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lucyandalexiafan · 4 months

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Blow off steam | Alexia Putellas x reader | part 2

summary: after a short conversation where you reassure Alexia that you really want her to take control, she starts punishing you.

warnings: dom!Alexia, sub!reader, punishment (belt, pussy spanking), using of collar and leash, degradation, praise, use of pet names / slut, dirty talk, face fuck, light bondage, orgasm denial.

words: 4,1k

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Nb: I used the word boy, "said by Alexia", to refer to a young player of Barca of age (something like 21/22 year old).

I can hear the sound of her feet hitting the floor as she walks inside the room.

I'm on the bed, on my hands and knees.

My back arched, head resting on the mattress, ass up, arms stretched out at my head.

All my body is in tension.

Alexia pauses behind me.

In my ears I can only hear the sound of my heartbeat.

I hold the sheets in my hands, my eyes closed in anticipation.

“So pretty, babygirl”

I jump to the spot when I hear her voice, her low, warm, sensual voice.

I squeeze my thighs.

My soaked pussy is evident to her because of the position.

Letting her be completely in control is so liberating, so exciting. After two weeks of responsibility, studying, exams, games, being able to hand over all the power to someone else, someone I trust, is a feeling that invades my body, that leaves me speechless.

"T-thank you Reina" I whisper hesitantly, the pain between my thighs getting stronger and stronger.

I can feel her sitting at the edge of the bed.

"Amor, why don't you turn to me? Sit next to me"

I open my eyes wide in surprise.

What?

I do as she says, slowly.

I hoist on my knees, then crawl towards her until I sit next to her.

I'm naked, she wears a plain T-shirt and blue trousers.

She is sitting cross-legged on the bed, with bare feet.

I blush at the memory of what happened a little while ago.

"Amor, look at me"

I bite my lip.

Her hand, her index finger, brushes against my chin.

"Babygirl" the calm and loving voice, the sweet voice that made me felt in love for her.

I lock my eyes into hers.

Cheeks burning with embarrassment.

The hand brushes against my cheek, the same one that she hit earlier.

"How do you feel?"

I open and close my lips a few times.

Why is she asking it?

Did I do something wrong?

"I... D-Did I do something wrong?"

She smiles, a shy, kind smile.

"No amor, I just want to make sure you're okay"

I bite my lip.

I get lost in her eyes.

She inclines her face to the right.

I nod slowly.

"I... yes, I'm fine, Reina," I whisper.

Her fingers brush against the skin.

She hasn't been so sweet since the injury.

"Did I overdo it before?" The hesitant voice.

I shake my head while I try to figure out what's in her head.

"I liked it - I reply cautiously, "I-I would have used the safeword if... if it was too much Ale" I whisper embarrassed, leaning my cheek against her fingers.

Her other hand, which was on the bed before, rests on my thigh. I close my eyes to the contact.

She giggles at the reaction.

"You're so sensitive"

"Please... please Reina - I gasp, I put my hand on hers - C-can I come? I... I need it."

I push her hand towards my inner thigh, her fingernails rubbing against my thigh.

"So needy"

Her fingers brush against my upper thigh.

I look at her pleading, the most puppy look possible.

"Already begging"

The tip of the index and middle fingers touching my clit.

I moan loudly.

My hand tightens around her wrist.

"I beg you, Reina"

She looks at me almost disinterestedly as her index finger moves from my clit to my hole steadily.

A grin on her face.

She licks her lip.

She kisses me, her lips are fluffy and at the beginning, the contact is light, pure. Innocent.

Then it becomes more passionate, her tongue playing with mine, the other hand ends up on my neck, squeezing it.

I whine.

She smiles against my lips.

She bites my lower lip.

Then, at some point, the tip of the middle finger enters in my pussy.

I break the kiss, moaning.

I rest my forehead against her shoulder.

Her lips against my neck leave little kisses, little bites.

The finger goes in and out with a lazy pace as if there is no hurry.

Like I haven't had an orgasm in three weeks.

"So needy" Ale says another time.

"Yes, yes... I need you Reina" I gasp, my hands clasped against her legs.

She smiles on my skin.

"We can stop, have some sweet sex and then cuddle - she says a few inches from my face as she forces me to look her in the eye - Or we can continue, with me punishing you and all"

The index finger moves a tuft behind my ear.

"I won't get mad amor"

"I... I want you to take control... I need it - I gasp trying to explain myself - Please"

She grins.

She looks me carefully in the eye trying to figure out if I'm lying.

I nod slightly.

She stands up.

She makes her way to her bedside table, opening the third drawer and I know what she's about to get. What she's looking for.

Ale turns to me with the collar in her hands.

That black collar with the leash of the same color.

That collar has an "A" engraved on the front.

That collar she gave me after months of relationship.

She moves closer to me and stops a few inches from my body; then, she unfastens it.

"Can I put it on for you?"

"Please, yes" I answer quickly with a husky voice, the eyes focused on the object.

Ale smiles sadistically before wrapping it around my neck, moving away the hair stuck between the fabric and my neck.

She closes it.

"R-Reina," I whispered, afraid of disappointing her.

But it's too tight and I know that closed like this it will hurt as soon as she pulls the leash.

"What, lbabygirl?" she asks, her fingers steady on the collar without putting pressure on it.

"I-I... the collar is too tight" I break eye contact, shifting my gaze to the floor.

I don't want to see her disappointed or resentful.

I could handle it like this, we had already used it as tight as now and I liked it; but when it is closed in this way I struggle even swallow and it suffocates me slightly and I don't think can handle it in this situation.

But at the same time, I don't want her to think that this is a way to avoid punishment.

Her thumb caresses my cheek.

"My good girl telling me how she feels and what's wrong – her fingers gently undoing the collar and spreading it a hole – Is it okay now, babygirl?"

I swallow and I don't feel any pressure.

I twitch my thighs in praise.

I nod. "T-thank you Reina," I whisper hesitantly, "I-I'm sorry"

Her fingers force my chin upper, obligating me to look into her gaze.

"You don't have to apologize because you tell me what you need amor. Thank you for telling me," she smiles, biting her lip, "Would you rather I don't use it?"

I shake my head.

"Why do you want me to use it?"

I bite my lip.

I clasp my hands on my thighs.

"I... I like it when you pull it."

She licks her bottom lip.

I look at her enchanted as if I had a divinity in front of me.

How can she be so charming, so perfect?

"Ah, yes? And why?"

Does she really want me to say that?

She knows why.

She tilts her face slightly.

She pulls the leash just a little.

I moan loudly.

“Reina” I moan.

She smiles sadisticly.

"So?"

"I... It's like giving you complete control," I whisper looking at her.

She pulls the collar up at her, pushing me on all fours, my head tilted towards hers.

"Oh yes? Do you like me collaring you like a slut?"

I groan at humiliation.

I look at her lips.

I alternate my gaze from them to her eyes.

"C-can you kiss me, Ale?" I ask without realizing that I have not used the award.

Her lips rest on mine.

After the moment her lips touch mine I can breathe again.

I detach myself after a few moments, my mind finally free from any fear and anxiety.

"R-Reina... Please- I need-"

She grins.

"Are you sure that's what you want?"

I nod quickly, afraid that I doubt she doesn't want it as much as she does, maybe even more.

"Yes Ale, I do. Please," I beg.

"Then get back in position" is the suddenly more authoritarian tone.

I close my eyes.

I nod and do as she says.

"I want you at the edge of the bed"

I move my feet in contact with the edge of the bed.

She positions herself behind me.

I hold back my sigh in anticipation.

Her hand touches my ass.

I whine against the mattress, my hands clutching the sheets.

"Hands behind your back"

I squeeze my fingers against each other, nails against the skin.

I arch my back in an attempt to find a more comfortable position.

I remain balanced precariously on my shoulders, chest and knees, my feet pointed against the mattress.

She walks away, steps away from the bed, probably toward the closet.

I hear her grab something, probably the box of sex toys, and then place the object on the bed.

"Now I'm going to tie your wrists behind your back with a tie and then I'm going to start punishing you, what safeword are you?"

"Green, Reina... green"

She grins, I can hear her grin.

She gently grabs my wrists and knots them with the fabric.

"Do you know what tie is this? – I shake my head against the mattress – The one from the last 'end of the season' Barcelona club's dinner, do you remember it?"

I bury my face against the sheet in an attempt to disappear.

"Remember how I wrapped it around your wrists in the bathroom at the sports center and then fucked you against the sink, mh? When you were trying to hold back the moans so you wouldn't be heard, but I just wanted them to hear you, to the stupid boy to hear you... Do you remember?"

I gasp at the memory of that evening.

That magical evening.

"Yes... I remember Reina"

She pulls the leash of the collar, my body writhing in on itself until it is tense in the air.

Ale kisses a patch of skin under my ear, gasping against it.

"Now you know what's going on? – I shake my head – It happens that I have to punish you"

She pushes me towards the mattress, making me rest my head on one cheek.

I close my eyes.

Punishments have always excited me but intimidated me at the same time. I'm not a brat, I don't like to tease her or the idea of disappointing her, clearly preferring to please her and do whatever she wants.

Ale has always liked this attitude of mine, this need of mine.

But, whenever she can, she does not disdain to punish me and I know she likes that power that I give to her, the power to punish me.

"The first punishment will be ten spanks with the belt, what color are you little girl?"

I bite my lip.

The belt.

No punishment hurts and excites me more; however... however I know it's going to hurt, that it's going to leave marks.

What if-

"Babygirl?" is the tone that betrays concern.

"G-Green," I answer hesitantly.

The hand caresses my ass for the last time before walking away.

"You'll have to count them and thank me for each one of them - she starts to explain to me - If it gets too much, tell me, nothing happens and I don't get mad. I'll get mad if you don't tell me, understood? I'll get mad if you don't communicate with me, not if you do."

I nod "Yes Reina".

Her hand brushes against my skin.

Then, the belt hit my skin the first time.

I arch my back even more in reaction, my ass in the air and my chest that lies almost completely against the bed.

I whine for the pain.

"O-one, thank you, Reina"

On the fifth slap the first sob escapes.

At the seventh slap the voice trembles irreparably.

As soon as she reaches the tenth, she leaves the belt hits the floor and she caresses my reddened skin. I sob at the contact of her cold hand with my ass.

"Beautiful - she pauses - My good girl"

I smile exhausted at the compliment.

She stops behind me.

A finger of hers touches my cunt.

"You're so wet, baby. I could fuck you with four fingers without lubing them and they'd go in without any problem."

The other hand is on the end of my back, the fingers moving slightly as if caressing my skin, calming me down.

I close my eyes.

"I beg you"

Another spanking.

"I didn't understand".

"Reina!" I try to correct myself, "Reina, I beg you"

A second finger is added to the first finger; she touches my cunt from my clit to my hole.

I stretch my body towards her. I try to move my arms but the tie prevents me from doing so.

"Are you already begging, little girl?"

I moan loudly, without shame. "Please... please Reina"

She continues with light movements, the other hand still against my back.

"Mhmhmh, you gotta tell me what you want, little girl"

I close my eyes.

"C-come... I want to come, Reina"

Her hands move away from my pussy, focusing instead on the tie, unfastening it.

I don't have time to put my hands on the mattress that turns me on my stomach.

Her lips are on mine.

It's as overwhelming as a kiss.

Her hands are in my hair.

It's all so sensual, she's so sensual.

A hand squeezes my breast.

I sigh when she starts playing with a nipple.

I sigh her name through the kisses.

Then she stands up, her tie in her hands, and I instinctively bring my hands, one on top of the other, towards the headboard of the bed.

She raises an eyebrow curiously.

"What would you like me to do?" she asks with a sardonic smile.

"I... I thought that - I stop to look at her - Sorry, I didn't mean to-"

She kisses me.

A kiss that transmits calm, love.

"Baby, don't apologize," she smiles, kissing me again "Are you sure?" she asks pointing to my hands with her head.

I nod and she raises an eyebrow.

"Si Reina" I quickly correct myself.

She asks me to lie down more towards the headboard of the bed, to put my hands on top of each other. "Remember that if it gets too much, you have to use the safeword"

I whisper a yes Reina of assent.

She kneels on the bed at the side of my body.

I'm naked.

She's dressed.

So dominant.

So controlling.

I moan while she ties my wrists to the iron, leaving me a little freedom.

Then, she leans over my neck, sucking it, biting it.

I try to pull my hands and she grins against my skin.

"You're so sensitive, little girl" She whispers and then she blows on saliva left on my neck.

I squeeze my thighs.

"So sensitive," she whispers, brushing her lips against my body to my breasts.

She kisses a nipple.

She licks it.

She bites it.

She passes it through her teeth.

I groan arching my body up.

The shoulder blades pressed against the bed.

Ale, between my legs, enjoys the effect it has on me. She smiles on my skin and then she bites my nipple harder, making me moan in pain.

My hands try to free themselves from the strings tied to the headboard.

"You're so sensitive," she whispers again as she brushes her lips against the skin from breast to breast.

And then torture the other as well.

Nibbling on my breasts leaving marks here and there, sucking on flaps of skin.

Making me moan louder and louder.

I open my legs as I seek relief on her thigh, thigh covered by the pants's fabric.

I whine for the situation, for the inability to move, for the control that she has, for the power that she has on me.

She feels me humping against her because she moves closer to my neck as she takes her thigh against me.

"If you don't stay still, I have to punish you, little girl, and you don't want that, do you? - she whispers in my ear, then licks my neck - I still have to punish you for the second time and you already want a third punishment?"

I moan embarrassed, my arms moving in an attempt to free themselves.

She smiles before kissing me.

She tortures me for a little while longer.

I moan when she bites my neck for the umpteenth time.

"Please"

I rush to beg, to beg of I don't know what.

She smiles slyly.

"Please," she whispers, imitating me in a high-pitched voice, "please... What?"

I gasp when she puts a hand on my neck.

She smiles excitedly to find out how far my masochism goes.

Squeezes harder when I'm slow to respond.

"I beg you"

"Mh Mh Mh - she shakes her head, her lips brushing mine - that's not what I want to hear you say. Something is missing, baby"

I close my eyes.

She grabs my hair and kisses me.

Bites my lip almost until it hurts.

I moan for the pain.

I try to resist the pace imposed by her tongue.

She laughs slyly when I give up after a while.

I moan ecstatic.

We're just getting started, but I'm out of control, aroused to imaginable mental levels.

She hits my breast.

"What's missing?" she asks authoritatively, the voice dangerously low.

Almost angry.

Almost upset by it.

"Reina! - I moan when she gives me another slap - Reina is missing. I'm sorry Reina"

"I hope so," she whispers as she moves her lips further and further down, overcoming the sternum, going past the navel, her hands grabbing my thighs squeezing them, widening them and holding them in place.

Her nose brushes against my upper things.

I groan as I arch upwards.

“Reina”

With her tongue she leaves a trail along the entire inside of my inner thigh, coloring it with saliva. She kisses it calmly, as she's trying to explore it.

"Please" I beg.

She does so for a few more moments, then her hand collides with my pussy.

I gasp.

"How?"

"Reina," I groan, "I beg you, Reina."

She grins.

"You're more unruly than I thought baby - she kisses my inner thigh again - maybe you really need to be punished" she says before biting me.

My hands that, again, are bound by the strings to the headboard.

I squeeze my legs, forced open by her grip.

She licks the mark she left on me.

"How do you feel?" she questions as she kisses my upper thigh.

I whine as I grab the headboard with my hands.

I scream in surprise when her hand hits my pussy again and bites my upper thigh, making me moan for the pain.

My hands uselessly trying to snap towards her hair.

Pleasure that skyrockets.

"Reina... I beg you"

she sneers.

"Mhmhmh, little girl, it's not okay like this"

She grabs my side and turns me around. The belly and breasts humping against the mattress and I gasp in surprise.

She grabs my thighs pulling them towards her, forcing me to bend over.

"Arch your back," I execute, hoping to do well, "so good... You arch your back really well, slut, huh?"

I gasp when she runs her fingers over my ass, over the marks left by the belt.

And then, in an instant, a pain envelops my pussy.

I gasp as I tense my back.

"You'll have to count these too, one by one, and thank me for each one. If you lose count, you'll have to start over."

"Yes, Reina"

The first one hits my pussy's lips.

The second shot ends up against my clit.

I scream for the pleasure of violent contact.

The third one hits my hole.

The fourth and fifth are more violent, more painful.

"You're so wet baby - I gasp - So soaked"

I stretch my thighs upwards while arching my back down.

"So needy"

She rubs two fingers against my cunt.

I squeeze my thighs.

I beg her.

Her fingers impact against my sensitive spot again.

"Reina!" I scream through the moans.

She stimulates me to orgasm, then stops before my orgasm can invade me.

I stretch my legs, I move them whining.

She pushes one of my sides towards the mattress making me go back to my stomach.

"So needy," she whispers, standing up.

She unfastens her pants and then drops them to the floor.

I contemplate her thighs, thin and pale.

She takes off her shirt.

The uncontrollable painful contractions in the lower abdomen.

Her midnight blue lace underwear stands out against her fair skin.

Her belly, flat, is covered with a few moles.

The fabric is practically transparent, thus allowing me to catch a glimpse of the firm nipples.

I bite my lip drunk with pleasure.

I try to catch some air.

"What's going on, baby?"

“I-I… you-you are pe-rfect Re-na”

"So Innocent"

She unfasten her bra slowly.

I look at her enchanted.

Lost in the pleasure.

She's getting naked just for me.

She's getting naked and that's enough to turn me on.

She takes off her panties.

"Baby, I want to ride your face," she tells me.

It's an order, she's not asking for permission.

Her hands grab my ankles stretching my body to lie down to the bed, outstretching my arms.

She crawls to the sides of my body to the point of having knees on the sides of my temples.

She asks me to look at her.

I meet her eyes looming over me from above. They're coved by pleasure.

I contract my legs.

"You're going to have to lick me like the good girl that you are, and I'll guide you, okay? - I nod - And if it's too much you tap the headboard three times and I'll stop"

My cheeks are painfully red.

Will I be able to?

Will I be good?

Her hands grab my curls before settling on top of my parted lips.

She moans with relief.

My tongue meets her clit.

I lick it gently with small taps.

She moans on top of me.

I pass my tongue through all of her cunt, and then I arrive at her hole, soaking her arousal.

I breathe through my nose her smell, intoxicating me.

"Good girl," she gasps through the moans.

I lick her hole tasting her taste.

"So - she gasps - so good little girl"

I look at her.

Her body stands out above my face.

The flat stomach gave me a heavenly view of her face.

The mouth is open.

the eyes are closed.

She starts to move on my face rubbing herself against my tongue.

I moan for the pleasure of serving her, for the submission.

Her hands hold my hair.

I bend my legs.

I rub them looking for pleasure.

She brushes her nipples with her fingers, playing with them looking for that pleasure that my hands can't give her.

I whine ecstatic for the view.

Her thighs tighten around my face.

I groan about the intoxicating prison I'm in.

"Baby, the clit - moan - the clit"

I start to lick it more vigorously, with less kindness, until she tells me she's going to cum.

I look at her.

She's heavenly.

She's perfect.

She's lost in the pleasure.

She rarely permits me to make her cum, to give her pleasure, during this type of sex. She prefers touching me, edging me.

Then, as she tries to tell me for the umpteenth time that she's cumming, she cums.

Her orgasm is prolonged.

She screams "amor" several times between the gasps.

Her arousal invades my mouth, dripping from my chin and onto my cheeks.

I'm out of breath.

Excitement at its best.

Pleasuring her is so satisfying, so intoxicating.

Her chest rises and falls rhythmically.

I lick her pussy a few more times, trying to clean it.

I am committed to fully satisfying it.

My cheeks became even redder when I realise what had happened.

She cum on my face.

She cum because of me.

Exhausted, she leans against my breasts, her legs still on the sides of my head.

"You're even more beautiful like this, little girl - her index finger brushing my cheek - So dirty with my arousal" she gasps, sweat dripping from her forehead.

She is so beautiful.

She's so hot in this way, with messy hair, red cheeks, and parted lips.

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Hi! Just to say that: part 3 will be about rought sex/punishment, part 4 about aftercare and more lovely and sweet sex.

#alexia putellas fanfics #alexia putellas smut #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas #woso x reader #woso #woso fanfics

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eyesxxyou · 11 months

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that's what they all say

↳ ❝ [dbf!miguel o'hara x black!reader] ¡! ❞

rating. mature

word count. 4k

synopsis. you and miguel have had tension from the very first moment you met. the only problem is that miguel is your dad's best friend. what happens when you two finally find yourselves alone?

you and miguel take your chance to fuck while your dad is sleeping

warnings. big age gap (20 years. reader is 22 and Miguel is 42), exhibitionalism kinda, oral (m receiving), piv sex, unprotected sex, size kink, size difference, google translate pet names (IM SORRY), kinda awkward and uncomfortable towards the end, angst, kinda bad ending. let me know if I missed anything.

It started with a glance. Just a glance was all it took. Miguel O’Hara has not been in your life for very long. You were 21 at the time and visiting your father for the afternoon. You had dropped in unexpectedly, not expecting your father to have a friend over. He was lounging on the couch with your father, sharing some beers together. “Oh– Y/N, I didn’t expect you. This is a friend from work, Dr. Miguel O’Hara.”

The first thing you noticed was how startlingly large he was, the fact only punctuated when he stood up to shake your hand. He towered over you, his huge frame intimidating you to no end. He offered his hand to you, a hand a big as your face, and looked down at you. “Nice to meet you. Your father talks all about you.”

The second thing you noticed was how handsome he was. Presuming he was around your father’s age—twice your own— he was sharp and handsome. Tan skin, high, prominent cheekbones, a strong jaw, and the softest looking hair you’ve ever seen. If you looked closer, you could see a few stray gray hairs but not nearly as many as your father. He was gorgeous all things considered.

From then, you’d get to see Miguel here and there, dropping something off for your father, visiting him at home. You and Miguel got along just fine, a joke here and there. There was always something unspoken there that your father never caught on to and the two of you never really infringed upon.

But that changed with a single glance.

You were out at dinner with them. Miguel and your father had just won an award for their research in genetic editing and wanted to celebrate. You offered them dinner and how could they possibly refuse? The only condition was that you would not be paying for it. ‘We’re two grown men. Would be pretty shitty if we let you pay for our food.” Miguel shook his head with disapproval at the thought of it, his large hand reaching out to open the door ahead of you. “F/N, back me up here.”

Your father shook his head and raised his hands up. “I’m not a part of this.” He wasn’t one to place himself in situations that hadn’t involved him to begin with. Miguel was stubborn but so were you, maybe even more so. “Are you trying to say I’m not grown?” His smile was patronizing. “I thought I was grown too when I was your age. Either way, it has nothing to do with your age. It’s mine.”

The two of you argued over this the entire dinner and when the bill came, Miguel snatched it up before you could, settling the matter then and there. You were pouty, crossing your arms over your chest in a way that only pronounced the shape of them. Miguel almost felt like a pervert looking at you. Not only a friend and colleague’s daughter, but a woman half his age. He had every reason to brush you off and leave everything as is.

You caught him in the act, stealing looks at your breast when your father was distracted. His jaw working as he chewed the inside of his cheek. Then he glanced up and his eyes caught yours. This one look changed everything. Everything you both thought the other was completely unaware of, the lustful little glances the two of you would toss back and forth without the other one knowing— unfolded right there.

Miguel immediately looked away, his hand coming to rub his chin stressfully, his brows furrowed as he nodded along to what your father was saying. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was flustered. You caught him and everything you both had been pushing away with all the reasons you shouldn’t want each other are now broken down. Why not go all the way with it?

Miguel felt your foot against his leg, pushing up the leg of his pants to feel his skin against yours. He glanced back at you to find you were already looking at him with eyes questioning what he would do about your indiscretion.

Nothing. The answer was nothing. There wasn’t much he could do in the moment.

Getting your father home was the hard part. He didn’t drink alcohol too often but when he did, he drank a lot. Plus tonight was a celebration, you all had a few drinks but neither of you were as drunk as him. Miguel could handle him on his own but the only way you were getting home was by way of Miguel himself. You had all carpooled to the restaurant meaning you would all have to do the same back.

“Do you need help getting him in?” Miguel asks as you get into your father’s home, ready to take him to bed. You look back at him. “Why? You think I can’t do it on my own.” He rolls his eyes at you as you walk off, supporting your father’s weight over your shoulder. It wasn’t an easy job but you managed to get him into bed to which he completely passed out upon his head hitting the pillow, snoring as he always did since you were a child.

You came back out with a heavy sigh, dragging your hand down your face. When you opened your eyes, you found Miguel looking at a few photos your father had hanging up of you. He was staring a one in particular, you at your college graduation. Your smile was shining and proud, yet exhausted.

“You majored in…”

“Cybersecurity.” You finish for him, slowly making your way closer to him. It was clear you two were trying to figure out where to go from here. You both know now. So do you act on it? Do you pretend it isn’t there until they go away? There’s a lot of reasons why you both shouldn’t, why you should just leave it alone, but in a situation like this—with the desire you two have for each other—reason doesn’t matter. “So watch what your say to me or I’ll absolutely fuck up your home security system and your AI.”

“You talk such big game for a spoiled brat.”

“So do you for a perverted old man who likes to stare at the tits of a girl half your age.” You shoot back quickly before you can bite your tongue. Miguel turns his head away, his ears turning blush pink. Who knew he got so flustered so easily? Why not push it a little further?

"How long have you been wanting to fuck me, Miguel? When we first met?" You tease, approaching even further. "Did you take one look at me and think about what you would do to me if you had that chance?"

"Y/N…" Miguel still didn't look at you but his voice dripped with warning. His tone told you to tread carefully because you might not like what comes next but you were sure that much wasn't true.

"I did." You admit to him, your hand now against the curve of his back. His muscles were firm and well-built. "I saw you and could only think about how much I wanted you to break me in half."

Miguel grabbed you suddenly by the throat and at a moment's notice had his lips against yours. His hand was so big, he could have broken your neck right then and there if he wanted to. He had to lean over to kiss you, he was so much larger than you. He kissed you with the fever and passion of someone who's desperate, who's been wanting to do this for a long, long time.

Something parallel to a growl erupted from his throat as he kissed you, licked the inside of your lips as you opened up for him and let him have his way. Your hands wrap around his wrist as his fingers squeeze softly at the sides of your throat, leaving you lightheaded and delirious but that could also be from the fact that you finally know what his lips taste like.

"Miguel." You murmur against his lips. "Miguel, please."

"Shh, mía carina. You don't want your father to hear you." His tongue traced your bottom lip languidly before sinking his teeth into your supple flesh. You placed your tongue against his, wanting nothing more than to have his saliva in your mouth, taste him for all he had to offer. "Or would you? Wouldn't that be something? I wonder who he'd be more upset at."

You wanted his cock in any way you could take it. You were hungry for it, desperate for it. Your hands grabbed at the hem of his shirt before teasing at his belt buckle. "Please." You whispered and looked up at him with innocent eyes that belied the intent of your plea. You didn't wait for an answer as you undid his belt, taking it upon yourself to answer for him.

Miguel didn't protest, though he did glance up towards the stairs knowing your father was only a few dozen feet away. He looked back down at you. "You have no shame, do you?" He placed his hand on your head and began to push you down until you were on your knees in front of him.

You were salivating at just the thought of having him in your mouth, licking your lips and you continued to undo his pants. Just the outline of him was enough to leave you shuddering with anticipation. Miguel was petting your head, letting you take your time with it all.

You’re startled by the size of him but what were you expecting. Everything about him was huge, brom his shoulders to his hands which crept this veins from his forearms. A slightly darker brown and riddled with veins that pulsed with the blood rushing to his length. You liked his happy trail that led to the neatly trimmed hair at the base of his cock. You wondered how you might fit him in your mouth, better yet how you would fit him in your pussy. The thought made you entrance squeeze, him trying to bully his cock into you without regard.

Miguel wrapped a hand around himself and stroked a few times, squeezing out pearly beads of precum. He tapped the tip against your plush lips, smearing his precum against your lips, leaving them shiny and sticky. “Open up for me, muñeca.” You wanted to deny him, make things difficult for him because you liked the way his control seemed to slip, but you’d be denying yourself this honor and you weren’t sure how long this might last.

You opened your mouth and let your tongue rest against your bottom lip. You looked up at Miguel from hooded eyes as he slapped his weeping tip on your soft muscle. He shuddered softly as he slipped his cock into your mouth and the wet cavity of your mouth engulfed him. "That's it– mhn. Just relax." He eased his way further but you could only take a fraction of his length before he hit the back of your throat.

His hand was on the back of your head, holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail. "Go ahead and take it." What you couldn't fit in your mouth, you wrapped your hand around and began to stroke, using your saliva as lube, while your free hand slid between your legs to touch yourself. Your panties were soaked with arousal and you circled your fingers over your clit, using the fabric as friction.

It was sloppy. Your spit coated the length of his shaft and dripped from the corners of your mouth. You kept your jaw slack and let Miguel use your mouth as he pleased. His hands held your head in place, one in your hair and the other under your jaw against your neck to feel the way his dick created its own space in your throat.

You looked so pretty with your mouth stuffed with him, tears making your mascara run down your cheeks as you choked on his cock. You were taking it so well, your tongue tracing the slit of his head in a way that makes Miguel nearly double over. “Fuck, mía carina. Fuck, fuck, fuck—” he presses his pelvis forward a little move. He liked the way you sounded sucking his cock, the wetness, the gurgling and choking, the way you whined on it.

Just because he wasn’t pushing himself all the way in didn’t mean he was being easy or kind on you. “Imagine how disappointed your dad would be knowing his little girl sucks dick like a champ.” He fucked your mouth like it was his own personal fleshlight, cooing about how pretty you were. “Look at you, baby. My pretty girl. You can take more, I know you can.” Miguel forced you down further and you gagged and choked, more tears streaming down your cheeks. Your hand tightens around the rest of his cock. He held you there for a moment, watching as you struggled before letting you go.

You fell back onto the feels of your feet, gasping for air. A string of saliva kept you connected until it thinned and soon broke. As soon as you caught your breath, you kissed his tip before doing the same down the underside of your length in more sloppy, wet kisses. Miguel continued to pet your head with a sly smile. “Good little cock slut, aren’t you?”

You kiss him everywhere, down his happy trail, leaving red marks against his warm brown naval, destined to blossom into roses of purple and blue, against his length, his balls. You take him into your mouth again and bob your head in fast, fluid motions. You're too good at this, Miguel thinks and the thought of you on someone else’s dick besides his own pisses him off. He knows it shouldn’t, that the two of you shouldn’t be doing this to begin with, but god, he can’t help it.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum, muñeca.” Miguel groaned softly. "And you're gonna take it, aren't you?" He could feel it, his orgasm creating over the horizon. His muscles contracted and his grip on your hair tightened. You stroked his sensitive tip with your tongue, tracing the underside of the head and up to the tip. You wanted it so bad and Miguel could tell, more than happy to give it to you.

You watch in delight as his eyes closed and he bit his lip to stop himself from being too loud, sniffling his groan. He shivered one last time before his seed coated the inside of your mouth in thick spurts of white. You swallowed quickly in fear of choking and left yourself no time to savor his taste.

You lick him clean, suckling on his head a little because you liked the way he had to place his hand on the wall to keep himself stable. When you were done, Miguel grabbed you by the chin and forced you to look up at him. You knew you looked like a sloppy whore with your streaking mascara, drool making your lips and chin, and his cum gathered at the corners of your lips.

He used the rough pad of his thumb to wipe up the cum and push it back into your mouth, weighing the digit against your tongue. He was still hard, angrily so, and the only way to satiate his hunger was to have you, right here, right now. Damn if you father hears you, damn if he comes down, damn if he kills Miguel.

“Get up.” Miguel makes you stand on your feet. His hands grasp at every inch of you clad in your little dress. You don’t have much time to process before you’re in front of a vanity littered in old family pictures. You should feel some sort of shame, but Miguel tugging at the hem of your dress is rather distracting.

He shoved it up to your waist and pulled your panties to the side to expose your soaking pussy as you brace your hands against the edge of the table. You whimper at the way he dragged the tip of his cock between the puffy lips of your pussy, from front to back to front again, his head taking turns stroking your clit and your gushing entrance.

“You think it’ll fit?” Miguel glanced between you and your pretty pussy as he guided his tip into you. You inhaled sharply, biting your lip to contain the whine that threatened to wake your father upstairs. He gave you no moment of rest as he pushed inch after excruciating inch into you and you could do absolutely nothing about it except take it. He stretched you to size, forced himself a space in your body that no one else would be able to fill. Every vein was felt dragging against your walls.

You let out a strangled moan that might have been a little too loud. Miguel placed his hand over your mouth and paused for a moment, listening. Your father’s obnoxious snoring could still be heard from upstairs.

“Keep quiet now. You’re gonna get us in trouble.” Miguel thrusted his hips towards you, pushing the rest of his length into you until his pelvis was pressed flush against you as some sort of sick punishment. You cry out against his hand, back arching.

Miguel drew his hips back at a slow, torturous pace. “Look at me, muñeca.” He panted into your ear. He waited for you to raise your gaze to meet his before shoving his cock right back into you without a single ounce of mercy in his eyes. He wanted to make it as hard as possible to keep quiet. Maybe the risk of being caught was what made this all the better, the illicitness of your actions. Everyone wants so desperately for what they cannot have.

“Don’t take your eyes off of me, pretty girl. Keep looking at me, just-” he grunted as he fucked into you harder. “Just… let me fuck this little pussy. Just once.” If once was all he would get, then so be it. But he knew himself, he should have never started in the first place because now, all he would think about was the next time he could get you alone.

He pounded your pussy like no other, like you had done him wrong, like you owed him this, like it belonged to him. The cloth of his jeans kept the sounds of your lewd actions muffled, the wet creamy sound that expelled from you every time he claimed you as his own.

He muttered obscenities into your ear. “So— mmh…fuck—so fucking good. God, this pussy is mine now, you got that?” His fingers grasped your hips so hard you had no doubt in your mind they would leave bruises in the morning. You can see in the mirror the way his eyes flutter but you, you were seeing stars.

Your family pictures clattered around you, making you flinch at each and every last one, but Miguel didn’t seem to care. “Look at that.” He nods down between your bodies. You follow suit, watch the way you hole stretches to accommodate his eyes with each stroke of his cock. He pauses for a moment you adjust your position, slipping his arms beneath your knees before lifting you up completely as an impressive show of strength. You wrap your arms around his neck to keep yourself up and somehow, the close proximity made this all the more intimate.

Miguel fucked you like he meant it, like this wasn’t just a one time thing, like this was anything more than lust and sexual infatuation. You buried your face in the crook of his neck to muffle your cries of divine pleasure. “Miguel, Miguel, Miguel.” His name was a sacred prayer on your lips as you pleaded for his mercy. “I’m so close.” You whispered before leaning back to look him in the eyes.

It was then that Miguel realized just how young you were. You’re eyes held that youthful glow of someone who had everything going for them. What the fuck was he doing? He had already lived his life. Why was he trying to take the rest of yours away from you?

You held on to him so tightly as you came, your fingers in his hair, a slight sob from your lips as the feeling was so overwhelming that you simply had to cry. Miguel held on to you too, pet your head softly and told you that everything was okay. He held you through it because that’s what you needed right now despite all his regrets.

You two had no time to just sit in this, the mess you’ve made. You two pere quick to make yourselves decent again just in case your father woke up at some point. You were busy putting the picture frames back in their rightful place when Migeul finally broke the long stretch of silence between you two.

“We shouldn’t have-”

“I know.” You speak quickly.

“It has nothing to do with you.”

You roll your eyes and finally turn to look at him. “Yeah, that’s what they all say.”

Miguel rubbed his temple stressfully. There are reasons boundaries are in place so that lines like this don’t get blurred. “I’m 20 years older than you, Y/N. I have a daughter of my own.” You shake your head. “Bold move to bring up your daughter after you just got done banging your friend’s daugh-”

“My point—” He’s quick to interrupt you before you can go any further down that road. No father wants to think of things like that. “My point is that you have your whole life ahead of you and you’re too young for me. I’m too old for you. This can’t happen again.” His voice tells you that the decision is finally, the period to end the sentencing. You don’t like that.

“I’m a grown woman who can make my own decisions. I get to decide who’s too old for me and it’s not you. So what if you have a kid? Majority of the population does.”

“And your dad?” How would that possibly go over with him? He finds out his best friend if fucking his daughter and he’ll flip like any good father would. “This can only end in disaster, Y/N. You know it, I know it. Why are we even humoring this idea? This is it. No more of this. We got it out of our system so we can move on.” He didn’t want to raise his voice. He definitely didn’t want to use that voice. The dad voice, the same one he uses when he tells Gabriella to go finish her homework. Makes him feel like more of a creep than he already does.

You’d be a dead liar if you said you weren’t hurt. You knew he was right, that nothing about this was right or okay and the only outcome to any of this was absolute disaster, but that didn’t soothe any of the pain in the slightest. You cross your arms over your chest and cast your eyes down at your feet to hide the tears swelling at your lash line. “If you just wanted to get your dick wet, you could have just said that.”

“This is what I mean. You’re immature. That’s not what I said.”

“Could you just fucking leave already?” You snap at him with a biting venom that stings. Your eyes are already growing puffy and red. “Just go for fucks sake. You got what you wanted so leave.”

Miguel opened his mouth to say something, anything to come in his own defense or to even comfort you. He didn’t want any of this to happen. What was there to say? Anything he let leave his lips would find away to sound bad to your ears. It was better to just do as you asked.

“I’m sorry. I really am.”

“Fuck you.”

Miguel sighed and grabbed his eyes out of his pocket to leave.

What the fuck did you two do?

#spiderman atsv #across the spiderverse #spiderman #miguel o'hara #atsv #miguel o'hara fic #miguel o'hara smut #and miguel is very daddy #and i need jesus

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catherinnn · 1 year

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Exes with benefits

summary: Exes to fuck-buddies to lovers. After a year of trying to get over each other, you meet again purely by coincidence and aren't able to resist temptation. But still, you weren't going to date him again, it was all for the sake of how good you were together, or at least that's what you told yourself.

warnings: SMUT +18, pnv, unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk, degradation & praise kink, switch! Eddie (but mostly dom! Eddie), jealously, alcohol and drinking, language.

words: 5k

Eddie and you had been broken up over a year now. And it hadn’t been your best year, it wasn’t like you spent it crying the whole time, but the expectation of being newly single was different than the reality. You didn’t go out every single weekend and made out with a different guy every night out, you hadn’t had a proper date in months and you haven’t had sex in an embarrassing amount of time. But it wasn’t like it was the worse year either, you became really good friends with Robin and Nancy, who before used to be only acquaintances, you got a raise at the café where you worked, and you really learnt to be more by yourself and actually enjoy it.

That’s why tonight you were going to have dinner out by yourself. You started doing it sometimes to out for coffee and just sat there alone reading, it was so comforting that every now and then you needed it, and tonight felt like one of those times.

“Hello there, can I help you?” the waiter at the entrance said to you.

“Hi, yes, I’d like a table for one please?”

“We will have one available in about 20 minutes, would you like to wait at the bar?” he offered.

“Yes, that’d be great”

You sat at the bar and ordered yourself a drink, it surprised you sometimes how the barmen wouldn’t ask for your ID any longer, did you really look like 21? It wasn’t that you weren’t, because you did turned 22 a few months ago, but you didn’t know if it was a good thing to look your age, your mom had always told you that it was better to look younger than to look your age. You decided to stop thinking about it that much because it could turn into a new insecurity really quickly.

When you got out of your own thoughts for a second and started to look around, you were welcomed by a very familiar face. Eddie was sat at the bar too, a few seats next to yours, you saw him looking at you too and a surprised expression on his face showed up later to be changed by a smile and a hand-wave. You waved back but then saw how he stood up with his beer on his hand and walked over to you.

“Hey!” he greeted you.

“Hi, Eds” It slipped out of you, the nickname, it was what you always called him, but that was while you were dating, you didn’t know if it was too affectionate to use it now, you actually didn’t know anything about how to treat him now, after everything, where you supposed to forget about anything that happened between you two and just act like he’s a friend who you say hello to every time you see him? It wasn’t that you wanted to ignore him but that did sound less awkward than this fake niceties. I guess this is the price you pay after such a long relationship, where the confidence between both of you used to be the biggest you’ve ever had with anyone. After three years and a half of heaven. No one teaches you what to do when a good man hurts you, and you know you’ve hurt him too.

“What were you doing here?” he asks while sitting down on the bench seat next to yours. This took you out a little, was he really going to stay here and talk as if nothing? Have a drink together? You didn’t know how to feel about that, you liked to see him but you had a feeling you shouldn’t like it.

“I just felt like going out for dinner tonight, nothing special, and you?”

“Well, I did make plans with Gareth to come have dinner together but I’m starting to think he stood me up”

“Oh, wait, really?” you laughed.

“Yeah,” he laughed too. “I was about to call him actually and ask what happened, but then I saw you… and got a little distracted” was the comment a little flirty or was it your imagination trying to trick you?

“Oh, well, sorry for the distraction, you can still call him if you need”

“Yeah, will you wait a second? I’ll be right back”

“Yeah, sure” and he went to ask the waiter for the phone, after a few minutes you saw him hung up and walk back to you.

“Well, turns up he’s not gonna make tonight, do you mind if I… stay here with you or is it too much?” he asked and you could detect the hope on his face and his voice. Also his attempt to evade the puppy eyes he gave you every time he wanted something. You thought twice about your answer, you should say no and avoid a potential awkward evening, but at same time you were a little curious.

“Sure, why not? I’d be good to catch up, right?” you gave him a smile and he smiled back, sitting down and ordering more drinks for you two.

The night went on with a lot of more drinks for you two, and fortunately for you, this helped to get out of the awkward phase, but maybe a little too out of the phase.

“Wait wait, but I wanna know, Steve, did anything happened with him after us?” he asked in between you laughter after you confessed you always felt a little jealous over his deals with Chrissy. “Cause I swear, he had crush on you”

“He sooooo did not!” you said trying to stop laughing. “But you know who did had a crush on me back then? Dustin”

“Oh my god, he so did!” he laughed harder. “I remember he used to get all nervous when you came to our meetings, and blushed every time we kissed or when I talked about you”

“Anyway, that was before that bitch Suzie stole his attention” you joked faking annoyance but then when Eddie started laughing your lips went upwards again and a giggle escaped.

And after even more drinks were ordered by the two of you, Eddie had the idea to dance to the great songs the bar was playing, since there was a space to dance and some couples were swinging to the music.

He took your hand and walked over there. Then his other hand went to your waist and yours went to his neck while the both of you laughed at the way you were dancing. Then, he pulled you closer and didn’t break the eye-contact, faces inches away from each other and you think you never felt hotter.

The next morning presented itself with you waking up with an important headache, not really able to open your eyes from all the light in the room. You sat down and slowly started to see more. Like the window on the wall next to you and the Corroded Coffin poster next to it.

Wait, Corroded Coffin?

This was Eddie’s room, you realized.

Looking down next to you on the bed, you saw him asleep on his stomach but his face turned to your side, his hair a mess. You looked down to your body and were met with that the only thing you were wearing was the tangled sheets on his bed, under that…nothing.

Flashes of last night came back to you, the kiss at the dancefloor, the kiss on his car on the way here, all the kisses that were shared from the front door to his bedroom door, and all the kisses that happened after that on his bed, and the memory of those kisses that weren’t only on the lips but on the rest of your bodies who were all too familiar with each other.

Eddie moved next to you, he opened his eyes slowly and was met by the sight of you tangled in his sheets with him, your hair was messy and your neck and chest were covered in hickeys. He smirked proudly.

“Morning” he said with his raspy morning voice.

“Yeah, hi” you responded and started looking for your clothes.

“Come back here, stay a little longer” he pouted and released his best puppy eyes that he had tried so hard to hold back last night when he asked you if he could stay.

“Stay? Eddie, how are you not freaking out about this?” you questioned him.

“What’s there to freak out about? The reason why we stopped doing this in the first place?” he said sarcastically

“The reason is because we broke up! We’re no longer dating so we shouldn’t be doing this anymore” you said seriously.

“Says who? Cause if they felt like we did last night, they’d change their minds”

“Well, I’m not” you stood up and put on your shirt and underwear.

“Hey, don’t go” he asked while getting up and tried to stop you from finding your pants.

“Eddie, this is not going to change because of last night” you signaled between you and him referring to your relationship.

“Why not? You felt it, you were there! You don’t just have that with anyone”

You didn’t answer and picked up you pants that were under the chair of his desk, and put them on.

“We can’t just forget about this” he fought.

“Well, we’re gonna have to try” you simply said and walked out of his house.

The rest of the day followed slowly, you didn’t like it when you were wrong, and you liked it even less when you had to admit that you were, but Eddie was right. You couldn’t stop thinking about last night. The memory of his lips on yours, on your neck, on your chest, on your breasts. His touch everywhere, like the way you could still feel his hands on your hips while you sat on top of him, probably leaving bruises on either side of your hips, you didn’t dare to see, it would just add fuel to the fire that was your body right now.

The next morning you heard a knock on the door, when you opened to check who it was, the person entered your house before you could kick him out. Eddie, of course.

“Please, do come in” you joked.

“Sorry, but I wanted to talk to you, that’s why I didn’t call before, cause I knew you’d hung up”

“You should take the hint maybe”

“Please, just think about it! Give it another chance, Princess, we’re so good together” He walked closer to you.

“I-I don’t know, Eddie”

“Could you forget about last night? Like you said we should” he asked you.

“Well, it’s only been a day-“

“But could you forget about it for even a second of your day?”

“You’re so dramatic”

“Don’t change the subject, princess” he mocked, but he was right, again. And not only did you hate the fact that he was right, that you weren’t able to focus on anything else now, but also you hated the way you could feel your panties get wet at the sound of that nickname he just called you. And also, how pretty did he look begging before?

“You can’t stop thinking about it even now” he whispered and softly pulled you closer to him, really close. “Are you thinking about how this hickeys ended up here?” he made a path with the touch of his fingers from your neck to the valley of your breasts. “Or how my hands felt holding you again, touching you everywhere again? How they held you while you jumped on my cock again? And moaned into my mouth cause we couldn’t stop kissing? How deep I was inside of you and how fucking hot it was?”

He touched his lips with yours to give you time to pull back, but when you didn’t, he kissed you, slowly and passionate. One of his hands on the back of your neck and the other moved down to your ass while yours pulled his hair just how he likes it, he moans into your mouth. He bites you lower lip as he gives you his biggest smirk, you pull him down to you again and start making out with your guidance.

“Fuck” he moans as he pulls out of you and lays down next to you on the couch, both trying to catch your breaths.

“My god” you sigh and pass your fingers through your hair.

He looks at you and smiles. “You look so hot I could do this even one more time” he tries put you stop him.

“We’ve already came three times, give me a rest!” you laugh.

“See what I told you? We’re so good together”

“You sound so cheesy” you mock him and he laughs too. “We can keep doing it, but I don’t want anything romantic, not a relationship, just… two exes… enjoying…how good they are together” you find trouble trying to define whatever you wanted to be.

“Exes with benefits” he jokes.

“Yeah” you laugh.

Thanks to this new agreement with Eddie, you didn’t only get the mind-blowing sex, but also, this meant that you could hang out with the whole group again. In your relationship with Eddie, you became good friends with the kids and you had to admit that you missed them after the break up, but they were Eddie’s friends first and you had to respect that.

But now, when you were certain that neither you nor Eddie would be awkward hanging out, you decided to accept Steve’s invitation to join him taking the kids out for pizza. He had warned you that Eddie would be there too and you let him know that it didn’t matter.

He picked you up telling you that Eddie was in charge of picking the rest of the kids up.

“So, you sounded pretty sure over the phone when you told me that it didn’t matter to see Eddie again” he said keeping his eyes on the road.

“Yeah, don’t worry, I was gonna have to see him again eventually if I wanted to still hang out with you guys, and I felt that it was about time now” you lied.

“That’s really mature of you, I’m not used to that” he joked.

“You’re one to talk” you joked back.

“Hey!” you both laughed. “But you know, Eddie gave me a similar response when I asked him if it was ok to invite you”

“Oh, did he?”

“Yeah, he said that it was only fair since you haven’t seen the kids in a while and they miss you too”

“Ohhh, do they?” you changed the subject so he wouldn’t think about you and Eddie too much.

“Are you kidding? They’re always telling me that you were so much more fun than me” You laughed again.

When you got to there you had to wait a few minutes because obviously, this is Eddie we’re talking about and he’s always late, so after they all arrived, the boys gave you a big hug, it surprised you that Max also came along, she was secretly your favorite, and she knew that.

The night went on great for you, you never realized just how much you missed them until tonight. Obviously, you had to act a little distant towards Eddie, it had to seem believable.

But Eddie was not having his best night, not because you two had to act distant, but because the waiter you had tonight wouldn’t stop flirting with you, every single time he came over to table.

The first time he came to give you all the menu, he would only look at you while he talked, then when after he took your order he winked at you before leaving, he also asked for your name, but only yours! Not even anyone else’s at the table! But what was definitely too much for the evening was when he asked for your number.

It was when you all stoop up from the table and walked to the door.

“Oh, could I ask you just one thing before you leave?” he asked you.

“Yes, of course” you answered.

“Could I- ask for your number?” he said kind of nervous.

“Oh” you were surprised and of course all the group behind you heard, they were probably paying even more attention to the waiter’s question than you. “Sure, yeah”

Eddie could feel the stares of his friends while you wrote your number on a napkin for the other guy. It was indeed an awkward moment for him, but not for the reasons they thought. It wasn’t because his ex-girlfriend was giving her number to someone in front of him, but because his ex-girlfriend with benefits — as you had defined your relationship now — was giving someone else her number and he couldn’t do anything to stop you, not now nor later when you’re alone, he couldn’t just tell you that he was mad because of that, the agreement was: this is not a relationship, this is just fucking. So he just had to swallow all of his jealousy.

But he wasn’t the only one with this problem. It happened a few weeks after, Steve was going to a party some senior was throwing and invited you with Eddie, Robin and Nancy.

The night had started rather greatly, Eddie had come over to your house an hour before the party, said he wanted to "help you pick the outfit" but it was just his excuse to see you dressing and undressing and also modeling the outfits.

"I prefer the other dress, the black one" he gave his opinion from your bed, laid there watching you.

"Of course you like the black one better" you commented remembering that it's his favorite color.

"You look more metal" he joked. You laughed and took the dress off, you could feel his eyes staring at you, and you turned around and looked back at him.

"What?" you asked innocently.

"Come here" he whispered.

You walked to him with a smug smile and straddled him. "Hi"

"Hey, pretty girl" his hands start caressing your legs, thighs, hips, waist.

You lowered yourself on him and kissed him, his hands go to your ass and moves you. You can feel his hard-on through your underwear and through his pants.

"Eds, wait" you interrupted. "We don't have much time, I still have to get dressed and do my hair and make-up-"

"I'll be so quick, baby" He cuts you to then unbutton his pants and lowers them with his boxers, he moves your panties to the side and touches your cunt with one of his fingers. "Are you always this wet for me? Always ready for me to use you whenever I want?"

And you almost moan at his words, you nod your head and he laughs.

He passes the tip of his cock through your folds covering it with your slick. "Ready?"

"Yeah, please"

"Mmmh" he moans as he enters you slowly.

"Ohh" you moan when he is fully inside. He starts moving you up and down on his cock, guiding your movements and honestly that's exactly what you wanted right now, just him using you.

"Fuck, that's right baby, God, feels so good" he groans, you can't stop your moaning as he increases the speed, he grabs your hips and keeps you in place as he stars moving his pelvis up and down, thrusting into you.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, play with your clit, princess, do that for me please" he tells you and you obey. You throw your head back and moan his name amongst some other curses and nonsense.

"Yeah? Are you about to cum, baby?"

"Yes! Eddie!"

His breath begins to uneven even more than before as he enjoys the sight of you jumping on top of him, your tits bouncing in your black laced bra and you pretty face as you're cuming on his cock. He feels your walls clenching around him and that's enough to make him cum inside you, creaming all of your walls and filling you up, moaning and grunting your name.

You laid on top of him, your head on his chest and his hands holding you so you don’t fall, both breathing heavily.

“I’ll clean you up now so you can put on that pretty little black dress, and put on some make-up, maybe that red lipstick you know it’s my favorite, and then we can get going, right?” he asks, you nod your head not being able to form words just yet.

After you got cleaned-up and ready, you got in the car and drove there, when you arrived and walked in, you quickly greeted Nancy and Robin who were later joined by Steve.

You passed the first few hours doing shots and playing games, that’s how you ended celebrating with Robin because you had won a game of beer-pong against two other guys you didn't really know. Then you two walked back into the kitchen to pour yourselves another cup and went to the living room — where most people were. You were chatting and dancing with her when you saw Eddie at a corner of the room talking to a blonde girl, he was laying his back against the wall with her in front of him, smiling, laughing, and clearly flirting.

You tried to ignore them and the uncomfortable feeling in your belly this had caused you. Since you and Eddie aren't dating — you had made that very clear — you weren't going to let yourself suffer or let this give you any kind of reaction whatsoever. You kept dancing with Robin as if nothing happened but every time you glanced over at him again, you could see that they were much more closer that before and she had started to play with his hair while they kept laughing.

Fuck, there's that uncomfortable feeling again.

You wanted to go over there and push her from him, and then ask him what the fuck does he think he's doing. But then obviously, you didn't. You just drank some more until you were properly drunk and danced some more until Steve offered you and Robin a ride home. You didn't see Eddie again that night, luckily for you. Because when you woke up the next morning and started thinking about it again, you came to the conclusion that if you had seen him again while you were that drunk, you would have probably said something that you would now be regretting.

So luckily, you just woke up with a hungover, no regrets and decided that you weren't in any place to feel jealous, he had every right to flirt with others girls, even if it was right in front of you. It's too bad that you had declined the waiter’s offer to go out last Friday, but then again, he wasn't really your type, and you would only be doing that to get even.

Because of course this was all just an attempt to convince yourself that you didn't care what Eddie did outside of your little affair, and an attempt to make you stop thinking about the blond girl so close and touchy with him. But luckily, you were able to ignore that uncomfortable feeling in your gut for a little longer.

A few weeks after that, everything went back to normal for you both, or as much as normal it could be to be having an affair with your ex-boyfriend. So this weekend, after Eddie had told you that he was going to be busy, you invited your friends to sleep over.

"Did he really ask for your number?" you asked Nancy surprised.

"Even after I told him I have a boyfriend, he kept asking and asking"

"What a dick" Robin commented. "But for what I have heard, there's another one who's also having a lot of game lately" she said signaling to you.

"What are you on about now?" you asked her.

"Steve might have told me that a certain waiter flirted with you the whole night and then he asked for your number"

"Oh, god, he’s such a snitch!”

"Not only that, but the waiter even did all of this in front of Eddie" she finally said, Nancy gasped and your face went red.

"And you gave it to him?"

"What was I supposed to do? I can't say no, it would have been so awkward"

"For him! What does that have to do with you?"

"I don't know, it just felt weird"

"And Eddie didn't do anything?" Nancy asked.

"And what would he do? He's not her boyfriend anymore" Robin responded before you could.

"I don't know, it must have been weird for him" Nancy insisted.

"I think he's gotten over it at the party with that blonde girl who couldn't keep her hands off of him" you said before thinking about it, it just escaped off of your mouth. The girls looked at you with a funny expression and you got even redder. "Sorry, umm... should I get more ice-cream? I'll go downstairs to grab it" you quickly offered to change the subject.

What you weren't expecting, neither did the girls in your room, nor the boy climbing up your window to sneak into your room: was what ending up happening.

"Surpriiiii-" Eddie started before he could put his feet on the ground and turned around from your window.

He stopped when he saw that it wasn't you that was on the bed, and the girls who actually were there stared at him with surprise.

When you went upstairs to announce that you only had strawberry left, you were indeed surprised too.

"Hi..." Eddie said nervously when he saw you. "I- didn't know you had company"

"Wwwwhat is he doing here?" Robin asked amused.

"Umm, he's..." you tried while he looked at you as if asking you what to do. Only if you knew.

"Don't try to lie to us" Nancy warned.

"Fuck" you sighed and gave up.

"I'm sorry" Eddie said to you as if ignoring the other girls would make them disappear.

"What are you doing here anyways? You said you had plans" you asked getting angry.

"Jeff canceled, so I thought I could sneak in and surprise you?"

"It would have been very clever to call before!"

"Then it wouldn't be a surprise anymore"

"I didn't want a surprise-"

"Okaaaaay" Robin interrupted. "Stop fighting and explain yourselves"

"Uh, okay, we- are- ummm" you tried.

"Back together?" Nancy tried to help.

"No!" you quickly denied.

"No need to act so disgusted about it" He added.

"I'm not! It's just- what did you call us the other day?"

"Exes with benefits" he said and the girls looked as if they couldn't decide whether to be excited or to laugh at the situation.

"You're both idiots, that's what you are" Robin finally ended it. "Is he going to join us for the sleep over?" She asked you.

"Can I?" He asked you too.

"Ugh, fine" you sighed.

Of course you ended up explaining how it happened and of course you expected them to tell the rest of the group all about the news. What you didn’t know is what happened now, do you keep doing it but without hiding? That sounded a little too serious. So when Eddie met with you at your house again a few days after that, you knew you had to talk.

"Steve and Dustin already interrogated me" he announced.

"I know, Max and Lucas did the same to me" you told him. "I don't know Eddie"

"What?" he asked confused.

"How does this continue? What does this mean for us?"

"Does anything have to change?"

"I don't know... do you want it to change?"

He took a few seconds before answering, like he was debating something in his head.

"Alright, don't freak out, but this wasn't exactly what I wanted from the beginning" he confessed and you did in fact started to freak out.

"Wait, what?!"

"No, no, no, wait! I didn't mean it like that, I just- listen, when I first saw you again in that restaurant I got so fucking excited, I wanted to spend the rest of the night with you, cause if I didn't I got this feeling that I was going to regret it”

"But... you did spent it with me" you said confused.

"Do you remember that I told you that Gareth had stood me up, and that I called him to ask him?" you nodded. "I actually had called him to ask him to not come at all, he had told me that he was running late but I told him that you were in the restaurant too and you were alone and that if I didn't get a chance to talk to you again I would regret it my whole life"

It was your turn to take a few minutes to think, to take in this new information.

“And what do you actually want?”

"I want to get back together. I don't only want the sex. I want a relationship too" he admitted.

"And why did you agree if you knew that I didn't want that?"

"I thought I should take the opportunity, even if it wasn't completely what I wanted, it was still you. That and I was kind of hoping I could make you fall for me again"

You slowly shook your head wondering how you didn’t see this coming, it sounded so… Eddie.

"Could I?" he whispered.

"My God, Munson" you sighed. "You are unbelievable"

He softly smiled and suddenly you ran to him, jumping so he could catch you and take you in his arms. You stared at each other only to make yourself surer that this was the right decision. So then you softly grabbed his cheeks and kissed him.

And after the first news your friends got that you two were having an affair, came the second news that you were finally back together, and with that, a second interrogation from every one of your friends. But this time, they were sure you were doing the right thing.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson blurb #dom!eddie #switch!eddie munson #eddie munson angst

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mirrow-hamato · 3 months

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In the brozone fell au is any of branches brothers worried that something is going to happen to branch in the future?(because in my understanding I’m this au branch is only 6 but I could be wrong)

Oh! It's so nice that you asked, mate!

Actually in first au idea Branch supposed to be 6 years old. But then i changed my mind and now their ages are different.

Like for example:

John Dory - 41

Bruce - 40

Clay - 33

Floyd - 27

And Branch is now 21/22.

About the question. Yes, his brothers really care about him (i would rather say, sometimes he's the only thing that sticks them together. He's their little sunshine.)

First time when Branch get out of the bunker he was 12. But he was accompanied by Floyd and they didn't get too much far away. Branch was "allowed" to walk around in village without being watched only at his 18. But he wasn't too much minding that.

Each of brother really cares about him and sometimes teaching him some stuff.

Like John - climbing/hunting.

Bruce - cooking and etc home work stuff. (After Branch first time told about Poppy he was the one who give him some advices )

Clay - taught him simple methods of self-defense, and he also taught him to read when he was a kid. They both are big fan of detectives and fantasy. (But Clay more enjoys suffering and bad endings meanwhile Branch trying to avoid the sad books)

And Floyd learn him being patient, careful and at same time not being scared of who he really is. Floyd is always the first brother who ready to listen all of his worries and problems. (Also the most overprotective one).

Hope it was interesting! (Have a lil spoiler for the drawing I'm making now.)

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The BAU ruined Reid’s life and he has every right to separate himself from them

He was a teenager when he met Gideon and he had hopes and dreams that had nothing to do with law enforcement. He had PHDs in engineering, maths and chemistry showing that he clearly wanted to go into something more scientific. He said that he wanted to cure schizophrenia by the time he was 25 so he clearly wanted to go into research and lab work

He went to Gideon’s lectures because he was interested and it was at that point that Gideon himself chose Reid to join the BAU when he was around 21/22 years old. I love Gideon, but this was one of the worst things he has ever done. This decision ruined Reid’s life and no one on the team seemed to question it

It’s important to establish that Reid went to Gideon’s lectures because he had an interest in profiling; that doesn’t mean being a profiler was his goal. He gained a BA in philosophy because he found it interesting but that doesn’t mean he wanted to be a philosopher, he’s intelligent, of course he will study things he is interested in because he can

So Reid joins the BAU, and it takes up all of his time. It takes over his entire life. He can’t meet people, and anyone he does meet is instantly in danger just by being associated with him. His only connections are with his older coworkers who all have lives and relationships away from him. He’s in his early 20s and he can’t have any life experiences, his childhood and teenage years were taken from him but now his early adulthood is being taken away too

@mindfullycriminal brought up a really good point on one of my posts which was a moment in season 2, where Reid says to Gideon ‘it’s all I was groomed for. I don’t know how to do anything else.’ He is 25 years old at this point, his life has been endangered multiple times, he’s been kidnapped and drugged and killed and brought back to life. He needs to escape but he can’t, because he’s trapped in this job. He’s done it from such a young age that he has forgotten how to do anything else

Do you know how tragic that is? This is a man who could learn anything he wanted in just a day, who could collect degrees like stamps yet this job has made it so that he has lost the ability to function unless he’s a profiler.

The word ‘groomed’ is really interesting because it gives insight into the fact that the FBI took advantage of him and his interest from a young age; they took him for his intelligence and didn’t once consider the effects this would have on someone so young. They put him into a job that would take over his entire life to the point where he couldn’t leave the job even if he wanted to, because he has become reliant on it

Later, when he’s 30, we see him talking to Emily and he has so many regrets. He talks about how he wanted to do more with his life, about how he wanted to cure schizophrenia by 25 but he’s not even been able to touch that research because he’s given his life to the BAU. He of course doesn’t leave after this, because he doesn’t know how. He has no identity anymore. His entire life since he was barely into adulthood has been this job to the point where he’s SSA Dr Spencer Reid and nothing else. He’s no one’s boyfriend or husband, no one’s father, he can only be his mother’s son when his cases take him to Vegas. The only thing he knows how to be is an agent and without it he’s nothing

Then by season 15, he has been poisoned, shot twice, kidnapped twice, held hostage multiple times, his girlfriend, his one chance of being normal, was killed in front of him and he’s been imprisoned. His character becomes a shell of itself. He’s done, when he gets kidnapped by the cult he doesn’t even try to fight them anymore, he doesn’t even seem scared. He’s spent almost half of his life in a job which has slowly killed him when he could have been following his dreams and having normal life experiences. Everyone saw this happening to him and no one questioned it, they just expected more and more from him and then got standoffish when he would act out because of it

The BAU were a family and they did their best to protect him, but he was a child who should have been finding his own family, he spent 40 years of his life having his life planned out for him and he deserved to get away and make his own path for once

#sorry I yapped a lot #I’m just passionate #criminal minds #spencer reid

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 3 months

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WIBTA if I asked a coworker who works in a different department to leave my partner's family alone. I work at the same place as my partner's cousin's ex fiancee. He is the definition of creepy. To get one reason why I think he's creepy let me tell you that my partner's cousin is either 22 or 23. He's 34 or 35. There is a 12 year age difference, and they got together when she was around 18. The family thought it was okay because, "She has been in worse relationships before." And he's autistic, so a few family members say that he's mentally her age anyways. Which is ablest, I know. But, they broke up before Thanksgiving Dinner due to him telling her to not talk to him for weeks. (But he can text her, she's not allowed to text him. It was very confusing.) And he thought he could show up to dinner unannounced after telling her to not talk to him back. She tossed him out to walk home alone. Before they broke up though, he had a habit of cheating on her with mainly coworkers. He told her that she wasn't enough for him. And blamed her for his cheating whenever she went out with friends or family. That's another reason why I think he's creepy. He's also creepy for explicitly talking about the sexual activities he has done with her around family. Piss, feet, only fans, threesomes, everything. Everyone knows what they did because he doesn't keep it to himself. I also think I'm letting my emotions get the best of me, because he also doesn't keep his mouth shut over how he finds my partner attractive. And making requests for my partner to dress up as sexy characters like Rogue the Bat from Sonic. My partner, who is 21. Younger than their cousin. The person he has known when they were a minor. He also at one point dragged me into their relationship drama by accusing her of using to me and my partner to stalk him at work. (To be honest though, she had a habit of stalking him at work to catch him cheating. To the point where a cop was called to stop her, she got dropped off at a mental health place because she spat at the cop. I sort of understand why he accused me of that. But it still pisses me off that he would drag me into this while barely knowing me at the time. All of that because I asked for my partner to come get me ibuprofen on my lunch, and he happened to cross paths with us at work.) Anyways, point aside. He keeps trying to talk to the cousin, and she keeps flip flopping between rationally knowing that she shouldn't and saying that she deserves him. Even though within a month of breaking up, he asked out 5 COWORKERS to dinner. He is actively treating her like a side piece. But it's obvious she's gonna try getting back with him the moment he can't get anyone to sleep with him. I don't want him in her life again and by proxy my partner's. My partner is scared of him, and I feel protective. Would I be the asshole to tell him to please make up his mind and stay out of the cousin's life. I feel like it would be unprofessional to bring up family drama into work. He has a higher position than I do, and is friends with my bosses. I could risk my first job. But I hate how scared he makes partner.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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sundiced · 5 months

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Quick question: does anyone know what the age differences are between the Bats? I've tried googling it but.

Fact 1: Bruce became batman at 25.

Fact 2: Dick became Robin in about Bruce's 3rd or 4th year of being Batman

Fact 3: Dick was either 9 or 12

So Bruce 28 and Dick 12 (or 9?). Apparently they met Barbara during the middle of Dick's time as Robin, and Barbara was 16 at the time. We know he leaves at 18ish so 18-9 is 9 and 18-12 is 6, so half that time is 3 to 4 years. I'll just say 4 for now. That leaves us with:

When Barbara Gordon became Batgirl: Bruce 32 Dick 12/15 Barbara 16

Dick leaving and Jason meeting Bruce is around the same time, I think, which is when Dick is 18. Or 19. whatever close enough. That's where this gets tricky because if we're basing the timeline's movement off of Dick's age then it's either been 6 or 3 years after the last point. I'm going to go with 3 because the comics are always trying to make their characters stay younger.

Fact: Dick was 18ish when he left.

Fact: Jason was 12 when he met Bruce. So:

When Dick became Nightwing and Jason met Bruce: Bruce 35 Dick 18 Barbara 19 Jason 12

This is now where it gets complicated, because Barbara Gordon was shot at the age of 19, AND Jason died at around the same point in time, at which point this would be less than a year after he met Bruce, so he'd be like 12 or 13. But on another note multiple sources said that Jason Todd died when he was 15. And on a third note multiple other sources said Jason trained to be Robin for six months and was only Robin for a year, which means by calculation that he should've been 13 and a half when he died. So there are three possibilities here.

Jason Todd dies, Barbara is shot and paralyzed by the Joker:

Bruce 36 (if following Barbara's age) or 39 (if following the fact that Jason going from 12 to 15 took 3 years)

Dick 19 or 21

Barbara 20 or 22 (But she's supposed to be 19 when shot)

Jason 13 (if following that he was Robin for a year) or 15 (since he's supposed to be 15 when he died)

Now. Fact 1: Bruce meets Tim about a year after Jason's death

Fact 2: Tim is 13 when he meets Bruce

So Bruce meets Tim:

Bruce 37 or 40 Dick 20 or 22 Barbara 21 or 23 Jason (if he'd lived) 14 or 16 Tim 13.

Then we have Jason's resurrection. This happened either 1 year or six months after he died. So he would be mentally 13 or 15--same as when he died. (And physically. Corpses don't age, presumably). That means I have no idea what the age differences are. Literally everyone in the fanbase seems to set him as like at least 3 years older than Tim, but by calculation they should be around the same age if he was Robin for only a year.

Some other people said that he was resurrected 5 years after he died (might've been in the movie?). But in that scenario, Jason's resurrection would bring him back at 13/15 when Tim has been Robin for 4 years, which means Tim would be older than Jason, which is just wildly incorrect, I've elected to ignore it.

I drew the world's ugliest timeline for reference:

Help???

#jason todd #dc #batman #batfam #tim drake #dick grayson #I googled it for a fic when I was trying to see what grades they'd be in in relation to each other #i thought it would be quick #it was not #and what about damian

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hi! i hope my request will be okay to you rules but im thirst for smth like this ;

y/n is sully, and mated with aonung (aged up obv)

so in the first part they do yfkyn (smut) and in the second part y/n is pregnant and all alone in the shore bc everyone went to fight with sky people. the birth started but there is so much complication so she end so messed up with so much blood coming out from her v and half conscious. when aonung come back he found her and first he loose his mind he was so scared but then he take her to ronal who need to do all the things like sew her and everything - her condition was tragic.

firstly im so sorry for my english (it is not my first language so yeah) but i decided to write because i see that youre aonung specialist 😂❤️

Ma Baby Ma Baby

Warnings: Obv birth, Some tear kinda gore? Graphic for sure.

Ao'nung (22) Reader (21)

Thank you for the request Anon! Sorry it took me a while since i dont typically write Smut i tried making it up with it some more with the rest of the story (Also i was lowkey coughing up my lungs so excuse my tardiness i hope this was okay!)

Finally. was all you can think about as you felt the stinging pain of the tattoo now being painted over your skin. Sure You dint really need to do this Given your darker complexion and the fact that well you weren't really metkayina well... But that didn't matter. You had stated this is what you wanted for you. For him.

"Almost done don't worry"

Truth be told this was only one Tattoo of many you were sure to have. One of your spirit sister, No doubt later came the mate tattoo.

Just the thought sent shivers down your spine. You had never thought this would happen. That you would be Mated to Ao'nung. Truly no you didn't see this coming.

Had you told yourself when you arrived and hated the poor man's guts. Well You'd probably ask you to drown. However now it was different. He had changed along side you.

"How gorgeous you are"

"Oh stop that i just came to show you" You said slapping his hand off of your hip. No doubt some time later you'd see your spirit sister with one too.

"And yet you take my breath away anytime i see you"

"Oh hush. Do you like it or not?" You asked moving your loincloth just a little bit more to show him fully the full thing.

Feeling his hand stroke your inner thigh and beginning to whisper in your ear. "I do"

"Stop that" You spoke slapping his hand feeling the other now rest on your back and pull you into him.

Now you were not much shorter than him. Not by a lot but right now you felt so utterly small, and in a good way too. Feeling him rub against you, the loincloth now rubbing right above your own.

"Ao'nung stop we cant stop once we start"

"Who said i want to stop" He whispered again now pushing you two down at full force. Him atop you feeling you and you in turn him.

It honestly felt like a bunch of little things were crawling on you with the excitement that you felt.

You two never done anything more than hug or kiss. Never taking it too far. You two knew better than doing anything before mating. But maybe it was time to try something new.

"Ao'nung seriously! Your mother and my father will kill us if we do anything right now"

"Its a good thing your worth it then" He spoke. Kissing your neck and lowering dangerously. Feeling his hand messing with your top.

Jake was a very strict father, It was a blessing he even gave Ao'nung the blessing of courting you. But if this went on any more you were sure you'd lose your mate before he even officially became your mate.

You may as well go out together, you thought now pulling him closer to you. You were thankful that right now it was well past eclipse and no doubt everyone was asleep. So if anyone were to see anything, well it was really their fault.

"It seems even you want this my love"

"Oh shut up"

Almost like messy teens trying to get something from each other. You two messed around with the knot of each other's loincloth. before Finally being expose to one another.

You couldn't help but avade looking at him. Before he placed a hand on your cheek making you turn to him. "Look at me my dear"

Taking in a gulp the air now thick with a tension you had only ever heard of. Looking at him fully. His tattoo on his shoulder wrapping around to his back and little over his peck.

"No need to hide now, dont you think"

You smiled letting him feel you. And you in turn touching him.

"May i ?" He asked looking down to your core. If you weren't high on the emotions you were sure you would have slapped him away to not look. But right now you didn't care.

You chuckled now going to sit at his lap. You wetting him and him in turn causing a friction you so desperately wanted right now. Kissing him. So desperate and yet so gentle.

Both your breathes becoming labored as you smelled each other. Kissing his head and then his collarbone before looking into his eyes.

"Take me as you see me"

He took in a gulp. Feeling you. Seeing you and tasting you. It was all he ever had dreamed of.

And with a prayer on his lips he guided himself to your core. The feeling engulfing you two as he bit your shoulder to hold back a growl that he had been holding.

Now exactly nine months later here you were standing and waiting for Ao'nung to return. Just like you had predicted Your parent's weren't pleased to know you two had laid with each other. Not that you had admitted to.

Actually you had a whole four months to prepare for your ceremonial bond. But Ronal wasn't stupid neither was your mother. Neytiri was talking to jake when the suspension came on. You had been eating too much and so she asked Tsahik to make sure of it.

Sure enough your parents. Especially Jake was beyond furious. And by default you two had your ceremony much sooner than expected.

Now To say Jake and Ronal were the only ones who were furious was an understatement. It really felt that Tonowari, Tuk and Tsireya were the only ones that were happy.

Bless Ao'nung for handling your family.

Unfortunately that short lived bliss of being mates was interrupted. Roa had been found dead with her calf. Now you all stood watching as your father told them to warn the Tulkun. You couldn't move. You weren't allowed.

You just waited watching as Lo'ak and Neteyam were now arguing.

It all happened in a flash. You were in the arms of Ao'nung, and then the next you were asking him to be safe in bringing your brother's back.

Taking yourself into your pod.

You prayed. The pit in your stomach now hurting as you felt your breath hitch. You still had a few months to go. But it felt painful suddenly.

"Eywa please please let this fear leave me" you begged. Hand on your stomach as you couldn't even hear the horns sound.

War didn't just hurt those to went to it. Soldiers bled but the innocent stay and suffer that pain.

The silence of the village was what alarmed you. You were completely alone. Perhaps the stress? The emptiness of it all but you felt your water break.

Panic seeped into your heart. It was far too early. Too dangerously early and you were alone. Nobody in sight. Without even thinking you let out a cry unbeknownst to you calling your Ikran 'Ana.

You didn't even know what to do. All you remembered was what little you had learned from Ronal and your mother. You thanked 'Ana for being ever so patient as you pulled at her face and held her there while you went into the water.

Let Gravity help

That's all you were told was your best of friends. And so you did. Feeling 'Ana Grumble and growl along side you. Perhaps too she was scared of what was happening.

You felt the sting. And then the shooting pain. You began to push on instinct too But that sharp burning pain didnt stop. Looking down at the water you saw red.

Blood. A lot of Blood

'help'

it was the only thing on your mind as you finally felt the relieve of the growing tension ease.

But that wasn't the end of it. Yours lungs ached and the bleeding was getting so much worse. Looking at 'Ana you looked at her finally.

"Please..get mom"

That's all you wanted letting her fly off. You looked down again. Placing your hand down to feel. An open wound. And the head of your babe poking out.

Screaming again as you began to push. Feeling yourself get lightheaded. You looked to the open sea. Cries. War. And you were all alone delivering your babe by yourself.

Begging, Silently praying to Eywa as you felt your legs shake.

Ao'nung along side Tsireya was now dragging back a wounded Neteyam. He made a promise to bring your brother's back. Jake Had told him to take him back to shore and that's what he did.

His people Some wounded and some not so much. Some being dragged. To the safety of his mother's healing pod.

And that's when he saw you. He was so sure he didn't let you anywhere NEAR the battle. He was so sure he didn't see you there. But there you were.

He was one of the very first few people back. And there you were laying on the shore. The water around you red.

"Ao'nung!" Tsireya yelled now taking Neteyam in her arms as she saw him run to you.

So much blood. So much blood. Dragging you he saw the cord that now left your legs and he began to search the water. Scared. Terribly scared, frightened to his core to think that something happened to you or the babe.

And then he brought the small thing up. Its movement now erratic before he let out a shrill cry. He wanted to be happy. He wanted to be so happy

But this babe was so so small. So terribly tiny. And you were bleeding.

"Go take her to the pod! Go" Tsireya yelled again struggling to drag ao'nung but noticing some people coming back.

Ao'nung didn't think he just picked you up and placed the babe in your arms as he took you to his mom's pod.

Now he was no healer. But his mom had taught him how to stop the bleeding So while she would take a while to get here He could do what was the best for the meantime.

Jake now stood in front of the pod where you were being taken care of along side Neteyam. He was both thankful and yet Furious with himself that he let this happen.

He looked at his son in law. his face a distant memory of when he let home tree fall. A loss and yet being so lost in thought.

"kid?"

He didnt respond possibly to shell shocked as he waited

"Hey it'll be alright okay?"

"Will she be alright?" He asked like a little kid. Looking at his family and then Tonowari both parents dealing with having to protect their kids.

Before he could speak. Ronal opened the veil of the pod looking at all of them and then her son. "she's alright"

"and Neteyam?"

"He's alright as well. Hasn't woken up yet but is stable. Come" She said stepping aside and letting them all in.

You kept looking at the ceiling. As you had been the entire time you were conscious. Ronal having to stitch you up and while painful it wasn't as traumatizing and enduring labor alone.

You saw Ao'nung and then your father. And that's when you began to cry. You had been so scared and you were terrified as Ronal had not said a word about your baby.

"Shh its okay. Its okay sweet girl" Your father said stroking your head as you couldn't help but cry.

Ao'nung holding your hand before he felt his mother tap him on the shoulder. A small bundle. Barely the size of a healthy babe in her arms.

"He is tiny. Premature. But he is healthy" She spoke watching as all your family now surrounded her and watched.

She was right. Such a tiny little thing.

Ao'nung smiled. Kissing your head as he just held you. "healthy my love healthy"

You couldn't help but laugh a little through your sobs as you felt ronal lay the small thing on your chest. Sure now came the path of having to care for such a premature babe. But you were just glad all that pain. All that panic was worth it. Because as you two stared at your little son. It made it all worth it.

"Welcome to the family little one" You heard Neteyam say next to you. and Oh Eywa. Was it the thing you wanted to hear after hearing your babe cry too.

#ao'nung x reader #atwow #avatar the way of water #ao'nung #aonung x reader #ao'nung x you #ao'nung x y/n #atwow ao'nung #ao’nung x reader

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moongothic · 6 months

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Look I just had to get this out of my system man

I keep on thinking about what kind of theoretical hoops Crocodad would have to jump through to happen in canon and I figured being able to actually visualize the known timeline would help

And that's what this post is about. We have a visual of the timeline. Now let us think about it a whole lot.

Minor notes about the timeline graph; Luffy's birthday is on May 5th and Croc's is on September 5th, so both would get a +1 to their ages by the end of this year in the timeline. On this note, if I am not mistaken, the year Luffy was born Crocodile would've been 27 at the time of his birth and would then turn 28 a few months later. But this is assuming Crocodile is already, at this moment, 46 years old (as opposed to if he was only turning 46 this year in which case he would actually be 45 at this moment, which would further mean he would've been 26 at the time of Luffy's birth and would've turned 27. It's slightly hard to tell what the case is exactly since we don't really get those exact timestamps during the actual story, but I think he's supposed to be 46 turning 47, and that's the assumption this post is written with). (Further sidenote, according the Vivre Card Databooks (appearently), the Strawhats got to Whiskey Peak in February and by late March had obtained Thousand Sunny. Thing is that Luffy was implied to have left on his adventure around his 17th birthday, which would mean that 8-9 months would've passed between Luffy setting out and arriving at Whiskey Peak, and he would've been a few months away from turning 18 already. Which, like, is plausible, but I'm personally willing to ignore this trivia information, not gonna fucking lie)

Anyways, to recap the timeline

We don't know

When Crocodile set out to become a pirate; since he was present at Roger's execution I think the implication would be that he would've set out soon after that, at age 22, but it's entirely possible he might've already been a no-name pirate before that or he could've set out a few years after the execution

When he met Ivankov and if their meeting was like a one-and-done thing and that they never saw each other again until Impel Down, or if that's just when they first got to know each other. (In Iva's own words (in Japanese), they knew Crocodile "during the era when he was still considdered a rookie")

When he got humbled by Whitebeard; it was "soon after" he became a Shichibukai (in Oda's words), but we can't tell if that was like 2 days or 10 months after becoming a Shichibukai

What we do know is that

Crocodile made a name for himself fast "much like Luffy" (in Oda's words); you could interpret that as him causing just a ton of chaos within like a year of entering the Grand Line

He rose to fame and became a Shichibukai in the first half of his 20's (in Oda's words), so before he turned 25?

He supposedly "calmed down" / "went quiet" (again, in Oda's words) for an unknown period of time

By the time he was 30 he was appearing on the news for his heroics; we don't know when he started appearing on the news, just that by this point he was appearing on the news

So I believe the implication is that Crocodile set out on his adventure between the ages of 21-24. If you wanted to push the Crocodad angle, you might want to push it to that 24 (since his Rookie Adventure happened so fast), which would also be around the time of the Revolutionary Army's founding. And while it is entirely plausible Crocodile could've had his ass kicked by Whitebeard VERY soon after his promotion, or it could've been around the time he was like 25-26, if you really wanted to push it for the Crocodad angle. And indeed, we don't know how Crocodile and Iva-chan knew each other. The implication I think is that he transitioned before he rose to fame as a rookie, but he could've just befriended Iva-chan at the time and gotten more well acquainted with the Revolutionaries after his ass kicking and transitioned later. It would just push the "knew him in the era he was considdered a rookie" to an absolute limit, but it would be technically true, just. Kinda pushing it.

And indeed, the Problem Point; Crocodile would've transitioned at age 27 after having Luffy, already a Shichibukai, a public-ish figure.

So if you wanted Crocodad to be canon, either

A) Crocodile being trans isn't a secret, it's something else that Iva-chan tried to blackmail him with B) Crocodile being trans is a secret, so how the fuck did he keep it if he transitioned at 27

If A); Indeed, if there was a scandal about a Shichibukai suddenly transitioning, it would've been like 17-19 years ago. Arguably that would not be something worth bringing up by anyone anymore considdering he had spent at least the past 14 years (pre-timeskip) being a hero to the masses, followed by his warcrimes. Like, it'd be old news. Which would just leave us wondering what the hell the "weakness" Iva-chan mentions really was about (a child, maybe? Or a threat of detransitioning him? Something else?)

If B); Although he was clearly a menace as a rookie as he got himself a relatively massive bounty relatively fast and became a Shichibukai at a young-ish age, we don't know how many bounties he went through before he was offered the position and how he appeared on the news at the time. Like if he went through 2-6 bounty updates before becoming a Shichibukai and appeared in the news A TON it'd feel unlikely he'd be able to keep transitioning later a secret. But if he only had like 1-2 bounties in a short span of time without being photographed too much, it'd definitely feel more plausible. Especially if his OG bounty photos were either shitty sketches (like Sanji's OG poster) or like otherwise poor photos that didn't show his face/features too well. This could also be helped if pre-T (and pre-pregnancy hormones)!Crocodile was kind of androgynous (like Cavendish) and people confused him for a man to begin with On top of this, if Crocodile lost his left hand and got his scar from Whitebeard, if he just went "missing" and then came back transitioned 2-4 years later, he could maybe argue that he was like. A late bloomer. And had hit the gym after Whitebeard kicked his ass. Like yeah he had changed a lot but it's not like there's other Sand Sand Fruit users around claiming to be Crocodile. And it is worth reminding that Iva-chan ability to change people's bio-sex isn't super well known in-universe. So even if people saw him on the news and were like "wait wasn't Crocodile a chick", without knowledge of Iva's abilities people could've been like "no way, surely not, that's not possible". And although the Government maybe could've found it suspicious if they knew about Iva's abilities (which they might've, as Ivankov was a Revolutionary, and their Warlord interacting with a Revolutionary would be sus), as long as Crocodile played nice (which he did, during his Heroic Era) they might've just let it go? (Also if Crocodile was rich at the time he probably could've bribed Morgans to make sure whatever news they published about him didn't ever question his gender or anything)

So all of this to say,

The Most Likely and Most Viable Timeline for Crocodad to be canon would be, approximately;

24-25 Becomes a Shichibukai, gets his ass kicked

25-27 Enters his Quiet Era, Romances Dragon

27-28 Luffy is born, transitions, back to Shichibukai'ing

Of course, this is not an absolute timeline, it's just the one that seems the most viable to me. 'Cause even this timeline is really pushing what Oda and Iva have told us about Crocodile, both the "first half of his 20's" (as opposited to mid 20's), and the "when he was considdered a rookie".

It's pushing it. But it's kind of plausible. And I can't imagine how else it could work in canon.

I do find it interesting though how Crocodile's "quiet era" does overlap nicely with when Luffy was born. Like we don't know how long that era lasted, for all we know Crocodile could've started to get Alabasta like a year after getting his ass kicked by Whitebeard. But it's interesting! And interesting coincidence!

Another interesting note is that 17 is an... interesting number. Like Oda's first one-shot, WANTED! was published when Oda was 17 and that in some ways marks the begining to his adventure as a comic artist. Similarly, Luffy set out on his adventure at the age of 17. A lot of people have been speculating if the God Valley Incident is what caused Dragon to leave the Marines because he would've been 17 at the time. And... It's not quite the same, but if Crocodile transitioned at 27 (as in, started a 'new life', a 'new adventure' as a man at 27)... IDK it'd be an interesting coincidence

Sitenote Re:Missing Kuja Empress

19 years ago, the year Luffy was born, Hancock and her sisters were kidnapped off of the Kuja Pirate's ship when the previous Empress was still the head of the crew

15 years ago the Boa sisters escape slavery and return to Amazon Lily, the status of the former Empress is unknown

13 years ago Hancock becomes the new Empress, the former Empress is presumably dead by this point (as she is said to have died from Love Sickness)

Point being; I reaaally doubt Crocodile is the missing Empress. Like if the former Empress had also been a Shichibukai and had transitioned and was still around, there's no fucking way people wouldn't know about that, right. Like surely they wouldn't say she had died specifically of Love Sickness, right. Like it's not impossible but surely not

#Moon posting #Sir Crocodile #Crocodad #Look I just figured if I want to get this out of my system I should do that before Oda debunks the theory entirely #I know I've posted a lot about this but previously my posts have been just unfiltered thought vomit #And I just wanted to like. Organize My Thoughs and get them out of my system all nice and tidy #The worst thing about this is that at first I look at the timeline and what we know and I'm like ''no way. It's not real''#But then I think about the potential ways to get around The Problem Point and I'm like ''but what if?''#I must smother my own hopes and dreams lest I become disappointed when Oda debunks it #And yet I wish to hang onto hope #I am Boo Boo the Fool #Anyway this has been your Daily Crocodile Meta Post please enjoy #OP Meta

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kooktrash · 2 years

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lover’s revenge | kim taehyung ROCKSTAR AU

summary | you dated Taehyung before he made it big, so it was easy to assume he’d forgotten all about you. but for the past two years you’ve been his muse even after your split. a forbidden love that never faded.

warnings | 13.4k words. rockstar!Taehyung x f!reader, BAND AU, smut, angst, bad parenting [your dad hates tae], age gap [18/21, later on 22/25], family problems, break ups, heart ache, mentions of tobacco, smuuut. cock worshipping, cunnilingus, face sitting, oral [m and f], safe sex, soft sex, floor sex, dirty talk but soft,

visuals: Tae’s band plays music like the neighbourhood and cigarettes after sex type shit

2020

He slumped back, hair falling over his face staring at the garage light above him. He was trying his best to listen to his bandmates. They were going on and on about new music, something that'd help them get a deal. He couldn’t be with you anymore, so there was no reason for him to stick around and stall his future. Getting signed was the only way they could see themselves achieving their dreams. He was feeling conflicted though, between wanting to help his bandmates and his feelings.

In reality though he was just scared to bring back old feelings. They weren't even that old, six months that's all he's had to come back to his old self. It was his way of coping actually, repressing his emotions until they no longer bothered him. The first week was the hardest, he couldn't get out of bed or even shower. He couldn't eat and all he wanted to do was sleep, forget everything that had happened. But then anytime he'd go to sleep, his body would ache missing the feeling of someone else in his arms.

The second week it got a littler better. He was responding to his friend's messages again, being more focused on practice, and eating at least one full meal a day. He still aches for your touch but he was able to hide it better behind packs of cigarettes and alcohol late at night. His friends stopped asking him how he was doing and he stopped showing how affected he still was.

As time went on he got better at hiding it. There wouldn’t be any awkward silence when it was his turn to speak, or people walking on egg shells around him. Every now and then when he'd be laughing over something and suddenly he'd struggle to hide his sudden change in emotions. He'd think about your laugh, when you’d laugh so hard that you wouldn't be able to breathe anymore. You would hold your nose, trying to silence yourself from making the screeching noise that came out when you laughed. Or how you’d get cute lines on the side of your eyes. Then he'd think about what made you laugh, and how usually it was because of something you said or did.

So when they asked him to try and write again he was originally distraught. How was he supposed to write songs like how he used to? Writing about love and adolescence but now he couldn't write about that. How was he supposed to write about being in love or feeling happy when he felt the complete opposite.

Anytime he thought about writing he thought about you. How you left him or no, he left you? He could never really understand which but it didn’t matter. He missed your kisses and touches on his skin. The warmth you brought when he'd hold you in his arms late at night after sneaking into your room. Your pretty smile and photogenic features always picture perfect on his cameras. Or their arguments where tears would be running down your face and his voice would become too hoarse because of the constant yelling back and forth.

But he tried writing again, and he couldn't help that all he could write about was you, he just didn't know how much it'd change his life.

It was easier for you, at least during the day. You’d spend all your time studying, paying attention in class, going out with classmates, anything really. If it could distract you long enough to not go through your old pictures, you did it. Your friends didn't ask how you were doing anymore, you were obvious with how you felt. You were better, or at least they thought you were l. Behind your smile you’d find yourself unable to hold back from thinking about him.

How he'd sneak into your room through your window late at night after you would get into a fight, and he'd have the biggest pout on his face trying to butter you up into letting him stay the night after your parents went to sleep, they never liked him. You’d think about how he'd lay on top of you, head rested on your chest as you played with his hair listening to him hum a new sound asking if it was good enough for a song on his mind.

Or when he'd have you sit between his parted legs, arms wrapped around yours, hands holding as he helped you try and find the G on the guitar. He'd kiss your hair when you’d cheer for finally playing something audible even if it was just two simple notes that'd have you giddy between his legs and arms.

It's been six months already, you should be at least a little moved on by now. You’ve started University like your parents wanted. You’ve made new friends, you should be moving on now. You weren’t. He was your first real love. You still thought about him late at night alone in your bedroom. How he used to sneak in and bring snacks so you could eat them on the roof of parent’s house watching the moon and talking about your future together. You were twenty and in love. Had been for two years already. Since you were eighteen, that’s when you met him. He was the cool musician guy working at the record store. He was a couple years older, just 21, but your parents hated him for dropping out of school. It didn’t make you love him any less.

You were trying to get over him though, you’d look whenever your friends would tell you there was a cute guy interested in you, you’d message and hang out in group settings but emotionally you weren’t ready at all. Not when someone would give you a smile and all you could see was Taehyung’s cute little boxy smile. How he'd grin so wide whenever you’d cheer at every band practice.

But it was only six months ago, and you were together two years during your most vulnerable years.

2021

You’d been in the middle of a drive to your friend's house. At first you couldn't recognize the sound, something completely new, but the soft melodic voice began singing. It felt like everything was spinning, it took everything in you not to go down on your brakes and stop the car instantly. The rain thudded against your window, you slowly drove off the main road, parked to the side of the street trying to get a better listen. You could be right, right ?

Turning the music up, you listen carefully to the song playing on the radio.

Kim Taehyung was playing in the radio. He’d made it.

It had been an entire year already, struggling to even think about anything but him for months, like a broken record constantly putting the thought of him in your brain. And on a day where he hadn't crossed your mind yet did the music play. You could spot his voice even if he was muffled by thousands in a heartbeat.

It was too engraved into your brain to forget. How could you forget the gentle voice that used to sing to you on a late night? You’d be in his arms hearing him him lightly feeling the vibrations of his chest as you rested your cheek on it.

The late afternoons by the bridge where the two would sit, bags spread out along with pens and notebooks content with watching you study. His straight posture as he asked you to listen to yet another idea he had, lyrics flowing out in a soft melody each time. You don’t think you could ever forget what his voice sounded like, especially not playing in high volume in the small car of yours.

It was the only thing keeping him from returning to his old ways. He'd spent so much time trying to distract himself with anything possible just so he wouldn't think of you. He'd write about things like your warmth and your future or the past, but it'd always come around about you. About your smile and how it'd make his chest ache each time he was the cause of it. Or the smell of your lavender shampoo stuck in his nose all day after holding you in his arms all night.

And he sang about love, or heartbreak actually. The thought of never finding anyone like you again, and he missed you and wished to hold you in his arms. How it wasn’t your fault you didn’t work out, he didn’t blame you for leaving him. But another second would pass and he'd sing about how he hated you. How he never wanted to see you again and he hoped you weren’t doing well but only because he was angry. Sometimes that he was sorry, that he wished he could be the person your parents had wanted for you. And his songs would become angrier as time went by. They wouldn't be as soft as the one you’d heard in the car.

They wouldn't be about missing you and always loving you but instead about how you hurt him too. How you let your parent’s decide the fate of your relationship. How you didn’t fight hard enough. How you left him behind too. Songs about wanting to break girl’s hearts and get back at them. So the band's image did a huge 180 degrees from the soft love struck image they had to this darker version of rock, smoking, and sex.

The image of what your mother warned you about, turning him into what your parents hated. Almost like it was his own way to express his pain and his change, he wasn't the same boy he once was. Hell always remember what they told him, “You think you’re good enough for our daughter? A dead beat musician who can barely even take care of himself? Y/n is better than you, she always will be and you’re a sorry excuse for a man.” He remembered wanting to tell them off. You were twenty, you could make your own decisions. They acted like it was wrong for them to be together.

Your phone rang, you struggled to find the want to get back on the road and leave to your friend’s house. Digging around the console you found it, pushing it to your ear and lowering the volume of his singing voice to answer.

"Hello?" You said through the phone, holding it between your cheek and shoulder as you turned your signal light on and motioned to try and swerve into the lane.

"How are you?" You stopped, car honking behind you as you pulled back into your lane. The voice from the radio speaking softly through the end of your phone. "Y/n?"

Without thinking, you hung up, chucking the phone onto the empty passenger's side, biting your lip nervously as you finally got back on the road. There was nothing to come out from receiving a call from him. You couldn't even find it in you to answer. As much as you wanted to talk to him you knew you wouldn't be able to control yourself. You’d want to crawl back into his arms like before and forget everything that has happened since then.

But he was still confused, holding the phone in his hand looking down at the blank screen with a tight jaw. His fingers tightened around the device, inhaling slowly as his tongue poked against the inside of his cheek. He threw the phone on the bench, standing up and hiding his face in his hands.

He was an idiot to think you’d care about their debut. To think that maybe if he snuck off from practice to smoke a cigarette and call you, you’d actually stick around and hear him out. At least he knew he wasn't blocked, but he couldn't tell if that was for better or worse. You answered, you knew who he was, if you didn't you wouldn't have hung up on him so quickly.

2022

It was almost taunting you, his image staring back at you like you were still the only two people in the world. That wasn't the case though, and you’ve no reason to really be upset but you were. He was off living his dream, doing what he's always done and you felt bitter about it. The image of him smiling widely with his arm around his bandmates like he was the happiest kid in the world. The woman on his side fitting the image of the group perfectly. You wanted to blame him for leaving you behind but you couldn’t. He didn’t leave you behind, you left each other. No one was more at fault than the other but fuck did it hurt.

You didn’t care about his fame other than that you were happy for him. It’s what he’d always wanted and you’d gotten in the way of it for too long. That’s why when he called you after their debut you didn’t say anything. He had to live his life and you had to go live yours.

“You have to!” He whined dragging you along behind him, “The place just opened and we’re lucky to even get in tonight. Namjoon got us early admission since BTS is performing!”

You looked to Jimin, a pout on his face as he yanked you along. He couldn’t understand what the big deal was. You were his close friend and you couldn’t even spend his own birthday with him? Like come on, he can’t even understand what was the problem all of a sudden. How was he supposed to know that you did not want to see the band BTS perform? They were his favorite band! He didn’t know you had pictures of you with the lead singer from years before? His arm thrown around you, lips pressed against your cheek, large smile on your face.

“Fine, we’re here anyway,” you let him drag you to where your other friends stood waiting for you, “I’ve never met a birthday boy who plans his own birthday. Come on!”

A smile spread across your face as you went to your friends. It’s fine. By the looks of the line, the new club will be packed especially with the band performing tonight. Apparently close friends with the club owner, Kim Seokjin. “It’s my fucking birthday!” Was the first thing Jimin shouted when you all made it in.

You kept to his side, hiding a little. You couldn’t risk being seen even if the chances were slim. He probably wouldn’t even recognize you. Your hair was different, your style was different. You weren’t the same person he was with. Plus, he was a big time celeb now, he probably had more things to do than worry about his ex girlfriend he dated when he was younger. Maybe you were just being super conceited thinking he’d still think about you every now and then. Or hopeful, maybe.

“Let’s go get him a drink,” Namjoon told you and you nodded. You looked to your friends who surrounded Jimin taking orders before you left. Namjoon was a close friend of yours, they bother we’re actually. Jimin and Namjoon were both your seniors in college until they graduated. Jimin had a shared requisite course with you and that’s how you met. Namjoon was part of a tutoring program and he became your friend through that. The other such as Jieun, Heein, and Yuna you roomed with them in college before you moved out. You don’t talk to anyone from before going to the University and maybe it was for the better.

“I’ve still never met anyone who would rather plan every little detail of their birthday than let someone else,” you laughed lightly as you waited at the bar. You were thankful for Namjoon at the moment, he always had a way of sending something was wrong even if you didn’t tell him what. His presence was calming enough. He just laughed finally catching the bartender’s attention, “He’s a perfectionist when it comes to celebrating himself.”

“Four shots of…” you weren’t paying attention fully. Namjoon was smiling warmly at you that you didn’t notice what was going on around you. When the bartender spoke again, “Need a little boost for the stage tonight?”

You froze at his words. The stage? Not wanting to turn, you let your eyes wander off to the person standing next to you, scared to see who might be standing next to you. It was a guy with black hair, tattoos and piercings. He must’ve caught you looking because he sent you a wink. You didn’t react, eyes flickering behind him to the stage where stagehands were getting equipment ready. The stranger’s brows furrowed as he glance over to you again. Did he know you from somewhere? He didn’t bother hiding the fact that he was looking, letting his eyes trail over your features longer than necessary. When they set a tray of the shots in front of him, the bartender telling him they were on the house, he turned to you.

“Hey, have we ever met before?” He asked suddenly looking over to you. You looked back to him, Namjoon preoccupied with paying to notice and your brows only scrunched together in confusion. Was this some rockstar pick-up line? “No?”

He forced a smile on his face, “Right sorry.” And he left. He did know you from somewhere, or he’d at least seen you before. He walked back to his bandmates, shots for them all, “I’ve got the drinks!”

“Took you long enough,” Hoseok was the first to say something smiling at him as he set his drumsticks down. Jungkook paid him no mind as he stared ahead at the lead singer, “Tae, mind if I borrow cash for a tip? I don’t got any.”

Taehyung shrugged, motioning over his shoulder where his wallet was in his bag. Jungkook handed the tray to Hoseok as he went over to their pile of things. He dug through Taehyung’s bag until he found his wallet. Inside it was the usual stuff, he kept rummaging though. Hidden between some punch cards he found it. A small, wallet sized picture.

A picture of a woman. A woman with a lazy smile and half glazed over eyes. She was in a messy bed cuddled into bed sheets with a small puppy in her hands. It was then that Jungkook noticed that it was you. The one he’d just seen at the bar is the same person Taehyung kept hidden in his wallet. The only reason why Jungkook even knew of this photo is because of the time he meant to steal a couple bucks from his hyung, dropped the wallet and the picture slipped out. He wasn’t sure what to do, should he tell Taehyung who he just saw?

But then he remembered the time he asked his hyung about the mystery girl, Taehyung had gotten mad and stormed off. As if summoning him too, a hand snatched the picture and wallet out of his hands, “What the fuck are you doing?”

Jungkook looked up at him, “I—Tae—“ he took a deep breath, “Who is that again?”

“None of your business,” his voice was sharp, mean almost and he shook the thought, “Nobody, it doesn’t matter.”

“Hyung, I think I…” should he tell him? He shook his head, he shouldn’t. But he had to. He didn’t know that much about Taehyung. He barely joined the band a year ago but his band mate was always quiet and on his own. He never seemed into anything and always out of it. Did this person have a say in it? Is that why Taehyung still carried this picture around despite how sensitive the topic was. No, he had to say something. He’d feel guilty if he knew and never spoke up about it. For better or worse, Jungkook just saw the person Taehyung keeps hidden in his wallet.

“That person in the picture,” Jungkook swallowed the lump in his throat.

“Alright guys!” Sungha, their manager cut in, “On stage, come on. Okay, Taehyungie?” Taehyung didn’t listen to her, Jungkook had to say something about you and he needed to know now if it was gonna piss him off or not.

“She’s here, I-I just saw her—“

“Alright let’s go!” Yoongi smiled widely, high off the thought of performing but Taehyung didn’t react.

He couldn’t stop his voice from cracking as he pointed to your picture, “H-Her?” Jungkook nodded, “At the bar.”

You were here? You came? You actually came to one of their shows? He knew this was a smaller performance, just fitting this little favor into their schedule for Jin since it was his opening night. He spent so many shows in Seoul searching for someone in the crowd who wasn’t there and now you were. Did you know he was here? Did you come alone? No, definitely not. Who goes alone on a Saturday night to a opening night for a club? Did you come with friends? A boyfriend? Probably. Why would you be single anyway? Not like you’ve been waiting for him.

“Come on,” Jungkook tried pulling Taehyung but he shook him off. Taehyung shook his head, “You’re telling me… her? You saw her? Here? Tonight? Where, tell me where is she?”

“Tae come on man!” Hobi put his hands on his shoulders leading him onto stage away from Jungkook. Jungkook just followed, maybe after the performance Taehyung could explain what’s going on.

“Holy shit they’re about to perform!” Jimin shook you, arms around your waist trying to lift you up in his excitement, “Fuck, someone get me a shot!”

“Here, here,” Jieun laughed as she handed him more alcohol. You rolled your eyes laughing as your best friend got shitfaced for his birthday. You refused to look to the stage but you could hear the cheers all around you.

It wasn’t until his voice spoke up, the same deep, calming voice speak through the mix. The same voice that used to sing to you in the back of some shitty truck parked by traintracks. The same voice that’d whisper in your ear, I love you.

You couldn’t. You couldn’t do it.

Taehyung’s eyes had been racing over all the faces in the poorly lit club. He was going to find you, no matter what.

The music began, he could hear Hoseok behind him counting down to start but he was frozen in place. He was going to find you. You weren’t in the front, or the right, or the left. He could barely see the back but he knew you had to be here. He just needed to see how you were doing. And like a miracle happened, one of the set lights ran through the crowd, that’s how he saw you and you saw him. Your eyes met for the briefest of moments before you were moving. No, leaving.

“I’ll be back,” he couldn’t stop himself from getting off the stage. Ignoring his manager and bandmate’s he was leaving, going after you. He tossed the mic to Jungkook and as if his band mate understood he was taking over. Sungha reached for Taehyung as he made it backstage but he moved again. He was going after you so he had to hurry.

Shit, he saw you. God was this so fucking weird. What if he thought you were stalking him. What if he thought you were bitter or not over him? You apologized to your friends telling them you just needed a breather. You walked to the back down the long hall where the bathrooms would be. You didn’t know that it connected to backstage until he was intercepting you. The light above you flickering, too dark in the tiny hallway.

Neither of you said anything, all you could both do was take in the other person’s features. He looked differently, obviously older than the last time you saw him when he was 24. His face was more structured, sharper and masculine. His eyes were still hooded over, lazy almost unamused but you knew that wasn’t the case.

“Y/n,” it came out just above a whisper. He looked over you. Your hair was different, your face a little more soft. Your glossy lips slightly parted, your dress fitting your curves perfectly. Still so damn beautiful.

You took a step closer, you had to. You hadn’t seen him in two years. It’s crazy how affected he made you. He looked great. When you took a step forward he did too until you were standing directly in front of each other. He wasn’t thinking when he did it, just took you in his arms, pressing you against him enjoying the feel of your arms wrapping around him. He took a deep breath of your hair, same lavender scent. He wanted you closer, no, needed you closer.

“Taehyung, Tae—hey,” you cupped his face in your hands forcing a friendly smile on your face, “You look amazing. You guys are amazing, wow.”

“Then why are you trying to run away? I’m sorry, I just had to see if it’s you.” Taehyung shook his head, “I know you don’t want to see me but I just needed to see how you were doing. I’m sorry, I’m sorry for—“

“Taehyungie! There you are!” Sungha came over quickly, arm slinging around him as she smiled widely, “I was wondering what happened.” She looked over to you; eyeing you up and down with distaste. Another groupie, she assumed. You looked down at the way she clung to him, the same girl in the pictures. Right, of course he’d moved on. Silly enough to think he wasn’t over you yet, but you could say now that you still missed him. He still mattered to you, you couldn’t escape him. The band plastered on billboards, bus stops, commercials.

You took a step back and immediately Taehyung grew anxious. No, you weren’t done yet. He pushed Sungha’s hand off, “Wait, do you still have the same number?”

You looked up at him as did his manager. Shaking your head no he sighed, “Y/n… please.”

“Tae everyone’s waiting for you,” Sungha caught in. Look, she didn’t care who you were. Taehyung had a show to do and she wasn’t going to let some groupie ruin their image. “I’ll call you,” you told him looking down at the floor.

“Here’s my new number,” he took your phone as you handed it to him. He put his number in and called himself. He wasn’t going to risk giving you his number only for you to never call him. He needed to be able to reach you two. You said a single goodbye and turned away.

He stood still, staring after you as you walked down the dim hallway. No, he couldn’t let you go yet. Not yet. He let himself slip away from Sungha again as he followed after you, “Y/n wait.”

You stopped, your hands were shaking a little so you hid them behind your back as you turned to him again. He stood in front of you, “Come backstage, please?”

“I can’t,” you answered quickly, “I’m here with some friends and we’re celebrating a birthday. He’d kill me if I ditched on him.”

“They can come too,” Taehyung pointed out, “Sungha, make sure security lets them through, how many?”

You looked to him feeling somewhat uncomfortable. You probably shouldn’t. Not because you didn’t feel anything for the guy, it’s because you still felt everything for him. Even after two years of being broken up you still care about him so much. You should tell him it’s alright, that you have his number now so you can catch up another time but the hopeful look in his eyes made you pause. You missed him. A lot.

“There’s six of us,” you tell him as you began taking a couple steps back, “We’re kind of a lot.”

He smiled shaking his head, “That’s okay.”

When you left Taehyung had gone back to the band. During a short break he was able to switch places with Jungkook again and sing up front. A smile stretched across his face because you were here right now. You didn’t hate him either, which is what he always thought. You embraced him like he’d done you and for a split second he could act like nothing ever fell out between you two. He ignored Sungha’s questions and concerns because they didn’t matter. She was his manager and you were his ex girlfriend, who do you think he’d be more willing to hear from?

After the show ended Jimin was so hyped up. He was shaking you by the shoulders beaching out more lyrics even as the DJ took over and you couldn’t hold in your laughter, “Well do you want to meet them birthday boy? They’ve invited us backstage.”

“Shut the fuck up!” He squeezed you again, “I could kiss you right now. What are we still doing here?”

And you let your friends excitement mask the slight tinge of anxiety you felt. Taehyung looked happy to see you and it made you feel awful. Awful for not answering his calls, awful for not congratulating him on his accomplishments, awful for how things were left. You don’t think you could ever forget the look on his face when your father cornered him.

‘Listen kid, I know guys like you,’ your father had said, ‘And I know that you are nothing but trouble filling my daughter’s head with these crazy idea of yours. If you want to throw your life away because you think you can make a name for yourself I don’t care. But you’re not letting her go down with you. She’s got a bright future ahead of her and being with you will only ruin her.’

‘Sir, I would never let Y/n down, please—‘ ‘You stay away from her, okay? If I see you anywhere near her again I swear to God it will be the last time anyone sees you again.’

Of course Taehyung hadn’t listened then. How could he when someone was trying to take the love of his life away? He knew your family was controlling, and intimidating, but he didn’t care. You were all he had, he’d never leave you willingly, right?

‘Y/n, please don’t do this. I’m not scared, I don’t care about what he says to me. I want to be with you and I know you want to be with me too,’ he’d snuck into your bedroom later that night. Your parents had gone out for dinner and a movie. He tried and tried to get you to see reason, ‘I know you’re worried, but I’m not. As long as you love me I don’t care what anyone else says.’

‘Tae it’s not that easy, you don’t know him. You don’t know what he’ll do to you. I’m just asking for some space until I move in to the dorm—‘ ‘You want to hide our relationship?’ Taehyung asked taking a step back, ‘Is that what you really want?’

‘Run away with me,’ he’d begged, hands reaching for yours as he tried pulling you into him, ‘I can get us both tickets to wherever you want to go. Once the band and I start getting some gigs I will be able to pay for your tuition so your parents won’t have to. We’ll find somewhere cheap to live in the mea—‘

‘Taehyung! Listen to yourself please,’ you took a deep breath, ‘I—I can’t. Why can’t you just give me a couple months to let things settle? I love you but I need some space, just until I can move out and then we can be together again without having to sneak around.’

‘A couple months?’ He scoffed, ‘Y/n, baby, please listen to yourself. What happened to not caring about what your parent’s had to say? We’re supposed to be a team, support each other but it’s like you’re giving up on me.’

“Hey, are you okay?” A hand came down to your lower back. Snapping out of your thoughts you looked up to Namjoon, he had a concerned expression as the two of you caught up to where the others were headed backstage. You’d been thinking about Taehyung, about one of your fights. You tried to smile back, hand on his back reassuring him that you were okay as well as leading him on with the others, “Of course, just a little tired.”

“These are the friends?” A voice spoke from behind you. Turning quickly you stared at Taehyung who’d snuck around the stage to search for you. His eyes traveled down to the hand on your lower back and the man on your arm. Without thinking you pulled away, as if you being with Namjoon would give Taehyung the wrong idea. Which idea exactly? You forced a smile onto your face, “Yeah, er, like I said we’re a lo—“

“Holy fucking moly you’re Kim Taehyung!” Jimin quite literally barreled past you, stumbling in his step, “I’m a fan. A big fan. Such a huge fan, wow you guys are grea—hey! It’s my birthday!”

Taehyung glared down at Jimin as you reached out to hold him back. Jimin just threw his arm around you, pulling you in to plant a kiss on your cheek that reeked of alcohol, “H-how do you know him? Have you been holding out on me Y/n?”

“We used to date,” Taehyung was so forward about it as he pushed through your friends to get to the front. He led you all inside while you tried to ignore everyone’s betraying eyes. Jimin, drunk as he was, didn’t care to hide his questions, “What? You mean to tell me, you, my oh so loving best friend has dated a rockstar! And didn’t even bother telling me when it’s my birthday!?”

“Well, technically it’s not your birthday anymore,” Yuna pointed out staring at the clock that read 12:04am. Jimin glared at her as you all followed Taehyung, Namjoon close behind you.

Taehyung did the introductions for you, introduced all of the band to you and your friends even though you’ve already met Yoongi and Hoseok before. They gave you shy smiles, remembering the times you watched them practice. When he was sure they were all busy talking amongst themselves he went back to you. You’d been standing back just watching it all unfold staring at the same tatted man from earlier with the piercings. He came to your side, “Can we talk?”

“How’d you know I was here?” You asked him going back to him. Your voice was just barely above a whisper so he leaned in to listen, or so he says that’s the reason. You two were far off from the rest of the group and he gripped the metal railing for the staircase behind him, “Jungkook told me.”

Your brows furrowed. That must’ve been the other guy.

And as if on cue the guy had come up, smile on his face, “You see, I knew I knew you from somewhere!”

“From where?” You asked him. You stalked Taehyung’s socials even if you didn’t follow each other and he didn’t have any old posts with you at all. You turned to Jungkook and he just smiled, “You’re in his wallet. I always wondered if that was his gi—“

He gagged, Yoongi’s arm locked around his neck as he pulled him back, struggling to do so, “You always talk so damn much.” He glanced back to you, “It’s nice to see you again Y/n. You’re not a kid no more.”

You first met Yoongi when you were 18. He was one of Taehyung’s older friends who knew how to play every instrument and produce any sound possible. He was always quiet and to himself, but he enjoyed having you at their practices. Gave them an audience. He also remembered how broken Taehyung had been when you two broke up. He just didn’t know Taehyung carried a picture of you in his wallet. He wanted to say that you and Taehyung should be together but he’s no so sure. Taehyung had been completely destroyed when you left, or well when he left. He didn’t want him to go through that again.

You looked to Taehyung who only glared after Jungkook as the younger was dragged away, “A picture?”

He reached into his back pocket taking his wallet out. He pulled out two punch cards where a picture laid between them. You stared down at it, heart squeezing for a second. He kept this? He printed it and kept it in his wallet? For two years? “Tannie,” you mumbled smiling a little as you looked at baby Yeontan. The picture was from a time you spent the night over at his place, you cuddled his dog and the running joke had always been that you were his momma. You looked up at Taehyung, he was already staring.

“I missed you.”

You ended up leaving with Namjoon and Jieun by the end of the night. Their manager had gotten fed with you, you’re sure of it, and had already tried to get everyone to leave. Taehyung didn’t want to go yet, asking you to come back to him but you didn’t. He asked you to call him then when you got home but you hadn’t done that either. You needed a minute to think.

He tried calling you the next couple of days but you didn’t respond. You just needed a day or two. He didn’t understand.

You thought he hated you. His music hasn’t been all that loving. He had reason to hate you too, the way you left him at the last second, when your father got home to see you getting in a car with him.

‘Dad! I’m sorry, okay?’ You’d shouted after him as he stormed off to Taehyung. He pushed him, shoving him to the ground and standing over him. You pulled and pulled on his arm but he gripped Taehyung by his shirt, ‘You don’t listen, do you? What part of stay away from my daughter do you not understand?’

‘Dad! I’m an adult, I can make my o—‘ ‘Shut up and get inside!’ He looked down to Taehyung, ‘Get out of here.’

‘Y/n,’ Taehyung had called out to you, lip busted as he reached out for you but your dad just dragged you away. With a cry you shook your head, ‘Just go, please.’

You remembered it so clearly. The pain in his voice as he called after you. Your texts telling him how sorry you were. His begging, telling you it’s okay. But it wasn’t. It wasn’t okay that you couldn’t be together. He knew it wasn’t. He knew he couldn’t put up with this any longer so when you told him it’s best to break up he agreed even if he didn’t want to. He’d prayed you’d rethink it and ask him to come back to you but you never did. So he left.

taehyung: if you never wanna hear from again just tell me

you: I just needed some time

you: I’m sorry

taehyung: it’s not your fault

taehyung: nothing has ever been

you: you got hurt bc of me

you: you should hate me

taehyung: I could never

taehyung: believe me I tried

taehyung: when can I see you again?

You ended up meeting up with him a couple days later. You invited him over to Heein’s place when it was just gonna be a few friends. He arrived a little later than others so you went down to fetch him. “Are you sure this is okay?” You had asked him once again as he followed you up the flights of stairs, “I don’t want to get you in trouble for going out.”

“It’s fine,” his smile was warm as he cautiously brought his hand up to your lower back letting your lead him into an apartment filled with chaos. Yuna and Jimin were wrestling over the Bluetooth speaker, Jieun was wiping up some spilled drink, Namjoon was covering his ears to avoid Heein’s unnecessary screaming when her favorite KPOP group appeared on tv.

“Act normal! Act normal!” Jimin shoved Yuna off as he took a seat on the couch, one leg crossed over the other taking a deep breath as he looked at Taehyung, “Why hello again Mr. Rockstar? Funny seeing you here, don’t mind the mess.”

“Stop talking like you live here,” Heein told him as she looked over to Taehyung, “Come, come. There’s drinks in the kitchen, we are about to play some card games.”

Taehyung looked over to you nervously but you just winked. He smiled now following your lead inside, you offered him a drink which he gladly took and joined you on the couch. The guy he’d seen you close to, Namjoon, kept glaring over at him but he didn’t care. He didn’t care who that guy was or what he had to do with you. He was just happy enough to possibly have you back in his life, it meant you still cared about him too.

Jimin led the card games anything that could get everyone drinking more or talking more. When it turned into a question game they seemed to all be directed at Taehyung. Taehyung who let his leg brush against yours any chance he had just to feel closer to you. It almost felt like the old days, when you’d be surrounded by friends laughing along with Taehyung, being made fun of for being so in love. He’d bring you closer to him, give you a kiss and smile against you because he really did love you. If only he could do that now, but not talking to each other for two years definitely put a strain on what you used to be to each other.

“So, how does it all work? Going on tour and stuff?” Namjoon had asked him shuffling a deck of cards, “Do you get breaks?”

“Yes, we are on a break now for a couple weeks then it’s off to Europe,” Taehyung told him honestly, but he really wished not to say anything at all. He didn’t want it to ruin his chances at reconciliation with you. He’d stay here forever if you asked him to. He looked to you waiting for a reaction but you just took a drink from your cup.

You looked up at him, lip pulled between your teeth nervously. He wanted to pull it out, tell you not to bite your lip because he loved it so much. You should know this. “So where are you staying? Do you have a place? Do you stay at hotels?” Heein asked him.

“I have my own place.”

“Okay, since nobody else will ask, I’ll ask,” Jimin took a deep breath as he looked between you two, “So what’s the story here? I gotta say I’m pretty upset my best friend kept this a secret from me. That she not only knew, but dated, a member of my favorite band.”

Taehyung looked to you again, what was the story you wanted to tell? You didn’t say anything for a moment, “We met a few years ago, when I had just finished high school. He worked at this record store my friends and I used to like going to. One thing led to another, we went on a few dates and then we got together.”

Yuna was the next to speak, “So wait, then why’d you guys break up? It couldn’t be that bad if you’re still hanging ou-ow!” Jimin poked her to shut up. You looked at Taehyung.

“We just wanted different things at the time,” he cleared his throat looking around, “Where’s the bathroom?” Jimin pointed down the hall and he excused himself.

His reflection stared back at him, taunting him almost. Asking him what the fuck was he doing. Why was he here right now? What did he really want to gain from all this? Was he looking to at least be friends again? Would he even be satisfied with that knowing the way your lips felt against his? Or how much he missed having someone to hold late at night. He wasn’t celibate or anything, but he never found the comfort in other people’s arms like in yours. Would he ever be satisfied with anything less than your love for him?

He turned the faucet on, cupping his hands under the warm water before splashing it on his face. Was he too stuck in the past? He dried his face off combing his fingers through his hair as he left the bathroom.

“Are we still getting brunch with your dad tomorrow?”

“I’m not sure, I’ll ask him.”

Taehyung froze, hidden away in the shadows of the hall he stopped. That was Namjoon’s voice and yours too. That meant Namjoon knew your dad, talked to him, hung out with him. And it meant your dad liked him. Why else would he be invited out? Taehyung would’ve been lucky to even get a hello every time he’d go over. It was always mean looks and glares, the occasional threat or degradation. Sometimes his ass laid out on the pavement if your dad was feeling extra bold and drunk.

What did that mean? Namjoon, was he into you?

He went on, walking back to where he’d once been sitting and waiting quietly for whatever else was to come. He looked over at Namjoon who just smiled, knowing almost. Knowing that he’d soon be replacing Taehyung’s door in your heart and pretty fucking happy about it. You reached for his hand on instinct, “Hey, how are you feeling?”

“Good,” he lied looking up to you, “Tired but good.”

“So Taehyung, I’ve been wanting to ask,” Namjoon spoke up, “Is, or has, Y/n ever been one of your song inspirations? You write a good amount of the music, right? Or was your relationship not too important?”

Taehyung glared down at him, a light scoff leaving his lips, “Well, she’s the inspiration for all my music, now too.”

“Fuck you that is so romantic,” Jieun pretended to cry against Jimin who just pushed her off his shoulder teasingly, “I want a guy to write songs about me.”

You didn’t say anything. Was that really true? The songs of his that you’d heard, had they really been about you?

“Every single one of them,” Taehyung spoke as he looked at you directly as if reading your thoughts. He’d always do that. You looked back to him, “Are you tired of their interrogation?”

“A little.” At least he was honest. Mostly he just wanted to get out of her and talk to you alone. Maybe you’d be able to really discuss what happened and where you are now. That’s what he really wanted.

He’d asked you over to his apartment later on. You both got in his car and he drove off. He walked ahead of you, picking up clothes and shoes off the floor covering his face in embarrassment, “Sorry, we just got back and I haven’t had time to unpack. Here, er, take a seat I’ll get you a drink.”

You nodded heading to the living room but you didn’t sit. You looked around, eyes skimming over the artwork. The framed albums and guitars, the random abstract paintings and photographs. The apartment was big, new and definitely expensive. You were so proud of him. Compared to that rundown studio he used to take you to this was an upgrade.

“You cold?” He asked coming over and setting a tray with glasses and a wine bottle on the coffee table. He went to the fireplace and began to turn it on. You looked down at the fluffy black rug under your feet and wiggled your toes in it. When he was done he let himself drop to the run sitting on the floor and pouring glasses. He looked up to you nervously, “You’re not gonna sit? Sorry, it’s warmer down here by the fireplace.”

You just smiled and sat down next to him. He looked over to you again, shy smile on his face as he handed you a glass and you thanked him. Shyly, he cleared his throat, “I um, I didn’t get to explain myself the other night, for the picture I mean.”

“It’s just, well, um, it was the day I got Yeontan. He was just a pup and well, I took the picture and I didn’t have that many of him, or you, and I guess I just never took it out,” he breathed out nervously, “It’s weird. I know. I’m sorry.”

“Where is he anyway?” You asked looking around sporting the dog toys but no dog.

“Probably napping in my closet.”

You smiled watching his nervous hand come up to brush a stray hair out of his face, “I was surprised.”

“Yeah.”

“But look at this,” you reached for your cellphone, the dark case popping off with a simple push and inside a paper slipped out. You handed the old slip to him and he looked over it with brows furrowed. It was a sketch. A poorly drawn heart with a smiley face inside, a few flowers around it and faded handwriting that read, ‘-Taehyung’ on it. He flipped it over, the back had more but this time it was your name doodled everywhere with his.

He smiled, heart feeling light as he thought back to that day.

‘How much longer?’ He’d asked you doodling on a random sticky note. You were currently studying for some summer course, he was hanging out with you. You sat under a tree letting the shade block the harsh sun and he’d taken one of your textbooks to use as a clipboard while he doodled. When you didn’t give him an answer he reached into your pencil pouch and pulled out a sharpie. A mischievous smirk played on his lips as he grabbed one of your legs that had been on his lap and took hold of your converse. Quickly he drew a messy heart with your initials and his on it.

‘Hey!’ You yanked your foot back just as he’d finished the date and looked down at your foot. Cute. He flashed you a smile and held up the sticky note, placing it on your forehead. You huffed taking it off and looking it over, “Cute, give me five and then I’m done. And no more writing on my shoes.’

‘Give me a kiss and I’ll stop.’

He held the sticky note now feeling a sense of relief. Good. He wasn’t the only one who couldn’t fully let the other go. It gave him hope, almost. He licked his dry lips, “Listen, I just, I think I should be honest with you.”

Uh oh.

“I was mad with how we left things,” he confessed, “I felt like we couldn’t get on the same page and like nothing was working out for us. And I just thought that it was because you weren’t trying hard enough. Like I wasn’t worth a fight with your parents and that was unfair or me. I blamed you when it wasn’t your fault and I regret it so fucking much. I tried calling and texting you to see if we could ever be anything again even if it was just friends but you never answered.”

You took a deep breath sliding your legs under you, “I’m sorry. It wasn’t right for me to ignore you but it was my fault. If I only just… if I just stuck up for us and told him nothing bad would have happened to you. I regret never speaking up for you—“

“He’s your dad,” Taehyung sighed, “I was expecting you to go against him, that wasn’t right of me.”

“Everything he said or did to you wasn’t right.”

He reached a hand out to you, pushing your hair out of your face, “I would’ve put up with so much more if it meant we could be together. It killed me being away from you. It still does.”

“I thought you were happy,” you were being honest with him now, “I thought that if I tried talking to you it’d be like opening old wounds. Or that you’d hate me or like I wasn’t letting you move on. I mean look at you, look at what you’ve become. Your dreams came true and I couldn’t bring up the past.”

He shook his head scooting closer to you, “You’ve always been my dream too, don’t forget that.”

You shook your head ready to protest but he continued, “You’re really the reason why I continued music. You’re the one who always pushed me to try my best and I guess hearing your dad say I’d never be good enough for you made me want to prove him wrong. I wanted to give you a life that you couldn’t even imagine. That’s why I kept going until I forgot why I was doing all of this.”

It was quiet. Neither of you knew what else to say or where to go from here. All you knew was that you liked the way his fingers ran over your ankle lightly brushing against your skin. Caressing you like he used to as he dipped a finger along the rim of his glass, “So, uh, Namjoon. Y-ou… that’s the kind of guy your dad wants for you? I overheard earlier, brunch tomorrow.”

You sighed, hand reaching out to hold his, “I don’t care what he wants for me anymore. I learned from my mistakes.”

“Yes but, are you seeing each other?” He bit into his bottom lip. It’s fine. Like ripping a bandaid. Just tell him the truth. Tell him if he has a change again or not. You held his hand tighter, “What are we? What do you want us to be?”

“Friends?” More, he thought. He needed to be cautious, try and ease into your life again. You looked into his eyes, “That’s it?”

“No.”

His eyes searched yours for a hint at what you wanted him to say. What truth you wanted him to tell, and with a deep breath he told his own, “I want to be with you, I never want to be away from you again if we don’t even get to talk. I know we haven’t spoken in so long but I’ve missed you every day and have just been trying to forget. I don’t want to forget us Y/n. I told you then, and I’m telling you now. I am so fucking in love with you, and I have always been. I want to say that we can try and be friends but it’s not enough, it will never be enough for me.”

“Leaving you back last time was the hardest thing I’d ever done. When you told me to leave I was so fucking hurt and mad, I don’t ever want to feel that again,” he kept going, “And I’m scared that just being friends will kill me but I can’t stand the thought of losing you when I just f-found you again.”

A deep breath, eyes closed, “But if you just want to be friends, I’ll do it. Just please don’t go.”

All you did was smile. Your silence was torture. He needed you to just say something. Tell him what you wanted him to do. If you didn’t want him in that way anymore, if you wanted him to get out of your life. If you loved him still. Please, just show him where your head’s at. You leaned forward, he watched closely as you approached him. His heart raced, eyes wandering down to your parted lips. And with a sigh he let his lips meet yours.

You both melted into the kiss, crumbling down onto each other. His hands were quick to reach out for you going to your waist. He was on his knees leaning into you for better access, the kiss was electrifying. The tingly feeling he’d missed returning to him just being here with you right now. He could stay with his mouth on yours for forever.

Moving your hand from his shoulder, you cupped the back of his neck and pulled him deeper into your mouth. Taehyung let out a desperate sounding noise and it sparked something hot inside of you, pushing him back so you could climb onto his lap. You whimpered when his fingers dug into the softness of your waist and he used that moment to dip his tongue into your mouth. Quickly you were dipping your head down and running your own tongue along his, drunk on the heat and taste of him. You missed this. His movements were swift, expert to the feel of your body, his hand running up into your hair and the other sliding down to your bottom while your legs wrapped around his waist. He held you up even if he was struggling not to fall back onto the floor. When he squeezed you there, bringing your body to press fully against his, you moaned. You pulled back to catch your breath. Looking back at him, you smiled at just how swollen his lips were and how messy you’d made his hair. You let yourself kiss the corner of his open mouth hearing him gasp as you trailed your affections elsewhere.

Heaven. You were, this whole thing was just heaven on Earth. Your lips on him again, kissing down that little spot under his jaw that you knew drove him insane. Making his eyes rolls back when your hips ground down against him a little. His hands where they should be, planted on your hips, keeping you in place. Your hand in his hair yanking his head back so your lips could crash onto his.

“Ngh,” with furrowed brows he deepened the kiss, never having enough of you. He felt hot against you, breathing roughly through his nose just so he wouldn’t have to pull away. Your other hand was under his chin, holding him close to you as if he’d slip away. His neck stretched up chasing after your lips.

“I don’t think I can live without you again,” you confessed shyly, gasping when his mouth left wet, hungry kisses along the expanse of your neck. His hands were groping at your clothes trying to bring you even closer, your chest against his with your legs straddling his lap.

“You won’t have to,” he sighed out trailing his hand up and down your back, “I don’t want you to.”

You wanted to be closer to him. Show him how much you missed him too, let him know that you couldn’t just be friends either. It’s not like you’d be the first person in the world to go back to your ex. You wanted to grind your bodies together until you remembered what it was like to be one.

You reached down between them, fingers skidding over his shirt, pushing him back until he got the hint to lie down. Taehyung sucked in a breath, tensed his stomach in anticipation, remembering the way your hands on him felt. With a smile, you let your fingers dance along the fabric as you hovered over him. The sight below you just beautiful. This man. This wonderful man who was willing to wait and forget whatever happened between you two just to be together again. How could you ever forget about him? Move on from him?

“Is this okay?” You asked, scared that maybe you’d gone too far by kissing him first. His eyes were half shut but he was nodding his head eagerly, in bliss from just making out with you. He usually took the lead between you two but having you on top of him was making his mind wander off to what had changed in this department for you. You lifted his t-shirt, kissing along his rib cage while your hand caressed over his stomach and sides, “What about this?”

“Fuck Y/n, yes. Yes. Yes. It’s perfect,” he sighed out letting his head fall back, “Just keep touching me. It’s been so long.”

His breath hitched, stomach tensing once more when your hand slipped down the hem of his clothing, trailing along his pelvis and thigh. Then trailed back up to the dip of his navel, just above the wet tip of Taehyung’s fast growing erection. You still had such an effect of him.

Your lips met his again, a hand coming up to your face and pulling you closer. You took the opportunity to go on, hand curled over the

hard length carefully. Taehyung released a gust of breath and tilted his head up for another kiss.

It was sloppy, eager tongues and pliant lips and gently scraping teeth. It was moans passed back and forth with increasing urgency. It was too good to stop. You broke away, smearing your lips across his jaw and groaning into his neck. “God, you’re so hard,” you murmured into warm skin. “I could worship you.”

It wasn’t far off from the truth. He was harder, thicker, than you could remember and he was here with you again. You let your fingers tap against the wet slick leaking from his slit and massaged it over his tip and as much of his length as you could. Your hand stretched wide around his member as you gave it a single, careful stroke that left Taehyung wanting more.

You wanted more, wanted to feel the heavy weight of it on your tongue. Have him wriggling on this rug by the fireplace for more, more, more. You pushed off, tugging on his shirt and pants for it to come off all while taking your own clothes off. Taehyung moved quickly to rid himself of clothing. Instead of taking over, he just fell back into the plush rug, vibrating with excitement for more. He missed you so damn much he’d take anything you gave him right now.

With your hand, you traced down his hard chest, tweaked playfully at a nipple, then slid your fingers over the soft muscle. You scooted back and Taehyung lifted his head, eyes bright with hope. You pulled against the hem of his briefs, which he’d oh so excitedly left on just thinking about you ripping them off him, and let your finger graze against his hardened cock until in pointed lewdly at the ceiling. You leaned down, eyes locked onto Taehyung’s—a steady gaze that said ’watch me worship your cock’.

Your tongue slipped out flat, and Taehyung attempted to bite back a whispered—whimpered—"Y/n…“

You pressed against his tip, slipped your tongue over the weeping slit, and rolled it around the reddened head, once, twice. You sank your mouth down, letting Taehyung’s girth part your lips until they hugged around his member. You couldn’t hit it in and moaned—hungry for more— you reached between his legs and palmed underneath where his balls were. They were always flushed against his member, close to releasing all the tension.

Slowly, you pulled away. You brought your hand to rest on his thigh, soothing him and let his cock slip from your mouth while your head fell against his thigh.

“Are you sure you want this again?” You asked nervously, ghosting your fingers along the prominent veins of his shaft.

Taehyung arched up, a moan slipping past his lips. “More than anything else in the world I want you.”

And that’s what had you back on his cock, mouth sucking him, wrapping your hand around the girth and stroked once from thick base to leaking tip letting him slip out of your mouth before pummeling back onto him. Taehyung shuddered, a single curse falling from his lips with a gracious rumble—fffuuuuuuck.

Whatever didn’t fit was stroked again—one slow pass over the length of him. Then again. With the tip just barely in your mouth, you began to suck, as if to milk him, lips squeezed around him. Slowly, as if unsure, Taehyung rolled his hips into you. When you offered no resistance, he did it again—thrusting into your mouth a little more, hissing at the glide of your hand at his base.

“Fuck, s-such a good girl,” he whined, moans rumbled through him, growing louder, higher. He was now fucking into your mouth in quick jabs, chasing his climax. You could feel the twitching pulse of his cock.

“Come, baby,” Your voice was soft, like a melody, “You deserve it.” You let your free hand go down again, squeezing lightly against his balls.

Taehyung cried out, hips up pushing you flush against his pubic bone. He came hot and hard in your mouth, pulsing out thick ribbons until he shuddered with over sensitivity. His own hands running along his bare torso as if it’d calm his racing heart. And when you pulled off his length, swallowing hard his cum he stared at the mess drooling out from the corners of your mouth and all he could think about is how he wanted to do the same to you. So he reached for you, not caring about the cum hanging off your lips, and smashed his lips against yours.

“Want you to sit on my face,” he moaned tasting himself on your tongue, “Please, fuck, just fuck my face.”

Just the idea of it makes you moan. You nod your head, as his hands find your hips guiding you up his body. He pulled at your underwear, ordering you to remove your bra too as he moved you where he wanted you. It started off slow, licks down the crease of your thigh, so close and so far away from where you need him. He scrapes his teeth down the sensitive thin skin, sucks a mark on your inner thigh. He’s humming at the feel, your soft thighs providing warmth to his ears like it’s cold outside—well it is.

“You’re so wet,” he let some of the slick drop onto his face only making this more lewd. How could you not be after having him in your mouth?

You could never forget how much you love the way he touches you, reverently at first. And later demanding and hungry, the gentleness gone as he takes you apart expertly. You will never get enough of the greedy way he takes everything you give him.

You’re drawn out of your thoughts by the feel of his tongue finally sliding over your clit. You cry out, clutching at his head, you’d palms skid over his hair by accident and tug as you shiver.

He licks over you quickly, vibrating your clit before working his way down, his tongue siding inside you, fucking in and out slowly guiding your hips to ride his face. You push back against him as pleasure courses through you. Your whole body is lit up. You start to shake, the gentle stroke of his tongue right down the middle of you feeling wonderful. “Oh.” Your head falls back with a moan. You shiver as he does it again and again. One long swipe after another along the open center of your cunt. Your hips start to rock, your knees slipping until you’re pressed firmly against him. You feel him moan against you, the vibration sending a fresh wave of heat right through you. He was enjoying this. You tasted so damn sweet.

His hands slide over your thighs, his fingers rubbing and pressing at the muscles before moving up over your stomach to cup your exposed breasts. There’s a reason he wanted your bra off and on the floor. His thumbs brush back and forth over your nipples, until suddenly he pinches them hard.

“Fuck!” You grits out just as his tongue pushes into you. You grind against him, your body wracked with one hard shudder after another. His tongue is fucking up into you, lapping at your pussy like a starved man, his finger pinching and pulling at your nipples and you’re so fucking close already, rubbing at you from every angle and you feel every single flick of it. He keeps it curled in, as he begins to fuck you with it. You’re struggling to balance yourself as you ride his tongue, his nose hitting your clit every now and then. You hear a low rumble from him and it vibrates his tongue. You nearly scream as another shudder works it way through you.

You feel it coming like a tidal wave. Your whole body goes tight, shaking uncontrollably, your breath stuttering out and then you lock down on him, one hard convulsion after another as you wail his name. He keeps you in place, arms thrown around your thighs watching you fall apart above him hearing the chant of his name slip from your pretty lips. He laps at your release, wanting more, more, more.

It took you both a moment to bounce back from that, but with Taehyung’s cock hard again from having you squirm on him was making it difficult for him to be patient. When you got off of him he made sure to kiss your shoulder lovingly while you fell down next to him. Tender and soft, “Do you want to stop?”

He hoped not.

You shook your head, smiling so lovingly at him as you brushed some sweaty locks off his forehead. The rug underneath you felt so hot you had no idea how Taehyung has been fine just lying there. You kissed him gently, “Condom?”

“Shit,” he muttered as he moved you off lightly. He was on his feet, naked and running toward his bedroom—where you should be having sex right now instead of the floor but who cares. He rummaged through his things searching for one and after a couple minutes he returned. You looked down at his naked body, laughing a little when you caught sight of his hard dick, “Couldn’t wait?”

He shook his head sending you a cheeky smile as he rolled the condom on himself before even getting back onto the rug. He leaned over you, your arms flying around his neck as he met your lips with his, groaning a little at how needy it was. He couldn’t believe he had you again, right now in this moment. It made it feel like the last two years without you never happened and you were always together. His arm snuck underneath your arched back and pulled you flush against him. With one swift movement, he had you up flipping you over so you were on top sitting over his hard cock.

You whined a little at the sudden pressure against your sensitive pussy, unwrapping your arms from around his neck to push up against his chest.

He kissed along your arms as you unraveled yourself with him sitting up straight. He smiled, “You are so beautiful.”

“Mhm,” you giggled letting your hair fall over one shoulder. Biting onto your bottom lip Taehyung felt his cock twitched a little, hands on your thighs waiting for you to move. You pressed down, “What do you want? Hm?”

“Ride me,” he sighed out eyes locked on the way your cunt just barely hovered over his erect member, barely grazing over it, “Like you did with my face pretty girl.”

Barely within seconds your hand was slipping down to your core where his member was, you lifted up using your knees for support until you could line him up with your entrance. Taehyung tried being patient, letting you go ahead and take the lead but when your cunt pressed against his tip, slowly taking him in, he couldn’t take it. You gasped suddenly, nails digging into his chest glaring down at him. He had pushed himself all the way inside of you.

"God- fuck-!"

You hissed, resting your hands down on his shoulders before sinking your nails down into his skin.

"Shh, it's alright. Just breathe, okay? Breathe,” he groaned, taking a second himself to get used to your tightness. How do you still feel so goddamn right? “I’m sorry baby, it’s been forever.”

Taehyung sighed, rubbing your waist to soothe the pain down a bit. After about a couple minutes of just waiting there, taking in the size of his cock letting him stretch you all over again. How did you used to take this every day before? You decided to give a little test move, pleasure coursing through your body.

"Oh- god..!" You gasped, not noticing how your body started moving on its own. The feeling of Taehyung’s hips grinding against yours only piled on more feeling to the already intimate feeling. His lip was pulled between his teeth, brows furrowed in concentration letting his hips buck up into yours. Your nails in his skin only working to push him further. He wouldn’t last.

Rocking your hips more, he hissed, Taehyung was practically dying to go rough on you. The strong hands that were once around your waist are now around your hips — a tight grip on them as you felt yourself slowly sliding off to where his tip was still inside you. The sudden feeling of his member slamming back inside sent you on an emotional roller coaster.

He smiled, calming down enough to only be going slow but rough on you. He wanted you to feel all of him, every last inch to remind you what it was like for him to fuck you. Treat you like the good girl you are.

"P-Please-,” you whined out, letting your knees and his hands do more of the work to lift you off his cock, “faster. Fuck, you feel so good."

You gasped out through moans, placing your hands on his chest for support.

"You feel so tight,” he spoke through gritted teeth, feeling yourself getting lifted up and slammed back down- hard too, “I guess I gotta get you used to me again.”

He bent his legs so that his knees were up and his feet were flat on the floor dropping you forward. Your hands slipped off his chest and you came down, hugging him now.

Your hair fell all around him as he thrusted up into you. His free hand came around to the back of your head locking you in place keeping you from moving. “Cum for me, I wanna feel you get even tighter,” he muttered out lips brushing against yours before you bent lower to kiss him. He was practically bouncing you in his hold and with his grip tight behind your neck all you do was wiggle your hips.

“I’m never letting you go, not again,” he growled flipping you over so that he was on top. His pace was brutal, quick sharp thrusts into your heat bringing you on the brink of release, “God, you feel so fucking good. All for me, right?”

“Yes, yes, fuck Tae I’m—I’m—“ he pushed into your cunt to the hilt, keeping you in place and with one final grunt he was letting go, you followed suit, trembling, legs tightening around his waist and he breathed into your neck, teeth scraping against flesh.

It took a minute or two for you both come down, he carefully rolled off of you and yanked the condom off. You looked at it watching the thick glob of cum dribble out. Without saying anything he yanked a throw blanket off the nearest couch and laid it over you. The cold from winter air already taking over once the heat of your bodies dissipated.

He leaned in peppering your skin with kisses making you smile when his hands trailed up your arms. You turned on your side, the night had been long and your body was already feeling sore. He wrapped an around you pulling you against him snuggling close as he whispered by your ear, “I’m gonna write a song about how good your pussy is.”

By morning you both were rudely awoken. Sleeping on the floor after some fucking was not as fun as you thought it’d be. You searched around for your cellphone fighting off Taehyung’s tight grip and pushing your bed head out of your face. He grumbled in his sleep turning away from you as he struggled to wake up. Eyes half closed you answered your ringing phone finally shutting off the god awful sound, “Hello?”

“You haven’t called me today, and I wanted to see if we were still on for later with Namjoon?” Your father’s voice spoke. Instantly your heart dropped as you checked the time. Good. You still had time. You looked back to Taehyung who was rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with tight fists. With a deep sigh you said, “I’m not going.”

“Well a heads up would’ve been nice sweetheart. Please remember that Namjoon will only put up with your attitude for so long,” your father went on. Rolling your eyes at his words you couldn’t help but smile at the same time as Taehyung slipped his arm around your naked waist moving to lay on your thigh, kissing you softly. He looked up at you wanting to hear what you’d say. He had an idea on who might be on the phone.

“Daddy, I’m with Taehyung.” You bit your bottom lip nervously. Taehyung’s heart raced at that, he hid a smile by nibbling against your thigh feeling his heart about to explode.

It was silent, your father’s voice came out low, “What?”

“I’m with Taehyung, and I’m not going to break up with him,” you looked to him for reassurance and he just took your hand kissing your knuckles nodding his head, “And it’s fine if you don’t like it because I’m an adult who is capable of making my own decisions.”

Your father laughed. He actually laughed. “You’re fucking done, don’t come to me crying when you’re done with him.” Click.

Your heart dropped. What? You pulled the phone away, that’s it? A text appeared immediately.

dad | pack your shit and get out of my apartment

dad | you wanna throw your life away for scum like him so be it. but not living off my money that’s for sure

You couldn’t help the tears that began to form in your eyes. Taehyung looked up at you clearly alarmed. “Hey, hey, baby,” he brought you close into a hug, “Hey, it’s okay. Look, I—I go on tour again in about a week. Come with me. You’re on break aren’t you? Maybe you can talk to your professors into letting you do it online? You can pack up your stuff and bring it here. It’ll be our place from now on.”

You shook your head, crying now, “No, I can’t. What if, what if you regret being with me again a-and you realize that I’m not worth all the trouble an—“

He cupped your face, “Baby I would never, please you’re scaring me,” his voice cracked as he grabbed the blanket wrapping it around you, “Let’s get in the shower, relax and then we can talk things over. But I already told you, I’m not leaving you.”

He helped you up, your silence making him feel uneasy, “Did you hear me? I-if you don’t want to lose your dad, that’s fine. We don’t have to—I mean—I know how much he means to you and I would never make you choose. S-so if you want to call him back and tell him you made a mistake I won’t get mad.”

You looked up to him as he struggled to say the words. He didn’t want to let you go but he didn’t want to be reason why you lose everything. He loved you too much to see y—

You hugged him, crying into his chest, “I’m not leaving you either.”

“Oh thank God,” his arms tightened around you, feeling your form against him. Out of the blue you released a giggle through your tears. His brows furrowed, did he forget you’re crazy? Weren’t you just crying? You laughed again as he wiped away tears, “Sorry it’s just, we’re butt ass naked crying.”

He laughed, arm slipping under you and lifting you up bridal style, “Let’s get in the shower, you stink.”

“Hey!”

Shortly after he mumbled, “I’m your daddy now I guess.”

“Shut up.”

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ok y’all it’s not the best but it’s not the worst and that’s a win for me. I wanted more rockstar Tae but it was just too much to write and I don’t wanna do a second part

so maybe might do some drabbles. but here’s a moodboard I made while driving.

also if you don’t get the title

basically just saying that even if someone wanted to separate them, they were still gonna come back to each other this time much stronger and in love than before :)

#kpop #kim taehyung #Taehyung smut #bts #bts smut #taehyung au

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