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answer2jeff · 5 months

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break-up, make-up.

song : post break-up sex

warnings : fem!reader, porn with some plot, smut, unprotected piv, make-up sex, lip being needy, mentions of alcohol and smoking (tobacco), reader has scumbag friends, sad pathetic banging, intentional lowercase. (lip and reader are 18.)

word count: 3,707

authors note: this is only like my 2nd time writing smut.......

your abdomen felt cold pressed against the marble of your bathroom counter. pulling at the skin of your face, running your fingers through your messy hair, and picking yourself apart in the mirror that doubled as a medicine cabinet. you didn't feel like yourself. you swung the cabinet open, reaching for a hard candy eyeshadow pallet, a black eye pencil so old the label had rubbed off, and a mauve-brownish lip liner.

your phone buzzed against your pocket. you groaned, dropping your products into the sink before snatching it from the depths of your jeans.

773-642-3719: party @ ashleys 2night. u coming? 2:36pm.

it must've been karina. ever since you gave her your number on your break during your waitressing shift at patsy's, she'd been trying to drag you out of the house. you couldn't blame her. mopey from your breakup, picking up as many hours as possible, spending your free time collecting coupons for shopping sprees you'd never go on to spend money you didn't have, she was sick of you ruining the atmosphere everywhere you went.

or, wherever you didn't go, more accurately.

"he's just a guy. just—go fuck someone else! who cares if he's a dick just like him. focus on the task at hand: getting laid," she told you, licking strawberry jam from the tip of her middle finger.

"i'm just gonna miss him more," you sighed, watching the clock tick as your 15 minutes of what was supposed to be relaxing free time, was going to waste.

"*** ******** is not some kind of sex god, okay? the sex was good. you can find good sex anywhere."

"whatever."

he was more than that. he was more than the sex. he was the kisses in the early mornings where you'd wake up with him in your sheets. he was the whispers of 'you're so beautiful,' and 'i love you,' whenever you doubted yourself. he was the shitty jokes and late night walks, splitting cigarettes and dabbling in gossip. he was your best friend.

but he was also the hands that slammed your bedroom door. he was also the alcohol on his breath. he was also the words that told you to 'get your shit together.' he was also the broken promises he could never keep.

but he was more than anything karina saw him as.

i'll be there :) 2:38pm.

773-642-3719: bring some1 cute with u! 2:40pm.

you stared blankly at her text.

👍 2:42pm.

bring someone with me? who the hell would i bring? daniel's working tonight. and he's not cute. well—he's not ugly, but...no. stop. just drop it. you don't need to bring a guy with you. jesus. you don't need anyone. relax.

i'm here. 12:37am.

you knocked about 3 times before a lanky, raven haired boy with puke all over his title fight t-shirt swung the door open. you looked past his shoulder to see a group of familiar faces behind him.

"please tell me that's not h—" a short blonde girl groaned before a redhead, eliza, butted in.

"there she is!" she yelled, calling karina over.

the warm glow of the living room complimented the post-punk rock that rang through the poster filled walls of ashley's house. you were met with waves from your friends. karina beamed and quickly made her way over to the front door to greet you. her chunky sandals boomed against the hardwood floor, her red solo cup nearly falling out of her hand.

"you made it!" she smiled, taking your hand and dragging you into the makeshift frat house, slamming the front door behind you. the atmosphere was uncomfortably warm. probably due to everyone sweating their asses off from drunkenly dancing and grinding on each other.

"uh, yeah—i'm kinda late. sorry."

"fashionably late," she corrected you as you followed her through dozens of other girls and into the kitchen.

you analyzed the space. you knew a couple people here, either from work or highschool, since it was the summer after senior graduation, but there were plenty of girls and guys you'd never seen in your life. for the first time in months, meeting new people was sickening. immediately reaching for the bottle of tito's to help ease your mind, eliza stopped you. she furrowed her strawberry blonde eyebrows at you, shaking her head.

"uh-uh. you're the designated driver, sweetie. we can't have you drunk, too!"

your mouth gaped open in disbelief. were you seriously dragged here just to play babysitter?

"but there's plenty else to do," karina peaked her head out of the kitchen and eyeing a couple of her friends that resided on the couch, beer bottles in hand. you couldn't help but turn your head to look, too.

"mikey's got weed," she pointed to a shirtless brunette, "and i think destiny brought some—fuckin, i don't know, xanax to cool your nerves."

you nodded, lips pulled tight in a painfully neutral expression that read 'okay' and 'fuck you i hope you break every bone in your body and live your life as a spiritless vegetable,' at the same time. your arms were crossed against your chest, your body pretty much caving in at the amount of sheer embarrassment that coursed through you.

"since you're, y'know, kinda losing it," eliza wiped the corner of her mouth where whiskey-soda had been dripping from it, pointing her finger at you. her messy red nail polish on healthy long nails taunted you.

you felt like a wad of pink chewing gum: slammed between teeth and tongue just to be spit out and drenched in spit. but you weren't useless enough to be thrown away. just stuck under a table for some gross, unsanitary bitch to pick it up again and stick it right back in her gossipy mouth. cursing yourself for being here, you stormed out of the kitchen and made your way toward the back porch.

if you left, you'd be a prude. but if you stayed and drank, kissing strangers and making up stories filled with little white lies, you'd be deemed a slut for the rest of the summer. your last choice was to stick around, being that annoying girl who smoked cigarettes outside of the party to freak people out.

and so, you did. you hung around outside, watching people come in and out. occasionally, someone would stop to ask if you were alright, if you wanted a drink, or just someone to talk to. you politely declined every time. almost like you were waiting for some other opportunity to spring up in front of you.

"hey," a voice behind you rasped.

it startled you. it was painfully familiar. so much it made your heart drop to your empty stomach. you turned yourself around, eyes met with blue orbs that stared directly into you.

there he was. lip. your lip.

except he wasn't yours. not here. not now. possibly not ever.

"oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me, gallagher."

your hands grabbed onto the wooden railing of the porch steps. hoisting yourself up, you brushed off any dirt that smeared onto your dark blue jeans. your eyes were glued to the ground as you tried to swiftly move past him the moment you could stand up.

"no, c'mon—" he pleaded, rolling his eyes and following you back into the house. he hadn't had a sip of booze. for once, his mind was completely in the clear.

eliza and karina sat on the kitchen counter, their shoulders pressed together while shared a beer bottle, possibly their 6th or 7th of the night. you seriously wondered what they even talked about. they didn't have much in common other than the fact that they both liked reeking havoc on innocent people. and you.

"did one of you fucking invite him?" you spat, stepping just a foot away from the two of them snatching the beer bottle from karina's hand, you held it tightly in your fist, your fingertips turning pink at the brute force.

"lip? yeah, i did! wait, did you guys break up, or something?" eliza laughed, twirling a red curl around her finger while she gave an obnoxious wave to lip as he stood behind you. he bit the inside of his cheek, his hands stuffed deep into his pockets and balled into enraged fists.

your jaw had been nailed to the floor at this point. karina looked down at the ground in shame. she didn't care about your 'healing' or 'getting laid.' all she cared about was stirring shit. it was such a middle school stunt for a 19 year old girl to pull. finally snapping, you slammed the beer bottle onto the ground, watching it shatter into a million pieces. clenching your teeth, you looked back up to see the disturbed expressions on your 'friends' faces. they weren't allowed to make this decision for you. you would decide if and when you were ready to act like a normal fucking person around lip.

a boyfriend wasn't the only thing you lost. you lost a friend, a piece of yourself.

hot tears pricked at your waterline. you spun back around and darted towards the front door. shoving through people, your hands grabbing onto their arms and not-so-gently moving them out of your path. you could feel lip's footsteps behind you, his pathetic whines calling out for your name; calling out for his friend ex-girlfriend.

"hey, would you just fucking talk to me? please?"

you finally stopped, taking a deep breath and letting the salty tears that streamed down your face smudge your mascara before turning to face him. the angry knit of his brows from earlier was gone. his face relaxed, a breath of relief escaping his mouth when he could finally just look at you. he took in the sight of your tears, your swollen lips, your shoulders that tensed under your jacket, the way your jaw trembled when you cried.

"i don't wanna talk," you muttered as you shook your head, "i just—i don't wanna talk here. can we go upstairs, or something?"

you stared back, half of your bottom lip barred behind your teeth, analyzing every inch of him. the way his hair that ended at the middle of his ear had grown a bit too thick, the line that formed between his chin and his lower lip when he frowned, his short eyebrows, how prominent his philtrum was, and his blue eyes that caught your attention the day you met in 10th grade chemistry. you missed the way the top row of his small teeth would beam whenever he laughed.

"yeah," lip nodded, "we don't have to be down here, alright? c'mon," he reached for your hand, tilting his head as he tried to stare into you.

you worried about forgetting the feeling of his hands gently caressing your face, rubbing your back when he held you close, twirling your hair around his fingers, when his palms would indent the plush of your thighs, or when he'd grab onto your waist when you kissed him.

there was no way you'd ever forget now.

"jesus, lip—" you huffed through open-mouthed kisses, your fingertips digging into the flesh of his shoulders. the cold wall against your warm back made you shiver once he tore your shirt off from over your head, along with the jacket he zipped down and gently slipped it off from your arms as he trailed kisses from your jawline to your collarbones.

in the most needy, starved way possible, you tugged at his cotton t-shirt. almost as if he'd read your mind, despite him being on a completely different planet, he pulled away from your mouth and peeled his grey t-shirt off with the same hands that rubbed those fucking circles against your hips the way he always did when he kissed you again.

some things just never changed.

your fingertips pressed against his bare abdomen until they made their way up to his chest. you missed seeing that little triangle tattoo that tyler gave him in the school bathroom. kissing it, tracing your fingernails around the perimeter, occasionally biting and soothing the mark with your lips.

"fuck this stupid party," he scoffed, his hand getting a hold of your chin and tilting your head back up to face him. you looked into him through your lashes, lids low with desire. the look in your eyes ruined him.

"yeah. fuck it."

you glanced at his lips and back into his eyes, just for him to smash his mouth into yours again. it was a mess of teeth and tongue while you entangled your hands in his hair.

"shit—" lip detached himself from your mouth to fill his lungs with hair that smelled like your perfume and sex.

his hands cradled your face so gently it was like you'd break if he ever dared to let go. your hands moved over the groves of his arms and up to his shoulders over and over again, the feeling of soft, supple skin never getting old.

"c'mere, pretty girl," lip breathed against your ear, his hand wrapping your neck gently.

he desperately began sucking and biting the tender skin, coming back to comfort it with pecks and blows of fast, cool air. tuffs of curly blonde hair tickled your jawline every time. his veiny hands roamed down the sides of your torso, never traveling up, until you tried removing your bra yourself. lip shook his head, removing his hands from your hips and reaching behind you to unclip the uncomfortable fabric while you clung to his shoulders for support.

"lip—" you protested, slowly growing impatient.

"i got it, baby," he whispered, kissing your shoulder before carefully slipping the straps over your shoulders and off of your body. that pet name hadn't bounced off of his tongue and rang through your ears in weeks.

once he tossed the bra to the floor, your body relaxed as lip backed away just an inch or two to admire you. he smiled, teeth and all. maybe he really did miss you. your hands rested on his shoulders, slowly backing him up towards the bed of the guest room.

funny. you swore what you and lip had was more than the sex. and it was. you weren't lying about that. but my god, the crave for his skin against yours was unbearable. flashes of your hookups projected over your head. the moans that erupted from you while you tugged on his blonde curls for dear life as he pounded into your weeping cunt—you missed all of it.

"i can't believe you even showed up here," you muttered, using the pads of your fingertips to shove lip onto the soft mattress, silk sheets feeling cold against his back. he glared at you through furrowed brows, propping himself up on his elbows. but his expression softened when he saw you unbuttoning your jeans, zipping the fly down and hastily kicking them off.

"me? you—" he let out a shaky breath, gnawing at the inside of his mouth and sitting up right, "you haven't been out of the house for days."

he stared down at the white lacy underwear you wore, fighting the urge to get up and tear them down your ass until they fell at your ankles.

"and how the hell would you know that?"

you raised your eyebrows, signaling to lip to fall back again so you could reveal the aching bulge in his pants. that same bright smile of excitement made your stomach stir as you were unbuttoning and unzipping the denim that imprisoned his cock.

"been spyin' on you a little bit," he joked, but he wasn't totally kidding. for the past week and a half, he'd been taking 'shortcuts' to get to any destination just so he could briefly stop in front of your place. just to see if you'd ever come out and coincidentally run into him. he even started going to your usual hangout spots to see if you'd turn up.

but you never did. him even going to this party was solely based on the off chance that you might've been here. possibly with a new guy. but you weren't. you were alone. just like he often was.

"how sweet," you teased, tracing the tattoo on his chest. caving into your urges, you tilted your head lower to pet it with a kiss, your eyes closed before trailing your lips back up to his own. he huffed through his nose, laughing at your gesture. it was cute. you were cute. lips hands moved down to your hips, his fingers slipping underneath the waist band of your panties. that little puddle of arousal shining through the white fabric of your thong only egged lip on. he looked into your eyes for permission, not wasting any time to help you remove them the moment you nodded your head.

letting him pull them down the plush of your thighs, you turned just enough where you could slip them past your calf's where they pooled at your feet before finally slipping off onto the floor. a delicate hand reached to pull down the fabric of his boxers, his leaking, pink tip practically making you drool the moment his cock sprung out. the heat and humidity of the room making the thick vein down the side of his length twitch just the slightest. you felt a yearning heat build up in your core as you wiggled your hips closer.

"now," you reached between your thighs to coil your fingers round lip's hardening cock, "i need you to fuck me like you haven't gotten laid in a thousand years."

"that's pretty much what it's felt like." lip mumbled so quietly you barely caught it. he looked up at you, his hand brushing a strand of hair behind your ear before he used his thumb to caress your cheek.

"wait, you—you haven't been with anyone else?"

lip paused, realizing he admitted to not seeing a single other person since you broke up. it almost surprised you that you weren't the only one who was sex deprived.

"fuck would that do? bring you back?" he tried to laugh, accidentally gasping at the feeling of your wet cunt brushing past his throbbing dick. you noticed this, smiling back at him and slowly trying to position yourself perfectly.

"well, you have me now."

those words were all it took. with one swift motion, lip finally caught a grip on the fat of your hips, guiding you gently down his cock, your wetness making a makeshift lubricant.

"always so fuckin' wet for me," lip praised, smiling at the sight of how easily he filled you up to the brim of your cervix. watching your face contort from slight discomfort and into full bliss was his fucking kryptonite. you gasped, the immediate stuffed feeling hitting your stomach. lip winced at the tight sensation, already cursing under his raspy breath and whispering incoherent praises. "so—so fuckin' tigh...fu–ck" you gave him some time to adjust, propping your hands behind you so you could grind against him just right.

lip began rolling your hips back and forth, wet sounds of sex filling up the room. whimpers of "fuck, yes lip," and "just like that," only made his sexual frustration worse.

"'missed you so fuckin' much, baby. shit—you make me feel amazing. so, so fuckin' good." his hands dig deeper into your hips, making their way to your ass to squeeze and occasionally slap the flesh. you flinched with a moan, his dick hitting your gummy walls at a slightly different angle each time.

"m—fuck, missed you too, lip. you have no idea," your lungs begged for air, your tits bouncing slightly at the constant movement of your hips as you chased your high. you looked down at him, tears of arousal filling up your hooded eyes. lip marveled at the sight of your pleasure, inching closer and closer to cumming inside of you right then and there—but he had to savor this. grunting

how could he have waited this long to make amends with you? his groans felt like they practically echoed and bounced off of the walls. he needed to focus on your needs tonight. he pried between your crotchets, pressing his thumb against your clit and rubbing sloppy, rough circles against the bundle of nerves.

"slower, hun," you cooed, moving up and down his cock to keep his tip pounding right into your g-spot every time. the idea of staying quiet had never been this hard—but the music and shouting from downstairs was bound to cover for the two of you. lip nodded his head, slowing down his pace and gently grinding his hips into yours as his thumb remained at work.

after the few moments of pure bliss, moans and cries of lip's name coming from you that he wished would last an eternity, he felt the knot in his stomach tighten. similarly, you started forcefully catching your breath as you stared up at the ceiling. your head went foggy, every word that fell out of your mouth turning into messy gibberish. lip could tell you were close, but he wasn't quite ready to give up.

"i don't think i'm gonna last any longer," lip clenched his teeth, his hand aching from prioritizing your pleasure while his thrusts became sloppier and sloppier. he'd been fucked out without even finishing a single time.

"me neither—"

desperately trying to get a hold of yourself, your body gave out. your thighs began to shake, your cunt contracting. trying to muffle your shrieks, you cupped a hand over your saliva-slick mouth. your hips moved as fast as you could ever dreamed was possible, forcing you to grab onto lip's shoulder blades for support. lip could literally see his dick rolling up and down your stomach as he moaned your name, his eyes screwed shut. finally, just at the very last second, he took every bit of strength left in his body to flip you over, your back pressed against the sheets while you reached your climax. he pulled out with a groan, white ropes of sticky cum coating your lower stomach and the space right under your tits.

makeup sex was not how you envisioned this night would go. but how could you complain?

#lip gallagher x reader #lip gallagher #lip gallagher x reader smut #oh my god he's so hot i cant #makeup sex trope #i need him biblically #lip gallagher x you #proud lip gallagher apologist #my man my man my man #hope y'all enjoy #idk what this is tbh

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mrz-fushiguro-types · 1 month

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His Cargo pt. 1

New series about Suguru, Geto. A Handsome businessman that you fell head over heels for, of course he played a big part of that, bringing you expensive gifts always flying first class and eating 5 star meals in VIP. you being a college student focusing on your dream job; you were living the life you never had before you met him, You only have one complaint though; he’s a total fuck boy.

Warnings: intense orgasm DISGUSTING talk. Smut, intense cumming, cream pie, over whelming pleasure, exhaustion, and ts gets a little sad too.

A/n: I don’t see a lot of fuck boy stories about Geto, maybe I’m just not looking BUT I’m making one, usually this would be for Satoru but that’s so borrring! Well Enjoy reading!

Throwing your hoodie with no bra on and your shorts that you knew he loved. You start to question whether or not you want to pack an overnight bag, you sigh out loud as you get frustrated feeling the nervousness start, and that always happened when you were about to see Suguru.

He just brought that out of you no matter what, even after the countless times he’s cheated or turned you down when you wanted something serious, he was just the guy that could trap you in delusion; and you were okay with that.

You turn your head to the sudden notification that popped up.

༯ꨄ𝓢𝓾

Come out when you’re ready, I’m taking you somewhere.

You quickly reply asking for a few minutes before running to your closet grabbing a nice black dress and running into the bathroom, knowing Suguru he was probably dressed in black too. You throw your hair tie after yanking it impatiently out of your hair.

Shoko sighs leaning up against the door frame, “you’re going out?” She asks lighting the cigarette that was in her mouth, you yelp at her voice pulling your dress on, fixing your boobs to make them look great. “Yes, and—are you smoking?!” You ask stopping your actions, and she cackles.

Grabbing your glitter lotion to rub it on your legs, arms, neck, and chest, along with a few squirts of the perfume Geto loved on those glistening areas and your wrist. ”not anymore,open up so I can see!” “Not yet lemme’ finish,” You then begin to do a quick natural look feeling as though it would save time. Again only Geto made you do things like this, for some odd reason you didn’t want to disappoint him, maybe that’s why it hurt so much when you caught him cheating on you that one time..and that other time.

You open the bathroom door for Shoko and she peeks her head in “going to see that dickhead huh?” She says making you blush at her question “I can’t just look good for myself?” Shoko laughs sarcastically zipping up your dress, “you know damn well you don’t wear that perfume unless you’re going to see that man.” She states running her fingers in your hair to style it.

You side eye her before looking back into the mirror drawing on your lip liner, she wasn’t wrong you couldn’t even lie, this is the only perfume you’ve heard him compliment you on, and you kept wearing it and because you see him so much the bottle is almost empty. “I’m just going out with him for a few,” you lied knowing she’d pick up on that too.

“Yeah and you obviously plan on staying a little longer than a few. You need to stop seeing him, he’s nothing but a player that practically spits on your pain.” She said wholeheartedly, you turn to look at her setting the pencil down, “I know..but I just don’t ever wanna lose him, I know I deserve more but can I really get more?” “Yes?” She answers causing you to roll your eyes “I’ll never get anything like this..” you say looking at her.

And it wasn’t even about the money, you seriously couldn’t imagine your life without him, he brought you so much joy just from seeing him smile, the money is just a bonus; “whatever you say just be safe..” she says watching you put your glitter lipgloss, she rolls her eyes and You buck your head at her.

“Listen, I’m not mad man, i’m just disappointed.” She says making you roll your eyes and walk out to your room to slip on your heals; “oh puhhlease I say nothing about your Dick appointments at 3 am” Shoko opens her mouth but just closes it nodding her head in acceptance.

You grab your bag walking out of the room grabbing your keys off the counter, going to the front door opening it, “I’m out!” You say throwing the middle finger up at your friend who yells “no kids please!” Before you shut the door in her ignorant face.

You quickly walk over to the car opening the car door and hopping in Suguru greeting you with a smile, “hey pretty” he says not being able to take his eyes off of you, he instantly felt his eyes wander your glistening body and he couldn’t stop himself from doing so, but damn..to be honest he didn’t have much intrest in taking you out anymore; he just wanted to take you back home and do whatever he wanted with you, the thought of your sweet moans taking over his thoughts completely, caused him to sit back to try and calm himself.

“Hey Su! Did you miss me?” You say grabbing your seatbelt after slipping your night bag into the backseat. “Oh how could I not? Mm..you smell nice y/n..” he says trying to restrain himself from ruining the stuff he had planned out, and to be honest you were at your limit to give in as well.

Sex with Geto was like a Drug, you couldn’t help but get addicted to it, his hard Cock ramming into you hitting spots a toy just couldn’t reach. He made your body reach limits no one could; And your cunt began to crave it just from being in his presence.

“I know it’s the perfume you love stupid..” I say slumping into the seat. “Ah yeah, it is, that’s why it smelled so familiar.” He said with a cocky sarcastic smile, you scrunch your face at him leaning over and up pressing your glossy lips on his and he doesn’t hesitate to kiss you back, his thumb rested on your chin down to your neck holding your head in place and he peeked his tongue through the opening of your lips.

You groan, wrapping your hand on his wrist feeling you body shutter. He pulls away abruptly saying “you taste good too..~” smirking as he let you go causing you to pout up at him, “why’d you stop..?~” you whine looking up at him.

He chuckles starting the car, “you’re so cute—and because if I start I won’t be able to stop.” He says taking the car out of parked and began driving down the road.

You chuckle at the joke Suguru makes while gobble down a piece of your ribeye steak, “I swear that’s what happened..” he said through quiet laughter. You tilt your head at him in awe. “A lot seems to happen when you’re away huh..?” You say lightly poking your steak with your fork.

Suguru looks up at you his chewing slowing down, his face looking as if he was taking in the gravity of your question, “it would seem that way right..?” He says after swallowing his food.

You shake your head with a playful scoff, he’s always answering your question, with a question.

Then his phones goes off and he immediately checks it, “you gotta go?” You ask just for him to shake his head his eyes reading the text; glued to the screen.

You know Suguru, and you know what he does, you’ve walked in on him “accidentally” fucking another girl, not even a month before this dinner, and he hasn’t even apologized for it, so you couldn’t help but think; that he was texting her.

Suguru puts his phone away, concern written on his face when he sees your saddened face, “Y/n?” He ask his hand touching the top of yours; knocking you out of your intruding thoughts.

You put your fork down shaking your head, “sorry..” you say looking the man you loved in the eyes, “do you want to know who I was texting?” He asked abruptly solving the mystery quickly; the question shocked you. “Su’..you don’t have to do that..” “do you want me to do it?” He asked again his eyes piercing you.

You stand, “why would I want that?” “Because I know I hurt you, and I’ll do everything in my power to make sure I don’t do that again,” you sigh at his words, words you heard many times before, words you knew better than to believe.

“Sure..I’m full I’ll wait outside.” You say grabbing your purse heading out of the restaurant.

“I meant what I said..” Suguru said his hands gripping tight on the steering wheel as he drove back to his house. And he meant every word, he was trying his hardest to change, being with you made him so happy, he felt as though he finally had a purpose, all the other girls were just to blow of steam, how could he ever make you see it from his point of view?

You meet his split second gaze, “I’m here to stay this time..” he says reassuringly with an easy on the eyes smile, God you wanted to believe him, you knew his tactics, and he knew how to talk, even though you knew this time believing him was going to hurt you more, you found comfort in just knowing that he was here now.

“I hope so Su..” you say putting your hand on his and he nods “would I ever break a promise..?” And that makes you choke back a laugh. “Yes.” You said watching him cover his mouth to hide his obvious laughter, “I’m so sorry, that caught me off guard..” he said holding my hand.

You hum Walking out of his room in your comfort clothes, you sit in the couch with a sigh, You were back home. Geto walked out of the kitchen two cups of wine in his hands, he definitely knew how to swoon you.

He sat down handing You the glass gently, “I figured we’d take it easy tonight..” he said sitting back with his arm stretched out on the couch to pull you into his chest. You couldn’t help but feel anything but safe.

Suguru ran his hand up your arm taking a sip from his cup, “I missed this..” you say laying your head in his chest your glass rested on your crossed leg.

He looked at you cocking a brow jokingly, “are you—saying you missed the wine?” You roll your eyes as he chuckles nuzzling his nose on the side of your face. “I missed this as well; holding you like this and actually being able to enjoy my time with someone I care for..? It’s nice..” he says with a satisfied sigh taking a sip of his wine.

Your eyes gleamed at his words; that was another thing you loved about Suguru, his words made you feel like floating, and the best thing about it was that he meant every word, which made it mean so much more.

You take a sip of your wine finally laying your head back in his chest, being swallowed by his warm embrace.

The bottle now halfway full, the two of you sat and talked for what seemed like hours, talking about past trips just the two of you took; your legs now being tangled on his and his hand softly rubbing your smooth legs.

You felt the slightest bit tipsy but it was there, you knew because every-time this sexy man spoke you couldn’t help but stare intently at his lips, you craved him, more than anything in the world right now, one thing you loved about being drunk or tipsy was that; it brought the slut right out of you.

Geto continued to rub your legs, and slowly but surely every time he rubbed upward, he slid his warm hand higher causing your shorts to rise a little. You hitch unnoticeably wanting him to so desperately slide his hands a little higher.

To calm your hyper sexual mind, you gulp down the rest of your wine. “We should go on another trip sometime hm..? What do you think pretty?” He asked softly, his voice soft and soothing, matching his soft rubbing.

You hum, leaning the side of your body against the couch, “I’d love that..very—very much..” you say in a drunken slur, Causing Suguru to chuckle huskily. “I’m sure you would, I would love that too sweetheart..~” he coos leaning down kissing your leg, causing your shoulders to jump lightly.

Everything he was doing right now, was enough to make you pounce on him, but you knew Geto; he loves to play games, he’s a tease. And it brings him so much pleasure watching you squirm in impatience.

“Su..~” you whisper out as you feel his lips travel up your leg to your inner thighs, he scoops the glass from your hands gently placing it beside him without looking before he grabs your legs sliding you closer to him.

Suguru couldn’t help it or take it anymore, he’s been craving you since you sat in his car; he wanted to break you from this classy girl you play during the day, he wanted you to be a complete slut right now and the fact that he had to wait so long to bring that side out of you set his heart ablaze. “Don’t pretend you don’t crave it as much as I do..~” you whimper at his words as his hand hold your waist steady kissing your inner thigh getting closer to your throbbing clit.

“Just relax okay? I’ve got you covered pretty girl..~” he says reassuringly as he nuzzles his nose into your covered cunt causing you to hiss and hitch. He pulls your shorts up causing the fabric to squeeze tightly on your sensitive clit.

Geto couldn’t help himself, like a hyper kid in a candy store he was in his element. Watching your innocent act was enough to make his blood boil, and he couldn’t wait until you finally broke out of this character.

He hummed above you, sliding his soft hands up into your shorts, yet when his thumb grazed against your soaked underwear, a sex driven smirk plastered his face, “Suguru..~” you call out, your hips moving uncontrollably as if they had a mind of their own.

“I know~” he coos rubbing his thumb rhythmically up and down, he wanted to make sure he made You feel good, you deserved that much after all the shit he put you through, plus he knew that only he could see you this way, squirming beneath him, breathlessly begging for more, that made him attractively possessive.

You look down at him biting your lip to hush yourself, the sounds you made as he teased you embarrassed you in your core, but the wine mixed with the eagerness for him to fuck you, slowly began to push the embarrassing feelings you compressed down into nothingness.

“I hate when—you—tease me..~” you say brokenly, getting a soft chuckle out of him, “but I love it..~ I’m sure you do too hm..?~” he asked pushing his thumb through the side of your panties and pushing the tip of his thumb into your aching hole causing your hips to jump.

“Mm!~” you whimper out, biting on the sleeve of your hoodie, as he leans down closing his eyes and finally his tongue touched your pussy, swirling his warm tongue in circles against your twitching bud, “f..fuck!~” you curse out with a hard shiver hearing him groan in satisfaction in response.

Geto loved eating you out, feeling how wet you are in addition to his warm tongue and spit along with the sweet taste that quickly covered his taste buds, he couldn’t get enough of it, but the best thing he loved about it, was feeling you contract and squeeze around his tongue.

That was the best feeling in the world, and by all means; he was ready to finally drag the slut right out of you, not to forget, but the sheer heat that radiates off your pussy when he was down there was enough to make him lose his mind right there.

He slid his tongue into you easily causing you to throw your head back and squirm underneath him. He loved seeing you like this. He pulls his head back finally yanking at both your shorts and your underwear, causing you to yelp.

“I honestly don’t think I have it in me to tease you fully..” he says in a low tone teasing your now exposed hole with his two fingers, “then don’t..~ Su, please I need you more than—anything right now..~” you say pulling your hoodie up to reveal your breast. Using your own two fingers to pinch and pull at your nipples, Geto smirks laying his cheek against your inner thigh his eyes only on you.

“Isn’t this a sight?..~” he teases finally sliding his two fingers into your clit opening you up with ease. “Cmon Mama..~ show me how much you need me..~” he says softly curling his fingers up into you repeatedly knocking the breath out of you with one single thrust of his long fingers.

“Haah!~ please..~” you mange to get out, sliding your hands down your stomach, as if right now you wanted more than his fingers, and he knew that. “Please what baby? Be specific—what do you want..?~” he asks thrusting his fingers into you faster, lowering his head to flick his quick tongue on your twitching bud causing your hand to spasms on his shoulder.

“I want you to fuck me..~” you finally say looking down at him with teary eyes, “heh, and here I thought you were changing on me..~” he says jokingly as he pulls his fingers out of you standing to pull off his pants and boxers before he dug his knee into the couch pulling you closer by your legs.

Suguru was always so eloquent, yet sex brought out a side of him that was so irresistible, he was so good at making you feel as if nothing else in the world ever mattered.

You watch him intently as he pulls a condom off of the coffee table opening it with his teeth before stuffing his cock into it, and how impatient it made you as your clit started to crave being full by him, you look at his body and just behind beneath him like this was enough to make you wetter than you were before.

And without another word, he captivates your eyes starring down at you intently, “are you ready pretty..?~” he asks caressing your lifted leg with his rough but soft hands. You whine in response and he pushes the tip of his thick cock into you, before finally pushing himself completely in, finally.

Your eyes roll back as you feel this familiar feeling, “shit! Oh fuck!~ it feels—soo go..~” your breath is completely knocked out of you once he bucks his hips into you, causing you to frantically pull both of your legs up to hold them, “there she goes..~” he cooed replacing my hands with his holding my legs up in place pounding down into me.

The way he abused your g-spot caused you to start seeing stars each time he thrusted into you making your vision blurry and tearful.

Suguru huffed out, he had clear doubt that any girl could feel as good as you do. Your wet pussy completely squeezing around him so perfectly like a glove fitting on a hand, he couldn’t help but wonder what you felt like without the condom, which he has.

You pant out breathlessly your mind being captured by the sudden fullness in your belly, “daddy missed you baby..~” he says softly before he began to pick up the pace causing you to inhale sharply, “I missed you too!—Fuck! Right there!~” You call slapping the couch cushions beneath you for support.

Another thing you loved, usually when a women tells a man she’s close or that he’s fucking her in the right spot, it’s like something sets off in their brain to change speed, and where they intentionally were to make you yell that way, but not with Geto; see he knew when to speed up, or when to just pay extra attention to where he was thrusting already.

He hums at your request maintaining the same stroke allowing your legs to fall and wrap around him, “let me take it off princess..~” he says continuing to thrust referring to the condom to which when you nod repeatedly, he pulls out with a pop, before he peels off the condom and untimely shoving back in, tilting his head to the side in pure pleasure.

“Fuck..~ I can’t wait to fill you up..~” he whispered out hotly next to your ear, you wrap your arms around him as he starts to roll his hips up into you now, you shiver under him whimpering feeling the overwhelming feeling of him start to fuck your womb, you felt him deep in your stomach.

You claw at his back as he picks up his pace, the sounds of your cunt echoing throughout his living room, this is the loudest it’s ever been before, making such lewd noises that made you wanna hide away. He chuckles quietly, “you’re such a slut mama..~who knew that you liked to be fucked raw like this..~” he teases as he pounds down into you causing you to claw relentlessly at his back.

He hisses at both feelings leaning down into the crook of your neck making dark hickeys for everyone to see. The feeling of your gummy insides squeezing around him was enough to make him cum right there, he sighs out against your neck before going to the next spot sucking harshly replacing the harsh suck with his warm tongue.

You put up a fuss, whines and gleeful sobs left the back of your throat, you felt as if your entire body was going to explode. He kissed up to your ear planting gentle kisses to it before whispering “you feel sooo good..~” into your ear, making his thrust more intense and direct causing you to squeal in intense pleasure.

Your stomach threatened to pee, and you did not want to embarrass yourself on this man’s white couch, “Suguru wait! I-I have to pee!~” you warn your breath hitting his ear causing him to shiver as he continue to ram in your core.

Your pleads and cry’s of your near golden shower caused him to chuckle alluringly. “I assure you it isn’t that baby..~ just let it out I promise it’s—okay..~” he whispered in a free from harshness tone. Lifting you up into his arms holding you up and without a second thought you started bouncing your hips wildly so close you could feel your brain pop.

You rock your hips back and forth pushing his thick cock up against both your g-spot and Cervix shuttering as Geto slid his hands and gripped eagerly at the fat on your hips, “fuck..~” he whispers, watching you ride his Cock without any worry at all, made him feel as if he were in a dream, watching your sexy body roll back and forth as your hand gripped on the couch to keep yourself stable although he knew, he had you steady as ever.

You look down at him take one of your nipples in his mouth feeling sweat drip down the side of your temple. You were hot, and so eager to push both you and his cum out; you feel tears dampen your reddened cheeks “keep going baby~ you’re doing so good haah~— so good for me~ move your hips just like that..~” he groans out, in a encouraging tone.

“I can’t keep—it’s!” You feel your stomach turn with anticipation to cum all over him like he’s encouraging you to do. Looking down at his jet black hair being plastered to his forehead in sweat as his hips bucked a bit after staying still telling you, he was ready to cum too. “Cmon my mama, let it out for me, show me how good my cock made you feel..~” he whispered in your ear.

Yet once he was really ready he gripped your hips tightly pounding up into you causing you to scream loudly, “Yes! Yeah! Mmph!~” you cry out laying your head on his looking down to watch exactly what he was doing before your head fell to his shoulder from the harshness of his thrust. He holds you close, which pushes you on the edge and finally.

You tense up finally squirting and he feels this before whispering; “there you go..~” cumming all inside of you panting as he laid his head against your neck.

You held him so tightly as you worked your way through your orgasm, and he did nothing but return the favor. “Good job baby..~ you did so good..” he whispers soothingly planting soft kisses on my temple. “Cmon baby let’s go one more time, I know you can do it..~” he whispered lifting my hips for me.

You two weren’t going to be finished anytime soon

You use the towel that was given to you to dry your hair walking from the bathroom into Suguru’s room with a sigh, you were tired, the strain on your body made you feel so droopy.

Plopping down on Suguru’s memory foam mattress that completely sunk you in when you laid down; you had the bed all to yourself Suguru out at the pharmacy retrieving your Plan B pill.

You sigh in comfort closing your eyes, you promised yourself to just take a little nap until he gets back, what could it hurt?

After a while you open your eyes Hazily to the sound of a phone going off uncontrollably. “Alright Shoko..” you say reaching for your phone just to look and notice. That you don’t have a single text.

You turn your gaze over to Geto’s nightstand where his second phone rested, lighting up and vibrating each time a text came through.

*ding*

*Ding.*

The sound echoed throughout the room, who the hell is texting him like that? “Don’t overdo it.” You told yourself, Geto is a busy man, all of that could be buissness related; but what if it’s not.

That didn’t help, your mind wouldn’t allow you to believe that the person texting him like this; had anything to do with signing a deal. Fuck it, you lean over grabbing the phone hoping to God that, you were wrong.

You click on the message just to feel your stomach drop,the man you love has the nerve to not have a lock on his phone.

Rose

I need to see you again, yesterday wasn’t enough for me.

Suguru

I know, you will.

This is messages between a girl and Geto, and he’s responding with his other phone, the idiot doesn’t even know his phone is right here with you.

Rose

Where are you now? Can I see you now?”

Suguru

No, I’m busy at work, but tomorrow I’ll make time for you Kay’?

Rose

I want you now :(

Suguru

Patience, I promise I’ll see you tomorrow.

You wanted to puke, you felt like you might actually do so, these were fresh messages they just happened. You hum clicking your nails against the screen, no way were you gonna stand by and let this shit happen again.

In all honesty, you can have him, today and tomorrow.

You send in the message just for the line to get dead silent; you throw the phone screaming “FUCK!” In nothing but pain and betrayal; you actually trusted him, you wished that you could just hide away in embarrassment.

You quickly wipe away your tears rushing from the room to grab your bag as you frantically call your bestfriend, “I’m such a fucking idiot..” you sob out, “where is he? Fuck it I’m on my way!” Shoko says snatching her Keys from her table side.

Meanwhile you sat on the couch trying your hardest to calm down and then He walked in, “Y/n..where are you going?” He ask closing the door behind him, you of course ignore him, but just hearing his voice made you want to answer.

He sets the bag on the table, “can we talk?” “There’s nothing to talk about, I can’t believe I fucking trusted you.” You say aggressively wiping your tears.

It broke him to see you crying like this, all because of stupid him; Geto in the end just couldn’t help himself, and he couldn’t explain to you that despite his actions, he only wanted you.

Suguru stays quiet hands in his pockets as he contemplates what to say next. You stand going to wait outside but he moves in front of you, “move.” You say threatening to hit him with your bag by lifting it, “will that make you feel better..?” He said looking down at you with calm but panicking eyes. He just couldn’t lose you again.

“Get out of my way Geto.” You say again in a warning tone now as you mush him out your way but he grabs your wrist, “don’t leave like this, at least wait it out tonight, or..let me take you home? It’s late you can’t go out like this.” He says trying to calm you but instead you hit him in his chest over and over. “I hate you so fucking much! I hate you!” You cry out feeling as if you were going to puke.

Geto looked down at you with a pained look “don’t say that y/n..” he says trying to hold you close but you throw your phone at him hitting him in his eye, and you couldn’t care less. “Shit!” He hissed holding his eye as you walk out of the house sobbing feeling your world crash down on you.

You didn’t even feel this hurt when you caught him, but this time, he promised you. He promised he wouldn’t hurt you again, and here he is; hurting you like his word meant nothing.

Stumbling down the street trying to quiet your sobs you hear a car ride down next to you, so you turn your head just to see Geto roll down the window, “get in..” he says, thankfully his eye wasn’t bruised just scraped up. “You can’t walk around bare foot like this..” “you didn’t even apologize..” you say in a daze looking over at the man you still love.

He sighs leaning his head back “I wish I had all the answers to heal your heart right now..but I can’t..—“ he stopped unlocking the door, “please, just get in and we can talk.” You think for a few, before remembering the promise you made to yourself, and you weren’t the kind of person to break a promise.

“Just go home you have someone that you can fuck, that’s all you care about right?! That’s all I am to you! some pussy!” You yell to which Geto shushes you holding his hand up, “listen to me, that isn’t how I feel about you at all, you know that right?” You scoff at him and he slams his hand on the arm rest, “Y/N! You know that right?!” But he couldn’t have felt something other than Lust for you, That’s how you felt. That’s what you knew.

You swat your hand wiping your falling tears continuing to walk down the road, just for Shoko to swerve in front of him almost causing an accident. She leans over opening the car door, which you hop in almost wanting to jump in her arms, you felt like the worlds biggest idiot.

She glares at Geto through her review mirror before swerving off into the night making her way back to the house.

Geto sighed at the encounter, he felt his heart began to beat out of his chest as he put the car in reverse, he couldn’t think straight as the women he hurt so much drove in the car with her friend down the road.

Not to mention his eye, was fucking throbbing. As he makes his way back home, he dials Satoru’s number in a panic getting himself in the house dropping the keys on the floor.

He taps the back of the phone waiting frantically for his bestfriend to answer, sure he wasn’t the best person to call in situations like this, but he was his best friend nonetheless. Finally Satoru picked up the phone “Yo.” He says in a deadpan tone.

“I fucked up..” Geto said flopping back on the couch, “oooo Suguru Geto, fucking up? This should be nice~” his bestfriend says sitting up in his bed, “be serious right now idiot, it’s about y/n..” Satoru cocks his head on the phone, “Shoko’s friend with the fat ass?” He ask jokingly making Suguru’s eyebrow twitch.

“Shut up. Anyways she went through my phone,” Satoru looked at his best friend with a puzzled look on his face, “how the hell did she do that—you gave her the code?!” Suguru sighed shaking his head, “it was my work phone I don’t have a co-“ “dumbass, you know what, I dunno why you called me, you did that to yourself.” Suguru slammed his hand on the couch, “will you just listen!” He screamed receiving a childish giggle from Satoru.

“And now she’s back at home, ha..she said she hates me..Satoru..” he said and for some odd reason tears started to prickle the corners of his eyes.

Don’t get him wrong; Geto knew why you said that, he wasn’t that stupid. The thing that hurt him the most was that at the moment though, he truly felt that you did, but he felt like you had a right to which, you did.

“Suguru, can you really blame her..” the man on the other line said completely serious right now, not that he wasn’t before; but after hearing the whole story he couldn’t help but feel utterly sorry for you. Suguru sighed again shaking his head, “no..but—that’s why I need you.” He said turning his attention back to the phone.

Just to see Satoru pointing his index finger towards himself, “me?” He said with a now interested grin; “yes, see we met y/n through Shoko, and she’s not talking to me, I need you to text her and tell her when I come to the house to give Y/n back her phone and Hopefully talk to her, to just relax and let me talk to y/n” He said looking at the wall as his plan began to form in his head.

Satoru chuckled, “that’s the dumbest shit I have EVER heard, she doesn’t like me either, and to be honest if she’s mad at You she’s mad at me too.” He said laying back in his bed, “so swoon your way in.” Geto said demandingly.

Satoru cackled “I would never fuck Shoko,” “I’m not asking you to-haaa..just fuckin forget it,” Suguru said with an exhausted sigh, today has been a day.

Satoru thought for a few before saying “alright, I got you I’ll talk to her, now go put some ice on that eye pfft she fucked you up!” He said before bursting into full laughter which made Geto hang up quickly.

Suguru pushed his hand over his eyes to block out the light, He felt like such a fucking idiot.

You walk into the house hugging yourself Shoko close behind, a supporting hand on your back, “don’t beat yourself up about this Y/n,” you walk over to the couch sitting down pulling the strings on your hoodie to hide your face.

Shoko sighs, she’s known Suguru and Satoru for years, but once you became her roommate you asked her to introduce you to Geto so she did, with a warning label of course. That doesn’t help the crushing pain you feel each time he’s done this to you, and you’ve then known all four of them for two years.

Can you honestly still hate him? After everything Geto was the only man you really wanted. You love him so much, and that made you want to hate him so bad.

“It’s just so stupid..I mean he takes me out and takes me home..and fucks me so fucking good after making all these promises not to hurt me anymore! And I mean Shoko he fucked me so good I almost forgot who I was..” and that alone made Shoko cringe, “yeah but that’s all he’s good for: a good fuck and a empty promise..” “but that’s not true..” you state putting your cold hands under your leg.

“He makes everything feel so right, stepping back into his house and just being up underneath him made me feel at home..” shoko sat next to you, pointing towards the floor, “this is your home, you’ve fallen too deep into this man’s arms.”

Shoko says after standing grabbing a blanket, “I say you fuck Satoru.” Shoko says handing you a shot glass after pouring you a shot; you down it without second thought, “you really think I should?” You ask the most innocent look on your face when you do so.

Shoko shrugs clicking her glass with yours, “hurt him like he hurt you, of course he never has to know..” she said with an evil grin. You shake your head shaking the thought out of it. You could never fuck Satoru Gojo, that was the most absurd idea to ever pop up in your head.

Right?

“I’m going to bed..” you tiredly say standing having Shoko salute to you as you make your way to the room getting ready for bed.

Shoko watches waiting for the door to finally close before she pulled out her phone texting Satoru.

Satoru snuggled up in bed, through the situation with his bestfriend and work, he was exhausted to say the least, he scrolls on his phone scrolling through pictures on your instagram page, “he’s such an idiot,” he says to himself, Satoru couldn’t deny that the minute he saw you that day on campus that he lusted for you right there.

But Geto got to you first, and he knew better than to break bro code over a girl, but he instantly locked his attention to the message that made his eyes widen, it was Shoko and it said.

𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓴𝓸𝓼𝓪_𝓼𝓷𝓪𝓬𝓴

I need you to distract y/n, I don’t care when but your friend is a dickhead; do ur Gojo thing—distract her for a day to get her mind off of it.

Satoru couldn’t believe his eyes, he sat up a bit on his elbows typing back.

𝕲𝖔𝖏𝖔𝖚._.𝕾𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖚

How the hell do you expect me to do that? 🤔

He replies waiting eagerly, he felt like a teenager again, plus what the hell did she mean by “Distract her”?

𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓴𝓸𝓼𝓪_𝓢𝓷𝓪𝓬𝓴

Satoru you know what I mean. 🤷🏻‍♀️

He gasps at the message, really? She wanted him to do what he does to other girls, to you? He was no better that Suguru. He laid back staring off into his ceiling just thinking; he couldn’t possibly fuck you.

Right?

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #gojo satoru #geto smut #geto suguru #jjk geto #smut #18+ content #jjk x reader #geto x y/n #jujutsu geto #getou suguru x reader #geto x you #jujutsu kaisen suguru #jjk shoko #anime

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inkdrinkerworld · 9 months

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straddling rockstar!sirius helping do his pre show makeup and just being so cute and fun

going with cottagecore!reader here because i’m in LOVE with that dynamic

sirius always looks good. but he looks especially good before a show.

he’s already got his outfit on- tight black leather pants, a white crop top and his studded leather jacket is draped over the sofa he’s sitting back on.

“can i do it siri?” you ask as he picks up his glitter eyeliner pencil.

he turns, hair falling in his face as he looks at you. “if you sit in my lap.”

the second you’re seated, sirius’ hands are climbing up the skirt of your dress.

“sirius!” you giggle when he kneads at the flesh and turn to eye the door skeptically. “anyone could walk in.”

sirius rolls his eyes, “they all know not to walk in if we’re in here doll, remember that show in manchester.”

sirius’ laugh is loud as your chin tucks to your chest, nose wrinkling at the memory of james and lily walking in on you both.

“c’mon, do my eyeliner all pretty, dolly.” he sits still, or well as still as sirius can manage- his fingers drum to one of his songs on your ass as you perfect his winged liner.

“can i add something?” you ask and sirius hums,

“something lewd?” you smile,

“maybe, but don’t check it till after.”

sirius doesn’t check it till after his show per your request, when he’s all sweaty and coming back from snapping a few pictures with the fans.

you’re already in his dressing room, legs curled under your feet as you read through your herbalism book.

“i can’t believe you,” he’s got an incredulous yet teasing lilt to his voice as he stands before the mirror.

beside his eye is a star- one he knows incredibly well. see when you’d first met and you learnt he was named after a star you’d become sort of obsessed.

then when sirius asked you to be his girlfriend- almost a year now- he’d gotten very sentimental and given you a star; he’d even named it after you.

and now it’s sitting just beside his left eye.

“do you hate it?” you shut your book just before sirius, in all his sweaty glory, tosses his body on yours, arms bracketing your head.

“hate it? could i ever hate you?” he asks, nose rubbing yours.

“when i ate the last of your almond cake it seemed like you came very close.” sirius bites your cheek making you squeal.

“i didn’t! c’mon, we’re going to shower,” he says and you frown,

“i don’t have anything else to wear,” he shakes his head as a smile- more of a smug smirk really- spreads on his lips.

“i’ve got something for you dolly, now c’mon.” sirius doesn’t actually give you time to stand before you’re tossed over his shoulder and he stomps to the bathroom with you giggles following him.

#siriusblack #sirius black #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black one shot #sirius black imagine #sirius black drabble #sirius black blurb #sirius black fluff #sirius black x reader #sirius black x black!reader #sirius black x you #sirius black x yn #rockstar!sirius

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rachalixie · 1 year

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3racha as rockstars

look @katieraven i finally did it!!! months later!!! i wrote it!!!!!!

warnings: 3racha x gn!reader

genre: fluff

word count: >1.5k

chan

you’re backstage - you always are, accompanying chris to every show he puts on. you’ve been on the road for months now, it finally started seeming like normal life to you and you’re stuck wondering how you’re going to go back to your 9-5 schedule after this tour is over. when you bring up to him, he jokes that ever since you met him your life has been anything but normal, and you can’t help but agree. your friends joke about how you’re a roadie, following this band around for bang chan, but are you a roadie if you fall into his bed every night? if it’s his ring that sits snugly on your index finger? if it’s the scent of his shampoo that lingers on your hair from your shared shower?

besides that, he invited you on this tour. he begged on his knees, eyes dusted with black shadow pleading up at you making it impossible to say no. it had only been a few months of dating, and you were unsure about how unsure you were about saying yes. the next day you put in a request for time off at your job and you were packing a single bag, setting up a sitter for your cat who you wouldn’t see in what seemed like forever. you didn’t mind any of it, though. you would do anything for chris.

you wonder what his fans would think of you. wonder how jealous they would be if they knew you were the one whose arms he ran into after he got off stage, sweaty and happy and giddy. if they knew you were the one who passed him an ice cold water bottle mid show from back stage because you knew when his voice got hoarse enough to need it. if they knew those same fingers that strung the chords on his guitar were the ones that dipped under your shirt at night, between your legs, through your hair, around your neck. if they knew it was your fingers running through his hair when he lays his head in your lap on the drive back from the venue to the hotel, finding comfort in you as his adrenaline dies down.

“did you like the show?” he asks, peering up at you with wide eyes as he nuzzles into your hand a bit. his hair is damp with sweat from the show, but you don’t mind. you’ll wash it for him while his head is resting on you gently when you get to the hotel.

“as much as i liked the one last night,” you giggle, knowing that he would pout about your answer and - yes, there it is. his puppy dog eyes and plush lips make a deadly combo, but you’ve been dealing with this for a while now. nevertheless, you placate him. “i’m kidding, chris. of course i loved it. i love anything you do.”

and it’s true. even before you met him, when you were just a casual fan of 3racha’s music, before you even had a face to put to the sultry voice that echoed through your speakers. even then, you were in love with him.

you ignore the gagging sounds coming from changbin and jisung in the front seat as you lean forward to seal your lips to his.

changbin

you straddle his lap from where he sits on the raggedy tour bus couch, holding a jet black eyeliner pencil in one hand and a soft bristled brush in the other. you’re applying the liner in small, soft strokes, being careful not to mess up. you follow through with the brush, smudging it a bit onto his waterline just the way you know he likes it.

or, the way he knows you like it.

you only realize your tongue was peeking out of your mouth in concentration when he reaches to poke at it with a finger. he playfully frowns at the wetness that transfers and wipes his hand on his stage jeans, looking up at you as if challenging you to scold him for it. you roll your eyes at him instead as you reach over his head, your upper body invading his space as you grab his rings off the counter behind him - not that he ever minded you in his space, he preferred it that way, actually. the amount of time he spends with his head pressed to your chest as you lay together serves as evidence. i want you with me, always, he would tell you while he clung to you with his strong arms. he would drag you up along side him on stage if he could. and you would let him, helpless to his will, even though the thought of being up in front of a crowd terrifies you.

he wants to show you off to the world, showcase your beauty and your wit and your charm so they can fall in love with you the way he has. the desire to keep you to himself and protect you overrules it, though.

you continue your routine, sliding his chunky metal rings on his fingers. you’ve been helping him get ready for his shows for as long as you’ve known him, since the first time he excitedly dragged you to meet his band mates before getting on stage.

“i’ll redo these when we have some free time, yeah?” you say, running your thumb over his nails and taking in the callouses on his fingertips and his chipped nail polish. , enjoying the sensation of the roughness. doing his nails was one of your favorite things to do with him, and his too. it gives you an excuse to hold his hands for a while, and he was addicted to the calmness that took over as he observed your careful swipes of black polish. it was one of the only times you spend together in silence, and while you love the sound of his voice the melody of his slow breathing was sweet to your ears, too.

“yes please,” he says, looking up at you with the softest smile, his eyes staring up at you like you held the stars in the sky. it still baffles you how this charismatic, hard, edgy man you met on stage is really soft as fresh cotton on the inside, and only for you. no one else gets to see this side of him. as it turns out, you’re a little protective, too.

jisung

you didn’t plan to be here. you were supposed to come with a friend, she bought you the ticket for a band you’ve never even heard of, and when she backed out last minute you shrugged your shoulders and went alone anyways.

you surely didn’t expect your breath to be taken away by the lead guitarist.

his torn sleeves show off his lean arms, tattoos rippling on soft, flexed muscle as he plays his guitar with ferocity. his mouth shapes into a smirk as he croons into the microphone, teeth sharp and eyes sultry. you’re entranced, you don’t think you’ve seen a man more beautiful than this in your entire life, and when he turns and meets your eyes you’re lost. his eye contact is intense and smoldering, like the shadow dusted across his lids, and the piercing on his eyebrow is quirking up as he pushes through his lyrics. his mouth is pressed right up against the mic, and you can’t help but wonder how they would feel up against your skin instead.

then he breaks eye contact and the moment is gone, the pressure fizzling out into steam and disappearing into the air. you shake your head, resetting yourself before swaying againt the music, cheeks burning.

when it’s over you exit the back venue doors, immediately turning away from the hoard of screaming fans surrounding the tour bus to the right of the building. you just spent an hour sharing breathing air with this band, you felt no need to stalk outside their tour bus to get another glimpse of them. or at least, that’s what you tell yourself as images of the man on stage flash through your memory.

“what’s a struggling musician have to do to get some attention?” you head a voice say behind you, the soft insecurity you can hear in the words betraying the meaning. you turn around to see han jisung, the man you had just been feet away from while he was playing for his adoring fans. the one who’s eyes you couldn’t look away from, who’s magnetism made you want to walk right up onto that stage.

the one who’s entire demeanor has changed, gone is the confident and alluring rockstar and in his place is a awkward and shy boy in a rockstar’s costume. not that you minded, he was irresistible either way.

“you’re hardly struggling, i’d say.” you quirk a brow, gesturing at the direction of the screaming. the show was sold out, not a single amount of wiggle room was left in the arena.

“ah, it’s nothing,” he shrugs, “i’d trade it all for the right person, anyways.”

“and who is the right person, exactly?”

“why don’t you help me find out?”

he holds out a hand to you, and you take it.

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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could you basketball player! connie forces nerd! black reader to go to his game and he makes out all his shots to her and is just showing out just because she’s there. pleaseee

I swear, I feel like y’all are in my headddd. I was thinking about this the other day, I swear. 😭

connie is undoubtedly one of the school’s best players. Always doing big numbers during his games and keeping eyes on him each time he hits the court. Even recruiters from the NBA have come to scout him out. However, it never quite feels right..sure, he wins and gives an all star performance but the thing he wants most is the one person he wishes could see him play was in the stands. (Y/N) (L/N), the textbook definition of a bookworm and in his honest opinion, the baddest girl on campus. Super smart, gifted and very intelligent, not to mention stunning. It’s those juicy lips always tainted in clear gloss with liner or those big brown eyes concealed behind those wired frames that get him every time. Or those long goddess locs that you’re always twisting around your pencil as you study. What he wouldn’t give to have your pretty self sitting in the rafters, cheering him on. Only problem was, sports weren’t exactly your forte. But when you’re leaving a tutoring session with him one day, he’s constantly begging you to come to his next game as it’s the college playoffs. “That’s sweet of you to invite me, Connie but it’s not really my thing.” So he places a little wager..if he passes his next test, you’ll go. And low and behold, that’s exactly what happens so you’re left with no choice but to uphold your end of the bargain. He’s super ecstatic that his favorite girl is going to be there. “Imma dedicate all my shots to you, you better be watching me.” So it comes time for the game and as promised, (y/n) is there. All dressed up and looking pretty as ever. They’re running drills on the court before they start and he looks up in the stands to see you waving, so he knows exactly what he has to do. The game starts and you cannot believe that you slept for this long. Connie is playing his off; running up and down the court, shooting baskets left and right, he’s giving the other team the absolute work. Even his teammates are in shock. You’re so proud of him that you’re screaming your head off, cheering him on! When it comes time for the final shot..he shoots you a glance, getting a smile in response and of course, he dunks that shit and wins the game. Knowing that you were there was all the motivation he needed. Once it’s over, you come greet him and he’s all giddy. Happy as ever and even more so excited when you give him a peck on the cheek to congratulate him.

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tiathecreator · 9 months

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SWEET. - s. gojo. established relationship. sfw. black reader. banner info.

gojo knows you better than you know yourself.

he knows when you're tired by the twitch of your eyebrow. he knows when you're irritated by the look that you give him, signaling that you're about to verbally ( and possibly physically ) violate who ever is the source of your irritation. he knows when you've come up with a joke by the way you start to smile and attempt to hide it with your hands as you wait to tell your joke.

he knows how you take your coffee and tea. he knows your favorite foods and where to get them from. he knows your favorite colors, artists, authors, brands, and movies. he knows your values and aspirations in life.

he knows even smaller things like you prefer to write in pen because pencil can fade and smudge over time. he knows that you like to keep your thermostat at 70 °F regardless of the season. he knows what you're doing that day based on your shoes.

and he knows that you're in love with him.

he can see it in your eyes and your smile. he can hear it in your voice and your laugh. he can tell by your actions. so he knows it without you telling him.

he still loves it when you do.

it's well after midnight when he enters your shared apartment. there's a stream of light coming from the kitchen and low voices coming from the living room. he knows it's too late for you to be awake and assumes you left the tv on before going to sleep. he shakes his head amused and switches to his slippers before traversing through your apartment.

he stops in the kitchen first, taking note of the meal you prepped and put aside for him before "closing" the kitchen for the night. you even left a note for him, telling him what it is and where he can find more if he needed it. he smiled at the notion before putting the container in refrigerator, not having an appetite for anything other a deep slumber.

as he entered the living room, he was greeted with the sight of you struggling to stay awake as you watched reruns of boondocks episodes. he leaned against the archway, admiring you as you tiredly giggle at one of huey's one liners. you were prepped for bed, dressed in a camisole and boy shorts with your silk bonnet covering your coily afro.

"what're you doing up, baby?" he said, seeming to have just alerted you of his presence as you looked over at him in surprise. he smile widened at your startled expression before walking over to stand in front of the couch.

"was waiting for you. haven't seen much of you lately, so i wanted to make sure you were okay," you mumble out, looking up at him from your seated position.

"aww, worried about little ole me? y'know i'm always okay," gojo assured you, taking your chin in his palm before bending down and placing a chaste peck on your lips. you chased his lips, kiss ending too soon for your liking, but he pulled away and stood straight. "do you do this every night?"

"would you believe me if i said no?" you smiled sheepishly, knowing that he wouldn't be happy to know how often you waited up for him. sometimes you'd even fall asleep on the couch, waking up in the early morning hours to retire to your empty bed.

"baby..." gojo sighed, hands trailing down your arms and to your hands. he grasped your hands, pulling you from the couch and into his arms. you rested your head against his chest, listening to the soothing beat of his heart as he led you to your bedroom.

"i know, i know. i only do it when you don't say when you'll be home. i just miss you and want you safe. that's all," you mumble out, wrapping your arms around him and shuffling closer. gojo felt what was left of his stress melt away as you secured your arms around him. he paused in his walking and gazed down at you.

as a sorcerer, there were many times when gojo wouldn't be home for days at a time. he always made his best effort to inform you and would even give you updates during meal times. there were a few instances in which you'd send him a video of you doing any little task and would talk as if he was there with you. there wasn't a lot of time for calls, so these video memos were the perfect way to see you and hear your voice.

"hm?" you look up at him, chin resting on his chest. gojo smiled softly at you, bending down for another kiss. this one was a bit longer and much deeper as you pushed yourself towards his lips. it was still soft like a sweet whisper, the silence screaming the unsaid love confessions. gojo pulled away, observing you again before continuing to walk.

"you're so sweet."

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courtingchaos · 1 year

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Interruption

A/N: You get a graphic so you know what I’m referencing. It’s just some fluff about putting makeup on Eddie 💋. Also, listen to this while reading. It’s what prompted it.

“You’re only allowed to stay in here if you stop pinching my ass, Ed.”

“You keep leaning over the counter, what do you want me to do?” He’s sitting on the toilet lid watching you do your makeup, choosing the most opportune time of eyeliner placement, to pinch your butt through your soft shorts.

“You could have done it when I was putting on my foundation, not when I have wood near my eye.”

“I can put some wood near your eye.”

“Jesus christ…”

He leans his chin onto his folded up hands on the countertop to look up at you. “You love me.”

“Yeah, but right now I’m about to donkey kick you.” Dragging the liner across your eyelid you can see him moving slowly toward you. “I’m serious. Pinch me and you’re gonna end up with a face full of makeup.”

His hand shoots out and he pinches you a few times in succession. You stare at him while he does it, tongue poking out of his mouth.

“So, do you want me to do your make up?”

He won’t look up at you instead keeping his fingers wound up in the fabric of your shorts.

“Maybe.” Suddenly bashful. Awfully quiet. That bouncing energy snuffed out in favor of nuzzling his cheek into his own hand still laying on the counter. “Nothin’ crazy. I just can’t ever get the eyeliner worked out.” His fingers move to the curled hem of your shorts to tug lightly and you feel your fondness for him grow another root.

“Baby, I can do it for you if you want.”

“I don’t want to interrupt.”

“I mean…you kind of already did that.” You smile down at him. He gives you a half nod of agreement and drops the hand tooling with your shorts. “So what are you looking for?”

“Something simple I think?”

“We leaning more Simmons or more Snider?”

“Jesus, neither. Too much.”

You consider him for a moment, tapping your pencil against your chin. You picture his big brown eyes in dark winged liner, grey smudged up under his eyebrows. A brush of blush up his cheeks. You could define those and the sides of his nose and really give him that chiseled look. You’re already subconsciously digging through your cosmetics bag for your Fire and Ice tube; you picture that blue toned red on his soft lips and you’ve made up his mind for him. There’s a merging of the cover from an old Hit Parader magazine you have hidden from Eddie and, well, Eddie.

“How do you feel about going the Tommy Lee direction?” You ask finally and Eddie gives you a grimace. He curls his lip at you and groans. “Unfortunately, yeah. I think so.”

“Perfect.”

He sits still while you work. Lets you do foundation and bronzer and blush and only asks questions in between your movements.

“Is this how much you use?”

“Let me smell that.”

“These brushes are soft.”

“That tickles, how do you do this every day?”

“Sit. Still.” You warn him, standing over him with his knees between yours. “I don’t want to poke your eye out.” You sharpen your eyeliner to a point and then grab his face to tilt it. “Close your eye.”

He keeps looking at you for a second while you stand close before he obliges and you use your thumb to pull his eyelid taut.

“You want a wing or you want it smoked?”

“Whatever you’d like.” He says in a hushed tone before pressing a dry kiss to your wrist. You watch him stay as still as he can under you, his half smile warm and relaxed. You take your time with drawing on the wing, making sure to not catch his long lashes. His eyelids twitch under the unfamiliar pressure but you go gently. You’ve got his head titled up so you can see better in the bathroom lighting and his breath breezes over your neck. He brings his hands up behind your thighs slowly so you don’t jump, just to rest them there while you lean over his face. You get the liner done and he stays leaned back but peeks out at you from low lids.

“Ah, not yet.” You drop the liner and dig around for your little quad set of grey shadows. “I got this and lipstick left.” You hold the little plastic case up with the tube of lipstick.

“Lipstick too?”

“You said you wanted makeup, I’m giving you makeup.” You rub your thumb into the shimmery grey and smudge it under the front of his eyebrow in the divot there. He pinches his eyebrows close when you do that, huffing through his nose.

“Oh you’re fine.” You drop the shadow and move to open your lipstick but he opens his eyes and looks up at you with shining eyes. His hands grip a little tighter on your thighs and you take a deep breath.

“You have such pretty eyes.” You push his hair back, dragging your thumb over his forehead.

“Thank you.”

“Seriously. Got them big ‘ol cow eyes.” A kiss on the tip of his nose. “Big brown cosmos.” Another kiss between his brows. “What secrets are you hiding in there? Hm?” Two light kisses on the crinkled outer corners of his eyes so you don’t disturb his makeup. Eddie laughs, his cheeks pinker than the blush you’d brushed on.

“Stop.”

“What?” You run your hands into his hair to hold him back. “Telling the truth? Do you want me to lie Eddie?”

“No but…”

“Is it because I used pretty?”

Eddie rolls his eyes but doesn’t make contact with you again, instead choosing to stare at the plain white shower curtain. “No, pretty is fine.”

“You are though.” You give his head a little wiggle so he looks at you again. “Pretty. Especially your eyes.”

He keeps blushing and laughing quietly, a small pinch in his smile that makes you keep going.

“I’m serious. All you gotta do is flash those cry baby eyes at me and I’ll do whatever you need.”

“Pfft, sure.”

“You wanna try it out, sucker? Ask me anything.”

He searches your face full of glee before he makes his eyes big and round, a little pout on his lips.

“Will you pretty please finish this makeup so I can look?” He says in a rarely used baby voice. You gasp comically loud and pop open the lipstick with your thumb.

“For you baby? Anything.” You make your voice low and husky on the ‘anything’. Pinch his cheeks between your fingers so he’ll purse his lips and he makes like a goldfish and makes kissy noises while you try to smooth on the bright red lipstick.

It’s a feat for sure and you only have to wipe away a few mistakes but you lean back finally and observe your work, his face still pinched between your fingers.

“Can I look now?” He mumbles.

“Let me fix your hair.” You rake it back down his forehead and fluff up the crown of his head to try and get that hair sprayed look. “Okay. Don’t laugh, I’ve never done makeup on a boy before.”

He spins up off the toilet lid to grab the counter and stare closely at himself. You hold your breath, hoping he doesn’t think you’ve made him look like a clown. His eyes zoom around all corners of his face and he pokes and prods at newly painted skin. He moves his head around to different angles and when he looks down his nose you bite your lips between your teeth to hold in an excited whine.

He looks like the cover of that Hit Parader. Eyes half lidded, mouth open on a slight grin.

You’d die if Eddie found your small stash of Motley Crue posters, but he’s giving you a pretty solid copy of Tommy Lee and you have to hold your hands together to stop from groping him.

“Do you like it?” You whisper behind your clasped hands. Eddie raises his eyebrows and looks at you in the mirror over his shoulder.

“Did you make me look like that magazine shoved under your mattress?” The way your face falls makes him laugh and turn around. “Oh baby, it’s okay! They’re pretty I get it!” You try to back up but the door stops you and Eddie gets his arms wrapped around you so he can smush you into his chest.

“Eddie! Why are you digging around my room!” You yell into his shirt and he just laughs at your minor distress.

“I was looking for a vibrator that I’m sure you have and I found your dirty secrets in that shoebox.” He shifts side to side rocking the two of you while you pound weakly on his chest with your trapped fists. “Motley Crue and Poison? What terrible taste in music!”

“It’s not the music it’s the men in lipstick! I was weak! I am weak!” You wail, still pounding.

“I know baby, pretty boys in eyeliner.” He places a fat kiss on your cheek, leaving a big red lip print. “Oh now that’s pretty.” He gives you another one next to that and when you start laughing he starts pecking around your face until you look like a bugs bunny cartoon. “All you need are little hearts coming off your head and I’ve got a whole Tex Avery cartoon to myself.” He laughs and you slap his shoulder.

“Do you like it?”

“I love it.”

“Good.”

He walks you into the door and you run the tip of your thumb along the feathered edge of his lips.

“Do you like it enough to let me make a mess of it?” Your thumb pulls his lip down to create a smear of red down his chin.

Eddie gets a look in his eye. “Are you trying to Kickstart My Heart?” He can barely make it through his terrible pun without laughing and you groan like you’re in physical pain.

“Please get the fuck out of my house.”

“Nope, I’m Dr. Feelgood and I’m here to make you feel alright.”

“That wasn’t even good!”

Eddie shuts you up with a kiss, lipstick sliding over your bare lips and you forget about his teasing. When he turns you back to the counter and helps you sit on the edge he wedges himself between your thighs and gets in your space, breath mingling with yours. His eyes flick down to your lips to survey his smeared damage.

“That color looks good on you.”

“It looks good on you too.”

“I think it’d look good in other places too.” He wiggles his eyebrows and leans in to attack your neck and if he spends the next hour leaving red marks in hard to reach places, that’s between you and him and your hidden posters.

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kyusunyu · 5 months

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SUNWOO ↳ “𝕺𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖚𝖕𝖔𝖓 𝖆 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊”

a TBZ frat boyz series.

kim sunwoo x f!reader :: ex lovers/soulmate tropes

warnings: some explicit content 👀, hardly smutty. lots of feels though. (rough edit)

𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔲𝔭𝔬𝔫 𝔞 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔞 𝔥𝔬𝔱 𝔰𝔬𝔠𝔠𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔢𝔞𝔪 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔡𝔦𝔤𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴-𝔦𝔱-𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔫’𝔰 𝔣𝔲𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔫…

“Bite me.”

you were a realist.

far from delusional,

even if the stars aligned on a full moon night.

nothing could convince you to believe that a frat party would be a hell of a good time.

“I have too much shit.” you annunciate, yeeting a pencil in your best friend’s general direction. “Ask Mina. I’m sure she’d find sweaty people and an uncanny amount of booze fun.”

your model of a roommate sulks.

bummed you weren’t like the rest of the girls around here.

like who in their right mind would decline an invite to the biggest frat house in SK?

“Leave it to you to pass on a good time. Boo, tomatoes.”

you send her a merciless smile. “I feel less of a detriment to society this way. Have you seen me in anything other than sweats and a hoodie? It takes effort to look as good as you. Effort I cannot spare for myself.”

“Talk about dramatic.”

dramatics aside,

there was nothing that could possibly be done to drag you out of this dorm room and into the pits of hell called TBZ.

that godforsaken frathood might drive you off a cliff.

you’ll give them the benefit of the doubt.

they were far from hideous— a sight for sore eyes really.

intelligent, sociable, and athletic.

all 11 of them.

even if 2 happened to be both your exes.

once upon a time..

“Well, i’m leaving.” the gorgeous red head flips her hair, model figure hugged in the little black dress she sported. “If i’m not back by morning, send a search party. I love you! Don’t study too hard my little book worm.”

yes.

there were some perks to being roommates and best friend’s with your polar opposite.

a stable social life.

free clothes.

and invites to the biggest parties?

too bad you hardly found any of those to be useful to you.

“Hello?”

“Y/n?” her voice sounds irritated, slightly slurred and strained against the echoing music of the party. “Y/n, can you come get me? Fuck— these people are losers. I’m drunk.”

you grimace.

she’s upset.

it’s only midnight and of all people—

Taeri was upset.

“Did something happen?” you mumble sleepily, sitting up to turn on a light. “Are you okay? DId someone hurt you?”

too drunk to process the question, she groans. “Will you just please come and get me? I feel like I’m gonna explode.”

“O-okay, just give me a couple—“

the call flat lines.

great.

the day has finally come that the stars aligned on a full moon night.

albeit, you still didn’t think the frat party was gonna be a good time,

but i guess you’ll bite.

it didn’t take long to wash up a little, whipping out one of Taeri’s hand me down’s.

10 minutes longer and you had your liner drawn and a simple red tint to your velvet lips.

you absolutely dreaded having to face the day you’d ever come to this—

a strapless top, tight jeans and mid height high heels.

but you had some class.

you weren’t gonna be a detriment to society by showing up in half ass pj’s.

“Hey.”

the hottie by the door makes a double take.

“H-hello.”

your forehead creases, eyes looking into the still much alive party. “Aren’t you gonna ask for my name, pretty boy?”

pretty boy doesn’t respond.

honestly, too stunned to answer.

because god damn.

god damn—

“Damnit.” Eric blinks furiously, wiping at his shirt upon spilling some of his drink. “Sorry, name?”

“Y/n.”

“Y/n, you’re on the list— Y/n?”

at this point, he’s completely disregarded his drink.

the rest spilling all over his thousand dollar shoes.

“Y/n.” you affirm with a slight chuckle. “Taeri called. Is she alright?”

no, of course she’s not.

the sole reason for her coming, being her ex boyfriend who happens to live here—

who undoubtedly was the cause of the phone call in the first place

“Well all hell hasn’t broke loose yet.” Eric manages to make it through a sentence. “You don’t normally come to these things, don’t you? Taeri said you’re not much of a party goer.”

“Great observation, pretty boy. I was summoned. If Taeri wasn’t in trouble, why’d she call me then?”

he aimlessly shrugs. “Hyunjae hasn’t touched your hot model bestie all night. I mean Sunwoo’s back in town so maybe—“

oh god.

OH MY GOD.

fucking hell on earth.

“Hey, didn’t you and Sunwoo—“

“No I don’t know a Sunwoo.” he elicits a pressed panicked grin by you. “And Sunwoo doesn’t know me. Are we understanding each other? Do I make myself clear, pretty boy.”

the pretty boy grins back. “Fucking crystal.”

you pray to the stars in the sky to disarrange.

you pray for anything but the storm that brews ahead.

you pray for the sake of your roommate,

that this was nothing but a coincidence.

“— that Sunwoo’s back in town, can you believe it?”

you refrain from putting that stranger into a chokehold.

wanting nothing but to be home in your covers.

you’re no cinderella but,

it’s past your damn bedtime.

“Where the fuck is she?” you mumble to yourself incoherently, searching the heavily intoxicated crowd for your best friend.

leave it to her to make you the damn search party.

these heels were killing you.

but those heels on you weren’t just killing you,

it was killing everyone else too.

“You won’t believe who just walked in.” Eric came back to his group of troublemakers, kissing his lips through a devious smirk. “God damn, you won’t believe me when I tell you. Who just walked through our fucking doors.”

Sunwoo’s a little less interested.

tired is a simple word to describe his current attitude.

he just got back into town, man.

it’s been a stressful week for him.

the last thing he wants to deal with was Eric’s crazed nonsense.

Hyunjae’s shoulder’s perk from on top of the counter. “If you’re talking about my god forsaken ex again, we’ve already crossed paths. Like fourth party in a row.”

“Not your ex.”

Eric’s feverish.

he’s only heard about the legend of y/n.

the closed-off maths geek Sunwoo had a boner for freshman year.

the hardly qualified best friend of the hottest model on campus.

“But she’s so fucking hot though.” Eric dreamily drools, nodding from the corner in which they gather. “She’s drop dead gorgeous, Sunwoo. How could a star soccer player like you, drop a once in a lifetime shot like that?”

“What the fuck are you on about, you— you’re kidding.”

the star soccer player can’t remember the last time he saw you.

well, to be fair, the last time he saw you,

you were in an oversized hoodie, worn-in sneakers, and sweats doubled your size.

now people are expecting him to believe his ex girlfriend stalked the halls of his house—

in stunning Louboutins nonetheless.

leather tight top hiked too far up the stomach, cleavage half out and bed hair making you look like a 5-star Michelin.

those heels.

the heels are killing him on you, he doesn’t know what to do.

“You’re fucking kidding.” Juyeon jumps from his seat, the rest of the males following suit like a pack of hungry wolves. “That’s her?”

Sangyeon whistles at all that. “I’ll be damned.”

Sunwoo can’t say a thing.

nope.

he’s not allowed to.

leave it to you to sweep the entire party of their feet right after he did.

“Taeri!” you call, unbeknownst to the lingering eyes around you. “Taeri, where are you!”

your heels click at the tiles,

excusing yourself in the crowd like the prim you are.

noting to run as soon as you find,

“Kim Sunwoo.”

your breath’s taken away.

haphazard and eyes blown out of their sockets.

you can’t run if he’s the one that finds you.

“Sunwoo, I—“

he doesn’t let you manage even a word.

clearly won’t let you say a thing.

not that you weren’t allowed to.

after all,

he’s the one that got away.

“Not you.” you tear his hands from tugging on your wrists. “Of anyone in this damn frat house, not you, Kim Sunwoo. I want absolutely nothing to do with you.”

leave it to Sunwoo to look at you like the mad man he is.

the hot shot playboy of IST,

this was your sumptuous ex boyfriend.

your only ex boyfriend.

“— the last thing I want to see. Get away from me.”

his eyes roll and he pins you to the wall of his bedroom,

making sure to lock the door behind you.

“The last thing I want to see is my beloved ex girlfriend showing up half naked at one of my frat parties. But life’s unfair isn’t it?”

he elicits a pitiful snort and you dare yourself to retort back. “The thought never bothered you before when you begged me to be your damn side piece, once upon a time.”

“Once upon a time, you were mine. Let me make myself very clear, you were my girl. And right now, I don’t get that luxury— i’m not allowed to call you that.”

“If you’re looking for permission, you’re far from it. I’m not here for you, i’m here for Taeri.”

Sunwoo’s never liked that girl.

always trying to get you to wear the skankiest clothes.

present you like a centerpiece.

taking you whenever she wanted.

(she had her work cut for her)

when all he wanted was you all to himself.

“Trying to prove yourself by being hotter than her?”

you pry his body off of you,

heated.

absolutely heated you could explode.

“Trying to prove myself by not being a damn joke. Isn’t that what I was to you, once upon a time Kim Sunwoo? The reason you dropped me because I could never prove myself to be the girlfriend in Kim Sunwoo’s hot fucking life.”

his chest rises and falls as fast as his blood boils.

he always loved firing you up.

you were so hot, he couldn’t tell you why.

but he always wanted to strip you out of your oversized clothes and get you completely naked anyway.

the thrill of seeing you naked being a blessing in disguise.

right now,

you were already half way there.

“I loved you.”

“Loved me?” you laugh incredulously. “The sex was good but other than that, what can you say you loved about me? Other than lying to my face, nearly ripping out my hair, telling me your cock only belonged to me? But digging it inside other women like that didn’t matter at all.”

he’s taken by surprise.

that dirty mouth of yours.

he’s been needing a stress relief.

and suddenly, he’s not that stressed about any of his circumstances.

especially the ones he faces right now.

in fact, he’s more laxed than he’s ever been in his entire life.

“Still thinking about my cock, are you?”

“Yours and 5 others, baby. It stopped being all about—“

his lips crash against yours and the wall is suddenly your best friend.

so much for Taeri—

god, Kim Sunwoo was just so irresistible.

“You.” he growls into your lips while ripping off his shirt. “It’s always been all about you, hasn’t it?”

an arduous moan escapes your tethered lips,

melting in the hands of your inconceivable ex boyfriend.

“Im gonna make those 5 others look like training wheels, baby. I’m going to make sure you know who you belong to.”

it’s been 2 years.

you weren’t gonna wallow over your breakup with Sunwoo forever.

yes, you’ve slept with other people but damn.

other people will never be Kim Sunwoo.

“I won’t even have to beg for you to be my side piece when i’m finished with you.”

Taeri and Hyunjae were fine.

Taeri was upset but hey,

Hyunjae beat you to it anyway.

while Sunwoo’s beating into you,

Taeri stops to look at her ex, “Have you seen y/n? She said she was gonna come get me.”

Taeri’s never really liked Sunwoo for you either.

he was always possessive.

always center of fucking attention.

too big and mighty for her little know it all.

but god damn.

if there was anyone who made you happier than she’s ever seen you,

it was that poor unfortunate soul.

“She’s gonna eat him alive.” Taeri chuckles with her hand on her ex’s lap. “Poor thing, y/n’s balled up her anger for him for years. You think he’s gonna be okay?”

that was the thrill of you, you know.

always one step ahead of everyone else,

Sunwoo had to put a leash on you.

he was so tired of chasing,

“You’ve let go, Sunwoo.” you’re hyperventilating over his broad chest. “Where’s all that control you had now?”

you were gonna be the death of him.

he had to juggle loving you, paying the frat, his soccer career—

“I’m sorry.”

3 rounds later and Sunwoo’s spent.

ravishing in your beauty,

the yearning of something he didn’t think he needed in a long time.

you made him the happiest man alive once upon a time.

“I don’t deserve you.”

3 rounds later and you were convinced.

ravishing in his warmth and comfort—

you haven’t felt this content in a long time.

“You deserved all of me.”

you loved him.

god you loved him and you don’t know how to stop.

2 years later and he’s still the man you love.

“I loved your wide smile. I craved your touch. I wanted your attention every damn day and you deserved every minute of having me. I loved everything about you, Kim Sunwoo. But you made that decision to let me go a long time ago.”

he kisses the places your tears stain,

fingers shakily threading through your now long hair.

“I was tired of convincing myself all of that were true. Tell me, baby. What else did you love about me?”

you catch your breath, nose brushed against his.

“Your eyes. Your nose. Your dick.”

his throaty laugh fills your ears like music on christmas morning. “What else, baby?”

you lean in, humming against his cheek.

eyes shut in absolute bliss.

remembering the subtle scent of bergamot and sage that stained his skin.

“Your lips? The way they move when you kiss me. How they feel when you tell me you love me.”

his arms clasp around your hips.

high on your euphoria with you pressed against him like this.

the stars were in his favor tonight.

perfectly aligned in the sky when he finally tells you,

“I love you.”

you’re convinced he’s joking.

you have to convince yourself he was making you a joke.

but Sunwoo holds you like he’s gonna lose you.

afraid you were gonna let go.

“I’ll never deserve you but i’ll love you for the rest of my life if I have to in order to convince myself I do.”

“What do you love about me, Kim Sunwoo?”

the full moon is in your favor.

illuminating the room just enough to meet his colorful eyes.

just enough color to remember how he looked at you once upon a time.

“That you’ll be the only girl that I get to love in my entire life. I don’t want to be with anyone else but you, baby. Not even if the stars start crossing in the sky.”

you a side piece?

hardly.

no, Kim Sunwoo never left your side.

he was like an overbearing parasite,

only having to move elsewhere when he wanted to be on top.

or when he kneels in front of you to ask you to be his wife.

and to think he would’ve had to beg once upon a time.

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