#everyone please shut the fuck up for like 2 months
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stepping off my perv!riize soapbox because fwb!Eunseok crept into my mind. fwb!Eunseok would be such a trip. he's super great in bed (duh) and is just such a sweetheart that people would expect you to fall for him. it wouldn't even be difficult to do. he's everything a girl could want in a man, yet you still never saw him in that way.
Eunseok on the other hand... (anyone that has been around you two for longer than 2 seconds: so, you're in love with her, right? Eunseok: nuh uh!! same person: fuck you mean nuh uh!?) he's literally obsessed with you. he's always texting you. always buying you random presents. you know how there are a million and one couple holidays in Korea?? he's not so subtly celebrating everyone with you. like,,,, the couple allegations get crazy, but EUNSEOK'S the one embarrassed about it when it's his fault in the first place.
you never wanted to cross the line bc you knew going into this that it was just sex and occasionally hanging out. the more often you two hung out, the more you started to fall for him. you started to push away, but he kept being so sweet, kept seeking you out, kept buying you gifts, kept taking you out for fancy dinners, kept loving you.
the whole situationship thing reached a peak one night after another lovely "not a date" date with Eunseok. the second the two of you entered his apartment, he had you pushed against his door, his mouth crashing into yours. before you know it, he's hitting it from the back in a half-assed doggy because you can barely hold yourself up, it feels so good. the closer you get to cumming, the more wobbly your arms get. that is until you give up and flop onto your belly. Eunseok fully pushes himself on top of you, his chest to your back. all you can hear is his breathing, groans, and babbling in your ear. he just kept repeating "you're so good for me" "you feel so good" "needed you so bad". you started to zone out, focusing on how good you felt, until you heard the words "i love you so fucking much" pass his lips. you both froze. he pulled out and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. you turned over and the first thing you saw was how red his ears were. you go to touch his shoulder and he turns around with red eyes and starts rambling about how sorry he is and how he crossed a line. you kiss him to shut up before whispering a soft "i love you too" back.
okay,,, this ended up wayyyyyy more fluffyish and longer than i intended. anyways, here's kinda pathetic!fwb!Eunseok! coming next: maybe perv!Sunchan? maybe perv!Anton? maybe something else entirely??? I DON'T EVEN KNOW!! 😱😱
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eunseok losing the idgaf war deep in pussy is crazy but real af… like he’s so in denial about his true feelings in fear of you not feeling the same so he doesn’t even realize how the fwb turned into a situationship until he’s wayyyy too deep to turn back, and his nonchalant act coming to bite him in the ass the minute he gets a slight realization that he’s so close to having you but could lose you so fast of he didn’t act now. he’s planning on taking you out and then confessing but he gets so distracted by your beauty and then once he’s inside you those three words just leave him without him realizing and you’re both like 🫣🫢🤨
but this whole time you were waiting for eunseok to finally just claim you as his instead of playing with your emotions like he’s been doing these last months, like who takes their fwb to a 5 star restaurant and gives her a hello kitty money bouquet… eunseok lock tf in please
also the dick? is fire…. you aren’t going anywhere when eunseok fucks you completely stupid every time even when he’s slow, forcing you to look at him while he makes you cum basically a soul tie atp and he doesn’t want you fucking other people, even if you two weren’t together and he’s not fucking anyone else either. tells you his cock is the perfect fit for your pussy and anyone else would be a waste of time <3
after his pussy drunk confession you two talk it out and finally make it official and he finishes what he started and goes back to giving you the best dick of your life as your boyfriend 🙂↕️
kinda looking forward to perv sungchan but ill take all your ideas no matter what they make me lightheaded in the best way possible 🎀 anon
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An update and a thank you from 224B Baker Street!
Hello again, detectives!
While the crowdfund for season 2 of Fawx & Stallion technically wrapped up a few days ago, we thought it would be good to take a day or two to regroup, take a nap, and think of a few words to express our thanks. This being May 4th, the day in 1891 that Sherlock Holmes fell to his (alleged) death at Reichenbach Falls, it seemed strangely fitting to say a few words about the story of the detectives across the street and slightly to the left on the day Holmes ever so temporarily bowed out of his own story.
Last Monday, we crossed 100% of our goal. And on Thursday, we ended our campaign with 104% of our goal. We are beyond honored and completely grateful to everyone who donated, shared, sent along encouraging words, recommended, baked, drew, wrote, all of it, in support of us bringing more of this show into the world.
Everyone working to create this show has made art at some point that feels like it went out into the void--something they felt deeply, sacrificed for, put small, weird, jagged, still-beating parts of themselves into day after day, and then never knew if the thing those parts of themselves funneled into actually reached another human. Much less another human who saw themselves in it. We've been quite honest about the fact that our characters are very much an exploration of that feeling, of wanting to be seen, wanting the things we've done to be seen, to matter to someone.
We could write a million words, fifty seasons of audio drama, and never truly be able to put into words how grateful we are to you for reaching back to the art we create and telling it "I see this. I felt it. I love it. I want more."
Creating art is so hard. Most things are hard, but art is Hard, especially as the world and the algorithm and the AI and the Content creeps in and shuts off means of doing the personal, weird, silly, risky little things with any sort of official funding. It's why we funded season one ourselves, because we thought it was worth it. It means more than the world to know you thought so too.
And now, with all of that self-indulgence done: a practical update on NEXT STEPS!
MAY 2024:
We'll spend this next month prepping crowdfund rewards--writing thank you notes, getting extra supplies of stickers (they were VERY popular), etc! We expect those rewards to go out mid-Summer. The annotated Scandal in Bohemia will go out to our $30+ donors later this month via email. Also, if you pledged at $250 or up (THANK YOU again), we will be reaching out to secure details of your perks (start thinking of what mystery you'd like us to solve!). If you are expecting an email and do not receive one by the end of the month, please check your spam folder and if nothing is there, reach out to us via IGG!
We are also in the process or pre-production currently! This season will have a cast of roughly 22 voice actors, so we're taking the full month to get our recording plan. We'll also spend the month refining scripts, doing rehearsals, working with our composer on some original pieces (perhaps some violin) and giving our fantastic sound designer, Sarah, time to do the prep work she needs, and laying the groundwork for what is looking to be a very full summer of production! We look forward to updating you as the season progresses!
Again, thank you. Thank you. This second season is, aptly, a bit of an inverse of our first season. It's about the weight of expectation. How to operate in the world when you go from unknown to known. Invisible to spectacular. Alone to loved. It's also about a murder at a theme park but that's a bit less relevant to the emotional core of what I'm driving at here. But actually, fuck it, I guess it's still relevant, because we've always been excited about the weighty and the silly all the same.
So again, and not for the last time: #ForAmbrosius
-Lauren, Ian, and the whole Fawx & Stallion Team
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tumblr needs to go down for like. not a super long time but not a short time, like 2 months or something. i feel like bilbo baggins when he said in his speech like i fucking hate half of u or whatever. everyone needs to collectively forget about whatever dumb reason ur telling each other to kys over and like. learn how to be nice like a person
#99.txt#maybe i just hate the world idk idek#i cant point out something specific even idk its just like. so much drama so much fighting#everyone please shut the fuck up for like 2 months#i think its the me that needs to get off of here 🤨#everything that ever happens on here is the worst thing that ever happened and problematic for xyz reasons#sorry i kno i sound like a 2014 redditor talking abt ''tumblrinas'' but like. they did have basis for some of that shit i really hate to sa#some things are bad but not every single thing is the worst thing to ever happen#i want to look at my fun images nd then go into panic mode over shit that i realise is not even an issue when i take a step back#idk everyone pls shut up forever or maybe for a little while#sorry dont mind me i think i just reached my daily bad take limit a long time ago
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𓆩♡𓆪 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁; Being his roommate was never easy. He was too damned hot for his own good. And lord,did it come with many challenges,having small arguments even nagging about how your order always ends up at his door,accusing each other of literally anything unusual. You both did everything. Until one day,he decides to put the barrier to his heart down,letting you in both in his heart and his bed.
𓆩♡𓆪 𝗰𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴; roommate!sunghoon x fem!reader
𓆩♡𓆪 𝗖𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡; 18+ MDNI,smut,kissing,sunghoon is pussy drunk,reader is his princess and love,reader slightly cries,tity fucking
𓆩♡𓆪 wc;6k+. as said,i divided this. it was supposed to be of 10k but it was looking more like the second part so i kept it for the second part.
another entry for Diary 2024: #15240822 and my twin @sungvrhs comments and reblogs are appreciated^^<3 there's no taglist for this event. and as we might post for every month looming around the dates 22nd and 24th,please support!!
It was a very nice day to begin with. The sky was beaming down at everyone. There seemed to be no hindrance in the rays of sun peeking through people’s blinds. The alarm clock was not buzzing anymore and the wind was in a good mood.
It really seemed to be a lovely morning. Sunghoon, only, softly grunts when the bright light decides to trespass,landing right above his eyes,shimmering down to his whole face,the degree of hotness slowly being felt bit by bit by the said male.
Shifting and turning in his bed,he reaches for his hair,combing it backwards,feeling the heat of the weather through his locks at the tips of his fingers. Slightly sitting up he takes a small glance at the time.
He wasn’t late yet. He still had a solid thirteen minute time to get ready and to actually charge his phone. At the realization that his phone had been accompanying him the whole night,he sighs defeatedly at the recollection.
His eyes shut down at the realization that-it was the weekend already. Gosh. another two days worth of peace not getting an ounce of respect.
His trance is suddenly interrupted by the distant sounds of oil splattering and water running. Of course you were up this early,clanking dishes on the sink loudly,taking out about 2 frying pans to increase the sizzlings,the sound now heard very evidently. And keeping his door open…wait….he remembers shutting the bolt of his door clearly.
Is she for real
He really had nothing to do about it.
To think sunghoon would talk about these with anyone,was nowhere near possible. But it had gotten to a point where he had no other choice than to bear with it,loathe it even. He always chose to shrug it off. He always wanted to shrug you off.
The male focuses on the newly pictured designs of his ceiling, with an absolute blank mind. Just when he was about to think further, his phone gave a single buzz,and then another,and another. His thumb swipes the call button to the right.
It had to be his coworker. and bingo. he was right. "Kill me please.."
“Are you okay?You sound pretty tired” that’s the first thing he hears when his friend walks in,visibly worried about the latter. Especially since he knew how tiring it was to put up with someone. Someone specific by means.
“You think I am after random packages ending up at my door on weekends only? Yeah i actually am fine” he didn’t want his voice to come out as rude,but the other understood the tiredness in the tone,and pretended to think for a moment.
“Mind you,it's a shared apartment,you don't live there alone......Have you tried negotiating?”
“Don’t even go there.She’s infuriating. Plus,all her packages are so fucking silly” with an even strained voice,sunghoon awaiting for any reaction. "going through her stuff now? and you expect privacy" the sarcasm made sunghoon roll his eyes.
But he had to agree. Seeing your face distorted in pure anger when you find your packages ripped,opened,with a mess on the inside entertained him so much.
Your eyes narrowed down on him,and you didn't even have to think twice of the culprit who was chugging beer down,walking away keeping the fridge open for you to close.
You swearing at him,being on your last straw,also because of him,gave him some sort of a superior feeling. And you hated that you could sense the pride whenever he did anything to hit your nerves.
great. just. fucking. great.
“What if you leave a note ,telling her that you wanted to talk about something serious”this immediately made sunghoon shake his head like a maniac. Oh how he deeply regretted having a roommate.
However, after a few moments of silence, the words slowly sank in,deep. And to put a cherry on top of sunghoons interest, which was gonna happen when his friend further said something.
“See her more than a roommate don’t you?” sunghoon shoots a deadpan look at his friend,who seems to wiggle his brows back at him. It made no sense. Why would he actually try to go on an unclear path? It was crystal clear. He only had to tell you to stop bothering him. What could be so damn hard about that? Slapping the note and words at your face and pretending you didn’t live there. It’s going to be easy,right?
Truthfully speaking,it wasn't meant to be shown like that,at all. And by that,it meant,that there was supposed to be pure distaste and disagreement.
“I talk to you about it,so that you can help me get rid of it, not to walk along with it” grimacing even at the thought of you talking to him,intentionally asking random questions to irritate him even further, sunghoon was against the idea. Not that he was wary of your response,but he genuinely didn’t want your footsteps in his house. “She’s already very much annoying,i don’t want any more of that by wasting my words with her,i’m actually tired of it”
He didn’t even like the idea of you walking around and looking at his belongings,or even drinking water in his cup purposely to annoy him even more,prying his laundry away,throwing it all over his bed,returning it to him saying you did the laundry for free but truth to be told,you never did.
And when he would snap back at you for making it harder for him,you would only flash a victorious smile and that would worsen his bundled patience.
It’s like you always knew what to say or do,or even look at him in a way that would just make him walk away from you. Even made stupid rules like a kid. ‘No entering my room’ ‘no eating at my side of the table’ ‘DO NOT EVER TOUCH MY THINGS’ ‘buy a charger if yours die,i’m not sharing anything with you’
He knew you would do anything to get on his nerves,just for his reactions. Your false apologies would always irk him. Nevertheless, he almost considered holding up a room for rent,without talking to you .he really didn’t respect your consent,nor what you would think about it. But the least he could do was to not be abrupt. It won’t go with his personality. He was gonna do it whether you object or not. You didn’t matter to him.
“Wanna come over?to steam it off?Maybe spending some time away might help” he was right. Sunghoon knew his friend was suggesting an escape way right now,which was not the very best option in broad daylight. “I’m not drinking this early,thank you”
“Bold of you to assume I'm taking your puking ass home again. Of course it’s not tequila! I’m saying a nearby cafe,with a breakfast that won’t affect your diet mr.health conscious” he sighs and actually gets up.
“Be there in 20” sunghoon concludes and heads straight to wash his face. While clipping his hair up,he looks around to find his daily skin care pouch. It must be somewhere around–
It’s not there as it’s usual place? He’s sure he checked the cabinets and here and there,but it was nowhere in his reach. He didn’t think much about it and just went out of the bathroom after brushing his teeth and splashing only water on his face.
Later, at the cafe,he spots his friend’s hand waving at him,and he does it back. As they both walk into the cafe,they settle down and start going on about their days,complaints here and there but mostly from sunghoon. On how he can’t stand your annoying voice and how he has to return home knowing he has to see your face again and again.
"i need a new roommate"
"As if i don't know that yet,should i act surprised"
"Anyway you got what I said"
"I don't think it's possible if the duration is a month"
"A month?!? I was hoping about days!"
"Oh i have so many friends that would want to be your home buddy!" his friend says ironically.
You have done little to many things. Disrupting his peaceful naps,perfect schedule for 8 hours of sleep,giving him daily headaches with music blasting through your windows purposely whenever he got back home. He doubts that you ever sleep.
He can’t even say anything about it because he isn’t always present when it needs to be sorted out. And when he tries to knock on your door,you always ignore him,looking through the peephole to see the impatient man tapping his foot on the rug outside you to give the impression of a 'nice and approachable' roommate as he wished you would be.
Yet, you never cooperated with his friendly advances,watching his grit his teeth and take his attempts back. He tried to talk? You go deaf and talk about other bland things. If he ever had to clean up after you totally wreck the kitchen on purpose?there would never be any apologies,nor any gratitude.
Sunghoon thought,at first,it was just you not wanting to get along with him,which was true,but later,as time passed on to weeks and months,he learned that you did those things to purposely annoy him. Nitpicking on everything he would do,even when he doesn’t ask for any opinions,nagging about how you always have to call him for the key to the shared closet,which he suggested on getting to ‘save’ space.
On some days,he preferred not to get along with you. He truly didn’t want to. But the words of his friend lingered around a bit longer than usual. And he finally decides to act on everything he had been pondering about. It was already draining enough. Damn he can’t even move because it’s the middle of the month and his parents are too far. And he had too much going on with his shifts at work.
But now….
Surprisingly enough, he found the door slightly opened,sighing in annoyance,mentally accusing you of being careless again,or taking it as one of your silly pranks to annoy him.
Unbeknownst to him,the walk inside the apartment felt oddly quiet. No tv on full blast?stepping inside a bit more,he notices that the lights to the hallway and the kitchen are off. He thinks that it had to be his lucky day especially when you're not in sight.
But then, a sudden cough makes him flinch real hard and he turns to see. “Jesus what the fuck–”
“Calm down! It’s only me” your voice came out as a mere whisper as you saw him puffing out a sigh of relief. :just came for a refreshment jeez you get scared so easily it’s so entertaining you know”
Sunghoon rolls his eyes at the statement,and doesn’t say anything. But he can feel the relief wash all over him when he feels your presence what he once deemed was absent. “Hope you’re done yapping? Now don’t bother me any further i’m gonna sleep,oh– and for god’s sake clean up the–”
“Listen..there’s something- I need to tell you..”
oh?
The sudden softness in your tone felt too good to be true for him. Yet, he only turns his head and waits for you to proceed. And when you don’t he felt like the silence was too hard to bear.
“What’s with the approach?” He sits on the couch and lets his head fall back. Impatient about what you’re about to talk about,he mutters a small ‘go on’ and watched as you sat down beside him.
“Someone dropped b-by and–” by now,you were sure he could catch the hindered speech from you,you’re sure he already has. “She might have had a misconception,b-but,i just want to apologize for causing you so much t-trouble-” you failed to portray your words normally as a choked sob slipped out of your mouth.
“What are you saying?” you quickly wiped your tears,and continued to speak. “Your m-mother,she came by saying she wanted to s-see you and asked me who i w-was but before i could answer,she went to your room and saw my clothes on your bed a-and- she thought of me as your girlfriend,tried my best saying that i was just a roommate- she suddenly got enraged and told me how much i trouble you and that she wants me out ,i-i- just said that she got the wrong idea and that i’m not who she thinks i am but s-she never listened and called the cops for domestic a-abuse–i told the cops that it’s nothing like that and i didn’t know– ”you explained it all in such a haste,spewing out anything that could make sense to him,who was now heartedly listening to you.
It had to be reflexes when sunghoon urges forward to engulf your delicate frame in the warmest hug of all. Everything you said,ran in his head like a whirlwind. And to his surprise,you actually let him hold you even closer when he attempts it as well. Your hands are confused,lost under sunghoon’s warm embrace. This was not supposed to feel pleasant.
“She w-warned me about telling you and how she will get a h-hold of me once you see her all together a-and-”
“Shh….it’s okay now…..i don’t want to hear any further….it was enough.” oh for sure it was. All while he was not present. Sunghoon only knew about you having no relatives around the place he lives currently when he was 4 months into living with you. He can’t have you out when you’re still looking for a job and you’re trying hard. He was generous.
And to his surprise,you actually let him hold you even closer when he attempts it as well. Your hands are confused,lost under sunghoon’s warm embrace. This was not supposed to feel pleasant. Sunghoon thought it was best if he just didn't bring this up for a while. When time comes by,he would sit and explain it all to you.. And maybe when he does….
Sunghoon felt like a dick for not telling his mother about the new roommate earlier. She must’ve gotten the wrong idea and lashed out on you. Her anger was valid. Valid because,she had every right to be mad about her son’s toxic ex girlfriend,which helpfully wasn’t you. There’s no way she took you as his past and…
The action was not supposed to make you cry even more. But it did. Inside, you felt like it was the best to let your emotions run free at that moment. And that’s what you did. Being so upclose to him,it was a very rare sight,but it did comfort you in ways nobody has ever tried doing it. It definitely would’ve felt weird if you were in your senses but right now,you wanted nothing more than to shut your eyes while hearing his heartbeat.
And recalling what the woman from earlier,it deeply affected you,in a bad way. She was clever enough to find out much about you,calling you a bother and more.he and you mindlessly spilt all these to the very man that's been holding you for a while now.had to hear it right. How did this all happen in the span of a few hours?His mother lived way far,at least 10 hours of a flight worth of time,and even more.
All he could focus on right now,was how your breathing felt rapid against his chest,your eyes not stopping to rain down anytime soon. And yet again,he had so many questions. The only person who knew about this was his friend. But he does not dare speak of sunghoons conditions,or even tell anyone about him living with someone. no matter how bad they got,to his parents,to not cause any sense of worry. Not when they both promised not to,not without Sunghoon's permission.
Sunghoon doesn't say much as he calmly strokes your back with every ounce of comfort he could offer at the moment. He never felt the need to hold you this close until this very moment, and having you tight clad to his chest,only wishing that you fell in the most peaceful slumber,he felt,he knew,that something in him had changed severely.
Getting a wild imagination of how hard his mother could’ve gone on you,he felt half bad about not being there to have been able to explain anything. He gets that she was both tired and only wanting the best for her son,but this was the least he expected to happen.
Not only did she say stuff you were far from,but he was sure,so damn sure that she dug up enough information about you to come over and throw dirt all over you. Whereas, all this was not even necessary. Sunghoon regrets not voicing out his complaints to the right person first.
Sunghoon slips his phone out of his pocket to set up a small meeting with his ‘friend’ later tomorrow. And for the moment,he stops thinking any further. It can all be discussed tomorrow when you are sober enough.
Falling asleep in someone’s arm with whom you’ve had been neck on neck with,would definitely be the least thing you’d expect to hear first thing when you wake up. And to your luck,he actually won’t provide discomfort by bringing it up in front of you tomorrow.
“You don’t need to move out” he makes sure that your eyes are shut,and your breathing is serene. With an airy chuckle,sunghoon carefully checked if he was in the clear so that he could pick you up and tuck you to bed.
“I’ll make sure you stay here…pretty” gently caressing the side of your face,he realizes,that his lips are almost ghosting yours. One move and he could get his first kiss taken away. The thought alone leaves him flushed red. If not for his senses kicking in,he would've kissed the bridge of your nose. Which would totally tear down the walls.
No no no..snap out of it right now Park!
Never has he ever imagined that he would have to be pushed this close to you someday. And that too,patching things up with both comfort and confrontation. He thinks that it’s amazing how this situation played out. How his polite words got turned into something vile,before he could even confess to you.
But here he was,staring at your sleeping face with newfound love,not one repulsive thought getting to his mind,and it could never be more stronger than what he was feeling right now…
Love…love…could it be so?
And just like that,sunghoon loses himself to a spiral of emotions that he had once loathed alot,despised even thinking about it by an mm,and which had been kept in the very depth of his heart,very much away from himself.
Spraying a few bits of the perfume,he exhales a short breath,contended with how he is planning to take everything from here. Slow and steady. He prayed for the situation to play out as smoothly as it did in his head. He ruffles his hair and looks at the mirror one last time before opening the case to his specs,taking the frame out and wearing it.
As for him,he wholeheartedly wanted to form a truce with you,if that’s even achievable. He’s not even sure if you would even want to go out. That too, with him. It was new. It was a new change. He was ready to try out a new path. To feel how different it would be if he was actually in your good books.
He still has to bring up the matters and sort it out with you. It all gives him a heavy weight on his shoulders and his stomach drops down at the thought of you.
The past few weeks went by quickly. But the small changes in his behavior towards you changed by the largest. You could also tell. There was no more of that temper shown from the guy as usual. The regular routine of dispute is now merely engaged in between you two. The silent ‘hey’s and ‘going for classes don’t wait up for me!’s getting a bit too suspicious for you. He has never spoken about that day till now. And you think,he might’ve resorted to just going with it.
Watching sunghoon smiling to himself,walking around the house all happy was something you really weren’t used to. Your eyes betrayed you…it had to be that. It really had to be unbelievable to you because..it’s not everyday you see your nuisance of a roommate looking this dashingly handsome,not everyday…you see him smiling..and it was…..oddly attractive.
He might have squeezed some time in to do his hair…the fresh undercut emphasized the color black with even more royalty,showing off his facial structures,which were looking even more defined now. It was something you definitely liked….loved…mind wandering off to staring at him untangling the strings of his plain black hoodie,from the couch. But this all?What was it even for?Who was it even for?
Sunghoon could feel the stare burn his back as he nervously took a gulp. Why was he even nervous?It's not like it’s her he’s taking out. It’s not even about taking anyone out. It’s basically ‘I wanted to talk to you about something very important’ thingy the sooner it would be over,the better..
Your unhinged stare thickened the already present tension in the air,ten times thicker. His eyes were wandering off anywhere except you. What was it that made it too hard to even look at you for a second? He felt the lump forming in his throat getting heavier,he had been holding his breath for too long now.
So,as planned,he takes a deep breath,and spills out with the best but not the well built words for the moment, he could gather.
“Can we talk?It's ok if you don’t want to but I feel like there has been some skips,let me explain everything?” eyes were shut,lips were pressed into a thin line as he dropped his head down,securing your view to his back,but it changes when he decides to take steps towards you.
You looked anywhere but him,blinking the tears away. You knew the meaning behind his ‘skips’. And when he emphasizes the mentioned word like that,you can’t help but feel the weight of the incident all over again.
Him suddenly taking your hands in his,making sure they capture the warmth of both of his hands in a secured grip,made you whip your head to your side,only to be met with a pair of apologetic eyes. You were very taken aback. You didn’t know whether you should let go of the tight grip on your own breath,or just keep staring at his lost eyes and wait for him to push out words.
“I uhh-where do i start-”Words naturally get stuck up his throat when he finally feels your eyes on him,which were stealing shy glances down to his lips. You give him an encouraging nod to continue. Because, if the silence kept lingering a bit more,you would feel like your heart would explode at any given moment. And sunghoon holding your hands like it would cost him his life to let them go,displays a hidden flush which only you can feel the heat of..
“Let me just cut to the chase….earlier, i had no idea mom would pay a visit like that-i really didn’t know,if i had,i would’ve told you anyhow” stopping midway,he doesn’t hear anything from you and he looks down,before continuing,”–and i want to apologize for everything she said to you,she should have not overreacted and make such a scene…i’m just….i feel sorry that you went through all that..you could’ve dialed me up but i’m taking it as…. you didn’t want to?”
“Yeah you’re kinda right” you sniffled and retrieved your hands to wipe the tears off. A small laughter slips past his lips as he hears the same from you. “It all happened so fast I couldn't get the time to..” you look at his eyes,unaware of the millions of butterflies which ruptured through sunghoons system,when you do so.
“Also…”he clears his throat to ease his heart,shifting his eyes to where you placed your hands above his,again.
“Yeah?”you could tell that his eyes held hesitance. But this time,you were relaxed,having to get assurance that the big storm was over,and that sunghoon would do anything in his power to not let that happen again. Judging from the awkwardness he portrayed,he was clearly unsure of what to say. He swore he had so many things to talk about,to untangle every tight knot there was.
Deleting every word and thought that would contradict what his heart was feeling then,the only feeling that he had at that very moment,was nothing but true adoration towards you. And you were to see that,very soon.
“Can we uhmm…start over?” it was bound to happen sooner or later. Truthfully, he was going to ask you to go out with him. That however failed to occur because sunghoon thought it was better not to rush it all out. Even as a friend,he would wait to go out with you. And that didn’t matter to him as long as you would forgive him for everything. He didn’t mind.
“What game are you playing Park Sunghoon” sunghoon failed to hide his smile,displaying his fangs out wide,eyes squishing shut. It was really endearing. You found Park Sunghoon absolutely endearing.
“I meant-” he points his index to the poster on your door,making you turn to where he was pointing,and only then is when you get what he was implying. It was cute. “Let’s live up to that cringe ass poster of yours-” How his whole demeanor could change in seconds,you were yet to find out. From wanting you out of his sight,to hugging you till he’s sure that you’ve stopped crying,to shaking hands with you to form a truce. “Ouch! Okay-ok–” he takes his words back when you playfully hit his arm.
“It’s not the poster,it's you! I was just being nice” now that, was something sunghoon could hold onto,and hopefully,it was enough for him to tell that things were going well between you and him.
It felt too good to be true…too good.
You were in the middle of applying mascara in your room. You occasionally checked the time,not wanting to be late. When you are done with your last touch ups,you fix your hair before going to sunghoon’s room.
“I’m done!” You watched as sunghoon fixed his dark emerald shirt,with the sleeves rolled up and few of the buttons undone from the top,exposing his chest by the slightest. And his hair was parted from the forehead,his thick eyebrows almost hidden by the strands. You couldn’t care about how long you have been staring until sunghoon decides to break the chain of it.
“Take a picture it will last longer” you mentally cursed yourself at his sharp intuition. Sighing,you walk into the room. It had been more than 6 months since you both started over again. And he can’t lie,he had this feeling emerging from the depths of his heart,whenever he stole glances at you. As unsure as he was back then,he could now tell that he was more than right about the emotions he chose to dismiss.
“No thank you”
“You could’ve just said that you wanted to see me,the excuses are running lame you know” you teasingly said,earning a deep chuckle from the platinum blonde haired male.
“I will stand you up if this is what i get for being nice”your warning didn’t get much of a reaction from sunghoon,instead,he found it cute. You were pointing your index at him while your other hand was fisted. Sunghoon took quiet steps towards you,eyes now hooked onto yours. He broke eye contact and looked at you from head to toe before smirking. His face inches down to yours,the height difference making you feel smaller all of a sudden.
“Darling, want to see where that gets you?” his fingers boldly wrap a strand of your styled hair,twirling it as he takes in the delight of your flushed red state.
oh how he loved teasing you...
“L-let’s go already” if you haven’t felt your heart pick it’s pace up before,you for sure felt that now. And by that,you meant for your heart to explode. Sunghoon chuckles at how fast you were to leave his room and close the door while you're at it. Yep,something definitely shifted.
“So, where do you want to go first,my lady?” you rolled your eyes at the name. “First off,what’s with the corny names?” you stopped walking and took an overview of the shops that were in the radar of the park. “Second of all,it was your plan to take me out and you don’t know where to take me?”
“So you already believe this is a date?you’re really something you know” sunghoon looked for something far off in a distance before shifting his gaze to you. “Is that so?”
“You’ve never been this wrong” whether you accept it or not,the male was the most satisfied he’s ever been.
You smiled at him sarcastically. “Or is it that you are in denial” he countered your reply. “What if you have…those….weird feelings for me?” the distance between you too currently could fool anyone into thinking that you were dating the man infront of you,but you weren’t…..yet.
Keyword; yet.
and maybe you did...
To say the rest of the night went by him teasing you was evitable. Murmuring in your ear too close,accidentally brushing his hand over yours several times,keeping you next to him wherever he goes,even offering to carry your bag for you out of nowhere. You can’t help but feel this sort of way for sunghoon. He has been sweet to you all these months now,even though the bickering remained,he never overstepped any lines. Is this what he meant by mending things?
It had been 15 minutes since you heard ‘wait here,i’ll be right back’ from sunghoon. You tapped your foot endlessly on the ground,arms crossed above your chest as you waited. It gave you a bit of time to think about everything. To think about the feelings you were weighed with…to think about sunghoon.
How had it all transitioned so well and so fit? Old you would’ve hated this situation if she were in your shoes right now. Sunghoon being an absolute gentleman to you over the past few months was enough to make you break your walls and let him in.
“Sorry! The line was too long–” sunghoon’s voice interrupts you from thinking any further. “Take this…it’s..for you”his eyes smile as well along with the curved up lips. He lifts up his hand which holds a slim bouquet of peonies,now presented towards you. Your eyes wander off to the exchange,you take it in your hand. “What’s this for?”
“Just thought you looked pretty” he states with calm,no pressure or strain evident in his voice. The words alone caused a haywire in you. And you were left to freeze at the thought of him calling you pretty again.“What?”
“Thank you,these are really pretty……thank you sunghoon”
The walk back to the dorm was quiet. Yet you have never felt this peaceful with the person who would annoy you to death. Perhaps it was time,time for you to finally accept these all.
Sunghoon darts his eyes as the side of your head,which was now still,something going on your mind that he was sure of. “
What’s bothering that little brain of yours, hmm?”
“Just….a little bit overwhelmed” you scrunch your nose at the last word. This earns a chortle from the latter.”How so?”
Now that was a good question. It wasn’t about how you came to cope up with him,it wasn’t about everything that had happened in the past as well,to sunghoon, it was about if you had grown to be fond of his presence or not,to sunghoon, it was about whether you liked everything he did for you or not.
“Did I do something?” the voice became much like a whisper now,you both now halted on walking.
“Partially?yeah,that’s the word” you look to your side and see sunghoon side eyeing you. “No no- i meant– it’s about us- IT’S NOT LIKE THAT BUT-it’s the dynamic”
“What about the dynamic” sunghoon keeps his stare on you stoic.
“It makes me feel different…different as in,it’s more peaceful and the weight on my heart seems to…disappear. It just feels better now…with you” you stop midway,searching for any signs from the male,whose eyes are now boring onto yours,eyelids seeming a bit heavy. “So.......What do you feel about it?”
He immediately doesn’t say anything. Rather, he watches…his mind pointing out small details for him to notice,how your brows knitted together in confusion,how your eyes don’t know where to look,you were probably nervous of what he could be thinking,scrambiling with your words,all of It makes him titter. If only you could read through his mind right now…
“Hmm,it’s the same for me…darling” it’s crazy how park sunghoon calls you that,heats your cheeks up instantly,and this time..he is bestowed with the very sight,which he promises to adore forever.
Emotions take over his already fogged brain,and he can no longer part himself away from your presence. The look on his eyes,they never change…even now,as he takes small steps and closes in,you could feel the infatuation,the fondness oozing out. His hands were very very tender with how they held your now slightly chilly ones.
No words spoken between the two of you,as his lips part,allowing him to mouth a very special phrase. ‘I love you’
It wasn’t until you felt the soft placement of his lips,grazing on your cheekbone. “I love you”
It wasn’t until you felt the soft placement of his lips,grazing on your cheekbone. “I love you” every tone of his voice screamed comfort. And the way he says it,never ceases to steal your heart away from you. You were for sure to cry if it weren’t for his quick actions of connecting his forehead with yours,hands cupping your face ever so gently.
“Do you…as well?”he felt so vulnerable at that moment,his heart being at peak,drumming through his ribcage at a fast pace,the stir of passions starts to accelerate when you decide to make eye contact. “I do”
The verbal affirmation gave him his desired green signal to push forward and connect his lips with yours. The moment he did,he thought he would melt. Having to cup your face and make out in the open?He was down for that. He moved his mouth matching your pace. Your hands clasped onto his shirt,pulling him even nearer.
Sadly he felt your plush pair of lips pull away,all panting,but never letting him go,keeping a smooth millimeter distance. “Take me home” was all he heard before guiding you back
It was as if you were in a totally different world. Having sunghoon’s face,and his nose,all devoted to and buried in your cunt,licking thick and thin straps,tongue creating patterns of its own,drawing out mewls from you so easily.
It took him seconds to make your body vibrate,with various swirls and swipes,attached with pressure,given to your outer lips,it was all bound to happen.
The latter smiles at your small yelps and gasps,moaning into his job when he feels your tight grip on his hair,guiding his head anyhow you like,and he lets you. His smirk widens when you rotate your hips,hoping he’d do something more,you become more desperate,aww.
“If i were you,i would stop moving” it’s simply cute how he has to acknowledge a thick weight on your legs,only to keep you in place,as he sucks and rubs your reddened cunt. “Makes me want to put you on your place for all the times you have pissed me off”
Sunghoon feels your walls constricting on his tongue, when he says that. How pretty.
“You clenched baby…fuck” he pulls away for a moment before diving in again. mumbling curses which go semi muted because of his drilling pace,you just lay there and take and push.
"c-close" the more you moan the more fast he moves his tongue,testing the water,the knot so close to snap.
You whined at the loss of his plump lips from your entrance,but your ears pick up the sound of belt clinking down to the floor,eyes looking at him in anticipation.
He slides his pants down to his knees and reaches out for your thighs to grab and pull your entire weight to where his clothed crotch was.
He already took his sweet time prepping you. And when he pulled away to see you in full vision,he only got more aroused at the sight of your nude form,hands on your sides,your lips parted,longing for air,calming down from the mindblowing head he gave you,'pretty' was written on you all over.
"can y-you go slow...it's actually m-my" he was quick to put a finger on your lips,stopping you from speaking. "it's okay,let me.. take care of you"
His words provided another wave of relief as you see him come closer to you,and guiding your hands to hold your legs apart for him. "just do what i tell you to okay?"
Fishing his cock out of his boxers,he gives it a few strokes before tapping the tip on your clit repeatedly,earning small gasps from you each time. "this much wet already?i'm not even planning to be in you tonight"
tapping the nub with his precum covered cock,he hisses when he feels your outer walls twitch in exctement. His hips jerked up as he got impatience,to connect with yours,fucking you dry but wet at the same time. "gonna fuck you like this till you get the idea of how much of me you can take"
His cheeks get rosy when you help yourself up on your elbows and watch how his hardened length drags up and down ferociously,the tip reddening and angry. "it feels so good hoon,you feel so good" Halfway through,you realize that his upper half was naked,he really was skilled.
Sunghoon never had a tight thing for boobs,or even the idea of cumming on them,or sucking them while he fucks his girl deep. BUt something about how they slightly jiggle up and down,all bare,infront of him,it just urges him to cum on spot. The thought alone brings out a silent cry to you when you feel him poke the tip by a tiny bit into you,getting a feeling of not being able to fit him in, whole. "s-sunghoon-no-"
"shh,i won't push in now baby,we can save that for later...you have a long way to go sweetheart" he lengthens the word 'long' as he hastily grasps the back of your knees.
"making you feel so good,fuck" the groans get more rough,mixed with the sounds of your pussy lubricating him. You suddenly felt a warm sensation under your navel,looking down to find sunghoon's dick resting there,eyes glossy,clouded with lust.
As if your knew what to do,your hands squished in your chest,the view of your tits rubbing on each other driving him insane. His chuckle darkens by a bit as he again guides his shaft into the small,tight,hole you made for him. "my girl knows how to please me?"
"that's right,press them in for me,make me cum" his world spins on his head,the pleasure and your sweet melody dragging him to the brink of coming undone.
Thrusting his hips a bit faster,he finally releases globs of white,on your flesh,coating them. It pulls out a high pitched moan from you when you feel his fingers moving left and right up and down viciously,his body weight used as a leverage.
His other hand helps him ride out his high as he simultaneously helps you cum.And when the knot snaps,your legs close in at the speed of light,facing the brutal pace of his fingers in any motion,chest heaving up and down,unable to thrash around due to him sitting on you lightly.
"did so good f'me,everything i could ask for" his tired body falls beside you,breathing heavily as he gropes your body all over again,pulling you to connect your sweaty bodies together. "loved it,loved you"
"i love you too sunghoon"
#enhypen hard hours#enhypenimagines#enhypensmut#enhypen#enhypen smut#sunghoon x reader#sunghoon imagines#sunghoon scenarios#sunghoon smut#park sunghoon
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because i liked a boy - LN4
pairing: lando norris x ex!singer reader (fc: madison beer)
summary: after months of excessive and unnecessary hate you release a song to tell your side of the story
authors note: i decided to create a character for this, isla, you never see her just in this situation she is ‘olivia’. isla is famous in this but not a singer!! i will NEVER forget the way i felt when i listened to this song for the first time,, enjoy!!
authors note 2: i honestly hate this so much but ive had no motivation so i just pulled this out of the depths. i literally have no clue on what i want to do next so i might just be doing silly filler things until i figure it out🫠
warnings: death threats!! basically anything mentioned in because i liked a boy
masterlist part 2
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user7 stop teasingggg😭we need the new music
user10 starving for new music
user31 slut!!
user15 leave!!!
user63 wait why are people hating on her? what did i miss??
user5 isla did an interview talking about why her and lando broke up and shaded yn for ‘breaking them up’, basically calling yn the other woman
user7 but also nothing has been confirmed by lando or yn plus lando and yn been broken up for like 10 months so i dont really understand why its getting brought up now
alex_albon new music soon🫣
yourusername lily i know its you😭
alex_albon 😁😁
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Day 34. i <3 chicken quesadillas
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user17 we love this content
user8 looks tasty, food looks good too!!
user82 remember that stream where lando and yn made quesadillas while they listened to black eyed peas?
user2 yes!! i loved that stream so much :’)
user103 why would you get with a homewrecker??
user6 yn is such a slut
user7 why are you guys bringing up yn? not only that why are you only blaming yn??
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user10 music lyric??
user81 NEW MUSIC?? SOON?? PLEASE??
user73 yall love supporting a rebound🥱
user90 k1ll yourself!!
user83 no one cares
user6 jesus the sluts back
user14 yall love to say your hate her and yet here you are..being obsessed
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thank you. thank you so so much. i truly cannot express the love i felt tonight when singing my new song. thank you from the bottom of my heart❤️🩹
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user10 oh im in love with you
user16 you are so special to me
user82 hearing this live healed me :’)
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user66 this song just changed my life
user73 i hope everyone shuts the fuck up now..
user99 you never deserved this, we love you so much☹️
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beg | myg
➥ pairing | min yoongi x f!reader
➥ word count | 1.2k
➥ warning(s) | 🔞 smut; dirty talk, mild degradation, mild praise kink, established relationship, rough oral (m receiving), throatfucking, teasing, pet names, throat bulge, studio sex, wet & messy, reader wears a necklace with yoongi's initial
➥ summary | requested from this - "Oh no, not until you beg." & "Relax your throat." With Min Yoongi :3
➥ notes | for anon~ hope you enjoy 🧡 un-edited, I’ll come back to fix things when it’s not 2 AM lol
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The low hum of the A/C unit overhead and the whir of the computer fan kicking on is almost enough to drown out the wet gags and gargled breathing but only just.
Not that it really matters - the hours had long since crept past midnight, and Yoongi was meticulous when it came to the design of his studio.
Key pad, double doored, soundproofed to hell and back; the whole shebang.
Millions of won poured into the construction of the four walls that made up his altar, his church. Furthermore, not only did others give a wide berth when he's on-site at HYBE, but even fewer have the special privilege of being granted access to his private sanctum.
You're one of the lucky ones.
Mind, it took several (long) months of veiled suggestions and cajoling to get you to where you are now, but it was worth it in the end.
Watching a man so thoroughly married to his work set aside his convictions to give attention to your relationship doesn't sit right with you. Plus, it wasn’t sustainable in the long run - even though you appreciate the effort.
No, this arrangement is much better - the best of both worlds.
Not only do you get to spend time with him, he gets to share what he loves. A win-win for everyone involved, but especially for you when Yoongi is horny and agitated.
“Mm, come on, baby,” Yoongi husks, wicking away the mascara clinging to the swell of your cheek with a rough thumb, “I know you can take me all the way. Now, stop playing, and relax your throat.”
Burning eyes fluttering open, you take in the blurry upside-down view that greets you through clumpy lashes; a sea of dark wood, the pale stretch of his legs, the pool of black basketball shorts puddled around his ankles.
Propped up as you are, head dangling over the thin leather armrest of the couch, you can't get a good angle without giving yourself a crick. Little spasms are already shooting through your neck, and down in between your shoulders because of the lack of proper support.
Something you'll definitely be paying for later.
But you're not about to stop Yoongi.
Not when he has you laid out on your back with his cock in your mouth, both of you working towards stuffing it down your throat. Even if your lips are fucked raw and swollen, your chin slick with spit and pre-cum.
Your tongue stretches out to flick over the fat head of his cock when he slides free with a sticky pop. “Fuck yeah, just like that.”
You hum low in the back of your throat, threads of arousal shivering down your spine as your belly swoops at the low rumble of his voice, the delicate trace of his fingers along the sides of your neck.
He grunts when you dig the tip of your tongue into his weeping slit, lapping and swirling around the spongy crown.
“Heh, you’re such a filthy bitch for me, aren’t you,” Yoongi says, his voice breathless and cracking around the edges. “Now, are you ready to be a good girl and swallow my dick?”
Inhaling deep, you let your breath shudder from you on a shaky moan that teases the insides of his thighs, the base of his cock, “Yes, please. Want it, Yoongs.”
Yoongi hums, satisfied.
“Watch those teeth,” is the only warning you get.
Then he's cradling your jaw with his thumbs and nudging his hips forward to grind against your lips. Eyes sliding shut, you drop your mouth open into a relaxed circle for Yoongi to fuck into.
The initial slide is smooth, aided by the strings of spit and pre-cum clinging to the lower half of your face. Though trouble begins the deeper Yoongi presses towards the back of your throat.
Your muscles tense as your mouth spreads wider and wider to accommodate his girth. An ache settles deep in your temples, little shocks of discomfort shooting down through the hinges of your jaw.
Tears leak past your clenched eyes, the renewed burn of mascara stinging your ducts as your sinuses clog. You whine - a raspy, muffled sound as your tongue wriggles along the underside of his shaft.
He hushes you, and anchors a hand on your shoulder as the other reaches down to twine with your fingers digging into his thigh. “Doing so good for me,” Yoongi said, “fucking perfect, baby.”
Your pussy clenches, your legs tensing against the leather. Sweat gathers behind your knees, your hips shivering with the need to twist, shift, and find a modicum of friction that’ll relieve the ache building behind your navel.
“Yeah, come on, that’s it. Just a little - shit - hah, that - oh fuck!”
His hips jerk forward as you hollow your cheeks to the best of your ability, hissing as teeth scrape along the sides of his shaft as he bullies his way deeper.
And then, with a pop richoetting down your spine, the head of his cock passes the back of your throat.
“Oh, baby,” Yoongi curses, his frame wracked with tremors.
His thighs shudder against your ears, his hips tense with anticipation as he holds himself still. Your throat rebels, rippling like a vice around his shaft, milking him for all he’s worth.
“Feel’s so - feels so good. You take me so well, knew you could. You always do.”
Gagging, your head goes light and floaty at the sudden lack of oxygen, tiny cavities peppering your vision.
Then you focus on breathing through your nose.
In - one, two, three. Out - one, two, three.
Over and over again until the mounting animal panic subsides, and you're left with tingling limbs and a throbbing cunt.
Yoongi groans, “Fuck, that’s so hot.”
Thumbs bracketing the sides of your neck stroke over the visible bulge of his shaft straining against the chain of your necklace, the delicate ‘Y’ charm branding your skin.
It'll leave a welt everyone can see. A little mark to stake his claim. To remember him by when you're separated.
The thought gets you hotter than you care to admit.
“Can see myself in your throat, baby.”
At the praise, liquid fire pulses through your veins, and warmth blooms in your belly. Settling between your hips until your clit twitches.
Slick soaks through the seat of your panties, and you feel all at once so full, and so, so empty.
The scent of his skin - clean and clear. The musk of his cologne - earthy and masculine. The salt of him heavy on your tongue, his cock throbbing in time with his thundering heartbeat as you swallow around him reflexively.
It's enough to send you reeling with the desperation, the desire to feel him cum down your throat, to taste his pleasure.
Half feral, you try bobbing your head, fingers hooking around Yoongi’s hips to drag him into the cradle of your face deeper, faster, harder.
Only to be met with resistance as he refuses to move, to give in to the frantic movements.
Standing stock still, he lets you tug and whine and writhe until your efforts fizzle to nothing.
And only then does he respond, bending over your body to slide a hand between your thighs.
You jerk, hiccup at the feeling of his fingers inching past the soaked hem of your panties. Brushing over the silken folds of your cunt, teasing, testing the slick arousal with his knuckles.
“Oh no, baby,” Yoongi says, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through his chest into yours, “You gotta beg me first.”
#min yoongi x you#min yoongi x reader#yoongi x reader#yoongi smut#yoongi x you#min yoongi#yoongi#bts yoongi#bts min yoongi#yoongi fanfic#yoongi imagine#yoongi fic
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The Vacation (Caught Part 2)(OP81)
Summary: They keep getting caught.
Warnings: SMUUUTTTTTTTTTTTT 🤭, im talking like oral sex (f and m receiving), chaos, robert and logan being stupid, oscar and yn being stupid, language, EVERYONE IS QUESTIONABLE
Note: I’ll never get over this kind of scenario (i will literally never want to stop writing it) ALSO this could be read in the same universe as the other one but it can also be a standalone whatever is best for you 🤭
“OSCAR!” The sweet yelp of her voice warmed his heart, his head immediately turning to locate her in the sea of people eating.
Once his eyes landed on her, his favorite black dress hugging her just right, he smiled and got up from his chair to pull out hers.
“How was shopping, baby?” He asked as she sat down, Logan and Robert nodding their heads at her from across the table.
She nodded back before landing a kiss on Oscar’s cheek when he sat back down, his face blushing red, “It was so good! Italy has the best boutiques!”
He eyed the multitude of bags she had shoved under the table, laughing at her antics as he remembered that same morning when she complained about being broke.
“Very happy for you, my love.” His giggling continued with Y/n eyeing him, already knowing what he was fussing about and shutting down the lecture before it even started.
Logan shook his head, “Alright, you two make me sick. That’s enough of that.”
Robert nodded in agreement as Oscar tilted his head, “Uh, I’m sorry, but who said this trip would be fun? I’m pretty sure it was you two who added me and Y/n into the group chat and demanded that we buy plane tickets to Italy with you guys for a whole ass month of our summer break.”
Y/n hummed, agreeing with her boyfriend and loving the scene that was playing out in front of her.
The three men continued to bicker lightly about the subject before Y/n was shutting them up and forcing them to decide what they wanted to eat.
“Ok, mom.” Robert sighed, throwing his head back in fake annoyance.
Oscar chuckled, saying, “Does that make me daddy?”
It was clear his intrusive thoughts won as the entire table slowly turned their heads around to meet him, bug-eyed and horrified.
“Sorry,” He whispered, getting back to his menu.
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“So, tomorrow?” Logan asked as they all stood in front of the doors of their rooms at the AirBnb.
Tucked under Oscar’s arm, Y/n groaned, “Can we please have a slow morning? It was so early when we got up today.”
“You literally were the only one who wanted to see the sunrise.” Robert scoffed, his arms crossing over his chest as Y/n shrunk further into Oscar’s warm embrace.
“It was pretty,” She mumbled, Oscar tightening his hold on her.
“Alright, shut the fuck up, Robert. Don’t act like you weren’t take millions of photos and acting like it was the greatest thing you’ve ever laid your eyes on.” Logan shot back, sending him a glare that had the couple across from him laughing.
“Slow morning, it is!” Oscar exclaimed, opening the door to his and Y/n’s room.
“Goodnight, guys.” He said quickly as he shoved her into the four walls. Y/n stood, staring blankly at him and his abrupt behavior, as he waved to their friends and closed the door.
“What was tha-” She began as Oscar stocked toward her and planted his lips on hers. She gasped lightly before falling into the rhythm, her hands finding his hair as his found her waist.
“You’ve looked so good all night, baby.” He whispered against her lips as his hands trailed up and down the sides of her body.
“From the moment I saw you, I knew I was done for.” He mumbled again, lips kissing the side of her mouth as they found her jawline and neck.
“Osc,” She sighed as he found the sweet spot right behind her ear, sucking lightly. His hands were constant. Gripping at her ass, roaming around her torso, sliding them under her dress, he was everywhere.
“Y/n, I don’t think you understand how much you tortured me tonight. I’ve wanted you so badly all night that I was so close to fucking you in a bathroom stall.” He whispered in her ear as his hands played with the hem of the black material.
Her whimpering told him everything he needed to know, but he didn’t really care.
“Do you need me, baby?” He said lowly as he took a small step back to look in her eyes.
She nodded, eager, but he laughed, “No, baby. That’s not how this goes. You made me wait all night, so now you’ll wait all night.”
With a light force, he pushed her back onto the bed, her legs falling open slightly. He kneeled before her, white button up sleeves rolled up to his elbow as he looked up at her with lust-blown eyes. His hands nudged her knees further away from each other, her matching black underwear now fully visible to him.
His fingers tracing over the thin material that served as the only barrier between where she needed him and himself, Oscar scoffed, “This is new.”
She nodded, “I bought it today for you.”
“For me?” He said, grinning at her.
She nodded, seemingly thinking this would make him more merciful.
It wouldn’t.
“Well, I’m going to rip them off anyway.” He said as he began pushed her dress up past her waist and pushing the lace to the side. Herself being fully exposed to him, Oscar blew air on her clit, something that made her shutter.
“You like that?” He whispered as his other hand massaged her thigh.
“Oscar,” She moaned, clearly already frustrated from the lack of touch when he was speaking to her in the way he was.
At her pleading tone, no matter how much he wanted to tease her, Oscar caved in. His tongue reached out to lick a stride up her slit before coming to circle forcefully around her clit. Her mouth fell open in a soft groan as he stared up at her, his tongue continuing its work below.
Her hands fisted the bedsheets when he grabbed one and forced them into his hair, her fingers tangling in the strands. His tongue circled a few more times before licking back down to prod at her hole. The wet noises filled the room as well as the sounds of her moans as his hands traveled up to palm her boobs. She got louder, per usual, when she felt his tongue begin circling inside her at the same time his hands took her boobs out of her dress and began pinching, playing with her nipples.
“Oscar, yes, fuck. Right there.” She moaned, hands gripping his hair so incredibly tight.
The telltale sign that she was close, the one thing he always knew to be true when it came to his girlfriend in the bedroom, was when she began riding his face. Something she started doing when he found a way to simultaneously hit her clit with his nose and continue his prodding.
Just when she was about to cum, the coil in her stomach so tight she felt crazed, he pulled away.
“What the fuck!” She yelped as he leaned back on his feet, wiping the wetness off his face.
“I told you I was going to make you wait all night. What do you think that meant?” He said, crawling onto the bed to sit beside her.
“But, there is one way I know you can make it up to me.” He whispered in her ear, his hand coming up to brush the messy locks of hair off her shoulder and behind her ear.
Her eyebrows shot up, eyeing the bulge of his boxers when he grabbed her hand and trailed it down his abs.
When their hands came to cover his crotch, he used his other hand to grab her jaw and force her eyes on him, “Is this okay?”
The quick change in demeanor had her smiling as she nodded and said, “I’ll do you one better.”
She watched as his eyes lit up and he groaned deeply at the sight of her sliding off the bed and onto her knees in front of him. When her hands unbuttoned his pants and shimmied them down just enough so she could pull him out from under his boxers, Oscar’s hand came to grab ahold of her hair.
“You’re so good to me, love.” He moaned when her hands lightly caressed him. His breath, however, and ability to do anything but moan was taken when her mouth enclosed around his dick. The whole world went dark when he felt her tongue swirl around his tip and collect the pre-cum that had accumulated.
Her mouth stretched to accommodate his size as she sunk down on him. His hands tightening in his hair, Oscar loudly moaned, “Y/n, yes.”
Her small hands worked what her mouth couldn’t reach as she trailed her tongue up and down his vein. When she lost track of her movements and he hit the back of her throat, Oscar yelled, “Fuck!”
She giggled, the vibrations sending more moans out of his mouth as she continued working on his length.
The poor couple, too engrossed in their world of pleasure, didn’t realize just how loud they were being. When Oscar yelled out as he had before, Logan and Robert both walked out of their rooms to check on, what they though, was their pained friend.
“It sounded like he fell?” Robert tried as he closed his door at the same time as Logan.
Logan nodded, “Yeah, all I heard was ‘fuck’ and thought it was best to just check up on him. God knows Y/n can’t carry him if he got badly injured.”
So, the concerned friends made their way closer to the room. Maybe if they hadn’t thought he was hurt in the first place, they would’ve understood that the groans they were hearing as the neared weren’t out of pain, but something else.
Nonetheless, the boys knocked quickly on the door, allowing for no response, before opening the door.
“YOU’RE ACTUALLY FUCKING KIDDING ME!” Robert screamed as he covered his eyes. It didn’t work though, the image of one of his best friends getting a blowjob from his girlfriend cruelly engrained in his brain.
“HOLY SHIT!” Oscar yelped, pushing Y/n off him whilst simultaneously standing up to cover her. What he didn’t account for was the fact that he was more naked than her, so all he did was stand up and give his friends a better view of his semi-hard dick.
“PUT IT AWAY!” Logan cried, hands coming to cover his eyes as he struggled to close the door.
From behind him, Y/n extended her arm out so she could pull his pants up for him. It did nothing, but remind him that all he had to do was tuck himself back in and zip it up. Something he did immediately.
By the time he was finished and Y/n had fixed her dress, the two stared at each other.
“Do we go talk to them?” She whispered, arms wrapped around herself as she continued to relive the embarrassment.
Oscar nodded, “I think we have to. We can’t just leave it unsaid.”
No matter how much she didn’t want to, Y/n agreed.
With that and Oscar’s hand in hers, they trailed sheepishly out of the room. Finding the other two boys with their head in their hands on the couch, Y/n and Oscar stood in front of them. The Australian going first.
“We’re sorry for what you saw. That wasn’t supposed to happen.” He tried, shrugging at his last statement.
“I sure hope it wasn’t planned, dumbass.” Logan snapped, eyes refusing to look up.
Robert nodded, however his eyes were able to meet theirs, “Alright, I mean, it is what it is.”
Y/n and Oscar glanced at each other, “What?”
Robert got up from his spot and began his way back to his room, “I was in shock at first, but it isn’t like I didn’t know this was going on. I’ve been in the room right next to you guys before and you’re always so loud.”
Again, Y/n and Oscar stood in the middle of the room, mouth agape at the revelation.
“He’s actually so right.” Logan fired back. The couple’s heads slowly turned back to the American, their faces having drained of any color at all.
“What do you mean?” Oscar stepped forward as Logan stood up.
The blonde stared back at them for a moment before booking it out of the room and mumbling something about being confused.
Oscar, knowing he was lying, chased after him as he began yelling, “LOGAN, SPILL IT!”
This left Y/n, who was partially traumatized, to stare at the wall and wonder how she even got here in the first place.
In love and absolutely, positively caught.
#f1 fanfic#f1 imagine#f1 fic#f1 x reader#mclaren#oscar piastri fanfiction#oscar piastri x reader#oscar piastri imagines#oscar piasstri#oscar piastri imagine#oscar piastri smut#oscar piastri#oscar piastri fanfic#oscar piastri fluff#oscar pastry
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HII I JUST READ YOUR BLOODY HELL AND I WAS WONDERING IF YOU COULD DO ONE WHERE THE READERS KIDNAPPED AND WHEN THE TEAM GOES TO FIND THEM THEY ALREADY KIMLED EVERYONE AND THEYRE JUST WAITING THERE CAUSE THEH DONT KNOW WHERE THEY ARE BUT THEY KNEW THE TEAM WOULD COME. IM SORRY IF I WROTE A LOT IM JUST EXCITED 💗💗
hello?? i’m so glad you liked bloody hell!! :’)
again, i’m still working on capturing everyone’s character, so PLEASE bear (🐻) with me hehe
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Cried for help, help came
pairing: platonic 141 x gn!reader
grim is back yall :’)
warnings: usual cod violence, blood, death, the works ya know
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your hands were shaking.
blood covered you from head to toe.
you were unrecognizable.
your wrists were rubbed raw from being chained to the wall. looking around, you honestly don’t remember how long ago that was.
the room reeked. death, blood, must. it invaded your nostrils, leaving no room for anything else.
you didn’t feel any pain. which seemed odd. you’d been here for so long.
how long was it?
a day?
a week?
a month?
however long it was doesn’t matter. you went through hell.
the room was dark most of the time. a single table with a chair was sat in the middle. in front of where you dangled. your feet had barely touched the ground. lifting your pounding head had been too much for you, so you let it rest against your chest.
“who the fuck are you” the man in front of you seethed. his breath reeked, but you still refused to talk.
this wasn’t supposed to happen. the mission was supposed to be in and out. easy as that. you guess the target had other plans. he’d caught you off guard while searching the building, efficiently knocking you out from behind.
you woke in a room you’d never been in before, panic immediately setting in.
when he didn’t get an answer, he lifted your chin. smooshing your cheeks in one hand, while a knife was grasped tightly in the other.
you were hungry.
so fucking hungry.
and tired. you could really use a nap.
“one more time, bitch. who are you.”
spit welled up in your mouth, and you spat right in his face.
he mouth turned up in a snarl, and he quickly sliced the knife over your right side. a hiss escaped your mouth.
this went on for what seemed like hours. questions thrown in your face, only for you to answer with silence.
the torture and the pain going on for longer until you ultimately passed out.
the next time you awoke, the room was pitch black, save for the light seeping under the door. you made quick work of loosening the ties around your hands.
the door opening made you flinch, and your eyes welled shut from the light suddenly invading your eyes.
footsteps made their way over to you, and you kept your head down. counting your breaths in your head, you waited until the footsteps stopped in front of you.
1 in
2 out
3 in
4 out
now.
with all your strength, you lifted your feet and flung them into the man’s abdomen, effectively knocking him to the ground. hissing, you wiggled until your hands were finally free and you dropped to the ground with a thud. your side was screaming in pain, and you were sure at least one rib was out of place.
the man got back up and threw himself on you. you yelped, and tried to slip out from under him. it was no use, you were just too weak.
he laughed at your weak attempts, and pulled a knife from his thigh. your eyes widened as he raised it above his head.
this is it. i’m dead.
he was too slow. just as he brought it down to go through your head, you jerked to the side. the knife pierced right below your collarbone, and you screamed.
you flailed your body, throwing your attacker off of you. as quickly as you could, you got up and flung yourself at him. with much discomfort, you pulled the knife from your shoulder and slit his throat. a small scream left his mouth before blood seeped through his lips.
movement by the door pulled your attention away from him. three more men stood in the doorway.
fuck.
the first man, tall and burly, but smaller than ghost, stalked toward you. a rifle sat in his hands, quickly setting his sights on you. you jumped for the table, pulling it down as a spray of bullets rained in your shadow.
a click was heard. he was empty. you leapt from behind the table and lunged for him.
knocking him down from the side, you put your thighs on his shoulders and snapped his neck. he was dead.
a shot rang out, and blinding pain hit your left thigh.
he fucking shot you.
you grimaced and rolled to the right. picking up the first man’s body, you used him as a meat shield. the thought almost made you throw up, but he was already dead. not many options.
sorry, dude.
the man was thrown off. you were using his teammate as a fucking shield.
pushing his body at your newest attacker, you caught him off guard. they both fell, and you used this time to go for the third guy. he was a lot closer than you remember, and you feel a dull thump thrown into your face.
a sickening crunch sounded from your nose. the metallic taste of blood ran into your mouth and you gagged.
fucking gross.
rebalancing, you looked up at him. his eyes held fire, and you didn’t blame him. looking to your left, just slightly, you saw the second guy’s gun. you leapt for it, feeling the presence of the man behind you.
you didn’t even look.
you just turned around and held the trigger.
he looked like swiss cheese.
oh fuck.
his body fell to the floor with a thump.
blood pooled the floor around you.
your heart was racing and tears blurred your vision.
you were gonna throw up.
you were too distracted.
a tug to your hair pulled you back, and you screamed in shock.
grasping at the hands holding your hair, you dug your dull nails into their flesh and drug your hands down.
a grunt was heard, and your hair was loosened. you spun and kicked his foot from beneath him, causing him to fall back. you ran the other direction but a hand held onto your boot, causing you to fall onto your arms. a sharp pain ran up your elbow, and you gasped.
looking back, you see menacing eyes and an ugly mustache.
ew.
you wind up and kick his ugly mustache as hard as you can. a loud crunch was heard, and he let go. cursing flooded your ears, and you crawled to the chains that held you up only a while ago. you grab them and turn back to fugly. wrapping them around his neck and pulling as hard as you could.
you watch as he struggles, but you don’t feel sympathy. his face turning purple and his eyes bulging.
his hands scrape at your arms, drawing blood. but, you don’t seem to notice. he finally goes limp.
you don’t let go.
you. don’t. let. go.
it seems that minutes pass before your hands grow too tired to hold him there. the pounding in your head is almost blinding, and you can’t seem to catch your breath.
you crawl over to the far corner.
they’re coming.
they’ll be here.
you don’t know how many times you repeat that before a hand is in your face.
a gloved hand.
a skull mask quickly invades your sight.
you don’t respond.
you hear talking, but can’t form any words.
“grim. grim, can you hear me?” ghost’s voice is softer than usual. his eyes aren’t as cold, and he seems concerned.
your eyes meet his. all you can manage is a nod.
“yeah. yeah, i can hear you.” your voice is scratchy after screaming and not using your voice for what feels like years.
“good. yeah, that’s good. are you hurt?” he knows you are. he can see it. your shaking form covered in blood and bruises. he can’t tell where you’re bleeding from.
“nah, im good. cant feel a thing, l.t.”
“shit. jesus fuck.”
“let’s get them outta here, yeah? place is a fucking bloodbath.” soap.
soap!
your eyes drift from your lieutenant up to your favorite mohawk sporting teammate.
“yeah, bird’s here. we’re good to go. i’m gonna pick you up, is that okay?” ghosts’s voice floods back into your ears. you give another nod before his hands lift you up and carry you out of the building.
your eyes are heavy, and the loud whirring of the chopper blades make your head scream.
your head rests on ghost’s chest as he rushes to the helo.
“kid, you gotta stay awake, alright? we’re almost there.” his voice carries panic, and you try.
oh, you try.
but the last thing you remember hearing is, “fuck! medic!”
when you come to, a blinding light makes you immediately shut your eyes again. beeping to the right of you floods your ears, and you let out a groan.
“fuuuuuck.” your throat is raw and screaming for water.
“you’re awake, here.” you open your eyes again to see price to your left holding water.
“how you feelin’, kid?”
“like shit.”
and it wasn’t a lie. your whole body aches. your face, your shoulders, your throat, your abdomen, all the way down to your toes.
“that’s expected. you took a beating, kiddo. the room looked like horror movie. couldn’t tell who’s blood was who’s.” price’s voice made your eyes well up with tears.
a hand being placed on top of yours finally makes your eyes drag up to his.
“i thought i was going to die, captain.” your voice was no longer sturdy, it was cracking. you were scared. you were just a kid.
“i know. i know. but you made it. really fucking impressive, kid. we’re all glad you’re okay.” he sounded emotional, and his thumb rubbed across your knuckles.
sniffling, you look around the room to see the rest of your crew passed out in the chairs to your right.
ghost manspread, knees hitting both gaz and soap who were situated on either side of him. his arms were crossed and his head was thrown back. soft snores escaped his mouth beneath his mask.
soap’s arm was thrown behind ghost’s chair as his head leaned on his shoulder. gaz was curled up, back to ghost. efficiently using him as a back rest.
you giggled and turned back to price.
“i missed you guys.”
“we missed you too, kid.”
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a/n: thanks for reading! and ty for the request! i hope this is everything you wanted and more :’)
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CL16 | Is It Over Now? | pt.6
pairing: charles leclerc x singer!reader
genre: social media au
summary: you and charles have been everyone's fave couple on the grid, but when you somewhat unexpectedly break up, you turn to songwriting to cope with the pain
face claim: léon
a/n: enjoy the penultimate part! 🥰
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part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 7
masterlist
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y/n: When you go to the loo for 5 mins and you come back to find this in your camera roll… (there are like 30 more of these btw)
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landonorris: Perks of flying with Norris Airways
y/n: It was a little cramped tbh
maxverstappen1: Verstappen Airlines is open for bookings
y/n: Hm… I might hold you to that
landonorris: Heyyy 😕
danielricciardo: We should’ve been models
y/n: Please 😂 What a wasted opportunity
user36: omg lando and daniel 😭😭😭
user37: they’re so annoyingly cute i can’t
user38: 😍😍😍
user39: i will never tire of seeing y/n hangout with the other drivers 🥹
yourbestfriend: Monaco get ready, y/n is back to party
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11 August
y/n’s story
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13 August
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maxverstappen1: Monaco Padel Champions 2023 🏆
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kellypiquet: ♥️
carlossainz55: 👏👏
landonorris: This is definitely not us making fun of the loser team
maxverstappen1: 😂
alex_albon: Whose idea was it to team up Daniel with y/n?? That’s the easiest win ever
landonorris:✌️
danielricciardo: Shut up. We’re the best team in the world 👯
y/n: Let them be darling, they don’t understand our genius
maxverstappen1: You call winning zero sets “genius”?
y/n: Shut up
13 August
landonorris’ story
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14 August
y/n’s story
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14 August
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charles_leclerc: Missed being in the car. Otherwise I enjoyed every second of it 🤍 Onto Zandvoort! 💪
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scuderiaferrari: ❤️
joris__trouche: Let’s goooo 🇳🇱
arthur_leclerc: La huitième photo 🔥
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user40: CHARLIE 😍
user41: always with the shirtless pics 🥵🥵
user42: lol the utter panic on his face during the pingpong game
user43: soooo… where’s maddy, charles?
user44: she left remember 🙊
user43: do you think she “left” left 👀
user45: imagine if she did lmao
user43: OH THE DRAMA
user46: guys don’t give me hope
21 August
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y/n: Summer ‘23 w/ some of the best people 💛
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taylorswift: Ahhh it was so good to finally be on stage together!! 💖
y/n: Yesss, couldn’t agree more!!! We should do it again sometime ☺️
landonorris: Thank you for coming love ❤️
y/n: Wouldn’t have wanted to miss it for the world 😘
user47: the prettiest
user48: please come to germany next 🙏
user49: STUDIO?? MORE MUSIC????
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user50: you look so much happier :’)
user51: she really does 😍😍 she seems to be doing much better since la
25 August
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wagsf1update: ‼️Charles Leclerc and Maddy Hill have broken up‼️ More updates soon
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user52: no. fucking. way.
user53: well that lasted a whole four ass months
user43: OMG WE WERE RIGHT
user45: i can’t believe it
user46: my prayers have been answered 😭
user54: congrats to sharl for seeing the light
user55: bye adieu arrivederci maddy 👋
1 September
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a/n: hmm, y/n seems to be getting closer with lando… but with daniel as well, and charles is also single again… i wonder what will happen next 👀
on a more serious note though, i unfortunately have to postpone part 7 until somewhere between christmas/new year’s eve… i’m going on a trip abroad to visit family for the holidays and i really tried to get part 7 ready in time but alas. we can all blame tumblr’s annoying policy of not allowing 10+ images on the app. anyways, i do have a finished request lined up, so i’ll post that next week instead :)
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[all for you] levi ackerman x f!reader
part 2 to used to be my girl
cw + what to expect: angst, cheating, near-death experience, slight gore, erwin shows his true colours, erwin’s a piece of shit in this actually, unprotected sex, flat-doggy position, light anal play, creampie
a/n: this part isn’t as smut revolved as the last one sorry about that i’m just sad and wanted to make everyone else sad too
you had promised yourself that you wouldn’t go near levi ever again, after the night of the gala. you couldn’t even look erwin in the eyes; not that he noticed. he never did.
“stop teasing me,” you groaned, flipping your head back to look at him from behind your shoulder. he only grinned at you.
he had your cheeks spread open, popping the head of his cock in your pussy just to pull out again. he was driving you crazy.
“why’d you take so long to come back?” his voice came out whiny and you could die right then and there. “dear husband didn’t let you leave your room?”
“stop it.” you hid your head in the pillow. “i hate you.”
levi licked his thumb and popped it in your back hole, making you arch your back and moan softly as he thrusted into you. the double stimulation had you in a chokehold. you remember the first time he tried that on you like it was yesterday. you still had the same reaction.
levi leaned on your back as he pushed his cock deeper, and searched for your hand on the headboard. you weren’t wearing your ring, he noticed, and squeezed your hand tight.
“missed you.” you admitted, turning your head to the side to look up at him. a particularly hard thrust was his way of saying, missed you too.
he kept a fast pace, and you were coming before you knew it, squeezing him tight as you came down from the high. levi slipped his hands between your body and the mattress, groping your breasts, teasing your nipples. you moaned his name in pleasure, feeling him twitch inside of you.
he slid his hand down, playing with your clit as he thrusted right into your g-spot. he could feel you cream around his cock, his fingers were sticky with your wetness. god, you were so hot.
“levi, i’m coming, i’m coming, i love you, fuck!” his pace faltered, and he pulled out. he flipped you on your back before you could protest, and slid back into your slit. your walls fluttered around him and precum mixed with your juices made a wet patch on the sheet.
“i’ll fill you up, fuck, can-can i?” you had never seen him that desperate. you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him down for a sloppy kiss.
“please.” you whispered into his mouth.
“i love you too.” he leaned down to whisper in your ear as warm ropes of cum filled your cunt, “fuck.” he pulled out and watched as his cum slowly oozed out.
he looked up at you with a grin and placed both your legs over his shoulder, so your thighs were shut. he licked his index and middle finger and slowly entered your pussy, pushing all of his cum back into you.
he was so hot. when did he learn to do that?
“i want you full of my seed, always.” he leaned down to kiss you before falling next to you on the bed.
you were sore, you were full, you were sweaty. but it felt so good, even as you wobbled to the bathroom as to not make a mess.
“don’t leave.” levi’s voice was shaky. after you finished cleaning yourself up, you came out with a damp towel. you wiped his sweaty forehead, then his neck and his torso. he looked up at you, eyebrows furrowed, bottom lip barely sticking out.
you got under the blanket and threw your arm over his stomach. he wrapped his own around your shoulders and you rested your head against his chest.
“i’m so scared for tomorrow.” you admitted. you had a bad feeling about this expedition ever since erwin announced it a month ago.
“miche and erwin would have come back already if it was dangerous.” levi didn’t just say that to calm you down. he was right. erwin, miche and two squads were camping out the night before to scout the location.
you sighed and wiped away a stray, frustrated tear. levi noticed you were crying. he knew it wasn’t just about the expedition. the past two months had been hard on you. guilt about levi was eating you from the inside out, but you also couldn’t help feel…betrayed that erwin couldn’t spend a single moment with you, after making you his fiancée. you were slowly breaking.
levi wrapped his other arm around you to place you on top of him. gray eyes looked up in search for yours, and you’re fucking smiling. you look so pretty, he thought.
“promise me something.”
“anything.”
“if we both come back alive, leave him.”
he was being selfish. he had no right being selfish in this situation.
“okay.” you smiled softly and kissed his beautifully bruised lips. it was all going to be okay.
it was going so well, just like erwin had planned. one abnormal titan had been captured for research and you were in search for another one. hange was way too picky. ‘this one is too short!’ ‘this one is not abnormal enough, miche!’ ‘ew, that one is even uglier than the rest.’
“hange, just fucking pick one! we can’t be here for long!” they were driving everyone crazy, and truly, you were getting tired. levi grabbed hange’s hair and pulled her in, whispering something in their ear. hange pulled back with an empty smile.
“okay. let’s…let’s get that one.” they pointed at the titan coming your way. oh, you had him. it had been way too long without an expedition and the adrenaline was kicking hard. you used your gear to get higher ground on top of a tree and waited to pounce.
snap.
you could feel your ribs getting crushed one by one, but you couldn’t scream. you couldn’t move.
crunch.
was that your leg? did the fucking titan just bite your leg? oh god, you’re going to die.
“where the fuck did that come from?”
“get the nape!”
you could hear levi faintly, he was saying that everything will be fine. you got this, baby, you’re okay.
and you were on the ground. a loud thud indicated that the titan that captured you was dead.
your leg was manged. blood turned the green grass red and you felt so dizzy. i’ll just lie down.
“no, no!” levi slapped your face. hard. you were awake, yeah, you felt…nice.
“everyone retrieve! this is your commander’s order!” erwin roared and you could hear horses running in the distance, edm gears swooshing over you.
“carry her with your gear.” you could faintly see levi and erwin looming over you. hange was bandaging what could be saved of your leg. someone was taking your shirt off to bandage your ribs.
“she’ll keep us behind. hange, stop. there’s no time to bandage her!”
“are you fucking serious? she’s going to die.”
“we’ll send a rescue team when we get back.”
“she’s going to die.” levi repeated.
erwin kneeled before you and placed a hand on your shoulder.
“you were an incredible soldier, an immense help to the survey corps.” he patted your back. “i’m relieving you of your duty.”
he’s not serious. he’s joking. right?
you were dozing off on hange’s shoulder. you had no idea what they were saying to you. you just wanted to sleep.
“i’m going to fucking kill you.” levi punched erwin right between the eyes. miche tried holding him back, because levi would actually kill him. “that’s your fucking fiancée. and you’re going to leave her for dead? we can carry her back, erwin!”
“erwin, levi’s right. we can’t leave y/n here.” hange was pouring water on your face and in your mouth, but you couldn’t swallow. you couldn’t even breathe.
“if any of you try carry her, you’ll be eaten. you are all to leave now. this is an order.” you heard edm gear over your head, indicating that erwin was gone.
levi was crying. god, you could hear him sobbing, and you couldn’t move. couldn’t hold him, tell him you were okay.
“i can’t leave her here, hange!” you could spot hange hugging levi from the corner of your eye, helping him up on his feet.
“you won’t. fuck erwin and his dumb dedication of the heart. you take her, i’ll let the nurses know.” hange and miche left. you and levi were all alone in a forest filled with titans.
you brought your hand out, searching for levi. you felt his shoulder, his neck, his face. you stopped there.
“i’m so sorry.” you coughed out. levi was horrified when blood came out of your mouth.
“shh. just don’t fall asleep.”
everything else was a blur. you could remember nurses over you, hange fighting with them, levi holding your hand. and erwin. erwin taking your hand in his and placing that damned ring on your finger.
“levi?” you tried sitting up, but a piercing pain in your sides kept you lying down. it was dark, but you could smell him. you could feel him next to you.
“don’t move. i’ll get the nurse.” you were asleep again when levi and the nurse came back. a doctor was right behind them, your chart in his hands.
“you gave us a good scare, miss l/n.” the doctor took your temperature before taking your bandages off to inspect your injuries. “your ribs seem fine, except for some light bruising. your leg, however…”
you looked down at your leg. it looked…ugly. there was a big red mark, partially healed, and you could make out sunken marks from the titan’s teeth on your thigh. you tried moving it. horrified, you realised you couldn’t.
“just give it to me straight.”
“it will take more than a year for you to get feeling back in all of your leg, but with the right therapy…we can make it work.” the doctor side-eyed levi almost terrified. you could only imagine the things he said and did while you were unconscious.
“and if it doesn’t, you know, work?”
“it’s up to you if we cut it off or keep it. most patients decide to keep it, but in my opinion, it’s just dead weight.” some tears escaped your eyes, but you wiped them off quickly.
“thank you, doctor. can we get her something to eat and drink?”
“only liquids for a few weeks. i’ll bring soup.” the nurse rushed off with the doctor hot on her heels.
levi rushed to the chair by your side. you noticed a blanket, five books, two empty cups of tea.
“how long-”
“three months. you were in and out of a coma for most of the time, but the past week you were…you looked…”
“i’m alive.” you reminded him, and the scared look on his face faded away. he helped you drink some water, carefully lifting the glass for you to take small sips.
your left hand felt heavy. you looked down and your heart dropped. you were not wearing this the day of the expedition, that much you remember.
“where is he?” you took the ring off and rolled it around your palm.
“it’s 2 in the morning, y/n. you can talk to him tomorrow.”
“i want to talk now. get him for me, please?”
levi didn’t have to take any more steps, because as soon as he opened the door to the infirmary, erwin barged in. the ravenette silently stepped out, giving you some much needed privacy.
“good, you’re awake. the doctor said it would take you more than a year to walk again.” erwin stood above you. you could kill him right then and there.
“yeah.”
“so, i’m officially relieving you of your duty. you’re free to leave the survey corps whenever you are able to.”
“what the fuck? i’m not leaving.”
“you’re injured, practically handicapped.”
“i’ll do office work.”
“l/n, i gave an order.”
“you piece of shit. you only left me there because you wanted to get rid of me.” erwin facepalmed.
“you’re tired, we can talk-”
“shut up and listen. i was very patient with you, but you are such an emotionless piece of garbage. how does it feel to live such an empty life, huh erwin? how does it feel that your fiancée had to run behind your back to another man because you couldn’t even kiss her?” erwin grabbed your hair and pulled you closer, until you were face to face. you winced at the sudden pull, but you didn’t let the tears fall this time.
“my fiancée is nothing but a whore. you don’t think i knew that when i asked you to marry me? the higher ups said it would do good to the corps’ image if i got a wife. so i chose the easiest one.”
“take this.” you threw the ring in his face and shoved him off you. “you’re giving me an office job until i get back on my feet, or i’ll tell everyone important that erwin smith likes it up the ass.” you grinned when erwin’s face turned red. he stomped out of the room, and you could hear him talk with levi.
you were finally letting all those tears out. you were crying because of erwin, and then you were sobbing because your ribs hurt. and then because your leg looked disgusting and you couldn’t walk, most likely ever.
but levi was coming to you again, furious. he stopped in his tracks when you stared at him with those glossy, red-shot eyes.
“what happened?” you scooted over so he could sit next to you on the twin mattress. he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, the other fixing your mess of hair.
“he’s a piece of shit, levi. he wants to kick me out. where am i going to go?”
“he won’t kick you out.”
“i have nothing outside of here, levi, you know this. this is all i know.” you hid your face in the crook of his neck.
“you’re not leaving. and if you do, i’m coming with you. and so is hange, miche, moblit.”
“what?”
“everyone gave a letter of resignation to erwin, in case he kicked you out.”
“did you threaten them? be honest.” you chuckled.
“just moblit.” he was laughing too. you suddenly noticed his face.
he looked at least 15 pounds lighter; the bags under his eyes were huge, and his cheeks hollow. how long had it been since he had eaten, taken a bath, slept in a bed? you were getting emotional again.
“can you sleep with me? in the bed?”
“we won’t fit. you need the space.”
“levi, please.” you weren’t tired at all. you were basically sleeping for three months. but levi was, he was exhausted. and you couldn’t stand seeing him like that for another second.
“okay.”
okay. everything was okay, at least for a night, at least when levi held you tight and you could hear his heartbeat align with yours. everything was okay because you were staring at the ceiling and levi was snoring softly in your ear.
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Hi! I ABSOLUTELY LOVED your Beast of a Man tarzan!smut. Seriously it was so engaging and you wrote him so well (HES SO HOT AGHH). He's such a hot character idk why others don't write about him, I'm starved for Tarzan fics...
Could you please make a part 2 to the smut? You have such a great/smutty idea going I would love to see you continue it!!
It would mean everything to me!
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a/n: hi yes thank you so much and ofc! it's been so long since I've written smut on Tarzan so please bear with me! (fic anon is referring to here)
synopsis: You have successfully brought back the ape-man for research. Despite behaving like an animal, he's a lot more human in more ways than you originally thought.
warnings: MDNI 18+, recording during sex, oral (m!), 69ing, semi-public oral sex, cumming in mouth (m!&f!), rough throat fucking (f!rec), cum eating (m!&f!)
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"Who the fuck is this?!"
Your colleagues screamed and ran upon seeing who, more like what, you brought back to camp. They hopped up on tables and held up papers as weapons. They eyed you both wearily, on the verge of tears as you stood just a few feet away.
"I think that's a bit extreme," you sigh.
The ape-man was beside you, clinging onto your leg like a child would do with a mother. He, too, was very wary around these strangers. You could hear him grunting and pulling at you as if keeping you from getting too close.
Cute yes, but this would mean it would take a lot of work to build trust in the entire group.
Slowly, the fellow researchers began to try and communicate with the man. Talking slowly and softly, just like you showed them to. All of you agreed that this being could be the missing link, the answer to the question anthropologists have tried to find for decades.
It took over a month for everyone to be comfortable around one another, but of course, another issue was raised.
"So does he just not have a name?" Professor Porter asked.
As of now, you all were just calling him 'the ape-man' or 'hey you' to get his attention. It never crossed your mind to give him an actual name.
"We're not gonna name that beast," Clayton butted his way into the conversation. Clayton, as big and strong as he was, seems the most afraid of your new friend. He's hostile, rude, and arrogant. Even if the ape-man cannot understand the words thrown at him, he can feel them.
The best thing to do in these situations was to ignore Clayton, he just loves the sound of his own voice.
"No," you turn your attention back to the professor. "Not that I know of at least. Should we come up with one?"
"Oh great," there's heavy sarcasm laced in Clayton's voice. "Here you are naming a dog you're not even gonna keep."
"With no due respect Clayton, please shut the fuck up," Terk, the youngest of you, speaks. Terk is small for his age, but he has built. A hairy man who's lively, talkative, and one of the natives that live here. He and the ape-man get along well, a little too well sometimes.
Clayton flips Terk the bird.
"A name for him would be nice, yes." The professor looks as though he's sweating from the tense atmosphere. "Do come up with one dear, I think the missing link would rather you do it."
It's no secret that the ape-man prefers you over the other researchers. He's constantly at your hip, following you like you have an invisible leash on him. Your colleagues, however, don't know how close you two actually are.
The conversation stays in your head for the rest of the day. A name. A name. Something everyone has yet is unbelievably difficult to come up with. Hundreds of possibilities run through your mind as you carry out your daily tasks. Even the ape-man, who's used to you ruffling his hair, grows confused about your behavior.
Nightfall comes with everyone in their tents and you still haven't come up with a name.
With a groan, you turn on your side to see the very person who's making you struggle already looking at you. His eyes are dark, but the candle in your tent lights up his features just enough. You reach out and brush a lock of hair out of his face, watching how he moves to try and get you to touch his skin.
You settle with resting the palm of your hand on his cheek, rubbing your thumb over it.
"A name," you tsk. You narrow your eyes and let your gaze travel over his body. He needs to look like his name, that's a must. "Hey, do you know what a name is?"
He doesn't answer.
"Something to call you. That's a name. Do you have one?"
He stares at you.
Well, this is going to be harder than you thought.
Pursing your lips, you say the first name that comes to mind, "Edward?"
He reacts to that. His calm expression turns into a scowl, bushy eyebrows coming together. You quietly laugh and shake your head, "Not that one okay."
"Tony?"
He frowns.
"Taren?"
He pouts.
"Okay, okay. I think I got it...Garrett."
The ape-man groans, mimicking the behavior he's seen you do hundreds of times. It shocks you to see him act so human, so you. It's equally adorable as it is terrifying.
He's gotten closer to you, a breath away. The proximity used to freak you out, but you've learned it’s how he shows his affection. His trust.
The ape-man is waiting for you to say a word he likes, a sound that comes off your tongue magically. Judging from your facial expression and earlier absent behavior, this is an important task for you.
You want the name to be strong, versatile, and not easily replaceable. The being you've found is one-of-a-kind, it's only fair his name is as well. You play with a few letters in your head, bouncing them in your mind until you think of one that suits him.
"What about Tarzan then? Do you like that one?"
His pupils dilate, watching your beautiful lips pronounce the word. His word.
"Yes."
You gasp, sitting up abruptly. Your sudden movements make him panic as he sits up with you. He scans the tent to find an intruder while you sit there stunned.
He spoke. The ape-man no! Tarzan just spoke to you. He understood language and used it, even if it was just a mere word. A one-syllable answer that has shaken you to your core.
"Oh my god. You just, Tarzan you just spoke. Holy shit, say it again. I need to capture this on video." You ruffle through your bag looking for your camera.
Tarzan stops searching the tent and looks back at you looking as confused as ever. Like he didn't just display human speech in a mere month.
Quickly, you pull out the camera and hit record, aiming the lens at Tarzan's hard, yet beautiful features.
"Repeat what you just said," you look at him through the monitor. Instead of complying, Tarzan stares blankly into the lens. "Do you like the name Tarzan?" You press.
No answer, his eyes flick from the red light to your eyes.
"Come on! Just tell me whether or not you like the name." You're starting to grow impatient. At this point, you're convinced he's just being an ass.
Finally, he adjusts his seating position. Tarzan glances down at his crotch then back up to you, then back to his crotch. You follow his gaze, trying to understand what he's trying to say. Then it clicks.
Compensation. If you want him to do you a favor, you have to do him one as well.
"Are you being serious?" You sigh at him. Tarzan gives a faint nod to you. Even if he can't do so, you swear you see him smirk. Asshole. Setting the camera down, you angle it towards the two of you. Might as well have fun with it.
You crawl your way towards him, parting his thighs slightly before giving him a playful glare, "You're such a man sometimes."
Unlike before, Tarzan wears cargo shorts rather than a mere piece of clothes from last time. Professor Porter made it clear that if he was to hang amongst you all, clothes were necessary.
They suited him nicely, even now. The way the material hugs his toned thighs, how his cock bulges through the shorts even when he isn’t hard. You couldn't help but run your hands along his muscular legs, finding his crotch.
He groaned as you palmed him, straining to not thrust his hips up. Tarzan learned to be patient with you, especially in the presence of others. Most animals didn't care whether they mated alone or in their pack. Even if Tarzan was raised by those animals, the thought of others hearing the sounds you make for him is repulsive.
Instead, he has to settle for brushing your hair from your face as you undo his buttons. Delicate fingers unzipping the seam until his half-hard cock sprouts in your face.
It doesn't matter how many times you've seen his dick, it makes your pussy quiver every time. All you can think about is how perfectly it stretches you, how the tip slides against your cunt deliciously. Your mouth salivates at the memory, and you let your spit drool off your tongue to land on his cock.
Tarzan loves the sigh. A pink tongue just hovering over his length. He also remembers the feeling of your hot mouth on him. The way your lips slowly come closer to the crown of his head, how your breath wafts over him. It feels euphoric when you finally make contact with him, mouth enclosing his flushed head.
It's so warm in your mouth, smooth as you lightly suck on him. The hand on your head slightly grips your hair, a sign that he likes the slow pace you've set. You hum around his cock, taking him a little deeper as you widen your jaw.
One of your hands makes way to grip the base, pulling the skin upwards in a stroking motion.
This makes his hips jerk, gagging you for just a split second. Your wide eyes look up at him, small tears peeking at the corners. Tarzan gives an apologetic look, but the sight of your teary eyes and pretty lips around his cock makes him fuck up toward you again.
You pull away from him, earning a whine as Tarzan throws his head back dramatically.
Maybe he thinks you're going to stop as punishment, but it's quite the opposite. Your cunt is sopping from tasting him, even if it was for a brief moment. Even if you have a task at hand, and your camera is still recording for 'research,' you have your own needs to take care of.
Tarzan is none the wiser as you put a hand on his bare chest and lay him down. He eyes you curiously but lets you push him all the way down before hopping on top. His eyes widen as he's faced with your clothed cunt. Underwear the same color as your tongue that holds the strongest smell of you.
He doesn't need any directions as he dives his nose into you. Tarzan is obsessed with your natural smell. His nose immediately grows damp from your wetness, his tongue poking out to lick the juices that leak out.
Softly moaning, you take a hold of his cock once more. You pump it a few times before taking it into your mouth. It's surprising to see that he's not humping in your mouth like normal, but he's so distracted with your pussy that he can't seem to bother noticing his own pleasure.
It's hard to focus on his hard length as his teeth tear off your panties. You gasp when you hear the fabric split, but it turns into a whine when his tongue finally makes contact with your bare cunt.
Tarzan has to grip your hips to keep you still. As much as he would love for you to grind on his face, he needs to have his meal first. His tongue runs over your folds, finding that little bud you love so much to be touched.
He sucks on it and pulls, stretching your clit. Your legs shake and you have to pull away from his cock to catch your breath. Lazy hands stroke his hard-on as you look back. You clench at the sight of his unruly hair peeking above your ass, the sounds his mouth makes as he laps at you.
Turning back to your literal task at hand, you find the energy to take his cock once more. You unhinge your jaw and exhale, taking Tarzan deeper and deeper until your eyes roll back. You hollow your cheeks and suck, moving your head back up until just the tip remains in your mouth, and go all the way back down.
Now Tarzan can feel the bliss of your mouth on him. He moans into your pussy and slightly jerks his hips up, making you gag around him once more.
Feeling you work so hard makes him want to reciprocate. He shakes his head left and right to try and bury himself deeper. He uses his grip to force you further onto his face. Tarzan's tongue finds the squeezing entrance that he's breached so many times. He digs his tongue into you, finally getting a taste of you from the source.
He's guiding your hips so you could drag your pussy against him how you like. Tarzan can feel your hips trying to pull away from him as the feeling of his tongue has gotten too much. And it has.
You're trying to distract yourself by deepthroating him, but it's no use. All you can feel is his experienced mouth, how he remembers every detail he knows you like. You can feel your orgasm approaching, and how it builds in your stomach rapidly.
Tarzan feels your legs shake. Your thighs trembling and giving out, full lower body weight on his face. He can taste how the wetness has changed, thicker and tart. Tarzan knows this taste like the back of his hand. You're going to cum, give him that white cream he loves licking out of you.
You've completely stopped paying attention to his dick. A part of you should feel bad for neglecting him, but you can't seem to care as Tarzan's tongue fucks you. Instead, you find yourself humping his face, his mouth following as you approach your high.
You squeal as you come, clamping a hand over your mouth as you finish. Warm gushes out of you, body quivering as the eager man under you happily drinks it all. Tarzan gulps and slurps until he's beginning dripping from the corners of his mouth.
He takes and takes until you're the one having to tell him no more, that you can't handle another orgasm.
Tarzan hears the desperation in your voice, the way you plead. It takes strength for him to pull away from your pussy, a soft growl emitting from his chest.
Then his thighs wrap around your head, securing you in front of his cock. You have no time to question him as you involuntarily take his cock into your mouth.
There's so much pre-cum dripping from the slit that all you can taste is its saltiness. He's throbbing, fucking his hips into your mouth as he holds you still with his legs.
All you can do is take it. Lips wrapping around his girth as he desperately slides his dick in and out. You gag and silently plead for Tarzan to be gentler, but he's having none of it. Your hands warp around his thighs to steady yourself, your head bobbing uncontrollably to match his movements.
Tarzan twitches in your mouth once, stilling his hips deep into your throat. Tears immediately prick your eyes and fall down your face, and you swear your vision goes black for a fraction of a second before he pulls out. You get the chance to gasp for air as he lines up his cock to your lips again and shoves it back in.
You think you might pass out. You're at the mercy of Tarzan, and he's still unable to see how much stronger he is than the average man. Your mouth is nothing but a fleshlight to him as he makes you choke around him. It makes you feel like a toy, a warm hole for him to fuck his seed into.
And you wouldn't have it any other way.
The familiar twitch in his cock occurs again. Once, twice, then three times before he unloads in your mouth. Hot spurts of his cum find themselves in your throat, forcing you to gulp it down.
Tarzan's hips slow, letting his cock drag against your lips before he finally pulls out. You cough and pant as his orgasm drips from your tongue.
His thighs release you and you promptly plop down on them. You feel his hands rub soothingly over the curve of your ass, up and down your thighs. And an extra apology, Tarzan presses a kiss to your throbbing pussy. You chuckle and kiss his thigh back before sitting up, hoping off his face.
You have to crawl to grab your camera, breathing a sigh of relief to see the red light still shining. You aim the lens at his face as he too sits up. You can see the arousal on his face from eating you out, his swollen lips, and messy hair.
"So," you start. "Tell me, Tarzan, did you like that?"
Tarzan's lips quirk into what you think is a smile before he looks at you directly through the camera.
"Yes."
a/n: holy fuck I dont think y'all know how hard this was. I kinda went all out for the first one so the second one was hard as hell to match lmaooo. I physically and mentally can't do a third installment. this is the final one sowwy
also I added some characters from the film! hopefully you caught that, I made Terk human, Tarzan needed a friend even if it's a fanfic
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Before you go, baby | Dark!Ethan Landry x Afab!Reader
Part 2
Summary: You're going away for college, so before you go, Ethan has a gift for you
Cw: Kinda dark, smut, virginity loss, P in V sex, unprotected sex, creampie, excessive cumming, mentions of pregnancy, kind of manipulative Ethan(?, baby trapping, oral sex (fem receiving), tittie play and sucking
This was it, your time to go, your final chance to say goodbye before you left to college in 3 days, you had to say goodbye to everyone
Specifically your best friend Ethan, who would be the hardest to say goodbye to
"I have to go Ethan, this is my chance" you said happily but also with sadness in your heart
He looked at you through his lashes, hiding something in them
"Come over to my house" he said grabbing your hand.
"Hmmmm, okay, but for what?"
He suggestively nodded his head and you got his cue
"Ethan, you really wanna... Fuck me?"
He nodded his head, his hand going down to your hip
"As a last gift, before I lose my chance" He said bitting his lip
"But Ethan..." You whined and he went into your neck, nudging your jaw with his nose
"Come on, just one time and you can go babe, please?"
"But nothing will change between us right?" He shook his head "Fine, when can I go?"
"Right now, let's go" he said eagerly, you giggled and walked with him
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Between kisses and cute words and whispers, you were tangled with Ethan on his bed
"I do need to tell you, I'm a virgin" you said pushing him away by his chest, that toned chest with his abs and strong arms
"That's okay, I'll be gentle with you baby"
His mouth went on exploring your neck and tits, sucking on them softly but still making you moan while looking into your eyes, a thing he loved to do
"Fuck baby, you got such cute tits" he said jiggling them, you giggled and looked away
"Shut uuuup" you whined
His giggles gave you 10 years more of life
His nose nudged down onto your legs, where he spread them, he was in awe of your pussy, so cute and pink
"Looks delicious, my next meal"
"You're so goofy" you said giggling
"Only for you"
He dived into your pussy, sucking your clit into his mouth, shaking his head while he did so, moaning into your pussy, his eyes rolling back
"Ethan, fuck!" You grabbed his curls, digging him deeper into your pussy
"You've never experienced this have you?" He said licking your pussy
You shook your head "N-no, feels so good"
He smiled before going back to eating you out
His hips kept rutting into his bed, trying to relieve his aching boner, he was so turned on from eating your pussy
"Fuck Ethan, fuck me please"
He kissed your mound, then your belly pudge, then between your boobs, then your chest and then your lips, deep and slow
"I need to fuck you so bad baby"
You should've known
"Fuck baby, need to feel your warmth" he said whimpering into your ear, rubbing his wet dick around your entrance
You should've known
"Yes, yes, fuck me please"
But you were so turned on, lost in the feeling
"Fuck, so warm and tight"
You were a virgin, of course you never used birth control, why?
"Fuck baby, keep sucking me in like that, fuck gonna fucking cum soon"
"Ethan, please!"
And he knew and took advantage of that
"Fuck you feel so good baby, so warm around me I'm gonna bust"
"Please fill me up"
And he knew you would back to him when you knew
"I'm so close baby, so so close, gonna cum inside you baby, gonna breed you baby"
And then you would be all his'
"Oh fuck baby, I'm cumming fuck I'm cumming so much baby, I've never cummed this much. It's fucking dripping out of you"
All his'
Some months later...
You dropped the pregnancy test on the floor, it was a positive
And you knew who the father was...
"Hello?"
"Ethan..." You sobbed "I'm pregnant..."
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the after party
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summary: 1 month after the breakup you go to a frat party with your best friend. of course it’s harry’s frat.
warnings: smut, p in v, dirty talk, kinda public sex (car), degradation, MANIPULATION! cursing, TOXIC love bombing, alcohol. 18+
song inspo: ✧˖°.
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“please don’t make me go” i groan. my best friend, y/bsf/n, is running around my room trying to find a cute dress and heels for me to wear.
“shut the hell up y/n you’re going” she rolls her eyes and continues shuffling through my closet. i sigh in defeat and lay down on my bed. maybe if i play dead…
“oh my gosh this is perfect! harry is going to lose his shit when he sees this!” she squeals and pulls out my navy blue, satin, mini dress. i had bought it for harry and i’s 2 year anniversary, but obviously we didn’t make it there.
“no. i’m not wearing that.” i roll my eyes and shake my head at my best friend. “plus im not trying to make harry jealous or upset. this isn’t about him.”
“ugh! come on y/n! you have got to move on! it’s already been a month. besides, i know you want to get laid… this could be your opportunity!” she smiles and tosses me the dress while walking back to the closet to find me some heels.
i sigh and look down at the dress on my lap. it is really pretty i have to admit it. the dress has little sequin details and is strapless.
“cmon y/n you know this is important to me! we can’t miss a party like this. especially this one.” she smiles and tosses me matching navy blue heels.
y/bsf/n is right… this is THE party. every year harry’s frat throws a big blow out party right after we get out for spring break. everyone goes and tries to get in… but usually only people that know the frat get in.
“i’m just worried. what if it’s awkward when i see him? the last time i saw harry was 3 weeks ago and we didn’t even make eye contact.”
“babe don’t worry! you guys didn’t end on bad terms there’s no reason for it to be awkward. just be yourself and talk to people.” she gives me an encouraging smile and walks to the bathroom to do her makeup so i can get dressed.
one night out couldn’t hurt…. could it?
✧˖°.
we arrived at the party at 10:30. it was the perfect time to go to a frat party. everyone was already there and drunk. seeing as this is the biggest frat on campus and the most anticipated day of the year for most guys, it was packed to the brim.
as soon as the door opens we are met with hundreds of people crammed in the large house. there’s music playing loudly and music booming throughout the room. i despise frat guys. it all seems like one big cult to me. so why did i date one for two years? good question. i have no fucking idea.
we walk through the familiar large house together. there’s bottles, bags, and trash scattered across the floor. people are dancing, making out, and drinking.
ugh kill me now.
it’s so dirty. i carefully step over broken bottles in my stiletto heels. usually for frat parties i would just wear a jean miniskirt and a cute top, but tonight was different. it was like prom for college students.
y/bsf/n has already run off to find her current boyfriend, zayn. he’s one of harry’s good friends.
ugh. harry.
the nagging in my stomach and anxiety in my mind was slowly creeping up on me. harry and i hadn’t ended on the most amazing terms but we hadn’t ended badly either.
it’s a weird situation.
harry and i have a bit of a toxic cycle we like to go through. every couple of months harry gets distracted or bored so he dumps me. then about a month later he comes crawling back begging for me to take him back because he ‘loves me’. it’s not all his fault, no matter how many times this has happened, i go back to him each time.
my eyes are eagerly scanning the room. maybe it’s in hopes of seeing the curly headed boy. maybe it’s dread of seeing him. either way i just wanted to get this long night over with so i could lay in bed depressed about the break up.
usually when i come to frat parties i would make a b-line to the couches where all the frat members and their significant others sit and drink. wouldn’t it be weird if i did that now though?
however, it’s only been 10 minutes and my feet hurt like a bitch. i need those couches.
i make my way past the dance area and bar towards the living room.
there, i see y/bsf/n and zayn talking and drinking, as well as our other friends talking, but no harry.
my eyes scan the large room quickly but i see no sign of him.
“hi petal”
my heart stops. harry.
i would recognize his deep voice anywhere. my breathing catches in my throat as i turn around to see him.
there he is… harry. after 3 weeks of no contact and trying to get over him, it all hit me like a bus again.
“hey”
“you look-” harry stops and looks down at my dress. “really fucking perfect”
blush instantly paints my cheeks as he compliments me.
fuck fuck fuck! no don’t fall for his bullshi-
“seriously… this dress- fuck.” harry smirks and carefully lets his hands rest on my hips.
“harry…”
“hm?”
“don’t.” i push his hands off my sides and take a step back from the oh so tempting man in front of me.
“don’t what?” he smiles at me innocently and steps towards me again.
no y/n. NO.
i’ve worked so hard over the last 3 weeks to forget him and move on… if i gave in all of that would go to shit and i’d be right back where i started… desperately in love with harry.
“i’ve missed you so much” harry leans down and whispers in my ear, his cheek brushing mine.
“well that’s too bad” i roll my eyes and avoid eye contact with him.
“cmon petal look at me.” harry grabs my chin gently and moves my head to look at him. reluctantly i sigh and look at harry. his piercing green eyes meet mine and it all comes back to me.
“what do you want harry?” i ask while looking into his eyes.
“you.” harry smiles and nudges my nose with his. his ring adorning fingers make their way from my chin across my face. harry holds my jaw and cheek gently.
“well that’s too bad. you had me and you fucked that up.”
“i know i did… im so sorry y/n.” harry looks into my eyes innocently and caresses my face carefully.
suddenly the room feels 10x hotter and my dress feels so constricting. i needed to get away from harry.
i step away from harry and walk out towards the large main room. people are everywhere, so it’s not hard to escape from him.
“y/n wait-”
i ignore harry and continue walking. my body carefully brushes past people as i maneuver my way through the dancing and drinking. my eyes spot the large front doors and i sigh in relief.
without hesitation i push myself through the front door and walk out onto the large lawn. the cold air instantly hits my body and i feel a huge relief run over me.
there’s still a line of people trying to get into the dumb frat party. i pass them and head down the street. the street is almost empty… it has to be at least 12:00 right now so it’s not surprising the streets are clear.
my feet mindlessly make their way down the sidewalk towards the familiar park. seeing the big empty park ahead of me brings a smile to my face.
i walk into the park and make my way over towards one of the benches. it’s as beautiful as i remember it. the large trees cover the sky making it look dark and eerie. the only light being the small lampposts that line the path.
my body finally relaxes when i sink back against the chair and let out a breath i didn’t even realize i was holding in.
however, that peace is ruined when i hear the familiar roar of a certain someone’s car.
“y/n! what the hell?!” the car shuts off and i hear the crunching of footsteps make their way towards me.
i don’t look up at him and instead continue looking down at the ground. harry steps in front of me and squats down so he’s in my eye line.
“why’d you run away petal?” he asks while looking at me from where he’s squatting.
“it was hot in there.” i roll my eyes and lean back against the bench. “did you follow me? that’s creepy”
“i didn’t follow you.” harry shakes his head with a smirk. “i just knew you would be here. you would come to this damn park after every argument we had.”
fuck. he looks so beautiful like this.
the moonlight was peaking through the tops of the trees carefully painting his face. harry stands up from where he was sitting and plops onto the bench next to me.
“why did you come after me? you should’ve stayed at your party.”
“because i love you.”
there it is.
i don’t respond at first. my eyes continuing to make their way throughout the park, in a desperate search for escaping this.
i wanted nothing more than to scream and yell at harry. i wanted to hurt him because he hurt me, but the fact was i couldn’t. i could never yell at harry… i love him just as much as he loves me, probably even more.
“don’t say that.” i glare at harry and then look away quickly.
“why not? you love me too. we both know it’s true.”
yeah. he’s right. it fucking pains me to say… but harry is right.
i loved harry more than anything and anyone on the planet. him simply existing made me more madly in love with him every single day.
“cmon petal… come back to me. you know i love you.” harry whispers into my ear and kisses my cheek.
goosebumps fill my skin as his soft lips trace my cheek. harry’s warm breath danced across my skin making my heart flutter.
“harry stop it. you can’t do this.” i put my hand on his cheek and push him away from my face gently. “you always do this! you break up with me and then come back trying to hook up a few weeks later."
harry pushes out his bottom lip playfully and puts his hand on my waist.
“please baby? i miss you so much. i was so stupid i'm sorry.” he whispers and wraps his arm around my waist. the internal conflict starts swirling through my brain.
on one hand i know that harry just wants to fuck and then date for a few months before dumping me. however, on the other hand, i want nothing more than to jump on him and forget we ever had a fight in the first place.
harry can sense my temptation because he grabs my hips and pulls me towards him so i’m sitting comfortably on his lap.
“see? we can have our own little after party.” harry smirks kisses me right below the jaw.
i know i should shove him away and run, but i REALLY don’t want to.
harry puts one hand on hip and the other holds my jaw tightly. the cool of his rings against my flushed skin makes shivers run down my spine. he pulls me against him more so our lips aren’t more than few centimeters apart.
fuck it
i grab harry’s face and pull him to me. the second our lips touch my entire body erupts and i feel the love i have for harry rush back to me. i feel harry’s cocky smirk against my lips last only for a second before he’s pushing his tongue into my mouth.
the kiss is intense, three weeks of pent up anger and frustration sits in my stomach as i run my hands through his curls.
harry holds my jaw tightly while kissing me thoroughly. i tug lightly on harry’s curls resulting in him releasing a whimper.
i move my hips forwards so i’m sitting right over harry’s prominent bulge. harry lets out a breathy moan and kisses my neck.
“h-harry” i sigh and wrap my arms around his neck.
“hm?” he doesn’t bother pulling away from my neck, instead biting my shoulder softly. i moan and press my core against harry in a desperate search for release. harry smirks and kisses my collarbone. “so fucking needy petal. thought you hated me?”
i roll my eye my eyes and lean into harry’s kisses. as much as i hate to admit it, it feels so fucking good to have him kiss me like this.
“just shut up and take me to your car curly."
“as you wish.” harry grins and scoops me up. my legs are wrapped around his hips for stability.
harry quickly walks down the path and towards his truck. we get situated in the backseat of his car quickly. im laying on my back on the seat as harry slams the door and crawls over my body.
in no time harry’s pants are off and my dress is hiked up to my waist with the top of it pulled down to expose my tits.
harry grabs my thighs pushing them open and looks down with a strained facial expression. he moves his head down towards the spot between my legs but i stop him.
“don’t harry. just fuck me already i need it.” i whine and wrap my legs around his hips.
harry chuckles and pulls my panties down my legs. “see? so fucking needy. such a pretty little slut hm? i missed you.” he kisses my neck hiking my hips up to rest on his thighs.
i moan softly as harry presses the head of his cock against my folds. harry, being harry, has to tease me before he can do anything. “so fucking wet. s’ pathetic baby. i haven’t even touched you properly yet and your little panties are soaked to the core."
harry runs his tip from the bottom of my slit to my throbbing clit. i whine and buck my hips up to get some sort of relief from harry. he grabs my hips and holds them down.
“shh need to make sure your little pussy can take me baby. i haven’t filled you up in so long. might not be able to fit it all.” harry smirks and nudges the tip of his cock in my sopping hole.
“stop it h! just hurry up and fuck me!” i whine and try pressing my hips up but harry’s strong hands are holding them down against the leather seats of his car. harry continues teasing me by slowly inching his cock in.
“yeah? okay baby i’ll stop teasing you.” harry punctuates the end of his sentence by bucking his hips up into me pushing his cock to the hilt. i groan and grab harry’s hair tightly as he fucks up into me.
harry is quickly in a rhythm of fucking me hard. the sounds of his hips hitting mine and breathy moans from the both of us are the only thing heard in the tiny confines of the car.
“harry need more please.” i groan and wrap my arms around harry's neck as he fucks me harder.
“do you have any idea how much i missed you? your little pussy does fucking wonders on me i swear- ” he lets out a muffled groan while he pushes his face into the crook of my neck.
i try to ignore it… but i can’t. the flutter in my heart grows as i look at harry who’s busy keeping the pace of his hips steady. he has no idea how much i love him.
“how are you this damn tight? it’s like i’m fucking you for the first time all over again. gonna have to loosen up this sweet thing all over again.” harry moans while increasing the speed of his hips. his pelvic bone hits my clit perfectly and i buck my hips up in desperate search for stimulation.
“yeah? my baby needs me to play with her little button, hm?” harry smirks and snakes his hand from my jaw to rub tight circles on my clit.
the stimulation from harry’s thick cock fucking me deeply and his rough fingers playing with my sensitive spot, i feel my orgasm approach quickly.
“harry!” i gasp as he deepens his thrusts pushing all the way to the hilt.
“cmon petal cum for me. i can feel you clenching. milk my cock.” he squeezes my hips and continues thrusting into my warmth relentlessly.
i’m too fucked out to even respond. i just sit there and let harry continue the sweet assault on my pussy.
“oh that’s it cum for me baby.” harry groans as i cum around his cock. he looks down at our adjoined body and watches the milky ring of my cum sit at the base of his cock.
harry thrusts a few more times before pulling out and releasing his cum across my chest.
we both lay there and harry grabs his shirt wiping up the mess between my thighs and on my carefully. i sigh and sit up slowly pulling my dress up to cover my top again. the guilt of what i just did slowly starts creeping up on me.
“harry-"
“don’t baby just let me love you okay? i’m sorry for everything. i love you.” harry kisses my cheek and fixes his pants.
i pause for a moment thinking about everything that just happened but reluctantly i nod. “okay… i love you too."
the cycle always repeats itself and i let it
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we love some toxic harry
-xoxo ⋆⭒˚.⋆
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Messed Up - T.Nott
Summary - Theo cheats and doesn't realize how bad he messed up until it's too late.
Pairings - former Theo x Reader, Draco x Reader
Warnings - Female reader, use of Y/N, profanity, cheating, jealousy,
Based on a request by an anon
Author's Note - I'm slowly but surely working through all of my requests, I only have 4 more to complete before I get back to working on my Theo series and my Snape series.
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She had an idea that he had been cheating but it wasn’t confirmed until she ended up catching him in the act. It was late, she had been stuck in the library all day studying, finally able to go back to her dorm and sleep. Except she hadn’t expected to find her boyfriend in bed with her best friend. She was shocked, her jaw dropping, tears springing in her eyes, her heart in her stomach.
“Theo?” She called his name tearfully.
The two stopped and turned to look at her, Theo’s face full of regret, the only regret he felt was getting caught. Her best friend however, had started to cry.
“Y/N! I’m so sorry! You knew I liked him before you guys got together!” She cried.
“Get out, both of you.”
“Let’s talk about this, we can work through this. I love you!” Theo begged.
“You love me but you fuck my best friend! Get the fuck out of here before I kill you!” Y/N yelled at him, “And you, Pansy, you better go with him because I won’t be as soft as I will be on him.” With her last statement the two of them scrambled to get up and rush to the boys dorms. Only then did she feel the betrayal and hurt caused by two of the people she trusted the most.
The next day it was obvious to the other students as to what happened, her eyes were red and puffy and Theo and Pansy were together like nothing had ever happened. All of their mutual friends backed her and inevitably stopped talking to Pansy and Theo.
Her greatest comfort was Draco, he was there for her every step of the way, her good days and especially her bad. She was afraid to trust people after the incident, but she always felt like she could trust Draco. Maybe it was the fact that they grew up together or maybe it was the fact that he could show her the true Draco and not the facade that he put up.
As the two grew closer and closer, Theo got angrier and angrier. He was snapping at everybody, especially Pansy. Not only had he lost the girl that loved him wholeheartedly but he lost all of his friends. All for a quick fuck, the same one he lost everything to.
“What is going on with you? You’re acting like a bloody asshole,” Pansy yelled at him after he snapped at her during dinner one night. All of the chatter in the great hall ceased, all eyes on them.
“You’re a bitch, that’s why! I had everything until I fucked you! I had a girl that loved me and I had friends that cared about me! Now I don’t have that, all because of you!” Theo screamed back. Before Pansy could retaliate, Snape was standing behind the pair of them.
“Before you two continue your lovers quarrel, 20 points will be taken from both of you and a week's detention with me. I suggest you continue this fight elsewhere,” Snape droned to them.
“Stay away from me Pansy, I mean it. You fucked up my life,” Theo said before storming off to his room. Pansy chased after him but she wasn’t fast enough, her legs working overtime to catch up with him.
In the Great Hall, Dumbledore was quick to restore the chatty environment, everyone gossiping about what they had just witnessed. It had only been 2 months and it was obvious to everybody that it was a lustful relationship rather than one of love.
“I knew that wasn’t gonna last long,” Y/N giggled under her breath. Her comment made Draco chuckle.
“He cared more about getting laid than the wonderful girl he had before,” Draco added, which made her face get hot.
“Oh shut up, I’m not a wonderful person.”
“You are though, but good try.”
The next day it had seemed everyone had forgotten about the lovers quarrel. The new talk of the castle was the new couple, Draco Malfoy and Y/N Y/L/N. Theo was furious when he first saw them but then he noticed how happy she looked. She wore a bright smile, one he had never seen before and her eyes were shining brighter than ever. She was practically glowing and there he was sulking over what he had lost. Only then did he realize that he had greatly messed up and there was no chance to fix it anymore.
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Fem!reader Isekai in Lookism ?
Anon, so sorry I'm answering this exactly 3 months later. You're my last request from May and I was soooo close to deleting it because I have had exactly zero ideas. Then I got partly inspired by @honeyhotteok fic here and now I'm running on less than 3hrs sleep in work and it's your fault. Oh yeah, and I've completely twisted the ask as well. It's not even close. So all that wait was for nothing 🙇🏻♀️
Adventures of YOUR part time job in the Lookismverse
G/N. You work the graveyard shift in a convenience store. You meet bizarre characters on different nights. Part 2
There's something wrong with people your age these days.
Everyone seems to be either in a gang or up to some shady shit. Seriously what is going on. Is this all a big joke that only you aren't in on?
Just the other day you swear you saw a group of guys in boiler suits punch through some walls across the street. Like what the fuck? What did the wall ever do to you? And then someone apparently called Tabasco starts chanting something about Burn Knuckles and oh my fucking god it's 11pm please shut up.
Oh course you never said that, you still have some sense of self preservation.
And how does anyone even have the time for all this. Between school and this part time job, you barely have enough hours to sleep.
You miss Daniel, the coworker who you haven't seen for a good year but used to gossip into the early morning with. He always seemed a bit nervous and fidgety when you voiced your concerns and observations, but you just assumed he was a nervous and fidgety kinda guy.
There would have been some fun stories to share. Instead now you work the graveyard shift on your own.
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Case in point, the guy standing in front of you looks like one bad conversation away from a mental breakdown.
And really you're not in the habit of checking out customers but he cuts a striking figure. Every exposed inch of skin besides his face inked, and (you silently ask for his forgiveness for the objectification) the biggest chest you have ever seen. What even is this guy eating? What is this guy injecting? Lifting?
The question is almost out of your mouth but then you see the look in his eyes and slam your lips shut.
Nevermind. You ring his purchases through and tell him to have a good night.
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You're restocking the shelves when you notice a guy with a scar across his lip and nose, dripping blood from god knows where all over your freshly mopped floor.
Which is alarming in itself but come on man. Look at the floors. You're making it so fucking gross.
He notices you watching him, gives you an apologetic look and says he'll take care of it.
He makes a quick call and in comes 26 guys, one after the other and they line up in front of him.
You know it's exactly 26 because you counted all 26. And you've also watched all 26 pairs of dirty shoes trample over your previously nice clean floor.
The blood drippy guy asks politely for the mop and bucket and you think this must be some sort of prank because why the hell is this even necessary. 26 guys to share your one solitary mop and bucket and to clean a goddamn floor that you managed in 10 minutes.
"Get out." He blinks at you, taken aback by your tone. "Or I'm calling the police."
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"You can bring your pups in!" You call out to the emo teen lurking outside.
Health and safety be damned because look how fucking cute these dogs are!
He hesitates but then the rain grows heavier and all three rush in.
You miss the suspicious glance he gives you, too fixated on how adorable the dogs are. You don't even mind their wet fur or muddy paws because look at these little babies!
And huh, this guy must really love them too with his, you squint, God? Dog? hoodie on. D'aww that's so stinking sweet.
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Damnit, you knew these two would be trouble the moment they stepped foot into your store.
The tall blonde just gives off a distinct creepy vibe and the shorter one has his entire eyebrows shaved off.
Shaved. Off.
You couldn't help but stare when you put their purchases through and noticed some regrowth and stubble. Is this a trend you missed out on? Either way you're glad because there's no way you're shaving off your own eyebrows.
They converse in Japanese, not even saying a word to you. No thanks or anything, which is fine you suppose. But then they pay you in fucking yen.
They're out the door by the time you see the cash and fuck. Your boss is going to go apeshit when he finds out.
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"What do you think, sweetheart?"
A new blonde guy addresses you tonight and for crying out loud, you just want a quiet shift.
What do you think of his white suit? With the garish LV logos? That it's tacky as fuck. That anyone with any sort of taste would never ever wear that. You keep your actual thoughts to yourself and instead just say it's fine.
That does nothing to subdue the blonde. He does stop talking to you though, and just mutters bitterly under his breath. You catch the words blind and tasteless.
His partner smirks at your response.
And isn't that a whole other kettle of fish because it's currently 2am and you're indoors and who the hell wears sunglasses right now. You think he's a douche of the highest calibre.
The smirk is wiped from his face when he asks for cigarettes and you ask for ID. He doesn't have it on him.
"No can do. No ID, no sale."
He leans aggressively into your space, and reveals his eyes peering over his sunglasses.
My god, what is up with this duo? One with the tacky suit, and this one with the ugly black contact lenses.
You don't budge and the guy is dragged out by the blonde cackling.
Ugh. That laugh gives you a headache for the rest of your shift.
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You really wish customers would stop involving you in their conversation.
This one, who looks exactly like how you would imagine a SoundCloud rapper that has their mother following them and no one else, asks you to listen to his music.
He insists that he's good as the blonde girl rolls her eyes.
You listen to about 10 seconds and make up your mind.
He's wrong. He's very wrong. You want to suggest he gets checked out at the doctor because clearly his ears aren't working properly.
Instead, you mention you like Duke Pyeon, he's more your taste. Has he heard of him? It's the wrong thing to say though because this guy looks angrier than you've ever seen anyone.
"Don't start Vin, I've seen you listening to his music." The girl scoffs.
'Vin' shouts in indignation and storms off with his friend trailing closely behind.
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"Can I help?" You ask with your customer service voice and customer service smile.
He has been standing in front of the hair dyes for a good ten minutes as his friend looks increasingly bored and you can't blame him.
"No thanks, I'm just browsing," he responds and you tell him you'll be just over there if he needs anything.
You kill some time playing on your phone, look up, and both of them are still in the exact same spot.
The one with the H on his neck looks about ready to tear his hair out.
"Come on bro, just pick one!"
"No Warren, this is important. I need it to suit my new aesthetics."
You shrug and return back to your kitty kat restaurant game.
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"Cool glasses," you tell the guy walking around the store and he looks affronted at first before realising you're being sincere and gives you a small smile instead.
You wonder if you can pull off orange tinted glasses too or whether you'd just look like an idiot. It's probably the latter you decide when you ring up his energy drinks.
"I'm a boxer," he offers, as if you're judging the amount of caffeine he's going to slam down.
"Ok?"
"I need it for my training."
"Sure."
You've seen weirder purchases and weirder combinations. The people coming in looking frantic and buying a single plunger or pack of toilet paper never fails to make you chuckle.
To be honest the amount he's buying is a bit nuts, and you wonder if he's going to drink it all in one go. You probably wouldn't sleep for a year if it was you.
"Enjoy your training," you say, heaving and handing over the bag of 19 cans.
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A mute blonde gestures at you
You try to use some sign language, but he looks at you as if you're crazy. At least you think he does but you can't see his eyes.
Somehow you're able to decipher he's lost his dogs. Four. Golden retrievers. And he asks if you have seen them.
(Huh. Do you have telepathy? Do you have the gift?)
You tell him no and he sprints out.
You spend the rest of your shift trying to move things with your newly discovered psychic powers.
Spoiler: you have zero powers. Zilch.
.
.
You think you might be having a stroke.
Because on what planet did this K-pop idol think the disguise would work. Cap and mask on but tufts of pink hair poking out and dressed completely in white.
It's like he's asking for attention and for people to ooh and aah over who that could be.
As he leaves, you shout that you can't wait for his next album. He turns around in complete shock that you recognised him, as if you solved the world's hardest puzzle.
It's a good job that DG has such a pretty face because what an idiot.
.
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You hear two voices mention the words Daniel Park and your ears perk up, wondering if it's about your old colleague.
Nah. You're just being silly. It's not an uncommon name at all and too much of a coincidence.
"I haven't seen Daniel in ages! Have you heard from him, Zoe?"
"No," you see her friend shake her head from the corner of your eye.
The brown haired girl tilts her head in thought, "I wonder how Zack is doing too. I haven't seen him in so long."
"Ohhh~ you miss him!"
"O-of course I do! He's a friend!" She blushes bright red and you chuckle to yourself.
'Friend', sure.
For the rest of the shift, you reminisce about how you used to tiptoe around your feelings with your boyfriend, Taehoon, too.
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TITLE: Venom Eater
SUMMARY: Moving on proves its challenges. Not everyone has the ability to accept that what happened, happened - and what was, was. So as you try to lead a new life, single and trying to heal, the journey proves to be far from easy. It’s worse than difficult and more painful than what you could’ve imagined. The only comforting source is that what will be, will be. And there’s no changing that.
WARNING: minors DNI with this post or my blog. I create NSFW SKZ related content and I know I won’t be able to regulate/monitor every potential interaction with those posts so please do not engage with me, my work, or page whatsoever.
TAGS: mentions of breakups, exes, angst, arguments, swearing, smut, slices of life here and there, alcohol (Jisung is drunk but there isn’t much detail on it), confrontation.
WC: 6K+
TAGLIST: @emikisses @linos-kitten @chansbabygirlsstuff @lixiespick @frogieeheart @/fuckthinking @nimx9 @/shishou1687 @inniescandy-01 @konstanceee @/rose13255 @queenmea604
Venom Biter (Part 1) | MASTERLIST
A/N: the long-awaited part 2 to Venom Biter! This was originally meant to be longer but I decided that I wanted to flesh out the plot a little bit more so things will get worse and or better who knows…
There’s never a grey area about what people do after a terrible breakup. It’s always black and white. Whether someone cuts their hair, dyes it, alters their aesthetic, or goes on holiday to escape the reality.
The gym can make for the perfect best friend to subtly take revenge on someone a person once had.
But your new best friend was Tinder. A platform of opportunities to explore and select at your perusal. Providing you with gorgeous men who were looking to fuck and nothing more than that. If Tinder wasn’t the buzz for you that night, it would be going out with friends - friends that didn’t include ones that you made through Minho.
These ones’ you would only see about once every three months then band together again as if nothing has changed in the space between. It’s not awkward when you’re around them and so far, it has taken your mind off the past two months. Since then, your connection with Minho has been one of which where-
“God fuck I’m cumming!”
Minho knows he is too when his eyes screwed shut, laying back as he lets you use his cock, “shit, so am I,” he breathes out, watching you roll your hips in a frantic craze to get yourself over the edge. You miss this.
The way that you squeeze around him is the final straw that breaks the camel's back. Minho swears towards the ceiling, back arching as his dick glides in deeper. Within a couple of seconds, his vision flashes just as white as your insides that he fills.
The top half of your body flops forward onto his chest, spent from the past fifteen minutes that you’ve been riding him non-stop. Now it’s almost possible to hear the rapid thumping of his heartbeat that violently bashes from within. Not wanting to stay in that position for any longer, you peel yourself back, hopping off his body.
“I need you out by seven,” you declare, picking up his sweatpants and t-shirt from the floor and then throwing them right at him.
Minho grumbles but doesn’t flinch, “seven? Fucking hell.”
“Well, I have to go to work so you’re not staying.”
“I figured that,” he fusses before sitting up. “At least let me use your gym here.”
You pause for a second to look at him, wondering where he gets his audacity from sometimes, “fine.”
“Thank you,” he replies then starts donning his clothes as you make your way to the bathroom for a hot shower.
This is what it’s been like for a while now - a pernicious seesaw effect of meeting up with Minho, sleeping with him (usually in the mornings), and going about your day as if he wasn’t in your guts twenty minutes ago.
It’s always a good feeling in the moment but after, there’s a lingering icky weight that you’re tirelessly towing along with you wherever you go. You’re not sure if Minho feels the same because even though you’ve talked to him a few times, there’s no talk of each other's feelings anymore. It’s not that neither of you are ready for that looming and tender conversation. It’s just as if there’s no point.
By the time you were out of the shower, Minho was still on the edge of your bed, fully clothed and ready to leave.
“I’m not making you breakfast,” you say to him, wrapping the towel around your body a little tighter.
“Don’t worry, I wasn’t expecting you to,” he responds. “I need to talk to you about something.”
“Can it wait until the end of the day, because I need to get ready for work.”
He groans, getting fed up, “surely you can get ready and listen at the same time.”
You rustle through your drawers for a pair of underwear and bra, “to other people maybe.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“If you want to use the gym, go now,” you instruct sternly, hoping that he’ll just disappear.
When he detects that he can’t get through to you right now, he gives up. It’s too early to argue, so places his hand on the door handle, opening it for himself to leave and head down to the first floor, leaving you to prepare for another day’s work in peace.
After a quick breakfast, getting dressed and decent, you grab your bags and depart. On your way out, you spot Minho using the weights while you dart past the foyer, briefly thinking about how the time to cut him off is fast approaching.
You can’t keep doing this. There’s no way to move on if you’re both still latched onto each other's ankles like how kids are with their parents. That need for one another is still present.
“Who even am I when I’m not with you?” Minho asked you two weeks into sleeping with him again after breaking up. His comment sums up the reason of ‘why you decide to keep running back to each other’.
It’s not a hard statement to understand. You’ve been with Minho for a long time, you’re both still young and haven’t dated anyone else except between yourselves. It’s like being a dog that was never socialised as a puppy, unable to interact with others because it’s not sure how.
Suppose it’s the fear and anxiety that comes with separating from your favourite person.
The world and society have become scarier than it previously was and life is not as secure when you’re not with the person who can shield you from those things. There’s no comfort, only pure vulnerability, and what better way to feel protected than to return to a lover even when there’s nothing but a feeble spark that’s left over from what was once a blazing forest fire.
Seungmin challenges that particular view of yours at dinner with Felix as well after a long day at work. He wanted to see where you were coming from but also because he’s there to force feed you the icy, sobering truth when you don’t want to hear it.
“If there’s no romance, what’s the point of going back to each other?” he asks.
“They were dating for years Seungmin, you don’t just get over someone that quickly,” Felix responds instead like he was the one being offended.
Dissimilar to Seungmin, Lix will let you down gently and is afraid to hurt you with the sharp use of words that can be sometimes.
“Supposedly,” you mutter to yourself knowing full well how fast it was for Minho to just go ahead and fuck someone else after you had broken up.
“Do you still love him?” Seungmin questions swiftly.
“No,” you respond promptly.
“If there was an opportunity to get back together with him, would you go for it?”
“No,” you answer again. “I couldn’t.”
Felix blinks, not expecting that answer, “well…then…”
“Then stop seeing him if you know what’s good for you,” Seungmin continues. “Those icky feelings that you get after sleeping with him - not good. That’s the regret you’re experiencing and it’ll never feel any better.”
There’s no crack or fault in his advice. Had you not dished out the truth about the details of your messy breakup before and after, you would’ve still been glued to the same spot. It’s important to have someone humble you, and there’s no better person to do that than Seungmin.
“Just keep thinking about it, okay? On another note, Hyunjin’s coming back from France next week so we’re having a dinner and drinks,” Seungmin mentions.
Your mind briefly departs from the subject of your ex, “is he? Has it really been that long?”
“Yeah,” Felix replies, also surprised. “You’re coming right? We’re going to have a few drinks too, and catch up.”
“What time?” You ask.
“Around six,” Seungmin answers. “Does Minho know?”
“Not that I’m aware of,” you shrug, the thought of him returning to your mind once again. “I don’t know if he’d have any interest in going since they’re not friends anymore.”
Felix recalls that factor, “that’s right. But, if the rest of us are going to be there, we should invite him too, no? Unless it’s too difficult for y-”
“It won’t be difficult,” you reply, punctuating the rest of Felix’s sentence a little too quickly. “He and I can get along for about…ten minutes before things go sour. Plus, I don’t mind not going if he wants to. I can always catch up with Hyunjin another day.”
“You’re our friend too, remember? Don’t let your asshole of an ex-boyfriend stop you from seeing us. You broke up with him, not us,” Seungmin sends you a powerful reminder. “I’ll have a chat with him so that you don’t have to.”
He has a full understanding that if you and Minho were to attempt another civil conversation, it’ll go haywire and lead to more regret that you don’t need to be feeling right now. It just goes to prove that he’s beyond correct to even assume that fact.
The minute you both try to convey how or what it is that you’re both feeling, tensions boil over. For some reason that tension is only resolved by being bent over the nearest surface and fucking it out together.
It’s not healthy.
You go to remind Minho of what he did to you which he hates hearing, not because he denies it but because he does truly feel guilty. His only saving grace to that argument was that you had both technically broken up, meaning there were no ties to one another afterwards. Still, he missed the point of the fact that he hurt you as a result of those actions. It was too fresh to have done that to you.
Even when he recognised that factor, it was hard for him to accept that he actually caused you some form of irreversible emotional harm
However, Seungmin was right in the fact that you broke up with Minho and not your friend which enabled you to leave that dinner feeling a bit better and with a clearer judgement about going forward with a decision to cut all ties with Minho. It wasn’t something to look forward to.
But what was, is the dinner in the upcoming week. It’s the prime opportunity to see everyone again for the first time in over a month.
Despite your collection of text messages and calls from the likes of Chan, Jisung, Changbin and others, it was hard to associate yourselves with them in fear that all they’ll do is unintentionally remind you of Minho. It was the same way he felt when he was clearing out his house - not wanting to be around anyone or anything that would refresh his memory of you.
Now, all you want to do is move on.
Work had a helping hand in that process. Having been so busy with things piling up, your mind was free from Minho during the day. You were able to focus on tasks instead of wallowing and thinking about whether or not to give him a second chance
If it weren’t for Seungmin texting you the details of the upcoming dinner, work-life would’ve swallowed you up whole and made you forget.
From Minnie: 6 pm we’re meeting up, Also, just a heads up, Minho said he’s coming. Take it with a grain of salt though bc he might change his mind.
To Minnie: Thank you :)
You inhale a breath of fresh air. Going to this dinner was necessary whether it was going to be difficult or not. The presence of Minho wasn’t going to stop you from seeing your friends, and with that, you decide to get ready and head straight to the venue.
The restaurant has a separate open area for functions and tables people can book out. The dim golden lighting brings a warm and cosy vibe to the venue, coupled with a beautiful earthy aroma from reed diffusers distributed around the place and the smell of promised good food. It’s a relatively fancy setting, but not to a degree where you would be denied entry if you didn’t meet a dress code.
As you walk further down, you can already see Chan and Jisung chatting up a storm in the corner while they wait for the others. It’s a relief that not many people have made it so far in order to keep as low of a profile as possible and to not draw attention to yourself. However, little by little, they will definitely notice you’re there.
Jisung is the first to spot you, his jaw becomes unhinged as he drags himself out of the booth, speeds over with his face lit up, and throws his arms around you in a bone crushing hug. He nearly squeezes and shifts all of your organs out of place.
“Do you know how much I’ve missed you?” he exclaims loudly in your ear.
Chan laughs in the distance at his best friend's behaviour, “let her breathe Jisung.”
He releases your body for a rush of oxygen to surge back to your brain, “sorry, I just can’t help the fact that I haven’t seen you in a month!”
“You Facetimed me Jisung,” reminding him of that one and only time you accepted him reaching out to you to see if you were okay.
“That’s completely different, anyway sit down,” he offers. “I’ll get you a drink.”
Without wanting to hear any protest from you, Jisung darts off to the bar nearby, ordering a beverage or two. Chan then waves out, ushering you to come and sit before you walk towards the booth.
“If I had gone another week without seeing you, I’d probably start to forget what you look like,” Chan jokes, patting his hand down on the space of cushion beside him for you to sit.
“That wouldn’t be such a bad thing,” you respond.
The second you’re seated, you can already feel Chan’s mind trying to intrude yours. There’s no point in lying to him when he’s akin to one of those Occlumens from Harry Potter, an all knowing person who can hear every one of your thoughts at will. Regardless of the fact that he’s not, it’s his parental nature which exudes that.
“Going okay?” He asks you.
You take a deep breath in and sigh out, “I could be worse.”
“You’re still here though,” he responds wisely. “And so are we.”
Chan never wanted to ask why you never told them or came to them when you first broke up with Minho. They all had to find out through one another then needed to text or ring you to confirm that it was actually real. However, they all knew that you must’ve had your reasons. Naturally, it would’ve been tough to accept let alone leaning on your close friends for support.
“Thank you,” you respond.
“Here we go,” Jisung calls out, carefully returning with two different types of cocktails. “They’re both strong as hell so don’t try to choose.”
“Not that you’d have it any other way right?” you reply, helping him with the glasses as he sits down beside you.
He pats your head as he goes to sit down and slings his arm around your shoulder, “you know me too well. Anyway, Changbin and Hyunjin are here. He just texted me before.”
Chan sulks, “what? No! he was supposed to wait until everyone else was here.”
“To be fair, they were meant to be here twenty minutes ago so Changbin is actually on time,” Jisung responds. “Anyway, how are you missy?”
“Better now that I’m with you guys,” you answer, giving him a bit of a friendly nudge before leaning into him.
Jisung grins, genuinely relieved on the inside to hear that you are. Not that you have been able to notice, but they were all worried for you at one point. The lack of information regarding your whereabouts or even the state of your well-being was concerning. It was almost like you had dropped off the face of the earth at one point, right up until you finally made the decision to start accepting people trying to contact you.
Unfortunately for your friends, they had to learn about what you were up to through Minho, and even today, you’re not sure if what he said to them was the truth. Nonetheless, they all knew at the end of the day, if they were ever unsure or suspicious of what he was feeding to them, they were mature enough to come to you to double check. If they were able to get through to you.
“Good. Now come back and hang out with me because these guys are boring.”
Chan goes to lift a finger and point across at Jisung to object his statement before Changbin rounds the corner with Hyunjin trailing at his side.
The last you saw him was some five years ago, just before he went away to an arts’ school in France to study. Now he returns taller with much more cut and distinct features and a head of light brown hair that’s visibly eclipsed his natural jet-black colour. Despite that, he also seems softer or shy when he gives everyone at the table a half smile.
“Who’d you say was boring?” Changbin prods into the conversation.
Jisung points up with his beverage in hand, “you and Hyunjin!”
Hyunjin’s eyebrows knit together with worry, “is he drunk already?”
A bright smile fashions on Changbin’s face when he notices you, “Y//N! Now it’s two welcome home parties!”
Hyunjin turns to look down at you in surprise, “have you been away as well?”
His question serves as a reminder that he has been relatively out of the loop since he’s been gone – not that you expected him to be fully aware of everything since he probably had better things to do. Hyunjin was still active in the group chat, but none of you prefer to communicate that way when hanging out is the better option. Whilst he’s missed out on a lot of stuff that’s happened, he hasn’t been so oblivious to other things.
“Not exactly,” you respond awkwardly. “But welcome back by the way.”
He smiles softly, “thank you.”
The get-together officially kicked off when Jeongin, Seungmin, and Felix arrived just before the second round of drinks was ordered. Everyone was happy to have Hyunjin back. Even for you, it was nice to see him again after so long – it was nice to see everyone in general. The setting was reminiscent of old times when everyone banded together. Whether it was at karaoke, dinner, a bar, someone’s house, or at some event, it’s always a good feeling when you’re around them.
It leads you to feel slightly upset that you haven’t seen them in so long. You’ve missed hearing their laughs, their jokes, and the safety that you feel too. But for a very painfully obvious reason, none of it seems to be the same without Minho.
“Didn’t show up did he?” Seungmin, who had been chatting up a storm with someone at the bar, walks over and takes a seat opposite you at the cornered booth. Just about all of them were alternating from the table to the bar, and a space they’d found to stand up to talk, or in Jisung’s case, dance by himself.
“Mm,” you mumble. “Which I’m sure is a good thing.”
He shrugs carelessly but with a small grin, “for your benefit. Not that I’m an expert in relationship problems but I can speak from personal experience.”
“That’s true,” you respond, remembering that he has in fact had his heart broken a few times by the same person.
Luckily for him, he’s ceased the chase and gave an account the other day at dinner of how freeing it was to be his own individual. It’s something you can only hope to achieve at this point – to be liberated from that sticky dependency you have on Minho.
It’s not love that you feel for him anymore, you’re sure of it. But it’s similar to a violent craving. His skin, voice – oh his voice. Everything about his body has you itching under the surface to have him by your side even though things end in a fiery argument, which is usually how it goes.
It wasn’t love anymore. It was dependency. A type of separation anxiety that fills you up with this icy cold feeling that won’t go away until you specifically have Minho near you. Still, deep down, you knew you didn’t love him anymore.
“Is Jisung okay?” Hyunjin ticks his head towards his friends’ direction.
Judging by the fact that Chan was holding a barely conscious Jisung up was a clear indicator that he definitely wasn’t okay. Never has he been able to handle his alcohol well and it was evident by the lack of control over his own body.
Seungmin looks over concernedly then looks down at his phone to check the time, “shit, I have to take him home too.”
He abandons you briefly to help out Chan. Both of them collectively agree that Jisung needs to go home or at the very least be removed from the bar to sober up. They take him to an empty table nearby and ask the bartender for some water. Meanwhile, Hyunjin turns a blind eye to the chaos and talks to you instead.
“How have you been Y/N?” He asks.
“Yeah, good. You? How was France?”
By the look on his face, it was as if your question brought back a whole heap of good memories to the forefront of his mind, “I couldn’t have asked for a better experience.”
“That’s good to hear,” you reply. “So have you graduated already?”
“Three months from now I will be,” he answers. “Why? You wanna come watch me walk across the stage over there?”
You consider his offer, “what if I said ‘yes’ to that?”
“Then I’d be over the moon,” Hyunjin emphasises then offers a brilliant suggestion that springs into his mind. “In turn, maybe I can show you around France and all the places I went to.”
“Is that a deal then?”
“Sounds like a solid deal to me,” he responds and whether he was joking or not, either way, it seemed a pleasant idea.
During the last hour of the dinner, you spent having an in-depth conversation with Hyunjin. From what he got up to in France, what he wants to do in the future, then covered what you’ve been doing as well
The topic of your ex-boyfriend was difficult to navigate, but you managed it well by diverting to another subject. The last thing you wanted to talk about was Minho for fear that the more you think about him, the more you’d want him.
Then again, you’re reminded once more of the fact that Hyunjin and Minho aren’t friends. He may not have any interest in him whatsoever. But it’s not like they left each other on horrendous terms. Not like how you and Minho did. Plus, it’s hard to see this fresh shade of Hyunjin in front of you, hating anyone he doesn’t like or doesn’t know.
The Hyunjin from five years ago would’ve held a grudge, but now you can see by his shift in personality, that he’s let it go.
When it came down to having to leave, everyone seemed to have their own plans. Seungmin would have the misfortune of taking care of Jisung. Felix, Jeongin, Hyunjin, and Changbin decided to go bar hopping while they were still stable on their feet and even encouraged you to come with them. It took a lot of convincing to tell them ‘no’ after you were set on heading home to the comfort of your own space.
Seungmin assured Chan that he was fine to handle Jisung, then thought it would be a polite gesture to accompany your side when you decided to walk home, regardless if it was only a minute's commute from the restaurant.
“How are you holding up?” Chan addresses the elephant in the room.
His question could be seen a mile away. It made you wonder if that was the reason he chose to walk you home since his place is in the opposite direction. Although he wasn’t confronting you, that’s exactly what it felt like.
“Somewhat okay, I suppose,” you answer.
“No, how are you really? We see Minho all the time. In fact, he won’t leave us alone. But we haven’t seen you,” he responds. “You can still hang out with us you know?”
“I know that,” you almost whine, especially after offering your ear to Jisung just for him to repeat the same words for over two hours. “I’ve been busy.”
“I guess being busy is a positive.”
“It’s when there’s nothing to do or I don’t feel good and I don’t have anyone around,” you respond and both come to a halt when you reach the entrance to your apartment building. “That’s the hardest.”
“That’s when you call us,” Chan says strictly. “I know you know this too, but all of us would drop whatever it is that we’re doing to come and help you. Not just Minho, even though I had some reservations about seeing him after what he did.”
The last parts of his words surprised you. Chan actually thought about cutting Minho off too when he found out what happened…
“So he did tell you everything.”
“Everything,” he confirms. “Including everything that you’ve both been up to now. Like how you still see each other now and then – and not for the reasons I had hoped. So why do you keep seeing him when you want to move on?”
Your eyes narrow at him, “how do you even know that I want to move on?”
“The fact that you still sleep with him but won’t pursue any sort of communication to get back with him romantically, says a lot Y/N. And I know that because he’s told me,” Chan answers bitterly, but not in a nasty way. “Your body might miss him, but I know your mind doesn’t.”
He’s bitten through the truth which you can’t seem to, his elderly brother-type personality forces you to see reason. You’d be offended if Minho tried to initiate a conversation about wanting to get back together, knowing that he’s not in any position to be making requests after what he did.
“Why are you telling me all of this?” You ask tiredly.
“I want what’s best for you,” he says. “Yes, Minho too in some way, but I told him he needed to figure out what he did on his own because I can’t help him with that. That’s his punishment.”
You supress a laugh, “thank you.”
Your short talk with Chan made you realise how empty your cup had been since you last saw him – since you last saw all of your friends under one roof. It was rewarding and it felt like home to be near them. However, his words weren’t there for you to just defer from. You had to listen to him. He was right in saying that your body misses Minho but your mind doesn’t because the next time he came around, you swore to yourself that it was going to be the last time you saw him.
But it needed a conversation, one that you weren’t even sure if you were ready to have, too scared to rip that band aid off.
As you don your bra back on and shimmy on your underwear that Minho almost tore off, you think of all the possible ways to approach this situation, bearing in mind that it does have the potential to blow up.
“W-We need to talk,” you stammer, wondering if that’s a good way to start. It’s a start, that’s all that matters.
Minho stares at you from the other side of your bed, halfway through putting on his t-shirt, “okay, what about?”
Without any warning, you blurted out what needed to - what must be said, “we should stop seeing each other.”
Heavy silence drapes over the room, except for the cogs working overtime in Minho’s brain, trying to decode your words could almost be heard. You can most definitely see it on his deadpan face. It illuminates the seriousness of the situation compared to what it was five minutes ago.
“Can you give me some more detail about that?” He requests.
“I just don’t think it’s healthy that we continue to sleep with each other when we’re not going to get back together,” you inform him.
“You don’t want to get back together?” Minho poses the long awaited question that hurts to even conjure an answer.
“Be honest, we’d be together right now if you knew that I was serious about it,” you say truthfully. “I’ll never not love you, but I can’t love you in the way that I used to.”
The sheer surprise of the conversation made Minho realise that he’s been consuming too much of a good thing. That he actually wasn’t prepared to talk to you about this. It’s been creeping around the back of his mind since you both started seeing each other casually but ignored it so as to spend as much time with you as he could even though you weren’t with him anymore.
“Right.”
“Look, just…don’t go cold on me, because I do want to talk to you about these things,” you plead with him.
“Such as?”
“Such as our friends,” you start off. “All of us hang out a lot, but I didn’t want our…breakup to stop either one of us from seeing them. They’re your friends and mine too. I’d hate for us to be driven away from them because we can’t coexist anymore.”
“Fair enough.”
You can sense that he’s already starting to shut down. An obvious coping mechanism that’s triggered by something he wasn’t prepared to hear. But while the final shreds of his rationality are still with you in the room, you make haste, and dish out the important points he needs to know.
“We might not ever be friends again even though that’s not what I’m hoping for-“
Minho stands up from the edge of your bed, cutting the rest of your sentence off in the process, “if you’re serious about everything that you just said, then I don’t want to see you text or call me first asking me to come over. This isn’t a one-sided deal that only applies to me, you have to stick to it as well.”
“This isn’t even a deal Minho. I am telling you not to.”
“What? Telling me ‘not to’ because you can’t control yourself around me? Fine. I don’t know if you realise this, but the majority of the texts between the both of us, are mainly sent from you - you asking for me, telling me how lonely you are, or how much you miss my body. So don’t start handing out instructions when you’re not going to adhere to them as well.”
There’s a viper-like sting to his words that keeps piercing your resolve. A truthful sting that seeps poison into your blood, making you feel sick and cold. He’s torn you off your high horse for a moment, bringing you back down to earth to realise that it’s not just him who needs to see reason as well.
He had a very strong argument.
Minho sighs and tails more information to his tangent, “look I will do whatever it is that you want me to do. But, if this is what you want, then you can’t deny that it will only work one way.”
There’s an efflorescence of achiness in your chest. A familiar one that you felt in the early days after breaking up with Minho. It was the same one you would feel whenever you’d have to lock the door to the spare bedroom in his house whenever he bought someone else over.
Heartbreak.
It lingers when he finally leaves with the promise of never reaching out to you again, at least for sex because there was no way of avoiding him in the future. That fact was impossible to refute. But this is what breakups consist of. Not one hairline shy off of being messy. It could, though, be much worse. That’s as much you had to be grateful for when you have to start from square one all over again.
Changing things up was necessary. You had already moved out from Minho’s, which there was no choice behind, but that meant new scenery. Different places to peruse in your own time that you hadn’t yet ever since you had moved out
It opened up new opportunities to visit some local things, especially on your way back home from work as you decide to call into a small cafe.
Soft bossa nova plays calmly in the background as you stand and deliberate on something sweet to take home with you for after dinner. If it weren’t for the many niche options to select from, you would’ve almost missed the voice talking from beside you.
“I heard the matcha bread is nice here.”
Your surprise gets the better of you, almost forgetting how to speak for a split second when you see a familiar tall figure you met once more from the other week.
“Hyunjin?”
“Hey,” he smiles. “Wanna sit down together?”
You end up ordering yourself a warm drink and a sweet pastry to go while Hyunjin found a small table right in the crook of the cafe. His sudden appearance was rather pleasant, allowing you to divert from your own thoughts for a bit. Plus, it’s always nice to sit and chat with a friend.
“I thought you might’ve been here to meet up with one of the others,” you say to him.
Hyunjin nods, putting his coffee down, “I just spent the last couple of hours helping Changbin buy clothes just down the road at one of the shopping centres, so that’s where I came from.”
You smile, “well he trusts you more than the others in that department.”
“As he should,” Hyunjin grins softly. “How are you?”
“I’m well, I just finished work and was heading home,” you respond.
“I’m not keeping you from going am I?” He asks politely.
“No, not at all,” You quickly exclaim. “The longer I stay, the more of an excuse I have not to do the mountain of things I need to for work.”
Hyunjin chuckles, “well, as long as it doesn’t get you into trouble with your colleagues.”
“I should be fine,” you hope.
“You know, when I think about it, you and I never really spoke that much back then,” he points out. “I only just realised that from last week when I saw you again.”
His comment makes you think back too
Hyunjin was definitely part of your friend group, but not one who you would hang out with individually or with another person. He was just there, almost like he was known to you by association. Aside from the fact that he’s well-mannered and kind, the only aspect of his personality that seemed to have changed is how boisterous he used to be.
Although, that’s to be expected when people mature and cross the bridge from adolescence to adulthood.
“True enough,” you reply and start snickering when you remember something funny. “But I have good memories of you though. Like when you threw that bottle at Jisung.”
Hyunjin’s eyes nearly pop out of his head, “I remember that. I could’ve killed him with that too.”
“Or when Chan had to pull you up from the train tracks because you fell off the platform and got stuck,” you add on.
“Most of those memories seem to have some type of mortal peril attached to it,” Hyunjin discovers.
“You were young,” you remind him tenderly. “They make for the best memories anyway.”
He agrees, staring into a space on the table as he reminisces, “true. So much has changed since I got back. I feel like I’ve missed out on growing up with you all even though we were just teenagers back then and adults now.”
“Maybe, but we’re still young though and some have more growing up to do than others,” you hint very cryptically at one person who automatically springs to mind. “So don’t feel sad that you’ve missed out when there’s still a lot for us out there.”
Hyunjin sits a bit more comfortably knowing that. As you both continue to talk, he realises how much you’ve changed yet somehow remained the same. You grew into your features, enhancing what was already there to a finer degree. Your looks were Hyunjin’s first impression of you when you first met as devious young teenagers.
That was before he discovered that you are as kind and cool as you come across. But you were just distant friends back then. Now, Hyunjin detected a space for that to potentially change. He wanted to get to know the friend he hung out with here and there.
Even though time threatened to cut the starting opportunity short, it was still a start nonetheless, and Hyunjin was confident that there would be other times to arrive as well. So as the baristas begin cleaning up behind the counter and around the cafe, both you and Hyunjin took it as a sign that it was probably time to head off. You both take your belongings, thank the staff on your way out and head into the night.
“Y/N,” Hyunjin says to you. “We should get coffee again sometime.”
You nod, “I’d love that. I still have your number.”
“So do I,” he replies. “What way are you heading?”
“I’m just literally around the corner, not even a minute away,” you answer.
“Okay, I’ll look forward to your text then,” he says.
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