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The Best Kept Secrets - Steven's Story

dbf!Steven Grant X f!Reader

Not Beta Read - Masterlist - AO3 Link

Suggested reading order - Marc -> Steven -> Jake -

Marc's Story - Jake's Story

Summary:

You've just graduated college and you find yourself developing feelings for your dad's best friend after your graduation party. Three different versions of the same story all with different boys.

Tags/Warnings (for all three fics):

NSFW, age gap (reader is about 22 - boys are 40), reader is not race-coded, reader graduated college in America but isn't necessarily American, p in v creampie, unprotected sex, dbf trope, oral sex, coercion (sort of on both sides), Jake being Jake, Marc being Marc, Steven being Steven, forbidden relationship, forbidden sex, blowjob, mild bondage, dirty talk, alcohol consumption, car sex, bad puns

Word Count: 8.6k

You got out of the Uber when it stopped in front of your childhood home. Your dad was already waiting for you by the front door, smiling wide. He came over with his arms out, pulling you into a big hug. You grunted from the tight squeeze.

“Hi dad.” You choked out.

“I sweetie.” He let go of you and looked you over. “How was the ride from the airport?” He started taking two of your bags out of the trunk and walking back toward the house with you in tow.

“Long,” you said with a tired laugh.

“Well, hope you’re not too tired cause there’s a few people here to see you.”

He opened the front door and you were greeted by several relatives and family friends in the kitchen. They all shouted, congratulations! at once, holding up an assortment of beer bottles and glasses of wine. Knowing your dad, the drinking had been going on for a couple of hours before you arrived.

“Thanks everyone,” you said with a big smile, feeling a little shy having all those eyes on you.

You noticed the black and gold, congrats graduate, banner adorning the wall above the table in the dining area. With the initial excitement over, the crowd dissipated and you watched everyone start mingling once again. Your cousins came up to you and started exchanging quick updates on their lives while everyone else chattered around you throughout the house.

“What do you think, huh?” Your dad asked, coming up behind you while you admired the cake in the center of the dining table. He handed you a mixed drink.

“Dad, this is really great. There’s so many people! I really wasn’t expecting this when you said we were having a graduation barbecue. Thought maybe only a couple people would show up.” You looked to see your aunt talking with one of your dad’s friends in the living room.

“You know me better than that. Not everyday your kid graduates college,” he patted your back proudly, “shit, gotta go check the grill. I’ll be right back.”

While he was gone, you watched your aunt and your dad’s friend finish their conversation. You’d known Steven since you were a kid, but it had been a long time since you’d seen each other. He came over to you and held up his drink as if to say cheers. He still looked nervous as you remembered, and you wondered if that would ever change. Looking at him now though, you found it a little endearing, the way he stood awkwardly next to you. He gestured to the cake.

“Looks like someone’s a genius,” he sniffed out a laugh, “you. Can’t believe you’ve graduated, seems like only yesterday you were leavin’ to go on your big college adventure.”

You pulled your lips into a tight smile, “yeah, I guess I’m a pretty big deal,” you giggled at your attempt to sound conceited, “heard the job market sucks though. Not looking forward to that.”

“Well, as long as you’ve got a good resume, shouldn’t be a problem for someone smart as you, right?” He gulped some of his wine down and then looked at you with those brown eyes that seemed to sparkle sometimes when the light hit them just right.

You felt your cheeks get flush over Steven endlessly complimenting your intelligence. This was the first time you’d really looked at Steven. He’d always just been your dad’s best friend. He wasn’t a bad looking guy, but he always had a disheveled appearance, oversized clothes, and a nervous demeanor that didn’t exactly scream ‘lady's man’. The way he looked at you now though had your stomach fluttering with excitement. You noticed the way his eyes went half lidded as he looked you over too, as though you were the thing making him buzzed instead of the wine.

You cleared your throat, breaking the awkwardly silent trance you were both under.

“I actually don’t have a resume,” you said softly, realizing that he was probably going to think you were an idiot for not having the most basic thing you needed for a job in the first place.

“Oh we can’t have that can we? Tell you what,” his eyes seemed to light up, “I’m going to be gone two weeks on holiday after tomorrow, but when I get back, why don’t we go over that resume together? I’ve had to make one or two in my career.” Steven gave you his usual dopey smile, but this time you felt your stomach flutter.

You nodded, sipping your drink, “that would actually be amazing.” Someone called your name from outside, interrupting the casual conversation. “I gotta go, see you around, Steven.”

“Yeah…you too, love.”

After several hours and a few drinks later, you were sitting around the firepit with only your dad, one of your cousins and Steven. Steven was always telling fascinating mythological tales around the fire that had apparently bored everyone else in the audience. Your father was struggling to keep his eyes open while Steven rambled on about Khonshu, the moon god. Truth be told, you found it all extremely fascinating. You leaned on your hand, watching him and listening intently. He looked over at you and smiled. Steven’s smile was so fucking beautiful. Why hadn’t you noticed before tonight how good looking he was? This feeling you had was so wrong…but you wanted him so badly all of a sudden. It had to be the alcohol talking, that was the only logical explanation.

A little while later, you were tipsy and felt your eyelids closing involuntarily, no matter how hard you tried to keep them open.

They closed again, and when you opened them this time, it was only you and Steven left around the fire.

Closed again.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been out, but the sudden movement stirred you awake. You were being carried by a set of strong arms. Did your dad come back to get you? No. He would’ve woken you up so you could walk to bed. You wrapped your arms around the man’s shoulders and buried your face in his neck. Steven, you thought.

He smelled like fresh linen sheets that had been on a clothesline all day. Your lips brushed the soft skin there, and you felt a strong sense of comfort wash over you. Alcohol had a way of making you forget to filter your emotions, and right now you were hoping Steven would never let go. You didn’t know why you felt that way. None of it made sense. It’s not like he’d made any sort of pass at you during your growing up. He certainly had been respectful all night.

When you got to your room, you stirred and looked up at him. He put you down gently, one foot at a time, but never took his eyes off of you, nor did you take your eyes off of him. You grabbed either side of his baggy denim jacket. You weren’t sure if the attraction was one sided or not until Steven grabbed your hip in one hand, and cupped your cheek in the other.

You went for it, closing the gap between your lips, not wanting to give the nervous man a second to reconsider. He must’ve drank too much as well just based on the way his tongue tasted in your mouth. It was delicious, exciting, and forbidden. Steven pushed you back onto the bed, never letting his mouth disconnect from yours. He climbed over you, taking you completely by surprise. You thought for sure that the usual ‘by the book good boy’ Steven wouldn’t dream of doing something with his best friend’s daughter, but here he was on top of you with his tongue down your throat.

Steven kissed along your jaw and moved to your neck, peppering soft and wet kisses there. You grabbed his hand, guiding it to the waist of your jeans. You clasped your hand over your mouth when he dragged his thick finger over your folds, finding your clit with ease. He teethed your earlobe, inciting a high pitched and muffled squeak from you.

“This is so stupid of me, shit,” Steven said through gritted teeth.

“It’s okay, we can just…we’re drunk, it will be like nothing happened tomorrow okay?” You looked at him, desperate for him to stay.

He peered up at you with a hooded and drunken gaze. His lips were swollen and glossy. He went back in for more sloppy kisses, moaning deeply into you while his fingers kept working over your greedy clit. You brought your hands up and tangled them in his locks.

You felt him churning his hips against your knee. He was hard, and from what you could tell he wasn’t lacking in size either. He never stopped working on you with his incredibly dexterous fingers though, rolling his fingers over that little nub that made you do the most morally questionable acts. You bit Steven’s lip, letting it snap back on his bottom teeth. He whimpered and you felt him start thrusting his hips faster against you.

“Steven, you feel so good. Don’t stop touching me please. I’m so…ah–so–close–I’m–oh shit.”

You came, cunt contracting in waves as Steven stole every moan from your mouth into his. He was grinding faster and faster against your leg until finally he stopped. You felt a wet heat soak through your jeans and onto your thigh while Steven was open mouth panting on top of you. Neither of you moved for a while. You weren’t sure what had him frozen in place, but for you it was the fear of looking him in the eye and realizing what you both had just done.

You couldn’t. You wouldn’t.

You were the first to move, pushing him off of you and rushing to the bathroom to clean yourself up. When you saw yourself in the mirror you felt immediate disgust and regret. You shouldn’t have done that. That was your dad’s best friend, and you’d just let him get you off while he came in his pants on top of you.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

----

The next morning at breakfast, you and Steven kept stealing awkward glances at each other. He managed to make small talk with your father, not sounding much different than usual, but you and him both remembered what had happened the night before. You were struggling to figure out how things were going to go back to normal after that. How was he supposed to just keep coming over for get togethers and barbecues all summer now that you two had this weird thing between you?

“C-can you pass the orange juice?” You asked Steven, holding out your hand.

“You cold honey?” Your dad asked.

“Um, yeah a little, I’ll just put on a sweater when I go upstairs,” you damned your nervous stammering.

The moment your father went up to use the bathroom, you took the opportunity to talk to Steven who, at that moment, was clearly pretending to look at his phone. You were surprised to see someone like Steven using a smartphone. He always seemed like he was a little behind the times. You took a bite of your pancake and pointed at his phone with your fork.

“Whatchya lookin’ at?” You asked.

It seemed that actually talking to one another and pretending like nothing happened worked. Steven loosened up and showed you some pictures of the place he was going on his vacation. He was going to visit London, and talked excitedly about the museum they had there. He even joked that he’d like to bring you there some time. Except…it wasn’t a joke. Steven’s eyes were dead serious as he looked over at you.

“Steven I…we can’t…”

“I know…I’m sorry, sorry I shouldn’t have said anything, sorry.” He put his phone away quickly and sipped his orange juice.

When your dad came back downstairs, Steven seemed to have a hard time recollecting himself after his little comment. Breakfast ended abruptly with Steven looking at the clock and feigning surprise. He thanked your dad for letting him crash there for the night, made up some excuse as to why he needed to leave so suddenly and then waved goodbye to both of you before making a quick exit. You wondered if you were ever going to see him again.

----

For two weeks you fought off thoughts about your dad’s best friend. You tried so hard not to think about the way his arms felt carrying you up to bed the other night; so hard not to think about the way he smelled when you had your face buried in his neck; you tried so fucking hard not to think about the way his fingers felt brushing over your clit while he kissed you so passionately.

You were surprised when your father left for work and only a couple of hours later, Steven arrived. You hadn’t heard him come in, and nearly screamed when you heard papers shuffling downstairs while you were stepping out of the shower. You peered out the window and saw his car parked in the driveway. You let out a sigh of relief, realizing that there wasn’t a burglar in your home, but that initial fear was replaced with an anxiety that you couldn’t shake. Steven was there. He was actually there.

“He’s just here to help you with your resume,” you said to yourself in your vanity mirror, as though that was somehow supposed to stop the ache growing between your legs.

It wasn’t like it was easy to push away the thoughts that crept into your mind. You had to admit that there were a couple nights where you’d made a panting, wet mess of yourself while you imagined him buried deep inside of you, making you so cock dumb you could hardly breathe. Now you were alone together, and he was supposed to be helping you with your resume. You needed to pull yourself together. This was your dad’s best friend, and no good could come out of fulfilling your stupid fantasies.

When you finally came downstairs, dressed in something modest to help you both suppress your desires, you thought you were going to be able to stay strong. He was sitting on the couch, back to, fluffy dark curls in disarray as usual. Your mind, for a mere second, flashed to your fingers entangled in them, but you quickly shook he thought from your head.

You can do this, you said to yourself, it’s just Steven. It’s just good old–

The fucker turned around, bright eyes shining like it was the first time he’d ever seen you. You stopped in your tracks, pressing your hand to your chest like he’d just punched the air from your lungs. There were no words coming out of your mouth. You wanted to ask him how his trip was. You wanted to start discussing the pros and cons of putting certain extracurricular activities on your resume.

He stood up, wiping his hands on his pants. He was nervous. Why wasn’t he talking? You clearly weren’t going to be the one to say the first word, you couldn’t even if you wanted to. He didn’t talk, he just walked closer, each scuff of his shoe was deafening in the quiet air of your house.

“Stev–”

His lips were over yours before you could think, and you were falling into it hopelessly, grabbing the hem of his denim coat to pull yourself in closer. How was this happening? This was Steven, the guy who your dad trusted more than anyone, and he was grabbing both of your hips and pulling them tightly against his. You felt his prodding erection so strong and needy against your lower abdomen. If he couldn’t be the bigger person, you had to be. You pulled away from his arms while simultaneously pushing him back. He looked at you like a kicked puppy, lips pressed together tightly.

“Steven we can’t. We can’t,” you insisted, despite your wanting to let him bend you over the arm of the couch.

He nodded slowly, “I’m sorry I know. Sorry, I understand, truly love, it’s just…damn…sorry.”

He ran a hand through his hair and turned back to you. You walked up to him and put a hand on his back, looking over to meet his eye. He looked hurt by your rejection, but you knew he wasn’t stupid. You knew he understood why this, whatever this was, couldn’t continue for a moment longer. You both cared about your father so much, you couldn’t bear the thought of hurting him.

“S’not like I have girls throwing themselves at me y’know? I know I’m your dad’s best mate but…you’re so smart, you’re talented, not to mention incredibly beautiful I can’t–”

“Steven.”

“-and all they’ve ever done is laugh at me when I ramble on about the things I like, and you looked at me like—”

“Steven,” you repeated.

“-no one’s ever really cared about anything I’ve had to say. Not really and—”

“Steven!” Finally he stopped and looked at you. “I get it, and I’m sorry too. We just…can’t.”

You didn’t realize Steven had felt that way about you. It wasn’t like you didn’t feel the same, but you knew you couldn’t act on it. It wasn’t fair to your dad. After several more apologies, Steven determined he couldn’t bear to stay there and help you with your resume, so he grabbed his papers quickly and hurried out of your house.

----

After three weeks passed, you wondered if Steven would ever come back to your house. That is until your dad was on his way out the door for work and told you he’d received a text from Steven yesterday. Apparently he felt bad that you still didn’t have a job after being home all that time. Your cheeks grew hot immediately when you thought about the prospect of being alone with him again. Your dad left, and you just stood there wondering what you were going to do.

You could still remember what Steven’s lips tasted like, and what his hands felt like. You still thought about him when you were alone in your room gasping quietly with two fingers plunged deep inside your wet channel. You wanted him, but you were afraid. What if your dad found out? You couldn’t risk it…but maybe…maybe, Steven was worth the risk.

You thought for a moment about your alternatives; the men you were supposed to be interested in; the men who weren’t best friends with your father. In your experience, most of them treated you like you were an idiot and not worth their time. None of them acted like you were important to them. They certainly didn’t look at you as though you were the only woman in existence and tell you that you were smart, talented and beautiful.

They also didn’t know you like Steven did. Steven was there to talk to you on the late nights after a family barbecue when you couldn’t sleep and your dad was already in bed. He was there to help you with your impossibly difficult homework assignments, and he was there when you left for college, making sure you knew how to get around paying full price for your textbooks. – ‘Just buy them an edition or two under the one the professor asks you for, yeah? They’re pretty much the same thing and way cheaper.’ –

By the time he arrived a couple hours later, you realized that Steven was the obvious choice above all others, it was so clear. You walked down the stairs silently. Why were you still denying it? Was it because you knew there was no way it could really work out? Surely you’d be stuck perpetually lying and sneaking around to avoid getting caught. It would be an exciting endeavor at first, but it would stop being fun and eventually be downright exhausting. When you saw him this time, sitting there in your living room back to on the couch with his laptop and notebooks, you didn’t care anymore. All of that could get dealt with later. You wanted him in every way.

You wanted him now.

“Steven I–”

You froze in your tracks, seeing his laptop screen over the top of his head. He had a website open, a dating site. You could see the lewd messages between him and a pretty girl on the screen. Steven said a few curses while he tried to close the window, meanwhile you were trying to calm yourself down. You had no real reason to be upset. You’d turned him down, he was just doing what he should’ve been doing from the start, dating women that weren’t his best friend’s kid. That didn’t stop you from feeling the disappointment pool in your gut like a bad meal.

“Sorry, just…there.”

He finally got the window moved and now had a text document open. You took a deep breath, trying to stop yourself from collapsing on the floor. Why was this bothering you so much? It should’ve been a relief. He was moving on, and now you could too. It was simple. Life could go back to normal.

“Actually…” You gulped harshly, holding back the tears that threatened just behind the surface, “actually I wish dad had asked me before he texted you. I don’t need…” you gestured to him and the area surrounding, “this anymore.”

“What, you don’t need—oh, I see what’s happenin’ here,” Steven’s smile grew over his face, and for a moment you felt hopeful that he was going to scoop you up and kiss your sorrows away.

“Y-you do?”

“Yeah…I do…you missy got a job and you haven’t told your dad yet!” He walked over and grabbed your shoulders. Was this the part where he kissed you?

Nope.

“Congratulations! See, I knew you were brilliant. Didn’t even need me after all.”

It would seem that the universe was looking out for you anyway. Your dad walked through the door having forgotten his lunch in the fridge earlier that morning. He mumbled about how he was glad they let him leave to grab it, but damned himself still for forgetting it in the first place. If you and Steven had been standing there, tongues down each other’s throats…you wouldn't have been caught so easily. It would appear the rejection was a blessing in disguise.

Steven kept your ‘secret’ about the job you didn’t really have and proceeded to strike up a conversation with your dad while you just felt the world crumble around you. You’d never felt such a pit of dread in your stomach. You felt numb, and walked up to your room, deciding to stay there for the remainder of the day.

----

You weren’t thrilled at the prospect of Steven coming by to check on you while your dad was out of town for the week. Steven had seemed to have moved on easily from you. You even heard your dad talking about how he had a girl he’d taken on a date a couple of times. You wondered if it was the same girl he was messaging on the dating site. Two dates within the last two weeks. He must’ve really been smitten with her. Meanwhile, you were spending your evenings trying to stop thinking about that stupid night you’d spent together, and how much you regretted all of it.

But mostly you regretted pushing him away when he’d come back from his holiday.

When he finally showed up, it was after dinner. You were sitting on the couch watching some crappy movie about five guys taking down a Columbian drug lord. You paused the movie and turned around to see him standing there. He was so handsome. Your stomach fluttered wildly, making you feel nauseous. You turned back to the tv and pressed play again, not saying a word.

“Hi love. Just coming in to check on you, y’know? Your father asked me to so…here I am,” he sounded timid, like he was trying to calm down a wild animal. He knew you were upset…was it that obvious?

You didn’t respond. You didn’t need him there anyway, checking in on you. You were twenty-two, not seven. He had no reason to be there other than your father acting over protective in a way that was even more annoying than he could possibly understand. Steven walked around to the other side of the couch and sat down. Looking up at the screen, he pointed and chuckled.

“Never seen this film before, but don’t think that’s very smart, burnin’ their money like that yeah?” He shifted, wiping his hands on his pants.

He was nervous again.

You finally looked over at him, “you don’t have to stay here. You can tell my dad you checked on me and just go.”

“I’m guessing you heard about Jane…”

“Didn’t know her name,” you said coldly, “but yeah, I heard about her.”

“I just thought that…if you really didn’t want this, whatever this is, then I’d better find some way to move on. Maybe you should—”

“I’ll be right back,” you slammed the remote down and started for the stairs.

“I’ll pause it if you—”

“Nope! Enjoy the movie Stevie!”

You had no right.

You had no right to be as angry as you were about Steven finding someone that he could spend time with out in the open. He could kiss her in the street, he could take her on a date, he could bring her over and put his arm around her in front of your dad. She could give him all the things that you couldn’t.

Now it was too late. You were sitting in your room, trying desperately not to cry so loudly that Steven would hear you from downstairs. Either you failed in your attempt to be quiet, or he was going to come up to your room whether he heard you or not, because he pushed your door open with a low creak. You looked up at him, standing there with his hands balled up in fists in front of himself. He looked almost like a child who was afraid of getting in trouble.

“Love?” He asked.

You wiped your eyes quickly, turning away so he couldn’t see you.

“Please go away, Steven,” you said in a nasally tone.

“Yeah, I will…in a minute.”

You felt the bed shift next to you and you turned your back to him completely, crossing your legs on the bed. You felt uncomfortable knowing he was right behind you. Your feelings of discomfort were amplified when you felt his hand on your shoulder with a light tug. He was strong, and you weren’t in a position to fight back, so you fell into his chest.

“Are we gonna talk about this or are we going to keep pretending we don’t feel…something?” He asked, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Y’know I only went out with her because you made it exceptionally clear that you were finished with me...but I never stopped thinking about you.”

“We’re going to keep pretending,” you turned around and looked at him deeply, “because it’s wrong, Steven.”

“So then let’s just…” he leaned in close to you, “we can just let it go if…” you leaned closer, “if you want.”

“We really shouldn’t…” his nose brushed against yours, “if we get caught my dad…” your mouths were almost touching, “he’ll be so mad I–”

It was over. You pushed Steven back onto the bed and kissed him sloppily, desperate to feel him again. You straddled him and already felt the strength of his erection pressing against you through his pants. He grabbed your hips and held them in place, rubbing himself against you hungrily. While it did feel good, having him dry hump you and feeling the sweet friction of the clothes you wore against your needy clit, you wanted more.

“Get your pants off, please,” you practically begged, working on discarding your own bottoms.

Steven complied, and when he did you froze in awe at the size of him. He was bigger than you’d thought he would be which excited you as you climbed over him again. You felt his fat tip prodding at your entrance, becoming slick with your juices. He rested a large hand on either of your hips, squeezing hard. You thought he was going to let you set the pace but…

“Sorry love, sorry I–” he grunted and thrust upward into you while simultaneously pulling you down, gasping as he did, “-oh just had to feel you—oh shit. Been thinkin’ about it f’so long now.”

“Oh-Steven oh my–” you fell forward, leaning down to kiss him while he jackhammered into you at an unforgiving pace.

The sound of skin slapping skin was deafening and he never slowed the speed at which he fucked you from below. You tried to keep your lips over his but you couldn’t so you sat upright, looking down at him. He licked his bottom lip and then trapped it under his top teeth. Both of his large hands were gripping your thighs, holding you in place with a bruising strength.

“Lean back f’me, love. Grab my legs.”

You whined as you did what he asked, arching back and grabbing onto his shins.

“There you go darling, now slide back and forth.” You started rocking your hips as he’d instructed, dragging his cock along your walls in a delicious rhythm. “Yeah, there y’go, just like that.”

Your jaw fell open when Steven pressed the pad of his thumb on your clit. He started rolling his finger over the sensitive nub, circling gently. You whined at the touch, looking down at him. His strong jaw was still clenched while he bit his bottom lip. You kept sliding yourself back and forth, taking his cock as deep as you could and feeling the way it would twitch inside of you on every pass. He felt so good, any reservations you had were gone, he was all you wanted…all you needed.

“Does that feel good, love? You’re squeezing so tight–god–it’s so…”

Steven was still using his free hand to hold onto your thigh and help your movements. You could feel him churning his hips what little bit he could in rhythm with your own. Thank goodness your father wasn’t home or there would be no denying what you were doing. You were practically screaming Steven’s name while he dragged his fat cock against that sweet spot deep inside of you. His thumb kept brushing over your clit, sending electric currents through your entire body.

“Feels so good Steven–yes ah!”

He shocked you when he sat up so suddenly, bringing his face close to yours. You kissed him deeply and started sliding up and down over him. He disconnected his lips from yours and looked at you, eyes so hooded with desire that you’d think he was drunk if you didn’t know any better.

“Love the way you work yourself on me darling. You look so pretty when you’re taking what you want from me. Don’t stop–mm yes–just–like–that.”

You’d never heard Steven’s voice sound so rough and wrecked before. He lifted your shirt and took one of your nipples into his mouth, humming into your breast as he did. When you looked down all you could see was his brown curls peeking out under your shirt. His hands worked to spread your ass cheeks and help you move while you continued grinding down on top of him. You felt a bead of spit trickling down your torso from Steven’s continued mawing at your chest.

“Steven, not gonna make it much longer!” You whined loudly.

“I know love, I can feel it,” he grunted. “Just let go f’me, I’m right there.”

If not for Steven’s strong arms continuing the pace, you would’ve stopped moving the moment your orgasm took over your body. It felt so good your legs went completely numb, struggling to hold you up. You felt your cunt squeezing around his girth, contracting and releasing while you gushed over him. His hips shot up, one harsh snap as his own climax peaked, hot white spend filling you so full that you felt it leak out around the sides of his cock.

You were both a breathless heap when you were done and coming back down from your high. You found yourself wrapped in his arms in your bed while sleep took you both over. You never thought in a million years that you and Steven would’ve done something so intimate, but now that you’d actually felt him, and been so close to him, you wouldn’t change it for the world.

----

Steven had awoken the following morning next to you and you wondered what would take place after that. Was he going to want to continue seeing you, or was he going to continue seeing that Jane girl?

He was going to continue seeing Jane…and then he didn’t see you again for another three weeks. When he’d left that morning after he ‘checked’ on you, he assured you that continuing to date her would be a way of throwing your father off your trail. The two of you would be able to keep seeing each other in secret, and your dad wouldn’t think anything of it. The only problem was, you weren’t seeing each other at all. Steven straight up blew you off, so when your dad told you he was coming over for dinner, you felt anxious almost immediately.

Dinner was almost ready when your phone buzzed on the counter. You picked it up. Joey, the guy you’d met last week at the local coffee shop was asking if you were still on for tomorrow night. You replied, ‘yes’, and then put your phone in your pocket. As hard as it was, going out with someone else was a necessary step in getting things back to normal. Steven clearly had no intention of pursuing things with you further, so why were you going to wait for him? It didn’t mean it didn’t hurt like hell to let him go though, after everything you’d been through together.

When he walked into the house sporting his usual nervous smile and disheveled dark locks, you felt your breath hitch in your throat. He was still so handsome. It’s not like you expected that to change, but you’d hoped that maybe you would’ve stopped mentally putting him on a pedestal by now so you could move on. But you didn’t, and you couldn’t.

“Hey, Steven.” You said coldly with a glare to match as he approached the dining table.

“Oh, hey!” He looked genuinely happy to see you.

You tried so hard not to look like you wanted to turn him to stone with your gaze, but you couldn’t help it. After the night you’d shared together, and the things he said you would do under your dad’s nose, him standing you up had done nothing but piss you off. You didn’t even want to go on a date with the loser from the coffee shop, you’d just wanted something…anything to help clear your mind from Steven, and yet here he was, sitting right in front of you, acting like nothing fazed him at all.

You wasted no time telling him about the date.

“Steven, I wanted to tell you how excited I am about tomorrow night, I’m going on a date!”

You looked up from your plate to see Steven with a forkful of mashed potatoes sitting in front of his wide open mouth. He seemed to be frozen by your words, and a snide smirk rested over your face. He popped the mash into his mouth, getting a little on his chin and shirt while he just kept looking at you.

“Well…” he said, mouth full and using his napkin to dab his chin, “that’s…erm…that’s good innit?” He took a huge gulp of wine.

You shrugged, “I suppose. Sometimes you just have to take what you want when things don’t go your way.”

The conversation wasn’t about you and Joey anymore.

You swigged your own wine down in one gulp. Steven’s whole demeanor changed, like he was mentally disconnected from the conversation, even while he spoke.

“Oh, erm, you like this guy then? He’s nice?” He wasn’t looking at you, instead he was poking the food on his plate nervously.

“I don’t know,” you tried to sound indifferent, “if nothing else he’ll be a good distraction. Keep things interesting.”

Steven nodded, and looked back up at you. He was forcing himself to eat, you could tell by the way he popped his fork into his mouth again unenthusiastically. His eyes were glossing over. You knew he was seconds from the waterworks and you hoped that your dad didn’t notice. When you looked in your father’s direction, he was fixated on his own phone, likely something to do with work.

Steven finally responded, “good…it will be good for you to find someone you can spend time with then.”

“He’s right, you know.” Your dad chimed in, seemingly oblivious to the private conversation you and Steven were having right under his nose. “You’ve got a good job, now it’s time to find someone who makes you happy right?”

“Yeah, he is right isn’t he? I mean…he’s got someone to make him happy, Judy, right Steven? So he should know how nice it feels.” You kept your eyes on your dad who admittedly looked at you quizzically when you said something so clearly pointed at Steven.

You just made it uncomfortably awkward…even more so than it already was.

“Who wants more wine?” You asked, getting up and going to the kitchen, effectively ending the awkward exchange.

The glasses of wine were filled while you and Steven continued to avoid looking at each other. You both guzzled down three more glasses each while your father and he entertained more small talk. When dinner concluded, he got up and went outside to start putting together a fire, and your dad asked you to do the dishes and join them when you were finished.

You did the dishes, but you didn’t join them. You told your dad you weren’t feeling well and instead retreated to your room. The last thing you wanted to do was continue the awkwardness that transpired at the dinner table. You thought that would be the end of it, that Steven would have enough sense to just let you walk away and let the spark between you both die down.

You were wrong.

Your father had gone to bed almost a half hour before you heard Steven working his way upstairs. You thought for sure he would walk right by your room and go to the guest room, but he didn’t. Steven twisted your door handle and walked in, closing the door quickly while he stepped inside. You sat up and looked at him with confusion, rubbing the fatigue from your eyes.

“What are you doing in here?” You asked. He stumbled so you got up quickly and put your hands on his shoulders. “Hey! Careful. Here…sit down.”

You helped him onto your bed hurriedly before your dad woke up to his drunk friend being a little too noisy in your bedroom. Steven groaned and covered his face with his hands, slouching over.

“I’m so dumb, I’m sorry. Listen to me love, please, just listen and don’t kick me out.” Steven looked at you with those eyes that made your body melt into a puddle every time you saw them.

You crossed your arms over your chest, “What?” Maybe you sounded a little too harsh, but to say you were angry was an understatement.

He took a deep breath, “I made a huge mistake. I am so sorry I tried to gather the courage to reach out to you, but then I thought about your dad and I started to feel a bit guilty.”

“It’s a little late for that isn’t it?”

“A bit…yeah a bit…but I still felt it. And like, wakin’ up next to you was the best moment of my entire life. I can’t even begin to describe it, it was like–“

“I know Steven, I felt the same.”

Relief flooded over his body and that love-dumb smile spread across his lips. He grabbed both of your hands and pulled you to stand between his legs, resting his face between your breasts. You felt a vibration across your sternum from him mumbling to you. You stepped back and looked down at him.

“What?”

“I said, I’m sorry.” His eyes were glossy again. “I didn’t have the courage to reach out to you, and then it had been over a week and I thought surely I shouldn’t reach out to you now because you’d be angry no doubt. I wanted to, I really, really–”

You were a certified moron for kissing him right then. He didn’t prove to you in the slightest that he cared about you, not with his actions anyway, but you were still a little buzzed from the wine you’d had earlier, and you felt the arousal building between your legs. Not to mention the small part of you that actually believed the words coming out of his mouth. When you tried to pull away from the kiss, Steven wrapped his arms around your bottom and pulled you close. You conceded, cupping his cheeks and sucking his lower lip in between your teeth.

If kissing Steven was one thing, it was messy, sloppy, and wet. He tasted like wine and something entirely unique to Steven. You wanted to devour him in every sense of the word, to feel him around you and inside of you all at once. He was faster than you, quickly removing his pants and getting them down around his ankles, staying positioned still on the edge of the bed.

The cheap lace panties you’d worn must’ve had a small tear already started, that or Steven was deceptively strong, because he ripped them all too easily. He threw them aside like they’d personally wronged him and you moved to straddle him on the edge of the mattress. The thick head of his cock was already prodding so hungrily against your greedy hole. You finally took your mouth off Steven’s and looked at him. He was so pretty, lips glossy and swollen from your oral onslaught.

“Did you fuck her?” You asked, breathless.

Steven shook his head, “no, couldn’t bring m’self to do that to you love. Not a chance.”

He leaned up and kissed you again, even harder than before, which you didn’t think was possible. You took your frustration out on his lips, still mad at him for leaving you high and dry for so long. Oh but you weren’t dry now, you were anything but dry. Steven grabbed your hips in both of his big hands and pulled you down roughly over his length. You moaned deeper into his mouth, attempting to keep yourself from alerting your father who was, hopefully, sleeping down the hall.

Steven grabbed your asscheeks firmly and started bouncing you like you were weightless over his girth. He was hitting you so deep, filling you so full you could hardly stand it. You couldn’t bring yourself to take your lips from his though. The way they felt, the fixation you had on making the flesh there all raw and slick was maddening.

He was so noisy, not only in the way the bed creaked with his movements, but his hungry moans that you gladly swallowed whole would wake the neighborhood if you didn’t stifle them somehow. You broke it off and looked down at him. His puffy lips, so swollen from your relentless sucking, were spit soaked and shining.

“You need to quiet down Steven or my dad is going to hear us,” you whispered softly.

“I know love I know it just-oh my God–it just feels–it feels so good.”

He grabbed the back of your neck for more sloppy kisses, as though they were his life support. Now one-handed, he relied on you to take over the motions, and you were happy to comply. You slid yourself up and down over his fat cock, feeding him your whines and whimpers while it split you open. He pulled your head back, breaking your faces apart once again.

“Don’t want you going on that date love, I don’t like it,” he looked at you so heartbroken you slowed your movements.

“I have to go Steven, we can’t let my dad know that we’re up to something, and if we’re both dating someone else then–” He interrupted you with his mouth again, “—then he’ll never suspect that–” another, “—we’re together.”

Steven shook his head, “don’t like the thought.”

He picked you up and laid you on your back without pulling out of you. Now you were both on the bed, him on top of you, thrusting slowly in what you assumed was an attempt to keep the noise to a minimum. You wished he could slam into you harder, despite knowing it would be a huge mistake.

“Don’t want you with someone else. Don’t want you makin’ these sounds for anyone else.” His face buried into the crook of your neck, leaving soft kisses there.

A sharp gasp escaped you when he nipped your neck. He started licking and sucking the skin there. You whined from the pain; he was drawing the flesh into his mouth harshly.

“Steven, you're going to leave a mark,” you warned, trying to pull yourself away from his mouth.

He hummed against you, fucking harder and sucking harder. You had to cover your mouth with your hand to keep yourself from alerting your father to what you and Steven were doing. That’s when you felt the arousal pooling like hot lava in your core. It came on so fast, hitting you like a wave until you were gushing and clenching around his wide girth. Steven choked out a low moan, finally releasing the hold he had on your neck. You felt him filling you, hot cum squelching out around him as he thrusted through his orgasm.

When you were both finished, he was breathing heavily with his face still resting on your neck. You knew why he was staying. You understood what he was feeling because you felt it too. You didn’t want to let go. An eternity could go by and it wouldn’t be enough time with him. He lifted himself up on his elbows and then leaned down to kiss you one more time.

“You’ve got to go on that date darling, I know you do but…I don’t want to ever hear about it alright? When we’re together, we don’t need to talk about any of it, I won’t talk about…her either. Please.” His eyes darted between yours rapidly.

You nodded, brushing your thumb over his cheek, “okay, not a word.”

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You’d never felt so stupid.

There you were, standing in the rain outside of the restaurant where you’d been stood up. Your dad was gone for the weekend on business, and you didn’t know who else to call, that’s why you called him. He’d always be there for you, you knew that. No matter the situation, no matter the time, he would always come to your rescue.

Steven.

He pulled up to the sidewalk, stopping fast right in front of you, a little water splashing up and nearly getting all over your shoes. Steven was fast to run over, umbrella at the ready for the short walk to the car. You didn’t even need the thing, truth be told, but you weren’t going to tell him that. He looked so damn happy just to be your knight in shining armor.

“It’s pourin’ out, love! Why didn’t you wait inside?” He yelled over the rain.

You ignored his question, finding yourself only focused on the way his dampened curls framed his handsome face. Maybe you did need the umbrella after all; It kept you both dry while you grabbed his coat and pulled him close, slotting your lips over his in a deep, passion filled kiss. He used his free hand to tug you in even closer by the small of your back.

“Steven…” You looked up at him and found yourself lost in the beauty of his sparkling eyes.

“Darling, you’re gonna catch a cold out here if we don’t get inside the car,” he held out his arm, “how about I get you home to change and then take I’ll take you out on a real date, hm?”

Your stomach fluttered at the thought. A real date? With Steven? You took his arm and let him lead you to the car, but your mind was still racing. He got on the other side and started driving off.

“You want to take me on a date?” You looked over at him incredulously.

He started his usual stammering, “w-well I mean…if you’d like to, y-yeah. Not gonna make you do anythin’ you don’t want to, I was just thinkin–”

“No, it’s not that I don’t want to.”

You pulled down the mirror in the car. You looked like a drowned rat, and felt grateful that Steven had offered to bring you home prior to taking you out on a date. Your makeup was running down your cheeks and your tight red dress was soaked through. You chuckled and flipped the visor back up. You really did look like shit. You wouldn’t even want to take you out looking like that.

“I’d love to go on a date with you, it’s just, what about my dad? We can’t just go out together, what if someone sees us? And what about Jane? I’m sure if she catches you out with another woman she won’t be too happy.”

Steven pulled into the driveway. It was awkwardly quiet except for the rain pitter pattering on the windshield. You didn’t get out right away, you were feeling too overwhelmed to move. On one hand, you were seriously considering the future with Steven. It was clear that you were both too hung up on each other to keep this hidden. On the other hand, you couldn’t fathom telling your father about this. What would he say?

“Well for starters, I broke up with Jane,” you looked over at Steven, eyes wide and buzzing from his words. “I felt too guilty stringing her along while I knew my heart wasn’t in it and…” he took your hand in his, pressing his lips to your knuckles softly, “every time I was with her, I felt miserable that I wasn’t with you.”

“What do you think we should do then?” You asked, looking at him and hoping he had some magical solution that didn’t involve telling your dad…ever.

“We have to tell your father, love. I know it’s not what you want to hear but…I can’t keep doin’ this. I want to be with you. Not hidin’, not sneakin’ about. I want to take you out and spoil you and be a real couple, you know?”

Damn it.

“Alright,” you let out the breath you’d been holding for far too long. Despite the anxiety pooling in your chest, you smiled, “let’s go on that date then.”

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takeomisbitch · 7 months

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Gag Him

A/N: I’m so sorry for the late post I had a fucked up day yesterday and all I wanted to do was sleep but here it is. Just got off of work so it’s now finished. Enjoy

Kinktober day 8 Eren Yeager x Fem!Reader

Word Count:941

Tags:NSFW, Modern AU, Ball gag, Vibrating wand, Dom!Reader, Sub!Eren, Slight edging, ma'am used once like as a joke

Synopsis:Your boyfriend always been tough and “dominant” on the outside and in front of people he knew and he likes to tell his friends that he always has you screaming, crying and shaking for him when your not around, and when he tells his friends once again at an early Halloween party in front of you, you decide to take him home and gag him for being a very bad boy

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One of Eren’s best friends Connie is throwing an early halloween party for some odd reason, and knowing how Eren is at parties you only limited him to 4 drinks.

“Only four?!” he looks at you, his mouth gaped and his eyebrows lifted, “Yes only four I don’t want to deal with you drunk.” giggling you kiss his cheek, walking through the door of the frat house that Connie is a part of, you see tons of kids that are in your college, “There’s mad people here,” your boyfriend whispers in your ear throwing his arm around your shoulder. “Yea, we can go whenever we're ready so don’t stress it.”

After walking around for 10 minutes you find your group of friends outside by a fire pit, “Y/N, Eren. You guys made it.” Connie shouts out standing from his seat, you wave and say hi to the group when you guys get closer while Eren does that stupid head nod.

About an hour into the party you hear Eren talking to Jean, Connie and Reiner talking about how he “Always have her crying” “She’s always screaming for me” “She’s always shaking for me,” he says everything within earshot of you with a smirk on his face. Knowing that he is lying you decide to just take it home.

Getting up from your seat you walk over to Eren “Eren I’m getting tired can we go?” You ask him, looking down at him. “Yea, let's go sweetheart.” He got up from his seat saying goodbye to the group. Eren puts his arm around your waist rubbing his hand on it.

Leaving the house you enter the car Eren on the drivers side, “Why’d you want to leave early baby?” he trunks his head towards you every couple a seconds waiting for a reply has he drives to your apartment, “Cause you want to sit there and spread lies Eren,” you give him a smirk your eyes hung low, “Well I was just joking,” he sputters out his eyes frantically looking at you when he stops at the red light.

Choosing to ignore him until you get home Eren keeps talking to you trying to get you to talk, “I’m sorry baby I didn’t mean it.”

You pull into the parking lot of your apartment getting out once the car is in park, Eren following right behind you still pleading with you. Walking into the elevator you press your floor number Eren still not giving up. Reaching your floor you get off the elevator you stop by your door and tell Eren to “Go inside take your clothes off and lay on the bed for me.”

He nods his head giving a small yes as he walks through the door and towards your bedroom. You walk to the closet in your hallway unlocking it with your key and you are met with tons a sex toys that both you and Eren have used except for two of them, a vibrating wand and a ball gag. Grabbing the things you close the door and lock it back up, walking to your room you see Eren on your bed his back up against the headboard.

“Baby I really didn’t mean it I wear” He pleads with you after seeing the toys you picked out. Telling Eren to shush you strip from your clothes, getting up on the bed “Wait Y/N do we-” cutting him off you tie the ball gag around his head, plugging the vibrating wand into the wall by your bed.

Looking down between Eren legs you see his tan flushed cock leaking and twitching when you bring your hand down to stroke him a bit. “Ren, why did you lie to friends when you know it’s you that is always you screaming and crying n’ shaking for me.” Your voice is stern when you turn the vibrator on, Eren is already red in the face, his whimpers getting muffled by the ball gag.

Setting the vibrator on to the highest setting, you drag it to and from the base and the tip of his cock, his cock twitching at the speed. You watch Eren’s face as he tries to moan and whimper, his body twitching and moving away from the toy. “Keep moving and i’ll have to tie you down,” you tell him slapping thigh with your free hand, Eren movements come to a halt but the sensation on his cock has his hand coming up to yours trying to push it away, “Eren stop before I won’t let you cum,” you slap his hand away choosing to hold the vibrator on his sensitive tip.

Watching as pre-cum leaks from his tip you can tell that Eren is close, “Wanna come baby?” pouting at him, you move the vibrator up and down his cock once again. Eren nods his head up and down another muffled whimper coming from him. You bring the toy back to the tip of his cock moving it around in circles, “Come for me Eren. Only if you promise to tell your friends the truth when we see them again” You give him a teasing smile as he nods his head giving you a strangled yes.

“Ok then baby, then come for me.” Once you gave Eren the release word, warm ropes of come shoots of his cock landing on your hand and his stomach and all over the toy. Turning the toy off you move up to take the ball gag out of his mouth, “Now come take care of me ‘Ren” You said lying down next to him your legs spread wide. “Yes Ma’am”

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cerealyoam · 2 years

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POV: you’re fucking overworked

Prompt: You’ve been running around the house, demanded to do one too many chores all at the dissatisfaction of the people you live with. The Genshin men catch whiff of this.

A/N: nearly cried while writing this, long overdue!

Scaramouche

has seen you brutally exhausted the past couple of days.

Your tone of voice has changed, you look lost in thought whenever you’re around him, and a multitude of other things - he simply can’t not notice.

he figures maybe you’re working a bit too hard, and should just let it all pass.

In fact, weren’t you a grown person? You should be able to handle these things, right?

that is, until you got worse

he saw you less, and less, and whenever he did see you — had he managed to drag you out of the confinement of your home — you were on edge, irritable, and overall not the person he knew

He’s taken it upon himself to figure the fuck out, why you’ve been so distant

Your date has just ended, it’s around 4pm, and you’re hit with the loud, recurring noise of your phone’s ringtone.

Scaramouche, standing right next to you, is already fucking frustrated. He can’t figure out why you’re so tired, and it’s not like you’ve dropped any coherent hints anyway. So he decides to discreetly listen into the conversation from right next to you.

His blood boils at the noise.

“Hey, where are you?” The person on the phone says. “Come home quick. We need you to take care of things while we’re out.”

Scaramouche notices the way you grimace. “I’m out right now, I can’t.”

“We don’t care, no one’s at home to do the work and you’ve been doing a terrible job the past week. When are you going to take charge of your responsibilities and stop being so careless?”

The voice gets louder and louder as the conversation progresses, and you slowly begin to lose your patience. “I can’t just leave right now, I’m—“

“It doesn’t matter. If we don’t see the house clean by the time we get back, cross my fucking heart, Y/N, you’ll feel the wrath of it.”

“But I—“

“—Ungrateful, careless child.”

The phone hangs up.

You want to throw it across the fucking floor.

Alas, there’s nothing you can do. Yet again, they haven’t given you much choice. A sigh escapes you, and you pocket your phone. “I’m sorry, Scaramouche, but I have to go—“

The sight of his face shakes you to your core.

“Who. The fuck. Was that?” He asks, his voice calm, and careful, but his expression far from it.

You gulp, feeling intimidated. “It’s my family, they’re asking me to head home and take care of some stuff.”

“Ask?” He laughs, like this whole thing is a fucking joke. “Didn’t sound like asking to me. Sounded like they were fucking forcing you into it.”

“It’s my responsibility, though, I can’t just leave it,” you respond. There’s a tightness in your chest as you defend them — you know, deep down, they’re in the wrong. But they’re leaving you with no choice. You can already hear the punishment in your head, in great detail. You can hear their words reverberating in your ears.

“No fucking way, it sounds like they need to take care of their own responsibilities instead of thrusting them at you.”

Scaramouche, grabs your hand, and tugs you along. “You’re not going anywhere. If they call you again, I’ll fucking talk to them myself. Stupid fuckers. I can’t believe they’d take advantage of you like this.”

You have the rest of your date.

Eventually, scaramouche gets you to move out of your home. If things spiral out of control, he’s already on their tail to make them fuck the hell off. Will make sure they never bother yo again.

Supports you financially, too, til’ you can pay him back.

Well, he says you’ll be paying him back, but there’s no way that’s ever coming into fruition.

***

Kaeya

Will notice from the very moment your demeanour changes

You may think you’re able to hide things when you want to, but there’s always a slip-up and kaeya always stares it down.

Won’t ask you about it at first, hoping you’ll come to him eventually, but you never do.

It isn’t until he happens to look over you while you’re messaging them, that he starts getting serious

You’ve received messages from them basically listing the chores you’re in charge with as soon as you get home, and all the previous feelings of happiness from hanging out with your boyfriend deflate.

Rereading the messages don’t make you feel any better, but now there’s an ache in your chest, wondering what would happen if you forgot, or didn’t do all those things by the time they get home.

“What’s that?” Kaeya asks. He’s already read it, though, while you’ve been sulking.

“It’s nothing serious, just my work for the day,” you respond, sighing as you quickly type out a response.

Kaeya nudges your shoulder. “That’s a pretty long list of things to do,” he leans over, scrolling up through the previous messages, skimming them before you can stop him. “They treat you like this? Do you even get paid?”

“Hah, I wish. Then i wouldn’t hate it as much.”

You’re about to hit send, but Kaeya suavely slips the phone put of your hands, tucking it into his pocket.

“Hey!” You jump, hands not sure where to touch to get it back. “I was about yo—“

“And I’m afraid you won’t be able to,” Kaeya smiles, his hand now trailing down to your fingers, intertwining with them. “What a shame. Now, where were we? I was going to help you relax?”

“What? Kaeya, we—“

“To the salon it is, darling.”

Convinces you to move in with him, get a small, manageably sized apartment for you two to live in. Chips in with housework, will never overwork you the way your previous roommate did.

Itto

a bit of an oblivious duck

has no idea how bad you’re feeling until you start cancelling plans on him

Thinks that maybe he’s done something wrong, so ends up at your front door to apologize for whatever it is he did

Discovers he isn’t the problem here

Your doorbell rings, and you’re snapped out of your cleaning frenzy. Your housemates get to the door before you, though, and you feel worse, wondering if that’s the groceries they’ve ordered, waiting for you to have to organize all those things in their spots.

You can already feel an ache setting in your muscles, but you choose to stay in blissful ignorance until then.

However, a familiar voice startles you from your stupor.

“I’m here to see Y/n, are they home?” Itto asks, boisterous and loud.

The person opening the door, to your utmost dread. “No, they aren’t. Who are you? What do you want?”

“Oh, we’re super close. Didn’t they talk about me? The great Itto?” Itto laughs, unaware of the clearly uncomfortable tone from them.

“They’re busy, so you can leave.”

Out of curiosity, you approach the door, and Itto spots you immediately from the corner of his eye.

“Y/N!” He yells, turning to wave as he towers over them. “There you are! We need to talk. Wow, you look exhausted — why did you say they weren’t home?”

“I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” your housemate tuts, ready to close the door shut in his face.

“Hey, wait! I need to talk to them, it’s important—“

“Didn’t you hear me?! Leave, before I—“

You jump in, frantic. “Hey, hey, it’s okay, I can talk to him—“

“You go back to your work and keep your nose out of it,” they whisper-yell, and you’re realising just how much the punishment will hurt as soon as Itto leaves.

Not wanting things to escalate further, you wave to itto and retreat back into the kitchen.

“Wait! Y/N!” Itto yells again.

He’s never seen you this tired out before. Heck, he’s realising just how long it’s been since you last had time to go out with him or his friends.

“You can’t talk to them like that!” Itto pushes against the door with his arm, his strength blocking it from closing further. “They said it’s okay. Who are you to dictate that?”

Even with the stubbornness of your housemate, itto pries open the door and invites himself in. No way is he going to let you go after this.

He calls after you again, finding you in the kitchen. You were trying to hold back tears. Of what? You didn’t have enough mental room to figure it out. Tears may have streamed down your face already.

Itto’s hands are out, unsure of whether to touch you or not. Eventually, he settles for holding your hand, gently leading you out. You follow.

“Hey, they’re in the middle of work! Who the hell do you think you ar-“

Itto shoots them a glare that shuts their mouth right up. He thinks its the least angered thing he can do.

How dare they treat you like this? You deserved so much better.

Though, he breathed in, and breathed his anger out. He wouldn’t want you to see him so uptight when you’re clearly the one trembling in his arms.

You’re led ot of the house, to a quiet place a few ways away — Itto made sure his gang kept your roommates out of it — and finally, you sit.

Itto will sit there, comfort you as long as you would like.

Will start talking to the roommate. Him and his gang scold the fuck out of them, no matter their age. If they don’t start improving, Itto will take out his savings and get you to move into a house with him, instead. Wants to make sure you’re safe, not mistreated.

“They’ll realise they’re worthless without you, hah, I hope they regret everything they did to you.”

Diluc

notices you feeling extra jittery lately

You’re restless, upset, and look frazzled, distracted, like you’re trying hard to hold on

Very concerned at your occasional outbursts, from small little things

It isn’t until one little thing he asks of you puts you in a full on stress-attack

“Hey, darling,” you hear diluc say from the dining hall as you walk down the stairs. “Could I ask you to pick up some of the papers from my desk? The ones with ‘dissertation’ written with red ink.”

You’re caught off guard, feeling your hands stiffen by your sides. Nonetheless, you figure it’s harmless, and reply that you will before heading for his office.

You see his table piled up with different papers, and your hands start to stiffen again. Before you realize it at all, your hands bunch up together, you stand at the doorway, struggling to take it all in. There’s so much, and there’s so much you’ve been doing, so much you still have yet to do.

Yet, you persevere. It can’t be that hard to find the papers, right? They’re in bright red ink! Yeah. You’ll get through this.

Rigid as your body moves, you make it to the table. You try not to take in the clutter — your body starts to feel cluttered on the inside, like you’re stuffed full of cotton and scrunched paper and your mind can’t take it.

You’re scared.

Why are you scared?

The list of things continues to grow in your mind.

There’s this, then that, then that other thing you’re behind on, and the thing you’ve been meaning to do for a while now, then…

You start shaking.

You don’t realise you’re shaking, because you stand there, your thoughts going ballistically fast, one after the other, so cluttered that all it does is stuff you even more with cotton.

“Darling?” You hear, and whip your head around to see diluc standing by the entrance, worry stretched across his face.

He seems to take in your shaken state, the way your hands have bunched up at your chest and your breathing getting steadily more erratic.

He calls your name, making his way to you.

The room is too messy for you to think.

You can’t think.

You close your eyes, try to breathe, find any semblance of order in your racing mind…

Diluc comes to you, his hands on your shoulders. “What happened? Is everything okay?”

The words come out sounding wrong. “I don’t… I’m… I can’t find the papers, I can’t find them—“

“Darling, no, it’s okay, they’re just papers, I can find them later,” diluc protests, but you only seem to stir further.

“Why am I feeling like this? It’s just some paper, why am I so— so restless?”

“Perhaps you’ve been pushing yourself too hard,” diluc responds, his hands slowly falling to hold your head against him and wrap you in his embrace.

“But I haven’t done what I needed to! Why am I so tired?”

Diluc was no stranger to overwork, hence your words hitting him like a brick. Is this how others felt when they saw him burnt out?

“Come, darling,” he breathes, soothing you by playing with your hair. “I’ll get Adelinde to send for some tea. Let’s go to the lounge and talk, okay?”

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doitforbangchan · 2 months

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Cloudy day - Felix

Hello loveys, this was requested by the wonderful @softkisshyunjin <3 thank you for being so sweet, i am so happy we are friends :')

Masterlist

Not proofread :)

Idol!Felix x Fan!reader (afab)

Warnings: Fluff, angst, cheating (not reader), cursing, panic attack, crying, Felix being perfect as usual WC: 2k

This was surreal. Here you were, about to meet Straykids, the people you have been idolizing for years, at their fan meeting. Even being in the same city as them was worth the 3 hour drive, let alone getting to meet them. You were buzzing with excitement. You had a feeling this was going to be the best day ever! It didn’t matter to you that you were at the very back of the line, you would wait all day if you had too!

And wait all day you did. Only a few hours but it felt like time was dragging on and on, ever the close to the front you got.The one downside was your boyfriend didn’t want to join you today. You had begged him to come with you, as your boyfriend he should want to share your joy with you, even though it didn’t interest him. Just like you had done for him time and time again; be it going to sports matches or going to clubs with his shitty friends, you always did what he wanted. So it hurt a little that he wouldn’t do the same for you - claiming he had an important meeting for work he couldn’t miss.

Whatever. It didn’t matter he wasn’t here, you were happy anyways. Plus it was almost your turn! You were chatting with the girls (the only 3 people left in line) behind you when you were ushered to the first member, album in hand ready for them to sign it.

Walking up to the table you were greeted by I.N’s smiling face, beckoning you over. You held back a squeal when you reached him. He was so pleasant! A kind young man who chatted with you and signed your albums and photocards, adding a smiley face after his name.

It went like that when you met all of the boys, a few of them letting you hold their hands (Swoon) and being so kind to you, even though you figured they were probably tired from meeting so many people. The only one left to meet was Felix.

Just as you were a few feet away, waiting your turn your phone started to ring. You explicitly told everyone you knew not to bother you unless it was an emergency so you knew something bad must have happened. Looking at the screen it was a call from your boyfriend. You answered instantly.

“Hey babe, what's going on?” Worry laced your voice.

“Hey…. listen Y/n… I know this is a terrible time to do this and I’m really sorry, but….” He paused, sounding frustrated.

“What is it honey? Did something happen at work?”

He sighed, “I’m breaking up with you.”

You felt your world shatter at his words. “W-what? W-why?”

“I’ve kinda been seeing Katy for a few weeks.” His fucking coworker? “And it's been going really well. She’s into the same things I am, and isn’t a grown adult fangirling over a bunch of boys who can barely dance. Look, just mail me the stuff I left at your place. I have a box of your stuff I'm dropping off in front of your door. Sorry y/n.” Then he hung up the phone.

Suddenly you couldn’t breathe, your chest feeling tight and you were getting lightheaded. What the actual fuck. Cheating with his coworker he told you not to worry about. Fuck how stupid could you be? A whole year of your life down the drain.

Hot tears were streaming down your face, blurring your vision.

You didn’t even register that you were being ushered forward until you were face to face with the sunshine boy himself. He was beaming at you but that was fading into a look of worry as he took in your panicked features.

“Hey, dearie, are you ok?” He asked but you couldn’t respond. The feeling of impending doom taking you over completely.

“I-I” You were wheezing, trying to get words out but struggling beyond comprehension. “Im…no, I-” This was the worst place you could have gotten a panic attack. It had been so long since you had one you almost forgot how much it overcame you. Though it came to no surprise to you when the sobs started to wrack your body.

Felix had a look of panic on his own face now, and he turned to make eye contact with his security who came forward to help you. Felix addressed the security “I don’t know what happened, but please show this young woman to the back room and make sure she is alright.”

The security uttered a quick ‘right away sir’ and led you away gently. Fuck this was so embarrassing. Not only had Felix seen you act a mess, but you were getting worried looks from all the members. This was quickly turning into the worst day ever.

You were led to a back room where a team of people were asking you what was wrong and if you needed assistance. It took you a while to get your breathing back in check and calm down enough to answer them. By the time the medic team was sure you were alright you were ready to leave and put this whole mess behind you, but they insisted you stay; apparently they had been asked to keep you around.

It wasn’t too long after that you found out why. Mr. Sunshine himself made an appearance, coming through the door and looking around. When he spotted you sitting there waiting he looked relieved.

“There you are!” He sped walked to you, crouching down in front of your still shaking form, and grabbing both your hands in his. “I had been so worried! We all were! Are you ok sweetheart?”

You could barely stutter a reply, “I’m o-ok, F-felix. ‘M really sorry f-for causing a scene.”

He shook his head, “No, no don’t worry about it! I know a panic attack when I see one and I know it can't be stopped sometimes.” His hands rubbed the skin on the back of yours in comforting circles. “The medic team said your name is Y/n, is that right?”

You nodded to his question. “I’m Felix, but - you already know that cuz you said it already..” he laughed off his mistake, causing you to have a small smile at the sound.

“Yes. It's nice-to meet you Felix.” you were starting to get a grip on the shaking.

“Where are you from, Y/n?” You answered his question and thus began him getting to know you and asking you questions about yourself, noticing the more he chatted with you the better you were getting, him seemingly taking your mind off of your panic attack. He wanted to know all about you, how old you were, what you did for a living, your hobbies, and your hopes and dreams.

He was curious about why it happened in the first place, though. “Y/n if you think you’d be able to talk about it, do you mind if I ask what happened when you were in line? I had seen you looking so happy just a few minutes before.”

You felt yourself deflate at his inquiry; your heart started to race again as you remembered why you had the attack in the first place. “ I was having a great time, you were all so nice. It’s just that, w-when I was in line about to meet you I got a call.. From my boyfriend…Well now ex boyfriend.” You felt the tears start to gather on your lash line. “He umm, he broke up with me…because he’s been cheating on me with his coworker..”

Felix opened his mouth in shock. How could anyone want to cheat on someone as beautiful as you? You were so sweet! It made no sense to him. He spoke before he registered his own words, “He is a fucking idiot.” He felt his face redden at his statement.

You froze for a moment, before you burst into giggles at Felixs’ words. He couldn’t help but start laughing with you, finding your own contagious. It only took a few seconds before you both were clutching your stomachs, uncontrollably laughing together.

Something about Felix just made you feel better. Lighter. His overall presence just brought you extreme comfort. “Thank you for saying that. Honestly, to spring this on me when I was having such a good time is a dick move.”

Felix nodded, “For real, what kind of person does that to someone? What kind of person cheats on such a pretty girl to begin with?”

You blushed at his words, choosing to ignore them and focusing on the first half of his statement. “ He was not a very good boyfriend that's for sure, he never wanted to do anything I did and would put me down when I was enthusiastic about something. I had begged him to come with me today but he declined saying he had a ‘meeting’. Though now I know It was to meet up with his side chick.”

“His mistress!” Felix exclaimed. “That is terrible. I would say I’m sorry for your loss, but honestly I’m not.” When you gave him a slight confused look he continued, blushing again. “I mean, if he hadn’t broken up with you when he did I never would have gotten to talk to such an amazing girl. His loss really.”

“You really think that?” You were getting choked up, overwhelmed by his words.

He nodded, “I do. Forgive me for being bold, but when I first saw you standing in line I could not keep my eyes off of you. Seeing you dancing and laughing with the other people in line made me excited to meet you.” He took your hand in yours. “I know we don’t know each other and you literally just got out of a relationship but if you are willing, I would love to get to know you more.”

The tears were leaking from your eyes again, “oh Felix..” You couldn’t find the words to describe how flooded with emotion you felt.

The blonde tightened his hold on your hands, “ please don't cry, we don’t have to continue anything if you don’t want to, we can leave here just friends or even less if that’s what you want.”

“No!” you protested louder than you had intended. “I mean, I do want to get to know you more, Felix. I am just feeling very overwhelmed right now.”

He nodded in understanding, “I can only imagine. We can take it super slow, if you'll have me.”

“I think I would like that very much.” You answered shyly. Felix broke out in a wide grin and launched himself at you, suffocating you in a hug. You reciprocated his hug just as tightly, laughing at his antics.

Suddenly Felix pulled back, looking as if he had an epiphany. “I have a great idea!” You hummed for him to continue. “Why don’t you post a picture of us on your social media, maybe it will make your ex jealous!”

“That… would actually be hilarious, Felix. Let's do it.”

He helped you wipe the makeup from under your eyes and patted down your hair. Then together you posed, with Felix giving your cheek a light kiss as the camera snapped the picture.

You both were giggling as you uploaded the picture to Instagram with the caption ‘so glad I have my sunshine to brighten my cloudy day <3’

Maybe today was your best day ever, after all.

Comments and reblogs are very much appreciated!

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#stray kids #stray kids x reader #skz #lee felix #lee felix x reader #felix lee #fluff #🍯 writes

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cocogum · 1 month

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Let’s TALK about episodes 9 and 10 people… (part 1)

PART 2 : HERE

(‼️SPOILERS FOR SEASON 4‼️)

If you thought episodes 7 and 8 had so much to talk about (cuz I sure did), then episodes 9 and 10 destroyed my mind.

….

I am so tired.

We begin with a small recap of what happened last episode and it’s honestly very nice and heartwarming of Ankama to remind us that Yugo will get his ass handed to him in a few minutes.

BRO LOOK AT HOW THEY’RE DRAGGING HIM ON THE DIRTY FLOOR LIKE THAT!!

The level of disrespect these thirsty hoes have for him is immeasurable. Even if Yugo’s not a kid, the fact that the necromes didn’t hesitate to tie him up like that and sacrifice him like a lamb is jaw-dropping. It really makes you understand that they don’t give a shit if you’re an actual kid, they will hang you up like a roast beef for dinner.

Bro’s asking as if he just got here.

Also, how do you think that fall must’ve felt like? Cuz when Toross yeets him, Yugo takes a massive fall only to get his body slammed into the pavement when he gets tied up.

He gets to fall even faster because of the stasis ropes pulling him down too.

You can even hear the loud slam when he hits it. That must’ve hurt like a bitch.

Btw I love how even after all that, Adamaï and Amalia still don’t trust Qilby even when he saved them from the necrome world.

Adamaï thinks he was an idiot for not using the eliatrope Dofus and…he’s right? Cuz my guy…ur scared of ruining things if you use the dofus but what are you gonna ruin in a place WHERE THERE’S NO WAKFU????

Sometimes I can’t tell whether or not that guy’s okay in his head. Like is he blind or something? You can clearly tell that the necrome world is completely deserted and has no actual life, Amalia even CONFIRMS IT for you, Toross is literally using his dofus in his world of nothing, AND it’s also literally known as the gods’ garbage bin.

No wonder you get slapped around so much, you’re stupider than Yugo!!

I never in my life thought that I’d eventually get to see Qilby booping Amalia’s nose.

And I don’t know if I should like it or if I should fear it.

Man literally booped her as if she was a kid. But then again, he IS a millennial years old so it would explain why he’d treat her like a fetus.

In a way, he really CAN see her as a kid who doesn’t know what the hell she’s talking about.

But like-

I never imagined this happening???? Not even in a trillion chances 😀😀

BUT WHAT CONFUSES ME EVEN MORE IS THIS :

I get that Amalia annoyed him when she said he STILL couldn’t be trusted but what do you mean by “artificial”??? I’m still confused about that.

MY QUEEN NORA AND HER GAY ASS IS BACK WITH HER SHENANIGANS GURL WE SEE U !!

You can’t tell me this scene ain’t gay 😭😭

The way she grabbed her was so sudden, it made my heart jump!! And Amalia just goes with it like a damsel in distress being protected by her knight 🥰🥰 My noramalia senses detected that shit from a mile away, you ain’t getting away!!!

That torture scene tho should’ve taken longer ngl. But Okoo being the kid that they are decided “hell nah”. It’s still a shame really but at least we got what we needed.

Also, lemme just say something about this torture scene real quick.

Not only does Yugo get sucked the living out of him, but he just got BODY SLAMMED FROM AT LEAST 290 FEET on LITERAL PAVEMENT so now his back is completely obliterated, he keeps CONVULSING, TWITCHING, and GETS HIS BONES BREAKING TO GROW LONGER ONES-

He’s feeling all that WHILE getting sucked to death. My god. I wanted to see more of that.

The only reason why he didn’t turn out ballistic was cuz Oropo was keeping him busy in his head. He literally told him that he’ll make him fight just to not think about it.

And even though Oropo does hate him (but calmed down a bit once he reunited with Yugo), he told him that even he doesn’t deserve all of this. Can you imagine the one who caused so many calamities and was ready to kill the gods because he hates you telling you that even you don’t deserve this?? It just shows how kinky this Toross guy is.

#wakfu #ankama #krosmoz #wakfu season 4 #wakfu s4 #wakfu yugo #wakfu review #wakfu reviews #wakfu season 4 episodes 9 and 10

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katnisspeetaprim · 1 year

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Careless Live

Jungkook/Reader (part of the LS series)

Summary: Y/N's waters break that morning, and Jungkook appears on live stream whilst she rests.

Warnings: pregnancy, labour, birth (not described), foreign reader (not Korean, country not specified), female reader.

(A.N guys, I literally have no idea what I'm talking about when it comes to pregnancy. I just had this idea I couldn't get out of my head.

Word count:831 M.list

‘Y/N’s water broke this morning, we called the emergency number but the woman said we would be turned away if we went in so early.’ Jungkook paused, chin coming to rest on his fist.

‘It’s annoying because it’s snowing quite bad so I don’t know if the ambulance will get though and I don’t have a car here... So yeah I’m just worried.’

ARMY in chat began sending in comforting messages, doing everything they could to calm the distressed man before them. Where is Y/N and how is she doing a lot were asking.

‘Y/N is trying to get some rest in the bedroom before it’s time to give birth. That’s why I’m doing this live, so I’m not alone. I think I would break down if I were left alone with my thoughts.’ He let out a humourless laugh.

You and Jungkook had travelled back to your home country to visit your family before giving birth back in Korea. The two of you thought it would be fine, having gotten the greenlight from the doctor days prior that you would be ok to fly. Since you were still about a week away from due at this point, he didn’t see an issue with it.

Being stuck in your families isolated house, alone in a snow storm was definitely not part of the birth plan.

Jungkook was just sat there, looking over the screen as more and more messages of support flooded in. As he said, he wasn’t really live to talk, he just wanted company whilst you rested.

‘Maybe I should call the ambulance again just in case...’ He mumbled to himself, eyes cast to the side as he thought about what to do.

‘Kook...’ his eyes widened when he saw your tired frame shuffle into view, one hand cradling your swollen stomach and the other supporting yourself on the wall. He was up in a flash, practically leaping over the sofa to get to you. He swiftly slid his left arm around your waist and his right hand came to grab onto your elbow, supporting you with his hold.

‘Noona why did you get up!? You should have called me!’

‘My contractions-‘ You cut yourself off with a gasp as pain shot through you.

‘Do you think it’s time?’ Jungkook gasped out, unable to mask his worry, no matter how excited he was in that moment. All you could do was nod, pain making it impossible for you to talk.

‘Let’s go back to the bedroom and I’ll call the ambulance. Can you still walk?’ You nodded and started shuffling along with great difficulty, luckily the bedroom was right next to the living room.

As the two of you left the room, the live show which Jungkook had completely forgotten about was still going. ARMY were spamming chat and all of BTS’ social media pages, trying to let them know that they were still being recorded, wanting to be respectful of the idol and his family. While they now couldn’t see either of you, they could still hear your pained screams and Jungkook’s panicked voice as he spoke to the emergency services. Heck, even all the other BTS members took to blowing up Jungkooks phone trying to get his attention.

It wasn’t till about half an hour later when a frantic Jungkook was seen leading a crew of paramedics through the house, did the live finally get cut off.

A lot of people were angry at how slow Weverse had been to end the live. Whilst people knew that it was Jungkook’s responsibility to monitor his own live stream, in an emergency situation like this something should have been done sooner than it was. People were saying that Weverse should be doing a better job of monitoring what was happening on their website and ended the live remotely as soon as you appeared to be in labour.

In the days following when everything had calmed down somewhat, you best believe me when I say that Jungkook got the scolding of his life from his hyungs! How could he be so careless!? They would berate him on a FaceTime call after cooing over his new baby. Parent now or not, he was still their maknae, which means they will never stop making sure he is on the right path.

Going back to late morning, the day after your labour the previous night, Jungkook had once again taken to Weverse to compose a message to his anxious fans.

‘Hello! I suppose I owe everyone an apology for causing some panic last night, that was never my intention...

I just wanted to let everybody know that early this morning my beautiful daughter was born! Both mom and baby are healthy and we couldn’t be happier! Please understand that at least for now, we would like to keep all aspects concerning our daughter, including her name private. I hope you all understand and continue to support me during this time.

Love, JJK <;3’

#bts #bts x reader #smut #fluff #angst #imagine #one shot #scenario #drabble #reaction #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook

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sublimetragedychopshop · 7 months

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There should be some moments in fanfic where the reader seems exactly like a real person. For example: (btw there is hypnosis at the end so watch out for that TW)

Yandere sets up cameras and mics in readers home, thinking it’s super romantic that they get to watch their darling 24/7 until shenanigans ensue.

Darling: on the phone with their parent, “yeah… okay I already took out the trash. Anything else?”

Parent: “tell (siblings name) to have their damn report card ready when I get back.”

Darling: “okay, can I say damn tho?”

Parent: “sure, whatever.”

Darling: “thx mom/dad! Bye!” Reader ends the call. “(Sibling name)!! Mom/dad said GET YO MF REPORT CARD READY BITCH!”

Yan: 😀

Yan was busy spending the whole night watching you on their monitor. A small beeping alerting them of movement in your house. With tired and loving eyes they moved the mouse to click on the screen of your room,

The door opening quickly as your figure shimmies out of the room. Arms stretched in front, holding your beloved pet, “Bugs”. Taking wide, almost comedic steps, frantically scanning every inch of the dark hall till you reached the bathroom. Switching on the voice recording device yan heard your pet plead to be let go of.

‘Why were you in the bathroom with your pet??’ Is what they wondered until your beautiful sleepy voice answered their question.

You: “I know you were sleeping Bugs. I DONT care, I’m NOT gonna get caught lackin by Freddy Fazbear.”

The yan just face palmed and waited till you went back to your room, making sure “Freddy fazbear” isn’t gonna materialize out of the dark like you think.

Tis’ the day of grades at school. For some reason you were the one tasked with handing out report card to the students, bad news is you didn’t know anyone there. So with some (ALOT) of help from other students you finally got to the last one, (yanderes name). Not knowing who tf this was you ended up asking around, which got the weirdest reactions out of people.

“WHATT!? You don’t KNOW who (yanderes name) IS?? BITCH have you been living under a ROCK!?”

“(Yanderes name) is THE most gorgeous being EVER! It’s a SIN to not know who they ARE”

“One time (yanderes name) wore a cross knecklace and I went out and bought the same one so we MATCHED-“ “—bitch ain’t u Jewish??”

“They were rumored to have Royal blood and I know it’s 100% true because DO YOU NOT SEE THE WAY THEY ARE PERFECT!?!?”

Everyone gossiped and gushed. While you were tired of goin on a hump for this asshole. Someone’s presence loomed behind you as the person in front kept on ranting, “yeah- I’m just tryna hand them their grades or sum- i don’t even—“ “my grades?”

Swiftly you turned around to see said “yan’s name” and look them up and down; very obviously. Brows furrowed as you looked at the paper then back at them, “you (yan’s name)?” They nodded, by now the person behind was squealing.

Quickly you shoved the paper in their chest, “sorry, you failed. Bye.” You waved and dipped. Not catching the way your audience gasped at your audacity.

The paper actually revealed a perfect 100 but you just like lying for fun.

(This is me trying to be funny. Laugh.)

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere shitpost #yandere imagine #yandere x reader #yandere ramblings #yandere scenarios #yande.re #Im HILARIOUS #trying to feed y’all crumbs rn #comment anything else y’all think Is funny

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harlowsbby · 1 year

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Could’ve Been

“Damn have you seen Y/N? She looks damn good.” Ace said and went to show Jack his phone.

Jack and You have been on and off for as long as he could remember, you’d argue and makeup everyone knew you were his, you were off limits but that didn’t stop you from testing Jack from time to time.

Jack grabbed Ace’s phone it was a picture you recently posted on Instagram, he almost chocked on his drink, in one picture you were on the bed with your ass clearly up in the air and on full display, the tiny red thong wasn’t doing much covering and in the next picture you were fully covered from the waist down at least the tiny bikini top was the only thing barley covering your chest.

“Damn, I can’t wait to get back in Louisville now I heard that she’s officially done with you Jack.” 2fo joked making everyone joke and laugh but not Jack. “She’d never be done with my ass she knows she loves me.”

You did love Jack but at the same time you didn’t have time for this little high school on and off relationship thing he wanted. It wasn’t fair that he came or flew you out whenever it was beneficial for him.

“I mean from what I heard from India is that Y/N’s been talking to some new dude.” Urban and Indian have been dating for a few months now, she’s your best friend and she knows anything and everything about you.

“What do you have to say about that big boy?” Ace asked. Jack looked at all of them a look of determination and anger filled his eyes. “She better tell that man we’re gonna have to share her.”

Jack was coming back in town for a few days and he was going to make sure that everyone knew about it, including you.

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“You know Jack’s coming back to Louisville today.” India looked up from her phone and watched how your face scrunched up in discomfort by the mention of his name. “Why is he coming back in town?”

You’ve heard that Jack was coming back but you weren’t sure if it was a official or just rumors going around, Jack was your ex but not really your ex it was just complicated. You hated the way everyone automatically assumed you’d be on edge that Jack was coming back home but you could honestly care less.

“Urban said they’d be back in town just for a few days, get some extra and much needed rest before he goes back and finishes his tour up.” Humming at Indian’s words you didn’t really care to know the reason he was coming back, but at the same time there was a part of you that did care.

It was awkward for a few seconds the only sound coming from the chatter of other people in the diner. “Do you think you’ll talk to him.”

There it was, the million dollar question of the hour, where you going to talk to Jack honestly you had no clue, you haven’t seen him in three months and whenever he did message you he’d be left on delivered.

“I’m not really sure I doubt he’d wanna see me.” “How do you know he doesn’t wanna see you though?” I mean if the shoe was on the other foot you wouldn’t wanna see Jack. “I stopped talking to him but for a reason. I was tired of being his yo-yo.”

The two of you had plenty talks if this thing was worth counting or if you should let it go, you were lying if you said you didn’t miss Jack he understood and knew you, he actually took his time getting to know you. With Jack it was more than just sex the two of you had some sort of connection but he wasn’t ready for a relationship. It just never made any sense for somebody that wasn’t ready for a relationship sure acted like they were.

“You know you can try and avoid him all you want but Louisville is a small town, eventually you’ll run into him.” India was right you knew sooner or later you’d be running into Jack. “Let’s just hope it’s later than sooner.”

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“What time is Bryson’s party tonight?” Tonight was Bryson’s album release party and about five or six days since Jack has been back home in Louisville, you had this weird feeling in your stomach that something was going to go down tonight.

“It’s at seven it’s now five so you might want to hurry and get ready.” You we’re dreading tonight only because you knew Jack was going to be there.

Any type of event Bryson had was always causal so you just picked on wearing a pair of ripped mom jeans with a basic skims t-shirt. Quickly doing your hair and a light makeup look you looked yourself over one last time and headed downstairs.

“You ready?” We’re you ready? It’s been three months since you’ve been spoken to Jack, your stomach was doing backflips. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

The car ride felt slower than you expected it to be it felt like time or someone in the universe just wanted tonight to terribly wrong, pulling up to the event you noticed there was a few paparazzi and other friends you’ve known since high school arriving, as well as Urban and Sunni and if they were close by that meant Jack wasn’t that far behind.

“On second thought let’s just go home I really don’t want to be here I’ll just tell Bryson I got some stomach bug or something.” India rolled her eyes. “Yeah I don’t think so, get your ass out of this car Y/N.”

Groaning you removed your seatbelt and got out of the car even though the paparazzi didn’t know who you were they still flashed their cameras your way. Eventually India and yourself made it inside the venue, people were drinking and dancing like always.

What caught your eye was Jack and everyone else in the vip section. “There goes your man over there.” India joked making you nudge her with your elbow. “That isn’t my man so don’t say that again.” She raised her hands in defense. “Look just try and relax we’re here to support Bryson.”

She was right Bryson was the only thing on your mind right now not Jack. “I’m going to go get a drink you want anything?” “Yeah I’ll take a shot or two of tequila.” She nodded and headed to the bar and you stood on the dance floor awkwardly, just rubbing your arms wishing you stayed home.

“Isn’t that it can’t be.. is that Y/N over there?” The mention of your name had Jack’s head turning. “Where is she?” “Right over there sitting at the bar.”

Jack’s heart fluttered when he saw you he also laughed to himself seeing how on edge and nervous you looked. “You gonna go get your girl back?” “You already know it.”

“So what’s a beautiful lady like yourself doing here all alone?” The bartender asked you. “I’m not here alone I’m with a friend.” You mumbled in your drink before throwing it back.

He looked around the room and back at you with a devilish smirk. “I don’t see any friend? How about when this is over we can go back to my pla-.” “She’s good she doesn’t wanna go to your place.” That voice it’s the voice you wished and prayed you wouldn’t have to hear all night or ever again.

“And how do you know that?” The bartender raised an eyebrow at Jack. “Because she’s mine now do us both a favor and fuck off.” Jack barked at the man and he cowardly backed away.

“So you can’t talk now? Or text anybody back or answer a call at least.” Here he went playing victim like always. You finally looked up at him and you were slightly taken back.

He looked dammed good, his beard had grown out as well as his hair but everything was properly trimmed and groomed and his freckles always seemed to pop out more during the winter. His blue eyes sparkled with love and hope but a hint of anger was evident.

“Jack, I can’t keep doing this back and forth shit with you anymore I’m too grown for it. I want something real I want a man that actually wants to be with me.” It was his turn to roll his eyes and scoff. “So that’s why you’ve been out with Chase.”

“How did you know I’ve been out with Chase.” He smirked. “Baby let’s not forget everyone in Louisville knows you’re mine so of course when I’m out on the road I need to make sure I still have eyes on you.” “Oh so I’m some type of property now? I didn’t know you owned me.”

His face softened at your words. “I didn’t mean it like that Y/N.” You began to grow angry. “So just how exactly did you mean it Jack, please enlighten me because I really wanna hear what bullshit ass excuse is going to come out of your mouth.”

You stood there with your arms crossed, Bryson and everyone else in the VIP section heard the commotion and came running over.

By now a little crowd was forming by the sound of your voice raising. Jack’s face grew red from embarrassment but he wasn’t about to let that show, if you wanted a show he was going to give you a show.

“I don’t understand you sometimes Y/N, one minute you love me and the next minute you’re acting like a rebound chick every single man comes to you whenever they need something because they know you’ll always be available.”

“I gave you my all Jack, you hurt me I was falling in love with you shit I am in love with you, but I was tired of getting late replies and having a one sided relationship or whatever we were.”

“That doesn’t give you the right to go around and mess with half of Louisville.”

A few gaps and ooo’s were heard throughout the crowd. Everyone in the room now quiet as they had their eyes on Jack and You.

“Y/N? excuse me can you move please.” India groaned as she pushed through the now formed crowd before finally managing to make it to you.

“What’s going on here?” India grabbed your hand as it began to shook. “I’m just talking to Y/N and letting everyone in here know how much of a rebound she really is.”

“Damn he got her ass.” Some random guy in the crowd commented. “Jack come on man that isn’t cool.” Bryson told him. “Yeah Jack that isn’t right at all.” Neelam added on.

You hate to admit it but you felt devastated, the sadness ached in your stomach and you held back the lump in your throat, not letting him know how much that actually hurt you was the main goal right now.

“No it’s okay Bryson.” You spoke more like croaked out. “You know Jack I gave you my all I was committed to you and only you but I was tired of being your rebound chick I was tired of feeling like I was being dragged along with and played around.” Jack went to interrupt you but you weren’t having it.

“It’s my turn to speak now so now you listen. You know I’ve always wondered why or what the reason was as to why you didn’t want to be in a fully committed relationship and now I know why. You’re too afraid of a girl seeing how much of a dick you truly are.”

More ooo’s were once again heard in the crowd a few cameras were out, recording the scene going on in front of them. “If you thought I was unavailable before, just let me show you just how unavailable I’m about to be.”

With that you turned around and took India’s hand the two of you walking out of the club. The music started playing again and everyone acted as if nothing happened.

“You know Jack I hope you’re proud of yourself you’ve officially won asshole of the year.” Bryson shook his head at him. “I agree with Bryson I don’t know what’s gotten into you but I can’t stand whoever this new Jack is.” Neelam told him before leaving with Bryson.

Jack promised himself he was going to make tonight a good night and he promised himself he was going to make you love him again and ask you to be his official girlfriend but he didn’t realize till after everyone that nobody not even you were about to be available to him.

( thank you everyone that helped me in parts of this 💗 I tried to include a few things a few of y’all mentioned )

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heavyhitterheaux · 10 months

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Idk if you are still accepting concepts for First Lady verse but I have one. The triplets are in there teens like 17 and Axel bring a couple of friends over. His tell him that they have a crush on his mom and telling him how hot she is and how if they had the chance they would hit it ! Jack over hears it and steps in and tells them that’s not how they talk about girls let alone women and just gives them a sad talk about respecting women!

Thank you

“Ax, babe!” You said while walking into the living room where he and all of his friends were playing 2K on his xbox.

“Yes, mom?”

“Can you reach up on the top shelf and get me something from the cabinet in the kitchen? I don’t want to bother your dad because he’s busy.”

“Sure, I’m coming.” He said while pausing the game, but what you didn’t notice was that there were multiple sets of eyes on you from the minute you stepped into the room.

“Heyyy, Mrs. Harlow.”

“Hi boys, are you staying for dinner?” You asked and they all eagerly nodded their heads yes.

“If you’re cooking then of course. I’m tired of eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches at my dad’s. He can’t cook.” Anthony, who is Axel’s best friend, said in response.

“Hmm, sounds like my husband.” You muttered and Axel immediately stifled a laugh.

Axel walked into the kitchen with you and you pointed to what you needed before he grabbed it with ease and simply put it on the counter behind you and proceeded to give you a light pat on your head and laughed and you immediately tried to swat his hand away.

“Dad wasn’t lying, you do walk around here like you’re 6’3, but barely 5 feet.”

“He said that?!”

“Oops.”

“That’s fine, I got something for him when he comes back upstairs from being in the studio.”

“Look, I’m innocent and it wasn’t me.”

“Oh no you don’t. You’re going down right along with him.” You said as you were looking in the cabinets below to figure out which pan you wanted to use that would be big enough for what you were making as Axel made his way back into the living room.

“Yo Ax, I have the biggest crush on your mom, she’s gorgeous.”

“Me too and she’s definitely a MILF.”

“Let me get the opportunity just one time, I’m hitting that.”

“I see why your dad got her pregnant so many times.”

“Okay, chill. That’s my mom you’re talking about.” Axel responded while shaking his head in disbelief and getting defensive. One thing he didn’t play about was people disrespecting his mother, father, or any of his siblings.

“We know and I thought that was already established.”

“Don’t do that because it’s not only disgusting but disrespectful towards her.”

“We’re just playing, Ax. No need to get upset.” Brandon said while holding his hands up in defense while they suddenly heard Jack’s voice.

“I know that I didn’t just hear what I think I heard.” He said while coming into the living room and it immediately got quiet.

“Uhh…”

“What we don’t do under my roof is disrespect women, especially my wife. I know all of your parents and I know for a fact that you were raised better than that.”

“Mr. Harlow…” Anthony started to say, but he immediately cut him off.

“Turn the game off now, because it’s clear that this needs to be addressed.”

Without hesitation, Anthony, who was the closest to the console, turned the game off and Jack simply sat down across from them.

“I admit that when I was your age that I was guilty of doing the same thing, however, I was already with Y/N so that’s not 100% accurate, but that is exactly how the people around me would talk about women. It is not only disgusting but disrespectful like Axel said and there is absolutely no reason for you to talk about the opposite sex like that. They’re human beings who also have feelings and they’re not just some object. Think about how you would feel if someone talked about your mothers the way you all are talking about Ax’s.”

“We were just joking.” Brandon said quietly, but Jack simply shook his head.

“But were you though? Because it didn’t sound like it and it’s nothing to joke about. Women deserve respect for everything they do and put out into this world whether you agree with it or not. Your mothers didn’t spend hours of being in labor with your big ass heads to have you come out into the world and act like this. Women literally make the world go round and we would cease to exist without them. How do any of you expect to get and keep a girlfriend or eventually get married if that’s what you want if you act like this?”

“Well, if we were to get married, it would stop.”

“It needs to stop now. Being young is not an excuse. We’ve been married for almost 28 years and it definitely wouldn’t have lasted this long if I was continuously disrespectful towards her. From this point forward all of you need to do better and apologize to her when she comes back in here.”

Just then you walked back into the living room to look for Jack since he wasn’t in the studio when you went down there to look for him.

“Hey smush, when did you come up here? Anyway, is PG coming over for dinner too? That means that I need to run to the store to get more ingredients. I told Jess to make three tres leches cakes and Blanca is making chocoflan. Do you think that’s enough?” You asked while leaning down to kiss the top of his curls.

“Been up here for a few minutes and I think they are. Tell Jess to make four because knowing Urban he wants to have one to himself and Blanca probably needs to make four too.”

“Okay, let me just make the list…”

“Mom, we can go to the store for you.” Axel said and you immediately eyed him.

“Are you sure? It’s a lot.”

“Yeah, we got it.”

“Okay, I’ll send you the list and make sure you take daddy’s credit card.”

“WHAT?!” Jack exclaimed and you immediately laughed as Axel held out his hand towards him.

All he did was sigh before reaching into his back pocket and pulling out his wallet.

“Remember happy wife, happy life, dad.”

“Mmm hmm. Stick to the list and get me another bottle of ranch” Jack said and you immediately rolled your eyes.

“Oh, and Mrs. Harlow we’re sorry.” Anthony said and you looked at him confused.

“For what, sweetheart?”

“For being disrespectful towards you and talking about you like you’re an object. Mr. Harlow overheard us and set us straight.”

“Oh. Well you’re forgiven. Just remember all of you would literally crumble without us. Do better moving forward and realize everyone deserves respect.”

“We understand.”

Axel grabbed his keys and the rest of his friends followed him out the door when you simply looked over at Jack before he pulled you into his lap.

“Was it that bad?” You quietly asked and Jack simply nodded.

“Bad enough and I never want anyone talking about you like that and I overhear it. All of them looked like they were about to shit themselves when they saw me and found out I overheard what they were saying.”

“I’m so happy that Ax has such a good daddy to look up to.” You said while leaning down to kiss him.

“He was the one trying to get them to stop, too.”

“I figured. My baby doesn’t play about his mama.”

“And I don’t play about my wife. I love you, baby.”

“I love you too. So much.” You said while leaning down to give him several pecks.

“We need to start planning what we want to do for our 30th wedding anniversary. Damn, you’ve been with me for that long?!”

“34 in total and yes. Wouldn’t have it any other way and we’re going for that many more.”

“Still remember when I first saw that pretty girl with braids in her hair across the street from me.”

“And it was the blue eyes and freckles for me.”

The two of you were sitting in a comfortable silence for a few minutes before you spoke up again.

“Baby, did you say that I walk around here like I’m 6’3 even though I’m barely five feet?”

“Who… who told you that?!”

“Your second born.”

“Imma kick his ass, he wasn’t supposed to say anything!”

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hyuckmov · 1 year

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haechan — be my birthday

ex!haechan x reader, (feat. best friend jaehyun, mark and renjun being besties) 4k, angst for the most part, but then fluff, ends happy. a/n: when i said i was thinking of writing something else it was not this... but i just suddenly had the idea for it because i was thinking of birthdays i guess. oh and because i am unoriginal and running out of ideas this is inspired by a few songs too. the title is a song featured in the drama my liberation notes which i absolutely love! anyway i'm sorry if the ending is kind of bad, i wanted to flesh it out but also i wanted to leave it at that. additionally the flashbacks were HELL for my tenses so i apologise for any inconsistencies in grammar. thank you for reading my past two works, and do send me an ask if you enjoyed any of them, or this, or if you would just like to say hi! loosely includes sequences based on 21 by gracie abrams, and me and you together song by the 1975 so i recommend listening to those!

“we forgot the candles.”

“who’s we. you’re in charge of the cake for the night!”

“yeah but that doesn’t include candles.”

“mark!”

mark looked sheepishly up at renjun, who glared at him fiercely, a look that mark could see even in the dim light of the pantry. outside, the party raged on, and if mark and renjun had to hazard a guess, haechan should probably still be on the pool table, doing a dance as the crowd cheered him on. it was his birthday, so everyone gave him a free pass that meant he could do whatever he wanted. to be precise, it was his birthday week – a week which gave him a free pass to prank, to bicker, and to take the last piece of whatever food was in the fridge.

but really, it was a lot more than a birthday week. birthdays always reminded haechan of you, and this was his first birthday without you by his side. that was enough for his friends to be gracious, to let him be as obnoxious as he wanted, if only to distract himself from the fact that he wasn’t bothering you about his gift, and you wouldn’t be there to smear cream on his cheeks.

“renjun, what if we asked y/n to bring some candles over. i know she always keeps some birthday candles in her kitchen drawer.”

“are you insane?” renjun hissed, and even though they were the only ones in the pantry, he looked around to make sure haechan hadn’t materialized at the sound of your name. “no way. she wouldn’t show up, and i doubt seeing her here, not as his girlfriend, would do haechan any good.”

mark mumbles to himself about how it was just an idea. “who else do you think has candles at this hour?”

“i could run back and check. but you’ll have to tell everyone to wait-”

“what are you guys doing in my pantry?”

mark and renjun both jumped at that. haechan was standing at the entrance, his brows furrowed in suspicion. slowly, he frowned and asked:

“are you two fucking?”

“what? no! haechan what the fuck!” flustered, mark ran his hands through his hair and renjun made a gagging noise, distracted from their relief that he hadn’t noticed the party hadn’t brought out a cake yet.

“it’s just a little suspicious, but okay i believe you.” haechan leaned against the entrance. “i was just coming to tell you guys that i’m a little tired. could you guys keep the party going? i just wanna take a break.” he smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

renjun looked at his friend in concern. most people believed haechan loved being at the center of attention all the time — loved being the loudest and brightest presence in the room. and he was good at that: was good at making everyone feel comfortable in the room, somehow magically easing any awkward tensions or filling the silence easily and casually. but it would be too much for anyone to take on that role at all times. you had always been there to sit with him when he wanted to be quiet, pulling him away from the party when you noticed his smiles faltering and his eyes glazing over. and now, without you by his side……

“of course.” he settles. “do you want one of us to keep you company?”

“nah.” giving his head a shake, he bounced on his toes, ready to go. “thanks guys. you two keep making out.”

and with that, he disappeared up to his room.

leaning against his bedroom door, haechan closed his eyes and let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. the party should have been fun: they played his favorite songs, all his favorite games, mark was pushed into a pool…and yet it really didn’t feel the same. he hated himself a little in that moment, for letting you become such an irreplaceable part of his birthday, something he couldn’t avoid or escape from. he wondered how many birthdays he would have to go without you to finally be able to forget.

and although he had been trying to avoid it the entire night, he thought about his 18th birthday, the day he confessed to you.

it was a party not unlike this one. he remembered sitting next to you for most of the night, your cheeks flushed as you leaned in close to him to ask “are you having fun?” for his birthday wish, the one you insisted he couldn’t say out loud because it wouldn’t come true, he had wished that you would like him back.

after the cake-cutting, mark had spilled punch all over your shirt, and that was everyone’s cue to go home after the party. he remembered sitting in the bath-tub, you in your camisole washing your shirt in the sink, complaining about mark and whoever had let him anywhere near the punch bowl. and he just couldn’t help himself: the warm bathroom lights framing your face, something so domestic about the way things were. this is how i want it to be for the rest of my life, he thought to himself, giddily.

“-next time we have to mark-proof our things so mark can’t get his hands on them, -”

“y/n?”

“-one more time i swear, haechan-?” you had turned to look at him, his serious tone taking you by surprise.

“will you go out with me?”

“oh.” you swallowed.

haechan grimaced, because this was as good as a rejection, wasn’t it? stupid birthday wishes he thought. it’s all the same, whether i say it out loud or not. never wishing for anything ever again. you’re looking at him, really looking at him, as if you’ve never seen him before in your life. you hasten to say, “not in a bad way! it’s just…”

we’re best friends. it doesn’t feel right. i don’t like you like that.

“it’s fine.” haechan pushed himself out of the bathtub, everything felt too cramped, the bathroom suddenly too small for the both of you. you were looking at him with confusion and conflict written all over your face, so he put on his easy smile. “i was just messing.” he forced out a laugh, the hollow sound bouncing off the tiles. “it’s fine, i swear. i didn’t mean it.”

he had no idea why, but he seemed to have made it worse. your face flared red, and you turned back to the sink, scrubbing at your shirt even though it was practically clean already. “that’s okay.”

worst birthday ever. that’s the last thing he thought before dozing off on his bed, you having rushed home immediately. but suddenly, not even 10 minutes later, he was being woken up, the doorbell ringing frantic and loud. realizing you had forgotten your shirt in the bathroom, which he was having trouble looking at, he wrung it dry and ambled over to the door, hoping you would just take it and go.

but the moment he opened the door, he immediately had his arms full of you. you had jumped into his arms, legs wrapping around his waist, his hands supporting you reflexively. you had pressed your forehead to his, and you were so warm. i’ve liked you for years, you idiot. he couldn’t believe his ears. it’s you, it’s always been you.

in present day, haechan shook his head to rid himself of the memory. he could still remember every moment of that night clearly: the look on your face. how it felt to hold you for the first time, in a different way than he had ever hugged you before. waking up next to you, in his shirt. it was all too much. he wished you were right there, with him, that very moment. he wished he said something when you were walking out of his life. he wished he had held on to you when you came back.

“are you sure you don’t want to go over? we can still make it. they’re probably stalling because they forgot the candles or something.”

“it’s okay.” you say, in a small voice. you’re staring up at the ceiling, your mind wandering to the gifts in the back of your closet that you had bought for haechan in the months leading up to his birthday. before you broke up with him. and before he wouldn’t take you back.

jaehyun sighs and comes over to you, sitting down at the edge of your bed. “y/n, today means something to the both of you. are you sure you don’t want to go?”

“he doesn’t want to see me anymore,” you insist. “i don’t want to ruin his birthday.”

because those were the exact words he had said to you when you showed up for jeno’s birthday dinner, sitting diagonally across the table from him. your heart was beating out of your chest the entire time, especially when he joined you as you leaned against the wall, asking you how have you been.

“i’ve been…” you trailed off. admittedly, not very well without him. unsure if he wanted to talk about the breakup, you went with “i got a promotion at work.”

“that’s great.” he smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. as if he wasn’t there with you as you were finishing up presentations to get this promotion. as if he hadn’t made you coffee in the dead of night when you had to take a call from an overseas client.

“how about you?”

“i can’t do this y/n.” haechan exhaled, and you felt like a child who had been caught red-handed: in that moment you knew he saw right through you.

“can’t do what?”

“the small talk. the pretending we don’t know each other, the pretending that i haven’t been falling asleep next to you and waking up next to you every day for the past few years.”

you felt a pull at your heart. surely, he was willing to forgive you if this was how he felt? surely he still wanted to hold on to you? the words came out in a rush. “haechan, i’m here to say i’m sorry. i am really, really sorry. i was scared we were moving too fast, you’re the first person i’ve ever loved and put so much of myself into.” haechan closed his eyes, and you hated that. you hated that you couldn’t tell what he was thinking anymore. talking faster, you tried to get through to him. “i got scared. but these past few weeks have shown me that no matter how scared i am it is 10 times better, no, a 100 times better if i’m spending it with you. i love you haechan, -” he winced at that, and you wanted to disappear. “i love you. please say you’ll be with me again.”

haechan took his time, and you hoped he was listening. you hoped he understood exactly how you were feeling. but a part of you saw it coming when he said no.

“you don’t get to do that, y/n.” he opened his eyes, and you immediately wished he hadn’t because there was so much hurt inside them. “you don’t get to end things when you’re scared, and come back when you realise you need me.”

“i know that.” you plead with him, the guilt stabbing at your chest. “i’ll never do it again, haechan. please believe me. ”

“that’s just not good enough y/n.” he lowered his head. he was sorry too. “i just…don’t want to see you anymore.”

you felt like you had been struck. but you knew somewhere, that you deserved some part of this. and so you gave jeno your present, hugged him goodbye, and left. and you hadn’t seen haechan since.

today, you been unable to take your mind off him. you wish you could fall asleep, but something about it being haechan’s birthday kept you awake. after hours and hours of spiralling, you called jaehyun hoping he would help you go through things so at least you could stop feeling so helpless.

in the first hour, jaehyun scoured his social media for you, finding photos of haechan at the party and zooming in on them as the two of you debated whether he was happy or still upset about the breakup.

photo of him sitting poolside with another girl? “she’s dating jaemin”, jaehyun clarified quickly, before the hurt could sink in.

photo of him bent over his mug? “he looks so sad.” jaehyun insisted. “he definitely misses you.”

“he has bad posture, we all knew that.” you scowled.

jaehyun glared back. “do you need a photo of him bawling his eyes out?”

“if only he didn’t look so undeniably like he was having the time of his life!”

“that is so untrue.” jaehyun swiped to refresh his stories, and hurriedly clicked on one uploaded by jeno. haechan, doing the liam payne dance on a table, throwing a wink at the camera. the screen went dark as jaehyun threw his phone against the wall. “oh no, my phone is dead. let’s do something else.”

“jaehyun…” you whined. “i just want to know how he’s doing.”

“we need to disconnect from social media, y/n.” he insisted. “it’s ruining our brains.”

eventually the verdict, made with the web version of instagram on your laptop, was that haechan was perfectly fine — and although jaehyun pulled up a blurry photo where haechan was making his way to his room as counter-evidence, you dismissed it because he might have just been on his way to the bathroom.

“if you just go see for yourself-”

“no!” you sit up. “if you go about this logically, i broke up with him. that was my move. and despite that, i went back to him, then he rejected me. i can’t go back again. i can’t take another turn.” jaehyun looks at you sympathetically, because if you put it like that, you’re truly not allowed to go back.

“so that’s what we’re going to do? we’re going to wait for him to come to you?”

“but he’s not going to, that’s the thing.” jaehyun bit his lip. he didn’t want to give you false hope, because the way you put it: when you told him the whole story, it was highly possible that you and haechan had just been right for each other at the wrong time.

you were distracted with the ceiling again. as casually as he could, he retrieved his phone, and decided to text mark.

jaehyun: mark? u there? mark: yea mark: bruh this party is not going well jaehyun: REALLY mark: we forgot the candles

jaehyun: oh jaehyun: how's haechan doing mark: ngl he’s not doing too well i think mark: he misses y/n jaehyun: what???? i thought he rejected her mark: yeah but he lowkey wishes he didn’t. actually idk or something along those lines

jaehyun: should she go to the party mark: i have no idea. does she want to? jaehyun: she’s scared he doesn’t want her anymore mark: :( mark: i genuinely don’t think that’s true

“who are you texting?” you look up at jaehyun, and he flushes with guilt.

“no one. look, y/n,” he turns around to face you completely. “what if haechan regrets rejecting you, and he really misses you. would you go to the party?”

you screwed up your face in thought. “no.” at jaehyun’s sound of protest, you repeated yourself, “no i wouldn’t. if he regrets something he has to come over and tell me. like how i went over and took back my breakup.”

jaehyun groaned. you had a point and you were being stubborn about it.

jaehyun: well she won’t go over. he has to come over and apologise if he wants her back

mark: really?

several minutes pass. you’re drawing random shapes on your duvet, and jaehyun stares at his phone. and then-

mark: asked haechan what he would do if hypothetically she was willing to make up jaehyun: what’d he say mark: does she really? jaehyun: what’d you say

mark: jaehyun this is haechan

mark: does she really?

“we need more snacks if we’re going to start a movie marathon now.” jaehyun put on his sweater, and grabbed your keys. “i’ll run to the store and get some. don’t fall asleep okay?”

you nodded. you had finally come up with a viable solution, which was to distract yourself with as many movies it would take until you fell asleep, enough soju to knock yourself out, and a lavender scented candle. jaehyun had been surprisingly supportive, but you knew you had been difficult to comfort today and he was just glad to agree on something that wasn’t mindless guessing and guilty rants. walking to the kitchen to get out a bottle of soju, the sound of your doorbell suddenly pierced the quiet. was jaehyun back already? padding over to the door, you called out “already? also, didn’t you bring the keys-”

the door opens, and you think you’re hallucinating, because haechan is standing there. no, he’s not just standing there, he’s moving towards you, and suddenly his arms are wrapped around your waist, and he’s buried his face in your neck.

“haechan.” what are you supposed to do if you’re not sure if this is reality or not? you dig your fingernails into your palms and it hurts. you bite your cheek, and it stings.

“i’m sorry.” he mumbles into your skin, and you’ve missed this: his lips moving against your neck, the low rasp of his voice when the hours drag past midnight. he pushes himself away from you, and through his bangs you can see his eyes. you haven’t seen them up close in a while. “i thought, if the feelings went away, if i could just stop thinking about you…” incoherent, stammering, and absolutely the picture of the boy you were sure you were going to love your whole life, he pressed on. “but i couldn’t. i can’t. i miss you all the time. you’re sorry for walking out on me, and i’m sorry for acting like i never knew you. i mean, it’s you-” he puts his hands on your cheeks, and his eyes shine like he has his whole world in his palms. “leave all you like. get scared, and run away. i’ll be waiting. i know you’ll come back to me. i love you.”

you can feel yourself start to cry. “i was so sure you weren’t going to come over today.”

“i was so sure too.” he lets out a breath. “so, so sure. i didn’t think you’d want me after what i said.”

“oh haechan.” you hold him against you. “who wouldn’t want you?”

instead of the movie marathon, the soju, and the lavender, you and haechan opened the presents you were going to give him. jaehyun had disappeared for the night: you would thank him some other day, but not now — today was for haechan and haechan alone.

“you left your own birthday party?”

“it’s okay, they don’t miss me.” haechan yawned a little, as he followed you in, his hand firmly in yours. neither of you wanted to let go: and so he clung to you as you went to get a glass of water, stumbling back to your bedroom, giddy at the feeling of having the other by your side again.

crossing over to your closet, your hand still in his, you rooted around in it. “i have so many presents for you, you should open them right now.” you begin tossing them out onto the bed as haechan sat on the edge, playing with your fingers.

“it’s not even my birthday anymore.” haechan’s head was reeling, as he realised he was sitting on your bed, in your room. he missed it too much. he hadn’t been here in months. but still, he pointed at the clock, which read 1:11 am.

“i don’t care.” dragging out the last of the parcels, you looked at him tenderly, the both of you basking in the light of the relationship just healed. you felt like you were falling in love for the first time again, feeling inexplicably shy when he took your hand, as if he had never done so before. had he always looked at you so fondly? was his hair always this mussed up and lovely in the dim light of your room? was it too soon to kiss him? “i’ve really, really missed you haechan.”

your eyes flickering all over him were driving him insane. groaning, he swept the gifts to the side of the bed and clambered over to you in one swift motion, and before you knew it, his lips were slotted against yours. eagerly, you pushed your body against his, and once again felt his arms come up to hold you against him. the feeling of everything being new and exciting buzzed through your veins, as he ran his hands up and down your sides, your eyes closed and savoring every touch.

coming up for air, you leaned back to look at him. his lips were swollen and his hair a mess, but the look in his eyes, his pupils dilated and his gaze unwavering, stirred something inside you. “someone’s hungry today.”

he let out a laugh, and you felt like you wanted to press your ear against his chest to hear it vibrate against you. “i didn’t even get to have cake. stupid mark and his candles.”

suddenly, you gasped. “haechan!”

pulling away from you reluctantly, he blinked. “baby? what’s wrong?”

“i haven’t said happy birthday to you.” sadly, you press your face against his, just like you had all those years ago when you told him you liked him. “happy belated birthday haechan,” you said, softly.

he smiled, and the look lit up his whole face. it was that look that told you things were going to be okay.

'you are cordially invited to haechan’s second 22nd birthday party. '

mark read out-loud off his phone to renjun the next day. renjun was nursing a terrible hangover, and moping around the kitchen trying to find the coffee machine (which mark could’ve sworn he saw chenle steal last night). mark and renjun were the only two who stayed over last night to watch haechan’s house while he left to do god-knows-what.

“again? another birthday party? but his birthday’s over!”

“that wasn’t a real party. i’m having a do-over.” haechan sauntered into the kitchen, hopping up onto the counter. he was really only here to pick up the toast you liked to eat for breakfast, and he wanted to get back to you immediately.

“why?” renjun complained, giving up on the coffee and peering in the fridge. “it certainly felt like one.”

“y/n wasn’t there.” haechan says confidently, and way too brightly for mark and renjun’s taste. “and plus, you guys forgot the candles to my birthday cake and just didn't bring it out. what’s a birthday without a cake?”

“you were the one who left. also, ignoring that. ” renjun straightened, looking at haechan. “did you get back together with y/n?”

haechan smiles, and it’s a dead giveaway. “yeah.”

mark let out a sigh of relief. “thank god. someone will bring the candles this time.”

#haechan angst #haechan fluff #haechan scenarios #nct angst #nct fluff #nct scenarios #nct imagines #haechan scenario

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Title: Can you focus on, me?

Person:Jimmy uso(finally)

Requested: |Yes|No|

Anon: ou do jimmy and the reader where a girl goes to a wwe show for the first time bc her friend forced her and when she goes back stage she bumps into jimmy and they lock eyes for like 10 secs then walk away then later that night they bumb into eahcother again and jimmy asks for her number and make it SMUTTY

Afab!Reader

Warnings: Cussing, Kissing, Grabbing, Oral(m) Smut!, Fingering(f), Choking, Orgasm Denial, Edging, Dirty Talk, Sub/Dom Relationship, Female Penetration, Praising, Unprotected Sex(wrap up before you get smacked up), Degrading.

Please tell me if I missed anything thing

Pairings: romantic!Jimmy uso x Reader

Mentions: Jey uso, Roman reigns, Paul heyman, Solo sikoa, Sami zayn, Cody rhodes

Pic creds: WWE/my friend

Growing up you had lots of friends, but as you matured you realized those were just acquaintances..well bedsides one.

Your best friend

She was there for you no matter what the consequences were

She helped find who you are today

So when she asked you to go to her all time favorite show with her, you just couldn’t really say no

(Especially since she bought backstage passes)

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“Aya I’m tired” groaning you turned to your friend

“I know, I am too but please wait because after this we can go backstage” she peered away from you turning her attention back to the match in front of her

“You’re Lucky i love you” huffing you turned your attention back to the match, you never really payed close attention to WWE besides from being younger, but when aya told you she had bought tickets you just couldn’t say no,

So here you are now standing near the ramp watching who you think is the usos, you honestly couldn’t really tell from how far you guys were.

“Aya it’s the usos right?” You whispered in her ear

“Girl..you didn’t see them come out?” She questioned

“No I wasn’t paying attention..” shrinking back seeing the harsh look she gave you

The match carried on and ended on a high note…

You think…

All you know is that Jimmy and Jey were now walking back up the ramp

The people behind you were booing and shouting so much that it got the attention of Jimmy

much to your dismay instead of glaring at them he directed it towards you, you froze as he got closer

close enough that you could see the pure anger in his face making you shrink down which he seemed to notice as his expression softened

you thought he was going to say something but his attention shifted towards his brother who was now calling him

giving you one last glance he disappeared behind the screens.

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It wasn’t long until you and Aya went backstage, all you guys had to do was show your passes and that was it

You saw many faces but the one that stood out to Aya was Paul heyman, she started jumping and screamed

“OH MY GOD, YN ITS PAUL HEYMANNNNNNN”

Right in your ear probably making you go deaf and definitely drawing the attention of the others around y’all including Paul heyman, as he started walking towards you guys with a wide grin on his face

Shaking your head and groaning you peeled away from this very odd couple walking in the other direction

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Walking furthermore you saw a couple familiar faces, Cody Rhodes and Sami zayn for instance

To your surprise they stopped you and asked if you wanted a pic, you couldn’t say no so they snapped about 3 good pictures and left, you wished them a safe night and a thank you as you turned and left bumping straight into a hard chest

“Shit”

“Fuck”

“Yo I’m really sorry for that” peering down at you stood no other than Jimmy uso

Time seemed to slow as you both stared into each others eyes for the second time that night,

His brows furrowed

“You following me?” He questioned with a chuckle

“No?” you mentally cursed your self for how unsure you seemed

He laughed, showing off his pearly whites and wide smile

He was truly beautiful…

“Hey I’m sorry for scaring you back there, I thought it was you who was booing me and my brother..” he trailed off making your heart swell with love, he didn’t have to apologize, hell he didn’t even have to stop but he did and you were thankful for that

“It’s ok, You’ve had a rough night so I don’t blame you”

He smiled again and you swear you felt your knees buckle

*ding*

he pulled out his phone and frowned

“I gotta run so it was nice meeting you…” he trailed off

Jumping to speak and not keep him waiting you spoke your name

“It’s Yn..” You trailed off, when did it get so hot in here?

Was your mouth always this dry?

Damn you need some water

“Yn…” he tested your name on his tongue and suddenly you didn’t want your name spoken by anyone else but him

He nodded smiling again, “I like it, I’ll see you later princess” he reached down and pressed his lips to your cheek whispering into your ear “I’ll make it up to you, I promise” before walking off towards his next destination

You stood there for a good 20 minutes thinking about what just a cured, until a sudden ding shook you out of your trance, shaking your head you reached for your phone

A- YNNNNN BAEEEE HEHE MeÊt MĒ At THe ExIt RnnNNN

You squinted at the messed up spelling before making the walk to the exit

As you neared it you could hear her voice and god did it sounded horrible

As soon as you turned the corner you saw her all buddied up on Paul heyman with the rest of the bloodline around them

You froze immediately seeing Jimmy

You tried walking away but was quickly spotted by Aya

“YNNNNNNNNNN” she slurred making it clear she was heavily intoxicated, feeling all eyes on you you prayed that your makeup was still on point before putting on a smile and walking over there

“GUYSSS THIS IS WHO I WAS TALKING ABOUTTT HE HEEE” she sang still clutching on to Paul

You cleared your throat

“Aya please stop yelling” you politely spoke before turning towards Paul and Roman, who mind you looked very annoyed at Paul

“Hi, uhm I’m very sorry for my friend here” they both turned to you and now it felt very uncomfortable under their gaze.

Paul’s mouth opened to talk but Roman beat him to it

“No I should be the one apologizing, wiseman here took it upon himself to give your friend here too many drinks” his voice showed remorse when speaking to you but quickly went dark when he spoke about what Paul did to your friend

“How ‘bout i make it up to you” he reached in his pocket no doubt pulling out his wallet

You quickly opened your mouth to object but he insisted on paying enough money to get you and Aya back home and then some, you continuously thanked him as he told Jey and Solo to put Aya in the car for you as he took Paul into the black suv no doubt to get at him, which left you and Jimmy alone once again.

It was him who spoke first making you jump slightly

“Now I know you following me” his voice deep and smooth making a heat arise in between your thighs

Shaking away those shameful thoughts that seemed to appear out of thin air, you opened your mouth to speak

“In my defense, it was your wiseman that intoxicated my friend”

He nodded, chuckling slightly as a small smile made its way onto his lips once again

Before anything else could be said Jey and solo quickly made their way towards you guys

Jey looked at you before taking off into his suv while solo stoped and spoke

“Yo uhm she kinda passed out”

Solo was very intimidating in and out the ring so hearing the slight remorse in his voice shocked you, smiling anyways you shook your head and spoke

“It’s alright, I thank you and your brother for putting her in the car”

He nodded before glancing at his older brother and taking off towards the same suv Jey went into

Glancing at Jimmy you saw he was staring right at you with a different gleam in his eyes but before you or him could say anything Paul appeared from the window

“Jimmy we need to go” he sniffled making Jimmy role his eyes and turn to you

“I need to go but how bout I give you my number?”

You smiled “I would like that yes”

Giving your phone to him he quickly typed in his number, put his name and snapped a picture making it a official contact, he checked everything over before handing it back to you

You too stood there just staring at each other for what seemed like eternity until Paul cleared his throat,

“I’m coming, I’m coming damn”

You laughed softly as Jimmy wrapped his bare arms around your waist pulling you into a tight hug, pulling back as he whispered into your ear “I’ll text you aight princess?”

You nodded before he walked off towards the suv, sending you one last glance he hoped in

You watched as the two cars drove off before finally joining a passed out Aya in your own car,

Starting the trip back home

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3 months later

You and Jimmy had been talking for a while now

Constantly FaceTiming each other and talking about how his family was sometimes even getting to see his two brothers and cousin from time to time

Even Aya was asking for Paul when they were all together

It was a perfect dynamic really…

Which is why you and Aya are in Romans locker room with the boys

See Roman liked you so much he offered to book you and Aya some plane tickets, two hotel rooms, and backstage passes to a couple of his shows, he never expected nothing back which you appreciated but you never took him up on that offer until tonight, Aya had been saying how much of a fool she made out of herself in front of her favorite wrestlers and wanted to clear the air, so you texted roman(who had gotten your number from jimmy’s phone)and told him you would be taking him up on that offer, he said it was no problem at all and that everything was already good to go,

as soon as you guys arrived to the stadium you were met by Jey and solo who said hi and led you into the complex back to their locker room,

you were greeted with warm arms and compliments from Roman who after you went straight to Aya

You turned towards Jimmy as he was smiling with his arms spread out, you being excited ran and jumped into his arms,

you both laughed and spun around until he sat down with you straddling him, you noticed that Aya and Roman had done the same, which made you and Jimmy give each other a knowing look

You all began relaxing in the loroom enjoying the food Paul Had provided you all

nuzzling your head into jimmy’s neck he pressed a kiss to the top of your head making you smile into his skin

“Jey, Solo” You heard Roman speak

“Need you too to go out there and keep watch” you watched as Jey and solo mumbled something before walking out the room leaving you with Jimmy and Roman with Aya

You could tell Aya was enjoying Roman’s attention as was you Jimmy

It felt nice to be involved with someone that actually cared about you

Jimmy didn’t care about anything besides you(and his family)

If you wanted to take things slow he respected that

If you wanted to speak to him one day and not the next he was ok with that

he never pushed boundaries

He knew you were busy

And you knew he was busy

He trusted you

And You trusted him

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The night had gone smooth, no fights, no arguing, no nothing

It was surprising but relaxing, though as the night ended you realized you would be leaving Jimmy which dampened the mood

It seemed Aya had also realized this as she began kissing and hugging Roman

Jimmy on the other hand shared your dismay

“Hey stop pouting, we’ll see each other again real soon” softly he pressed his lips to yours before deepening the kiss

You eagerly kissed back, wrapping your arms around his neck as his tongue begged for entrance into your mouth,

when he didn’t get the pleasure he pressed his hips into yours earning a soft gasp

taking to opportunity he slipped his tongue into your mouth, his tongue explored your mouth as he rocked his hips into yours

letting out soft moans and gasps of pleasure

you softly pulled back laughing as he chased your lips

“Come back to my room with me” he looked shocked at your sudden boldness but quickly snapped out of it

“Don’t gotta tell me twice princess”

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The walk back to your room was..

Crazy

It was a mess of kissing, grabbing, giggling and marking

You both were lucky that no one was in the halls at this time

You made it to the door spending no time in unlocking it and pushing Jimmy in side

He chuckled “cute” he smirked before his hand found its way to your throat giving it a nice squeeze he watched as your brows furrowed and you mouth fell open slightly

He brought his mouth to your ear as he gruffly spoke

“Bed. Now.”

Wasting no time you made your way to the bed leaving a trail of clothes on the floor as you now laid bare pressed up on your elbows watching him undress

As he stood now bare you couldn’t help but stare at how hard he had gotten

Maybe you had been staring too long because the next thing you heard had you eagerly sliding to the edge on the bed onto your knees

“You gonna keep staring or what princess?” His town was light and you could tell he didn’t mean anything of it but you had other plans

Taking him into your hand you felt just how heavy he actually was

You pressed a light kiss to his tip before sticking your tongue out and licking along the base

He let out little huffs as his eyes closed

Smiling to yourself you opened your mouth and started to suck on his cock

Earning you a groan and a praise of “so good”

You bobbed you head up and down as his hands went into your hair pressing you further around him until your eyes watered and you could hardly breath

He quickly pulled you off his now glistening cock into a messy kiss

He guided you until your back was fully pressed down onto the mattress

His hand went down in between you both until you felt his fingers ghost over your clit

You let out a surprised moan feeling him smile into your lips

He moved his head into your neck as his fingers circled your clit

You moaned out a soft “please” before he shushed you whilst one of his fingers dove into your hole making your back arch

He pressed deep inside you feel your walls tighten around just his one finger, getting bored of hearing you so quiet he added another finger

Letting out a louder moan as he started thrusting his fingers inside you muttering a soft “so tight princess, can’t wait to feel you on my cock” your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you felt that familiar heat rise in your stomach

“Jimmy, hah-fuck im gonna come” he nodded before slipping his fingers out of your cunt making you whine at the sudden lost of his fingers and orgasm

Shaking his head he looked you into the eyes as he spoke “wanna feel you come around my cock as I feel you up princess” as he pushed the head of his cock into your cunt

You both moaned as he fully slid inside you bottoming out

He started slow

Making sure you could fully take him before speeding up fully

You were a babbling mess, a mix of curses and moans coming out as nothing but words jumbled up while jimmy was in pure bliss

He had imagined what you would feel like around his cock, how you would sound, how you would feel..

And now here he was getting a first hand glance at his fantasies

Hearing your voice snapped him out of his thoughts as you stated you were about to come, furrowing his brows he slowed down to a complete stop much to your dismay

“Did I say you could come princess?” You felt tears prick your eyes as your pussy throbbing having been through another lost orgasm, you started begging as his pace picked back up

“Please Jimmy, please let me come” a wicked smile appeared as his face as his hips snapped into yours no doubt leaving marks

“Fuck” he groaned as your eyes rolled back into your head

“M’ gonna come princess, need you to come with me tho baby” you nodded eagerly as his pace quickened his hands gripping your hips

“Fuck, ‘m gonna feel you up real good baby” he felt your walls tighten making him smile “you like that huh, want me to fill you up like the fucking slut you are?”

When you didn’t respond he grabbed at your throat giving it a light squeeze “im fucking talking to you”

You gasped opening your mouth you muttered “yes please-ha-fill me up-Fuck!”

He nodded “good girl” you felt his thrust get sloppy as your stomach tightened “fuck Jimmy I’m gonna come” he shushed you “me too angel” his hand left your throat as he slid it into yours giving it a tight squeeze as he stilled inside you, you gasped feeling his come shoot inside you before moaning as your come spilled around his cock

You both sat there catching your breath before he slowly pulled out of you to go retrieve a warm rag to clean you up

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BONUS

You both laid in each other’s arms before he spoke

“Yn, will you be my girlfriend?”

You laughed “of course Jimmy I’ll be your girlfriend” he smiled before planting a kiss to your lips

….

“Hey Jim, you think Aya and Roman fucked?”

He busted out laughing as he quickly said yes as you both drifted off to sleep

#rae speaks #jimmy uso #jimmy uso x reader #jimmy uso smut #HEHEHEHHE

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