#like for once have the guy and girl chase after the hot dude

[moonlit-knightz]

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[honeysbeebears]

Sleepover Schemes // BKG

Bakugo Katsuki X Reader

In Japan, saying ‘the moon is beautiful’ is a common way to confess one’s feelings of love

Word count: a lot

Warnings: none other than I did not spell check this lol & bakugo might be a little ooc sorry

“Arent sleepovers against the rules?” You look up curiously at the girls surrounding your desk. Right now the class was on a quick break before heading over to the training session. Mina frantically began shushing you “yes! so don’t go saying it out loud like that girl!” You giggle softly “oops”

Uraraka speaks up “it’ll be fun though, we’ll have snacks, face masks, the works!” You nod, looking up at Momo “you mind if i bring makeup? I think a little makeover sesh would be fun too” Momo beams “of course! that sounds lovely” smiling back at her, you give everyone a thumbs up “im in!” the girls exclaim happy cheers before hushing up again once they realized they made a bit of a scene before going back to giggling quietly amongst themselves

In the distance, kirishima is looking over at the group in wonder “hm, wonder what’s got them all worked up” Kaminari, who is standing right next to him shrugs “eh you know them” Bakugo rolls his eyes, not paying any mind to either group before Sero speaks up

“I heard (L/N) say the word ‘sleepover’ though” with that, bakugo is glancing behind him to look at the three boys. They’re obviously up to no good

Kaminari rubs his hands together as if he’s a villain coming up with some elaborate scheme, which is exactly what he was doing “A sleepover huh?” Kirishima and Sero look at him quizzically “dude don’t tell me you-“ Kaminari quickly cuts him off “want to go spy on them?! You betcha!” He gives the boys a thumbs up, kirishima is looking a bit nervous “I dunno man, isn’t that like an invasion of privacy?” Sero nods in agreement, the yellow headed boy smirks once more at his two friends “you know what girls talk about at sleepovers….?” He says, the scheming tone in his voice evident. Bakugo is listening, not like he has a choice while he waits

“Crushes” with that, the look on Sero and Kirishima’s faces change into that of determination, Kaminari knows he’s got them convinced now. Bakugo once again sighs and rolls his eyes

“Don’t you guys want to know who a babe like (L/N) has the hots for?” He throws his arms around the two, looking at the both of them with conniving eyes. At the mention of your name, bakugo freezes as well, making an unwanted grunt that catches the attention of the three boys standing behind him

“Oh looks like Bakubro is interested as well, it’s because i mentioned (F/N) isn’t it?” He teases, Bakugo whips around in his chair “Shut the hell up dunce face” he shouts, his usual angry tone just slightly angrier at the allegation before turning back around, huffing and crossing his arms “Will you be joining us then? Cmon I know even someone like you can’t help but be curious” Before Bakugo can go off again, he looks over at your smiling face, and then imagines the three, in his words, idiots, messing with you and he sinks lower into his chair

“… Fine”

Kirishima looks down at him in shock “no way dude i totally was not expecting that” Bakugo scoffs, slightly embarrassed “I’m only going so you three ass munchers don’t do anything stupid” Kaminari covers his mouth to stifle a giggle “oh dude you’re so down bad you don’t even know it”

“I’ll blast you all the way to hell!”

The girls watch as Kaminari is running around the room, Bakugo chasing after him. Kaminari using the desks as a divider while kirishima and sero are laughing intensely at the scene

“What’s up with those guys?” Jiro questions, eyebrow raised, you shrug “you can never tell with them anymore” you and the other girls watch, entertained while Uraraka and Mina are cheering Kaminari on as he ‘breaks Bakugo’s ankles’ you giggle and join in

“Go get him Kacchan!” Bakugo looks over at you, angrily shouting back “shut your mouth before i blast your dumb ass all the way to hell!”

—

“Oh cmon (F/N) there’s gotta be someone you’re eyeballing i mean look at you” you quirk an eyebrow towards Mina, who’s been bugging you about this ever since you entered Momo’s room “and what’s that supposed to mean?” Mina starts wildly waving her hands around “i mean you’re like smoking hot girl! I didn’t mean it in a bad way” the other girls sitting around you agree in their own ways

You sigh a little, although you weren’t expecting that particular reason “even if i did like anyone I don’t really think it’d be reciprocated, im kind of a klutz” immediately your friends spring into action, showering you with compliments so much that you start to blush. You cover your face in embarrassment at the affection

“Why would you ever even think that? There’s so many dudes pining over you as we speak” Hagakure points out, she’s currently fixing her face mask that Momo had passed out to everyone

You playfully roll your eyes “oh yeah like who?” Thinking you were able to stump them there.

Jiro, who is sitting next to you, side eyes you, not really sure if you were being serious “dude” you whip your head to look at her in a surprised confusion, before you look at the rest of your friends who appear to share the same sentiment, you look at tsuyu, she’s honest right?

“I can name atleast 5 boys right now” the green haired girl points out. You’re simply flabbergasted “What? Who then” you cross your arms. One by one your friends speak in turn

“That boy from the sports festival, Shinso, seems to be quite interested in you after you almost won” Momo starts

“And that boy from 1B, Kaibara, ever since you helped him out at the sports festival he’s been lingering around to get your attention” Tsuyu adds

“Don’t even get me started on Amajiki-senpai, he literally said you reminded him of the sun and admitted you were one of the only people he felt comfortable around, he blushes so much around you im surprised the constant blood rushes haven’t been getting to him ” Jiro says

Your eyes are darting inbetween all of your beloved friends as they quite seriously list off a surprising amount of people, since when were they so observant? You shove your face back into your hands “ok I get it guys..” embarrassed is an understatement

“Oh! And bakugo too!” Uraraka happily points out, as if this was common knowledge, but for you this was the final nail in the coffin before you begin to practically steam out of how flustered you became “I highly doubt that” you managed to squeak out

You thought you were hearing things but you heard a soft thud somewhere in the room, you chose to ignore it

Momo gently strokes your hair, although she still found the predicament quite amusing

Mina finds this exciting, she begins to ponder and think about all of the interactions you’ve had with Bakugo since the beginning of the year

“Oh my god do you guys remember when…”

—

Evidence #1

Something was smelling quite good in the common area, and as everyone began filing down to prepare for the weekend morning they were met with quite the sight

You were baking cinnamon rolls for everyone, as a part of your weekly ritual of baking or cooking for the class. Bakugo happened to have woken up early, came down and found himself chatting to you as if it was a normal thing for him to do

There you were, happily conversing with Bakugo as you were mixing what appeared to be frosting in a bowl. He wasn’t adorned with any sort of scowl, his eyebrows weren’t furrowed and he was silently watching you while listening to whatever story you were telling him, if they didn’t know any better they would’ve thought it was admiration. Of course, upon seeing the two, the usual suspects surrounded them completely disregarding what they stumbled upon, and bakugo was quick to throw angry insults at them

Mina noted the soft expression on his face before the boys had shown up

—

Evidence #2

“Uhm (F/N), do you and Bakugo normally walk to class together?” Upon entering the classroom and walking to your desk, your friends were gathered into their usual group right next to it, you shrug before answering “yeah, for some reason I’ve been managing to catch him just before we enter the building, weird coincidence but i don’t mind it’s pretty nice company, plus when we were kids we’d walk to school together sometimes” your friends deadpan at the last bit ‘bakugo… nice company?’

They all look over to see bakugo arguing with the other guys about some mundane topic, of course he was the most aggressive, yelling and making the usual scene, they simply looked at his comically scowling face before simultaneously thinking ‘not a chance’

Jiro makes a mental note that when she walked into the building, she saw Kirishima run into Bakugo who was standing at the entrance, asking to walk to class together before Bakugo shuts Kirishima down, saying something akin to “Hell no I’m busy!” Kirishima gives him a puzzled look before seeing Kaminari and telling Bakugo he’d see him later

Could it be..?

—

Evidence #3

“I won’t repeat myself asshat, let go of her now” Everyone in the class froze, staying silent, usually he’d be screaming this sort of demand. he was seriously pissed off beyond belief. His eyes pierced into the boy who had his wrapped his arm around your shoulders, Shindo. You awkwardly smile “Bakugo im sure he doesn’t mean any harm-“ before you can finish your sentence you feel something tug on your wrist, ripping you from the black haired boys grasp. You blink in shock, looking up you see Bakugo’s fiery eyes that speak a thousand words, but he only speaks two. “Get lost” his voice absolutely dripping in venom as he slightly tightened his grip he’d laid on your shoulder

Shindo stares back, his eyes narrowing before he throws on a smile “My bad, bro, hey listen im sorry, let’s do our best out there o-“ he holds his hand out to Bakugo to shake, before Bakugo swaps his hand away, turning the both of you around “your words don’t match that expression on your face, i said get lost”

Everyone slowly began to speak amongst themselves again, Bakugo wordlessly handing you over to Kirishima and Mina before spinning around to wander off somewhere else. You simply watch him go, he really was pissed off, mumbling some obscenities. You almost missed the gentle yet tight squeeze he gave your shoulder when he let go.

—

Final Evidence

“Midoriya, you’ve known those two for awhile right?” Mina asks, everyone is currently training, but a small group is sitting by taking a break. Midoriya looks up after taking a drink of water, his eyes land on the two

“I can’t breathe…” you exhale your words, Kirishima is rubbing your back comfortingly as the training gets to you, Bakugo rolls his eyes “you damn lazy shithead you’re never gonna beat me with that lazy ass attitude of yours” You look up at him and glare before smirking, dramatically falling back on kirishima’s chest with your hand on your forehead “I can’t breathe… there’s no room in Kacchan’s EGO, can we go now?!” and just like that, Bakugo is on your ass as you zoom away with your quirk, screaming about how he’s gonna murder you

Midoriya smiles “yep, honestly i cant really imagine what it’d be like without her, she’s been like a middle ground between the two of us ever since junior high, a voice of reason” he has a gentle smile on his face before it drops in an instant and he cringes remembering that time, a chill going up his spine “honestly I don’t think I would’ve survived junior high without her…” before Mina can question that bit he starts to ramble

“Me and (F/N) are best friends, but her and bakugo have this special connection. She’s able to read him like a book, understand him to a level I just can’t. It’s truly fascinating” he looks at Bakugo’s smiling face as he dangles you upside down off a rock formation, of course it’s mostly his usual angry grin but somewhere under there is a genuine smile as you laugh while telling him to put you down

“I’m sure he feels the same way I do, he just has a funny way of showing it”

Mina makes a mental note of this

—

You’re now laid flat on Momo’s bed, each bit of ‘evidence’ making you blush harder and harder, and they just keep going

“And when we were picking vocals for the festival, he refused to be drums unless you sang also, ribbit”

You shoot up, steaming “okayyy guys please stop” Momo looks at you with a pitiful expression “yeah I think she gets the point girls”

Mina still needs to know though

“Okay fine but can you atleast tell us, if you had to pick, who would you date?!” Shes gripping a pillow to her chest in anticipation. You think to yourself once you regain your composure, deep in thought for a moment before taking a deep breath in.

“Shut up” Kirishima whispers, nudging Kaminari as he can tell the boy is absolutely struggling to keep in his laughter, who can blame him though when Bakugo Katsuki himself is blushing from ear to ear from all the information he’s just learned

Boys like you? That many? And how could they know he liked you? He didn’t even know that. There is absolutely no chance in hell he’d ever consider thinking of you that way the thought of it is absurd

Atleast that’s what he told himself

He was about to tell the both of them to shut up before the sound of your timid voice brings him back to reality

“If.. if I had to… I guess it would be..” everyone, including the invading boys, are sweating in anticipation, Bakugo’s palms are slightly damper than usual

“Bakugo..” you finally muster out, barely audible, the girls cheer and clap at your admittance and the boys look at Bakugo’s absolutely shocked expression, they don’t tease though, not right now in such a compromising place

“But it would never happen” for some reason this statement makes him upset, what’s that supposed to mean?

“We both have the ultimate goal of becoming heroes, and we both can’t afford to become distracted with romance, plus I really don’t think he’d ever see me that way, he sees me as an annoying little kid who’s been sticking around since diapers” you laugh, albeit pitifully, at the end of your sentence, the girls don’t know what to say or how to comfort you, they know you know him better than anyone, so if you say it then it’s probably true

Probably

Mina gives her a big hug “aw im sorry for making you sad” you give her a gentle squeeze back “im not upset, don’t worry about it” she holds your shoulders and smiles before deciding on what you all were gonna do next

“How about we sneak over to 7 eleven, I bet we’re dying for some snacks right now” Uraraka shoots up “yes please!”

And just like that the energy in the room is back to its happy self, you giggling and nodding in agreement

As the group of you all put on your shoes, you ask Momo if you can borrow a hoodie from her closet

The closet, uh oh

The boys are frantically looking at each other, whispering ‘what do we do?!’ over and over, absolutely panicking

Internally, Bakugo is freaking out the most. What would he even do if you find out he heard everything you said? Would things be the same? Not that he cares.

They watch you come over to the closet, bracing, preparing for the worst as you begin to open the door

You softly swing the closet door open, and immediately the sight leaves you frozen in place

In front of you, on the floor of the closet are the boys, and Bakugo, and he’s looking at you with this angrily embarrassed look on his face, cheeks flushed. You blink and feel your cheeks heat up, spinning your head around as Momo asks what’s taking you so long, you look back at the boys, pleading with you with their eyes. You glare at the group of them before shutting the door in their face , telling momo you changed your mind on the hoodie

Relief was an understatement as the door to the dorm shuts and locks, the boys all loosen up as they give out a sigh, sinking to the wall and floor

“I thought we were goners for sure there!” Sero says, still terrified “luckily (F/N) is so cool, if it were anyone else we’d be dead for sure” Kirishima adds

Bakugo feels his phone buzz, he pulls it out to see a message and he freezes

(F/N): you guys better be out of there by the time we come back, I mean it.

He opens the closet door, and gets up “let’s get the fuck out of here, im never doing that shit again you fuckers” this time the boys don’t argue, and they all scurry out of the room, Bakugo says nothing as they go back to their respective rooms, and the boys decide not to push their luck tonight

By the time you return, snacks in hand, you look to the closet before walking over to open it again. ‘Empty. Good’ you thought. Atleast they listened to you, you were ready to rip them a new one if they decided to stick around after you gave them a saving grace

Momo asks what you’re doing, you say you’re admiring her clothes before asking what movie they picked to watch

—

After that, neither you nor bakugo had spoken a word to each other. For over a week the atmosphere in the classroom is thick with tension, Midoriya is the first to point it out to you while you’re hanging out in his dorm

“Uh.. (F/N)?” He looks up from the controller in his hand, the ‘victory player 1’ text on the screen on the TV blinking at him

You come down from your winning grin “yes Izuku?” He fiddles with the buttons before finally asking

“What’s up with you and Kacchan?” You are speechless, he noticed? Of course he noticed he’s Izuku.

You sigh, sinking into his bed, back against the wall it’s connected to “no point in lying to you huh?” Izuku gives a light laugh “after all this time, no” he looks at you expectantly

Putting down the controller you turn your head to look at him

“I think.. im in love with kacchan” hearing you admit it out loud after all this time was surreal, you thought it was something you’d take to the grave.

Izuku is shocked, of course, he never imagined his two childhood friends would catch feelings towards each other. He’s also used to you being the one giving him comfort or reassurance. He’s not very experienced in the romance department as is, so he’s not sure what to say to you about that. But he does know you like the back of his hand. You give him the same reason you give the girls as to why you’re never gonna tell him. You also tell him he heard everything.

“Wow that must’ve been super embarrassing..” he says, you face palm “I know! I can’t bring myself to look at him, and honestly the fact that he won’t look at me says something too..” you say, dejectedly. Izuku puts his hand on your shoulder, giving you a gentle smile “listen, im not the best with romance n all, but from what I know about the two of you, I think it’s best to just talk it out. You two don’t have to date, but maybe it’ll do the both of you good to get some sort of closure..” the look on your face is hard to read, he guesses you’re taking all of this in “id really hate to see you two drift apart over something like this, after everything we’ve all been through together.. plus I think you’d be surprised over what he has to say”

For some reason, you start to tear up, his words really got to you.

You missed bakugo, and you really didn’t want to lose him

“Is it really worth a try?” You mutter, looking down at your hands, Izuku puts his own hand on top of yours, making you look up back at him “it’s better to try than to not try at all”

—

Back in your dorm, you stare at your phone as if it’ll start moving on its own

You angrily sigh, snatching it up before finally writing the text you’ve been thinking about sending

(F/N): Hi

Bakugo: what do you want?

Ouch, for some reason that hurts a little after not talking in so long. You know not to take it too seriously though, you’re just glad he replied so fast

Bakugo is also mentally smacking himself for saying something like that right off the bat

(F/N): I was just wondering…

(F/N): Can we talk?

The boy stares at the message, of course he does, the awkward silence that’s been going on between the two of you has been miserable even if he didn’t want to admit it. He scoffs, finally deciding to reply after a few minutes

Bakugo: Ok

(F/N): okay! you want me to go to yours?

Bakugo: That’s fine

Bakugo: Actually, meet me on the roof in 10

Bakugo throws his phone down. He shoves his face into his pillow, screaming

He had no idea what to expect

Heading up to the rooftop, he’s surprised to find you there waiting for him first. He stands there for a moment, watching your hair flow in the gentle night breeze. You’re holding your knees up to your chest, shivering. You were cold

He scoffs, shrugging off his zip up hoodie

You’re shocked when a soft, warm fabric drapes your shoulders. Looking up, Bakugo is looking away from you “dumbass, you didn’t bring a sweater? if it weren’t for me you’d freeze to death” you giggle, exceedingly happy to finally hear him speak to you again

“Hello to you too” he ignores your greeting, taking a seat next to you to enjoy the view as well

“What’s wrong with you?” He speaks up after an uncomfortable few minutes of silence, you sit up straight “Me?! What’s wrong with you?!” Bakugo’s eyebrows furrowed and he shouts back “there’s nothing wrong with me idiot!” He turns to glare at you but he’s surprised when his eyes are met with your smiling face. He looks away “the hell you smiling for weirdo?” You notice the pink tint on the tip of his ears

“I guess.. I just missed you” now it’s his turn to sit up straight, he feels chills run up his body but he equates it to the coldness of the night

He says nothing at first, before looking back at you. You’re now looking up at the sky, a content look on your face. Your eyes are sparkling, and your skin is glowing. He shakes his head, not wanting to think of anything like that before you break the silence again

“the moon sure is beautiful, hm?”

Damnit. Once again, bakugo is speechless. Did you really say that?

He’s brought back to a moment in grade school

~~~

“I’m gonna confess to the person I love just like that!” You point at the movie the two of you decided to watch, bakugo looks at you in disgust “ew I did not need to know that you freak” you pout “come on wouldn’t it be so sweet?!” He shoves your face away from his as you swoon “whatever just get off me” you pout once again

~~~

He’s brought back to reality by the way you turn to look at him once more. This look in your eyes makes him feel uneasy, unfamiliar, but he can’t look away.

“yeah.. I guess”

Your eyes sparkle, you look back up up to the sky before mustering up the courage

You grab his hand that’s next to yours

He doesn’t do anything, he stays there, still as a rock before you speak up again

“I know you heard what me and the girls said that night” he meets your gaze, and you’re giving him a serious look that almost freaks him out but he lets you continue

“I didn’t want that to change our friendship, but I guess I was too scared that you’d hate me-“

“In what world would I hate you?”

His voice is so soft it makes your heart beat skip, and now it’s your turn to be freaked out about the serious look in his eyes

“Well I- uh. You see-!” You slap yourself, bakugo is taken aback and is about to question you until you finally say what you’ve been wanting to say for years

“Bakugo Katsuki, Im in love with you!”

There it is. That determined look in your eyes that the boy has never gotten sick of, your breathing is heavy and you’re avoiding eye contact at all costs, but you did it. You fucking said it

“I realized it after we stopped talking, I mean how stupid and cliche is that huh? You never know what you have until it’s gone? God what’s wrong with me, I just needed to tell you because it’s better to try you know?! I don’t wanna fuck up what we have, I mean shit it’s been so long you know. God I ruin everything I’m sorry forget I-“

“Stop talking, you sound like that stupid Deku, god you need to stop hanging around him so much”

You freeze up. You peek a glance to bakugo, he’s kept the same serious look on his face

“You didn’t even give me a chance to reply, dumbass”

His grip on your hand tightens, and he intertwines his fingers with yours. You stop breathing

“I don’t know shit about.. love.. or whatever, I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me, I can’t place it but the way you.. god, ugh..” he grits his teeth, his cheeks tainted pink, eyebrows furrowed and clearly angry but embarrassed

“God damn it (F/N) you drive me fucking crazy! It feels fucking stupid to just call it some dumb shit like love, it’s like you’re messing with my head all the time, I don’t fucking understand these.. these.. shit! you-” he meets your gaze, and his own softens

“I just can’t.. lose you, yknow?”

So he feels the same way you do, then. you lean your head on his shoulder, and he doesn’t back away

“You’d never lose me, Katsuki” the use of his first name makes his stomach flip. He wants to stay like this

He wants more moments like this

“We.. we don’t have to rush things, and I won’t force you to share your feelings with me, I think that’s something you should figure out on your own” he scoffs, he doesn’t need to figure shit out

“(F/N)” he says your name matter of factly, you lift your head to look up at him before you feel something soft on your lips

Your eyes go wide, you stiffen up until his hand grazes your cheek gently. As if he was scared you’d break under his touch. You shut your eyes, trying to relax into the kiss

Shakily, you snake your arms around his neck, and he deepens his embrace

Passion, fear, so many emotions and words that could never be said were being spoken through this moment. Everything he’s wanted to say to you, you could feel through the way his lips enveloped your own, the way he gently caressed your back in a comforting manner. All of his feelings, you understood

He’s the one who separates first, you’re left in a daze as he avoids your eyes once more

“That’s all you’re getting out of me, don’t expect more” you giggle, making bakugo look back at you

“Don’t fucking laugh at me you little-“

“Bakugo” he stops, looking at you skeptically, you smile back at him “from now on.. let’s just be us, no more holding back, no more secrets” you tilt your head at him, the gesture makes his own heart skip a beat and his palms are sweatier than usual

“Y-yeah.. whatever I don’t fucking care”

He gives your hand a squeeze “one day, when im number one,..” his red eyes pierce your own “I’ll make you mine, you got that?” You nod, a little flustered at his declaration before gathering up even more courage than before

“What’re you-“ you cut him off with a kiss to the cheek, then a kiss to the forehead, bakugo is getting increasingly more red by each kiss you place on his face and you back away to look at him. he’s got that same scowl on his face that’s a touch softer “the hell was that-“ you cut him off again with a kiss to the lips once more

This time, hes the one who’s frozen in shock, you cup his cheek in your hand, deepening the kiss slightly before you break it. Bakugo almost wants to pull you in for more but all he can give you is a blank expression as you whisper in his ear

“I’m already yours”

He can’t even muster up any words before you’re standing up, pretending like your face isn’t on fire . “Okay! Let’s head inside it’s getting too cold, how about I make us some tea yeah?” He just watches intently as you make your way to the door before following you, wordlessly he grabs your hand as you continue your speech about the different types of teas and what he’d like. You smile when he grabs your hand again, and he smiles when you squeeze his gently

…

“Aw man I lost!” When the door shuts, 4 people emerge from various hiding spots amongst the roof

Mina saunters over to the three boys before holding out her hand “pay up losers” she sings to them, begrudgingly the three place several yen dollars into her hand

You were the one to confess first, after all, looks like her and Kaminari’s sleepover plan worked

~~~

“I’m glad you and kacchan are back to normal, (f/n)” at lunch, about two weeks after the roof incident, you’re sitting with midoriya, you give him a happy look, nodding “yep! better than ever me and him” you can’t stop the blush from forming on your face, you’re saved by a familiar voice

“Oi (F/N)” you look up and grin, he stands there with his scowl. Usually, you’d get up and follow him to eat lunch alone together, but this time you decided otherwise

“Let’s sit here today Katsuki!” You beam at him, he wants to argue with you but he decides it’s not worth it, he groans before pouting as he plops in the seat next to you, you smile “wow, no yelling today bakubro?” Kirishima smirks at bakugo, before Bakugo can retort, Kaminari, unfortunately, starts up again

“You two sure are close nowadays~” Bakugo glares daggers at Kaminari “mind your business you rat” his fist slams the table. under the table, you feel his hand take yours, entwining your fingers “nothings fuckin changed” he mutters. you glance at him, smiling as he begins to eat his food

The conversations moves forward, and throughout Bakugo, or you, have yet to let go of the others hand, like it’s naturally this way as you speak amongst your friends

‘Yeah…’ you think to yourself, stealing glances , admiring his crimson red eyes, his spiky blonde hair, and the way he sends quick retorts back to your other classmates when they annoy him

He glances at you, admiring your infectious laugh, your soft hair, your glowing aura, you

Yeah, nothings changed

End

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Sorry about spelling mistakes I did not realize this would be this long, I thought of the sleepover thing and thought it would be funny and then boom it spiraled out of control

Hope you enjoyed! This is my first time posting a oneshot here so im kinda nervous pls be nice to me ;-;

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Brunch with the ladies…|

“She was talking about, my man my man my man, whole time mind you, her man had downloaded Grindr in order to see hole and I only found out because he matched with Autumn and asked if he was down to fuck. Whole time even after I told her and sent the screen shots that Autumn sent me when he figured out who the dude was, she had the nerve to say and I quote ‘Aaliyah don't be jealous bitch because you can't keep a man even as a whore’, mind you she only made her goal for that week because I invited her to do a double with me.’” Aaliyah is busy telling a story about her acquaintance that she sometimes works doubles with.

The table erupts in laughter, and for once in five months, you feel alive. It's been forever since you left the house without worrying about Omari. Johnny had insisted that you go and have a girl's day with your friends, and he was gonna have a guy's day with his mini-me. Sure, you were apprehensive about the whole ordeal, leaving Omari with his father while you went to therapy, or got your hair and nails done was one thing. Each little outing would be done and completed within three hours. Brunch with the girls, though? That was damn near an all-day thing. You four would meet at some ritzy ditzy outdoor place and order bottomless drinks and food. Trade dating stories about your sex lives, talk about family drama as if you four didn't all grow up within walking distance of each other, complain about missed connections and give opinions on flavors of the week. Then after the bill was fought over because one of you always wanted to treat the other three, you'd all stumble out, find some boutique or mall and make questionable clothing purchases, only to find yourselves back in an open patio restaurant for an early dinner, trying to chase away a brunch time hangover.

You hadn't done this in months. It was like breaking through an endless wave of depression and depersonalization. You didn't feel the immediate tug of motherhood. Instead, you felt like…well you again. Loud, fun, flirty (the cute guy at the bar had sent you and the girls drinks all because you smiled so pretty at him), and most of all like a whole person and not some milk dispenser.

Your name cut through the laughter and huffs as the girls all calmed down. Rosette was beaming at you from behind her glass. She waits until the table is quiet before she begins, “So tell us all about John and how he's been these past few weeks?”

You shift in your seat as everyone stares at you, “what is there to tell?” You sip your mimosa and sigh, it's been so long since you've drank but Johnny had insisted you do that. He'd taken the liberty to research the best formula for Omari and said in that sweet Scottish accent, that his mini-me would be fine for a day without milk from the source.

“Well one, you aren't sleeping with him, right?” Aaliyah snarks. She raises an eyebrow, “Just wanting to make sure.”

“No…we aren't doing that. Truth be told, I like having John around. My only issue is that he's an NDA soldier, and suddenly, all the cameras and the privacy film on the windows make sense.” You sigh. Just as expected, the girls all stare in shock. “He wants us to move somewhere else, safe and secure. It was an argument, really.”

“Well you aren't married to him, so you don't need to.” Jay sips her drink with a frown, “He isn't trying to make you stay out in the middle of nowhere, right?”

“Some little village out in the highlands, an hour or so from his own family.” You snort, your eyes don't miss how everyone cringes. You all have the same experience, growing up in some middle of nowhere commune, land bought by four well decorated and wanted black-ops soldiers that wanted to hide their families. Homeschooling done by your mothers, every outsider vetted carefully, the small town didn't really trust you all but accepted your strange clan.

It's Rosette that places a hand on top of yours, “It'll be fine, I'm sure if you explain your reservations, he'll understand.”

“Other than that, he and I have been fine.” You quickly change the subject, “He has started taking me and Omari out to do what he explains is his idea of family activities. You know the zoo, aquarium, and picnics at the park.” You strategically leave out that for the past two weeks, he's been staying at your place. He takes night duty with Omari and only wakes you to breastfeed so you don't wake up with sore and swollen breasts.

You leave out that Johnny speaks with your mom as much as his own. While he doesn't particularly enjoy speaking with your stern father, he does, and he's respectful. Sure, the girls know that he pays for your hair and nails, but they don't ever need to know that he helps regulate you after a hard therapy session. Holding you close in a tight hug, whispering that he's got you and that you aren't failing your son and that you are indeed a good mother and an even better woman. Calming your fears that your family will only see you as irresponsible for making Omari without being married.

Your three best friends don't need to know any of the emotional episodes you have when your hormones become too much, and Omari demands all of you. When you feel wrung out with nothing to give him and it's Johnny who has been picking up those pieces. They don't need to know that he has planted himself into your life as much as his son's and that you've let him practically move into your apartment.

“Adorable that he's doing daddy duties.” Rosette smiles.

‘Yeah’ you think. ‘Adorable’. You clear your throat and grin at Rosette and look to Aaliyah, "How did that double date go the other week with Kyle and Simon?”

Rosette sighed dreamily, “Other than Aaliyah trying to fight the chef and getting the four of us banned from that restaurant. I think Kyle might be the one.”

Jay snorted, “How did that happen?” She places her arm around Rosette and glances at her “And you sure you want the other military guy to be the one?”

Aaliyah only shrugged and didn't even look like she was ashamed. That was your best friend though, “Look, he asked for medium well steak, and they brought that man well done steak, and he was just gonna suffer through it silently. I wasn't about to let anyone eat that dry ass steak and then pay for it? Fuck out of here!”

Rosette still had heart in her eyes, twirling her hair around her finger. She had recently dyed the end of her locks a pretty shade of deep red. “I can overlook him being in the military. He likes me for me, warts and all.”

You smiled at her, “Get to know him a bit longer, we gotta make sure it isn't dick-matism”

Chapter 6: The Soap Chapter 🧼

Johnny had settled into his new life as a dad. Sure, when he started his leave, he didn't expect to be a dad. When he looked at Omari, stared into his pretty blue eyes, brushed his fingers through his curly hair, and held his tiny little hand; well, Johnny knew he had to be better in all aspects of his life. The mother of his son had done such a remarkable job without him for a year and four months. He wants, no, needs to take care of them both and give them a good life.

He still felt a pang of sadness and anger at himself for sneaking out and not staying to at least leave you his number or Instagram. Often, his mind would wander back to the night you had both made Omari. He thinks about the wild night you shared. The way your eyes stared at him as if you didn't want to be anywhere else but with him, drinking and bar hopping, playing pool, and taking shots off of each other. He replays in his mind the kiss that broke the damn. That moment was frozen in his psyche, engraved in his mind as a core memory. He was tipsy then, too smitten by you to understand that he had found what he teased and secretly envied Price for having.

Having Omari Malachi- God willing, you let him change both of your last names - MacTavish - just made him want the whole thing all at once. Him always being in the line of danger made him want to speed run everything and break his Captain’s record of getting married in four months. If you had him, he'd get married at the court house and deal with his mother's and sister's ire later.

He's on base with Omari, his little bairn strapped to his chest. The past two weeks he's been staying off base with you and his wee one, crashing on the couch and taking night shifts and then more often just taking the brunt of the work with Omari, insisting that you rest. Every cry his son let out was met with him picking him up and setting him right, and if he could swing it, done without having to wake his Chuilein.

Most of the other soldiers on base and in the hallways stop and give him a double take. There's a sense of pride that swells in his chest as he catches the way people stare at his son. People stare with shock because there's no way Soap is carrying a babe on his chest! He gets to Price's office and hears the gruff sound of Simon talking.

“I've never actually been told before that my mask wearing was a sign of anxiety and complex ptsd…the woman is a pain in my ass.” He is complaining, which is a rare thing that he seldom does.

Instantly Johnny knows who he is talking about. His friend is referring to the date he was swindled to go on by Kyle the other week. Shaking his head, he knocks on the door and when he enters, it's to his Captain and Lieutenant looking over papers. “From what mah lassie says,” Johnny grins widely, “Aaliyah actually likes ye or she would've charged ye for the hours after the agreed upon date ended.”

Price chuckles at the glare that Simon sends him before looking at the squirming baby strapped to his chest. His mustache twitches and lips pull into a smile, “So that's him, huh?”

“Yeah,” He pulls Omari out of his wrap and promptly drops him into Simon's lap, “Meet mah boy Omari M MacTavish.”

Upon getting put in Simon's lap, Omari immediately goes for his mask. His chubby little fingers are trying and failing to grip onto the fabric. He squeals and settles on patting his face and trying to eat the mask instead by placing his mouth on Simon's cheek.

“How did she come up with the name Omari?” Simon asks. He's careful with the boy, squishing his cheeks. “Don't try to eat my mask…it's my second skin.” To which Omari only doubles down and babbles away.

He plops down in the open seat next to Simon with a shrug, “She said she picked it ‘cause he looked like an Omari an’ Malachi got pushed inta being his middle name.” He smiles at his son, “an’ he looks like an Omari.” His eyes trail over to the papers on the desk, “aren't we on leave? We have like three more weeks left?”

Price sighs and shakes his head, “Laswell needs us for an op, so we may need to cut it short.” He at least looks apologetic, “estimate on moving out is next week.”

Johnny feels his blood run cold because it's currently Monday, and he's got a week or less to make sure his girl and son will be okay. He thinks back to the argument that he and you had three days ago. He had finally sat you down and told you what he did, how his missions were dangerous, and that he's made enemies in high places. That part, he was surprised that you took well, you didn't flinch and really only sighed with resignation. It was when he asked you to move out to be near his family, to let him set you and Omari up in a small village, that you snapped and told him no. The conversation devolved into him being a bit more stern than he wanted and you raising your voice. He tried to explain that your second floor flat wasn't safe, that he would feel better moving you somewhere more secure, and it would keep his nerves from being shot when he was gone.

“John, I'm not letting you just show up and tell me that I need to let your choice in a high-risk career dictate my life.” You had said when the argument calmed down. You had been telling him repeatedly that you weren't leaving your very public job, you weren't going to be in some little village, and you definitely were not just going to do whatever he said.

“Steamin’ Jesus, that's gonna be a fun one.” He runs his fingers through his hair and notes that he needs to give himself a cut. “Chuilein may actually murder me.” He gives his captain a pleading look.

Simon grunts, “You said that she was okay with your work. So I don't think she's going to kill you.”

“She's gonna kill me, but not fo’ the reason ye think.” He reaches over and pulls Omari into his arms, “She's got some important event next week with her boss an’ some client an’ I already agreed that I'd keep Mini for the week while she travels.”

Price raises both brows in shock, “What exactly does she work as?”

“Some type of assistant at a talent agency.” He says, “Captain, how do you tell the Missus when you have ta ship out?”

Price laughs a bit before leaning back in his chair, “I usually take my wife out to do something fun or a nice night in before we ship out. Make some good memories in case things happen.”

It's a sobering thought that puts his new life perspective. He looks down at Omari and frowns. He doesn't plan on dying and leaving his family anytime soon. “Thanks for the advice, Captain.”

Seemingly not pleased with his dad and the change of mood, Omari starts babbling and squealing. Patting his face and giving him a gummy smile. Johnny sighs with a smile, “ So like…I also kinda wan’ tae ken what do I have tae do ta make sure Mini and his mam will be safe and taken care of if somethin’ happens ta me?”

Price and Simon both look at each other. They know that Johnny had gone through a quick and rushed lifestyle change. He declines going to the pub more often, opting to be with his son and his girl (as he puts it). He most recently started the habit of staying off base and where he normally would have had a short fling by now, which obviously didn't happen. He by no means is awkward, normally just saying whatever he wants and laughing off any and everything. Seeing him actually act like a dad was the same as seeing him rapidly mature, almost overnight.

Simon shrugged his shoulders, “You should elope with her. That way, you get on base housing, she doesn't have to move far and she is in a secure area while you're gone, and she's entitled to all the support a spouse married to a serviceman gets.”

“Now Simon, why would you-” John begins.

“That's a solid idea. I'll phrase it just like that, and she'll have no choice but to go along with it.” Johnny is smiling. Sure, it won't be traditional. It may even come off as ‘odd’ but he would get to be married to his Chuilein. Both her and his baby would be safe, and should anything happen, he knows his widow will be okay.

John only sighs. He knows that's going to create a row in the young man's life. While he hasn't met the woman that has his sergeant's heart, he does hear about the off the wall way she acts. So he leaves Johnny to the very bad idea and the lesson he's about to learn about trying to talk a woman into marriage.

Johnny spends the rest of the day hanging out in Price's office until he leaves with Simon to go figure out lunch. Omari hasn't napped yet, and he's pleased because that means his Mini-me will sleep through most of the night. Conversation, as always between him and his lieutenant, flows naturally up until Simon says something that's somewhat out of character for him.

They ended up off base in some shitty little restaurant that actually serves decent food. Omari has taken a full liking to playing with the salt and pepper shakers, fighting tooth and nail when his dad tries to wrestle them away.

“Johnny?” Simon says after taking a long sip of his beer.

“Yeah?” He doesn't really take his eyes off his son for too long.

“Don't go saying this to anyone…but I actually enjoyed the date that Kyle roped me into.” Simon mumbles.

This takes him off guard, “wait, really? I thought ye hated it.”

“Yes I hated the fancy place Kyle picked out trying to impress his bird…hated the food, and almost hated the alcohol.” He takes a deep sigh and drinks the rest of his beer. Then hurriedly, his mask is pulled back down onto his face. “It was after Kyle and Rosette left…”

Johnny nodded his head following along, “So ye didn' like the date but liked what the idea of the date?” He was a bit confused.

Simon huffs, and Johnny can tell that he's uncomfortable with whatever emotion he is feeling. His friend is tapping the table with his index finger and is staring at him like he's supposed to just know what's ailing him. It takes a moment, but he thinks over the conversation, and he thinks about what he's heard about that double date from his girl. Then it hits him.

“Simon…mate…did you sleep with her on the first night?” He asks and leans in close. He covers Omari's ears to shield him from his words.

Simon only grunts, “I did…after she told me that I should either see a therapist or get a vice stronger than cigarettes and liquor, because I fuck like I have trauma issues…that's where the comment about the mask came from.” He looks away from Johnny and doesn't say much more.

“Jesus…she's a piece of work, want me to say somethin’” Johnny feels incredulous.

Simon still won't look back at him, “Hm…I want you to convince your bird to convince Aaliyah to go on a second date with me.”

Johnny only blinks, completely and utterly thrown from a loop…because what? He shakes his head and smiles, “I'll see what I can do.”

a.n: so yeah this was the Johnny Chapter! Next Chapter we will be doing something different. Also I know my other stories haven't been updated (sweats) but I'm in a writer's block and for some reason I'm only able to write comedy or romance right now. Angst just isn't happening the way I need it too and I'm sorry yall 😔.

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[nycbaby21]

Hottest guy in the bar

prompt: Trevor thinks you are looking at him, but you are really looking at Cole

word count:1,250

“Okay your turn Y/n,” Harper says swirling her sparkly drink around with the tiny umbrella it came with. “Guys you know I hate this game,” I say with a huge sigh. “C’mon, you have to. Rules are rules,” Melody responds giving me a look. Two years ago one night when we went out, we created a game. You give each other a category and they have to pick someone in the room who you would choose for said category. It was a stupid game but what can you expect when three drunk girls try to make a girl’s night more “exciting.”

Rolling my eyes, I do a quick glance around and my eyes stop on a table of four guys who look around our age. “Okay if I have to pick, I’d say him with the grey shirt,” I tilt my head in the general direction of them. “Okay, solid choice. I would have gone for the long-haired one but it wasn’t my question,” Harper laughs looking over at them. “Is it just me or are all of them like really hot,” Melody asks just plain out staring their way. “Stop it before they notice us looking,” I slap her arm, which does nothing. “May be too late for that hunny,” Harper smiles and points over to the table we had been gawking at. All four of them looked our way, some with smug looks.

The trio of us look at each other and start laughing. I can still feel their eyes every once in a while, I blush at the sudden attention. “Okay, it’s someone else’s turn,” I say downing the rest of my drink. “So Harp, who would make the best sugar daddy,” Mel says wiggling her eyebrows. Our table is once again filled with laughter, which gains attention from more than just the table of guys. “Definitely polo shirt at the bar,” she says and we all turn to look his way. “I cannot with you two tonight. I need another drink,” I laugh heading to the bar. “Don’t lie Y/n, we know you are really going up there for him,” they joke and I flipped them out while walking away.

As I am ordering my drink I feel a presence behind me. I scoot over to make room for them thinking they are just ordering a drink like me. “Why hello there,” I hear a deep voice say and I turn and see the longer-haired guy Harper was looking at earlier. “Hi,” I laugh and peek behind him seeing his friends all looking our way. “I’m Trevor. And who might you be,” his voice is filled with flirtation. “Oh uhm I’m Y/n. Nice to meet you, Trevor,” I say reaching around him to grab my drink.

 “So I’ll just cut to the chase. I saw you guys checking us out. Was wondering if I could get your number,” he asks with a wink. I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at him, which he took in a very good way. He stepped a little closer to me and smiled. “I’m so sorry. We weren’t checking you out. Well kinda but not in the way you think,” I say trying to be as nice as possible. After explaining the game he laughed too and I felt so relieved.

“Well I can’t say I’m not offended, but I think I’ll live,” he jokes putting his hand on his chest with a pout. “Oh, I am so sure that you will,” I laugh heading back to the table after telling him bye.”Dude sit the hell down and spill,” Harper says pulling me down. “He saw us pointing and giggling at them and wanted to come shoot his shot I guess,” I say shrugging taking a swig of my drink. “So that Greek god of a man asked you out and you said no,” she asks with a dumbfounded look on her face. Melody laughs so hard that she almost snorts. “I mean he is good looking but just not for me,” I shrug. She reaches over and puts a hand on my forehead checking for a fever. I laugh and push her hand off me. “I didn’t get his number for me. But after I told him I wasn’t interested he left this for you,” I smile and pass his number over to her.

She squealed and did a happy dance in her seat. “So he wanted Y/n originally, and now he wants you and that is okay,” Melody questions laughing. “Hell, I’d want her too if I was him. I’m happy to be the second choice for her,” she grins reaching across the table and pinching my cheek. We continued to talk and drink until we finally decided to call it. “I’ll pay the tab if you guys grab the Uber,” I say heading to the bar. “So we meet again,” Trevor laughs. I see him with another guy from the table. “Jack,” he reaches out to shake my hand. “Y/n,” I respond shaking it back. “Also thank you so much for humbling him. Really highlight of my night,” he laughs slapping Trevor on the chest. I roll my eyes laughing at the two while waiting for my card back.

“So you told me about the game, but I never got the question they asked you that Cole was the answer to,” the taller boy said leaning his back against the bar. A small blush creeps up onto my cheeks. “Oh, that. Uhm the question was who do you think the hottest person in the room was,” I smile at the bartender for handing me my card. I sign my receipt and grab a napkin writing my number quickly before I chickened out. “Actually could you give this to him for me,” I smile shyly pushing the napkin their way. “No promises,” Trevor winks turning to head back to the table. “I’ll make sure he gets it. For what it’s worth Cole is a really good guy,” Jack says with a smile and heads back.

I give the table one last glance before heading outside to meet the girls. I see the guy who I now know is named Cole smiling really big and blushing. We make eye contact and I give him a big smile and a wave heading outside. We all three get settled in the car deciding to head back to Melody’s place since it was closer. A small buzz interrupts our small talk and I pull out my phone.

Xxx-xxx-xxxx: If it’s any consultation I thought you were the hottest person in the room too ❤️

Xxx-xxx-xxx: this is Cole by the way

Pretty girl at the bar 🩷: yeah I kind of guessed that. and I guess it’s a good thing my friends made me play that stupid game tonight

Cole🔥🥵: well I’m glad my stupid friends made me go out tonight

Pretty girl at the bar 🩷: well here’s to stupid friends and stupid games 🥂

The two of us continued texting the whole night, which continued into the text day. Slowly going from texting to calling, and then calling to Facetime. I learned very quickly that Jack was right, Cole was a really good guy. Every time we walked I started to like him more and more. We had already planned a date for the next weekend.  And I couldn’t help but be happy for my friends dragging me out for a girl’s night and playing our dumb game.

[bengiyo]

The Miracle of Teddy Bear Ep 2 Stray Thoughts

Last week, a teddy bear named Tofu, who belonged to a likely-gay screenwriter named Nut, came to life suddenly as a very hot doppelganger of a senior Nut once had a crush on named Neung. Nut's mom wanted Tofu to stay with them after Nut thought he was a thief and chased him, ending in Nut accidentally hitting him with his car. With the help of all the other sentient furniture, Tofu is determined to figure out why he's come to life, what's his connection to a possibly-comatose man, and how he can go back to being a bear. Nut's friend Gen seems to be on a romance track with a younger motorcycle rider, and there's a female colleague in unrequited love with Nut. Nut's mom is seemingly mentally unwell, and this stresses Nut. Nut's dog Khunchai also has huge mutual beef with Tofu.

Oh wow. How often does mom see her dead husband hanging around?

Ah yes. It's time for the nosy neighbors to get involved with their wild speculation.

Okay, so I did finish this on a plane, but taking notes was not really doable, so I'll just muse on some things.

First, Saen. What the fuck??? Is he alive? Is this the same dude? Why does Nut think he's dead, and the mom refuses to accept that he's gone?

Second, the neighbor lady. That was mean as fuck??? She helped Tofu just to be rude, and then got all her feelings hurt when she got her ass handed to her.

Third, Tarn. What a diabolical play from the company he's protesting to pay his medical expenses to hurt his image, and is he actually Saen's nephew?

Fourth, the pitch plotline. Very unsubtle commentary about BL avoiding serious storytelling in favor of maximizing bubbly feelings. I like that Nut pushed back on the idea that first love is purely joyous and sweet, but don't know how I feel about his boss clocking him for it.

Fifth, Tofu. It bothers me that he has gotten hurt in both episodes so far but doesn't seem to feel much about it. I am also curious if being dizzy from seeing a spinning solution is going to wake Tarn up again. He tried this week, but he has no idea what's going on.

Sixth, Neung. It seems like Nut maybe didn't get very far with Neung before and that's why he's being cagey about Tofu's resemblance? I do like that Inn is playing Neung differently from Tofu. They have completely different demeanors.

Seventh, Na. Girl, what do you know that you've refused to process all these years?

Eighth, the two guy neighbors. They feel married. I hope they won't be problems like the other lady.

That's all for now!

[beauregardlionett]

just like candy on my lips

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Yasha fumbled the door handle, and all but broke the door off the hinges as she stumbled out the front of the bar. The humid night air smacked her in the face, less of a relief from the stuffy interior than she would have liked. But she hardly focused on the atmosphere.

Shouting behind her, somehow louder than the thrumming bass from the speakers, chased after her. Yasha swung the door back with as much force as she could muster. At best, it would hit her pursuers in the face—at minimum, it would slow them down. Yasha broke into a sprint, ducking around a clueless gaggle of drunk college girls who cheered and screamed at her as she passed. They were not loud enough to drown out the angry shouting that was much closer.

Yasha made it to the corner of the block and cut a sharp left down the next street. She passed a narrow alley opening, pivoted on her heel, and ducked into it, just barely fitting through.

She had approximately three seconds to realize it was a dead end and her sprinting would lead to nowhere before someone slipped out of a back entrance. They stepped directly into Yasha’s path and ended up with Yasha’s full body weight slamming into them.

“Hey!” A gruff voice shouted as the person stumbled back, miraculously not unconscious on the ground. “What the fuck?”

Yasha stumbled to a stop, opened her mouth to apologize, and froze. The shouts of her pursuers were behind her. Panicked, Yasha reached out and grabbed the figure’s wrist in the dim. Pushing them up against the nearby wall with her other hand on their cheek, Yasha crowded into their space and slid her thumb over their lips. She had just enough space to whisper a frantic “sorry” before pressing her lips against her thumb between them.

Whoever this poor person was went still, every line of their body was rigid with tension against Yasha. She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling horrible, but hoping they stayed still long enough for those guys to pass. Yasha kept the back of her head toward the mouth of the alley, long hair hiding both her face and her unwilling accomplice.

Thankfully, Yasha heard the angry voices pause at the mouth of the alley for only a few seconds before moving on. The shouting faded and Yasha quickly pulled back, dropping her hands and stepping out of the other person’s space.

“I’m so sorry,” Yasha said immediately, holding her hands up. “Those guys were chasing me and my friend told me once that public displays of affection get people to pay less attention to you because it makes them uncomfortable and I panicked so—”

“Hey, slow down first,” they said, cutting Yasha off. “No harm done, since you didn’t actually kiss me.”

Yasha exhaled a shaky breath, lowering her hands as the person stepped away from the wall and into the dim light from further down the alley.

Oh shit. A woman. A hot woman.

“Why were those dudes chasing you, anyway?” She looked Yasha up and down appraisingly. “And why were you running? You look like you could hold your own.”

Yasha scrambled to gather her wits and stop staring at the muscled expanse of torso exposed by a flattering crop top. She ran an unsteady hand through her windswept hair and chuckled awkwardly.

“I uh...punched one of them at the bar. Down the street. But I like that place and I didn’t want to get banned. So they tried to start a fight, and I ran.”

The woman tossed her head back and laughed, loud and bright. Yasha definitely did not stare at the way it exposed the long slope of her neck. And she for sure did not notice the fine sheen of sweat reflecting off the dim alley glow. That would be ridiculous.

“I’m Beau, by the way,” the woman - Beau - said. She stuck out a hand with a crooked, confident grin and Yasha’s gut swooped.

“Yasha,” she managed, taking hold of Beau’s hand. Her calloused palms slid roughly against Yasha’s, and she spotted the darkened hue of bruises on Beau’s knuckles. It was hotter than Yasha thought it had the right to be.

“Yasha,” Beau repeated, rolling her name over her tongue like she was savoring the taste of it, like the syllables were a piece of candy. Yasha wasn’t turned on by that, nope. No way. “Wanna grab something to eat with me? I’m fucking starving.”

“Huh?” Yasha croaked eloquently. “Oh! Yes, yeah. Yes, absolutely.”

“Great,” Beau grinned. Yasha realized abruptly they were still holding hands when Beau used her grip to pull herself closer to Yasha. There was a spark deep in those stunning blue eyes that even a lack of light couldn’t smother.

“Maybe after that, you can kiss me for real this time.”

Yasha had never agreed to anything faster in her life.

[the-goddess-711]

Dating- Shating

Last fifteen days have been an overwhelming journey. I met 5 different men and went on six dates and it has been a journey of mixed emotions. The first date I went on, I didn’t have any expectations and it went as a lot of fun- like a friend to hang out with. Sure we didn’t exchange numbers or connect again, because we both knew that we met to have a good fun time. 

 I was smitten by the second date because of his mannerisms and his interest in me, which fizzled out quickly like soda on a summer day. They give and then they take it all. He was hot because I thought he was (dumbass pheromones), then realised dude had below average intelligence and wore crocs and ankle length jeans and texted like a fish. I know I deserve better so I walked out. Dude messaged like he was all in the first two days, then withdrew like an ATM thereafter. I asked once, then figured he was just disinterested, and I knew my worth better than standing around and waiting for someone who had an EQ of a carrot. Never invest in such energy which only takes away from you. Women, have so much to give, give it someone who will also give back to you in abundance.

The third date was good, but dude just rushed his tongue in my mouth and i drove to the closest bakery to just throw up. We flirted, we walked and we had the best time, but I expected him to understand when I said we can only kiss on the cheek and not force himself in such a manner. 

Next date was fun, what a sweet kiss on the cheek too, but dude was a loser who dumped my friend after their engagement and didn’t think it important to tell me when I mentioned about my engagement being called off; dick move? Dick move! He wailed about how his ex-cheated on and played the victim card.  Having gone through something similar, I knew better than going out with this guy and unmatched with him. 

My next date was a total “steal”, dude bragged about having learnt his sex moves from a friend who consulted a prostitute. He was a step closer to calling himself the sex god because of how girls have confessed they want to marry him, after one “wonderful time” in bed. He wouldn’t shut up about living or travelling to the USA and literally had no interest in me or my profession or my life. He was sure as hell interested in my ex and why we called off nine years; "but why?" I ended up paying the dinner bill, because my shrimp was expensive, and he bad mouthed all his dates for whom he paid. I had to make this dude understand that dating a neurosurgeon like him was still a liability and girls deserve better than an arrogant loser who bragged about his sex moves on the first date. He described himself as charismatic and I tried really hard to be mesmerized by his PUMA jacket in Bangalore’s 36 degree humidity and his narcissistic ass dragging me around Bangalore Streets like we were on a mission. 

Dating is exhausting. The mind games you play with these boys takes me back to High School. Why do boys never graduate from the idea of chasing and being chased? You like a girl? Tell her and commit to it and take it forward from there. Where are the real men with real feelings and real intentions? Everyone is just so afraid of being vulnerable and showing their true side and having their feelings exposed. Why? So what if that one girl broke your heart years ago, learn from it and heal yourself and move on. You boys have caused more damage to women, who actually heal from the trauma and know what they want and put themselves out there. You play juvenile games and try to manipulate them into having some mindless animal sex and pretend like you are the stud? If you want to ultimately marry the girl your mumma shows you, should I show her your hinge profile and your unsolicited dick pictures? Maybe it would help her find a daughter in law in process within your backward community, based on her son’s preference and the asthetics of his dick.

Dating is a mess. Boys are a mess. Real men with real feeling and intention are either gay or taken or are busy with the wrong girl, paying her bills and obsessing over while she cheats on them. Work on yourself boys. Behind that fuckboi persona that you all put up, is a sensitive lad who once could love and most importantly wants to be loved. Your love doesn’t come from sexual gratification and playing mind games, it comes from owning up to your flaws, working on your issues and showing up. By the time boys translate this process,  they are in their 30s; the beautiful lush of hair has disappeared, and lack of sunscreen and skin care starts showing on their not so flawless skin and the attractive career and other attributes of your personality are mostly generic to women.  Women by this time are far out of your league and you will ultimately have to settle for what you find. Women could have multiple toys and name one after you and have the best time of their lives, without subjecting themselves to your stress and situationships. I am not hating on men here, I am hating on the process that men pick up to deal with their romantic lives and the collateral damage that they cause on the women they choose to be with. We cannot validate your sex moves or play your hot and cold texting games, we can simply return your love and affection if it comes from a genuine place and make life easier, especially in this chaotic world. 

[vindieselsfacebook-blog]

I'm really gonna go ham sharing all my dumb little GG thoughts on this current rewatch... sorry? Or you're welcome??? My friends are sick of me and everyone on reddit is extremely annoying and have no nuance. Love ya, tumblr!!!!

Max Medina is such a pushy little creep. I feel for poor overwhelmed Lorelai not really knowing what to do with herself. Max (understandably) falls completely in love at first sight with with idea of her - he wants her to be his manic pixie dream girl so bad. He pushes and pushes while she tries to maintain boundaries and once she gets enough encouragement from everyone around her and gives it a shot, he's like "wait you're right this is hard and oops there are consequences??? nvm" leaving her all jumbled up and confused and making her look like the most irresponsible one.

Then they get back together and he continues chasing this idea of who he wants her to be, getting frustrated when she shows just how human, imperfect, complicated and flawed she is. It's almost like you shouldn't get engaged after like 3 months as a bandaid for a fight over the cute diner guy??? go figure.

Also, I maintain the main reason Lorelai was so hot for Max was because he was the first dude to actually be good at going down on her. You know Christopher slobbers all over your inner thigh and expects a prize for it.

[groversimp]

The seven + Nico, Reyna, and Rachel x Bestfriend!Daughter of Apollo reader

Jason Grace

Y’all are two peas in a pod.

He 100% will buy your paintings.

And listen to you play music.

He likes it best when you play guitar to him <3

He likes to do archery competitions with you.

“Y/N! Bet $5 I can’t shoot that target better than you can!”

You guys are just living your best lives

Kinda..

He’ll bring you along on quests and stuff, but he gets pretty protective.

He just doesn’t want to see you get hurt

11/10 bestfriend, he’s amazing!

Leo Valdez

He’ll repair your instruments for you if they break <3

And he’ll make you little thingys and stuff

The teasing is IMMACULATE

Sun-related puns >>>>>

And pick-up lines

But, in the most platonic way.

“Let me call you my sunshine and my rain because you make me hot and wet” “LEO WHAT THE FU—“

You two scare the living shit outta people

Y’all just scream. For no reason. It’s scary.

He’s a good boy tho <3

Piper Mclean

She’ll let you paint her

She wants you to paint her

You want to paint her

PLEASE. PAINT. HER.

She’ll say thank you afterwards and it’ll be her most prized possession

She’s so badass

You guys do eachothers hair

And make flower crowns

Flower crowns >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

She gives the best hugs

And does amazing makeup

Like, if you need even eyeliner GO TO HER.

She makes sure you’re taking care of yourself and being kind to you

Percy Jackson

HE THINKS YOU’RE SO COOL

If you can control and manipulate light???? BADASS.

If you have the gift of prophecy he will kindly ask you to try to refrain from telling him any

Dude has too much on his plate, he can’t add knowledge of the future to that

You (jokingly) bully him for his terrible singing.

It’s so bad

His singing leaves Apollo kids shaking and trembling and scared it’s that bad /j

No but it’s not good

He watches you sing and is like ☹️

Like Jason, he’ll bring you along on quests but will try his very,very best to keep you out of harms way.

He tries his best, he really does.

Bad luck just seems to follow him sometimes

Please hug him

He loves hugs sm <3333

You get along great with Sally

You and her are like mother and daughter and it’s so funny to Percy

Annabeth Chase

You guys talk about art and architecture and crushes ALL. DAY. LONG.

You two are so chaotic together.

It scares everyone.

She’ll come over to your cabin after a long day of studying and using her brain and will just flop down on your bed.

You sing her songs about mythology

You actually get along with her siblings quite well!

Sleepovers >>>>

You try your very best to help her with her boy issues

You INSIST that Percy loves her back

And when they finally get together you feel so victorious.

“HAH! Told youu!!!”

She just groans in response, using her hand to hide the big grin on her face.

Hazel Levesque

You guys paint each others nails

And gossip about boys and girls

And brothers

(cough cough Nico and Will cough)

Y’all DEFINITELY do self care nights

And sleepovers

And just hang out together

It’s so fun.

Your head will lay in her lap while you guys sit under a tree and laugh about how obvious it is that your brothers are head-over-heels in love with eachother

Or will talk about Percy

(He’s cute, let’s admit it).

100000% Amazing bestfriend!!!

Frank Zhang

HE’S!!SO!!!SUPPORTIVE!!!!!

You and him will have archery competitions

And play fight

And sing badly along to Disney movies

It’s amazing

Sometimes people think you’re dating

Or married

It’s awkward telling others you’re not

But, aside from that y’all are completely chill!

He’s an AMAZING bestfriend

Can and will die for you

HE GIVES AMAZING HUGS

(Can you tell I’m in love with him???)

Seriously though, he’s great.

He will ALWAYS love and support you!

Please be nice to him <3

Nico di Angelo

He met you in the Apollo’s cabin once while he was waiting for Will to finish doing something.

You guys just awkwardly stared at eachother

Never speaking. Just staring.

For him it felt super awkward and uncomfortable and he was confused

For you it felt like a mutual understanding that you can and will hurt him if he hurts Will

Then you guys started getting along!

He won’t say you’re friends at first, but then will start willingly???hanging out with you????

Who would’ve guessed.

He’s beyond supportive

And you comfort him after everything that’s happened to him.

He’ll commission Leo to make you stuff

You guys 100% watch Hercules (the Disney movie) and geek out over it

And talk about Achilles and Patroclus and how they were clearly gay

Historians are just homophobic 🙄 /j

You and him are undeniably cute friends

Opposite aesthetic bestfriends fr

Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano

She will protect you at all costs.

Will drop EVERYTHING to help you

Your heart was just broken? She’s there.

You want to go get food? Hop in the car, we’re going to Wendy’s.

You wanna go on a roadtrip? We’ll stop at every Bucee’s we see.

She’s amazing <3

Stan her fr

You guys will talk about your days while she completes work and you strum your guitar

Just full on vibing

You help her fully relax a bit for once

She helps you smile

Besties 👯‍♀️

Rachel Elizabeth Dare

Just the prophecy-telling bestfriends

You guys paint and hang and gossip

Talking about crushes and cute people >>>>>

You guys most definitely make portraits of eachother

You guys just have entire galleries of paintings and sketches the other made

It’s so cute.

Chaotic best friends definitely

Others WISH they had a friendship like y’alls

2 words, platonic soulmates.

You guys are just PERFECT

Clothes shopping >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

You two are just perfect. It’s undeniable.

She’s perfect.

Y’all’s friendship is perfect.

Everything is just so sjbsshiahdhshsh <3333

But yeah,,

1 billion/10 bestie

She’s great!!!!

[katsukikitten]

This drabble turned lowkey fic...me reading/hearing about angel cunt from Jo once and trying to make it my whole personality now. LOL. Legit this was supposed to be a hot drabble thirst but we are 4k in and uh now its a fic. Please enjoy

Synopsis: Adult film star and wholly emotionally unavailable, Bakugou struggles to nut on set until he meets you, the pro cam girl, who might just be the girl of his dreams. 

Warnings: Slapping (cheek and puss), choking, mentions of nut and squirting dude this is strictly porn without plot so I’m not sure what you expect but its filth below, aye yo he’s 28

Bakugou has worked in the adult film industry for years and yet he has never had a happy ending. He never nuts and not because he takes Viagra or anything but because....well actually he doesn't know why. He loves pussy, loves cock. Loves to fuck and be fucked.

But he's only ever nutted with people he was close with and oftentimes in private. With a mountainous man arching his back as an angry ash blonde tops him. Or he’s only ever cum when he was shit faced drunk. 

Regardless, oftentimes a happy ending in a Bakugou film is coconut cream mixed with spit that falls out of the woman's or man's mouth.

So today should be a typical day at the office for Bakugou. Fruitlessly chasing his high, getting so close when someone else cums but never having it for himself. He’s set to work with someone knew. You, the star of a huge pro cam girl site. Rumor had it you had been offered a lot of money for a ONE time film with Bakugou with the contractual obligation of royalties. It was going to be such a pretty penny you planned to start retiring after the film. Only having plans of a few more live streams and rounds of nudes before you were going to call it quits and work on your dream life.

Katsuki can't lie, he's a little excited and heard you were a squirter before coming on the set. He has plans to get you to see stars within the first few scenes. Especially now that he sees you standing by the couch, fully naked, trying to hide your pretty tits. He saunters over with a smirk, butt naked himself. Lube sits on a low table beside the couch out of the shot. 

“Lemme touch you?” Somehow he makes the demanding action sound like a question. You follow his eyes to the lube and swallow thickly. Bakugou wants to lube you up so that he won’t hurt you since there isn't a lot of time for foreplay with porn sometimes. Or at least not proper foreplay in Bakugou's opinion.

"Ah yea." You seem a bit sheepish around him before clearing your throat, "Yea, you can touch me."

You lie on the lounge of the couch that's on set, the bed out of frame in case the two of you need a different surface later. Bakugou thinks he likes how your body looks and how you smell, like something fruity and floral. It makes his cock jump, which isn't abnormal. His fingers tweak at your nipples, slowly run down your sides and grip at your plush thighs. He growls a bit at how soft and supple your skin feels beneath his hot palms.

"So pretty..." He says softly, before he gently opens your legs, now growling out, "Pretty little angel cunt."

You clench and he sees how wet you are, he looks over your heated body and sees your eyes darting around. He smacks your mound lightly causing all of your attention to go to him.

"Fuck ya acting like a virgin for? I know ya aint camera shy." You look around and he follows your eyes. You watch loads of people walk around the set, some grazing at the refreshment table, others checking mics and even setting out costumes for the lengthy day of shooting in case the director needs to have some “plot” as if everyone lets the pizza delivery guy shove his sausage down their throat. You swallow thickly as you watch the director in question walk around the set, their eyes looking at angles through a rectangle with their fingers. 

“Is it the people botherin ya?” Bakugou asks, he lets his thumb gently caress the bottom of your thigh as he still holds one of your legs. 

“Uh, yea I think so…” You let out a giggle and it makes his stomach twist, “I guess I’m used to people being behind the screen.” 

“Don’t worry about them.” He grabs onto your chin, forcing you to look at him, his vermillion gaze is more intense in person, “Focus on me and only me. Got it?”

“Y-yes, sama.” You squeak and he chuckles. 

“Ya trying to hit my soft spot?” He gets on his knees, putting your leg over his shoulder as his middle finger collects slick before he rubs it against your swollen clit, “So wet for me, Kitten.” 

He tests out the name in his mouth, he cannot lie he looked into you a bit, he didn’t want to look up videos or nudes, he wanted the experience to be fresh, new.  All he was looking for was your bio or about me on your cam pages just to see what you were like. He knows you’ve never had sex with a person on camera before, only toys and the like. And he knows that in your bio you stated your favorite pet names, Kitten, Princess. 

Those just happened to be his favorite names to use.

You bite back moans, pressing your hand to your mouth and he stops his actions.

“I wanna hear ya.” He growls and you let out a breathy gasp, you couldn’t believe he was really like this in person. Hell the cameras weren’t even rolling yet, not a single eye was really on the two of you while the fit man rested on his knees before you. 

Like a God coming down to see a meer mortal.

Your pussy clenches at the thought. 

“So why are you so wet for me hah?” He turns his head to nip at your inner thigh that occasionally tenses as his fingers slip into your tight heat.

“I um…” Fuck this was embarassing, “I was nervous I wouldn’t be wet enough for the shots so I…”

“Speak up, Princess. Tell me what your perverted ass did.” His voice is sinful velvet and your guts tighten, brows furrowed and voice small you answer. 

“I watched some porn in the car and ah, fingered myself a bit.” 

“Yea?” He cocks a smile, eyes holding your gaze, “Who’d you stroke this pretty pussy to?”

“You, Katsuki.” You gasp out his name and he shudders, pre leaking from the tip of his cock. His smirk widening as he lowers himself more. 

“That’s right. You must have known that only I can make you feel good, hah?” He growls, using more possessive dialogue than he needs, especially since no one is watching. 

But he can’t help himself, something about your skin, how you clench his fingers, how you breathe his name drives him mad. 

And mad he’ll be until you’re begging him to stop and his fingers are pruned with your essence. 

You moan again, bucking into his hand and just as you’re about to cum he stops. Your whine is loud, loud enough it catches the director's attention. He was used to the sounds of Bakugou warming up the actors and actresses for the long shooting that was set for the day, so used to endless moans happening on set for the first twenty minutes before filming that he often blocked out the sound. Still he looks over and he watches Bakugou lower his head and there is this gleam in the man’s eyes that has the director silently signalling the camera men to get to work. 

Glass eyes zoom in on your heated face and on Bakugou’s as he leans over you. A man starved, finally sitting at a five star restaurant for a free meal.

“Let’s see what this angel cunt tastes like and it better be natural, Princess.” He growls before running a stripe up your slit. Your cunt convulses as you watch his eyes flutter. In all of the Bakugou films you’d seen, not once did you see his eyes do that. 

“Fuck, my little kitten, you taste so fuckin’ good.” He wants more, rubbing at your clit harshly as his fingers dip inside you. Clenching at his large digits and you cannot believe how fast you’re about to cum. 

“S-sama. I’m gonna cummm…” You whine, one hand clawing at your breast while the other claws at the couch. 

“Then do it. Soak my digits with your greedy cunt.” He bites and you do. Arching your back as you cry out, panting from the intensity of it. A shine of sweat coats your skin nicely and Bakugou smirks. Leaning down with no intent of giving you a break as he slurps up the fresh juices. He groans into your slit, fingers digging into the sweet flesh of your thighs as he spreads you open for him. He isn’t conscious of the camera angles like he normally is, no right now he was only worried about what he could see. 

He pulls your clit into his mouth, sucking harshly as his fingers thrust in and out of you. Squelching and filling the air with the sound of your arousal and your moans. You fist his hair, the other hand still grabbing onto the arm of the couch for dear life. The coil in your stomach already so tight. 

Gods in all your time as a camgirl or even with any of your ex boyfriends, or girlfriends for that matter, not one could make you cum so quickly. Or eat pussy like this. You cum again gasping out as he pushes you through another and then another. Bucking into his mouth with more fever as you get addicted to his tongue. 

Gods what were you going to do when he gave you his fat, long cock?

Die, you guessed. 

“Please...please…” You beg, high after high. He comes up for air then, and fuck did he look good. Lips smeared with your cream, your slick in his stubble on his chin while his hair looked messy from your grip. Not to mention the smirk he wore, it drove you mad. Gripping his fingers with your cunt wanting it to be more.

“Please please…” He mocks with a laugh and the sound makes you light headed, “Be patient Princess. I’ll have you creaming my cock in no time.” 

He bites at your inner thigh, breaking his own rules as he leaves a dark mark in its wake. You cry out, tears catching your lashes but he can’t help himself. Can’t help but want to mark you as you had his cock drooling onto the rug beneath him, darkening it with his want. 

His need for you. 

He stands, leaning over your body, biting at your skin here and there. Sucking harshly just to lap at the fresh bruises with his tongue, he dots your breasts and gently bites your neck. He wants to leave it unmarred despite his need to make sure the world knows exactly who you belong to. 

“Ready for me, kitten?” 

“Yes…” You mewl, and so softly he breathes into your ear, that the mic in the couch barely picks up.

“Yes, what?” He twists your nipple, pulling it harshly.

“Fuck, yes sama. Please, I want it. I want your cock.” You cry out and he gives you what you’ve been begging for. Sinking into your soaking cunt with ease. Kissing your cervix as he bottoms out, groaning out a low fuck. 

He hadn’t expected this. He’s buried himself in an endless amount of pussy and yet not one took his breath away like you. You who squirms under him desperately, clawing at his back and whining from his lack of movement. 

But fuck he feels like he can’t even move. Like he’s going to bust right there. Sac tightening form the way you milk his cock and he hasn’t even given a single thrust. 

“Gonna be the death of me.” He grumbles, kissing you, letting your tongues swirl around each other and your moans. He buries his face in your throat to both nip and to hide his flush. He gives an experimental thrust, pulling out slowly and just as his tip is about to break free he can feel your cunt sucking him back in. He grabs a pillow from the couch, shoving it beneath your beautiful ass to angle your hips and all it does is drive you absolutely insane. The angle, the feel of his cock, the breath at your neck and his groans. Fuck his groans. 

You cum as he sinks into you, slowly thrusting as his angry cock head hits your g spot over and over. Crying and clawing at his back until his pubes hit your clit just right. 

“Katsuki!” You cry out, tears falling down your face as he looks at you twitching beneath him. Eyes rolling into the back of your head from his movements. He feels his cock twitch, it almost feels like he’s about to cum. He speeds up, chasing the feeling but not truly giving in as your legs shake around his waist. 

Finally he feels it again, the ache in his cock, leaning back he watches your pussy coat rings slick around him and the sight is almost too much. He pulls out, gripping at your sides and hips with a bruising nature. Panting like he’s run a marathon.He’d been sheathed in you for how long? Maybe fifteen minutes and he was already so close. 

“What can that pretty mouth do?” He growls, more aggressive than he needs to be as he pulls at your hair to get you onto your knees in front of the couch. 

The director looks closely, looking for fear or for you to give the signal to both Bakugou and the director to cut for a break. But you say nothing, do nothing, hell you don’t even look at anyone on the set.

Only up at Bakugou as you sit pretty on your knees. Opening your mouth in the most sinful way. Bakugou grabs at himself with a fever, smearing his tip up and down your exposed tongue. He watches your eyes flutter.

“Ya like that? Like the taste of you on my cock?”

“Mhmm, mostly I like how your pre tastes, Suki.” You lap at the tip, your hand wrapping around his cock. He sees your manicured nails and notices the burnt oranges and deep greens, and blacks. All the color of his signature shirts he starts scenes with before taking them off. His cock jumps again and you smile. Pumping him as you slowly take him into your mouth. The other hand is firmly planted on his thigh, scratching at his skin as you want to mark him as yours despite knowing you can’t have Bakugou ever again after this. 

You take him to the hilt and it makes you gag. Swallowing him as you try to relax your throat puts this delightful squeeze around the tip of his dick.

“Fuuuuck.” He whines, whines, and it sends a delicious jolt to your pussy as you bob your head. Slowly at first before setting a quick pace. Lapping up the feel of his veins and allowing drool and silvery pre cum to drip down your chin and onto your tits. Gagging now and again when he bucks his hips into you causing tears to clump in your lashes, gently falling down your cheeks. But you wouldn’t trade this feeling for anything in the world. 

Bakugou’s whole face flushes, all the way to the tip of his ears as his breath turns ragged, his hand fisting your hair. He isn’t guiding you, fuck he doesn’t need to, if anything the girp in your hair is to keep himself from falling over. His knees are trying to buckle as you take him. 

The prop woman has the tube ready, prefilled with some coconut cream “cum”, waiting for the signal of the director to stop the scene just long enough that she can tape the tubing to the underside of Bakugou’s cock. An area she was more than familiar with, considering how many times she’s had to set him up to fake the money shot. 

But the director doesn’t cut and Bakugou furrows his brows. Vermillion eyes look down at you, your eyes closed until it happens in slow motion. Your long lashes flicker for a moment before you eyes open, slowly coming up to meet him. Your mouth full of his cock, your eyes bright and shiny looking up at him and only him. The suction of your mouth, the messy look of your face and breasts paired with the tear or two that slips out makes his ball tighten. 

“F-fuck.” He groans, a jolt of his hips as he bucks into you, heavy sac hitting your chin before you feel it. His cock twitches and soon the back of your throat is coated in ropes of delicious hot cum. You whimper around him, giving a suckle or two, both to overstim him but mostly you want more of him to coat your mouth. 

The set is in quiet shock as he pulls you off of him with a lew pop, fist still tangled in your hair and you do what would be the best shot in history. 

But only Bakugou can see it. 

Letting your mouth hang open, tongue fluttering as his cum drips onto your perfect breasts. Sitting on your bottom lip as you give a small pout asking the line you say at the end of every show.

“Was Kitten good?” You ask and he bites his bottom lip.

“You were very good, Princess.” His voice is dark and lustful. As he scoops you up to set you on the couch for now. 

“Break for twenty?” The director asks and Bakugou nods. Men and women on set come over with warm rags, and as they reach for you, Bakugou gives a nasty glare. Snatching the rag from their hands before he brings the warm cloth to your face.

“I didn’t pull too hard did it?” He thinks he sees a pink hue to your scalp, before his eyes roam over your chest. “Sorry about the bites.”

“I-” You look town, as you watch his hand gently clean up your chest, “I like them...Sama…”

“You don’t gotta keep callin me that.” He holds your gaze, hot palms comfortably resting on your ribs keeping you close. 

“I know...I just like it Sama…” You say softly and his cock stirs.

“Careful, Kitten. You’re skatin on thin ice.” An empty threat or maybe a full one. It hold promise he’ll fuck you into next week soon enough. He presses a water bottle into your hands before he takes one for himself. 

“Hungry?” He asks and this is a threat he will leave to grab you something.

“Only for you.” You flirt ignoring the silent growl of your stomach. Bakugou had plans to long dick you on this couch, especially now. 

“Favorite position?” He growls, he doesn’t care what you say as long as he can piston his hips inside of you.

“Hmmm, whatever feels good...” You admit, snuggling into the crook of his throat. Giving a teasing bite, before really sucking on the skin where his shoulder and throat meet. In your wake you leave a dark bruise and he smiles at you. Shoving  you into the couch harshly, shoving his fingers down your mouth as his other hand rubs against your clit. Your eyes flutter, sucking his fingers and you cum so quick. Shanking on the couch. But he keeps at it, determined to find out if that rumor of you squirting was true or not. 

Silently glass eyes are set to watch once more and well before the twenty minute break was up.  There is a hushed whisper on set, murmurs of how hot this is. Well hot to desensitised people, not to mention there really isn’t much magic going into this film, it was all the two of you. Entangled in one another in the ambient low light of the set. Most felt as if they were behind a two way mirror, watching what should be an intimate moment meant for two people. Yet over twenty people are enamoured as they watch Bakugou remove his fingers from your mouth with a lewd pop. Wrapping his large hand around your tender throat as he slides in, all without letting up the pace of his fingers. If anything he switches positions of his hand, pressing his thumb against you harshly as he tries to put pressure on your abdomen. 

“You like me fuckin into this sweet angel cunt dontchya, Kitten?” He’s breathless, fucking into you with wild abandon as he watches you cream his cock over and over. Squirming and shaking beneath him as you arch your back off the couch. He moves his hand from your throat for only a moment. Long enough to bring his board digits to your cheek, before they wrap around your throat again. You’re so high and needy it takes a moment for the sound of the smack to register in your head, fighting for your attention over the burning sensation of your cheek. 

“Answer me when I’m talkin to ya, unless you’re too stupid for my cock, haaah, slut?” He doesn’t let up the pressure on your throat as you rasp out a soft.

“Yes sama, I love it.” A gasped whimper.

“Suckin me in so fuckin nice.” His hips stutter as he tries to collect himself. He can’t cum yet, won’t cum , not until you’re soaking his pubes with your release. You feel a great pressure building in your stomach, loins soaking the fabric below as Bakuogou presses harder, ruts into you harder and becomes impossible hotter looming over you. 

“KATSUKI!” You cry, body shaking as the earth shatters beneath you. Clear liquid squirts from your sloppy heat, splashing onto Bakugou’s cock and abs while his heavy sac tightens. 

With the way you look, crying under him, voice warped from his hand constricting your airway, tits bouncing as he fucks into you, he knows he can’t hold it any longer. 

He breaks another rule of his, never do the “lover’s wrap” when he’s about to cum. He leans over, placing his hand firmly on the back of your head as he buries his face into your throat, the other arm is wrapped tightly around your back as he pulls your chest to his. Fucking into you as he grunts into your ear. Your nails scratching his back, voice breathy from exhaustion and pleasure. 

“Katuski, Katsuki.” You whine for him, “Please, please cum in me.”

Your begging sends him over the edge, he fills you to the brim with seed moaning so loudly, the sound so raw, it makes your cunt milk him dry. 

Both of you panting he collapses fully on you, strong arms still keeping you caged to him. His cock softening inside you as he hugs you tightly. 

“Fuck…” You both murmur, enjoying the smell of each other in the afterglow of a good fuck. Just as he’s about to seperate from you he hears your stomach growl, loudly at that. Embarrassed, you squeeze your eyes shut as he pulls away from you. 

He laughs, really laughs before he bites out. 

“Knew you were fucking hungry.” He places a rare kiss on your forehead before he growls, “Stay.” 

He rises, disappearing behind the set and returns with a pair of sweats and leggings, two t-shirts and his hoodie. As he walks over he snatches two rags, wiping you down gently. Sure to get everything from your pretty little pussy before he cleans himself. 

“Stand.” He barks holding your leggings open for you to step into. You do as he says and he pulls the fabric up a body so nice, so smooth Aphrodiete herself would be green with envy he then places you in your shirt and tops off your outfit with his hoodie. The dark fabric swallows you whole and envelopes you in his spicy caramel scent. You fight the urge to inhale deeply as he dresses in his grey sweats that he rolls at the waist and his tight wife beater. Neither fabric leaves anything to the imagination and you sigh deeply. He grabs onto your hand. 

“Oi, we’re done for the day yea? I know you got your fuckin shots.” He shouts to the director before he drags you from the studio, carefully guiding you across the street to one of his favorite diners. 

He’s only ever brought Kirishima here and in the middle of the night after a drunken night out on the town. 

So bringing you here felt a little personal for him. 

And here he was again, breaking yet another silent rule he’s given himself. 

He eases you into the booth before taking his own seat and before long the two of you are chowing down on “american” breakfast foods. Pancakes, belgian waffles, bacon and scrapple. 

Laughing as the two of you talk and for a moment, Bakugou doesn’t feel like he’s hanging out with a co worker he just fucked. 

In this moment, shared under the shitty lighting by the window advertising “OPEN 242/7” in chipping red paint between the sips of coffee and the laughter, he feels as if he’s sitting across from someone he’s known for a long, long time.

And he isn’t sure he’ll be able to give this feeling up.  

[starsofmilos]

Do Anything (Adrian Chase x reader)

Request: Hello!! 🤍🤍 Thank you for Adrian Chase contents you’ve done hehe!!Can I have a request please with Adrian Chase x Reader where reader gets injured on a mission, Adrian goes crazy and it gets all angsty because he planned to propose to her. (it’s up to you if she dies or not) some good old hurt/comfort fic thank you so much ❤️☺️

I love some angst comfort

Masterlist

Warnings: cursing,violence, angst, fluff, injuries, mentions of sex

Adrian hated the idea of marriage. 

The idea of being tied down to someone for the rest of your life? Yeah he didn’t really appreciate that. He had always been alone. Girls never liked him and the most girls he hooked up was only when he was Vigilante. 

So the idea of being married never really appealed to him. Maybe it was because at the time he thought he’d never meet someone he’d like enough let alone love someone enough to be with for the rest of his life.

He was content cruising for girls with Peacemaker. That’s at least what he tried to convince himself. Adrian hated to admit that he spent most nights lonely. 

Spending everyday waking up alone wasn’t the best. He never received physical affection besides sex. Adrian didn’t know how it felt to be hugged and loved.

So he thought marriage and relationships weren’t for him and he was okay with that. He really truly was. 

That was until he met you.

You were what he considered special. From the moment he met you, he felt something he had never felt before. You made him nervous.

You had first met through Christopher Smith. The newest hero on the block. One meet up turned into two then three. You both became attached to the hip. 

He had been the one to recruit you when the whole butterfly fiasco happened. Adrian knew you’d love to help and he could show off to his new friends that one of his best friends was really cool.

It was obvious to everyone around that he felt different towards you. That’s at least how they saw it. The one who pointed out his feelings for you being Adebayo.

Once he realized, he couldn’t help but go back to being nervous around you. It weirded you out.

You had finally confronted him one night after a hard mission. Adrian had you go over to watch some horror movies.

“I’m glad we’re finally hanging out again. I feel like you’ve been avoiding me dude.” 

He laughed nervously, “Psh!! Please why would I do that?” You sighed as he twiddled with his fingers. You could feel some tension between you two and it was freaking you out. 

Although there was something you had learned as of late and tonight you were determined to find out the truth. You grabbed a slice of the pizza Adrian had bought for the two of you grinning wildly. 

“So how have you been? I feel like even though we’ve seen each other we haven’t talked?” You leaned a little into him hiding your frown as he scooted away. 

“Oh I’ve been okay and you Y/N?” He looked away sheepishly.

“I’ve been alright too. I just missed you Adrian.”

“You did?” You nodded.

Emilia may have let it slip Adrian liked you more than he should, so you wanted to test this little theory. 

“I did. In fact since we haven’t been hanging out often I went out a little more.” You laughed waiting for him to give you a confused look.

Smirking on the inside, you gave him a small smile. “Yeah I guess there is one thing new I have a date for Sunday.”

“A date?” 

You nodded humming, “Yeah his name is James. He’s pretty alright.”

“Where did you meet this James?”

“A bar.”

“Wait you’re going out with a guy you barely know?” You shrugged.

“I think the whole date thing is the point to get to know him?” Adrian stuttered a bit at your words. 

“He could be a serial killer for all you know!” 

“Well I can take care of myself. I think I’ve proven that.” You stood up to head to the kitchen wanting another beer. Adrian was hot on your tail. 

“No no! I can’t let you do that!” 

“What?” You gave him a small look as he shook his head.

“You don’t know him! Haven’t you heard the saying stranger danger! Y/N I forbid you from going on that date!”

“Excuse me? You forbid me? What are you my parent?” 

“Well no but-”

“Adrian you’re my best friend and I value your opinion, but you can’t decide whether I go out on a date or not-”

“Yes I can!” 

You tilted your head smirking. You had him right were you wanted. 

“And why is that?” He grew silent.

“You’re right I can’t-”

“Adrian-”

“I have no right because I’m just your friend right?” He laughed throwing his hand up walking away.

Maybe you pushed it too far.

“Adrian.” You grabbed his hand stopping him from going. “I won’t go on the date-”

“No I want you too now! Really go on that date!-” He made a muffled noise as  you grabbed his collar kissing him softly to shut him up. 

Adrian pulled back staring at you in shock, “There is no James stupid-”

“Fuck thank god.” He hauled you back into another kiss. You smiled as he lifted you on the counter top.

“What about the movie and pizza?”

“Fuck that I’m taking you to bed.” You laughed as he dragged you to his room.

The next morning, Adrian and you had officially gotten together. He adored you. Adrian didn’t know it was possible to feel this way about anyone or anything.

You were the first to say I love you. It’s not that he didn’t feel the same, but this was all new to him. You were patient with him though.

He loved that you were so understanding and so kind to him. You’d give anything to see his dimpled grin. You had said I love you after a rough mission together. 

Adrian remembered it vividly even though he had been hopped up on pain meds. You were changing his bandages kissing his forehead softly. He scared you. You thought he wasn’t gonna make it.

“I know you’re probably sleeping and you can’t hear me right now, but I love you..You don’t have to say it back there’s no pressure, but I do Adrian..I really really do..” 

You stood up to throw away the trash yelping as he pulled you down next to him. “I love too...”

“What?” You chuckled a bit as he struggled to stay awake. 

“I love you too!” He yelled out flopping on his side gripping you tightly.

“Love you too..” You grinned as he mumbled falling back to sleep. 

Adrian had decided that day no matter what he was going to spend the rest of his life with you. You were his forever person and nothing will or can take you from him.

Well that’s at least what he thought and promised himself. He had also made a promise to propose to you. Marriage wasn’t his thing, but the idea of being married to you didn’t sound so bad. 

He wanted you to be his forever.

Adrian made a plan to propose the second you both got back from this latest mission. Had he known what he knew now he wouldn’t have let you gone and would’ve given you the ring right there and then.

This mission was a rough one, but nothing you all couldn’t handle. You grinned as you panted for air hiding with Adrian. 

“Dude that thing you did with your gun was so cool!” Adrian grinned at your words as you both reloaded. 

“You think I’m cool? You’re incredibly hot right now dude!” He yelled back as you stood up effortlessly shooting down another three butterflies.

“You know if you told me two years ago I’d have Vigilante as my boyfriend and I would be fighting aliens I would’ve laughed!” You chuckled.

“Didn’t think you’d end up with me?”

“No i didn’t think I’d be fighting aliens! I knew I’d end up with you one way or another.” You both stood going on the move. Adrian felt his heart speed up a bit at your words.

“Do you think you’d wanna spend the rest of your life with me?” You turned humming at him.

“What was that?” 

“Nothing! Watch out!” He quickly shot the one who almost got the jump on you.

“Thanks! Harcourt any updates!?”

“Yes! Sorry Vigilante and Y/N. We are currently getting the information we need. Do you guys still have the bombs so we could destroy this factory?!”

“Of course we do!” You dropped your gun pulling out your knife to start slashing your way through. 

Grunting you kicked down the door with Adrian were you both were assigned to set up. “Okay hold down the fort! I’m on it!” You unzipped the bag you had been holding onto latching the bombs on the building.

“Give us the go and I’ll start it!” You grinned at Adrian. He smiled under his mask. You always knew what he was doing regardless of his mask. 

Once attaching the bombs, you opened the nearby window having Adrian jump out first. He caught you right after walking back to the van as you set the timer. 

“Okay we got five-”

“FALL BACK!” Emilia cut you off. You looked at Adrian in confusion.

“What?”

“Y/N it’s a trap! You guys are about to be surrounded fall back!! Don’t set the bomb off!” You glanced at Adrian. The bomb had been set for ten minutes.  

Hearing a banging you both looked up seeing a group heading towards you both. “You thinking what I’m thinking?” 

“I think we could take them out in five?” Adrian shrugged to you.

“I was thinking less.” 

“Okay bet! If you win Vig I’ll let you do that thing you’ve been wanting in the bedroom.”

“Wait really?!” You nodded with a grin as he immediately pulled his gun out beginning to shoot. You loaded up humming along. There ten of them and two of you. The odds weren’t in your favor.

But you still managed.

You panted looking at the time. “Four minutes remaining. I win! Looks like we can’t do what you wanted-” Adrian grabbed your hand dragging you away.

“We gotta beat the bomb dude! Rub your victory in later! Besides I’ll get you to sit on my face one way or another!”

“Guys that is fucking gross.” John grimaced in your ear as you laughed letting him run you away. 

You both cheered once the building completely burnt down. “Another mission done!” 

You groaned tiredly leaning on him. Adrian grinned, “Want me to carry you?” 

“No I’m okay Vigilante-” Your eyes widened seeing the others running to you from the distance. With a group of twenty people behind him.

“FUCK!” You pulled out your gun shooting from the distance. Adrian cursed joining you. “Run!!” Emilia called out. She pointed to the forest behind you both.

You all ran together into the woods panting as the butterflies chased after you both. “Can someone get ahold of John and Adebayo?!” Chris yelled out while avoiding bullets.

“I’m trying!” Emilia called out panicking. You panted tripping a bit barely catching yourself.

“I think we might have to fight our way out of this guys because up ahead is a cliff so unless we wanna jump we better do something!” You yelled out before yelping a bullet grazed your shoulder.

Adrian threw a knife behind him hitting the one who shot you dead on. “Motherfucker.” He grumbled. 

“I think we need to hide!” Chris yelled out.

“Okay spilt into two!” You called out. Emilia and you went one way while Adrian and Chris went another. 

Adrian looked back a bit panicked with you not near. You’d be safe. Emilia and you would protect each other..

A good twenty minutes had passed. Emilia and you had gotten a separated. You were alone and to be quite honest scared. 

It was nerve wracking there was ten of them and only one of you. You hoped Adrian made it out. He was probably just as worried about you as you were about him.

You needed to think, but nothing was coming to mind. Deep breaths. Keep breathing..

Taking a peak, there was one of them heading close to the rock you had been behind. Dread filled your body, but you also felt hope. Adrian was near. You could hear him. 

He’d find you probably after they did though. The gun wound you had sustained earlier throbbed in pain. You yelped in pain as suddenly you were yanked up.

The man grinned throwing you to the ground calling out for his friends. You smiled a bit he was unknowingly giving Adrian your position. You kicked him in the crotch using your knife to take him out. 

Two more jumped on you digging into your wound. You cried out in pain. 

“Y/N!” Adrian called out running to you. Using your leg, you kicked one of them away as they raced towards you with a knife. 

Stay alive Adrian was on his way..

You kept reminding yourself before yelping as the two holding you threw you to the ground nine of them surrounding you. Gripping your knife tightly, you did your best managing to take out another two.

Because of how many were near you didn’t notice the one holding a gun. You screamed out as a gunshot resounded through the woods. It nicked your side. You stumbled a bit holding on to it.

They pushed you down grinning maniacally. You shut your eyes in pain. Adrian..He’d make it soon. Just hold on.

More gunshots resounded, but they weren’t from the one who shot you. Adrian shot down three out of the nine. Chris moved in shooting down another two. 

Adrian practically tore into them with his sword as they approached him. You sighed a bit in relief as Adrian angrily killed all of them. You knew he’d get here..

Glancing down at your wound, it had gone through your abdomen. Crying out a bit as you tried to stand. Adrian rushed pulled a knife out throwing it to anyone who tried to approach your down form.

He rushed to you letting Chris handle the rest. “Hey hey! I’m so sorry..I’m sorry I should’ve came sooner. Were are you hurt-” You flopped on Adrian cutting him off.

His eyes widened in shock finally seeing the blood seeping to the dirt ground. “Holy shit..Holy shit!” He picked you up carefully. Blood began to drip a bit from the corners of your mouth as he carried you. 

“This is not good..This is not good! Fuck!” Adrian cursed as you grew a bit pale. “DUDE GET A HOLD OF THE VAN RIGHT NOW!!” 

You looked at him a bit sadly. “Adrian..” He smiled down at you through his mask.

“Hold on baby..Hold on..please..” You nodded sleepily. Everything was starting to become numb. You looked at him wondering what was going on in that beautiful head of his.

You know the saying that before you die your life flashes before your eyes. It wasn’t. The only thing you kept thinking about was how sad Adrian would be if you left. He’d be alone again.

You didn’t want him to be alone again.

Adrian sighed a bit in relief seeing the van. Chris yanked the door open yelling for John to drive. Emilia sat there just having finished patching herself up. 

“I’m glad you’re all okay..” You mumbled out head falling lopsidedly on Adrian. He gripped you tightly putting pressure on your wound. 

“Hold on okay..we’re gonna get you help right now. You can’t go okay?” You nodded wanting to reach out to him.

“I won’t..I’ll fight I promise..” Slurring your words, your eyes rolled back letting the world go black. Adrian’s breath hitched seeing you pass out.

“FUCKING DRIVE RIGHT NOW!!” Adrian roared out.

“You need to stay alive..I need you to stay with me..” He murmured into your hair. 

“I have to give you the ring Y/N..Please..I’ve finally found someone I actually wanna marry..Please don’t leave me now..” 

Once at the hospital, Adrian rushed you in with everyone else refusing to move. He didn’t care about the blood seeping his suit or that the nurses may call the cops on Vigilante. All he cared about was you. 

The ring box in his pocket suddenly felt so heavy. The dread almost killing him. He should’ve proposed sooner. He should’ve found you sooner.

You’d be okay..You promised. You had to be..

Emilia convinced him to go home promising to stay with you. She felt that this was her fault. She shouldn’t have separated from you. You wouldn’t be here had she been smarter about this.

Once Adrian returned it would be another three days till they heard any news about you. All the doctor kept saying was only time would tell. Adrian sat next to your hospital bed fiddling with the ring box. 

He had been holding in his feelings for the time you were recovering. Three days turned into a month. You were in a deep coma. Adrian wasn’t the same. 

He was basically a shell of what he used to be. The only thing that could fix him was you, but you were not here. Well you were, but you were sleeping.

Adrian would do anything for you to wake up. He still had the ring on him. He still has to do his work even if he wants nothing more than to stay with you. 

It was a weekend. Adrian gave himself the weekends to stay with you. “Hey pretty girl..” He mumbled out kissing your forehead softly.

“I’m here with you all weekend the doctors say you healed up pretty well, but you will still need physical therapy. They’re even saying how they would send you home..I can think of physical therapy for us to do..”

He chuckled breathlessly, “i miss you..I always miss you and this is very cowardly of me, but I can’t hold on to this ring box any longer. I’d want to ask you while you’re awake, but I don’t know when that will be..”

Adrian sniffled a bit clearing his throat, “Marry me? I think marriage is useless and I don’t need to marry you to prove that I care and love you, but there’s no one else I wanna be tied to more than you...especially right now..I miss you so fucking much..I don’t know what your answer would be..so I wanna leave this here for you..You could accept it when you wake up..I’m gonna get some coffee okay..I really fucking miss you Y/N..Please wake up..” 

He wiped his face walking out needing a breath of air. “Bring me coffee too please..” Adrian stopped in his steps in shock hearing your voice. He turned seeing you struggle to sit up. 

“You weren’t kidding my legs and arms feel like lead..” Adrian sobbed a bit running to you. You sighed as he basically fell into you crying. 

The nurse rushed in looking in shock as you held Adrian as best as you could. He sobbed into your shoulder gripping you tightly.

“Fuck me..Fuck me I was so scared..I was so fucking scared..” You smiled running your hand through his hair. 

The doctor came him giving you the all clear. You’d stay one more week then you could leave. You smiled appreciatively still holding Adrian to you.

He needed this.

“So you couldn’t wait to ask me when I was awake..” You joked softly. 

“You heard that?..”

“Every word for the past month..I’m sorry i worried you. I love you and I missed you so fucking much,,I wanna marry you Adrian..I’ve wanted to marry you for so long..Since the moment I met you.I can’t think of anyone better but you to spend my life with..”

Adrian grinned kissing you deeply glaring as you whined pushing him away. “Dude my breath probably smells-“

“I don’t give a fuck. I will kiss my fiancé as much as I fucking please.” He kissed you again laughing as you glared a bit after.

“I’m so fucking happy we’re getting fucking married...” Adrian mumbled against your mouth with a smile as you nodded kissing him yourself.

“Me too...” You whispered curling up to him.

There was still more to talk about along with you reassuring Emilia that what happened wasn’t her fault.

Right now though, you thrived being able to be in Adrians arms listing off all the ideas for your wedding.

Adrian and you would be okay as long as you had each other. You’d do anything for each other...

[fueledbysano]

KINKTOBER DAY 30: “NETFLIX AND CHILL; EREN”

summary: “Are you still watching?”

✧ pairing: Eren x fem reader

✧ pairing: NSFW, detailed smut, Netflix and Chill trope

✧ a/n: my schedule did not cooperate with my writing for the last week of kinktober. smh. catching up now. sorry for posting this on a nnn 😩 I was actually v excited for this one as it fit the theme of our kinktober :))

“Go to your place, put on some Netflix, eat cold pizza, then bone. down.”— at first, you casually laughed off at Annie's "first date" advice before moving onto a more serious note.

Mikasa suggests a small picnic snack at the park— which you actually considered doing. But judging from your first interactions with Eren, he definitely isn't the cookies and flowers date kinda dude.

So, you actually ended up circling back to Annie's Netflix and chill suggestion.

“UGH, unbelievable.” You cursed at yourself, fingers tapping against the cold marble countertop as you waited for the pizza heating up in the microwave. You tried so hard to not laugh at yourself right now and took a mental note to thank Annie later.

Once the microwave chimed, you quickly took out the pizza and settled it onto the counter, letting it cool off while you skimmed through the fridge for some beer.

“What'd you pick?” Not long after, you were back in the living room couch with Eren to watch the film he'd put on, but just seconds after, the tv seemed to have answered the question to you as the iconic Christian Grey and Anastasia Steele came on screen.

“I think you know.” Eren answered with a mischievous grin, resting a hand behind his head while the other held up a pizza.

“Which one?" You questioned in response.

“Freed.” He answered rather quickly.

My, my. He even picked the steamiest one.

“Great choice.” You remarked, taking a pizza before making yourself comfortable next to Eren, leaving a few inches of space in between you.

Now, who are you kidding? The two of you have clearly seen this movie before. Was he perhaps only waiting for a particular scene?

Through the first twenty minutes of the film, the few inches of space in between you is now long gone, for you and Eren would subtly move closer to each other with every conversation you'd have over a scene.

His sweatshirt was also discarded now, leaving him in a fit white tank top. You'd be lying if you said you didn't steal peeks of his toned chest and stomach, thankfully, he won't see you looking from how close you are.

The screen currently showed the car chase scene— wherein Ana successfully got rid of the guy who was chasing them. You knew what was about to go down.

Ana slips out of the seatbelt after sharing a heated kiss with Christian, now hovering over the man for a better position.

You hear Eren inhale a sharp breath before feeling his muscular arm fall over your shoulders. You bit your lip in response, although he couldn't see it.

“Spicy.” you spoke, letting your head fall onto the couch. “This is just the start.” Eren's breath was hot against your neck, the tip of his nose making contact with your sensitive spot as you tried to conceal your satisfaction.

Your eyes peeks to the screen once more, now seeing Ana full-on riding Christian as soaft moans spilled from her mouth.

Not long after, you feel Eren's lips come contact with your skin in a teasingly slow press, “Mmm.”

“Do you like this, [Name]?” He huff, placing a hand on the back of your neck to steady yourself. At his touch, you stifle a groan when the strings of his joggers prods against your thigh. “For me to fuck you stupid while some stupid sex movie plays in the background?”

“Mhm.” Your hands raked through Eren's long locks, only prompting him to leave harsher kisses. “Do you?” His lips brush against the shell of your ear,

“Yes.” You nod eagerly, his waist now pressing with yours. “Good girl.” His hand moved to the back of your thighs, dragging your knees from underneath you, making you fall back on the couch befofe feeling the fabric of your shorts and panties get drawn down your legs.

He climbed back on top of you, carefully laying down between your legs as your head continue to fall back in pleasure, letting him take complete control.

His lips move to press against yours, one hand underneath your head and one caressing your waist- sometimes moving further up and touching the side of your boob underneath your shirt.

Just right after hearing a crinkling sound of a plastic opening, you felt his erection laying pressed against your heat, teasing your entrance in slow motions. You spread your legs out further, letting him have more room. He moans when more of your wetness came to touch him before sliding down your body, but just a couple of inches.

His face was so close to yours that you could feel his breath on your slick and swollen lips, and he stared into your eyes as he took hold of himself and slowly pushed inside you. You watched as his mouth fell open and his eyes closed. “Mm, so good,” he hummed, nuzzling his face into your neck, stilling to let you adjust to his size. You were thankful for his patience, as Eren was big and you needed your time to get comfortable.

“Fuck me, please,”

Eren came back up and kissed you, letting his lips stay on yours as he slowly pulled back out before thrusting back in. His movements paired with the slow, sensual kissing earned a moan from you.

His hands pushed your shirt further up to reveal your breasts bouncing with every thrust, the fabric pooling above your collarbones. His hand stayed on your breast, massaging it, while he focused on having his lips on yours.

When his hand grabbed around your leg, yours moved from his hair to feeling the muscles in his upper arm. Eren hums on your neck, lips trailing from your mouth to your jaw, terminating behind your ear, his breath giving you chills. "Mm, you're a bit of a tinker, aren't you?" He spoke softly, warm lips sliding down your neck.

Normally, you'd respond with a humorous remark, but your brain wasn't working as quickly as normal. "Shut up," you spoke, pressing your heel into his shin and pushed him unto you deeper.

“[Name]...” Eren's chuckle came out breathy from the sudden gesture, feeling your walls hug his length perfectly.

His hand ends up on your thigh once more, slowly moving a flat hand up and down the back of it, before he hooked his hand behind your knee and hiked your leg up on his hip. This gave him a deeper angle, letting him hit places inside you that you didn't even know existed.

Your mouth fell open against his lips, low, breathy moans escaping. His hand kept sliding up and down your thigh, his calloused fingertips leaving goosebumps on your soft skin. Eren moved his lips to your neck, making sure the moans that came out of your mouth never stopped.

You shift your hand down his back, letting your free one stay on the back of his neck with a fistful of his hair between your fingers. You moved your other leg over his hip as well, securing them together around him with every plunge of his cock.

This urged Eren to speed up a little bit, upping his tempo as he let his lips move down your throat, leaving lingering kisses above your collarbones.

His thrusts became faster and harder as he consistently struck the right spots. Your fingers sank into his back, and you wrapped your legs around him, the knot in your stomach tightening by the second, till you heard his breathing get deeper, and groans appeared in his throat every now and then. “Babe? " He began, but you answered his question before he could finish his sentence. "I'm so close," you exclaimed as you turned your head to face him, and he returned his lips to yours.

His hand went down between your bodies till he was able to lay his thumb on your clit. As he managed to pull you even closer to your high, your legs, as well as your insides, clamped around him. The sound of his deep gasps and heavy breaths drew you even closer to your second orgasm of the night.

At this point, you weren’t really kissing anymore, it was just open mouths against each other, while you both panted and moaned. “Baby,” Eren moaned, and you knew that he could barely hold it in anymore. “Let go,” he encouraged, putting extra pressure on your clit while he still pushed in and out of you. And you let go with a long, breathy moan, As soon as he felt your walls clench around his member he let go as well, lazily thrusting into you a few more times, eyes clenched and a long and groan coming out of his open mouth, before he collapsed against you with his head falling to your chest.

You had unclenched your legs from him and now you were just panting over each other in attempts to chase your breaths. “Are You Still Watching?” Eren read the words on the screen out loud, and the movie was already paused. He only laughs as a response with a mischievous smile. “Most certainly not.”

[mitchywitchythings]

NASCARRacer! DriftDriver! DragRacer! Reader X Todoroki Shoto

Summary: A great date night went south when a high speed villain chase occured, being the only person who knows how to drive, you drove your boyfriend to go and stop the villains. But little does your boyfriend know that you’re a NASCAR, drift, and drag racer, but also a broke ass college student. How will he react to that, once he finally finds out about your dirty little secret?

Warnings: Lots Of Aggressive Driving, Shoto Being A Complete Sugar Daddy, Violence, Reader’s A Badass, Implied Smut, Implied NSFW

Pairing: Todoroki Shoto X Fem! Reader

Word count: 5,049 words

The reason you guys even met is because your best friend was running a support gear agency. The best one in all of Japan in fact!

Who knew that when she asked you for a favor to drop off a package at her agency, you’d run into the famous 3rd year student at U.A. High, Todoroki Shoto!

What started out as a small autograph, turned into a conversation, which led him to asking for your number!

Dude was incredibly nervous about asking for your number, Kaminari had given him a long ass orientation on how to ask for a cute girl’s number~

It was so adorable how he attempted to flirt with you, nervous stutters, red face, and all!

God! He was going to kill Kaminari after this!!

In the end, you still gave him your number, it made him super happy. Felt like he was going to burst!

You were just so pretty, cute, and God forbid he uses this phrase out loud, so fucking HOT!!!!🥵

Like legit, if he would say that phrase out loud you’d probably die or melt on the spot(Not cuz he accidentally activated his quirk from how flustered he was)

But because of how sexy he said that, like seriously it should be illegal, this mf could kill you with looks alone. Please forbid his sexy ass voice from ever speaking!!

Just kidding, in all seriousness he’d probably also die from the embarrassment from saying those. He gon dig up a large hole and hide in it forever- lmaooo

Poor baby boi~ He only wanted to have your affection (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

Okay moving on from that, took him a solid 3 weeks of constant chatting and video chat with you, and running into you in a coffee shop while you were both running errands.

For him to ask you out on a date

He asked tips and advice from all of the girls in his class, and also some boys. Like Midoriya, Iida, Bakugo(Angry Boi threw some peppermint candy canes at him and yelled eat this and just show up), and Hell, even Kaminari.

He only asked Kaminari since he did managed to get your number with his orientation

Ok, so based on all of the research he did on the internet on how to plan a perfect date. (He was really trying his best since this was his first ever date!)

He should take you out to this fancy high end restaurant!

He used his dad’s connections to get him a last minute reservation since the place was already booked months before oof-

He bought you a dress with the help of his sister the night before the date, telling to wear it for your event

The moment you looked at the dress you knew it was expensive as FUCK!

Like shit! Bitch this was designer!! Something you couldn’t afford sadly QwQ

You practically begged him to take it back, he absolutely refused to though, saying that you’ll look beautiful in it

The price tag for the dress was alright, he just wished that it was a bit more expensive(The dress was seriously expensive enough as it was) because he was paying for it with his daddy’s black credit card!!!🤭

Okay, to the date. It went really well!!! Everything was absolutely perfect and the food was delicious since the restaurant had 5 Michelin Stars-

He even asked you to be his girlfriend to which of course you agreed to in less than a heartbeat, duh🙄

I mean how could you resist that handsome, cute, and sexy face of his-

The answer is no one can!!

Well the night was about to come to an end when he was going to hail a taxi to get you both home, which you refused. Saying you could drive the both of you home in your own car.

He already paid for the dress and meal it was the least you could do😭

He finally agreed after some time, asking about how you already had a car when you were still a broke ass student in the same year as him, lol he didn’t word it out like that but you get the picture

P.S. He doesn’t know how to drive, he always had a chauffeur do it for him, damn is he rich qwq, I wish all…

Before you had the chance to explain a lie about how it wasn’t actually your car but your brothers to hide the fact that you were a NASCAR driver, drift driver, and drag racer.

Suddenly a villain attack happened, a high speed car chase which only passed by the two of you before the heroes and police that chased after the villains, their cars suddenly swiveled and crashed:

“Shit, look I’m really sorry. I need to go help out in the situation.” He let go of your hand and was about to dash off

“Wait! How are you going to catch up with a villain like that?! Come on, we can use my car, I’ll drive you!” He didn’t have time to complain before I grabbed his hand and pulled him.

Running over to the latest model of Toyota’s GR86, in your favorite color, Shoto notices. He was quite stunned, you mentioned the fact that you were having some trouble financially since you were still in college, but he didn’t expect you to have a sports car in your possession.

He wondered silently whether or not this was actually your car or a friend of yours. In his own opinion he was really trying to offend you or judge you, but how could he not at least wonder whether or not that car was actually yours.

As he recalls, you explicitly said you were broke and couldn’t afford to pay half for this dinner date at the super fancy restaurant or for the dress, he of course paid on both of your behalf, but still he was never intending for you to pay for anything.

As he believes it is only customary that he pays because he’s such a gentleman. Mama Rei and Fuyumi-chan taught him well. Going back, he was shocked as you quickly pulled out your keys and opened the car.

Taking the driver's seat, while he took the passenger. Shoto made a mental reminder to get himself a drivers license if he wants to be the kind of man you can rely on to drive you around once you get married. And yes, Shoto was already so sure of his future with you that he was dead set on marrying only you and no one else.

As he entered the car, he noticed how clean it was and how the nice smell of the new car was. The seatbelts were different as well, it wasn’t just your regular one. It was a 4 point seat belt safety harness in fact. It was also a 2 seater just so you know it’s really a sports car.

He wiggled a bit on the extremely comfortable leather seats, trying to get more comfortable. Strapping the seat belt on him also in the process. Staring at your car in shock still, he didn’t notice you put a helmet on top of head until it was already there.

“I forgot to bring my hero suit with me, I usually bring it.” He commented, adjusting the strap on the helmet

“Just kick some ass for me, will you? You don’t mind me driving a bit fast, we’ll catch up with those villains in no time. I promise.” You said sweetly, a helmet already present on your head, while your hands were on the steering wheel, “Oh, and Shoto, don’t take off your helmet or seatbelt, trust me on that.”

Before he could reply anything, you turned the key in the car, making the engine rev up to life. While it was music to your ears, it made Shoto’s a bit uncomfortable. He never did like loud things didn’t he, he was more of the quiet and peaceful guy.

“Hold onto something!” You yelled before stepping on the accelerator

You Immediately drove out from your parking space. You switched from 1st gear to 2nd, and began to overtake any cars that were in your way. Shoto began clutching onto the grab handles for dear life. He had definitely not expected that his little sweet girlfriend was able to drive this hardcore. Shifting from 3rd gear now to 4th gear, Shoto’s eyes closed in fear for a second.

“Shoto, turn on the radio in the back, so we know where they're headed!” He did just that with extreme difficulty since he refused to take off his seatbelt.

You both listened to the radio intently, “Watch out! You might hit someone!” He yelled, eyes immediately widened as people began running from the streets.

“Relax! I never mentioned this on our date, but I’m a racer! I do Nascar, drag, and drift racing! I’m practically a professional!” You countered, “I’m going to take a short cut, I know where they’re heading!”

You quickly pulled on the emergency break and did a donut drift, heading into a small alleyway, which would cut into an uncrowded street, although it was one way. Exiting the narrow alleyway, by this time you were already in 5th gear. Reaching already about 120 km/h, Shoto was now definitely a bit more terrified than usual with his high speed chases.

The drivers were going fast of course like how you were, but you were going faster, and driving you on a one way highway. And you were young as fuck, a year younger than Shoto in fact. He didn’t think you’d have this much experience, but based on the fact at how you easily dodged the other moving vehicles and all other obstacles.

He knew you were the real deal, “Why didn’t you mention that?! Seems important don’t you think?!” He had to yell over all of the noise the car was making.

“You don’t seem to like girls with loud personalities! Figured you like me better and stuff. Doesn’t seem like a turn on, don’t you think?! Besides, I was gonna tell you when I’d invite you to one of my races!” You yelled back

“Of course, I’d still like you! I love you for you! No matter what you do for a hobby!” You began beeping at the people in the way.

“I love you too! And it’s more of a side career, baby!” He blushed at the nickname.

It was like seeing a whole new side of you just popping up. He still recognized you, but there was this fire in your eyes that couldn’t be extinguished when you grabbed the steering wheel. Spinning it around to the left and right, it was like he was stuck in a hypnotic trance that was hard to get out of.

You looked absolutely stunning in the beautiful formal dress you were wearing, completely accentuating all of your pretty and thick curves. Despite the helmet covering your gorgeous hair, the contrast only made you look even hotter than before.

The make up you had on, did perfectly well to bring out your looks. Gosh did you look pretty, Shoto only realizing it now when you were being all badass and all. It turned him on a bit, to tell you the truth. He just couldn’t help it or more like help himself in drinking up your looks and body with his eyes. Oops-

Forget that, you read nothing! Moving on, you began stepping on the pedal to the metal. Driving up to speeds of 160 km/h, you switched to 6th gear again. Things were tethering on dangerous waters, but you couldn’t slow down now unless you were going to drift or find the villains in question.

By now, based on the radio, the villains had already shaken off all of the pro heroes and police off their tail. All except for you, Shoto, and the helicopter flying above the villain's car.

Finally, exciting the one way highway, you spotted the villain's car. They were staring at Shoto intently from the rearview mirror, not liking that. You began to speed up, quickly chasing them with them easily. Eventually, when you caught up with them, Shoto prepared to use his ice, in order to freeze their car.

But it seemed like an unwise decision considering how it could cost an accident with other cars. And how you could also crash into the ice or the back of the frozen car with the speed you guys were going at.

“Can you slow down, so I can freeze them?!” He bumped into the side of the car roughly as you suddenly had to swerve in order to dodge a large debri the villains threw at you with the use of their quirk.

“We slow down, we lose them! What do you want to do then?!“ Ready to follow any of his orders obediently.

“You said you were a drift racer right?!”

“Hell yeah, I am!”

“Then get in front of their car, I wanna be facing them!”

“Gladly!”

You pressed on the play button on the stereo in front of you, music began to play. It was Tokyo Drift, a perfect song for a high speed chase. You felt like you were in the movie Fast and Furious! Speeding up even more, you overtook the villain's car, still staying in your lane though.

Then pulling on the emergency break like before, you immediately turned the wheel quickly to the left. The spinning of the car followed, making Shoto real dizzy for a hot second. Smoke began coming out from the back of your car.

That was natural though, Shoto thought. Holding onto the handle of the car with 2 hands even tighter than before making his entire hands began to turn white. Without realizing it, he activated both of his quirks, accidentally melting and freezing the handle at the same time.

His heart was beating so fast that it was like in time with the rhythm of the song. That was an exaggeration of course, but still his heart felt like it would jump out from his rib cage at any moment now.

The screeching noises the car made, made Shoto cringe internally while the corner of your mouth piped up, clearly satisfied with it. Your car was now in front of the villain’s car, completely facing it. You pressed the red release button in your seatbelt.

“Keep your seatbelt on!” Shoto yelled as his eyes widened at your actions

You didn’t reply, instead ignoring it completely as you turned your body around to look from over your comfortable expensive looking ass leather seats. Driving without looking back at the front, making sure you wouldn’t hit anything from the back. You trusted and depended on the fact that Shoto would look after you from the front.

“Just stop the villain!”

“You're my first priority!” He retorted back

Grabbing you, pulling you back to your seat. He forced you to wear your seatbelt and keep driving without looking back.

“Sho-“ You screeched before being cut off by the villains who bumped into your car, “Baby! I need you to pull out my back view camera!”

He did just that, with great difficulty might I add. Because the villains in front of you were trying to hit you, with intentions of making you guys crash. But having been in this situation many times before. You wouldn’t say that you couldn’t handle it.

When he pulled it up, you began to concentrate on that only. Completely tuning out everything, leaving it to Shoto to stop the villains. Whilst you desperately try to dodge all moving cars that appeared, let’s just say that a lot of people were pissed at both you and the villains.

As Shoto was about to tell you to get out of the way so he could freeze the car entirely. The villains made a hard left turn, making him curse under his breath in frustration. You couldn’t help but pout at him, he looked so mad, sad, and frustrated. You definitely didn’t like that one bit.

So you pressed the medal to the metal again, and began to chase after the villain. Even the helicopter that was following you from before managed to lose sight of both you and the villain.

Forcing them to wander around aimlessly, before Shoto called up his dad’s agency to inform them about the situation and call in backup. Now there were more heroes and sidekicks in cars going after the villain. You asked Shoto if you guys could now go home since the situation was being handled.

He of course said no, saying the lines that just because the situation was being handled doesn’t mean they should still stop chasing after the villains and what if the villains escapes and such. He just wanted to be a hero and do his job right, you thought.

Your heart completely warmed up and melted at his passion for his soon to be career that was within his reach. Only a little more way to go before he becomes a fully fledged hero. You were so proud of him, admiring him greatly for his heroic heart and actions.

Maybe that’s why you fell so in love with him so quickly. Well whatever it was, you were just so glad to have met your favorite hero in training! All the cameras, interviews, and fight scenes didn’t do him any justice to show how kind and truly beautiful he was, inside and out.

“Shit!” He yelled, cursing as the villains suddenly came out from a narrow alleyway.

Nearly bumping into you guys, had you not dodged in time. Shoto cursed at himself silently again like he had been doing since this high speed chase had started. He didn’t think anything through, because he was so focused on the villains. He had let you get involved in his hero work.

He willingly let you put yourself in danger. God, what was he thinking to allow you, a civilian who holds deep meaning to him, be in danger?! He was beginning to drown in his horrible and disgusting thoughts.

Before he was snapped back to reality with a harsh bump to the side of his head from the hard right turn you took. Screaming curses at the back at your throat as the villains you had dodge countless times before, finally managed to pin you guys.

It was on your side that the car was pinned to the wall, Shoto was face to face with the villain in the passenger seat. You internally cringed at all the screeching noises that were coming out from the situation. Knowing fully well that your car wouldn’t come out unscathed and you’d have to pay another hefty amount for all the repairs it’ll need.

“Damn, I just had the paint job done and it was expensive!” You comically cried out tears to which made Shoto really fucking guilty.

Internally he also burned a mental reminder into his brain, remembering to pay for all of the damages that happened to your car. It wouldn’t be a big deal as you usually made it sound, like that one time he bought you a really expensive necklace.

Though you loved it, you had still asked him to take it back. His baby only deserves the world in his opinion, although he of course can’t get you the entire world. He could get you the things best next to it. Besides all expenses would be paid using Endeavors credit card so you shouldn’t worry about it.

But going back, besides feeling guilty, he was so feeling really pissed now at the villains, Shoto couldn’t help but indulge himself in freezing their entire car. Yeah it was a bit reckless because the sudden freezing ice that came into contact with the schalding hot engine could explode(Just run with it, I know that’s not how it goes :D)!

But he was so livid, no one treats his girlfriend and future wife like that! She was incredibly sad with the damages her car got, Hell he’ll get her a new car just to see how she smiles!

“Shoto!” Your eyes widened in fear as the villains were stuck in a block of ice, completely frozen over with terrified expressions.

“It’s fine, as long as we act fast they won’t die.” He grumbled underneath his breath.

Pulling out his phone from his pocket, he failed his dad’s number, telling him where exactly they were and that the villain was immobilized. Leaving out the part that he completely froze over, just telling them in a somewhat stiff and monotonous voice to hurry up and up them away.

Because he was taking you home, before all the media and paparazzi could reach the both of you. He really didn’t want you to get involved with the media, he knew that could damage your reputation immensely, despite having helped a lot tonight.

He can’t deny the fact that you had driven so recklessly, and so dangerously. He has his limits too, until how far he can protect you, he was human in that way. But also he didn’t want the media getting a hold of your relationship.

Even if he had told the media that you were a civilian he never met and had only asked for your car, they wouldn’t believe his bullshit. For one, it was quite obvious you had just come out from a date from the similar over the top outfits you guys were wearing.

But not only that, he knew how crazy his fangirls were. He was undeniably popular, and could kill girls with his smile alone as per Mt. Lady, who he knew his girlfriend wasn’t really fond of from all the attempted flirting she does with him.

Of course, he never indulged in her silly antics, nor did he find any interest in it. For one their age gap was huge even if Mt. Lady would never admit it, he knew that she was clearly really older than him despite still being known as a young pro hero.

Steering away from that topic, you guys were now driving home. Or more like you guys were driving back to your dorm, Shoto had never been there before. But he had already been to the college you were enrolled in.

After immense convincing on Shoto’s side, you both agreed that Shoto would stay with you tonight. To protect you, comfort you, etc. and stuff. Good thing you knew your roommate was out partying all night and would return tomorrow afternoon with a major hangover.

Before you guys went to your dorm though, you had to drop by U.A. so that Shoto could get some of his stuff. He called Midoriya and informed him about the situation, leaving out the parts of the night where you were the one driving for him with the high speed chase as he went inside . All that Midoriya knew was that you somehow managed to involve yourself in the situation.

Because of that he was going to spend the night over at your dorm, so he could take care of you and that, that was all there to it. Nothing more and nothing less. Definitely no baby making processes involved. He made sure he emphasized that as he heard Kaminari in the background cheering and rooting for him.

Yelling along the lines he was gonna pop his cherry. He also heard the yells of disapproval from Iida, saying that it wasn’t moral of him to stay at your dorm when you only started dating just tonight(He also let them in that he finally asked you to be his girlfriend and that you agreed quickly, they all cheered at him for that).

He had to ask for their help in sneaking in and out of the dorms undetected. Promising that he’ll explain everything to their homeroom teacher tomorrow when he knows you were safe, sound, and comfortable.

After a lot of convincing and slight begging the whole class agreed to help. Also it wasn’t like their homeroom teacher, Midnight even cared. Actually, they managed to let her in on the whole situation, making sure she wasn’t going to be angry.

Being angry or furious was far from the expression she was making. Instead she was incredibly supportive of the situation, agreeing to let him go protect you for tonight without any punishment whatsoever.

Which made Iida livid, he was actually tempted to go to principal Nezu himself to report Shoto. A fact that you almost cried at and forced Shoto to stay at his dorms instead. Had it not been for Bakugo being the ultimate savior of the day.

Reminding Iida of how it was Shoto who helped him out back in his first year with the hero killer, Stain. Yeah, being the smart ass he is, he managed to discover the secret that Deku and Shoto hid so well.

At least it worked out in the end though, they helped him sneak into the dorms and quickly pack his stuff. Before he left though Kaminari and the boys managed to sneak into Shoto’s pants back pocket a little gift before he left.

I’ll leave it to your imagination what it was, just that the boys were teasing him, saying things like wrap it before you tap it and how consent was always important. Shoto could only chuckle lightly at their comments.

He knew why they were acting that way, it wasn’t everyday that the Todoroki Shoto was staying at a girl’s dorm, not to mention the fact it was his girlfriend’s! You grimaced back at the memory as you drove to your dorm.

Once the car was parked, you groaned and comically cried out tears at what happened to the car. There was evidence all over it of what had happened that night. Shoto promised to you internally that when you woke up, your car would be as good as new, courtesy of Endeavor's black card, of course.

He also knew that endeavor also had a new American Express Platinum Card from all the times he had to go back and forth from Japan to America for all his missions. Shoto would have to try that one out, once he’ll bring you to the states for his planned date next week when both of you are free.

You said you were a racer, right? He knew for a fact that there were lots and lots of racing games there in America. He was hoping he could join you in them, though an extremely dangerous sport.

He saw tonight just how much you loved it, so he wasn’t going to do anything to take that away from you. Instead he’ll help provide the resources and opportunities you need to grow in that field. Need a crew team? He’ll get the best one money can buy.

Practically a sugar daddy to you, you refuse it? Well looks like his baby doesn’t understand him, he wants to do this for you! You don’t need to repay him anything else but with your heart, love, and affection.

You see money as something that can’t be easily thrown away, yet you see your heart as something that’s easily dispensable. How could you not, Shoto was easily one of the most sought out guys in Japan.

It couldn’t make you help but wonder if you and your driving skills were enough to be worthy to stand by his side, of course they were. They were more than enough in fact, Shoto would argue. He’d argue that those sets of skills aren’t easy to achieve.

Plus your beauty and brains that come with it is practically impossible to beat. She didn’t even think his classmate, Yaoyozorou, was even gorgeous compared to you. To him, you were the most prettiest and badass bitch there ever was to live.

And he proves that the moment you guys stepped into your dorms. Hands on each other’s body as what he had promised to himself wouldn’t happened that night, actually happened.

Maybe it was from all the pressure his classmates and friends were putting on him. But no, it wasn’t. He could tell himself it wasn’t. To him, this moment was perfect, nothing could beat the rain and wind that began to pour down and swiss heavily, the cold that came with it.

It made it even more perfect instead as he activated his quirk to make you warmer, bringing you onto the bed, making sure he locked the door behind him. I’m ordered not to be disturbed by anyone else.

In the morning the both of you would not come to regret anything else. Except for the fact you both forgot you had a roommate, the moment she entered the dorm she screamed at the fact that not only did you bring a boy to your guy's dorm.

But that boy was Todoroki Shoto, the high pitched scream she made resembled a squeal of excitement looking back at it now. All you knew that the both of you yelled at her to get out as you pulled on the covers higher to hide the both of your naked bodies.

Making her promise not to tell anyone about what she saw just now, or you’d tattletail her to her parents that she’s been clubbing and drinking for the past year, which she clearly wasn’t supposed and allowed to do.

She agreed of course at the mention of the threat, a large pour present on her face as she closed the door behind her, asking if you guys at least used protection. Making the both of you even more embarrassed and angrier than before which of course she laughed at as you threw a pillow at the door she just exited from.

You both groaned in embarrassment, red blushing cheeks clear as day. As you both grimaced at the situation, glad that at least it was finally over. Smiling to himself, Shoto would internally remember to thank the boys for the little gift they left in his back pocket. For the great night he had wouldn’t have been possible without it.

[donghyuckcuyhgnod]

OUR LITTLE SECRET.

park jisung x fem!reader

genre: fluff, crack

warnings: swearing, haechan sees reader naked for like two seconds, implications of showering with jisung, jisung’s clothes are too big for reader, implies that reader has long & dark hair, reader uses she/her pronouns

2.2k words

you were jisung’s little secret. as an idol, being in a relationship was not only risky, but hard to contain. not only did jisung worry about his own repuatation, but the most important thing to him was your happiness and your safety. and if the world knew about you, he was sure that both of those would be at risk. so he kept you to himself; not even his closest friends and fellow members knowing about you.

you didn’t mind, of course. you appreciated the way he took your feelings into consideration. you didn’t want to be famous, not one bit. you didn’t want to be known as the girl who dates an idol. jisung meant the world to you, and you didn’t want anything to get in the way of that.

so, the two of you opted for hanging out only when the fellow dreamies, who also happened to be jisung’s dormmates, weren’t home. and after your departure, he would make sure that every tiny trace of you was gone. he thought he’d been caught just recently—jaemin had found a piece of long dark hair in the laundry room and was quite puzzled. of course, jisung feigned the same amount of confusion as the other boys. and luckily, he wasn’t questioned.

or even when renjun found a tube of lipgloss in between the couch cushions when he was cleaning one day. luckily, donghyuck’s sister had visited recently before that which made a great excuse as to why there could be a tube of lipgloss in the couch. however, jisung couldn’t help but taste that same lipgloss on his lips from the day before when the dreamies weren’t home.

but he hasn’t been caught, and he hadn’t planned on getting caught any time soon. it’s been over a year since the two of you began dating, and to be honest, both of you were quite shocked at how long you’ve kept this secret. jisung promised you that one day, when ready, he’d gladly introduce you to the members; but for now, laying low was the only viable option.

you sighed at the feeling of the hot water trickling down your back, your hands running through your hair to get the suds out. the only type of wash jisung had in the shower was men’s shampoo, but the smell was absolutely heavenly so you weren’t really complaining. he had just previously gotten out, opting to let you finish washing your hair while he searched for a movie for the two of you to watch before you had to leave the dorms.

you heard the knob of the bathroom door turning, a smile immediately adorning your face at the thought of your boyfriend’s pretty face, free of any makeup and hair completley natural. you were about to greet him, until you heard a voice that definitely wasn’t jisung’s.

“jisung, we’re home a little early. jeno forgot to text you that we were on our way back,” you heard a high-pitched voice say, and you could lightly make out the shadow of a figure walking towards the sink in the bathroom. your eyes widened, a state of pure panic taking over your body.

shit, what do i do now? i can’t say anything, my voice clearly isn’t jisung’s! but if i stay silent, it’ll be weird! oh, fuck!

“dude?” the boy said after another moment, confusion laced in his voice at the lack of response. your hands flew to your forehead in frustration, holding your breath in a nervous habit. the figure walked a bit closer towards the closed shower curtain, and you could see the way he bent down and picked something up.

shit.

“bro, why are there women’s underwear on your floor? and a bra?” you heard a laugh. “i had no idea you liked to wear these types of things, jisung,” the boy teased, and you could practically feel the smugness in his tone. suddenly, you heard the voice of your lovely boyfriend. finally.

“hyuck! h-hey, what’s up?” jisung casually asked, and you could clearly hear the nervousness in his voice. you could make out his figure faintly through the curtain, his hands on his hips as he rocked back and forth on his heels.

“oh- jisung? why is the shower running if you’re not in it?” the boy questioned, a tint of suspicion in his voice.

“oh, you know. just cleaning the tub!” jisung laughed it off, and you rolled your eyes at his pathetic excuse and terrible lying skills.

“cleaning? dude, you never clean!” the boy, that you now know as hyuck, laughed. “let’s see just how good you cleaned the bathtub then,” he mocked, and the panic began to rise in you once again as you saw his figure get closer and closer to the shower curtain. and suddenly, there were fingers hooked around the ends of the curtain and a panicked jisung yelling, “no! hyung, stop!”

and before you knew it, your eyes met a pair of brown ones that had blown incredibly big at the sight of a girl in the familiar shower. the scream you let out was loud and ear-piercing as you tried your best to cover yourself, a similar noise coming from the boy you’d never met before.

“WHAT THE FUCK!?” he screamed, immediately covering his eyes, running out of the bathroom as you heard his loud footsteps. you stopped the water, not knowing what else to do as you heard jisung chase after him.

“THERE’S A GIRL IN OUR SHOWER!”

suddenly, a series of voices began to reach your ears, a loud and shocked “THERE’S A GIRL IN OUR SHOWER!?” coming from another voice, but this one a bit deeper. you cringed, an overwhelming amount of regret taking over you. as fast as you could, you exited the bathroom, thanking the gods above that your boyfriend’s bedroom was only one room over. you threw on the first thing that you could find in jisung’s closet—a large shirt and a pair of sweat shorts.

after speedily getting dressed, you made your way towards the door of jisung’s bedroom. your hand hesitated on the knob, a heavy breath leaving your lips as you prepared yourself for an interesting encounter, and also to properly explain yourself; although, you weren’t really sure there was a proper way to explain all of this.

opening the door, you slowly and nervously made your way down the hall and nearing the living room, where several different voices were bickering and talking back and forth—you being the main subject.

rounding the corner, you caught sight of the five boys you had heard so much about. your body shook with nerves and your wet hair felt heavier than normal on your head and your shoulders. they hadn’t heard or seen you yet, their minds too occupied with questioning and interrogating the youngest of the group.

you lightly cleared your throat, gaining the attention of all six boys as they went completely silent. all twelve eyes were on you, wide and shocked, confusion evident in the way they looked at you. jisung silently cooed at the way you looked with his baggy clothes on your small figure, but now was not the time for that.

“who are you!?” one of them screeched, his bright orange hair swaying as he shook his head in confusion. before you could even get a word out, jisung interrupted.

“chenle! don’t talk to her like that!” he defended you. the way the five unfamiliar boys stared at you had involuntarily made you shiver, your nerves causing you to flinch away from their stares.

“guys, this is. . . uhm,” jisung cleared his throat, looking down at the ground as his cheeks went red. he scratched the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact with his five best friends, and especially you. your eyes sparkled at him, a gentle smile taking over your face at his cute antics. although, you couldn’t really blame him for acting in such ways. this was an awkward situation. “this is y/n. my girlfriend,” he blurted out, his voice going high-pitched at the end of his sentence.

“girlfriend?” another said, his eyes going wide as he stared at jisung. “since when have you had a girlfriend?” he said, his pink hair nearly covering his wide eyes.

“about a year and a half,” you responded, and they seemed shocked to hear you speak. your voice was small and nervous, but had a sweetness to it that made their hearts melt. you were so small compared to them, jisung’s clothes hanging off of your dainty figure like a dress.

“you’ve been keeping this from us for over a year!?”

“yes, renjun!” jisung responded with annoyance. “she just said that, didn’t she?”

“oh, don’t you dare talk to me like that-“ renjun started, but was cut off by the final boy, his round glasses slowly sliding down his nose as he shushed renjun.

“i’m really sorry,” you said, your eyes wide in regret as you nervously played with your fingers.

“why are you apologizing? it’s my fault i didn’t tell them,” jisung said, a look of sincerity in his eyes.

“no, no, no. it’s not your fault. i’m sorry for intruding when you guys didn’t even know i existed. it was wrong of me and i apologize. i’m the one who agreed to see jisung in secret, when i should’ve been encouraging him to be truthful with you all. i-i didn’t mean to offend any of you,” you spoke softly, and the boys couldn’t help but soften at the way you basically shriveled into a ball from nervousness.

“it’s okay,” hyuck said, noticing the way jisung looked at you with sadness in his eyes. he had never seen such a look on the younger’s face, and it almost made him feel bad for making such a scene. almost. “it’s jisung’s fault. he’s the idiot for keeping an entire person from us,” he finished.

“hey!” jisung defended, and you couldn’t help but giggle at that, covering your face to hide your blushing and embarassed cheeks. the boys smiled at you, somehow finding you quite adorable. it had only been a mere few minutes and they had barely even spoke to you, yet somehow you were already like a little sister to them. maybe it was the look in jisung’s eyes when you emerged from his bedroom, or maybe it was the way you smiled at jisung after hyuck made you laugh.

“you guys are all assholes, you know! instead of approaching the situation calmly you just automatically freaked out on me!” jisung said, huffing as he stomped his foot.

“calmly!? park jisung, i saw a naked girl in our shower. how the hell was i supposed to react calmly to that!?” hyuck said, causing you to break out into giggles once again as he shouted at your boyfriend. the boys joined along in your light laughter, all amused; except for your boyfriend, of course.

“well. . . i don’t know! also, why are you still holding those!?” jisung shouted, noticing the familiar pair of blue underwear in hyuck’s hands. your boyfriend snatched them from his friend’s grip, hiding them behind his back. you yelped in embarrassment, for they weren’t necessarily a normal pair of underwear—but rather, lack-there-of.

“yeah? why is your hair wet, too?” chenle pointed out, the boys all noticing his dripping wet locks, similar to yours. jisung’s eyes widened, his mouth hanging open in shock. suddenly, his entire face was a deep shade of red and his eyes were trembling. “wh-what are you talking about? i took one before her!”

“yeah, right! your hair would’ve been dry by now! our little maknae isn’t so little anymore, huh?” the boy with the pink hair smirked, a teasing laugh escaping his lips as the boys joined along. “shut up, jaemin!”

“hey, i don’t blame you, sung! from what i saw, she’s got a nice pair of-“

“don’t you dare say it!” he yelled at hyuck. you put your face in your hands, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“our maknae can get it!” the boy with glasses said. “shut up, jeno!” jisung responded, clearly at a loss for words.

you giggled again, your mood suddenly lifting. you no longer felt weird and embarassed by the way they looked at you, but rather comfortable. they had already made you laugh quite a few times, and you had only just met them. you looked at jisung and the way he sighed in frustration, and you couldn’t help but smile at him and the way they nagged and teased the younger.

despite jisung’s protests, you could already make out the clear brother-like relationship between the boys. it was evident in the way they teased him, their remarks full of affection. weirdly enough, you enjoyed seeing so much love being put forth towards your boyfriend, no matter how much he disagreed.

for the days after that, you no longer saw jisung in secret. you started to spend a lot more time at the dorms, whether the dreamies were there or not. you even began spending nights there, up until sunrise playing games with jisung and his fellow members. you felt closer to your boyfriend than ever, and you were happy to call the five other boys your new friends.

maybe being a secret wasn’t the best option, afrerall.

all rights reserved, © euphoriclele 2021

[jungkxook]

—make it right. (m)

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader 

⟶ genre: punk!jungkook / band au / exes-to-lovers au / angst / smut

⟶ words: 11,528

⟶ rating: 18+ 

⟶ summary: you’re wholeheartedly, madly in love with jungkook and yet you shouldn’t be because it’s been almost a year since you broke up with him. worst part of it all is that you know he’s still in love with you too

⟶ warnings: jungkook has a tongue piercing, oral sex because of said tongue piercing (fem!recieving), more tattooed and long haired jungkook to feed my fantasies, angsty pining clingy sex, also just general soft sex, crying sex lol, riding, creampie, slight praise kink themes, unprotected sex

⟶ disclaimer: here’s my one year blog anniversary present inspired by the first ever fic i posted on here! yes this is technically a sequel to melomaniac but not really. sort of like an alternate universe to the alternate universe but you don’t really have to read one or the other to understand the other. so, i hope you enjoy!

⟶ this is part of the melodrama tour series!

You swear you’re over Jungkook.

In fact, you would even go so far as to say you hate him ━ but you know that’s not true. It’s just that it’s much easier to believe that if you tell yourself you hate him enough times, then maybe you’ll find a way to fix your broken heart, and the pain in his absence won’t hurt so bad. 

As it turns out, it hardly works.

Seven months since he had left you to travel the world with his band, basking in promised eternal glory and fame and money, and yet even miles and oceans away from where you stand, he’s all you can think about. There’s a myriad of reasons as to why trying to forget him was an useless endeavour. The hardships of trying to forget a cherished life-long friendship you had grown accustomed to was one of them, and those lingering happy moments you had shared with him as lovers however fleeting they may be was another. But then there was the ever present fact that Jungkook and his band were so quick to rise to fame, their names far exceeding the seemingly cramped and small city you had both reigned from, and suddenly the boy you had known forever, and everything special that makes him, was now being shared to hundreds of millions of adoring fans.

You were certain it was all Jungkook ever wanted, the added attention and the pretty girls fawning over him, because he had always been a casanova in many ways despite always promising you that you were the only one for him even before you had started dating. You had told him it wouldn’t work ━ I trust you as my best friend, you had said in a moment of despair, grasping at straws. I don’t have to worry about you breaking my heart. But I don’t know if I can trust you as my boyfriend ━ far before he and his band had been signed to their record label and paraded around the world, when they were still practicing in rented storage units and friends’ garages and rundown local studios, playing gigs anywhere and everywhere from dingy bars to college campus parties, supporting him every step of the way if only because he was your best friend, and he had been so persistent that it would work, chasing after you even when you tried to push him away. I would treat you right, he had urged so ardently late one drunken night after stumbling back to his apartment. I already practically worship the ground you walk on.

And how could you ━ who had already been so madly in love with him but scared of him breaking your heart, scared of losing him, scared of this happening ━ ever resist him? He made love seem so easy, and maybe that’s because it was when you were with him. But now, he was no longer yours; now, he was the world’s, and you were nothing but a mere hazy fragmented memory in his mind, long forgotten, watching from the side of the stage much like you always had from the very start of it all.

“Hey, isn’t this that band?” Jihyo’s voice bursts through your wandering trail of thoughts.

It takes you a moment to recollect yourself, finding yourself not in the arms of an ex-lover or stuck in a bygone time of months past, but in the cosy and amiable café nearest your campus and frequented by a plethora of your fellow peers. You’re fortunate to find that your other group mates have also become sidetracked, trailing far from the assignment you were all supposed to be working on. Dahyun is perched beside you, chin nestled in the palm of her hand and elbow propped on the table as she scrolls aimlessly through her phone; Jihyo and Taeyong were sat across from you, gossiping fervently about some mutual friend of theirs. You hadn’t known the pair long enough to know much about them or the tragic affair of whoever Mina is for accepting her cheating boyfriend back for the second time, and, likewise, they seem oblivious to your own self-wallowing once you realize what’s caught Jihyo’s sudden attention.

You hear his voice first.

It’s easy to discern, even after all this time and even amongst the muffled chatter and clanking of porcelain and cutlery of those seated around you. The sweet, velvety lull of Jungkook singing throughout the café from the overhead speakers, pretty upbeat melodies and synths mixed with wistful words making up the song he had written for you before he left, before the fame and fans, as a way of telling you how he truly felt about you. It feels like a dream, and maybe that’s because it is, bringing you instantly to another time, and another world. You still remember him showing you the unfinished song for the very first time, curled up next to him in his living room, listening to him serenade you to sleep, humming in places where he hadn’t formed the words yet, strumming along with his acoustic. It was yours and his until he showed the world almost a year ago on their very first show at the Seoul Olympic Stadium in front of thousands of people, as a final desperate act of proclaiming his love for you after a disastrous attempt at a first date that he had begged from you. Just one, he pleaded. To prove it to you that I can be a good boyfriend. And if things don’t work out, we can pretend it never happened and just go back to being us. That’s a promise.

At the time, you had treasured the song. It was beautiful in every way, his love transcending his words and enveloping your heart in pure warmth.

Now, you hate it.

It’s the third time you’ve heard the song that day. Despite avoiding it as best as you could, it seems to find a way to make itself known in your daily life like the nagging nuisance it is. Because fate seemed to enjoy its sadistic behaviour of having the song be one of the main reasons Jungkook and his band had skyrocketed to fame in such a short span of time and, suddenly, Jungkook disappearing from your life meant little when his voice remained as a constant reminder of what could have been, what couldn’t have been, and what fell apart at the already fragile seams. And what was a proclamation of love to you turned into nothing but a fabled tale of lovers. You wonder if people who hear it ever think about where they’ve gone, or who they’ve turned into, or if their love was made to last. You wonder, above all else, if people ever think about it at all.

“Beyond the Scene, right?” Taeyong asks. He seems just as animated to be discussing the song as Jungkook’s voice fades into Jimin’s.

“God, I love this song. It’s so dreamy,” Jihyo lets out a longing sigh as she slumps against her seat. “Y’know, I’m seeing them this Friday. It’s their first time being back in, like, five months.”

“Dude, I’ve been trying to get tickets to see them for months now!” Taeyong gaps incredulously. “How’d you score them?”

“A friend of a friend knows the guy who plays keys,” Jihyo says. “The cute mysterious one.”

“Yoongi, right?”

“Yeah━”

As the pair dive into a passionate discussion about the boys and their first full-length album released under their recently-signed-to label from Columbia Records, you shift uncomfortably in your seat. Dahyun almost immediately straightens up, eyes flickering from the pair to you and back again. You’re both fortunate she’s there, having known your past with Jungkook, and despise it a little more, wondering what her pitying gaze must mean.

“Hey, Dahyun. Y/N.” Taeyong’s voice grabs your attention now. “What do you think of these guys? Didn’t some of them used to go to this school?”

“Yeah, I had a few classes with their drummer.” Dahyun waves her hand airly, swiftly brushing over the fact that she did far more than have a “few classes” with any of the boys but was also one of their closest friends. “I think they’re great━” She glances sideways at you one more time. “Hey, maybe we should get back to the assignment now━”

“I had a class with their lead guitarist, Jungkook, last year,” Jihyo continues, her excitement getting the best of her as Dahyun’s voice drowns out in the foreground.

“No way!” This dubious exclamation comes from Taeyong.

“I tried talking to him once but he totally blew me off,” Jihyo says. “Which is fine, because he’s still hot. If I had known he was gonna be a famous rockstar, I’d have tried asking him out a second time━”

Suddenly, you feel sick.

It’s odd to hear two strangers discuss Jungkook’s life while you’re seated across from them, as if you’re nothing more than an outsider to whoever Jungkook has become now. But you can’t stand it anymore. You’re certain you look insane to them when you push your seat back abruptly, the metal legs screeching against the floor as you stand.

“Whoa, what’s wrong━?” Taeyong starts to ask but you’re gone before he can finish the question, murmuring a half-hearted excuse about how you forgot you needed to be somewhere.

You’ve rounded on your heel and have fled from the café before anyone can try to stop you, with nothing but Jungkook’s mellifluous voice fading in the distance as he croons aloud for you in a time long since passed.

You don’t care. Besides, you’re sure Dahyun will cover for you.

The worst part of it all? The dreadful realization that sinks into your mind, and into your heart, beckons the question: who’s to say you aren’t a stranger now to Jungkook’s life altogether?

“So, what are you trying to say?”

You remember the moment so clearly despite wanting nothing more than to forget it all, and the pain associated with it. Because even from then you knew you would always be in love with Jungkook, but you couldn’t have him. It’s hard to remember whose fault it is this time that caused the sudden fight, though random little arguments had been a frequent occurrence nearing the end of your one year relationship more often than not. You hate blaming it all on him, because you were certain you were at fault too. Maybe a little bit wary at times, a little selfish, wanting him all to yourself. Even though you knew he has an obligation to the world, it still hurt when he started making promises he couldn’t keep, blowing you off for soundchecks, or spontaneous interviews, or record label meetings. More and more you could feel the both of you drifting apart, maybe without even meaning for it to happen.

It was just that Jungkook was destined for a lifetime of greatness, and you were starting to think that meant without you.

You had stopped him late one night after he had stumbled home from his and the band’s nightly studio sessions as they worked through recording their debut album as a signed band. Lately, it seemed as if that was all that Jungkook cared about, and while you knew the band meant the world to him and you would always support him in his endeavour, you couldn’t help but feel lesser in comparison. That, and you hated seeing the boy overwork himself to the point of near exhaustion every night if only because their label was so adamant about having the album finished before the month ended.

“You want to, what? Break up?” Jungkook asked, this time more incredulously and less dumbfounded as he had initially been. He didn’t believe you just yet, but you couldn’t exactly tell what he was thinking anymore at that point.

“I just figured we could use some time apart,” You had suggested awkwardly. “Just a break.”

He had let out a breathless, disbelieving laugh. “Y/N, this is insane.”

You flinched. You remember having to look away, refusing to meet his suddenly sorrowful look. “Is it, Jungkook? I mean… Look at us. We’re falling apart. It was bound to happen eventually. We tried to make it work but maybe we’re on different paths now.”

“But I love you,” Jungkook gasped, exasperated. “Where is this coming from?”

“And I don’t want to have to tie you down for the rest of your life,” You continued on stubbornly, “or make you think you owe me your whole life just because you said you fell in love with me when you were thirteen━”

This seemed to catch Jungkook’s attention. He grew rigid in front of you, a look of wary agony contorting his face. “Is that what this is then? You don’t love me anymore?”

You didn’t respond immediately, instead the dread of the night seemed to finally catch up with you and you had grimaced. You had loved him even then, but the thought of voicing it aloud when you were supposed to be breaking up with him didn’t feel right. The tears began to swell in your throat and blur your vision. Jungkook must have noticed, because he always seems to spot the small things about you that even you miss. Almost instantly, the sour look on his face softened and his gaze turned helpless, with those big puppy-dog eyes that you’ve always been too fond of. He closed the distance between you at once, warm hands grabbing at your own.

“You do.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement. He knew you were still in love with him ━ or maybe he’d just been hopeful. “I know you do. So then why are you breaking up with me?” 

He let go of one of your hands to reach up to your face, calloused fingers gentle and soft against your cheek as they brushed away a rogue tear you hadn’t realized had fallen from your lashes. For a moment, you had let yourself get carried away. You leaned into the comforting heat and touch of his palm as he cradled your face.

“Don’t━” You choked out after a moment of silence, hating when your voice splintered into a sob. “Don’t touch me. Please, Jungkook. You’re only going to make this harder.”

His hands sprang away from your face almost at once, as if he had just been burnt by scalding fire. He wanted nothing more than to reach out and pull you into his arms but he had refrained the urge somehow, miraculously. So, instead, he grit his teeth and clenched his hands into fists as his arms fell limp at his sides.

“Then don’t do this. Don’t walk away,” Jungkook pleaded desperately. “I don’t understand. If you love me still, why are you making this harder for yourself?”

“Because what if that’s all we have in common anymore?” You asked wretchedly. “We care about each other. We always will. But you’re focused on the band, and this is my last year of school. Maybe we just need time to focus on ourselves.”

Jungkook blinked once. Twice. His stare was suddenly devoid of any emotion as he gawked at you, but you could tell that he was hurting. It was there in the fluttering of nerves in his jaw; there, in the way his lips pulled taut into a thin line; there, in the way even you could see his eyes begin to shimmer with wet tears that he unabashedly displays without trying to wipe away.

“So that’s it?” he asked. “After everything we’ve been through. You’re just gonna end it, like that? Y/N, come on━”

His hands had found purchase on your waist, and you had lingered for a moment too long; then, fumbling, he tried to grab delicately at your face, probing you to look at him. But you couldn’t. The moment you met his wounded gaze, you shook your head furiously. You had slithered out of his grasp, slipping through the seams of his fingers just like that.

“I━” You paused. “This isn’t some spur of the moment decision, Jungkook. How can you not see it? I’ve felt so alone these past few months. It’s like you’re here but not entirely. Your mind is always somewhere else, always thinking about the band and never about us.”

“What am I supposed to do?” he had asked hotly. “The band is my everything.”

“And what am I?” You asked. The question only mildly offended you, a shot right to your heart. Because if the band was his everything, what were you in comparison? “A distraction until you get everything you want? I can’t keep being that.”

“No!” he protested. “You’re not a distraction. You’re━” He stopped himself short, brows furrowing. “You can’t keep pinning this all on me. You just don’t trust me, do you? You never did. Always thinking I’m with some other girl when I’m not with you━”

“That’s not true,” You admonished.

“Isn’t it?” Jungkook retaliated.

“I don’t want to hear it,” You had said at once. Your tone was final, a decisive ending to your argument with him. “My mind’s already been made up, Jungkook. I don’t think we should see each other again until we sort all this out ━ or, until you sort out whatever your priorities are.”

Jungkook’s stare had hardened, a frown deeply etching into his face. He had straightened up then, perplexed and upset with your standoffish demeanour, as if thinking this surely meant nothing to you. But little did he know this would become one of the hardest decisions you would have to make.

“Fine,” he said rigidly. “If that’s how it is, then I’m gone. You’ll never have to see me again.”

You hadn’t known at the time just how terribly you had messed up ━ neither had Jungkook. He had left before you could stop him, or before either of you could change your minds. Because nothing’s worse than a broken heart, blinded by stubborn and defensive rage. Accusatory fingers and blaming him or you wouldn’t heal the wounds that had already formed, and ending things seemed to only make it worse, months of lonely heartache without Jungkook to further prove just that…

The last time you spoke to Jungkook, you told him you never wanted to see him again ━ or, at least, that seems to be how he interpreted it.

Now, you were standing in the midst of his domain, surrounded by everyone in his public sphere of friends and colleagues and acquaintances, and there was certainly no way of escaping him.

You were starting to think you’re losing mind, because you’d truly have to be insane to have worked up the nerve to agree to go with Dahyun to a party being held celebrating the band’s recent tremendous success and headlining their first world tour. Their manager, Jin, had personally reached out to you and Dahyun, calling you as a means of asking you to attend, though you had given him a timid and dismissive response at first. If it hadn’t been for Dahyun purposely and almost quite literally dragging you out under the premise that “even if you don’t want to see Jungkook, you at least owe it to the boys to go,” you don’t think you’d even be here. But while you didn’t know where you stood with Jungkook anymore, that didn’t mean you weren’t still proud of him or the rest of the boys. It just became harder to bask in their success with them when you had gone from knowing every detail of their lives, of Jungkook’s life, to knowing only what you could hear from gossiping fans around you, or plastered in tabloids, or all over any form of social media.

The party is held at some sort of fancy lavish restaurant, the entire back room rented out by the band’s record label and management, and is filled with dozens of people you don’t know. Fortunately, you and Dahyun aren’t left alone for very long, as an elated Jin and Jimin, the appointed lead singer, bustle their way through the crowd to you almost as soon as you arrive, leaving very little time for you to feel so awkward that you consider running away again. Jimin, in all his spritely and extravagant blue haired disposition, wastes no time in engulfing you both in a comforting hug as if months hadn’t passed since you’ve last seen them.

“Glad you guys could make it!” Jin smiles from over Jimin’s shoulder.

“It’s been forever,” Jimin affirms.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Dahyun says. “I’m surprised you guys didn’t forget about us, considering you’re big rockstars now.”

“Rockstar is a bit of an overstatement.” An effortlessly charming smirk unfurls on Jimin’s face, which seems to immediately dazzle Dahyun. “Besides, we could never forget you. Hey, come with me to find the guys. I think we could all use some time to catch up━”

He places his hand on the small of Dahyun’s back as he guides her away, leaving you with Jin. A moment of silence passes, in which time you can feel the boy’s eyes lingering on you.

“He knows you’re coming tonight, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Jin says carefully, treading over his words lightly. It’s too painfully obvious who he’s talking about, though you’re fortunate he doesn’t bother mentioning Jungkook’s name anyway. “There’s no point in hiding. I think you should talk to him.”

“I━” You trail off uselessly, your voice croaking. Fearing an imminent breakdown, you shake your head. Then, holding your chin a little higher, Jin’s startled to hear you pretend as if he hadn’t said anything. “It really is good to see you guys again. If you’ll excuse me, I think I need a drink.”

And you’re gone once more before he can say anything else. On your lonesome, you find refuge at the bar, though you only order water because you’re certain you won’t be able to stomach anything stronger. You don’t know how long you spend there, blankly staring at a spot on the wall as your mind wanders everywhere and yet nowhere at all until━

“Y/N?”

There it is again. The familiar sound of his voice, only this time it’s much more attainable, closer to your world and not elsewhere so high in the clouds like a hopeful dream. You brace yourself before turning to face him.

This close, Jungkook looks breathtakingly and painfully beautiful.

As always, he’s adorned in all black, the first few buttons of the silky blouse he’s wearing left undone so that it teases the exposed flesh of his collarbones and the rose tattoo that inks his chest, the thorny stems crawling up the side of his neck just below his ear, accompanied by a pair of leather pants. He’s the same as ever. The same imperfect tattoos that decorate his fingers and arms that you’ve always loved, the same ring-clad fingers painted a chipped black, the same hoop accentuating his button nose. His hair is still his natural dark ebony color (something he’s seemed to stick with much more as of late despite dyeing it wild colours throughout his past), only it’s a little longer than you last remembered, and the sides of his head are shaved in the form of an undercut. You’re foolishly surprised to find he still looks the same, but almost a year away from someone can both change nothing and yet everything all at once.

“Jungkook…” You want to say something more, but your words fall short.

It’s hard to tell if he’s angry or upset at seeing you there, but you don’t think he’s either, and you have an inkling of a thought that he purposely sought you out amongst the many faces. Instead, he looks hesitant, apprehensive, as if dreading how you’ll respond to see him. As if you’ll yell at him, push him away. You do neither, fortunately.

Just when the dense silence starts to become almost unbearable, Jungkook clears his throat. “I━ Wow… You look great.”

You blink once, a flustered blush warming your face that you hope he doesn’t notice. “Oh. Thank you. You do, too.”

His eyes flicker over your presence as he nods absentmindedly. Then, he’s offering you a pretty smile, soft and sweet in nature. No malice, or ill-intent. “Um━ How have you been?”

You hate this. You hate the awkward pauses, the prolonged periods of silence. A year ago, even despite knowingly pining for one another, your moments alone with Jungkook were never so terrible. He always found a way to say something cheekily flirtatious even when you were just friends, if only because he knew it would make you blush and giggle because, no matter how many times you would roll your eyes or nudge his sides, he also knew you secretly loved it. All the inside jokes, the milestones shared together, the ardent fleeting touches ━ where did it all go? And while you were both noticeably trying to maintain the peace and pleasantry between one another, it didn’t feel the same. It felt forced, fake. Distracted.

“I’ve been good,” You lie. “How about you? Actually, don’t answer that━” You let out a breathless chuckle. “You’ve clearly been doing amazing. I mean, your album, and your world tour. And tomorrow you’ve got a big day with the hometown show. I heard it sold out in the first ten minutes.”

“Something like that,” Jungkook says modestly. “It’s been kind of crazy. Namjoon says it’s good, but I miss━ I just miss a lot of how it used to be. The slow pace. I dunno. The quick burn up is quick to burn out, right?”

“Maybe,” You admit. “But I think you’ve all got it in you. You’ve worked so hard for this moment. Enjoy it while you’re in it. You deserve it, Jungkook.”

His stare softens as it meets yours. “Thanks.”

Another beat of silence passes. He looks as if he’s warring with himself, as if he’s fighting the urge to say something more, gnawing at his lower lip, brows knitting together.

“Yo, Jeon!” A foreign voice from amongst the crowd beckons aloud abruptly for the boy.

Jungkook glances over his shoulder swiftly in search of the source, then waves his hand as if to motion he’ll be there later. Then, he turns back to you. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay. I won’t keep you,” You say. “I know you’re busy.”

“But━” He stops himself, his jaw clamping shut. Changing his mind, he decides to ask hopefully, “Will you be at the show tomorrow?”

“Of course.” The affirmation seems to relieve him, even though it’s a spontaneous decision made by you on the spot. Before this moment, you hadn’t been so sure you could go.

“Promise?”

You can’t help but shake your head, a chuckle slipping past your lips at the innocent boyish question he asks. “Yes, Jungkook.”

His smile widens a little more, however sheepish it may be. “Then can you promise me one more thing?”

“What?” You quirk a brow, intrigued to say the least.

“Will you drop by the hotel we’re staying at tomorrow morning, so I can take you out for a coffee? Just to catch up. It’s been a while,” he says timidly. Then, feeling a little stupid for being so bold, scrambles to explain himself. “And no pressure if you don’t want to. I just thought━”

You can’t possibly say no. Not when it comes to Jungkook, all your past struggles seemingly vanishing without a trace. “I’d like that a lot, Jungkook.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

Then he’s positively beaming, his self-indulgent grin making your own heart flutter in your chest. When he leaves your side that night, you find yourself looking forward to the future perhaps a little too optimistically. But how terrible could grabbing coffee with your ex be, if you had survived the first wretched encounter?

So, in the morning when you wake, there’s not a stutter in your step or a wavering flicker of your confidence as you make your way to the Four Seasons hotel Jungkook had told you to from the night before. In fact, a selfish part of you almost thinks that maybe things will start to look up. That maybe you and Jungkook can finally make amends. That maybe you never had a reason to fear Jungkook breaking your heart if he made such an effort to heal it.

The hotel itself is one of the most luxurious ones in Seoul, a considerable contrast from when the boys were slumming it on friends’ couches and in their run-down van touring the country. The room Jungkook tells you to meet him at is one of the hotel’s grand suites, located on the higher levels of the building. But as soon as you reach the landing and have begun making your way towards the designated door, it flings open and a pretty girl comes stumbling out. She’s giggling at something that has just happened inside, her hair a dishevelled mess which she ruffles up in an attempt to fix it. She’s adorned in a pretty little dress, the skirt of which is hiked a little higher up and one strap falling down her shoulder, as she clings her shoes and bag to her chest. She smiles at you on the way past, though she’s too far gone in her own little daze that you wonder if she even notices you at all.

But you certainly notice her, and, all at once, your reverie of him and what could be comes crashing to the ground once more.

Maybe you should have stayed, should have waited for Jungkook to let him explain, but you were too afraid to hear an answer you weren’t looking for. You try desperately not to imagine Jungkook loving someone else. You try not to think about him holding her the same way he held you, his lips finding purchase on some other girl. But by trying to avoid the thought, it beckons the unwarranted memories of how it felt to be loved all over by him once upon a time. You wonder how many girls he’s hooked up with in your time apart, and the overwhelming sense of regret washes over you.

You don’t bother to wait. You know fleeing is the easiest option rather than facing your fear, but you’re far too timid of rejection again. Instead, even before you can approach Jungkook’s hotel room and knock on the door, you turn on your heels and run.

You’re long gone by the time Jungkook comes to the door, prying it open in search of you on a whim. When he doesn’t see you, he glances up and down the hallway but to no avail. Namjoon comes slinking past inside then in his own disoriented haze, having just woken up from moments ago when the girl he had taken back to their room the night before left. Even then, Jungkook had warned the rhythm guitarist against bringing the girl back, pointing out the fact that they had much to do today ahead of their concert. Namjoon had promised it wouldn’t be long, that she would be gone in the morning, and Jungkook was fortunate enough that the suite had two separate bedrooms on the opposite ends of one another so that Jungkook didn’t have to hear whatever it was the pair were doing in the other.

“Did Mina leave?” Namjoon asks through a yawn, digging the heels of his palms into his tired eyes. When Jungkook nods, a sliver of a reminiscent smug grin tugs at Namjoon’s lips. “You missed out, Jungkook.”

The cheeky quip is met with a roll of Jungkook’s eyes. “I’m sure I’ll survive. You know I’m not like that.”

Like that━ As in midnight hook-ups and cheap thrills alike. He tried it once, far ago when you had first broken up with him, on a drunken spur of a moment as a way of healing the anguish in his heart. It hadn’t worked then; he assumed it would never work.

Namjoon seems to understand this immediately. He gives Jungkook a look that the boy doesn’t notice. “Well… is Y/N here yet?”

“No. But I’m sure she’ll be here,” Jungkook grimaces. He hopes. “Something probably came up.”

Namjoon clasps a reassuring hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, humming aloud, “Good luck, dude.”

But you never arrive, even though Jungkook waits for most of the morning, nervous eyes flickering to the door at every commotion outside, running to check only to see room service delivering breakfast or concierge showing guests to their rooms. He has no choice but to give up on the thought of you coming when Jin knocks on their door, prompting the boys to get a start on their day. Interviews and soundcheck await, but how could he possibly go on with his life without knowing what happened to you?

Which is why you stay on his mind for the rest of the day, distracting him in every aspect, mixing up his words when he’s in the midst of his interview, tripping up on stage as the boys set up and begin to rehearse. As the hours wane down to just an hour before the show, the thought of performing in front of thousands of fans starts to make him nervous and he doesn’t know why. He’s done this countless times before, almost nightly during the tour, so what stops him now? Of course he knows the answer, had grown all too accustomed to the feeling the first few months in which the break up had been so recent. It would always be about you.

But just before the show starts, Jungkook is making his way backstage from the greenroom, where the band had been waiting, to the stage. Fiddling with his in-ear piece, he almost doesn’t notice you and Dahyun weaving your way through the roadies and sound tech, being guided by Jin to the pit on the side of the stage where only family and friends are allowed. You don’t see him, and there’s a split moment where he thinks he should just let you go, until he doesn’t.

As he makes his way to you, the tour manager for the band intervenes part way, shouting out to the boy. “Where are you going? We’re on in five, Jungkook!”

“Yeah, I’ll be right back━” He waves the manager off as politely as he can, wasting no time to chase after you. He calls out your name, though it drowns out in the sound of the music being blasted through the speakers of the arena and the screaming fans. “Y/N, wait up!”

He’s relieved when he sees you stop in your tracks, turning to face him as Dahyun and Jin become lost in the chaos of the backstage. He comes to stand just before you, smiling breathlessly at you, unaware of the way your shoulders tense at the sight of him.

“You didn’t show up this morning,” he says as a way of greeting, his voice a curious prob. “What happened?”

You try desperately not to get lost in his big beautiful eyes, laced with such hope. Instead, you fold your arms over your chest, looking away. “Something came up.”

It’s then that Jungkook senses something is wrong. You’re upset with him, though he can’t tell why. Aside from the obvious rift in your relationship that had initially split you two up, you had been so pleasant to see him the night before. But he doesn’t give up just yet. “Well… you’re here now.”

You meet his gaze with your own hardened one. “For the boys.”

A shot right to his heart almost makes Jungkook gasp for air. He flinches, and then his stare softens, and you wish he wouldn’t look at you like that, out of fear that you might just relapse into his arms.

“What’s wrong?” He closes the distance between the two of you. He wants nothing more than to reach out and touch you, but refrains with much difficulty. There’s dozens of things that could be wrong, and he braces himself for your retaliation. “You didn’t want to come, did you?”

When you don’t respond, but also don’t stray from his side, Jungkook hurries to speak again if only to fill the tense silence.

“Look, last night… Maybe it was just me, but last night seemed like things were okay,” he says. “Was I wrong to feel that way?”

“Jungkook…”

“Please, just let me know,” he begs. “Because you’re all I can think about these days, it’s driving me crazy. And I don’t know what’s going on, but the reason I wanted to see you this morning was because I hate how things ended between us, and I wanted to tell you…” He swallows nervously as he trails off uncertainly. “I wanted to tell you that I’m still in love with you. And I can’t get you out of my head. These months away from you made me realize that I━”

Suddenly, you’re shaking your head and he knows you don’t believe him. As soon as the words leave his mouth, he regrets saying it, if only because they seem to enliven you. Now, you push yourself away from the boy. “I’m not doing this right now. You’re not doing this right now.”

As if to further your point, the band’s tour manager can be heard calling out frantically for the boy. “Two minutes, Jungkook!”

But Jungkook is hardly paying attention now, instead solely focused on you. “Please, Y/N━”

“No, you don’t get to say that to me,” You admonish hotly. You can’t bite the words back, no matter how hard you try. “You don’t love me. You think you love me, but you don’t.”

His jaw clenches, and his brows furrow into a frustrated stare. “I do.”

“You don’t.”

“Yes, I do.”

“Stop.” The harsh word makes Jungkook clamp his mouth shut. You shake your head furiously, but you know it’s only to distract yourself so that you don’t let the tears fall. “You’re being selfish, Jungkook. You don’t get to take all of me, love all of me, and leave, only to come back months later and pretend you’re still in love with me. And whatever this━” You gesture vaguely between the two of you, “is, or was, doesn’t exist anymore. We both need to stop pretending otherwise.”

Jungkook winces, eyes tinged with pain. “You don’t mean that.”

You don’t respond. Elsewhere, his tour manager starts to grow impatient, scolding the boy aloud, “Jungkook, we’re gonna be late. Hurry up!”

“Yeah, I’ll be there!” Jungkook calls back, irritated. Maybe he is being selfish. He’s wasting precious time by not leaving, all the hard work that the crew put into tonight’s show, and the fans awaiting his and the band’s arrival. He can still hear the crowd, this time their buzzing voices amalgamating into unanimous chanting muffled by the walls that sounds akin to the band’s name.

“You should go,” You say now. “Don’t wanna disappoint them.”

But he’d throw it all away for you if you told him to. He promised you that even before he had left for tour, before the band had been signed. Had you forgotten? Because he surely hadn’t.

“Y/N…”

“Good luck out there.”

Then, you’re gone before Jungkook can even make a move to stop you ━ but even if he did, what could he do to make you stay? The feat seemed impossible, and you always seem to find a way to slip from his grasp no matter what he does. Only this time he has no choice but to let you go, out of fear of being berated further by his tour manager or angering the boys so much to the point where he gets kicked out of the band.

He makes it on stage in time, the band filing out to take their places one at a time, deafening screams blowing out their in-ear pieces that stand no chance as each member joins the stage. The lights fizzle out until complete darkness cloaks the venue, but Jungkook still looks for you. He finds you in the pit on the side of the stage, Jin and Dahyun standing beside you, and finds it hard to keep his eyes off of you even though you attempt to pretend as if he’s not even there.

After their first adrenaline-filled opening song of the night, Jimin takes to the microphone to greet the crowd who scream back an indiscernible shout as, elsewhere, you notice Jungkook pry himself away from the microphone stand on his side of the stage to wave the rest of the boys over to Hoseok’s drum kit. They murmur amongst themselves briefly, though they go unnoticed by Jimin or the crowd as the lead singer entertains them.

“Seoul! It’s good to be back. We’ve missed you all so much━”

Jimin’s words get cut short when Jungkook, having just parted ways with the rest of his members for their impromptu meeting, beckons the lead singer over, out of range of the microphone. They seem to discuss something just as shortly as Jungkook had talked with the rest of the boys, in which time Jimin nods understandingly, then steps away from the microphone. Then, Jungkook takes to the microphone, the rings on his fingers glistening under the spotlight as he grips the stand.

“I know the night’s only getting started,” Jungkook’s voice wavers as he speaks, “but we’re gonna slow things down for a moment. We hope you don’t mind.”

Intrigued murmurs echo around the crowd, suddenly buzzing with excitement as they watch Jungkook with eager eyes. A few encouraging bellows has Jungkook smiling smally. Jin, on the other hand, looks perplexed.

“What is he doing?” Jin asks no one in particular, a quizzical look on his face. “This isn’t part of their set.”

“I think a lot of you might know this next song,” Jungkook continues, “but I don’t think I’ve ever expressed how much it means to me. This next one, I wrote for a special someone, and it sort of helped us achieve all of this. So, I think it’s time that person knows how much they mean to me.”

Jungkook glances nervously over at the boys standing behind him, each in their own respective spots. Then, sweeping his gaze across the crowd, he finally finds you already staring up at him. His own eyes soften into a look of longing, however hardened by past tribulations and sorrow it may be. As if he’s determined not to lose you again; determined to make it up to you.

“This next one is for Y/N,” he says timidly. He has to turn away from you in the next second, afraid he might just break down before the fans and the boys and you. “I’m sorry I messed up.”

As the boys take their place, with Jimin taking an acoustic and fading back from the limelight, you wonder why. But then you hear it, the familiar beginning chords making up the song you had so wholeheartedly claimed you hated. Only this time they’re gentler, made up of acoustic strums of a guitar, Hoseok’s drums, and Yoongi’s keys, all amalgamating into a pretty song almost unrecognizable.

Then, Jungkook starts singing, and what was once a wistful dreamy song of prospective lovers suddenly turns into a melancholic requiem for you. Some lyrics are changed, present tense turning to the past, and Jungkook sings his way throughout the entirety of the song in contrast to the one that plays all over the radio featuring the other member’s voices. The fans sing along, their voices melding with Jungkook’s into some sort of celestial mellifluous choir, and you’re left no longer wondering if the fans would ever know the meaning behind the song that Jungkook had brought to life. Because now, it wasn’t just Jungkook singing to you; it was the whole world. And yet, paradoxically at the same time, it felt all that much more intimate. As if it were just you and him once again, seated on the couch in his small apartment, listening to the beginnings of what would be their number one selling song.

Above all else, you realize that you don’t seem to hate the song as much you claimed to.

That night, you can’t sleep.

You find yourself leaving the venue earlier than everyone else, even when the boys invite you and Dahyun to join them for celebratory drinks, returning to your home in the hopes of forgetting the night altogether. Instead, you stay up tossing and turning, your mind filled with memories consisting of only Jungkook and his haunting voice singing to you, and for you. But at some point during the night nearing one or two in the morning, just when you give up on the idea of sleep, the sound of incessant knocking at your front door rouses you from your trance.

When you finally answer the door, you’re more than surprised to see that Jungkook stands on the other side of the threshold as if coming to you from a dream. But then you register the fact that he’s a complete mess. Dark circles line his weary eyes, now smudged with that faint hint of charcoal liner he had worn for the concert, hair so messily mused beyond repair, and you notice quickly that he’s crying, fresh tears glazing over his pupils and streaking down his face. It’s startling to see him in such shambles, a complete contrast to how effortlessly charming and confident he usually portrays himself. But though you’ve seen him cry before on various occasions, now is all the more unsettling.

“I━I’m sorry.” It’s the first thing he says, screwing his eyes shut tightly as he shakes his head. He fumbles over his words, slurring them together in his rush to get them out. “I know I’m probably the last person you want to see right now, but I needed to see you.”

“Are you drunk?”

“No, no, I swear━” He pries his eyes open to meet your desolate stare, tears unabashedly falling from his lashes. His voice thins with desperation. “You said we need to stop pretending, but I’m not pretending. I never have been. And if you think ━ if you truly believe ━ that there’s nothing here between us anymore… Tell me. Right here, right now. And I’ll leave you alone forever, you’ll never have to see me again. I just━ I’ve missed you every moment and it kills me.”

You’re silent for a long period, pitying gaze sweeping over him, but he doesn’t care if he looks insane. He just needs you to know how he feels.

“Well, how do you think I felt?” You ask the question carefully, but then the memories come flooding back and the semblance of a scowl forms on your face. “You leave and suddenly everywhere I look I see you. Your song is playing everywhere, you and the guys are everywhere, and I’m reminded every day about how we ended. About how you left me.”

Jungkook blinks. He shakes his head stubbornly, the nerves in the corner of his jaw fluttering as he grits his teeth. “You were the one who said we should take a break.”

“A break!” You snap sternly. “Fuck, Jungkook. I didn’t want you out of my life forever. I wanted you to fight for me.”

“No, don’t put this all on me,” Jungkook pleads helplessly. “I have always fought for you. But the minute things got rough, you bailed. You told me you never wanted to see me again. What the hell was I supposed to do?”

“I was scared!” You try to swallow the tears away that start to form as a lump in your throat but to no avail. “I was, and I still am, so fucking scared of losing you. And you━ It felt like you gave me no choice. Like you were over it. I would have wanted to make things work but you left. You just… You left, and suddenly it was like you were never in my life at all. Seven months, and I get no word from you.”

“I fucked up, okay!” He cries out so suddenly, it silences you at once. He bites at his lip, and straightens up half-heartedly, running a hand through his hair. When he meets your stare this time, he’s zealous yet sincere. “I know that I messed up. I know. And it fucking kills me every single day. I don’t know where it went wrong, but it did, and I know it’s all my fault. When you said we should take a break and I agreed, I was only thinking about you. Because I knew I was disappointing you every day, and I was afraid that was all I would ever do, and you don’t deserve that. I thought it would be better this way, if I was just gone from your life for good. But I can’t forget you.”

“How can I trust you?” You ask. When his pained stare gawks at you, you tilt your chin a little higher. “I came by your hotel room yesterday morning, just like you asked, only to see that girl leaving.”

Jungkook’s gawk turns into a dumbfounded expression. He looks weary as he shakes his head, as if struggling to keep up with the way you accuse him now. He tries not to focus on the fact that you actually came to the hotel, then feels inconsolably terrible when he realizes why he never got to see you. “That girl was Namjoon’s fling. We were sharing the suite, and they were in a whole other room. I didn’t even think about her━”

Your stare droops from him, and he knows he’s struggling to keep you on his side.

“Okay, fine. You want trust? I’ll give it to you,” he says. A newfound sense of confidence seems to possess him, though he approaches the topic with extra caution anyway. “After we broke up, I was crushed. I couldn’t move on from you, and the guys thought I should get drunk, find a random girl to bring back to our hotel one night on tour. And I listened, because I wanted to forget you, but it didn’t work. All I could think about was you. Every time she touched me, every time she kissed me, I could only imagine it was you. And when she left that night, I broke down because I felt like such a fucking idiot. I instantly regretted it. Like, even though you and I weren’t together, I still did something to hurt you by sleeping with that girl. And all it did was hurt me too in the process.”

He pushes himself forward, taking a step over the threshold. Even despite him admitting his wrongs to you, you can’t find it in yourself to hate him. Because, at the end of it all, he’s here at your doorstep, pleading for you to forgive him, but he had already won the moment your eyes had landed on him.

“You’re the reason I am who I am today.” His voice is hoarse when he speaks, almost in a whisper. “That I get to do what I love for a living. But all of it means nothing without you. You saw me at my worst, and my best. And you were the best I ever had, and I ruined it, and the worst part of it all is that there’s nothing I can do to make up for it. But I promise I can make it better ━ I can make it right again ━ if you just give me a chance.”

There’s a short pause filled with poignant silence in which Jungkook thinks you’ll push him away or scream at him. He’s fortunate when you do neither; instead, he hears you whisper faintly.

“Kiss me, Jungkook.”

And it’s more than enough for him. His heart thrums in delight as he wastes no time in reaching out for you. His hands are warm as they come to grasp at your face, holding you delicately; then he’s leaning in to you, drawing you closer and closer until his lips are pressed against yours. It’s unadulterated, but not without feverish passion, noses smushing together in both your eager hastiness to close the distance between the two of you. It doesn’t last long either, though that’s partly because Jungkook can taste your tears mingling on your lips, and can feel your faint smile form against his mouth. Kissing him feels both foreign yet familiar at the same time. You know the feel, the taste, and the sense of comfort that comes with it, but months apart from one another has left it feeling different.

Jungkook’s thumb wipes away at the tears on your face. “Why are you crying?”

It’s a useless question, he knows, but he needs something to fill the silence. He’s relieved when he hears you snicker. “Because I miss you, you idiot. And I’m sorry I’ve been acting like such an idiot. I’ve messed everything up.”

His own shoulders quiver with contented mirth. “It’ll be okay.” As he leans in once more for another kiss, you can feel him murmur against your mouth, “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“Then make it right,” You say, “right here and now.”

“I’ll do anything for you,” he promises earnestly.

Jungkook understands the underlying yearning in your voice even without having you explain yourself. He knows, if only because he can feel it too. As his hands fall to your waist, fingers digging into your skin, your own arms wrap around his neck and pull him into your apartment. He has you pressed up against the nearest wall within seconds, kissing at your throat, then up to your jawline.

“It’s been so long,” he sighs.

You hum in agreement, though your mind is already spinning, and all you can muster is a weak yet urgent croak of his name. “Jungkook.”

Your fingers thread through his hair, tugging at the roots and he croons with delight. His lips finally meet yours again, only this time he lets his tongue lav at your lower lip. Almost as soon as he does so, you notice something strange. It takes a moment for you to register the small metallic object that grazes your lower lip but when you do, you pull away from the boy.

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook asks in a confused dazed.

“Is that…” You rasp. “Did you get your tongue pierced?”

Suddenly, Jungkook is smirking, one brow shooting up to his hairline in a smug demeanour. He sticks out his tongue for you to see the silver ball poking through and you almost moan at the sight of it as the thought entices you.

“Oh.” Your face warms with a flustered blush. “That’s new.”

“Yeah,” he says. “Always wanted to get it done. Guess I was saving it for the right moment.”

“Right moment, huh?” You scoff as if the implications don’t already have your thighs rubbing together. “Care to explain?”

“I think you’ll find out soon enough.”

You dissolve into a fit of giggles, marvelling at the way Jungkook’s familiar flirtatious bantering can soothe your troubled heart at once. It’s almost as if time hasn’t lapsed between the two of you.

“I’ve missed this,” You sigh. “I’ve missed you, Jungkook.”

You spot him smiling before he’s kissing you again, this time his tongue slipping past your parted lips to meet yours midway. The piercing is strange to adjust to, but you get used to it quickly, humming at the feeling of it against the soft flesh of your tongue. It’s easy to get lost in one another’s lips as you pull and tug at Jungkook, guiding him to your bedroom, nearly tripping and stumbling over one another in the process. He knows the path like the back of his hand, the same way he knows every curve and dimple of your body as his greedy hands explore you. He has you sprawled out beneath him on the bed in a matter of seconds, carelessly shedding each other of your clothes until you’re left naked and he’s without a shirt.

As he’s tugging off the hoodie you’re wearing, he realizes two things abruptly. One: you’re not wearing anything beneath it, your bare body dazzling him at once. And, two: a sudden thought jogs his memory that makes him ponder aloud, “Is this my sweater?”

“Yes,” You admit sheepishly.

He smirks. “Was wondering where it went.”

“You forgot to take it back when…” You don’t finish your sentence. Instead, you tug your fingers at the hair at the nape of his neck, as if scared he’ll leave again. He doesn’t. Instead, he nestles his body between your legs, tonguing patterns on your neck. “I wear it sometimes, especially when I’m missing you. I don’t know… It just━ It still smells like you, even after all this time.”

Jungkook’s heart nearly implodes. He wonders briefly if he’d prefer fucking you without or with the hoodie; but then he’s letting himself time to study your naked body and he deduces he needs to gaze at you in your entirety a little longer.

“Keep talking,” he murmurs. He starts kissing down your body now, starting from your throat to your collarbones, between the valley of your breasts, then your navel. “Tell me more. How badly did you miss me?”

“So badly,” You whimper. Your legs instinctively part to make way for him as he shifts downward, kissing just above your core. A shudder runs down your spine when he kisses the inside of your thigh. “Sometimes I’d put your sweater on and touch myself to the thought of you.”

He grunts against you, teeth softly biting at your flesh. His tongue pokes against your thigh, the metallic piercing a dully cold sensation as he licks upward to your core. He laps at your folds, as if to taste the glistening cum that starts to form.

Your breath audibly hitches in your throat, hips jutting forward to meet his mouth. “I missed your hands, and the way they made me feel. Missed your mouth between my legs. Missed cumming on your tongue, or your fingers.”

Now, you’re starting to understand what he meant by waiting for the right moment to use the piercing to its fullest potential. As he lifts his head higher to tongue at your clit, the piercing makes your head spin. The contrast between his soft tongue and the harsh metal works wonders against you, rubbing you just the right way that has you a moaning mess beneath him within a matter of seconds.

“Fuck━” You cry out, hands twisting in his hair. “My hands never feel the same. You always made me feel so good, Jungkook.”

He hums something in response, the sound reverberating up your spine. He busies himself by replacing his tongue with his finger, rubbing small, controlled circles against your clit as he lowers his mouth to your folds. He teases the piercing against the sensitive flesh before lapping at your insides, burrowing further into you.

“Ooh, Jungkook━”

The noise that eclipses your throat is a piqued sob of delight. The piercing that scratches against your walls has your insides throbbing, body twisting and turning beneath him. You grab at your breasts, fingers pinching at the perked buds as you imagine Jungkook’s hands in replace of yours.

His mouth wraps just right around you and he sucks hard, earning a beautiful moan from you. It doesn’t take long for you to draw closer to your high, sputtering and whimpering at every action he does. Soon he’s burrowing his face even closer against your core, nose nudging against your clit in a way that makes you writhe and squirm. Before he can get carried away (and he certainly could), Jungkook decides to come to a stop which seems to thoroughly surprise and upset you. When you feel his missing warmth between your legs and the sticky wet mess accentuated further by the cool air that hits you, you pout like a child.

“That’s not fair,” you whine.

“Sorry, baby. Need to feel you.” He pulls away from you and crawls over your body once more. He kisses your lips, sloppy and heated, and lets you taste your own succulence on your tongue. “God, I need to feel you so bad.”

You’re just as much startled as you were seconds ago to hear the slight whine in his voice, a sound hot enough to almost push you over the edge.

“I’ve missed you too, just so you know,” he moans, burrowing his face in the crook of your neck. Your fingers continue to scratch delicately at his scalp and he simpers delightfully against you. He ruts his hips eagerly against yours, the bulge in his pants rough against your core. “So fucking much.”

“How much?” Now it’s your turn to ask, your curiosity getting the best of you once you find your voice.

“Every day,” he sighs as he continues to grind his hips into yours. “Get so hard at the thought of you. Your pretty mouth moaning my name. Your hands in my hair, just like this━” You pull a little tighter at the roots of his locks, and he has to stifle his contented moan. “And your body━ Fuck, your body. You take my dick so well, baby.”

“Jungkook,” You mewl impatiently. “Wanna feel you in me.”

“Fuck, okay. Okay━”

He hastens to rid himself of his pants and you help, arms momentarily tangling with one another in your rush. Then he’s kneeling before you, one hand planted firmly on your hip, rings digging roughly against your skin, as his other hand wraps a fist around his hard length, slowly pumping himself. He guides the tip of his leaking cock to your core and pushes himself forward carefully. He easily slips past your folds, coaxed by your slick walls, that he has to pause to give you both time to adjust to the feeling. It’s just as he remembered, though somehow better, and he isn’t so sure how long he’ll last. You don’t know either, marvelling in the way he stretches you open.

“Oh, shit,” he grunts.

He watches as your jaw drops open in a silent gap, your eyes fixed only on his. You grab at his hips, fingers scratching delicately over the laurel tattoos inked there, prompting him to move. He does so in one languid movement, burying deeper and deeper into you until you feel so full and he feels so warm. He fucks into you a little sluggish at first, taking his time and enjoying the way your clenching walls feel around his throbbing cock. It’s a pace so maddening that it soon has the both of you panting, heavy moans filling the space around you. Your own fingers dig into his shoulders, his back, his hips ━ anything to keep a hold on reality as you slowly lose yourself to the pleasure. He reaches for one of your hands, eager to feel you in more ways than one, and laces his digits with yours, pressing your clasped palms above your head. You squeeze tightly, his name falling from your lips in a cry.

“Doing so good,” he mumbles through gritted teeth. “Feel so nice, baby.”

Jungkook grasps at your hips and flips the two of you over. He lands on his back on the soft mattress and you fumble to not break the pace. Firmly planting your hands on his chest, you grind against him, sweat coating your forehead. He watches you with a dark fascination, brows screwed together and jaw clenched as your own cum starts leaking down his length. Not wanting to waste another moment without being beside you, he sits up and shifts you in his lap. Then he pulls you close to him, chest pulled flush against chest to the point where he can feel the rapid beat of your heart against his. You whimper aloud, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck as he guides your hips back and forth on him. There’s little to no space between your gyrating bodies, sweaty skin sticking to one another.

At some point, Jungkook notices you’re crying again, steady tears tangling in your lashes and wetting your face. Despite the way you’re driving him to near euphoria, he brushes your hair out of your face and manages to ask, “What’s wrong? Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“I’m sorry━ fuck,” You gasp. He can tell you’re genuinely sympathetic for whatever’s making you cry but it’s hard for you to convey it properly when you’re still so consumed by him. “I’m so sorry━ I’m okay. I just━ You feel so good, Jungkook.”

“It’s okay,” he whispers, rubbing tender circles against your waist that contrasts with the fierce burn between your legs. “You’re okay, baby. Doing so well for me, aren’t you? Cum for me, yeah?”

You won’t tell him why you’re crying ━ not yet, at least. But Jungkook thinks he knows why; he can feel it too. The bitter sense of longing and mingling regret for all the time lost. The overwhelming feeling of love of finally being reunited. You continue to roll your hips against his, and he, breathless, rubs his nose faintly against yours, resting his forehead against yours.

It doesn’t take much longer after that for you to come tumbling to you high. He strokes your hair so lovingly as you ride him recklessly, leisure rolls of your hips driving you to your high. When you cum, the feeling completely washes over you and electricity crackles in your veins, warming your entire body. He holds you close to his chest the entire time as you writhe with pleasure, your walls clenching around his cock.

“Fuck, I’m gonna━” His voice splinters off as you busy yourself by sucking a bruise onto the underside of his jaw.

He reaches his high moments later just as you’re beginning to wince at the feeling of oversensitivity. He grunts and groans, spilling his hot seed into you, and then, with his hips slammed against yours, grinds leisurely to ride out your highs.

Then, the room falls silent.

Neither of you move from your warm embrace, with you still perched on his lap, his cock softening inside you as his cum runs down his length and onto your thighs. Your face is hidden in the crook of his neck, and he waits until you’ve both calmed down from your orgasms. You’re running your fingers through his sweaty hair, but he knows you’re still sad. He kisses you all over in the meantime, a few ticklish kisses that make you smile sleepily and a few loving ones that have your heart swelling. Then, he gingerly shifts your head to look at him.

“Why were you crying?” he asks silently.

It takes you a moment to respond. You cling to him tightly when you do and all he can do is cradle you closer to him. “I don’t want this to be some kind of drunken one night stand thing. Like we both needed one last fuck to get over each other, or something."

“You mean more to me than a one night stand,” Jungkook says and it makes you smile smally, a little timidly. 

“That’s good,” You say, “because I’m not over you or us. I want us to work out. I love you too much to lose you again, and I’m scared this might be the last time I’ll ever see you.”

“I’m not letting that happen,” Jungkook shakes his head furiously. “I’d be an absolute idiot to let that happen. You won’t lose me. I’m not going anywhere this time. You’re my priority, Y/N. You always have been. Not the band and definitely not the record label.”

“I’m sure the boys will love to hear that,” You snort to yourself.

“Yeah, well, I’m sure they’ll understand,” Jungkook grins. But you’re only joking, and you know he sort of is too. That’s not to say the band isn’t still important to him, but you take precedent over it. “Without you, I wouldn’t even have the chance to be where I am now.”

You nuzzle your nose against his own, and he steals one sweet kiss from you. 

“Do you really mean all that?”

“With my whole heart.”

And, when he says it, you know he means it. There’s no reason not to trust him.

You’ll both move eventually from one another’s arms, soft touches from Jungkook peeling you off of him and wrapping you in your covers before falling asleep beside you, and waking up in the morning with you in his arms. But, for now, it’s just you and him, a little broken still yet all the more in love.

While you both know healing a broken heart will take time, you’re both prepared for it because you’re both worth it to one another ━ and that’s all either of you really need in the end to make it right.

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My Roommate Who Uses an XL Condom pt. 1

pairing: Jay/Reader

includes: slight edging, deep throat, cum in mouth, rough sex, breeding kink, roommate sex

warning: this is a written smut, if you don’t like reading stuff like this, scroll down for your sake please it’s not that complicated, thank you. 

also, this was inspired by a manga called "Joushi no Asoko wa XL size" and it's the part about the xl condom thingy, which would be on the second part though. and of course, our y'n being a product reviewer. the rest are based on my imagination.

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You've been searching for a part-time job for a couple of hours now, but most of the jobs available are full-time shifts. You're in your fourth year in college and you're pretty much occupied with all of the school works and activities that's why you resigned from your previous customer service job. You have no choice but to choose a job that will allow you to manage your own time. It's not like you wanted to do this out of boredom. You have to support yourself to afford your tuition fees and daily expenses. Your parents are both senior citizens so you had to work right after you turned 18.

"Product reviewer? No way, this sounds too good to be true."

One-week deadline per product.

Flexible work schedule. 

Salary offer $1000 per review.

You didn't hesitate to submit your application. You have to get this job or you won't be able to pay rent. You don't even have anything to eat for this week. You sighed at your current situation. You went to the shower room to clean up before going to bed. 

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You woke up around 8 am, starving. You went to the kitchen to find something to eat. You were surprised to see the fridge full of actual food to eat. 

"Am I dreaming? How is the fridge full of food when it was empty last night?" You grabbed a tub of marinated beef and began cooking. 

"Fuck, when was the last time I ate meat? I've only been eating ramen and junk food lately. No wonder I feel like shit." You laughed at your own misery. You were cut off by the sound of the door opening. You don't remember inviting anyone over to your apartment. You don't have a roommate as well so you started to feel nervous. 

"Who is it?" You shouted while chewing on the meat you wrapped with lettuce. 

You turned your head around to see a man around your age wearing all black and a frown on his face. 

"Who are you?" He asked you back. 

"I asked you a question first. Why do you have a key to my apartment?" This time, you went to speak to him up close. You're near-sighted so you wanted to see him up close. 

"I'm Jay. I moved in last night. Are you my roommate?" He kept his cold expression. 

He's handsome as fuck, but cold as hell. You thought to yourself. Too bad. 

"Oh, that must be why the fridge is full this morning. Fuck, sorry I cooked the beef bulgogi just now. I will pay you back once I get paid from my job." You looked down from embarrassment. 

"That's alright." He didn't even bother to ask your name and went to his room. You didn't want to bug him about it since you still owe him a tub of beef so you just shrugged your shoulder and finished your breakfast. 

While eating, you checked on your email for updates. 

"Holy fuck." Your jaw dropped upon reading an email. It was from the company you applied to last night. You got the job, and you're starting today. 

You signed the contract immediately and submitted all the needed requirements. Your first product will arrive in the afternoon so you couldn't help but be excited while washing the dishes. 

After doing the dishes, you decided to do the laundry. You've been going braless in the apartment when you were still alone but you have a male roommate now so you can't do that anymore. You needed to wash them. 

"Fuck, I ran out of shorts as well? What have I been doing all this time to forget doing my laundry?"

You decided to wear an oversized almost see-through white shirt and black underwear. 

While you were putting your clothes in the front load washing machine, you heard him pretending to cough. 

You dropped the clothes upon hearing that and looked around to see him piercing you with his eyes staring straight at your body. 

"What do you think are you doing?" He said, raising his eyebrows. 

"I'm doing my laundry. Are you blind?" You looked to your side, afraid of meeting his eyes. 

He stood in front of you, "I'm not. In fact I'm very much pleased of what I'm seeing right now." You gulped when he touched your chin and forced you to look into his eyes. 

"What are you doing?" You're starting to get nervous, or turned on. You don't know anymore. Is it because you haven't had sex for so long now? Fuck, you know you can't have sex with your roommate. You know damn well how it would end since your ex was also your roommate before. 

"I'm making you look at my face. Ever since we met you've been avoiding my gaze." He smirked at you, turning you on even more. 

"T-that's because you look scary, dude. Geez, get your hands off me or I will punch your face so I won't have any reason to look at it." You tried to push him away only for him to corner you on the wall with his arms locking you in. 

"Don't call me that. Or I will kiss you right now." You knew he wasn't bluffing. But for some reason, you wanted to kiss him as well. So you called him that. 

"Stop playing around, dude. Can't you see I'm busy doing someth-" You were cut off by his lips on yours. It stayed still for a short moment as if he was trying to see how you would react. But when he sensed you closing your eyes, he began to move his lips along with yours.

It was a sweet and passionate kiss as if he knew you all his life. It felt so good, you couldn't help but pull his hair, making the kiss deeper. His right hand holding your face along with your jaw, his left hand holding your waist, keeping you close to his body. You could feel your core starting to get wet from the heat that you're feeling, making you rub your thighs together. Taking the hint, Jay placed his knee in the middle and closed the distance between your body. You're now grinding on his thighs, desperately looking for friction and release. 

"Are we just gonna kiss all day or are you going to fuck me?" You pulled away from the kiss and chased your breath.

"I thought you said you're busy." He smirked again. 

"Well now I'm not." You kissed him again, this time with so much lust and desire. Jay is incredibly handsome, he's tall and has a nice body as well. Normally, you don't hang out with guys like him because you know they're always into pretty girls, but you don't want to think about it for now. 

"Relax, baby. I'll get you nice and ready first." He grabbed your breasts as soon as he removed your shirt, sucking on your nipples while his right hand palming your core. 

"I guess I don't even need to. You're soaking wet already. Is this all for me, babe?" He removed your last piece of clothing and slipped two fingers inside you. 

"Fuck, Jay. Shut up already and put it in.” You can't help but moan as he slips his fingers in and out of you.

“Stop bossing me around, brat.” There was a sudden change in his aura, his fingers thrusting in and out of you now roughly. 

“Damn it, I wanna cum on your cock, please. Fuck me already.” You begged. You’re about to reach your climax under his touch. All of a sudden, he removed his fingers making you bite your lips in frustration.

“What the hell? Why did you sto-” You were cut off when he grabbed a fistful of your hair, pushing you down on your knees. He immediately removed his belt and tied your hands with it. You stared at him with your puppy eyes while waiting for him to remove his clothes.

He pumped his cock a couple of times before squeezing your cheeks, a sign for you to open your mouth. You were taken aback by the size of his cock in your tiny mouth. You can’t even touch him to support yourself, so he was holding you by your hair and fucking your mouth as he wants. 

“See, this is what your mouth is for. It’s not for you to talk back, or be a brat. This mouth is meant for my cock.” Tears pooled in your eyes as the tip of his dick hits your throat every time he would thrust. You were able to get rid of your gag reflex, thanks to your ex.

“Fuck, how are you so good at this? I fucking love your mouth. You’ve got no gag reflex? Fucking insane, ahh.” He’s growling at this point. You can tell he’s close as the veins in his dick are getting more prominent and it’s twitching inside your mouth.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” After a couple of thrusts, he came down your throat. You gladly swallowed his cum, making sure nothing goes to waste.

“Shit, brat. You better remember how I taste.” He said, untying your hands from his belt. He helped you to stand, kissing you while placing you on top of the counter. 

He took no time in aligning himself into your core. He gathered your wetness using the tip of his dick and finally pushed it in. You can definitely feel the stretch but the pleasure goes beyond the pain at this point. You were moaning softly against his ear. 

“Fuck, you feel so tight around me.” His thrust getting steady and rougher each time.

“You feel so good, Jay. I’m gonna cum.” You’re finally getting the release he denied you earlier.

“That’s right, cum on my cock.” You moaned in response. Your walls tightening around him even more, making him meet his nearing climax for the second time.

“Cum with me, Jay. Come inside me, please.” You were on birth control anyway. You were on an injectable contraceptive and it’s still in effect ‘til now. You will probably need to ask him if he’s fucking around later on but you really wanted to have his cum inside you. Hearing you beg for his cum was music to his ears. After easing you from your high with a couple of thrusts, he came right after. You felt his dick twitch inside you, his cum spreading heat in your walls. He pulled out seconds after, making his cum leak out of you.

Jay swore he took a mental image of it in his mind. You looked so hot, all fucked out because of him. You, on the other hand, waited for him to help you get off the counter.

Which he didn’t do. He put on his clothes and went straight to the bathroom to clean himself. 

“What a jerk. Did he just leave me here after all that?” You tried not to feel too disappointed. Still, it made you feel angry. He could’ve at least helped you. “I’m never having sex with you again, asshole.” You said just enough for him to hear you in the bathroom.

Author’s note: Jay’s point of view will be on the second part. He’s a gentleman pls.