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bbyquokka · 2 years ago

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– hate/love

→ PAIRING: Yang Jeongin x fem!reader

→ GENRE: lovers to enemies | enemies with benefits | angst | smut — MDNI!

→ SYNOPSIS: what use to be is no more. you and Jeongin cannot stand each other, but that doesnt stop you from agreeing on being 'enemies with benefits'.

→ WORDS: 2.7k

→ SONG INSPO: main inspo + title – extra

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→ m.list — → you can also read it on my ao3

“I hate you so much. I hope you know that.”

“Yeah yeah. Say that when you're not balls deep inside my cunt, Jeongin.” You scoff.

“Not my fault you come crawling to me every time you're sexually frustrated.”

“Who says I am?” You manage to say before you groan, Jeongin's tip hitting your sweet spot constantly, sending pleasure to ripple throughout your body.

“Judging by how greedy your cunt behaves around me, it's clear as day that you don't get any action anymore.” Jeongin gives you a smug look, the corner of his lips turning upwards in a smug eating grin.

You roll your eyes, tongue in cheek. “Whatever makes you happy, Jeongin.” You give him a sarcastic smile, hands gripping onto his biceps as his hips smack against yours ruthlessly.

“Oh? Not denying it are we. Must be true.”

“No. I just don't want to bruise that precious ego of yours Jeongin. God knows what would happen if I did.” You coo mockingly, causing Jeongin to scoff.

“You're such a bitch, y/n.”

“So are you but you don't see me complaining.”

Jeongin and you used to be a thing. You met through mutual friends, went on a couple of dates before you both became official. The first few months were fine, everything was pleasant and pleasurable. The right amount of love as well as sex made your relationship feel stable.

You both made each other happy and whilst sometimes you had arguments, you always kissed and made up in the form of passionate, love making.

However, once the honeymoon period was over, that's when the cracks started to show.

Arguments slowly started to become a new thing between you two. Jeongin started hanging out with a new group, people who were not good for him. The type of people who would drink, party 'till four am and think it's okay to cheat on their better halves.

Jeongin became blind to it. He started to love this new, fuckboy lifestyle of his, you, on the other hand, despised it. You tried to warn him, to tell him about how bad this new lifestyle is, but he never listened.

Both of you soon couldn't stand being in the same room as each other. That love you both had, turned bitter and sour, festering into hatred until you left.

He didn't care and truthfully, neither did you. Although he never cheated on you, you couldn't stand the person he became. He wasn't the Jeongin you first knew and loved, he became a stranger.

"Fuck, shit – ah." Jeongin moans, panting above you as his hips smack into you. You grunt with each thrust, body twisting and turning with each thrust

You whimper, nails digging into the skin of his biceps causing Jeongin to hiss in pain.

"Do you have to do that?" He grunts, looking at the marks.

"Do what?"

"Mark me." You raise a brow, scoffing before tilting your neck to the side. Deep, purple bruises sit proudly on your skin, scattered everywhere on your neck. Jeongin looks at your neck and smirks, shrugging.

"You like it, y/n."

"Do I?" You question, looking back at him.

"I didn't hear you complaining. If anything, you were moaning and begging for me, grinding this greedy cunt down on my thigh."

You flush a deep red, walls contracting and squeezing around Jeongin's length as you recall. Jeongin smirks, noticing how quiet and red you've gone. He feels smug, ego ballooning. To him, this is nothing more than just a game.

He cannot stand you. He doesn't necessarily hate you, he did and possibly still does love you but because of that, he hates himself for it. Everytime he looks at you, everything he once felt comes flooding back; that's why he cannot stand you.

He wants to be able to forget about you, forget the feeling of love he has, bury it deep in his brain alongside the bittersweet memories he has of you.

He hates himself for choosing that lifestyle and still sticking to it. He saw the pain on your face every time he returned home late. He heard your silent cries at night, you choking on air because you couldn't breathe. He wanted to comfort you; but he coward out, felt like he didn't have a right to comfort you when he is the one causing all the pain.

He couldn't stop though. He wanted to but he couldn't, he's in too deep. Partying 'til four am, being blackout drunk is easy for him because he doesn't feel. He forgets. Forgets about you, feelings, memories. It's wrong of him, but he needs to forget.

Soon, drinking himself into oblivion stopped working. Everytime he thought of you, his thoughts turned sexual. Masturation only works for a small while. He needed to feel you around him.

He felt like he didn't have a right to request an 'enemies with benefits' relationship. You haven't spoken since the break up, so requesting something like that out of the blue, seems absurd. What Jeongin didn't bank on was you actually agreeing to it.

Truthfully, you too, also couldn't stop thinking about him. No matter how badly he treated you, you couldn't help but crave for him. One would say, the relationship is toxic however, he's the best sex you've had in a while and despite everything hurtful he's said and done to you; you couldn't help but crave him.

"I hate you so much, Jeongin. I hope you know that." You grunt as he pulls out off you before flipping you on all fours.

"Shut up. You're annoying me with your empty words."

"Empty? Who says my words don't hold any meaning?" You both groan, Jeongin reinserting himself in your tight cunt as he holds onto your hips tightly.

"C'mon. If you truly hated me…fuck this pussy is too good… then you wouldn't have agreed to this relationship." You clench your jaw, looking down at the sheets below. He’s right.

Deep down, you don't hate him. Much like him, you want to but you can't. After the break up, you wanted him back more than anything in the world. You would’ve fought tooth and nail to have him back in your life, despite everything he has said and done, so when he offered you this bizarre relationship, you saw it as a blessing in disgust.

It’s a way of venting out your frustrations to him and vice versa. You’re both polar opposites. You'll never be able to fit perfectly together again, that part is dead and gone. The only chemisty that remainds is sexual. He knows what you like and you know what he likes. He hates to admit it, but he’s never felt anything as good as your mouth and pussy before. Is he addicted? Yes and you know it.

“How do you know what I'm thinking? Why do you know me so well?” You whisper, a sudden burning lump forming in the back of your throat. Jeongin slows down his thrusting, tears falling from your eyes onto the bed sheets with soft plops. “You're a parasite.”

“Excuse me?” Jeongin raises his brow.

“You heard me. You’re a fucking parasite Jeongin. You’re there, you’re always there, crawling around in my head, consuming my thoughts, my energy. Sucking the life out of me! I hate you so much you have no idea! After the way you treated me like im some fucking joke to you, i despise you. Yet, I need you to feel alive.”

Jeongin stops his movements, cock buried deep inside you as you sniff. You hastily wipe away your tears, heart shattering and feeling heavy. Jeongin bites his lip hard, hating that he is the cause of your pain.

"I'm sor–"

"Why did you stop?" You question, interrupting him. You look at him from over your shoulder, Jeongin blinking at you.

"You're upset." He whispers, stroking your waist out of habit.

"So? Since when did you care about my feelings? Plus, I don't recall telling you to stop."

"You're unbearable sometimes, y/n." Jeongin sighs, picking his tempo back up. You hum, closing your eyes as pleasure resume, blocking out your thoughts and feelings; feelings you don't want to feel anymore.

"But you come running back to me." You state, waiting for a cocky response. Silence. You scoff, tongue in cheek.

Jeongin grips you hips tightly, his cock stroking your walls in its usual delicious manner. Your body tingles with pleasure, mind slowly becoming foggy. Your focus shifts onto the pleasure, the dull ache in your lower back, the hands caressing your back.

It's blissful. You're able to forget, even just for a moment.

"Fuck, Jeongin. There…right there." You scream out as he hits your sweet spot. He grunts, continually assaulting that spot, making you see stars and feel weak.

A dumb smile plasters across your face, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your arms give up in supporting your weight. Your head flops down on the sheets softly, lips parted as drool spills.

"Pathetic. You're so fucking pathetic y/n." Jeongin sneers, tsking at you. All you could do is hum, his words ringing in your ear like white noise.

Jeongin pulls out off you, rolling you back onto your back before pushing himself back inside. He plants his hands by your head, leaning over you as he thrusts erratically, movements uncoordinated. His hips smack against yours, causing your body to jolt upwards from the sheer power.

You loosely hold onto his shoulder, looking up at him. Jeongin swallows, your dumb face making his hips stutter. Drool drying up on your cheeks, a pink tint lays across them. Hair sticking to your sweaty skin.

"Jeongin…. Good. You feel so good."

"You say that all the time, y/n." Jeongin sighs.

"But it's true. I hate you but gosh, I love your fucking cock. It feels so good, Jeongin. More. Give me more!"

"Shut up. Holy shit. You say you hate me yet you act like a fucking slut for me." He grabs your cheeks in his hand, squishing them together to form a pout. You giggle, toes curling as you're forced to look at him.

"What is it, mhm? Can't get any else to fuck your greedy hole as good as me? Addicted to my cock, princess?"

"Yes, yes! I'm addicted to your cock, Jeongin! No one can ever fuck me as good as you." You mewl, walls squeezing around Jeongin length. Jeongin grunts, sighing before letting go of your face.

"I hate you." Jeongin kneels up, grabbing your inner thighs. His fingers dig into your skin as he holds them wide apart, groaning as he watches his cock disappear inside you with each push

"I L-Love you. love you, I love you Jeongin." You whimper. Jeongin clenches his jaw, the muscles visible. He dips his head low, eyes squeezing shut as he listens to you repeat those three cursed words.

"Kiss." You weakly beg. "Want a kiss please."

Jeongin bites his lip, unsure of whether he should or not. He looks down at you, your lips in a pout ready and waiting. He couldn't help but think about how cute and adorable you look for him. He gives up, leaning down and kissing your lips.

The kiss is tender but sloppy. You cling onto him, not wanting to let go. You know that as soon as all this is over, you're back to your usual routine of thinking and feeling. Spending your nights craving, crying for the man you want.

You whimper in the kiss, legs wrapping around Jeongin's hips making it harder for him to keep up his powerful thrusts. He opted to bury his cock deep inside you, thrusting slowly. Your juices spill, coating his cock in a new layer of slick with each push back.

His body shivers, your walls wet and warm. Wet sounds of your soaked cunt echoing in the bedroom. Your desperate hums and pleads of "More" ringing in Jeongins ears, swimming around in his head.

Jeongin tries to pull away but you hold him close, lips inches apart. Jeongin looks at you, his eyes darting across your face taking in each detail. His heart swells with sadness.

He wants nothing more than to hold you tight, to turn back the clock to when times used to be good; but it's too late now. The damage is already done.

"Jeongin…" You whisper, tangling your fingers in his sweaty lock of hair.

"Mhm?"

"Don't leave me again." Jeongin bites his lip hard enough to draw blood.

"I never left you, you left me, remember?" Tears well in your eyes slowly, pooling and falling from the corners of your eyes.

"But you did leave me. You left me behind. You picked them over me."

"I'm sorry…"

"No you're not. You never apologize because your ego is too big."

"But I am." Jeongin whispers against your lips. "If I could turn back time, I would."

"You're so cruel." You laugh, sadness evident in your voice. Your face scrunches up, tears cascading down your face. "You're so f-fucking cruel."

"I know. I'm sorry." Jeongin's own cheeks grew wet with tears. He kisses your lips sweetly to help calm you down, the kiss filled with sorrow and what used to be. You loosen your legs around his waist allowing him to powerfully thrust into you.

This time, his thrusts are powerful but slow. They drive every moan and whimper from your body, making you shiver and crave more. Your ability to think disappears once again, your mind clouded with thoughts of Jeongin.

Your walls hold a tight grip around Jeongin, heat pooling to the pit of your stomach. You pant, head flopping from side to side as you drag your nails down Jeongin's back. He hisses, feeling his own orgasm approaching.

"Jeongin–" You groan, back arching into him as your orgasm washes over you in waves. Your body tingles, walls clamping down as your juices spill out. Your toes curl as you grip onto Jeongin. Jeongin holds you close to him, soothing you during your orgasm to bring you back down to reality.

His hips falter, cock twitching as his own orgasm washes over him. He cums deep inside, shallowly thrusting to ride out his high.

"More, I want more of you Jeongin." You whimper as he pulls out of you.

"No more."

"Why?!"

"Because you're not you. You're not thinking straight."

"That's the thing, I don't want to think!" You protest, sitting up. Jeongin sighs softly, stroking your cheek softly.

"I'm sorry, but no more darling." Jeongin walks to the bathroom, filling up the tub with some water. You bite your lip, hissing a little at the dull ache that's approaching between your legs, thighs and back.

Jeongin returns shortly after, picking you up bridal style and walking to the bathroom. He gently places you in the tub, the warm water soothing your aching muscles.

"Join me." You whisper, looking up at him.

"Not this time, darling." Jeongin smiles weakly. You nod, looking down at your reflection in the water. He disappears for a few seconds, returning with an ice cold bottle of water.

"Do you really hate me?" You whisper. Jeongin sighs softly, sitting on the edge of the bathtub

"No. I don't."

"Then why say it?" You look up at him, slowly coming back down to reality. Feelings you didn't want to feel slowly creeping their way back, making you feel sick to the stomach.

"Why do you say it to me?" Jeongin shot back. You sigh, sitting back in the bathtub, running your fingers through your damp hair.

"Because I hate how I feel when I'm with you. I hate how I remember everything when I don't want to anymore. I don't want to love you, but I can't get over you. Why'd you think I agreed to this stupid relationship?"

Jeongin nods in acknowledgement, looking down at the bathroom floor.

"I know, I'm sorry y/n, truly." You hum, feeling too exhausted to keep up the conversation. "Do you think we could go back to the way we used to be?" Jeongin asks carefully.

"Truthfully, no. The damage is already done, Jeongin. This relationship is too toxic and damaged. If it wasn't for sex, we'd be arguing right now."

"Then I guess the only way to keep you close to me, is to keep up with this relationship; no matter how bizarre it seems."

→ note: uh, i have no words. idk, i thought of this when i listened to the songs linked. did i have fun writing this? yes. did it make me sad and feel things? yes. anyways, enjoy! dont forget to reblog, interact and give feedback ‹3

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muldermuse · 1 year ago

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Halloween Party... or a cat nap (Fox Mulder X Reader)

Another fic for the Muldermuse October Writing Fest!

This started as something v different and finished as something dumb...i just <3333 cat dad Mulder- my heart is full

if u have fox mulder ideas send em through my lovesss <3

OK so you’re at a Halloween party with your friends maybe like a week before the 31st bc u know being an adult is difficult and no one is ever free at the same time and u need like 2-3 weeks to organise a single drink so you’re all like halloween drinks on the 27th!!!!

you’re not properly dressed up, you’re wearing a tight black dress with some fake blood covering your neck and some fake fangs. tbh with a make up wipe your entire spooky look would be gone but Fox thinks you’re the spookiest/sexiest thing he has ever seen (he nearly makes you late because he can’t stop kissing you goodbye)

He tells u if u can’t get a taxi to call him immediately and he’ll pick all ur friends up and drop them all home BUT u insist that you’ll be fine and then you’re out

Fox is left alone and whilst he’s definitely going to miss u, this week has been a lot and he is very much looking forward to lying on the sofa, with a beer, a blanket and a horror film on the TV. He hums to himself as he gets the living room ready, ensuring that everything he needs (extra snacks, his glasses and a blanket) are all within his grasp so he doesn’t have to leave his comfortable position again

He turns the TV on and as he is flicking through the channels he hears a small meow at his feet, he goes to look down and ur cat Boo is just staring at him. Sometimes Boo is so quiet and calm, u both forget u have a small feline housemate/child (and then she screams at 3am whilst sat on your chest)

Boo meows and tilts her head at Fox, “Mom is out tonight so it’s me and you. I’m planning on watching some movies and having a nap- do you wanna join?”

Boo meows again as Fox pats the space next to him, she looks at him blankly as he continues to pat the empty spot. “Boo c’mon you’re making me look like an idiot…and it’s only me and you here”. She meows quietly and turns around to wander around the house. “Okay...whatever” Fox says to himself, placing his glasses on his face as he turns the volume up on to watch The Exorcist.

***

Fox feels his head start to drop a few times, he is no longer paying attention to the film and he knows he’s about to fall asleep. He repositions himself to get comfortable and suddenly feels the weight of a cat on his stomach. “Oh, finally decided to join me?”. Boo chirps softly in response and curls into a ball on Fox.

Boo falls asleep before Fox and watching her small body rise and sink with her breathing makes it harder for him to not doze off. The small buzz of the beer in his veins, the twinkling fairy lights and the comfort of the sofa all become the perfect environment for an evening nap.

***

You’re not drunk, maybe a little bit tipsy but honestly you’re impressed at how sober you feel. You thank the taxi driver and get out of the car and practically run to your front door- sometimes you feel lame about how much you miss Fox but fuck it, love is beautiful and all that soppy stuff.

You can hear the TV playing softly in the background and the unmistakeable sound of Fox snoring in the front room. You smile as you kick your shoes off and pad slowly into the living room and there he is- what a sight.

He’s fast asleep with Boo in a tight ball on his chest. Fox’s snoring hasn’t disturbed your sometimes skittish cat and, as ever, she looks content when she is asleep on someone. You press a soft kiss to Fox’s forehead, feeling him begin to stretch as he opens his eyes “hi handsome, have a good sleep?”. As Fox starts to move, Boo looks at you and yawns, stretching her body and then jumping off Fox as if she had not just spent the past few hours dozing with him.

He hums and asks what time it is as he reaches to bring you to him, “come lie with me-please”.

“Let’s go to bed, c’mon Fox” He gives you his best puppy eyes and pushes out his bottom lip, you roll your eyes and side in next to him on the sofa. He wraps his arms around you and kisses your head softly, “did you have a good night?”

“Yeah it was okay, everyone looked very spooky” He laughs into your hair, “Did you and Boo have a good Halloween party?”

“I mean... it was less of party and more of a cat nap but it was still good"

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chronicwhorebatman · 2 years ago

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HEY BITCH do u think that dick ever takes on some of the brucie wayne playboy persona as bruce graduates into a dilf?? what’s dick’s public persona like to u?? the other batkids too if u wanna say

first of all bold of you to assume that dilf bruce would even slow the brucie

second of all: to some extent?

like, my hcs for dick are absolutely, he dates like. a lot of people. a lot. but he doesn’t do the casual sleeping around, exactly?

he dates a lot of people he already knows but he also dates a lot of people. also he has publicly twitter dated nightwing because i said so.

dick: omg bruce have you heard the rumours that batman’s your ex?

bruce: [scowling at the batcomputer]

dick: it’s a good thing! what better way to preserve your secret identity than to date yourself?

bruce: nice try. i don’t see you dating nightwing.

dick: wanna bet?

dick also doesn’t go the ‘drunk and dumb’ route! he cultivates a slightly more serious persona—the only good cop in bludhaven, determined to single handedly fix corruption—but still a fun and friendly one. kids love dick grayson! he’s unproblematic bi rep. everyone loves him. he’s the blorbo of gotham and bludhaven alike and they both have shared custody of him and are both mad at him.

there are wars. over who has more claim to dick grayson. dick very cheerfully tells both cities he loves them and they smile prettily whilst he’s there then get into a “he’s mine!!” catfight like nine year olds over harry styles.

#dick grayson #nightwing #robin #dc #batman #trixie’s dick headcanons #trixie’s headcanons #trixie’s character headcanons

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hollywoodsargeant · 11 months ago

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omg miamis the writer of hit fic boyish is alive??? im barely through chapter 12 but want to say you’ve perfectly encapsulated the build up to coming out experience as a gay man myself (only thing is im still in the closest soooo. hoping though that i won’t do a logan and come out whilst drunk)

yes!! i am alive!! and thank you!! i’ve been trying to write both from my own experience and from what i know from other people — i will say (and idk if i’ve mentioned this before i can’t remember) i gave ben my literal coming out story lol it’s really dumb but. funny. shoutout ben (even if he blocked oscar on instagram)

and i would not recommend coming out drunk logan is an idiot for that one… BUT for the record that scene was originally different aka originally logan also came out to kyle that night at the party by making some nonsense claim about wanting to fuck oscar. i still have it somewhere on an old doc bc i wrote it fivever ago but in the writing process i changed it so logan came out to kyle a lot earlier (it felt important). which also means i have an earlier version of the scene where kyle is arguing with logan about not letting mia wear his football jersey to the first home game where kyle doesn’t know logan and oscar have kissed… shoutout to my like 50k word og boyish doc there are still scenes on there i haven’t posted yet

#ask #this answer got really rambly and off topic #my bad #boyish.miamis

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jaylikesrainbowtigers · 2 years ago

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Merlin Head Canons

But it’s my rewrite.

Arthur figures out that Merlin has magic before he tells him. Because Arthur is dumb but nobody, N O B O D Y, could miss Merlin using magic every 5 seconds especially when they are around each other all the time.

Arthur legalising magic after Uther’s death because of Merlin.

Merlin being like heyyyy, I thought you hated magic. Arthur says well I don’t hate you. Merlin - What? Arthur - What?

Angst occurs, they get over it.

Merlin makes flower crowns for the knights (+ Gwen)

Arthur “hates” them but will “forget” to take it off on the ride back to Camelot.

Gwaine bakes really good bread. Only whilst drunk though.

Leon (very long suffering) likes jewellery. Like shiny things, like a magpie. Can we give him the nice things?

Gwen has forged Morgana jewellery before (and also Leon like once).

Morgana loves when she receives flowers (especially from Gwen).

Arthur is little spoon who insist he is a knife. (Unless Merlin needs comfort then he is big spoon).

Gaius at this point has to be drunk by 11am or he can’t deal with everything in Camelot.

Lance (my sweet baby) loves sweet things. Lots of sweets for him.

The knights song from Horrible Histories is the living definition of the knights of Camelot. If you haven’t seen Horrible Histories please look it up and watch it. Go from the start. If you are British and haven’t watched it you are lying. All British kids grew up on it.

#bbc merlin #bbc merthur #merlin emrys #arthur pendragon #bbc gwen #bbc morgana #bbc gwaine #bbc lancelot #bbc uther #merlin

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sunnysunnyrose · 3 years ago

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trevor philips headcanons

trevor philips x fem!reader headcanons

(might make this into a full on fic with multiple parts? im sorry its so detailed lol i got carried away, i love trevor)

a lil backstory; it was always you, michael and trevor against the world. committing crimes, losing police and doing crazy heists, all the money you could ever want.

you were the youngest of the three, only just being twenty when you were all together, living this extreme lifestyle.

but that last heist where you lost michael [or so u think ;)] whilst you were bleeding out to death made you realise it wasn’t worth it anymore. you managed to make a great escape with trevor.

trevor had to be the one to look after you, which he did and the two of you tried to move past everything. at least you had each other to help grieve michael.

fast forward to now

you live next door to trevor in your own trailer (of course yours is actually nice and homey and comfortable and clean) and you work part time in the liquor store down the road so you have an actual reliable income

its just you, trevor, wade and ron sorta against the world (mostly you and trevor)

that man is hella protective of you; he will kill literally anything that hurts you in the slightest

you argue sometimes because trevor doesn't think before he speaks and accidentally says stupid dumb stuff that hurts you and then is like ????? why u upset woman

and trevor never really says sorry (unless sarcastically) so he just waits for you to talk to him again or go up to your trailer and keep bothering you and yelling till you tell him to stop

he calls you pet names a lot

he likes to call you sugar tits cause he knows it annoys you :)

will often refer to you as ‘my girl’

“there's my favourite girl”

“be a good girl for me y/n-”

in your bedroom, just above your bed you have a couple photos of you and michael, you and trevor and one with all three of you from, all from your younger days

and a couple other little things like torn pieces of paper with writing on it from trevor (i mean it's a smiley face but it still counts) or a very old one from michael from years ago

a few months back you had a framed picture of you, trevor and michael which brad had taken years ago and it sat on your counter by your kitchen

and trevor, ron and wade were at your trailer all drunk and high (them not you)

and trevor was drunk and angry about something you couldn't remember and then he saw the photo on the side in a fit of drunken rage he shoved everything on the floor with a loud smash and loud groan and walked out the trailer

tears welled your vision and wade and ron watched as you slowly walked to the smashed photo in between all the other broken things scattered on the floor and sat on your knees

“I-i-i sure he d-didn mean it y/n!” you remember ron said to you and you didn't respond so the two guys took it as a cue to leave.

that was the longest you ever went without speaking to trevor, almost 2 weeks.

one morning you found a tacky gift bag outside your door and inside was a photo frame, obviously from the store down the road but it made you smile slightly, you knew who it was from.

trevor also has another nickname for you, ‘beautiful’ he uses it playfully, in conversation, sort of wherever

It would be a lie if i said that trevor and you have never kissed. because you have a lot, you still do sometimes (mostly when drinking).

oh and you and trevor has slept together, more than once. maybe a few times a month, once a week - who knows??????

trevor still gets a little jealous whenever you mention michael cause there was a time where you and michael slept together and michael obviously had a thing for you but he’s dead and has been for a long time but its just trevor y’know. man can hold a grudge.

your relationship dynamic is confusing because you don't see each other as going out but you're obviously in love with one another but you’ve just never have had that conversation and you probably won't.

as much of an asshole he is, he’s your best friend and you wouldn't have anyone without him.

#trevor philips #trevor philips x reader #michael de santa x reader #gta v x reader #gta v #michael de santa

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jameui · 3 years ago

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SPECIAL PRESENT 1

Requested

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

PAIRING: Sugar Daddy!Jung Yunoh x College Student!M!Reader (featuring: Bestfriend!Lee Jeno)

GENRE: Fluff, Smut

WARNINGS: Unprotected intercourse, huge age gap, a lot of IMPORTANT flashbacks (i think), daddy kink, sex toys, overstimulation

SUMMARY: You were a striving student in Resonance High and had perfect records. Besides your devotion to your education, you were also gifted with a talent. All these stuffs making your sugar daddy, Jaehyun, proud of you, so he decided to give you a night you won't forget.

(P.S. so i was fucking dumb to actually think that when you said performance, you meant by performing on a stage, when you actually meant, how male reader actually did good in school. I was too late to notice. sorry. if this didn't reach your expectations.

The school's foundation day is fast approaching and each student at Resonance High are all excited preparing for that certain day. During the school's foundation day, events such as competition in sports and performances like singing and dancing or spoken poetry. All sorts of event takes place in that particular, not only a day, but a week, that every students can take part in.

The school's foundation day does not only happen after a day. It's a week of celebration for the foundation and, of course, free from homeworks and projects that students have to worry about. All their focus must be on having fun on those days and be active in participation. Some students never liked the thought about celebrating a foundation day, but you on the other hand, thought otherwise as it's your first time celebrating it with a friend, since you never really get to do it with any due to you practically being locked up in your house for almost all years of your life.

Now, you were away from your family and you got to finally do anything you wanted. For example, having a sugar daddy who gave you all the help you needed. Sure, at first, you were just doing it out of mere fun, but you never quite expected to actually grow feelings for the older male. You didn't know when it started, but the first time you ever felt the fluttering of butterflies in your stomach was when he became worried and concerned when you got sick after a very excessive practice, the day prior. You wanted to tell him so, so bad, but you didn't know how to.

You were scared that maybe you were crossing the line or coming off too strong or maybe he'd walk away if you broke the agreement. It first started with just you only being up for it because of the agreement. Though, you never really went as far as you giving him a good blow or having a steamy bath with him. Either way, he was still someone you could trust and the only person you could rant about all your problems. The thought of losing all these scared you the most.

Unlike some other people, Jaehyun was smart and was a successful businessman, owning one of the richest companies in the industry. Jaehyun, when he's not busy, he'd help you out with your math homeworks or would just do it for you, since he found it fun and easy. Sometimes, you think he's Einstein, reincarnated.

Jaehyun, besides his brains, is also fun to be with. He knows about your passion and talent for singing and dancing and your once dream to be an artist, so he would sometimes play loud music in the living room through the speakers and you two would be singing along, him making up lyrics when he have no idea what the song artist's saying in their song. He'd sometimes call them drunk, because they sounded like they were slurring their words, which you would always laugh to. Also, he'd let you teach him a few dance steps you saw on tiktok and you'd record it together, only for the fun of both of you.

You were seated by your section's booth and couldn't help, but crack a smile from the thought. That was until one of your classmates decided to cut the moment. "What's with the smile?" Jeno, one of your friends, questioned with a smirk whilst carrying a case of bottled apple juice, placing it beside the stand of the booth.

"Here to tease me, again?" You scoffed at him, as he shrugged his shoulders. You rolled your eyes at him and stood up from your seat before heading to the school's gate where the rest of the important necessitated items are waiting. You skipped along the way and stopped by the pick up truck that was parked at the parking lot. "Anything I can help with?" You asked with a smile.

"Here's the last of 'em." He gave you two cases of the bottled drinks, one stacked above the other making you grunt.

"This is heavy." You muttered under your breathe, your thin hands barely holding onto the handles. "Th-thanks." You told them your feet wobbling from the heavy weight of the trays.

Jeno who came walking back outside saw you struggling, making him chuckle deciding to help you. "Need help with that?"

"Yes, please." You said before passing the trays to Jeno carefully, so it doesn't topple over. "Thanks." You smiled at him, cracking your knuckles and shaking it to reduce the pain you felt on your hands.

"Welcome." He said, then walking back to the booth, with you beside him. "Ah, M/n. By the way, are you attending the practice this afternoon?"

"Yeah. Of course. Why do you ask?" You chuckled, kicking on a pebble that came your way.

"Oh, I just thought you'd be busy sucking your daddy's—"

"JENO!" You yelled at him with an evident blush on your face cutting him off to avoid anyone hearing what Jeno had to say. It's always been like this. Since the day you told him about having a sugar daddy, he'd always tease you no matter where you are or what you're doing. He'd always use your excuses against you and now, you're regretting ever telling him.

"Okay, okay. Damn." He laughed at your reaction, you staring daggers at him.

Just as you were about to spat back at him, you heard a group of girls' voices calling out to you. "M/n! M/n! M/n!" They were successful in gaining your attention, while they smiled running up towards you. "M/n! You didn't tell us you have a handsome brother..." One of them said, while batting their lashes.

You knitted your brows in confusion. "I have?" You asked the girls, who looked like they knew better and nodded their heads. First of all, you don't have a brother, but you have three sister, two are older and one is younger. Second, you don't even know who these girls were and yet, they mysteriously knew your name and who you were. "Wait, who are you talking—"

"M/n-ah." You heard that sweet raspy voice of the man you loved, your head snapping towards him who stood by the side of your booth. You guessed he was on his break, since he was still in his suit and it was already past twelve in the afternoon.

"Jaehyun!" You giggled as you ran to him, all the while opening his arms for you to throw yourself in. You gladly complied and wrapped your arms around him, the lot older male doing the same as he hung his long arms on your waist. You snuggled into his chest before you looked up at him to see him already looking down at you with a smile that displayed his deeply carved dimples. "What are you doing here? Aren't you busy?" He made you giggle when he patted your head and planted a kiss on your forehead.

"I wanted to see my baby." Jaehyun replied, then pouting. "I've been so tired lately."

You furrowed your brows in concern and hugged him tighter. "Can't you take a three days off?"

"I want to, but I got to keep the company running if I don't want it to fail." He answered you, making you nod your head.

Once the girls saw these, they quickly felt embarrassed and walked off without making a sound, Jeno laughing at them.

"Then, why don't I treat you to something sweet? How's that?" You wanted to do something for the older and this was the only thing you could ever think of.

The pout was still glued to his face when he looked back down at you. "Angel, we agreed that I would do the treating."

"Well, you're the one who needs my help, right now, so I want to do something for you, other than..." You cleared your throat and mumbled, "...the other things I do for you."

Jaehyun chuckled, as he finally gave in to your offer while he ruffled your hair. "Alright."

You pulled away from him once he had loosened his grip from around your waist. You took him by the wrist and told Jeno that you'd be somewhere else, leaving Jeno with the rest of the responsibilities, promising him to make up to it.

You were leading Jaehyun to the canteen, before he gently pulled on your hand. You turned your head towards him, your eyes moving down to where he held you. You chuckled and smiled. "What's wrong?"

"Can... I hold your hand, M/n?" The question took you aback, only since he never really asks those type of questions. Ones he only asks are some that goes by the line 'can you suck my dick?' or of some sort.

"Sure." You managed to smile from the obvious shock that got Jaehyun a little red. "You didn't even have to ask." You added to which he nodded to shyly. It would be times like this when you would forget that he is a good thirty years old because of his cute personality.

You two finally made it to the canteen, the taller male receiving a lot of stares from all those present inside. Jaehyun was yet to spot the attention he was gaining, but you were already feeling iffy even though you knew that those heart eyes were for Jaehyun. But, you couldn't help the feeling that those eyes didn't like you being around Jaehyun. "J-Jaehyun..." You squeaked out silently, tugging on the sleeve of his suit, taking his attention whilst smiling down at you. His smile faltered upon noticing how you looked subtly shaken and cowered in fear. "I.. I think we should leave."

"Baby, what's wrong? You look so tense." Jaehyun asked you out of pure concern, cupping your cheeks as he gently tilted your head upwards, so you could face him, but you removed his hands from your cheeks that got him almost shocked since you'd never really let yourself move away from his grasp, instead you would usually just lean into his touch and let yourself succumb to the warmth he was radiating, but this. This was different and he knew exactly that something was bothering you.

"Can we go, please?" You sounded like you were begging for you two to quickly move outside, leaving Jaehyun with no choice, but to nod his head and let you drag him out of the place. Alas, you were outside, but he never received even a word from you nor a hum, a sigh, nothing. Just complete silence.

He grew more worried thinking that he might have done something that he shouldn't have or said something that made you feel so uncomfortable. He was getting anxious as you continued to keep your mouth closed and never said a word. "Baby, you know you can trust me, right?" Jaehyun caressed your thumb in a comforting manner, his eyes showing how much he truly cared for you and how genuinely worried he was. He was scared that he might have done something wrong to you.

He himself never knew how it got to this. At first, just like you, he had only intended to find some fun in the relationship you both had and not actually grow some feelings towards you, but the first time he ever met you, all he ever had thought in his head was to protect you at all cost and give you everything you wanted, spoil you with all his money and riches, give you forehead kisses and pleasure that can make you see stars. Since the start, he only thought of this as something platonic and that it was a part of the agreement you both had consent on, but as you two got to spend more time together, he always felt something blossom inside of him. He always looked forward to every day, mainly because he had you to wake up to. His usual stoic expression, completely turned into those that said 'sunshine' all spread out on his face. That's when he completely knew, it was not only the benefits he was up for, anymore. It was you and his love for you.

He was just your usual workaholic man, who had nothing in his head rather than work, work, and work. Not until the day he bumped into you on that one faithful day, when you were so drained from all the studying you had to do and decided to buy coffee. You were so intimidated by his face that he got you cowering in fear when you turned to look up at him. The only courage you could muster was so small that you were only able to give him a polite bow before you entered the coffee shop to buy your favorite cappuccino coffee.

He was so intrigued by you that the next day, during that same time, he waited for you in that same exact location, but you never showed up. Until later. You were so shocked from the sight of him. You feared he'd beat you into a pulp, so you hid your face with your hand, hoping he didn't see you, but luck wasn't on your side that day and decided to let Jaehyun notice your presence.

"Hey, I—"

"Sorry, sir. I'm quite busy, right now." You immediately cut him off and got inside the shop, Jaehyun following suit. Your eyes made its way back towards the older who was following behind you closely. You stopped in your tracks and turned around to look at him, retracting his body from looking through your shoulders, throughout the whole time smiling down at you with his dimples showing. "Excuse me, sir, but do I owe you with something?"

Jaehyun pursed his lips, thinking before smirking and leaning closer to your face, with you, all the while, pulling your head back. "Yes." He answered you with his hands shoved confidently inside his pants.

Your gaze averted from his mesmerizing eyes to the table that supported you and kept you from falling. You gulped and felt your lips go dry. "D-do you need money? I don't have much, but will 7,000 won be enough?" You fondled through your pockets and took out your wallet.

"What? No, no." He chuckled, one hand taken out from his pockets and scratching his eyebrows while he sighed. "I have an offer."

Your brows were pulled together looking up at him, curious. "What is it?"

"Give me your number and I'll tell you over the phone."

And that's how it all started. Of course, he told you about lying that you owed him something, either way you were thanking the God above that he created you as gullible as ever.

As of the moment, Jaehyun could only feel his nervousness rise as he continued to stare at your back. "M/n, please say something. You're making me feel so worried."

"Jaehyun..." You finally stopped walking and spoke, before throwing yourself into him, the impact suddenly taking all the air inside Jaehyun's lungs away. "Don't leave me... please." You pleaded, your arms around him going tighter.

Jaehyun softened and felt himself get blanketed over with relief. He raised his hand to put it on top of your head and caressed them softly and soothingly. "I won't, M/n. I promise you."

In the end, Jaehyun was the one who treated you with something to eat. You were sat at a bench near your class' booth, Jaehyun next to you, while you swayed your feet back and forth. "Hyunnie." You called out to him with a new nickname you came up with, Jaehyun choking on his burger letting out a few coughs while you patted his back, laughing. "How the hell do you eat a burger that it got you choking on it?"

His coughing finally stopped and looked at you with a surprised face. "The nickname. You never called me that before."

You pouted in reply and blushed in embarrassment. "Do you.. not like it?"

"No, of course not." He was quick to shake his head, then cleared his throat, looking away. "It's cute."

You were able to see the pink tint painting his cheeks that you always found cute, since it's a very rare sight to see. Teasingly, you peeked over and was able to confirm that he was, in fact, blushing from just the nickname you created. "Oh my gosh, you're blushing." You cooed and immediately, Jaehyun scoffed, facing you to land a small kiss on your lips that got you widening your eyes and wiping away the mocking smile you had on your face. Your fingers made its way up towards your lips, unable to speak.

"Now, tell me who's blushing." Jaehyun smirked.

You glared at him, but instead of feeling intimidated, he found it cute. "I'm just surprised, since you never really like to, er, kiss me on the lips." You whispered the last part, loud enough for only you and him to hear.

You two were so happy in each other's company, that you both forgot that Jaehyun had somewhere else to be. That being his work. He wouldn't have noticed the time passing, if it wasn't for the alarm he had set, knowing he'd lose track of time when he's around you.

You walked him to his car and saw him off, waving your hand at him, not leaving until he was finally out of sight. You put your hands back down and sighed happily, walking back towards where you should be: at the booth where you should be finishing the preparation.

"So, how was the quick date?" Jeno asked you with a smirk, the sleeves of his shirt pushed back inside the hole that connected it to the shirt, showing his perfectly built muscles.

"It was great! Save for the part where I received death glares at the canteen. That felt terrible." You shuddered at the thought, but smiled again. "That aside, it was great."

"Your schedule didn't change? Are there still room for practice later?" Jeno asked you for the nth time that day. He's been asking you since you entered the classroom.

"It didn't, Jeno. Why are you so eager with me being present in the practice?" You chuckled at him, deciding to help him pack the treat bags you will give out to your customers.

"I just can't be left alone there with people I don't know. I'm an awkward person." Jeno told you.

"Jeno. You're literally known by all the students here and you're scared because they're strangers to you? I bet they all even want to be friends with you." You said, but Jeno just shook his head, his hair moving along with him.

"No, M/n. You must and need to attend the practice, either way." Jeno demanded of you.

You rolled your eyes at him and sighed deeply through your nose in defeat. "Fine, fine." Jeno's eye smile appeared and let out a small 'yes' making you chuckle.

"Hey, M/n." A voice started from outside the booth and saw a girl with her arms crossed, looking down at you whilst you seated at the ground. You looked up at her, but she didn't look friendly. She looked angry than friendly.

Your eyes flickered toward Jeno, then back to the girl and smiled. "Yeah?"

"Don't give me that smile, you whore." She spat at you, all of a sudden.

Your eyes closed shut, your mouth wide open and your forefinger raised up while you pushed it towards her way and scoffing. Your eyelids tore open and you smirked at the girl. "Excuse me? Whore? Who you calling a whore?"

"Listen, midget—"

"No, you listen here, Barbie." You said, a mocking tone with the last word. "You full on plastic, bitch. Get away from my sight. You look like a parasite."

The girl gasped in shock and opted to pull on your hair, but Jeno held her by her wrist and angrily stared at her. "You heard him. Get away. I'm not afraid to punch a person, even a girl, if they're purpose was to mistreat and shame on an innocent person." Jeno threw her hand away like it was trash, sending the girl from moving two steps back before stomping her foot and turning on her heels to walk away.

You could still see Jeno glaring at the girl while you looked at him in shock. "Wow, wow. Look at you."

"Sh. I'm not done yet." Jeno hushed you, before he continued his work. "You were saying?"

"Nothing. Was just shocked you told that girl off. I could have handled myself just fine, but thanks to you, I'm saved from causing a ruckus." You said, Jeno huffing through the nose.

"Seriously, you." He sighed pinching the bridge of his nose and knitted his brows. "Stop making the problem bigger."

"No way. I need to put up a fight. If I don't, they'd see me as someone weak." You defended yourself.

"And you can't even handle death glares that's being sent towards you?"

You were about to speak and fight back, but he was right. "That's... that's a different matter."

"Sure, it isn't, M/n." He said rolling his eyes.

Later that afternoon, past 5 p.m., you and Jeno excused yourselves from the class, since you have a dance practice for your performance on the opening of the foundation day. Out of habit, you skipped beside Jeno who was happy that you got to attend the practice today. Again.

You never really liked the person who choreographed the whole song. It was under a genre you thought you could never pull off or fit in, so your confidence was at a very low level. During practices, though, you try your best not to make it obvious that you were uncomfortable for that certain concept, but you still had to be seen making a lot of mistakes, some of the other students who joined clearly agitated. You could only bow and bow and bow at the mistake you knew you clearly had done, feeling guilty for the reason why always had to start again from the top. The reason why you never really got along well with these students.

You have arrived at the practice room, taking quiet steps as you both entered the venue trying your best not to make a sound. The intense gazes you received from the other students didn't come unnoticed by you, the reason why you pulled your knees closer to your chest as you buried your face in it. Clearly, they were enjoying those two few days you were absent, since they got to finish practice early and with no interruption nor mistakes. But, now that you're around, they knew exactly what awaited them.

Jeno saw you curled up into a ball and eyes making its way up to the students who looked so angry with you making him frown. "M/n. Don't mind them. You're actually doing even greater than them." He tried to cheer you up, so you acknowledged it with a smile.

"Thanks, Jeno. But, I don't think that will change the fact that my uneasiness with the dance is the reason why we have to start over and over again." You sighed and placed your head back down on your knees, Jeno drawing circles on your back.

A moment later, the mentor came walking in, displeased to see you present. "Oh, welcome back... M/n." He stated before you could hear those loud snickers coming from the students. You and Jeno were the first ones to stand in position, the others following suit. The mentor's face lit up with an idea on his mind. "Can everyone please take a seat for a couple of minutes?" He smiled, then looking at you. "Except for you, L/n."

Jeno's eyes fell upon you, a worried look on his face, mouthing 'I'll be fine' to reassure him as he sat back down along with the other students until it was only you and the mentor left standing. "You think telling your 'boyfriend' about me would scare me?" He mocked you with your head still hung low. "You have to try better than that." He smirked, pulling a chair to seat on it. His legs were on either side of the chair, so his chest was pressed upon the back rest of the chair to face you. "Start."

You were startled by the sudden order and went into position, but you only started fidgeting out of fear. "Where... I.. sir.. Do I stand—"

"L/n!" He yelled at you, making you jump from the sudden raise of his voice. You knew telling Jaehyun was a bad idea. "Fix yourself, will you? The performance is due tomorrow and you're such a mess." The misery you were caged in were the happiness of the students as they started to giggle, your fist clenching hard until your knuckles turned white.

The music started, but you were still nowhere from moving your body. You just stood there, head hanging low while gnashing your teeth. You weren't angry at the mentor. You were angry at yourself. You were angry that you couldn't do any better. You practiced the dance so hard, yet it were still so far from perfecting it. You just wished some kind of spirit would possess you and lead your body.

The whole place started to laugh at you as they watched you shamelessly froze on your position. You felt a small jab on your ribs that made you open your clenched fists and saw Jeno standing right beside you with a grin on his face, your expression softening as he started to lead the dance. Slowly, you felt your own body move to the beat and rhythm of the song, being at the same flow with Jeno. The students only watched while the song ended.

A slow clap from your mentor was heard, a smile plastered on his face. "Way to impress me you two, huh?" He stood from the chair and waisted his arms. "L/n." His eyes moved to you, expecting yet another scolding. "I'm proud of you. Keep up that confidence and I just know you'll do great." You felt a smile creeping its way up to your face, before the mentor closed in on you and ruffled your hair. "Alright, everyone. From the top."

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The practice ended at exactly eight o' clock in the evening and you were already feeling drained, your sweat soaked shirt sticking to your body. Your forehead glistened with sweat, that ran down to the side of your cheeks. You panted heavily and flopped your body down on the polished floor.

Why that late you ask? Well, you and Jeno decided to stay for a few hours to polish the dance, him pointing out your mistakes and going back to the steps to correct you. You were grateful Jeno was a very patient guy, so whenever you made a mistake or wasn't executing the dance properly, he'd just chuckle and help you with your 'cute mistakes', at least that's what he called it.

"Finally..." You panted, Jeno settling himself beside you, his limbs sprawled all over the floor. "Done."

"You did so great, M/n! I knew you could pull this off." Jeno gave you a compliment that made you giggle, a hand on your chest to catch your breathe.

"And it was all thanks to you." You told him.

Jeno shook his head. "Ey. The only thing I did was help your body to loosen up."

"Exactly." The cute noises coming out of your mouth once more. "Do you think we should practice more?" You asked the older who moved his head to look at you.

"Still up for one more?" He smiled knowingly at you, while you nodded at him. You both stood up from where you both lied and you went to your position with Jeno moving to the speakers to play the song for the last time.

The minute you both finished, you were so exhausted that your knees couldn't hold themselves up anymore and you fell to the ground, groaning. You were panting heavily, starting to even your breathing at the same time laughing proudly at yourself for how well you've done. "When I get home, I'm gonna take a shower and then, throw myself on the bed and sleep."

Jeno could only laugh and you two were left with half an hour talking about all the things in life. You listened to him rant about how the mentor was being more harsh on you than the other students, but you only shook the topic off telling him that it no longer mattered and that he should already move on. You had also thanked him for helping you, during that time when you had to do the dance routine all by yourself. You really didn't know what else to do than to just stand there and sulk.

A few minutes later, both of you were now starting to pack, Jeno having to make a quick visit to the restroom, leaving you all alone inside the studio. You were changing into a dry shirt, when the voice of the janitress from behind the window made your body go tense as you jumped and turned towards her. "Oh, fuck." You sighed out in relief, holding your hand close to your chest. "You scared me, ma'am."

Her eyes turned into those that looked like crescents and smiled. "My bad. Probably shouldn't have passed by unannounced." She nodded and proceeded to mop the hallway floor.

You were about to ask her about a certain matter that was troubling you, but when you lifted your head to face the woman, she was not there anymore. "Uh.. probably left for something." You shrugged it off and went back to scrolling through your feeds, the certain feeling of being watched sending chills down your spine. The silence was so deafening that you started to whistle to a song you were currently into, just to help calm the unnerving feeling. You started to feel all the hair on your body stand on its end when a very harsh opening of the door sent you off flying, then to the ground your heart beating so fast. "Shit!"

Jeno was obviously confused why you got so scared by him just pushing the door open, but he was also laughing at your state which made you glare at him. He helped you stand back up to your feet, as you dusted your pants from any invisible dirt. "What the hell happened to you?"

"You scared the shits out of me. That's what happened." You scoffed at him, hitching your back higher onto your shoulders. "Let's go." You two vacated the room, making sure to lock it, but you told Jeno not to since the janitress was still yet to finish cleaning, but Jeno was greatly puzzled at what you had said.

"What in the world are you talking about?" Jeno laughed lightly before proceeding to lock the door and hung an arm around your shoulder.

"I saw her through the window." You added.

Jeno shook his head in disbelief and didn't fall for your trick to scare him off. "First, the school does not hire a janitress or a janitor, since they have working students. Second, so the dance major students don't get distracted, the window inside the room is tinted, so you basically don't see anything outside."

You felt your heart sink at the revelation as you felt all your blood get drained. "Are you... s-sure?"

"Yeah." Jeno answered your question. You slowly turned your head back towards the room, the windows and saw a black figure waving their hands at you that made you sprinting off to the entrance, leaving a dumbfounded Jeno as he followed behind you. "What the hell, M/n?"

"Shut... up! You were not the one left inside the dance room, so you wouldn't know how much I'm fucking scared, right—"

"M/n!"

"FUCK!" You screamed on the top of your lungs, stomping your foot and punching the air for no apparent reason. "Jaehyun, you... nevermind. Just take me home, please. I think I'm already fucking wasted." Jaehyun, who was on his casual attire, approached you and placed a kiss on top of your head.

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Secret’s Out || Oliver Wood

Character: Oliver Wood

Word Count: 3.2k

Requested: Yes @jensenslight

Summary: After a few drinks too many at a party, you end up drunkenly confessing your feelings to Oliver Wood.

Warnings: Underage drinking, mentions of sex, swearing

Disclaimer: I did not make this gif, credit to the creative person who did

A/N: Holy crap, 9 freakin pages. I never expected it to get that long but it was honestly so much to fun write. Let me know what you think, your comments always make my day and keep me encouraged to continue writing <3

Please do not copy or steal my work. Reblogs are just fine :)

You laughed loudly with your friends, pushing through the crowd of students after the quidditch match. Thousands of footsteps thundered down the stairs of the stadium, the air filled with shouts of excitement and frustrated groans at the results of the game.

Gryfindor had won 230-110, crushing Slytherin and deflating their heads after the way they had pummeled the red and gold the year before. You stepped out of the stadium and almost instantly deviated away from where the rest of the mob was moving towards Hogwarts. Instead, you made your way towards the locker rooms, waiting for your friends Alicia and Angelina to come out.

The locker room opened with a bang and you instantly stepped forward, ready to congratulate the girls, but instead found yourself face to face with Oliver Wood.

He took a step back in surprise. “Hey, Y/N,” he said, sending you a small smile. “Waiting for Spinnet and Johnson?”

Involuntarily your heart raced and your cheeks burned red. “Uh hi,” you replied back awkwardly, “and uh yes, y-yes I am.”

You wanted to slap yourself. Why did you always have to clam up around him? Why couldn’t you just speak like a normal person?

Oliver shot you an odd look, his brows furrowing in concern.

“Game good- I-I mean good game,” you quickly stuttered, your cheeks only darkening more. “You played well.”

His mouth quirked up in a smile. “Thanks,” he said, a slight spark of amusement in his eyes. “You going to the party later?”

You nodded, deciding that it would be safest if you didn’t speak around him.

Whenever Gryfindor won there was almost always a wild party in the common room to follow. But the ones after Slytherin were always the biggest, loudest, and had the most alcohol. With your best friends being on the team, you never missed out on the after parties.

“Well I’m going to head up and shower,” Oliver said, running a hand through his hair.

You tried to keep yourself composed but couldn’t help but stare gawkingly at the way his muscles tightened against his shirt, which was slightly damp and see through with sweat. Oh how you wished you could be the one running your fingers through his air, kissing the lips that were turned up in a slight smile. You wanted him so bad, yet he could never know. You could never tell him the secret that you had been in love with him for the past three years. Only Alicia and Angelina could ever know that.

“I’ll see you later then Y/N,” Oliver said with a slight wave, before turning and heading up towards the castle, leaving you flustered, red faced, and heart racing, leaning beside the locker room door.

You watched him go, so drawn up in your fantasies and daydreams that you didn’t notice the locker room door open once more with Alicia and Angelina loudly stepping out. They on the other hand noticed you instantly, shooting each other a knowing look when they saw the direction in which you were staring.

“Did you two have a nice chat?” Angelina asked, causing you to jump violently.

“Merlin Ang, you scared me,” you said, placing a hand over your racing heart. “I didn’t even notice you two come out.”

Alicia threw a look in the direction Oliver had gone. “I wonder why,” she teased.

“Oh him?” you asked, a bad attempt to feign disinterest.

“Don’t play dumb, Y/N,” Angelina said, rolling her eyes. “Your face looks like a tomato and when we came out you were all but drooling over him.”

“I was not!” You defended.

Alicia raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, fine, maybe just a little,” you conceded.

“Or a lot,” Alicia muttered, laughing loudly as she dodged your shove.

“Shut up Spinnet,” you grumbled, knowing she never would.

“If you would just get the guts to talk to him…” Angelina tried.

“You know I can’t do that, Ang,” you said, the three of you beginning to walk back towards the castle. “I clam up and can barely form words when I’m around him.”

“We know,” they both said, having had to jump in for you and talk their way out of many awkward conversations with Oliver.

“Then you know why I can’t talk to him,” you said in exasperation.

“But what if he likes you back?” Alicia asked, “you’ll never know if you don’t woman up and speak with him.”

“Alicia,” you said pointedly, “he only ever sees me when I’m stuttering, red faced, and can barely form a sentence.”

She shrugged. “True, but stranger things have happened.”

Oliver stepped into the common room a half hour later to loud cheers and music. It seemed the entire school was there, somehow managing to fit into the small space.

Lights were flashing, music was pounding, and Oliver really hoped the quieting charms they had but on the walls of the room were working or they were sure to be busted.

Someone ran by him and he stretched out his arm to block them. He looked down at the third year, her hand clenching a red solo cup filled with whatever crazy alcohol concoction Fred and George had whipped up.

“I think you're a bit under aged,” Oliver said, plucking the drink from her hand.

Her eyes narrowed. “So are you,” she snapped back.

Oliver gave a slight nod of agreement. “Excellent point, but that sign over there says fifth years and above, and last I checked you don’t seem to reach those requirements.”

“Well I don’t give a fuck,” she spat, stamping her foot.

“That doesn’t mean anything,” he sighed. “Head on up stairs before a prefect finds you. In a couple of years you can make your own rules.”

She sent him a rather rude gesture, before storming up the stairs. Oliver didn’t doubt she would try to sneak back down in a few minutes.

Angelina raised her eyebrows as a girl angrily shoved past her on the stairs. She looked out, noting Oliver standing there, rubbing his forehead with a sigh.

“Ruining the fun for someone already, Wood?” Angelina asked, plucking the drink from his hand and taking a sip.

Oliver turned, noting you and Alicia were a few steps behind her.

“It was a third year,” he said in exasperation.

Angelina raised an eyebrow. “You let us in back then.”

“Because you were on the team,” Oliver argued, “and like the deal we made with Potter, you weren’t supposed to drink.”

“As if we ever listened to that,” Angelina scoffed.

She took another sip from the drink. “Damn, the Weasley’s really out did themselves this time.”

“Y/N, Alicia, wanna go get a drink?” Angelina asked.

“Sure, why not,” you said, as Alicia nodded beside you.

The three girls stepped past Oliver, with you shooting him a small smile. He smiled back, causing your cheeks to flush red. Oliver noted that with a slight grin. He always found it cute when you blushed.

You reached the makeshift bar with Alicia and Angelina. Alicia, never one for drinking, grabbed a butterbear whilst you Angelina went straight for Fred and George’s jungle juice.

“You’re right Ang, it’s not bad,” you said, taking a sip. “Definitely better than that one they made after the Hufflepuff match.”

Angelina laughed. “That one was horrible! I swear I vomited all night.”

“All night?” you snorted. “You kept at it in McGonagall’s class the next day. I’ve never seen her so mad.”

You finished the rest of your drink and refilled. “Let’s dance Ang.”

Alicia sighed, she was always the one that had to chase after you two all night. Just a couple weeks ago she had to prevent Angelina from stripping, much to Fred’s dismay, when she got particularly drunk one night. She watched as the two of you ran out onto the small makeshift dance floor, swinging your hips and laughing loudly.

Almost an hour later Alicia began to notice the alcohol set in. She grabbed Angelina’s arm, preventing her from falling into the bar as she came over to refill her solo cup.

“I think that’s plenty, Ang,” she chidded, steadying her friend on her feat.

Angelina stuck out her lower lip. “Just one more?”

Alicia gave her a pointed look. “You’re drunk.”

“I know but I really really really really want to make out with Fred but I need another drink to do that.” She argued drunkenly, before bursting out in spontaneous giggles.

“Angelina…” Alicia tried halfheartedly.

“One more mom-” she let out another string of giggles- “just on more.”

Angelina reached an arm over Alicia’s shoulder, her now terrible balance almost sending them both tumbling into the bar, and grabbed a bottle of Firewhiskey.

“Alica, make sure-” Angelina paused, gripping her friend's shoulders as she swayed from side to side. “-that if we end up have sex it’s not in front of too many people, okay?” She broke into another round of giggles, before hobbling back towards the dance floor.

Oliver watched from a few yards away, silently shaking his head at how bad his players looked right now. Both the twins were beyond wasted, and Katie Bell had passed out a few minutes ago. Even Harry, who Oliver had thought would be somewhat smart, had been convinced by the twins to take shots, and after a few cringes, had eventually gotten himself just as drunk as everyone else. Oliver almost had sympathy for him, as he wouldn’t want to be in his shoes when Hermione discovered him hung over the next day.

Oliver sighed, taking a sip from his butterbeer. Like Alicia, he didn’t drink.

Oliver heard a loud catcall from the other side of the room and turned back towards the dance floor where Angelina and Fred were kissing aggressively, seeming to almost be sucking each other’s faces off. He heard Alicia let out a groan.

Upon realizing he hadn’t seen the third musketeer in a while, he scanned the room, silently hoping you hadn’t taken after Angelina and were swapping spit with another guy.

Fortunately that wasn’t the case, and he instead found you stumbling back towards the bar, clearly struggling to stay up right.

You turned, feeling eyes on you. Your heart began to race upon noticing that Oliver was staringing at you. Changing course, you instead stumbled towards him, your brain not entirely aware what you were doing.

“Hi Oliver,” you slurred, “I haven't seen you since I got here.”

Oliver raised an eyebrow. “Were you looking?”

You giggled loudly. “Maybe I was, maybe I wasn’t,” you said coyly, poking his cheek.

Oliver’s eyebrow shot up in surprise by how forward you were.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” he asked, eyeing you in concern.

“More than okay!” you exclaimed drunkenly. “I’m talking like a normal person. Did you notice?”

You are beyond drunk, Oliver thought, but if he was honest with himself he did think your overly bubbly personality was rather cute. He did miss the constant blush you usually had though.

“I did notice,” he said, trying to bite back a smile.

“Good, because I’m not usually like that, it's just when you-” You swayed violently, causing Oliver to reach out and steady you. “It’s just when you’re around.” You finished, taking another sip from your drink.

Now this had caught Oliver’s attention and, as bad as he felt about taking advantage of your drunken state, he asked, “Is that so?”

You nodded vigorously. “Believe it or not I’ve been in love with you since Angelina and Alicia joined the quidditch team, I just never had the guts to tell you.” You laughed loudly as if the action of spilling your deepest darkest secret was actually humorous.

That was a lot more than Oliver had expected. “In love with me?” He managed to gulp out.

“Yeah,” you said, resting a hand on his shoulder to steady yourself. “Angelina said today that I should talk to you, guess she was right.”

Oliver's eyebrows shot up. “Clearly you have had way too much to drink,” he said.

“Don’t worry about me, I have a high alcohol tolerance,” you slurred proudly.

You swayed on your feet, stumbling to catch your balance. Oliver quickly reached out to stable you, holding tightly to your hips.

“High tolerance my ass,” he muttered, deciding that he better get you sat down before you actually fell over.

You let him guide you to a chair, enjoying the feeling of his hand on the small of your back and the tingling sensation that came with it.

“See, I’m fine,” you stated, sitting up right in the chair. You took a long sip from your drink and toppled sideways, giggling madly.

Oliver lunged over to catch you. Propping you upright, he took the cup from your hand. “You are definitely done here,” he said, a light smile playing on his lips.

You stuck out your bottom lip. “Party pooper,” you pouted, “why did I have to fall in love with someone who ruins all the fun?”

He stared at you, the girl who had just confessed twice, without really knowing it, that she was in love with him. You were always the cute girl, the friend of Angelina and Alicia, the one who always seemed to be red faced and unable to speak without a stutter. How had he never seen it before? How had he been so oblivious? The way you looked at him now, lips pouted, eyes feigning sadness, he wanted to kiss you so badly.

“Are you okay Oli?” you ask, reaching out to touch his cheek.

Your words brought him back. “Oli?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow. “That’s new.”

“It’s cute,” you said, grinning proudly, “cute like you.” You poked his nose, but in the action of moving forward fell straight into his chest.

Oliver let out a chuckle, pushing you back into the chair. You gripped his arms for support.

“Damn,” you whispered, feeling his tightened biceps under your hands.

Oliver looked down at where you were staring and couldn’t help but smile. He looked back up at your face. “You good?” he asked, once he made sure you wouldn’t fall over again.

“Yeah,” you breathed, “but…”

“But..?” Oliver prompted.

“But I really want to kiss you.”

Oliver took a small step back. If he had had any alcohol in his system that would have definitely sobered him up.

He looked at you, the way your eyes were so hopeful. But he also knew you were drunk, and as much as he wanted to, he knew he couldn’t do anything with you. At least not until you were sober.

“Let’s rain check that, Y/N, okay?” he finally said. “Wait until you’ll at least remember it happened.”

You woke up the following morning to a pounding headache and sudden need to vomit. After you came out of the bathroom you finally noticed Alicia, who was fixing her hair in the mirror.

“Where’s Ang?” you yawned flopping back onto your bed and trying to shield your eyes from the light. Everything was so bright.

“With Fred,” she replied simply.

“You didn’t stop her?” You asked, surprised. Alicia was usually the one to keep you two from doing anything stupid.

Alicia shook her head. “She told me not to, plus I was too busy watching you.”

You groaned. “Please don’t tell me I tried to give Jordan a lap dance again.

“Fortunately not,” Alicia giggled, before simply saying, “You were talking to Oliver.”

You shot up right then grabbed your head. Your pounding headache did not like the quick movement. “I did what?!” you exclaimed.

Alicia smiled. “It wasn’t that terrible. He even carried you up here afterwards for me.”

You looked down at your pajamas. You had not been wearing those last night.

Alicia knew what you were thinking. “Don’t worry, I put you in those after he left. I think the shirt you were wearing though is ruined, it had the jungle juice of Fred and George’s spilled all over it.”

“Damn it, damn it, damn it,” you cursed, though you weren’t upset over the shirt. “Please don’t tell me I said anything bad to him.”

Alicia sighed. “Promise me you won’t freak out?”

“Oh Merlin,” you groaned, “don’t tell me I did it.”

“Yeah,” she confirmed, “you kinda spilled the beans.”

“I could barely even talk to him before, now I can’t even be in the same room as him,” you moaned, hiding your face in your hands. “Why didn’t you stop me Alicia?”

“I was going to Y/N, believe me I was, but the way he was looking at you, caring for you, I knew he had to know, and there was no way you would have told him in any other way,” she sadly.

You turned to Alicia, wanting to be angry with her, but her sincere expression, the hope in her eyes, you couldn’t be mad at her for that.

“Cross your fingers your right,” you said quietly.

You stepped into the common room shortly after, a pair of sunglasses perched on your nose.

“Hey, Y/N.”

You jumped violently before turning with a feeling of dread to face Oliver.

“Hi Oliver,” you said quietly, falling into step beside him as he walked towards the portrait hole.

“No Oli?” he joked, letting you step through first before following you out into the corridor.

“I’m sorry, what?” you asked.

Oliver shook his head with a smile. “Nevermind.”

You sighed. “I called you that last night, right?”

His face lit up in hope. “You remember?”

You shook your head. “Alicia filled me in this morning,” you said, cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

It occurred to you then that that was the first time your face had turned red since being in close contact with Oliver. You hadn’t even stuttered once. Why that was the case, you didn’t know.

“About that…” he said, trailing off, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“You don’t feel that way? I know, it’s okay,” you said, shaking your head at the sheer awkwardness of the conversation. “I’ll get over it. Like Alicia said, at least you know.”

“Well, that’s the thing, I- I do.”

That last part came out real quiet and you turned to him, eyebrows shot up in surprise, heart suddenly racing. “You do what?” you whispered in disbelief.

Oliver looked down at his shoes. “I do like you, Y/N,” he said quietly, “and have for some time.”

“Even when I can’t talk straight around you and was a drunk babbling idiot last night?”

His lips quirked up in a smile. “The babbling idiot part was actually rather entertaining for that matter.”

You stared at him, hope swelling in your chest as you looked at the boy you were madly in love with.

“You told me last night you wanted to kiss me,” he started, and your face turned red as the memory came back to you. “And I said-”

“Raincheck,” you finished, your heart rate quickening. “Such a gentleman to do that.”

Oliver took a step closer. “I’d like to cash that in now,” he whispered softly.

“Please do,” you breathed, looking up at him as he moved closer.

Your eyes fluttered shut as he gently pressed his lips against yours, his hands resting on your waist whilst yours looped around his neck.

This kiss was a thousand times better than you had ever imagined. You barely even heard George’s wolf whistle when he walked by, or when Angelina turned to Fred with a grin, saying, “That’s five Galleons, Weasley.” It was just you two, in the middle of the hall, and Oliver’s mouth moving against yours was all that mattered.

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hxt1b · 4 years ago

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This Time

Sungchan x Reader brief Chenle x Reader

Requested Prompt 17 Drunken Mistakes

Genre: Angsty fluff (I think), College AU

Warning: Swearing

WC: 1.8k

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A/N: I hope you guys like this. Please excuse the grammatical errors, I read it over but I still may have missed some things.

You'd only ever felt true regret a couple of times in your life. The first was letting your mom convince you into wearing a bright pink dress at your tenth birthday party. The second time was senior year of high school when you'd opened your stupid mouth to tell your best friend you liked him. Sungchan had stared at you for a couple of seconds before laughing, 'good joke.' He'd said and you'd laughed along with him after that. Internally feeling like you were dying as heat flooded your face. You definitely regretted that more than the pink dress.

Yet you did your best to move past that, it took you an insanely long time but you did it, or at least you were working on it. This time you thought it might finally work.

So here you were walking into a party, your hand tucked into your boyfriend, Chenle's, starting off your second year of university.

Sungchan trailed behind you both, he'd been in a weird mood since you introduced him to your boyfriend, but to be honest, you expected it, he never liked it when you talked to guys giving off this unnecessarily protective energy. So this time you just made sure you informed your boyfriend before you let him meet your best friend.

Nonetheless, when the first interaction took place it was still deathly awkward.

You were repeatedly wiping your hands on your pants as you waited for Chenle to buzz the apartment so you could let him in. Sungchan was sitting on your couch glaring at his phone as you both waited.

"He's late," Sungchan said not looking up from his phone, obviously annoyed. You sighed grabbing your phone and checking the time. He wasn't late, it was just a minute past the time he said he'd be there.

Not even a second later the buzzer went off forcing you to spring into action and get let him in.

"Sorry, I'm late," Chenle said once he got to your door, a huge bouquet in his hands.

Sungchan scoffed from his spot as he got up.

"She doesn't like flowers." He said walking towards the door. Your boyfriend frowned, before looking down at you. You opened your mouth to object but Chenle spoke before you could.

"That's fine because they're for you." He shoved the bouquet past you and into Sungchan's chest as your best friend stopped behind you. You giggled quietly as Sungchan scowled.

It had been a month since then and they still didn't get along. But your boyfriend didn't scare off because of Sungchan.

—

Sungchan hated his life. Why? Because it was a huge cosmic joke. The girl he was head over heels for liked him, well she liked him back in high school and he fucked it up. How? By being a dumb idiot that couldn't sort out his feelings to save his life. Now he was stuck in a constant state of peril as the girl of his dreams brought guy after guy. Selfishly he had managed to scare all of them off. Except for this motherfucker.

You got up to go to the bathroom, Sungchan glared at the flowers on the counter behind your new boyfriend's head. His head was swimming with ways to get this idiot out of his way too.

Sungchan didn't understand why he did it, not really, because he didn't know how to actually confess to you. But he couldn't watch you date other people. He realized he was being a selfish dick, but he didn't know how to stop.

"I understand you." The boy said pulling Sungchan from his thoughts. Sungchan frowned at him, confused as to what he was getting at.

"You want her for yourself. She told me how you're protective. Somehow you managed to drive off all the other idiots. They didn't deserve her anyway." The boy stared at Sungchan meeting his growing scowl with a smile. "I on the other hand like her a lot, and I'll be damned if I let you win this just so you can sit on your ass and do nothing."

Sungchan hated him, he hated him with every fibre in his body because that night he was right. To this day he was right. Somehow he did everything right, he listened to you, said the right things, showed you his feelings. Sungchan should be happy for you, glad that you finally had a great guy one that even Sungchan could see was great for you. A guy that Sungchan could not be like no matter how much he wanted to be like him.

So dragging his feet he trailed after the two of you. He decided that once he walked into the doors of that party, he would let go of his foolish desire. His pinning had to end, he had to let you be happy and move on. He had to for your sake, and his because he couldn't live like this. He shouldn't live like this. And so once he passed the thresh hold, he somehow got a hold of a bottle of Bombay Gin and that was the beginning of what he'd like to call the end.

Except that it wasn't the end.

—

You realized that Sungchan was drunk when he started to slur his words and his cheeks took on a red hue. You realized that Sungchan was way too drunk when he threw his arm over your shoulders and dragged you to everyone in the party telling them that you were his bestest friend.

Chenle was off playing beer pong with some of his friends. Whilst you made sure Sungchan stayed on the life side of things. You took the Gin away from him leaving it on the counter as you dragged him to a couch to sit on. He was a lot taller than you, and it was becoming exhausting supporting his weight.

"You know," He started as you pushed him into the couch, "I want to tell you a secret."

You laughed at how drunk he was, you hadn't actually seen him this drunk since high school.

"What's up?" You asked.

"I like this girl." He said. You laughed again, and even though you didn't want it to your heart clenched. You felt guilty because you had an amazing boyfriend, and it had been two whole years of liking this idiot. You should be over this, but maybe it took time, and maybe Chenle would help it, but maybe he wouldn't.

"Who?" You asked finally settling into the couch next to him.

"You." He said, just as Chenle walked over. Your heart felt like it stopped, your breathing coming in slowly as you stared at your boyfriend.

"I need to go home." You said getting up as Chenle grabbed onto you. He took your face in, his eyes scanning your features and simply nodded guiding you out the house.

—

You were ignoring him, and he wanted to say that he couldn't understand why. Sungchan wanted to say that he was so black-out drunk the night before that he couldn't remember anything. But he remembered. He turned over in bed groaning loudly into it as the night played in his head again. The pain on your face that you couldn't even hide torturing him as he closed his eyes.

His phone finally rang with a call from you at six pm. Sungchan was still in bed, his head aching. He grabbed his phone from under his pillow however and quickly answered.

"I'll be over in five minutes." You said and hung up. He cringed at your tone, whatever he was about to hear from you wasn't going to be pleasant.

You started speaking before he could even open the door. A hard shove moving him out of the way as you barged in.

"-fuck you. You are a selfish prick. I don't care how drunk you were. I have tried so hard to move on do you know that?" You asked him. He flinched back from you. Your eyes were angry and all of the anger was directed at him and every bit of it valid. He couldn't look at you so he turned his head to the floor fixating his eyes on his own feet.

"Do you understand how hard I've tried?" Your voice broke on your last word, and Sungchan's head snapped up to your face. You were crying, he moved forward his body moving before he could stop it. He gathered you into his arms but you pushed away from him, going to the far side of the living room, deeper into his apartment.

He stayed glued to his spot.

"I hate you!" You yelled, your tears flowing out your eyes as you began to sob. Sungchan's hands twitched at his side his heart broke as he watched you.

"I hate you so fucking much!" You yelled again. Sungchan's eyes stung but he didn't take them off you. Not again, because he did this to you.

"I've liked you for so fucking long and the moment I almost move on you fucking do this." You slumped into his couch, your hands covering your face as you continued to cry.

Sungchan quickly moved to your side, his hands pulling at you until you were settled against his chest. He blinked his eyes controlling his own tears before he spoke.

"I'm sorry Y/N. I'm so sorry, and if I could take it back I would." You only cried harder at his words soaking his black t-shirt as he held you.

"Fuck you Sungchan." You said again as your hand fisted into his shirt holding him closer to you.

Sungchan held you until you calmed down.

Pulling away from him you wiped at your face.

"Chenle and I broke up this morning." You said, and even though it shouldn't Sungchan's heart sang in his chest.

"He was pissed. He said that he should have known from the beginning that he was in a losing game." Your voice shook as you spoke. Sungchan grabbed at you again but you pulled away from his grasp.

"That doesn't mean I'm just going to date you." You said clearly still angry.

Sungchan nodded, trying to hide his smile. "But you'll let me take you out eventually?" He asked

You looked over at him again, your eyes were swollen from the crying and your hair a mess, somehow you still looked perfect to him.

"Maybe." You replied.

"How about Friday, two weeks from now?" He asked. You narrowed your eyes at him, and he smiled back at you.

"Cool, I'll pick you up at 6."

You rolled your eyes at him. Which only prompted him to ask another question.

"So what movie do you want to watch tonight and where do you want to get take out from?" He knew you would stay, he knew you'd cuddle him. He knew you too well. Because although you grumbled, although you were mad, although you hated him currently. You leaned back into the couch your shoulder leaning into his.

"Pizza, and you’re paying."

This time Sungchan wasn't going to do nothing. This time Sungchan was gonna get his girl.

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ficforce · 4 years ago

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Obi Relationship Alphabet

Reader is a F!Nurse

A- Activity (What is their favourite activity to do with you.)

Obi and Y/N are very busy with their jobs, they’re both constantly on call and deal with tense situations all the time.

They really enjoy some downtime, Y/N has shift work rather than the 24/7 work pattern the Fire Force has, so she often goes to Obi and they chill out in the rec room. It can be something as simple as putting on a movie or even going for a run together… providing Obi gives her a foot rub later.

B- Beginnings (How do they act at the beginning of a relationship)

It was professional at first, communicating at the scene of an Infernal to protect the public and make it as painless as they could.

There was an instant attraction. Obi noticed her compassion first and Y/N adored how he tried to give comfort to the ones left behind. Obi’s not great at speaking to people and he fumbled a lot, he tripped over his words and got bashful easily. Y/N thought it was adorable that a big man like him was so cute.

It took them a long time to find time to go on their first date but they were sickly sweet with each other.

C- Communication (Are they good communicators? How do they normally talk about their problems or solve issues)

Once Obi got over his bashfulness he found it easy to talk to Y/N. She was a good listener and always seemed to know what to say to help him work through a problem. She never made him feel stupid like Princess Hibana could.

When Y/N gets exhausted from work she can get emotional and Obi is a brilliant soundboard for her to talk to. He gets her completely but doesn’t tell her to stop complaining. Everyone needs to deflate every now and then - Even him.

D- Drunk (What are they like when they’re drunk)

Hilarious.

Together they’re disgustingly cute, nose kisses, cuddles, showing off for each other and the dreaded cute talk.

If Obi is drunk then he becomes a cuddle, he wants to show off and he wants everyone to be enthusiastic and get ripped with him. Y/N can usually distract him but he’s really heavy and if he passes out there’s not much she can do.

If Y/N is drunk she gets a bit of a handful, she treats everyone like a kid and tries to look after them all, even if she’s fall down drunk, she’ll usually be cuddling someone. She’ll take almost any dare and Obi usually ends up fireman lifting her out of there to get her sobered up.

E- Emergency (How are they in emergency situations? You get hurt, they get hurt, someone is dying etc..)

Their lives revolve around emergency situations. They’re cool and calm whilst keeping their compassion. When it comes to each other it goes out the window.

They can’t breathe, they have a moment of sheer panic where they just don’t know what to do. They have to almost forget that this is the person they love most in the world and treat them like any stranger.

Afterwards, they won’t be apart for a second.

F- Free Spot (I’ll give you any headcanon I come up with)

Obi used to go to her ambulance with pathetic little injuries just so he could talk to her.

G- Gifts (What kind of gifts do they give? What kind of gifts do they get?)

They’re not really big gift-givers. They prefer time together.

Y/N likes to bring him food he likes and she’ll gift him with professional massages and physio to make sure he doesn’t overwork his muscles.

Y/N’s really into going out to parks, experience days and food. Obi will use his whole days off to take her somewhere fun and won’t let her pay for a thing - he’s got everything planned.

He tries to take her out to different street food places often.

H- Hugs (How do they show affection/cuddle)

Whilst on duty they are professional, they might have a few private conversations and check-in with one another but that’s it.

Off duty and in public they’re obviously together but don’t overdo it. Y/N likes to hold hands or he’ll put his arm around her shoulder/waist. They will kiss but chastely, nothing too much.

Off duty in front of team 8 is similar to public but there’s more nuzzling and cuddling.

In private… well, that’s not your business.

I- Irritation (What is something that irritates them? How do they show their irritation?)

They both get irritated but try not to take it out on others.

Obi will train harder and snap at people.

Y/N has an ‘irritated expression’ and people can literally feel it rolling off her… best leave her to Obi.

J- Jackpot (How would they spend their winnings if they won the lottery?)

With the world the way it is, they’d take what they needed and use the rest to help victims of Combustion.

K- Kryptonite (What is their ultimate weakness?)

They care more about others than themselves.

One day they’ll go too far

L- Laughter (What makes them laugh?)

Each other, other people, dumb little things.

M- Morning ( How do they wake up in the morning? Are they a morning person or a morning grouch?)

Because of his bodybuilding, Obi doesn’t sleep very well, he’s always pumped up and has to keep his carbs up. He’s up and ready to go.

Y/N loves to sleep when she can, she’s usually exhausted and collapses in bed, mornings are the worst!

She’s groggy and a little grumpy until she’s awake enough.

On rare occasions where she stays over, Obi will stay in bed to hold her until he literally can’t be still anymore. He’ll let her know he’s going and smile as she grumbles then goes back to sleep.

He never rushes her in the morning… she’s been taking shooting lessons from Hinawa.

N- Needy (When do they feel particularly needy? How do they show it?)

Obi is needy when he’s feeling ill, it’s rare but he behaves like a little kid and wants Y/N to mother him.

Y/N’s needy in the morning, she wants cuddles and is just useless without her Captain.

O- Oasis (Where is their happy place? Where would they go if they didn’t have anything holding them back?)

Somewhere quiet, maybe out in the country or up a mountain…?

P- Pain (How do they handle pain? How do they handle when you are in pain?)

Obi gets hurt often and he brushes it off, Y/N hates it, she wants to make him comfortable and will look after him if she can.

Y/N isn’t a wimp but she does cry when she’s in pain. Obi hates it, he wants to make it stop but he doesn’t really know how. He feels guilty that she’s hurting.

Q- Quote (What’s a quote that fits them and your relationship)

“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.”

― Lao Tzu

R- Reunion (How do they celebrate seeing you after a long time of being apart)

They can sometimes go weeks without seeing each other, it depended on their schedules.

They will head out, recently they like to visit Asakusa in the evening, the street food is great and Company 7 doesn’t mind putting them up.

S- Stress (What stresses them out? How do deal with stress and how do they relieve it?)

Life. Work… It’s really stressful.

Downtime is important.

Obi works Stress out and Y/N sleeps it off.

T- Terror (What are they afraid of?)

Failing.

Y/N takes it really hard when she can’t save a life

Obi is the same.

U- Unique (What is a quirk that is unique to them?)

They always have time for others.

V- Violence (Do they fight a lot? Are they a good fighter? What is their fighting style?)

They don’t fight physically. Sometimes they argue about the other taking time off and that they work too hard but that’s about it.

W- Wow (What do you do that really surprises them? What do you do that they really like?)

Hinawa has told me that Obi and Y/N are always awed by each other - it’s sickening.

X- (Explicit headcanon. For all you degenerates)

They’re at it like rabbits, they’ve had sex all over the Company 8 building and been caught a few times. Y/N loves how he can fuck her to within an inch of her life whilst his words and hands and kisses somehow remain soft and loving.

Y- Yucky (Is there something that grosses them out so badly that they can’t deal with it?)

Y/N would like Obi to stop exercising in the same t-shirt. He’ll put it on clean, sweat in it, take a shower, then when he goes to train again later puts on the old sweaty thing. It gets washed at the end of everyday but for Sol’s sake, Obi, just put a clean one on!

Z- ZZZ’s (What are their sleeping habits? Both with and without you)

Together they like to cuddle up.

Alone, Y/N cuddles a firm body pillow as a substitute.

Alone, Obi doesn’t sleep as well.

#obi akitaru #reader #alphabet #fire force #enen no shouboutai #enn enn no shouboutai

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holobandit · 4 years ago

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Hi there I was just wondering if you were able to write some smut about Javier x female reader where they don’t really get along with each other and are coworkers. One night they go out with Steve and Steve gets very drunk so they take him home and have to spend the night at Steve’s house because they can’t drive after they drink (obviously, we stab safe drivers). Shortly after they get into an argument and reader storms off to the bathroom to have a shower and she starts touching herself and javi comes in and hears her then gets in the shower with her. He chokes her against the wall and whispers something naughty like “do you want to get fucked while Steve is only outside this door” (or something along those lines) and they end up having sex with lots of dirty talk, different positions, choking, hair pulling (the lot really) all whilst trying not to be too loud and get caught but also the thrill of getting caught??? Anyways, I had a dream about this and would love to relive it so thought i would ask you! I love your writing style so much. Have a lovely day xxx

A/N: Thank you! And I love this prompt!

Late Night

Rating: Explicit

Warmings: A little bit of Angst, Cursing, Smut, Shower Sex, Oral Sex, Unsafe Sex, Creampie

Read it on Ao3

You were going out and drinking with your co-workers, Steve and Javi. You and Javi didn’t get along very well. He just got on your nerves, and he did it well. You two always butt heads. Steve was on a bender yet again, so you had to cut him off at one point. Javi helped him walked home, with you not to far behind. You and Javi were both a little tipsy, so you decided to stay at Steve’s house. Steve stumbled to his bedroom, leaving you and Javi alone. There was a long silence between you and Javi. It was agonizing.

You broke the silence, “What’s wrong this time?”

“Nothing,” Javi rolled his eyes, “I’d just rather be home.”

“Away from me, right?” You scoff.

“You know, not everything revolves around you.” Javi pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He puffed on it a few times before saying, “Are you still mad at me for stopping you back there on the last stake out.”

You don’t know what came over you, maybe it was the alcohol, maybe you’ve just had enough of Javi’s bullshit. You finally broke your calm demeanor.

“You,” You landed a finger on his chest, “You didn’t need to hold me back. I had things under control.”

Javi shook his head, “There was a man with a gun right around the corner, and you didn’t have on a vest!”

“I would have been fine!”

Javi took another puff of his cigarette, “Oh bullshit!” He hissed your name, “You might have gotten hurt, or worse I might remind you.”

You were taken aback, “You don’t give two shits about me, Peña.”

Javi tilted his head. You never called him Peña unless you were pissed. You were fuming at this point. Javi had never really made you this angry before, besides the day of the last stake out. You spun on your heal and made your way to the bathroom. You needed to cool off before you did something dumb. Javi shook his head and placed his cigarette in the ashtray on the dining table. His cock twitched against his jeans as he heard the shower turn on. It was no hiding how he really felt about you this night. He had been by your side all night. He bit his lip imagining you slipping out of your clothes, how the water would cling to your skin. You’d be irresistible. Javi cursed himself and walked to the bathroom. He saw himself reach for the door but stopped. He heard the echo of soft moans; you were touching yourself. The idea of Javi caring about you had gotten to you. You had feelings for him, but you hid it behind your anger. You heard the door open, but you didn’t care, you thought you were quiet enough where Steve couldn’t hear you. You heard the door squeak close. The heat from the shower was filling up the room. You close your eyes as you began to circle your clit faster. A hand closes around your throat. You let out a yelp as your eyes fluttered open. Before you stand a naked Javi. He pulled you in close, brushing his lips against your ears.

Javi whispered, “Couldn’t help yourself?”

“J-Javi,” You stutter, “What are you- “

Javi cuts you off with a finger to your lips, “I heard your moans outside the door. Do you want to be caught?”

“By you.”

Javi growled as he rolled his hips against your folds. His precum covered your entrance. He bit your ear lobe as he made his way to your mouth. He forced his tongue in. You tasted the whiskey he had drank earlier that night. His grip tightens on your throat as he slid his cock through your folds. You were about to moan out, but Javi pulled away and covered your mouth with his hand.

“Don’t want to let Steve know I’m fucking you in the shower, now.” Javi hissed.

You moaned softly into his hand as he pushed you down to your knees. His cock was covered in your slick. You look up at him with big eyes. His brown eyes stared down at you full of lust. He forced your mouth onto his head. He grabbed your hair, pulling it tight. Your hands went to his hips to hold yourself up. He begins to thrust into your mouth. You tried to not gag, but his cock went straight to the back of your throat at every thrust. Spit began to dribble down your chin. You loved the feeling of Javi fucking your face.

Just as you were getting used to his rhythm, he stopped and pulled his cock out of your mouth. You whimper at the loss of feeling.

“You’re such a needy whore, aren’t you?” Javi whispered.

You nod your head as he pulls you up by the hair. He flips you so that your back faces him. Javi takes his cock in his hand and presses it against your entrance. You bit your bottom lip as he pushes himself in. He stays still for a moment, letting your walls tighten around his cock. As he starts thrusting, he grabs a handful of your ass. You let out a small yelp as he dug his nails into your soft flesh. His thrusts are nice and slow so that he doesn’t cause any suspicion. You were begging for him to go faster. You started to move your hips faster to get more friction against your spot. You pressed your hands against the shower wall. Javi wrapped his hands around your waist and gave into your demands. His thrusts became faster, sloppier, but you loved it. He pulled on your hair, making your eyes roll in the back of your head. You feel the knot in your stomach begin to grow. You were so close. Your legs began to shake from the feeling.

“No he terminado contigo, ¿me oyes?” Javi spat.

You let out a moan as he pulled out of you. You were so close; he was just teasing you at this point. He spun you around so that you were facing him. He grabbed your hands by the wrists and moved them above your head. You arched your back as Javi slid his cock between your folds again. You were begging him to fuck you now. He angled himself just right, and thrusts into you. You yelp as he pounded you just in the right spot. Your legs began to shake more, and you call out to him. You feel a flash of white fill you. Your walls clamped down on Javi’s cock. He grunted as his seed poured into you. He couldn’t hold it back anymore.

You both stay there, catching your breaths. Javi released your hands. You feel the water finally began to cool; you had run out of hot water. You feel Javi’s cum leak out of your entrance and down your thigh, causing a shiver to go up your spine. Javi reached over for a washcloth and started to clean you up. He left soft kisses around your neck as he wiped you down.

“Are you sure that Steve didn’t hear us?” You asked.

Javi chuckled, “He’s too drunk to realize it, mi amor.”

Dividers by saradika

#requests #anon #my fics #lemon #narcos #javier peña #javier pena #javier pena/reader #javier pena x reader #female!reader #female reader #pedro pascal fanfiction #narcos fanfic

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barzzal · 4 years ago

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imagine mat proposing to the reader 🥺😭

if you had asked mat four years ago if he’ll ever see himself in a serious relationship, he’d probably straight up laugh to your face and maybe even start walking away as he shakes his head while pointing a finger at you.

but now, as he spends his time at a post-game party he and the boys had to go to, mat certainly wishes he had your hand to hold because the party-scene doesn’t agree with him anymore than it used to before he met you.

mat has been secretly dodging off all alcohol being thrown at him by pulock and beauvillier. he just wasn’t in the mood to get shit-faced as bad as tito was already in.

“man, you’re such a bore!” tito dances with the beat, drunkenly nudging him towards the crowd so he’d have no choice but to get in with the fun he was having.

mat just rolls his eyes, “you’re drunk!”

to which he had earned a groan from tito as he say, “duh? i’m at a club, dumbass! you see lee and eberle here, man??” he starts to yell in mathew’s ear.

“no!” mat answers back in spite of the loud music.

to his surprise, tito only wildly laughs and begins pointing on his ringless ring finger.

“that’s because they’re a married man!” he scoffs then continues, “why would you wanna spend the night home massaging your wife’s foot, and do that mind-numbing crap jordan does with his wife? you know, that— oh, that crochet thing!” mat continued to listen to everything tito continued to blab about. beau was still pretty disappointed that the guys had to go home early and leave him out with the boring ones. the man just wants to party. what’s the harm in that?

however, something about what tito said made mathew realise something that he surely hated himself at the very moment for not realizing it soon enough.

see the truth is, he wanted everything tito told him, regardless of it being dumb of not. he wanted everything the guys had with their wives— but with you.

so, as soon as it hits him, mat gives beau the cold beer he has been pretending to drink since the night started and say, “i gotta go, man.”

without a single word, mat taps the shoulder of his now retaliating bestmate and quickly bid his goodbyes.

𖥸

on your side of the world, the sun was just rising to kick off a new day.

you and mat, despite having to live in two different cities with an insane time difference, wasn’t really a bother when it comes to maintaining (what you think is) a serious relationship.

you two were able to work things out a little different given all the distance you have between each other. mat would usually go to bed as you call him on mornings whilst you enjoy a hot cup of tea and he would do the same everytime he starts his day. it had already become a routine that the two of you most certainly enjoy. but even when things are going good between the two of you, you still secretly wish that you’d be able to hold him anytime you wanted to.

“y/n.”

“wake up, baby.”

“open those eyes for me, eh?”

you were woken up by the soft hand holding yours whilst gentle and endearing kisses were peppered on top of it.

you hum and shifted on the side of the bed. upon opening your eyes, you saw the very last person you see every time you turn in for the night.

“mat?” you flutter the sleep out of your eyes, trying to adjust to him being in your home.

“what are you doing here? aren’t you supposed to be in new york?” you lazily ask him. eyes still evidently fazed from sleep.

“i have to ask you something.” he faintly says.

“you could’ve just called me.” you tell him with eyes closed as sleep still haunts you. it was way too early before the usual time you start your day.

“don’t you want me here?” mat whispers, making you work your hand up to his face to caress it. you lazily smiled with your eyes still closed.

“no. but come to bed. i’m still sleepy. i don’t want to talk anymore.” you say candidly making the man chuckle a little.

“i still have to ask you an important question though.” he says. eyes pilled on yours even if it was barred by your eyelids and long lashes he mostly loved.

you hum, “okay. go ahead.” you say, your hand making its way back to his to hold it.

“open your eyes first.”

even though you didn’t want to, you still did what you were told. and as soon as you opened them again, mat’s face has become more vivid than it first was seconds ago.

“what is it?” you ask.

mat fishes something out of his pocket.

as soon as you see a black velvet box in his hands, you knew you were done for.

you immediately propped yourself up in a seating position so you could confirm that whatever mat was holding was what you were actually thinking that he is holding.

you see him on his knees which only made the whole narrative a lot more clearer to you. “oh god, you didn’t.”

“but i did.” he tightly smiles as he opens up the box, revealing a grand and exquisite princess cut ring with an oval shaped diamond shining on the center, illuminated by the same diamond studs it had on its sides.

both your hands find their way to your mouth as you try to suppress everything you have been feeling all at once.

“y/n,” mat endearingly calls your name, an elated smile printed on his face, “will you marry me?”

you tried gathering your thoughts for a second before tutting your lips as you press them together. something that most certainly brought tension in mat’s back as the thought of you saying no dawned on him.

with an arched brow and a pout you ask him, “do you really think you’d be able to wake up to this mess every morning for the rest of your life?”

mathew shrugged, shoulders finally calming down, “depends if you’re willing to say yes.”

you both let out and share a good laugh. you ran your hand through his hair, something you absolutely loved to do, before finally giving him your answer.

“i’d finally be sleeping next to this face.” you say brushing your thumb on his rose colored cheeks.

“is that a yes?”

you roll your eyes and playfully nudged his face on the side, “yes.”

#GODDAMN CAN HE JUST PROPOSE TO ME THIS WAY #LIKE RN #mat barzal imagine #mat barzal fanfiction #mat barzal fic #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #hockey fic #nhl fic #barzzal blurbs

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