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Get a little X where he always likes to bite the inside of your thigh

Getting DAVIS tattooed just under your panty line so he goes feral every time he eats you out

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Just found a Folio fic I was working on last March in my draft that I had to abandon. MY SHAYLAAAAA

I abandoned it because another writer posted a fic that was similar and out of respect I decided to just ditch it. I still think about the fic idea every time I listen to too sweet by hozier tho

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Fuck I love the Ukrainian Cabaret🩷

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Okay I’m having a cute little Noah thought

Noah being the gentle person he is, loves to be gentle with you because it’s what you deserve. He loves when you cuddle up against him with the same reason of “because you’re warm.” He’d lay his head on the top of yours, and just drag his fingertips up and down your back, knowing it’ll put you to sleep since at some point you’ll end up fighting sleep to stay awake with him a little while longer. Noah just wants you to get some rest because he knows how hard you work between school and/or work. You’re his baby and he loves you

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You’re worth falling for🩷

Best Friend Noah and he sends you this

LMAO ENJOY THIS BELOW🩶🫶🏻

Warnings: smut, p in v, swearing, my grammar, unprotected sex, female masturbation, noah walking in on reader

Parings: Best friend Noah! x Roomate Reader!

(Sorry I haven’t wrote in forever, I finally felt like I could finish a draft 🫶🏻🩶)

Noah was restless. Day after day you were on his mind, and he always had to hide his raging boners from you every time you were around.

You were roommates. You both moved in after he heard you complaining about how you felt like your landlord was spying on you. Noah took it upon himself to offer you to move in with him free of charge.

Everyday you’d wake up in one of his t shirts that were too big for you with nothing underneath. You’d be making breakfast and Noah would act like he didn’t see but in reality every time you bent over he got a full view of your ass and pussy. It had his cock raging.

Endless nights of hearing you pleasure yourself making yourself cum to his name especially, thinking he was asleep when really he’s right there on there other side of the wall pumping his cock.

At one point both of you were so busy you’d send text to each other. Every thing was silly between the two of you, nothing was really taken seriously until he sent you a meme that made your stomach flutter and your pussy ache.

“Bouncing on it once or twice never hurt a friendship.”

You read the meme. It was obviously a joke but the thought of it made your mind spin. His cock deep inside of you, his hands on your waist, the moans and whimpers between the two of you made you start to spiral. You had to leave work early.

You told your boss you felt sick to which they let you leave for the day. You bolted to your car throwing yourself in a driving yourself home to your roommate.

Noah was sitting in his studio recording a beat for a song they were working on releasing when he hurt the front door open followed by the sound of your heels.

You weren’t suppose to be home for another 3-4 hours. Noah got up out of his chair to see you, to make sure you were okay. He knocked on your door waiting for a response.

“Yes?” You replied, making him crack the door open slightly to you just in a t shirt now.

“Are you okay, you came home early?” You wanted to tell him that you were aching for his cock, but maybe it wasn’t good to put this on your friendship he had to mean it as a joke.

“I wasn’t feeling well.. I’m sorry.” You apologized to him, for making him worried about you. You really just wanted to get off and use your vibrator and get these dirty thoughts out of your brain.

“You’re okay Angel you just had me worried.” Noah closed your door and walked back to his room.

For hours Noah heard your vibrator going off and the sound of your muffled moans went straight to his raging boner making it hard for him to focus. You liked his message and giggled at it, but he wasn’t really meaning for it to be a joke. He wanted you as much as you wanted him and the both of you were just waiting to see who would crack first.

After hearing another breathless moan of yours Noah was on his feet to your room. He didn’t even bother to knock this time, knowing that in a few seconds he’s about to change everything between the two of you.

Noah scared you slightly walking into your room taking your vibrator out of your hand, making you cover up around him. You thought you might of bothered him from being too loud, now feeling embarrassed you started your words to apologize to him.

“I-I’m sorry… I’m being too loud-“ Noah cut off your words.

“I’m so damn horny around you I can’t even think straight.” He cut you off, looking back at your pleading eyes, for any sign of doubt what he might do. You both stared at each other before giving him a nod as confirmation that you wanted this with him.

Noah took the blanket off your covered body now leaving you exposed to him in just his over sized t shirt you stole from him. He was on-top of you in an instant.

Your lips were both glued together. Breathless moans and dry humping filled the room. He made you feel hot and pleasured all at once, finally satisfying your craving.

He pulled away from your neck looking for your eyes. “I wasn’t joking about that meme. I want you to bounce on it.” Noah implied, as he flipped both of you so he was laying down underneath you now.

Your hands went to his shirt pulling it off him leaving his exposed chest to you, followed by his shorts he was wearing trying to hide his raging boner under them making you smile at how worked up you had him.

Noah’s soft groan as your hand ran over his boxers let you know how much he needed you. He’s used his hands so many times in the past few days, cold showers, wet dreams all from you and that damn shirt of his you were still wearing.

His finger tips met the hem of the shirt as your palm keeping running over him. Making him suck in a breath or two from the sensitivity he was already feeling.

Noah motioned you take off the last piece of clothing on you, so he could have full access to your body and your skin. You gave him what he wanted, taking the shirt off exposing your breasts and naval to him making him drool at the sight of you.

You swear you saw him twitch in his boxers as your hand came to the hem to take them off. You were dripping for him at this point and Noah wasn’t all for the teasing and foreplay, he’s had enough of that for the past few days. He needs to be buried in you to the hilt, having you ride him till his eyes roll back.

You take shaking breath at the sight of him. He was swollen to the touch, girthy, veiny and beautiful. You absolutely would be frustrated if you were him carrying around that thing.

Your soft palm ran over him causing a low moan to escape from Noah followed by his hand meeting your wrist.

“As much as I’d love to have you play with me, I need you to put me inside you.” Noah nearly pleaded, he was leaking for your touch and warmth.

You slightly raised yourself up lining him up with your entrance giving Noah a slight view of you hearing him mutter a curse at the view of you.

You slowly sat down on him feeling him fill you slowly inch by inch, invading your mind and body all at once. You let out a little gasp at the feeling as Noah’s eyes were screwed shut as you bottomed out with him in you staying there for a minute.

“Fuck… you’re so big.” You muttered, feeling yourself clench around him as his hands came on your waist to help start you to move on him before he’d come too soon.

“I know, baby you’re doing so good. Taking me so good, such a good girl.” Noah’s low voice was right in your ear, praising you while helping you bounce on him.

You let yourself bounce up and down on him while he laid back with his hands behind his head meeting your thrust halfway there.

“Close… Noah I’m close.” You slammed yourself down hearing the sound of your skins colliding into each other making you closer than ever. Feeling his dick in your cervix as if it could do any deeper in you.

Noah’s hands were helping you meet his thrust as you repeatedly slam yourself on him making him throw his head back with his mouth open.

“I’m there.. come with me Angel.” Noah moaned, holding you close to him as he filled you up while you clenched around him taking all of him as he filled you while you flooded his cock. Your body shaking from the after math as he held you close to him, hearing his heart beat fast.

“You did so good Angel. Thank you.” He smiled, while cuddling you with his cock still in you.

Your eyes fluttered open to him before smiling back at him. You knew you weren’t going to be best friends after this, absolutely not.

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A/N: work has been kicking my ass, I’m sorry y’all. Please be patient, I’m stressed and exhausted. 🩶

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I think I might flick my shit to this

x

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Blessing yall with some things I found since I’ve been MIA as fuck

Thank you journalism classes

You’re welcome

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I've been going through Matt's tweets and they are so unhinged honestly and I'm surprised at all the NSFW he occasionally post that the other bad omens crew sometimes comment on

Oh he’s hilarious. I deadass would LOVE to play cards against humanity with him just to see how dark his humor is. I laugh a lot at his account.

And ya know what? Hell yeah. I’m honestly the same with my friends, but I keep it in the texts or group chats because I don’t want IRLs knowing I’m a freak😂😂😂

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Imagine Ruffilo being home from tour and all he wants to do is get into bed and cuddle you and pouts when you have to get up

Oh he doesn’t just pout, he would fucking WHINE. He’s grabbing onto the hem of your shirt and just saying “no” trying to get you to come back to bed or lay back down on the couch with him. When you do convince him to let you go, he gives you a harmless glare, but then immediately gives you kisses and holds you tight when you come back. Noah makes fun of him saying “bro got his teddy bear back” when they text during the day.

Ruffilo only wants you when he’s home. Don’t be surprised if he does actually follow you into the kitchen for a snack or to sit on the floor while you shower. He’s a quality time guy as much as a physical touch guy. He loves you.

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MY FUCKIN LANEEE

I have a mental war every day as to who is going to occupy my brain

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good to see you babe 😭

It’s good to be seen love😭🩷

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I hope you know I fell off my walking pad when reading this 10/10

Best Friend Noah and he sends you this

LMAO ENJOY THIS BELOW🩶🫶🏻

Warnings: smut, p in v, swearing, my grammar, unprotected sex, female masturbation, noah walking in on reader

Parings: Best friend Noah! x Roomate Reader!

(Sorry I haven’t wrote in forever, I finally felt like I could finish a draft 🫶🏻🩶)

Noah was restless. Day after day you were on his mind, and he always had to hide his raging boners from you every time you were around.

You were roommates. You both moved in after he heard you complaining about how you felt like your landlord was spying on you. Noah took it upon himself to offer you to move in with him free of charge.

Everyday you’d wake up in one of his t shirts that were too big for you with nothing underneath. You’d be making breakfast and Noah would act like he didn’t see but in reality every time you bent over he got a full view of your ass and pussy. It had his cock raging.

Endless nights of hearing you pleasure yourself making yourself cum to his name especially, thinking he was asleep when really he’s right there on there other side of the wall pumping his cock.

At one point both of you were so busy you’d send text to each other. Every thing was silly between the two of you, nothing was really taken seriously until he sent you a meme that made your stomach flutter and your pussy ache.

“Bouncing on it once or twice never hurt a friendship.”

You read the meme. It was obviously a joke but the thought of it made your mind spin. His cock deep inside of you, his hands on your waist, the moans and whimpers between the two of you made you start to spiral. You had to leave work early.

You told your boss you felt sick to which they let you leave for the day. You bolted to your car throwing yourself in a driving yourself home to your roommate.

Noah was sitting in his studio recording a beat for a song they were working on releasing when he hurt the front door open followed by the sound of your heels.

You weren’t suppose to be home for another 3-4 hours. Noah got up out of his chair to see you, to make sure you were okay. He knocked on your door waiting for a response.

“Yes?” You replied, making him crack the door open slightly to you just in a t shirt now.

“Are you okay, you came home early?” You wanted to tell him that you were aching for his cock, but maybe it wasn’t good to put this on your friendship he had to mean it as a joke.

“I wasn’t feeling well.. I’m sorry.” You apologized to him, for making him worried about you. You really just wanted to get off and use your vibrator and get these dirty thoughts out of your brain.

“You’re okay Angel you just had me worried.” Noah closed your door and walked back to his room.

For hours Noah heard your vibrator going off and the sound of your muffled moans went straight to his raging boner making it hard for him to focus. You liked his message and giggled at it, but he wasn’t really meaning for it to be a joke. He wanted you as much as you wanted him and the both of you were just waiting to see who would crack first.

After hearing another breathless moan of yours Noah was on his feet to your room. He didn’t even bother to knock this time, knowing that in a few seconds he’s about to change everything between the two of you.

Noah scared you slightly walking into your room taking your vibrator out of your hand, making you cover up around him. You thought you might of bothered him from being too loud, now feeling embarrassed you started your words to apologize to him.

“I-I’m sorry… I’m being too loud-“ Noah cut off your words.

“I’m so damn horny around you I can’t even think straight.” He cut you off, looking back at your pleading eyes, for any sign of doubt what he might do. You both stared at each other before giving him a nod as confirmation that you wanted this with him.

Noah took the blanket off your covered body now leaving you exposed to him in just his over sized t shirt you stole from him. He was on-top of you in an instant.

Your lips were both glued together. Breathless moans and dry humping filled the room. He made you feel hot and pleasured all at once, finally satisfying your craving.

He pulled away from your neck looking for your eyes. “I wasn’t joking about that meme. I want you to bounce on it.” Noah implied, as he flipped both of you so he was laying down underneath you now.

Your hands went to his shirt pulling it off him leaving his exposed chest to you, followed by his shorts he was wearing trying to hide his raging boner under them making you smile at how worked up you had him.

Noah’s soft groan as your hand ran over his boxers let you know how much he needed you. He’s used his hands so many times in the past few days, cold showers, wet dreams all from you and that damn shirt of his you were still wearing.

His finger tips met the hem of the shirt as your palm keeping running over him. Making him suck in a breath or two from the sensitivity he was already feeling.

Noah motioned you take off the last piece of clothing on you, so he could have full access to your body and your skin. You gave him what he wanted, taking the shirt off exposing your breasts and naval to him making him drool at the sight of you.

You swear you saw him twitch in his boxers as your hand came to the hem to take them off. You were dripping for him at this point and Noah wasn’t all for the teasing and foreplay, he’s had enough of that for the past few days. He needs to be buried in you to the hilt, having you ride him till his eyes roll back.

You take shaking breath at the sight of him. He was swollen to the touch, girthy, veiny and beautiful. You absolutely would be frustrated if you were him carrying around that thing.

Your soft palm ran over him causing a low moan to escape from Noah followed by his hand meeting your wrist.

“As much as I’d love to have you play with me, I need you to put me inside you.” Noah nearly pleaded, he was leaking for your touch and warmth.

You slightly raised yourself up lining him up with your entrance giving Noah a slight view of you hearing him mutter a curse at the view of you.

You slowly sat down on him feeling him fill you slowly inch by inch, invading your mind and body all at once. You let out a little gasp at the feeling as Noah’s eyes were screwed shut as you bottomed out with him in you staying there for a minute.

“Fuck… you’re so big.” You muttered, feeling yourself clench around him as his hands came on your waist to help start you to move on him before he’d come too soon.

“I know, baby you’re doing so good. Taking me so good, such a good girl.” Noah’s low voice was right in your ear, praising you while helping you bounce on him.

You let yourself bounce up and down on him while he laid back with his hands behind his head meeting your thrust halfway there.

“Close… Noah I’m close.” You slammed yourself down hearing the sound of your skins colliding into each other making you closer than ever. Feeling his dick in your cervix as if it could do any deeper in you.

Noah’s hands were helping you meet his thrust as you repeatedly slam yourself on him making him throw his head back with his mouth open.

“I’m there.. come with me Angel.” Noah moaned, holding you close to him as he filled you up while you clenched around him taking all of him as he filled you while you flooded his cock. Your body shaking from the after math as he held you close to him, hearing his heart beat fast.

“You did so good Angel. Thank you.” He smiled, while cuddling you with his cock still in you.

Your eyes fluttered open to him before smiling back at him. You knew you weren’t going to be best friends after this, absolutely not.

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A/N: work has been kicking my ass, I’m sorry y’all. Please be patient, I’m stressed and exhausted. 🩶

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worlds slowest fanfic author tries really really hard

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OP mentioned the holy trinity of drummers. I will note that when Danny walks by, he slaps hard (my hand actually stung)

First Ashton Irwin then Daniel Wagner and then Nicholas Folio. Folio has such a nice body.

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FUCK I needed that today

Please give me more of Matt like this omg🥰🥰🥰

Don’t Be Nervous

Pairing: dom!Matt Dierkes x subf!reader

Word count: 3.6k

A/N: Inspired by the most recent photos of Matt this past week, I just had to throw this together. This isn’t beta’d, so all mistakes are my own. Hope yall enjoy some soft dom!Matt 🖤

Thank you @the-way-of-words for always keeping me motivated

Warnings: cursing, age gap relationship, mentions of insecurities, sexually explicit content 18+/MDNI!! (Dom/sub dynamics, fingering, dirty talk, oral m!receiving)

You pulled into your boyfriend’s driveway and killed the engine. It felt weird saying that. Boyfriend. Things were still so new. Fresh and unknown. You and Matt had only been official for a few weeks now.  

It was different from what you were expecting—dating an older man. Your twenty-first birthday was only a few months ago. It was the first birthday you celebrated being single since your eighteenth. After a volatile breakup with the only other boyfriend you’ve had, you planned for it to stay that way for a while…until you met Matt. 

Nervous energy fluttered like insecure butterflies in your gut, making you feel weightless but light-headed. Instead of getting out, you stared at the house. His house. He had a mortgage and car payments for fuck’s sake. You lived in a shitty, overpriced apartment you could barely afford with a good-for-nothing roommate and sat in the beater given to you as a high-school graduation gift. He was confident where you were unsure. Unlike you, he wasn’t flailing trying to get his footing in life. He was established in his career. 

All it did was make you wonder what he saw in a girl like you. 

You were lying on his chest, wanting to doze off while he played with your hair when you said it.

 “Aren’t you embarrassed that I’m younger than you?” 

You didn’t mean to blurt it out in the middle of the movie, but the words flew from your mouth like an itching cough. The elephant in the room had been pointed out and now the topic of your age differences was out in the open. You couldn’t shove that cat back in the bag even if you wanted to. 

He let go of the lock of hair he’d been twirling around his fingers. Shit. You felt him reach for the remote to pause the movie that had been playing. 

“No…are you embarrassed that I’m older?” He said with a weak laugh, but it did nothing to hide his seriousness. 

“No, I just…” you trailed off.   

The weight of his hand rested on your shoulder. “Is that something you’re worried about?”

He didn’t sound angry or upset. 

”I don’t know,” you mumbled into his chest. You wanted to hide. “Forget it.”

“Yes, you do. Use your words. Talk to me.”  

His forwardness flustered you. The way he spoke to you. You weren’t used to this whole…dynamic. Before he even kissed you for the first time, he explained it all as if to confirm that this was something you truly wanted. You had only been with one other man—the boy you lost your virginity to—and to most, they would describe your sexual experiences as “vanilla”. So the proposition of being a submissive was out of your wheelhouse, but you weren’t scared. You were curious.  

Matt was blunt. Honest. The level of open communication he insisted on made you feel exposed and vulnerable, but somehow safe and secure at the same time. It pushed you out of your comfort zone.  

He gave you the time to collect your thoughts, and you finally spoke, admitting, “Don’t you want to be with someone… that’s got it all figured out?”

“Hey. Look at me.” He tugged at your shoulder for you to sit up. His expression was stoic aside from his thin brows pulling together, creating that line between them. “First of all, I’m with you because I like you.” You blushed and broke eye contact. “And you are figuring shit out. I know I still am,” he said with an airy laugh. 

“But what about what people think?”

He scoffed, “I don’t give a shit about that. Do you?”

“…No.”

Your meekness must’ve worried him, because he said your name and sat up straighter, propping his back against the arm of the couch. “Listen… I know we’ve talked about this…” He was referring to the sexual relationship you’d agreed on weeks ago. “But I need to know that you understand that even though it seems like I have all the power here… you are the one in control, okay?”

You broke into a smile. “Okay.”

“Good girl.”

He had texted you that he’d been finishing up some things in his office and to let yourself in when you got here. It was half-past noon and the house was quiet, but only for a moment before Zeus walked around the corner and greeted you at the door. 

“Hi, bud,” you cooed, giving him a scratch behind the ear, and earning a happy snort. He wiggled his butt excitedly, smacking his tail against everything until you passed the required “sniffspection”. “Where’s your dad, huh?”

You heard Matt’s voice coming from his office as you padded through the upstairs hallway. His door was ajar, and you pushed it open and peeked in to see that he was on the phone with someone. You felt guilty interrupting and considered going back downstairs to wait until he finished.  

He must’ve sensed your presence because before you could knock on the door to let him know you were here, he spun in his swivel chair and gave you a welcoming smile the second he laid eyes on you.

“Hey, dude. I gotta go. My girl’s here,” he spoke into the phone, and after a few seconds waiting for the reply he ended the call, giving you his undivided attention. “Hey.”

“Hey.”

“You look…incredible.” You flushed with warmth as his eyes roved over your body to take in the floral sundress you were wearing. One thing about Matt that you learned quickly was how observant he was. He focused on the deep slit up your left thigh and how it showed off your legs for the first time this season. But then his gaze rose to the milkmaid neckline and the little tie that cinched the fabric holding your tits in place. He bit his lip and gestured for you to step closer. “C’mere.”

“You told me we were going to lunch,” you explained bashfully as you crossed the room, like he needed a reason for the way you’re dressed, and stood before him.

“I did.” He reached out to hold your waist and pulled you onto his lap without another word. You settled on his thighs without protest, feeling the rough material of his khakis as your dress rode up your legs. He hummed, satisfied, and flipped his hat around on his head. “And now I feel underdressed.”

You giggled, playing coy, “It’s just a sundress, Matt.”

”Just a sundress,” he sighed, drawing you in closer to breathe in your scent. You wondered if he picked up on the new perfume you dabbed on your pulse points and chest before leaving your apartment today. To your surprise, he wasted no time and his hand left its place on your waist to tug the string tied at your cleavage. You weren’t wearing a bra under this dress, but you didn’t dare stop him. Your breath hitched as he pulled it loose and opened the neckline, exposing your bare tits. He showered your collarbone with wet kisses and slipped his fingers under the cotton. The warmth of his touch made you gasp as your nipple pebbled instantly, but the breathy sound evolved into a low groan as he cupped your breast in his hand. 

He was already hard. He didn’t hide that even if you have yet to see it despite your efforts. Even if you couldn’t touch him, you knew he was big from the way he ground himself against you during the makeouts you’ve had.

It was torturous. The past four weeks of what seemed like perpetual foreplay was driving you insane with lust like a horny virgin. You were practically feral with the way you rocked your hips hoping to convince him to finally give in to your needs. He grunted softly into your throat, giving your tit a rougher squeeze than before, “Fuck.” 

You’d be a fool to believe he’d fuck you right now. You were so desperate for it that it was borderline pathetic. That didn’t stop the delusional part of your brain from holding onto the possibility when his other hand roamed across your thigh and slipped under the open slit of your dress. The grip he had on your hip was firm, but not rough enough to leave bruises. He kept his touch gentle feeling across your lace thong and the supple curve of your ass.

You held the nape of his neck, tangling your fingers in his long hair as he kissed up and down the length of your throat. Teasingly and unhurried, as if he had no place to go or intention in mind. Impatient, you dropped your head to meet his lips. He welcomed your eager and hungry kiss, permitting you to slide your tongue into his parted mouth. You tasted something fruity and sweet and guessed it was the energy drink he’d been sipping on. 

He seemed to abandon his convictions for a moment and canted his hips into you. It was enough of a slip-up to make you believe there was a chance for what you wanted, and you reached between you for the button of his pants. Before you could pop it open, he stopped you with a hold around your wrist and smiled against your stilled lips. 

You whined a complaint, but he just clicked his tongue at you, “I didn’t say you could do that.”

“I’m ready,” you declared defiantly. What else does he need? Your tits were spilled out in front of his face and the only thing separating you was a few layers of fabric.  

He chuckled—a soft, fluttery sound living in his throat. “I have no doubt about that, baby.” He splayed his fingers across your asscheek and asked, “Can I feel?”

You nodded with a pitiful little mewl against his lips. He explored, dipping his hand between your thighs. You clenched around nothing, remembering how easily he’d gotten you off with his fingers the last time you were here. His touch tingled like dull static across your skin, and you couldn’t help the involuntary jerk your hips did when they brushed over the damp lace.

“You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?” He purred, hooking the edge of your thong and pulling the soaked fabric to the side. His fingertips slipped through your folds so easily you should’ve been embarrassed. But you couldn’t. Not with the way he groaned a curse as he circled your clit a few times before teasing your entrance. “So fucking wet you’re almost dripping.” 

“Can we?” You panted so quietly he might not have heard you, angling your hips to guide his fingers into you. You never thought you’d have to ask. 

One of his fingers dipped inside your willing cunt—just enough to make you greedy for more. Barely an inch before he was pulling it back out to trace your opening. He took a steadying breath as if he needed to collect himself.  “Soon.”

“Why?”  You definitely whined when you said it. 

Matt nipped at the thin skin of your jaw, gently scolding you, “Because the first time I’m finally inside you, I want it to be special.” You were about to argue, but he continued, “And as much as it kills me to say this… probably shouldn’t be on my office chair.” The way he teased you— denying you what you wanted— should be frustrating, but you were eating up every second. The promise each wet kiss left on your throat to his hands worshipping your body, you loved it all. “You can be patient a little longer, can’t you?” 

The saccharine tone made your heart flutter and your thighs clench together. He’d been palming over your ass; long abandoned playing with your pussy. 

“Only if I can go down on you.”

It was more than ambitious. You’re not sure where the condition came from, but it surprised him as well. He leaned back to look at you, sporting a confused, yet intrigued expression on his face. “Um...I, uh…what?”

You had told him about your previous relationship enough to imply that you weren’t exactly experienced in that department. You had done it a few times over the years, but you were nowhere near confident, and now that you were with Matt, the act felt more daunting than ever. 

That didn’t stop you from wanting it…from fantasizing about it. 

“I wanna try.”

He took pause, scanning you for a sign of doubt until a smirk tugged the corner of his lips. “Yeah? You sure?” You nodded, emphasizing your answer with a deliberate roll of your hips. His eyes fluttered closed for a second as a groan echoed in his throat, but you couldn’t be sure if he was going to give in. He wrapped an arm around the small of your back and hugged you close to whisper in your ear, “Wanna learn how to take care of my cock?”

The brush of his lips caused a shudder to roll down your spine. The filthy things he said to you haven’t failed to make you blush. Heat bloomed in your chest and curled up your neck, warming your cheeks. “Please?”

A beat of silence lingered between you while he thought about it. He loosened his hold and instructed, “Get on your knees.” 

You slid from his lap to the floor between his legs, and the realization of what you were about to do hit you when your eyes locked onto the visible bulge of his erection through the tan fabric. You stalled, massaging the thick muscles of his thighs. 

Picking up on your sudden shyness, he took your hand and placed it on himself, reassuring, “Don’t be nervous, sweetheart. It’s just you and me.” 

You traced the hard ridge of his length with your thumb, and gasped, “You’re so big…”

The hand that wasn’t resting on his lap, combed through your hair. You had worn it down today knowing how much he liked it. Expecting him to say something smug from the compliment, he took you off guard by saying, “You can do it.”

“What if I’m bad at it?”

You heard his breathy laughter before he let go of his hair to hold your chin. “With a mouth as pretty as yours, I don’t believe it.” You smiled, and he swept his thumb across your bottom lip and tugged at it. “Wanna make me feel good?”

“Yes.”

He cocked a brow. “Yes?” 

“Yes, Sir.”

He whispered a curse and throbbed against your palm. ”So fucking obedient… I don’t even know if I deserve you.” You were already high off his praise and you haven’t started yet. “Go ahead.”

You reached for his button with shaky fingers and popped it open before working the zipper down. That fluttery feeling in your stomach was back, but your butterflies were drunk with lust. You were so nervous that you struggled to get him free from his boxers. 

“Relax, baby,” he chuckled, trying to comfort you. “You’re not going to hurt me.”

“I know that,” you huffed, frustrated with yourself. You’re not a virgin. 

“Then grab me like you mean it. I’m not going to break.”

With more purpose, you slipped your hand inside his boxer briefs and freed him from the restrictive fabric. It was no longer a mystery. It was real. His cock was in your hand. Finally. Heavy and impressive in thickness and length. The hot, buttery-soft skin felt so delicate against your fingers—a strong juxtaposition to how hard he was. 

You could feel him watching you, and the pressure of his gaze had you locking up again. He was patient, telling you, “Play with it.” 

It sounded like a suggestion with how calm he sounded, but you knew better. You wrapped your fingers around it, keeping your fist loose, and stroked him, following what felt natural while remembering his words. He adjusted and stretched back in the chair, grunting, “It looks so good in your hand like that.”

Without any lube, the pressure you used was light, but you asked anyway, twisting your hand around him, “Like this?”

He hummed, brushing your hair from your face. “How about you give it a kiss, yeah?”

You lowered your head and brought your lips to the tip of his cock, pressing them against warm flesh. His fingers curled against your scalp and he let out a pleased sigh, “Good. Now kiss up and down my cock like you’re making out with it.”

You were envious of his candidness—his ability to tell you exactly what he wanted when he wanted it. But you did what you were told. Holding him, you placed soft pecks down the sides of his shaft, parting your lips a little more with each one. You took in his scent and the way his skin tasted when you finally teased your tongue past your lips. 

Matt wasn’t pushy like your ex had been. He allowed you to take your time—let you get used to him before telling you to do more. Feeling a little braver, you licked the head of his cock, making him hiss. 

“Put me in your mouth, baby. Nice and slow.” 

It felt stiff and awkward at first, but only until you got your lips stretched and sealed around his tip and your tongue flattened against him. It’s like he melted into the wet warmth, filling most of your mouth already, but making you worry about fitting more of him. The saltiness of precum that had leaked out touched your tastebuds.  

Caressing your cheek, he told you, “Move your tongue around.” You put it into action and swirled it around the head, circling the ridge and running along the slit, and a breathy moan escaped his chest. “Good,” he praised. “Fuck… now suck a little.”

You were so eager to please him. Listening to his quiet grunts, you added suction with the movements of your tongue. He responded instantly, tightening his grip on your hair while his free hand wandered to your tits pressed against his thighs. 

“You’re doing so good, sweetheart.” He rolled your nipple between his fingers, making you moan around him. “Try to take more of me.” You pushed him over your tongue toward your throat. “That’s it,” he panted. “Up and down.” 

You got overzealous and nudged him farther back than you were ready for and gagged. Pulling from him, you choked out, “Sorry.” 

“Look at me.” Your lashes were wet with tears and you’d hoped they didn’t ruin your makeup. But you listened. It was the first time you had since you started. His lids were heavy, covering most of his hazel eyes now darkened with desire. “Don’t ever be sorry for something like that.” 

Your lips and chin were wet with spit but you flashed him a smile, “Yes, Sir.”

He laughed and dropped his head back, exposing his throat. You watched as his Adam’s Apple bobbed with his swallow before he snapped it back. “You’re so fucking perfect…now keep going.”

You pushed him past your lips again and bobbed your way down his length. Lewd, wet sounds of your mouth working him filled the small room, spurring you on that much more. If you didn’t think it would distract you and get you into trouble, you’d be playing with yourself already. 

Not wanting to gag again, you spoiled what you could with flicks of your tongue. He seemed to like that. Then he cradled your head between his hands and guided your movements, tilting you side to side with every up and down motion. You picked up on what he was showing you and took over once he let go. 

“Oh, shit.” He lifted his hips and collected all your hair in a makeshift ponytail to watch. “You’re good at this, baby.” 

Another praise. You were riding on it— needing him inside you so badly you thought you’d explode. 

“Fuck,” he gritted between his teeth, “Fuck…. I think you might make me cum.”

If you weren’t determined before, you sure as hell were now. Before you started, you’d accepted that you probably weren’t going to make him finish the first time, but the new possibility was a reward you so desperately wanted. 

You went back to focusing on the head knowing that’s where he’s most sensitive. What your mouth couldn’t reach, you worked with your hand that’s been holding him at the base. You rolled your tongue around him, following no particular rhythm until he tugged your hair and spoke through a ragged breath, “That. Keep doing that.”

He released a loud moan, and you could feel the muscles of his abdomen flexing with his building orgasm. You kept at it, maintaining what he wanted for what felt like minutes. Before you could give up, he finally broke his silence with a warning, “I’m gonna cum.”

His cock grew, stiffening even more in your mouth—if that was possible. But you didn’t dare pull him out as much as you wanted to see it with your eyes. “Want me to cum in your pretty mouth, sweetheart? You’ve earned it.”

You hummed around him. Within seconds of your answer, he pulsed against your tongue and filled your mouth with his release. You swallowed his cum, listening and burning every sound he made into memory. He barely let you clean him off before he was leaning down to kiss you.

It was deep and passionate, and you were certain he could taste himself when he slid his tongue past your lips. If he could, he didn’t care, and that made you giggle, “That good, huh?”

He smiled, laughing breathlessly, “Baby…so good that I’m gonna take you to lunch and have you order whatever the fuck you want on the menu. Then I’m bringing you back here and eating out that perfect pussy of yours until you’re begging me to stop.”

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Is It Really You? (II Oneshot)

II x Female Reader

After a long shift you’re invited to watch a friend participate in something you’d never expect from him. Turns out, you had every right to be worried about it.

Word Count: 5.3k

Content warning: Violence, blood, descriptions of injury, some suggestive commentary, language

Edited by: @artificialstardust

“…let’s search the skies, for a while, you and I…”

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Your keys jingled as you fought against the keyhole of the door, the twenty-something year old door is nearing its end of being a normal working item and definitely needs to be replaced. But you didn’t have much time for all that at the moment.

The door swung open and smacked the edge of the table just inside of your townhouse, making a loud noise as the heavy woods collided together. You kicked the door back after you stepped inside, tossing the keys into the ceramic bowl on the table and pressed the door shut with your back.

Four shifts back-to-back and all twelve hours long in the busiest ER in your city had to be one of the most draining jobs you’ve ever worked in your life. But also the most rewarding. When you went into nursing school, you knew the type of career you wanted to pursue was going to keep you busy and on your feet for long hours. Those medical TV shows always made it seem so easy… until you’re actually doing it.

You pushed off the door and hung your bag on the coat rack, taking a quick peek at the state of you after your shift. Yep, looks the same as last week.

It was 4pm. Night shifts were something you didn’t see yourself doing, but once you got stuck covering for someone, you sort of fell in love with it. Despite it getting absolutely insane sometimes, you still loved the chaos. Especially when you had the chance to help deliver a baby earlier today. You smiled at the thought, remembering how the mother lit up with joy at the little thing that you’d placed on her chest.

You were just about to head upstairs and start your shower when your phone began to ring. You pulled it from your scrubs pocket and gasped at the name that lit up your screen.

“No fucking way.” You said into the phone immediately after answering it.

The sweet voice of your dear friend filtered in through the other side, his accent thick as you sensed the smile in his words. “I did not expect you to pick up.”

“Why would I not pick up? You’re my friend, II.” You started up the stairs.

“I just didn’t know if you were working or not.”

“Oh I just got home from my last shift of the week.” You said, grabbing clean clothes to change into after your shower.

“Ahh okay. So I’m assuming you’d be too tired to go out tonight?” He asked.

You paused. “It depends on your definition of ‘going out’, since it tends to change each time you invite me.”

He laughed on the other end of the line. “You’re right about that. Would you like to come watch me participate in a fight?” That was the last thing you expected to hear from his mouth.

“I’m sorry?”

“You know, I get in a ring with some dude and we punch at each other until one of us wins. Pretty cool stuff, done a few fights already and I think I’m getting pretty popular with people at the club.”

You raised a brow. “Club? What club?”

“Mortals Meeting Ends.”

“II!” You exclaimed. “We get guys coming in left and right who have been beat to a goddamn pulp because they thought they could be good money fightin-”

“Alright darling, save the lecture for later. Am I seeing you there or not?”

“What time?” You ask.

“Midnight.” Oh great, even more ominous than it already was. At least it gave you time to shower, eat and get some rest before you went.

“I’ll be there.” You finally say after thinking it over a little bit more.

You could hear that smile over the line again. “Wonderful, I’ll see you then doll.”

You rolled your eyes at the nickname. “See you.” The line went dead after he hung up and you took in a shaky breath. What kind of deep shit has II gotten himself into?

You stripped from your scrubs and hopped into the shower. As you let the warm water soothe your muscles, your brain wandered to thoughts of II fighting these random dudes in a ring. Picturing your friend in your mind, you remembered him not being super built and rather a little more slim. And of course, he was a short guy.

But that was from a year ago. It’s been so long since you last saw him in person that he definitely could’ve built his body up into something worthy of being in a fighting ring. And especially if he’s been winning a lot of fights and becoming favorable towards the crowds.

Eventually you realized the water had been scalding your skin and quickly finished your shower, getting out and drying off. You wrapped your warm, fuzzy robe around your body and decided that a nap was more important than having something to eat. So, you laid down and fell asleep for a few hours in your robe.

Your room had turned dark when you finally woke up to the alarm blaring in your ears. It was hard to roll out of your bed, especially since it was currently 10pm and usually you’d still be asleep by now if you had work. Your grumbling belly is what got you to force yourself out of bed and go to the kitchen to heat up some leftovers for yourself.

You checked your phone, seeing a text from II that was really just the same bullshit he spews from his mouth when he’s built up on adrenaline. Usually you’d get these texts when he was touring with his little band and was about to go on stage, but it seems like he’s got another thing to get him that worked up between touring.

The time neared closer to when you had to leave, making you quickly gather things you’d need and changing into something cute but casually comfortable. You did not want to dress to impress at that place.

You ordered yourself an Uber and waited until the car pulled up to take you to the fight club. Traffic was nonexistent at this time of night so it did not take long for you to arrive at the club. It was as menacing as a place called ‘Mortals Meeting Ends’ could look, and just as predictable. Dudes who looked like bodybuilders walked around looking like they’d punch anyone for looking at them the wrong way.

You thanked the driver and stepped out of the car, heading to the bouncer working the front door. “ID?” He asked as a way of greeting. You fished the plastic card from your purse and handed it to him, watching as he looked down a list of names. “Alright you’re all good. Be careful in there, sweetheart.” You nod as a response and walk into the club, holding your purse just a little tighter than before.

Yeah this place is a cliché of a fight club. It was dark, except for the circle of lights over the fighting ring. Which really wasn’t a ring like you typically see for WWE type of events, but more like two pieces of rope surrounding a three foot pit made of dirt in the middle of this dump.

You looked around for any familiar face in the crowd, but nothing so far. It felt like a fever dream being in this stuffy place. Perhaps you were still exhausted from the last four days of work and running on fumes, or you were in fact dreaming and none of this was real.

You walked around a bit more, trying to get a feel for your surroundings while simultaneously trying to find II. If he was even out in this part of the building. There was a bit of a clearing of bodies as you made your way through to the bar and released a sigh when you saw your friend leaning against the bar and talking to some man. II’s attention grabbed onto you as you approached, slowly to make sure you didn’t interrupt anything important.

“Well look who it is.” He says with the biggest smile on his face and pulls you into a tight hug.

You squeezed him back, noting that your theory from earlier was true. “Couldn’t miss the opportunity to watch you beat people up.” He laughed as he pulled out of the hug and turned to the man he was just speaking to.

“Vincent, this is my good friend Y/N. Y/N, this is Vincent, the owner of the club.” Oh, well no wonder he looked so important. Vincent put his hand out for you to shake and you gladly let him.

“Nice to finally meet you, Y/N. I’ve been hearing some things about you recently.” He smiled down at you, flashes of gold on his teeth distracting you from anything else.

“Oh- Well, I haven’t heard anything about you.” You became a little flustered and turned to II, who was rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“I’ve just been telling him old stories, that’s all.” He gave you a toothy grin as he looked at you. You rolled your eyes and turned back to the owner in front of you.

“I hope you’ve been able to handle him, he’s a bit much when he wants to be.” You joked and earned a gentle elbow to your side.

Vincent smiled. “II here has grown from the weakest link to one of the strongest fighters I have working here. His growth was impressive and he learned quickly. I’m hoping he’ll put on a good show tonight since he’s got an extra special audience member.” He turned to II and patted him on the shoulder. “I’ll leave you alone, be sure to be in that ring in five minutes.” You watched as he left and cut through the crowd, leaving you to be with your friend.

After a few long seconds, you turned back to him. “What is wrong with you?”

“I-”

“You’re gonna get yourself seriously hurt doing this shit. And what if you end up so hurt that you’re unable to play with the band anymore?” He avoided your eye contact for just a moment. “Look at me, II.” He finally did and your heart hitched at the sight of his eyes, the most beautiful blue you’d ever seen and something you never stopped staring at.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I know how you feel about this kind of thing, but I’m having fun and I’m able to work out some things I’m dealing with. I’ll be okay, I promise.” He says and places a gentle hand on your cheek.

“But-”

“I gotta go, it’s showtime.” He pecked your forehead ever so slightly and ran off to where Vincent had gone earlier, leaving you to find somewhere to view the fight.

You found your way to the edge of the crowd, sneaking between a few tall guys who let you in so you could see. People surrounded the ring, chatting loudly with excitement as the time neared for the fight to take place. You watched as II’s opponent entered the ring, a man who had at least four inches on him in height and maybe a good fifty pounds as well. Alright, not a fair fight physicality wise but it also depended on how skilled of a fighter II was.

That’s when he entered the ring and your eyes shot open at the sight. Yeah, your theory was extremely accurate as you stared at the muscles that now packed his whole upper body and shifted with each movement he made. He had bulked up so much in the last year that it was hard to believe it was him. But it was, and you were staring hard.

The referee stepped into the ring and the match began. You cringed when you realized neither of them wore boxing gloves and were bare knuckles for the fight. II already had so many scars that were on his knuckles from previous fights and it made you wonder how many times he’s broken one.

His opponent swung and swung hard, but luckily II was fast enough and dodged his fist, landing a punch into the guy’s ribs once they were exposed to his attack. You stood there watching the two men circle each other, the one seething for revenge against the hit II got on him. The anticipation of who was going to get punched next made your stomach twist and you nervously twirled your hair in your hands.

You noticed Vincent on the opposite side of where you were, watching the match intently as more punches were thrown and dodged. His eyes didn’t seem to be on II, despite him being such a ‘prized possession’ here. No, he watched his opponent and only seemed displeased when II dodged the hits, not the other way around. You didn’t know that much about fight clubs, but from the little bits you’ve heard when taking care of one of the fighters in the ER, you knew this was going to go badly for II.

“Shit.” You muttered under your breath when II took a hit to the gut and groaned at the impact. He took a small step back and held a hand to the spot, taking a deep breath and then moving back to his opponent. You watched as he got some punches and kicks in, noting how fast he moved and how agile he was. It was interesting, but it still felt wrong.

A minute goes by and the time seemed to slow as his opponent took an opportunity to punch II in the side when the area became exposed. This man hit him hard enough that you heard his ribs crack, gasping as he stumbled back from the force of the punch. Then the opponent was on top of him, landing hits left and right to any part that was exposed.

The crowd yelled and roared. Some with excitement and others were shouts claiming an illegal move in the ring. All of that you were unsure of, the only thing you were sure of though is the fact that II was bleeding heavily from multiple injuries on his body and the man wasn’t stopping. And Vincent wasn’t stopping him either.

Eventually, the referee stepped in and pulled the guy off II. People cheered as he was announced the winner of the fight, taking in the roar of the crowd and the money that was tossed at him. You stared at the man covered in blood and dirt on the floor, barely breathing but alive. Why was no one helping him? You frantically looked around for anything that could help him, the same guys that let you through earlier doing the same.

“Can you guys help me get him to the bathroom?” You shouted at them over the crowd. They all nodded and rushed to get II from the floor while you ran to the first aid kit you had spotted. You followed the group of men to the bathroom and they plopped II onto the floor, resting him up against the stall.

“You need any help, miss?” One guy asked.

“I’ll need you guys to stick around in case I need to get him to the hospital.” You glanced over your shoulder to the club outside the bathroom. “And also maybe to make sure no one comes in to try and finish the job.”

“Yes ma’am.” They say and went to stand outside the bathroom, leaving you to some quiet to take care of the bloodied man in front of you. His breathing was decent, better now that he was sitting up but you knew that broken rib was not letting him get a full breath in. You found gauze packets in the first aid kit and pressed them to the gaping wound on his forehead that was left by some knuckles.

“W-what are you doing?” His voice was quiet as you found tape to hold down the gauze.

“Making sure you don’t bleed out and die like they wanted you to.” You said, your voice catching in your throat as you said it out loud. They were going to leave him to die.

He pushed at your arm. “You need to go home, Y/N. I’ll be fine-” He clutched his side and groaned in pain.

“You are hurt and I’m the only one here that is capable of making sure your ass doesn’t die from blood loss.” You sternly say, fighting back the tears that were threatening to fall. “I don’t care if they want to beat me up too, I’d rather you be okay than walk away because of some threat like that.”

His blue eyes glistened under the dingy lights. “Don’t say that.”

“Too bad, I already did.” You examined his face that was swelling and covered in bruises, palpating his definite broken nose and cheekbones. “You are my friend II and friends don’t leave each other’s side in shit situations like this.”

He closed his eyes and sighed, cringing in pain as his lungs tried to expand with that broken rib. “I fucking hate that word.”

You stopped shuffling through the first aid kid and glanced at him. “What word?”

“Friends.”

You raised a brow. “What’s so wrong with it?” You organized the contents of the first aid kit more so they were in better reach in case you needed to change the gauze on his forehead quickly.

His eyes opened again, staring at you with a vulnerability you’d never seen before in him. “I hate when it comes out of your mouth to describe us.”

A pang of hurt cut through you. “Do you not like us being friends?”

“Why are you acting dumb?” He asked, coughing a bit after he spoke. He must’ve noticed the confused look on your face. “You don’t want to remember what we had for a moment, do you?” Of all times and places, he chooses now to talk about this? Well, could be the state that he’s currently in, you’ve seen it plenty of times that you can’t really blame him.

“Because you broke my heart, II. That’s why.” You say. “I need to wrap a bandage around your ribs to hold them in place, it’s gonna hurt so I need you to prepare yourself.” You sat up more on your knees and scooted closer to him, preparing yourself for moving him forward so you can wrap the bandage around him.

“At this point, the pain doesn’t really faze me.” He said as you pulled him forward, doing the familiar maneuver was so much more difficult without other staff to help you, but you managed. “I didn’t mean to break your heart, Y/N.”

You pulled the first portion of the bandage around his chest and he grunted in your ear at the pressure of it. You focused on getting this wrapped before speaking again, leaning him carefully back against the stall.

“Well, you did and that’s as far as I’ll go with this right now.” You replied. He just stared at you and didn’t mutter another word.

There was a knock on the door and one of the men from earlier popped his head in, bringing in the even more chaotic noise of the club with him. “Uh does he need an ambulance?”

“Not right now, no.”

“Good.” He said and glanced over his shoulder. “A huge fight just broke out, so it’s best you guys stay right here so you’re all safe.”

“Thanks.” You nod to him and he closes the door once again.

“I don’t need to go to the hospital?” II wondered.

You glanced back at him. “No. For now you’ll be fine, I just have to keep an eye on that forehead wound and clean it. Your rib is definitely broken, but that luckily shouldn’t kill you unless it shifts and impacts your lung. Which I doubt will happen, but there is always the chance.”

“God I’m glad you’re a nurse.”

You smirked as you stood to wash some of his blood off your hands and so you can cleanse the wound on his forehead now that most of the blood has been taken care of. “You lucked out there.” He chuckled softly as you gathered some supplies you could use to clean it up.

II had stretched his legs out, leaving a spot between them for you to sit as you cleaned. “Thought this would help you to get that spot better.” He says.

“You’re right, it will. Thanks.” You sit on your knees once again as you fold the gauze off the wound, eyeing the area for any signs of infection that may be starting to show. Luckily, nothing yet. You commended the club for having a decent first aid kit that had supplies you could use to patch up this wound, will it hold completely until it healed? Absolutely not, but it was the best resource available until he could get stitches.

You set everything up to your right, II watching your every move as you organized yourself again. You took alcohol swab sticks from their packaging and looked at II. “These might sting a little, but they’re gonna help clean the wound.” He nodded and you moved to his forehead, following the same old procedure you’ve done since nursing school. He winced as you rolled one swab directly over the wound. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He patted your thigh gently. “You’re doing your job.” His hand stayed on your thigh as you continued to work. You didn’t mind the contact, you knew it was probably something that might be comforting him at the moment. He won’t admit it, but you could tell he’s shaken up by everything and there is so much more to what happened that he doesn’t want to tell you. Not yet, at least.

You finished cleaning the wound and put some adhesive strips across, trying to close the wound together as best as you could with them. A fresh piece of gauze on top and tape to hold it down, and that wound was all taken care of.

“You more than likely have a concussion because of how hard your face got hit.” You say.

“Nothing I can’t handle.” He mutters. You glared at him and went to scoot back, but the hand on your thigh gripped you just a bit. “Please stay here.”

You looked at him, his eyes sad as he believed you were ready to leave him here. “II I wasn’t going to leave you. I was just going to throw this all away.” You held up all the packets that had been emptied so he could see them.

“Do that later. I need you right here, right now.” He said. You stared at your friend and the clear agony he was currently in. His ‘tough guy’ facade had disappeared and now he was here, as vulnerable as ever and in so much pain.

You smiled softly. “I’ll stay.” You set the trash back on the floor next to you and leaned back on your heels.

“Come closer, please.” He whispered softly. “I need to hold you, Y/N.” Your heart ached at his words and you nodded, carefully climbing into his lap and gently wrapping your arms around his abdomen. You rested your head on his chest and listened to his heart beating, the rapid thumps had slowed a bit as his body relaxed. This calmed him down, probably reminded him of older times when he had your heart.

After a moment of listening to the muffled sounds of the fight still going on in the club, II spoke again. “I’m sorry for what I did.” You began to make a shushing sound but he continued over you. “It was the last thing I ever wanted to do to you, Y/N. And it kills me every single day that I left you broken and-”

“Stop II, not here.” Your whisper was harsh and you pressed your hand to his chest, hoping he’d stop his rambling.

“I love you, Y/N. And I never stopped loving you.” He says. “I want us to search the skies together again.”

You sat up off his chest to get a better look at him. Tears rolled down his cheeks, making streaks in the blood that covered them. “You’re concussed II. You’re just saying things-”

“Will you stop that?” He demanded. “I may be concussed and shit but I know exactly what the fuck I’m saying to you right now.” Your heart stammered in your chest. The look in his eyes was truthful. And you knew damn well that II wasn’t the kind to lie to you about something like this.

“I-I don’t know what to say.”

He shook his head. “You don’t have to say anything at all. I just needed to get that off my chest.” You sat there in his lap as he looked away from you, his eyes roving over the contents of supplies on the floor.

You couldn’t bear the sight any longer. The bullshit the two of you dealt with last year was something that you forbid to speak about. You forced the friendship back to how it had been after he left you. His reasoning? Being too busy to be a good boyfriend to you, claiming you only deserve the best and he couldn’t offer that to you at the time.

That devastated you. After spending months together, sneaking around with him and not admitting to your friend group that you two had something going on. It was exciting. The adrenaline you felt when he snuck a kiss at a party, and then when you tiptoed out of a closet to avoid being caught by anyone after you two hooked up in it. For the last year you ached for that kind of thing again, but mostly because you wanted it to be more real than anything it had been before.

You knew that you’d never be able to go back to being strictly friends after that. And you were okay with that fact.

II’s eyes eventually landed back on yours, the blue dimmed in the light and by the emotions he felt. Your hand reached out to caress his cheek as gently as you could, as if any kind of touch would be enough to fully break him. “I still love you too.” His eyes widened and suddenly he engulfed you in a hug, his body bent over to hold you tight to his chest. “Your rib.” You say as you hold him.

“I don’t care.” His words are muffled by your neck. He pulled away ever so slightly and looked down at you. You leaned up and closed the space between your lips, pushing them together so gently that you could barely feel his. He pressed you closer with his hand that rested against the back of your head, sealing the kiss more.

After a moment you pulled away. “You should care because I know that rib is absolutely killing you right now.”

He smirked. “Actually I don’t feel a thing. Looks like the best pain killer is kissing you.” He leaned in again and kissed you, more and more. “I missed you so much.” He whispered against your lips.

“I missed you too.” You said, running your hands through his blood caked hair.

“I want you to be mine forever.” His voice grew a little bit slurry, indicating that the concussion was making itself known.

“Let’s get you to the hospital before you start making any promises.” You kissed him again and climbed out of his lap, heading to the door and opening it. The club had gone quiet, most people had left and the mess of the fight was still covering the floors. You were shocked to see one of the men still hanging by the door, he was on his phone when he noticed you come out.

“How’s he doing?” He asked, standing up to his full height.

You smiled. “He’s okay but has a pretty bad concussion and a broken rib. So we need to get him to the hospital.” The man nodded and went into the bathroom, getting II up via your instructions to make sure he didn’t hurt his rib any further.

You lead them out of the fight club, soaking in the fresh air as much as you could. The guy luckily had driven himself here and was more than willing to drop you off at the emergency room, and even offered to stay around so you could get home and shower the blood off.

“I’m alright.” You said. “Thank you, though. I honestly don’t think I can thank you or your friends enough for helping me tonight.”

The man nodded. “It’s our pleasure. II is a good man and we hated to see him go down that way.” He turned to leave. “You take care.”

“You too.” You smiled as you watched him leave the ER. The doctor you usually work with found you and asked you to go over everything that happened. So you did, leaving the team to work on II’s injuries.

A few hours had passed and you sat beside II’s bed in the ER. Your coworkers were kind and got you a fresh pair of scrubs to change into, since your clothes had become caked with his blood and you refused to leave and go home. You had been right, II’s rib was broken and he had a severe concussion from all the punches he received earlier. The wound on his forehead was stitched up and already looking a little better.

“You look good.” His voice was raspy as he woke up. You reached for the cup of water that the nurses left for him, and helped him drink it. “Thanks.” He said.

“You’re welcome.” You put the cup down and rested your hands over his. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I got hit by a truck.”

You smiled. “Well yeah, you almost did in a sense.” He chuckled as you pushed back the hair that had fallen on his forehead.

“Thanks for taking care of me.” He whispered.

You smiled. “I’ll always take care of you.” You leaned over and kissed his cheek.

“You know I wasn’t talking out of my ass earlier.” He said, caressing his thumb over the back of your hand.

“It’s okay, II. I know what you-”

He shook his head. “No. I mean, I do want you to be mine forever. Actually, I need you to be mine forever. I don’t think I’d know what to do if you weren’t.” You blinked back the tears that threatened to break, and stood up to lean over and kiss II.

“Then let’s search those skies forever, II.” He smiled against your lips and pulled you closer, to the point where you eventually climbed onto the bed with him and snuggled up to his side.

“I can’t wait to get out of here.” He said, kissing you more and more.

You smiled. “Why’s that?”

He poked your side. “So we could get back to what we were really good at doing.” He winked at you and you laughed.

“You’re ridiculous. Heal that rib first and then we’ll talk.” You say and poked him right in the spot you knew would hurt.

He flinched a little. “Alright, alright. You’re the boss.” He kissed your head and pulled you closer again. This time, your eyes grew heavy and the exhaustion weighed down on you. You fell asleep to the monitor that beeped, letting you know II was still alive and well, safe here in your arms.