#ex to lovers

[ikktygcto]

— 민호 “FAMILY”

𝑒x.ᐟminho × 𝒻 em.ᐟreader

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minho’s cats loved you, maybe even more than minho himself. soonie, doongie and dori were all attached to you, clinging to you everytime you came over. you five were the perfect family. if minho’s cats liked you, then he knew you were the one.

that was until you and minho started to grow distant. you were in your third year of college and minho was working a full time job as a dance teacher. both of you were busy, so you two decided to break up on good terms. even though it hurt, it was hard to balance out having a relationship with separate lives.

but it took a toll on his cats. everyday coming back from the studio, minho always saw soonie sitting on the window sill, looking outside as if he was waiting for you to visit like you usually did. soonie wouldn’t even join minho in bed for cuddles anymore.

he couldn’t stand seeing soonie so sad all the time, so he decided to call you to make plans. he kept manipulating himself, saying that it was all for soonie’s sake, but deep inside, minho - and soonie - knew it was more for him.

you had managed to make time to visit minho on his day off. pulling up in minho’s driveway, soonie was seen in the window, clawing at the already scratched glass as he remembered the familiar car, meowing loudly. minho looked over from where he was currently sitting ; you were here. he stood up and approached the window.

“look, baby, it’s your y/n!”

minho cooed, petting soonie’s fur. he watched as you made your way to his front door.

nervously, you prodded your way to the front door. this was giving you memories ; good and bad. mainly good. you knocked on the door and waited.

minho let out a sigh, his heartbeat increasing as he made his way to the front door. he opened it, greeting you with an empty smile. he hadn’t seen you in so long and he missed you so much. just the mere sight of you made butterflies flutter in his stomach.

“hey.”

he leaned against the doorway, almost tripping. fuck. that was embarrassing. he blushed and stood up straight.

you held in a giggle as you watched him trip. he was always so clumsy, especially when he was flustered. whenever you would hold his hand, or after a kiss, he would be so flustered that you would think that he was ill. his voice would tremble and his cheeks would go an adorable - but bright - red.

you waved slightly with that gorgeous smile that made minho’s knees weak.

“hi..”

minho’s eyes wandered up and down your body, taking in your appearance. you still looked as beautiful as ever. he cleared his throat and stepped aside to let you come in before closing the door behind him.

“long time no see, huh?”

you nodded. as you looked around, you noticed that everything was the same ; the pictures of him and the cats and some family still sat in the right places, the cactus stayed in its rightful place. the only thing difference was the duffle bag that stayed on the stairs, which held his dance kit.

“yeah,”

you said with a sigh, a happy sigh,

“it’s been a while.”

minho shoved his hands in his pockets. suddenly feeling awkward. he nodded his head in agreement before letting out a sharp exhale.

“how’ve you been?”

“good,”

you replied. it was so awkward now, you used to hug and kiss your way to the couch and you would cuddle there while you both talked about your day. he would always be extremely clingy when you got home, like a leech. but you didn’t mind it, in fact, you loved it.

“how about you?”

minho shrugged, his eyes avoiding yours. he hated this. the awkwardness between you two. where was all the giggling and teasing? where was the love?

“i’m alright. tired mostly. work is exhausting.”

wanting to get to the point, you asked where the cats were.

minho perked up at the mention of the cats.

“they’re around somewhere,”

he then shouted out,

“doongie! dori!”

minho then looked over to where doongie was sleeping peacefully on the couch. dori was laying on the cat tower. but soonie was still sitting behind you, on the windowsill.

you picked poor soonie up, and kissed his little head. you could tell the difference between soonie and doongie because soonie had a pink nose, while doongie had an orange one that matched his coat.

“hey, soonie, baby..”

soonie meowed happily, the sound of your familiar voice making him happy as usual. he nuzzled his head against your chest, his tail gently swaying. minho watched from the doorway, his heart melting as he saw you holding his cat in your arms. you whispered,

“how are you? are you coping without y/n? hmm?”

soonie then purred, his body fully relaxed in your hold. he looked up at you with wide eyes, almost as if he was saying “i’ve missed you a lot.” minho sighed silently, walking over to you. he gently petted soonie’s head before standing next to you.

“he’s been pretty sad, actually. i think he misses you a lot. he always sits at the window, waiting for you to come home.”

you pouted, knowing that you missed the cats too. now that you think about it, you missed everything. even minho.

“yeah, i.. i’ve missed them too.”

he hummed in response, keeping his hand on soonie’s fur. dori jumped off of the couch, approaching you as well. minho let out a light chuckle, looking over at you.

“dori and doongie have too. they seem to prefer you over me now, you know.”

you lightly chuckled, shaking your head. you sat on the floor and both kitties climbed onto your lap, yearning for your love, affection and care. sort of like how you yearned for minho’s love.

“where’s doongie, anyway?”

you muttered, trying to guide your mind to someplace else.

minho pointed over to the couch, where doongie was fast asleep. he was curled up into a ball on the couch cushion.

“there he goes again... little lazybones.”

you giggled and let out an “aww!”

minho shook his head in amusement, crossing his arms over his chest. he sat down on the floor next to you, watching his cats surround you. dori was settled in your lap, doongie was peacefully sleeping on the couch while soonie was rubbing against your legs.

“god... you really do have them wrapped around your finger.”

he moved closer to you, sitting cross legged on the floor. he looked at dori and soonie, smiling softly. he really missed the wholesome moments like this.

“i haven’t seen them this playful in a while. you really do have a way with them.”

you nodded and smiled. then suddenly, minho got a notification on his phone. the most shocking thing was that his lockscreen was still of you. the picture that he took of you when you guys went on your first year anniversary date. he quickly turned his phone off, but you were able to catch a glimpse.

“is.. is that me?”

minho’s cheeks heated up, a light red flush appearing on them. he cleared his throat, shoving the phone back into his pocket. he looked away, avoiding eye contact.

“oh, uhm... yeah it is...”

he said sheepishly.

you blushed. your face slowly creeped into a crimson red, and you started stuttering. maybe he misses you too. well, obviously he does, why else would he still have you on his lockscreen?

his face only turned a brighter shade of red, an awkward silence settling in between you two. he fidgeted with his rings, not knowing what to say next. he had completely forgotten about the photo of you on his lock screen, he was so used to it being there. honestly, he thought you wouldn’t notice it.

minho bit the inside of his cheek, trying his best to not look at you. he was embarrassed. why was that photo still on his phone? why did he leave it as the wallpaper when it was clearly the source of the pain he felt from the breakup?

he was completely at loss of words. all he could do was sit there in silence, feeling awkward and flustered.

you couldn’t hold back anymore. you pulled your phone out and showed him your lockscreen, which still matched with his, a picture of him on your first year anniversary date. you just missed him so much.

minho’s eyes darted down to your phone, which you were holding up for him to see. seeing his own face as the lock screen was a shock. his heart skipped a beat as he looked at it. he hadnt expected you to have his photo on your phone, especially after everything that happened.

he looked at you, his heart beating rapidly in his chest. he was completely dumbfounded.

“i missed you. a lot.”

you mustered, putting your phone in your pocket. minho then inhaled sharply, feeling a knot form in his throat. he missed you as well. a lot. but he couldn't bring himself to tell you.

“i... i miss you too.”

he said it barely above a whisper. he felt weak. he hated how much he was still attached to you.

“you know.. i only came for you, well, obviously for the cats as well, but mainly for you, minho.”

minho raised his eyebrows, his eyes going wide like saucers. he hadn’t expected you to admit such a thing. but deep down, he felt the same. he wanted to see you. he wanted to talk to you, hold you.

“you... you did?”

he tried to keep a steady voice, but he was already failing to. you nodded, feeling tears well up in your eyes for some reason. you went to grip his hand, but you pulled it back.

minho felt his heart ache as he looked at you. he wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around you, to feel your warmth close to him. but he held himself back.

“why?”

he asked sheepishly.

“because i still love you, minho.”

those rang in his head. “i still love you,” my god, he couldn't take this anymore. a wave of emotions flooded through him.

without even thinking, minho moved closer to you, closing the gap between you. he gently cupped your face in his hands, stroking your cheeks tenderly with his thumbs. he finally looked into your eyes, his heart leaping in his chest.

“i love you too. i never stopped.”

[dailynnt]

AURORA

ᴺᵒʳᵗʰᵉʳⁿ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗˢ

༘✩ Summary: A relationship that survived a breakup but could not be forgotten. Like the northern lights that appear only at certain moments, their feelings had their peaks and troughs, but always remained on the horizon. You meet your ex at some event. The feelings are still alive.

༘✩ Couple: Jeon Jungkook/ The Reader

༘✩Age restrictions: 18+

༘✩ Size: one shot

༘✩ Tags: ex to lovers, longing, smurt, cursing, sex, unprotected sex, detailed description of explicit scenes, alcohol

༘✩ Dedication: This work is dedicated to my beloved Armys. I wrote this work thinking of you. I hope this work resonates with you - @myjungkookthighs, @kelsyx33, @someoneelse0109, @mskookie, @kooccult, , @smokinghotstargirl , @curse-of-art, @rispwr, @kooko007

༘✩ From author: I have long dreamed of writing a story like this and here it is in one day. I tried my best for you and I really hope you will like the way I described the love that does not die, even if it seems that it is the end. Inspired by a song I found not so long ago and it immediately associated me with Jungkook💜❤️‍🔥💘 And I'll add another one, the lyrics of which are also here. Enjoy 🙏🏻🥰

You didn't expect to see him. You thought you would never see him again in your life. Certainly not here, among dozens of strangers, in a room flooded with soft light that resembled the glare of the northern lights. But he was here.

Your eyes meet and your heart skips a beat. He is approaching, accompanied by one of the organizers of the event you have come to. He keeps his eyes on you and you can't look away either. He seems to be the only one who could touch the strings of your soul, and they seem to be starting to pluck.

He approaches and stops a few steps away. He didn't expect to see you again either. Your last words had clearly created a great gulf between you that neither of you could cross.

He was not prepared for his heart to beat faster and his breath to become ragged, as if after a long run. But he couldn't show it, he had to control himself.

"Y/N would like to introduce you to one of our biggest sponsors. Jeon Jungkook." - He introduce Jungkook. "And Mr. Jeon, this is Y/N Y/L/N. She's a writer with whom our publishing house works." - Your eyes are greedy. You literally study each other, trying to find what has changed. And if anything has changed at all.

You look at him, waiting for him to behave. Will he pretend that you don't know each other? Or will he say that there is no need to introduce you? Because you used to be the whole world to each other.

"It's nice to meet you, Y/N." - Jungkook says. So he chooses not to be an acquaintance. Hmm, in fact, he is.

"Likewise." - You reply briefly and discreetly. Jungkook pulls your hand towards him and you put yours in his. An electric pulse goes through your whole body.

He has the same look in his eyes. The same movements you know. You used to know every detail about each other. And then you lost it.

This man in front of you was your ex-boyfriend. He was the man who made you feel like the world stopped when you were with him. He was your passion, your trusted friend, your lover. Everything between you was intense and pure, but like everything that burns brightly, it burned out. The breakup was hard and painful.

You felt your heart flutter at the familiar touch. It was more than physical contact - it was like coming home after a long journey. You didn't want it, but just like then, you couldn't shake this deep attachment. You tried to forget him, tried to let him go, but he was remained by you every day, in you every thought. And now, when your hand is back in his, you realized that you was never really ready to let go.

"I read your story. It's amazing. I'm not surprised why it's so successful." - Jungkook says, and you think you're going to fall through the floor. He's a great actor, you've always known that. But you're don’t. Even though your heart is burning with excitement and old feelings are bubbling to the surface, you think you have to go. You can't even let him be with you, because you'll lose all control.

But let's be honest, the walls you've been building for six months since the breakup has cracked. Just looking at him makes you want him to be yours again.

"I am sincerely grateful for your words. But to be honest, you don't strike me as someone who reads romance novels." - You can't contain your sarcasm. Jungkook laughs lightly, his husky voice vibrating, and this vibration ignite your bones.

"Actually, Mr. Jeon is a very creative person. He's a professional photographer." - The event organizer explains, not realizing how much these words can make your heart beat faster. Because you know his profession well.

Jungkook smiles, his eyes rest on you again, and his words sound as if he wants to share something more intimate.

"Yes, I often photograph couples." - He says, his voice softening as if he's immersed in his memories. "For me, photography is not just art, it's a way to feel emotions. Sometimes music, movies, or even novels can inspire moments that seem real only through the lens." - You can't help but smile. He's fended off your sarcastic attack, but the thing is, you doubt he could have read your novel.

Jungkook glances down at your red silk dress, which fits your figure perfectly, seductively emphasizing all the curves of your body. Curves that were once his territory. The curves he knows so well, the ones he's touched so many times

Jungkook holds his breath for a moment. He remembers how that delicate skin trembled under his fingers, how your breath grew deeper every time his hands traveled over your body. And now, looking at you, he feels an almost unbearable urge to run his fingertips over your collarbone again, to go lower, to run his hands around your waist, to put his hand on your lower back, where his touch always made you moan slightly.

His imagination shamelessly draws pictures of that red silk fabric slowly sliding off your body, revealing to him everything he remembers so well. His fingers involuntarily clench into a fist - the desire is too sharp, too real. He knows he has no right to touch you, knows that there is a gaping hole between you, created not only by hurt feelings but also by time.

But, damn it, how much he wants to reach out, to touch at least the ends of your hair, to run his fingers over your cheek, to feel the warmth of your skin again.

And then, when you finally catch his gaze, he quickly masks the thirst in his eyes with a barely noticeable smile. If only you knew what's going on in his head right now. If you knew that this evening is awakening in him what he has been trying to suppress for so long.

"Then I apologize for my hasty conclusions. I am sincerely grateful that you read my work." - You say and quickly add, because you can't stand Jungkook's company anymore. If he wants you to be strangers, you should stay strangers forever. "It was nice to meet you. Have a nice evening." - You say, giving the men a casual smile and walk away, barely able to keep yourself together. You don't let Jungkook know how much of an impact he has on you, even six months later.

After the breakup, your life turned into an endless marathon of forgetting, although in reality you were just trying not to remember. Your heart was cut like glass, and your mind was exhausted from trying to make yourself stronger. Every day you were learning a new role: a successful woman who was moving forward, even though your inner world was in ruins.

There was no shortage of men around. They came and went-attractive, confident, ready to give you everything you lacked. But each of them remained a shadow, and even the best moments with them felt empty compared to what you had with him. Those evenings when they spent together in bed, or just watching a movie in each other's arms, when there was no time, no space, nothing but your two hearts beating in unison.

You were trying to be "normal," trying to find your way and not think about him. If someone had told you six months ago that he would reappear in your life, you would have laughed, because you were sure that you would never let that happen again. You did everything you could to forget. You immersed yourself in work, wrote, traveled, had short-term meetings, but all of this was just a temporary escape from your own pain.

Over time, you thought, that you might actually be left alone, just to find myself again. You were no longer looking for someone who could give you back the feeling of the real connection that you had. It was your choice, your decision to try to relive this love that you couldn't forget.

But all fate decides. It's not interested in your plans or his plans. It has its own plan and it made sure that your paths crossed again. You are afraid that you won't be able to resist if Jungkook tries to make contact. You love him, but it's unlikely that you'll ever be together again.

The official event is over. You stay at the afterparty. When you enter the restaurant where the party is taking place, you feel a lot of stares. But you are not interested. You stayed after the event because you are excited. Because of the meeting with Jungkook, you can't get rid of the obsessive thoughts and feelings that want to find him and be with him until the morning.

You cautiously study the crowd around you. You don't find Jungkook. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you hope that he has already left, that your chance meeting was just a game of chance, and that's enough. But the part of you that never learned to forget him feels empty.

You stand at the bar, twirling your wine glass in your fingers, letting yourself relax. The atmosphere of an afterparty is lighter, more relaxed than an official event. People are laughing, the music is flowing with a soft rhythm, making your body sway slightly.

And then you feel it. A gaze. His gaze.

Like an echo of the past that won't let go. At first, you don't turn your head, don't give him that pleasure. But you can't stand it, and your eyes meet. You literally give him a second of your gaze, look away. This is enough for him. He comes closer, stands next to you. His perfume is a familiar scent that makes your pulse quicken. A scent that makes you almost crazy.

"Dancing?" - His voice is low, almost inaudible over the music, but it cuts to the core. You look up at him. His eyes are dark, deep, something has changed in them, but at the same time they are still the same. The eyes that looked at you with love and passion.

"I don't think that's a good idea." - You answer, sipping your wine so that he doesn't notice your excitement.

"Come on. It's just a dance." - He holds out his hand and you look at it. You hesitate, but the devil on your shoulder whispers: you want this. He wants this. Go. Go with him. It's just one night. And you make a choice. You put your hand in his.

He leads you to the dance floor. A slow, sensual melody fills the space between you. His hand on your waist is hot, his fingers gently squeezing the silk fabric of your dress. With his other hand, he holds your palm in his, gently but firmly.

You move to the music, his body almost touching yours. It's not just a dance - it's a dangerous game, a test of willpower. And you seem to have already lost. He has deprived you of all willpower.

You look into his eyes and try to understand what is in his mind. What does he want? Just to know what your life has become? Or does he want to try to cross the line? Jungkook's smile is mysterious. The hole from piercing on his lip stretches. You make a titanic effort not to look at his lips.

You dance, every movement a dangerous test. His hand slides to the small of your back and your breath hits you. He always touched you like this - confidently but slowly, as if he was savoring every moment.

But suddenly he leans a little closer, his lips dangerously close to your ear.

"It's... so familiar, isn't it?" - His voice is husky, and you know he feels the same way you do. It's an unrestrained desire to give in to the feelings that overwhelm you. You pull away and look up, catching his eyes. There, in their dark abyss, something forbidden flashes. Memories. A desire.

"It's in the past for me." - You lie. "The past should stay in the past." - You try to make your voice sound confident, but you don't seem to be succeeding. His hand presses lightly on your back.

"Do you really believe that?" - He asks. The silence between you says more than words. You are standing on the edge of an abyss where it is so easy to fall.

You don't know what to say. Your heart is pounding furiously in your chest, and your hands seem to remember what it feels like to touch it, to feel its warmth. You continue to move to the music, but now everything seems even slower, even more tense.

His fingers gently run down your back, a barely perceptible touch that leaves a pulsating trail. He leans in a little closer, his breath burning your skin.

"You say the past should stay where it is." - He smiles at the corner of his lips, as if he can read your thoughts. "But it seems to be catching up with us, Y/N."

You want to object, to say something prickly, but your body is treacherously drawn to him. His hand moves even lower down your back, almost on your buttocks. It makes you hold your breath. This is nothing. It's a game you've both played before. But didn't you know that things always go over the top with Jungkook?

You stop. He stops too. There are only a few centimeters between you, but it's enough to make every cell in your body burn.

"Jungkook..." - You whisper, not even knowing what you want to say. He looks at you, carefully, almost painfully slowly. His gaze slides across your face, lingers on your lips, and then meets yours again.

"Tell me I have to stop." - He whispers, leaning closer, barely touching your cheek with his nose. "I won't touch you unless you let me." - He says it quietly but confidently. And this is the cruelest thing. Because you don't know what will be worse for you - if he actually touches you or if he pulls away.

You want to tell him to stop. You really do. But instead, your fingers involuntarily clamp down on the fabric of his jacket, not allowing you to move away.

"I can't..." - You give up. So quickly, so foolishly. This admission was enough.

His lips touch your neck very lightly, causing a shiver to run through your body. You sigh, tilting your head as if to give him more access. And he does not refuse.

"Why do you still have this effect on me?" - You protest out loud. He was quiet, almost broken by his own feelings. He ran his fingers along your collarbone, causing your eyes to close.

"Because we never really let go of each other." - He said what you needed to hear. What you hadn't allowed yourself to admit for six months.

You inhale sharply, meeting his gaze. Deep, dark, full of desire. Another moment, and this thin line between temptation and prohibition disappear completely.

"Let's get out of here." - His voice sounded almost like an order, but you knew it was not just a desire. It was a need. Your shared need for each other.

You nodded, and he immediately took your hand, intertwining your fingers. You left the hall quickly, without looking back. The night city greeted you with cool air, but a fire burned inside you.

Jungkook opened the car door for you, and you got in, feeling your heart pounding madly in your chest. He quickly walked around the car, got behind the wheel, and in a moment you were already pulling out of the parking lot.

"Where are we going?" - You asked, even though the answer wasn't that important. Jungkook gave you a dark, hot, intoxicating look.

"To my place." - He answered. Your heart literally threatens to jump out of your chest. The sensation of butterflies in your stomach excites you to incredible emotions. He puts his tattooed hand on your thigh, as if to claim you. You can feel your underwear getting wet in anticipation of what will happen at Jungkook's house.

"This is crazy." - You say, barely audible. Jungkook smiled.

"And you like it." - He said, still smiling. You wanted to deny it, but why would you, when it's really true.

Jungkook closes the door behind you, and you immediately find yourself pressed against the wall. His lips are so demanding, so powerful over yours. Your insides tremble because it's all so familiar to you. It feels like the six months of separation just didn't happen.

Your hot breath mingled with his as he pulled away from you to take a breath. He was looking at your face. Your eyes were slightly squinted, your lips swollen from kissing, your skin burning from his touch. You were as beautiful as the first night he fell in love with you.

"Are we really going to do this?" - You asked. Your voice broke into a whisper as he ran his fingertips down your neck, along your collarbone, and even lower to the neckline of your dress.

"Yes..." - He says hoarsely, between kisses on your neck. "I should stop, shouldn't I?" - He asks your opinion. You want to moan as he bites your skin and then runs his tongue over the spot.

"Jungkook..." - You breathe out. You don't know if you're begging him to continue or to stop. He stops kissing your neck. Your faces are separated by a few centimeters.

"Last chance to say no, my love." - He says. Fuck, he called you "love," he called you that because he loved you, does he still love you? You ran your fingers along his jaw, gently but firmly.

"Do you want me to say it?" - You ask with a challenge. Let him decide too, you are not the only one responsible for your actions. He squeezes your buttocks with his hands.

"No." - Jungkook says confidently. You smile seductively, giving him the green light. But he's in no hurry to continue what he's started. You know he's waiting for the words.

"Fuck me, love." - You ask. Jungkook's cock twitches in his boxers when he hears those words. Fuck. How can you say that so easily? He's going crazy. He throws himself on your lips, pressing his strong body against yours. His tongue enters your mouth with authority and finds yours. Six months. Six fucking months he wanted you back. He dreamed that you would be in his hands like this. And he made a promise to himself that if he could get you back, he would never let you go again.

Your underwear is getting wet. You are so excited that you think you will burn with passion. Jungkook's tongue seems to be punishing you for being away for so long. His hands are squeezing the meat on your buttocks with good pressure. He picks you up in his arms, and you only cry out softly, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Jungkook puts you down on the floor in his bedroom, interrupting your unrestrained kisses. He lightly touches your silk shoulder and runs his finger under the strap of your dress. He sees your erect nipples through the fabric of your dress. One movement and the shoulder strap is on falling down. He does the same with the other strap. He pulls down the silk and it slides over your figure.

As the dress falls to the floor, gathering at your feet, a picture he literally imagined when he saw it at the party flashes before his eyes.

His cock hardens even more, because your naked body is a frenzy. It's his weakness. That's what makes him commit sin.

He takes your tits in his hands and squeezes it. He feels that you are real. That he is not dreaming about you, as he has been for the last six months. He bends down and eagerly sucks on your erect nipple. Oh, it's a rosebud on his tongue. It tastes so sweet. Jungkook plays with your nipple with his tongue. When he sucks harder, you feel pain, pain that brings pleasure and sweet agony. Jungkook massages the other breast in his hand, and then smoothly moves to the other breast to savor it as well.

You throw your head back and enjoy his actions. You're addicted to the way he crosses the line.

Your pussy is throbbing and you're wetter than ever. You haven't had intimate relations since you broke up with Jungkook, so now you're just going crazy with every move.

Jungkook pulls away from your chest and smiles. Out of the corner of your eye, you see his hard cock sticking out of his pants.

He comes close and puts one arm around your waist. You watch him closely. He leans in and you think he's going to kiss you. You even close your eyes, but when nothing happens, you open them to check where he is. He's right there, and he's wearing a cheeky, sly smile.

"Let's see how wet my girl is." - He suggests. His hand goes into your panties, instantly finding your excited clit. He presses his fingers on it and you forget how to breathe.

"Fuck. Honey, is this waterfall for me?" - He asks you, and you can't answer him because you're losing your mind to his movements on your clit. You moan, loud and seductive. Jungkook can't help but kiss you. He covers your lips with his own and kisses you deeply, hotly, while building up your orgasm with his fingers.

You moan into his lips. Jungkook plunges two fingers into your passage and wants to curse. He forgot how tight it is in here. He's angry, thinking that someone else could be in that pussy besides him. So his movements and kisses become rougher.

The pressure he creates with his fingers excites you even more. You like it, but it's not enough because it's not his cock.

Jungkook gently lays you down on the bed, which is so familiar. It has witnessed your love so many times. Jungkook pulls down your thong. He looks at your pussy with great greed, the thong sliding down your slender legs. When your underwear is in his hand, he is in no hurry to throw it away. He touches the fabric with his nose, inhaling your scent.

"This is what my love smells like." - He says. You blush. This is so damn intimate. Jungkook throws your thong somewhere near your dress at floor. You watching him.

He's still as handsome as ever. A slim, toned body where every muscle is visible when it moves. You know so well what those muscles are to the touch. Only he seems to have new tattoos on his right arm. You notice that the eye that was below the elbow is gone, and now there is a green ink mark that says "bulletproof" instead. Oh yes, it's really about him.

"Did you have sex with anyone after me?" - Jungkook distracts you from looking at his tattoos. You raise one eyebrow. Why would he want to know in the middle of your lovemaking?

"Why do you ask?" - You don't answer, but ask your own question. Jungkook takes off his pants and throws them somewhere else.

"Answer me." - He says with authority. And this word sounds more like an order. You resent this. Why do you have to talk to him about it? You, for example, know without a doubt that he has definitely fucked some girls.

"Does it matter to you?" - You ask, not listening to his order. It matters to him. He was your first man, and the thought of anyone touching your body, which is unprecedentedly his, pisses him off.

Jungkook takes off his boxers. You can see his cock, hard and erect, hitting his thighs. You salivate at the sight of it. Jungkook's nude figure drives you crazy. You dream of him entering you and finally destroying you and all your desires not to be with him.

Jungkook approaches you dangerously.

He grabs your ankle and pulls you to the edge of the bed with a sharp movement. You scream, not expecting him to do this. He sits you down on the edge of the bed and leans in almost touching you. His lips are near yours and his breath burns your skin.

"Answer me when I ask you questions. Because when I want to know something, it's important to me. So, will you tell me? Did some dickhead touch my pussy? Or at least your tits, which also belong to me?" - He speaks low and commanding. His voice echoes in your head. How does he have such power over you? Why are you so excited by these words? You want to tease him more. You know it could be dangerous, but you've always been a gambler.

"What would you do if I told you that dickhead were?" - You ask. Your words have an immediate effect on Jungkook. His eyebrows raise and his eyes darken with rage. He lifts you up, pulling on your arm. It doesn't hurt, but it's sharp. He presses you down and you feel his erect cock resting against your pussy.

"So you're saying you were?" - He asks, but his voice isn't as hard as he looks. "You promised you'd be mine alone. My little slut. You wouldn't let anyone fuck your pussy. You're lying to me." - He says, smiling defiantly.

"I didn't lie. I asked you what you would do if I was like you and found a free cock? Huh?" - You ask with the same audacity. Jungkook squeezes your buttocks.

"I'd wipe him off the face of the earth." - He says casually. "Because he touched something that's mine."

"I'm not yours." - You say. But what are you saying? You are his. Every cell of that body belongs to him. You can't be with other men because you've never met anyone who can compare to him.

"Mine." - He argues with a wide smile on his lips. It makes you angry, even though you agree with him. "You're still mine... that's why you're here now. No one can touch you like I can, no one can love you like I can, no one can fuck you like I can, no one can keep your secrets like I can. I will give you all of this, and I will never let you go." - The lump in your throat prevents you from breathing normally.

You hold back the tears that threaten to fall down. Let these words be true. Let him keep his promise. Because you want to be with him. Jungkook breaks into you with a kiss to assure you of his words. Two lonely tears drops melt between your hot kiss. Jungkook pulls away and you breathe heavily into his lips. He wipes away the tear tracks with his thumbs.

"I haven't had anyone." - You confess, your voice desperate. "I couldn't even bear a strange man touching my body. So you are right. I couldn't be with anyone else." - Jungkook smiles with satisfaction. He knew that.

Jungkook sits on the edge of the bed and invites you to sit on his lap. You climb on top, holding onto his shoulders. Jungkook's cock lies between you, and you look hopefully between your bodies. Jungkook touches your chin with two fingers and lifts it, forcing you to look at him.

"I need to stretch you first, baby. You haven't had sex in a long time." - Jungkook says with pleasure in his voice. You nod your head in agreement.

Jungkook puts one hand on your hip and moves the other to your pussy. He dips one finger into the passage and moves the top down, creating some friction. You sigh blissfully, closing your eyes. After a while, he plunges his other finger in. The pressure increases and you moan softly. And when Jungkook plunges his third finger in, you feel a slight discomfort. It's only his fingers, when he puts his cock in it will hurt.

Jungkook has stretched you properly, and then he invites you to ride him.

"Give me a good ride." - He asks you. You smile and get up to sit on his attractive cock. Jungkook puts his cock’s head against your entrance and presses. You slowly lower yourself and when his tip plunges into your passage, you almost immediately feel pain. You scream out in pain and he stops, but not for long. He gives you a few seconds and then pushes down on your hips, lowering you. You're in pain, and you bite your lip to hold back your screams.

Finally you are filled with his cock to the brim. You feel it twitching inside you.

"Fuckin' shit." - Jungkook curses. He holds back as best he can. He really forgot how tight you are.

You sit like this for no more than half a minute. In the meantime, Jungkook has been working on your clit to get you used to its length. You squeeze his shoulders. He kisses you and you want to get down to the real business.

You start moving on his hips, lifting yours. The first movements are accompanied by pain. But after a while it feels good. You squirm on his lap and let out strangled moans. Jungkook helps you by supporting your hips and admires his beloved's face. It eloquently shows pleasure.

"How do you like riding my cock? Huh, baby? Did you miss it?" - Jungkook asks playfully. His voice breaks because you're riding his cock so well.

"Yeah..." - You answer in a long breath. It feels so good, it's pure ecstasy, it's euphoria. You're chasing an orgasm and he's taking you there.

"Let's make this reconciliation unforgettable." - Jungkook suggests. He takes over the initiative with his hands. He squeezes your thighs harder and pushes you deep and sharp. Your head is spinning from these movements. You bite your lips again, but Jungkook moves closer to you. "Don't hold back the moans I deserve." - He orders. You stop biting your lips, and now your loud moans fill the entire room.

Jungkook has found just the right spot. You feel like you're about to come. Your fingernails tear off the skin on his shoulders.

"Love..." - You call out to him. "I'm close."

Jungkook absorbs your expression with an absolutely lustful gaze. He speeds up his movements, but not so that he can come. He's definitely not done with you yet. You raise and lower your hips on Jungkook's lap to finally have the orgasm you've been waiting for.

When the knot in your lower abdomen is untied, you throw your head back and moan long and hard. Your velvety walls are squeezed by Jungkook's cock, and he jerks you upward to keep from cumming himself. You don't realize it right away. Only when you're on your knees, resting your pussy against Jungkook's abs, and you feel his hands on your buttocks.

"What a good girl. You have your first orgasm." - He counts.

Jungkook orders you to lie down on the pillows and spread your legs for him. He positions himself between your legs without sinking into you. He kisses you on the lips, filling your mouth with his tongue. Your tongues intertwine in a dance of love and passion. When you need air, Jungkook breaks the kiss. He goes down to your jaw, then your neck. He savored every inch of your skin, memorizing it again, as if he were discovering something long forgotten but painfully familiar.

He covered your body with kisses until he was in front of your pussy. The memory of his tongue on your clit makes you wet. Jungkook kisses your folds with a weightless kiss, and you're already trembling. He smiles out of the corner of his mouth.

"I forgot how sweet she is." - He comments. You lift your head to see him between your legs. He kisses the inside of your thighs, not wanting to leave an inch of skin on you that he hasn't kissed.

When he begins to lick your clit, making circular motions around your clit, you can't hold your head up. You fall back on the pillows. Your back arches unconsciously. Jungkook squeezes your buttocks and then sucks on your center. You moan again, and Jungkook thinks he'll never get tired of the sound. He's happy that he's the only one who hears these sounds.

You come on his tongue very quickly. Your swollen, excited clit didn't need much attention. You jerk on his tongue and Jungkook presses his tongue against your center to make sure you have your second orgasm of the night as long as possible.

You stop twitching and breathe heavily. Jungkook kneels down by your spread legs and you can see his beard glistening with your juice. He wipes his chin with his hand and comes closer to you.

"Is my baby satisfied?" - He asks. You are almost unable to speak. You smile and barely speak.

"It was just as fucking gorgeous as ever.” - Jungkook laughs heartily, and once again wants to kiss you. You taste your cum on his tongue. His kisses become slower, deeper.

"I've been waiting for this for so long..." - His voice was quiet, almost hoarse, when he broke away from your lips. You, too, had secretly dreamed that you would have the opportunity to be together again. And who knows how it all will worked out.

Jungkook plunged into you again. His cock entered you painlessly this time. You couldn't get enough, because this is what you will always need. You bent to meet his touch, feeling your bodies merging in a single rhythm.

Every movement was slow, as if he wanted to prolong this moment as long as possible.

Jungkook knew every curve of your body, every weakness that made you sigh and tremble. But this time it was different. Deeper. Stronger. It wasn't just desire. It was something more.

Your fingers tangled in his hair as your lips found each other again. He was everything to you that night - a fire that burned from the inside out, and a sea that enveloped you in its waves.

He took his time.

You didn't want it to end.

Your breaths mingle, hot and uneven, as his movements become stronger. He feels a wave of some new emotions, as if he is rediscovering a familiar body.

"You have no idea how much I..." - Jungkook stops, his lips barely touching yours. You open your eyes and stare into his handsome face. You notice beads of sweat on his face and a few loose strands of hair.

"How much what?" - Your voice sounds almost hoarse, and he smiles because he knows you're on the verge.

"How much I missed you." - He finally whispers. You don't have time to say anything because Jungkook is pushing you. You lie in his arms. Your legs are intertwined around his waist. He is deep inside you and this is the best moment of the whole year.

His movements are slow and deep at first, but with each new one he speeds up. He fucks you like never before, and you close your eyes, enjoying the sensation. You feel another orgasm coming over you. Jungkook's hips thrust fast and you choke on the sweetest orgasm of the night.

Jungkook comes after you, filling you to the brim with cum. He jerks inside you for a while and stops only when he releases himself with a whimper.

He collapses into the crook of your neck and you both breathe heavily. You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. His heavy breathing mingles with yours, and your heart hasn't yet returned to its normal rhythm. Your throat is dry, and you urgently need water.

Jungkook finally stands up and smiles at you with satisfaction. You reflexively do the same.

"You... water?" - Your voice breaks, and you're almost ashamed of how weak it sounds. Jungkook smiles slightly, realizing that you're asking him for water.

"Just a moment, my love." - He says and pecking on your lips. He gently pulls out of you. You try to sit up and cover yourself with the blanket you had sex on.

Jungkook puts on his boxers, finds a bottle of water on the table, unscrews the cap, and hands it to you. You take a few sips, trying to come to your senses. Jungkook sits down next to you, rests his hands on the bed on either side of your hips, and looks you straight in the eye.

"I don't want to let you go anymore." - He says clearly. You freeze.

"Jungkook..." - You want to say something, but you find yourself unceremoniously interrupted by him.

"I'm serious." - He interrupts. "I was an idiot for letting you leave back then. I thought it was for the best, that you and I would destroy each other if we stayed together. But you know what? It was even worse without you."

You look at him, feeling something hot squeezing your chest.

"I don't know if..." - If we should start again. You want to say. But he interrupts you again. The conversations during sex were frank, but now that you're back to reality, things are just as complicated as they were.

"I know." - His large hands gently wrap around yours. "And I'm going to do everything I can to make up for my mistakes. I don't want just one night, Y/N. I want everything. I want you. I want our future."

You see the sincerity in his dark eyes, and it almost scares you. You're afraid, even though you really want to start over.

"What if it doesn't work out again?" - You share your worries.

"I will make it work. Every day. Every time you doubt, I'll prove to you that I love you more than ever." - He leans in slowly, giving you a chance to stop him. But you don't. Your lips meet again, and this time the kiss is not so hot, not so hasty. It's deeper, more tender.

Like a hope.

Like a promise.

"Let's try again." - You agree. You look into his eyes, reading everything he didn't say out loud: fear, hope, devotion. Jungkook has never been a man to give up easily, and now he was proving it again.

Your fingers involuntarily squeeze his hand, as if checking to see if he is real, if this moment is real.

"Do you promise we will?"

He leans in even closer, his forehead touching yours.

"I promise." - He whispers. And this time you believe him.

Like the northern lights that appear only at certain moments, your feelings had their peaks and troughs, but they were always on the horizon. You could get lost in each other, disappear, losing light, but you came back, blooming with new colors.

Because your love is like the sky itself. Eternal. Unpredictable. And worth waiting for.

[solarhysm]

DUST OF US.

> synopsis: 7 years ago Y/N broke Jungkook’s heart when she decided to end their relationship without an explanation. When they meet again at a friend's wedding, after almost a decade, Jungkook needs answers to move on.

> pairing: Jungkook x reader

> genre: romance, ex to lovers au

> warnings: explicit languages, violence, smut, cheating, nsfw, angst

> statut: on going.

> chapters: 00 | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10

> drabbles:

how you met him

jungkook thinks you hate him

your first time

jungkook and you talk about your future

you’re being bullied (tw: mention of rape, but no rape!!) (available on kofi)

3 years after the breakup (kofi link)

bonus part chapter 08

mood playlist:

still with you by jungkook

angels like you by miley cyrus

reminder by the weeknd

nobody gets me by SZA

i love you, i’m sorry by gracie abrams

without me by halsey

moonlight by ariana grande

all I ask by adele

feel me by selena gomez

good luck, babe! by chappell roan

love in the dark by adele

shot glass of tears by jungkook (ofc)

DISCORD SERVER - TWITTER - TIKTOK

*french writer, i apologize in advance for my awful english!

NO TRANSLATION. MINORS DNI.

WATTPAD.

buy me a coffee<3 (every chapters/drabbles are posted as soon as i'm done writing them.)

[insidekatmind]

Rival Hearts~Sensei wolf

Request: yes!

The Sekai Taikai had finally arrived, the tournament that brought together the best dojos from around the world, an opportunity only the greatest sensei could seize. Glory awaited the victors, while defeat would be humiliating for anyone not up to the task. Among the most anticipated participants were two legends, who, despite their shared past, hated each other with all their hearts: you, the legendary "Cobra Queen," and Sensei Wolf.

Once, you and Wolf had shared not only the dojo but also a passion that burned like a wild fire. Your relationship had been intense, filled with love and rivalry, but in the end, between secrets and misunderstandings, it had collapsed. Every word of farewell had been heavy, yet necessary. Now, however, you were here again, side by side, but on the Sekai Taikai stage, with your rivalry resurfacing, stronger than ever.

Your black kimono fit your body perfectly, a sign of power and authority. Cobra Kai was your dojo, your world, and you were the queen who ruled it. You didn’t need to say anything to be respected. People looked at you with admiration, but you knew the only thing that truly mattered was winning. And your rival, Wolf, would test you like no one else.

The moment you saw him, your heart leapt to your throat. He, with his unmistakable style, with his dojo, Iron Dragon, which had never lost its reputation. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes sparkled with that same determination you had seen a thousand times in him. Only this time, there was no tenderness. There was only rancor.

When you approached, he lifted his gaze and his eyes met yours. That same look that had made you tremble once, now only gave you the feeling of wanting to destroy him. But you didn’t stop, you advanced with a provocative smile.

"I thought you retired, Wolf," you said, raising an eyebrow, "I didn’t think you were still capable of doing anything useful for your dojo. Or maybe you think coming to this tournament will help you regain some dignity?"

His smile was cold, sharp. "Ah, the queen of cowards. I see you haven’t changed, always ready to throw jabs. But it seems to me that the only coward here is someone else. Maybe you’re here just to escape the fact that your dojo is nothing without me."

His words struck you, but didn’t make you waver. "Iron Dragon is a thing of the past, Wolf. Now I’m the sensei of Cobra Kai, and I put my blood, my heart, and my determination into it. I don’t need an old wolf to prove who I am."

The tension between you was so thick that it seemed the whole room had frozen. The crowd around you was silent, waiting for the confrontation to begin. It was clear that neither of you would be willing to back down. This battle, somehow, had to be won, and the Sekai Taikai would be the perfect stage to prove it.

"Then prove it to me, Cobra Queen," Wolf said, his voice low and filled with disdain.

You smiled, but inside, the anger was palpable. You knew what it meant to have the last word. "With pleasure, Wolf. Prepare your dojo for the dust, because you won’t escape."

It was a conflict that went beyond a mere competition between dojos. It was the showdown between you and him, between two broken hearts and a past that couldn’t stay in the past. And now, the Sekai Taikai would be the stage for your final battle.

[fashionteahouse]

Hi! How have you been?

Can i request an ex- to lovers fic with Paul? in wich he's already in a relationship but he meets the reader again and they start seeing each other again

hey! i’ve been groovy how about you ? sure you can ❤️ hope you enjoy :)

revolving door - paul x reader

The words were heartless. It's something that you'll never forget. It was one of the things that always lurked in the back of your mind.

Certain songs were skipped, certain movies were left unwatched and even certain restaurants were forbidden in your mind. It all webbed back to him.

Dating around seemed pointless, you often found yourself comparing them to him. It's been two whole years and you knew for a fact he had moved on. He had the face and personality for it.

Life seems to show you how much of a revolving door it could be when you were sitting in a bakery with a crossword puzzle, pen in hand.

The door opened and closed as you munched on your baked treat but a familiar voice ordering their favourite desert made your heart stop.

You had no plans on seeing him, you were in lounge clothes and you internally kicked yourself for not being dressed at your very best. It was an easy Sunday and you didn't expect to run into familiar faces. Especially his.

You weren't ready. Scooping your belongings, your hand didn't even push open the door until a statement made you reconsider your actions.

"You still got that damn hoodie."

You relax your shoulders, you hated the way the statement made you smile a bit. He always made a tense situation so easily eased.

Sitting across from each other as he stuffed his mouth, a flaw that you used to tease him about, you ask him the important question that would separate you from him.

"So, how you been?"

"Pretty good. Same shit but different day."

"I know that's a lie." you say as you fidget with your small booklet. He reached over and slid it from your grasp and flipped it open.

"I thought you said that these were for old ladies?"

You chuckle, familiar butterflies emerged deep within you. You remember exactly the conversation of when you said that.

"I don't know. They might've been onto something." you admit.

"Well, you'll never guess but guess what game I picked up."

"Mmm.. What?"

"I told you to guess."

"But, you just said that I will never guess. So, which one is it?"

The smile beamed out of his mouth, "Chess."

"Get the fuck out of here." you chuckle.

"I'm serious."

"I can still beat you no matter how good you've gotten."

You were skilled at the game, even winning majority of your time in chess clubs. Even going as far as competing in local competitions in community centers.

"Yeah, right." he says humorously.

You shrug, confident in your ability.

"So, when are you trying to beat me?"

You freeze a bit as your heart stuttered.

"Um..Uh.."

"Um, uh. See, look at you." Paul mocked you.

"Shut up." you say as he chuckled deeply.

"I'm busy these days anyway. You might have to find someone else to lose to."

"My girl doesn't even know how to play."

Oh.

"Girlfriend?"

He sighed a bit, "Yeah. We've been off and on for a while now."

"So are you guys on or off right now?"

He grinned a bit as he didn’t answer for a bit, "We're on."

He always admired your wit. Something that he missed. Something that his current situation lacked.

"Well, I'm gonna head on out." you say as you rise to a stand.

"And let me guess. Go home, finish your treat and hunch over that book?"

You scoff with a laugh as you look about. That's exactly what you planned to do.

"I bet it's not better than talking to me."

"Bye, Paul."

He watched as you left out.

You stare at the vibrating phone. It was clutched in your hand as you felt the buzz of the phone.

"Hello?"

"Wow. You still have the same number...Anyway, I'm bored. What are you doing?"

"I should've blocked you."

"Ha. We both know you won't."

You shift a bit.

"Look..Um...Can we talk?"

"About what?" you say quietly.

"You might want some closure."

"Im good. Im trying to move on."

"So, you didn't move on, then?" you hear the pride in his voice. Your stomach fluttered.

"S-shut up....Where's your girlfriend? Go talk to her."

"Someone's jealous."

"Am not!"

"Are too. She's visiting her cousins. I just want to talk. I thought we're friends now."

"And who drew up that conclusion? It certainly wasn't I."

"You still live at the same place?"

You stop breathing, "Mhm."

"Cool." he hangs up.

You sigh as you didn't know what you set yourself up for.

He walks in after you open the door. You changed up the decor since the last time he seen it.

"Your style hasn't changed."

"You still don't have anything on your walls?" you say back.

"Want to come over and see?"

"No." you mutter quietly and you both sit down on the couch at the same time.

"You've always been a bad liar." he says in your ear.

You close your eyes as the goosebumps came without a fail.

"I don't get it....You broke up with me."

"And I made a mistake..."

"And whose fault is that?"

A hand cupped the side of your face as you have to look at him. You deep down wish you didn’t have to because the good times swirled in your mind. You look down.

“I still have to tell you to look at me.” he whispered with a grin.

You swallow a bit as you rise from the couch.

“I’m thirsty.”

“You’re thirsty.” he says dryly, half believing it.

“Yeah.” you say and go into the kitchen. Rising up on your ripple toes and grabbing a glass. Your arm slowly sets the cup down as you felt hands on your waist.

Slowly, you’re turned around because you don’t protest his touches.

Eyes were closed as it felt like a magical touch. His lips were better than you remembered. His hands seemed to know just how to keep you moving forward to him.

“I gotta go.” he whispered after you both reunited your mouths over and over again.

In a daze, you only nod.

The next time he came over, dinner was made. Planned to be only for you but it seemed to be a good thing that you accidentally made more than enough.

As you both sat across from each other, the “mm’s” were familiar. They showed his appreciation for the good food, but you knew that another circumstance where he would make such noise.

“You want me to help you?” he asks as he leaned against the counter as you were making dish water.

“I’m okay. I got it.” you tell him but he was already pulling the plate out of your hands.

He tells you to go sit down. He took over the station so you do go have a seat. When he’s finished. He’s rewarded with a hug.

“Can I get a kiss?” he asked in your ear. Both hands were already firm on your back.

“Um..S-sure.” you whisper.

Eyes were closed once again as the kiss happened. But this time, it was cranked up a notch. It wasn’t a simple I miss you kiss. It was more like a I need you kiss.

Panting, you find your chest exposed without even noticing.

“P-Paul. We C-can’t.” you stutter as you watch as his hands covers your chest.

“We can.” he insists.

“‘We can’t.” you whisper as he bends a bit to attach his mouth.

“We can.” he says and a breathy noise escape from your lips as his tongue covered what his hand were covering.

As you both were naked, pressed together in bed. He snored softly in your ear. You only wake up because of soft buzzing.

The name and picture brought you back to reality as you look at his phone on the nightstand. You sigh a bit to yourself as you didn’t wake him. He looked too peaceful. You hated that you thought that. It was your downfall.

You didn’t care about anything but the fact that he was back with you. Even if it was in this circumstance.

[writesleah]

the way i loved you ౨ৎ m. riddle

౨ৎ after a hard breakup, you had finally moved on and found your perfect man. he was everything you could’ve asked for, but the lingering thoughts of your ex take a toll on you

౨ৎ swearing, mentions of blood and fighting, borderline betraying cedric :(

౨ৎ if it’s not already completely obvious, i was listening to the way i loved you by taylor swift when i thought of this lmaooo i couldn’t fight the taylor references so there is a couple in here, it’s just my deep rooted swiftie mindset

“hey baby. you look beautiful today,” cedric smiled, sitting down at the slytherin table next to you, a bold move for a hufflepuff, but everybody thought he was far too good looking to say anything. well, some people.

mattheo riddle had the absolute nerve to speak up, as if he hadn’t completely ruined your life only months before.

“alright, diggory?” he snorted, looking your boyfriend up and down with disgust. he and cedric probably could’ve gotten along just fine if it wasn’t for the clashing common interest that seemed to have mattheo spitting as many nasty comments as he could - you, “i see you’re still pissing about with her.”

he didn’t even bother to say your name when he was talking about you. twat. you felt your anger starting to pool up in your stomach, a force threatening to take over until a soft hand placed itself on your hip.

“just ignore him, okay?” cedric smiled down at you, encouraging you to do exactly what he was doing. you nodded.

“it’s fine. he’s just… yeah,” you sighed, scrunching your eyes a couple times before continuing to eat, doing your best to ignore mattheo’s presence on just a couple seats down.

—

“he’s perfect,” pansy sighed, practically drooling over your relationship.

you had shown the girls the card he had made for valentines day, which was honestly the smallest thing he’d done for you on the day. he had a tendency to show his affection as much as he possibly could, making you experience every single love language at least once a week.

“that’s adorable, oh my god,” daphne gushed, reading the card over and over. it was a sweet message where he described his love for you, and it definitely warmed your heart, “i’m actually so jealous of what you guys have, it’s not even funny. astoria, come read this.”

astoria made her way over to the group and took the pale pink card from her sister’s hands, her eyes scanning the words that practically formed a letter with how many cedric had written. the three of you watched as her face contorted into an expression of admiration and light jealousy, her cheeks slightly pink.

“stop it, you’re going to make me cry knowing that i don’t have a man that loves me like this,” she whined, punctuating her words with a small laugh.

cedric was your ideal boyfriend. he was attractive, sensible, smart and kind. he got along with your parents and siblings, and always made sure to compliment you in some way every time he saw you. he said everything you ever wanted to hear, and was just perfect for you, so why couldn’t you get mattheo out of your head?

“i need to ask you all something,” you blurted out, a little annoyed at yourself for doing so, but also relieved that you could get it off your chest.

the trio looked over at you with raised eyebrows, waiting for you to continue.

“what is it?” pansy murmured, her head tilted just slightly as her eyes studied you.

"okay, let's just say... hypothetically, you have the most perfect, incredible boyfriend and could never ask for anything better, but… there’s this pesky little lingering thought about a certain past endeavour that you can’t get out of your head.”

the girls looked at you a little confused, though daphne’s expression quickly hardened. she knew exactly what you were talking about.

“please tell me you’re not still thinking about riddle,” she groaned in disappointment, shaking her head whilst running her hands over her face. the other two expressed disapproving noises and sighs, looking at you as if you’d just told them you were going to kill someone.

“it’s mattheo, what do you want me to do?” you mumbled defensively, helping it would support your case a little, but it just made them give you a glare.

“i don’t get what you see in him. he’s a boring, lazy prick who skips every class he possibly can to smoke weed and get plastered with his equally as boring and lazy roadman gang,” astoria huffed with a small shrug, looking at you with more concern than anything, “all you guys would do was scream at each other and cry about it all, and then go and make out in the rain or something, which i suppose is pretty hot, but it doesn’t make up for all the arguing.”

“you go insane when you’re with him. i didn’t even know it was possible to feel that much, but you definitely proved that it is,” pansy snorted, though it was clear her comment wasn’t really a joke.

you just sighed and brushed it off, promising that you wouldn’t do anything. it was just something on your mind, right?

—

you were walking in the corridor on your own, cedric just having left to get to his class, which was on the complete other side of the school to yours.

“rare to see you without prince charming these days. have you broken up already?”

you knew who it was when the first word was spoken, and after days of trying to get him out of your mind, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“do you have nothing better to do than terrorise me and my relationship, riddle?” you spat, turning around to face the boy, though your expression quickly dropped when you saw crimson blood spattered across his face, “why am i not surprised?”

“wow, last name basis now, princess?” he chuckled, brushing off your comment about his injuries with a small huff of either annoyance or amusement, you couldn’t really tell.

you tried to walk away, not wanting to involve yourself in his antics when you couldn’t trust yourself to not snap without somebody nearby to warn you not to. it was hard to control yourself around mattheo for some reason. probably all the pent up anger you had from the relationship and its ending.

“just piss off. i honestly can’t be bothered with you right now,” you sighed, shaking your head. his face dropped at that, seeming much less entertained now that you had say that you genuinely didn’t want to speak to him. he didn’t like that.

“no, absolutely not. what you’re not gonna do is act like a bitch because you’re in a mood about something,” mattheo scoffed, grabbing your wrist to pull you back, leaving a faint, bloody handprint on your skin, to which you groaned at.

“can you not?” you murmured, trying to wipe it off, but only smearing it across your arm further. at this, he sighed and pulled you into the prefect’s bathroom, the nearest place with a sink.

“here, since you apparently need everything done for you. i see some things haven’t changed,” he tugged your arm under the sink and lightly rinsed it away, rolling his eyes as he did so, and taking the chance to wash his own hands, “you’re a real piece of work, you know that? especially these last couple months. i don’t even know what’s happened, but it’s annoying.”

“what happened is we broke up. i’m not going to be your sweet little angel every single day, riddle,” you retorted, shaking your head and patting your arm dry with a paper towel.

“i still don’t get why we ended things,” the brunette shrugged, as if the comment he had just made meant absolutely nothing, “i mean, you’d probably be sat in my lap cleaning me up right now if we hadn’t.”

his words were a harsh reminder of how much things had changed. if he had come to you battered and bruised when you were together, which he had done multiple times before, you would end up sitting in his lap whilst cleaning off all the blood, reprimanding him for getting into fights again whilst trying to fight the incessant butterflies that flapped around so aggressively in your stomach. you were feeling those same butterflies now, too.

“well… we’re not, so you’ll have to settle for some water and a paper towel. maybe you’ll get a plaster if you can find one somewhere,” you scoffed, trying to act as nonchalant as he was.

“come on, princess, don’t be like that,” mattheo groaned, looking at you with a frustrated expression. you didn’t get why he was still calling you princess. he’d taken the pet name he loved using for you so much and turned it into a mocking insult. that hurt you, you had to admit, how he took something so precious and made it into a nickname only used for when he wanted to be rude.

you glanced over at him, meeting his eyes. those eyes. those perfect, dark eyes that, when in the sunlight, turned into a gorgeous, flowing blend of various chocolate shades that sparkled and told so many tales in such little space. you had to chastise yourself for thinking about him so fondly when you swore you disliked him so much.

“why are you doing this to me? acting as if everything’s just perfectly fine and like there isn’t so much shit between us?” you sighed, running your hands over your face out of pure annoyance. why was he acting like this? why were you okay with it?

“i know you. i know every single facial expression you make. every single word you say,” he muttered, studying your face rapidly, “and i know that half the smiles you show off when you’re with diggory are fake. he’s boring you, i can see that clear as day. at least when you were with me, it was fun.”

you shook your head at his words, a soft huff of disbelief forcing itself out of you. deep down inside of you, you know that everything he was saying was true, but you couldn’t admit that. cedric was your boyfriend, you loved him, didn’t you?

“stop it, mattheo,” you pleaded, looking up at the blood-drenched face of the boy you didn’t know whether you adored or despised.

“i was your first… everything, princess. you can’t just deny that what we had was special,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes as if he was getting annoyed again, his soft facade crumbling.

“what do you want me to do? apologise?” you breathed out in disbelief, looking at him as if he was insane, “if that’s what you want, then this is me standing in front of you and saying that i’m sorry for what happened that night, and it hurts my pride to say this, but i sometimes find myself wishing i could change my mind. is that what you want from me? i’m sick of these games.”

mattheo seemed to pause at your words, each syllable playing over and over in his head as he registered what you had just admitted. it was as if his entire body just glitched, every muscle coming to a standstill, though his eyes flicked back and forth as if he was reading the words from a book. it took a moment, but he eventually cracked a small smile, his head tilting.

“did you just reference a taylor swift song in your apology, love?”

[1dfanfictionbookcovers]

The Dead of July by whimsicule ( @whimsicule )

Being an Avenger means continuing to be Captain America and smiling and being honorable for the public and Harry does his best. But it doesn’t give him time to figure out who he is supposed to be once he takes off his uniform and puts the shield to the side. Just being Harry had always involved Louis, and Harry fears he doesn’t know how to exist without him.

or: Harry is Captain America, and Louis’ been dead for 70 years.

[dreamwithlost]

CAMINHE ATÉ A PORTA COMIGO

⊹ 1ª história no universo "I wish U walk with me"

Jaehyun x Reader

Gênero: Fluff, Exes to lovers (?)

W.C: 1.8K

ᏪNotas: E aqui começa a primeira oneshot no universo deste meu projetinho (Podem clicar no link lá em cima para saber mais), eu estava muito ansiosa e nervosa para escrever essa aqui, então espero que gostem desse ex casal, e seu segundo-primeiro (?) encontro no aquário 🙏 Boa leitura meus amores ❤️

Ok, você precisava se recompor, tipo, urgentemente, afinal, iria apenas sair com o YoonOh, certo? Não era como se fosse a primeira vez. Era apenas um encontro com o seu... Ex-namorado? Meu Deus, quem estava tentando enganar? Isso é muito estranho.

Você deu algumas batidinhas em seu rosto, encarando-se no espelho arredondado que havia no hall de entrada de sua residência, ajeitou uma última vez o seu vestido azul feito as nuvens, respirou fundo e caminhou até a porta, recebendo um Jaehyun de sorriso tímido com uma afeição semelhante, disfarçando completamente o seu surto de segundos atrás.

— Oi — Ele sussurrou, como se estivesse esperando que a qualquer momento o seu pai aparecesse para lhe examinar e dizer que não deveria trazer sua filha tarde do baile de inverno, por mais que esse evento já tenha se passado há um bom tempo, e além de você, a única coisa que ele encontraria em casa seria seu peixe beta, chamado... "Peixinho".

— O-oi — Você respondeu de forma travada e acabou rindo de si mesma, levando uma das mãos para o rosto.

Apesar de estar em completo desespero, você gostou da forma como aquilo desenterrou um sorriso divertido nos lábios do rapaz de madeixas escuras.

— Você está muito bonita — o Jeong elogiou após a quebra de gelo e estendeu a mão, você pode perceber que ela estava levemente trêmula, mas a segurou, aceitando a ajuda para descer o degrau de sua varandinha devido ao pequeno salto que utilizava.

— Obrigada, você também está — Retribuiu, permitindo-se vagar pelo visual de seu par, que estranhamente era tão azulado quanto o seu — Será que agora o cavalheiro pode me dizer onde está me levando?

A curiosidade de onde seria o encontro de vocês estava lhe matando, mas ao invés da resposta concreta que desejava, tudo que o moreno fez foi co��ar a nuca e dar um passo para frente, em direção ao carro.

— É segredo — Ele disse com um sorriso enquanto passava por você e cessou seus passos novamente, esperando que o acompanhasse.

Jaehyun — como seus amigos costumavam chamar, apesar de você preferir o YoonOh — e você haviam se conhecido no primeiro ano do ensino médio e, apesar de você não acreditar nessas coisas, olhando para trás agora, poderia facilmente dizer que o amou desde o primeiro instante que havia dirigido curtas palavras a ele. A interação que começou graças à sua amiga e ao namorado da mesma — que fazia parte do grupo de Jaehyun — Yuta, gerou um frio na barriga que ninguém havia lhe causado antes, e que, pouco tempo depois, terminou no mais confiante e sincero sim para um pedido de namoro que você poderia ter dado em sua vida. Tudo era incrível naquela época, cercados sempre por seu grupo de amigos e amigas que haviam formado, unindo a todos como em um filme clichê colegial americano — o que ironicamente também não era do seu gosto.

Entretanto a vida adulta sempre chega com uma carga muito pesada para todos, e as coisas entre você e o Jeong não haviam adentrado nessa fase com muita facilidade. A maioria das pessoas do grupo havia se mudado para lugares diferentes para ir atrás de seus sonhos — não havia tanta coisa para se fazer naquela cidade pequena que cresceram –, inclusive vocês, e devido à distância de suas faculdades e vida corriqueira, o término de seu romance no começo do segundo ano da faculdade chegou ao perceberem que os poucos momentos que tinham para se encontrar, eram muitas vezes mais rodeados por brigas e inseguranças do que aconchego e afeto. Você se lembra de quando decidiram, em conjunto, com aquilo, e principalmente da forma como aquele alívio de tantas desavenças, no fundo ainda doía. Por que, apesar das brigas, o seu coração ainda continuava a bater forte cada vez que via aquele rosto em alguma reunião do grupo de amigos que haviam feito?

Alguém lhe disse uma vez que isso poderia ter sido pelo fato de que ambos ainda continuavam se vendo com certa frequência por conta do ciclo social, e por isso, além de perder o seu namorado, também se afastou de seus amigos, se isolando para tentar lidar com o turbilhão de acontecimentos que sua vida estava tendo, principalmente com a pressão da faculdade de medicina.

Quando, depois de três anos, você decidiu ir ao encontro anual dos seus amigos no ano passado novamente, você se sentiu aliviada por perceber que mesmo com a distância, jamais poderia perdê-los, e notou como fora uma péssima escolha ter feito isso, afinal, seus amigos sempre estiveram ali para lhe apoiar, por que então, ao invés de deitar em seus colos, você foi embora?

Mas ao mesmo tempo, ao hipnotizar-se novamente com aqueles olhos brilhantes e sofisticados de Jaehyun, percebeu que não fora apenas suas amizades que não haviam mudado, e desejou no ano que vem — ou seja, neste — poder ir para aquela reunião ao lado dele, segurando sua mão.

Agora que ambos estavam formados, mais estabilizados em suas vidas e carreiras, aquela paixão ardente havia retornado mais forte do que nunca, e no início deste ano, após uma troca de mensagens incessantes, Jaehyun lhe chamou para um novo encontro, ou como ele mesmo havia dito:

"Você aceita ter um segundo-primeiro encontro comigo?"

— Meu Deus! — Você exclamou, não conseguindo se conter ao perceber onde ele havia lhe levado.

Seu corpo instintivamente se inclinou para frente, colando-se na janela do carro, e seus olhos observaram maravilhada o aquário da cidade.

— Um aquário? — Você questionou, virando-se novamente para o moreno, agitada feito uma criança.

— E onde mais poderia ser o nosso segundo-primeiro encontro? — Jaehyun indagou com um sorriso vitorioso, e desceu agilmente do carro, apressando-se para abrir a porta para você.

O primeiro encontro de vocês havia sido em um aquário consideravelmente perto da escola, em sua cidade natal, e agora, lá estavam vocês, repetindo aquilo, todavia na cidade em que ambos estavam morando atualmente. Era engraçado até mesmo o fato de que além do local semelhante, também era fevereiro, o mesmo mês!

Você sentiu suas bochechas esquentarem quando a porta foi aberta por Jaehyun, e se deu conta de que talvez tivesse se exaltado demais com aquele pequeno detalhe. Segurou em sua mão uma segunda vez naquele dia, e saiu do carro, sentindo a eletricidade do toque percorrer o seu corpo, como se fosse a primeira vez que o tocava em sua vida.

O resto da tarde foi melhor do que você imaginou, apesar de continuar boa parte embargada pela timidez e nervosismo, assim como seu parceiro, vez ou outra alguma explosão de sentimentos acontecia em seus peitos, causando gargalhadas e alguns puxões pela mão por você, para que Jaehyun observasse algum peixinho que estava passando extremamente perto do vidro. Quando isso acontecia, era como se vocês não tivessem passado um dia sequer afastados, como se nunca tivessem derramado nenhuma lágrima, e a chama de sua paixão jamais tivesse sido reduzida a cinzas, o que na verdade, de fato, nunca aconteceu; o amor que nutriam um pelo outro apenas repousou como brasas ainda quentes, que, com algumas sopradelas, renasceram em chamas, como uma fênix.

Quando retornaram para o carro, o céu já estava tomado pelo crepúsculo da chegada da noite, e uma conversa mais íntima havia se estabelecido, tendo sido dissipada a vergonha com o passar da tarde. Você gostava muito da companhia de Jaehyun, e os sorrisos ladinos que ele vez ou outra dava para si mesmo nos momentos de silêncio lhe faziam sentir que sua presença também era extremamente animadora.

— Chegamos — O Jeong murmurou ao estacionarem próxima a sua casa.

— Oh — Você exclamou, um pouco perdida e sem jeito.

Como deveria se despedir? Deveria convidá-lo para entrar? Deveria beijá-lo? Apertar sua mão? Você sentiu sua cabeça girar um pouco, assustada com tantas opções, ansiosa com o futuro, como normalmente ficava. Pensar no que fazer em um segundo-primeiro encontro era mais difícil do que na primeira vez, pois você já o conhecia, e conhecia a dor de perdê-lo.

E não gostaria de estragar tudo e perdê-lo novamente.

Mas todos os seus anseios e indagações logo sumiram quando um selar delicado foi depositado em sua bochecha por Jaehyun. Seu olhar lentamente buscou as gentis íris do rapaz, quase que em câmera lenta.

— Eu fiquei muito feliz por você ter aceitado o meu convite — Ele confessou, ainda inclinado para o lado, mais próximo de seu corpo.

— E eu fiquei feliz por você ter me convidado — Você respondeu com a mesma sinceridade.

Uma risada gostosa se evadiu de ambos, e quando o silêncio reinou novamente, um silêncio bom, confortante, foi impossível impedir que seu corpo também se inclinasse para frente, e selasse seus lábios nos de Jaehyun. Ali estava a mais simples resposta do que fazer; era apenas deixar o seu coração guiá-la.

Você observou Jaehyun retirar o cinto do carro que o prendia quando seus lábios se afastaram, e logo depois a mesma palma deslizar suavemente pela sua bochecha até sua nuca, brincando com suas madeixas ao mergulhar novamente em um beijo, dessa vez mais profundo. Você vagou pelo interior de sua boca, brincando com a língua do moreno, como um fogo recém-feito que possuía suas chamas fracas e a cada jato de ar crescia mais e mais. Você podia sentir seu corpo se incendiar por completo, e a temperatura do corpo de Jaehyun subir a cada toque que suas mãos davam em seu pescoço, ombros, peitoral...

E então, gentilmente, você finalizou aquele beijo, dando pequenos selinhos em seus lábios em meio aos arfares. Você encostou sua testa na de Jaehyun, e fechou seus olhos, apreciando o momento.

— Acho melhor irmos com calma — Você sussurrou para ele.

— Eu concordo — Você podia sentir o sorriso em seus lábios, apesar de não estar olhando — Nós temos todo o tempo do mundo.

Você abriu seus olhos, afastando-se do rapaz, guardando aquelas palavras em seu coração.

— Me acompanha até a porta?

O rapaz novamente saiu do veículo após concordar com a cabeça, indo até o seu lado para abrir a porta do carro. Você achava um pouco exagerada essa mania cavalheira dele às vezes, mas ao mesmo tempo, sempre se derretia quando o via do outro lado, estendendo a mão para ajudá-la.

Você segurou sua palma mais uma vez naquele dia, e porém agora demorou um pouco mais para soltá-la.

— Boa noite — Jaehyun verbalizou quando vocês pararam em frente a sua porta.

— Boa noite, YoonOh, obrigada por ter me trazido para casa — Você agradeceu, gostando de pronunciar aquele nome novamente, e depositou um beijo meigo em sua bochecha, entregando-se a aquela nostalgia de encontro de dois adolescentes.

Você observou Jaehyun se distanciar, caminhando da sua porta até o carro, e escorou-se no batente amadeirado da entrada, apesar de, segundos depois, se afastar quando o moreno virou-se para sua direção novamente, indicando com a mão para que você entrasse. Você riu com aquela ação preocupada e cafona, e fez o mesmo gesto para ele antes de finalmente entrar em sua casa.

Diferentemente do que esperava, seu coração, apesar de alegre, encontrava-se tranquilo, calmo, afinal, havia finalmente percebido:

Vocês possuíam todo o tempo do mundo.

[pascaloverx]

OUR SECRET — MYG

final chapter

Summary: You and Yoongi are having an affair. No, you are not being his lover. But the world is not ready to know that an idol is dating someone. So you two were doing your best to make sure no one found out. Until he breaks up with you. His mistake.

Author's note: It was a beautiful journey to write this fanfic. But unfortunately, it comes to an end in this chapter. I will miss all the readers of this fanfic, which was so precious to me. Thank you all, and until next time.

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"When life gives you lemons, make lemonade." Upon reflection, this philosophy could be right, but no one mentions that sometimes, just sometimes, life gives you lemons and you don't have the strength for anything else. It's been two months since your baby passed away. You're trying to move forward, but the path ahead seems so murky, as if there's nowhere to go. Since your daughter's passing, you and Yoongi have been trying to maintain a sense of peace, but it feels like a hollow peace. He works all day and only comes home late at night. You've returned to work as a book editor, doing some freelance work from home.

"How is this going to be?" You ask, with the laptop in your lap, as you stare at the corrections needed for the new book that some new author wants to publish at the publishing house where you work. Yoongi looks at you, bringing a plate of food that he's trying to learn to cook.

"What do you mean by that?" Yoongi speaks as he hands you a plate and takes another for himself. You look, trying to understand if he hasn't noticed that you've been treated like a child since your daughter died.

"I mean, husband, that I know you've been neglecting your concert schedule and what should have been your tour with the boys, because of me. It's noble of you, but you know that I can take care of myself, right?" You say, tasting the macaroni that Yoongi made. He's a good cook.

"Wife, I'm not just doing this for you. It's just that I didn't plan on working at this time. But believe me, I'm working on a new album." Yoongi says as he turns on the television to watch the sports channel. At least that's what you think he's watching.

"Even so, I may seem fragile, but I can be alone. I can even call you while you're away. I don't want you to neglect your life because of me. I'll be here when you come back, no matter where you're from." You say as you set your laptop on the table and sit close to him. You continue eating the macaroni he made. Eventually, both of you finish eating, and you decide to put some music on the television. He looks at you angrily for changing the channel from sports. Then you extend your hand to him, hoping he'll take it so you can dance. After some grumbling, he gets up and pulls you close by your waist.

"You know it's weird for us to dance like this, for no reason after dinner, right?" Yoongi asks, and you feel a bit awkward about saying that you're trying to be spontaneous. It's been a while since you and he have done anything cute together.

"Loving someone means doing senseless things with them, you know? And I think it's been a while since the last time we were romantically together. Our beginning was all secretive and full of passion. Then we had a dramatic breakup that resulted in a surprise pregnancy that left us both grieving for our daughter. We're married now, but I feel like we barely dated. Maybe now is the time for us to do cute, silly, and romantic things." You confide in Yoongi as you rest your head on his shoulder, and you both continue dancing slowly.

"I don't regret any of this, though. Our love story is confusing. Maybe even complicated. But at least I have you. And you have me. And I may not show it very well, but you are the most precious thing I have now. I love my fans, I love my group, but my love for you is greater than the success I have. I know it took a long time for me to say this to you, and I'm really sorry for not being the man you deserved, but I want to be now. Know that." Yoongi says, pulling his head back slightly, looking at you, and you immediately kiss him. A calm and peaceful kiss. Exactly how you want your love to be.

"You know… I could go on tour with you if you need me to. And I think in the future, we can consider expanding our love, but for now, it would be good to take some time to reconnect, you know." You say with your mouth still close to Yoongi's, who gives you a few pecks while seeming very lost in your lips to care much about what you're saying.

"I think this part of reconnecting is very important. Do you want to start now?" Yoongi says and kisses you. A deeper kiss, and extremely needy. Needy for you. You try to show that you feel so much I miss his kisses as much as he does. The truth is, you want Yoongi. You want to give a chance to a flame that has been extinguished for some time. Yoongi holds your face gently but firmly and intensifies the kiss. His hands roaming your body make you feel alive.

"Honey, I think we should take this reconnection to the bedroom, don't you think?" You speak as you move away from him a little and walk at a pace very slowly to your room. Your heart feels like it's going to escape through your mouth, because of your nervousness. But then Yoongi grabs your hand and spins you around.

"I love you." He says smiling slightly and kissing you. You know he loves you. And you feel the same way about him. You then pull him to bed and there you reconnect in the most beautiful way.

Your story continues to be a lesson for some time that not every love story happens in the same way. You loved each other and just when you were separating, you discovered that together you could be better. With Yoongi you faced grief. And with you, Yoongi matured. Fortunately, years later you adapted to married life and he was able to return to being a world-famous singer. You have a mature relationship filled with reconnections. Every year you go to the cemetery to take flowers for your daughter. It seems that sometimes finding a happy ending means going through many barriers. But you're trying to live your happily ever after with Yoongi.

[unknownunidentified101]

ONE HELL OF A GREETING

CHARACTERS ; Satoru Gojo x female ! reader

SUMMARY ; ex to lovers ! you thought you would never see him again but when you get drunk at a club, your friend only knows one person to call.

WARNING ; mentions of alcohol, swearing and suggestive

“ why the hell would you drag me out here” you grit your teeth to the brown haired girl. She gave you a sheepish smile in return

“ oh come on [y/n]! You have to lighten up, you look so…you know” Shoko whined back, staring at your appearance up and down.

Shoko was talking about your state after breaking up with her friend. It was a mutual decision… at least you thought it was. You couldn’t help but feel empty after breaking up with the white haired man named ‘Satoru’.

“ …plus. It will be fun! I promise” Shoko clung to your shoulder, her head resting on your shoulder

You give an annoyed sigh, rolling your eyes in exhaustion, “ one time. that’s it” you grumble, opening the glass doors to the club.

You were immediately blinded by the flashing lights

It was an eye sore moving around with Shoko who was a well known figure, greeting people she knew. You didn’t even know how you ended up here. Shoko was always one hell of an convincer.

You felt relieved when you saw a stool, you had to stumble to sit down so you could catch your breath as Shoko closely followed

“ one shot please” Shoko met the bartender who knew her too well. “ I’m guessing it’s the usual” the bartender smiled, preparing a drink in advance

“ two please” Shoko looked at you with a grin. “ Shoko you know I can’t drink” you reason, feeling light headed

“ oh come on! We are at a club! Hey I’m responsible for you, you can attack me in the morning” Shoko took the drink in her hands, sliding one cup to you

“ …I can’t believe you” you give a death glare to the ‘mindful’ woman. “ it’s time to live a little” Shoko gestured, swaying her eyebrows to you

You gave no response, rather it was obvious you were judging her with your eyes, “ …fine [y/n]. if you don’t want it I’ll-“

Without another word you took the glass on the table, gulping down the liquid immediately. You felt the after effects as the burning sensation filled your throat like a bush fire

Shoko smiled.

“ oh shit” Shoko murmured. It had been thirty minutes after you told her that you were taking a walk outside. Her miss calls piled up on your phone. What happened to you? Had you gone home? You would’ve picked up. Shoko mindlessly thought

Shoko bit her nails, thinking of what to do. She couldn’t think of any other solutions to find you without making you mad. There was only one idea in mind. Obviously she couldn’t drive you home after she found you so she had to call someone to do it.

Meanwhile aside Shoko’s worries, you sat at an empty playground.

You were swinging mindlessly, watching your feet dangle forward and back. You felt sick and you had enough of clubbing for tonight . You watched your phone screen light up with another Shoko message and miss call

You breath in and out, putting your phone on silent. “ what are you doing here?” You suddenly heard an all too familiar voice. Your head perks up as you see a figure towering over you

“ none of your business” you spat out, looking back down. “ ouch, that’s one hell of a greeting baby” Gojo kneeled down to look at your face. Your face contracts upon hearing an endearing term. It had been months since your break up and this was your first time seeing the man again.

“ what the hell are you doing here?” You got straight to the point, not wanting to have ‘small talk’. “ Shoko called me, said you were in trouble and I knew you would be here” Gojo explained to you. Looking at his appearance, he looked like he just left his house in a hurry .

“ right..Shoko should of went looking for me” you grumble at your friends choices, head leaning back lazily

“ woah there!” Gojo was quick to cup your head to prevent you from falling backwards on the swing. “ shouldn’t children be playing on these swings?” Gojo teased you as he guided you upwards.

“ oh shut up. I’m leaving” you had enough, not wanting to associate with Satoru- no. “Gojo” anymore.

“ you aren’t in a stable condition, let me drive you home.” Gojo followed you like a lost puppy as you slowly walked away. He had to resort to grabbing your hand after you wouldn’t stop

“ yeah? So are you!” you mumbled without thinking of the effects of your harsh tone. Gojo peered at you through his black glasses before having a defeated sigh

“ fine then you leave me no choice, I’m not letting you get kidnapped” Gojo easily lifted you upwards as if you were a sack of potato’s that he could throw over his shoulder

“ hey! That’s assault!” You started to whin, kicking and trying your attempts to punch the man. Gojo gave an airy laugh, “ you’ll thank me later.”

“ why are you doing this?” You watched Gojo take the keys to your house out of your very own pockets. “ because I’m doing Shoko a favour, she was practically begging me to take you home, she knew you were going to kill her if you didn’t get home safely” Gojo reasoned. It was a lie. He did it for you.

“ so much for friends” you gestured, looking into Gojo’s eyes. Maybe you were hallucinating but you saw a grey tint in Gojo’s under bags, it seemed worse from before but nothing was definite .

“ let’s get you to the bed” Gojo managed to open the door while dragging you inside

You felt slightly better after reaching your home. In fact you felt your home become warm again. It was always cold when you were in it so why did it feel like it was glowing of warmness again?

“ here we go” Gojo guided you to your room. Even after months he still remembered the layout of your house

“ hey.” You stopped Gojo from entering your room. Gojo perked his head to you as if he was all ears

“ thank you.” You quietly murmured. It was a blessing for Gojo to hear such words slip out your mouth. “ it’s fine” Gojo leaned down to observe your features. It was as if the tension had changed, he was staring into your eyes differently this time.

You tensed up, he looked as if he had the urge to say something but didn’t have the confidence to act upon it. You didn’t even know what came over you, maybe it was the influence of the alcohol running through your veins as you collided with Gojo’s lips

It was familiar feeling, it felt minty and refreshing like it always was. You couldn’t help yourself as you wrapped your arms around Gojo’s neck

He was just as aroused as you were. He was shocked that you would be all over him after insulting him to the core moments earlier

You continue to share your lips as Gojo manages to open the door behind you. He didn’t break contact, pressing his body against yours as you stumbled into your bedroom

You felt like whimpering against his lips. “ Satoru..” Your legs felt weak as you fell on the bed with him towering over you.

Gojo stopped after leaving you breathless. His eyes sparkled to you as he took off his glasses, taking a moment to take in the view

“ I cant do this..” he mumbles, his hand trailing off you. You felt like pouting when he parted from you.

“ talk to me in the morning , then I’ll give you that greeting you were looking for baby ” Gojo kissed your forehead.

You sprang out of your bed, the ringing sensation in your mind didn’t seem to go away as you hissed louder. You gawked around your room. How did you get here? All you remembered was that party?

You step out of bed, feeling curious as you looked around

You limped to your bedroom door, hands clutching the doorknob before you swag it wide open. You were met with ocean eyes which totally caught you off guard

You stumbled back as the man held some soup in his hands, “ what are you doing here..?” You manage to murmur.

Gojo perks his head at you, disappointed you didn’t remember the past events. “ who do you think took you home?” Gojo travelled past you, placing the hot soup on your desk

“ you took me home..?” You thought your ears were deceiving you. The last thing you wanted right now was this man driving you home

“ although you were relentless, I couldn’t let you sleep on the streets” Gojo stared at your frame that was stuck in place ( mostly because of shock)

“ did we…” you immediately looked down to see you were fully clothed, indicating your mind thought of other means

“ I mean you were all over me” Gojo mocked you, moving slightly closer to you. “ did you stay here? Where did you sleep?” You ask as many questions as you could

Gojo grumbled and massaged his neck from your scolding, “ relax I slept on the couch, not comfortable by the way” Gojo phrased with his fingers. It was a lie. He stayed by your side the whole night.

“ you have to go” you wrap up, walking to the man and trying your attempts to drag him out the room.

“ hey!? Making me leave so soon- I mean you were all over me yesterday-“, You rush to open the door to your house, yanking the giant man outside to meet with the harsh breezes.

“ this was a mistake.. I’m killing Shoko” you cursed under your breath, your hand slamming the door. Well that was your plan before a hand stopped the door from shutting in time

“ hey hey! Just- let me tell you something” Gojo walked into your house again. The nerve of this man…

“ what??!? What was so important?” You reached your limits, he was really good at pushing your buttons

“ I…can i stay for breakfast..?” Gojo shared an airy laugh. You stared into his pupils. His eye bags seemed more worse then before…

“ maybe you should go home and sleep..look at those eye bags” you tried your best to avoid any more interactions

“ I don’t want to…I wanna stay with you” Gojo grabbed your wrist. You had never seen him like this before. He seemed so… desperate.

“ Gojo- I’ve told you this many times” you wanted so badly to get out of the situation

Gojo frowns, “ my names Satoru” Gojo moved more closely to you. “ well- you know I’ve talked about this! This won’t work” you repeated for god knows how much

“ I know, we can’t be together because they might use you to get to me…but that’s stupid isn’t it?” Gojo chuckled to himself. You stared in utter bewilderment

“ you are also strong baby…please let me stay” Satoru grabbed your wrist, making your hand rest on his cheek

“ I can’t sleep…all I thought about was you…when I got that call from Shoko I sped to get to you” Satoru confessed his deeds to you. It was bittersweet to you.

You swallowed all your pride, the eyes were too hard to ignore. “ fine..you can stay for 5 minutes” you dead-planned. Satoru jolted his head up in excitement, “ 10 minutes?”

—-“ don’t make it 3 minutes”

“ yes ma’am! I figure that’s enough for our greeting”

—- “ what greeting!?!”

[forbiddenfrvt]

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thought you were an escape, now i can't escape your grasp | ex-boyfriend!Leon (modern au)

warnings: mentions of cheating and breakups (past and present), unknowing Leon + reader being an asshole, fingering w shifty praise and degradation(? not so much cuz Leon rlly likes you too much for that), AFAB reader/female anatomy, public lewdness, f perversion, messy.

word count: yet to be proofread, will update with count after so.

ps: I do not condone cheating or anything of sorts as written in my fics because they are simply just as is; fictitious. Please do not take to heart what I write, MDNI! block/scroll do not report.

author's notes: this might be heavily inspired of irl :"> I went to watch oppenheimer with my ex and he just came from the gym, needless to say it was something. (EXCEPT THE CHEATING! I AM SINGLE BTW, DW. NO CHEATING IN THIS HOUSEHOLD YALL!) (Linked a playlist at the top :3)

Exes should remain just as is; Exes.

Exes shouldn't be friends for that would create conflict.

Nor should exes go out together for a movie.

Yet you stood there facing the nearly crowded ticket booth, looking around for a familiar mop of dirty blond hair— the very same one you used to run your fingers across, enjoying how fluffed it gets.

It had almost been a year since the two of you split, vaguely remembering how the break up went down, all you could remember was going on a fit of jealousy, along with stress from school exams crashing down, and needed to run away from the emotional baggage which you considered relationship to be.

Leon had been trying to reach out since forever, and by forever meaning— a month after you completely cut contact with him and began dating other guys. All of which ended horribly anyway; ended by you, yet again. Always. You simply couldn't stay in a relationship for too long, that, you acknowledged.

Leaving whenever the connection felt shifty and their mistakes often made you fall dissatisfied and bored, and while you could technically make it work— why bother? They'll continuously disappoint you anyway.

Your current boyfriend is proving it so, with his not-so-boyfriend-like activities of constantly putting you in situations you don't feel comfortable of; despite your protests, with how he keeps linking up with girls you've already voiced your displeasure for— and his overall lack of social etiquette, embarrassing you wherever the two of you might go. Not that you care for it, it's not like you saw a future with him anyway.

You clicked your phone open as it dinged, notifying you of a message from none other than the guy you've long labeled the number as: [do not pick up.]

It was a surprise to you how calm you were about the whole ordeal; you didn't feel anxious about meeting up with him again. Sure, maybe a slight nervousness and making sure your outfit matched pleasingly, opting for a pink low-cut tank top with a matching sheer, flimsy cover-up. A pathetic one where it couldn't even cover the temple of your breasts. No, you totally did not care.

After accidentally accepting his follow request, he wasted no time and practically expressed how much he missed you. Voicing how hard it has been on him without you in his life, humourously coping along. As the messages between you and your boyfriend gradually shortened, exchanges between yours and Leon's went longer. Chemistry seemingly never faded between the two of you.

Of course, there was no flirting involved, in fact you two comfortably began cussing each other out in chats, not to the extreme— but almost just for playful banter. You both would share opinions and talked about your seperate experiences from watching Barbie, and how he cried in the movies after so. Reminding you to bring tissues when you went to watch Barbie, unaware how your boyfriend had already given you his handkerchief to wipe your tears away as he eyed you intently, amused that you cried for a film. He just doesn't get Barbie like Leon did— and that very night after the movie, Leon invited you to watch Oppenheimer together. Well, re-watched, as he already went to see it the day before.

All you could remember was giggling in guilt before agreeing to his plans; callously telling your boyfriend, [Goodnight, love you.] though text.

Bringing you here at this very moment, scanning the cinema for his figure, glancing left and right for your ex-boyfriend. It would've been easier if he wasn't already lining up for the queue but, well— what can the both of you do? Everyone's just as excited to watch both films.

Noticing his back from far away, you almost walked up, only to back away and hide into a corner— unsure if it really could be him; and so,

After you sent the message, you stared at the figure you had suspected to be him, waiting... and waiting till he checks his phone. And just as soon as he sees the message, Leon immediately turned around, sheepishly holding up an arm despite the numerous eyes confused at his random gesture. Searching for your eyes amidst all.

It was all you needed to see before confirming your guess, jogging up to stand beside him in the queue, smiling. “Long line, huh?”

Your eyes travelled along his familiar face, the boyish smile etched in the corner of his lips as he kept his gaze forward— eyeing you through his peripherals; his glasses making it harder for him however. You note this, or course;

He wears glasses now? Looks cute. Suits him.

“Yeah, they're taking too long—” He nods, shyly answering you, catching a whiff of your perfume, pink dusting his cheeks.

You catch this, nodding inwardly before you turned your head to the side, “How long has it been?” asking again, curious. “I've been standing here for about twenty-five.” His voice struggled to stifle a nervous laugh, fidgeting with the strap of his gym bag that sat right inbetween pecs.

Leon had informed you how he just came from the gym while he waited for you to finish getting ready, claiming that it was nearby the mall anyway. And to somehow prove this point across, he only changed his jeans but kept wearing the black compression shirt, tightly hugging his biceps— a soft smirk playing along your lips as you basked in his body, practically undressing his torso while he tried to focus on the movie trailers randomly playing along the TV screens of the ticket booth— memorizing half of the lines at this point, trying to ignore your burning gaze.

To which he drastically failed, handing you money while jibberishly making up an excuse to go to the bathroom, rushing away from you. With your eyes trailing behind him, a chortle escapes your lips as you notice how his cheeks reddened, being pushed up by his huge grin.

“...Fuck, he looks good.” You thought, trying to brush it off— not wanting to be having such thoughts about your ex, especially when you're (hardly) dating someone else already. Your fingers fiddle with the money, folding it in half in between your knuckles, glancing around the booth while patiently waiting for Leon to come back into your peripherals, curious why he had suddenly decided to use the restroom when he could've done it before you even arrived. Still, when nature calls. You simply have to answer.

A soft chuckle falls out of your mouth when he finally shows, a jump on his foot when he returns to your side, yet clearly displeased at how the line barely moved an inch. “Should we buy the late night tickets? I don't think we'd make it for the afternoon showing.” You chirp, eyeing the elongated monitor Infront of the queue, to which he flicked his watch— humming in response; “If you're fine with that... Sure. I don't think you should miss out on the intro.”

A part of you wishes he was watching it for the first time too, needing to see his raw reactions like you both used to; but another side of you was flattered by his decision to pay just to watch it again, with you, this time around. He was practically ready to throw money once again, all for you. And by all means! You weren't one to complain after all.

———

The two of you began giggling, and chuckling as you both placed bets on what movie whomever would be watching based on their outfits— people in pink for Barbie, leather jacket people for Mission Impossible, and well— random shirts for Oppenheimer. With him jokingly calling you weird for wearing pink on Oppenheimer and brown for Barbie. “Why even!?" His gummy smile beams, with you returning yours with a laugh. “Can't help it! ‘Love confusing people!"

“Well, that's true, you gotta keep them guessing your next move.”

You two were dorks together, even back then, just that now, it lacked any sort of physical contact— despite constantly brushing knuckles while you two walked side by side, fingers flicking up as if to try and entangle into the other's.

He kept the tickets in his bag, placing your umbrella in it, as to not have you lugging it around, knowing how forgetful you could be. You exchanged music, talked about concerts you failed to get into because the two of you were busy for the exams (quite literally around the time you two broke up), complimenting yet making fun of each other's chosen courses along the way.

He absolutely adored having you fill him in on ‘chisme’ he barely had anything to do with, reciprocating it with telling you drama over at his school. And being able to do it once again exhilarated the two of you; moreso him, but he wouldn't tell you of that.

“He has a girlfriend?!” “Why? Can't he?"

“No— it's not that! I'm just surprised— like— finally?!” You laughed, surprised.

Earning a chuckle from him; “I'm definitely telling you on Chris, you really doubted his charm, huh?”

You shook your head in disbelief, smacking his sides with the back of your palm as if to shove him away. “Oh hush!” Your groans of struggle didn't fall on deaf ears as he watched you battle with the lollipop wrapper, offering his help by taking it off your hands, “Here, let me.” he says, almost laughing. Taking jabs at each other as the candy proved to be unwilling.

“You can shoot a gun but not open a wrapper?” “You're one to talk!” laughter erupts from the two of you, back to back.

He watched as you softly sucked on the candy after successfully peeling the cover off, his breath hitching for a second prompting him to look elsewhere, mind lingering on the thoughts of your lips wrapped around and innocently sucking the sweetness of it, wondering how it'd be like to replace that spot in between your lips— Leon could swear he never felt envious of a lollipop until now. Mindlessly, you went closer to him, laughing as you both decided to go back up to the cinemas floor after buying snacks for the movie,

“We should take the elevator, I know your feet hurt by now.”

You suggested, for him to agree with a meek smile, “Whatever you want.”

The two of you stepped in, smiling at each other knowing how awkward you both felt around others during elevator rides, the unwritten rule of keeping silent inside made you both cackle inside. “It's just so weird!” You both agreed on that; eyeing each other and taking note of strangers' faces and scents— which usually ends badly for the both of you. Criticising a middle-aged man for wearing too much Axe like there was no tomorrow.

This time however, it was different, you could only stare at each other while stifling your laughter, both of you testing waters how far each of your inside jokes can go and what would be uncomfortable to speak of just yet— the two of you trying to be sensitive to each other's feelings and boundaries.

Your eyes travail his arms, up to his neck, staring at his eyes while you continuously sucked on the treat— failing to realize how suggestive you looked in his point of view. And all your ex-boyfriend could do was look up at the silver doors, praying a mantra on his mind to calm himself down. The comfortable silence between you two was enough for him to feel satisfied, he didn't wish to be greedy any longer. He had no right, after all.

He wishes he had.

As you reached the second floor, more people came in, forcing the two of you back in the east corner of the elevator cab, with your back pressed on the wall and him facing your side, making sure his duffle-bag didn't obstruct your movement and wearing it the opposite-side of you. There was barely anymore space for you to check your phone so you left it at your back pocket, ignoring the message notifications you received. Still, your mouth kept wrapping around the candy, with him trying to distract himself away from the noises your lips made— each pop, each suck, he could hear them all, giving him a pornographic thought to rush. He honestly wishes you'd stop it and bite the entire candy to quit tormenting his ears; but didn't want to make it obvious how much you provoked indecent thoughts to swarm his mind. It didn't help that his anxiousness made him think that the other people inside the cab could hear his thoughts. Read his mind. See how much he wanted to pull that stupid fucking lollipop out of your mouth and replace it with his throbbing cock instead, mouth-fuck you while everyone inside the elevator watched. A groan escaping his mouth as you fiddled with the hem that hugged his bicep, glancing back at you for a quick second as guilt washes over him; seeing how you simply were just curious about the fabric.

Leon hung his head back in shame and pleasure, enjoying your proximity to him while also feeling bad that even the most innocent of your touch and actions turns him into such a dog in heat. Warmth tightening around his boxers. You stared back at him, shooting him a snarky look, as if to ask; “'Fuck you looking at?” even though you were the one touching him without permission to. As if you knew you could do whatever you wanted and he'd be all the more welcoming of how much of a bitch you could get. He grinned, shaking his head “nothing.” before slumping his head into the cold walls of the ride— chanting "fuck." in the back of his mind. The doors then opened, making him smile in hopes that people would get off to create more space, but to his displeasure, a whole group of elderly came in, the smile in his face dropping ever-so-quickly; much more when he was forced to face you, pressing into your body as the seniors pushed inside. Forcing everyone else younger than them to adjust for their comfort. Which included you and him.

Your hands are raised in front of you, pathetically creating a barrier between your chest and Leon's albeit his pecs were more on your face than it is yours. “Fuck.” you heard him groan, as you bit your lip, awkwardly chuckling. “You okay?" You asked in concern, a nod following suit in response. Their movements only affected the two of you even more, annoyed yet at the very same time, flustered at how much your bodies were being squashed against one another. Without much choice, you both fell silent, waiting for time to pass by. His staggered breathing didn't go unnoticed by you, however, making you stare up at him with your eyes slanted, “Leon? Are you sure you're okay—?”

Your line of questioning got cut off as he pressed his lips against yours, mumbling a “...shut-up.” while he positioned himself to block your body from view. His leg entraps you between his thighs, slightly bending downwards to reach your lips.

“Lee— stop, what are you doing...?” you mumbled back, brows furrowed. What was he really doing?

Is he out of his mind?! Why would he kiss his ex-girlfriend in such a cramped place where people can easily see if they just look back!

You were met with silence as your breast engulfed his arm the moment another elderly decided to move around, pushing Leon's gym bag on his side, and forcing him to push back into you, his hands gripping just above your wrist as he tried to find some sliver of composure— unsure if he really should, and if he could continue. Looking at you apologetically for getting carried away.

Yet all this did was turn you on. The forced proximity between you two, the excitement of getting caught making out with your ex-boyfriend in such a high alert place, being with said ex without your boyfriend knowing, and, well— being cornered by such a tall and muscular man that you've long fantasized touching drove all of your senses out of the window.

The way he simply looked like he committed a grave sin against you made it all the more enjoyable.

Silently, you snaked your arms around the back of his nape, inching your head to bury it in the crook of his neck. His eyes followed your movements and shared an agreement, as if you both just understood what the other wanted to do. God knows how long you've waited to do this, ever since then, and more so now. You were more than happy to continue this, and to prove that you trailed kisses along his neck, just below his ear, earning a gentle groan from his lips, raising a brow as if to ask you if this was okay.

“ 's more than okay, Leon.” you whispered, planting a soft kiss at his jaw, smiling at the random stubble tickling your soft skin. Wondering what Leon would look like with a more prominent stubble, when he's older maybe. Your eyes darts to the front, checking the coast before hiding back into his chest, waiting for his next move; “Can you stay quiet f'me?” He mumbled against your skin, pleading. Your hips instinctively bucked towards his as you register his words, as if your body knew what he meant and wanted. Eager to indulge his desire.

In an instant, he found his arm in-between your thighs which you ever-so-sweetly parted as much as you could for his easier access, hand gripping the fat of your inner thigh. While it infuriated him that others could get to see those soft and sexy thighs of yours in that skirt, he had never been happier in your choice of clothing than now. Thanking the fashion heavens for convincing you ahead of time that wearing a skirt while going to the cinemas with your ex-boyfriend who clearly has yet to get over you; a good idea.

“God, s' fuckin' wet for me already babe?” He mumbled inaudibly against your skin, eyeing your cleavage down while he rubbed the pad of his middle finger along the hem of your slick damped lacy panties, chuckling to himself but just enough for you to hear his comment, “Starting to think you planned for this to happen, slut.”

You jolt at the sudden term, baffled at his choice of words, moreso because you've never heard him address you like so— hell, you've never done anything remotely intimate before. A small peck on the lips was all you two ever got during to the time you both dated.

“Fuck, why did we even break up...” He groaned, “Cuz you hung around Claire more than I would've liked?" You chuckled, “I told you, she's nothing but a friend... she's Chris' sister for godssakes...”

Maybe it was his pent up frustrations about your relationship, or how he saw this as the only chance to act on his fantasies about you. Blush dusting your cheeks as you bite down on your lip, holding off a moan as you promised.

“Can't believe I'm letting the guy who cheated on me with his so-called girl-bestfriend touch me like this.”

His fingers hastily snaked inside your underwear, fighting off the urge to grunt loudly as he felt the warm wetness that pooled within you, not wanting to alert anybody; not wanting this to end so quickly. “I didn't! I could never cheat on you, please... I would never, fuck.”

“Leon—” You whispered against his ear, stopping his ramblings with your voice honeyed as ever, making him addicted to even the slightest of your sighs. “Hurry.” He almost came at how needy you sounded, shaking his head hoping to compose himself, smirking at your command. Wasting no time, he curled a finger inside of you, slowly, wanting you to enjoy and feel up each joint, trying to help you fantasize about it to be his dick— all stuffed in you, exploring your insides.

You roll your eyes as you've finally felt the satisfaction of feeling him being inside you, albeit inferior by a point to what you normally would've imagined; exactly wishing the same thing as he was. His finger slowly dipped in and out in quick intervals, as if trying to loosen you up, his thumb resting above your clit, moving it in circular motions. At this point he wasn't even paying attention to the discomfort of his throbbing member still encaged within his jeans, too focused on making you feel good, wanting you to cum on his fingers alone, wanting nothing more than to please you. In a way, hopefully earn you back? Right, if he could make you feel good, you'd definitely want to keep him and take him back, right?

Your fingers slowly dug into his shirt, the friction of it all hurting Leon more, wishing he just took it off since the contact of your nail on his shirt pressing down on his skin was all too uncomfortable. “Mhm ‘h shit!” You groaned, a little bit of your saliva dripping to the corner of your lips, alarming Leon and a middle-aged lady on your right. Of course, being the quick-witted cutie you were— simply smiled at her direction; playing it off. “I think I cut myself, can you move your bag?" You asked Leon, faking a pout; which he quickly followed along, laughing inwardly. “Ah— yeah— shoot, sorry! I think I- yeah, sorry.” He used his free hand to move the bag, covering your thighs further, while he continued his ministrations. Finger-fucking you harshly now as he slid another digit, simultaneously pumping two fingers in you while his thumb toyed your clit, loving how swollen it had become.

As soon as everyone else looked away and focused on their business, you started leaning into Leon's chest, your breathing eventually became laboured— wanting Leon to feel a sense of understanding just how much he makes you feel right now; and as so, you began palming his crotch through the dark-washed denim jeans, rubbing him the same pace he was doing to you. “Princess, no.” He stops you, knowing he'll make a mess if you touch him more.

“I want to touch you, Lee.” You whined, kissing his sculpted yet soft chin, brows furrowed while you inch your knees up, needing him to get his fingers deeper in you which he did, following up your body— pressing himself against you. “Please, let me touch you,” more pleas for reciprocating his motions fell from your mouth, more eager to touch him than he was.

Fuck. Leon could only curse in his mind, you looked so adorable, sexy, and beautiful all at the same time with how you pleaded for his own pleasure, loving how you reciprocated his want for you, how much you wanted to return the favour, but as much as he wanted to— he couldn't let you, not if you both want to leave the lift without judgemental stares, that is. Leon shook his head ‘no’, chuckling, “It's okay baby, this is about you.” He was fully committed to giving you what he could at the very moment, and more if time allows him. “Let's focus on you.”

Your smile deforms into an "o" as he dragged his index finger, going from your clit down back to your entrance, pulling in just the tip of his finger before pulling out again, teasing you while he pretended like it was his cock diving into you. “Look at the mess you're making at the floor, babe.” He ushered, retracting his hand from you almost abruptly you could've sworn even the gods heard the squelch your pussy let out. “That'a dirty girl.”

Embarrassment boiled in your stomach, along with a knot forming, you were so close, too close and he stops mid-second, making you ache for continuance.

It didn't help how he was far better than your no-name boyfriend back at the small town you went to school for, sure, you crushed and pined on that boy too but, he disappointed you in bed so quickly, God forbid how redundant his movements were whenever he fingered you, unable to make you cum like you thought he would; what was the point of leaving your other ex-boyfriend for him if he was a no-better fuck? You don't even remember the last orgasm you've had, and it was only ever your fingers doing the job with some porno flick playing on your phone. An erotica here and there. You could've sworn you'd stay single instead and fuck yourself. But God did Leon surprise you. Your previous boyfriends (well, except for him) couldn't dare compare.

“Leon, stop it...!” You whisper-yelled, furrowing your brows, daring not to look down for you could already feel how much of your slick had dripped down, “For someone who cares so much about janitors, you're really out here making their jobs harder; huh?” He joked against your ear, not even hiding how proud he was with that cheeky boyish grin on his face, probing his fingers back inside you as he followed the rhythm with how he bucked his hips into yours. Loving how dumbfounded you had become under his touch. He wanted to flick his phone right there and then, to record you; ah maybe next time, if you allow it.

You leaned against the walls of the elevator, the cold surface kissing your blood-heated skin. He rocks his fingers faster, in awe of how fucked-out you already look, with how you lolled your lips like that, which he took advantage of and kissed, sucking on your strawberry cream tasting tongue. Your eyes rolling back as you fail to care if anybody has noticed anymore, whining against Leon's request.

And he doesn't seem fazed, pumping his fingers inside you with more fervour. Grinning from ear to ear at the development of your relationship. God, he wished he had done this sooner, maybe more often, maybe if you realized he can be good for you, you wouldn't have broken up with him— this time he'll prove just that. And you'll make sure of it too, right?

You tapped on his shoulder, eyeing him and shooting him a signal ‘I'm about to cum,’ your eyes shutting close as you ride out your high, griding against his hand, desperate for release; which he gladly obliged to, using his thumb to drum at your clit, pressing his palms closer to your crotch so you could grind on it further while he vibrated his fingers inside you, flicking it back and forth inside, reaching for that one specific area, the spongy spot he had discovered just earlier, “Gonna come for me, pretty?” He asks, eyes soft, “Cum for me, go on, cum. I wanna feel you all over my hands...” His whispers turned into a mantra, saying it over and over again like a string of Hail-Marys, urging you to release. And exactly that— you did. Biting your lip as you brought his free hand over your mouth, using him to muffle the moaning mess you've started to become. Each whine and huff.

He felt the warm liquid drip down into his fingers, his hand, as it makes its way to the floors, laughing in a twisted sort of humour, feeling awful for the person who'll clean it up but was also glad someone will gawk upon the mess he helped you make. Happy to have participated in ruining someone else's day.

Leon then took his hand away from your pussy, dragging it ever so slowly before wiping some of the slick in your lips, “C'mon taste yourself f'me?” He smiles, prompting you to open your mouth and do as told, it's only fair you do so, right? You slightly grimace at the thought that you'd accidentally meet eyes with someone while you sucked on his fingers, licking it off your juices, so you figured closing your eyes was your best bet at avoiding the awkwardness; rather than telling Leon, 'no.'

“Atta girl,” Once he felt like it was clean enough, he pressed his thumb over your throat, putting just enough pressure to force your mouth to open for air, itching a cough— which he then slid a kiss into, tasting your cum-ridden tongue with a satisfied grin, letting you go as he heard the elevator ding, helping you fix your panties and skirt as you both arrived at the destined floor to the cinemas. Waiting patiently for your turn to get out, he plants a softer kiss against your forehead. “We're gonna focus on the film, right?" He cheekily smiled, blushing a tad while you rolled your eyes, feigning annoyance with your hand smacking across his bicep, walking hand in hand towards the cinema room indicated on your tickets; “Ugh, shut up. Yes.”

You were so breaking up with your boyfriend after this.

[ivoryrebellionmess]

heyyy so i’ve been fixating on ex husband!eddie lately and id love some recommendations of fics here or on Ao3 <3

and honestly if the fic is well written i am down for it even if it’s another character, i LOVE ex to something (whatever) trope

tysmmm

[solarhysm]

DUST OF US - 02

> synopsis: 7 years ago Y/N broke Jungkook’s heart when she decided to end their relationship without an explanation. When they meet again at a friend's wedding, after almost a decade, Jungkook needs answers to move on.

> pairing: Jungkook x reader

> genre: romance, ex to lovers au

> warnings: explicit languages, violence, smut, cheating, nsfw, angst, +18 minors dni !!

> word count: 3.2k

*french writer, i apologize in advance for my awful english!

You lift your eyes to him. Your conversation had already been weird, but you hadn’t expected him to drop a bomb like that. What are you supposed to reply to that? Instead, you stare at him, not knowing what to say or what to do. He seems like he’s waiting for an answer, but you don’t have any for him.

“I’m sorry,” is all that came out of your mouth.

“For what?” he asks as you take a deep breath, looking at the floor and nervously chewing your bottom lip.

“For wasting four years of your life.” You raise your shoulders before waiting for a reaction from him. But instead, he starts to chuckle, shaking his head.

“Is that what you think of us? That our…” He pinches his lips, searching for an alternative to ’love' “our relationship was a waste?”

“I don’t know. We were kids,” you reply, as his eyes seem to burn the side of your face before you see him take a few steps back.

Do you think your relationship was a waste? No. He was your first love. You experienced all your first times with him. First date, first time, first heartbreak. Jungkook sighs, shaking his head.

“I loved you,” is all that could slip from his lips as your eyes finally met his.

 “I loved you too,” you whisper, feeling your throat clenching. And your words seem to comfort him a little. He needed to hear it. Even if you had told him multiple times back then.

“I…I’m going to be around more often.” He informs you, with one hand in his pocket and the other pulling the beer to his lips. “I don’t want us to be like all those exes who hate each other. Can we be friends?”

You never thought you would hear him say that one day. But you’re relieved. Between you, Jungkook was always the most mature.

“Do you think we can be friends?” You ask, arching a brow as he chuckles, raising his shoulders.

“We both moved on.” The tattooed man tilts his head.

“You literally just asked me to give you the reason for our breakup from 7 years ago." You roll your eyes, but he simply smiles.

“I’m curious.” He takes a step closer. “I just want to understand where I did it wrong for you to leave me without an explanation. Was it because of my snoring?” He jokes to lighten the mood, and you give him an amused look.

“I used to fall asleep to your snoring,” you retort with a slight smile.

“You’re the first girl— woman who’s not bothered about it.” he chuckles, shrugs, and sits on the grass. You imitate him, leaning against the wall next to him.

People can be annoyed by the snoring, but you have always liked his. The first week after your breakup, you didn’t sleep well with the silence surrounding you. Seven years later, you still leave the TV on at night.

“So… friends?” He asks, tilting his head in your direction. You hesitate for a few seconds before taking the hand he is offering and giving it a squeeze.

“Friends.”

 “How’s your work?” It must be stressful to have so many responsibilities as a shop owner.” Jungkook tries to start a conversation, and you know you need to keep it going since he took the first step.

“I’m…grateful. I worked hard to do what I love.” You reply, pushing your dress down as you try to find a comfortable position without showing your private parts to the few guests around. Jungkook noticed, and he took off his jacket to cover your legs, even though you tried to refuse. That’s just how he was—genuinely kind without ulterior motives, “Thanks,” you mumble. “What about you?”

“I fixed some computers for grannies,” he nods, both of you laughing softly. “I applied for a job at the government, but self-employment is quite tempting. I'm not suited for a 9-5 job.”

"You were never built for that," you shake your head. Taking a sip of your champagne, you grimace, and leave the bottle between the two of you

“Tell me about it.” He laughs, finishing his beer. “I need to settle down properly before thinking of working for myself.”

“Where are you staying at the moment?”

 “Jimin’s.” He raises his shoulders. “I do jobs here and there, as I said. But my degrees are not just for decoration. I’d better find a good use for it.”

“I can’t believe you really found studies to be a hacker,” you laugh as he looks at you, amused.

“I’m a pentester,” he corrects you, earning eye rolls from you.  

“You’re hacking people to see if their security works. That’s the same.”

“Except, I do it legally.” He teases, lifting his finger.

“Right. That changes everything.” You add sarcastically, not feeling his admiring eyes on you. “At least you do your dream job.”

“I do.”

“We should go back to the party,” you suggest sighing and getting up as Jungkook hums, mirroring you. You hand him back his jacket, saying, “Thanks for that,” and he nods.

“No need to thank me,” he replies, pulling it back on his shoulders as you two walk to the door. “Hey. Do you offer a discount for new friends?”

You raise an eyebrow at his words, your eyes falling on his inked forearm.

“What do you have in mind?”

“Just some filling and a few colorings,” he explains, showing you the blank space between his tattoos. “My old tattoo artist sucked. I’m looking for a new one.”

Some part of you knew he was just making excuses, as his tattoos were perfectly fine. They need a few fillings, as he said, but otherwise, they look great.

“I double the price for the exes, actually.” You retort, and he laughs.

“Damn, Nabi, who hurts you?” He jokes, and you roll your eyes before freezing at the nickname. A few of your friends call you Nabi. The ones who are close. Hearing it from him makes your stomach almost drop. He doesn’t seem to see it. And it was for the better.

“Ask Jimin for the shop’s address. I’ll see what I can do for you.” You mumble, and he nods, pulling down his sleeves. “I need to go back to the bride. You know how dramatic Hyesun can be. She’ll think I abandoned her.”

“Right. Thanks, Y/N. I really... enjoyed our conversation.” He says sincerely, earning a slight smile from you.

“Me too. See you around... friend.” You wave at him before walking back to your friend group.

You sit next to Hyesun at Namjoon’s coffee shop. They were back from their honeymoon a few days ago, Hwan and you wanted to know everything about it. They went to Jeju and spent a whole week lovey-dovey.

“So, the next step is kids?” Hwan asks, crossing her legs as Hyesun almost choked on her iced coffee.

 “Damn, Hwan, do you really think that marriage and kids are linked or what?” Hyesun groans. She gives a look to her husband, who’s behind his counter, offering his best smile to a client before catching her eyes and blowing her a kiss. “No, maybe after my thirties, but we want to enjoy each other as much as we can.”

“In other terms, they want to fuck on the kitchen’s counter like animals for as long as possible,” You muse, as she smirks and slaps your shoulder.

“Don’t laugh too much, miss, you still have some explanation to do.” Hyesun scolds you as you frown a little.

“About what?”

“About what?” Hyesun repeats. “Maybe how you disappeared with your ex in the middle of my wedding reception and came back with him, giggling and heart eyed.

You roll your eyes and take a sip of your black coffee.

“That’s pretty exaggerated.” You sigh as Hwan looks at the both of you, lost. Hwan joined your friends' group three years ago. She doesn’t know anything about your story with Jungkook. And Hyesun smirks, pulling her chair closer to your mutual friend.

“I don’t understand,” Hwan chuckles.

“Yeah, you weren’t there, but that lady here was in a long-term relationship a few years ago." Hyesun muses as you lean back in your chair, shaking your head. “She was supposed to be the one getting married before any of us.”

“Y/N?” Hwan frowns, not believing Hyesun.

“Yeah, Y/N.” Hyesun nods, “Hard to believe, right?”

“Yeah. I have never seen her with anyone since I have known her.” Your red-haired friend laughs as you scrunch your nose, amused.

“Can you focus on your marriage instead of talking about old stories?” You arch a brow, giving her a look.

“No, no, I want to know.” Hwan shushed you, shaking her hand in front of my face. “What happened? Why are they not together anymore?”

 “Y/N is a self-sabotaging type of person.” Hyesun grimaces, “Jungkook was ready to offer her the moon if she asked for it.”

“Gosh…” You sigh, but your two friends interrupt you as you continue to sip your coffee.

“They have been dating since high school. How old were you when he asked you to be his girlfriend?” Hyesun turns to you as you wet your lips.

“Seventeen.”

“Right. They were like the couple goal back then.” Your best friend continues, while Hwan is listening attentively. “Jungkook always shouted out to the world that he was going to spend his life with her.”

“We were kids.”

“Shut up,” Hyesun says, stopping you as you chuckled. “Everyone knew from the moment you two started spending time together that you were meant to be.”

“Then why did you break up with him?” Hwan frowns. “You fell out of love?”

You take a deep breath and shrug. “No.” Was all you could reply, chewing the inside of your cheek, “I loved him when I ended things,” you add as both of your friends wait for your next words. “Oh my god... I broke up with him because he was about to leave for Japan, and I couldn’t follow him. Our relationship ended there. That’s it.”

 “Japan is just two hours away from here. Jungkook would have made it work, and you know that.” Hyesun gives you a deadpan stare.

“He was going to be there for 5-6 years.” You retort, frowning. “What was I supposed to do? Wait for him here? What if our relationship couldn’t make it through the long distance? What if he started seeing someone there and I was unaware of it?”

“You and I both know that the Jungkook from that time would rather cut his dick off than cheat on you.” Hyesun defends Jungkook as you roll your eyes. “He’ll most likely cheat on his new girlfriend with you, rather than cheating on you with others.”

“You’re so stupid sometimes, Y/N.” Hwan shakes her head as you cover your face in embarrassment. “Now we’ll never know because you’re a scary little thing who’s too afraid to take a risk for her own comfort.”

“Are you really teaming up against me?” You chuckle, crossing your arms under your chest. You weren’t surprised by how harsh they can be. It’s how your friendship with these girls works. At least you know they’re genuine and not sugarcoating everything.

“I’m sorry, but have you seen that guy? I wouldn’t give up on him, even if he was a huge dickhead.” Hwan adds, and Hyesun nods behind her shoulder. “Shit.. I wanted to ask for his number, but since you have a too huge connection with him, I’ll just… watch him… from afar.”

“You still can, he’s single,” You raise an eyebrow, her face contorting into a grimace.

“Y/N, sweetie,” Hwan shakes her head, “He’s not a two-week boyfriend of yours. He was the love of your life. So, thank you, but no thank you.” She adds before Hyesun offers her a high-five.

“Anyway, you won’t dodge the question. What happened between you two at the wedding?” Hyesun tilts her head to you, pulling the straw between her lips in a sassy way.

“What do you think happened?” You chuckle, rolling your eyes.

“Something passionate, maybe a little make out session with wandering hands.” Hyesun raises her shoulders. You burst out laughing and shake your head.

“We simply talked.” You shatter their dreams as the two girls whine. “He asked me to be friends. I said yes.”

They both exchange a look before sipping their drinks silently as you frown. You hate it when they do that.

“What?” You groan, straightening up in your chair, and exclaim, “What?!”

 Hyesun starts by saying “Y/N…” as Hwan giggles.

“Sweetheart, I’ll hold your hand when I say it,” Hwan adds, taking your hand dramatically, covering it with her other hand as she rubs it softly. “No ex stays ‘friends’. Either neither of you has moved on, or one of you is lying about their feelings.”

“Or none of them have loved each other.” Hyesun nods in agreement with Hwan, saying, “But we both know that… well, you both were crazy about each other.”

“So, do you still have feelings for him?”

“What?” You frown, taking your hand off Hwan’s when she asks you that question. “You’re both ridiculous. I don’t have feelings for him anymore. We were friends before we got into a relationship, you know that?”

“That’s not the same,” Hwan says, rolling her eyes.

“Yeah, you didn’t taste his dick the first time you two were friends.” Hyesun muses as you groan, pressing your forehead on the table dramatically.

“You know what? Fuck you. Both of you.” You sigh, shaking your head as they both laugh. “I’m sure he only asked me to be his friend to be polite anyway; I haven’t had news from him since the wedding.”

 “Because you’re waiting for his news?” Hwan hums playfully.

“What- No! He wanted me to see what I could do for his tattoos—” you continue but they both give you an amused look. “Alright, shut up. I’m done talking about that.”

You were distracted by your thoughts while cleaning the room after your last client. After a six-hour-long work session, your back aches and your fingers are numb from the tattoo machine's constant buzz. But at least your client left happy with her new thigh tattoo. Spraying some disinfectant on the table, you start to wipe it meticulously.

“Sorry, sir, we’re closing,” you hear Baekhyun’s voice after the front door opened. “You can come back tomorrow; we’re opening at 9.”

“That’s okay, I’m not here to get tattooed,” The other masculine voice says as you straight up, leaving everything on the table and walking to the counter for a better view. "Is Y/N here?”

“It’s okay, Baekhyun, I’ll take care of it,” You add walking past your employee as he nods, “Finish the cleaning in the back.”

Baekhyun frowns, his eyes never leaving your face while you’re taking off your gloves and join Jungkook. He wears a casual, all-black attire, as always, with his whole sleeve tattoo on display and a beanie on his head, from which a few strands of hair fell to his neck.

“Hi,” he offers you a half smile.

“It’s late,” you reply, tilting your head as he chuckles and scratches the back of his head, his arm muscles flexing. Your eyes can’t help but follow the movement.

“The grannies computers,” he jokes, earning a smile from you while Baekhyun frown, noticing the sudden softness in your demeanor.

 Jungkook’s eyes switch from Baekhyun to you a few times as you turn to the other tattoo artist who didn’t move a bit.

“Baek?” You shake your head, as if waiting for him to give you the privacy you asked.

“Oh, yeah, right.” He mumbles, giving Jungkook a last look before going into the room behind the counter, saying, “I’ll be here, if you need me.”

You roll your eyes and step closer to Jungkook, leaning your hip against the counter. “Are the grannies happy?” You ask as he offers you a shy smile and nods.

“A lot.” He confirms, before looking around the tattoo shop. “You decorated it nicely.”

“Thanks. Did you come alone?”

“Hm.”

An awkward silence fills the room before you chuckle, shaking your head.

“So, what can I do for you, Mr. Jeon?” You try to ease the tension by making a gesture with your hand, indicating his body.

“Huh? Oh right. I, uh, the fillings,” He explains clumsily, pulling up his sleeve to show you his entire arm, and you’re surprised at how his tattoos just…make him look hotter.

You step closer again and ask him with a look if you can touch. He slightly nods. Your fingers wrap around his forearm as you twist it to see all the ink on it, spotting every little blank space between his bigger tattoos.

“Your previous tattoo artist was great,” You mumble, too focused to notice his gaze tracing every feature of your face. “That’s not the same… work?” You frown at the way that some designs are rawer.

“The first one did some shitty stuff on my arm,” He whispers, his breath closer to your skin than you thought. You freeze, turning your face and immediately pulling back slightly when your noses almost brush. “The second made up pretty well. But you know what they say? The third time is a charm.”

Your eyes meet his, your fingers still wrapped around his arm as you take a deep breath, trying not to be too obvious about how nervous he’s making you.

“Well, not to be arrogant, but that’s the case,” You reply, and his lips curve into a side smile. “What do you have in mind for the filling?”

“You’re the pro here, I’ll let you decide,” Jungkook declares, your eyes falling back on his arm as you trail your fingers over the empty spaces, earning a shiver from him.

 “Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright,” You lick your lips, “I’ll need to take pictures of your arm to draw what I’ll do…” you add as your eyes fall on the moth on the inside of his arm, darker than the rest of his tattoos, right where the biceps muscle starts.

“Are you free on Saturday?” He asks with a softer voice, tilting his head to catch your eyes.

“I can take the pictures now,” You chuckle nervously.

“For dinner, I mean.” He clarifies as you look at him.

“A date?” You blink, unsure.

“A friendly date,” He corrects you, wetting his lips, as you take a few steps back, bumping your back against the counter, feeling stupid, but he didn’t move. “So?”

Of course, a friendly date. A simple dinner between two adults… two friends.

“Saturday,” You repeat, then nod.

“Saturday,” He lets out a soft chuckle, clearly pleased to see you so flustered. “You can say no tho.”

“No- I mean, yes, a dinner, Saturday.” You shake your head, frowning and catching your phone to take pictures of his arm as he laughs, “When you’re done making fun of me, let me know so I can work properly.” You groan, your camera app open while he smirks, showing off his tattoos for you to snap.

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[insidekatmind]

Trapped in Tenerife~Nicholas Chavez

Wearing: +18,smut, angst and sweet.

Request: yes!

The air in the room is dense, almost suffocating, even though the balcony door is wide open. The sound of ocean waves mixes with the rapid beating of your heart. You've just stepped into the hotel room, suitcase still clutched in your hand, when you see him. Nicholas is there, standing next to the bed, wearing the same incredulous expression you must have.

You freeze in the doorway, unable to move. You're sure the travel agent said the reservation was in your name only. But clearly, something has gone wrong.

He runs a hand through his dark hair, sighing. “Tell me this is a joke.”

His voice is the same as always, and for a moment, it pierces your chest. Six months. Six months without hearing from him, without seeing him, trying to put yourself back together. And now, here he is, in the same room you both booked before everything fell apart.

You force yourself to stay composed. “I thought the reservation was only for me.”

“So did I.” His jaw tightens. “Apparently not.”

You drop your suitcase by the door and cross your arms. He's dressed casually—jeans, a tight black t-shirt that highlights his toned physique. The Nicholas you knew always dressed well, but this rougher look makes him even more dangerous. More attractive, though you don’t want to admit it.

“Look, let’s handle this like adults,” he says, stepping forward. “I’ll call the front desk and get another room.”

You nod because it’s the only logical thing to do. But then you watch as he picks up the phone, scrolls through the screen, and then lets it drop onto the bed with a curse.

“Tell me there's no issue.”

“They’re fully booked.” His voice is tense.

Your skin chills despite the island heat. “What do you mean, ‘fully booked’?”

“It means we’re stuck here. Together.”

The tension between you is thick enough to cut with a knife. You step away from the bed and head toward the balcony, gasping for air. The wind tousles your hair, but it’s not enough to shake off the claustrophobia creeping up your spine.

“We can divide the space,” you say without turning around. “I’ll take the bed, you sleep on the couch.”

“Not a chance. I paid for this too.”

You spin around, glaring at him. “And so did I.”

He holds your gaze for a long moment before shaking his head with a sarcastic smirk. “You’re still the same. Stubborn to the end.”

His bitter laugh hits you harder than any insult. Because yes, you are still the same. The same person who, six months ago, watched your relationship crumble under the weight of arguments, misunderstandings, and suffocating silences.

The Fire Beneath the Ashes

Time passes, but the tension doesn’t fade. Nicholas lies on the bed, one arm behind his head, while you stubbornly sit on the couch, scrolling through your phone without really looking.

“You know what’s funny?” he suddenly says.

You sigh. “Enlighten me.”

“We swore this trip would be our fresh start.”

You stiffen. Yes. That was the plan. A getaway to rediscover each other, to put the pieces back together. But it was already too late.

“It was supposed to be different,” you whisper, more to yourself than to him.

Nicholas props himself up on one elbow. “And it would’ve been if you hadn’t given up.”

His accusation strikes you like a dagger. You stare at him, and in his eyes, you see the reflection of all the pain you tried to forget. “Me?” you echo, incredulous. “You pushed me away. You shut me out.”

He gets up in one fluid motion, stepping too close. “That’s not true.”

His scent envelops you, and for a moment, everything rushes back—the nights spent laughing, hands intertwined under the covers, whispered promises in the dark. But those moments were washed away by reality.

You take a step back, but your shoulders hit the wall. Nicholas is right in front of you, his dark eyes locking onto yours. “Tell me you feel nothing,” he murmurs.

The words catch in your throat.

Then, suddenly, he steps away. He takes a deep breath and sits back on the bed, running a hand through his hair.

“We just need to survive this night,” he says, not looking at you.

You turn back toward the couch, your heart pounding, knowing you won’t sleep at all. Because the problem isn’t the room. It’s not the hotel.

It’s the fact that, despite everything, Nicholas Chavez is still inside you.

And you don’t know how to get him out.

Night comes and you both were lying on the bed. It was hot so he was shirtless and you were wearing short pajama shorts and a bra.Nicholas lies on his back, the cotton sheets barely covering his body. The air conditioning hums, trying to keep the room cool, but it's not enough.

He glances over at you, the tension between you palpable. His gaze roams over your bare legs, the curve of your back, and he has to resist the urge to reach out. Instead, he closes his eyes, trying to focus on the sound of the waves outside.You shift slightly, drawing his attention. Your legs brush against his for a brief moment, and he feels an electric jolt travel through his body. He swallows, trying to shake off the sensation, but it lingers.

Then he rolls onto his side, facing you. His eyes follow the lines of your body, tracing the curves of your hips, the slope of your back. You feel his gaze and shiver involuntarily.

He sees your reaction and his heart aches. He remembers the moments when his touch had the same effect on you, when you would melt under his touch.

He reaches out tentatively, his fingers just skimming the bare flesh of your hip. Your skin is soft and warm, the touch sending a shiver of desire through him.You hesitate for a moment, the ghost of his touch on your skin. You want to move away, to break the contact, but something holds you in place.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, but it's pointless. You know it. He knows it. Neither one of you can deny the chemistry that still simmers between you.

You leaned into his touch and sighed. Your sigh catches him off guard, and he feels his heart speed up. He had expected you to pull away, to push him back. But instead, you lean into him. Your body is so close that he can almost feel the beat of your heart.His fingers gently trail upwards, tracing the outline of your ribs, feeling the way your breathing quickens in response.

He tries to keep himself under control, but the more he feels of you, the harder it gets. He wants to pull you closer, to drown in the feel of you, to forget everything that has happened.

He presses his palm against your stomach, feeling the muscles clenching in response. You’re so close, he can almost feel the heat radiating off your body.“Nik” You whispered using his nickname.

A shiver ran down his spine as you whisper his name. It sounds different on your lips softer, more intimate. He leans in slightly, his heart pounding in his chest.His hand slides up your side, his touch leaving a trail of fire on your skin. “Yeah?” he responds, his voice low and gravelly.

“I missed you,” you whispered. Your confession hits his like a punch to the gut. He closes his eyes, wrestling with the emotions surging through him. For six months, he’d denied how much he missed you, the sound of your laugh, the way you fit so perfectly against him, the way you knew him better than anyone else.His hand moves to your hip, gripping it tightly. “I missed you too,” he rasped.

You turned to look at him and hugged him. He wraps his arms around you instinctively, pulling you against him. Your body presses against his chest, and he buries his face in your hair, inhaling deeply.

The familiar scent of you floods his senses, bringing back a rush of memories. He holds you tighter, not wanting to let go."I never stopped thinking about you," he murmurs.

You cling to him, feeling the strength and warmth of his body. It feels wrong and right at the same time.

His hands run over your back, tracing patterns on your skin. He kisses your forehead, your temple, the sensitive spot below your ear. Each touch is like a match igniting a spark within you. The fire burns brighter, consuming you both.

Your body betrays you, responding to his touch as if no time has passed. Your skin ignites wherever he touches you, and you arch into him, seeking more.

His hands roam your body, his fingers tracing the lines of your curves. You feel the heat pooling low in your stomach, the familiar ache building inside you.You look at him longingly as you caress his cheek.

His stubble brushes against your fingertips, a rough contrast to the softness of your touch. His eyes meet yours, their usual dark intensity even more apparent.

He covers your hand with his, bringing it to his mouth. He presses a kiss against your wrist, his lips lingering against your pulse point.He looks at you as if he wants to say something, but the words won’t come. So he lowers his head and kisses you instead.

The kiss starts off soft, tentative, almost as if he’s holding back. But then he deepens it, his tongue sliding into your mouth, and all restraint melts away.You moaned into the kiss and straddled him as you deepened the kiss even more. He groaned as you straddled him, his hands immediately going to your hips. He pulls you closer, his fingers sinking into your flesh. The kiss is desperate and needy, six months of pent-up desire pouring out.

He rolls you onto your back, his body pressing against yours, his weight pinning you down. He breaks the kiss to trail kisses down your neck, nipping at your pulse point.You moan softly and touch his muscles.

He shivers under your touch, every muscle in his body tensing in response. Your hands feel like fire on his skin, igniting a trail of desire wherever they go.

Nicholas kisses his way down your body, worshipping every inch of you. He sucks at your collarbone, his teeth grazing your skin, marking you without even realizing it.

Nicholas takes off your bra and throws it on the floor to lick and suck your nipples. You moaned as you felt his tongue working its magic. "Nik" you moaned as you touched his hair. He growled at the sound of his name on your lips, the sound stoking the fire inside him. Hearing you moan for him was almost enough to send him over the edge.

He teased your nipple with his tongue, his teeth scraping lightly against the sensitive bud. His hands roamed over your body, his touch possessive and commanding. "You taste so good," he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire. "I've missed this so much."

He shifts to your other nipple, giving it the same treatment. His touch is both gentle and insistent, driving you crazy. Your fingers grip his hair, pulling him closer as you arch into him.

"I've missed you so much," you whisper, your voice trembling. "I never stopped thinking about you."

You moaned and grinded on his erection. “You too,” you whispered. His breath hitches as you grind against him, his body responding to yours automatically. He can feel your heat through his sweatpants, and it drives him crazy.

"Fuck," he groans, his hands gripping your hips. "You're going to be the death of me."He immediately takes off your pajama shorts and underwear and quickly pulls down his boxers. He moves with purpose, his actions almost feral. He can’t bear the thought of waiting any longer. Your bodies are pressed together, his heat seeping into you.

He kisses you hard, his hand gripping your thigh, lifting your leg to wrap it around his waist. And then he’s right there, his tip pressed against your entrance, both of you trembling on the edge of pleasure. He entered you with a sharp thrust making both of you moan. “I forgot how nice and tight it was,” Nicholas moaned.

He begins rocking into you, his movements hard and relentless. Each thrust is punctuated by a low moan from his throat. It's as if his control is slipping.

You wrap your arms and legs around him, holding onto him tightly. It's as if you're both desperate to merge into one being.

You scratched his chest, moaning. “So good,” you moaned. Your nails dig into his skin, and he hisses through gritted teeth. The sting of your nails only adds to the pleasure, leaving his skin marked and red.

He presses his face against your neck, his mouth moving against your skin. "You feel so good," he groans, his voice ragged. "I've never wanted anyone like this."The intensity of his movements, his ragged breathing, all speak of his desperation. It's as if he's been starved for too long, and he can’t get enough of you.

His hands are everywhere, touching you, gripping you, as if he's trying to memorize every inch of your body. "I wanted this, I always did," he whispers in between kisses.

He's lost to the sensations, completely consumed by the moment. There's no time for words, only touch and sensation. He kisses you again, his tongue sliding into your mouth, exploring and possessing.His pace quickens, each thrust harder than before. But he can feel himself getting closer, approaching the edge. He wants to draw this out, to savor every moment.

He pulls back slightly, looking down at you. He runs a hand through your hair, his touch surprisingly tender. "You have no idea what you do to me."

You whimpered and caught him in a kiss again. Your whimper ignites a raw hunger within him, and he kisses you back with fervor. His mouth roves over yours, claiming you, owning you.

He holds you tightly, his body pressed against yours, as if he never wants to let you go. Each kiss is a desperate attempt to get closer, to feel every inch of you.

Every nerve in your body is on fire, as if he's igniting a flame deep within you. You scratch your nails over his back, leaving marks as he kisses you. The feeling of him so close, his body melding with yours, is enough to drive you insane.You screamed and he fucked you harder. "Baby I'm cumming" you moaned.

He's completely lost in the moment. The sound of you calling him “baby” and the feel of your body writhing beneath him pushes him closer to the edge."Oh god," he whispers, his movements growing more erratic. "I'm gonna... I can't last..."

You moaned and scratched his back. “Come with me,” you whispered.

Your words, combined with the way your body writhes beneath him, is enough to make both of them come. He collapsed against you, his body trembling. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breath coming in ragged gasps. For a moment, neither of you speak, simply basking in the afterglow.

He looks at you, his eyes soft. “That was…” he trails off, unable to find the words. “Amazing. Incredible. Mind-blowing.”You smile and run your fingers through his hair. “I forgot how good it could be,” you say softly. For a moment, everything feels perfect.

He hugs you tighter, his arms wrapped securely around you. He nuzzles against your neck, his stubble tickling your skin. "I love you," he whispers, the words slipping out effortlessly.You felt your heart pounding and smiled. "Me too," you whispered.

He pulls back slightly to look at you, his expression a mix of tenderness and surprise. He hadn’t meant to say it, but the feelings had welled up inside him, and he couldn’t keep them locked away any longer.

Hearing you say it back makes his heart swell. "Really?" he asks, disbelief in his voice.

"Yeah," you reply, cradling his face in your hands. "I never stopped." You brush a strand of hair off his forehead, a small, loving gesture.He leans into your touch, his eyes searching yours. "I was an idiot," he says softly. "I let you go when I should have fought for you."

"We were both idiots," you reply, a mix of sadness and acceptance in your voice. "It's just...I thought you didn't want me anymore.""That's the furthest thing from the truth," he says fiercely, taking your face in his hands. "I've always wanted you. Even when I pushed you away, even when I tried to convince myself I didn't, I did. It was killing me."

"Why didn't you say something then?" you ask, your voice tinged with hurt. "I thought you were done with me."

"Pride. Fear. Stupidity," he lists off, his grip on you tightening. "I was an idiot. I thought I could just move on, but I couldn't. I couldn't stop thinking about you."

"Why are you telling me this now?" you ask, your voice quivering slightly. The wound he had left had only healed over, and now he was ripping off the scab.

"Because I can't pretend anymore," he says, his voice growing louder. "I can't keep acting like I don't care, like I don't miss you every second. I thought if I could keep you at a distance, it would make it easier, but it just made it worse."You're silent for a moment, his words sinking in. You had spent months trying not to think about him, trying to move on, and now he was there, telling you everything you had wanted to hear but never expected to hear.

You gave him a little smile and a sweet kiss. He melts into the kiss, his body relaxing into yours. The feel of your lips against his, the way your body molds into his - it’s as if the months apart never happened.

He pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours. “What does this mean now?” he asks gruffly.

“Let's get back together,” you whispered. His heart swells at your words, and a wave of emotion washes over him. He pulls you closer, his grip tight and possessive.

"Are you sure?" he asks, his voice rough with the effort of holding back the hope surging through him.You nod and caress his cheek, your touch gentle. "I'm sure," you say softly. "I don't ever want to spend another day without you."

He kisses you again, his lips moving over yours with a mix of tenderness and desperation. "I love you," he whispers, the words carrying the weight of all he has felt over the past six months. "I swear I'll never let you go again."He tucks his head against your shoulder, holding you tight as he breathes in the scent of your hair. For a long while, neither of you speaks, the silence filled with the sound of your mingled breaths.

The weight of everything that’s gone unspoken seems to lift from his shoulders. He had carried it for so long, and now, being able to hold you and tell you he loves you is like a balm to his soul.

[zer0-sug4r]

What if I told you I’m writing some changjin angst?

Would anyone be interested in reading it?