#so lots of movement and contact and also the bandaids keep my thumb from moving as much which is helpful for not moving the cut

[hopetorun]

(cw for blood and injury) so i cut my hand pretty badly the other day and determined after some examination that i didn't want to go to urgent care for stitches so i just washed it off and bandaided it up real good, and then put liquid bandage on it the next day and have been changing the dressings regularly

anyway it's not pulling open and it's not hot to the touch and it's not red and inflamed and it's not itchy so presumably everything's fine but i am extremely fretful about it because i'm fretful about my job starting tomorrow and anxiety loves to stir itself into any available pot

also washing my hair with a nitrile glove on one hand was a very weird experience.

[julyarchives]

Wonderfully Wrong || (A→F)

When you thought your boyfriend Jinho forgot your anniversary it really upset you, but later that night you realized how wrong you were

→ Pairing: Jinho x Reader

→ Genre: Angst to Fluff

→ Words:  1.5K

→ A/n: Thank you so much @nose-bandaid​ for requesting this, we had a lot of fun writing it and we hope you enjoy  💕

“ I’ll pick you up at 7pm. Dress nicely ;)”

You’ve read the text from your boyfriend a thousand times by now, and each time you felt butterflies in your stomach.

Today marks 1 year since you started dating Jinho and you two didn’t exactly make any plans, specially because his group has been preparing for a comeback soon, but since he sent that text you couldn’t help but dream about what kind of surprise he was preparing for you. Would he take you to a fancy restaurant? Was it a party? You shivered in anticipation.  

You took your time with your beauty routine, took a long shower with your best scented wash, did a quick facial and took extra care when putting on makeup. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you were feeling pretty confident, with your dress hugging you in all the right curves and killer heels on. Your heart skipped a beat when Jinho texted that he was waiting for you in front of your house.

“Wow” he said as soon as he laid eyes on you, and you just smiled shyly as he pulled you in for a quick kiss “ready?”

You nodded, entering his car.

“So, where are we going?” you asked, trying to not get over excited

“Well, our manager got us in contact with a major music video director, and he’s throwing this party so we can meet him properly.” Jinho smiled sweetly

“Oh” your face fell. Did he forget? “Really? That’s amazing, baby, I’m excited for you!” You couldn’t bring yourself to ask him. You knew how hard he’s been working lately, and maybe sometimes he just didn’t realize what day it is. That didn’t stop the disappointment from taking over you.

“Thank you, baby.” he smiled sweetly “and of course I wanted my girl by my side.”

You forced a fake smile, not trusting yourself with words at the moment. Needless to say, the rest of the ride was awfully silent.

At the party, Jinho was quick to join his group mates and entertain the guests of their party. You, on the other hand, chose a corner to sit quietly and sip on your champagne glass.

Everyone seemed very excited and chatted happily. Jinho stole some glances at you, smiling charmingly and all you could do was smile back and wave, hoping he would not notice the disappointment in your eyes.

"Hey, Y/N!", you heard Shinwon call you and turned, happy to talk to someone.

"Hi there!", he seemed tired but just as happy as the other members, "how are you enjoying the party so far?".

Shinwon shrugged with a chuckle, "It's really nice but I'm too tired for this", you two laughed. "Jinho didn't say he'd bring you".

"Yeah, I figured. He's working too hard, he's forgetting some things sometimes", you laughed, more self deprecating than you intended.

"Don't go too hard on him, Y/N. He's overworking now because of our comeback. Jinho's doing the best he can for us and for you", he smiled sweetly and nodded at the bar where the other members were, "let's get something to drink and so I can give you back to your boyfriend so he quit the puppy eyes".

At Shinwon's laugh you turned, seeing your boyfriend staring at both of you with curiosity and puppy eyes. You couldn't help but laugh, "Alright", you answered Shinwon and took the lead to the bar.

You got your drink and headed over to Jinho's side, his arm quick to sneak around your waist. "Sorry, I got stuck here. Perks of being the oldest", he whispered in your ear.

He lifted your face with a finger on your chin and smiled apologetically. You could only nod and tell him it was fine, even though you were far from fine.

Excusing yourself from the small group of people, you sat back where you were and sighed into your glass. Not only your boyfriend forgot your anniversary but he also couldn't give you any attention.

Few hours passed and the only company you had was from some occasional member that would walk by and ask about you. Feeling completely ignored by Jinho, you decided to head home and call it a night.

As you got up to search for him, you felt someone reaching out for your hand. 

"Y/N! I managed to get away from them for a while!", Jinho chuckled, "here, let's enjoy some time together!". he extended a glass of champagne in your direction.

"You do realize it has been almost 2 hours, right?", you were more sad than mad at him, feeling forgotten and even unimportant at this point. "You can enjoy the party without worrying about me, I'm leaving".

Jinho's mouth formed an O shape, shocked at your answer. He placed the glasses at the table next to where you were sitting before. "I'm coming with you. Just let me tell the boys", you opened your mouth to tell him off, you didn't need to wait for him a minute longer, but he was faster, "wait in the car. Please".

You didn't have to wait much and soon enough Jinho was at your side, driving quietly. The feeling of being watched didn't go away for the entire ride but you didn't feel like talking at the moment, so you ignored it.

Jinho parked outside his home, and you looked at him puzzled. As far as you knew, he'd drive you back to your apartment. "I hope you don't mind, I thought we needed some time together tonight".

He awaited your answer silently. You and Jinho were dating for quite a while now and he figured you out almost perfectly, so he knew you were upset. "Of course, let's head inside", you spoke softly, trying to keep what Shinwon said in mind.

The house was all dark, but you could see flickering lights from what looked like candles. You looked back at Jinho, who just nodded, encouraging you to go on and follow it.

“Is there someone in here?” You asked, confused.

“Nope” he giggled. You frowned, instinctively grabbing his hand in yours, no matter how upset you were, the proximity you two had always calmed you down.

Jinho opened the door and led you inside, a path of candles lit up the way to the bedroom. You looked back at him and he only put his hand on your lower back, encouraging you to keep going.

As you got to the room, you heard Jinho clear his throat, nervous. "Y/N…", you moved so he could step in front of the door, facing you. "I know today didn't go as planned. And I know you got upset with the party, I understand".

You opened your mouth but, again, he was faster. "Wait, hear me out", he took your hands in his. "I didn't forget our anniversary. Today just happened to be a really rough day. Everything went wrong but I never meant to upset you, especially today".

"I planned a beautiful evening together but that party was something they came up with today and I couldn't say no. I thought it'd be quicker and that I'd have more time with you but I was wrong. I'm sorry".

Tears started to fall on your face and all your frustration and sadness started to melt away as you looked at Jinho's eyes. "I felt abandoned today, I'm not going to lie to you. But even if you'd forgotten, I'd try to understand, I know things are tougher near a comeback".

Jinho's hands came up to wipe the tears away, his thumb caressing your face softly. "I could never forget something so special". He kissed you gently on the lips, his hands never stopping their movement on your face. "Now, let me show you what I prepared".

The door opened to show you the most beautiful room you've ever seen. It was still just your boyfriend's room but it was lit with candles everywhere, flowers were scattered around the place and the white silk sheets had a basket of fresh fruits and a plate of strawberry chocolate cake, your favorite.

"There's also champagne but I left it in the fridge, in case we got home late. I know you like it very cold", Jinho smiled sweetly at you. You felt tears again but now they were from happiness, all the ther events forgotten.

"It's so beautiful! I love you!", you threw your arms around him, hugging your boyfriend tightly. "I love you", he whispered to you, his arms felt like your safe haven and you started to relax.

Both of you stood like that for a few seconds until you pulled away abruptly, "Oh, no!", you exclaimed. "Y/N? What's wrong?", Jinho scanned your face, worried. "I left in such a hurry that I left my bag at the party! Your gift is in there!".

Jinho laughed, "I'm sure they'll keep it for you". He grabbed your neck and pulled you into a kiss, much more intense than the first one, leaving you breathless. "Come on, let's celebrate!", he pulled you inside the room. You chuckled and followed, giggling at your dream boyfriend, grateful for leaving the party alone.

[peterthepark]

crush culture - [prologue]

the double accident

pairing: steve harrington x reader (university au & modern au)

summary: He delivered newspapers, while you were one of smartest kids in school. It’s a weird combination, but the fact that he’s crushing on you is even weirder. And the weirdest? You’re falling in love with him - just a little bit.

warnings: strong language

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You never knew who he was until his paper delivery route had changed almost a year ago, where he first stumbled upon your campus apartment during the peak of the morning. He would pedal quickly on a blue bike and would never wear a helmet in fear of ruining his hair. Sometimes, you’d see him from your balcony, or when you’d get into your car, he’d speed by and give you a polite nod before tossing the community newspaper onto the driveway.

Later in your life, you did find out that his name was Steve Harrington: the boy who delivered newspapers at five in the morning during weekdays and ten during weekends.

He was the guy who dated Ashley Cutler during his freshman year then broke up with her because he thought he was in love with Olivia Kim, but really, he wasn’t - rumor had it that he was actually in love with some sorority girl called Melissa.

He was the guy who would pass by you between seminars, accidentally making eye contact with you when you’d stride past him.

He was the guy who rode his blue bike to campus on Monday through Friday, and his red one on Saturday and Sunday.

But yeah, you didn’t know him at all.

You were backing out of the driveway, busy adjusting the rear-view mirror before you heard a loud thud and a string of questionable curses. Speak of the fucking devil. You open your door, poking your head out. Steve sat on the pavement, hissing as he examined the bloody mess of his scraped knee.

You are literally a dumbass. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“Holy shit. Oh, my god, I am so sorry. I wasn’t paying attention-“ You ramble as you approach him, crouching down to his level with worry.

Steve glances at you, then gives you a second look when he recognizes your face. “No, no. You’re - you’re fine.” He gulps, cheeks tinted with a rosy hue. “I wasn’t looking, um, either. Yeah, sorry, I wasn’t looking either.” His tongue darts out to wet his lips. You help him to his feet, simultaneously blushing with him as he dusts off his dirty hands on his clothing. “Y/N, right?”

You nod with a smile. “I have a first aid kit in my car. Would you mind if I...?” You start, pointing to the trunk of your van. He shakes his head, urging you to go ahead. Standing patiently with his arms crossed against his chest, his eyes follow your panicked movements.

You sigh shakily as Steve takes the red box from you, thanking you before he picks up his fallen bike. You swipe your thumb over your bottom lip, hesitantly speaking, “Look, I’m really sorry. Uh, surely it’s appropriate for me to give you a ride? To school? If that’s where you’re headed.”

Steve flexes his hands against the handles of his bike, glancing around as if he didn’t want to be seen with you. He shrugs with a shy and hesitant grin, “Sure. Yeah, thanks.” He drives his bike over and helps you load it into the trunk of your van, his hair tickling your cheek as he reaches over your shoulder. He apologizes, before he makes a beeline towards the passenger seat.

Bouncing his leg, Steve gazes out the window. The car ride has been awkwardly silent for the past ten minutes - well, you wouldn’t be able to hide the awkwardness in the first place considering the fact you almost ran him over.

“So, what’s your major?” You pipe up with a squeaky voice, keeping a straight face towards the road in fear of eye contact. You clear your throat, shocked at how many octaves your voice had jumped.

What’s your major? Really? Such a stupid, boring question.

Steve chuckles, glad that you‘ve broken the tension in the car. “Criminal justice. Woo! So fun.” He pumps his fist in the air enthusiastically, smiling shyly when he looks over to you.

“Oh, that’s so cool!” You chuckle genuinely, “So are you trying to be like a police officer or something?”

“Yeah, something like that. Maybe a crime scene investigator, too.”

You nod understandably, and Steve continues to discuss his major as well as his plans after university. Then, he realizes that he’s been talking about himself the whole time, and instantly shifts the topic of the conversation to you. “What about you? What are you doing?”

You tell him about your major and all about your experiences on campus, and he listens, occasionally adding a witty remark to your delight.

“I haven’t had a break since the semester started, but you know, it’s almost Christmas so that means vacation, which then means no exams and no assignments. Thankfully.” You laugh, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You take a turn into the parking lot, and part of you feels disappointed that the car ride has ended so quickly.

You open the trunk, moving to get his bike but Steve insists politely that he can do it. And before you know it, the bike slips out of his grasp and he accidentally elbows you in the face.

Steve cries out as your body plummets to the parking lot floor. You clutch your eyebrow, pulling your hand away from your face to be met with a small drop of blood.

“I am such an idiot. Y/N. God, I’m sorry. I should have been more careful and - and I didn’t want you to get the bike because I was trying to be a gentleman and I mean,” He chuckles, catching his breath, “Look where that got me.”

You manage to let out a breathy giggle. “Well, now we’re even.” Your eyes take a glimpse at his patched-up knee. “Happen to spare me a band-aid?”

He nods rapidly, before he takes your small hands into his own, lifting you up effortlessly from the ground. You nearly collide with his chest, but you’re able to grab onto his shoulders, steadying your weight.

If you had known this would be the start of your day, you probably would’ve stayed home.

Steve leans patiently against the side of your van as you clean up the wound on your face, catching his eye in the sun-visor mirror from time to time.

The two of you can’t help but snicker at each other when you finally get out of your car, looking absolutely ridiculous with a rainbow band-aid that matched the pony design on Steve’s knee.

Suddenly, the moment is stolen when a cloud of nervousness re-appears over your heads. Steve shifts from one foot to the other, scratching the back of his neck as he glances away from you. You don’t know what to do with your hands, resorting to tucking them away in your sweatshirt.

“I should go.” Steve says, shutting one eye as he throws his thumb over his shoulder.

Shit, that was cute. That was kinda, really cute. Okay, now say something.

“Oh, yeah, yeah, of course. Uh, thanks!”

“Um, for what?”

You truly are a mess. Why the hell are you thanking him? Get it together.

“Just - just for the company.” Smooth, real smooth. “Sorry about your knee... again.” You gesture to his leg, biting down on your lip. He chuckles with a scoff, nodding likewise towards your face.

“Oh! Wow, completely rude of me.” He shifts his bike to his left hand, holding out his right. “I’m Steve Harrington, by the way. I never introduced myself.”

“I know who you are.” You grin, shaking hands. Your eyes widen at how suddenly creepy that had sounded, and you stumble over your words in an effort to save yourself from embarrassment. “Jesus, that sounded really weird. Yeah, I-I know your name. In like a total, not stalker-ish way.” This is so bad. “I share an apartment with Robin and Kate, which you do bike by a lot, so...”

He must be really, really disturbed.

Steve flashes you a sweet, boyish smile, slowly retracting his hand from you after realizing that he had been holding onto it for the longest time. His palms are clammy, and he’s praying that you hadn’t felt it.

“Yeah. It was cool meeting you, finally. I pass by your apartment like you said so - so yeah, definitely, I...” He breathes out deeply, shaking his head with a scrunched up nose. “I’m gonna go now.”

Blushing visibly, Steve adjusts the drawstrings of his jacket before he takes a seat on his bike.

“I’ll see you around, Harrington.” You nibble on the inside of your cheek, taking a couple steps backwards. He waves awkwardly, then he’s off in the opposite direction, careful not to crash into any other cars.

You let out a strangled groan when he’s out of sight, bringing your hands up to your face in sheer frustration. Could you be any more awkward?

-

“I’m telling you, K. I’ll show you the data later. I don’t have my laptop, but trust me, it’ll make sense then.” You sigh at your friend, who seemed terribly confused with today’s lecture. You’re sitting in one of the cafés on campus, sipping away at your latte while Robin and Kate munched on a couple cookies.

“Okay, fine, later. Also what happened to your face?” She snorts, tilting her head at the not-so-subtle bandaid with teasing eyes. “Did you have that much fun with Henry last night?”

“Oh, my god. I did not screw Henry. He left right after we finished the project.” You huff, swirling your drink around. “I just... hit my head. On the trunk. Again.”

“Must’ve been painful.” Robin raises a brow at you, obviously suspicious of your reason.

“Anyways, you guys, there’s this thing next Friday. Levi is inviting us to this party at his friend’s, friends’s place. I was wondering...” She draws out the word, shimmying her shoulders. “Can you both come with? Please? It’s gonna be fun. Also, I wanna hook Y/N up with this guy I know.”

“Y/N might finally get some good dick.” Robin laughs, punching your shoulder lightly. You roll your eyes at her, flipping her off before you retreat to your phone.

Pulling up your instagram, your fingers hover over the search bar, and before you know it you’re searching for a special someone.

steveharrington98

Bingo.

But to your dismay, his account seemed to be private. You blow air from your puffed out cheeks, successfully moving the stray strand of hair from your face.

“Who is that?”

Levi comes up behind you, and he smashes his thumb onto the terrifying white button without care.

Requested.

No. No. No.

“You absolute dickhead!” You gasp at him, slapping his arm before you look back at your phone. “Fuck!” You throw your phone down onto the table, tugging on your hair as you swear under your breath.

“Is that Steve? That’s Steve, right?” Robin takes your phone, but honestly you don’t even care anymore.

Damage has been done, and all you could do at this point was wait.

“Y/N?” Kate calls out to you, snapping you out of your crazed state. “So, party? Friday? Yes?”

You whine, slipping your phone into your backpack. “Yeah, I guess.”

“Great!” She squeals, “I’ll send the address to you later. After you help me with that dumb data shit.”

Your phone buzzes loudly. With buttery fingers, you take it out again with trembling thumbs.

steveharrington98 accepted your follow request.

steveharrington98 has requested to follow you.

Cool.

So much for accidents.

[eunseokstulip]

Why break up in the first place? MJ Astro smut

Helloooo so I made it a reunion but by y/n changing universities because I was stuck on writing a plot for a high school reunion. Especially for the plot I had in mind without making them like 30. I am so sorry this took 10 years ugh. Next is Felix and that should be up in the next 1.5 weeks. 

Rating: smut, fluff

Warnings: reunion smut, oral (fem receiving) semi-public sex (in a public place but no one sees) fem!reader

Word count: 1.86k

Unpacking the last of your bags you flopped on your bed, exhausted. You just changed universities, after studying economics for 3 years at one to please your parents you decided to make a move toward your passion and applied for a performance university where you were about to major in singing. You met your new roommate a week prior, a photographer called Sunmi. You scrolled through your phone for a while before Sunmi came in.

“Yay!! You’re done.” She said, pulling you up. “I,” she said “am taking you out.” You pouted “Out where?” You didn’t exactly want to go out, you were tired and wanted to watch ‘My ID is Gangnam Beauty’ on Netflix then sleep. “I have to introduce you to my friends!” God, this girl had lots of energy. “Come onnnn, put your shoes on and lets go.” She laughed. “Ok, ok.” You gave in. 

Sunmi took you to what looked like a giant frat house. Your step faltered but once you were inside you were surprised by the cleanliness of it. “Boys! Where are you?”

You wound up in a giant living room with 7 boys sprawled out on the floor and couch. “This is my new roommate Y/N.” Sunmi introduced you. You waved “Hey.” Your face scanned the boys, one looked very very familiar to you though. They all introduced themselves, Sanha, Jae, Brian, Jinwoo, Rocky, Dowoon and then “Hi, I’m Eunwoo.” Thats where you knew him from. “Oh, you’re in-“ “My ID is Gangnam Beauty, yes” he finished for you, showing his eye smiles. You laughed awkwardly, kind of dazed because what the hell.

Sanha spoke up “Moonbin, Wonpil and Sungjin are out right now and MJ is upstairs, but he should be down soon.” The 9 of you got drinks and you were explaining why you transferred when a boy walked down the stairs. “Ah MJ there you are.” Rocky said. You turned you head. There was your ex boyfriend, shirtless with a towel around his neck, wet hair leaving droplets on it. “Y/N?” he said “Myungjun” you blinked  Oh, MJ “You two know each other?” Your head turned to Brian before turning back, only finding MJ gone upstairs, presumably to put a shirt on. 

You turned back to 8 sets of expectant eyes. You went on to explain you and MJ dated for 5 years, through the end of high school and broke up a year and a half ago. Toward the end of the story MJ came down the stairs again. He looked at you and scratched the back of his neck. “How have you been?” You asked. “I’ve been ok,” he replied “I don’t mean to come off as rude but why are you here?” “I changed universities to major in singing.” You couldn’t believe it completely slipped your mind that he went there, you remember how excited he was when he told you he got accepted into the uni. “Hey” he smiled that smile you missed so much “Thats my major.”

A couple months and you were certainly settled into your schedule, Sunmi was miles better than any roommate you’d had before and you finally met the others. You and MJ were good friends, always getting coffee before walking to class together, since you both major in the same department. It was never really awkward between you two, and you could see how much he matured. You missed him and regretted cutting off contact with him but at the time it seemed like the easiest, less painful thing to do. He was as bright and bubbly as ever, his excitableness and loudness never changed.

“Y/N?” Your thoughts were cut off by MJ tapping your shoulder. “Hmm?” You hummed in question. “You spaced out, do you want to study in the book shop tonight?”

MJ worked at a book shop, a quaint little place and during his late shift, almost no one came in so he often abandoned his duty to come study with you. “Sure, I need to work on my English.”

You and MJ had been studying for a good while. You had finished majority of your English and was craving a break. “Wanna take a break?” MJ like he read your mind as you stretched back. You nodded and stood up. You lazily scanned the book shelf when you tripped on the leg of MJs chair. You fell over, falling just past the fluffy carpet to have your knee scrape against the wooden floor. “Are you ok?” asked MJ. You turned around to sit on your butt. Red trickled from your knee. “I’ll be right back.” MJ said, then return shortly after with a cloth and a bandaid. You let him clean your knee. “Y/N?” MJ asked, looking up from your knee. “Hmm?” you hummed in question. 

“Can I kiss you?” You lightly blushed at the question. Too many things to say yet nothing at the same time, all you could bring yourself to do was nod. You felt his breath on the side of your mouth before his plush lips sealed over yours. He pulled you back, so he was lying back on the carpet, with you situated on top of him, awkwardly balancing yourself so much as to not let your hurt knee touch the floor. Once he realised he promptly flipped you over so he was on top of you. His lips were working a frenzy against yours and you were almost to lost to care you were in a public place. We’re only kissing, its fine. You went to assure yourself, but as his jean-clad bulge grinded down onto you you pulled away. “MJ…” you started while catching your breath. He was now kissing your neck, giving a little hum for you to continue. “MJ, we’re in a book shop, oh my god is there CCTV?” He pulled away and stroked your cheek with his thumb. “We only have a mirror in the top corner as security and the shop closed 40 minutes ago, I’ve already turned the sign.” He smiled. “Oh.” Was all you said. 

Not wanting you apart for much longer you pulled his head back down again. His right hand went down to pull on the string of your sweatpants, and pulling them off of your waist. You were so turned on you could feel the cool air hit your wet underwear. “MJ, off” You commanded motioning at his pants. He pulled his jeans off as well as getting your sweats fully off of your legs. His shirt followed after. He had definitely gotten some more muscle since you were last with him intimately, him being quite scrawny back then. “You're still clean right?” You asked, sure you’d been together before but you knew you’d both had sexual partners since. “I wouldn’t have taken it this far if I wasn’t” he pointed out. You nodded. “Ok, me too.” 

Your hands felt the smooth skin of his back as your legs wrapped around his waist, encouraging him closer to you. He grinded down again, the feeling so much more raw with less clothes. You could clearly feel the outline of his semi-hard cock. Pulling it out of his briefs, you pumped him until he was fully hard. As you did he let out a whine and his hand slipped into your underwear to prep you. “Always so wet Y/N, nothing has changed.” “Hurry please.” you asked. Your core begged to be filled. When he just kissed you again, you tugged the edge of his briefs harshly so his hips were brought closer to your face as he hovered over you. Your tongue met his pre-cum covered tip as you started pulling his briefs lower, now resting mid-thigh. He swung his leg off of you to take them off. With him no longer covering you, you felt so much more self-aware of what you were doing and where you were. “I really hope no-one can see us.” you mumbled but MJ still heard it. “I locked the door and we’re hidden by two rows of bookshelfs. I promise we’re ok.” This encouraged you to pull your hoodie off, also slipping off your bralette. “MJ, in my purse there should be a condom.” He nodded and shuffled around before pulling it out. “C-can I put it on?” you felt kinda dumb for saying that but you knew he liked it when the other person did it. He smiled cutely and shuffled his hips closer to yours as you sat up. After it was on and another kiss, he was lined up. “I really missed you.” you said. “I don't want this to be a one time thing.” 

“Do you think we’re ready to date again?” He asked. “Yes.” you whispered. That was enough for him to fill you up. Your walls accepted him eagerly. He kissed your chest as he made the first tentative thrust. “Fuck” he cursed. “I missed you so much.” He fought the urge to turn you around and take you from behind because of your knee, instead, bringing both your knees over his shoulders. The movement lifted your ass, causing him to be able to reach deeper inside of you. Your head went to the side as you tried to hide your moans. “You can make noise baby, just not too loud.” MJ fucked you harder on the carpet at the bookstore, you no longer phased by the location. “More, MJ.” you said. His hand went to rub your clit as he watched himself enter and leave your core. He couldn't wait until he could fuck you raw again. He hadn't had sex in months, so his stamina wasn't at its best as he felt himself grow closer. He came into the condom, wanting to keep going but for the sake of not having cum spill everywhere he pulled out. He quickly removed and tied the condom as you whined, upset at the loss of friction. As soon as he was done his fingers slammed into your core and his lips sucked on your clit. You moaned at the relief, feeling the pleasure inside you building again. You bit the back of your hand as you came harshly, shock waves of overstimulation making your body jerk as MJ continued getting you off. His mouth quickly met yours as soon as he was done, you tasting yourself all around his lips and tongue. 

You felt that warmth in your chest spread again, feeling genuine happiness and serenity from being with MJ. Breaking up with him seemed so insignificant now. “Be my boyfriend again, please.” You asked. His lips pursed into a smile. “Well I don’t have to worry about my parents not liking you at least.”

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When the group found out, they weren't the least surprised. “You knew all along?” You asked at Moonbin. “We all saw it coming like 2 weeks into you coming to the school.” Wonpil mentioned.

“Yeah hyung, I would've asked her out of it weren't so obvious.” Rocky teased followed by a loud yelp as MJ attacked him before picking you up and running out of the house, all the others laughing.