#he can even out-drink wrecker

[here-comes-the-moose]

One of my headcanons is that Echo can drink pretty much anyone under the table. The Bad Batch saw this for the first time they went out and were calling Rex like “should we bring him to the hospital???”

[pricesprincess]

smut mdni | cheating | fat! babysitter! fem reader

you've heard the term home wrecker.

but how can you wreck one when you were invited in it to watch over the children that occupied it.

their mother was a classic case of regretting her life choices and marrying to young meaning she was gone more than home.

her job was more important and you were pretty sure whatever man she was fucking was doing a good enough job because a few times she came home late happy as a plum and glowing with that after-sex look and the smell so heavy on her like an expensive perfume.

you were familiar with that scent seeing that john had his fingers hooked in your cheek as he fucked you in the very same bed his wife was in earlier that day making you cream on his cock twice.

everything started off slow.

it was a few nights a week when john knew he had to stay late while their mother was gone and no one to watch his four children.

one evening when you got all his kids down john cornered you in the living room for a drink and somehow you ended up gagging on his cock before sinking down on the fat girth with a small muffled moan.

"don't be too loud sweetheart, don't want to wake anyone up."

then it progressed into every night you came over, even for an hour because the kids wanted to see you and they loved the way you tucked them in before reading a bedtime story.

soon john proposed you moved into the guest room downstairs, and with it was a significant pay raise so you did it without a problem.

you were playing house and did it so well too.

the cold gold of his ring didn't bother you when he grabbed the fat of your hips to pull you back on his thick cock that speared you open on him.

john was rough as he was sweet.

he made sure to never do anything suspicious with you in front of anyone so the bite marks he left were always hidden under your clothes.

but you could never leave anything like that on him due to his wife finding out lest that she catch him naked somehow.

"ya love playing house with me, my sweet housewife who wants to give me another baby."

those words shouldn't make your pussy flutter around his cock later that night when his wife left shortly after a quick dinner and a goodbye leaving you to be the wife 2.0 and you didn't mind it for now.

your fingers dug into his shoulders as you humped his dick, his hands roamed the curves of your body, rough hands tracing the dips between your thighs and hips squeezing the fat watching the flesh spill between his thick and calloused fingers.

then he pressed the rough heel of his palm against your belly. "you'll grow my baby right here."

his words were husky and filled with a promise as he used the advantage of his feet on the bed to fuck up into you, thrusting deeply making you feel every inch of his throbbing cock that pulsed.

he loved feeling the way your cunt tried to milk him whenever he mentioned you being his wife and the mother of his children.

john glided his thumb against your swollen clit watching you come undone on top of him. your pussy was so wet and creamy leaving a ring around the base of him, creating a milky white mess.

during the day you'd have to pretend everything was normal and you didn't just have john's cum splattered on your face in the shower last night and being fucked against the cold tiled wall.

it was awful to have him like this.

only in the late night hours when sleep fell upon everyone would you be up letting john eat his cum from your gaping cunt then spit it back out followed by two thick fingers that slid inside.

he loved to make sure everything stayed like that even though there wasn't a chance he could get you pregnant with birth control.

but the fantasy was fun to think about.

being pregnant with john's baby knowing that he's coming home to you and your children.

they already accidentally called you mom, which you immediately curbed, you love them like your own, but you didn't feel comfortable with that seeing you're the babysitter and you didn't want to cause any more problems.

his wife would definitely make the rest of his life hell if she ever found out, so you two met in secret after all the lights were turned off.

weeks bled into months, and you were growing tired of the games. it ate away that the woman who no longer cared for john still got her way and had his last name.

the ring still sat on her finger, and you were pretty sure they even had sex sometimes, but you didn't want to know, so you didn't ask.

"i think it's time for me to look for another job and place to live."

john hadn't been expecting you to tell him that one evening after you got his children to sleep.

the both of you sat in the living room staring at each other. the moment he moved, you jerked back and scooted over to the plush armchair.

tension filled the room as you held the torrent of tears back but just barely when the front door swung open followed by mrs. price.

immediately, john focused his attention on her, giving you the perfect opportunity to slip out of the room and head to your already packed car.

it hurt to leave the children, but your heart couldn't take it anymore, so you left.

john called you twenty minutes later, his photo popping up on your phone, making your heart clench thinking of the man you fell in love with but couldn't have.

"hello?"

"you left."

his voice was gruff, laced with the pain of your departure.

"i did. we were just playing house john, living out a fantasy, i'm not your wife, nor will i ever be. we were stupid to begin what we did."

you hung up and blocked his number but still kept the text messages and pictures you took of him, his smile met his eyes whenever he looked at you and his kids but never his wife.

it didn't take you long to find another job, making sure to keep to yourself and tend to the children, that is until the wife fired you promptly saying you like to sleep with the dads.

thankfully she had tact about it, unlike most of the other women who called you an assortment of names carving your stomach into a pit.

john must be telling people that you're ruining homes, there was no other way for these people to even assume that you're like this.

the last job interview left a bitter taste in your mouth after hearing the parents talk about you in such a manner that made your skin tight with hurt and your eyes to water as you left their home in a rush.

rent was due and so were your other bills.

babysitting was the only way to get all that taken care of now you were staring down at the list of things that needed to be paid by the end of this month which was coming quicker than you wanted.

sitting in the driveway of your last failed interview you unblocked john's number and jabbed at your phone screen dialing his number by heart now, it's been close to a year since you started working for him.

not only did he pay you well. you were also living in his home and now you have no job or place to live.

"ello love."

his voice grated on your nerves at how he greeted you all smug like, your fingers tightened around your device and growled softy.

"mr. price, i need my last paycheck."

in the background you heard his children calling your name and part of you knew that he would use them to tug on your heart strings. "the kids would like to see you, come over and i'll get it to you."

it felt like a custody agreement more than anything the moment your car pulled into the lavish circular driveway the front door burst open as four children made a beeline to you when you got out.

john watched from the front porch as you hugged each of his kids listening to each one as they babbled on about how much they missed you and what they did while gone.

now you had to face the music and get john out of your life.

comments and relogs with tags are really appreciated <3

[gguk-n]

Hello there! Love your work on the Max Verstappen x reader fiction. If it isn't too much, can I request an angst based on the song " All I wanted was a coffee" by Samantha Ebert? You can decide the ending but, a gut wrenching angst with kelly is appreciated. Thank you!

I hope you like this, I tried to use the song in the way that I saw fit. The reader has many insecurities and bit of mommy issues. Mention of cuts and bleeding.

Part 1 of Do you love me?

I wish you loved me

{Reader’s POV}

Max and I started dating soon after he got out of a really long relationship with his ex. With Max being a Formula One driver; the details of his past were general knowledge, did I wish I didn’t know? Yes. Because in the pictures of Max and Kelly, you could see his eyes sparkled and he would smile so bright sometimes and I felt like I never got to know that Max. But every relationship is different; I couldn’t compare it, could I?

Max was loving, I mean every boyfriend is. He would sometimes forget important stuff but he was a busy man with an even busier job.

But it hurt when I saw Max with P or Kelly for that matter. His eyes would light up; I just felt like crap every time he met them, but Max never noticed. At the end of the day, Max was always around P while she was growing up, it was a given she missed him, right?

It got worse when Kelly started coming to races and meeting Max. The worst was yet to come; the other girlfriends started to side eye me whenever me and Max would interacted as if Max was Kelly’s boyfriend.

I was in the bathroom when I heard them; they were talking about how Max and Kelly looked cute together, they were the model family, that Max deserved better. Kelly even talked about all the gifts he got her and P recently. I just sat there in the cubical for a very long time.

I waited, I was dumb I know but no one’s loved me before and the fact that Max was willing to love me even for a moment felt like relief. I didn't want to let him go, I could not when there was a chance he would come back.

I waited like always, Max was always away having dinner with P since she missed him. She missed him a lot ever since we started dating. I never said anything since Max was like her father figure but it hurt.

One of those nights, I was sat drinking whiskey, it was in Max’s alcohol cabinet. The bottle was almost over. The snacks dried up soon after the third glass. I was sat on the floor, glass in hand when Max walked in. “World’s best dad everyone” I sang. “How much did you drink?” He laughed. He laughed at me. “You know my mother was right” I said, trying to get up. “She wasn’t really the best mom, now was she” Max commented. “Yeah but she was right about a lot of things and she was right about how difficult to love I was” I laughed. Max looked at me with sadness in his eyes, “don’t pity me Max.... How could Kelly steal you from me?” I cried. Max said nothing. “No no sorry sorry, how can something be stolen from me when it was never mine to begin with.” I laughed bitterly taking the last swig from my glass. “The alcohol’s gone Max, just like your feelings for me or did you ever have them to begin with?” I slurred.

“Y/N I” Max began. “No Max, you’re not at fault. It’s my fault for coming between 2 lovers. You should’ve told me that you loved her, I would’ve never dated you” I cried for the first time tonight in front of Max. As I steadied myself, the whiskey bottle fell and broke, and I tried to pick up the pieces but ended up cutting myself. “Hehe look Max I’m bleeding” I giggled holding up my hand. “Y/N let’s clean that up” Max said trying to hold my hand. “NO, Kelly won’t like it. I’m not a home wrecker...or maybe I am” I laughed bitterly. “Let me help you” Max pleaded. “You look at me with so much concern for the first time since we started dating” I pointed out. Max’s eyes bore into mine. I tried to walk away but ended up stepping on the glass. “Look I’m bleeding from my foot now too. At least now people can see that I’m hurting since I’ll have bandages all over me. My heart ache gets missed every time, you know. Maybe now, they might see my hurt, for once” I said with fresh tears forming.

“Mothers are always right. I’m unlovable, always been. If only I was pretty, if only I was a model, if only I was thinner, if only I was….Kelly Piquet, then you would’ve loved me. But I’m me, I’m plain old difficult to love, Y/N that’s why I’m unlovable” I chuckled. “Let’s go to the hospital” he pleaded again. “No, I’ll take care of myself. Don’t worry about me anymore. I’ll be out of your hair before you know it. Then you can have your happy ever after with Kelly” I laughed bitterly. “Did you ever love me?” I asked. Max was quiet. “I was just a rebound wasn’t I. Tell me you really loved me even for a second” I begged. “I’m sorry.” He said.

I grabbed my phone with my other hand while bleeding on to the floor; “don’t worry. I’ll clean your place before I leave” I said looking at the trail of blood I was leaving and dialled my phone calling the only person I knew in Monaco, the only person who didn’t hate me or talk badly about me, Lewis. “Lewis, Hi....I need to go to the hospital. I’m bleeding” I giggled. “Are you drunk? How did you hurt your self? Where are you?” He asked concerned. “Yes, yes, home no wait, Max’s home” I answered. I heard him sigh. “Where Max?” He asked. “He’s here” I said looking up at Max. “Ask him to take you now?” Lewis suggested. “NO, we broke up, and ex-boyfriend’s don’t take their ex-girlfriend’s to the doctor” I explained. “What?” He asked shocked. “Please Lewis, it hurts. Can you come soon?” I asked. “I’ll be there soon” Lewis said and cut the call. I sat there and looked at Max, “The whiskey tasted sweet as always and you sobered me up so fast” I sighed looking at the mess I had made.

Lewis came to take me to the hospital; he did not speak to Max. I guess even he knew what was going on. I didn’t see Max again after that either.

[rosenclaws]

could i request #92 with eddie and logan if possible? i absolutely love your writing and congrats on 600!!

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI, fem!reader, threesome, dirty talk, unprotected sex, rough sex, overstimulation, creampie, anal, crying, fingering, logan and eddie banter, eddie gets cut slightly by Logans claws

92 - “I can’t- please- I can’t-”

600 follower drabble masterlist

wc: 1.8k

a/n: this is such a good fucking idea oh my goddd. I was so excited to write this and I loveee both of them. I hope you like it!!

Logan never liked to share. Ever. He was possessive to a fault. Sometimes his jealousy boarded toxic but usually it ended in the best case scenario. Getting your brains fucked out. This time however, played a little differently.

New York City was the best and even as Logan grumbled about the busy city he followed you without question. A small bar with bras hanging on the walls ended up being the place you spent your night. Logan was grabbing the two of you drinks when a man approached you.

"Hey, I've never seen you here before." He flashes a handsome smile, a cigarette resting in his mouth.

“Just passing through.” You hum as you take in the stranger.

You and Logan had…talked about expanding things in the bedroom. Bringing in a third to make things a little interesting. Logan would rather chop off his dick than let anyone else touch you. Especially no one at the mansion. A stranger you’d never see again however, that's a different story.

“The names Eddie. I live in the apartment upstairs if you want to come and see the view.”

“The view down here is just fine.” Logan butts in. Getting physically between you and Eddie. He stares Eddie down. Ready to unsheathe is claws if you asked him to. Instead you put your hand on his closed fists and rub softly.

“Logan this is Eddie, remember what we talked about…” You whisper in his ear. Logan growls but stops glaring daggers into the other man.

“Look I’m not a home wrecker. I’m sorry if I’m stepping on your guard dogs tail I just thought you’re a beautiful girl and wanted to come talk to you.” Eddie smirks when he sees Logan’s eyes flash with anger at his words. He’s seriously going back off but there's a part of him that enjoys this.

“Hold on Eddie.” You grab his wrist and ask him to sit.

Explaining that you and Logan were exclusive but open minded and Eddie wasn’t looking for anything more than a one night stand. Logan doesn’t take his hand off your thigh as Eddie flirts up a storm with both you and himself. Logan was hard to break but Eddie wanted to see the dog bite. Eventually he brings you up to his apartment.

“You sure you’re okay with this?” You ask Logan sweetly.

Logan nods and pulls you into a feverish kiss. Is he thrilled about sharing you, no. But he knows that your his no matter what. Plus he gets to prove to you that no one is better than him.

“Getting started already?” Eddie hums as he watches you and Logan make out.

Logan tugs your shirt over your head. Without thinking he unsheathes his claws to cut your bra strap. Eddie chokes on his drink as he sees the sharp claws. Logan looks over and smirks.

“Scared of a little metal, boy?” Eddie gulps, feeling his pants get tighter.

“Not at all, don’t hurt yourself old man.” He mumbles as he beckons the two of you into his room.

In an instant you go from Logan’s arms to Eddies as he kisses you. His hands squeezing your breasts as Logan gets rid of the rest of your clothes. Eddie's lips trail down until he's kissing and biting your chest. You gasp in a slight bit of pain as bites your nipple.

"Watch it." Logan grumbles but you calm him.

"I can handle a little pain." You hum and Eddie just smiles.

Clothes fly everywhere and it all becomes a blur. Eddie and Logan banter back and forth as it soon becomes a pissing contest. Who can make you scream the loudest? Come the hardest? You loved every second of it. The foreplay is nice but you were craving more. Eddie's the first to take pity on you.

"Think we've teased her enough Logan." His fingers fuck your cunt slowly. You're leaking onto the sheets, making a mess as the two men play with you like a toy.

"Can I fuck your sweet pussy?" Eddie asks as he pulls his fingers out.

He moves to put them in his mouth but Logan grabs his wrist. Sucking your juices off his fingers. Logan winks and buries his own two fingers inside of you. Eddie is a handsome man but Logan is massive. His fingers already stretching you tight.

"Yes please!" You whine as you grab Eddie's cock in your hand.

"You better take care of her cunt Alden, because only I get to claim her ass." Logan takes his soaking wet fingers and pushes them slowly into your ass.

Your breath hitches as he works you open. Going nice and slow as to not hurt you. Once he's satisfied he manhandles you until your ass is up and your face is resting on Eddies chest. Eddie groans as your cunt hovers over his cock. The anticipation is killing you.

"Come on, don't chicken out now." Logan holds your waist as Eddie guides his dick into your folds.

You gasp as Logan lets go and you drop onto his cock. Taking all of it at once. Eddie moans as he feels you squeezing him tight. Your eyes are shut as you try and breathe, already feeling so full but know there's more to come.

"Just relax sweetheart." Logan whispers as he kisses the side of your head. Eddie links his hands with yours as Logan stuffs himself inside of you. He's going much too slow for your liking. Logan locks your hips into place. Refusing to let you move.

"Patience." Logan groans. The tight feel of your ass coupled with the knowledge you're being filled in two different holes, it sets him off. After a few minutes of silence you start to worry the boys.

“You alright there sweetheart?” Logan grabs your chin roughly and tilts your head up.

“Look at her, she can’t talk right now big man.” Eddie hums as he bucks his hips. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as Eddie’s cock nudges something deep inside of your cunt.

“Yeah she can, I know my girl Alden.” Logan feels a low growl in his throat.

“I’m sure you do, but now so do I.” Eddie grins as he sees the anger flare in Logan’s eyes.

“Just shut up and fuck me.” You groan as your head falls onto Eddie’s chest.

“You heard your girl." It's a miracle the two of them can find a rhythm. Working in tandem to take you apart with every move of their hips. As Logan moves back Eddie fucks up and vice verse. Basically giving you no time to rest.

"That all you got, I'd have her coming by now." Logan taunts as he slaps your ass.

"Shut up." Eddie grits out of his teeth as his hand reaches down to play with your clit.

"Fuck!" You wail as the sensation rocks your body.

"That feel good baby? Tell me who fucks you better, Me or the old man?" Eddie picks up his pace while relentlessly rubbing your clit.

You can barely get a word out as you come hard on his cock. Squeezing both of them as your orgasm shakes every nerve. Logan and Eddie don't slow down, Somehow going even harder than before. Desperate for their own release.

“I can’t- please- I can’t-” You cry as they lock you between their bodies.

Nonstop pleasure coursing through your body. It's too much. The strong hands, the messy kisses, the sounds, the feeling of their cocks together. Tears start to stream down your face but you don't want them to stop. You could live in this feeling for the rest of your life.

"Fuck fuck fuck!" Eddie's pace becomes erratic.

Grabbing your face and pulling you down for a hot kiss. His hips slam up into you one more time before he comes, gushing inside of you. He's panting as his stamina gives out.

Logan smirks as he continues to fuck your ass. A silent win in his head to know that his sexual prowess is still unmatched. "Almost there sweetheart, just a little more." His thrusts are powerful enough to move you up and down Eddies cock.

"Shit, never felt this good in my fucking life." Eddie groans as the overstimulation starts to kick in. Every little bounce is dialed up to eleven. Logan grabs your waist and holds you up as he pounds into you.

"Gonna fill your fucking ass , such a dirty girl having two men's cum dripping out of you. He growls. You sigh happily as you dig your nails into Logan's arms. Logan moans, tilting his head back as he comes deep in your ass.

"Fuck!" Eddie hisses as Logans claws come out. One of them catching his side. You look up and gasp as you see a small amount of blood seep down onto the sheets.

"Are you okay?" You gently trace around the cut, worried that Eddie would freak out. Instead he just smiles and cups your face.

"Don't worry about me baby, I can handle a little pain." He says with a wink. He kisses your forehead as Logan reluctantly pulls out.

"You okay?" Logan checks on you first and once you give him the okay he turns his attention to Eddie.

"Sorry about that." He does feel a little bad for hurting him. Logan disappears into bathroom for a towel. Cleaning up you and Eddie as you melt into Eddies bed.

"Just give me ten minutes." You groan as your body starts to ache. The aftermath with Logan is always brutal on your body but after Logan and Eddie? You need ample recovery time.

"You guys can stay here if you want." Eddie offers and Logan raises an eyebrow.

"Just for tonight old man." Logan takes one look at you and you're already asleep.

"Just the night." Logan crawls in next to you.

Eddie's bed was a tight fit but somehow all three of you managed to fit. Eddie reaches over and grabs his lighter and cigarettes, offering one to Logan. Logan looks at it and Eddie chuckles.

"You don't smoke?"

"I do, just not these." Still Logan takes one and lets Eddie light it for him.

"So I'm never gonna see you guys again huh?" Eddie asks.

"Probably not. Not everyone is so...open to people like us." Logans arm rests protectively around you.

Eddie couldn't care less about mutants but had they picked the wrong person, who knows how the night could have gone.

"I get it." There's a silence between the two men.

Eddie liked you and he liked Logan. He wouldn't mind having you guys around a little longer but this was just a one night thing. By the time he wakes up the next morning they're already gone. Just a note left by you thanking him for the night. Eddie sighs as he cleans up the remnants of last night, catching a glimpse of the cut in his mirror.

It scars but that's okay. It's forever a reminder of that night.

[thestraybunny]

Heartrate| K.MG

Pairing: Non-idol Kim Mingyu x Afab! reader, mention of Jeon Wonwoo x Afab!Reader WC: 15.1K Genre: Non-Idol AU, Romance Rating: E (18+, MDNI) Warnings: Slight violence, Drinking, Sex under the influence, Mingyu is a bit of an idiot but we love him, a little angst, fluff, Mingyu just sexy

Summary: Jeon Wonwoo can kiss your ass for making you come out tonight.

A/N: This is part of the Seventeen K-Series and was loosely inspired by Mingyu in the Eyes On You M/V, just the part where he fights people, not dies. But Mingyu, oh Mingyu. Hes one of my top three Wreckers and he literally destroys me. ^.^ enjoy!

Jeon Wonwoo can kiss your ass for making you come out tonight.

Just because his introverted ass didn’t want to be dragged out alone by his social butterfly of a best friend and roommate, he had to drag your equally as introverted self out for a night out.

“You owe me.” You remember he texted you earlier that day, “I have helped you out several times. You can do this for me.”

One, you didn’t owe your friend shit since one of thetimes he was referring to, where he posed as your wedding date for your dad's 3rd wedding, you paid him at least 300,000 won and he got a free destination trip out of it. Not to mention, you gave him some of the best sex of his life that weekend too. No, you do not owe Jeon Wonwoo shit.

Yet here you are, sitting in the corner of a large booth, surrounded by several of his and his roommate’s friends and an untouched drink in front of you. Watching as everyone around you talked loudly, laughing, drinking and Soonyoung looked like he was ready to cry for the second time that night. It wasn’t even midnight yet.

“Are you doing, okay?” It was Hansol who had asked you, sitting across from you, and your eyes casted up to the younger man. You could tell he was watching you for a while by his sympathetic smile, especially since Wonwoo had been pulled away from the table a while back by some of the guys to the bar. His roommate being the main one dragging him, and all your friend could do was give you an apologetic glance. “You look like you want to run away.”

This caught the attention of Joshua and Seungcheol who were sitting next to both of you and turned to you. This made you shift uncomfortably because you were not one to like to be in the center of attention or called out for your lack of social interest. You weren’t that close to Wonwoo’s friends, but they were always so friendly toward you when he did drag you out.

They also knew you were a bigger introvert than your glasses wielding friend and went out way less than he did. In fact, the group was surprised you even showed up with him, but his best friend/roommate, Mingyu, was overly ecstatic to see you. Engulfing you into a near back breaking hug the moment he laid his eyes on you, wearing that dazzling smile he would sport when seeing you. Just like they always did when you would come around.

“That makes me sound like I’m an antisocial bitch who doesn’t like to be around you guys.” You sigh, finally reaching for your drink. Most the ice has melted, so the once very sweet drink tasted watered down, but either way you drank it. No one responded, they just stared at you, “Okay I am antisocial, but I do like being around you guys… Just…”

“Not in a place like this.” Seungcheol finished for you, and you nodded. Pouring you a shot of soju, he pushed it across the table to you, “Trust me I get it. I rather be home right now with my girl, or in game with some of these assholes. But you know how Mingyu is.”

“Or even a quiet bar that isn’t packed full of people. But what Mingyu wants, we all give him, right?” You accept the shot with a smile.

“Not every…ow! The fuck Seungcheol,” Joshua gave the eldest of the friend group a dirty look, but you had missed the silent exchange the two men had. Too busy throwing back the soju shot.

“Where is Wonwoo? He normally would find his way back over by now.” You mumble, looking around for him, but in the packed club, he was nowhere to be seen. Instead under the strobe of lights, you laid your eyes on the tall figure making his way through the crowd.

The lights would hit his face every so often, and you could see his smile still as wide, with the rounds of his cheeks and smile lines prominent. The way the different color lights would hit his tanned skin emphasized how good looking he was, and you found yourself unable to tear your gaze from him. And it felt like his eyes were on you.

Dark hair falling past his brow, a black vest top under a matching button up that he left several undone at the top. He was in a pair a faded relaxed jeans, and what looked like a pair of boots. An odd choice to go to a club where he would be dancing with girls who wear opened toe heels. Kim Mingyu looked like he walked right out of a photoshoot, and ready for the night on the town.

He was there to impress and have fun. Dragging everyone with him.

Wonwoo was still nowhere to be found, and you were starting to get a little anxious. He didn’t ditch you, did he?

“Noona! Come dance with me!” Mingyu’s voice rang out over the music, his smile widening. Something you didn’t know was possible either, feeling the eyes of his friends on you, but you couldn’t look away from him. You watch as he turns his attention to Joshua, “Move.”

Joshua was up thinking that you were going to get out to go with Mingyu, but instead the younger man dropped down into his seat. Leaving the older man shocked and the group still at the table laughing. He then took the chair that had once belonged to Seungkwan, who was somewhere on the dance floor with Seokmin and several others. Muttering something that only earned an elbow from Mingyu as he holds your gaze.

“What you say? You came all the way out tonight, you gotta join me on the dance floor at least once and share a shot with me.” He grabbed the soju bottle that was in the middle of the table, pulling two empty shot glasses in front of him. He was a little sloppy pouring them but pushed one into your hand. Turning his whole upper body to face you, his smile blinding. “To a night of the unexpected!”

You hadn’t said a single word in this entire exchange, the small glass of clear liquid in your hands waiting to be drank with Mingyu. Instead, you looked at him with wide eyes and mouth slightly dropped, forgetting that you two were in the middle of the club with his and Wonwoo’s friends.

Then it was like you were on autopilot, moving the shot up to your lips as Mingyu did. Since you were older than Mingyu, he typically would turn away, but instead you both kept your eyes fixed on each other as you both took it. Setting the glass down, the younger man reached out and took yours from you.

“Come dance with me now.” He spoke again, his voice still loud enough for you to hear him over the music, but soft enough that sounded like a small plea, his hand engulfing yours, as he pulls you to stand up. Normally you were able to resist the taller man, telling him no, and felt yourself was invincible to his little whine that came with puppy dog eyes.

But this time you didn’t as you nod, sliding out of the booth to go with him to the dance floor. The alcohol mixed with the way the lights were hitting Mingyu made your normal reservations dissipate, and you let him take the lead.

To a night of the unexpected.

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The dance floor was sweltering with the numerous bodies pressed together under the colorful strobes, having fun and dancing to a remix that was blasting over the speakers. So loud that you almost couldn’t think, and Mingyu’s close presence didn’t help much either.

You had found Wonwoo once on the dance floor, the poor man somehow in the middle of Seungkwan, Seokmin, and Soonyoung. The three of them looked like they were all possessed or having seizures while the glasses wielded man was dancing in tiny. From the look on his face, he was a mixture of embarrassed by the BooSeokSoon cage he was in, amused by their antics, and off in his own world. Like he was stuck there for the time being and had to make the most of it.

He made eye contact with you when you first got on the floor, giving you a small smirk before going back to dancing. Your attention hadn’t been on your friend long, feeling Mingyu pull you against him, his hands moving to rest on your hips as yours moved to rest on his shoulders. Your eyes moved back to the smile that he hasn’t left since walking up to the table, his little vampire like canines on full display.

“You having fun?” he asks having to yell, but you could barely hear him over the music. It was so much louder on the dance floor then in the booth you were originally hiding in and if it wasn’t for how close the two of you were, you might not have been able to hear him at all. “Or would you rather be hiding away in your little apartment with your books?”

“Well, of course given the choice, I’d rather be at home with my books. I am reading a particularly good one right now about pirates and sirens.” You answer him as he leans down to hear you better, and you got a whiff of the perfume he was wearing. Sweet with a cedar undertone. You have smelled it on him before, but in passing, not up close as it was now. The way it mixed with the natural scent of Mingyu filled your senses and was near intoxicating.

“Well, how can I compete with that,” Mingyu let out a chuckle, and you could only blink at him, catching the hidden sarcastic tone to his joke. “But I am glad you came out. What did Wonwoo-Hyung gotta do to convince you.”

“Blackmail mostly, and the promise of buying me food after.” You answer, and this made the younger man laugh as he looks down to you. Even with the height of your heels, he still towered over you. “Calling in on favors that I didn’t know I owed him.”

“Ah so he used my tactic that I use on him.” He looked so proud of this bit of information, and it actually made you chuckle, looking away for a moment to see that Joshua had joined the cage that was surrounding Wonwoo. You weren’t sure what the four were doing, but it didn’t look like dancing.

“Should we go save him from those four?” You ask, and Mingyu followed your gaze to your shared friend and his four captives. Now five since Jun had just gotten there and was on the dance floor in an instant. “Well, five now.”

“Nah, he’s going to be okay. He’ll escape when he’s ready.” Mingyu voice was so much closer to your ear, and you could feel his breath brush against your hot skin. It was cooling against the warmth of the lights but added its own set of heat that started to pass over your entire body. When you turned your eyes back to the man you were dancing with, you realized he had leaned in further and you nearly bumped noses with him. “Let’s just keep dancing.”

His strong hands moved from your hips to your waist, before slowly trailing them up your spine then back down. All while keeping your body pressed against his tall muscular frame, and you didn’t miss the way his gaze dropped down to your lips for the briefest of moments. When he did this, you honestly thought he was going to kiss you, instead Mingyu leaned back slightly to get lost in the music as you danced together. And you felt like you were short circuiting.

Swaying you in rhythm of his body, you were suddenly very aware of what was happening. Your body was not only hot from the hot club lights, from the crowded dance floor, or the alcohol coursing through your system. It was also from Kim Mingyu.

You became painfully aware of the way his muscles moved and felt even under the layers of clothes, the heat radiating from him was hotter than anything else in this place. So hot that you were surprised the soft material of your dress wasn’t starting to singe away under his touch. That you hadn’t caught fire when you were feeling like you were going to combust.

“You look beautiful tonight,” His mouth was close to your ear again, the familiar feeling of his breath against your skin was back. Now mixed with this sudden compliment, you didn’t know what to think. You tried to pull away, but his hold was firm, so the most you could do was pull your head back to look at him. There was something different by the way he was looking at you, like you were the stars and the moon in the sky, “I mean you always do, but tonight, you are radiant.”

Where was this coming from? In all the years that you knew Mingyu as Wonwoo’s roommate/best friend he had never shown any interest in you, and he most definitely never told you that you were beautiful… or radiant. Normally if you came by their apartment or saw him when you had dinner with them, he would keep all conversations casual. It had to of been the alcohol talking, the loud music pounding in your ears, the closeness of your bodies. Mingyu did not see you as anything more than Wonwoo’s friend.

So, why did it feel like he wanted to kiss you?

“I need to get some air.” You suddenly yelled, sliding your hands from his shoulders to his chest, pushing him back to let go of you. Which he did with no resistance, but his face wore a look of confusion. “Thanks for the dance.”

You didn’t give him a chance to respond before you turned and rushed toward the door, stopping at the booth to grab your bag. Vernon and Seungcheol were still at the table and had taken the liberty to watch over the satchel for you. They looked confused when seeing the flustered look on your face, and how you bowed your head in apologies. From the dance floor, the rest of the group stopped to watch you in equal confusion.

Mingyu stood where you left him, while Wonwoo tried to push passed Seokmin and Soonyoung to stop you, but you were already heading for the door. You needed to make an exit and fast. Whether you were going to come back was still in the air, suddenly wanting to go home and hide under your large, weighted blanket with your book. Music playing softly from your home speakers and not so loud you couldn’t think.

Think of anything other than the way Mingyu was looking at you.

When the cool night air hit your face, you felt a rush of relief hit you. The feeling of being able to breathe again, and the places where Mingyu had touched cooling down. You didn’t know what to think as you almost stumbled back when your heel caught a crack in the sidewalk. What was that back there?

“Fuck,” You grunted, undoing the heel when it wouldn’t budge, and tried to pull it off with your hands. It finally came loose, and you were quick to shove it back on your foot and lacing it back around your ankle. Moving to the side of the building, you leaned against the cool brick wall of the club. Helping you center yourself better and looking back to see if anyone followed you.

You were sure that Wonwoo saw the interaction and would be following you or cornering Mingyu to demand what happened. It was only a matter of time before him or another person from his friend group came out to check on you. You may not be close to them, but they still would look out for you and kept in touch. Only you hoped it would be anyone but Mingyu, not sure if you can face him.

Leaning your head back against the wall, you contemplated to just leave. Text Wonwoo and tell him that you fulfilled the favor but now you were going to go home. Maybe put some distance between you and Mingyu for a while, but the people pleaser in you didn’t want to hurt his feelings because you don’t know how to react to his sudden interest.

“Why hello there beautiful,” A voice spoke next to you, one you didn’t recognize, causing you to turn your head toward a man you had never seen before. He must have just walked up because you didn’t see anyone other than the bouncer originally, and now he was leaning next to you with a lopsided grin on his face. He looked to be around your age or older, and he was not bad looking, but not your type at all. Nor did you like the way his drunk eyes raked over you. It wasn’t the way Mingyu would look at you. “What are you doing out here by yourself? Looking for company?”

He pulls out a pack of cigarettes to offer you one, which you shook your head as you finally spoke, “Sorry, I don’t smoke.”

“What about some company?” You flinch when he reaches out and brushes your bare shoulder with a knuckle and you pushed off the wall to move back to the front of the club. Maybe back inside to find one of the guys so he would leave you alone.

“No thank you, I am here with friends, so I have plenty of company.” You decline going to walk away when you felt him grab your wrist to bring you back. You tried to pull away, but he held onto you. “Let go.”

“Why? I am good company.”

“Let go, please.” You tell him again, trying to pull your wrist away from him. Even though you didn’t look it, you were strong enough to hold your own and typically can protect yourself if needed, but you weren’t able to break his hold.

“Come on, I don’t bite. You’ll have fun with me,” the hold he had on your wrist tightened, and you were close to screaming for the bouncer and kick him in the balls when a sudden fist connected with the guy's face. Causing him to let go of you.  

You take a step back with your hands flying up to cover your mouth in shock, staring at an equally shocked Mingyu. He was staring at both his hand and the guy now on the ground holding his jaw. You both heard the footsteps of the bouncer making his way around the corner. Before you could even think, you grabbed Mingyu’s hand.

“Come on,” you tell him, pulling him to run with you. After nearly tripping over the guy, Mingyu started to run too. There was yelling behind you both, but neither of you looked back.

When you started to fall behind because of your heels, instead of stopping to help you take them off, Mingyu scooped you into his arms like you were nothing. Barely stopping to pick you up before he continued to run, glancing down toward you with a lopsided smile.

It wasn’t for another few blocks until he finally slowed to a stop and let you down. Dropping his hands to his knees to catch his breath, though it didn’t sound like he needed to. Looking up toward you, that same lopsided smile returned as he straightened, “Didn’t think the first time I got to pick you up was to help you run away.”

For some reason this made you burst out laughing, which he chuckled in confusion before it turned into a full belly laugh. Neither of you were sure why you were laughing, Mingyu assaulted someone to protect you and you both ran from it. There was nothing funny about what happened, but you both couldn’t stop.

“Is your hand okay?” You finally get out, grabbing his hand to check it, his knuckles already looking like they were bruising. While you were looking over his hand, you didn’t catch that he was just watching you. “You look like you hit him pretty hard.”

“I’m okay. No one is allowed to touch you like that without your permission.” He answers, as you look back up to him. His gaze was on you the same way it was on the dance floor, like you were the stars and the moon. “He has no right to touch you like that, especially when you told him to let you go…. Honestly, are you okay?”

“I am okay,” Your words come out softer than you intended, not letting go of his hand. “Thank you, you didn’t have to punch him but thank you for sticking up for me.”

“I would do it a million times over.”

For a charged moment, you thought he was going to kiss you again, but the sound of both your phones going off at the same time took you out of that thought. Pulling out your phones together, you see that Wonwoo was calling you while Seungkwan was calling Mingyu. Looking toward each other, you started to bite at your bottom lip nervously.

“Go ahead and answer. I am sure they are wondering what happened and where we are.” Mingyu told you and you nodded. Both of you answering at the same time.

“Hey, Woo.” You answer, and you could hear the sigh of relief when he heard your voice.

“Are you okay?” You could hear your friend’s concern, “Me and Seungkwan went to follow Mingyu out to look for you, but you both were gone by the time we got out there. What happened? Did Mingyu actually punch that guy?”

“Hell yeah, I punched him. He wouldn’t let her go.” You heard Mingyu answer proudly, and how close you both were standing, you knew Wonwoo heard him too.

“Well, that answers my question.” Wonwoo let out a dry chuckle, and you could tell he wasn’t happy with what’s going on. “Where are you? Do you need me to come get you?”

You look down to see you were still holding onto his hand, before up toward Mingyu, who was already looking at you. You could hear Seungkwan through his phone asking him the same thing. Likely to take you both home, separately, so they could hide the ‘fugitives’ as Seungkwan called you both. There was a silent conversation between the two of you, and something in you clicked with the way he was gazing at you.

“I… I think I am okay. I am with Mingyu, so it’s not like I’m alone.” You tell Wonwoo over the phone, watching as a wide smile spread across Mingyu’s face. “I think I am gonna head home though.”

“I don’t want you walking home alone,” Wonwoo held nothing but concern for you, and he probably thought you were going to leave Mingyu to find his way back. But the look in his eyes told you, and the way his fingers laced through yours, that he wasn’t going to leave your side.

“I’m not, Woo, Mingyu is walking me.” You tell him before he could say anything more, giving Mingyu a small timid smile.

“I am gonna walk her home. I’ll call you when I get home.” You watch him tell Seungkwan, before hanging up.

“Will one of you text me when you get home?”

“Of course, I know the drill as long as you do the same.”

“Like always. Have fun and be safe.” There was a tease to Wonwoo’s tone as he said the last statement, hanging up before you could even respond to it. Why did he say it like that?

“So, I am actually hungry. All that dancing, defending your honor, and running for our lives has really worked me up an appetite. What you say we stop by somewhere on the way to yours?” Mingyu offered and you could feel your cheeks warming.

“You got a place in mind?” You ask him, and he lets out a laugh.

“Do I? I know just the place.”

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The place was a little stand that was set up not far from your apartment, tucked away where most would miss it if you weren’t looking. It offered a range of things, from hot dishes like tteokbokki to cold foods like sandwiches, and a wide range of desserts. Mingyu took charge on what you both ordered, just agreeing to share whatever it was, before finding yourself sitting at a bench with the shared meal.

“How do you like it?” Mingyu asked after a few minutes of silence, and it took you a moment to finish your mouth full of tteokbokki, before answering.

“It’s amazing. I didn’t know this place was here,” you tell him, taking a sip of the water that he had also gotten you. “How did you find it?”

“Found it a while back one night wandering around. Couldn’t sleep, had too much on my mind, and I didn’t want to be home. So, I just started walking around. Then I came upon this place, its only open at this time of night for a few hours, so I come here often when I can’t sleep or go out.” He told you and you watch as he popped a piece of food into his mouth. “Was planning on taking both you and Hyung tonight, but I guess it ended up just being us.”

“I am honored for you to show me this place,” you tell him with a smile, your heart swelling at the fact he thought of not just Wonwoo but you too to share this little discovery of his. “I didn’t think you’d think of me when it comes to things like that.”

“I think about you all the time.” He confessed and your jaw dropped, his face suddenly serious. You could feel your body growing hot again, your mind wheeling at this.

“You think about me?” You ask, and Mingyu nodded.

“I think about all my friends all the time, and I consider you one of them.” He shrugs, and somehow this filled you with disappointment. You weren’t even sure why you felt that way, it was your fault that you read more into this then you should. Thinking his actions and the way he was looking at you was reading something more. Maybe it was from the drinking, even though you felt sober now. “We’re friends, right?”

You didn’t look at him like that, seeing him as a friend as much as Wonwoo’s, so there was no reason to feel rejected. But the way he was looking at you that night, the way he punched someone for you, picking you up so you both could run away from the scene, and the way his fingers laced between yours. That was on you for reading too much into it all, especially with someone like Mingyu.

“Of course, we’re friends.” You force out before standing, and he looks up at you confused. “I’m gonna head on. I can make it from here on my own. Wonwoo is likely on his way home probably expecting you back soon.”

“But I am walking you home.” There was more confusion in his voice as he stood.

“And I am letting you off the hook.” You hope that you didn’t give away you had hurt your own feelings, reaching out to give his bicep a squeeze. “I will be okay.”

“Hyung will kill me if I let you walk home alone. You know that’s the only reason he didn’t come looking for us.” Mingyu tossed what was left of the tteokbokki into the trash, before reaching for your hand, but you pulled it away. “I wanted to walk you home.”

“I’ll take the blame then. Tell him that I left you crying on the corner like a lost puppy.” You try and joke, but his face didn’t find it funny. The joke wasn’t funny, you knew it, but you didn’t think he would actually look like a big lost puppy now that you rejected his offer to walk you home after all.

“Did I say something wrong?” he asked, his hand again trying to grab yours and you let him this time. “I thought…”

“You thought what?” You asked back, and he let go with a sigh.

“Nothing. I’m not letting you walk alone.” He said flatly, pushing his fingers through his hair, and you found yourself wondering how it felt through your own. Instead, you went to protest again, but he held up his hand. “Just let me.”

“Mingyu…”

He responds by saying your name, before reaching out to turn your shoulders in the direction of your place. He didn’t say anything more than, “Let’s go.”

For someone who had just defended your honor over a pushy guy, he sure was being pushy himself. Except you still listened and the two of you started to walk in silence. You had to stop several times to adjust your heels, as you could already feel blisters starting to form. You were not expecting to be walking long distance in them, having taken a taxi to the club and intended to take one home too.

“Ow, Fuck. I’m sorry.” You mutter, stopping again to take off your heels, unable to take the discomfort and rather would walk barefoot. You needed to remember to put a pair of flats in your bag if you ever find yourself out again. Mingyu didn’t say anything, nor had he said anything since eating, he just crouched down in front of you. With his back facing you and you looked at him confused, “What are you doing?”

“Offering you a piggyback ride.” He says it like it was the obvious, looking over his shoulder, “Your feet hurt, and you shouldn’t be walking barefoot. I’ll carry you the rest of the way.”

This time, you didn’t argue with him or refuse, leaning forward to wrap your arms around his neck, hopping up as he stood. For a moment, he nearly lost his balance and fell forward but caught himself in time on a street pole. Once balanced, he hoisted you up further so your legs could wrap around his waist; with his hands holding onto your thighs for extra support. You mumble your thanks, and he only hummed his response.

Silence fell back over you both, and you were feeling like he was upset with you.

“I’m sorry.” You finally spoke when he was two blocks from your place, your voice almost coming out as a whisper.

“For what?” He asked, looking over his shoulder at you, genuine confusion in his own tone.

“I am not sure, I feel like you’re mad at me.”

“Come on, Noona, I can never be mad at you.” He let out a small chuckle, squeezing one of your thighs gently. It wasn’t meant to be anything more than just a sweet gesture, but you couldn’t ignore the small jolt through your system when he did that. “What makes you think I am mad at you?”

“You haven’t spoken to me since that food stand.” You tell him and he gives you a glance.

“I think it’s my turn to apologize.” He answers with a sigh, finally turning onto your street.

“For what?”

“Assuming.”

“Assuming what?”

Mingyu didn’t respond, instead he just continued to your apartment, changing the subject in the process. You let him, while making a mental note that you were going to ask him again once back at your apartment. Filling the quiet late night air with senseless chatter, you lean your head against his shoulder as he insists on carrying you up to your floor.

He didn’t let you down until you both were at your door. He stood there as you turned to put in your code when you stopped. Normally, all you would be able to think about was the comfort of your bed, blankets and books waiting for you, but instead you couldn’t stop thinking about what he meant by ‘assuming’.

Turning to face him, you see he’s watching you again, this time with a sad look in his eyes, and you could tell he was forcing a smile.

“Mingyu, what did you mean by assuming?” You ask and he looked away from you. “What did you assume?”

“It’s nothing, really. I don’t want to make anything awkward or anything. Especially since you are Wonwoo’s friend, and you two had a thing,” Mingyu started to rub the back of his neck nervously, and you blinked. You and Wonwoo only ever slept together once, and it was when he went with you to your dad’s wedding. It was a spur of a moment thing that didn’t move past that weekend, and you would hardly call that anything between the two of you.

“There wasn’t nor is there a thing between me and Wonwoo. We’re friends.” You tell him flatly. “Not telling me makes it even more awkward. Just tell me. What did you assume?”

He didn’t respond and you sighed.

“Are you really…”

“That you liked me too.” Mingyu pushed the words out before he could stop them, his skin turning a shade of red as he looks away. You didn’t know how to respond. “That there was a chance in hell that you noticed me as something more than just Wonwoo’s roommate, but I was wrong. Now I ruined…”

You stopped him mid-sentence by grabbing his shirt to pull him into a kiss, standing on the tips of your toes to meet his lips. It was brief, you pulling back but didn’t let go of his shirt. Mingyu stared at you in shock for a moment before one arm wrapped around your waist and the other grasping you gently by the throat, his lips meeting yours again. His tongue eagerly requesting entrance.

Letting go of his shirt, you slid your arms up his chest, feeling the hard muscles under the fabric to wrap around his neck. Your tongues moving together in a fever, bodies clinging to each other.

“You didn’t ruin anything,” You tell him, finally breaking away, and hitting the numbers on your keypad. Opening the door, you looked back to him, “Do you want to come in?”

“Fuck yes.” He said without hesitation, swooping you into his arms as you enter your apartment. His mouth devouring yours in a passionate kiss. Your bag falling to the ground, as the door closed behind the two of you. Breaking away long enough, Mingyu kicked his boots off, and started to unbutton his shirt.

Shrugging off the expensive material, Mingyu was left in his jeans and vest top, and you were still in your dress. It didn’t take long before you were attached again, Mingyu’s hands moving down your back and over your backside. A squeal left your mouth when he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist while your hands tangled in his hair.

“Bedroom or couch?” He asks near breathless, moving from your mouth to your jaw and down the column of your neck. Each kiss leaving imaginary impressions over your soft skin, feeling your cunt grow wet with each nip of his teeth.

“Bedroom.” You gasp out when his canines scraped over your collarbone, his hands gripping and kneading at your ass before his lips reclaimed yours. When he didn’t move, having never really been inside your apartment before, you broke from the kiss enough to tell him, “To the right. The open door with a bed.”

“I would hope it’s a bed.” Mingyu laughed and you rolled your eyes. “It could be just a stack of books.”

“Just kiss me, smartass,” You whisper, and he didn’t hesitate to oblige.

It was then a mess of kisses, tongues tangling, nipping at each other’s skin, and a side of smart-ass comments between the both of you before you finally made it to the bed. Mingyu had been in the process of threatening to throw you onto it, but instead of doing that the younger man laid you down gently before removing himself from your hold on him.

Taking a step back, Mingyu watched as you propped yourself up on your elbows to look at him. His eyes stayed on your face for the longest moment, taking in the way your lips were swollen from his kiss, your eyes glazed over and filled with desire before moving down your body. He took in the way the straps of your dress were now off your shoulders and falling over your arms, the little bit of cleavage you had originally been sporting was more prominent.

The way you were already near panting made him smile proudly because he got you that way by just kissing you. You could see the glint in his eyes that he intends to make you even more of a needy mess before the night was over. When his gaze moved further down, he licked his lips seeing that the way your dress was bunched up to show off your thighs. The black dress had stopped right before your underwear was exposed, which were now feeling soaked from your arousal.

“Fuck, I can’t believe this is happening.” Mingyu was talking really to himself more than he was talking to you, pulling his vest top off his body to reveal his muscular frame. Even if you had seen him shirtless plenty of time before, man was allergic to them when he was home, the sight before you just made your mouth water. “This can’t honestly be real right now.”

Your swollen bottom lip found its way between your teeth, adjusting so you could reach for the hem of your skirt. Pulling it up a little more so he only had only a glimpse of your covered cunt. His eyes only seemed to widen as he watches you, appearing to be surprised by your bold move. That was the thing about you though, was just because you were shy around others and preferred the company of books, you were not at all shy in bed.

“Get over here,” You tell him, beckoning him to join you on the bed, which he did without hesitation. Pouncing on top of you, with a playful umph, catching himself with his arms before he could ‘crush’ you. You giggle, grasping his face to pull him into a kiss.

Your hands move down his neck to his shoulders, feeling the muscles move under his skin, as well as the small shiver he had when you had started to trace the nape of his neck. His mouth was hot against yours, tongue desperate to make claim, one of his own hands tracing your collarbone.

It would dip every so often over your chest, barely brushing the top of your breasts then back up. His still jean covered hips slotted between your thighs, the rough material of his jeans grinding against your heat. You wanted more, you wanted his jeans off, you wanted your dress off, you wanted him to touch you until there was impressions of his touch in your skin. Visible or not. You just wanted Mingyu to make you his; even if it’s just for the night.

Those soft lips of his moved from your own to trail down your jaw line and down the column of your neck. His hand finally moving passed the top of your breasts and now moving down your side, tracing designs into the fabric and tickling you at some points. He didn’t make any further moves then at, mouth staying around your neck, collarbones, and shoulder like his hand originally was.

You wanted more.

Pushing him back, there was no resistance aside from a small whine that left his lips as he sits back onto his heels; not wanting to stop so quick. You sit up too, giving him a smile which he looked almost confused over, likely wondering what stopped you. The dress you decided to wear was a simple black strapped dress. It fit your frame in a flattering way, hugging your body just right to show off the parts of you that were the most flattering and hid away parts you were insecure about.

Reaching your arms behind you, trying to get the zipper down in the least awkward way possible, and Mingyu’s confusion quickly turned into amusement. You attempted to give him a dirty look, but couldn’t stop the giggle leaving your lips, before he leaned forward to kiss you once more.

The dress dropped down to pool around your hips, then quickly discarded off to the side of your bed. The strapless bra you had worn following quickly after, leaving you in nothing but a pair of pink and purple designed hipsters.

The younger man leaned back slightly so he could take in your near naked body and did a deep inhale. Brushing his thumbs over the skin under the curve of your breast, he stayed there, admiring the way your breast fell naturally, with your nipples at hard peaks. Caused from a mixture of the cool bedroom air and your body hot from his touch. Mingyu was holding back.

“I think we are a little past being shy. You can touch me all you want.” You tell him softly, taking one of his hands to guide slowly up to one of your breasts. Mingyu didn’t resist and let you guide him to where you wanted him, watching as a soft moan left your lips when a finger touched the sensitive buds. “Please, Mingyu…”

It was like a light bulb went off in Mingyu’s brain, his hands moving on their own as did his mouth returning to your neck. His hands massaged your breasts, gently pinching your nipples between his fingers, and mouth sucking reminders of him into your flesh. Something you normally would not stand for, since you did not like the pain that came with being marked up, but with him you let him.

You wanted him to leave impressions of him over your body, visible or not, wanting to remember the feeling like he was actually there. Hours before you couldn’t imagine being in this situation, trying not to give Mingyu a second thought since he didn’t give you much either, or at least you thought he did. Always thinking he saw you as Wonwoo’s weird friend who goes over to their house just to read while Wonwoo played games in silence. The weird friend that was quiet and off in her own world at times, preferring the solace of a book and a good blanket to be out in the world with others.

Except here you both were, Mingyu laying you onto your back once more, his mouth offering his hand help with your breasts. Your gasped when the flat of his tongue pressed against a nipple, arching your back to experience this feeling again, and your hands moving wherever you could reach.

Tangling it through his soft locks, tracing his jawline to his shoulders, and nails scratching lightly over his skin so as to not leave marks… yet. He repeated the movement, gently pinching at the other, unable to hold back the groan or the way he grounded into you. Frustrated by the barriers keeping you from connecting completely. But he wasn’t in a rush, and he had hoped you weren’t either.

He made sure that he gave both breasts equal attention, leaving bites and marks all over, before starting the descent down. Unlocking your legs that you had unconsciously started to wrap around his waist in the process. Kneading at your thighs as he pushed them further apart than just letting them fall on their own.

“Can I?” You heard him ask after leaving trails of saliva, marks, and praises over your stomach. His chin resting gently at the hem of your underwear, looking up to you with pleading eyes. His once neatly styled hair a tangled mess over his brow, and a hopeful smile playing over his handsome face. “Please?”

“Normally I’m the one saying ‘please’.” You tease as he plants soft kisses over your abdomen.

“Oh, you will be still,” He answered, his teeth scraping over your skin, catching the elastic of your underwear between them. Still waiting for your answer.

“Who am I to tell you no?” At this his eyes got big, your underwear still in his mouth as he stares up at you. “You can do whatever you want, as long as you do not snap me with my own underwear.”

Mingyu went to retort lifting his head up to get a better look at you, and, in the process, letting go and doing exactly that. You hissed before sitting up to slap his arm, while he started laughing, giving you a sympathetic but amused smile.

“Mingyu!” You whine, rubbing the spot where the elastic hit, trying to not laugh yourself as he crawls back over your body. His smile wide and dazzling, and you felt like you were about to melt into the bed. That smile and the way his laugh was so sweet sounding, and it did so much to you. Physically and mentally. Bringing a burst of joy through you.

You just want to keep hearing it day after day.

“Sorry,” There was still laughter in his voice before he captures your lips into an apologetic kiss. Pulling back, he gave you his best puppy dog eyes, “Can I still do whatever I want please? I didn’t mean to.”

“I think I can get used to you saying ‘please’,” You answer, and your lips attach to each other once more, easily letting his tongue slip into your mouth. Going back to claiming yours and earning a soft moan, laying you back down onto your back.

Your underwear were then gone, and before you could blink, Mingyu had settled himself back between your legs. Running his tongue over your inner thighs, leaving stripes of saliva in their wakes. Every so often he would place soft kisses, even nipping at your flesh playfully just to earn little yelps and whimpers from you. He purposely avoided your dripping cunt with his mouth, only stopping to admire it as his fingers dipped between your folds.

Opening you to let you feel his breath before returning his teasing your thighs, making sure even the most inner corners where your legs met your body receive attention. By the time he finally dipped his tongue into your cunt, there was not a part of your thighs and hips that weren’t covered in his saliva or peppered with bites.

You were too lost in Mingyu to even care, but you knew you were going to have to have a talk with him over it later. Make sure he didn’t go overboard next time… if there was a next time.

The sound that left you at the way his tongue teased, and his mouth sucked gently at your clit was a new one. It sounded foreign, desperate, and full of need. Your whole body shaking, even with Mingyu using one of his arms to hold down your hips from grinding up, while his other kept your thighs open. You were desperately trying to close them on his head, your first release rapidly approaching with each tongue flick and plunge of his fingers into you with a tantalizing pace. Each lick was followed by praise, speaking his thoughts out loud with how good you tasted. How every part of you was beautiful and he couldn’t get enough.

“I want to taste you all the time,” He groaned out at one point, right after he ran the flat of his tongue over your sensitive clit.

Your own hands were all over, in your hair, covering your mouth to muffle a near scream when he hit a particular spot, teasing at your own breast, before finding their way through his locks again. With the tightening of your grip, it seemed to fuel the man between your legs, earning another eager groan from him.

“Mingyu…” You barely got his name out, unable to warn him when the coil inside snapped and you saw stars. His name falling from your lips with a mixture of curses, your legs trying to once close in on his head.

He didn’t seem to have a problem keeping your legs from closing in, his mouth clasping over your clit. Trying to draw another orgasm from you quickly after that one, your whole body jerking back. This makes him pull away to look at you, his face glistening with your juices, while he continued to languidly tease you with his fingers. Stretching you and preparing you for his cock.

His hard cock that was still tucked inside his jeans.

“Too much?” He asked, and you started to gently tug him up from his place between your legs. You wanted to know how you tasted on his tongue, you wanted to undo his jeans to free him, feel him in your hands. To feel him inside you.

“Your mouth will be the death of me,” You answer, his fingers suddenly no longer in you as he allowed you to pull him up. Allowing you that taste you wanted, and your statement stood even truer. How did you get so weak over him in one night when you had known him for as long as he has been Wonwoo’s roommate.

“I can say the same about yours’.” His words were muffled, not bothering the separate long enough to form clear sentences. The hands that were once laced through his hair had made quick movements to travel down his body, which was very hard to not stop to admire each part of him, to his jeans. “You also make the sexiest sounds. Don’t cover your mouth, I like hearing them.”

“You may, but my neighbors don’t.” You tell him, undoing his jeans as you tell him this, this time denying him another kiss. This time it was him who was whining, not liking that you wouldn’t kiss him again, trying to chase your lips. “Take your jeans off and lay on your back.”

Mingyu didn’t need to be told twice, already scrambling off the bed to finish taking off his jeans. Leaving him a pair of form fitting black briefs, leaving nothing to the imagination either. His cock straining against the materials, thick and heavy, and the head peeking through the top when he adjusted himself. You felt yourself salivating at the sight, Mingyu standing next to your bed in nothing but his underwear. His gorgeous, tanned body on display, shadowed by the fairy lights you had strung across your ceiling, with only the thinnest of fabrics separating you from his full glory.

A sight you wanted to burn into your memory.

Once back on the bed, you couldn’t help but laugh at his excited expression on his face; one of the widest smiles you had ever seen on him. Propping himself up onto his elbows to look up at you, and this was an even better sight for you.

“What’s next?” He asks his voice trying not to give away what his face already did, that he was eager to see what you had to offer him.

“What makes you think there is going to be something next?” You ask him, moving so you were straddling him, pressing your soaked and well eaten cunt against his covered cock. His saliva and your juices soaking through the fabric. “I could be kicking you out right now.”

“Right, because you’ll have me to take my pants off, then sit on me naked just to tell me to go.” You couldn’t stop the smile gracing your lips at his response, liking that he was keeping up with your mouth. Sitting up, Mingyu’s hands slid over your hips to grasp your ass, and your own slipped back through his hair. Unable to get enough of the soft locks. Pressing soft kisses over your chest, he looked up at you with a pouty look. “You gonna make me leave?”

“Not a chance in hell,” You moan out as his mouth clasped over a nipple, and grinding your hips down into his.

“Good.”

His mouth was all over your breasts again before you pushed him back onto the bed. It was your turn to kiss, bite, and suck at his skin. Your own hands moving over his body, getting to know the way his muscles felt, teasing at the hem of his briefs. Mimicking what he was doing to you. Except you didn’t snap him with his briefs, even if you were tempted to.

“Can I? Please?” You ask, in such a teasing tone, and he started laughing,

“Who am I to tell you no?” He asks back, and you playfully slapped his stomach. His briefs were gone with a lift of his hips, freeing his cock from the confines. You watched as the hard length slapped against his stomach. How was he gorgeous right down to his cock? “Like what you see?”

You hadn’t realized that you were staring at it with wide eyes until you looked up toward him, only to see him with his hands laced behind his head. His eyebrow arching in a smug manner, and an equally smug smirk playing over his lips. Proud of the reaction he had pulled from you.

“Shut up,” You tell him, your hand finally reaching out to grasp his cock. Feeling it for the first time in your hands, and a moan left his lips at your touch. You were quiet for a moment, pumping him slowly a time or two, before dropping your head down.

Another moan left his lips at the feel of your tongue over the tip, taking in the bits of precum that was leaking from it into your mouth. Flashing your eyes up to gauge his reactions, this time swirling your tongue around the head then slipping it through your lips. A gasp left his lips, with one hand reaching to grab the wooden headboard while the other reached out to stroke the back of your head.

You were quick to build a pace, taking him as much as you could into your mouth and down your throat while your hand stroked the rest. You took in each sound or face he made, figuring out how he liked being blown, adjusting your pace and rhythm accordingly to that. Finding he liked it when you used your tongue to tease the thick vein up his cock, or how he particularly liked the small gagging sound you made when you tried to take more down your throat. Making him a loud moaning mess on your bed, strings of curses, praises, and confessions leaving his lips while he had a gentle but firm hold on your hair.

“Fuck, this is better than I ever imagined… your mouth looks so pretty over my cock… god, baby, you’re so fucking beautiful.” Were the words falling from his mouth, and they only fueled you. Your mouth working him to earn more from him, “Please don’t let this be just tonight… please…”

You were too busy with your mouth, or you would have responded with a tease. Like ‘we will have to see’ or ‘You would like that wouldn’t you.’ Not ready to admit that, just by the way he kissed you and teased you that you wanted to keep going. He wasn’t inside you yet, and you were already finding yourself growing addicted to him.

When you finally came up for air, it came with a soft pop and a string of saliva trailing from your lips to the tip of his coated cock. Casting your gaze up at Mingyu’s face, you could see he looked fucked out already, his eyes heavy looking at you. His breathing coming out in pants, his mouth falling slightly open and sweat already covering his skin, making his hair cling to his face.

“In the drawer next to you, there is a box of condoms.” You tell him, pointing to the nightstand. He was within reach of it compared to you, so he turned his head to where you were directing him. Pulling the drawer out and grabbing the box from inside.

“Condoms on hand?” He asks, finding the box new and unopen. Like it was hard to believe that you kept them on hand just in case. You were single not a nun.

“Did you have one with you?” You shoot back, and his ears started to turn red.

“I was gonna get some.” He retorted, opening the box to pull one of the foil wrappers out. Tossing the box back into drawer and closed it. “I just didn’t want to seem too eager, or have you think I was expecting anything. And then the thought kinda slipped after everything.”

“Well, I saved you some money.”

You watch as he tears open the wrapper and slip the condom over his hard length. His bottom lip between his teeth. “Now time for that sexy question. How do you want to do this?”

“Me on top.” You tell him. Once the condom was secure, you tossed your leg over him to straddle him once more. His hands catching your hips, so you were hovering over him. His eyes dropped down to where you were so close to connecting with him. His cock twitching just under you, ready for you to take him completely.

You went to ask if there was something wrong, but the words were lost when one of the hands holding your hips moved to slip two fingers between your slit. A low moan left your lips, when he did a slow circle around your clit before dipping into you. Coating his fingers with your arousal and making sure once more that you were ready for him.

You were more than ready.

Slipping his hand away from you, Mingyu then grasped his cock. Stroking and coating it with your slick on his fingers before positioning right at your entrance. You brace yourself with your hands on his chest as you lower yourself, the head of his cock pushing into you. The stretch made your jaw drop, even with being as ready as you were, but it felt so good. Taking your time to ease down, making sure you feel every inch of him for the first time, a whimper leaving your lips.

Mingyu’s eyes kept flashing from your face and to your cunt, with perfect view of his cock sliding into you. Unsure which to watch more. Another string of curses and praises leaving his lips, both hands now resting back onto your hips; his fingers kneading at your skin. Your name falling from his lips in a way that you wanted to hear over and over.

Once your hips settled against his, filling you completely with his cock, you stayed there to adjust. Your thighs shaking from the coil already starting tighten again, but you weren’t ready to let go yet. Knowing once you cum from this position you will be absolutely useless on top.

“You are so tight…” He grunted out, using his hands to encourage you to move, needing you to move. “So perfect…”

Your movements first were slow, still getting used to the way his cock fit in you, trying to not cry out at the way it slid against your walls. You could tell by the way his hands were moving over your hips, gripping at them before moving over your ass, he was growing impatient by the pace. He was doing everything he could though to hold back his eagerness, to not thrust himself up into you, and take complete control.

The sounds of both your breathing and moans started to fill the room and flood out of the bedroom door into the dark empty apartment. Mixing with the sounds of your ass hitting his legs as you started to bounce onto his cock. Mingyu sat up again as you moved, his mouth capturing yours in mind numbing kiss, his tongue invading your mouth to tangle with yours.

Dropping back onto the bed, Mingyu grasped at your hips to hold you still and started thrusting upwards. Causing the moans and whimpers into full cries and curses.

“Fucking hell! Oh my fuck. Mingyu..” You yelped, nails dragging over his chest. His eyes stayed on you, flicking from the way your breast bounced to the pleasure falling over your face. “Your cock… your cock feels so fucking good.”

He was wearing his own look of pleasure mixed with the proud feeling of making you feel this way. You were so lost in his thrusts, your head falling back, that you didn’t see the look of adoration and enjoyment of hearing his name on your lips. You were missing him falling so madly in love with you, overtaken by the pleasure he was giving you.

Your second release was rapidly approaching, the coil inside so tight that it made you close to the bring of madness. The sudden sensation of his thumb over your clit took you by surprise, not sure when he moved his hand to encourage your orgasm forward. To get you fall apart on top of him and sing his name.

“You want to come, don’t you?” He asked, his voice coming out husky and thick, his thumb not letting up on the quick movements, pushing you even closer to the edge. You couldn’t speak, becoming a whimpering mess with your hips messily trying to keep a rhythm with him. “Tell me, baby, tell me how much you want to cum on my cock.”

“I want.. I want to cum so bad… your cock feels so.. fucking.. good.” You cried out, answering him how he wants you to. You weren’t sure but it felt like his thrusts were harder, working in perfect sync with his thumb. There was no way you weren’t seeing stars, and you felt something snap inside you.

You mewled as you felt yourself cumming around his cock. Squeezing down around his condom covered length, and spasming as he kept up his movements. Though with difficulty since you were squeezing and sucking him in.

“You’re made for me. Everything about you…” Mingyu confessed out, his head dropping back as your name and several praises to God fell from his lips. “Fitting so perfectly on my cock. Taking me so well.”

You couldn’t get proper words out, incoherent, but in your head they sounded like words. Reaching out your hand against his stomach to attempt to center yourself, as well as get him to slow down some. Instead, Mingyu rolled you onto your back, bracing his weight on his arms as he looks down at your fucked out face.

“You okay?” He asks softly, planting soft kisses over your face, not making any further movements to keep going. Your legs were still shaking, but the fog in your mind started to clear and you could only grab at his hair to move those kisses to your lips.

“Don’t stop.” You beg out, wanting him to keep going. You could feel yourself growing sensitive, but you didn’t want to stop, you wanted him to cum too.

“I mean, I didn’t really plan to unless you told me to, but that wasn’t my question.” He pulls back so he was hovering over you. “That was a hell of an orgasm.”

“Pretty intense, but I think you can do better.”

“Did you just challenge me?” He asked with an incredulous look on his face, before a laugh left his lips.

“Not challenging, more like, motivating.” You moan out when you could feel the head of his cock pushing back into your swollen entrance, your eyes rolling as his arms hooked both your ankles.

“Challenge accepted.” He told you, and filled you back up completely with his cock, swallowing the loud moan that left you. He didn’t move at first, pulling back and whispering against your lips. “Hold on tight.”

Swallowing more moans, Mingyu pulled his hips back before snapping them forward. Thrusting into you with a purpose, to win this challenge you set for him. The head of his cock brushing over an extra sensitive part when he would adjust his thrusts just right, making your eyes roll and your nails rake down his back. Not caring if there was marks left as you reached his ass.

Grabbing at the strong muscles, your hands were everywhere, while your mouth would take turns kissing and biting your memory into his skin to kissing his red, swollen and well kissed lips. You couldn’t get enough of him, you couldn’t get enough of him being inside you. You wanted Mingyu over and over.

“Fuck, I can’t hold out much longer.” Mingyu grunted, his voice sounding strained, trying to not falter in his rhythm. Not wanting to start to become sloppy and cum yet. You still needed to cum one more time. “Are you close?”

“Almost…” You manage to whimper out, trying to move your hips to meet his, but the angle he had you in made it impossible to move your lower half. You were still sensitive from your orgasm on top, and with how good his cock was fucking you into the mattress, it was easy for him to get your third release to begin to build.

Mingyu’s hand slipped between you both, finding your clit once more to start circling the sensitive bud. His finger starting to move quick movements, but you could tell he struggling to hold out. His brow knitted in serious concentration, working hard to get you to another release, but his hips started to sputter. Switching positions to sit back onto his knees gave him a moment of reprieve, before he continued to thrust into your cunt.

His eyes kept flashing up from where his finger circled your clit and his cock disappeared into you to your face. Your eyes in a slight roll, mouth open now with just little whimpers escaping. You were barely holding on and wanting so desperately to let go.

“Fuck…” Mingyu grunted, his hips stuttering unable to hold back his own release any longer. His fingers started to fumble at your clit, but you were quick to push his hands away and take over to help him out. And with a few precise movements, you were following right behind him.

Mingyu filled the condom full of white stripes, dropping his upper body back over yours, catching himself with his arm. His mouth capturing yours, the arms that were bracing his fall now wrapping around your body, and you let him deepen it with no resistance.

The kiss was slow, languidly, with your tongues lazily tangling. After a long minute, Mingyu pulled back from the kiss, but wouldn’t detangle himself from you, just to take you in. Brushing your sweat soaked hair from your forehead.

“I guess I failed.” He murmured, there was a small pout in his voice, but you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing.

“That’s okay, because…” You mimicked his movement, pushing his own sweat soaked hair, “you have another chance.”

Mingyu then pulled you into a mind numbing kiss, and you should have known sooner, but it was enough to seal one thing.

You didn’t want him leaving the next morning, or any other morning after.

--

“What you thinking about?” You ask, tracing imaginary designs into his chest, your head resting on his shoulder. You both were now tangled under the sheets of your bed after a third time in short span, his arms around you. Seeming like he was refusing to let you go, but he also grew quiet after near ten minutes of solid chatter. Instead, he just found a spot on your wall to stare at. It was a framed photo of you, Wonwoo, Mingyu, and a friend of yours from college.

Your arms were around Wonwoo’s waist, as his was over Mingyu’s shoulders. The friend was crouched in front of the three, and all four of you were smiling wide. You don’t remember much about that night, after the third bar, you ended up spending the night being taken care of by a drunk Mingyu and a very tired Wonwoo. Your friend had disappeared earlier that night, ditching you three for someone she met at one of the bars.

Even though she was originally there to be ‘introduced’ to Mingyu, after seeing him in a post of Wonwoo’s, and she had bugged you for weeks to meet him. It was more embarrassing for you then it was for him, you remembered, since you thought it was a good idea to meet at a bar. You never set anyone up before, so you had no idea what you were doing, and both men referred it as one of your greatest fails; though they did it in a sweet teasing tone. Especially when it was such an out of character action of you.

“You remember that night?” He asked, and you blinked before letting out an embarrassing chuckle.

“Bits and pieces. I like the photo, but I don’t like to remember the night at all.” You answer, adjusting yourself to be looking up toward him. “One of my greatest fails. Never again am I setting you up with anyone.”

“Never?” He asks, tearing his gaze from the photo to you, with an eyebrow quirked. “Why is that?”

“You saw what happened last time. I should have just sent you two to dinner, instead of thinking it’s a great idea to go out drinking with all four of us. What was I thinking? And why did you two go with it?”

“I don��t know, seemed like a good idea at the time. Besides I think it worked out for the better, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” With a soft smile, you nodded gently before leaning in to catch his lips. “I think it did.”

After a small make out session, Mingyu was the one to break away, but when you thought he was going to pull you closer instead untangled himself. Sitting up, he started looking for his briefs to slip on.

“I should probably get going. Hyung probably is waiting up for me.” Mingyu said with a sigh, and you sat up confused.

“You don’t have to go. Just text him and tell him where you’re at. From the way he ended the phone call earlier, it seems like he knew what was going to happen.” You reach for him, but Mingyu stood before you could touch his arm. “It’s nearly four in the morning anyways, might as well stay and get some sleep.”

“It’s exactly because it’s near four in the morning that I should go.” He answers with a sigh, and you were starting to feel confused. Just nearly ten minutes earlier he was saying he didn’t want to leave your bed, and you found you wanted the same. “I got work anyways in a few hours.”

“You literally yelled last night as soon as me and Wonwoo walked into the club that you didn’t have to work so you were getting fucked up,” He must not have expected you to remember that or even say anything. When he looked at you, your face was suddenly became cold. “Maybe come up with a better excuse to leave. Or tell me what this was instead of filling the air with bittersweet lies or better yet not fucking have sex me.”

He said your name, but you were already wrapping yourself in your sheet to get up and find clothes to put on. Trying to process that he was actually doing this to his best friend’s friend, one of his closest friends at that, while simultaneously wanted to cry. You felt incredibly stupid.

“Just go,” You tell him, flinching away when he went to reach for you and say more. To apologize, but you weren’t going to have it as you grabbed his top to throw at him, only to find he was now in his jeans.

“That came out wrong. I wasn’t…”

“Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone, so you don’t have to worry about Wonwoo finding out that you’re an asshole… Just go.” There was a look on his face like he was going to say more, but stopped, not wanting to fight with you any further. Mingyu left with a soft apology, and you proceeded to go to the bathroom to shower. Sucking back all tears that was wanting to fall, wanting to forget that you fell for his sweet words.

--

“Didn’t think you were coming home,” Wonwoo’s voice from the couch spoke up when Mingyu slipped inside. Clearly trying to be quiet, but the older man was still awake, playing on their shared PlayStation. “Figured you would be staying over with her.”

“Well you figured wrong.” Mingyu responded, before making his way to his room.

“You’re going to have to push Soonyoung over. I ended up drawing the short stick on getting him home, but didn’t feel like paying the extra fare to get back to the apartment. So, he’s passed out in your bed. You should really learn to read your texts.” Wonwoo spoke up and Mingyu stopped at his door before letting out another sigh. “Did she kick you out or something?”

“Or something.” Mingyu responded with a sigh before hearing the game paused. “Well both.”

“Just because you’re my best friend, doesn’t mean I am above kicking your ass.” Wonwoo was calm with his words, but the meaning behind them rang clear. You had been friends with him longer than the younger man, so he was quite protective over you.

“I fucked up.” Mingyu whined out suddenly, turning toward him. “I really fucked up.”

“Okay, and how did you fuck up?” The eerily calm voice coming from the older man was not comforting at all, but Mingyu still made his way to the couch and sat down.

“I… I panicked.”

“Panicked? You panicked? How?” Mingyu hated how calm his best friend was as he drops his head in his hands. Not seeing that Wonwoo was already searching for his phone. Likely to text you.

“It was going great. More than great… She was putty in my hands, I was putty in hers. Then… I was looking at this photo on her wall. It was the three of us, and some girl who was she was trying to introduce me to.” Dropping his hands he stood and started to pace. “We were talking about that night and started to make out some.”

“And how did you fuck this up?”

“I started to think of your ass.” Mingyu threw his hands up, and Wonwoo raised a brow behind his thick rimmed glasses.

“I thought you were interested in her ass, not mine. I’m flattered, but you’re not my type.”

“Shut up…” Mingyu pouted and Wonwoo only couldn’t help but chuckle. “This is serious.”

“Okay, okay. How did thinking of me caused you to be here and not over there finally getting ‘the girl’ like you wanted?” The glasses wielded man turned back to the tv to save his game and switch off the console. “You do know we are nothing more than friends.”

“What about that weekend you went with her to her dad’s wedding?”

“What about it?” Wonwoo wasn’t sure where his best friend was going with this. “You didn’t fuck this because of that did you?”

“Are you sure there was nothing between you guys?” Mingyu stopped his pacing to look at him as he asks this. “Are you sure there is no residual feelings? That you’re actually helping me cause I am hopeless when it comes to her?”

“You’re hopeless no matter what.” Wonwoo said flatly. “And if there was, do you really think I would have helped you get with her?”

“I don’t know, Hyung. I’m hopeless.” Mingyu dropped back down onto the couch. “I told her I had to get home cause you were waiting for me, and that I had work in a few hours.”

“You told both of us that you didn’t have to work, and I knew the moment she told me that you were walking her home what was going to happen.”

“Then why are you awake?”

“The passed out drunk in your room.”

There was silence for the longest minute before Wonwoo’s phone went off indicating he had gotten a text. Reading it, he sighed and shook his head, responding to the message.

“I really like her Hyung,” Mingyu spoke quietly, looking down at the coffee table before him.

“I know.” The older man responded, his fingers moving quickly over the screen. “So what are you going to do to make this right?”

“Die?”

“You’ve been hanging around me too much.” This made both men laugh, even if it was a meek one on Mingyu’s part.

“I don’t think there is anything I can do.”

“No there is.” Wonwoo’s attention was back to his phone. “Or at least you have to find a way to make it right.”

“How?”

“I got her out tonight, it was up to you to handle the rest. Including fixing this.” Wonwoo stood, slipping his phone in the pocket of his sweats, but stopped when he saw the look on Mingyu’s face. Dejected. “I will try and talk to her, but I can’t promise anything though. Except an ass kicking if you ruined my friendship with her.”

“Got it, Hyung. Goodnight,” He gave Wonwoo a weak smile, but then furrowed his brows. “Wait, am I to sleep with Soonyoung-hyung?”

“You aren’t sleeping with me, so it’s either that or you sleep out here.” Wonwoo shrugged and made his way toward his room. “Be happy I ain’t kicking your ass right now.”

“I know I deserve it, but so violent.”

--

Mingyu decided to stay on the couch, not wanting to go in the room with a passed out Soonyoung, and was banished from Wonwoo’s bed, but he wasn’t able to sleep a single wink. His mind was playing over and over what happened.

One minute, he was on top of the world with you, the girl he was pining over for a while now, in his arms and the next he’s lying to you about needing to leave. The exact opposite of what he was wanting to do, because he didn’t want to leave you. He never wanted to leave your side, because he was exactly where he should be. With you.

The feelings started to sprout nearly a year previous, coming home one night from work to find you in the kitchen cooking for you and Wonwoo. You had moved around their little kitchen like it was your own, having cooked several times for your friend and him in the past, so it was a sight he was used to seeing. Except there was something different that night.

You had made sure to make an extra helping for him, that way he didn’t have to cook dinner. He remembered setting his large water jug and duffle bag on the counter, staring as you moved not noticing him right away, until he cleared his throat. When your eyes turned to him, they grew wide before you blinked that way and started to smile at him. Something he has seen many times before, your smile was always friendly toward him if not shy.

He always thought it was cute.

But that night, something about it was different. The gym he worked at had overbooked him, so he ended up having to eat between appointments and barely was able to do that. He wasn’t sure what he did to upset the receptionist who made the appointments, but she had him running ragged by the end of the day. So much so, that he opted to go home instead of work out like he usually did.

All he wanted was grab a beer from the fridge and find the easiest thing to make before vegging on the couch and playing some video games or even watch a movie or two before going to bed. He knew that Wonwoo had plans to hang with you, and wouldn’t have bugged him unless Mingyu wanted, so his plan was perfect.

What he didn’t expect was seeing you, and it suddenly lifted his shitty mood as you greeted him and let him know you had made extras. He felt like he was coming home to you, not a quiet apartment with Wonwoo in his room. It felt good, it felt natural, he didn’t know where these feelings came from.

It only grew from there, this ‘crush’ started to become deeper, and soon he looked forward to seeing you whenever you were over to hang out with Wonwoo. You sitting either on his bed or in the corner of their couch reading while his roommate would sit and play video games. Mingyu wanted you to do that with him too, or even better, you curled up in his arms while he watched movies, and you read.

The mistake he had made was that he didn’t tell anyone about this crush, not even Wonwoo. That was until he drunkenly confessed to all the guys after you and him went to your dad’s wedding, only to find out that it was already suspected by the ones closest to him. Well, except Wonwoo until he came home from that weekend and Mingyu gave him the cold shoulder, having sense something happened between you two.

After Wonwoo dispelled any doubts that you two were an item, or ever would be, Mingyu had taken it as a sign to see if you might be interested as well. You were comfortable enough with him, able to talk with him and joke with him enough, but you also would get quiet and awkward around him too. It was like you sensed his interest but would shy away from it.  

That night ended up being a fluke, you coming out. He hadn’t expected it, Wonwoo didn’t tell him you were going to be there. His best friend finally gave him an in, and he fucked it up.

After a few hours of just tossing and turning, Mingyu couldn’t keep trying to sleep. Instead, he got up, to grab his hoodie and throw on shoes, and left the apartment. Sending Wonwoo a text that he was going out, and that if Soonyoung pukes on his things both older men were paying for the cleaning and replacing items.

Getting into his car, Mingyu just put it into drive, and started for your apartment. Needing to talk to you sooner than later. He didn’t know what he was going to do when he got to your place, but he knew that he needed to talk with you. There was no way he was going to screw this up if there was a chance in hell.

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“Auntie, what makes you think I am going to get through to him? He probably already had her on the side when he married Yuji,” You say into the phone as you lock up your apartment, a bag of laundry at your feet. Rolling your eyes as you grabbed your laundry bag, you listened to your aunt droned on about your dad’s latest discretions, and trying to get you involved. “She should have known anyways, she was the other woman to begin with.”

You start down the stairs when you stop dead, seeing Mingyu stopping halfway up the stairs. Both staring at each other with wide eyes. He was one of the last people you wanted to see, but he was the perfect excuse to get off the phone with your aunt.

“Auntie, let me call you later.” You didn’t give your aunt a chance to respond when you hit the hang up button. Slipping your phone in your jeans pocket, you started down the stairs to walk past him. When you heard your name leave his lips, you stopped again but didn’t look at him. Just continued to stare ahead.

“Where you going?” Mingyu asked nervously, and you lift your laundry bag up. “Can I go with you?”

This is when you look at him, and take him in. He was in a pair of dark blue sweats and a white T-shirt, and a hoodie on. From the dark circles under his eyes and his tousled hair, he hadn’t been asleep yet. You barely got any sleep yourself, waking up every thirty minutes to an hour until finally gave up on sleep all together to go do laundry. That and take the enlightening phone call from your aunt about your dad.

You knew you would have to face Mingyu eventually, you shared a mutual friend, but you didn’t think you were going to see him only a few hours after he made a fool out of you. Looking tired, a little lost, but a little hopeful, he actually looked cute standing there staring at you with those dark eyes. It was no wonder he would be called a puppy by the others.

It was really hard to stay mad at that face.

Instead of saying anything though, you just shrugged and continued down the steps. You didn’t need to look behind you to know he was following along, didn’t even need to hear the staircase creaking under his feet. You just knew.

The walk to the laundromat wasn’t a far one, with one right down the street, but it was quiet for the most part. He just followed behind you, until you had to stop and look at him.

“Did you want to talk? Or just follow me around until I call your owner to get you?” You ask, and his brows furrowed.

“Wonwoo-hyung isn’t my owner.” You rolled your eyes at this comment, turning back toward the laundromat. “And yeah, I did… I mean I do… I didn’t like how things were left.”

“Okay,” You respond, watching as the taller man open the laundromat entrance to let you through. He follows you like you expected. “So how did you plan to leave things? Seeing as you were desperate to get out of there.”

“I… uh… can we talk about this somewhere else?” He asked nervously, casting nervous behind him. The laundromat was empty, as it usually was at this time, so he seemed more nervous about someone coming in. You couldn’t see them, but you knew his ears were red. “Like back to your apartment or the park?”

“Worried about the gossiping grandmas coming in?” You ask, and he shook his head no, but his sheepish look told you otherwise. This for some reason made you giggle, “Then let me get these put on, and we can walk back to my apartment to talk. You can order us breakfast.”

“I like you.” Mingyu suddenly blurt out as you went to start putting the clothes into the machine. You stop for a moment to look at him, so much for waiting, before proceeding to continue putting the clothes in. “I… I’ve liked you for a while, and I feel stupid for last night. I panicked and I am sorry for doing that, especially when it was the opposite of what I wanted. Truthfully, I wasn’t expecting to see you last night, or had the night go the way it did.”

“I don’t think any of us was expecting the night to go the way it did.” You answer, finishing putting in the load of clothes and detergent. Starting the washer, you turned to look at Mingyu, your eyes going down to his hand. The one that punched that guy the previous night. “How’s your hand?”

“Oh, it’s fine.” Mingyu let out a soft chuckle looking down at his hand, the knuckles bruised but it wasn’t anything too bad. “I can’t believe I punched the guy.”

“I can’t either.” You answer him, facing him completely with your arms crossed, but a small smile started playing on your face. “By the way, you are lucky to have such a great best friend, roommate, and wingman.”

“Why is that?” Mingyu asked confused, suddenly aware that you were stepping closer to him. That smile only widening, as he watches your arms unravel and reach up to straighten his hoodie.

“Meaning, you are the one who now owes Wonwoo this time. And he will cash it in too.” You tell him, and his eyes widen. It was like his body moved on its own, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you flushed against him as his mouth found yours.

You had no intentions on telling Wonwoo what happened between the two of you, like you had told Mingyu, but when he had messaged you about it, you ended up just dumping it all on him. Admitting that you had been confused on how you had been feeling about Mingyu for a while now, not even sure when it had started, but it had been going on for months. You just thought it was the lack of a partner at the time, something that started to fuel the attraction.

You also weren’t blind to see that Mingyu was beautiful inside and out either. How could anyone say they wouldn’t want a night with him? But to you he was off limits. Eventually, and a few hooks ups, that attraction died down some and you took it as you were just horny. Or at least you thought.

Wonwoo did what he did best, listen to you, and gave you advice. And that was just take this as a Mingyu being an idiot, and to accept that you both wanted something more with each other. His words sunk into you and that was what made you not be able to sleep much, your mind reeling over everything that happened.

But one thing was for sure. You didn’t want him to stop kissing you like he was just then, but the sound of the door opening caused the two of your to break apart. Except Mingyu kept his arms around you. The elderly woman who came in eyed you both in disapproval before shaking her head and moving to one of the free machines.

“They’re not used to seeing me with anyone.” You whisper, and Mingyu gave you a lopsided smile, his hand cupping your face.

“Guess they will need to get used to seeing you with me.” Mingyu teased before kissing you again.

Hope you all enjoyed! This MingyuxReader will be back. In another fic of their own and you will see them in the other's as they come out. Y/N will have a name in the other fics in the series.

[lets-try-some-writing]

I read the story about the tiny feral Orion Pax and I want a second part where Alpha Trion randomly showed up at the Autobot base and told stories about how feral Optimus was when he was just a sparkling to the Autobots and humans alike. I think Ratchet might remember the incidents as he might have had to repair the little monster a few times

Hmm well I doubt he'd actually turn up at base proper, but I CAN see Smokescreen being the one to speak of things Alpha Trion told him. Bonus funnies if he has no clue that "Orion Pax" Is Optimus Prime.

The other piece with Trion can be found here. Plus the series of Smokey things this is attached to can be found here.

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For once, the base was filled with laughter and cheer. After a particularly stressful battle, Wheeljack had seen fit to bring out high-grade for everyone's enjoyment. To 'let off steam' he said. Ratchet attempted to shut down the idea before it could fully root itself in the minds of those present, but surprisingly, Optimus permitted it. Perhaps the rumors weren't entirely true. Maybe Primes did party.

It hadn't taken long for the Wreckers to pull out cubes and start handing out Wheeljack's special brand of high-grade.Smokescreen had never been given the chance to indulge in the drink, but now that he was a warrior and Alpha Trion wasn't breathing down his neck, the overcharged liquid flowed freely. He felt a bit like a sparkling with his servo caught in the goodie jar, but he relaxed upon seeing Bumblebee whip out a straw and start going to town on his cube.

Admittedly, watching Bumblebee fuel was a bit unsettling since he lacked a good portion of his jaw, but Smokescreen simply refocused on his own treat.

The high-grade was sweet, almost like candy that had been melted down. And yet it was also bubbly, bordering on the texture and taste of a ration a few cycles from going bad. Despite both those things, Smokescreen found he enjoyed the drink, especially as a pleasant buzz started to run along his systems. The world seemed all the brighter as the high-grade quietly sent his auxiliary sensory protocols into hazy inactivity. Was this what the humans felt like all the time? Limited just to sight and hearing?

It was kind of novel.

As the high-grade flowed, Smokescreen noticed that the team seemed to share his feelings on the matter of overcharge. Before too long, bots laughed and sang; a few even began to open up. Smokescreen watched it all from the sidelines for the most part, listening as the Wreckers began exchanging stories and Arcee went into detail about a few of her more exciting missions. Even Bee chimed in with a retelling of some fun events that went on during training. But the story swapping didn't really get wild until Ratchet of all bots spoke up.

"There was this one time I had to patch up Orion. He apparently decided it would be a fantastic idea to attempt parkour like Jazz. Without any training, no less." The team laughed. Smokescreen snickered into his drink. The name Orion sounded familiar, but it was not something that immediately registered in his memory banks.

"Jazz dragged him into my clinic with a broken leg, one dislocated shoulder, half his plating shredded, and his right audial half torn off." Ratchet laughed, nudging Optimus with a shoulder. The Prime didn't comment and instead smiled softly as he sipped his drink. The team joined the medic in his mirth, commenting quietly and giggling like younglings.

"According to someone, 'it seemed like a great idea at the time'." The medic chuckled into his high-grade, more than a little buzzed due to it. As he did so, Smokescreen recognized the name at last.

"Oh, I think I know who you are talking about! Orion Pax! The head archivist! Alpha Trion told me all about him!" Smokescreen's words, thank Primus, didn't end up coming out too slurred as he spoke up. The team paused in their activities, their optics falling on him in interest. Even Optimus's optics widened in what he could only assume was interest. Smokescreen suffered momentary stage fright, but he continued on with his thought.

"Trion said that Orion was brought into the archives when he was still a sparkling, and that he was a little menace." Ratchet laughed outright at the statement, slapping Optimus's shoulder in amusement before going back to his drink all giggly. Wheeljack poured himself and the rest of the team another cube in response.

"Well, don't keep us waiting, kid. What'd the old cogger say?" Wheeljack grinned like a terrorcon, earning a baleful glare from Optimus. Smokescreen, however, in his high-grade fueled stupor, didn't recognize any potential danger and continued on with his story. Everyone seemed to be enjoying it after all.

"I never would have guessed the head archivist would be the way he was, but according to Trion, he liked to lick datapads." There was a momentary silence, one only emphasized by Optimus staring at Smokescreen in horror. He almost regretted opening his mouth, but that fear went flying out the window as Ratchet cackled and promptly slapped the nearest surface as he wheezed out his laughter. He was almost incoherent as he pointed at Optimus, his optics flashing with emotion only brought out by overcharged drinks. "I fragging knew my medical texts had fluid on them!" Smokescreen stared at Ratchet in momentary concern, but his focus was drawn back to the story he was telling as Arcee gave him a wolfish grin along with a question.

"He licked datapads?" The two-wheeler looked to be trying desperately to keep her composure. Smokescreen couldn't exactly blame her. There weren't many bots who had habits like the old head archivist. Licking datapads of all things, he could hardly picture the sanitary concerns. But then again, Smokescreen wasn't much better with a few of his well-hidden preferences.

"Yeah! Guess the head archivist thought they tasted good or something. Trion said Orion Pax never really got over the habit and occasionally gnawed on them when stressed." That was enough to have Bulkhead leaning against the nearest wall for support. Ratchet for his part dropped to his knees, clutching his abdomen as his vents flared in response to his howling laughter. He seemed to find it far more funny than anyone else, but the Doctor's reaction urged Smokescreen on, especially as Bumblebee snorted into his drink and splattered it on his face.

"That wasn't all he did, though! Alpha Trion told me all about how the head archivist used to climb the pillars in the archives! There were still claw marks in the metal when I was there." Another round of spark clenching laughter met his declaration. Arcee outright wheezed, trying desperately not to look in Optimus's direction. Bumblebee wasn't much better, or Wheeljack for that matter. Both looked a moment away from combusting as they tried to hold back laughter. Bulkhead just leaned harder against the wall, a servo brought up to his mouth as Ratchet cackled on the ground.

Smokescreen paused in his story, watching the team and their frantic attempts to not look at their Prime. He tilted his helm in confusion, watching as Optimus held his cube with a neutral expression. However, looking closer through his auxiliary heat sensing systems, Smokescreen could catch the faintest hints of what looked to be a blush of all things. Was this what the rumors meant when they said Primes didn't party?

"I was given the head archivist's old room while I was there, for that matter. It was just me with Trion most of the time, so I got the closest room to his, which just happened to be Pax's." Smokescreen rubbed his neck a little sheepishly, sensing that there was something he might have missed.

"He had some weird habits, sure. But I got to see a few of his old records, and he seemed really nice! Just a bit off is all." Somehow, his attempt at easing the strange tension coming from Optimus did the exactly opposite. He could almost see the way Optimus's shoulders slumped as Ratchet continued to lose his mind on the ground, drink forgotten.

"What sort of habits?" Bumblebee chimed in, his binary tones still a bit difficult to decipher, but not impossible. Smokescreen paused for a moment, unsure if he should continue seeing how stressed Optimus appeared. He wasn't sure why the Prime seemed so uncomfortable, but it was probably a good idea to not tempt fate.

"I uh… I don't want to damage the poor mech's reputation since he's probably not around anymore." Smokescreen fiddled with his drink, his enthusiasm dimmed. But before he could fully close himself off, Ratchet hobbled his way over, grinning and tapping Smokescreen's chassis.

"Go on, tell us about it. I can assure you, as one of Orion's oldest friends, he won't be upset." Smokescreen reset his optics. But seeing the entirety of the team, save for Optimus, looking enthused… well he couldn't exactly say no, now could he?

"Well, Orion Pax had a hero wall in his room. It was well hidden. I found it behind a wall panel that I kicked by accident." Every passing moment made Optimus look more and more willing to perish. All the while, the team leaned in closer, eager to hear to an almost rabid degree. Smokescreen was more than a little nervous, but he continued on.

"The whole thing was covered in posters and snippets of gladiators, various political figures, and a LOT of Soundwave pics. Guess Pax was into freaky mechs." Uproarious laughter met Smokescreen's words as Ratchet moved over to Optimus and slapped his arm, his optics bright and hazy from the high-grade and amusement. Finally, Optimus frowned in discontentment and Smokescreen took that as his cue to wrap up.

It seemed like the Prime was done with the whole partying business.

"To be fair, it was very beautifully put together!" More laughter met him, this time from Bumblebee and Wheeljack who had to lean on the nearest surface for support. Arcee just shook like a bomb about to go off, her grip on her cube shaky and uncertain as she fought back a smile. Bulkhead just wheezed in the corner.

Smokescreen fidgeted with his digits nervously.

"I… I saved something from his room, actually." The laughter eased for a moment as the team looked over at him curiously. Even Optimus's frown relaxed a degree as Smokescreen hastily dug through his sub-space. He didn't have to know why Optimus seemed so uncomfortable with the discussion. For all he knew, Orion might have been a good friend. It seemed like a good idea to pull out something less humorous.

It took him a moment, but soon enough, Smokescreen pulled out a small vial. It glowed blue, showing the innermost energon within it. Smokescreen almost felt bad holding the thing. Innermost energon was only meant for mecha important to an individual, and here he was, some random guardsmech who rooted around in the head archivist's room. The only reason he'd picked it up and shoved it in his subspace to begin with was because he originally intended to give it to Alpha Trion for safekeeping. Of course, that had to have been the very same night the attack on Iacon occurred.

"Is that-?" Bulkhead spoke up, but cut himself short as Optimus stepped forward, his optics wide.

"Innermost energon… a gift intended for an amica." Any laughter died in it's cradle as Optimus tenderly reached out. Smokescreen didn't hesitate to pass over the vial, watching as the mood shifted into something more solemn.

The Prime ran his digits over the small vial, his optics cycled wide as if he were a newbuild. His field pulsed in waves of old sorrow for a long moment, earning him a gentle touch from Ratchet once the Doctor composed himself enough to come closer. The rest of the team stayed silent, each of them seeming to know something important regarding Optimus and Orion Pax that Smokescreen was not privy to.

"Did you know archivist Pax? If that's the case… I'm sorry for throwing his secrets around. I just assumed that with the war and all, considering he was a civilian, he probably didn't…" Smokescreen trailed off, not wanting to meet the gazes of anyone present as the high-grade in his system eased enough to let him think clearly. What sort of aft mocked the dead? Slag, he'd messed up.

"I intended to gift this to Soundwave in the hopes that by being amica, we might be able to grow close enough to help Megatronus more efficiently." The words registered, but they did not fully compute as the Prime lifted the vial, watching it sadly.

"It was to be a bond to bind us for a lifetime, as Megatronus's right and left servos. His guides and aids in the battle for Cybertron's freedom." Ratchet held Optimus's arm, his field pulsing in age old grief that Smokescreen could hardly comprehend. The rest of the team simply observed.

"I planned to gift this token after our meeting with the High Council… but that event destroyed any brotherhood that might have lingered between us." A deep sigh escaped the Prime then, the air growing heavier with ancient regret.

"I lost more than just Megatronus that cycle. I lost so much more than him." With a weary flare of his field, Optimus held the vial a little longer before passing it back to Smokescreen. Only as he held it did everything click.

"You are Archivist Pax?" Optimus smiled ever so slightly at that.

"I was, long ago. But Orion no longer lingers here. He is but an echo of a happier time." With that, the Prime turned to leave, seemingly done with it all.

"Please, enjoy your evening. Do not allow my lamentations to ruin your celebrations." Without another word, Optimus hurried off toward his hab. The team watched in worry for a while, and Smokescreen fiddled with the vial while contemplating the implications of everything. But eventually, the team returned to their activities. Wheeljack put on a movie and poured more drinks. Bulkhead set up makeshift seating, Bumblebee sat down to watch the film with Arcee. Ratchet, for his part, passed out without meaning to five kliks into the movie.

Smokescreen took the opportunity to step away and follow after Optimus, soon finding himself knocking on the Prime's door.

When it opened, Smokescreen held out the vial, his door wings dipped in anxiety.

"I'm sorry for saying all that stuff about you! I didn't mean anything by it! And… I'm sorry I brought up bad memories." He didn't look up, he couldn't bring himself to. Without intending it, he'd hurt Optimus's reputation and brought up old losses. He'd messed up.

"Smokescreen."

Optimus's voice was gentle, almost sad as he reached out and pressed the vial back into Smokescreen's servos. His optics widened in shock, quickly forcing him to start up at the Prime in confusion.

"Do not feel guilty for what you have done. It was in good faith, and I know your spark." The Prime smiled tenderly as he clasped Smokescreen's shoulder, a fond gesture that seemed both so very right and wrong all at once.

"This is yours. It's your innermost energon. Don't you want it back?" His question rang out, unanswered for a long while. But after a klik, Optimus shook his helm.

"It is a remnant of a time long gone by. I would rather it come to new servos and represent something other than what it was originally intended to signify." With that, the Prime's servo moved down. The next thing Smokescreen knew, Optimus was holding his servos, a kind expression on his face.

Why? Why would Optimus trust him with such a thing?

"I don't understand." He murmured faintly as he heard the distant sounds of the movie playing in the background.

"You were also a student of Alpha Trion. You served him as I did, so long ago." Optimus, to Smokescreen's shock dropped to a knee to put them on equal level. He had no words. How could he? Optimus was on his knees just so they could speak at the same level.

"We are all that remains of our master, and in a sense, that ties us together." Smokescreen's field flared in disbelief, but also… relief. He'd been alone in his thoughts since his arrival. The team didn't know him, so they didn't really talk to him. The humans were nice enough, but they could never understand.

To know he had someone who cared? Who knew the loss?

"We're kind of like brothers then." Smokescreen laughed softly, nervously even. But Optimus didn't refute him. The Prime simply hummed and squeezed his servos. Somehow, that simple act conveyed more than words ever could.

"Keep this token of my youth, Smokescreen. Erase the sorrow it brings with a new promise, or perhaps remembrance for our departed teacher." Quietly, Optimus released his grip and stood back up, his expression strangely peaceful. He stood in his doorway for a while, seemingly thinking. Then, he nodded.

"If all else should fail, remember me, little brother." Then, just like that, the door slid closed.

Smokescreen stared for a while, unable to move. When he did, he meandered back to his room in silence, staring down at the small vial.

"Brothers…"

He murmured into the night, and as he did so, his view of the Prime shifted. Optimus was his leader, his idol, his Prime.

But beneath all that, hidden behind layers of rank and order, was someone he could trust. Someone who understood.

A mech he might one day dare to openly call a friend.

[anonyme-glace]

Home Wrecker

Some fantasy where I’m a home wrecking slut at my college. Scarlett A style. My style is nothing to be proud of, stripper tits showing off, cut outs in my clothes, short shorts, no bra, itching to be dress coded, but know I won’t be bc I fucked the dean. If he does dresscode me, I’ve got a handy little video of him begging to see my tits, begging for me to suck him faster. I’d tell his wife about his little step-daughter fetish.

I’m definitely not the smartest cookie in the book but I might as well be on honour roll for all the dirty handjobs I’ve given after class. maybe ill let them play with my pussy if they’re good. Of course for each one of these professors, I’ve got hundreds of screenshots of them asking me for nudes, or sending me dick pics. Some even ask to act out their fantasies. Shit you would only see on the worst parts of the internet. I charge hefty sums for that stuff.

Of course my only real target is my math professor. He’s the only one who hasn't given up yet, but I know he's thinking about it. in his forties, married, kids are my age and gone off to college. he's seriously built. Hands are rough and veiny, and rest on my shoulder for too long after helping me with a math problem.

After a couple weeks he agrees to tutor me after classes. I wear my worst outfits yet. I can feel the way his eyes drink me in, and I can see his bulge grow a bit. I’m craving that thick married cock. I’ll take care of him. Eventually I get him to move our sessions to my house, off campus where I live alone. I get nasty. Hands touching him, going up and down his thigh as he sits next to me. Obviously he gives in. Now our sessions consist of him bending me over and fucking into my cunt with no remorse. Over time he’s brough toys into it; fetishes his wife would never do. He fucks my ass, dp’s me, ties me down, fucks me face. He does anything to me bc he knows I’ll take it all.

One day he invites me to his house and I meet his wife. We all have dinner and then head upstairs. He starts touching me, pleasing me. He ruins me in front of her. By the end of the year his wedding band is but a faint indent on his ring finger and I couldn’t be happier.!

[puppym3]

want a dom han one? I got you unnie!! Han is my bias wrecker and believe me I have MANY ideas. So my idea was: "Han saw you walking with your ex on street going to a club in a sexy outfit and he got jealous so he got dom" I hope it's good enough thank you for accepting my last request and if you want to put me in the tag list I don't have a problem :)) thank you unnieee I love youu <333

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➤ han jisung x reader

wc: 2.1k

warnings: MDNI! 18+, smut, jealousy, public sex, unprotected piv, fingers (f. rec), pull-out game crazy, risky sex in random alley, ig they're in love now?, (lmk if i missed anything)

a/n: THANK YOU @jiyeonslays FOR THE SUGGESTION, i love you so much, i hope i wrote it nicely <3 i hope you're having a nice day or night where you are, I've been getting tons of han and hyunjin suggestions and it makes me so happy!

love you guys, stay sexy! if you want to be added to the taglist lmk!

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You’d barely noticed the crisp night air as you walked down the bustling street, arm-in-arm with your ex. Your outfit clung to your curves, a daring choice for a night out at the club. The city lights bounced off the sequins of your dress, casting a mesmerizing shimmer that caught the eyes of passersby.

Your ex's hand rested possessively on your lower back, and the occasional flirtatious comment and laugh between you made it clear that the evening was meant to rekindle old flames. You were having a decent time, but your mind was far from at ease.

There were so many other things you'd rather be doing.

Your phone was filled with text messages from your friend, who had been nosy about the whole thing, she was the one who set you up for this entire date anyway. She did that because she liked your friend, and wanted you to get out of the picture for her.

The two of you were walking to a popular club in the heart of the city, the line for the entrance was already wrapped around the building.

"Do you wanna stand in line or should we just go back to my place?" Your ex's tone was low and suggestive, and you knew what he wanted.

You sighed, knowing that he wasn't going to like your response, "I'm sorry, but I just want to get a drink and have a good time."

Your ex rolled his eyes, "We can always do that. Just come back with me, please."

His tone was desperate, and you couldn't help but wonder if you'd made a mistake by agreeing to see him again.

Suddenly you felt a hand on your wrist,

"I thought I told you to stay away from her." It was the voice of someone who was trying very hard to remain calm, but the rage was there. You turned around, recognizing the voice instantly.

"Han..."

"Who the hell is this?" Your ex said, not pleased with this interruption.

You felt embarrassed, especially because it was in front of a whole crowd, "This is Han, my friend."

Your ex scoffed, "Friend? That's what they call it nowadays?"

"Shut up. You don't know what you're talking about." Han was practically fuming. You felt his grip tighten as he snaked his arm around you to protectively lay around your waist as if he was afraid to let go.

Your ex’s eyes narrowed, clearly offended by Han's overt display of possessiveness. The crowd around the club seemed to sense the tension, some looking over with curiosity while others tried to ignore the scene.

Han’s gaze remained fixed on your ex, his voice carrying a sharp edge. “I’ve told you before—stay away from her.”

You could see your ex bristling, clearly not liking the turn of events. His voice came out low and threatening, his hands clenched into fists.

"What the hell are you even doing here? Did you follow us?"

Han ignored him and instead turned to look at you. You felt your heart leap into your throat as you looked into his dark brown eyes. You saw a fire burning behind them, an intensity that you had never seen before. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words died on his lips. Instead, he leaned down and pressed his mouth against yours, kissing you deeply.

The kiss was electric, sending sparks throughout your body. You felt your knees grow weak, and your breath quickened. Han pulled away, his eyes searching yours for a moment. He then turned back to your ex, his eyes darkening as he spoke,

"Leave."

Your ex was stunned, his eyes widening as he took in the sight before him.

Han stood there, his jaw clenched and his arms crossed. He was not backing down.

Your ex let out a shaky breath and turned away, muttering a curse under his breath as he left.

Han's eyes followed him until he was out of sight. Then he grabbed your wrist and led you to a secluded area, where he pinned you against the wall.

You gasped as you felt his body pressed against yours, his lips dangerously close to your ear.

"What- What's wrong?" You stammered, trying to regain your composure.

Han's grip tightened, and you winced slightly.

"Why didn't you tell me you were seeing him again?" His voice was low and dangerous, his hot breath tickling your skin.

You were taken aback by his question, your cheeks flushing as you tried to find the words to explain yourself.

"I... It wasn't... it wasn't set up by me."

Han's brow furrowed, and his eyes narrowed. He wasn't convinced.

"Then why didn't you tell me you were hanging out with him? How do I know you didn't plan on going home with him tonight?"

You shook your head, your eyes wide as you tried to make him understand.

"No! No, it wasn't like that, I swear!"

Han's lips were pressed together in a thin line, his expression unreadable.

"Then what was it like?"

Your heart was pounding in your chest, and you were struggling to breathe.

"I was trying to get over you."

You felt his body tense against yours, and he took a step back, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Get over me?"

You nodded, your eyes beginning to sting.

"I like you, Han. But it wouldn't be right for me, because someone else likes you."

Han's eyebrows knitted together, and he ran a hand through his hair.

"Is this about your friend?"

"Yeah, she wants you and she thought maybe if I was out of the picture, she could step in."

Han sighed, his expression softening as he took a step toward you.

"I don't want her."

You felt your heart flutter in your chest, and you held your breath, unsure of what to say.

Han’s confession hung in the air between you, a tender vulnerability in his eyes. His hand gently brushed your cheek, his touch both soothing and electrifying.

“I don’t want her,” he repeated, his voice steady but filled with a deep sincerity. “I want you.”

His words sent a thrill through your body, and you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning in closer, your lips seeking his. His arms wrapped around your waist, drawing you close. His kiss was gentle at first, but quickly became more passionate. You felt his tongue brush against yours, and a moan escaped your lips.

He pressed you against the wall, his hands roaming over your body. You were lost in the moment, the taste of him on your lips, the heat of his touch on your skin. You couldn’t help but wonder if this was a dream or if it was real.

He broke the kiss and stared into your eyes. "Seeing you with that asshole drove me crazy."

You were still dazed, your breathing heavy. You struggled to find the words to respond, but Han continued.

"I wanted to break his fingers, just for touching you."

You gasped as Han's hand drifted up your thigh, pushing the hem of your dress up.

"You're mine."

You nodded, your lips parting as he leaned in to kiss you again, his hand moving between your legs. You gasped, feeling his fingers teasing you, slipping under your panties.

He broke the kiss and pulled away slightly, looking into your eyes.

"Say it."

You swallowed, your eyes fluttering closed.

"I'm yours," you whispered, your breath catching as he slid a finger inside you.

"Good girl."

He pressed his lips to yours, swallowing your moan. You felt his tongue dance across yours as his fingers worked their magic.

You couldn't help but tremble, the cold night air, the feeling him slowly pumping in and out of you, his thumb brushing over your clit. It was all too much.

"You're so wet for me," he whispered, his voice low and husky.

You let out a small whimper, his words sending a wave of pleasure through your body.

He removed his hand, and you heard the sound of a zipper being undone. You opened your eyes, gazing up at him.

"H-Here?" You said, your eyes widened in panic.

He chuckled softly, his hands cupping your ass, lifting you up.

"You think I'm going to wait any longer than I have to?"

He carried you over to a random ledge in the alleyway, the metal surface cool against your heated skin. He lowered you down onto it, the metal creaking beneath your weight.

He reached up, grabbing a handful of your hair and tugging it back. You gasped, exposing your neck to him. He bent down, his lips brushing against the soft skin of your throat, trailing down to the swell of your breasts.

"So beautiful," he murmured, his fingers tracing the contours of your body.

You shivered, feeling the cold air against your exposed flesh. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, the need for him growing more and more urgent.

"Please," you breathed, unable to wait any longer.

He grinned, his hand sliding between your legs, stroking the sensitive flesh. You shuddered, feeling the heat of his palm against your slick folds.

"What do you want, baby?" He whispered, his fingers tracing light circles on your clit.

You moaned, unable to form a coherent response, your mind clouded by the pleasure his touch was bringing you.

He chuckled, his hand moving lower, slipping a finger inside you. You gasped, feeling him thrusting into you, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"Please," you moaned, arching your back, pressing your breasts against his chest.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours, his hand moving faster, his thumb circling your clit.

You moaned, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he pleasured you. Your body trembled, the sensation overwhelming. You knew you wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.

"I need you," you whimpered, your breath coming in ragged gasps.

He groaned, his other hand grasping the back of your neck, his lips devouring yours.

"You'll get me, baby."

You shuddered, feeling him pull his finger out of you.

He grabbed the base of his cock, positioning himself at your entrance.

He pressed his lips against yours, his tongue sliding past your lips. You moaned into the kiss, feeling the head of his cock pressing against your slick folds.

You gasped as he thrust inside you, stretching you open, filling you completely.

You moaned, feeling him slide out, only to thrust back in, deeper than before.

You clung to him, your legs wrapped around his waist, your nails digging into his shoulders.

He buried his face in your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he rocked his hips, his pace growing faster and harder.

"God, you feel so good," he moaned, his voice strained.

You cried out, feeling him slamming into you, the pressure building within you.

"Don't stop," you pleaded, your eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm you.

He groaned, his hand tangling in your hair, pulling it back as his hips snapped forward, his cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside you.

You cried out, feeling the heat in the pit of your stomach rising.

"I can't," he growled, his breath hot against your ear.

You whimpered, the pressure building, threatening to burst.

He grunted, his grip tightening on your hair.

"Cum for me, baby."

You cried out, your body shuddering as you came, your climax washing over you.

He moaned, his hips bucking, pulling out before his cock twitched as he spilled his seed on your thigh.

You collapsed against the cold metal below you, panting heavily, trying to catch your breath.

You looked up at him, your eyes half-lidded, a smile on your lips.

He grinned, leaning down to kiss you, his hand resting on your cheek.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his eyes filled with concern.

You nodded, taking a deep breath.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you said, your voice shaky.

He kissed you again, his lips lingering against yours.

"But, we are... kind of in a public space."

Han blinked, looking around the alleyway, "We are, aren't we?"

"Uh-huh."

He chuckled, helping you off the ledge.

"That was a bit spontaneous of us."

You giggled, pulling him into another kiss.

"It was," you agreed, smiling up at him. "Let's hope there's no cameras here."

Han glanced up, his brow furrowed.

"Yeah, that's probably for the best."

The two of you dressed quickly, adjusting your clothes and making sure there was no evidence of your little tryst.

He grabbed your hand, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on the back of your hand.

"Where to now?"

You thought for a moment, then shrugged.

"Well, I did want to go dancing."

───

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[solar4seekstron]

Just a funny short with IDW!Kup x Reader

Original part here.

Kup was currently yelling at the younger wreckers as per usual while Springer took a small vacation on a planet else where. Bulkhead especially was pretty sad since he accidentally broke something.

You’d then walk in with a couple data pads in your cervos as Kup keeps speaking.

The others then see you and give you pleading optics to help them. Even putting their cervos together. Kup notices and scolds them more. “Don’t look at them. They cant always save you. You bunch off-“

He was cut off as you got to him. Grabbing his chin and turning his helm to face you. “Y/N can’t you see I’m scolding them-“ He soon shuts up as your dermas connects with his.

All of a sudden he seems to soon be calm and shuts up. The other wreckers waiting to see if it’ll work.

Once you pulled away Kup seemed almost intranced as he grumbled a bit with a blush as he tried to speak. His optics almost hazy as he frowned. “Y’all can…go”

His helm resting ontop of your chest as you gently held him. You’d then wink at the others with a smile. In a way you became like a carrier to them since then and the others made their way out to have drinks.

”You’re evil..” Kup says. As you let out a deep chuckle and kiss his helm.

”Still works.” His cervos then holds your waist and he stands a little straighter as connects his dermas with yours. Your arms wrapping around his as your both kissed each other. Alone in the room at last….again.

Bonus Ending:

Bulkhead walked over to Y/N while they were making energon. He had some Cybertronian flowers and wished to give them to you. You accepted and you both started chatting.

Eventually he soon took you by surprise. Bulkhead soon asking after being so entranced.

”Please adopt me.” You let out a flattered chuckle after just looking at him. Before the other younger wreckers budding in. “Adopt us too!!!!”

You give them a soft smile and say. “Heh why not.”

The wreckers giving you a big family hug as they say.

“YES!!!!”

Somewhere else in the ship-

Springer and Kup were having a meeting until Kup got a chill up his spine. Springer noticed and spoke. “You alright?”

��No, I just got a bad feeling right now-“

This is just a silly idea that came to mind. I hope you guys enjoy this! As always a repost is appreciated and I hope you all have a good rest of your day!!!!

[the-bi-space-ace]

Trouble Sleeping Headcanons

hi I haven’t been sleeping well for the past few weeks (anxiety) so here’s what our favorite clones are like when they can’t sleep.

Echo

He does one of two things. 1) Sometimes when he can’t sleep he goes to the cockpit to join whoever is on watch. He sits in the copilot’s seat and hangs out or chats. Keeps them entertained. 2) he picks a target and climbs into bed with them. He’s very quiet about it so he usually doesn’t wake them up. Often one of the batch wakes up to an armful of Echo and zero blankets because he’s stolen them in his sleep.

Crosshair

Can’t stand suffering alone. He will wake someone up to talk to him and he will also try to convince them they woke him up. They rarely fall for this but go along with him anyway. Either that or he’ll sketch. Clean his rifle. Something to keep his hands busy. If they’re parked he will get out on top of the ship and stargaze.

Cody

He rolls over and rubs a hand down his face and works. Reports. Battle plans. Messages from other commanders asking for his opinion. He just keeps going until his brain is so overloaded he just passes out. Sometimes he will wake up and stare at the ceiling and think about finding someone to bunk with for the night but often he prefers keeping busy.

Rex

This man goes for a jog. Or boxes. Anything physical. He can’t sleep so he might as well train. If his muscles hurt and he’s exhausted he might be able to sleep. He will work out until he’s nothing but sweat and sore muscles and then he takes a shower. Sometimes other clones are doing the same thing he is, trying to do anything to get their minds to quiet, but other times he just walks around alone. He does a barracks check if that still doesn’t work, walking through the rows of sleeping troopers to make sure all is well.

Wrecker

Is not often in a situation where sleep doesn’t come easy. But if he does find himself awake he will find a snack. Eating will usually get him to at least the sleepy stage again. His next trick is to just make sure Lula is close by. Once he’s warm and full(er) he can usually manage falling back to sleep.

Tech

He’s gonna tinker. He will find any and every project and tinker until the sun rises. He has finished larger projects in one night from this very behavior.

Hunter

I’m imagining him sitting in a chair on the Marauder and sipping on something warm. He will sometimes relieve the person on watch and take over. He is also more inclined to a physical distraction but their busy schedule means he can’t go for a run like he’d prefer. So sometimes he does quiet exercises in the cockpit to avoid waking anyone else up. Tire himself out that way. Extra headcanon that if Echo also can’t sleep they sit in the cockpit and talk. Sometimes share a bottle of whatever alcohol they have on the ship. Share stories. All in the quiet of the ship while everyone else sleeps.

Fox

Sleep? What is sleep? He’s had ten energy drinks today and also three stims. He doesn’t remember the last time he closed his eyes. Not even to blink. Was that the caf timer??? Is it daylight already? It’s Thursday he thought it was still Monday? Someone take this man to bed and tuck him in please.

[awkward-tension-art]

Clones and Your Grief HC's

I’m coping with the fact that a family member died by writing headcanons for copy-paste-men. Yes, this is entirely self indulgent. Yes, I am writing based on what I had felt/gone through in the last 24 hours.

CW: Death of family member, reader is gender neutral, This isn’t proofread at all, grief, mourning, If i miss a tag lmk

Clones: Rex, Fives, Wolffe, Hunter, Echo, Wrecker, Tech, Crosshair

Minors DNI

You got the call this morning. Right before you got ready for work, you got the call of your family member passing away in the night. no warning. all so sudden.

It felt like you were struck with a speeder. Then, you felt nothing. 

Logically, you knew it was shock. Your brain was overloaded, and you were unable to process. You weren't incapacitated yet, so you got up.

You have work to do.

So you went to work, shutting down and doing what you needed to do in order to make it through the day. You were in a daze the entire time. 

Time went by too fast but also too slow.

You don’t even know when you got home. You just know that you clocked out and walked into your apartment. Unsurprisingly, your clone lover, who had a key, wanted to see you that night.

He took one look at you and knew something was seriously wrong.

When you told him, the grief finally hit you. 

Rex

Will hold you, remaining silent.

He's lost brothers on the field and was forced to continue as if nothing happened. He knows why you shut down due to shock that morning.

So he understands.

He's just going to hold you tightly, and not let go until you do.

Rex is well aware that sometimes talking about it isn't going to help. So he keeps quiet and lets you speak when your ready.

He's a silent comfort. Let's you come to him if you need him to hug you, listen to you or cuddle you.

Fives

Immediately his arms are around you and he's whispering comfort

He might get teary-eyed too out of pure empathy.

He knows grief. he knows pain. and he knows what your feeling. So he wants to help you through it.

He had shut down too before, and only truly felt the emotion afterward. He gets how numbness might hit you in waves.

He'll go with you to the funeral if you want. he just wants to be by your side to help you.

Expect a lot of cuddling, honestly. He just wants to hold you and not let go until he's certain your alright.

Wolffe

He was one of 4 survivors of his entire legion getting killed. Trust me, he knows the feeling of grief.

His brothers and him all leaned on each other through their grief, and he's going to do the same for you.

He'll ask what you need, and act accordingly.

He's a steadfast shoulder to cry on. Like Rex, he doesn't talk much.

You'll have to go to him, he isn't going to push or pry. He knows if he tries to force you to feel what your not ready to feel, it'll do more harm than good.

He'll hold you, keep you close and try to give you everything you need.

Hunter

He knows something is wrong even before you walk through your door.

He's the type to try and comfort with the usual words of 'It'll be ok' or 'they're in a better place.'

If this doesn't help you much, he's flexible and patient. He'll adapt to what you need from him. Space? you got it. Closeness? he's there.

He's going to catch on very quickly if you don't eat or drink properly, so he's going to be pushy in that regard.

Hunter isn't going to let you abandon yourself because of your grief.

Like I said, he's patient and flexible, he'll do whatever he needs to help you through your grief.

Echo

He's the softest out of all of them. He's going to hold you, kiss your face and just be there for you.

Like Fives, he's extremely empathetic. He'll shed a tear just because your crying.

He'll take care of you, honestly. bring you meals, brush your hair (if you want), help you to bed, everything.

Your his heart, and he's in actual pain that your grieving.

Though, if you shut down the same way you did that morning, he's going to worry

He understands how quickly someone can spiral in grief, and he's going to move the entire galaxy to help you.

Wrecker

Like Rex, he's holding you and never letting go.

He's going to try and distract you, make jokes, get you outside into the sun, or get you moving at the very least

He won't allow you to close yourself off. He'll give you space, but he won't let you shut him down completely.

Also wants to attend the funeral with you, if you allow him. He'd be holding your hand the entire time. Though, if it's a family-only event, he understands.

He's pretty quick to pick up on what you need. You need someone to hold you? he's there. You need to get your grief-driven anger out? He's got a pipe ready and some scrap piles that need beating up.

He's going to be by your side through it all.

Tech

First thing he asks is 'What happened?'

Admittedly, he gives some standard responses, such as 'I'm sorry for your loss' and other things like that.

If it doesn't help much, he stumbles slightly. He knows your going through mourning. He knows whats happening logically. but he can't logic his way through this.

So, Tech is going to act with his gut feeling, and try his best to help and comfort you.

He does some researching and looks more into how best to help you through your grief. He's fully prepared depending on the stage of grief you've hit.

He'll talk you through the bargaining phase. Help you get your anger out. Make sure your eating and taking care of yourself through the depression phase.

He's with you, to the best of his ability.

Crosshair

He's not going to say a lot. his words are minimal at best, instead opting to physically comfort you.

He becomes...protective. more so than usual.

It's because your at an extremely vulnerable position emotionally and mentally. He'll be damned if he lets something or someone cause you any more pain and grief.

He's going to attend the funeral with you. if its family-only he's going to go anyway and remain at a distance. Practically shadow you.

Crosshair is going to be extremely sweet and soft holding you. He doesn't want you to bottle up your emotions, so he's going to just wrap his arms around you and let you cry.

Again, his comfort is more physical rather than verbal.

[jut-and-dae-enthusiast]

Behind Closed Doors {k.s.m}

Kim Seungmin x gn!reader, established relationship, seungmin brain rot, my bias wrecker of all bias wreckers, kinda proofread but im sure there's errors pls just ignore them thanks.

“Are you sure everything is okay with you and Seungmin?” Your friend asked carefully over coffee one day. 

“Uh, yeah, everything’s great?” You looked at her with confusion before setting your drink down to fully understand what she was trying to say.

“It’s just…” She hesitated. “We’re just worried about you y/n. We all know you deserve someone who’s absolutely obsessed with you, but I don’t think we’ve even seen the two of you kiss yet. And you’ve been dating for well over a year now.” You sighed and looked down into your drink. “I mean, the most contact we’ve seen between the two of you is that you sit semi-close to one another and occasionally hold pinkies.”

What she didn’t know was that it was always like this with him in public, shy minimal touches but eyes filled with adoration. There was the rare occasion where he would even hold you a bit closer, but that was on days he was feeling extra clingy. PDA was something that made both of you a little uncomfortable, so your public excursions usually consisted more of longing gazes and flushed cheeks. You had tried to explain this many times, but your friends wouldn’t have it.

What they don’t see is the fact that the second you are securely behind the closed apartment door, you can’t seem to get rid of him. Like a golden retriever thinking it’s a lap dog, he will fully lay on you while reading or scrolling through his phone. He’s so extremely clingy, following you around just about anywhere (he lets you have your privacy for the toilet but even that is a stretch). 

He has to be touching you in some way, whether it’s your feet in his lap or his hand on your thigh. He’ll never admit it, but physical touch is very comforting for him and he tries to fill up on it as much as he can when the two of you are alone. 

It was a point of conflict early in your relationship, mainly because your friends (continuously) expressed their concern about how cold he seemed. The way he would tease you mercilessly (but they didn’t see the heart eyes he had when he called you an idiot). They would also make passive aggressive comments to him and you had no idea it upset him. You found out on a seemingly random day when you got home from work, excited to be mauled by him. However you were greeted by silence, Seungmin laying quietly on the couch with his hood on and headphones secured over his head. 

“Hey, Minnie, I’m home.” You called softly, setting your bag down and gently patting the top of his head. He looked up at you and nodded, flashing a tight smile and looking back down at his phone. You smile softly, assuming he’s tired and decide to just go get changed out of work clothes. 

Once comfy, you come back and squeeze yourself beside him on the couch. He sighs and moves away, making your heart drop a bit. “Are you… upset about something?” You ask, leaning forward to try and look at his face. 

“I’m just acting the way your friends think I do.” He mutters, standing up from the couch. You furrow your brow, looking up at him. 

“What are you talking about?” He scoffed at your response, walking into the kitchen. You follow after him, watching as he grabs a bottle of water from the fridge. 

“Your friend said the other day that I must not show you a whole lot of affection.” 

“Min, she was just teasing. She didn’t mean it.” 

“Yes she did. She says out of pocket shit like that all the time. All of them do.” He sighs, pulling his hood off his head to make eye contact with you. “And you just laugh it off every time. It’s like you agree with them.” His expression is serious as he holds steady eye contact, keeping his tone level and calm. Your chest tightens, realizing that your friends had been hurting the one you love all this time and he just took it without saying anything. 

“Seungmin, I… I don’t agree with them at all I swear. I know you’re so full of love and I am so sorry I didn’t realize their words hurt you.” You feel your eyes begin to water, turning your head to try and hide it. “I’ve tried explaining to them how much pda kinda freaks us out but they just have these preconceived ideas about what a relationship looks like… I’ll talk with them.” You promise, swiping the stray tears from you cheek. “I’ll, uh, give you some space then. I’m gonna head to bed. Love you.” You smile assuringly and pat his arm on your way past him. You’re only about two steps away when you hear him murmur, 

“Dumbass.” Before you’re engulfed in his arms from behind. “I wanna hold you even if I’m upset with you. It’s annoying.” He sighs and rests his chin on your shoulder. You silently stand in his grasp, holding back the tears that are trembling in your eyes. 

“Min, I really am so sorry.” You whisper, leaning forward to kiss whatever part of his arm was closest to your mouth. You can feel him hum against your back and his hug tighten ever so slightly. 

“You’re the person I love the most in this world. I hate the idea that you might doubt that just because I’m a private person.” He nuzzles his face into your neck, sighing softly. 

“I have never ever doubted you, Seungmin.” You smile softly, turning to look at his face. He nods, smiling back. 

“Good. Now give me a kiss before I die.” He chuckles, leaning in with a wide smile. 

[in1-nutshell]

Hi, can I request young Bot Buddy being Lost Light Ultra Magnus apprentice.

Buddy is a bubbly and friendly bot so after a few month of Buddy joining the Lost Light Ultra Magnus started showing a soft spot (likr accepting a nickname) and favoritism towards Buddy (in a fatherly way) which caused Rodimus to start complaining about it.

Sorry if my request is not that clear, thank you!

Another apprentice I see, lets do this.

Hope you enjoy!

Bot Buddy being Ultra Magnus's apprentice

SFW, Platonic, Slight Familial, Cybertronian reader

MTMTE

Buddy was one of the newest bots to join the crew.

Having been around during the final years of the war, they didn’t see much action and was instead put to organize and file important documents.

Seeing a chance to go off world and explore, they didn’t think twice in turning in the application.

Rodimus, Megatron and Ultra Magnus walking to the room. Rodimus: “It says here they are just to bots you’re looking for organizing your files.” Megatron: “And hopefully read your Primus awful penmanship.” Rodimus: “Hey!” Magnus opens the door letting them in. All three mechs do a double take. A youngling was sitting there swishing their pedes back and forth and happily waved at them. They stand up and shake each of their servos. Buddy: “Hi! I’m Buddy! I’m your newest recruit and will be handling all data organization and lettering!” Magnus: “You’re…” Buddy: “Young? I get that a lot, but I promise sir it will not interfere—” Rodimus: “How did you even get in through the scanner? It would have stopped at your age. You’re practically a sparkling!” Buddy: “Sir, I’m not a sparkling and there is an answer to that.” Megatron: “What is it?” Buddy pulls out a data pad. Buddy: “There was a glitch in the system. When the system put me in, it placed the age of the bot before me.” Buddy turns off the data pad and pulls out a crate. Buddy: “I took the liberty of reorganizing the rest of your applications in alphabetical, numerical, color coded, and least likely to appear as Prowl—” Rodimus: “You’re practically Magnus’s child. Welcome aboard!”

The news of a youngling being on the ship spread around quickly.

Some already meeting the youngling already feeling obligated to keep this little ray of sunshine away from some crewmembers.

Crewmembers who have also tried keeping the little bean from ‘unusual bots’.

Swerve notices Buddy blinking sleepily. Swerve: “Magnus and Meg’s working you up the wall?” Buddy: “Nah, just tired. Might call it a night.” Swerve: “I can get a fellow bot to walk ya back to your habsuite.” Buddy: “Thanks Swerve but I’ll be—EEPP!” Whirl had picked them up from under their arms and put them under his arm like a football. Whirl: “Make way! The sparkling has stayed up past their bedtime!” Buddy: “I’m not a sparkling!” Whirl: “Tell me that when you drink engex and not get Magnus angry kid.”

Speaking of Magnus, the tall mech clearly had a soft spot for them.

And thinks he is concealing well… which is the biggest lie in the ship.

It is as clear as First Aid’s obsession with Wrecker badges.

Here are two prime examples.

Exhibit A.

The nickname.

It was well known that Magnus HATED nicknames.

Even a shorten version of his name was enough to trigger a speech about the importance of using one’s proper name, even in casual conversation.

That was not the case with Buddy.

At Swerve’s… Magnus and Rodimus walk in. Buddy is sitting with Tailgate and Cyclonus. They spot Magnus and walk over to him. Buddy: “I already have your orders ready.” Magnus: “Drinks or the reports?” Buddy: “both.” Magnus gives a small smile. Magnus: “Good work.” Buddy smiles. Buddy: “See you around Mag’s!” Rodimus, Tailgate, Cyclonus and several bots who heard the conversation freeze prepared to see Buddy get a speech. It didn’t happen. Rodimus: “They—what just—Mag’s?” Magnus: “Don’t call me that.” Rodimus: “They just--!”

Many bots brushed it off as Magnus not hearing what Buddy said.

Others were sure their audials malfunctioned because there was no way Buddy said that to his face and did not go unpunished.

Final, Exhibit B.

Ship accidents.

Living on the Lost Light meant living through unpredictable incidents and accidents.

Magnus was especially aware of them when he noticed that he started having a soft spot for the youngling.

He wanted to make sure that Buddy was safe and knew what to do in case they were not near him.

Rodimus: “You know, I never thought you’d have favorites Magnus.” Magnus: “I do not have favorites Rodimus.” Drift: “There was an explosion near the lab.” Magnus: “Is Buddy, okay?” Rodimus and Drift: “…” Magnus now noticed what he just said. Magnus: “I mean… I meant…” Rodimus sighs and pats his shoulder. Drift: “It was a glitter bomb. Any bot near it is going to be shiny for the next couple of days. No one got hurt.” Buddy comes running in looking like a party threw up on them. Buddy: “Who was going to tell me glitter exists!?”

[zoeykallus]

The Bad Batch/ Mayday/Rex x Reader Prompts – Confessions

Part 3/7 - Crosshair

Warnings: Hurt/Angst/Comfort/Fluff/Love Confessions

Masterlist

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

This is a continuation of this request :

The Bad Batch/ Mayday/Rex x Reader Prompts – Confessions

Crosshair

You don't really know how to talk to him. As soon as his intense eyes look at you, your voice crawls and a horde of butterflies flutter wildly in your stomach.

In the beginning it was okay, but at some point, Crosshair just had to look at you to make your voice fail.

He doesn't know that he has this effect on you, he doesn't know that his voice sends little shivers down your spine, making everything inside you go crazy, pulse, heartbeat, temperature, hormones, thoughts… everything.

Wrecker likes to play practical jokes on the Sniper. Out of an impulse to have more contact with Crosshair, you join in these pranks at some point. You sometimes feel a little immature about it, but this simple contact with Crosshair is worth it.

He usually reacts grumpily, but he's never really that angry, and your pranks are usually quite harmless. The only time he was really a bit sour was when Wrecker and you stuck all the toothpicks Crosshair had in stock to his helmet. Of course, you insisted on water-soluble glue when Wrecker told you the idea, a prank shouldn't cause permanent damage in any way.

One evening, you're all sitting together, having a good time, eating well, telling jokes, unpacking card games. Music is playing on the radio in the background, and occasionally one or two people hum along to one of the songs. In general, everyone is in a good mood, including the sniper. The evening is going great, and you even talk to Crosshair a little, you joke with each other, and you're beaming the whole time, totally happy about his attention.

He gently nudges you with his elbow as you play cards and says with a smirk, “You're holding your cards too low, hold them a little higher, almost everyone can see what's in your hand”

“Oh”, you say in surprise and comply with his suggestion, “Thanks”

Today is the day, you think, today you finally tell him how you feel. It doesn't matter that you lose almost every game. The boys are too good, and you can hardly concentrate on the game. You pay much more attention to every sound and every movement of your crush, Crosshair, who is sitting quite close to you. Sometimes, when your eyes meet during the game, he smirks mischievously at you, and you feel yourself melting inside.

You are still waiting for a good opportunity. During a break in the game, when Crosshair wants to get drinks, you offer to help him and accompany him. On the way to get the drinks, your heart races as you gently but firmly grab his arm.

“Can we talk for a minute?”

Crosshair stops and turns to you. He looks at you intently, and you feel yourself growing nervous under his serious gaze.

“Hmm, sure. What's this about?”

You take a deep breath, causing Crosshair to furrow his brows.

“Honestly, I don't even know how to start,” you say with a nervous laugh.

He remains silent, patiently, but he crosses his arms in front of his chest, which makes you even more nervous. His gaze is scrutinizing, almost critical. Your voice threatens to crawl out once again, and you try with all your might to stop it.

You say quite directly, “I have a crush on you”

For a very brief moment, Crosshair's posture wavers, his eyebrows shoot up, but in the same second, he pulls them back together, sternly.

“Was that your idea, or did Wrecker put you up to it?” he growls softly.

You look at him, perplexed. He thinks you're playing a trick on him again. At first, you don't know how to react, your thoughts are in a panic, and you can't organize them quickly enough. In the long pause that has arisen, he suddenly says, “Seriously? Did you think I would fall for this? You and me? As if that was even remotely realistic”

A helpless, “Uh,” escapes your lips.

Crosshair rolls his eyes, “Come up with something better”

He wants to turn away and keep walking, but you say much braver than you feel, loud and clear, “I wasn't kidding”

Crosshair sighs, stops and turns back to you, a few steps away from you.

“Really? You insist on going through with this gag? Come on, let it go, surely you can think of something better”

You clench your hands into fists in frustration. But your gaze lowers dejectedly as you ask, “Why would you and I be an unrealistic thing?”

Crosshair listens up.

He asks lurking, “Does it matter?”

You answer quietly, “It does to me”

You hear his footsteps, finally see his boots and hear him say, “Look up, at me”

As you comply with his request, his eyes bore into yours.

“You really weren't joking, were you?” he asks seriously.

You swallow, but finally nod.

“I wouldn't joke about that”

His gaze is still scrutinizing as he asks, “Really?”

“Never”

Crosshair suddenly smirks, leaning towards you. Your heart doesn't quite know whether to jump out of your chest or stop, as his face comes closer. You hold your breath, your eyes close. First you feel his hand on the back of your neck, his arm wrapping around your middle, then you feel his lips on yours, warm, softer than expected, lingering gently for a long moment. Fireworks explode in your chest, everything tingles, hums, dances. Your entire body seems to be celebrating a feast of sensations and perceptions. You smell him, his aftershave, feel the warmth of his body, so close...

Then suddenly everything is as if wrapped in absorbent cotton, dull, numb. When you open your eyes, it feels a little like you've just woken up from a dream. Surprised, you realize that you are no longer standing, but hanging in Crosshair's arms, who is kneeling on the floor. “How did that happen?” you ask, perplexed, looking up into his worried face. “You don't know?” You think for a moment before answering, “We talked, then you kissed me”

Crosshair nods and says, “And you just passed out during the kiss”

“I was unconscious?”

Crosshair sighs, his features relaxing a little as he replies, “hmm, looked like it”

“How long?”

“Just a few seconds, maybe half a minute”

You laugh softly, shyly and confess to him, “I was so nervous, I was holding my breath and my pulse was so fast…. I think that must have been it”

You realize that you are still lying in his arms, but you don't really want to get up. You could get used to being held by him like this.

Crosshair smirks, “I make you that nervous?”

You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks.

“Well, yes.”

His smirk widens.

“I kind of like that, Kitten”

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[clownery-and-fuckery]

Personally I like to believe that while Wrecker CAN absolutely devour anything you put in front of him, he's such a picky ass eater. He'll turn his nose to fancy food but eat dirt. It's insane. He'll do it for the bragging rights.

Crosshair WILL vomit if you don't cook things to his precise liking. He simply cannot control it. If his stomach doesn't like it, it's coming straight back out. Very delicate stomach. He will so test his limits if only to make his brothers feel bad/give him the nice desserts.

Hunter could eat steel. Dude, i don't know what his stomach is made of but they need it for GAR armour. He'll chew on plastic if you let him. On that note, if his drink is fizzy he'll spew. He can't handle anything other than flat, pristine water. Loser.

Tech is also very picky with both food and drink. His body won't REJECT the food, but don't expect him to enjoy it. He often packs his own snacks/drink and just doesn't bother with any strange stuff. He doesn't trust anything he doesn't handle himself- even his brothers can't feed him sometimes.

Echo simply doesn't care. If it's in front of him, he's eating it. He cried when he had Senate food for the first time. He savours every bite he can get. Will actually hiss and bite if you ask him to share. That's his food. Back away.

[queenariesofnarnia]

physical touch 2

the bad batch (pre-echo) x f!medic reader

18+ content! MDNI!

wc: 1,559

part 1

warnings: smut with little plot, unprotected piv, oral f!receiving , tech is recording of course, a little knife use from hunter, and i think that is all

Touch increased on the Marauder after that night, in minor ways. Wrecker enjoys pulling you into his lap while you read in your down time. He’ll rest his head on top of yours as he chats with his vod. If you are ever sitting alone in your bed, Hunter comes to sit with you, taking it upon himself to place his head in your lap. You’ll begin to absentmindedly run your fingers through his soft curls. Crosshair’s hand rests on your lower back whenever you stand near him. When you went to the market his slender fingers made their way around your waist not letting you stray too far. Tech will hold your hand if what he’s working on requires one hand, or when he sits next to you his hand will rest on your thigh causing you to melt into his touch. Everything was going smoothly until the day you chose to test their resolve. The boys decided they were going out for drinks but tonight you chose to stay home. When it was time for them to head out for the night you wished them a goodnight standing in the entrance of the ship in a shirt you took from Wrecker.

This was the first part of your plan, underneath the shirt was a custom lingerie set you ordered in their armor color. A tiny skull gem resting at the center of your cleavage, next one  of your latest tattoos that you’ve hidden since your last leave. Their initials resting along the top curve of your breast, the other being the signature 99 located at the bottom of your spine. The moment they make you aware that they’ve made it to 79’s you’ll start on phase 2 of the plan, you’re going to send them each a picture, with a risky message attached, then get comfortable in your bed before phase 3 can spring into action, hoping it’s them devouring you. Approximately fifteen minutes pass, you have discarded the large shirt and took the raunchy pictures, when you get a message from Tech letting you know that they have made it. Time for your plan to be put into motion. Sending the first picture to Hunter.

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You can cut this off when you get back

then it’s Wrecker’s turn

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Waiting for you to wreck me tonight

then Tech

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I hope I’m the prettiest thing you get to record

and lastly Crosshair

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 I have something else you can put in your mouth

Making yourself comfortable in your nest of blankets turning on a cheesy holofilm. Knowing that you won’t be watching this for long. Thunderous footsteps made their way up the ramp, you’ve been ignoring their messages, trying to hide the smile on your face as your door swooshed open. You don’t break contact with you screen, only waving at them. The sound of Hunter clearing his throat didn’t even make you look up. Though any other occasion it would have. Crosshair took two long strides, snatching the datapad from your view and tossing it to Tech.

“Looks like you can pay attention now kitten” his coarse voice holding a demeaning tone. Finally looking up at them, taking in each of their reactions. Hunter’s jaw was clenched, his eyes darkened as they graze over your body. Stopping at the tattoo on your breast that was peaking above the lace. Wrecker looked like he just stumbled upon the best meal in the world, rubbing his large hands together as he admired you. Tech has started recording the moment they stepped foot on the ship. His gaze hungry, as he made sure to get every inch of you in the frame for later. If looks could kill, Crosshair’s stare would have you in an early grave.

“Come here mesh’la” Hunter orders patting the edge of your bed. You crawl to the edge, the sniper getting a look at the other tattoo you have been hiding from their view. “Do you want this? Because there’s no going back once you let us get a taste of you” the sergeant’s gravelly voice burning with desire.

“I don’t care if I’m screaming, crying, or begging you to slow down. Shut me up and keep going” your voice airy. Heartbeat accelerating, at the closeness and the situation you have put yourself in. Each of them let out a pleased noise. Grabbing your chin between his thumb and forefinger making you look at him, he leans down capturing your lips in a steamy kiss. Back arching as you release a moan into his mouth before he pulls away.

“Such a shame you’re letting me cut this off” he tuts grabbing his knife.

“I have more” you admit shyly, gaze focused on his blade.

“Lay down and eyes on me” the comes out quickly and firm. Your back hit your soft blankets, Hunter nudging your legs wider as he slots himself between them. The cool blade of the knife sends jolts through your heated skin. Slowly running it up your body until it’s under the band of your bra a quick and careful flick of his wrist your breast spill out the cup. Trailing the blade back down your body he contemplates his next move, does he want to cut off your panties or rip them off. He cuts a slit at the top of them before putting his knife away then tearing the thin material in half. Exposing your soaked cunt to the cool air of the room. Before you could clench your thighs together he keeps them spread.

“Cross I believe she promised you a taste” Hunter moves to your right side, instructing Wrecker to get behind you. Crosshair waits for his large brother to get into his position. The large clone quickly slots himself behind you pulling your back against his chest.

Positioning himself between your thighs he leans forward wrapping his fingers around your throat squeezing lightly pulling you in for a dominating kiss. His other hand acquaints itself with your soaked cunt, his thumb ghosting over your clit as he traces the lips teasingly. Eliciting a gasp from you as he trailed kisses down your body. Stopping with his lips hovering over your clit that was begging for attention. His hands now gripping your soft thighs. He teasingly laps at your folds without breaking eye contact, enjoying every moment your hips bucked towards his mouth. His teeth lightly graze your clit, pulling an almost breathless moan from you.

“You look pretty falling apart for me little tooka” Crosshair praised as he pulls away from your needy cunt. Your body reacts to the praise a new flow of arousal runs through you, Cross notices lapping it up letting his tongue explore your cunt, Wreckers calloused fingers begin to toy with your nipples adding to the pleasure you were receiving. Your moans gradually getting louder as your first orgasm of the night nears. He takes his right hand from your thigh to slip two fingers into you curling them to hit your g-spot. His attack on your clit not slowing down.

“I know you’re close. Go ahead cum on my fingers and give Tech a show” Crosshair’s words were all it took for you to fall apart. Almost screaming his name in pleasure. His fingers continuing to work you through your orgasm before he pulls them out bringing them to your lips. “Go on and taste yourself” he commands. Without breaking eye contact you lick his fingers before taking them in your mouth sucking your juices off them. He gives you another kiss calling you a good girl before he steps to the side.

“My turn” Wrecker booms with laughter easily flipping you over pulling you into his lap. Your arms wrap around his neck.

“You gonna wreck me big guy?” your voice is soft yet sultry. Still recovering from your orgasm, yet you’re ready to take Wrecker. You grind down on his erection while placing kisses along his jaw. With one hand he lifts you up while the other lines himself up with your entrance slipping the head of his cock in with ease. He slowly slid you down his length watching your face contort in pleasure before his lips hungrily attacked yours. His hands stayed on your hips as you begin to ride his cock. Your hands gripping his shoulders, teeth clashing as you kissed. He began thrusting up into you matching your rhythm. Each thrust had echoed in the room, the sound of skin slapping together mixed with the sounds of your arousal. Burying his face in your neck to muffle the sounds of his groans. His thrust began to falter as your walls gripped him tight.

“Mesh’la I’m not going to last much longer” Wrecker grunts out in your ear.

“Fill me up big guy” your words were enough for him, a few more thrusts from him and his cum coated your walls. Triggering you to orgasm over his cock before slumping against his body. “Thank you big guy” you whisper kissing his shoulder. He held you close giving you some time to rest, before slowly slipping out, laying you on your bed.

“Give me 20 minutes” you mumble into your pillow.

“You can have two” Hunter says going to grab warm cloth to clean you up.

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