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sugarnspice630 · 2 months

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Movie Night - Yunho x Reader

“If you can’t stay awake, I’ll give you a reason to stay awake.”

•pairing: softdom!yunho x fem!reader

•word count: 1.9k

•tags: mdni, golden retriever Yunho turns soft dom, vertically challenged reader, reader has never seen the Spider-Man movies, Yunho is a MASSIVE ass guy, teasing, butt foundling, reader falls asleep, somnophilia if you squint, cockwarming, ...did I miss anything? probably

Summary: Having a movie date night with Yunho, but you find yourself falling asleep, so Yunho does the only thing he can think of to keep you awake

A/N: Inspired by my Thighs, Tits, or Ass man Ateez edition post! Sorry to anyone who has seen the Spider-Man movies (I have not). Please be sure to drop a like, reblog if you enjoyed it, and comment your favorite part! Happy reading!

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It was movie date night with Yunho! You were so excited to have the whole evening with just the two of you. Your objective was to watch the entire Spider-Man movie series, cause you had never seen them before and he was dying to share them with you. Were superhero movies your favorite thing in the world? No, but you agreed to watch them because Yunho loves them. You could never turn down any request he had, especially when he gave you those soft eyes. It makes your heart melt every time.

Yunho was busy preparing the living room for the movie night while you took it upon yourself to make the popcorn. A huge bowl of it to make it through all the movies. You had to stand on your tippy toes to put the first bag into the microwave. Balancing yourself against the counter and stretching your calves and arms as far as they would go to get the bag in. You heard a soft chuckle from behind and felt Yunho’s body pushing against you. You tilted your head back and looked up at him, and he looked down at you. He closed the door to the microwave and pushed the buttons for you, with a smile on his face the whole time.

“Figured you needed some help.”

“I could have managed!” He softly chuckles at your retaliation.

"Right, right, sorry.” He gently rubbed up and down your sides with his frame still pushed against you. Resting his head on top of yours and staying close to you for a few minutes. He gently kissed the top of your head before tracing his hands down to your butt. Gently squeezing both cheeks and massaging. You felt your face get warm.

“Yuyu!” You drew out his name in a playful manner.

“Sorry baby! I just couldn’t help it.” It also didn’t help that you were wearing pajama shorts that just covered your cheeks, and the fabric was a little thin. You could feel him from behind you, but it wasn't hard. The timer for the popcorn bag went off, and Yunho took one hand off your butt and opened the door for you. He grabbed the bag and set it on the counter in front of you.

“Thank you~!” He softly patted your head and gave you a smile before making his way back to the living room to wait for you. You took the bag, carefully opening it to not burn yourself, and poured it into a big bowl for you two to share, taking out all of the kernels that did not get popped. You carried the bowl into the living room and smiled when you saw Yunho sitting there, all sprawled out on the couch, looking comfortable. Setting the bowl down on the table in a spot that would be easy for both of you to reach. The atmosphere was perfect to watch movies together at home. The lights were dimmed, but not enough to affect navigating your way around the furniture. The room temperature was perfect—warm enough that you would not need a blanket while also allowing the extra warmth from cuddling up together.

You walked around the table to sit down on the couch next to Yunho. In the meantime, he propped his feet up on the table at an angle to allow you to curl in underneath his arms. Before you could sit down, he gave you this cocky smirk and used his toes to kick the remote off the table, landing behind you. You placed your hands on your hips and scoffed playfully.

“Really?”

“My foot slipped.” He said nonchalantly, still keeping that smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes and smirked back at him. Turning around, you bent over at the waist to pick up the remote. While bent over, you could just feel Yunho’s eyes drilling into you. You took your time picking up the remote, just to tease him even further. As you came back up, you turned around quickly, hoping to catch Yunho lacking, but he was staring straight ahead. He must have directed his gaze away just before you turned around.

“I know you were staring.”

“Perhaps I was, perhaps I wasn’t. You’ll never know~.” Still staring straight ahead. You lightly slapped his shoulder before sitting down next to him and getting comfortable. He extended his arm around your shoulders and pulled you in close. You handed the remote to him and let him pick the first movie you were going to watch.

“This is important, so you have to pay attention.” He said enthusiastically, excited to share his interests. The golden retriever energy was strong at this moment. You swore that if he had a tail, it would be wagging like crazy right now.

“Hard to do that when you’re here too.” He just smiled at your sly comment, and you nuzzled up against him.

The movie started to play, and you watched intently. Your eyes were trying to follow everything that was happening on screen, which proved to be difficult at times because there was so much happening, but you managed. Yunho would occasionally speak up during a quiet part to tell you something really awesome was coming up. About halfway through the movie, you noticed your eyes were getting heavy, so you tried to blink away the tiredness, but it just kept coming back to haunt you. You wanted to stay awake and watch the movies with Yunho. You tapped Yunho on the leg two times to indicate you were going to change positions. You opted for laying your head in his lap and laying sideways, still facing the TV. He softly placed his hand on your side and gently rubbed. More minutes of the movie go by, and you are still fighting tiredness. You find your eyes closing, only to immediately open them back up wide to focus back on the movie. You have missed most of the last quarter of the movie by now, considering how many times your eyes have opened and closed. Yunho noticed this, and one time when you didn’t open your eyes right away, he slightly flicked your side.

“Ya, pay attention Y/N. You keep falling asleep.”

“I know Yunho; I’m sorry. It is interesting; I just can’t keep my eyes open.”

“Well here, sit up and come over here.” Yunho shifts in his spot a little and invites you to sit up in his lap. You picked yourself up and moved to sit on his lap, still facing the TV. He placed his hands back at your side to support you sitting on him. You looked back and looked at Yunho’s face. He was smirking at you softly and rubbing your sides while he looked at you. He placed a soft kiss on your cheek, and you turned your attention back to the movie. You then felt Yunho lean a bit closer to you and felt his breath near your ear.

“If you can’t stay awake, I’ll give you a reason to stay awake.” His tone was low, and it made your face heat up a little. You continued to stay focused on the movie, and soon after, the credits began to roll. Just because this movie was over did not mean you were done; no, you had all the other movies in the series to get through. He picked up the remote and started the next movie in the series.

Tiredness began to take over you again, but you swore to stay awake for Yunho. Hiding your subtle yawns and slow blinks the best you could. Eventually, you find your head bobbing to the side and your eyes closing. This time, you did not wake up as quickly as before. Yunho took notice of your sleeping figure and decided to do something about it. He took one hand and shifted his hips to pull his sweatpants and underwear down. Then, he grabbed your face harshly, which caused you to jolt awake. He turned his hand to turn your face toward him. You stared at him with a shocked expression.

“I told you if you couldn’t stay awake, I’d give you a reason to stay awake. Take your shorts and underwear off.” He sounded annoyed, so you didn’t want to piss him off any further. You obeyed him and lifted yourself up by your knees, slid off your shorts and underwear, with his help, of course, then sat back down on his lap. To your surprise, you felt his bare skin touching yours. You felt something slightly poking your behind as well.

“Lift your hips back up baby.” He whispered to you, and you lifted your hips slightly, removing his hand from your face to help you out. Yunho took that opportunity to guide his semi-hard dick to your entrance. “Alright, sit back down slowly.” Yunho placed his hands back on your side as you slowly sat yourself back on his lap. You whimpered softly as his thick dick stretched out your opening. You softly bit your lip and felt Yunho push your hips down to put all your weight on him. “You’re going to pay attention now, yes?” You nodded your head softly, your brain becoming clouded by how big Yunho is inside you.

You were having a slightly hard time focusing on the movie, but for a different reason. It was not because you were tired; it was because you could feel your boyfriend’s cock inside you getting harder, and he would twitch every so often. Your heart rate was so harsh and heavy that you could feel it in your pussy. You were almost certain Yunho could feel it too, because he would grunt or groan with pleasure every time you felt it. Yunho wiggled in his seat a little, but really to try to push himself further inside you. You softly moaned, and you felt one of Yunho’s hands leave your side and come up to cover your mouth. He leaned closer to your body, which only pushed his cock into you in a different direction, causing you to moan again and flutter your eyes.

“No talking during the movie love~.” You felt his warm breath near your ear. “You need to focus~.”

“I-I can’t-.” You tried to say it quietly, but Yunho’s hand over your mouth muffled your words.

“What? Couldn’t hear you baby. Could you say that again?” He moved his hand off your mouth a little to allow you to speak.

“I can’t-!” Before you could finish your sentence, Yunho rammed his hips up into you, causing your words to get cut off and you to let out a loud moan. He leaned his body back up against your back and whispered in your ear again.

“I’m giving you one more chance to stay quiet before I completely ruin you; do you understand?” Nodding your head quickly and breathing heavily, you directed your attention back to the movie once again, but Yunho was too far in his head now. He knew you didn’t really care for the movie and just wanted to sit on his dick for the rest of the night, so he lazily rolled his hips up and down to push himself around. Smirking to himself as he could hear just the faintest of whimpers coming from you as you stayed focused on the screen. You could not grasp onto anything that was happening, but to trick Yunho into thinking you were watching, you stayed facing forward and fixed your eyes on the screen.

This was going to be a long night.

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shuadotcom · 1 year

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Stay ‘Till Sunrise | HJS + KMG (M)

☀ Summary: After years of pining and lusting over your best friends, your desperation finally gets the better of you and you decide enough is enough. Tonight is the night you’ll risk ruining the friendship to be with them in every way you can.

☀ Pairing: Joshua Hong x Fem!Reader x Kim Mingyu

☀ Genres & AUs: Smut, fluff, friends to lovers au, non!idol au, polyam au, porn with the barest of plots

☀ Rating: 18+ (MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED)

☀ Warnings: Profanity (especially the f bomb), alcohol, oral (f. receiving), creampie, pussy slapping (like 3 times?), squirting, spanking, hair pulling, choking, double penetration, unprotected sex, anal (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), dirty talk, kinda dom!shua, switch!gyu, subby!reader, praise and pet names (babygirl, pretty girl, darling)

☀ Words: 9.1k

☀ Note: This was a dream I had that I needed to put together in fic form and write so it will leave my head!! It’s also inspired by Ruin The Friendship by Demi Lovato! Big thank you to @sun-kore for being my amazing, wonderful beta! ❤️ And thank you sosososo much @playmetheclassics \ @classicscreations for this beautiful banner that I’m still obsessed with!! 😍

Tagging the lovely @the-boy-meets-evil because she asked 💛

Okay, you can finally admit it: you want to fuck your best friends.

Well, you want to do more than that. You want Joshua and Mingyu to take you out on dates and call you pet names no matter how corny and old-school they are. You want Mingyu to make you romantic dinners to celebrate milestones together and you want Joshua to make you a beaded bracelet every birthday filled with heart shapes and pastel colors.

You want the three of you to spend lazy mornings laying in bed, sharing body warmth and cuddling until you get hungry or someone has to pee. You want to spend holidays and anniversaries with them. You want to hold Joshua’s perfect hands and place kisses on Mingyu's perfect nose and be the most sickeningly cute, perfect polycule with them.

Every time you see a couple doing cutesy, cheesy couple things your mind always wanders to Joshua and Mingyu, imagining the three of you doing it too and your heart feels so warm at the thought.

Of course, when all of your soft thoughts of light kisses and hand-holding drift away they’re replaced with some not-so-soft thoughts.

Thoughts of Joshua using his big hands to choke you while he fucks you into your mattress and images of Mingyu’s strong arms gripping your legs hard as he makes you cum on his face over and over again. Your laundry list of dirty things you want to do with the two of them is long and extensive but then again how could it not be when they look the way they do?

You’ve known them for five years thanks to your roommate Seungcheol who’s known them for longer. Somewhere after the year three mark of knowing them, feelings for the two men morphed from friendly love for your sweet friends who do nice things for you all of the time to the realization that all of these sweet things have stacked up in your heart to accumulate to the massive, embarrassing, crush you have on them now.

You love your whole group of friends of course, but they’ve always been the sweetest and easiest to get along with. You can always laugh at the same things as them, eat the same foods, and open up to them more than any of your other friends. Joshua and Mingyu make you feel safe and loved and cared for so of course your heart was bound to belong to them both.

They also happen to be some of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen in your life.

Your eyes wander to Mingyu at this thought at his spot in the kitchen. He’s leaning back against the counter as he waits for the popcorn in the microwave. His arms are crossed as he scrolls on his phone and his long, dark hair hangs in his face. The slightly curly locks look soft and you know they are, seeing as you use every opportunity to playfully run your fingers through them.

He reaches up then, carding his fingers through the strands and you eye the wonderful way his biceps flex when he does, the sleeves of his t-shirt very noticeably hugging his arm. The arms that are so deliciously toned and hard that let you know just how strong Mingyu is and how easily he could probably toss you around and -

The ding of the microwave jolts you out of your long-running thirst thoughts about your friend. Joshua laughs from next to you, playfully poking your side.

“Did the microwave scare you?”

“I was zoning out!”

“Clearly. What were you even thinking about that hard?”

About one of my best friends absolutely wrecking my body in the most sinful of ways.

“Uh, my uh glass is empty. I was contemplating getting up for another drink.” You nod towards your empty glass on the coffee table, your skin burning up at getting caught fantasizing. It’s not a complete lie - before you were consumed with your constant Minshua fantasies, you had in fact been thinking about getting up for another drink.

But then Mingyu got up to make popcorn and you watched him walk away in his gray sweatpants at the same time that Joshua shifted on the couch and his thigh grazed yours and yeah. That’s how you ended up in such a daze.

“Oh, I’ll make you another.”

“No! You don’t have to!” You reach out to grab the glass before he can take it, but he simply bats your hand away and snatches it at the same time he gets up from the couch.

“Nope, I’m doing it.” He sends you a smile that has your heart doing cartwheels.

God, he’s so fucking sweet. You want to suck him off so badly.

“Me too?!” Mingyu points to his half-empty cup on the coffee table. He’s returned to his spot on the couch next to you, the bowl of popcorn balancing in one hand.

“What, are your legs broken? Guess you should’ve made it when you were up.”

“You’re mean!” Mingyu accuses, a pout forming on his face.

Joshua just chuckles at him, blowing him a kiss in response as he reaches the kitchen.

You’re so in love with them it’s disgusting.

He keeps a playful smile on his face as he makes your drink and it quickly morphs into determination as he eyes the different alcohols. You haven’t looked at him straight on since he and Mingyu arrived earlier in the evening for your bi-weekly movie night. You’re still both thanking and cursing the rest of your friend group for having plans and leaving you with your two biggest weaknesses tonight.

Joshua leans over the sink to rinse out your glass and the button-down he’s wearing - that’s already undone way too far in your opinion - exposes more of his smooth chest and it takes everything in you not to gape so openly. He’s nowhere as big as Mingyu, but you know for certain they’ve gone to the gym many times together and you know Joshua’s also built in a way that has you blushing and kicking your feet like a mad woman. He’s constantly wearing shirts that show off all of the honeyed skin of his neck, just begging to be covered in marks. And oh how badly do you want those marks to come from your lips and teeth.

“Can I put something else on?” Mingyu directs the question at both of you but is reaching over you already to grab the remote.

His body is so warm and he smells so good and you’re back to focusing on him again. The urge to reach out and cup his face just to gaze at him up close is strong, but you keep yourself composed.

“If you put on Spiderman one more time, I’m going to bite you,” you warn him, watching him open the search bar on the streaming menu.

“Come on! Every time we have movie night you and Shua try to put on too many scary movies!”

“The last one wasn’t even scary, it was just a thriller.” You roll your eyes at the man. “Don’t be a baby.” Your friends, especially you and Joshua, always tease the younger man about how whiny he gets when anyone puts anything remotely scary around him. Unfortunately for him, both you and Joshua love them and it’s two versus one tonight.

“It was a horror thriller! I saw the categories when it was over!” Mingyu continues leaning over you even after the remote is in his hand, so when he tilts his head back to look at you upside down, he’s so incredibly close enough to see every detail on his perfect face.

You’re the target of his pout this time, his plush lips looking oh-so inviting. Delusion kicks in at that moment and you swear you see Mingyu’s eye drift to your mouth too, neither of you moving away from one other.

Is he moving towards you right now? Kissing upside down seems hard and logistically, not that simple, but you’d never dream of rejecting Mingyu in this universe or any other.

“Move your big head!” Joshua interrupts whatever this was when he returns, waving your drink in front of your face. “Alright Y/n, I demand that you give me feedback on my bartending skills immediately.”

Mingyu jolts up, reaching quickly for a handful of popcorn and shoving it into his mouth. He gives Joshua a look that you can’t decipher. It’s quick and you nearly miss it, but it definitely looks like something. Ignoring it, you take your glass from Joshua, and he watches as you sip your drink, waiting for your verdict.

“It’s perfect,” you finally say and he breaks into a brilliant smile.

“I know.” He says rather smugly. “I always know what you like.” Joshua sends you a wink and you guess it’s that coupled with his words that conjure up a version of Joshua whispering that into your ear as he fucks you hard, knowing exactly how you like it and how to touch you.

To drown out the thirst and desperation in your head you start to chug the drink, aware of both men watching you gulp it down in record time.

“Be careful there, Y/n. I know it’s good but don’t get ahead of yourself.” Joshua’s hand finds your knee which doesn’t help you at all with the state that you’re in.

Clumsy hands reach out for the remote, announcing to them that you’ll be finding something to put on which steers the conversation into another debate of what to watch. You’re thankful for it because quite frankly, you need all the distractions you can get.

It’s nearly one in the morning when you suggest to them that they stay the night. None of you are drunk per se, but they are buzzed so driving home is off the table. Joshua suggests that they’ll take a rideshare since they don’t live far from each other, but you shoot that down.

“That’s stupid, just stay the night. We can keep hanging out.” You punctuate your words with your best pout to lay it on thick. To be honest, you’ve been debating all night if you want to make any moves to suggest you want to do more with them than watch movies but you haven’t decided yet and want a little more time. Plus you just don’t want to stop being around them.

“Fine, we'll stay.” Joshua decides for both of them. It hadn’t taken long at all for him to give in.

“Good!”

With that settled, you all take a movie intermission for bathroom breaks and showers before resuming. Since you’re in for the night you want to be more comfortable - and you need a second to try and get your mind sorted.

This wouldn’t be the first time that any of your guy friends stayed at your apartment for various reasons, so you’re able to fish out some extra sweats and shirts for them that have been left behind for various reasons.

Once you’re in your room with your door shut tight you pull off your clothes and get ready to shower. Now more than ever you’re thankful that when you and Seungcheol played rock, paper scissors to see who’d get the master bedroom, you won.

Speaking of your roommate, you think about him and send a text message as the water for your shower warms up. He went home for his brother’s birthday which gave you the blessing and the curse of being alone with the two men who are showering only a few feet away from you.

[Y/n] Cheol, are you up?

[Choi Seungcheollie] Yeah I’m up. The party is still raging on and my brother is absolutely wasted. He’s this close to getting us kicked out of this club 🙄

[Choi Seungcheollie] Why are you still up? Did Mingyu and Joshua leave already?

[Y/n] No, they're sleeping over. We’re not drunk off our asses but they def can’t be driving

[Choi Seungcheollie] They’re sleeping over huh? 🤔

[Choi Seungcheollie] Is tonight the night you’ll finally become the meat in the Mingyu and Joshua sandwich of your dreams?????

[Y/n] Stopppppppp I’m scared 😩 If I confess and they don’t feel the same our friendship is fucked you know this

[Choi Seungcheollie] You’re so dramatic. They worship the ground you walk on already, remember? Ask anyone.

[Choi Seungcheollie] Text Jeonghan I’m sure he’ll tell you the same

You most certainly will not be texting Jeonghan. You may also be close to him, but he still won’t hesitate to blackmail you to confess if he knew your current situation.

[Y/n] I’d rather risk potentially ruining the friendship myself than get that fucking villain involved

[Choi Seungcheollie] Fair point. Then all I’ll say is to just DO IT. It’ll go fine. You’ve been pining over them for literal years and I know these guys. This won’t be the end of your friendship.

[Choi Seungcheollie] Maybe just start with something small and see how they react.

You roll Seungcheol’s words around in your head. The desire weighing heavy in your stomach for them is the most it’s been in a long time. The fear of rejection and driving a wedge in between the three of you has kept your mouth shut all this time, but you’re really going through it tonight with the way you’re quite literally craving them. If you can come up with something small then it could be easier for you to read them.

[Y/n] Fine, I'll figure something out. If I get my heart broken expect a hysterical voice memo later!!

[Choi Seungcheollie] Good luck, Y/n! I’ll be here if you need me ❤️

After taking a quick shower, you finally decide the best course of action is your choice of pajamas. Instead of the cute cow set that you bought recently you decide on a black cotton night shirt that stops somewhere under your asscheeks with the matching panties that can easily be seen when you bend over - even just a little bit. Seungcheol said something subtle and you feel as though seducing them in your underwear is the most blatant yet wordless way of doing so.

Giving yourself a quick once over, you decide that forgoing a bralette is the most logical choice for your desired endgame, and make your way back out into the living room. Both men are on the couch looking at something on Mingyu’s phone when you enter and you watch as Joshua does a double take when looking up at you. He tries to subtly get Mingyu to notice you, but the latter isn’t too good with that, so Mingyu’s eyes on you are much more obvious.

“You guys showered already?” Your question is innocent, as is the way you ease into your seat between them. But, you do go out of your way to lift your night shirt so you don’t sit on it, exposing your panties as you sit.

“Yeah. We were just trying to decide if we wanted to order food.” Joshua’s words sound a little distant and a glance out of the corner of your eye tells you why. His gaze keeps darting between the tv and the expanse of your thighs that are exposed. The nightshirt is already short, but it’s risen nearly to the tops of your thighs when sitting. On your other side, Mingyu’s phone is still in front of his face but he’s doing a terrible job at pretending he isn’t looking at you.

Putting on a short shirt was the best plan of action you could conjure up on the fly, but it seems to be working.

“Up to you guys. I’ve got more snacks if you don’t wanna wait.” Both men make noises of acknowledgment but don’t make another move other than Joshua resuming to flip through Netflix.

Not a single part of you is paying attention to what Joshua puts on tv. It’s an anime you’ve seen but the men on either side of you are all you focus on. You’re no femme fatale in the slightest and your flirting could use some serious work, but you’d like to think their change in demeanor is a good thing. You continue shifting on the couch so that different parts of you graze against the two of them and each man reacts, albeit differently.

Mingyu lets out a lot of stifled sounds of surprise while Joshua clears his throat each time an arm or leg touches him but neither of them moves away or tries to create distance which keeps your small bout of confidence from fizzling out.

Eventually, your urge to make a bolder move is strong so you decide to be a little more blatant.

“I’m gonna grab a snack, do you guys want anything?”

“Nope.”

“No.” They rush their answers out in unison and you can’t help but smile to yourself.

You pull yourself up from the couch slowly, leaning forward as you do so the back of your shirt rides up and you know for sure your panties are visible. To up the ante, you drop your phone on the floor in front of the couch.

“Oops.” Before you can talk yourself out of it, you hold your breath and bend at the waist to pick it up, ass on full display. Mingyu lets out what sounds like a whimper from behind you, but you’re too nervous to turn around so phone in hand, you beeline for the kitchen, your back still turned to them.

Nerves are starting to outweigh the rush of horniness the night has brought you. What if you throw yourself at them and they completely turn you away? What if you do too much and it makes one or both of them so uncomfortable that it ruins your dynamic? The end result of the idea of confessing to them loops back around as it always does and you’re close to backing out as you always do and retreating to the safety of your room where you can daydream of what-ifs and touch yourself in peace.

“Hey, Y/n,” You almost jump out of your skin at the sound of Mingyu’s voice so close behind you. You hadn’t even heard him approach but you very much feel him. His broad chest is pressed against your back, his body heat rolling off of him in waves.

“H-hey,” Hopefully he doesn’t hear the way your voice trembles.

“You’ve been standing here for a while. Do you need help getting something?”

Truth be told, you have no idea how long exactly you’ve been standing in front of the cabinet. At the moment your brain is having trouble keeping up with much of anything other than how close your best friend is to you.

“Uh, um,” your eyes dart to the open cabinet in front of you, landing on the bag of cookies that are on a top shelf, out of your reach. When you say this to Mingyu, he leans forward, his torso pushing against yours, effectively pinning you against the counter as he reaches over your head. He smells so good and feels so warm and firm, your head is dizzy at all of these sensations hitting you at once.

“Here.” Minygu brings the bag of cookies to your eyesight, the snack right in front of you, but neither of you moves. Both of you seem to be holding your breath, waiting for the other to do something.

“Mingyu, I -” Your sentence ends with a choke as Mingyu jolts his hips forward, the bulge in his sweatpants poking you.

He retracts his hips quickly, almost so quickly that for a second you nearly believe maybe it didn’t happen, but you know what you felt. That’s why you decide in an instant to move your hips back to meet his crotch. Mingyu makes a hissing noise behind you, but again, neither of you moves away.

“Hey, we had a deal!” Joshua’s voice is what finally has you and Mingyu separating, the forgotten bag of cookies falling to the floor.

“Shit, sorry! I couldn’t help it!” Mingyu stamps his foot on the ground. You’d have found the gesture cute if you weren’t so confused.

“A deal?” You pipe up, neither man hearing you.

“I knew when you came into the kitchen you couldn’t be trusted.”

“I really did want to come to get something to drink! I just got distracted because she’s wearing that!”

“Likely story.”

“What are you guys talking about?!” You yell, both of them finally paying attention to you. They exchange a look. “And don’t do that annoying man telekinesis shit. I saw you do it earlier tonight - tell me the truth!”

“We agreed that neither of us would go after you since we both like you!” Mingyu blurts in a rush, unable to meet your eyes.

“You what?”

“We just didn’t wanna fuck up our friendship with each other and you of course. We care about you and didn’t want to make things messy.”

Blinking at Joshua’s words, the wheels in your head work overdrive to comprehend what they’re saying.

“I’m sorry, you both like me?”

“I know it sounds weird, I got drunk at Chan’s birthday party last year and told Joshua when you were dancing with Soonyoung.”

“And then I told him I liked you too because I was also drunk and we promised neither of us would act on it and just hope our crushes went away.”

Wordlessly, you take in their confessions. You can’t believe you’ve been breaking your own heart this whole time. Ignoring your feelings, stressing over them, willing them gone for nothing. And to think, you wanted to seduce them so badly tonight when all you probably had to do was tell them and they’d take care of you.

“You’re not mad at us, right? I’m sorry if you think we’re creepy or whatever, we can totally leave!” Mingyu looks like a kicked puppy as he anticipates your answer, likely expecting a negative response.

“You guys are not leaving.” You finally say, both men looking surprised. “I’ve been talking myself out of liking you two for the last like two years and you’ve been into me this whole time. There’s no way I’m going to let you just leave after we’ve gotten all this out in the open.”

“I - you like us too? Both of us?” Joshua looks as surprised as you probably do.

“Both of you. A lot.” They share another look.

“So… what do we do?” Joshua starts. “I mean I’m fucking stoked that you just said that, but what do we actually do?”

“I’m open to the three of us, you know, being a thing.”

“Like, you date me, but also Joshua and we all date each other?” You nod at Mingyu’s words, holding your breath at their reaction.

A beat of silence goes by, neither man speaking before Joshua decides.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” You and Mingyu ask in unison.

“Okay, we can all date. It’s a win-win-win. I get to call Y/n my girlfriend finally and Mingyu is lucky enough to say he’s dating a catch like me.”

“Yah, you’re the lucky one! Do you how many people wanna date me? I’m a model for a reason, thank you very much.”

“Posting selfies and outfit of the day TikToks doesn’t make you a model, Gyu.”

“If I get paid to show this face then it’s modeling! Don’t be a hater.” Mingyu clicks his tongue.

“Hey!” Again you interrupt their bickering. “I really, really like both of you so much and I want to do so many dumb boyfriend-girlfriend things with y’all, and we can work out the dynamics of this whole thing tomorrow, but right now I am so insanely horny and I’d really like it if you guys could fuck me.”

Your best friends - now boyfriends? - gape at you and take too long to respond, so to speed things along you close your eyes and start to lift your nightshirt, stopping to expose your bare breasts to them. Both sets of brown eyes in front of you take in your half-naked form.

“Please,” you whine, peeking an eye open. You don’t care who moves first - you just wish one of them would.

Something in Joshua’s expression changes and his usual sweet face turns dark as he crosses the small distance between you two, his hands cupping your face as he smashes your lips together.

Kissing Joshua is heavier than you anticipate. His lips easily and skillfully take over yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth without much resistance on your end. Your body presses forward against his like a magnet and you need to grip his shirt to steady yourself against him. He holds your face with a tenderness that is a stark contrast to the way he’s desperately ravishing your lips.

“Fuck, I’m finally kissing you,” Joshua sighs in between kisses and you hum in agreement.

You get lost in the whirlwind that is finally making out with Joshua, but the feeling of another set of hands on your body snaps you back to reality. Mingyu has silently met the two of you in the middle of the kitchen, efficiently trapping you between both men. His just as soft lips ghost over your neck as his arms, almost trembling, wrap around your waist.

Mingyu has always been one of the softest men you’ve ever known. He’s a big boy with big arms and an even bigger heart. You can feel the nervousness and hesitancy radiating off of him. Prying your fingers from the death grip they have on Joshua’s shirt, you move one hand down to lie on top of Mingyu’s. Immediately your fingers slip between his to grip his hand tightly and let him know how okay with this you are and how safe he is here with all of you together like this.

It must’ve been the reassurance he needs because the next thing you feel is Mingyu’s teeth as they begin nibbling harder at the skin on your neck, clearly intending to leave marks. He pulls your hips back so you meet his erection digging into your lower back.

A whimper escapes you as your brain teeters on the brink of shutting off the more Mingyu leaves you reminders of tonight and the more Joshua kisses every breath out of you.

At some point, Joshua finally comes up for air, both of you panting for dear life. Mingyu spins you around and replaces Joshua’s mouth with his, his hands opting to grip your hips as he melds his lips with yours. Where Joshua’s kiss was dominant and thoughtful, Mingyu’s is soft yet desperate. Between moments to breathe, he slips in little nibbles on your bottom lip and kisses you as if he’ll never get another chance, which couldn’t be further from the truth.

Your fingers dart up to tangle in his midnight hair, tugging on the soft strands by the root.

“Fuck, Y/n…” Your name falls from Mingyu’s mouth in a groan and it’s probably the best thing you’ve heard in your life.

Wanting to hear it once more, you pull again, and he whimpers your name again. You go in for a third time, but he doesn’t let you. Instead, Mingyu swoops down with lips still attached to yours as he grabs hold of your thighs and quickly scoops you up off of the ground, plopping you on the kitchen counter.

“Wanna taste you so bad.” Mingyu pleads between kisses. His words shoot straight to your pussy and you nod your head so fast you nearly give yourself whiplash.

The sound of Joshua’s chuckle draws your attention up and to him. As Mingyu kisses down your body, inching your panties down on the way, Joshua holds your gaze.

He’s a sight directly out of your usual fantasies. A red hue fans out across the expanse of his neck, up to his round cheekbones, and reaches his pouty lips as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. Your eyes desperately follow his hand as it reaches up to push back his already messy hair, then moves back down to grip his obvious erection. He rubs himself a few times through his sweatpants, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Shua…” You mewl, hand feebly reaching for him.

“What is it, pretty girl?”

You falter at the pet name that falls from his lips so easily - and in a tone that you’re not used to from him.

“I - I want you. I - ohhhhh.”

Mingyu’s lips wrap around your clit and suck hard - any semblance of a sentence you had in mind withers away. His fingers dig into your thighs to keep a grip on you as his thick tongue alternates between lapping at your clit and darting in and out of you. The sounds of Mingyu eating you out like a man starved fills the kitchen, making you dizzy.

“Fuck, Gyu!” Mingyu’s tongue is sinful as he laps at you, making a mess of you even more than you already are. “So good….you’re so good.” Your hands find Mingyu’s hair and tug on the strands again causing the younger man to moan into you as he starts eating you out even rougher, his teeth nipping at your sticky skin and his nose bumping into your clit.

Joshua is next to you suddenly, his soft hands running up your thighs and under your nightshirt. He eases the fabric off of you and tosses it elsewhere. He’s immediately cupping your face again, pulling you in to capture your lips once more. His other hand moves down to grab your breast, kneading and squeezing with the right force to have you panting in his mouth.

Having both men on you like this, touching you everywhere you need it, kissing you everywhere you need it, has you approaching your orgasm quicker than you think you ever have before.

“Gyu baby, Shua, fuck, I-I’m gonna -” For the second time tonight they have you faltering, this time it’s because Joshua pulls away at the same time that he grips Mingyu’s hair and yanks his head from between your legs. Mingyu lets out a groan that meshes with your noise of frustration.

“Why?!” The man still kneeling pouts, looking almost devastated.

“I think this’ll work best in Y/n’s bedroom.” The words barely leave Joshua’s mouth before Mingyu is clambering up from the floor, lifting you from the counter, and placing you onto the floor. He intertwines your fingers and practically drags you to your bedroom.

“Mingyu, there’s no rush!” You try and reassure him, but he has you on your bed almost immediately as you enter the room and is kissing you again.

“I know, baby girl, but I need you so bad. I’ve dreamed about eating you out for fucking ever and you taste so good and I just need to do it before I explode.”

You can’t argue with that so after one more bruising kiss, Mingyu shuffles down the bed and gets comfortable between your legs before diving back in, his tongue thrusting into you once more. Who are you to deny a beautiful man practically begging to eat your pussy? Plus if Mingyu keeps calling you baby girl the way he did, you’ll let him do damn near anything.

Joshua comes into the room then, eyes fixated on the sight before him. You have enough strength amidst Mingyu consuming your soul through your coochie to reach out and stop Joshua before he climbs onto the bed.

“C-clothes off. It’s not - ahh - uh, it’s not fair th-that I’m the only one naked.” Your sentence is capped off with a moan as Mingyu sucks particularly hard.

“Hmmm. I should make you ask me nicer than that,” Joshua teases, pretending to think but it’s only for a second. “But I think I’ll let it slide this time. Next time I won’t be so nice.” The smirk he sends your way is lethal and has you clenching around Mingyu’s eager tongue.

Joshua makes quick work of pulling off his shirt and pants. You can barely marvel at the expanse of the smooth skin of his abs and the sheer size of his cock because Mingyu makes you cum then.

“Oh fuck, yes!” It hits you like a train and your body tingles as you cry out his name. You grip your sheets so hard that your fingers hurt as he peppers kisses all over your pussy, moaning after each smooch.

“You sound so good when you cum, pretty girl. Doesn’t she, Gyu?”

“Fuck, yeah. She does.”

“I wanna hear you cum again, darling. Can you do that for us?” Joshua’s tone is full of honey and sweetness as he licks his fingers and brings them to your clit. You nearly leap off the bed as he begins rubbing circles against you, wetness pooling between your legs as soon as he finds a steady pace.

“Joshua!” You squirm under his touch, both wanting him to stop due to the sensitivity and silently begging him for more.

“I think she wants more, Shua.” Mingyu muses, his breath feeling dangerously close to your inner thigh again.

“Oh yeah? Is that what you want, darling?”

“Mmhmm! Please!”

“Please what?” You wrench your eyes open to look down at them. Mingyu apparently shed his clothes in the time it took for your post-orgasm haze to clear. His hair is a mess and his pupils are blown wide as he stares, eyes darting between your core and your face. Joshua on the other hand is only staring right at you, his brown eyes full of desire as he skillfully rubs your clit, waiting for your response.

“P-please make me cum again,” it’s more a mumble than anything, feeling flustered at having both of them with their attention on you.

In response to the feeble attempt at begging, Joshua smacks your mound, the sting rushing through you deliciously. “You can do better than that, pretty girl. Wanna try again?” Another sharp smack follows and you squeal.

“Please, please make me cum again!” It’s almost a sob this time which seems to please Joshua because the next thing you feel is one of his long fingers slipping into your entrance, immediately having you buck your hips to meet his hand.

“So needy,” he coos at you, heat spreading over you even more, this time in embarrassment.

It doesn’t take long for Joshua to be able to slip another finger in, stretching you out even more. As he fucks you with his fingers, leaving you panting like an animal underneath him, he adjusts his position on his knees and leans up to take one of your nipples into his mouth.

“Fuuuuuuck!” Your second orgasm is fast approaching with the added stimulation, but it’s not until Mingyu decides to lean down and once again suction his mouth over your clit do you arch almost painfully off the bed, a garble of curses all that’s able to leave your mouth. The heat pools in your belly hot and heavy and this time it feels so much more intense than the first.

This time when you cum, an honest to god shriek rips from you, everything feels too fucking good and your senses going into overdrive. You feel your orgasm spilling out of you as you squirt for maybe only the second time in your life.

“Holy shit, Y/n. You just squirted all over me,” Mingyu marvels.

“That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen” Joshua finishes and Mingyu hums in agreement. You’re aware that they’re praising you and you’re giddy about it as the fog in your brain settles and eases away.

“How are you feeling, baby girl?” Mingyu checks in with you after you’ve had time to come down. “Do you want to stop? Because we definitely can.”

“Yeah, this can be it for tonight if you want it to be.”

“No!” You tiredly object, shaking your head furiously. “I’ve wanted this forever. Please fuck me? Shua, Gyu - ‘want you both so bad.” You hope your words convey your need for both of them, adding in a low-effort pout for good measure.

They both look at each other, having another one of their telepathic conversations without you. Instead of saying anything, you open your knees, sopping cunt on display to show them just how much you mean what you say.

A few seconds tick by before Joshua speaks. “Who do you want first?”

“Both of you.”

“Are you sure?”

“A thousand, million times yes. Please don’t make me beg anymore, you said you were being nice to me this time.” You hope you’re batting your eyelashes enough to encourage them to scoop you up and finally do something.

Thankfully it works as both men move into action, maneuvering you and themselves into a position that works best. You all agreed on no condoms since you’re all clean and you’re well-protected yourself.

Joshua’s underneath you as you straddle him, his lips moving sloppily against yours as Mingyu kneels behind you. Joshua has done a good job of distracting you with groping and kissing as Mingyu preps you, already one finger deep in your ass.

When he adds more lube and eases in a second finger, you hiss against Joshua’s mouth at the added stretch.

“Ssh, you’re doing so good pretty girl.” More praise is sung by Joshua as he massages your tits.

“Our good, pretty girl,” Mingyu adds from behind, the other hand that isn’t working you open rubs, and gently kneads your ass cheeks, both men working to relax you.

Their words and touches help, and soon, Mingyu is pulling his fingers from you and tapping the swollen, lubed-up head of his dick against your puckered hole.

“I’ll go slow,” he reassures you as he does. Slowly, he starts to push into you, this stretch stinging so much more. When you let a whimper slip, Joshua’s hold around your middle tightens, keeping you close to him and peppering your face in kisses.

Fuck, Mingyu is big. You finally had a chance to see what you were in for as you were all getting into position and this would certainly be a feat for you - quickly seeing how literally everything about Mingyu is big. You already knew this would be a stretch you’ve never felt.

Mingyu is true to his word and pushes into you gradually, inch by tantalizing inch. It seems like hours go by before he’s fully sheathed inside of you, neither of you moving until everyone is in position.

“Doing okay, darling?” Taking a deep breath you nod at Joshua and he gives you another kiss before lifting his hips, lining himself up with your pussy, and pushing in, just as carefully as Mingyu had. Joshua’s cock isn’t as big as Mingyu, but it’s still impressive enough and plenty thick, the girth alone stretching your walls almost painfully.

Once he’s buried in all the way, no one moves, letting you adjust. Your eyes slip closed as you register how impossibly full you feel and take in how heavy all of you are breathing as you wait.

“Please move,” you finally stutter.

Both of them give your body a shallow thrust to test and that alone has a long, drawn-out moan spilling out of you. Gradually, their thrusts get faster and rougher, giving you more and more until they’re both full-on drilling into you, your body jolting back and forth so fast you can barely keep up.

The wet, squishing sounds of your arousal and the lube fill the room along with the smacks of skin on skin and the harsh spanks Mingyu has started leaving on your ass.

“You’re taking us so well, baby girl,” Mingyu pants out, his hands feeling like fire as they press indents into your skin.

“So, so well, pretty girl. I didn’t know you could take two cocks at the same time,” Joshua’s words are breathy as he bucks his hips up into yours, but they’re no less dirty and teasing.

“I-I’m so f-full…” To your ears, your words sound like gibberish as they both find the perfect rhythm that has your eyes rolling back.

“Yeah? You like being stuffed like this? Two cocks shoved inside of you?” Joshua’s hands are still wrapped around you to hold you steady, punctuating his words with sharp rolls of his hips.

“You like both of us abusing your tight little holes?” Those words come from Mingyu and are punctuated with his fingers in your hair this time, his nails scraping your scalp.

“Yes! Fuck yes, fill me up,” The all too familiar heat starts to churn in your stomach, your walls clenching around both of them as you feel your orgasm brewing. “I’m so fucking close, please!” It’s a needy cry but both of them hear you, their paces becoming quicker and rougher. Mingyu’s fingers stayed buried in your hair, pulling you up just enough to expose your neck. One of Joshua’s big hands moves to grip your neck, using it for leverage to snap his hips up more.

“Gonna cum for us again, pretty girl?” You can’t nod well with his hand where it is, but you hope he at least hears the ‘yes’ that you rasp out between the whines and moans you’ve been letting out.

Your hands, which have been holding you up, start to wobble at the force they’re fucking into you, but you still do your best to move one up to rest over Joshua’s still on your neck. You squeeze around it to try and indicate to him what you want.

“Oh? I think our girl likes to be choked, Gyu.” Involuntarily, you clench and Joshua falters in his pace a little. “Fuck, she just squeezed me so hard - that must be a yes.”

“I think she likes getting her hair pulled too.” Mingyu tugs hard at his words and you manage out a pathetic squeak in response.

Now that they both know what you like, they don’t hold back as they take you to the end. Mingyu tugs your hair so hard it burns, but you like the pain so it pushes you closer.

“Oh, oh oh! Gonna c-cum!” And then you do, with Joshua’s fingers around your neck tightening, succeeding in cutting off your air as you cum for a third time. Your mouth opens in a silent scream, fireworks exploding behind clenched eyelids, and your body goes rigid as the pleasure engulfs you.

“Shit… fuck!” Mingyu cums right after you, not bothering to pull out as he shoots his hot load into you. His groans turn into breathless sighs of your name until he begins slowing down, fucking his cum back into with shallow thrusts.

When Joshua cums next, he releases the grip on your neck so you can greedily gulp air back into your lungs. Both of Joshua’s hands hold your thighs, his nails biting into the skin, as he bucks up into you one, two, three more times before pulling out and cumming between your bodies. His whines are just as desperate as you and Mingyu’s as he empties himself, relishing in the feeling of his dick pressed between your sticky bodies.

Your shared, ragged breaths fill the room, their hips slowing to a leisurely pace until eventually, they stop moving altogether. Mingyu takes his time easing himself out of you and you feel his cum trickle down your ass, earning a groan from behind you. Now that you’re empty again, your eyelids fall shut, draping yourself completely over Joshua’s body.

You hear him chuckle from under you, your body wants so badly to drift off to sleep.

He can tell, because Joshua doesn’t let you do so, telling you everyone needs to clean up first. You try to object, wanting to power down right there, but they will hear nothing of it.

Mingyu is tasked with taking you to the shower and cleaning you up while Joshua changes your extremely soiled sheets. You spend most of the shower leaning against Mingyu’s chest, but he’s more than happy to do most of the work to clean you.

Joshua comes in at some point and fits himself into the small shower with both of you, sandwiching you between both men once again. His gentle hands rub circles on your back, applying light pressure to your sorest muscles.

When everyone is clean again, Mingyu helps you out of the shower and wraps you in a towel, starting to dry you off. He removes your shower cap - which you luckily weren’t too fucked out to forget to tell him you needed - and leans down to place a small kiss on your nose. Mingyu smiles from ear to ear at the giggle you let out and he can’t help but give you a few more pecks all over the rest of your face.

He and Joshua help you back to your bedroom and you immediately crawl into bed, your satin pillowcase practically calling your name.

“Wait, Y/n, what pajamas do you want?”

Shaking your head at Joshua, you finally reach the top of your sheets and burrow into the bed. “No pajamas. I usually sleep naked when Cheol is out of the apartment.”

“Say no more!” Mingyu flops himself down onto the bed without a second thought, efficiently trapping you under the covers.

“Gyu, let me out!”

“Not until you say something nice to me!”

You let out a laugh and feel around the covers to try and find his sides. “Now it makes sense why you always want to be babied - you have a praise kink!” When you find what feels like his toned torso, you grab at him, tickling him the best you can through the fabric.

Mingyu lets out a shrill yelp and flings himself off of the bed to avoid your hands. Joshua bursts into laughter along with you and moves to uncover you from the bed linen. Your first sight is his beautiful smile, his eyes crinkling into the most perfect half-moon shapes. Whenever Joshua looks at you like this - his most beautiful, carefree self - you want so badly to kiss him and experience the moment with him. This time, you remember that now you can do that and so you do. Without a second thought, Joshua is kissing you back, a smile still on his lips as you melt into him. Everything about tonight has felt so perfect - especially this moment right here.

“Hey, me next!” Mingyu whines as the bed dips next to you as he climbs under the covers. You and Joshua pull away, the stars in his eyes twinkling at you, and he lets you go to give your attention to Mingyu.

“I didn’t realize I was getting such a bratty boyfriend,” you tease as you turn to face him, his arms zipping out to wrap around you and pull you close.

“Don’t act so surprised. You’ve known me long enough that you should’ve known. And now it’s too late and you’re stuck with me!” Mingyu winks at you, swooping down to kiss you. It’s true - your beautiful boy has been a big baby from the first day you met him when he whined to Wonwoo about sharing one of his books with him.

“You’re lucky I think you’re too cute to say no to you.” You get the words out in between kisses and chuckles.

“You say that as if you don’t use your cuteness for evil just like him.” Joshua accuses as he flips off the bedroom light, your automatic nightlight across the room glowing a soft orange. He’s last to climb into bed, moving to spoon you with an arm around your waist.

“When do I do that?!”

Scoffing, he gives you a pointed look as he leans on his elbow to look down at you. “All the time! Yesterday when we were at that sushi place you batted your cute little eyelashes at me every time my sushi got to the table and you wanted a taste.” Okay, he’s got you there - you had intentionally pulled out the big guns to taste everything new he ordered.

“Yeah well, maybe you shouldn’t let yourself be swayed so easily.”

“Wow, I can’t believe you just victim-blamed me!”

“And I’ll do it again!”

Mingyu cracks up, his whole body shaking as he laughs.

“Hey, don’t encourage her!”

“But she’s funny and cute!”

“Tsk, tsk. Don’t be so defiant baby boy.” Mingyu chokes on his spit at Joshua’s teasing, staring wide-eyed at the older man from over your head.

“You’re so evil! I remember when you first moved to Korea - you were so sweet! I blame Jeonghan!”

“How about all of us are equally cute and Jeonghan is the root of all evil and now we can go to bed okay? Y’all bicker too loudly to sleep through.” You efficiently silence them, Mingyu sticking his tongue out at Joshua in the dim light but that’s the end of it. Goodnights are passed around and you get two goodnight kisses, one on your forehead and one on your cheek. That’s all you need to fall asleep, surrounded by so much warmth.

Sunlight peeks through your blinds in the morning and when you adjust in your sleep, it leaks through your eyelids. You squint your eyes open a crack, glaring at the offending rays. After blinking a few times to adjust to the light, you glance down, smiling warmly at the sight. Mingyu’s much larger body is attached to your side, his long limbs wrapped and tangled in yours. You can’t see his face from this angle, but his slow breathing lets you know he’s still asleep, shuffling just a bit as he snuggles closer into your chest.

You turn your head to the opposite side, both to get away from the streaks of the sun and to see Joshua’s sleeping face. His eyes are still closed, and the corner of his plush lips are curled up a little, even as he’s dreaming. For what feels like the hundredth time since last night, you’ve felt like this whole thing is a dream, finally having the men you care about the most here with you like this.

“Morning, pretty girl,” Joshua whispers suddenly and you can’t help but jump. You hadn’t realized you had zoned out staring at him.

“Morning, Shua.” He opens his eyes and meets yours, your skin heating up under his gaze. “I didn’t mean to stare!”

“Oh, that’s too bad because I was staring at you on purpose before you woke up.” He winks at you, succeeding in flustering you.

“You’re just going to spend this whole relationship being a worse flirt than you were before last night aren’t you!”

“Mmhmm. And just like Gyu said, it’s too late and you’re stuck with me!” Joshua’s expression turns wicked, mischief clear on his face.

“Shua no, Gyu’s still asleep!” Joshua doesn’t listen, because of course he doesn’t, and digs his fingers into your sides, tickling you. “N-No!” You can’t help but scream, trying to squirm away from him.

Your sudden yell has Mingyu’s head springing up, bleary-eyed but still panicking. “What’s going on?!”

A sudden commotion in the hallway catches your attention and Seungcheol comes barrelling into your open room, hands raised in fight mode. “Y/n are you alright?!” He freezes when he sees you, Mingyu, and Joshua, wrapped up in your sheets, also frozen and staring back at him. “Oh. I thought you were being hurt.” His tone is flat as he drops his fists.

“Cheol, you’re back early! I thought you wouldn’t be back until the evening.” His lack of reaction upon walking into this has some of your embarrassment starting to ebb away.

“Yeah, my brother and I had a fight so I ended up leaving early. I just got home a few minutes ago.”

“Aw, I’m sorry to hear that. Do you wanna talk about it?”

Your roommate snorts, his eyebrows raising at you. “You don’t exactly seem to be in the position to talk about my feelings, Y/n.”

“Oh. Well, give me a few minutes and we’ll get up and we can come sit down with you!”

“Nah, Jeonghan is expecting me at his place. I was texting him last night about our fight so he said I can come over when I got in. I just wanted to drop my suitcase off.”

“You texted him first about the fight?! Why not me?!” You huff at him. Seungcheol always confided in you first - since you lived together it just came naturally that you vent to each other first when something upsets you.

“Now be for real, Y/n - you were clearly quite busy after we texted last. Would you have answered me if I texted you at like three?” The struggle to try and remember when exactly Mingyu had started eating you out in the kitchen is real and you can’t come up even a guess of what time that was. “That’s what I thought. See you kids later and stay safe!”

The three of you say your goodbyes, listening to his retreating footsteps before you hear him stop.

“Oh, and if you get a bunch of messages in the group chat all of a sudden, you may wanna just mute it.” He calls down the hall.

Frowning, you share a look with Mingyu and Joshua before answering. “What? Why?”

You almost ask him again, thinking he left without answering, but then he quickly rushes the answer. “Because Jeonghan started a betting pool when he figured out - on his own may I add - that you liked Joshua and Mingyu and he wanted to see how long it would take you to confess to them and I have to tell him he lost!” He speaks fast, but you still hear every word.

“He what?! Seungcheol get back here!” Instead of an answer, he sounds as if he runs down the hall and a second goes by before the front door opens and then closes.

It’s just like you said - Jeonghan is the root of all evil. You fully intend on sending him a scathing text message, but then Mingyu starts kissing your shoulder and neck at the same time that Joshua begins drawing slow yet deliberate patterns over your thighs and hips. They probably sense your aggravation and are easily intending to redirect you. Mingyu also mentions something about making you breakfast in between smooches which also diverts your attention - your empty stomach very noticeable.

Their distraction tactics work of course because soon your mind is redirected to Joshua and Mingyu only and no one else. You’ll deal with the rest of the world later - your ain’t shit friend included - deciding to instead focus on the two beautiful men you get to not only stay friends with but also that you get to be so much more with, which feels like a dream within itself.

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ butch!abby headcanons

content warning: dom!abby, strap referred to as a dick, ooey-gooey lesbianism, femme!reader, sfw and nsfw content. (please tell me if i missed anything!) minors do not interact.

a/n: this is completely self indulgent. i’m a simp okay? hopes this holds someone over while i write this bodyguard! fic <3

sfw

୨୧ hands are full of rings. she trades them out throughout the week to make sure all of them have been worn. she wears a special one you bought for her on her right index finger.

୨୧ she’s very simplistic in her dress. classic masc attire that’s a drawer full of wife-pleasers and hanes tees. when she likes to change it up she wears a vintage band tee or layer with a button up. she prefers sleeveless the most (for cocky reasons of course).

୨୧ she wears her hair down a lot more after you told her she looks pretty when her hair’s unbraided. she mostly wears it down in private with you, but takes her time fixing the braid when going out.

୨୧ when you go to the nail salon, she’s not the hugest fan of getting acrylic nails. “i’ll just wait with you, i’m sorry to disappoint.” abby furrows her brows, face pink with a tinge of guilt. “no no no—baby please get something, it’ll be fun!” she shrugs and opts in and gets a simple coat of yellow polish. “does it look good? you like it?” she asks, holding up her fingers to your face. you nod, smirk filling your face. “they look so pretty against your eyes!” you exclaim, holding your hands in hers.

୨୧ she likes going out with you places, eager to show you off. at parties, the both of you lock eyes and abby waves you over. you smile, coming over and find space to sit on her knee. she points the beer bottle in her hand to you. “have you guys met my gorgeous girlfriend yet?” your face goes warm as she boasts about you to others.

୨୧ she’s skilled at anything technical. from broken microwaves to poorly signaled tv’s, she’s a wiz. she likes sitting down and explaining to you how to fix things when she’s gone. “remember to screw all the plates back properly in place okay?” she points at a silver screw inside the tv server before twirling the screwdriver in the hole. “practice makes perfect.”

୨୧ she likes to do more docile tasks for you too. helping you with dinner drives her wild. she taps you for a knife, lovingly kissing your shoulder as you hand her the one on table, a toothy grin spouting from her lips. she diced onions and garlic on the cutting board, separating them neatly before bringing back to you.

୨୧ abby is a great driver. she’s even done uber a couple times (wasn’t really a fan, but always got good reviews). she’s so gentle with it you’ve fallen asleep in the car more times you can count.

nsfw

୨୧ shes not entirely stone butch, but definitely prefers servicing you. she’ll pat her lap, inviting you on. you abidingly sit, eager in her presence. she reached under your skirt, pressing two fingers to your damp core. “what does my sweet girl want today?” she whispers into your ear, watching her voice send a shiver down your spine. “i wanna ride your thigh, abs.” your voice runs low and shy as she holds you around her by your waist. “that’s cute. show me how bad you want it.”

୨୧ abby loves when your ass is hiked up in the air, lined up just right for her strap. the sight of your face pressed close to a pillow, arched waiting for her brings out something carnal. “you‘ve been waiting for this, ain’t that right? waiting for me to fuck you stupid.” she teases, rubbing the silicone against your slit. you squirm at the touch, grinding your opening into her. she puts a hand to your back, other circling your clit with her thumb. “you can’t stop coming back, can’t you?”

୨୧ she’s obsessed with eating you out. she gets so pussy drunk she lazily stares at you, your orgasm-ridden face barley focusing on her gaze. she could eat you for hours, often stuck between your legs, warmth of your thighs on her cheeks. you find yourself getting so overstimulated, trying to wiggle free from her grasp. she gently pinches her thumbs into your hips. she unlatches, soft lips grossed over in your fluid. her lidded eyes wavered over you with a furrow in her brow. “don’t run from it…fucking in love with this pussy…” she sucks at your clit as you clench with her between your legs, fingers cinched between her blonde strands.

୨୧ she’ll hear you showering, wanting to surprise you by coming in. she quickly sheds her clothes. knocking on the bathroom door. responding with a water-muffled ‘come in!’ she enters, slightly parting the shower curtain. she steps in and examines you for a moment, soapy bubbles sliding down the curves of your body. abby rinses you well, sweet wafts of glycerin coating your skin against her nose. she rubs soap into her hands before groping your breasts. you raise your arms in response, eyes fixed on her thick fingers slipping against the slick of your nipples. “don’t worry, i’ll get’ya clean.” she teases, placing wetted kisses along your back.

୨୧ she doesn’t care if she can’t feel it, your lips pursed on her strap makes her insanely wet. she places a hand on the back of your head, completely fixated on the look of your eyes glossy and hypnotized on the loom of her over you. “what a good girl, just so fucking cute.” she pushes in, watching your throat stretch against the girth of her dick.

#cassi!writes ♡‧₊˚#cassi!drabbles ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧ #muscle mommy abby #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson smut #abby anderson fic

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jeonjungkookenthusiast1997 · 8 months

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First Loves and Second Glances

Han Jisung is madly in love with his childhood best friend/roommate and has absolutely no way of telling her so he does what he thinks is best and pulls away from her. The pair end up having a movie night where all is revealed, changing the dynamics of their relationship forever.

This is my own work not a reblog, please do not repost or translate! This work of fiction is 18+ so minors DNI.

Content Warnings - childhood friends au, college au, roommates au, friends to lovers au, nipple play, vaginal fingering, pet names, cursing, oral sex (male receiving), body worship, very very light angst, porn with feelings

Word Count: 5,360 (I am seriously incapable of writing short fics, I'm so sorry 😂🙈)

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Y/L/N Y/N and Han Jisung have been roommates for what seems like forever and friends for even longer, first meeting when they were both wide eyed and chubby 5 years olds looking for a friend on the playground. They had stayed at each other's sides through every up and down life thrown their way, for every big life event and now they were living together while attending the same college. Y/N was studying War and World History while Han was of course studying Audio Production and Engineering, it had seemed like the obvious choice for them to live together while venturing out into the unknown.

The atmosphere is calm and quiet as they sit across from each other, Y/N reading an interesting book about Dokkaebi while Han stares blankly at the ceiling. Y/N looks up from her book to see Han with his arms outstretched and his body slumped over almost fully on the floor as he screeches loudly before locking eyes with the girl across from him "I'm bored!" He whines impatiently as his arms flop around making Y/N giggle under her breath "do something productive then Ji" she explains like it's the most obvious thing in the world which makes the boy pout and whine "but do what Y/NNN" she rolls her eyes at his antics before suggesting "why don't we watch that marvel movie you like? the Spiderman one? we could make popcorn and get some fluffy blankets to snuggle up with? chilled night in" she finishes smiling at him.

Han's chocolate coloured eyes light up at the mention of the movie as he nods eagerly "yeah, that sounds like a plan!" He grabs her hand and starts to pull her along "let's go!" she shakes her head slightly while smiling and allows her friend to pull her from where she had been sat on the plush sofa "I'm coming Ji, you can set up Disney Plus and I'll grab the popcorn" Han finally let go of her hand and skips over to the TV stand, his excitement evident in his movements. He grabs the remote and begins to search for the movie on the streaming service, meanwhile Y/N makes her way to the kitchen to prepare the popcorn.

Y/N smiles as she thinks about how cute Jisung is when he's in moods like this but shakes her head of the thoughts and grabs the bag putting it into the microwave then dumping the contents into a large bowl and sitting back down on the sofa, Han finally finds the movie pausing it as the movie starts to play to let them get comfortable. He hums along to the familiar theme song, his excitement growing. Once everything was set up, he turns to Y/N with a bright smile "alright, it's ready I'll grab the blankets" she smiles back and nods patiently waiting for him to return.

Once he's back he throws the blankets onto her head with a laugh before plopping himself down next to her "you're such a child Ji" she laughs as she shoves the blankets back at him before draping them over the pair and smoothing them down, Han giggles like a schoolgirl and rolled his eyes playfully. He acknowledges in his own mind that she was just teasing him; he snuggles closer to her under the blanket, his warmth enveloping them both "you love it when I act like this" he laughs as she pushes his side playfully "do I?" she giggles pressing the popcorn bowl into his arms before she presses play on the device and settles herself into his side.

Han takes the popcorn bowl gratefully starting to munch on the popcorn, he rests his chin on her head with his eyes fixed on the screen. As the movie starts he let out a content sigh and snuggled deeper into the plush blankets, as he gets comfy Jisung's left hand moves down to rest on her hip effectively pulling her closer to his frame as his gaze is focused on the movie. Y/N feels him pulling her into him and her face heats up a little, they usually cuddle all the time but things have felt different lately Jisung's been acting a little standoffish and having him do close was causing an unknown feeling to inch across her chest.

She snuggles closer to her friend's chest and without looking at him breaks the silence "I've missed this, getting to chill out with my best friend watching movies y'know you haven't been around much lately" she can't help the pout that adorns her glossy lips, his heart skips a beat when he feels her hand on his chest.

He didn't want to admit it, but he had been pulling away from her a bit lately and the guilt he's been feeling is squeezing his chest as he sighs "I know and I'm sorry" he tears his gaze from the screen to look down at her "we'll do this more often, I've missed it too" she hums at his words and pushes his chest slightly giggling "we had better! You've been with Changbin and Chan a lot lately, I've been feeling kinda... left out" she admits as she pouts again and rests her head on his chest as she mumbles "been missing my best friend" Han's heart clenches tightly when she mentions Changbin and Chan.

He knew he'd been spending more time with them but he had to pull away from her for his own sanity. Being around the girl he harboured such a big crush on was hurting him, everytime she smiled at him or giggled at his antics it sent a harpoon straight to his heart and he couldn't be the friend she deserved unless he took a break from being planted firmly at her side. Even now with her small hand curled into his shirt and her head against his chest it was making his heart fill with love and affection "I know I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you I promise" she sighs softly at his words "I know you will Ji" she mumbled into his chest, her fingers tightening their hold on his shirt "I've missed just being with you like this" she admitted quietly, her cheek still resting against him and a small pink blush dusting her cheeks.

She clears her throat slightly before she asks "how are the guys? they've been keeping you so busy but you never talk about what you get up to?" She tries to smile as she pushes down the slight sting of jealousy setting root in her chest, Han feels her fingers tighten their grip and can't help but smile softly. She never was very good at hiding her feelings from him, he knew she was probably feeling a little jealous and of course left out as she had said and it stung at his chest that he had caused those feelings "they're fine" he shrugs "there's not a lot to tell honestly, we usually just hang out at the gym" she frowns at his words but decides to leave it if he doesn't want to talk about it "are you staying here tonight? it's been a while since my roommate stayed in his own bed" she squints her eyes in a mildly accusatory manner as she waggles her finger at him.

Han chuckled softly at her playful manner and grabs her finger tugging her fully into his body as they both laugh "yeah I am, after the movie I'll be heading to bed I think" as his words trail off he yawns and lifts his arms over his head making his shirt lift revealing some of his toned skin, her eyes flick down as she sees the material lift and gulps as his toned abs are flashed momentarily. She quickly averts her eyes so as to not be caught ogling her friend's bare skin as she tries to move the inappropriate thoughts out of her mind "aww poor baby had a long day huh Ji" she stifles a laugh as she teases him.

Han couldn't help but laugh at her reaction throwing his head back and whining "I'm fine, just a little tired" he shrugs his shoulders and looks down at her face which is now not attached to his body, making him want to pout and pull her back to him but he refrains "so how have you been lately since as you so eloquently put it I've been a little MIA?" she nods and shrugs "been okay, just gone to lectures and came home" she laughs softly as she shakes her head "it gets boring here with you not around so you need to come home more often okay?" She intertwines her fingers and gives him her best puppy dog eyes.

Han couldn't help how his heart beat a little faster looking at her cute face smiling at her puppy dog eyes as he covered his eyes dramatically "oh god no! not the eyes" he cries as she laughs at him "I'll try my best to come home more often" he pulls her back to him and nuzzles her cheek with his nose, the pair had always been physically affectionate with each other so having him not be around had left her feeling down and mopey.

Y/N playfully attempts to push his face away though she secretly enjoys and has missed his touches "good because otherwise I'd have to put my foot up your ass and drag you back here" she turns her attention back to the movie trying to concentrate a little.

Han couldn't help but chuckle at her playfulness, glad she had seemingly forgiven him, his heart still racing a little from her body being near his own "oh you wound me! You'd really kick my ass?" he teases with his body still pressed against hers "I most definitely would if you deserved it" she smirks at his shocked face "it would make me a little sad though to hurt your adorable face" she uses her hands to gently grip his jaw as she pushes his cheeks together, squeezing the soft skin under his fingers.

He looks down at her a little dazed as a blush creeps up his neck from her teasing, his heart skipping a beat as he looks into her eyes "you're so mean to me sometimes" he whines trying to hide racing heartbeat, his arms move to grip her wrists and his eyes can't help but watch her pretty face. Her thumbs smooth over his face as she stops playing his cute cheeks "I know and somehow you still love me" she giggles as she moves her hands away.

He bites his lip as he looks at her and nods replying before he can think about what he's saying "yeah, I really do love you" his eyes slowly sink down to her lips. Her eyes widen slightly at his words and she feels like can barely breathe as she realises her best friend is looking at her lips like he's about to kiss her "you what?" she whispers barely audible.

Han's eyes widen once he realises what he had said out loud but it was too late the truth was there, he loved her, and all he could do now to fix the situation was to try to brush it off "I mean, I love you, as a friend you know... yeah that what I meant..." he stutters as he looks away completely embarrassed and feeling a sting enter his heart as he took her reaction as a rejection. Y/N frowns as she looks at his dejected face, he's starting to move away from her as she realises so she needs to act quickly "wait Ji" she grabs his arms and pulls him back towards her but he just looks down and fiddles with the blankets "please look at me Jisung" but Han couldn't look at her, his lip was starting to wobble as tears started to brim against his eyelashes and he simply shakes his head not trusting his words.

She feels desperation claw at her chest as she scrambles to fix the situation "Jisung please just look at me, we need to talk about this" she pleads with him "do you really..." she can't finish her sentence as anxiety runs along her arms to her heart, the words she wants to speak stick to her throat and tongue. He closes his eyes tightly before he nods still not looking at her and sighs "yeah I really do" he takes a deep breath before he opens his eyes and looks at her "I really do love you, with all of my heart" he barely gives her a moment to digest the information before he's stuttering over his words "I always have but I don't expect... it doesn't have to change... I know you probably don't feel the sa-" his words are cut off as Y/N grips the back of his neck and plants a small chaste kiss against his lips "stop rambling Ji" she smiles as she kisses him again as gently as a feather brushing against his skin while she waits for him to calm down enough for them to talk.

Han couldn't believe it. He was stunned for a moment before he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, his lips finding hers in a much more passionate kiss this time around. He groans into the kiss, his heart racing as he feels her body pressed against his. She giggles at his forwardness when just a moment ago he was so shy, she pulls away from his tight hold on her body just slightly so she can look at his face "I love you too Ji" she smiles before giving him a soft kiss on his lips then plants a kiss on the tip of his nose.

Han's heart skips a beat at her words, his eyes widening in surprise before he pulls her back into a hug, his face buried in her neck. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down before he speaks again "you do? fuck... please don't play with me Y/N" he whimpers as he holds her tight "please be really real with me right now" she frowns as she places her hands on his cheeks to holds him steady so he can look into her eyes as she speaks "I love you Ji, I'm so in love with you" she breathes out as she smiles "I love you so much and I have since the day you fell over that hot dog cart trying to get food for us…"she pauses as he smiles at the memory "you make me smile on my darkest days and you've had my back for so long now I... I can't imagine my life without you" Han's eyes widen in disbelief as he stares into her eyes.

Taking in every word she says. He feels like he's floating on air, his heart soaring with happiness. He's so lost for words all he can do is pull her onto his lap into his arms as a tears of happiness runs down his cheeks "oh Ji" she whispers as she uses her thumb to swipe away the stray tears "why are you crying" she frowns slightly, her brow creasing "I'm just so happy Y/N" he says, his voice cracking slightly as he wipes away more tears as they drop to his cheeks "I love you so much" he whispers, his lips brushing against hers softly before pressing into a more passionate kiss "always have, always will" he mumbles against her lips.

She nods and smiles at his words before she returns his kisses, greedily enjoying the feeling of his lips finally on her own wanting to take her time to live in this moment she has waited so long for. She wraps her arms around his neck as she pulls herself impossibly closer to his body, the movie long forgotten and the popcorn set to the side of the sofa. Han's heart races as he feels her pull him closer, his hands finding their way to her waist before sliding up to her back, pulling her body flush against his. He deepens the kiss, his tongue tracing her lips gently before slipping inside her mouth in a passionate embrace.

Y/N whimpers slightly, feeling his hands move over her body before she pulls away breathlessly, she rests her forehead against his own "how come you never told me" Han's breathing is heavy as he looks into her eyes, his heart racing. "I... I didn't want to ruin our friendship," he admits his voice barely above a whisper. "I wasn't sure you would even like me back" he mumbles as he sighs "you're so important to me sweetheart, I couldn't bear the thought that you'd reject me and it'd all be so awkward that we couldn't be friends anymore" she blushes a soft pink at the sudden term of endearment "I'd never be able to just walk away from you Ji no matter what happened between us, it'll always be us two against the world" she smiles as she rubs her nose against his own.

His heart swells at her words, feeling a sense of relief wash over him as he nods "us against the world sweetheart," he whispers before giggling sweetly, his fingers tracing her jawline gently "god I love you so much" he bites his lip as he moves to place soft kisses against her cheek and jaw, her eyes flutter shut as she enjoys his soft touches "I love you too Han Jisung" she whispers as to not disturb the atmosphere that has settled over them she threads her fingers through his hair as she holds him close, still sat in his lap.

Han's heart skips a beat at her words, his fingers tightening around her waist as he leans into her touch "you have no idea how long I've waited for you to say that," he whispers, his lips brushing against her earlobe "and now that you have, I'm never letting you go again" his teeth graze over her earlobe as he nibbles on the skin gently.

A whine catches in her throat as he teases her "you'd better not, I know where you live" she smiles gently as she subconsciously shifts in his lap causing his grip on her body to tighten. Han chuckles softly, his hands moving to cup her face gently "you're stuck with me now," he murmurs before leaning in to capture her lips in a soft, lingering kiss. He lets out a groan as she continues to wiggle in his lip "I'm trying real hard to be good here sweetheart" he moves his hand down to grip her hips tightly "but if you keep moving I'll have no choice but to stop holding back" he looks into her eyes with a mischievous glint shining in his own irises.

Her eyes widen slightly as she realises what she's been doing and is now able to feel the start of his excitement poke against her inner thigh from where she's sat on his lap. She gives another experimental and this time purposeful roll of her clothed crotch against his own causing him to groan again "maybe I don't want you to be hold back anymore Ji" she breathes out as she bites her lip, Han's head tips back against the plush material of their sofa as he rocks his hips up against her body at her teasing movements "fuck" he groans unashamed, his heart races as he feels her moving against him his hands gripping her hips tighter "then I guess I'll have to show you what happens when I'm not holding back" he smirks as he attaches his lips to her neck.

Y/N bites back a moan at the feeling of his clothed member rocking against her core "I've always wondered what you'd feel like" she gasps as he sucks and nibbles against her neck "when your fucking me" she rolls her hips harder grinding down against his body making wetness start to form against her panties making the material stick to her lower lips. Han's breath hitches as he feels her moving against him, his heart racing with anticipation "you're so fucking sexy," he murmurs against her skin, his hands gripping her hips tighter, he pulls back slightly to admire the marks he's left along the column of her neck "never realised my sweet girl was so dirty" he smirks as he moves a hand from her hip under her shirt feeling the skin of her tummy as his hand travels up and stops at her lacey bra.

Y/N's body shudders under his touch "only for you Ji'' she whimpers as she lifts her shirt up and over her head to expose her half naked upper body she reaches down to tug at the hem of Jisung's shirt "off please" he hums a little as he pretends to think "only because you asked so nicely" he smirks as he pulls his shirt over his head watching as she explores his chest with her hands "like what you see baby? 'cause I do '' he admires her black lace bra for a moment before he reaches behind her back to unclip it, letting it fall to the floor exposing her nipples to the cold air of the room.

She nods her head quickly "didn't realise you'd gotten to big" she murmurs as she lets her fingers wander down his chest "all that time with Changbin and Chan worked out for the best I guess" she smirks before she gasps, her back arching slightly as Han suddenly takes one of her nipples into his mouth. Han smirks as he hears her gasp "sorry couldn't wait any longer" his tongue licks over the hardening bud and he can't help the groan that escapes his mouth as he feels her arching into his touch.

He releases her nipple with a pop and smirks "you'll have to thank them when I finally let you out of my bed" he smirks before moving to the other nipple giving it the same attention. She lets out soft moans as he teases her nipples into small peaks, sparks of pleasure slipping down her body straight to her core as it starts to become unbearably wet "Ji... baby I need you" she moans again as she grinds her crotch against his now fully hard covered length.

Han groans low in his throat as he feels her wetness start to seep through her pants "oh yeah? where do you need me sweetheart" Y/N whimpers and grinds down on him against but Han tuts at her "use your words baby or we'll stay like this" she groans frustrated and grabs his wrist putting his hand down her pants "look what you've done to me Ji" she sighs as she feels his fingers start to explore her body.

He chuckles as he feels her warmth and readiness for him. He slowly starts to tease her entrance with his fingers, moaning softly as he feels her wetness coat his fingers "you're so fucking wet and tight baby, this all for me?" she nods her head and closes her eyes as she feels his fingers teasing at her walls as he pushes two fingers straight into her waiting entrance, a moan floods past her throat as he pleases her "all for you baby, only you" Han growls as he feels her walls start to clench around his fingers.

He starts to thrust his fingers in and out of her tight heat, moaning her name as he takes her "that's it baby, take my fingers. Show me how much you want me" she nods her head quickly "want you so bad Ji, please I need it" she whines as she rocks against his thick fingers "need your cock now" the brunette underneath her groans as he feels her tight heat squeezing his fingers. He pulls his fingers out of her slowly, leaving her aching for more "not yet sweetheart, trying to prep you" he brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks her essence off with a moan at her taste.

Y/N shakes her head "I'm good, I can take it I'm so fucking wet please baby. Please Ji" she begs as she moves away to stand tugging her pants and panties down and throwing them off to the side before she climbs back onto his lap, Han shakes his head while laughing "fuck... you have no idea what hearing you beg for my cock is doing to me" he groans as he taps her thighs "up" she lifts up off his lap enough for him to shimmy his pants and boxers down letting his hot thick length spring up as a bead of precum beads down the head.

Once his pants are down Y/N finds purchase back on his thighs as her eyes watch the pre cum leaking from his slit, without much thought she bends down and swirls her tongue over the head of his cock before moving down to follow the streams of his pre, she licks it all up dutifully as he gasps feeling her warm tongue over his sensitive length. She lets out a soft moan as she finally tastes him, his eyes roll back into his head as he feels her warm tongue swirling around his head.

He grips the sides of the sofa as he chokes out a moan "F-fuck sweetheart, wasn't expecting you to suddenly start licking my dick like that" she smiles as innocently as she can, batting her eyelashes at him "sorry Ji I couldn't help myself, had to taste you" she gives him one last look and a wink before she gets back to work swirling her tongue over his slit continuously, licking up all the fluid releasing from his body "fuck you taste good and so pretty too" she switches from gently licking to suckling on his dick using her tongue to lick at the veins that run on the underside of his cock.

Han's hands grip the sofa tightly as he feels her warm mouth engulfing his cock head. He groans deeply, his hips bucking up involuntarily "fuck... Y/N" he pants out her name between moans "you're killing me, if you keep sucking me in like that I won't last" his thighs start to shake against her dainty hands. She gives him one last hard suck before she releases him with a 'pop' and a satisfied smile on her face, she crawls back up to him and hovers just above his spit covered cock "wanna ride you now, 'kay Ji? need to ride you" his breathing is ragged as he watches her crawl back up to him, the sight alone making his dick throb with need.

He nods eagerly, his eyes locked on hers "y-yes sweetheart, I want you to ride me" he stutters out his hands reaching down to grab her hips "shit please, ride me" she nods eagerly giving him one last look to make sure it's what they both want before she sinks down onto him, slowly taking him to the hilt as he stretches her walls so deliciously that she has to close her eyes at the stinging pleasure, she takes a moment to enjoying having his cock spearing her wet pussy.

Han's eyes roll back in his head as he feels her tightness engulfing him so beautifully he chokes out a groan "fuck wait - shit sweetheart you feel SO fucking good... I need a moment or I'll cum right now- shit" he breathes heavily as she giggles watching his struggle. After a few moments he nods and moves his hands to grip her hips tightly. Taking his nod as her sign to move she slowly starts to rock her hips in shallow thrusts, the movement causing both of them to moan in unison "ohh Ji~ you feel soo good inside me, fill me up so perfectly" she babbles as she starts rocking up and down faster.

Han's grips on her hips turns bruising as he holds her tight enjoying the feeling of her bouncing on his cock "always wondered what you'd look like... fuck- taking my cock" he groans as he moves a hand from her hip to her breast teasing the nipple in his fingers "god it's so much better than I imagined" he huffs out a short laugh at the thought before it twists into a moan as she moves faster.

She whimpers at his words as her thighs start to shake and feel the burn of the position she's been in for a while now but she can't slow her rhythm not when Jisung's cock is hitting her g-spot so perfectly that it's making her thoughts turn to white noise "used to think of your thick fingers working me open to take your cock when I would touch myself" she moans as her hips stutter slightly after a particularly deep downwards thrust "f-fuck~" she bites her lip hard. Her confession shocks him slightly before the lewdness of it spikes across his chest and makes his dick throb "y-you'll have to show me one day... how you play with your pretty little pussy" he grunts as he feels her pace falter, seeing she's getting tired he takes matters into his own hands.

Jisung moves his hands down to her thighs spreading them open as he thrusts up into her setting a rough pace that has her mewling against him, all she can do is nod furiously as her moans grow in volume "there Ji~ right there don't fucking stop!~" she whines loudly as her head lolls back and her thighs tremble. Her grip on his shoulders falters as he thrusts faster to meet her request.

Han's groans as she tightens around his length "play with your clit baby while I fuck you" his thrusts get faster as sweat beads across his forehead and chest, Y/N bites her lip as she sucks on her fingers before reaching down and rubbing fast circles against her swollen nub, every thrust and swipe of her finger gets her closer to her peak "J-Ji I- shit! fuck!" she gasps her chest heaving as her orgasm starts to hit.

Han bites his lip as her pussy clamps down tight on his cock as one last deep thrust sends her over the edge, her body shaking wildly as she moans his name cumming hard "shit! shit! Baby I'm C-Cumming! gonna fill you up with my cum" Jisung bites his lip as he gives a few last deep thrusts before he cums. Hot ropes of thick white cum paint her walls as their highs crest together, Y/N chest heaves as she starts to come down from the intense high.

Han's grip on her body loosens as she falls onto his chest, his throbbing cock still buried deep in her walls ``that was... intense" she smiles as she rests her head on his bare chest, Han chuckles as he kisses her forehead "glad you enjoyed it sweetheart" once his cock finally softens he lifts her body slightly and pulls himself out of her before returning her body back to his own. Y/N gives him a bright smile before resting her head back on his chest "we should probably talk about this" she grips his side tightly "us" Han nods in agreement "in the morning, for now let's just enjoy the moment and go to bed" he kisses her forehead then her cheek before lifting her into his arms and carrying her to his room.

She sighs contentedly as he slips her into his bed before climbing in behind her and pulling her close, he kisses her neck one last time before whispering "I love you Y/N" her heart skips a beat as she feels his warm breath against her neck "I love you too Ji" she smiles before letting sleep take her tired body.

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Pablo Gavi x reader "Quiero casarme contigo"

I had this idea and I went for it, hope you enjoy

The 5 times Gavi told you "quiero casarme contigo"

1st time

Me and Gavi have been dating for a couple of months and it has been nothing but happiness everyday. Today Gavi told me that he was going to come over to my place after his practice to give me a surprise.

While laying on my couch I heard a knock at the door. Grinning while I walked towards the door, I opened it to reveal Gavi with flowers in his hand and a small bag in his other hand.

“Hola mi amor, i brought you some gifts” he said while walking in and giving you a kiss on your forehead.

“Hola…is it our 3 month anniversary already?” I was a little surprised by the gifts he had, I knew he said a surprise and this was certainly one.

He laughed ,“No but I wanted to get you this for a long time,” he held up the small bag, “and I saw these on my way over here and thought of you” , he presented you with the flowers. I reached over to grab and smell them. “You’re so cute you know that, thank you mi amor” I set the flowers down on the counter and reached over to hug him. He hugged back squeezing you a little closer.

“You are the cute one querida, but here open this one too” he gave me the small bag. “I hope you’ll like it,'' he said as you started to take out the tissue paper. You reached in and pulled out a Barcelona Jersey as well a Spain National Team Jersey. When you look at the back you see it has Gavi’s name on it. “I know you have one Barcelona jersey but I wanted to give you something more special, I’ve worn these and before you give me a look I did clean them. Do you like it?” he asked, looking at you with his brown eyes.

“Oh gavi , yes, i love them!” He smiled big when you said that. “Also love to rep your name in the stands” told him while still looking at the jersey.

Laughing at your comment, “I sure hope so. I wish to see you wearing my name forever” he said cutely at you

Smiling at his adorableness, you teased “hm you’re not proposing right?”

He blushed at your response and he started stuttering,”n-no no” he said. As you turned quickly to put the flowers in a vase , Gavi whispered under his breath,”pero, quiero casarme contigo un dia”

“What was that?” you asked, hearing what sounded like a mumble. He lifted his eyebrows as he had been caught but then tried to play cool, “nada mi amor” . You gave him a look before walking over to him again and wrapping your arms around his neck. “Again gracias pabs, por todo”

He smiled and leaned in close to you and kissed you gently on the lips.

2nd Time

“Gavi!, Gavi stop! , i -” I couldn't keep my laughter in as Gavi kept tickling me on the couch as we waited for our popcorn to pop for our weekly movie night at your newly shared apartment.

“Sorry querida , no can do” he said as he continued and you both continued laughing until you heard the beeps of the microwave, signally that the popcorn was done.

“You got lucky this time” Gavi said, smirking, getting off to go into the kitchen to get the popcorn.

In some relief you stood back up in a sitting position on the couch and pulled the blanket to your chest. Gavi then walked in with the popcorn and some other snacks. “So what movie should we watch?” He asked as he sat down next to you, pulling the blanket to be closer to you.

Putting your thinking face on, he smiled at your action that he found adorable whenever you were in deep thought. “How about……pride and prejudice!” you said happily.

He rolled his eyes playfully, “but mi amor we watched that already several times”

Pouting at him seems to do the trick to make him cave in again, feeling satisfied when you hear , “fine” next to you.

As the movie is playing, you are cuddled on gavi’s side with his arm holding you close to him. Feeling his warmth and the softness of the blanket lures you to close your eyes.

Gavi turned his head to you when your favorite part came on, wanting to see your excited expression but instead he was met with your sleeping face.

He took a minute to admire your features and how peaceful you looked, he kissed your forehead and held it there for a while, whispering “pronto quiero casarme contigo”. He smiled at your sleeping figure and stayed to watch the remainder of the movie, not wanting to disturb you in your sleep.

3rd Time

Rushing quickly to get your makeup on, you are getting more nervous by the minute. Today was the Ballon d’or awards ceremony and Gavi was a nominee for the Kopa award. This also will be the first time I go to a really public event with him.

“You look amazing y/n stop stressing” My best friend Madelyn said, she came to Paris just to help me get ready and I love her for that.

“I know, i know, it’s just i don’t want to embarrass Gavi if I look a mess on the red carpet with all those cameras and..” i said , starting to panic. Madelyn noticed this and quickly came over grabbing my hands. “Hey no rambling, i know for a fact that Gavi will be blown away by how gorgeous you look right now” Giving me a reassuring smile, just her words made me feel more better. “I’m really glad you're here mads, i don’t know what i would you without you” i told her

Flicking her hair in a funny way, “i'm here whenever you need me, now let’s finish that makeup”

Meanwhile w Gavi

“I don’t know man I just feel so nervous” Gavi said to Pedri as they waited in the Hotel’s lobby for y/n.

“Everything is going to go fine hermanito, you will win that award and you’ll have your girl by your side tonight” Pedri told Gavi reassuringly.

Smiling to himself as pedri mentioned your name, another part of him was excited to have you with him, since you’ve never gone before to any public event.

Pedri noticed how his smile grew and smirked , “you are so in love hermanito , you’re smiling like that just hearing her name” he teased. He then asked in a more hushed voice “do you think she’s the one?”

Gavi raised his head from the ground , a smile never leaving his face. “Yes, she makes me the happiest i ever been, i want my future to have her always” Pedri smiled at his best friend, then they both turned their heads hearing the elevator ding.

When the elevator doors opened it revealed you in a stunning dress, Gavi’s eyes went wide and couldn’t move from where he was sitting, stuck in a trace by you.

You nervously blush walking over to them, “how do I look?, think it’s carpet ready?”

Your voice broke him out of the trance and he finally stood up walking towards you,

“You …you look so beautiful, you look better, like un renia” he said, still admiring you up close.

Pouting at him for his genuine response, you lean up to give him a thank you kiss. However Gavi wanted to turn it into more, showing you how much he loves you. Separating you put your foreheads together smiling dumbfoundedly at each other.

You both pull away, turning to the direction of y/n’s name being called out. Seeing Madelyn rush over to y/n holding a small purse. “Oh “ y/n said walking towards her.

While y/n was with madelyn, Gavi still couldn’t believe you were his, under his breath he said, ‘quiero casarme contigo”

Pedri behind him, heard however, grinning at his best friend and giving him a pat on the back.

4th Time

Today you and Gavi were going to his family’s home for a family gathering they were having. Gavi knocking on the door, while holding a bag of deserts and your hand on the other.

The door immediately opened to reveal his dad. “Bienvenidos! Come in , come in, we are so happy to have you over especially you y/n” his dad said going to you to give you a big hug.

“Gracias for inviting me, it’s always an honor to be in your home’ you said as you hugged his dad back. Gavi smiling at your interaction. His dad then turned and gave his son a hug , “hola papi” he said.

“The rest are in the living room and your mom is in the kitchen” gavi’s dad said pointing forwards. Walking into the living you saw Gavi’s sister Aurora and more of his family members sitting on the chairs. When Aurora saw you she immediately got up from her seat, “y/n! I’m so happy to see you, how is mi chica?” she said, hugging you.

Smiling at her “im doing good, im also happy to see you, you need to tell me everything about your recent trip!’ you told her with the same excitement. She grinned at you, “oh my goodness yess! Okay so.. “ she started but before you listen anymore Gavi interrupted.

‘Perdoname Aurora pero y/n still needs to say hi to rest including mama” he said wrapping his arm around your waist. As a response Aurora scowled at her brother, “fine fine but she’s mine when your done”

As Gavi leads you to the kitchen, he turns his head to her, ``don't steal my girlfriend” he said playfully. Opening the door to the kitchen, you saw his mom and one of his aunts preparing the food.

‘Mama, we're here, ' Gavi said and his mom looked up from cutting tomatoes. Her face turned into a bright smile seeing her son and you by his side.

‘Ah Mi hijo, i missed you” she says going to hug Gavi first then quickly going to you

“tambien i missed you too y/n , how have you been? Did you try those recipes I sent you?” she said, giving you a hug.

“Si, muchas gracias, they turned out great just like you said” you responded holding her arms as she still held yours. Gavi gave both of you a confusing look, “you guys text?”

His mom gave him a look, “of course! She is my future daughter in law and we have the best conversations” you both blushed at her comment about marriage.

‘ i enjoy it too, i’ll send you more of those gossip articles when they come out!” you said to her

She grinned ‘gracias``.Saying hi to his aunt who finished mixing, you offered help, which his mom protested to let you talk with the others but finally you won, helping her finish preparing.

Meanwhile Gavi went back into the living to talk to the rest of his family.

Aurora sits next to her brother, “so pablo…you got anything planned for you and y/n’s 4 year anniversary?” she asks, curiosity filled her eyes.

Gavi smiles ,”si, i do but i’m not telling you, you might slip and tell her” , “also don’t call me pablo” he responded scolding his sister, not going to reveal anything he had planned.

“You’re no fun, but really Gavi, you got a good one, don’t let her go okay?” she told him in a serious yet still caring voice. Gavi nodded his head in response, ‘nunca” he said.

Gavi went back towards you and sat on the kitchen counter,admiring you working on the food alongside his mom and aunt. You didn’t have to, you were a guest at the house, but you still made it a priority to help, and he loved you more knowing you have a caring heart.

Looking up at him you give him a big grin as you’re mixing the salad. He gives you one back and continues to watch you behind the counter. In his daze he couldn’t help but feel lucky, lucky to have you.

That’s when it slipped. He didn’t mean for it to be vocalized above a whisper, but yet it happened.

“quiero casarme contigo” he said. As soon as he said it his mom stopped doing what she was doing and so did his aunt. Just for his luck his sister Aurora was walking up to the counter and heard him too, stunned as well from the revelation.

You on the other hand, since you knew some formalities in spanish and what gavi taught you but not the best at understanding spanish to full capacity, looked around confused, noticing Gavi’s and his family’s wide eyes.

Remembering when he said something familiar back to your earlier years of dating but had zero clue what they meant. “I’ve heard you say that before, what does it mean?” you asked.

All his family members turn to see Gavi still frozen in his spot and to help the poor panicked boy, his mom said, “oh you know it’s just a sweet saying nothing else” , his sister and aunt nodded and agreed.

Gavi then nodded along, “si y/n/n it’s just a spanish saying” . Before you could question further, his aunt asked for your help, giving a successful distraction.

Gavi sighed , relieved that his family didn’t out him, he did want to marry y/n but he didn’t know how she felt about the matter yet.

“Hermanito you better start saving up” Aurora said while patting his back, his mom smirked at him and nodded her head. Gavi could feel his cheeks burning again. “Pronto,” he said.

5th Time

“This is so beautiful” you said looking out at the view in front of you. For your 5th anniversary Pablo surprised you with a trip to New Zealand, and today he took you on a beautiful nature sightseeing tour.

‘Not as beautiful as you,” he said, smiling wide at you. You turned and gave him a smile, looking at the view again to take video. Gavi played with the tiny box inside his pocket, trying to ease his nerves. He knew this was the spot and the moment. With a deep breath, he mentally prepared again what he was going to say.

“y/n?” he said behind you, you turned to look at him looking more nervous that you ever saw him, hands at his side, shaking a bit.

“Yes mi amor” you replied

He took a step forward to you and grabbed your hands into his own, intertwining your fingers.

“You know I love you, so so much, right?” he asked looking to your eyes

Puzzled at his question , “of course pabs and i love you so so much too”

He nodded his head, looking down for a moment then meeting your eyes again.

“y/n…since i met you my life has been nothing but happiness. Even with my bad days you are always there to pick me up and i love you for that. You are my other half, i know it. I’ve know this since the day i met you. I want you in my future, i want you to be apart of my achievements both on and off the field, i want to wake up every morning and see your beautiful face knowing i’ll get to relive that magical moment for the rest of my life. I want you to be the only person who can call me pabs, I want you to be the mother to my children, grow old with you, always be the one you love and watch pride and prejudice with”

You did a small laugh as he said that last part, your eyes already started to tear up at Gavi’s love confession.

He laughed along with you too, “I know we are still young but I have no doubt in my mind that this is the right decision. Quiero casarme contigo”

You gave him a look , “wait there's that sentence again”, he nodded and grinned at you

“You’ve been wanting to know what it means, well mi amor it means….i want to marry you”

Your eyes go wide at this, and ever wider when you see him start to get on one knee. Your hands cover your mouth in shock.

“y/n y/m/n y/l/n will you make me the happiest man alive in the universe and marry me?” he said with a couple of tears in his eyes looking deep into yours.

The floodgates took over after he said those words, not being able to talk you just nodded your head frantically until you could. “YES , SI , OF COURSE I WILL GAVI” you said while going down to hug him. He hugged you so tight, his face beaming with happiness at your response.

He moved a little back to put the ring on your finger, it was a perfect fit. You hugged him again, and he pulled you into a passionate kiss. Pulling away with your foreheads together, “you’re going to be my husband” you said in disbelief.

He grinned huge,’and you're going to be my wife”, leaning down to kiss you again.

“I love you” he said when you pulled away, looking at you with eyes of pure love and a couple of tears. “I love you too,” I said.

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tonberry-yoda · 11 months

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I Love You, Spiderman - Peter B. Parker

notes - I have been thinking about him way too much lol word count - 2,108 WARNINGS - brief mentions of blood (a deep cut) summary - you've been tired and missing spending time with your bf. a superhero by the name of spiderman helps you destress before work, but you find out something about him you would never expect

You've been exhausted as of late, working overtime and trying not to fall asleep at your computer. You had been trying to pay off college for a long time and you were so damn close you could taste it. Just a couple more weeks of overtime and you would be done paying it off. The thought made you smile, it just sucked how hard you had to work for that.

Because of this though, the time spent with your boyfriend has been little to none. You didn't really know where Peter worked, but you knew that it was something busy as well - cop stuff, he told you. So because of this, you would rarely see each other. You both lived in a crappy little apartment together so when you would come home, you would turn on the dim kitchen light, make some microwavable mac and cheese, and immediately pass out. Hours later, if you weren't dead asleep, sometimes you would feel your boyfriend curl into your arms and kiss along your neck before he passed out just the same.

You hated that you were growing apart from this. Even days off were pretty silent because out of nowhere, he would get a random call that would send him off to work, leaving you to lie on your bed and stare at the ceiling.

He was tired and you were tired.

You didn't know how much more of this you could take. Even a couple more weeks sounded like hell.

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You woke up to Peter kissing you on the forehead and saying goodbye. You opened your eyes, but squinted at the sun. What you did see was him walking out of the room.

"Wait," you said with a tired voice. "Peter."

"What's up?" He stood in the doorway and looked like he had to leave in a rush.

"Have a good day." You held open your arms and Peter quickly ran over, giving you a quick hug and another kiss.

"You too. Don't work too hard."

"Oh, you know I will." you chuckled.

"I know." he laughed back, quickly bolting out of the house.

You were just glad the two of you could still talk.

You stretched and got out of bed, yawning. Another long day, but you were so used to it at this point.

You brushed your teeth and took a shower. It was colder out than usual in New York, so you had to put on some layers and then decided to make yourself a little treat of hot cocoa that you could carry out of the house with you.

When you locked the warmth behind you with the click of a door, you could see your breath. You shivered and wrapped yourself in your coat, beginning your walk.

Walking was way nicer than wasting forty minutes in New York traffic, no matter how cold it was. Plus, where you worked wasn't more than a fifteen minute walk.

You put in some headphones and put on something to pump you up for the day and decided to take a shortcut since it was so cold.

The shortcut you would only take on days like this was a long alleyway. You never liked it, since it smelled pretty bad - especially on hot days - and was always dark, but on colder days, it was a good way to push through and get to work.

You held your keys close, ready to use them as a weapon and saw alley cats that you wanted to pet, but passed since you didn't want to be late.

You quickly froze in place when you saw something completely unexpected, however. Spiderman landed in front of you, panting and out of breath. He leaned against the wall, looking victorious, and let one of the alley cats curl up on his lap.

"I am so tired." he muttered softly under his breath. The cat just purred at him and he pet it.

He looked up and noticed you, completely frozen in your spot.

"Oh, hey." he giggled, rubbing the back of his neck. "What's up?"

"You're Spiderman," was all you could say in complete awe.

"That I am." he chuckled.

"Are you okay?" You spotted a torn spot in his suit and blood running out of a cut.

"Oh, this?" He winced. "It's nothing. Just a little scratch. I'm fine."

"Are you sure? It looks pretty deep."

"I've been through worse," he admitted. "This is nothing compared to what I usually go through."

"Alright.... well uhh... it was nice to meet you, Spiderman. I gotta go to work though."

"It was nice meeting you too," he moved the cat and stood up, reaching his hand out to you. "What's you name?"

"y/n." you took his hand and shook it.

"Well, it was wonderful to meet you, y/n. And might I say, you are pretty dang cute." He winked at you.

"Oh, I have a boyfriend." you told him quickly before walking away.

The walk to your office building was just you in deep thought. Did Spiderman just call you... cute? What a weird morning.

And definitely not your last of those.

On a morning that Peter woke you up by pressing kisses up and down your face and neck that made you giggle, you went out again only to find Spiderman down the same alleyway.

"Well look who it is!" he laughed.

"What a coincidence," you laughed back, thinking that was it, just trying to walk past him.

"So, where are you off to?" he asked, catching up to you.

"Work."

"Ew."

You laughed. "No kidding."

"So what's this boyfriend of yours like?"

You rolled your eyes. "Really?" you asked, turning to look at him.

"Yes, really! I wanna hear about him. You know, since you were so able to reject Spiderman over him."

"Shut up. I don't even know who you are."

"Just tell me!"

So you did. You told him everything. How much you loved him, how long you've been together... how you've been separated.

"I wouldn't really call it 'separated' per say," Spiderman said. "I mean, sure you have to work some overtime, but it sounds like you guys are fine if he's still waking you up with kisses and saying he loves you."

You thought about it for a minute. He was right. It's not like you and Peter were arguing or actively avoiding each other. You were both just extremely busy.

"How much longer do you think you have to work like you have been?" he asked.

"Not too much longer."

"Well that's good. I would say ask him on a really nice date if he doesn't beat you to it."

You laughed out loud. You laughed and really couldn't control it.

"What's so funny?" Spiderman asked.

"It's just... I think Peter would shit his pants if he knew I was talking to Spiderman. Let alone getting relationship advice from him."

"What? Is he a big fan or something?"

"Oh, huge fan. He owns a stupid amount of merch and exclusive stuff too. He's like in love with you."

That got Spiderman to laugh pretty hard, nearly keeling over. "Maybe I should take your boyfriend out instead."

You both laughed until you got to the end of the alleyway. You gave him a fist bump and thanked him.

"Even if I don't know you under the mask," you said. "I think it would be pretty cool to be friends, Spiderman."

And that was exactly what happened. Every morning before work, you would walk with him for only a short five minutes before you had to part. Whenever you got a short amount of time to talk to Peter, you would tell him that you hung out with Spiderman, but he would just brush it off with laughter.

But if not for him, you wouldn't have gone on such a lovely date with Peter after you stopped working so much overtime.

When he saw you come downstairs in a shimmery red dress, he nearly passed out.

"J-Jesus, y/n." he stuttered as he looked you over.

"Do you like it?" you asked as your cheeks heated.

"No way," he said with a sigh. "I love it. You look.... oh my god."

You laughed and pulled Peter into your arms, playing with his hair. You told him how cute he looked in his suit and pressed a kiss onto his cheek.

He still stared at you with complete shock and you swore to god you could see hearts in his pupils.

You just locked your arm with his and got in his car before driving to go get dinner. You blasted music that you both sang horribly to, and when you ended up at the restaurant, you ended up talking more than eating. You were remembering old memories and laughing about stupid stuff from years ago.

It felt nice to be back like this with your boyfriend. All those years of dating were suddenly so much more worth it and you were now debt free.

"I love you so much, Peter." you told him as you reached for his hand across the table.

"You don't even understand how much I love you." he said back.

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You took the next few days off, just enjoying your time with Peter. Not a lot of dates occurred, it was more the two of you sitting around in your PJs, but that was more than good enough for you.

And even when the two of you did eventually get back to work, it didn't feel like anything awful. It was shorter days and a lot more cuddles.

On another cold day before work, you walked down the usual alleyway and weren't surprised to see Spiderman playing with a cat.

"Hey, Spiderman," you said with a smile.

"Oh, hey!" He stood up and gave you a high five. "How've you been?"

"Really good." you smiled. "Like really really good."

"And your boyfriend?"

"Amazing. Thanks to you telling me to take him on that stupid date, we've literally been closer than ever I think."

"You would've gone on the date anyway." he chuckled.

"I know, but I feel like I need to thank you for some reason."

"Don't worry about it. I'm just doin' my thing."

You laughed and walked down the alley with him. "Would you ever want to meet Peter?" you asked. "You know, since we're close now, I figured it would be kinda cool if you met him."

Spiderman laughed. "This is so weird that we're friends."

"No kidding."

"But, no, really, I think it would be pretty cool to meet him."

You beamed. "He doesn't work until later! Maybe he's still lying in bed! Let me call him!"

You took a couple steps away from Spiderman to call Peter. You were so stupidly excited to share your friendship with this superhero with your boyfriend. It was silly, but it was nice.

Behind you, you heard Spiderman's phone go off and he laughed. "Looks like I'm getting a call. Hello?"

You heard the same 'hello' echo from your phone and you nearly dropped it on the asphalt beneath you.

"Peter?"

Spiderman looked around to make sure no one was nearby and he slipped off the mask to reveal that he was just Peter under the mask.

You felt yourself go faint for a minute.

"Wait, hold on," you held onto a nearby wall and looked at Peter, who was just smiling at you. "What the hell, Peter?!" you exclaimed.

He shrugged and then looked at you with pure horror. "Wait! Are you mad?! Please don't tell me you're mad!"

You didn't know what you felt, but mad definitely wasn't one of those somethings. "No, I'm not mad," you reassured him. "Just confused." you laughed.

He took a deep breath and nervously chuckled. "I didn't know how to tell you, so I thought it would be funny to bother you as Spiderman before work."

You laughed again. You really couldn't help it. "I don't know how I didn't figure it out sooner. It should've been obvious."

"You think?"

"Same bad humor."

"Hey!"

You just laughed again and hugged Peter. "I'm gonna go to work now, you big dork. But have a good day, alright? And don't get hurt."

"No promises." He went to slip the mask back on, but left his lips out, which you gladly kissed with a smile.

"We'll talk all about this when we get home, okay?"

He nodded and pulled the mask back over his face completely.

"I love you, Spiderman." you said, blowing him a kiss.

"I love you too." he swooned before taking off into the city.

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returning gifts - jin x reader

pairing: kim seok-jin x reader rating: 18+ summary: tags: pwp, smut, lingerie, sugar daddy!jin, sugar daddy au, college student!reader

Seokjin was obsessed with you. From the cute animal socks on your feet to the warm hat you wore when it was cold out. From head to toe, he loved you. He only wanted the best for his baby.

But then again what kind of sugar daddy would he be if he didn't spoil you rotten?

He had been away for a week now, you spent most of your time in the sleek townhouse you both shared (but he paid for). You only left to go to class and pick up groceries. It wasn't as much fun to go around the city without him, there was a Seokjin shaped hole in your heart when he was off doing business.

He was away for long stretches of time, but that was the life you signed up for.

You expected for him to be gone for another week, at least that was the timeline that he gave you. On the 20th he would be back, so when the front door opened and closed, you were taken by surprise.

You turned your head to the noise and took off your headphones. There at the door you saw your boyfriend. And without thinking you tossed your headphones to the side and raced over to him. By pure instinct you felt safe in his arms.

“Jin!” You squealed as you buried yourself into his neck and held onto him tightly. In return he wrapped his arms around you and held him close.

“Hi, honey.” He responded as he used one arm to get his bag off his shoulder while holding you with the other. He kissed your cheek and forehead lovingly, “I missed you.” Then went back to holding you with both arms.

“I missed you too, I thought about you every day. Basically every second of every day!” You buried yourself as deep as you could into his arms and felt comfort in his grasp. Oh, how you missed him. Even though you could've toughed it out for another week, the fact he was home made you feel warm all over.

Your eyes met and he leaned in to kiss you on the forehead, “I thought about you all the time as well, everyone kept asking about you. But I knew my baby was home, safe and sound. Right?”

You nodded eagerly and he leaned in for a soft kiss. He cupped the back of your head to keep the kiss deep. You held onto the font of his jacket and practically melted into his arms. This was your home, even without all the glitz and glam, this was what you wanted more than anything. More than any jewels or fancy houses or anything, you just wanted Seokjin.

He pulled away and took off his jacket to hang up. He took off his shoes and put them gently to the side. He smiled at you, you could see the small warmth on his cheeks. “Have you been taking care of yourself?” He worried that you were surviving off microwaveable meals or cheap take out.

“All the time, honey.” You responded, proud of yourself, “Three square meals and a proper bedtime.”

He chuckled, “I find that last one unlikely.” He brought his bags to the couch with your help. He looked at you once more when he was on the couch, “I did get you something. I want you to see it now, since you've been so good for me.“ Then sat down on the couch.

You watched nearby as he rummaged through his suitcase to find the expensive box. He pulled it out slowly, and kept his eyes on you. You leaned in, ”What is it?“ And soon the box was revealed to you. It was large, white with a thin red ribbon.

He took the box into both of his hands and handed it to you, ”Why don't you open it to find out?“ Then watched you sit down on the couch beside him. He put the box in you lap, ”I hope it's your colour.” Then took you by the face and kissed you on the cheek.

“You really shouldn't have.“ You said as you looked down at the box in your lap, ”I bet it was too expensive.“ You were nervous about ruining the box, you had a soft spot for nice packaging. You could feel Seokjin's eyes on you as you slowly opened the present.

”Only the best for you.“ He reached towards you and played with a strand of hair. If he were a cartoon character he'd have hearts in his eyes as he carefully watched you unwrap his gift. His heart raced with excitement as you got the ribbon off, he knew you were going to save it for some project later. “I wanted to know if mint was your colour.”

You opened the box and inside were a matching pair of bra and panties made of fine lace. They were almost see through, you wouldn't be wearing these to the gym. The thought made you chuckle to yourself that you kept restrained. You didn't want to seem like you were insulting your boyfriend.

“How do you like them?“ He asked as he kept a keen eye on you.

You turned to him and broke out into a huge grin, ”Oh, Jin. They're perfect. How did you know?“ Then put them down to pull him into a tight hug. You pulled away after a moment to kiss him all over the face, which made him blush more. His smile grew which made yours grow as well.

”I told you, only the best.“ He assured you, ”I only want to give you the best. This was the best place I could find in Paris. I wanted it to last a long time but look beautiful on you.“

You giggled and pulled him in for another kiss, ”You spoil me.“

”Only you.“ He replied.

”I should try it on!” You perked up as you grabbed the set out of the box and got up. "You stay here, okay?“

He leaned back into the couch and crossed one leg over the other. He replied, ”Of course, go. I want to see you in it.“ Then gave you a soft smile.

You quickly raced upstairs into the bedroom to get undressed. Out of your oversized clothes and ratty sports bra. It left you bare, you gazed at yourself in the full length mirror at the far end of the room.

You held up the bra to your breasts and gazed at yourself further. You blushed that Seokjin even thought of you, it was a sweet gesture. You smiled at yourself in the mirror. You exhaled deeply and blushed further, you knew his intentions with getting you something so sexual.

You put it on, it fits just right. It hugged all the right curves and showed off your assets. You did a turn in front of the mirror and even gave yourself a cheeky slap on the bum. The motion made you chuckle before you put all your clothes on the large bed you both shared and headed downstairs.

Seokjin was still seated on the couch with his phone out. He heard you come down the stairs and looked up at you. He smiled once more as he got up, he was captured by your beauty. He got close and took your hand then led you back to the couch.

He admired you as he watched you sit down. From the angle he was at, he could see the full beauty of your breasts which made him swallow. You really were a sight to behold, you truly were the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on.

He sat down beside you and turned you towards him. He placed a hand on your thigh and placed your leg over his knees. He grabbed the meat of your thigh and looked at you closely. ”Amazing.“ He said, “I guess I picked right.”

“Of course, honey.” You replied as you leaned in, “You always pick right.” Then the strap started to fall and you watched Seokjin put it back in place. His hand lingered to your collarbone. You took him by the chin and pulled him in for a kiss, you felt warm all over as your lips touched his.

“I missed you.” He remarked, his lips so close to yours. His hand went back to your thigh where he massaged your hot skin. He pressed his chest up against yours as he kissed you once more.

“I missed you too.” You replied, your eyes shut before you went in for another kiss. You wrapped your arms around him. Soon the air of the living room grew warm as he touched you.

He thought you were a beauty, so perfect he had no words to say about it. You were just angelic. But he did want more. Soon both hands were on your back, they slowly moved up to the back of the bra.

"But now.“He said, ”I want you.“ Then undid the strap. You got out of it, and swung yourself onto his lap. He palmed at your breasts, his thumbs gazed at your nipples which made you moan. The sexual tension in the room was thick, and thankfully you were alone. No one could bother you as you began to kiss one another again. He continued to massage your breasts. He commented as he broke the kiss, ”Next time I'll take some photos, a little something for when we're apart again.“

”I'll even let you take some videos too.“ You chuckled as you held onto his soft hair. He peppered kisses on your breasts and you moaned loudly. You moved your hips on your own, your barely dressed pussy rubbed against his slacks. You yelped when his mouth went to your chest. You gripped onto his hair as he licked at one of your nipples.

”Perfect. All for me.“ He remarked, his dark eyes gazed up at you as he continued to lick at your nipple. He alternated between the two which made your toes curl as you remained in his lap. You felt your cheeks heat up as he teased you.

”Always for you, Jin.“ You replied.Your cheeks felt hot as you rubbed up against him. You pushed the hai out of your eyes to keep your gaze on him. Your heart was racing by the closeness to your boyfriend. He always left you so heated.

The kissing continued as he played with your breasts. His cock twitched in his pants as he felt the overwhelming urge to take a step further. He wanted you, he wanted you any way you'd let him. Soon you pulled away and moved so he could take his cock out of his pants.

You slipped out of the panties so as to not ruin them, which left you naked for your boyfriend. You both admired one another for a moment, you gazed at every line on his face before you went back into his lap. With his help you seated yourself onto his cock. You let out a long noise as you got seated with your hands on his shoulders.

You tilted your head back once you got comfortable. He placed his hands onto your hips and put his face between your bare breasts. He groaned into your soft skin as he rolled his hips up into you. The pace was slow and methodical. The room grew hotter with your love making.

He rubbed your hips as he continued to move in time with you. You were both working as a team to make each other climax. You moaned and held him tightly, your toes curled as you started to pick up the pace.

Your breasts moved in time with your thrusts and it only encouraged him to give them more attention. He groaned against you as you both moved together. He breathed heavily and held onto your hips. He felt the euphoria run up his spine as he moved. His body temperature rose with the heat of the living room and the closeness of your bodies.

”I love you.“

”I love you too.“ You moaned in response. You felt him tease your nipples which only made you grow more wet. The sounds of sex filled the room. ”Fuck, Jin. You're perfect.“ You quickened the pace as you moved up and down his cock.

He grit his teeth for a moment before he met your pace. Pleasure coursed through both of your bodies as you worked together. He started to leave marks on your skin. He groaned against your breast before he started to lick and bite at the sensitive flesh. The sensation only turned you on further.

”You are beautiful. Perfect. I only want you.“ He admitted, ”I only thought about you during my trip. I couldn't wait to come home to you.”

The pleasure was undeniable, the heat between you two left your heart racing. You wanted him more than anything. Your bodies moved together on the couch as he kissed your heated skin. The feeling was euphoric, it was hot beyond measure. You wanted him and he wanted you. He adored you, he thought nothing of the best about you.

You leaned down to kiss him on those soft lips before you moved your hips two more times and finished around his cock. Your pussy clenched around him as you gripped onto his shoulders. You relaxed and he picked up the pace as soon finished inside of you. He let out a loud groan as he did so, he felt the same rush through him as you did. It was hot and heavy all over.

Soon you were in each others' arms on the couch. He even kicked off his slacks to get more comfortable as he laid beside you. Your breathing was heavy as he sprawled out beside you. You could feel your heartbeat in your ears.

You laid in bliss as the pleasure subsided,. you could hear Seokjin's heavy breathing in your ear. He kept a protective arm around you. He said, “I should buy you more stuff like that. Dress you all all fancy.”

You turned in his arms and kissed him. You held onto his face and replied, “Whatever you put me in, I'll wear.” Then pulled him in for another searing kiss.

#dexlexia writes #reader insert #bts #bts x reader #bts x fem!reader #bts x you #bts x y/n #bangtan #bts jin #jin #jin x reader #jin x you #jin x y/n #kim seokjin #bts seokjin #seokjin x reader #bts smut #jin smut #sugar daddy au

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eriquin · 10 months

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Time Travel AU

So I've been posting snippets from this, but it's still in need of a name. But it's also pretty long at this point so I figured I might as well post some chapters and see what people think.

(all parts post)

Summary

Steve Harrington goes to sleep sometime after the apocalypse and wakes up in October of 1983. He remembers what's going to happen. No one else does.

Part 1:

Steve was definitely dreaming.

The dream went like this. He woke up in his bedroom at home when he had gone to sleep at the Henderson house with half of the party. He woke up and the sky outside was cloudy but not raining ash. He woke up alone, instead of next to Robin or Dustin or someone who had curled up next to him for warmth or protection from nightmares. He woke up feeling rested and alert and with a clear head and no ringing in his ears. He woke up and listened and there was someone moving around downstairs.

His bat wasn’t next to the bed, or under it, so he grabbed a trophy off the shelf and flipped it around so that he could use the stone base as a weapon. He stopped to listen at the top step and recognized the voices. Somehow, his parents had come home.

He kept the trophy in his hand and crept down the stairs to find his mom cooking breakfast and his dad reading the paper at the kitchen island. They both looked as surprised to see him as he was to see them.

“Uh. Hi?” he said with a little wave. He still had the trophy in his hand and he set it down on the kitchen counter.

“Good morning,” Mom said. “I didn’t expect to see you up so early on a Sunday.”

Dad chuckled and got up to pour himself another cup of coffee. “Something must’ve startled him. He came downstairs and his hair isn’t perfect.” Steve’s hands automatically went to his head to pat his hair into place.

Mom tutted at Dad as she turned back to the stove to flip some pancakes over. “Like you’re one to talk, David.”

They were both dressed for the weekend, slacks and sweaters and polos. His mom’s hair was curly and pinned up, and his dad’s beard was trimmed short. Neither of the styles were the ones they’d been sporting the last time they’d been home, but there was something nostalgically familiar about it all. “Uh. What time is it, anyway?”

“Only nine, honey,” Mom said. She got out a small stack of plates and set them on the table. “It is nice to see you before noon, though. Just think! You can actually have some pancakes while they’re hot instead of microwaving them when you get up.” She put three pancakes from her stack on one of the plates and held it out to him.

He knew his confusion was showing on his face as he crossed the kitchen to take the plate from her. His parents just looked amused at it all. He brought the plate to the counter next across from where his dad had been sitting, but immediately had to get back up for a fork and knife.

Dad poured a second cup of coffee and brought both it and his own back to the counter, setting the fresh one down next to his plate. “Seems like you’re starting to need this to get started,” he said with a chuckle. “Really settling into your old age, eh son?”

“Thanks, yeah,” he said. He pulled the bottle of maple syrup close and caught his reflection in the bottle. He looked different. His hair was mussed but significantly shorter, and the redness around his neck was missing. He rubbed at it as he stared at himself. There was no hint of the healing abrasions. He ran his hand over the places on his face where he knew he had scars and they were also gone.

His dad laughed again. “He gets that from you,” he said to Mom, gesturing at the way Steve was examining himself.

Mom glanced over at what he was doing and grinned. “Well, he got my good looks, so I don’t blame him.” She put the spatula down and came over to take the bottle out of his hands. “You look fine, sweetheart,” she said, smoothing his hair down. “Got a big date tonight or something?”

“Uh, no?” he said quickly. “I wouldn’t... I mean, what?”

“This is why he sleeps until noon, you know,” Dad said. “His body is moving but his brain hasn’t woken up yet.”

“He gets that from you.” Mom went over to the microwave and pulled out a covered plate. “Here, you two might as well start on the bacon while I finish the pancakes. You’d better leave me some this time, or else you’re making your own damn pancakes next weekend.”

Steve stared at the plate. Mom used to make pancakes and bacon every Sunday that she was home when he was still in school. She’d fry up half a pound of bacon for the three of them and then hide it in the microwave until the pancakes were done. He snagged a piece of it and ate it with his fingers. It was still warm. The memory struck him as something from ages past, but it couldn’t even have been a year since the last time this happened.

“Hey Dad,” he said, leaning across the counter. “Can I see the paper real quick?”

“Want to check the funnies?” Dad asked. But he folded it closed and slid it across to him.

Steve just took a quick look at the date under the headline. It said October 16, 1983. He felt his stomach drop and he stared at it for a minute, slowly chewing the bacon in his mouth. The saltiness of it was grounding him in a reassuring way, but he still felt like the world was spinning a bit.

He didn’t hear the next thing his parents said, but when he looked up they were both quietly staring at him. He tried to think of something to say that would make sense of it all, but his mind was a complete blank. He slowly pushed the paper back towards his dad.

“You suddenly become concerned with what Reagan’s up to, Steve?” his dad asked with a light chuckle. He picked up the paper and folded it.

His mom looked more concerned. She stacked the finished pancakes onto the plate and shut the burner off. “Honey, are you feeling all right?” she asked as she wiped her hands off on her apron. “You look pale.”

He tried to come up with a good excuse but his mind was still whirling. He thought back to falling asleep and waking up somewhere new, but everything was still vividly real. Mom came over and pressed the back of her cool hand to his forehead. He leaned into it without thinking, shutting his eyes and soaking up the attention. Other than the complete disbelief in his environment, he felt completely fine. That was the weirdest part. Nothing actually hurt. He had no aching joints or healing bruises or buzzing in his ears or lingering headaches.

He felt exactly like he had before everything to do with the Upside Down had started. Just like it was October of ‘83.

“I’m fine,” he muttered, pushing his mom’s hand away. “Really, I’m okay.” His mind was reeling more than a little. If this was a dream, then it was a nice one. Nothing nightmarish had happened yet. And if it wasn’t a dream, then he was really back before everything had started. Maybe all the run-ins with the Upside Down were the real nightmare. He tried to think back to what had been going on in the weeks before Will’s disappearance. It was his junior year. There was no looming threat of college applications. Basketball tryouts had just happened, and he was on the team but not captain. There weren’t any games for weeks. His parents were planning a long trip in November. They were a little worried about leaving him home alone for a week, which in hindsight was appropriate.

“Are you sure, Steven?” Mom asked. She brushed a wild strand of hair out of his face and patted his cheek.

“Don’t baby him, Rebecca,” Dad said. “If something was wrong, he’d tell us.”

Mom took a step back towards the stove. “If he’s sick now, he’s actually sick,” she said. “He wouldn’t fake it on a Sunday.”

“Unless he’s one step ahead of you on that,” Dad said. His eyes twinkled a little and he winked at Steve over the lip of his coffee cup. “Counting on you remembering how off he was today so that when he wakes up tomorrow feeling just awful you won’t send him to school.”

“It’s not that,” Steve protested. He pulled the sugar bowl and creamer closer so he could load up his coffee the way he liked it. “I just woke up weird. Think I had a nightmare.”

His dad hummed and shook his head at the amount of sugar Steve was spooning into his coffee. “And this nightmare involved the news somehow?”

“No, I was just double-checking the date,” Steve said. “I dreamt that you guys had left on your trip already and something happened to the house while you were gone.”

Mom let out a scandalized gasp. “Don’t say that! You’ll jinx it.”

“She’s nervous enough leaving you home for a week,” Dad added. He still looked amused.

“No, it’s fine. Really, it’s fine.” Steve took another sip of his coffee and cleared his throat. “Completely unrelated, where are the fire extinguishers?”

This got Mom to gasp again and drop her spatula. When she turned to see Steve and Dad grinning at her, she snatched the kitchen towel off of its hook and swatted at them. It made them burst out laughing. “I can’t believe what I put up with in this family,” she muttered. “After I cooked you all this nice breakfast and everything.”

“Sorry! I’m sorry,” Steve said, holding up his hands in defeat but still giggling. “I promise I’m not going to burn the house down.”

“Or do any other kind of damage!” Mom said. She threw the kitchen towel at his head and missed. “You promise?”

“I promise!”

“Good.” She flipped the next batch of pancakes. “Eat up and then go get ready for the day. Since you’re up, you can help me go grocery shopping.”

#time travel #in need of a name #and probably editing #my writing #stranger things #steddie

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zaraomarrogers · 8 months

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Always And Forever - 16

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem! reader

Warning: Angst, little bit fluff

“Careful bubba! We don’t want to get a boo boo.” Steve was fishing for the keys in his jean jacket pocket while also keeping an eye on Malcolm who was trying to climb up the fence of the front yard.

“C’mon, let’s go in.” He hollered picking the Walmart bag up from the doorstep containing ice cream and Malcolm’s puzzle games. Malcolm ran straight into the house laughing and saying I win I win making Steve smile brightly towards his little firecracker.

“Daddy, I wana eat ice cweam.”

“Yes, we’re gonna have ice cream, but, first we eat dinner.” Steve put him down on the kitchen floor after washing his hands in the sink.

“Nooooo, I wana eat ice cweam now.” Malcolm whined.

“Bubba, mama made noodles and meat balls for us. You love meat balls.” Steve reasoned, putting the food container in microwave to reheat it. Y/n packed food for both of them.

“But I wana eat ice cweam.” Malcolm pouted, wrapping his small arms around Steve’s thigh.

“Yeah, after dinner you can eat ice cream. I just told you that.” Steve ruffled Malcolm’s dark blond silky hair.

“Up.” Malcolm raised his arms upwards towards Steve. He immediately picked him up, welcoming the warmth from his son’s hug.

“When mama be back?” Malcolm nuzzled his face in Steve’s neck and yawned.

“She’ll be back very soon… and going to be very happy when she’d see that you finished all your dinner…” Steve gently rubbed his back. He knew that Malcolm had started to miss Y/n. He brought him to his house yesterday afternoon knowing that Y/n had a date with Andy the other day.

“Bubba, you wana talk to Grandma? Tell her about your day?” Steve tried to distract him.

Malcolm nodded and Steve dialed Sarah’s number placing the phone on dining table against the vase and sitting Malcolm on the chair.

“Honey?” Sarah answered the video call.

“Hi Gwandma!” Malcolm said shyly. He looked towards Steve who came to sit beside him after placing the plates and fork on the table.

“My love! Mal, how are you?” Sarah exclaimed with joy.

“Good. Daddy and I went to ‘ewseum… and… and gwandma, I pwayed with wooden toys…” Malcolm paused for a moment, trying to remember the things he saw at the Boston’s Children Museum.

Steve put the Rubbermaid food containers on the table and started serving the noodles and meat balls on their plates.

“Bubba, you also need to eat. It smells delicious.” Steve cut the meatball in half for Malcolm and poked it on the fork for him as well, while the little boy animatedly continued telling Sarah about his fun experience at the museum.

“He’s just like Y/n.” Sarah cooed, going all heart eyes for his grandson. Steve faked a frown and leaned in to look a closer look at his son, “Nah ah! I don’t think so.” He said with a mouth full of salad.

“He got his looks from you but everything else is Y/n.”

“No wonder I love that woman so much.” he said cockily.

“Oh hush, you boy! you are lucky to have ‘em both.”

“That I am.” Steve whispered, smiling.

“I finish my pwate, daddy. Now, ice cweam time.” Malcolm exclaimed with excitement. Sarah and Steve shared a laugh as he got up to bring the ice cream tub and bowls for them.

“Gwandma, I’m tuwning fouw in two weeks.” Malcom excitedly told Sarah by showing his four small fingers and counting them. “Mama said, I cewebwate my biwthday in daddy’s house…” Steve came to sit beside him on his chair, putting a bowl of ice cream in front of Malcom. “Yayyy ice cweam, ice cweam…” Malcolm took a spoon full in his mouth.

“Slow down, Mal.” Steve cleaned the sides of his mouth and nose with the napkin.

Sarah awed looking at Malcolm, “Mal, honey, have you decided what cake do you want for your birthday?”

“Buzz Wightyeaw… Mama says Gwandma’s going to make the cake.”

“Wait what? When did that happen? Why did I not know about that?” Steve was surprised to get the information from his son. Malcolm just shrugged his shoulders and indulged himself in his ice cream.

“Y/n called me the other day and told me about her plan. I can’t wait to make it happen.” Sarah told him with a smile.

“She’s very sneaky, damn.” Steve muttered, earning hey from his Ma.

“Gwandma, ‘m gonna be in kindew’gawten when I turn fouw. Mama said she’s buy me new spide’man bagpack… and a wunch bag…”

“My love’s gonna be a big boy, I’m so happy Mal. I’m so proud of you.” Sarah was going gaga over her grandson, barely containing the happy tears.

“Y’now gwandma, I can wwite my name too.”

“Oh wow! That’s wonderful! Your teacher taught you how to write your name?”

“Nope! Mama did.” Malcolm said, now bouncing on Steve’s lap.

“Oh hun, your mama is the best.”

“Daddy’s too.”

Steve’s chest swelled with love and adoration for his son, “How about we get ready for the bed, bubba?” he ruffled his hair lightly.

Malcolm shook his head, “Not tired, daddy.”

“Okay, five more minutes buddy. I’m so tired.” Steve faked a yawn. “Grandma’s tired too. We’re gonna go, get some sleep.”

“… but I wana talk to Gwandma.” Malcolm pouted.

“You can talk to her in the morning.”

“But daddy…” Malcolm looked at him with those eyes of his and Steve found his resolve shaking.

“Okay bubba.” He kissed him on the forehead and got up to put away the dinner dishes in the sink. While he rinsed the dishes and loaded the dishwasher, Malcolm kept exchanging stories with Sarah, who was telling him Steve’s childhood stories and happily answering Malcolm’s questions. Half an hour had passed and when Malcolm was completely satisfied that Sarah would be there on his birthday with her baked delights, he finally let Steve help him with changing clothes and brushing his teeth.

“I wove Gwandma.” Malcolm said, snuggling into Steve’s chest as they lay down on Malcolm’s bed. Steve gently rubbed his back.

“I love her too.” Steve smiled.

It took Steve another forty-five minutes to finally put him to sleep. He stayed there with Malcolm still lying on his chest, checking his phone for any text from Y/n. It was unusual for her not to check in on Malcolm. Steve shook the thoughts away, trying to keep his focus on making his son’s birthday memorable for him. He gently moved himself away from Malcolm, placing pillows on the side of bed. As he got up and stretched, checking his phone again he walked to his bedroom which was adjacent to Malcolm’s room and changed into his old college sweatshirt and gym shorts, he took his laptop and came downstairs in the living room to work on some finance reports. Before getting comfy on the couch, he turned off the all the lights except for the floor lamp in the corner of the room. He peaked out from the windows before closing off the shutters, it was raining so hard that for a moment his hand involuntarily reached into his pocket for his phone, to dial Y/n’s number and ask if she was okay, but he rejected the thought immediately.

He came to sit on the couch and started working on the file while also taking a sip of his beer, totally indulging himself in work. A loud knock on the door startled him, with a frown he checked the time on his phone, it was quarter after 9. He wasn’t expecting to see Y/n all soaked in rain, shivering fervently as she had her arms wrapped around herself to keep herself from shaking. Her face flushed, red swollen eyes and tears were mixed with rain drops.

“Shit! Y/n!” Steve opened the door wide for her. But as she took a shaky step inside, her feet gave away her weight and before she'd land on the floor on her face, she felt herself in a warm embrace, protected by two strong arms on either side of her.

“St-e-e- Steve…” A sob escaped her lips, barely audible.

“Y/n? what happened?”

“You’re scaring me, sweetheart.”

“Did he do something?”

“That son of a bitch!”

“Please tell me.”

“You’re safe. I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

“Please Y/n! I’ve got you. I swear I will make him regret everything.”

Steve was trying to calm her down, but it was as if whatever he was saying had fallen on deaf ears. She was still vehemently sobbing in his chest, her weeping caused her whole body to shake, and Steve tightened his arms around her still damp form. Another few minutes had passed, Steve tried to get her to talk but when she still didn’t stop crying, Steve gathered her up in bridal style and climbed up the stairs towards his ensuite bathroom. Gently making her sit on the edge of the bathtub, he looked at her face and his heart clenched.

“Y/n, I’m drawing a hot bath for you. I need you to strip down your wet clothes.” His voice was gentle, full of love and Y/n looked up to see him with tears still brimming in her eyes. She nodded and took Steve’s hand that he was holding out for her. When he was sure that Y/n held herself firmly on her feet, he moved to run the hot water in the tub, putting a lime, cedar wood and lavender bath bomb in the tub he turned around to see her undressing herself. He averted his longing gaze down on the tiled floor of the bathroom.

“I’ll give you some time to relax.” He told her, his back still towards her, “I’ll be right outside.”

“Please don’t leave…” He heard her hoarse voice.

“Y/n…” He softly said, trying to find suitable words that wouldn’t make them awkward around each other.

“Please Steve…” The slight tremor in her voice made him turn around to see her standing in front of him completely naked. He couldn’t keep his eyes from roaming her beautiful body that had gone through changes in a prepossessing way. She was more alluring now. As his eyes finally investigated her red puffy ones, he started working on his clothes. He felt her widened gaze on his naked tattooed chest as he stripped down to complete bareness. He lifted his right foot to move to sit in a tub, now filled with hot water, he held his hand out for her which she took immediately. He settled in hot water, letting her sit between his legs. She was still cold; her skin was still cold enough to send a shiver through him. Her back was against his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her protectively, letting the hot water relax her a bit.

“I’m here for you, you know that right? Whenever you’re ready… I’ll be here… I love you… so so much.”

She didn’t know if it was his sweet whispering in her ear, or the skin to skin that had calmed her nerves but sitting in hot water wrapped protectively in the arms of the man she had always loved with all her being, it was a revelation that how a simple touch of this man had made her feel guarded. His love had preserved her in so many ways that she could fathom. She finally let her eyes close, leaning her head on Steve’s shoulder. They sat there until the water started to get cold and he got them both up, dried them with a towel and as he handed one of his sweatshirts and sweat pant to her to put on, she whispered in a timid voice.

“She’s back.”

She didn’t like how her mother’s presence had affected her, turned her into an old version of herself, the version she had come to despise. She wasn’t frail anymore, she was self – made, independent woman and a mother, there was no way she could be feeble and enervated. She didn’t like how scared she was when she saw her. She hated the fact that she didn’t call her out when she was manipulating her using her old tactics.

“Pardon me?” Steve pulled up his gym shorts again, now fully focused on her.

“I said my mother is here… in Boston. She came to warn me.” Y/n straightened up, looking into his eyes holding a fieriness in her gaze.

“Wait? What does that mean?” Steve frowned taking a step toward her.

“Apparently, she is on a mission… mission take-you-back-to-New York….” She spat.

“Y/n… What’re you sayin’, I don’t understand.” Steve was clearly confused. Y/n heaved a deep sigh and walked out the bathroom, Steve following her.

“Mind if I join you guys?” A feminine voice Y/n would recognise anywhere, a voice that had been the reason of her nightmares.

“Hello Eleanor!” Andy rose from his seat, shaking Eleanor’s hand. “Y/n, this is Eleanor, she’s...”

Oh boy, she didn’t listen what Andy was saying. She was glued in her seat unable to move and too scared to turn around and see her mother. Her heart hammered against her ribcage, a thunderous beat that reverberated through her body matching the rhythm of her escalated panic. She clutched at her chest, fingers trembling, as if trying to keep her racing heart from leaping out of her body.

Her blood ran cold when Eleanor put a hand on her shoulder to get her attention.

“Aren’t you going to hug me, honey?”

When Y/n hadn’t budged, Eleanor came forward and gave her a hug. Andy didn’t miss the way Y/n flinched from her mother’s touch. Seeing her pale face, Andy tried to excuse them away, but Eleanor was brisk to ask Andy if he could leave ‘mother- daughter’ alone to catch up. Begrudgingly, Andy had left them but deep down he wasn’t sure if he had made the right decision, especially Y/n’s response after seeing Eleanor had him second guess her presence.

“I’m not here for small talk, Y/n. I don’t have time for that.” Eleanor said as they sat on a bar stool. They’d moved from the previous spot where Andy and Y/n had been sitting. Eleanor ordered herself a vodka soda.

“You’ve held Steve here by making him believe that he’s the father of your god damn child. How utterly delusional of you, Y/n!”

Even in her shell-shocked state, she registered what her mother had said, and her blood boiled with anger. But it didn’t last long. It changed into fear.

“Everything was perfect before Steve decided to stay in Boston because he found his one lost love and oh, that too with a package. What do you think Y/n? I wouldn’t find out. You’ve been doing just fine even before Steve then why’d you feel the need to ruin your sister’s life. Steve and Peggy were supposed to get married this summer…” She took a sip from her drink and continued, “… they were so happy, Steve had forgotten that you existed, and look what you did? You hijacked their happiness…”

Y/n eyes were filled with tears at her mother’s brutality, tears that she didn’t want to shed. She watched her as she told her lies about the last four happy years that Steve had spent with Peggy. She knew they were nothing but fabrications. She would never comprehend how would a mother so incapable of being kind towards her own child. Guess, she’d never had an answer to that because Eleanor really was incapacitated to basic human decency, let alone kindness or any other human emotion.

“….. but I’m here now, I’m going to fix this mess and things will go back to normal. Oh honey, what’re you gonna do without me.” Eleanor rolled her eyes. “Steve will come back to New York; he will fix his relationship with Peggy, and they’ll get married soon after. And this time if you try to mess things up Y/n, I swear I will make you regret. You need to get over a fact that Steve and you were a thing once upon a time, no one would be interested to know that you were his high school sweetheart. All they’d get to know that you had whored yourself to him that resulted in a pregnancy, and now you are blackmailing him with your child. People will only believe what I’d make them see, they won’t ask for your side of the story. Trust me Y/n, you’re nobody, with Steve’s eminent profile, you’d be known as just another woman who’d warmed his bed.”

Y/n gulped hard. The bile she tried to swallow and failed. She knew her mother was a corrupt woman. She also knew she wasn’t just threatening, she was able to do what she was saying and it could be nothing but worse. For a moment she thought if she really was no body, if she really was just another woman… but no, time had always proven her thoughts wrong. Whenever she thought that she was any less, she’d been given the best gifts of life. She had had Malcolm when she was at the lowest point in her life and her little ray of hope had been nothing but a blessing for her in so many ways. She wiped her tears and stood up gathering her purse.

“If you’re done with your bullshit, I need to go back home to my son… where he’s been taken care off by his father.” She said with newly found courage.

“I see, you’ve got tongue in that mouth of yours.” Eleanor spat. “But you’re still forgetting who’s in charge…”

“In charge of what? My life? Or my son’s life? Oh, do you mean Steve’s life?”

“Okay, listen to me you brat…” Eleanor stood up, clutching Y/n’s forearm in her painfully tight grip, “You will send Steve back to New York, because apparently he’s still under some kind of spell, or else I will make your life a living hell and your little son will be just a collateral damage… and you will have no one to blame but yourself.”

Eleanor left Y/n with a feeling of dread, panic, anxiety, and terror. She clutched at her chest, fingers trembling, as if trying to keep her racing heart from leaping out of her chest. Her limbs turned to jelly, knees buckling beneath her, as fear coursed through her veins, weakening her resolve with every passing second. Everything after that was in a mist, she couldn’t remember how her legs had carried her to Steve’s house.

Y/n sat on the edge of Steve’s king-sized bed, with her hands in her lap – fiddling. Steve was pacing the length of his room, in utter frustration.

“Fucking bitch!” he muttered under his breath.

He came to sit beside Y/n when he heard a silent whimper. “Hey, look at me sweetheart… please.” He softly took a hold of her hand and turned her to face him.

“She’s lying… don’t… please…” He didn’t know what to say to her as if he was unable to form sentences. He pulled her closer, rubbing her back in slow motion.

“I’m not worried about what she said about me… my only concern is Mal.” she said in a low voice, looking sadly into Steve’s eyes. “She won’t hesitate in dragging him in the middle of our mess.”

“This is my mess. I dragged you and Mal into this and I’m so sorry for that.” Steve gulped hard. “But I promise you I won’t let anything happen to you and Mal. I promise you, Y/n.”

“Steve… may be… maybe you should g- “

“Please don’t finish the sentence. Please don’t!” Steve pleaded. He knew what she was about to ask him to do. “Please don’t ask me to leave. Please.” His bottom lip trembled as he closed his eyes to take a deep breath. “I’d leave, if that’s what you’d want from me I’d do it but… please Y/n, I don’t want to leave you and Mal… I can’t live without you guys… especially Mal, I won’t be able to survive Y/n… please.” He begged, breaking her heart more. She gently cupped his cheek, “Steve… Mal, I just want to protect him.”

“I know – I know, sweetheart. Just give me this one chance… to make it right. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean this to happen. I-I didn’t know Eleanor would come down here… this is still a game for her… I’m sorry, it’s all because of me. If I wasn’t so blind… if I hadn’t agreed to go through with the engage – oh god! I’m such a disappointment… Ma and Buck told me, they warned me that all my decisions would come back and bite me in the ass and they were right, I just didn’t see it. Damn it! How could I be so careless, so dumb that I put my two most precious things in danger. Fuck!”

“Steve, now is not the time to blame yourself….” She wiped the few tears away from his cheeks. He’d been carrying this burden of guilt for way too long now, and it made her concerned for his well- being as well.

“Y/n, just let me handle all of this. I swear I will not let anything bad happen to our son. I promise you I will make everything okay for all of us. Please, trust me, I will.” His voice was laced with conviction.

“I trust you Stevie, it’s just my mother… I know what she is capable of…” she mumbled the latter part, earning a confused frown from Steve. “… I’m just scared of what she could do…” Her dad’s words kept ringing in her ears ever since she had come back from the dinner.

“Y/n…” Steve let out a sigh, “You’re very important to me and nothing will ever change that. I know this is tough, but you’re tougher than that. You’re not alone – I’m always here for you. And I will go hell and back to make sure that you and Malcolm are safe and happy.” He gently held her hand that was still on his cheek bringing it to his lips. He placed several feather light kisses on the palm of her hand.

“You will have me by your side Steve – let’s face whatever has yet to come together.” She whispered; Steve nodded with a sad smile. She leaned in and placed her forehead on his. Taking comfort in each other’s warmth, they stayed like that for several minutes.

“I’m sorry… for asking you to go back. I don’t know what I was thinking.” Y/n whispered, pulling away from him.

“Sshh! It’s okay. How about you get some rest, and we’ll think about everything else in the morning.”

Y/n nodded, lightly pressing her throbbing temples. She leaned into Steve again, placing her head on his shoulder. He moved to grab a bottle of Tylenol from his nightstand and handed her a tablet with a glass of water. With no protest she swallowed the red-film tablet and sighed.

“Do you wana have something to eat? I can make you some eggs.”

“No, I’m good. Thanks though.”

“C’mon, let’s get you to bed. You need a good rest.” Steve gently laid her down on his bed, tucking her underneath the covers. He climbed down beside her and pulled her closer to him.

“Start your rest Y/n. I promise you; everything will be alright.” He whispered, gently brushing his fingers in her hair. A soothing technique he knew would put her to sleep. It might be Steve’s rhythmic heartbeat, or she was just mentally and physically drained that she let sleep take over her sooner than she’d thought.

Steve remained restless throughout the night. His brain was again in overdrive, thinking through every aspect of Eleanor’s threat, ways he could protect Malcolm and Y/n not just from any harm but also from the media’s gaslighting. He knew that much that Eleanor’s go-to tactic was tampering with the private information and selling it to media. She had a habit of sensationalizing their personal lives. He looked down to see a sleeping Y/n, softly kissing her on forehead he picked his phone up from the nightstand and started typing a message. He quickly sent it to the recipient and slowly moved away trying his best not to wake Y/n up. She stirred a bit murmuring Steve but fell back to sleep when he kissed her forehead again. His phone started vibrating in his shorts pocket and without checking the ID he answered the incoming call.

“Nat, I need your help.” he said in a hushed voice as he left the bedroom and came down the stairs to take his usual spot on the living room couch.

“Wassup?! You knock someone up?” Natasha’s tone was full of humor.

“Nat, I need a favor! I can’t explain it on the phone. Would you please come down to Boston? I need to see you in person.” By Steve’s pleading tone, Nat immediately knew it was a serious matter. She had never heard him talk like that. She had known him for last four years and in all those years they’d had interactions, Steve was sharp, straightforward and an arrogant jerk, but it didn’t take her long to dig him through all the layers he had masked on for the world and to her surprise, he was the kindest person she had ever met in her entire career as a corporate lawyer for Stark Industries.

“You damn well know that I’m on my honeymoon, right?” Nat joked, “Don’t tell me you did knock her up? What was her name? Vivian? Kate?”

“This is serious Nat, this is Y/n and Malcolm. Please.” He said in an irritated voice.

“Oops!! What’s going on Steve?” she asked in her business tone.

Steve told Natasha what Y/n had told him and how they both were worried for their son. “What should I do, Nat? where should I start?” he sighed.

“How about you start with getting some sleep and I’ll work on the stuff I need to prepare. Give me two days max…” she said checking on her calendar, “I’ll see you on Tuesday, I need to get some facts checked before that. Sounds good?”

“Nat, two days… can you please make it quick?”

“Rogers! You need to relax. I know you’re worried but I can’t officially start before Monday.”

“Yeah! I know – I know… I’m sorry I’m pulling you out from your honeymoon.”

“Nope! you’re not! We’re coming back tomorrow afternoon and I’m back in office the day after, which is also happened to be Monday.”

“Thanks Nat. I really appre-“

“Ah uh! Thank me later, Rogers. I haven’t done anything yet. Just take it easy, okay. Try to have a normal, chilling Sunday with your family. Eleanor is my problem now.”

“I will try…”

“Oh, why are you so dramatic? I wonder how Y/n had been keeping up with you for this long?”

“I got lucky…” Steve rolled his eyes, finally relaxing a bit.

“Yeah, you did! BTW I’d love to see her hot boyfriend. I’ve heard good things about him.” she teased.

“Thanks for the help, Nat. bye.”

“I can smell jealousy. Oh boy, it looks good on you.” she laughed.

“Say hi to Bruce. I’ll see you on Tuesday Nat.”

“Sure, you will. Bye Steve…. And oh, go cuddle up with her while she’s there.” Steve smiled lightly at Nat’s friendly jabs lighten up his mood. She was one of the people he made friends with when he first started at Stark Industries. She’d been with the company long before he joined, technically his senior but they were almost the same age. She was adept, highly skilled, clever, and a driven lawyer. She had had a successful career. But what made Steve open to her was her quick-witted, caring, and passionate nature. He needed a friend after what had happened with Y/n and Nat became his confidant and friend as well as his lawyer.

He walked back up to his room and seeing Y/n curled up into his bed, hogging his pillow, a sudden wave of warmth spread into his whole being, made him smile softly. He quickly snuck into Malcolm’s room to check on him and came back to his bed, snuggling up with Y/n, he breathed into her scent as he closed his eyes and wait for the much needed slumber.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers au #dad steve rogers #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers angst #steve rogers smut #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers #steve rogers imagine

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nihilistic-nik · 1 year

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Coming Home

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Simon 'Ghost' Riley x M!Reader

Summary: Simon comes home and enjoys reader's company

TW: none that i can think of just some simon fluff

(sorry this took a bit long to get round to posting, I've been really busy and and I've had writers block. but its here now!)

Coming Home

-it was midnight

-you were laying on the couch half-asleep

-dinner was made long ago yours already eaten, simon’s food was on the counter,cold,covered in in cling film waiting to be consumed

- the sound of keys jingling and the opening of your front door awakened you from you light sleep.

-you sat up, waiting for your tired husband to enter the room.

-heavy footsteps and bags dropping told you he was getting closer.

-you got up and walked over to the counter picking up your husband's plate and putting it into the microwave in the meantime.

-simon walks up to you and hugs you muzzling his masked face into your neck

-”cmon eat, then we can run you a bath and get you out of those clothes yeah?”

-simon nods and starts eating

-while he’s eating you run upstairs into your bathroom and start running the bath,lighting lavender candles , fetching towels and getting simon and your pyjamas.

- you feel muscular arms wrapping around your waist

-”You can leave the clothes by the sink and I'll wash them later, yeah?”(R) “wait…can you join me please i don't want to be alone”(G) “of course, just give me a second”(R)

- you get undressed

- you gently push simon forward

- simon’s confusion perfectly clear on his unmasked face

- you place yourself behind simon and pull him towards you making him lean back, your chest to his back

- gradually simon relaxed in your arms

- the warmth of the water relaxing his tense muscles

~30 MINUTES LATER~

-the water was getting cold and the candles had burnt out.

-”hey, i think its time to get out now”

-simon weakly nodded far too comfortable to actually move

- you pressed simon forward ever so slightly and got out of the bath tub, wrapping a towel around your waist.

- simon followed your movements him too wrapping a towel loosely round his waist

-you look at simons flushed face noticing the dark circles that live there, he looked exhausted

-you kiss him on the cheek and head for the bedroom, going to your drawers and pulling out a fresh clothes for you and him

- the pair of you changed in a peaceful silence

- You got into bed simon closely following you

- you both find yourselves wrapped in eachothers warmth coaxing you into a deep slumber

- last last word your ears managed to tiredly capture was “I love you” from your your equally exhausted partner, Simon too falling into a relaxing sleep

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley fluff #simon ghost riley #x male reader #call of duty #cod #cod mw2

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roguelov · 8 months

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Alright so I’m making cinnamon rolls to celebrate, celebrate what you ask, I GOT THE ANIMAL SHELTER JOB 🎉

But then my Morpheus brain rot kicked in, he doesn’t know how to cook and like just imagine showing him how to make cinnamon rolls in your pjs and he doesn’t have his coat on and it’s a really sweet moment he’s behind you hugging your waist while you knead the dough whispering in your ear that you’re such a wonderful cook. And then cinnamon rolls go in the oven and he’s like mind if I get a taste of something else and puts you on the counter and

AHHHHHH CONGRATULATIONS 🥳🥳🥳

You were in the kitchen trying to make a batch of cinnamon rolls. While, Dream was there latched to your side at every step. His arms were snuggly wrapped around your waist. It was slightly cumbersome, but you enjoyed it too much to tell him to leave. His warmth and love spread throughout your body leaving you feeling fuzzy.

It was sweet. A tooth-rotting sweet.

“They certainly look delicious,” Dream commented. His chin rested on your shoulder as he peered down as you carefully placed the individual rolls into a pan to proof.

You snorted, “They’re raw.”

“Still,” he hummed, tightening his arms around you. “I know they will be.”

You chuckled softly.

You neatly placed the rolls into the pan and smiled to yourself. You carefully laid a towel over the pan. Dream reluctantly let go as you moved around more. Walking over, you slid the pan on top of your fridge. It should proof well up there, hopefully.

“Okay, so now we just wait for them to rise one last time,” you hummed, punching in the timer on your microwave. “About 25 minutes.”

You turned and began to collect all the dirty dishes into the sink.

Dream, however, smirked.

A wondrous idea had came to mind, or an idea he had been tossing and turning over and over since this baking session had begun.

He grabbed your waist again. You rolled your eyes at his neediness, but you were soon surprised. Twisting you around, he easily placed you on top of the counter, knocking aside a few of your dirty bowls.

You gasped, “Dream, what -“

“I do believe that is plenty of time for me to have a treat of my own,” he whispered, sinking to his knees.

Your confusion shifted. Your heart leapt into your throat.

Oh dear god.

“Dream,” you let out a shaky breath. It was both a warning and a plea. To stop, you had to clean, but to beg him to continue.

You couldn’t deny you thought about him as you made the rolls. The way his body curled around you, the way his hands occasionally grasped your hips, the way his breath tickled your ear, it was frustrating in many ways.

Hearing you whisper his name, he gently spread your legs apart. His eyes flickered up at you. Oh, it certainly was a sigh to see him on his knees for you. His devious smirk only grew. He licked his lips, and started to kiss your inner thighs.

“Relax, my love,” he purred. “I only want a taste.”

#seriously congrats!!!!!!!#sorry this is a little late reply #the sandman #morpheus #dream of the endless #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless x reader #always-band-obsessed #ask

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atom-writings · 1 year

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Hi can I get the uhhhhhh the main 8 with a cook s/o? Like s/o can make almost food they want and the food taste like amazing!!! Thanks you :3

(Hetalia Main 8 x Reader) Cook S/O!

(Gender Neutral) Headcanons ~ A/N i love when u guys request stuff like ur ordering from a restaurant. Like yes sirrreee coming right up

Trigger Warning: None, just fluff!

Oh, he’d absolutely adore this! He’s got terrible taste, so maybe you can finally make him… normal. He’ll love anything you make, so get crazy with it.

Just don’t let him in the chicken. You’ll ask him to boil something and when you turn around, he puts it in the microwave instead. He wants to help! He just never learned even… the basics of cooking.

Surprisingly, he has a pretty diverse palette (despite being picky) so you’d never have to tone anything done when cooking for the two of you.

Well… this is ironic. A world-renownedly terrible chef dating a great one. What is this, a sitcom?

Just please don’t let him near your food before it’s done. It’s like his touch is cursed. You ask him to measure out the milk and next thing you know he’s bleeding all over the place. How? Well, it doesn’t really matter compared to the fact that he’s getting his blood in your precious meal!

Seeing your talent, he’ll definitely ask you to make a few classic British dishes. But when he hands you the recipe… there is no way for it to be tasty without changing basically everything. But if you do that, he probably won’t notice and will just start gushing about how perfect it is. Guess that’s what happens when you have no tastebuds.

Oh wow, he’s blown away! Francis prides himself on his fancy food, and yet you’ve outdone him completely in a quarter of the time! You must be truly gifted…

Pretty soon every meal will be treated like he’s a world-star food critic. Which, technically, he could be. He knows quite a lot about the culinary arts and would love to share that love with you. There is no better way to show you care other than slaving over a hot stove to create something wonderful.

But don’t expect to be cooking all the time. He would love to make traditional French cuisine for you, anytime you ask.

Great, being upstaged by someone a hundredth of his age. Well, you’re lucky he loves you so much. He takes a lot of pride in his cooking, so seeing you make something better than he ever could… shameful!

That being said, he’s still excited. If you’re this talented, imagine what your food would taste like with his old tricks. Imagine what you could do with his traditional dishes… he’s drooling already.

It’ll be hard for him not to show you off. I mean, power couple much? You can work together to create a feast so magnificent everyone around the world will be jealous!

The smell of freshly cooked food, the warmth, the exquisite taste; Why, aren’t you a perfect little partner! He should ask you to cook all the time…

He may not be much of a savant himself, but it doesn’t take a skilled taste to tell how great your food is. And he could not be happier! Can you make him some traditional Russian dishes? Please? He’s sure that you can do them perfectly! And he would love you forever for it :) (He would love you forever anyway, but he just really, really wants you to cook for him.)

He’s also going to try to show you off. He just thinks you’re the most talented person in this whole world and your gift should be shared with everyone!

Not to brag, but he’s been known as quite the chef as well. Italian cuisine is known worldwide for its tastiness… and now he can share his roots with someone who can truly appreciate it!

He might even start crying upon tasting some of your dishes… he just can’t believe how good it is! It takes him back to his childhood… or something. Really, he’s just super emotional. But he couldn’t be more proud of you!

Plus you guys can cook together, how picture-perfect. Although actually… he’ll probably get frustrated if you guys are both stuffed into his tiny kitchen together. He’ll just cook for you instead. Maybe you can give him a few pointers, just as he can for you!

Ludwig really admires your talent! He’s never been much of a connoisseur himself, even if he wanted to. But maybe now that you two are together, that’ll change.

He insists on watching you cook. He really wants to learn from you, but he’s a little worried about messing up your incredible work at first. But if you ask him to help, he’ll happily be your little worker bee.

German food is not known for being very… flavorful. But maybe you can teach him to love the unfamiliar.

If you’re so good at cooking, can he join you? He loves making things with those he loves, and cooking is one of the best ways to do so. And he’ll be shocked if you can outmatch him (you probably can.)

Even if your cooking is the best on earth, he insists on making food for you two most nights. It’s not that he doesn’t like yours! No, not at all, he just doesn’t wanna put that pressure on you.

Pretty soon, he’ll ask to teach you traditional Japanese dishes. Please indulge him, he’d really appreciate it.

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a-crumb-of-whump · 6 months

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ANB Drabble: Warmth

ANB Masterlist | Comfortember 2023 Masterlist | @comfortember

~ Comfortember | Day 4: Warmth ~

Content: Vampire whumpee, [mentioned] burns, recovery, blood (for the sake of feeding).

It was too warm for comfort today. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t shake the constant looming anxiety that had him checking every window in his bedroom to ensure that they were secure and wrapping a thick blanket around his shoulders despite the fact that it caused him to sweat nearly instantly.

And it only got worse when he realised that both his humans were at work by the time he woke up. Everything was completely silent apart from Murphy’s footsteps on the floor as he came to greet him. He was tentative in every footstep, hiding his face as he stepped around corners in case someone forgot to close the curtains.

In the kitchen sat his morning glass of blood and a messily-written note that clearly resembled Ryker’s handwriting.

Good morning! I left this morning’s breakfast lukewarm instead of heating it up in the microwave, though you’re welcome to heat it up yourself. The entire house has been double checked, so I promise no sun is getting in. When you’re finished with your food, put the glass in the dishwasher and check the living room for a little surprise if you haven’t already.

Ryker.

Carlos smiled, his shoulders relaxing a little as he slowly worked his way through the note. It was comforting to know they’d thought about him before leaving, enough to make sure he would be safe to wander.

After downing the entire drink in a matter of seconds, he swiped the remaining drops out with his finger as he did every day and set it upside down in the already-opened dishwasher before tilting his gaze towards the other room. He’d never been big on surprises. Things he didn’t know scared him, even if they turned out to be good.

Nonetheless, Ryker had requested that he at least take a look, and his trust in him had grown enough by now that he was fairly confident that it would be okay.

So, he tucked Ryker’s note into his back pocket and tiptoed his way into the living area, his blanket still held protectively around his shoulders as a few beads of sweat fell down his forehead. If he were smarter, he might have opted for something lighter. Like a long-sleeved shirt or a thinner blanket. However, the mere thought of getting burnt for even a second was enough to eliminate those as options, and he held onto the fabric even tighter to stop it from slipping.

Much to his surprise, there was a fort of some kind waiting for him in the left corner of the room, made out of different comforters and pillows that he assumed were spares from the closet at the very end of the hallway. It was all held together by the bookshelf on one side and the communal computer desk on the other, lightly trapping the fabric against the wall.

There was a second note waiting for him when he poked his head inside, sitting in the middle of a handmade nest of pillows. Carlos was already smiling as he picked it up.

I know you must be feeling insecure today with the weather being as hot as it is. So Adam and I also thought you might appreciate a dark space to hide in while we’re gone. You used to make them for me sometimes and they always made me feel a bit safer. I hope this can do the same for you.

Also if the fort hasn’t fallen apart by the time I get home, I will be joining you.

Ryker

It was perfect. Everything Carlos needed to make it through the day was right here. A dark space with no windows, a soft surface to sleep on, two animals to keep him company. He couldn’t figure out what he’d done to get so lucky but accepted it nonetheless.

Despite it still being a little too warm for his liking, he was calm. Content. More than he’d ever been on a hot day like this, especially after Murphy curled up by his side in a way that at least blocked his face from the exit. The only place where light would ever be able to get in.

Safe, safe, safe.

Comfortember 2023 masterlist: @topsheepstudent

ANB Taglist: @choppedflowermuffinchild @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night @emcscared-whumps @espresso-depresso-system @inkkswhumpandstuff @lumariane @pigeonwhumps @pumpkin-spice-whump @roblingoblin285 @sacredwrath @some-thrilling-heroics @stabby-nunchucks @thingsthatgo-whump-inthenight @trans-writes @whump-blog @whumpsday @whumpshaped @paniatheweirdone @whumpycries @why-not-ask-me-a-better-question @thekittyburger @whumpdreamz

#whump #whump stuff #whump things #whump thoughts #whump tropes #whumpee #vampire whumpee

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kingfyre · 2 years

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– all those times are now memories (bye, my first…) | n.jm

There was no one like Na Jaemin. As beautiful as a flurry of glittering snowflakes drifting and swirling down from the sky with grace and tenderness, always an overwhelming kindness and compassion flooding out of his actions like water bursting out of a broken dam.

Just as much as you loved him – everything about him – you thought he felt the same.

PAIRING. na jaemin x reader

GENRE. fluff, angst, college!au

WORD COUNT. 4.3k

WARNINGS. profanity

TAGLIST. @moonlightjeno, @haikchoo-main, @adorablele

NOTES. this is a repost ! took the time to reread this again after such a long time and good god (derogatory)... still reposting though because this was my first born (read: first attempt at a longer fic) and it still holds a special, little place in my heart

JAEMIN HAS never been one to wait. Coming home, there was rarely a day where you didn’t find yourself smothered and doused with kisses, his lips always so eager and starving. He’d be so impatient, wouldn’t even give you the time to set your things down. Your shoes would still be on, but you’d kiss him back just as hungrily, as if you had waited years to finally lock lips with him. As if decades had gone by without a mere glimpse of his sweet, absolutely marvelous smile.

ㅤ

Jaemin hated Mondays. Aside from it being the start of another dreaded week, you’d constantly come home late on Mondays, complaints about Mark prolonging dance rehearsal on the tip of your tongue. He’d jump up from his place on the couch, the tv playing on as he rushed to your drooping figure leaning on the doorway. His arms would wrap almost instinctively around your waist, hauling you up in a warm embrace.

You’d exchange shy smiles, foreheads against one another’s, greeting each other with quiet mumbles of hellos and how are yous. Once his lips were pressed against yours, all your complaints vanished, his kiss more intoxicating than anything you’ve ever drunk. He never failed to take all your grumbles away, his tongue dancing with yours, constantly drowning you with all his love. Mondays were exhausting, no doubt, but Jaemin never ceased to find ways to keep you up.

ㅤ

Tuesdays weren’t anything special. They were busy, the day filled with everything but a tiny break for you two to enjoy in each other’s company. Jaemin left early on Tuesdays, leaving you to the empty sight of his side of the bed. Maybe it was just you, but waking up on Tuesday always seemed so quiet.

Tuesdays weren’t anything special. But Jaemin made them special. The cute good morning texts he’d send when he knew you were finally awake always had your cheeks reddening, always sending a flood of warmth up your neck and into your face. He’d leave you little notes – on the fridge, on your bedside table, on the bedroom door- reminding you to eat before you go, to bring a snack with you, wishing you good luck on that test you’ve been stressing about. His love poured out of every word etched on. Jaemin was always right beside you – even when he wasn’t.

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Both you and Jaemin looked forward to Wednesdays. Wednesdays were movie nights. Hand in hand, you’d come home with Jaemin, arguing about whose turn it was to pick the movie. You’d listen to the sound of the popcorn popping in the microwave, the smell of butter in the air as you and Jaemin fetched blankets and pillows for the night. Once settled, you’d still spend at least half an hour bickering over what movie you should put on.

He’d be so stubborn, insisting on watching the same rom-com movie you’ve watched so many times, you swear you could quote it word for word. But when he starts acting cute, eyebrows all furrowed and eyes shimmering, you’d let him win so easily, always so soft for that pout he gives you when he wants something. He’d put the movie on and wrap his arms around you, and you’d both giggle like fools, not actually paying attention and staying up till god knows when.

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You loved Thursdays. The only day in the week where you both could sleep in.

You adored Thursdays. You relished the fact that you‘d wake up to his serene and seraphic face, that only you were allowed to see him like this. You’d sit up lazily, arms stretching upwards as you let out a big yawn, only to yelp in surprise when he pulls you back down to the bed and into his warm embrace. He’d try to avoid your halfhearted swats at him, and you’d grin back at him before he slides his lips on yours again. If you didn’t push him away, protesting and whining about his morning breath, you two easily lost track of time, snuggling with each other for at least half an hour more. If one of you came late to class you’d blame the other and apologize, and with no evident remorse, you’d promise for it to be the last, knowing wholeheartedly it’ll most certainly and never would be the last.

But oh, how you cherished Thursday mornings like they were the last one every time.

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It goes with no saying that Jaemin was a sweetheart; popular and smart, he was near perfect to all the other students, befriending almost everyone he meets. So on Fridays, if you didn’t manage to convince Jaemin to let you stay home, you’d find yourself at another house or club, music blasting loudly and desperately clinging onto Jaemin. You were never one for parties, but seeing Jaemin in those tight, black skinny jeans that hugged his thighs so well, white shirt loosely tucked in, leather jacket on – rather than those jogging pants he’d insist on wearing to class because, oh, but they’re so much more comfortable – affected you more than you let on. From the way he’d smirk at you and tilt his head, you don’t doubt he knew just how crazy he drove you.

When he’d keep his arm around your waist and stay beside you throughout the whole party, a silent claim, like he was afraid anyone would try and take his princess away – that made your heart race faster than you could ever describe. So, you decided Fridays and parties weren’t all that bad.

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Just like your heart and thoughts, your week was full of him. His wonderful smile. His bright eyes full of gentleness, with a hint of mischief lingering behind. His long, slender fingers that interlock with yours and weave themselves into your hair. His rosy lips that shower you with the sweetest of kisses. The way he perked up whenever you came into sight. The cute sounds he’d make- the way his breath would hitch, become shallow and rapid, heart pounding loudly. The way praises and compliments spill out of his mouth so effortlessly. Everything about him.

You loved every single trait and quirk, every wink, every stupid joke he’d make. There was no one like Na Jaemin. As beautiful as a flurry of glittering snowflakes drifting and swirling down from the sky with grace and tenderness, always an overwhelming kindness and compassion flooding out of his actions like water bursting out of a broken dam.

Now, your relationship with Jaemin wasn’t perfect. Like every other couple, you two fought. You had your ups and downs, twists and turns, ceaselessly going back and forth with each other. You’d argue about the little things you realize now were unimportant. You’d refuse to talk, just as he, and you’d glare at him furiously, while he’d look at you just as infuriated, head slightly tilted down, his gaze drilling holes into you from under his eyelashes. But the glares and fights and silent treatments never last.

Like him, you craved attention, you needed his love and affection. You wanted nothing more than to make up and melt in his arms. Swallowing your pride, you’d approach him, head down, apology and excuses at hand.

Occasionally he’d beat you to it. Sometimes, he’d walk up to you and shimmy himself into your arms, mumbling almost incoherent apologies- hasty and hollow apologies- and you’d echo those same promises back, albeit knowing it wouldn’t be the last time this would happen. Still, you two would be so relieved, so thankful, so sorry, that all that mattered was you were with each other again.

Just as much as you loved him – everything about him – you thought he felt the same.

So when he broke up with you on a Sunday, you didn’t cry. When he uttered those words that were now like lead and acid, your heart stilled and like glass, it took a blow, a crack slowly spreading as you took it in. But still, you didn’t cry. Instead, like it was one big joke, you chuckled breathlessly, eyes wide, telling him how bad of a joke that was. But he wouldn’t meet your eyes, his gaze zipping from one place to another – like everything else was suddenly so interesting. He said nothing else, gave you no explanation, no apology, no excuses, leaving you to wonder what reasons could he have- why the happy ever after you both envisioned, was ending here.

When did it start? Where were the signs? Why was it ending just like this?

It was like a jolt back to reality, awoken from a dream now lost. You nodded, smile long gone, eyes having had lost their sparkle and looked down. You didn’t cry – but you didn’t feel anything either. Body and mind numb, you let out a soft noise of understanding and nodded again.

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The low hum of Jaemin’s laptop greets you as you come home late the next day. There are no kisses, no hugs – no Jaemin throwing his whole weight on top of yours. All your remaining energy evaporates, your legs ready to give out. You feel weak, vulnerable, but you can’t stand letting it show, so you stand there, waiting for him to finally look at you. When he finally looks up he gives you a smile, one that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Nothing like the loving smiles and shining eyes he’d give you before.

“How was practice?” He asks, his usual enthusiasm reduced to a hushed murmur.

You shrug, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. “It was okay. Like always, I guess.”

He nods, avoiding your gaze once more and pressing his lips together.

“I – uhm – there’s food on the table if you’re hungry.” His voice is so unbelievably hesitant. “Also, I’ll sleep here. So uh – you don’t have to wait up for me.”

He throws you another smile, the kind you’ve figured he does when he doesn’t know what to say. A sob threatens its way up at the back of your throat. It all seems too easy for him. Does it not affect him? Does it not hurt? Does he really not care anymore? Eyes burning and chest tight, you look away, shaking your head frantically in understanding.

“Okay.”

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The apartment is eerily quiet on Tuesday.

This Tuesday there are no notes. Not on the table, not on the fridge, not on the door where he’d usually stick one to wish you a day as bright as the smile you’d give him. Or, used to give him.

There are no texts. At least, none that matter. None from him. You feel pathetic, clinging onto your phone, jumping at every notification you see.

Jaemin leaves early on Tuesdays. But this Tuesday is different. This time, he left with another piece of your heart. And deep down you know, this time, he won’t come back into your arms again.

(Jaemin doesn’t come home that Tuesday.)

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You don’t see Jaemin on Wednesday. Not in the morning, not at lunch, not in the courtyards where he usually waits for you with his friends while you’re in class.

You go home alone on Wednesday. And yet, you still hold hope. You know the chances are less than slim, but you hope Jaemin is home. You hope he’s waiting, a bowl of popcorn in his hands, grumbling about how you’re making him wait. You can’t help the small, bitter smile that emerges on your face. He’s always been so impatient.

The apartment is still empty when you arrive. There is no Jaemin waiting, no popcorn in his hands, no complaints, nothing. Instead, you come home to a note. Lying on the kitchen counter is a bright pink note, very much like the ones he’d always leave you with.

A million thoughts race through your brain, so many reasons, so many scenarios. Maybe it’s an apology. Maybe he wants you to meet him somewhere. Maybe he wants you to get ready, to get dressed in that pink dress and white heels he adored on you, that you two were going somewhere once he came home. Your breath quivers as your hope rises, a nervous feeling spreading throughout your chest as you rush to the counter.

Hopefulness bubbled inside you, lips pressed together tightly. You gulp, whispering – pleading under your breath, for an explanation, for something – for anything to quench the questions and put out the fire of pain burning inside you.

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Hey Y/N,

I’m staying at Jeno’s for a while. This seems the best for us. I know I didn’t- I never- You probably don’t wa-

I’m sorry.

Jaemin

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At first, you feel nothing. Then, it comes in trickles and drops, until it grows stronger, faster, the hopefulness in your chest rotting away, replaced by all the pain you’ve kept locked away in your chest - an overflowing flood of hate, guilt, and bitterness.

For him. For leaving you like this. For abandoning you with no explanation. Did you not deserve one? What happened? Is it something you did? Did he fall out of love? Was that it? You wonder at all the possibilities and you feel the burning desire to hate him, for leaving you in the dark like this. Alone and lost in a maze you were supposed to find your way out together. You want to hate him and you struggle to think of all the reasons why you could, but you can’t. Because he’s Na Jaemin. Because he’s that person who can make you smile even in the most horrid of times. Because he’ll always be that person you hold closest to your heart.

“God Jaemin, god, god, god, I fucking hate you so much.” Stifling back a sob, you pull at your hair, a wail of anguish reverberating throughout the room. To say your heart feels like it’s being twisted and wrenched would be an understatement. Your fingers press the note tightly, wrinkles spreading around the edges.

You swallow back the lump in your throat and wipe your eyes, trying to blink back any tears that threatened to escape. “Jaemin, you absolute asshole.”

Tears stream down your face, eyes stinging and rimmed red. You slam your hand down on the table and you flinch, the impact feeling like a thousand needles prickling your palm. A string of profanities aimed at Jaemin leaves your mouth with no remorse and you heave, fighting for air.

You stumble miserably through the hallway, exhausted, your only source of energy and motivation your anger. You force yourself to change into a pair of clean clothes and lay down on your once shared bed. Your cries turn into quiet sobs when you decide to reach for your laptop, hoping to distract yourself with a movie. But your tears don’t stop. And you aren’t sure if they ever would.

It’s still early when you fall asleep, that stupid rom-com movie still running in the background.

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It’s late when you wake up on Thursday morning, with only three minutes left till class begins. You turn to face Jaemin, a frown placed on your lips, to ask him why he didn’t wake you up. When your eyes meet the empty sight of his side of the bed, apart from the small space the laptop took up, your breath catches, throat tightening and your eyes start, despite your trying not to, tearing up.

You close the laptop before turning away, wanting to get up but feeling too tired to do so, regardless of the whole night’s sleep you got. You wonder if you could sleep all the pain away, to lose yourself in another dream where Jaemin never left, and he’s right there lying beside you.

An hour passes by, then two and three, before you steel yourself enough to get up and brush your teeth. You stare at the mirror for what seems like hours, questioning what’s changed, searching for flaws that could have helped him make up his mind and leave. With every minute you spend, your confidence shrivels, growing smaller and smaller as you debase yourself, looking for anything, everything that could have made him leave. You stutter out a heavy breath as your hands grip the sink.

Trying to reason with yourself, you shake your head, whispers of denial going through your head. Drowning in self loath, you waste your afternoon away, only moving to and from the couch and bed.

You’re lost in your thoughts when you hear the sound of a key being turned, opening the front door. You look up, expecting Jaemin, only to be greeted by the sight of Jeno, holding an empty bag and Jaemin’s keys. He stands stiffly, so unlike his usually relaxed posture, not knowing how to go on. The pity on his face is evident and you hate every bit of it. You waste no time in letting him know. “Get out.”

“Y/N,” he tries softly. “Jaemin sent –”

“Get out!” you scream, hurling the nearest thing you could grab at him when he makes no move to leave. “I don’t care whatever the fuck he said – get out!”

You don’t stop, repeating it over and over again, “Get out, get out, get out!!”

His eyes plead for understanding, wanting at least a chance to explain. You feel angry – you wanted no explanation. Not from him. All you could think of is how cowardly, how low, and how weak it was of Jaemin, to send someone else, instead of facing you himself. Your screams for him to go turn into broken sobs, into a beg for him to leave you wallowing in your sorrow.

“Y/N, I’m sorry,” he sighs, trailing off. “I – I’ll come back – another time…”

The door closes behind his retreating figure loudly.

Hours after he’s gone you continue to shed tears, because what else could you do but cry?

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There’s a loud banging on your door on Friday afternoon. You struggle to get up from the couch and feel as though you’d just been run over by a truck. When you open the door to a frowning Renjun and a concerned Donghyuck, you know you’re in for a dreadful lecture.

Renjun’s frown deepens when he sees your terrible state, quickly letting himself in and closing the door after Donghyuck. Donghyuck doesn’t hesitate to pull you into his arms, his hand rubbing your back in an attempt to comfort you. For the third time that week, you weep, shedding hot and bitter tears, arms wrapping around his torso while you bury your face into his chest. You stay like that for a while before Donghyuck whispers, “Maybe it’d be better if we go sit down, Y/N…”

As you take a seat on the couch, Renjun and Donghyuck exchange uneasy looks with each other. Donghyuck wraps his arm around you comfortingly, not knowing how to ask and worried he might say the wrong thing. Renjun, however, is clear and straight to the point.

“Professor Jung’s prolonging the deadline by an additional week,” he starts, his frown still apparent. “So there shouldn’t be a problem with the project. But you still should’ve told us you weren’t coming today- and yesterday.”

He huffs, grabbing his bag and rummaging through it. He pulls out a folder and places it on the table, and before you could hiccup out an apology, he waves his hand dismissively and clicks his tongue.

“We took notes for you – but if you don’t understand, just know that’s all your fault and I’m not lending you shit.”

A short, breathy laugh slips out of you, genuinely finding great delight in his words. You hiccup and give the two your best try for a smile.

“Thank you.”

“I did most of it, of course.” Donghyuck pipes in. “You know how bad this loser’s handwriting is.”

Renjun shoots him a withering look, his fists raised in a threat, but Donghyuck only responds by sticking his tongue out at him.

You laugh breathily, appreciating the company in what seemed like months in a void of loneliness. The three of you aren’t particularly close; you share classes together, but you mostly know Donghyuck from practice, friendly enough with each other, while Renjun had the luck of being paired up with you two for this semester project. Although you’ve never met up with them for anything other than schoolwork, you hesitantly ask, “Would you guys like to stay for a while?”

Renjun is reluctant, but Donghyuck is all for it, beaming with his enthusiastic nods. You rush to reassure them that they don’t need to but Renjun only shrugs, claiming to have nothing better to do. Donghyuck wastes no time making himself at home, rushing off to your kitchen to go look for food while Renjun calls him out. You manage a grin, knowing for at least a little while, your mind could think of other things, like how to break it to Donghyuck that you ran out of ramen three days ago.

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A week passes. Jaemin still does not come home. Two weeks. You get used to the silence, but you do your best to avoid it – voluntarily staying later to practice with Mark and Donghyuck, leaving the apartment as soon as you’re ready, cooping yourself up in the library and letting yourself be dragged into the occasional party.

Three weeks have passed when you come home and see Jaemin’s keys on the table. He’s finally collected everything he left; there’s no need for him to have it anymore. You don’t know why it affects you so much. You knew he seldom came to get his stuff when you were gone. You don’t even know if he actually came himself or if he’d send Jeno. But you knew one day, he’d have nothing else to get and he’d have no use for it anymore. You knew, and you expected it. But it hit hard; harder than you thought it would.

Donghyuck rushes to your place as soon as you text him, finding you seated on the floor in front of the couch, just staring at the wall like it has all the answers to your questions.

Jaemin’s gone, and he took along with him all his traces.

Jaemin’s gone and so are his things, why do you care so much?

“Y/N…”

“Hyuck, be honest with me,” you laugh out mirthlessly, “this is getting a bit too pathetic isn’t it?”

He purses his lips, taking a seat next to you. He gives you a sad smile. “Well, to be honest, you looked worse the first time we went out drinking.”

You snort, smiling at him wearily, “Really?”

“Oh yeah. Absolutely.”

“So you wanna stay and drink the night away with me?”

“It’s not healthy to bottle all your feelings up and expect them all to go away with a drink, Y/N,” he sighs. “But – you know, I’m never opposed to a drink. But, let’s wait till Renjun arrives.”

He opens his arms and you settle in them comfortably, nesting your face in his chest. He strokes your hair and you burst, tears flowing freely once more.

And so you two wait for Renjun in each other’s arms, quietly talking and an occasional sob ripping out of you. When Renjun arrives, he holds a bag full of alcohol and junk food, along with a stack of DVDs in his backpack and you think perhaps this night could still be salvaged.

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Four weeks pass. Five. Six. You think you’re getting better. You’re proud of yourself. Proud that you don’t spend every waking moment thinking of him anymore. But Donghyuck still makes sure to remind you to eat and Renjun makes sure you do. They see right through the facade you put on for everyone. They know your smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes anymore. But the sparkle in your eyes is returning, you think, slowly but surely. You think you’re getting better – and for a while, you were.

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It’s been almost eight weeks when you see Jaemin in the park in front of the public library. Two months. It’s been almost two months when you see him again, his head on another girl’s lap, eyes closed and that serene smile on his face.

Renjun looks back at you, not knowing why you’ve stopped in your tracks. His eyes follow your gaze, wondering what could have you so stupefied.

Jaemin’s opened his eyes, laughing at whatever the girl’s said, not hesitating to intertwine their hands together. They don’t see you, lost in their own little world, like you and Jaemin used to be. She pecks him on the forehead and he sits up, returning it with a quick and happy kiss to the lips. Renjun’s furious, even more than you are, and you grab his hand when he tries to approach them.

“It’s not worth it,” you say. “Let’s just go, Renjun. Please.”

You don’t let yourself break until you get to the safe confines of your apartment.

Two months.

Two months, for him to forget about you and your two-year relationship. Two months, and yet, he’s already holding another girl, laughing and kissing, while you still sobbed over his stupid smile every damn time you came across a photo of him in your gallery. It took him two months – two months to move on and find someone else.

Was that all it had to take? Two measly months? Was that how important you were? Was that how much impact you’ve made in his life? So little that it only took two fucking months for him to push you out of his life?

You thought you’ve already hit rock bottom, but you realize there was still no end to be seen. You could fool yourself all you want, but you were still falling – spiraling down a bottomless pit of hurt. Every inch of you aches, and even in Renjun’s hold, you feel broken, like nothing could ever fix you and bring back that light in your heart.

Na Jaemin broke you in ways you never thought he would and yet, here you are, still wishing for him to return and piece you back together again.

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