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sombreboy · 4 years ago

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Love Maze »22

Previous » Next Series Masterlist ▎ 18+ ▎ pairing: Taehyung x Jungkook ▎ genre: School AU, crack humor, smut, angst, ETL, slow burn, fluff. ▎ word count: 8.8k ▎ ch.warnings: profanity, chaotic humor, unhealthy drinking habits, drinking, talk of anxiety, koo has a mild anxiety attack, angst, fluff tae is the best bf i busted at least 3 uwus editing this, dirty talk, public bathroom fucking and koo is somewhat of an exhibitionist, in this chapter I present dom!koo and sub!tae but tae is also a damn brat smh (they switchin it up often lmao), I had second hand embarrassment during the sudden daddy kink but here we go enjoy it's kind of hot, DADDY kink, oral, anal (PLEASE USE LUBE IRL THIS IS FICTION WHY WOULD YOU EVEN--), tae's muscle kink shines through, soft fluffy rotten sweetness. ok that's it I think; post.

Co-writer: @velvetwicebang ♡♡♡

The following day was spent chilling around the apartment; playing video games, cuddling, until it was time to start getting ready for the sudden dinner that came about yesterday. Luckily everyone was free despite the short notice. They were out the door soon after, coincidentally bumping across Namjoon and Jisoo at the same time. The pair seemed overly excited, which only rubbed off on Taehyung’s much more composed persona. The elder was excited, but the thought of yesterday’s findings were still fresh. He did a decent job of masking it, though. Tonight was going to be a great night.

So far, Tae was right. As he sat around a dimly lit table surrounded by their chatty friends, Taehyung felt at ease. The sound of the grill’s light sizzling served as background noise.

“So yeah, she finally let me fondle her boobs.” Hoseok mumbled through a mouthful of meat, the alcohol in his system making him all the more shameless. “I love her to pieces, sex is not all I think about. But.. you know. I’m a guy with needs.”

Taehyung chuckled, bringing up a glass of water to his parched mouth.

“Kook, why are you not drinking?” Jimin noticed, filling up a glass for the younger. “Let loose, come on!”

Jungkook chewed his spoonful of rice, his doe eyes had been glancing at the others drinks more than he should've. He swallowed tightly, bumping his fist on his chest to make sure it went down properly. And conveniently, the drink Jimin poured him seemed awfully alluring. ''Ah, well...'' Kook glanced over at Taehyung for a split second, shrugging. It was a special occasion after all, one drink couldn't hurt. He would drink responsibly. ''Yeah, why not.'' He grabbed his glass and slowly brought it to his lips, tilting his head back to get a taste. Why was it like an itch in his soul was being scratched the very second he swallowed down the bitter drink? No matter, it was just this once.

“Tae, earth to Tae. I wasn’t done,” a tipsy Hoseok repeatedly tapped on the younger’s shoulder, not too thrilled that Taehyung shifted his focus to something else. Jungkook, to be more specific. Taehyung attentively watched him down most of the strong drink in one go, pausing his eating to keep a close eye on Kook, one hand softly caressing the younger’s rigid thigh from underneath the table.

“Taehyung, are you alright?” Since she was sat right across from him, Jisoo had a proper view of Tae’s worried antics.

“Huh? Sorry, yeah. I am.” He quietly sighed, trying to not be affected by the loud, famished gulps coming from beside him. Despite the younger telling him that there was nothing to worry about, Tae had a hard time believing him.

“Anyways—“

“Hoseok, we don’t want to hear about your sex life.” Yoongi hissed once he sat down his empty glass. “my bad, your nonexistent sex life.”

Jin laughed, but stopped just as quickly when Hoseok turned to glare at him. Taehyung would’ve laughed as well if he wasn’t so caught up in his thoughts, but it seemed impossible to think of anything else. Jungkook was several drinks down at this point, obviously not keeping his initial promise to himself of 'just one drink'. But it was fine, he wasn't out of control. He knew what he was doing. At least that's what he thought, but then again; he was visibly drunk at this point. Kook listened in on his hyungs antics, paying only half of his attention at them, the main focus being how fucking good he felt, simply embracing the simplicity of feeling numb. Every single worry he'd had the past few months were finally being drowned by the alcohol in his system. Kook downed the last of his drink, his hazy eyes glancing over at his boyfriend. Taehyung is so gorgeous, it was all he wanted to focus on.

''Hey...'' He leaned in close, breath laced with the strong scent of alcohol that fanned Taehyung's ear as he spoke into it. ''You look really pretty in that tan you've worked up.''

Simply because Taehyung wasn’t surprised didn’t mean he wasn’t disappointed. At the rate Jungkook kept pouring his own drinks, Tae saw this coming; the slurred speech, his constricted pupils— everything. “Jungkook, you’re drunk.” The elder muttered, not used to seeing his boyfriend in such a messy light. Before, Kook rarely got wasted. Was there some sort of pain the younger was experiencing? Something that made him want to feel absolutely nothing? “Here, have my water.” Taehyung knew Jungkook was already in too deep, but he wanted to help the only way he knew how.

“Damn, Jungkook’s drunk already?” Jin arched a brow, seeing Tae attempt to make his boyfriend drink a glass of cold water. The elder didn’t answer him, internally questioning if it wasn’t already obvious enough. Of course Jungkook was drunk, the strong liquor exuding from the barely conscious male was pungent.

Jungkook grabbed the glass of water, taking a gulp of it before realizing that it was just that; water. He frowned, putting the glass back down on the table. He wasn't that drunk-- in his own opinion. ''mm fine,'' He slurred, eyes unfocused as they flickered between his hyungs, looking for one thing only; another drink. He was in control, he was fine. ''I want more soju--'' He whined, reaching for one unopened bottle on the table to grasp it in his hand.

Taehyung’s instincts were quick to latch his fingers around Jungkook’s wrist, stopping him from reaching towards another enticing bottle of the heavily loved beverage. “Kook, I think you’ve had enough..” Taehyung mumbled, standing up from his spot and swinging one of his boyfriend’s arms around his shoulders, steadying him on his wobbly feet. He was wasted. Just how many more drinks did he sneak in?

“Leaving already?” Jisoo’s brows frowned, pouting her lips once Tae answered her with a short nod of his head.

“Yeah, he’s out of it.” The elder sighed in defeat, reaching for his car keys in the front pocket of his pants before bidding goodbye to their friends.

“Kook, come on. Help me out here.” Taehyung grunted as he practically dragged him outside, receiving a series of dirty glances from a few tables. He guessed it was a bit off seeing this in a somewhat fancy place, but Tae didn’t care. All he cared about was getting Jungkook into his car without any scratches. And that’s what he did. Once he’d buckled in his sweaty boyfriend, Taehyung walked over to the other side before plopping down on the driver’s seat.

“Jungkook, what the hell is going on..?” He brushed away the strands of hair that stuck on to the younger’s forehead, a buildup of concern accumulating in his chest. Jungkook leaned back against the headrest with a sigh, the sweat on his temples catching strands of his dark hair. His eyes were glazed over with his drunken haze, the initial good feeling subsiding as he heard more clearly than Taehyung was not happy. It's crazy how alcohol could swing your mood into a totally different direction of emotions, amplifying them a tenfold. He started to feel like shit.

"Nothings going on.." Koo attempted, but it wasn't convincing, his voice unstable. Kook's gaze was fixed on the nothingness in front of him, and he felt the worries he'd been trying to momentarily stomp down creep up on him in the form of anxiety. He'd had issues with his anxiety attacks every now and then-- even Tae had seen it first hand once. Maybe twice. But since Jungkook had found out that drinking did help, it felt like a remedy he'd grown attached to. Even if it was just temporary. But now, it just felt like he fucked up. He couldn't even hold his promise to himself of not drinking for one day. One fucking day. Kooks breathing quickened as he wasn't sure what to do or say, the confined space suddenly felt suffocating, eyes flickering between objects in the car while clawing at his thighs. "Shit..."

“Jungkook, hey..” Taehyung’s warm hand slid down to caress Jungkook’s cheek, the sweat on the younger’s pale skin making his thumb’s glide close to effortless. “Baby, take a deep breath.” His other hand reached for his boyfriend’s strained one, pressing a hint of pressure on Jungkook’s lap to stop it from bouncing in place. Hating seeing the younger in such a helpless state, Tae leaned forward to engulf him in his arms, cupping the back of Jungkook’s head with his palm. “Kook, I’m worried. Really fucking worried...” He mumbled against the boy’s temple, tightly closing his eyes whilst he listened to his boyfriend’s breathing slowly go back to normal. Still, Jungkook was far from ‘normal’.

Something was off, and it killed Taehyung not knowing.

Jungkook's shaky breath slowed down to what was deemed mostly normal, his hands immediately switching from clawing his thighs to grasping Taehyungs shirt. Pressing his body closer, he felt himself calm down further, the slow spin of his drunken state causing his body to want to rock back and forth-- but keeping himself in place through Tae. Kook pressed his forehead against the elders shoulder, taking one deep breath after the other. This was embarrassing as fuck. "I wanna go home..." He didn't want to talk yet. Not here, not now. He knows if he was pressured further, he'd spill too much, and the last thing he wanted was to worry his boyfriend further. Although, it seemed a bit too late for that. Maybe he just... should say something. "I'm just really stressed out lately..."

Taehyung wanted to ask him.. to dig deeper into what was causing the clear signs of stress but he bit down on his tongue. Jungkook was in no position to go into specifics, and Tae was going to respect that no matter his urges. “Yeah, let’s go home.” With one last squeeze to the younger’s thigh, Taehyung turned his keys before driving off to the one place they both needed— especially Kook. The younger desperately needed a good night’s sleep, and some aspirin.

As they finally arrived at home, Jungkook was guided by his boyfriend up the tedious stairs. By the time they arrived in the apartment, Jungkook had sobered up just a smidge, just enough to be able to walk on his own, even if it was a bit unsteady. ''Thanks babe.'' he muttered, leaning in to place a lazy kiss on his cheek before trying to walk without help, managing enough as he headed towards the kitchen, kicking off his shoes on the way. He felt sweaty, running his fingers through his hair, fucking exhausted.. He opened the fridge out of habit, this time looking for anything but a drink, sighing when all he was met by was the alcohol. He closed it rather harshly before opting for a glass of water from the tap, keeping one hand on the sink as he chugs it down.

“Here, take this with it.” Taehyung handed Kook an aspirin he’d rummaged for in the pantry, running his hand through Jungkook’s noticeably sweaty hair, gently untangling the small knots that’d formed from how many times the younger’s fingers had swam past it. “Baby, come on. Let’s get you to bed.” With that being said, the elder slowly led his boyfriend to their shared bedroom, urging him to lay down on the edge of the bed whilst Tae worked on discarding Jungkook’s clothing. He pulled off his uncomfortable pants, leaving Kook in his pair of briefs without nothing on top. Quickly, Taehyung jumped in bed with the younger after he’d taken off his own attire, wanting nothing more than to feel their skin press up against one another from under the protective blanket. “Are you comfortable there? Or do you need me to move.” The elder asked, one of his hands resting atop Jungkook’s slightly rhythmical, broad chest as he leveled himself up on his elbow, staring down at his boyfriend with concern in his sharp eyes. “Jungkook, whatever’s stressing you out.. we’ll get through it together. Your problems are my problems.” Tae pressed a smooch on the boy’s sweaty cheek, allowing his sober lips to linger for a second too long.

Jungkook closed his eyes to cherish the soft kiss on his cheek, but his eyebrows were drawn together due to the clashing thoughts in his mind. "This is fine. Please stay close." He meekly replied, opening his eyes to glance at Tae through his hazy vision. The tenderness of his boyfriend was nice, and it made him feel at ease. Normally, the elder never knew what to say; but this time he said everything that was necessary for the younger to feel his walls crumble down. "I'm sorry... the past few months have been shit for me." Kook confessed suddenly, his chest heaving up and down as he placed his hand on his stomach, nervously rubbing at his clammy skin. "I barely afford my rent, using up my savings to keep this place while looking for a job every single day.. I was tired..am tired, and my anxiety got worse..." he glanced at Taehyung again with his glassy doe eyes. "I didn't want to worry you. And the drinking..." he rambled, mixing his thoughts together as he tried to speak, stumbling over his words, "it helped to ease my nerves."

Jungkook’s over the place ranting was what Taehyung needed to hear. He desperately sought for a reason that’d explain to him why his boyfriend had been acting a little off the last few days; why he’d been reaching for the nearest bottle instead of his phone. Tae felt guilty that he couldn’t be of much help; he was a phone call away but alcohol always did a better job of numbing one’s emotional pain. Taehyung’s shitty, cliché phrases of comfort didn’t compare. Perhaps what’d scared him the most was the brief mention of Jungkook’s worsening anxiety. He knew just how bad the younger’s anxiety attacks could get. On those rare occasions, Tae always knew how to properly calm his boyfriend down whenever he went through an episode of intense fear. The elder would gently rock him back and forth, whisper soothing words into his ear, and walk to the nearby store to get him a banana milk. Now that he was away, Jungkook was going through all of this shit by himself. If he was there, he’d be able to work and provide for him. His boyfriend wouldn’t be feeling this way.

Maybe it was selfish that he’d left..

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry you’re going through this.” Taehyung clenched his jaw, refusing to acknowledge the light shine of tears in his eyes. “Fuck, I can’t help but worry about you, you know..? And now that— Shit, I don’t know, I wish I could do something to help. Just, whenever you feel this way, please call me? Any time, I don't care. I'm here for you."

Jungkook remained silent for a moment to process Taehyung's words, a small smile growing on his lips, contrasting the tear glazed eyes. ''Okay.'' He rolled over to his side to face his boyfriend, wrapping an arm around the elders waist to pull him closer. They didn't have much time left until Tae left again for another few months-- and just the thought alone was terrifying. He didn't want to be without his one source of calmness in this entire mess called his life. ''Thank you... I will call you..'' he scuffed closer, trying to feel Tae as much as possible, not caring about his sweaty skin sticking to the other males, ''I love you.''

“Love you too.” Whenever Taehyung said that to him, he meant it with his fucking heart. It’s because of Jungkook that his life is far from dull, far from unbearable. He’s matured so much, and he owes it all to the man next to him. “It’s crazy how much I love you..” Tae mindlessly thought out loud, delicate fingers fumbling with the silver loop in one of Jungkook’s ears. “I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you— well, except my mom, but..” He sighed, forcing on a small smile to not kill the mood completely. “I’m gonna marry you one day. That’s a promise.” Taehyung couldn’t hold it in. “The moment it’s legalized, I’m gonna marry you.”

Jungkook swore his heart either stopped or skipped a beat as soon as Taehyung's words left his mouth.

The younger honestly never thought those words would ever be heard from Tae. But just the thought of being bound together for the rest of their lives... sounded nothing short of perfect. They were practically glued to each other already. ''Yeah?'' Jungkook's smile was beaming, the familiar bunny teeth on display as he leaned in to press his smiling lips on Taehyung's, ''I can't wait to marry you then. '' The idea of marriage had never really struck the younger previously, but he knew one thing for sure; if he was marrying anybody in his lifetime, it'd be Kim Taehyung. ''I love you,'' Jungkook repeated as he moved back to his original position on his back, sighing in content. ''I'm so lucky to have you...'' He mumbled, feeling his eyelids growing heavier and heavier, murmuring affectionate nothings until he eventually falls asleep.

“I think I got everything.” Taehyung mumbled more so to himself, looking over at Jungkook once more to reassure him that everything was going to be fine. His boyfriend’s anxiety was off the roof. “Babe, I’ll be—“

A nasally voice in the blaring announcements cut him short, “Due to weather conditions, flight number BA2490 set to depart to San Jose, California will be delayed for an hour. We apologize for the sudden change of plans, as the safety of our passengers is top priority.”

Taehyung turned to look at Jungkook. “Well, guess we’re stuck together for one more hour.” He was happy, the more time he got to spend with Kook the better. “Wanna get something to eat? Anything to be close to you.”

Jungkook's pounding heart suddenly felt at ease at the extra hour provided, his wide grin growing as he clung to Taehyung's arm. ''Sure, let's eat... But I really have to use the bathroom first.'' He pulled the elder with him to follow, heading inside the bathroom stalls that were surprisingly empty. Letting go of Tae, he headed into one of the stalls and closed the door behind him. ''Stay guard, these doors are unreliable as hell.'' He snickered, the echoing sound of the younger undoing his zipper striking the tiled room.

“Hmkay.” Taehyung lazily leaned his back against the door, pulling out his phone to tap on the first game he saw. “What do you feel like eating? This airport’s big as hell.” The slashing sounds coming from his speaker echoed throughout the surprisingly empty bathroom, as well as his deep curses underneath his breath. “Shit, I totally had that guy! What the fuck.” Tae was heavily engrossed in his addicting game, oblivious to the sound of the toilet flushing whilst his thumbs moved to the speed of lightning, trying to sneak in a win before they ate lunch.

All while Jungkook stood in the bathroom stall, he listened to Taehyung spit out curse after curse at his games, the occasional groan and sigh in frustration hitting a part of the younger that he didn't exactly recognize. It wasn't pure lust, nor pure feelings; but a heavy mix of the two. He was gonna miss Tae so much. He'd miss hearing the constant foul words thrown in random directions at useless things, he'd miss the random snarky comment about any of Jungkook's shenanigans. He fucking loved him so much.

"Tae..." Jungkooks voice had lowered several octaves at this point as he peeked out the stall door, waiting for his boyfriend to approach. The elder did, phone still tightly in his hands as he mindlessly walked closer to Kook. "Hey," Jungkook opened the door further to allow himself to reach out with a strong arm to grab Taehyung by the collar to roughly pull him inside, pushing his boyfriend's back against the door to slam it shut, pressing his muscular body against Tae's with both his palms firmly pressed adjacent to the elders head in a caging manner. He took a moment to just stare into his boyfriends confused eyes, giving him a small smile before leaning in to press their lips together in a needy kiss.

Taehyung’s perplexed persona diminished the moment Jungkook’s lips clashed against his with a force so strong it had him whining into the kiss, hands instinctively clinging on to his boyfriend’s shirt to keep himself balanced.

‘Oh, so that’s what he wants.’

The elder didn’t need to verify to know what was going on, or what Kook had in that mind of his. The latter’s sexual hormones were off the roof, and their desperate make out session was only the beginning. “Baby, hmm..” As quickly as he pulled away, Taehyung went in for seconds, and thirds, possibly fourths until he rested his forehead against Jungkook’s, the love in his eyes overflowing for the man in front of him. “Fuck me.” Tae breathed out, a hue of red washing over his face. “I wanna remember the shape of your cock, fuck, just.. wanna feel it really deep inside of me. Want you to wreck me..” He bit back a pathetic moan at the mere thought, “can you do that and more, baby? Shit.. I really wanna hear you talk me through what you’re gonna do to me..”

"Yes," Jungkook confirmed with his breathy, raspy voice, "wanna shove my cock so deep inside your tight ass..." he pauses to groan quietly when his hands roamed down to snake underneath the elders shirt, smoothing his warm hands up his soft stomach, "over and over until your insides are ruined. You will still feel me all the way back on that plane." Kook moans shamelessly, trailing possessive kisses and lovebites down Taehyung's neck. His hands travel back down to impatiently undo his boyfriends pants, his own never buttoned up from using the bathroom. He peels Tae's pants down along with his underwear, granting the younger access to grasp his fat length, giving it a few tasteful pumps. "Gonna make you cum so much on this filthy floor just by how well I'm gonna fuck you.. sound good?.. first, on your knees baby. Get me nicely hard and wet for you."

“You’re already hard and wet for me..” A sly smirk tugged at the corner of Taehyung’s lips once he’d annoyingly corrected Jungkook, wanting to be a brat before he became his possessive boyfriend’s play toy. However, the bulge poking at the younger’s pants shut him up real quick. “Sounds fucking amazing.” At the same time he gradually leveled down to his knees, Taehyung’s hands flirtatiously slid down from Jungkook’s strong chest to his thighs, where he looked up at the younger with innocent eyes. “So hard..” He lightly squeezed at his clothed cock, rubbing at the sensitive spot with his palm. “I want my insides ruined, yeah.. fuck that’s hot. Wanna have a big limp by the end of it too..” The greedy elder leaned in to press open mouthed kisses along the significant bulge, wetting the fabric of Jungkook’s jeans. When he was pleased, Tae pulled down his boyfriend’s pants and boxers in one go, nearly getting dick-smacked in the process. He placed a sweet kiss onto the same swollen tip that’d be recklessly fucking into his guts, all the while keeping his eyes trained on Kook from his spot on the dirtied ground. After spitting into his large hand, Taehyung eagerly wrapped his fingers around the thick girth, starting to pump his boyfriend at a slow pace. “So hard...”

"Fuck, yes... I'm so hard for you, my cock is aching.." Jungkook voiced out his pleasures, amplifying his words with a breathy moan the second he felt the welcoming warmth of Tae's hand firmly wrapped around him. "You make me feel so good, always-- I bet your little hole is clenching around nothing for me, Tae." Kook breathes out, suddenly much more vocal than he normally would be in real life. His conversational dirty talk reminded them more of their FaceTime sessions, where all they had was visuals and words. Mixing his talent for words with the real thing? It felt really fucking good. Jungkook towered over his boyfriend, leaning his palms against the stall door as he looked down at the way Tae eagerly stroked his cock, the tip already providing a slick sound to ease the glide.

“Hmm.. it’s clenching hard..” Taehyung bit down on his lip, curling his long fingers tighter around Jungkook’s wet cock, smoothing his hand over from the base to the tip. “Feel that, baby? I’m even tighter.. even warmer.” Tae picked up his speed, still staring up at his boyfriend with fake innocence swirling within his hooded eyes. “Fuck I’m clenching so hard.. wanna fuck your cock ‘till it goes limp...”

Taehyung's filthy words draw a series of hissed curses from the younger's lips, his hips twitching before he vaguely fucks into Tae's hand for more friction. ''Shit.... Get up, I want to fuck you.'' Kook announces his needs, taking a step back as he uses his strong hands to grab his boyfriend by the shoulders to pull him up on his feet. Swiflty, he turns Taehyung around and pushes his chest against the stall door, one hand firmly pressing on his back to keep him still while the other tugs at his boyfriends pants to pull them down, exposing his firm, yet plump ass. ''Pretty, my pretty baby.'' Jungkook cooes, both his hands now smoothing down Taehyung's back until they land on the fleshy part of his ass to squeeze, ''Want me to stretch you baby?''

“Y-yes.. please,” the elder squeaked out, naughtily wiggling his exposed ass as an invitation to his fleshy, snug insides. “Stretch me out good.. daddy.” God, Taehyung wanted to smack himself at that moment. Why the hell would he call Jungkook that? He was thankful his heaving chest was pressed up against the door, Tae’s face was beat red and he’d rather die than look into his boyfriend’s doe eyes after what he’d whined out. “Put it in, please..” Both of his hands unglued themselves from the stall door, instead reaching down to spread his cheeks, giving Jungkook a wide, intimate view of what he was missing out on.

Jungkook's eyebrows twitched up in a surprised look for a second at the new term. Daddy? That's a first... ''Yeah? You want daddy to shove his fat cock in your little hole?'' Jungkook tested the new title, he felt his cock throb at the use. Oh yeah, he definitely enjoyed it. Who would've thought.. ''My sweet Taehyung, fuck you look so good...'' He groaned, eyes fixed on his boyfriends clenching, pink ass. Kook spat in his hand, bringing the wetness to his cock and stroked himself, bringing his fingers of the other hand to his mouth to do the same and brings it down to spread his saliva around the rim of Tae's ass. Slowly, but impatiently, he stretched and teased the hole until he managed to sink a finger inside, still keeping the slow pace of stroking himself to the sounds he's drawing out from the elder.

From the way Jungkook’s deep tone of voice lowered even more at the new term, Tae could tell his boyfriend was a dirty, dirty man. “Kook.. oh fuck— ahh..!” Taehyung sucked the life out of the younger’s finger, clenching down on the single digit as hard as he possibly could. He slowly began rocking his hips, fucking himself on the small offering his boyfriend granted him with. Still, it wasn’t enough. Taehyung didn’t feel it ripping through his insides, parting his walls to make room— It irked him. “Daddy, you’re being annoying right now..” He huffed past his nostrils, his patience wearing thin the longer Jungkook’s dick spent not being inside of him. The elder swore he was going crazy.

Jungkook's breathy chuckle was almost mocking, a part of the younger that had ignited inside of him in this setting that hadn't been as evident previously suddenly surfaced. He might be a bit into being the superior, making his boyfriend feel small and needy. Nothing made Jungkook's cock ache as hard as hearing the elder whine for him. It was a good contrast to their regular dynamic-- even to the other times where Jungkook would be on the submissive end; which he loved. Supposedly, they both were switches. No, definitely. But this? Jungkook couldn't get enough. He wanted all versions of Kim Taehyung. ''Tae... You want me to fuck you that badly? Impatient-- fuck.. you're squeezing me tight.'' Kook practically drooled at the feeling, sinking in a second finger, fucking them into his boyfriend before adding a third. No more-- he wanted to keep it tight for his cock. ''How badly do you want my cock to stuff you full and destroy you?'' He huffed, eyes hazy with lust as he watches his fingers disappear into Tae's slick hole, amazed by how his fingers gradually got wetter with every thrust, glistening and dripping in the elders' juices.

“So badly— yeah, just like that.. fuck.” The feeling of Jungkook’s fingers sinking into him time and time again turned Tae into a moaning mess. It was expected, anything his boyfriend did turned him into pure putty, just waiting for Kook to mold him as he pleases. “W-want you to rip me open ‘till I’m crying. Please, can’t take all the teasing..” A hint of desperation laid evident in his brittle voice, the arousal for the younger man’s harsher touch getting awfully painful to ignore. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me raw..!” Taehyung was chanting underneath his heavy breath, officially turning into the lusting madman he was afraid he would.

Truthfully, Jungkook struggled to keep the teasing going as well. He loved watching the elder fall apart for him, but what he loved even more was to hear Taehyung's desperate cries in pleasure as he's fucked raw. And how could he deny his lover when he begged so well? He couldn't. J ungkook gave the tight hole one last punishing thrust of his fingers before ripping them out with a wet pop, quickly replacing the emptiness in his boyfriends stretched hole with the swollen tip of his cock. "Gonna fuck you raw until you're full of my cum," Kook groaned out his words as he placed both hands to firmly hold Taehyung's hips in place, pushing his hips forward until they meet Tae's fleshy cheeks, his thick length filling every little inch of the elders insides. With his cock buried as deep as physically possible, Jungkook remains still inside for a second to relish in the snug warmth embracing him, memorizing the feeling to the fullest. He closed his eyes, solemnly focusing on this moment where all he had to care about was to feel, not think. "You feel so good, so fuckin' good.."

Earlier, Taehyung had been growing more and more deprived of Jungkook’s touch. It got to a point where the impatient curses lingering at the tip of his tongue were on the verge of being heard— until Jungkook gradually pushed his fat cock inside of him. That’s all the elder wanted, but he’d be lying by saying the inward pull didn’t sting. His boyfriend’s dick was a handful, but it seemed to fit his slick insides like a glass slipper. It was as if it was purposely made for Tae’s sexual enjoyment, no one else’s. “Oh fuuuck.. oh my god.” Taehyung felt his flexible walls slowly get torn apart, stretching to make room for Jungkook’s hefty cock. “Fuck, baby.. am I warm enough~?” He purposely clenched down harder around him, “Am I tight enough for you, daddy?” Taehyung was shameless as he slowly fucked himself on the younger’s still dick, the muscles of his plump ass tensing every time he felt his boyfriend’s length twitch with every backward grind into Jungkook’s pelvis.

Jungkook's eyes fluttered open, the deep groan emitting from his throat was inevitable with the way Tae clenched down on his length. Kook's grip on his boyfriend's hips tightened, but instead of being a tease and stopping the elder, he did the opposite and pulled Tae's body down hard on his cock, simultaneously thrusting forward. The smacking sound of skin colliding echoed in the tiled room, the wet slick slide creating the most lewd noises; slowly getting drowned into the mix of Taehyung's moans. "You're more than enough babe, shit.." He huffed, his strong arms flexing as he leaned forward over his boyfriend, one hand still digging into the flesh of his hip; the other holding on to Tae's shoulder to force the elder to arch his back further. "You're everything, ah.. you're so good for daddy. Keep squeezing me like that."

Tae was thankful no one else was present, he wouldn’t be able to hold back his throaty moans even if he wanted to. “Hngh.. Jungkook you’re so good..” Taehyung’s spine bent towards the ceiling, causing the beads of sweat on his upper back to trickle down to the slight dip. After every one of his boyfriend’s harsh thrusts, Tae’s knees lightly gave out before he straightened his trembling legs, only to repeat the action with every electrifying prod of Jungkook’s tip against his weak prostate. “Jungkook fuck me harder, I’m begging you. A-ah..! P-pound into me, want everyone to envy me for having such a strong, buff boyfriend..”

Jungkook moaned in response to the pleading and praise. He thrusted his cock into Taehyung over and over, only withdrawing halfway before shoving himself back in as deep as their bodies physically allowed him to. Every time Kook slammed into his boyfriend, the latters ass jiggled beautifully from the momentum, drawing Kook's eyes in like a spell. He wanted to see more, watching Taehyung's body jolt forward and thud against the stall door was mesmerizing, especially with the lewd, throaty sounds he was forcing out of the elder. "You love how strong I am baby? Feel this, how good it feels to be fucked so rough that your body just can't stay still.." Jungkook grunts out his low words, hands moving once more as they seem to be too greedy to stay in one place. This time they grab onto Taehyung's plump ass instead, spreading his cheeks to get a perfect view of the latters abused hole. His cock fit perfectly, the snug insides squeezing him so well it made the younger see stars. "A-ah fuck yeah, gonna to fill you up so deeply, you'll feel my cum in you for hours."

“Fuckin’ love how strong you are..” Taehyung validated his boyfriend’s conceited statement, biting down on his rosy lip to prevent himself from letting out an ugly cry of pleasure. His dimmed eyes were blurry, obvious upcoming tears were going to make themselves known whether Tae liked it or not. Jungkook was fucking into him so well, it was expected for the amount of satisfaction to play with his sensitive emotions. “W-wanna feel your cum in m-me— Fuck!” A hiccupy moan broke off into a pitiful sob; a river of tears streamed down his warm face, mingling with the additional saltiness of his sweat. “O-oh my god, ‘m close..!” The closer he got, the louder his cries became. Tae hiccuped; pretty, tan body visibly shivering due to the overstimulation forced upon his awakened senses. “D-daddy,” another cute hiccup, “I fucking love you— fuck...” The elder was a mess, and he settled for wrapping around the man’s big dick as a form of stability at a time when he felt most unsteady. Stifling his high pitched whines, Taehyung’s puffy eyes widened at the unexpected sound of a bathroom stall closing.

Shit.

He helplessly looked at his boyfriend over his shoulder, finally giving Jungkook a view of his tear streaked face. “B-babe, stop, they might hear us..” Tae weakly whispered, securely clasping a hand over his mouth before he makes an embarrassing sound he’d later regret.

Jungkook slowed down, crooking an eyebrow as he listened to the clacking, echoey sound of somebody entering the public bathroom. He almost considered stopping, not to be heard-- but the very moment he saw Taehyung's tear streaked face he was too far gone to give a single fuck. Jungkook's pure lust was stronger than his embarrassment of being caught. And besides, the thrill of it made the younger's cock pulse inside of his boyfriend, a wicked smile forming on his face to let the elder know that there was no fucking way he'd stop. ''Shh..'' Jungkook hushed as he wrapped his arms around Taehyung's torso, leaning forward to press his chest tightly against Tae's back, their sticky skin rubbing together. He hushed into his ear with his hot breath as he continued to fuck him slowly with long, firm strokes. ''How could I stop when you feel so fucking good?'' Kook whispered breathily, a quiet exhale fanning the elders ear.

One of Taehyung’s arms rested on top of his boyfriend’s whilst the other was still set on muffling his caged moans, the palm of his hand clammy from the tight constraint. What else did he expect of Jungkook..? Of course he’d continue. Truthfully, Tae was even more turned on— keeping quiet while his boyfriend fucked the air out of his lungs? The elder was drooling. Quite literally, Taehyung was reduced down to a puddle of utter submission. He didn’t know how it’d play out, but something told him it wouldn’t be easy. “Hmm!” The elder used his other hand to press down harder, squeezing his eyes shut at the feeling of Jungkook’s ticklish breath against his honey skin. As a response, his sore walls closed in yet again around the man’s throbbing cock, feeling it pulsate throughout his nearly numb insides. Fuck, when was that person going to leave? Unclasping both hands from his mouth, Tae twisted his head to look into his man’s narrowed eyes, silently begging him for a taste of mercy. “Kook, fuck— hmph!” He immediately muffled his strained cries by pressing their lips together, a single tear rolling down his reddened cheek.

Jungkook placed his large palm at the back of Tae's head, pushing the latters lips against his own in a muffling kiss to keep him quiet, swallowing every silent cry like it was his last meal. Truthfully, he struggled to keep quiet himself. His cock was rock solid inside of the elder, the long sloppy strokes becoming less and less rhythmical as he feels his orgasm build up to the very edge, knowing his boyfriend is close as well if the constant clenching and shuddering is anything to go by, not to mention the desperation in his eyes. ''Gonna cum....'' Jungkook whispered in between kisses, their lips so wet and sloppy from all the drool; it tasted like heaven. ''Cum with me baby...'' Kook grunted quietly, ears paying attention to the door closing as the person finally left. In that very second, Jungkook allows his restrictions to cease and started to pound relentlessly into Taehyung's tight, fleshy insides once again, muscles flexing and dripping in sweat as he does so. ''Fuck, fuck.... gonna fill you up so well-- I love you,'' he groans out louder, his voice breaking as he speaks, ''You're mine forever.'' A few more punishing, snapping thrusts into Taehyung was all the younger needed to release everything he had into his fleshy ass, filling him up with hot, thick ropes of white. A guttural moan echoed in the room as Kook buried his face between Taehyung's shoulder blades, biting down on his skin possessively.

“I-I love you!” Taehyung lowly grunted out, still facing his boyfriend with a face morphed into one of bliss. His eyebrows twitched, mouth hung agape; making the string of frail moans slip out without a care. At this moment, Tae was so desperate for an orgasm, he didn’t give a fuck if anyone else walked in. “So fucking close..” The elder rested his palms flat against the stall door, fingers curling up against the solid surface with his head tiredly hung low, whining extra loudly during the last few thrusts. When Jungkook’s cum abruptly gushed inside of him— it was the last push over the rocky edge. It had Taehyung sobbing, shaking, and trembling. This definitely took the cake home, it was the most powerful orgasm he’s ever had. Ever. His own cum shot out onto the door, dripping down on the floor as his dick faintly twitched from the strong release. He worked on regaining his breath, panting until his chest ached, the feel of his boyfriend’s teeth on his sweaty, numb skin barely affecting his fucked-out physique.

Jungkook pressed soft kisses on his boyfriend's skin, holding his arms around his torso to keep him from slumping down on the floor with the way his legs were shaking. ''You good?'' Kook breathed out with a chuckle, wincing with a small whine when he pulled his slick cock out. He turned Taehyung around, pressing his back against the stall as he held him by the waist, leaning in close to admire the fucked out state he put the elder in. It was gorgeous to see. Taehyung sniffled, loosely wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s neck for extra balance. “My ass stings but.. other than that, yeah.” The elder chuckled a little bit, looking into Jungkook’s now softened eyes with his hazy own. He simply stayed there.. gazing at the younger’s every feature. One hour wasn’t a lot of time, he wanted to imprint his boyfriend’s beautiful, sweat-covered face into his brain one last time. Tae leaned in to press a kiss onto his nose, “anyways, can we pretend I never called you.. daddy?” No part of Taehyung truly meant it, he was just a bit shy.

''No way, you'll have to do that again.'' Jungkook grinned, shaking his head, ''I kinda liked it... well, really.'' he shrugged, mimicking the elders kiss by giving one back on the small mole on Tae's nose. It didn't feel like his boyfriend was about to leave for another couple months in just... shit, how much time do they even have left? He didn't want to think about it, and a part of him wishes the flight was missed at this point. But it is what it is. Jungkook grabbed some of the toilet paper from the roll hanging on the wall to wipe his limp length clean, then resumed to do the same to his boyfriend before pulling his own pants up, ''I came so much, I wonder if you'd have cum in you all the way back there.'' Kook joked with a smile.

“Mhm. I’ll probably have your cum in me for months.” Taehyung leaned down to pull up the pants hanging low at his ankles, throwing on his wrinkled shirt as well. He ran his fingers through his messed up hair, trying to appear somewhat presentable after what’d taken place. It was easier said than done, his eyes were puffy from crying, and his tan skin was a bit flushed with color. “Let’s eat, all that fucking made me even more hungry.” Tae unlocked the stall door, grabbing Jungkook by the hand, and his bags in the other. Suddenly, he regretted begging for a limp. Taehyung painfully hissed after he tried taking a few careful steps, still not used to the pang. “Babe, I know I begged you to fuck me until I can’t walk. But I didn’t mean it literally..” The elder pouted, attempting to take a few more steps on his own.

Jungkook didn't hesitate to reach and grab the bags from Taehyung, relieving the elder from the heavy lifting for now. With one hand carrying the baggage, he wraps the other around his boyfriends shoulders to become a source of stability. He was responsible for the instability after all. "Sorry, I got carried away.. you're too sexy when you beg." Kooks smile was filled with mischief, not at all sorry for the results. Tae would feel this for days, and for that the younger was proud. "See it as a gift and a reminder of who you belong to." Kook continued as his grin grew further. He guided the elder out into the airport, looking around for different restaurants. "You want to get some jjajangmyeon? Itll keep you full for a while." Jungkook nudged his chin in the direction of the small restaurant across the venue.

At the moment, anything seemed appetizing in Taehyung’s eyes. He’d been drained of his energy in a stuffy bathroom stall, Tae didn’t need to think twice before nodding his head, letting Jungkook lead his slightly drowsy self to the restaurant. Once they’d sat down and ordered two bowls of delicious noodles, Taehyung took a few gulps of his cool water, soothing his strained throat in the short-run. “Pretty sure that waitress was checking you out.” Tae chuckled lightly, setting his glass down and reaching upwards to fidget with his boyfriend’s earrings. “Kinda sad I didn’t give you a reminder of who you belong to,” Taehyung recalled the younger’s previous words, dramatically sighing through his nose. “Unless I did..” With the cheekiest of grins, the elder winked at Jungkook before he rummaged through his bag. “It’s cheesy as hell but.. here.” He displayed a small ring in the palm of his hand. The jewelry had a simple flower pattern around its silver rim, and on the inner sides, it had the following words neatly carved out in small letters, ‘endless love; for you and me.’ “I know daffodils are your favorite flower so I spent some time researching the symbolism behind it. I read somewhere it’s given to people you love so.. yeah. I also got one for me so we could match.” Taehyung scratched at his nape, suddenly becoming shy.

Jungkook felt his heart suddenly jump in his chest at the small piece of jewelry given, looking closely at it. That's the most thoughtful gift he's ever been given. It made the younger run his hand through his hair and take a deep breath to recollect himself; Do.Not.Cry. "That's so pretty babe..." kooks voice trembled more than he would've liked. He did love it, he enjoyed jewelry in general lately. Having his boyfriend give such a thing to him was so cheesy... Tae surely had grown a lot. "I love it, put it on me!" Jungkooks toothy grin grew as he delicately gave Tae his hand, wiggling his fingers to emphasize what he wanted, "and I'll put yours on you."

“Yeah? You like it?” A lopsided, relieved smile tugged at the corner of Taehyung’s lips. The latter was previously freaking out over what his boyfriend would’ve thought about his gift. It was a promise ring; and Tae didn’t want to overwhelm the younger with thoughts regarding their future. He relished in their present, but sometimes Taehyung wondered about what it’ll look like a few years ahead in time. If he didn’t see Jungkook in it, then he didn’t want it. Tae wants to marry the hell out of this guy, Kook is and will forever be his person. The elder gently squeezed his boyfriend’s hand in his bigger one, sliding the ring through his pointer finger. “This is a promise that I’ll take care of you— forever.” He chuckled, cringing at how loveydovey he sounded. “I want you in my future, Jungkook.” Nonetheless, Taehyung didn’t mind. It wasn’t like his boyfriend didn’t know how cheesy he could be at times.. “Fuck I swear I’m not proposing—“ The boy’s hearty laughter rang, his eyes crinkled, “not yet, anyway. But.. I wanna love you until the end, I guess. Whether that’d be love for one another or love for... someone small. Someone we’d get to raise together.” Tae nervously chewed on his lower lip, “I dunno. Maybe I’m just rambling but.. I wanna do everything with you. That’s all.”

''Well...'' Small wrinkles appeared in the corners of Jungkook's eyes when he smiled, making a grabby hand for the other ring to put it on his boyfriend's finger as well, holding his bigger hand in his. Kook kissed the elders knuckles softly, ''When you do propose, I'll say yes.'' Kook could be just as cheesy back, loving the flustered look on Taehyung's face. He surely had changed so much-- yet not. Both of them were the same boys they've always been, but they've grown and changed so much during their time together. Now they were turning into men. Two men that were hopelessly, absolutely head over heels for each other. ''Can't wait to be with you forever.'' Jungkook sighed, it was a bittersweet feeling knowing his boyfriend had to leave him for another few months. But when he's back, it'd be for good. They could get through this. Kook glanced at the clock, and time was running low. It made his stomach turn, and his hand squeezed tighter around Tae's.

The long silence of sadness was soon replaced by the sounds of their eating as both boys enjoyed their last meal together, chattering about life, plans for the future— everything they could fit into their remaining time together. Taehyung knew he’d be able to talk to his boyfriend via text messages and calls, but it never fulfilled his yearning for the real thing.

“So.. fuck, thought that it’d be easier now that it’s the second time,” Taehyung played with Jungkook’s fingers, twisting the latter’s ring. “It’s just as hard. But, we’ll see each other soon.” The elder shifted his gaze from their hands to his boyfriend’s face, drawing on a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. How could it..? They’d be separated for months. “Hey, remember, I’m just one phone call away. Doesn’t matter if it’s late where I’m at, you call me.”

Jungkook took deep breaths to contain himself, but it was already obvious that the younger wouldn't be able to hold in his tears the very moment his boyfriend left for the second time. But, he reminded himself constantly that it was the last time. ''Okay, I'll call you often.'' His voice trembled, and before he knew it he had drawn Taehyung closer to wrap his arms around him in a tight hug, pressing his nose into the latters hair to inhale his scent. ''I'll be right here when you come back. I love you so much.'' He pulled back to smile through his glassy eyes, the deja vu from last time amplifying everything. ''I'll make sure to have a job by the time you're back so we can begin our lives.''

His emotional baby; it hurt Taehyung’s heart temporarily letting him go. But— just like the last time— they’d get accustomed to the drastic change of not having the other by their side. Well, they’ll get used to it to the best of their abilities.. Tae was still going to miss hugging Jungkook to sleep. “I love you too, Kook.” He didn’t pay any attention to the group of people lining up behind them at the gate, only focusing on his boyfriend as Taehyung pressed a lingering kiss to the younger’s cheek. “Babe, don’t stress about it. I’ll be able to help you when I come back for good.” He cupped the side of his face, caressing the smooth skin with his calloused thumb. Taehyung looked over his shoulder, the line was getting short.. “I should go..” the words tasted bitter in his mouth, “I love you, I’ll call you when I land.” With one last kiss to Jungkook’s cheek, Tae waved his hand whilst he stalled by the narrow passageway to the plane, not wanting to leave just yet.

''Love you too.'' Jungkook's words faded as his hand around the elders arm smoothed over his skin as he stepped away, keeping his hand in the air to wave back before they would fall limp to his sides. Kook's doe eyes were sparkling, keeping his tears at bay for now. This wasn't a goodbye, it was a 'see you soon', and the younger had to repeat this to himself over and over to feel okay. He kept his eyes on his boyfriend, a small smile growing on his face every time they Tae glanced back. Even though this was so hard, he was proud of his boyfriend for doing so well in school, making something out of himself... In contrast to Jungkook.

He wasn't sure what the fuck he was doing with his life, but had to find something... anything.

#fic: Love maze #taekook smut #vkook smut #taehyung x jungkook #sombreboy

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lyb-s · 4 years ago

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solar night cities // l.f.l

♡ f l u f f ♡ // tw : swearing

nothing relieved you more than felix’s presence. every ounce of worry you had in your body all flushed out of you when you were in his hold, when your eyes were on each other’s. and as much as it was natural for you to be close to him whenever you were in the same space together, it was especially relevant when one of you isn’t at your best. your lover basically became your medicine.

you texted him today as soon as you reached home after a long day of school, pretty much just wanting to distract yourself since you got shit grades for a test you didn’t study for. and you felt more than surprised when he texted you that he was on his way to your house to take you somewhere.

felix only flex : aw ;((

lix enthusiast : ye everything sucks smh

felix only flex : you free tonight?

lix enthusiast : i thank god that my lecturer didn’t give us any homework so yes i’m free, why?

felix only flex : hey, i’ll come there in about thirty minutes. what about we go somewhere, yeah? :]]

lix enthusiast : suresure

your heart skipped a beat and you put your phone down with a big smile spreading across you unknowingly, your fingertips fizzing with amore as you changed out of your home clothing. the effects he had on you were truly, truly unbelievable. once you got done briefly getting ready to go out, you sat on the kitchen nook while the rosy view of the neighboring townhouses billowed around the white windows.

felix only flex : oh and don’t wear a jacket

lix enthusiast : why not? it’s 20 degrees out

felix only flex : just do it pleaseee

lix enthusiast : ok ok chill

felix only flex : yeyey

knowing you, you’re easy to give in. and a small giggle escaped the lips he once kissed when he called you his. you stared out the windows until you heard your doorbell ring, making you spring up from your comfortable seat and rush to the door where your ball of comfort stood. you opened the door to greet your not-so-long awaited boyfriend who had the natural smile of an angel.

“hey ho, sunshine!—” there was that nickname you once hated at first but found out you loved, making you gravitate yourself to him more.

“lix!! huhuuu~” you immediately attack-hugged him, engulfing yourself into his body as he lets out a surprised grunt which replaced itself with his relieving laugh. “i failed my physics test grrr” you fussed while nudging your head into his familiar chest and fake sobbing. he mimicked you and you both fake cried together, making both of you laugh.

“so that’s what you were all angsty about?” he chuckled as you nodded. once you let go of him, you were both ready to go but felix gave you something before both of you stepped out of your front door.

“oh? why are you lending me this?” you asked as he gave you his chunky pink sweater, knitted out of the warmest fabric you’ve ever touched.

“you don’t want it?” he teased.

“....no.” you answered quietly which made him laugh again as you layered it over your shirt. he started holding your wrist as he lead you out of the building and into his car, and of course with his general niceness he opened the car door for you even when you insisted. “so where are we heading?”

“you’ll seeee just trust me. i’m actually glad i found this spot and i wanted to share it with only you.” the smirk he had on his face showed that he knew you were going to love it. it was only once he pulled out of the parking lot was when you saw that the sky had changed, taking over with a pretty muted sky blue, the last tints of pink were hiding behind the scape of the mountains.

he didn’t let go of your wrist even on the way there. he was gazing out the window, his left hand taking care of the wheel. your stares on him were helpless, noticing his hair was blonde and wispy. you can feel your fingertips carding into them just by looking at it.

you finally reached the destination, and of course.

he opened the door for you again.

“you know i can open the door myself, right?” you giggled as he proceeded to open it anyway. he’d do simple gallant actions and as much as you loved it, it only reminded you of how much you didn’t deserve this heaven-sent.

he took your hand as you slid out of your seat. “just let me treat you like the lady you are~” he sang raspily, placing a soft kiss to your hand before he let go and proceeded to open his car trunk.

you flounced to where he was, your eyes widening at the plastic bags of food. naturally you helped him with it and he started taking a picnic blanket and a few pillows with him. you followed him with skippy steps as he lead you up to the rooftop of the building he parked in, and you could, possibly, might as well have just melted then and there as you stood on the floor of the rooftop.

the skylines were rosy and blue, your breath taking itself away in awe at how scenic the sky had bloomed. and little glints of light were everywhere, from buildings to city lamps and random cars and buses traveling to who knows where. the greenery—or in this case, pinkery, allured your vision since there were cherry blossoms gracing the sidewalks messily in a way where it seemed perfect.

“oh wow, what’s all of this for?” you giggled as you gently placed the bags down. once he finished placing everything exactly where he wanted to be, he placed his hands on his hips proudly with a pleased grin. he walked over to you, sliding his arms around your waist and pulling you close to him.

“i know you’ve been stressing a lot so i really wanted to treat you or help you out. making you happy was the first thing that came to my head when you told me you were down, and i wasted no time getting the things you like.” he smiled down at you, and for once you felt the most comfortable and loved your entire life. everything started running from your head, heart and soul. a bunch of butterflies, swarming the pit of your stomach. your gaze on him was enough for him to read that you were grateful, and all he did was widen his smile more as you shared each other’s glance.

“i really don’t deserve someone like you.” you muttered and he shook his head. he started cupping your cheeks within his palms, spreading the warmth through the blush you’ve had on since he had his arms around you.

“no <3″ he was the one who laughed first at his response, of course. “now shall we sit down, sunshine?” he perched on the cozy hamper, patting the space next to him which made you follow his actions. your eyes couldn’t take itself off the view below you, and your skin couldn’t resist the chilly gentle wind that surged through the air. everything you’ve ever wanted, all right in front of you. and you would do anything to reciprocate the effort.

he took an iced coffee from one of the bags and gave it to you. “i always told you not to drink iced coffee at this hour because it was bad for you but i know you would crave one whenever you felt off.”

“lix :((” you felt so touched, even if it was just a beverage. “you didn’t need to spend so much on me, your presence would’ve been fine.”

“stop worrying so much about it, sunshine.” there was that damn pet name again. “let me treat you how you deserve to be treated. please?”

and of course you gave in, sighing as you took a sip of your drink. “wahh i haven’t had these in a long time. how’d you know i liked them?”

“a better question is, why wouldn’t i know?” he responds, biting on a donut.

you probably spent an hour talking about everything and nothing with him. you were babbling back and forth about the things you missed and the things you didn’t, whether we came from stars or not. asking about what the future held for us as if we knew about it all, embarrassingly storying our first loves and complicated relationships. and each and every word that escaped his lips, all you could do was stare at him in devotion as he talked about his first love while peering at the solar night city.

“i was pretty young back then so i don’t—” he looked back with his head leaned slightly down at you, quickly realizing you were gaping at him this whole time with those eyes that he adored so much. he laughed silently in amusement as you were still laying your stare on him. he took his sugarcoated hand and softly trailing down your chin to make you look up at him more.

“done checking me out?” he teased, making you slap his arm playfully. “ahck—! i was just kiddingg, c’mere.” he put his latte down and slid his arm around your waist while the other was on his thigh, something he did whenever he wanted you on his lap. which of course you unhesitantly complied.

you connected gazes again, finding the stars in each others eyes even if it was just right above both of you. love was flickering in his pupils, which expanded. you gasped and he got surprised, making him chuckle.

“why, sunshine?”

“my psychology teacher gave me a lot of trivias before. one of them was that if you stared into your lover’s eyes, their pupils will dilate.”

“really?!” his tone was shocked, this newfound information blowing him away which made you giggle. you nodded at him. he stared into you once again, this time closer to you to really examine your orbs.

“are they dilating?” you asked him, and his eyes squinted which made you laugh.

he shrugged. “ i think so, i don’t know if i can see. but i don’t need to see your pupils dilate in order to know that you love me.” his relaxed smile painted over his expressions again, his hands now on your waist and caressing the curves soothingly.

you looked away, playing a song on your phone and then staring right back at him again.

luv note - chloe moriondo

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“and if a pair of teenagers in love stare into each other’s eyes for three minutes, their heartbeats will synchronize.”

“wait really?!” he blurted, the glint in his eyes returning which made you feel all sorts of happy particles. “how does all of this work?”

you nod. “well....i actually don’t know. but hey, let’s put it to the test.” and you never once broke eye contact.

“and did you know that if you hold the hands of someone who’s dear to you, it can release natural painkillers?..” your hands slid from his neck and onto his hands which were stroking your waist. he immediately and comfortably locked your hands in his first before you could do it yourself, another seraphic smile kindled his lips as he tilted his head.

he sang to the song lyrics tenderly yet quietly, gazing at you with patience and amusement. he never got tired of you, and it showed. like stars. the ones above you and the ones on his cheeks. “so maybe you could let me hold your hand real tight, and tell you why the sea reminds me of youuu~”

somehow the butterflies from earlier started reviving and swirling around the loops of your heart again, a ginger yet contended grin cracking itself into your smile, which felix laughed to.

“you are so,...so, lovely.” he mumbled sincerely, and you could promise to yourself that a bunch of orchids blossomed in your stomach.

the song was near its end, so you took his hand and put it against the pulse on your neck, and took his other hand to put it against his own thrums.

“do you feel it? is it in sync?” you asked him, and you swore you could kiss him right there when you saw the euphoria in his eyes when he realized that they were, in fact, harmonizing with each other. his eyes glossed, his smile brightened. something you wish would never fade.

you yelped in shock when he suddenly dropped his arms and wrapped them around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he bursts in giggles and happy sweet nothings.

he whispered into your ear, the flutters in your gut getting stronger. “whenever you're in pain, i'll be there to hold your hand. and while you're anxious and checking your pulse, i'll be there in a heartbeat.” you could feel the rays of his beam. he pulled away, locking eyes with you again as he leaned in closer “and all you have to do is look at me.” he murmured against your lips before latching onto them; innocent giggles and cheeky grins sprouting throughout the sincerely playful kiss as he held you close.

#felix #imfrickingsoftdonttouchme #AAAAAAAA

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wetwellie · 5 years ago

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Your Name AU

(because i’ve seen this movie a bajillion times and it makes me feel things and i am FEELING THINGS about zimbits rn) (It probably won’t work, but i’m gonna make it work)

Bitty is a guy who is trying to peacefully spend his last summer before heading off to college in peace.

He spends his days working his part time job at his Aunt’s produce stand.

and Baking

and playing club hockey twice a week

Fairly peaceful

and...boring as hell

Until the dreams start

Jack has just started his third year at Samwell university

he’s still broken

still anxious

still the “golden boy” --even if he doesn’t feel like hes polished and shining

but he’s making do

and making friends

just a year or two left until

until what?

graduation? getting signed?

wasting away?

Jack doesn’t know. But he’s resigned to focus on hockey and let the rest of the world pass him by

Until the dreams start

Jack wakes up and it’s too hot

He shifts to get out of bed and finds that the covers he is tearing away from his body

are not his

or Shitty’s

or any of his roommates’

also. uh

those skinny legs and short shorts are not his

his hands look different too

and his face feels different

and the voice that calls to him from downstairs is not one he knows

huh

well

weird dream

hope it’s over soon

Bitty goes downstairs to eat the next day

His parents are both fairly silent

“I see you got over whatever mood you were in yesterday, young man”

“mood?”

“it doesn’t matter.”

That’s all he gets out of them

When he drives to the produce stand his cousins run up to him smiling

“I see that you actually remembered how to drive that thing”

“What?” says Bitty

“yesterday you were all over the place. almost knocked over the stand. if you were anyone else I’d think you were drunk”

“Aunt Judy figures you might have been possessed” the other cousin says

“With a fit of stupidity”

“I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about” Bitty says

“It doesn’t matter. Just don’t ‘get lost’ or forget ‘how to drive stick’ again, Dicky” she says using finger quotes

Later in the day, Suzanne asks Bitty if he’s really feeling ok.

She was really worried about yesterday’s behavior

Bitty replies that , despite evidence on the contrary, he feels normal

They finish up some jars of jam and Bitty returns to his room for the night

There is where he finds it

Tucked under his pillow there is a note in scratchy handwriting

“Who are you?”

Bitty wakes up cold, in a bed that is too big for him

an alarm he doesn’t remember setting, or ever having, is blaring next to him

he looks to see the time

4:30 am

oh.

hell no

bitty gets up to unplug the dream alarm clock, and returns to sleep

Bitty wakes up 6 hours later with another man coming into bed with him

This man is naked

and moustached

one of those dreams? huh

never would he dream about this kind of guy though

because this guy doesn’t crawl into bed, like he thought

he wraps bitty in a burrito made out of comforters and yanks him onto the floor

“I know you needed to a break, but let the coaches know before you sleep through morning practice like that”

“practice?”

“yeah. and you’re lucky that I’m waking you up in time to go to your 11am.”

“but it’s summer”

naked moustache man just looks at him and rolls his eyes

“we’ll grab lunch after class”

“Wait!”

“What”

“...where is my class?”

Jack wakes up the next day

and is dragged to the doctor to test for a possible concussion

“the things you were saying and doing yesterday were crazy”

“you skipped morning practice”

“After class you threw down your notes and said you’d never major in History”

“You baked seven as an apology for skipping morning practice”

“And then you dropped into fetal position in afternoon practice when Ollie was about to check you”

“And you took, i don’t know, 7000 selfies of yourself and called yourself handsome”

“have you ever taken a selfie before in your life?”

jack just shakes his head

“yeah. like i said you’re getting checked for a concussion”

Did I hit my head? , Jack asks

“no. but it can’t be” Shitty pauses “It wouldn’t be your other thing would it?”

I don’t think so he says.

Jack has never really had memory problems. and his anxiety and panic never particularly affected him in the way described

faintly, he recalls a young boy at one of his games right before the draft, voice broken as he says “Jack, don’t you remember me?”

it leaves his mind as quickly as it entered

because he had bigger problems to figure out

namely how he had new entries on the journal on his phone

it was a summary of all of the things that “Jack” did the previous day

“Thanks for a long day of being a Big Shot on campus, handsome!”

signed Eric

Eric??

Who the hell is Eric?

it happens again

Jack spends a day as bitty

and Bitty spends a day as Jack

and they wake up not remembering too much about what happens

the only thing that cements that it’s not just a weird dream is that

well...real life consequences

Jack becomes a lot more...spinny and less up for contact when he plays hockey

and ends up enjoying time with his teammates a lot more

and has a huge country dialect now

and one time someone came up to him speaking french and jack had no idea what was going on???

and he smiles sometimes???

and at the end of the day he’s almost always on his phone typing away

Bitty is able to kick ass into gear with hockey

but can’t bake worth shit

honestly, suzanne hasn’t seen anything of that quality since bitty was seven

AND he had to check a recipe

also, he’s started to bike to work

driving stick is impossible

he’s very serious on some days

he spends his evenings watching history documentaries and writing in a journal

Well. It seems like this is just gonna be life for a while, they both figure

best set up some rules

Bitty, as Jack, is NOT ALLOWED TO DITCH CLASSES

no use of the word y’all

no beyonce

no short shorts

don’t drop like a brick when someone comes to check you

seriously Eric it’s fine

Eric it’s my body that would get hurt don’t worry

also please don’t drink or use drugs in my body

it’s a long story but again

it’s my body

Jack-as-Bitty is asked to be polite to his friends and customers

and please never bake anything ever

don’t leave the house dressed like some weird clothing outlet exploded

if you yell at my teammates i swear to god, mr. zimmermann.

don’t disrespect senor bun

or anyone

stop frowning so much, even Coach has asked me about it and i don’t know what to say

don’t watch stuff on my netflix account. your history documentaries are messing up my recommendations

Despite the rules

They find ways to keep bothering each other

But also trying to make each other better

As captains of each others teams, both teams are able to benefit from their guidance

Bitty’s team gets a lot stronger technically

but kind of hate how much of a hardass Bitty is 3 times a week

The SMH is more in synch with each other than ever

and Bitty is able to help out a lot more

But Jack ends up having to put a lot of money in the sin bin for

‘acting off’

Jack is very upset to find a picture of himself in the swallow, sitting on the roof of the Haus shirtless and wearing short shorts chilling

what the fuck Eric

But they get a little routine down, and nothing changes except for minor nuisances

so whatever

It all works good until one day, while Jack and Suzanne are bonding over making jam, Suzanne looks Jack right in the eyes and says

“oh...you’re not my dicky. you’re dreaming aren’t you?”

Jack snaps awake in his bed

not Eric’s bed. His bed

Huh. weird.

He goes to check his phone and of course, there is a long journal entry left over from the day he didn’t get

It’s all mostly ok until he gets to the end

“It looks like your first big hockey game is tomorrow night! Be sure to have fun. Enjoy it!”

“There’s a comet tonight for me. I’ll take lots of pictures so that you can see it next time we ...do whatever we do”

Jack and the SMH win the game. and he actually tries to have fun. but the only person he wants to celebrate with is

well

he’s in georgia

bUT

Jack has a phone

He dials bitty’s cellphone number that has been saved in his contact

his heart is beating quite fast.

and then he hears

“We’re sorry. The number you have dialed is no longer in service”

Jack stops switching after that

He should be relieved. overjoyed

but he’s not

he doesn’t miss the humidity

or the dirt roads

or the bugs

but he does miss something

and he’s forgetting all about it

so he tries searching online for the town

the town he can’t remember the name of

he doesn’t want to forget, so he starts drawing sketches of what he remembers

they’re not bad

pretty darn good, even

Not as good as Lardo’s, but she’s still abroad

He tries to call Eric’s number a couple more times. He gets the same results

Jack can’t take it anymore

During the winter break, Jack flies down to Georgia for a weekend, rents a car, and drives himself in the general area he remembers the town

he stops locals and shows them sketches

“is there any town nearby that looks like this?”

they all respond in the negative

he does this for hours

the sun is starting to set when he resigns to give up

he pulls into a diner in the town he’s in, orders, and looks at his sketches again

maybe it’s possible that the town isn’t...even real?

it really could have just been his dreams

that is what he thinks when the server returns with some water

“Hey. that’s a pretty good picture of Godfrey”

“Godfrey?”

“Yeah. I grew up there.” he says looking a bit sad

“Can you tell me how to get there?”

The server pauses and gives Jack a mourned, but puzzled look “ it was about a 15 minute drive from here but-”

“it was?”

“you didn’t hear about what happened?”

Jack shakes his head.

“If you don’t mind,I’ll take you to it after you finish your dinner”

It’s all gone.

Oh God.

Everything from the small ice cream shop to the old creek where Bitty’s cousins would hang around

It’s all rubble

and mounds of dirt

Literal miles

Jack can’t breathe

he can’t

breathe

just breathe

just

breat--

#au #a shitty au #omgcp #check please #it's really nothing like the story except for the couple of major plot points #because honestly how could i bring in ancient forgotten japanese concepts into an american context #fic #wipitgood

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watchmegetobsessed · 6 years ago

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I only need you - Shawn Mendes

okay warning, it is extremely SMUTTY, some bossy, dominant shawn for yall, hope you’ll like it! also, listen to this song while reading, i kept it on repeat while writing ahh so good! (its lost in fire by the weeknd, for some reason the video is not showing in the app, just on pc smh im bad at html editing) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZGDGdRIxvd0

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If it wasn’t for the huge space and no neighbors anywhere near, the two of them would already be in big trouble for the fight they’ve been putting on. Not holding back the screams, the cussing and the swearing they keep throwing everything at us, verbally.

“I can’t fucking do anything about it!” Shawn barks over the whole place, standing next to the black sofa. Y/N’s answer screams back immediately.

“You just refuse to do anything! Admit it, you enjoy having all those women all over you all the time!”

Her chest hurts from all the screaming she’s been doing, this fight has been going on for an hour, ever since they set their feet into the condo. It’s the same old thing, only that so much piled up lately, so many unsaid things and hidden feelings that both of them are blowing up from all the emotions pouring out of them.

“I can’t be rude, you know that! I have a reputation, I can’t act like a dick just because my girlfriend is jealous!”

Shawn’s fingers comb through his hair, his locks are starting to get wet because the heat of the argument is affecting him physically as well. He is sweating, his muscles keep flexing and loosening up as he is trying his best to control himself, but he is very close to lose his patience.

“I don’t fucking care about your reputation! Saying no is not rude! It’s like you don’t even want to care about the fact that we are in a relationship!”

Tears are dwelling up in her eyes, stinging them hard and she turns away so he can’t see how bad it’s affecting her at this point. Shawn throws his hands into the air in disbelief.

“I’m not caring?! So everything I’ve done means nothing just because I let a woman touch my arm?!”

“It wasn’t just a touch!” She screams at him turning around, not caring about being seen while crying. She rushes over to him, closing the distance between them and she pushes on his chest. It’s not powerful enough to actually do anything to him, but she just needs to get out all the anger that’s boiling in her veins. “She was basically fucking you right there! I saw with my fucking eyes, Shawn! She pushed her ass to your crotch and it took you moments to push her away! Don’t try to make a fool out of me!”

Her hands keep slamming against his hard chest, her cheeks are reddening from all the straining she is putting into her actions. Shawn is trying to get a hold on her wrists, but she just keeps fighting, but soon her anger turns into desperate sobs and lunatic hits on her shocked boyfriend. He has never seen her like this, so lost and outraged, all the shine is gone from her eyes, endless sadness took over her entire body making her appear as a whole new person and this is worrying him. Did he really go too far? He should have realized how bad he was hurting her.

“Babe, stop it!” he growl finally getting a hold on her hands, but she makes another attempt to free them. Unfortunately her energy is long gone, she can’t hold herself together anymore.

“I hate when you do this to me! I hate it!” she sobs uncontrollably, guttural noises roll out of her throat as he wraps his arms around her body pulling her against his chest.

She tries to fight him one more time, but the attempt is pathetic, she gives up and buries her face into his shirt. “Do you not love me anymore?” she questions, her mouth pressed against his chest so the words come out muffled, but he understands them clearly. “Am I… Am I not pretty enough for you anymore?”

Shawn pushes her away just so he can see her tear-soaked face. The emotions on her face are turning so fast, he is losing track of them.

A moment ago she was feeling like the most worthless person on Earth, but right now, it’s all gone. She is getting angry again. He will not play her that dirty, she is the one in charge and she definitely won’t let her man even think about another woman in the way only she can.

“Babe, I-“ he starts but she cuts him off shaking her head.

“Do you think you are the only one with other choices? Do you think I wouldn’t find someone else in a blink of an eye?”

Her words hit a painful spot. His hands curl up into fists as he is staring at her taking a few steps backwards. He definitely doesn’t want the thought of the woman he is in love with have another man on her.

“Stop,” he pleads, but his words have no use now.

“Do you think I wouldn’t be able to find a dick with just a text? Because just like that whore rubbed herself on you, I can rub myself on a guy whenever I want.”

“Y/N, stop it!” he growls in a more aggressive way, but she hasn’t had enough just yet. She wants to make him feel the same way she did.

“I would have a man boning me in no time, I would be screaming his name, not yours, he would pleasure me like you can’t and-“

This time she doesn’t have the chance to finish. Shawn closes the distance between them, his large hands grab on her forearms probably stronger than they should, but the pain feels like nothing to her now.

“Shut the fuck up!” he barks demandingly and then the bubble pops.

His lips crash to hers and captures them in a bruising kiss. Instead of fighting him off, she immediately returns the passionate kiss. Grabbing onto his broad shoulders she jumps into his arms, his hands slide under his ass holding her up as her legs wrap around his waist tightly.

Taking a few steps her back hits the wall and a moan escapes her already swollen lips as his crotch presses against her heated center. Fingers digging into her ass his mouth travels down her throat, leaving open-mouthed kisses and even quite a few hickeys to mark his territory.

“No one can fucking touch you like me,” he growls in an animal-like tone as he takes her to the next spot. He lays her down on the kitchen counter and she wastes no time to start undressing him. Her tiny fingers are working fast, but not fast enough. His large ones replace them ripping the shirt open, making all the buttons to fly in a million directions. Her hands cup his naked chest as he tugs the shirt off of his arms and throws it away before getting back to her plump lips. His teeth sink into her flesh, tugging on her bottom lip as his hands work on her shirt. He goes slightly lighter on hers, but it still end up on the floor abandoned.

She leans back on her arms, pushing her chest upwards so he can have a great view of her breasts in the light pink lacy bra. His hands cup them immediately, leaning down he leaves a hickey on each of them, sucking and biting down on her soft skin, making her moan in pleasure again and again.

“Oh fuck!” She gasps when he pushes his waist closer and she can feel how hard he is already.

Shawn unclasps the bra and soon throws it away leaving her chest completely bare to his greedy eyes. He starts sucking on her right nipple while his fingers work on the left one, giving both of them enough attention. Y/N is shivering under his touch, she is growing hotter and hotter with each passing moment, but she wouldn’t stop for anything.

Her hands fumble with his belt and as soon as it clicks she unzips his pants and pushes them down along with his bowers as well. He finishes up the work getting rid of them in no time, leaving him in all of his naked glory, his dick erecting towards her proudly, and she eyes it as if it was a five course meal.

“Lift your hips up,” he orders in a harsh tone and a chill runs down on her spine at the bossy attitude, but she obeys anyway. Her black pants soon disappear along with her matching lacy thong that was already starting to soak.

His lower half slams against hers, his dick sliding right between her wet folds as she wraps her legs around his waist. His hands are roaming her body, touching and digging his fingers into everywhere as his lips return to her breasts. When his hot tongue touches her left nipple her whole body shivers immediately, making her head roll back.

“No one will ever make you feel this good,” he growls against her hot skin as his lips start traveling down on her stomach. Her fingers tangle in his locks, getting a handful of his hair as his mouth reaches her clit finally.

His fingers part her wet folds as his tongue laps against her heated clit, making her moan uncontrollably.

“Oh fuck, Shawn!”

Without mercy, he slides two fingers into her, never stopping playing with her clit and it makes her scream in pleasure. She reaches down wanting to add to the sensation but he immediately grabs onto her hands stopping everything he has been doing.

“No fucking touching!” he demands forcing her to look into his eyes. His hazel irises have turned into the darkest brown.

She nods weakly, then he guides her hands to her knees.

“Hold your legs up for me,” he tells her and she obeys without a word. She has never seen him like this, full of orders and so dominant, but she is definitely enjoying this new side of him.

His two fingers return and his tongue delves inside as well, throwing her completely off the hoop. She whimpers and moves around as he starts pumping his fingers in and out, reaching that one bundle of nerve inside of her again and again.

“Fuck!” she moans leaning and then finally lying down on the kitchen island. She is starting to get close to her orgasm, she is begging for release, but before she could let go he abruptly stops, making her crave more immediately.

“Now get on your knees, babygirl,” he orders and lifting her head up she can see him standing between her legs, one hand wrapped around his massive cock as he is pumping himself lazily, looking down at her exposed body with hungry eyes.

She doesn’t question him, putting her legs down she hops off the counter kneeling down in front of him, her face right at his hard dick.

His hand unwraps letting her small ones replace it. She has never wanted to have a dick in her mouth this bad in her entire life, but right now, she feels like if she doesn’t suck him she might die right here, right now.

Her hands hug his base as she licks the head, teasing him a bit. Her tongue is playing with it, her lips only barely touching him.

“Fuck,” he growls and looking up at him she sees him stare down at her with endless lust in his eyes. This alone sends chills down her spine and bobbing her head down she takes in as much of him as possible, then coming back she releases him with a pop earning a pleasure filled moan from him.

She repeats it, her hands moving up and down at the base in sync with her lips, slowly picking up the pace. A few times she flinches her eyes as she tries to take him fully in, his dick reaching the back of her throat making her gag.

Staring down at her he thinks this is one of the most beautiful sights he has ever seen in his entire life. The woman he loves with her lips wrapped around his cock, sucking him so passionately as if she was born to do this.

When he feels like he is close to coming he pulls her face away from him not wanting to finish in her mouth. He helps her up kissing him hard as he lifts her up into his arms and walks to the sofa with her.

Laying her down he gets on top of her, his dick pressed against her throbbing center. His lips continue kissing her as he starts moving his lips making his cock slide between her soaking wet folds, his head thrusting against her clit from time to time, making her moan into his mouth.

“Shawn, please!” she begs desperately.

“Please what?” He gets a hold of his shaft positioning himself right to her entrance, but he doesn’t move.

“Please, I need you.”

“You need me to do what?” he teases, clearly satisfied with how much affection he has over her.

“Please fuck me!” she growl irritated. The fire in her body is eating her up alive, she needs to have him inside her immediately.

“Do you still want another dick to bone you?” he asks bitterly, referring to her previous words.

“Fuck no, I only need you!” Her arms wrap around his neck pulling him down for an open-mouthed kiss.

“Good answer,” he exhales before finally sliding inside her, filling her up entirely.

Lust washes over both of them as he sets the pace, sliding in and out of her making her gasp for air every time he dives deep into her. The slapping noise of their skin meeting every time fills the place along with their needy gasps and moans.

“Harder!” she begs at one point and he picks his pace up immediately, wanting nothing else than to pleasure her the best he can.

Their skin is covered in sweat making them appear shiny in the dim lighting, but neither of them cares about it. Soon Y/N pushes him back into a sitting position and throwing a leg over his waist she sits on his lap, guiding his hard cock inside her once again.

“Yes, ride me baby!” he growls satisfied as she starts moving her hips in a rapid pace eager to finally have her release.

She arches her back and his lips find her reddened lips once again, playing with them freely. His fingers dig into her butt helping her out with the movements.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!” she screams as her movements start to get uneven and she flinches her eyes.

“Yes, come for me baby. Come onto my dick,” he encourages her as he feels himself getting closer too. He is staring at her, unable to soak everything he is feeling and seeing in fully, but he knows he wants to remember this forever.

“Shawn! I’m coming! I’m coming!” she screams and her movements suddenly stops, but he quickly flips them over and takes over control, slamming into her forcefully, making her orgasm even harder. She screams his name over and over again and it throws him over the edge as well, he releases himself with a few growls as he bites down her collarbone.

Unable to hold himself up anymore he collapses on top of her, the weight of his body feeling nice for her as he is still inside her. They are both breathing heavily, the bodies are slippery from the thin layer of sweat, but they’ve never felt more ecstatic ever.

After a few minutes of silence he lifts his head up looking at her.

“Are you okay? I didn’t go too hard, did I?” he asks as he holds himself up again, lying down next to her this time.

“Are you kidding me?” she chuckles still panting a bit. “That was… incredible!”

He laughs closing his eyes before brushing his hair out of his forehead and turning back to her.

“I’m sorry, I was an asshole.”

She looks at him, already knowing she has forgiven to him.

“It’s okay. Just… try to think about what I feel next time.” Cupping his face in her palms she pulls him close for a soft, lazy kiss. “I’m also sorry for what I said, I was just trying to piss you off.”

“You surely succeeded,” he growls making her chuckle. “Are we good now?”

“Yes, we are,” she nods smiling.

“Good, because I love you too much to lose you over something total bullshit.”

“I love you too,” she sighs as he lays his head to her naked chest snaking his arms around her body.

#shawn #mendes #shawn mendes #shawn mendes imagines #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes fanfiction #shawn mendes x reader #shawn mendes fanfictions #shawn mendes smut

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keerawrrr · 5 years ago

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so um

I know I've cried wolf on the subject a couple Times already but.....I'm finna b single for real.

we jst decided to take some space about 30mins ago, if that. we work together tmrw n Wednesday too....awesome

for me....idk, I feel like he's never gonna understand how to help me, be there for me the way I want. everything is so black n white to him & everything I feel n see is a blur

quick example....I put a ton of effort into getting a shoe in with his family...1 person more than others, gifts, msgs, support; I had a big ass "hey I'm here, let's be friends" sign plastered on me basically... (n yes I understand nobody fckn asked me to lol I know but I thought that's how things were done)....so when the racist comment happened; I EXPECTED to hear from said person ⬆....

& didn't....now comments were made to him & he relayed them to me....but its like what was all that effort in giving u direct access to me if u can't even do 1 thing n msg me directly to ask how I'm dealing when I've done so to u MANY times?

how is that such an odd request??

n the response he gave to my frustrations is jst like "they care, u dnt need to see it yourself" & "reciprocation? what's that?" & "you let it bother u when it shouldn't"

like I'm sorry, what kind of life is built on this type of dealing with things? it makes no sense to me. n the ONLY reason I point at his family so much is exactly that, they dnt deal properly. & he's ok with that.

I'm new to this serious relationship & family dynamic, but everybody I know has a connect to their boyfriends ppl n have someone there for them when shit happens, so I guess I expected the same especially after kissing so much ass to make my presence felt.

but fck maybe I'm wrong. maybe it's not like that for everyone I jst feel like I'm the only one with bad luck.

& from what we discussed he dsnt see why he should mediate ANY of it....n that bothers me. if u want us all to be on the same page, why not help instead of just trying to make everybody ok separately? that's not a healthy balance

but all he sees is I hate them n I dnt want him around them when that's not what I'm getting at, at all. & it's like it's never gonna change, he's never gonna see the bigger picture.

I dnt hate them, I hate how they treat him....I hate that he dsnt get help or support from them...I hate that I got called a nigger when I ain't did shit but build him up n love him...

but he dsnt get it n I jst wanna wring his neck to get him to understand.

so if we're not meant to be, theres nothing else we can do. I can't keep hoping he gets it or keep wasting my breath when he ain't tryna hear shit I say.

& he says I only care about what bothers me.....I'm sorry what else am I supposed to focus on when I'm still the hated black chick. when he hasn't sat down with his own mother to understand even her own personal demons on the subject. I'm jst sposed to sit n wait for it all to work itself out? when NO ONE IS WORKING ON IT. y'all big chilling every day like the shit never happened

-woosahs-

I could care more about what he might be feeling if his actions at least MATCHED....like someone might b like I can't stand to look at my mom for what she did to u....n tell their mom, hey I can't deal with u....but he ain't. or hey she would like u to reach out to her....n make sure they reach out....but no, not that either.

I'm stuck waiting in the basement for him to spend 20minz wit me while life is still the same for him n he wants me to stop n consider what he might b going thru?

wtf type shit is that?

alot of how I react n think of things is based off how I was raised. nobody took the time to talk to me, nobody made sure I was ok in the head, all the people who accepted me n encouraged me died too soon....so I'm left emotional as fck lol I'm scared to tell anybody what I'm feeling so you'll catch an attitude before I admit what's up....I'm scared to do the wrong things but also I have a strong ass cut off game. I dnt wait around for ppl to be sorry. cuz it usually never comes. & his childhood was the total opposite, he prolly went without many of these emotional cues too but its not seen the same, u know? fck emotions, who has time for that. who needs heart to hearts? fck it. if it's fixable let me know, otherwise I can't be bothered; my fav: yea that person is wrong but it aint my business. & of course one sided loyalty is his curse...

n these 2 mentalities are oil n water..... smh

so yea....let me finish this lame ass workout; I'm really not here mentally but something is better than nothing ✌✌

**I feel that was a jumble of shit n prolly repeated myself several times lol but oh well**

#personal #love #thoughts #fml #breakup #endless circle #dead end #damaged

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blackpantahh-blog · 6 years ago

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Passionfruit

Erik (Killmonger) Stevens/Black!Reader

Summary: As far as reader feels, long distance relationships hardly ever work... Or do they?

Word Count: 1.9k

Notes: FR Ya’ll spare my ass cause this shit is my first posted fic and boiii im out here scared shITLESS

Listen,Seeing you got ritualistic

Cleansing my soul of addiction now ‘Cause I’m fallin’ apart.

Yeah, tension

Between us just like picket fences

You got issues I won’t mention for now, Cause we’re fallin’ apart..

You stood in the shower thinking about the last time you had a real conversation with Erik, the detached shower head close to your face as you rinsed the deep conditioner out of your stubborn curly hair. The start of this month might've actually been the end of y'all little three month relationship, ever since you moved out of Oakland to go be closer to your family in another state, he kind of cut all of your contact with him short.

The arguments started to pop up more, conversation over the phone became tense and brief. You definitely felt that spark between the two of you beginning to slip away and it was pissing you off because you still had yet to understand why he would stop speaking to you just because you moved.

You stepped out of the shower after you slid the shower head back on its mount, not bothering to ring out your wash rag as you threw it back on the towel rack. You threw your hair up in a towel, and wrapped another around your body frame, exiting the steamy bathroom to throw some shit on before bed.

‘Don’t Touch My Hair’ blasted through the speakers of your iPhone 8, to which you’d thrown on your queen mattress, letting the towel hanging off your titties fall to the floor of your modest bedroom. As you threw on some pajamas, the song playing from your phone had been interrupted shortly with a ding, as you perked up. “Who the hell’s texting me this late at night?” You fussed to yourself, eyebrows furrowed as you looked at the iMessage displayed across the screen.

My Boo “You up?”

You rolled your eyes, picking up the cell phone and typing up a reply. “Yeah. Just hopped out the shower. Y.”

“Jus wonderin. Take a pic for me.”

“Naw. Too tired for that freaky shit.”

You waited a good two minutes for a reply before you sucked your teeth, throwing your phone back down, going to sit down in front of your vanity mirror, detangling your hair carefully so you didn’t accidentally pull your hair from your damn scalp. You chuckled to yourself, it gave you a rush of confidence turning down Erik like that. He stayed expecting to get something from you when he rarely ever gave. Even though when he gave it was amazing but…. that’s besides the point.

You wasn't about to sit there and tend to his every need when he didn't do the same for you anymore. Y’all changed and it hurt like hell, whether you wanted to admit it or not.

Passionate from miles away

Passive with the things you say

I can't blame you, no.

You finally got a reply back from him, as you turned out your bedroom light, climbing under your bed sheets. “Smh.”

“When's the next time I'm gonna see you?” You decided to change the subject since it wasn't going anywhere. Despite being a little mad at Erik, you still wanted to at least have a conversation with the nigga. “IDK. Gotta see how my schedule look. Y don't you come 2 me?”

“That can be arranged.”

“Bet. Wyd?”

You instantly rolled your eyes at the question, you hated when he asked you that because every time he'd ask, you're doing something boring. “About to fall asleep. But you keeping me up ofc.”

“Good. I want you 2 think abt me when you dreamin.” You smirked at that, deciding to leave him on read as you turned your phone off with a soft ‘click’, tucking it under your pillow after plugging it in.

Passionate from miles away

Passive with the things you say

I can't blame you, no.

You were seriously gonna plan going back to California to see this man, but you'd have to let your people know first ahead of time so they weren't just wondering why you disappeared again.

By the time your alarm went off for work, you had sleep like two minutes max, so it made you grouchy as hell. You flipped the thin sheets off of your soft chocolate legs, eyes heavy as shit as you forced yourself to get ready for another day of your regular ass hustle.

You threw on your work uniform after taking a quick shower, grabbing up your apartment keys and essentials before you left the house for your job.

_ _ _

Listen,

Harder building's trust from a distance.

Let's rule out commitment for now, cause we're fallin’ apart.

Leavin’? You’re just doing that to get even.

Don’t pick up the pieces, just leave it for now

Cause we’re fallin’ apart.

By the time you got back to your crib, you were all the way burnt out, your feet burning and tired from running around doing so much stock in that small, agitating retail shop you worked at.

You swore as soon as you stepped through the door, your phone started ringing, making you let out a groan. “Hello?” You hadn’t even bothered to look at the caller ID to see who it was.

“Damn, who pissed you off today?” The remark made you suck your teeth as you glanced at your feet, slipping out of your ugly ass work shoes, and stumbling over to your couch. “Everybody.” You bit back, letting your eyes fall close as you laid down on the comfortable seating. “Even me?”

“Especially you.” A sleepy smile spread across your face at the sound of Erik’s deep chuckle in your ear. “But I called you to let you know that you prolly won't be able to come to visit me.”

The comment made you sit up, back aches and all, your pretty face screwing up. “And nigga why not?” Erik let out a huff of air at your aggressive attitude, he knew you'd react like this before he even said anything. “Because this week I'm working heavily so by the time I get home, Imma be tired as hell. So don't waste your time tryna visit.”

“Fuck you mean “waste my time”? Erik we haven't seen each other for months now. Why would that be a waste of time?” Another impatient noise came from his end of the line, you listened to the sudden silence coming from your phone's speaker, only brief shuffling.

“Y/N–”

“No, Erik. If you don't want me to come then just be real with me. I know that bitch that's in your house right now wouldn't want me to be there either.”

You spat, you didn't want to be the one to be starting shit but you and Erik been distant for awhile now and you were sick of it. “Y/N, that's far from the fucking case. You should know that.”

“I don't know shit anymore, Erik.” You heard Erik sigh again, “You accusing me of having bitches in my house but why the fuck you looking so fine every time you post on the gram, huh? What nigga you dressing up for?”

You were so stunned at his accusation that it made you speechless, Erik’s side getting quiet again as he waited for a valid explanation. “What are you talking about? I dress up for my damn self.”

“Then stop saying I got women in my house, and trust me when I tell yo ass that it's work that's keeping me busy.” You knew you were being unfair and irrational by accusing him of cheating, but you were so dead set on traveling to him that it infuriated you that he would tell you not to come at all.

“Fine, Erik..” You weren't about to apologise to him because you were still mad, Erik knew that much. But his work wasn't the type of job that you could just call out on. His schedule was full and he needed you to just deal with that for the time being.

“Now stop poutin’ and tell me how ya’ day went.”

_ _ _

Passionate from miles away

Passive with the things you say

I can't blame you, no.

Passionate from miles away

Passive with the things you say

I can't blame you, no.

It's a few weeks later and you're chilling, curled on your small loveseat as you waste away the rest of your off day watching Game of Thrones and snacking on unhealthy shit. You ran a few errands today like restocking your kitchen, and paying off your rent for the month, so now you were just relaxing in some tight ass pajama shorts and a grey tank top.

You felt your phone buzz in your lap, and then buzz again as you grabbed it from its spot huddled halfway between your legs. It was Erik.

“Open ya door.” As you read the message, loud knocking radiated throughout your apartment, making you jump from your spot on the couch, going into fight or flight mode as you approached the door. You took a peek through the peephole in the door, snatching it open when you saw Erik standing in front of your door, his dreads cascaded over his face as he stared down at the lit screen of his phone.

“What the hell are you doing here!” You hissed at him, the chain of your door lock obstructing some of your view, as you stared him down.

“Good to see you too. I thought yo ass missed me, but now we speaking through locked doors?” You rolled your eyes, closing the door to unlatch the lock. After you unlocked it, Erik opened the door to let himself in.

You glared at his feet with a raised eyebrow, his black and white Air Max 95s still laced on his feet as he stepped on your freshly vacuumed carpeted floor. “You might wanna take those off before I drag ya ass back out the door.” He rolled his eyes, taking off his expensive sneaks and putting them neatly on your shoe shelf by the door. “Thank you, sir.”

“Mhm.” He hummed, walking around your apartment, oddly scanning the area. You watched amused as he dipped down, looking under your couch, and then your loveseat. “Erik, What are you looking for.” That came out as a statement more than a legitimate question.

“That nigga you been dressin’ up for lately.” The comment made you double over with laughter, as Erik rose back up from his spot where he was laid out on the floor, staring at you with a stoic expression. “You think I’m playin’ Y/N?”

“Yes. Yes I do.” You caught your breath after cracking up, crossing your arms again. “Nigga, you came all the way here just for that? I’m hurt.”

“No, babygirl,” He walked across the room to where you stood, grabbing both of your arms to uncross them, letting his own slip around your waist, pulling you towards him in one quick motion. “I came here to see my chocolate goddess.” He leaned in for a kiss, to which you dodged by moving your head back, watching him frown up, “Stop playin’.” You snorted, letting a smile spread across your face as you lifted your arms to wrap around his neck, leaning up on your tip-toes.

“I missed you so damn much, babygirl.” You hummed in reply, practically melting in his grasp as you relished in the feel of his lips against your own. Your eyebrows furrowed deeply, pulling back from the kiss suddenly, as Erik opened his eyes, eyeing you curiously.

“Erik– how’d you get my fuckin’ address?”

...

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Slytherin!Yuta x Hufflepuff!Reader

It’s a day like no other, and you’re walking your typical route to your Charms class, when you notice something out of the normal.

The particular hall you walk through every day is lined with classes that have already started, so the hall itself is usually deserted. This allows you to relax and take a nice stroll to your class without having to worry about interacting with anyone or getting shoved in crowds of students, recklessly scurrying in order to not be late.

In this normally barren hallway, stands one boy in Slytherin robes, leaning against a wall nonchalantly outside of a Potions classroom.

On the inside you’re like “that’s kinda weird”, but you dismiss it, assuming he’s waiting for someone to get out of that class, or something along the lines of that.

As you walk past him, he grins at you and you swear you’ve never seen a smile that beautiful in your whole life.

You smile back shyly and nod to him, before walking a little faster past him and to your Charms class.

As soon as you sit in class and the professor asks to collect the homework that you completely forgot to do, you forget all about your encounter with the boy with the radiant smile.

The next time you’re walking to Charms, you had almost completely forgotten about the Slytherin boy, until you see him walk out of the Potions class in that hall, and wait outside the door.

Last time you assumed he was waiting for a friend, but he just walked out of the classroom so… what the hell is he doing.

If he’s supposed to be running an errand for the professor or something, shouldn’t he be walking somewhere?? Instead of just chilling outside the class?

But it’s none of your business, so you just keep walking, and as you pass him, he smiles at you with that same flawless, yet goofy grin and your heart melts a little at the sight. You repeat your routine from last time, smiling back and nodding to acknowledge him, and then make your way to you Charms class.

But this time you don’t forget about him or his gorgeous smile, and you spend the entire Charms class not paying attention, lost in your thoughts on “who is he, and what was he doing”.

By the third time you pass him on your way to Charms, you’ve just gotta know. So instead of just passing him when he smiles at you this time around, you actually stop and greet him.

He seems pleasantly surprised that you came up to him and started talking to him. He introduces himself as Yuta, a new transfer student to Hogwarts.

You’re drawing lines in your head, thinking “that’s why I hadn’t seen him before”, when you remember your original goal for approaching him.

You: “Why exactly do you come out into the hall every time you’re in that class?”

Yuta: “I didn’t really volunteer to stand out here, they kicked me out”

You: “They kicked you out?! Why? Are you having trouble fitting in well here?”

Yuta: “No I’m doing fine fitting in, I’ve made at least eight other friends, I just said something that the teacher didn’t like and now I’m out here”

You: “But this has happened more than once?”

Yuta: “Today it was me correcting the professor on something she taught wrong, and her pride getting in the way, resulting in me being banished to this hall, yet again. The last few times were students saying something rude under their breath, me calling them out on it and ‘disrupting the class’. Honestly, who hires the professors here?”, ending his explanation seeming to not really care about getting in trouble at all.

To put it bluntly, you’re astounded by the amount of times he’s gotten himself kicked out, but equally amazed that in these situations he’s describing, he doesn’t seem to be in the wrong. You don’t know him that well, seeing as it’s the first time that you’ve spoken, so you’re not sure if he’s telling the complete truth.

You: “You don’t seem to regret your actions at all, do you?”

Yuta: “Nope, because I didn’t do anything I shouldn't have. I also didn’t catch your name?”

You: “Oh, I’m Y/N!”

Yuta: “Y/N… that’s pretty. But weren’t you on your way somewhere?”

It was in this moment you realize you were f u c k i n g late to your Charms class.

Your eyes widened bigger than Yuta thought was humanly possible as you proceeded to bolt down the hall, frantically mumbling to yourself “late, late, oh my god I’m late”

Arriving outside your class, you gently open the door, slipping into your seat next to Taeyong, in the front of the classroom. Luckily, your professor was turned around, writing something on the board as you walked in, so he didn’t notice your tardiness. Hufflepuff!Taeyong, however, definitely noticed.

Taeyong: “Where were you? You’re never late in this class”

You: “I got caught up talking to a Slytherin boy in the hall, a new transfer”

Taeyong: “Ahh, Yuta? Yeah he’s a handful, but hilarious and a really great guy”

You: “You know him? He’s only been here a few weeks. And he’s not even in our house, where did you meet him?”

Taeyong: “Yuta’s friends with people all across the houses, I don’t think he really cares which house a person is in”

After receiving a glare from your professor for chatting at the very front of the class, quite obviously, too, you and Taeyong’s conversation was cut short.

This didn’t stop you from wondering what kind of person Yuta is though. If Taeyong praises him, then he has to be a good guy, but a good guy that gets kicked out of class every day? You weren’t too sure, but you’d give him the benefit of the doubt. He’d been nothing but nice to you, so you put your doubts aside.

It became tradition that every time you would walk to Charms, if Yuta happened to be in the hallway, you’d stop by, say hello, and chat for a little while. After a handful of these encounters, he’d wave to you in the dining hall, or if he saw you around. This began the blossoming of your friendship.

The two of you got comfortable enough with one another that one time, you were mid-conversation with Slytherin!Doyoung, and Yuta said absolutely nothing to make his presence announced, he just walked straight up and back-hugged you, like it was the most natural thing.

At first, on the inside you were like “!!! who the heck in on me right now”. But you turned to see Yuta shoot you his signature cheesey grin and rest his chin on your shoulder, and you were like “oh, okay”, and just continued your conversation with Doyoung.

Doyoung was like “are y’all… dating?? Am I missing something?”

To which Yuta was like “We’re not dating but aren’t they so cute!!”, and proceeded to smush you in his embrace.

So it’s safe to say you guys are pretty close, and very good friends.

One day, you’re walking to your Transfiguration class, the class you have right before Charms, which is always a much more crowded hallway to venture down, when you hear some students whispering, about what seems to be you.

“Isn’t that the Hufflepuff person that’s so lovey-dovey with Yuta?”

“I think so, they should honestly leave him alone. Everyone knows Hufflepuff & Slytherin couples never work”

“God, they’re wasting his precious time. What’s their problem?”

Your instincts kick in and you walk faster and faster, hoping those kids that were talking about you aren’t invasive enough to approach or follow you.

Sitting through your Transfiguration class, and honestly not paying much attention, you’re lost in your thoughts. Why did what they say bother you so much? The two of you weren’t dating, but were you really wasting his time? Was he just letting you hang around him because he’s too nice to tell you you’re bothering him?

“Class dismissed!”, your Professor rang out. What usually would’ve been your signal to make a beeline for the door, suddenly felt like a death sentence. On your way to Charms, you might have to face Yuta if he got his dumb ass kicked outta class this day smh, and you hadn’t sorted out your feelings yet.

You reluctantly got out of your seat and made your way to Charms, taking your usual route, hoping with every fiber in your body that he behaved today and was still in class.

Apparently your weren’t as lucky as you thought you were, because as you turned the corner to this particular hallway, you could already see him him sitting outside the class from several feet away.

As you began to approach him, repressing all your negative feelings, you thought it was kind of weird that he was sitting down, instead of him pulling his “cool-guy lean” against the wall, like he usually does.

You: “Hey Yuta, are you- Oh my god!”

As you got closer to him, he looked up and shot you his signature, jaw-dropping smile, but today it was half hearted, and you could see why. There was a cut across the bridge of his nose, and his cheekbone was purple and bruising.

You kneeled in front of him, completely forgetting about your encounter with those gossipy, awful students from earlier.

You: “What the hell happened? What did you say today?”

Yuta: “It’s not important, I just.... Some of the students at this school have their priorities wrong”

You: “You can say that again”, you said with an edge in your voice, causing him to raise his eyebrows at you curiously.

Yuta: “Did something happen?”

You: “Where do you get off asking me if something happened while you’re sitting here all beat up? Here, let me help you stand, we need to get you fixed up”

You grab his large hands, and pull him up a little too hard, causing him to topple onto you. You adjust yourself under him, placing his arm across your shoulders, when you realize he’s limping, and send him a pissed off glance.

Yuta: “Some jerk kicked my shin, I don’t know what to tell you”, he says with that smile that melts most of your anger and worries away. Most of it, but not all.

The two of you make the slow, somewhat limping, walk to the infirmary. When you open the door and let yourself in, you immediately plop Yuta down on one of the beds and look for a nurse or medical assistant to help, but no one is there but you two. Even at Hogwarts, the school funding is sketch smh, nurses where you at

After giving up on finding someone to help, you gather some medical supplies, make your way back over to Yuta, and sit down next to him on the bed. You get out a cotton ball, dip it in some disinfectant solution, and cup his face in your other hand.

Yuta: “W-what are you doing??”

You: “Trying to clean up your cut, but I need you to stay still”

For the first time in all your friendship, Yuta looks somewhat flustered. As cocky as he comes off, you didn’t think he was capable of blushing as furiously as he was now. As cute as it is though, all it does is bring back into your mind all those things the kids in the hall said earlier today.

Grabbing your wrist gently, pulling it down from his face, and lacing his finger with yours, he softly asks you if you’re mad at him. Your heart breaks a little at this, because no you’re not mad at him, you just don’t want to be bothersome or cause drama for him.

You: “Yuta I… do you want me around?”

Yuta: “Of course I do! Why would you think otherwise?”

Immediately after asking, his eyes darkened as he refused to break eye contact with you, his voice becoming a little lower and rougher than his usual cheerful tone.

Yuta: “Did someone say something to you?”

You: “I mean, not exactly, but earlier there were some students in the hall saying that I’m wasting your time, and that I just-”, you confess, choking up and not being able to finish your thought, tears threatening to fall.

Yuta: “I think those jerks might be the same ones in my Potions class. They’re usually saying something rude about people in that particular class, but for some reason today their subject was you. They said something about you running away from them, and that you should run away from me, and then they started flat out insulting you and I- I just snapped. I went off, and then one of them hit me, and then I hit them back and... I’m sorry… to make you worry about me. And I’m sorry people are giving you a hard time because of me, so I understand if you want to walk out here and never look back”, he finished saying, looking down at his lap.

You have never heard Yuta sound so open and upset before. He’s usually cracking jokes and laughing with everyone, so to see him so distressed only breaks your heart more.

You: “I’m not going anywhere, as long as you want me with you”

Yuta: “I do want you with me! I honestly don’t think I could function without you. But there’s one thing…”

You: “One thing? What is it?”

Yuta: “I don’t want to be with you just as friends. I want us to be together, Y/N. I really like you”, he says, his eyes migrating from his lap to meet yours.

The level of intensity and seriousness in his expression leaves you speechless for a moment so you just furiously nod “yes” to him, a smile growing on your face. You can’t help yourself, and you throw your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug.

Yuta: “Gentle!! Be gentle!”

You: “Oh shit, sorry”

Yuta: “Also can we continue this later when my face has less blood on it?”

You: “Shoot, you’re right. Pass me the gauze?”

It takes people a while to realize that you and Yuta are a couple now, because most of your friends either thought that, 1.) The two of you were already dating, or 2.) That Yuta was just as clingy on you as he is his other friends cough cough Sicheng

Doyoung: “I honestly thought that you were dating months ago, Yuta what took you so long to confess?”

Haechan: “Does that mean if we want Yuta to tell us something, we just have to beat him up?”

Johnny: “I’m 89% sure that’s illegal, but still worth a shot”

You spend a significant amount of your time slapping your hand over Yuta’s mouth to make sure he doesn’t sass anyone that could get him in trouble.

Yuta: “Is Jaehyun fair game?”

You: “Oh definitely, go roast him”

To sum it up, y’all are the sweet and salty power couple, who love spending time together, even if it means getting kicked out of Potions and being late to Charms.

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