace and skate backward for a few feet to check out your surroundings and find teenagers everywhere, loud and wildly unaware of their surroundings. They arenât too awful this early in the night but youâre sure youâll have to escort someone off the floor before closing time.
Youâll enjoy your leisurely pace for now and it seems Wonwoo is keen to do the same on the opposite side of the crowd. He weaves in and out of skaters bobbing his head to the music. His glasses are sitting lower on his nose than usual and youâre sure heâs broken them againâŠor his little brother did and heâs waiting for their exact replacement to come in so he can switch them out without his brother noticing and feeling any more guilty.Â
Heâs only eight but Wonwoo is his very best friend. They come in on Saturdays together, one of Wonwooâs only days off, and he teaches his brother to skate for an hour or so before he lets him loose in the arcade and they leave with matching ice cream cones in hand. They even have matching shaggy hairstyles. Itâs adorable.
In truth, youâre fond of many of your co-workers but Wonwoo is definitely in your top three for that reason alone. You get along really well with any easy-going personality, it's the same with Vernon. They are both just nice, quiet guys and the exact opposite of the giant shadow hanging over your left shoulder.Â
Although, you suppose you get along just fine with him as well.
âQuit checking Wonwoo out, youâre breaking my heart.â
Even before he opened his mouth, the distinct cologne he always wore told you Mingyu was finally on the floor, ready to chase you around for the rest of the night like it was his full-time job. He spent more time trying to charm your pants off than doing what he was actually hired to do but he is so damn charming that he somehow gets away with it.
Besides, this is just a part-time gig for him. Might as well enjoy himself while heâs at it.
When you donât answer right away, he decides to show off his stupidly impressive hockey maneuvers and he swings around in front of you, casually skating backward without bothering to look behind him. Heâs big enough that people canât miss him and they tend to move out of his path pretty quickly. Now that he sees your face, heâs smirking because you donât even have it in you to hide your smile tonight. âOh, thatâs pretty,â he coos, âMy heartâs healing already.â
You grab his arm to pull his hand away from his chest and he spins around to skate at your side, eyes briefly scanning the floor until theyâre back on you.Â
âI wasnât checking him out but believe me⊠youâre going to be absolutely devastated when Vernon finally admits heâs in love with me. Game over, buddy.â
Mingyu looks wholly unconvinced. âWell, heâs had long enough and youâre going to fall in love with me by the end of the week soâŠâ he pinches his lips together like heâs just delivered the real, honest, awkward truth and youâre battling butterflies in your stomach.Â
âEnd of the week, huh? Are we sure?â
He gets distracted by an increase in volume but for only a moment because Wonwoo is already on it and the quick, sharp sound of his whistle means Mingyuâs full attention is on you again. âThatâs what I have circled on my calendar,â he shrugs, âNothing we can do about it now but let it happen.â
Mingyuâs sense of humor and playful nature are the literal nails in your coffin. You can handle hot with no personalityâŠthis one is hot with an overabundance of personality.
You look up at him, probably grinning ear to ear, âBet you have little hearts doodled all over it with a hot pink gel pen, donât ya, Hot Wheels?â
He grumbles something under his breath and it makes you snicker. Wonwoo started that one and it seemed to spread throughout the building like wildfire. Now, even the ticket ladies call him Hot Wheels though youâre sure they mean it quite literally whereas Wonwoo was actually just busting Mingyuâs balls about a particularly embarrassing tumble he took.
âPurple gel pen, actually,â he turns and pouts as you both bank around the curve again, âLost my pink one.â
âCould always steal another one from your little sister.â
At that, he scoffs, the corner of his lips pulled up into a half-smile, âShe threw a Barbie car at my head the last time I visited,â he doesnât even sound upsetâŠitâs more proud than anything, âShe reminds me of you sometimes.â
When you go to respond, a young boy accidentally skates too close to you and his wheels knock into yours throwing you both off balance. You catch him by the arm, meeting his panic-stricken eyes, and wait to hit the floor but you rock back against a hard chest and thank all your lucky stars Mingyu was there to save you. The older you get, the harder the floor feels.Â
âIâm so sorry!â The boy exclaims once youâre all steady again, âIâm not good at this! I promise I wasnât trying to take you out!â
His genuine concern is sweet and you laugh it off. âItâs totally okay and nobody got hurt,â you tell him and he takes a deep breath, âWanna go around together a few times?â
The boyâs eyes shine and he nods his head rapidly. Mingyu drops back a few paces and you hold out your arm, elbow tucked into your side. âOkay,â you pat your forearm, âHold on hereâŠthere you goâŠand weâre going to push off at the same time with the same foot. Hey, Gyu,â you call over your shoulder and he comes back up to your side, waiting for your instructions, âWill you skate a little ahead of us so he can watch you?â
âFor sure,â Mingyu grins, picking up speed until heâs far enough away to slow his pace again and remain ahead of you.
The kid is a bit wobbly but heâs trying really hard and it makes you smile. You remember when you first learned to skate and how intimidating the rink was though you were around eight and he looks to be around fourteen. There wasnât a floor full of bigger, faster kids to compete with though so you think maybe you got off easier.
âYouâre doing great,â you encourage him, âWatch him go around the curve to get a better idea of how to steer yourself.â
Mingyu banks it beautifully, as usual. Itâs surprising to most people that someone his size could skate so fluidly especially after learning that he only started playing hockey in his early teens. It was just something he had a natural talent for and trading out blades for wheels hadnât altered his ability to move with grace whatsoever.
You work through the turn together, a little less smoothly, but you make it around and he lets out a short laugh. âHe makes it look so easy.â
âYeah, well heâs had lots and lots of practice and likes to show off.â
Your eyes settle on Mingyu again and as if he can sense you watching, he turns over his shoulder and winks which is not solely witnessed by you because the kid chuckles, following through the next curve with more confidence. âIs he your boyfriend? Heâs kinda cool.â
The question catches you off guard and you laugh, covering your mouth with your free hand. âNot my boyfriend but yeahâŠI guess heâs kinda cool.â
He looks up at youâŠalmost mischievously youâd think, if you knew him better. âI think he wants to be your boyfriend,â he snickers, âHe keeps looking at you.â
You huff out a laugh, placing your hand over his before swinging you both into a stop out of the way. âIâm starting to think this is all a ruse and heâs paying you to put in a good word.â
The kid laughs and shakes his head, âNo, Iâm just nosey and a really lousy skater,â he says, looking up at Mingyu whoâs come over and stopped next to you, âThanks a lot for helping me out,â he looks a little sheepish, hand reaching around to scratch the back of his neck, âThere is this girl at school I like and sheâs a figure skater. She asked me out on a date at the ice rink when she comes back from vacation with her family in two weeks and I said yes even though Iâm probably going to make a fool of myself. Figured I should start practicing now and falling on wheels is less intimidating than falling with knives on my feet.â
You laugh softly and Mingyu grins, shaking his head. âI admire your dedication to getting the girl, kid. Listen, I coach a youth hockey league at the ice rink down the road and have a free hour a few days a week that I use to practice myself. Iâd be happy to teach you if you want.â
The boyâs eyes light up. âThat would be so cool!â
Mingyu chuckles, âAlright, awesome. Are one of your parents here with you? I can go talk to them and give them my information.â
âYeah! My grandma is sitting over there,â he points to the corner where you both make out an older woman sitting alone with a book in hand, surrounded by way too many boisterous young people.Â
You meet Mingyuâs eyes and both make a face. âYikes, okay, letâs go save grandma.â
The boy thanks you again and starts to merge back into the flow of skaters as Mingyu smiles at you, pushing off with a âDonât miss me too muchâ and a stupid kissy face.Â
His grin is wild and gorgeous when you wiggle your fingers and whisper, âBye, lover boy.â
Vernon is smiling at you when you reach his booth and you hop up onto the small ledge that allows a good look at the floor as a whole while also giving your legs a needed break. Heâs playing one is his 80âs to 90âs pop mixes and tweaking the rotating lights that dance over the skaters until they start changing colors, neon polka dots as far as the eye can see.Â
There is a steady exchange of kids coming on and off the floor. Most of the early group heading into the arcade or bombarding the concessions counter while the later crowd takes their place. In between all that, you catch sight of Mingyu speaking with the boy and his Grandma. You donât even realize that youâre unabashedly smiling at the scene, thinking about how kind and attentive he is when heâs listening. The way he leans in and pulls back, grinning and laughing.Â
âStill think youâre not into him?â Vernon says over your shoulder, laughing when you startle.
You purse your lips, eyes wandering back over. âIâm simply admiring his social aptitude,â you flick your eyes back up to Vernon and grin, âWhy? Is it making you jealous darling?â
He smirks, âNot yet. Gonna have to try harder.â
âUgh,â you swoon, hand over your heart, âI love it when you play hard to get.â
Vernon nods his head laughing, âYeahhhh, I know you do.â Then he notices youâve got your eye on an issue that needs handling and reaches out to pat the top of your head, âTwo more hours and they all have to go home to be someone elseâs responsibility. Iâll throw in some of your favorite jams.â
Ten oâclock couldnât come soon enough but you appreciate his offer and toss out a few songs for consideration though heâs pretty familiar with your tastes. You step back down onto the floor and blow Vernon a kiss when you immediate recognzie the song heâs jumped intoâŠjust for you.
 âYou really are the best. Check on you in a bit, undercover lover.â
He throws up a peace sign and you cut across the floor to ask a couple of kids who were just blowing and popping bubbles to go spit out their gum as itâs clearly stated that it's not allowed on the floor. They donât love your request and start to argue but Mingyu sneaks up behind you again and dazzles them with a smile. Just like that, the two young girls start giggling and falling all over themselves to do exactly as askedâŠall because the pretty guy said âPleaseâ.Â
Itâs comical, honestly.Â
Mingyu is smirking when he rolls along beside you, bending at the waist to peek up at your face because itâs aimed at the floor as you try to school your features. Heâs so irritatingly flirtatious and youâre too quickly playing into his hand tonight. Youâre usually better than this, holding out well until youâre pulling out of the parking lot.Â
âOh, yeah,â he intones, âTonight is definitely the night. Youâre giving in. You canât resist me any longer. It was bound to happen. Youâre still smiling! I can see it!â
Laughing, you pull your head up and give him a look that you would have loved to be firm but itâs not in the slightest. How can you be serious when he is so not serious? âDonât you dare,â you warn with a loose laugh tacked on at the end, âI told you, weâre not going on a date.â
Mingyu shrugs, âSo, movies tomorrow night?â
âDonât you work tomorrow?â
He bats his eyes with a saccharine smile, âI love that you know my schedule by heart,â he ignores your eye roll, âWonuâs covering my shift since he owed me one and also because heâs a true romantic. Heâs rooting for us and we canât disappoint him.â
âWell, I suppose if itâs what Wonwoo wantsâŠâ you look up at him, eyes glittering with excitement, âWhen are you picking me up?â
For as calm and cool as Mingyu keeps it on the outside, heâs buzzing on the inside because heâs been toying around with the idea of taking you out forever. And heâs askedâŠmore than onceâŠbut youâve kept him on his toes and heâs enjoyed the playing the game but heâs elated that youâre finally saying yes.
He tries to school is face but heâs still beaming as he tries to casually say, âIâll pick you up at seven.â
âSeven?â you snicker, âIsnât that a little late to get started? You keeping me out all night?â
He just shrugs, grinning. âMaybe.â
Mingyu shows up nearly twenty minutes early and you can see his car outside your condo. He doesnât make a move to get out and itâs amusing to watch as he nervously drums his fingers on the steering wheel for a few beats before reaching for the door like heâs going to get out, and then shaking his head before resuming the fidgeting. Itâs also a relief to know heâs feeling the same jitters you are.Â
The thought crossed your mind to pop your head out to wave him inside but he might be giving himself a pep-talk and youâre still contemplating your outfit.Â
The movie theater is always so cold. You debated the pros and cons of wearing something short-sleeved because on one hand, if youâre cold it might prompt your date to keep you warm but on the other hand, if he didnât, youâd be freezing the whole time.Â
You could bring a jacket, but thatâs an extra thing to carry.Â
Digging through your closet, you pull out a fuzzy black long-sleeved sweater. You hold it out, admiring the way itâs cropped a little shorter in the front, and then turn back to the mirror, holding it up to your chest. It would look cute with the Leviâs youâre wearingâŠdecisions, decisions.
A car horn beeps and you peer out of your window seeing Mingyu rigid behind the wheel. You laugh, thinking he probably did not mean to do it and is embarrassed at having accidentally made too much noise. Thatâs pretty obvious by the way heâs looking around, paranoid and frustrated. Itâs actually super cute and youâre lingering by the window now just admiring him from afar without care
Until you see Mingyu cut the engine and get out of the car. Then the panic sets in because youâre still not ready and wellâŠitâs the first time heâs seeing you outside of work and not in uniform. You want him to be wowed and are probably still taking too long to get moving considering how brisk of a stride you know his to be. Heâll be here any second.
You scramble to pull on the sweater in your hands and run into the bathroom to grab your gold hoops, fix your hair, and check your makeup one last time. Your heart is racing but you smile at your reflection. He sees you all the time at work looking not even half as done-up as you are right now and thinks youâre a solid 10, so there isnât really any doubt heâll be pleased. Then the doorbell rings.Â
A few deep breaths to calm your nerves comes first. When you open the door, Mingyuâs mouth is fixed like he had a line locked and loaded but when he sees you, he chokes on the words. Heâs so flustered that he stumbles back a step, laughing at himself. âOh, youâre not going to take it easy on me, are you?â
That lights you up from the inside out and brings your confidence back around full circle.
âHave I ever made things easy for you?â you snicker, grabbing your purse off the hook by the door, âI think you like a challenge.â
âNah, I just like you,â he smirks, tongue poking the end of his pointed canine as he watches you close and lock the door, trying his hardest to be respectful, âYou look really good. Have I said that yet?â
Stashing your keys in your purse, you turn and grin up at him. âYou alluded to it but I wouldnât mind hearing you say it out loud.â
Always playing and teasing and flirting. Itâs almost too much for you both to bear at this point.Â
âIâll tell you as many times as you want,â he says softly but he reaches toward you, slipping his hand just behind your hip to pull you closer with a bold, sharp tug. Startled, you bump right into Mingyuâs chest and look up at him with wide eyes. He doesnât say anything for a minute and then tilts his head back, sighing into the sky above. Heâs mostly amused when he looks back at you.
âYou look incredibleâŠand we should get in the car before I ruin the illusion of me being a gentleman.â
âThat image has been splintering for a while but I donât think Iâll mind if a manner or two slips,â you tease as you pull apart, taking the time to look him up and downâŠ
Light-washed jeans, crisp white t-shirt, open flannel hanging off his broad shouldersâŠâYou look really good too,â you murmur in appreciation.
Heâs about to sweating straight through his shirt if you keep looking at him like that.
â...yepâŠtime to go,â he mumbles, pinching is lips together as he grabs your hand. He pulls you toward the parking lot which isnât far, and opens the door for you to slip into his passenger seat. He doesnât let go until youâre settled and takes it a touch further when he reaches in and grabs the seatbelt before you. His hand purposely grazes against the exposed skin between your pants and top as he buckles you in and you let out the breath you were holding the second he closes your door.
Itâs getting more difficult to play hard-to-get by the millisecond but youâre willing to give in first if your reward is Mingyu breaking down bit by bit right in front of you.Â
You bite your lip to keep from giggling when he quickly rounds the car and settles into his seat next to you. Heâs still shaking his head, quietly laughing at himself for getting so easily worked up. He turns over the engine, shifting into drive, and peers over at you with an air of disbelief.Â
âIâm starting to think weâre gonna have to sit in separate rows at this rate.â
Thankfully, the tension melts into easy banter and conversation on the ride to the theater. Mingyu entertains you with stories about his family and asks after yours, specifically your beloved niece whom he loves hearing about. He lets you toy around with his radio and blare some Spice Girls song that neither of you sings along to with the correct pitchâŠor words. Itâs a blast either way.
Bold flirtation aside, Mingyu has always been a gentleman where it counts.
When you arrive at the movie theater, he opens all the doors, holds your hand every chance he gets, pays for your tickets and snacks despite your protesting, and lets you choose where to sit. The theater isnât very full, though the movie you both decided on has been out for a while so itâs not all that surprising to see so many open seats. There are a few people scattered here and there and you donât particularly love sitting next to others if you can avoid it.Â
That leaves the very front or the very back.Â
You glance over your shoulder at Mingyu, patiently waiting for you to decide, âYou really donât care?âÂ
He shakes his head again with a soft smile and you sigh looking back at the open seats, âI donât like being super closeâŠare you okay with sitting up top?â
Mingyuâs eyes scan the very empty top rows and widen like he hadnât actually realized how secluded they were until just now. âTotally cool,â he manages after a moment, âLead the way.â
âOh boy,â you whisper to yourself, turning to make your way up the stairs. You have to focus ahead and calculate the distance of each step so you donât screw up and trip because that would be awfully embarassing. Itâs dark, cold, and quiet, and there is a huge gap between the section youâre headed toward and the next closest couple sitting in the middle.Â
The very last row was almost too intimidating as if it somehow was the designated spot reserved for horny, depraved teenagers, and you were mid-twenty adultsâŠso you stopped once you hit the second to last row and cut in a few seats before deciding that sitting in the middle was also weird so you dropped into the fourth seat from the aisle and forced yourself to stay put.Â
PIcking a seat and sticking with it has never been so daunting before.
Mingyu doesnât say anything at all about your choice, much to your relief. If he cracked a joke about it, you think you might just burst at the seams. He just sits down in the seat next to you folding his very large frame into the too-tight space between the armrests. Youâre both quiet as the lights dim and the previews start rolling but you can still feel him wiggling and adjusting himself next to you.
Your eyes meet when he accidentally bumps your arm and you smile at the fact that he is genuinely embarrassed, for no reason at all other than unintentionally taking up extra space. âIâm so sorry,â he whispers, âI donât remember the seats feeling this cramped.â
âItâs really okay,â you turn, tucking his elbow safely into his side as you lift the armrest between you to give him more room, âWe can share.â
âAre you sure?â his eyes seek yours again in the darkness, âI donât want you to be uncomfortable.â
You quietly snicker at his worry when he was the one being so brazen with your proximity earlier. At the same time, you can appreciate his consideration and reassure him with a gentle smile. âI really donât mindâŠthe extra body heat is appreciated.â
You can feel the moment Mingyu lets the tension flow out of his body. His shoulders relax until your arms touch lightly, his legs spread a little further apart as he sinks into his seat, firm thigh now pressed to the outside of your own. Heâs warm and his cologne, as usual, is so rich and alluring that you know youâre going to be fighting the urge to mold yourself to his side for the next hour and a half.Â
Surprisingly, the movie isnât half bad even though it was one you chose because every other film out was either super sad or overtly romantic and neither genre felt like a good fit for a first date. âBlack Maskâ had a decent balance of action scenes and suspense that pretty easily kept your eyes on the screen, at least for a little while, sharing sour gummy worms and a soda between the two of you.Â
Your attention began to wane after the third time you bumped hands with Mingyu and it was lost entirely when he decided to simply hold your hand instead. Movie plot gone in an instant.
Instead of the screen, your eyes fall to your joined hands resting in his lap. They climb up to his chest, slowly rising and falling with each measured breath. Carefully, you let them slide higher, admiring the shadows projected over his throat and jaw. Higher to admire his handsome face. Higher again, just to get a little more of him, and when you get there, you find him staring back.
Neither of you shy away this time. Mingyu nervously licks his lips and his eyes flit down to yours, only for a second, just to reassure himself that youâre both on the same wavelength even though the chemistry between you has always been pretty clear. He still hesitates before he leans closer but youâre done waiting and choose to kiss him first.Â
Itâs soft, brief, and when you part, you can see the smile on his handsome face and it brings the butterflies in your stomach back to life all over again. He cups your cheek and pulls you back into another kiss, and then another, and another. A million times youâd thought about kissing Mingyu and this was still far better than any youâd imagined thus far. Â
Actually kissing him highlights the small details you were missing. The bits of it that are unique and a part of him only. Itâs the way his thumb strokes against your cheek, how he tilts his face and changes his angle so fluidly that you follow him like itâs completely natural, the tender way heâs slow to let go of your bottom lip and how he kisses it afterward.Â
Itâs certainly not your first kiss or even the first time youâve made out with someone at the movies, but this feels entirely new. Mingyu is not some hopped up, horny kid. He takes his time with you, heâs gentle, patient. Itâs not sloppy or rushed. He isnât trying to clumsily cop a feel the whole time, though, you think youâd probably let him and that he wouldnât fumble around at all. It feels like he knows exactly what heâs doing, even if he doesnât.
You hope that you feel natural to him too.
He pulls back with a slow hum of appreciation and thatâs good enough for you.. When your eyes meet, youâre both smiling, and Mingyu takes that as his good sign. He wraps his arm around your shoulders and tucks you into his side until he feels your body relax against his and you finish the movie just like that.Â
Well, youâre both looking at the screen but youâre more focused on the way he continues to kiss your hair every few minutes and heâs locked on to the feeling of your nails gently drawing a line up and down his thigh.Â
Eventually, the lights come on and youâre a little slow to untangle as the rest of the theater clears out. Itâs entirely empty by the time either of you hit the stairs.Â
âSoooo,â Mingyu hums, trailing behind you half a step, âThoughtsâŠopinionsâŠ? On the movie, of course.â
You laugh without turning around and nod your head, âRightâŠthe movie, yeah. Just as the trailer promised,â you focus on your feet moving a step at a time and not tripping, âPerfectly executed action sequences.â
He grins to himself, tucking his chin into his chest. âIâm glad it lived up to all the hype,â he balances his weight on one foot before taking the next step, âNothing worse than all that anticipation ending in disappointment.â
You peer over your shoulder at him, smiling coyly, âOh, no disappointment here. Iâm sure iâll be thinking about it for quite some time.â
He huffs out a laugh, âAre we talking about the movie or the kiss?â
âWhat kiss?â you smirk, quickly turning around to hurry down the rest of the steps but heâs right behind you the whole way.
Just as you whip around the corner and into the dim hallway that leads to the exit, Mingyu catches you around the waist and pins you up against the wall. You can feel his heart thudding under your palms, the thrill of excitement hardly contained in his chest as his lips crash into yours.Â
Disappointment is so very far from your realm of feeling at the moment. Any expectation you had, which admittedly was already pretty high, was shattered and elevated yet another level each time his tongue danced across the seam of your lips or when his hands made another pass over your body.
From the beginning, you theorized that Mingyu was more than just a smooth talker. You had him pegged as a man with follow-through and youâre simply rolling in it, knowing you were right, and now youâre experiencing it for yourself which makes things that much more gratifying.Â
Mingyu was a certified lover boy. Called and confirmed it.
The very best part, you think to yourself as you feel him grin against your lips, is that heâs yoursâŠor at least, he wants to be. You donât have to let him know heâs already won.
Heâs still smiling when you slide your hands over his arms, pointedly squeezing the ample muscle there, and he finishes you off with a few final, fluttering kisses.Â
When your eyes meet, there is a buzz of nervous laughter and Mingyu again asks, âSo, the movie or the kiss?â
Your gaze drifts back down to his mouth and your stomach twists torturously when his knowing smirk reveals a prettily pointed canine. The same thatâs bitten into your bottom lip a few times already this evening. You look back up and narrow your eyes playfully, âI donât recall any kissi-â
He leans back down, slotting his lips against yours and the second he so much as breathes the door at the end of the hall clicks open and you hear two voices, likely the staff coming to clean the theater, and here you two delinquints are still splattered against the wall playing tonsil hockey.Â
Mingyu freezes and your eyes are wide as saucers. âGo, go around the other way!â
You have to slip out from under his frame and drag him a few feet before his mind catches up and youâre both scrambling back across the theater to the exit on the opposite side. As quietly as you can, you peek out of the small window to make sure the coast is clear and pop the door open for you both to come tumbling out.Â
The wide corridor outside the theater is mercifully empty but the adrenaline in your bodiesâ leaves you jogging toward the side exit, laughter bubbling up and out into the open space around you. Itâs all so silly and exhilarating, and when Mingyu grabs your hand, pulling you through the doors out into that warm summer air, youâre sure you canât remember the last time youâve felt soâŠalive.Â
Or maybe there is just something about the moon and stars, and the way their enchanting glow seems to make everything in their wake just a little more beautiful. Heâs one of those things - bright, beautiful, feathered and soft around the edges.Â
Youâve stopped to catch your breath but it remains trapped in your chest the longer you look at him. Itâs suddenly a little heavy, this crush of yours, weighed down by impression of his hands on your hips, your face, the small of your back. Flirting and teasing was easy. Agreeing to finally go out with him was easy. Realizing the potential for more was real and standing in front of you was a shock to your system because youâre uncovering very quickly how much you want that with him.
âWe should definitely go to dairy queen.â
It takes a minute to process his words and then with a little shake, you lift your head to find Mingyu smiling back down at you. âFeels like the movie might have left you with a lot to think about and nothing helps me sort through my head quite like ice cream.â
You cock your head to the side, the tension in your chest evaporating just like that.
âHave you always this charming?â
âWhen I put in the extra effort, which is only for you, sure,â he chuckles, using your joined hands to pull you a little closer as you walk alongside eachother through the parking lot, âIâm not everyoneâs cup of tea though.â
âI donât believe that for a second,â you scoff, bumping into his arm with your shoulder, âEveryone loves you. Iâve seen it with my own two eyes.â
His tongue pokes into his cheek, rolling his eyes skyward, âYou missed the guy I had to escort out of the rink a couple weeks ago who took a few swings at me in the parking lot. Pretty sure he was not enthralled by my dazzling smile and strapping good looks.â
âOne personâŠthatâs all you got?â
Reaching his car, Mingyu opens the passenger door for you and waits until youâre seated and looking up at him expectantly. He licks his lips and smirks, âBuckle up, youâre in for a ride.â
After grabbing ice cream, you decided making your date drive over to the shore was favorable to sitting on the sticky red tables outside the DQ, so instead, youâre sitting side by side on a small gym towel he miraculously had in his trunk, eating your deserts and swapping stories to the tune of the gentle waves crashing ashore.Â
So far, youâve learned that the sole reason Mingyu got into hockey in the first place was because he was in constant trouble as a kidâŠin school, at home, or literally anywhere else he happened to be. His poor mother tried to put him in every sport and hobby she could think of to keep him busy and out of trouble but baseball wasnât a fit, basketball ended in another fist fight and suspension, football benched a few and landed one kid in the hospital, and any form of martial arts was out of the question.Â
Finally, she found an ad in the newspaper for boyâs hockey team tryouts and the rest was history. You can clearly hear the admiration in his voice when he spoke about his original coach and his teammates. How it was touch and go from the start but no matter how much hot water he found himself in, they wouldnât quit on him. When he realized that, he started pouring all of his pent up energy into the game and it changed him in all the best ways. Itâs the whole reason he coaches todayâŠto be someone who can make a positive change in a kidâs life the way his coach did for him.
Honestly, itâs hard to imagine Mingyu as anything other than the kind, gentle, playful guy you know him to be but everyone grows and changes. He still has a wild sort of glint in his eyes at times that lead you to believe every word heâs said about his younger years.Â
The sea breeze is crisp and almost a little chilly despite the warm air it mixes with so you push a little closer into Mingyuâs side and he wraps an arm around your shoulders. âCold?â
âA bit,â you roll your head toward him, resting it against the crook of his shoulder, âKinda just wanted to be close to you againâŠdespite your delinquent past, I think I like you a little.â
âA little?â he smirks, eyes darting to your mouth briefly, âI think you like me a lot.â
Scrunching your nose, you make a face at him and he tosses his head back and laughs.Â
âIf you donât admit it soon Iâm going to have to make a huge, probably embarrassing, for you, romantic gesture,â he counters, looking very half-serious, âA big old fashioned declaration of loveâŠin publicâŠloudly.â
âYouâre still a little shit, arenât you?â
âDonât pretend you arenât loving the reformed bad boy thing.â Heâs spot on because Mingyu is the exact kind of guy you would have had a crush on back then too.Â
You let out a long sigh and pick your head up, leaning to the side to bury your now-empty cup in the sand so it doesnât blow away just like Mingyu had on his side. In the process, Mingyu slips his arm a little lower on your back, his hand curled around your hip to keep you balanced. You love every single point of contact so you fall right back into his side when you sit up again.
âTo be fair, I think youâre only partly reformed,â more smirking, âMhm, thatâs exactly what I mean,â you hum in amusement, âListen, Iâll give inâŠjust a littleâŠand admit that there are a lot of things I love about you..â
âIâm listening,â he purrs, ready for the boost in confidence youâre surely about to give him. Anything that could even vaguely resemble a compliment would send him over the moon coming from you.Â
âI love the wayâŠyou genuinely enjoy helping people,â you start quietly, soothing the subtle nerves beginning to tingle in your fingertips, âI love that you put so much time and effort into coaching your kids and how much you love talking about themâŠhow youâll roll your eyes and shake your head telling me stories about them and yet you always finish with a smile because âtheyâre a handful but theyâre good kidsââ
Mingyu snorts softly and you knowingly ask, âThereâs lots of little Mingyuâs on your team, arenât there?â
He nods slowly, pushing the tip of his tongue against his teeth. âOhhh yeahhh,â he breathes out with a light chuckle, âI understand now why my coach made me run drills until I dropped. Iâve got a couple that have already outshined my reputation at their age and some days itâs a battle of wills but theyâve come along way,â he ducks his head, grinning, âHoping theyâre the extent of my karma and it doesnât come back to bite me in the ass when I have kids one day.â
He makes a face right after he says it and looks down at you almost apologetically, âWas that weird to say on a first date? I feel like thatâs something youâre supposed to avoid but youâre easy to talk to and words just fall out of my mouth sometimes.â
âYou donât have to apologize,â you laugh, quirking an eyebrow at him, âI know itâs a first date but weâre not strangers, besides, Iâve always just assumed you were a family kind of guy. You talk about yours all the time, super close with your little sister, and from all iâve witnessed, youâre just kinda great with kids in general,â you shrug, easing his worry, âI promise, itâs not a shock to me that youâd want your own and Iâll save you the torture of wondering whether to ask or notâŠyes, Iâd like to have kids someday. Someday farrrrr away in the future.â
âOh, good,â he chuckles, âMe too...lightyears away.â
Itâs not on either of your radars currently but itâs nice to know that you have common goals for the future. It leaves a brief pause in the conversation, though not an uncomfortable one. Just a quiet moment to soak things in.Â
First date, first kiss(es), and itâs all goingâŠperfectly.Â
Itâs one thing to flirt and banter with a cute co-worker but taking the leap and going on a date together is a whole different game. There are very real feelings on both sides of the court and the potential for something real and permanent is so palpable you can feel it pushing you closer to one another. Leap again. Put yourself out there and trust the other will catch you.
Mingyu breaks the silence first and you feel his fingers twitch against your back.Â
âI really like you,â he says steadily, like that was the easy part, âI think youâre beautiful inside and out, stop laughing iâm being serious,â he grins and you try to reel it in for his sake, âMy first day on the job I was blatantly called out and laughed at by Wonwoo after he caught me spacing out and staring at you for the third timeâŠI donât think I even made it an hour into my shift before I was hooked.â
âOh, I thought you were being serious?â you grin.
âShhhh,â he counters, âIâm not done.â
âWhere was I? Oh yeahâŠyouâre a good friend and a good person, and I like having you in my life,â he says softly, picking up your hand and pulling it into his lap, âI want to bring you home to meet my family so my mom can drag out the photo albums the way sheâs always joked about doing while my sister spends the whole time telling you embarrassing things about me. They would like like you a lot. The boys on my team already like you.â
âOh?â
He laughs, âOh yeah, theyâre always in my business and I made the mistake of bringing you up at a practice once so youâre a regular topic of discussion. I should have known I was doomed from then on and theyâre brutal sometimes. One kid called me a loser because heâs fourteen and has a girlfriend and I donât.â
âIs that how youâre asking me out? Trying to get the sympathy vote because youâre getting picked on by a bunch of kids?â you smirk.
âMaybeâŠis it working?â he asks, gaze dipping to your mouth for the millionth time tonight.
âI donât know yet,â you inch a little closer, âMaybe you should try softening me up a little more before you ask again.â
He pauses, hovering just a breadth away from your face and his open mouth pulls into a sly grin, âBy any means necessary?â
âDo what you have to do I suppos-â
âNiiccceee hickey.â
You slap a hand over the mark you swore youâd covered well enough with concealor, apparently not, and whip your head in Vernonâs direction. âCan you not announce it loud enough for everyone to hear?â
Vernon glances side to side. âThere is literally no one except us in here and that thing announced itself.â
âWhat thing?âÂ
Wonwoo comes in and drops his bag on the wooden bench, pulling out his uniform top to shrug over his shoulders. His glasses sit askew on his face and you really hope heâs got good insurance because theyâre always in awful shape.Â
You turn and press your forehead against the cool metal of your locker door and Vernon chuckles, stowing his things noisely. âThe physical evidence to prove that her date went abundantly well.â
Wonwoo smirks, walking closer to pry your hand away from your neck. He whistles. âDamn, Mingyuâs a biterâŠnot surprised. Good luck hiding that thing - itâs going to be with you for a while.â
âOk. Hickey expert. Thanks for your input,â you grumble.
He shrugs. âWe all have interests and hobbies, and youâre welcome.â
You roll your eyes and turn around, leaning back against your locker with a pout. âIâm kinda nervous that weâre working together tonight for the first time since we went out. Do you think it will be weird?âÂ
Vernon makes a goofy face. âWhy would it be weird? I thought you said everything went well and youâre like, dating now? Did something happen?â
âNo, everything was great,â you slump down a little further, âLikeâŠtoo great. Iâm trying not to jinx things or be weird. Are we too old to call each other boyfriend and girlfriend? Is that a thing for adults? Or did we grow out of that after high school?â
Wonwoo rolls his eyes, fixing the notch on his belt, âNo, weâre not too old for that. Heâs your boyfriend. Youâre his girlfriend. Simple.â
âIs it?â you reply with a unintentional snap that doesnât phase either of them.
Vernon sits on the bench in front of you and stretches his back out, groaning like an old man. âYes, simple. You like him and he likes you, and you have fun together. I fail to see the problem.â
âYeah, thatâs like, the opposite of a problem,â Wonwoo agrees, âBesidesâŠbeing left alone in the rink after hours sounds mighty convenient if you ask me.â
Snapping your jaw shut, your eyes widen, âWhat exactly are you suggesting?â
Wonwoo smirks, âIâm not suggesting anything but an opportunist would use their imagination.â
Both you and Vernon peg Wonwoo with a suspicious stare.
âWith all due respect,â you say slowly, your eyebrow steadily raising with each word, âI didnât think you rolled like that.â
âNeither did I,â Vernon adds, equally intrigued.
âYouâre kind of a freak, arenât you?â
âWhoâs a freak?â
All three of you startle and whirl around to see Mingyu coming through the door. His hair is wet, likely freshly showered after hockey practice, and heâs looking at each of you with a clueless grin.Â
âNothing and no one!â you reply with a grin, already floating toward the hunk in the doorway, âHi.â
âHi,â he grins down at you, âI see you and I got stuck closing tonight.âÂ
You swallow down the knot in your throat and hold up a middle finger behind your back directed at Vernon and Wonwooâs snickering.Â
âYep,â you bounce on your toes, âJust you and IâŠclosing everything downâŠtogetherâŠtonight.â
Mingyuâs lips pinch together to hold in a laugh. You were always so bold and confident when it came to teasing him and now, he can tell youâre having to make a great effort to hold it all together. âIâm sure weâll find a way to make it fun,â he chooses, satisfied when your eyes widen just a touch, âI think Jimâs looking for you by the way. If youâre done getting-âÂ
âYes,â you squeeze his arms and then move past him at lightening speed, rushing out the door.Â
Mingyu just stands there and laughs quietly before looking up to see the grin on Vernon and Wonwooâs faces. âAlright, how much did she tell you?â
âDidnât have to tell us much at all.â
Wonwoo shakes his head. âThe bite marks you left told us everything we needed to know.â
Mingyuâs eyes drop to the floor as he awkwardly scratches the back of his neck. Heâs glad the ones you left on him are covered by his collar because he just barely got away with blaming it on equipment mishandling when one of the older boys in his youth league pointed one out with a mischievous laugh.
Vernon claps a hand over his shoulder on his way out the door causing Mingyu to look back up again. âHappy for you, dude. Sheâs a good one.â
Mingyu smiles softly, âThanks, man.â
When he leaves, Mingyu pushes further into the room and starts getting himself situated, glancing over at Wonwoo every now and then like heâs waiting for him to say something.
âI can feel you staring,â Wonwoo mumbles, eyes now glued to his Game Boy Pocket as he tries to save his progress from earlier.
Mingyu shrugs his shoulders up to his ears, pushing his bag into his locker.Â
Wonwoo puts his game down and looks up. âWhaddaya want, Hot Wheels?â
He pauses, making a face at the nickname, and then carefully asks, âOn a scale of one to ten, how bad of an idea is it for me to-â
âMake a move tonight?â
Mingyuâs mouth pops open. âOh,â he blinks, âYou read minds too?â
Wonwoo sighs and leans back a touch, both hands gripping the edge of the bench beneath him. âTo be fair, thatâs exactly what Iâd be thinking about if I were in your position. Empty buildingâŠgorgeous girlfriendâŠâ
Mingyu scoffs, âAlright, easyâŠâ
He gets a smirk in return and Wonwoo stands, stretching his long limbs. âIâm not wrong and also not interested in your girl so relax,â he leans down and tugs on the laces of his skates and then straightens out, âYou both think too much. Just be normal. Do the same lovey dovey, flirty shit you always do and see how the night goes.â
âYouâre kind of good at this,â Mingyu compliments, his lips pulling into a half-smirk, âWhat do you get up to when youâre off the clock and not playing big brother of the year?â
Nearing the door, Wonwoo just turns over his shoulder and tosses Mingyu a wink.
Heâs handed out enough advice for one night.
You were still jittery when Mingyu joined you out on the floor but falling into the same routine was pretty simple, just like Vernon and Wonwoo said, and it took loads of anxious tension off your shoulders. If anything, Mingyu was more playful with his teasing and a little more bold with his physical affection when others werenât paying attention.Â
It was like a game of how flustered he could make you without getting in trouble for fooling around on the job. The floor was crowded which simply meant he got to stay a little closer to you without looking suspicious which allowed him to find out how fun it was to pull you around by the belt loops of your pants.Â
He loved the little noise of surprise you let out every time he snuck up behind you, hooking his finger through the loop to tug you back against his chest where he pretended to tell you something important. Like he was just trying to talk to you over the sound of the music when he had nothing but more teasing to whisper in your ear.Â
The hours flew by unnoticed and before long, you were bidding your last goodbyes to the rest of the staff having finished their own cleaning and closing duties.Â
Mingyu went into the office to toy with the audio system after you asked to throw something on just so it wasnât silent in the big dark building while you followed Vernon and Wonwoo to the doors to lock up after them.Â
Vernon shifts his bag on his shoulder and cuts a sideways glance in your direction. âYou gonna be okay?â
You shrug, touched and confused heâd asked. âYeah, Iâve closed up a million times. All good.â
Wonwoo pats the top of your head like a puppy. They both have a habit of that.
âHe meant, are you gonna be okay here alone with Mingyu? Are you comfortable with us leaving - not that I think heâd ever do something to hurt or upset youâŠIâd kill him and he knows itâŠbut you give us the word and weâll stay.â
âOh,â you blink and wave your hands dismissively, âNo, weâre good! I was just worried about being a loser earlier but weâre totally fine!â
âWe thought so,â Vernon grins, pushing the glass door open, âJust checking.â
Itâs sweet and embarrassing that theyâd thought to ask and you tell them as much as you gently push Vernon through the doorway. âThought for a minute you were finally ready to confess,â you joke, fake pout on your lips and all, âIâll drop him like a hot potato if you ask, Nonnie.â
Wonwoo follows him out and laughs, âYouâre full of shit but Iâm sure he appreciates the sentiment. By the way, if you find yourself in needâŠJihoon keeps condoms in his locker.â
You slap a hand over your mouth, covering your shocked laughter. âFirst of all, mind your business and second, what the hell?!â
Vernon shrugs, âMan likes to be prepared I guess!â
âŠ.Line cooks are one of a kind. Truly.
Youâre shaking your head as they wave goodbye and walk off toward Wonwooâs car as it must have been his turn to carpool. Pulling the doors shut, you carefully lock each one and double check them before turning on your heel and then the music cuts on over the speakers. Itâs not crazy loud but enough to keep the odd sounds that accompany a big old building from rattling in your ears.Â
Mingyu pops his head out of the office when you round the corner and you cock your head in question, âBeastie Boys?â
âCouldnât get the discs to work so radio it is,â he shrugs, âI can find something else if you want.â
You shake your head, brushing past his shoulder into the small office to sit down and reconcile the financials for the night. âIâm not picky. Did you already grab the bags from the registers?â
He nods, âYep, everythingâs there and Jim left the keys for the safe in the desk,â Mingyu squeezes your shoulders when you sit down and you smile up at him. âIâm going to knock out the kitchen and rental walk-throughs while you count if thatâs okay? After that we will just have shut down the arcade and I can take out the left over trash bags.â
âThat would be amazing,â you tell him, head still cushioned against the office chair as you smile lazily up at him, âI just love a man that knows how to take charge and get the job done.â
He immediately chokes out a laugh and turns on his heel muttering something about how âheâs not going to get anything done if you keep that upâ as he walks away.
It takes another full minute to bring the task at hand back into focus and you have to consciously fight off the intrusive inappropriate thoughts clouding your brain when itâs supposed to be crunching numbers. You even have to recount a few bags because the image of Mingyu sitting you on the desk youâre working at to do dirty things with you keeps popping into your head and itâs getting harder and harder to focus. After probably twice the amount of time it usually takes you to do the financials, youâre finally done and locking the safe when Mingyu returns.Â
âOh, hey,â you perk up when you notice him in the doorway, âReady to go do the arcade?â
âAlready done,â he snickers, âI came back after walk-throughs and caught you cursing and restarting your counts so I just went ahead and finished up the list.â
âOh!â you shift on your feet, â...guess weâre all done then.â
Mingyu crosses his arms, leaning against the door frame looking extra swoon-worthy. Not a single poster of your favorite 80s and 90s heartthrobs plastered to the walls of your old bedroom held a candle to the picture in front of you and he knows it.Â
âYou sound disappointed. Iâm sure we could find other things to do if you wanna stay a little longer,â his eyes shift over to the audio system, still playing a mix of alternative and pop hits, and fixes his eyes back on you, âEver considered making out with someone in an empty skating rink with No Doubt playing over the speakers?â
âCanât say I have. What about you?â
Mingyu grins, shifting his weight to tower over you, âThought just now crossed my mind.â
He slides one hand beneath your jaw and the other over your hip, slotting his lips against yours as he walks you back until you bump into the desk behind you. After teasing you with your belt loops all night, you decide to return the favor, licking at the seam of his lips as you hook your fingers in his front loops and pull him closer. He laughs against your lips and pulls back to meet your eyes. âThatâs my move.â
âI liked it, so I think Iâll steal it,â you smirk, tugging at the loops still.
âWe should probably get our things and head out before I do something stupid and incredibly irresponsible,â he chuckles though there is a very real edge to his tone like heâs trying hard to behave himself right now.
âWhat kind of stupid and irresponsible things?â you test him, releasing his belt loops to hook your index finger into the waist band of his pants instead, âI might be interested.â
The hand on your hip squeezes and he bites out a laugh. âWhoâs the delinquent now?â
âStill you, but I recounted those bags because I kept getting interrupted by steamy office fantasies popping into my head so if youâd rather take me home before we make questionable decisions, we should probably leave now.â
He groans, torn between having to wait or giving in and having you right here, right now. The cons would be that itâs A.) your work place, B.) itâs not the cleanest place to hook up, and C.) he has to wait when his body is begging him otherwise.
As luck has it, you decide for him.
âCan we go to your place? My roommate is home tonight and sheâs got hard rules against hooking up when the other is home. She doesnât even really like when I have friends over but her name is on the lease so I donât argue much.â
Mingyu shuts off his internal debate processing, grateful to have you choose for the both of you. âMy roommates work the late shift at the bar on 89th so they will probably come home at some point but they donât care about guestsâŠor girlfriends. We respect that rule in regards to privacy.â
âUgh,â you rolls your eyes, relaxing in his hold, âThat must be so nice. Got an extra room at your place?â
âGot plenty of space for you in mine,â he smirks, âAlright let me grab our bags from the locker room and weâll get out of here. Did you drive?â
You shake your head, moving to turn off the audio system, âNo, I took the bus today.â
âSweet, weâll take my car home and wonât have to worry about leaving yours.â
Itâs funny how youâre both being so casual at the moment as if you werenât pinned up against the desk, debating whether you should desecrate the business office, and now youâre both going about your normal routines as if you didnât just agree that youâre leaving to go directly to his place to hook up for the first time.Â
It catches up with you when Mingyu pulls up to the front of his shared beach house and cuts the engine. You look at the light blue house and catch the subtle sounds of the ocean not far off. âI had no idea you lived on the island,â you share as you get out of the car and walk together toward the door.Â
Mingyu hands you the key and takes your bag so you can open the door. âYeah, weâve been here about a year now. Used to share a condo a little further in but we spend a lot of time at the beaches here so when this place opened up we snagged it as quick as we could.â
Pushing inside, itâs exactly what you imagine a triad of bachelors to live in. Everything is clean but the couch is a futon, there are two cd towers filled with music youâd love to check out, a few bean bag chairs, a stereo system big enough to take up half a wall, and theres a couple of empty corona bottles spread on the low table in the living room next to a few gaming controllers.Â
Mingyu groans when he sees them and glances over apologetically. âI definitely asked them to clean those up when I left this morning. Youâd think a couple of bartenders would know how to recycle empty beer bottles. I swear we have manners.â
You laugh and follow him to what you assume is his bedroom down the hall. He opens the door and drops both bags next to his dresser before flicking on a lamp. âWasnât expecting to bring you back here so I am glad my cleaning habits are something of use,â he pulls open a drawer and grabs a random t-shirt before handing it to you, âHere, you can wear this if you want and Iâll show you where the bathroom isâŠI just uhhh..I thought maybe youâd be more comfortable changing out of your uniform.â
You raise a brow at him, âWhat? My Dickies and pinstrip ref polo arenât sexy enough for you?â
He smirks back, âAnything you wear is sexy enough for me but the sex and dating column in Cosmopolitanâs spring magazine says a womanâs comfort comes before all else and is the key to a healthy, thriving relationship.â
âYou read Cosmo?âÂ
He shrugs, âHad to pick my mom and sister up at the hair salon and got there on time which was apparently thirty minutes early. There was nothing else to do.â
âLearn anything else?â you ask just before he leaves you at the bathroom door.
Mingyu tugs the frosty bleached tips of his hair. âLearned six new ways to accesorize with butterfly clips and that my horoscope for last month was only half correct,â he grins, âLet me know if you need anything, babe, iâm gonna use the other bathroom to clean up.â
You mumble back an OK and shut the door, bumping into the counter. âBabe?â you repeat quietly, looking at yourself in the mirror.Â
The reality of you having a super-hot-hockey-player boyfriend who is also insanely sweet and volunteers his free time to coach a youth league, and is an amazing kisser, and the kind of guy that calls you babe, crashes into you completely and youâre scrambling to clean yourself up, change, steal some mouthwash, and give yourself a full pep talk before you emerge god knows how long later.Â
Following the same path back to Mingyuâs room, you pause at the door and take a deep breath before re-entering his space.Â
Heâs laying in his bed tossing a small blue ball up and down with one hand while he waits. Youâre pleased to see that he decided not to put a shirt on, lounging only in a pair of basketball shorts, because you also decided to ditch half your clothing. The opposite half.
The ball lands in his palm with an audible smack and he looks up when you step into his room, closing the door behind you.Â
âWait right there,â he throws out a hand as you take a step closer and you hesitate, âI just want to burn this image into my memory for all of eternity.âÂ
Rolling your eyes with a soft laugh, you walk the rest of the way over to Mingyu who reaches for your hand and pulls you up onto his bed to straddle his lap comfortably. His hands move up and down your thighs and heâs smiling at you all the while. âYouâre so beautiful,â he sighs and then shakes his head when you try to brush him off. âGenuinely. Iâm not just saying that to get in your pants. Youâre not even wearing pants to get into.â
Heâs amusing and captivating when heâs like this, hands exploring every inch of exposed skin, chest pressed against yours, his face turned up as he looks at you with that white-hot gaze. It further drives your need to touch and feel him so you wrap your arms around his shoulders loosely, letting your fingers dance over the muscle in his back.Â
Mingyuâs eyes flutter closed, only for a moment as your nails trail over his spine, and you smile to yourself, overjoyed with the feeling of his body beneath yours. Â
âThis feels a little surreal,â you speak quietly and he hums in response, setting his eyes back on your face, âI meanâŠâ
âAhhhhhh,â he grins, lacing his fingers together where his hands rest on your lower back, kept warm under your shirt, âBecause youâve been dreaming about me every night since we met?â
âSomething like that,â you sigh and Mingyu shuts up, not expecting you to give in so easily. You pinch the hair at the nape of his neck tugging it nervously, âYou should probably kiss me before I say something even more embarrassing.â
Mingyu chuckles and his eyes dip to your mouth. He captures your lips easily, moving his hands against the planes of your back as he kisses you until your mind clouds over.Â
His hair is soft between your fingers, the silly frosted ends tickling your skin when you give a little experimental tug. Wonwoo teased him endlessly for falling for the fad but you had to admit you liked it on him.Â
Youâd probably like anything on him though. Besides, it wasnât long before Wonwoo broke down and tried it too albeit a bit more subtle and less Backstreet Boys.Â
Mingyu braces his forearm behind your hips and tugs. His skin is hot and he keeps you still against him, not like you plan on shifting away, but the need to be touched, heldâŠanchored to him is met without needing to ask. It feeds into your confidence allowing you to move more freely, rolling your hips, arching your back until your chest is pushing into his and he just canât stand the fabric in the middle.Â
The shirt heâd given you doesnât even fully hit the ground before his arms are wrapped around your body again and he buries his face in the crook of your neck, lips trailing over your throat, shoulders, collar bones. Whatever he can reach without letting go.Â
A sharp gasp hits the air when his tongue dips to the base of your throat and he closes his lips over that same spot with a kiss. Thighs trembling, you hope he doesnât comment on the pathetic way your cunt squeezes around nothing. He says nothing though. Instead, he groans deep in his chest and his hands tighten possesively.Â
Then he does it again, and again. He encourages your real, raw reactions, full intending to pull them from you until you let go of whatever mental block is keeping you from letting him know exactly how much you love the way he makes you feel.Â
Pretty soon he succeeds and youâre no longer trying to hold yourself together, holding your breath, or trying to be quiet.Â
Mingyu drags his teeth along your collarbones and grins at the soft hum you let out, so at odds with the way your body jumps at the sharp sensation.Â
âYou like that, huh?â
It take an extra few seconds to process his words, brain near mush from his attention.
âSo you do like it,â Mingyu laughs, pecking a small kiss to your shoulder, âWhat else do you like?â
Youâve only just now formed a response to his first question and now heâs asking another and heâs smirking. Itâs almost like heâs doing it on purposeâŠ
Your mouth pops open to say something, what that might have been, youâll never know because at the same time, Mingyu leans back a little and drags your hips over his, grinding his erection against your sensitive cunt. âYou like that?â
At this point, you give up on words and just nod your head fervently. Yes, I fucking like that.
His hands ghost up your sides until his thumbs are brushing against your breasts. He pauses, testing the water before diving in, and he catches the hitch in your breath. The way your head drops back just a touch like all this is making you a little dizzy. He leans forward and presses a kiss against your sternum before falling back against the pillows to take in the full picture.Â
You, perched in his lap with your back arched, pushing your aching breasts into his hands to play with. Itâs the exact shit heâs fallen victim to in a wet dream but this is real and far better because here you are, in the flesh, gripping onto his wrists and rocking your hips against him for an inkling of relief from how much heâs turned you on.
Itâs wearing his patience down and is going to bite him in the ass if he doesnât move things along. He prematurely finished one time and it still haunted him at night. Never again.
Hopefully.
Mingyu makes a miraculous maneuver, with you landing on your back at his side, somehow, without twisting or pinning someoneâs limb in the process.Â
âThat was very smooth.â
Youâre staring back up at him in wonder, partly because youâre not used to being tossed around like that, but also because heâs looking down at you with a serious, heated expression and itâs making your heart beat a little too fast.
âCan I touch you?â he askes softly and youâre immediately nodding. âYeah?â he mimics the motion in a daze, eyes glued to your mouth, âCome here.â
Easy. You kiss him, well, itâs pretty equal efforts but you get to him first, too impatient to wait even half a second more. His hand moves over your hip slowly, then shifts to brush against your naval where he rests it for a moment, heat from his skin seeping into yours.Â
Heâs planning on making good on his request, though you beat him to it again.Â
Mingyu parts his lips with a sigh when he feels your hand slide over his. Your fingers curl around his palm and you guide his hand lower. He asked to touch you and then made you wait - whether it be on purpose or just his own nerves - youâll help him help you.
He doesnât seem to mind and rewards you instantly with his thick fingers rubbing against your cunt through your panties. Your mouth falls open with a soft moan and his brows knit together right as the sound hits his ears. His gaze is unwavering and you almost wish he would just kiss you again instead of studying your face this closelyâŠthen his middle finger presses down a little harder and the sound you let out that time makes the corner of his mouth turn up into a half-smirk.Â
It doesnât even slip away when he leans down and kisses you, his smirk still obviously tugging at his lips when they touch yours. His hand pushes inside your underwear and he groans into your mouth when he feels how wet and warm you are but he doesnât have time to waste or savor the feeling because he needs you to cum on his fingers at least once before he fucks you and his will to wait it out is all but gone.Â
Youâre responsive to every stroke, gasping and whimpering, digging your nails into his arm. Your back arches up off the bed every time he pumps his fingers faster, rubbing them up against your g-spot with expert ease because, hell yeah he reads cosmo, heâs too fucking good at it to not have been guided by the devine-feminine mind.Â
Mingyuâs mouth envelopes one of your nipples and his tongue rolls against it at almost the same pace and pattern heâs rubbing your own slick into your clit and thatâs enough to send you over the edge. He tries to be patient, to let you come down before he goes reaching for a condom but he catches the time on his digital alarm clock, the numbers glaring at him in bright red.Â
It was already past midnight meaning having the house to himself is ending relatively soon.Â
You donât need the extra recovery time though, in fact, itâs the opposite. What you need is more and you need it now. âMingyuâŠâ he hums in response and you will your mouth to work again, âDo you even play basketball?â
He huffs out a laugh and shakes his head. Poking your tongue in your cheek you nod and point to his shorts, â...Off.â
Mingyu grins as he leans down and kisses you before rolling out of bed and your lips turn up into a smile, a breathless laugh floating up into the air. He drops his shorts and steps out in white Calvin Kleins stretched taut over his golden thighs, showing off every inch of his assets, and you have to prop yourself up on your elbows to even get the full picture.
Move over Marky Mark.Â
Youâre too busy staring at Mingyuâs body to notice him taking the opportunity to appreciate yours. Itâs just a brief moment to sate both your curiosities because though neither of you would prefer to admit it, youâve thought about each other naked and probably more than once. Getting handsy on your date gave you a bit of an idea but the overwhelmingly obvious dick print staring you in the face at the moment confirms your indecent theory about what Mingyu might be packingâŠ
And that has got to be the âPonyâ Ginuwine was singing about.
When your eyes meet somewhere in the middle, you both turn away quickly, embarrassed only slightly for getting caught. It was a good feeling to know that the attraction is mutual. You hear a drawer close softly and feel the dip in the bed when he slides under the covers next to you. Rolling over, you land almost nose to nose and Mingyu grins, âI like it when you check me out.â
You answer him with a kiss that starts out innocently enough but itâs such a dizzying sensation to be so wrapped up in him that whatever witty retort you had been thinking of is lost in the way his fingers squeeze into your side. He sighs against your lips when he drags you closer and your thigh settles high on his hip, wrapping your body around him tightly. Without thought or hesitation, he drives his pelvis forward, rubbing his erection into your sensitive cunt.Â
It makes you break for air, drawing too much of it into your lungs just to sharply moan through the exhale when he doesnât stop. The muscles in his arms are so taut beneath your fingers that you know heâs not doing it to tease you - heâs at his breaking point and really just canât help himself.
One hand slides down and pushes against the waistband of his briefs, rolling the material down as best you can until it catches his attention so his can finish the job himself. He groans, mostly to acknowledge your intentions, but also because heâs slowly trying to reel himself back for a moment. Just long enough to peel the last bits of clothing off you both and get a rubber on. Itâs probably one of the most ridiculously inconvenient things heâs been made to do in a long time.
Neither of you say a word as he rips open the foil, trying to keep his hands still enough to roll the condom on correctly. It feels like static in his veins, trying to sit still when everything inside his body is screaming go, go, go! You can feel it too, the buzz of anticipation, the pulse between your thighs.Â
Then, there is a pause after he rolls back over, covering your bare body with his own, and he just looks at you for a moment, mouth tight. Your hands slide over his arms, up his shoulders, and settle on his face. âEverything ok?â
âJust wanna do this right,â he whispers back, turning his face to kiss the palm of your hand.Â
The corners of your lips lift in a small smile. âFeels pretty right to me, if that helps.â
The tension in his shoulders melts away and he relaxes his pinched brows. âIt does help,â he says, one big hand stroking the outside of your thigh around his waist, âJustâŠtalk to me if there is anything you want or donât like.â
âI will,â you reassure him and he eyes you wearily one more time until you sigh, âI promise.â
That seems to be enough for him as he shifts between your legs and you let your hands fold over his shoulders, trying hopelessly to relax your body when you feel his fingers on you again. He doesnât keep them there long, just enough to make sure youâre still wet before heâs gripping his cock, guiding himself into your heat.Â
The pressure is immense and Mingyu feels you tense up beneath him. He pulls his other arm up and shifts his weight over to one side, grabbing your face with his free hand. âBreathe,â he says quietly, tipping your face up to look at him, âJust breathe, baby.â
Easier said than done but you exhale shakily and his thumb brushes against your cheek. Mingyu draws his hips back slightly and pushes further in, eyes falling to your mouth when it pops open. The feeling of fullness is all encompassing and all you can think about. So full you might burst at the seams but again, you will yourself to relax and he finally, finally bottoms out.
You let out a sharp breath and just canât seem to catch it.Â
Mingyu seems unsure of whether he should move or not and he barely gets the question out before youâre nodding. The first few thrusts are still tender and heâs still mindful of that but after a minute or so, the tides turn and youâre digging your heels into his backside, pulling him deeper.Â
Mentally, emotionally, physically deeper.Â
Heâs a romantic through and through, including in times like this where heâs drunk on pussy and pure infatuation. He canât get enough. The way you feel around him, clinging to his body, hands against his chest, eyes glued to his. Heâs in severely dangerous territory and clamps his lips shut until the words sitting there fizzle out. Patience is what he needs. In his mind and in his heart.
His body is on an entirely different page.Â
Mingyu is smooth and consistent in his movements, like water in and around you. His name spills from your lips reverently, whispered into the air between you and it feeds him, pushes him to fufill your needs in a way you knew deep down he would. Heâs a pleaser in every way.Â
So, when you slow him down with your palms firmly planted against his chest, he stops and listens. His attentiveness almost makes it harder to speak.
âCan I uhâŠlike would you mind if IâŠlaid on my stomach?â you ask unevenly, not really sure why youâre hesitating to share what you want when that is what heâs asked of you.
Mingyu looks like heâs died and gone to heaven. He doesnât even answer. Carefully, he pulls out and moves so he can roll you over, prop your hips up, and fill you right back up. This time there is no slow start. His hand settles on your back, just between your shoulder blades, and he holds you there, pinning you in place in such a way that your eyes close on contact. Perfectly content to stay put.
The room is filled with lewd noises. Skin slapping against skin. Deep grunting and moaning sounds mixed together. Your muffled voice chanting his name over and over again. Mingyuâs quiet praises tickling your ears when your head turns fuzzy.Â
Itâs a good thing no one is home because itâs almost embarrassing how loudly passionate you both are. You regret not asking Mingyu to turn on the radio to drown out the noise but itâs too late now and with another tug upwards on your hips, heâs stroking your walls just right and you hit an entirely new set of notes.Â
Mingyu can feel you squeezing around him, mewling into his pillows and heâs hanging on for dear life because youâre still skirting around the edge and heâs seconds from toppling over. An idea pops into his head, a catch twenty-two really because in doing this, he puts himself at further risk of finishing first but itâs still too enticing to pass up.Â
Somehow, he manages to roll your bodies together until he hits the mattress, successfully claiming his spot as your big spoon. He hooks his left arm under your head so that itâs rested on his bicep while his hand is free to roam your chest and his right arm snakes over your hip before you feel his middle and ring finger slip between your folds.Â
With you tightly wound up in his hold he picks up a brutal, finishing pace. He hits all the right spots and works your body until youâre seeing stars. Your breathing now harsh and uneven limits your ability to speak but you donât need to say anything at all.Â
Mingyu knows your coming and heâs going right along with you. When your orgasm hits, you bear down against him, crying out in broken sounds as he pumps his hips through his own release. He continues to hold you against his chest, gently kneading at the fleshy part of your hip.Â
He presses kisses against your hair and then carefully, he pulls out before rolling you onto your back. Mingyuâs smile is adoring and beautiful, it makes you want to bury your face in the pillows again. The blanket will have to do.Â
âWhy are you hiding?â Mingyu chuckles, grabbing at the blanket, âWas it that bad?â
You flip the sheet down and give him a blank stare.Â
âShut up,â you bite, a hint of a smile appearing, âYou know it was good. Better than good.â
âHow good?â he smirks.Â
With an eye roll, you pull the blanket up just high enough to cover the lower half of your face. âReally fucking goodâŠand youâre not even slightly winded.â
Heâs on top of the world.Â
âMy stamina is just another one of my many desirable qualities,â he half-shrugs, âIf youâre still not in love with me, Iâm happy to keep trying.â
âWill you stop when I do?â
âNot a chance,â he grins, one hand squeezing your thigh as he swoops in to steal another kiss, âStay with me tonight. Iâll make you anything you want for breakfastâ
You pretend to think about it when you know youâll say yes, and not just because you donât have a car. A sleepover? With your hot boyfriend? Who just rocked your world and will probably do it again and then cook for you in the morning? Yeah, thatâs a no-brainer.
âI could probably be convinced if you find me something comfy to wear and have a spare pack of noodlesâŠIâm starving.â
Mingyu jumps out of bed, the sight of his bare cheeks making you turn and giggle. âIâm about to make you the best noodles of your life,â he walks over to his dresser pulling out underwear for himself, a clean t-shirt, and blue-plaid pajama pants, then he tugs open another drawer and turns to you, holding out a big soft-looking jacket, âI think youâll like this one. I donât have any pants that will fit you but this is pretty long. Oooh,â he pauses, âI didnât think about underwear when I-â
âRuined mine?â you raise your brow teasingly, sitting up and making grabby hands for the sweater he tosses to you.
He scoffs, tip of his tongue poking at his teeth. âYeah, thatâs my bad.â
Your voice is muffled as you pull the sweater over your head before climbing out of bed, pleased that it indeed covers you well. âItâs okay. Itâs not the first time and Iâm sure it wonât be the last. Iâve learned to keep an extra pair in my bag.â You mention this so casually that heâs stunned when you walk over to grab said panties from your bag and kiss his cheek before turning to leave, âIâm gonna go clean up. Meet you in the kitchen for those mind blowing noodles?â
Mingyu hollers back as you near the bathroom door. âIâll blow your mind in the kitchen alright!â
He slumps against the dresser when he hears you respond with, âIâm sure you will, babe!â
Babe. Ugh, youâre so it for him.Â
The steam of the shower mixed with some kind of masculine aroma in Mingyuâs body wash gives off the same feeling of being in his arms and the thought warms your belly again. Itâs almost embarrassing, how much you want him just after having him in full, but youâre sure heâd be happy to oblige even if you so much as hinted at it.Â
Maybe he will blow your mind in the kitchen.
As youâre wrapping up and getting dressed you hear music, oddly loud for the hour but itâs vaguely familiar, still muffled by the sound of the vents running to air out the steam in the bathroom. Then thereâs a crash, not earth shattering but enough that youâre slightly concerned. You hurry to hang your towel and pull on your clean underwear and his sweater when you hear another bump against the wall. ThenâŠsinging?
âKiss meeee out of the bearded bobby~â
âNIGHTLYYYY beside the greanbeann grass~â
You poke your head into the hallway, âUmâŠMingyu?â
âSWIIINGG SWIINNG-â
âSwing the spinnnning stem~â
Definitely not Mingyu. Also, definitely not the right words to this song but your interest is piqued.
You come around the corner to find him in the center of the living room, quietly laughing, holding the hand of one of his very jovial (probably drunk) maybe roommates while the other (definitely drunk) maybe roommate is spinning around them in circles, bumping into things along the way.Â
The one with bright blonde hair pokes Mingyu mid-spin, âYou wear the shoes and Iâll wear a dressss~â
Then the his drinking partner joins in and their both belting out, âoOHHH Kiss meeee, beneath the melting twilight~â
Mingyu points to the blonde and shouts over the noise, âThat oneâs Hoshi.â
 âLead meeee, out on the moonlit flooOr!â
He gestures at the one hanging off his arm, the tall boy with shaggy black hair, âThis oneâs Minghao. Theyâre plastered, obviously.â
Theyâre delightful and Hoshi is coming your way with a cat-like smile. He bows, almost stumbles, and reaches for your hand which youâre happy to share. âLift your open handâŠâ he serenades, lifting yours into the air, âStrike up the band and make firefights dance silver moons sparkly~â
And he spins you away so quickly you almost stumble but Mingyu catches you around the waist with Minghao singing over your shoulder in a whisper, âSo, kiss me.â
And Mingyu does, of course, heâs not going to miss the opportunity. Minghao grins, leaning against the wall to catch his balance, and Hoshi clapsâŠa little bit like a buffoon but you really like them both. Mingyu must really love them because he doesnât complain one bit about the noise and overly dramatic show, especially with it being your first impression. It helps that he knows how laid back you are and can see the delight still dancing in your eyes.Â
He does however, turn down the music on the stereo so everyone can talk without shouting.Â
âYou do know you guys are supposed to be serving the alcoholâŠnot drinking itâŠright?â
âDonât be r- *hiccup* -rude!â Hoshi flaps his hand dismissively, âIâll tell your pretty girlfriend about all the times we had to hold your hair back, our sweet little Mingoo ~â
Minghao giggles, bumping into Hoshiâs shoulder, âOr about how you,â he pauses, the two of them bursting into hysterics as Mingyu sighs like he knows whatâs coming. Minghao wipes away a tear, still cackling, âAbout how you got totally tanked that weekend you first started working at Wheelieâs and whined alllll nighttttt-â
Hoshi whacks Mingyuâs shoulder laughing and then looks at you, âHe wouldnât shut up about you the entire night. Crying into his beerâŠbecause he thought you were dating the DJ.â
Your hand flies over your mouth, giggling up at your boyfriend who is being a really good sport right now. Even as he pokes his tongue into his cheek, shaking his head at his friends.Â
âVernon and I were never dating,â you fake sniffle, âSadly.â
âSadly?!â Mingyu swings his head around toward you, âI thought the soulmate thing was a joke?â he laughs.
âOh, baby, it is a joke,â you reassure him, patting his chest gently but just when he relaxes you whisper, âUntil it isnât.â
Hoshi sticks out his hand as heâs stumbling toward the kitchen and you land a low-five as he goes, and one up top when Minghao follows behind him excitedly mumbling about making drinks for everyone, then Hoshi is shouting about noodles âfor the love of god, we need more noodles!â
Mingyu sighs and you know heâs about to complain that he no longer has you to himself. Can practically hear it in your head already. So, you cut him off before he can start, tugging him down into a kiss hot enough to make him groan against your lips as his hands dip down to take handfuls of you.Â
Then heâs laughing, falling out of rythym and you pull back, smiling. âWhat?â
You squawk in surprise when he smacks your ass and says, âYou know youâre still not wearing pants, right?â
Actually, you forgot because of the whole song and dance thing.Â
âThatâs embarrassing,â you mumble, tugging his sweater further down your thighs, âI could go throw my work pants-â
âI can try to find you som-â
You both look toward the kitchen when music starts playing and Mingyu shakes his head, almost regretting stowing his portable radio in there for when heâs cooking. Itâs quiet for a few seconds and then, like someone cranked the volume all the way up, itâs starts blasting and theyâre both singing.
âOoooh baby, baybay, b-baby, baybaby, oooh baby-â
Mingyu just laughs. âOn second thought, donât even worry about it. They arenât going to remember anything tomorrow morning anyway.â
âI like them,â you grin.
His shoulder shake with mirth, âOf course you do.â
You giggle when one of the guys starts shouting the words and grab Mingyuâs hand, pulling him along behind you. âCome on, noodles, drinks, Salt-n-Pepa,â he fake groans and you squeeze his hand, âThis is the most fun Iâve had at a sleepover in years.â
Then heâs grinning, âWell, we can make it a regular thing if you want.â
You turn, just before you get to the kitchen and push up to kiss his cheek, âWhatever you say, Hot Wheels.â
âOh, come on,â he drags his feet after you, âCan we pick a new nickname?!â
âSure. Come on, Coach Kim. Letâs go play in the kitchen.â
He stumbles a step and shakes his head. âAm I supposed to pretend it doesnât make me kind of horny when you call me that? God, please donât hold that against me. I am only a man.â
Oh? Good to know. âWhatever you say, Coach.â
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à©â©â§âË âpussy put his ass to sleep, now he callinâ me NyQuilâŠâ
Suguru x fem!reader
Suguru used to swear off relationships, he liked to fuck and labels were exhausting. He felt strongly about this, until he had met you. He liked the intimacy, the connection, and the safety he felt with you. At times, he wondered the possibility of soulmates with the way you two seemed to fit into each other so naturally.
Your pussy being able to put him in a coma was just a bonus.
Suguru had sweat dripping from his brow, his eyes shut tight as he felt the warm stickiness of your wet cunt wrapped tightly around his thick cock. The feeling of Suguru's tip hitting your cervix nearly made you stop breathing. His cock leaking into you as he whined into your ear, âso fuckinâ good!â getting lost in the feeling of your tight cunt sucking him in. He had you in missionary, wanting needing to see your reactions every time he pounded into you roughly. Your nails dug into his soft skin, your mouth wide open letting cries of pleasure bounce on the wall.
âGuruâ, R-right there!â You let out a silent scream as a strong pressure fills your cunt. He sped up, biting your shoulder to hush his own moans and indulge in yours. âwa-it, suguru!ââ you gasped, trying to push him away. He laughed breathily at your attempts, pinning your hands above you head as your eyes began to water. âNuh uh, not going anywhere..â moving one hand to your waist to lift you up a little, perfectly battering the most sensitive part of you. You squirmed as your vision started to blur, the intense feeling made your legs shake and release liquid from your swollen and puffy pussy. You laid there lifeless, trying to breathe as suguru pulled away to watch the way you twitched.
âLook at this pussy~â he cooed when you tried to close your legs, his fingers too much for how sensitive youâve become. He pulled them apart, a sadistic look in his eye as he let a glob of cool spit land on your soaked cunt, using his thumb to spread it. You bit your lip to hold back a whine, your back arching off the bed. âIs it too much?â Your glossy eyes met his and you nodded. He leaned down to kiss your lips, âyou still gonnaâ help me cum?â You paused before nodding again, a little sniffle coming from you when you felt his dick grind against you.
âSuch a good girl, my perfect girl..â he praised, pulling back to watch his tip push into you again. He looked at the way your brows furrow, a small whimper leaving your glossy lips. Suguru smirked before shoving himself into you fully, taking a sharp intake of breath and letting his head roll back, âfuâuck..â
you immediately tried to pull away only for him to grab your soft hips. âDonât run babyâyou can take it.â His voice strained, fucking into you harder than before, finally chasing his own release. His hand wrapped around your throat, your voice squeaking up higher as you begged for him to use you. You reached up to tweak his nipples making a shiver run up his spin, a choked moan escaping him. âThatâs it baby, take that fuckinâ dick.â
He curled himself into your neck when he came, continuing his rutting to work the both of you through your orgasms. He came a lot, purring as you whispered affirmations to him. âLove your pussy..â he muttered into your ear, kissing your neck while trying to level his breathing and wrap his arms around you. You smiled and played with his hair, knowing how much he loves the feeling.
After noticing how quiet it got, you got suspicious. âsuguru?â Looking down, only to notice he had fallen asleep, still inside of you and on top of you. You groaned and rolled your eyes, âget up! suguru?! You do this every time-â you were cut off with a whine and silence again. Maybe you shouldâve riden him insteadâŠ
A/n; saw some fan art of him and now he wonât leave my mindđ also, thinking of writing hockey player!suguru, canât get the image of him skating with his long hair flowing behind him heâs so fucking fine.
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Hockeyplayer!Matt is on the ice, and a guy from the other team says something about his girl, so Matt deals with him
vibe check: based of this edit, violence, fighting descriptions, blood, fluff at the end, lowkey pick me vibes from reader but i don't actually care i love being cringe
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A/N: I got a req for hockey matt and didn't see it until i saw that edit... I know some people don't like it but angry!matt makes my coochie tingle
love and cigs, merc
It was weekly occurrence, coming to watch Matt play hockey. Sometimes you were just watching him practice, others you were watching actual games. Today was the latter, his team was playing against the rival college, a game everyone had been waiting for for months.
They had spent weeks working their way up the leagues to finally get into the final stretch against each other, the school rivalry going back decades and either side being riddled with personal beef, some petty, some slightly more serious.
It was half way through the match, Matt had already been given multiple penalties for violent behaviour, slamming kids into the ice and barriers, sometimes because they deserved it, mostly because it was fun.
There was one specific kid on the other team, Josh Anderson, and Matt fucking hated him. They went through all of school together, playing hockey against each other since they could hold a stick. Anderson had always been bigger than Matt, until he had his growth spurt, and he made it his personal mission to make Matts life a living hell purely because he could. They hadn't played against each other in nearly three years, and Matt knew he had to come down hard on him.
They spent the whole first half of the game tormenting each other, pissing each other off in every way possible. Matt had already broken a stick, whacking his first one off the barrier after Anderson got him a penalty for something ridiculous. He was by the sidelines, standing with you as you taped his new stick for him, a tradition you had started even before you started dating.
"I'm gonna fuckin' bury him" Matt said, eyes trained on Anderson as he rubbed small circles on your arm.
You were taping the stick with green tape, your favourite colour, and just letting Matt rant, "he's irrelevant, my love, don't let him get under your skin" you cooed, knowing it would go in one ear and out the other.
"I dunno who he thinks he is, fuckin' pussy always coming after me like I wont break his jaw" Matt wasn't listening to you, but you didn't mind, you knew what he was like when he got in the zone for hockey, especially when he was pissed off.
You finished taping up his stick, scanning it with a satisfied hum and handing it to him, catching his attention. He looked to you with a clenched jaw that relaxed the moment he looked in your soft eyes.
"thanks, baby" Matt smiled, leaning over the barriers slightly to kiss you before pulling his helmet over his head properly and putting in his mouth guard.
He pushed away, skating across the ice to take his place, waiting for the second half buzzer to go off. As it did, he pointed to you, followed by a double tap on his chest plate, one for every year you'd been together.
The game began, and they didn't hold back at all. Matt was angrier than ever, and knowing that only made Anderson more eager to piss him off. They played for about ten minutes before the score shifted in the other teams favour. Anderson skated across the ice, celebrating a goal he didn't even score and b-lined for Matt, skating past him and maintaining eye contact through their helmets.
"Yo, Sturniolo, when we win, tell your girl I want her on her knees for me in the locker rooms as my trophy" Anderson said, his tone smug as a sly grin formed on his face.
A hot rage flooded through Matt, every once of anger boiling to the surface as he watched Anderson skate around him, taunting him to do something. His jaw clenched tight, and he saw red.
Matt threw his stick on the ice, bounding over to Anderson and pushing him backwards, sending him flying back onto the ice. Everyone in the stadium gasped in sync, and you immediately stood to your feet.
"you wanna say shit about my girl? huh? say it again, I fuckin' dare you" Matt spat, pulling out his mouth guard and standing over Anderson on the ice.
Anderson just laughed, pushing himself to his feet and pulling his mouth guard out.
"still that same angry little kid, aren't you Sturniolo?" He grinned, pressing his tongue to his teeth.
"yeah, I am, and you're still the same fuckin' loser you were back then, so come on, Anderson, say something about my girl again" Matt said, squaring up to the boy, who was once double his height, that he was now eye to eye with.
Everyone in the stadium had stopped, time standing still as the whole room watched the disaster in front of them unfold, not even the ref was getting involved, knowing from the events of the first half that the boys clearly had something to sort out.
"ion' want your bum ass girl, Sturns, she's probably been passed around the whole team" Anderson chuckled, looking to the boys all standing round in anticipation.
That was all it took, before Anderson could look back, Matts gloves were off, and his fist was connected with the plastic of Andersons helmet, sending it flying across the ice as Matts knuckles connected with Andersons jaw.
Matt sent him flying onto the ice, crawling on top of him and pummelling into him relentlessly. The whole room erupted, people screaming to get Matt off him, Matts team cheering him on and Andersons team berating the ref for not stopping it. No one even tried to get involved, all slightly terrified by the sight of Matt denting the ice with the back of Andersons skull. You on the other hand, were begging security to let you on the ice, moving in a flash the moment you saw Matt take his gloves off
Matt was relentless, and Anderson was just as bad, hitting Matt back the best he could. There was a split second where Anderson was on top of Matt, laying into him and cracking the plastic face shield off the bridge of his nose. Matt simply smiled with blood covered teeth, just before cocking his head forward, head butting Anderson with the plastic of his helmet, and the next thing you knew, Matt was back on top of him, punching him over and over again.
You finally got onto the ice, struggling to walk straight as you screamed Matts name over and over again. He couldn't hear you, he was in a world of his own, laying into the nearly unconscious boy beneath him.
"Matt!" You screamed, grabbing his arm as he raised it once more to hit Anderson with a final blow.
Your touch brought Matt back to reality, his attention snapping to you immediately. His eyes were bloodshot, a bruise already forming on his definitely broken nose as bright red blood began to dry on the lower half of his face. The look of pleading on your face, the tears pricking in your eyes and your grip on Matts wrist, made all the muscles in his body relax.
"stop, please" you said, softly.
Matt looked up at you, brows flinching slightly before he looked down to Andersons groaning, stuttering body on the ice, and then back to you. You lowered your head slightly, looking at Matt through your lashes with pleading eyes. He couldn't help but crumble, getting up off the ice and near enough melting into your arms.
Your hands round his shoulders, his arms round your waist and head buried in your neck, you just stood their on the ice for what felt like forever, rubbing Matts back with slow touches as everyone began to tend to Anderson.
"lets go, yeah?" you muttered to Matt, and he nodded into your neck.
In the locker rooms,
Matt sat on the bench opposite you, his broken helmet next to him as you perched on the bench, patting the blood from his face with a damp, warm towel. He hissed with every touch, and you apologised softly nearly every time.
"that was really fucking stupid, Matt" You said, looking at his bloodied features intently.
Matt sighed, "I know" He scanned over your face as you gently cared for him.
"you could get kicked from the team" You said, shaking your head slightly
Matt hissed as you brushed his bruised and blooded nose with the towel, "I know" he repeated.
"so then why did you do it?" You asked, only a small once of judgement in your tone.
"he said shit about you" Matt admitted
You stopped your movements, pulling your eyes from Matts nose to lock eyes with him. He was already looking at you, eyes sad like a puppy. You sighed, shaking your head as an uncontrollable half smile formed on your face.
Matts bloodied hand came to your jaw, cupping your cheek in his big hand as his thumb rubbed the soft skin there.
"he started speaking about you, and - and I just lost it" Matt said, his tone soft.
You leaned into his touch, brows furrowed slightly as your eyes poured into his bright blue ones, flitting between them.
"the kid has basically bullied me my whole life, and now I'm finally just as big as he is, I jus-" Matt sighed, "I needed a reason to batter him, and he gave me one"
"me?" you questioned with tight knit brows
Matt nodded, pressing his thumb into your skin with more pressure, "you're the most important thing in my life, more than any stupid place on the team or petty childhood beef, n' I can handle him comin' for me, I don't give a fuck, but he came for you and-" frustrated tears started to form in his eyes, so he stopped talking.
You practically melted at the sight, pressing a long kiss into Matts palm,
"I love you" you said, softly.
Matt smiled slightly, despite the pain it caused him and brought your head to his lips, pressing a short kiss onto your forehead.
"I love you more" Matt replied.
Normally, you would have gotten into a twenty minute long back and forth about who loved who more, but today, Matt had earned rights to that title, and even though the way he handled the situation wasn't ideal, at least you knew you never had to doubt his love for you.
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