ILL NEVER LOVE ANYONE THE SAME

— ILL NEVER LOVE ANYONE THE SAME

— BF.ᐟ HAMZAH HEADCANON'S ; pre-relationship + relationship (nsfw included)

⌖ fem! reader, ambiguous race, any size reader, asks and requests are open !! ♡ MINORS DNI.

cw. steamy making out, oral sēx, handjobs, mentions of anal, cockwarming, lowkey sub hamzah.. mentions of 69 position + doggy.

wc. 2,324

NOTE FROM SANA; hello cutie's, This is my first time posting something like this. I know I made a post earlier saying it was going out later that day, but I took a phat nap, and now it's 11:54 p.m. and I'm trying to post this. 😭 I appreciate all the follows I've been getting; it gave me more motivation to get up and finish this fic. you guys have any suggestions on how I can improve my writing would really appreciate it  !! While in the process of making this, didn't know what I wanted to put as the title since I am really bad at coming up with them so I decided to just use a song lyric like most writers do. while writing I was listening to using you by mars argo and yahhh ok sorry for yapping I hope you enjoy ♡︎ reblogs are appreciated !!

⸝⸝⸝ You and Mandy were close friends throughout middle and highschool, but drifted apart when you went to college in the States. Despite keeping in touch, you only reconnected after you had both graduated college and she had settled down with her own place. Mandy shared about her life with her loving boyfriend Martin and his YouTube channel, her dream job as a nurse, and how much she missed you. After weeks of texting and talking to Mandy on the phone the feeling of homesickness set it and you returned to Canada and stayed with her until you could find your own place. No one could have predicted that moving back home would lead to you meeting the love of your life.

PRE-RELATIONSHIP

- You didn’t end up meeting Hamzah until after you had moved in.

- The first time you met him, he had come over to film a video (the great slushy bake-off).

- When you first saw him, you literally couldn’t breathe. You had never yearned for a man so much in your life.

- His ass couldn’t even hold a solid conversation with you, always giving you one-word responses.

- Every single interaction with him is actually so awkward that it hurts. Even Martin is cringing.

- One night he was over, and you had gotten up to smoke, and he had asked if he could join you.

- You thought it would be a one time thing.

- Boy were you wrong.

- From then on, you guys smoked together every time he was over, and honestly, you didn’t mind. You enjoyed his company a lot, maybe too much…

- During this time, he really got to know you, and you were both surprised at how much you had in common.

- His late-night hangouts with you quickly became his favorite part of the day.

- He would impatiently wait for you to ask him to join you on the balcony, to the point where he would just ask you instead.

- That’s how much he craved your presence.

- He was addicted to you; he loved your humor, the way you look at him when you’re passing the blunt back and forth, and the way he could taste your strawberry lipgloss every time he wrapped his soft lips around the filter.

- and one night after smoking a little too much, you got cold, and you both ended up snuggling on the balcony, talking about life and being vulnerable with one another.

- That night pulled you closer, and you began spending time with one another outside of when he came over to the house.

- Whether it be out to eat, at his house when he was editing, going to the mall, or just to smoke together.

- He would always buy you little things and snacks whenever he was out with Martin or just shopping for himself.

- He was always thinking about you. (He would always get you something when they did mukbangs)

- You had also starred in some videos, always in the background joking with them, and have also been a guest on the pod a few times.

- Some pod episodes would just be with you and Hamzah, and those were the fans favorites.

- Everyone could definitely sense some stuff between you, but let’s not say...

- One time Martin was sick and they still needed to film a video, and they had asked you to be Martin's replacement.

- The running gag of the video was that you were Martin, and you were addressed as such.

- y’all were flirting so hard in that video, it was gross. but the slushies loved it.

- After 2 months of constant talking, hanging out, and sharing moments that friends definitely don’t share,

- Hamzah finally asks you out (with pressure from Mandy and Martin because they literally couldn’t stand you not being together)

- You two were at his place, just got done smoking, and were cuddled up on the couch waiting for your DoorDash order.

- He had his hands on the back of your head, just playing with your hair, and your cheek was pressed up against his chest.

- The show on TV is going unwatched.

- He doesn’t know what possessed him to admit his feelings.

- Maybe it was the weed?

- Or all the times he had imagined himself being yours and you being his.

- or was it the feeling of your fingers running up and down his back and how cute you look laying on his chest, so content?

- Was it the way you have a tiny smile on your lips and how your lashes rest against your plump cheeks?

- Definitely not the weed.

- He confessed his love and how he couldn’t handle just being your friend. His voice was cracking, asking you to be his, burrying his curly head into your neck and kissing softly at your collarbone.

- It was almost like he was pleading for you to say that you also feel the same.

- And you did, because, like, why wouldn’t you? Have you seen him?!!3$/7/

- You were so excited, you felt like you were going to throw up.

- Obviously, you guys shared your first kiss, which ended up becoming a make-out session.

- You would’ve stayed the night if you didn’t have work the next day, and you ended up going home high on life and eager to tell Mandy about everything.

- She was disgusted that you chose Hamzah out of all the people, but she was happy to see how giddy you were talking about him.

- That night, you went to bed feeling like the luckiest girl in the world.

RELATIONSHIP

- The day after you guys became official, the first thing he did was post a butt ugly picture of you on his story (probably that fuckass baby filter) with some heart eyes.

- He is actually so clingy that you cannot leave his side for one second.

- Thankfully, in public, he is more tame, but he always has a hand or arm around or on you at all times, like, ma'am, is this man bothering you?…

- You guys always play video games together, and most of the time you carry him because he kind of sucks. (especially in Fortnite..)

- One time while playing sims on the computer, you added yourself to mandy's game file and made it so you and Hamzah were married and had a baby :3

- He loves when you play with his hair, especially after he gets a haircut. He turns into putty.

- Somehow, he always finds a way to bring you up and talk about you.

- He’ll be talking to someone, and they mention something that he knows you like and say, ‘Oh yeah, my girlfriend loves that’ or ‘you know my girlfriend said the same thing’

- Or just start telling stories about you.

- He especially does it with Martin since Martin would always bring up Mandy; it’s kind of like revenge.

- He is always in competition with Martin about who has the better girlfriend.

- And for some reason, ever since you got together, he got more irresistible, which you didn’t even think was possible.

- It has you biting your fist and screaming and crying when you realize that other people also find your boyfriend attractive.

- But at the same time, you also repost Hamzah edits and comment on them because the fans are just so real and they get you.

- He loves to send pictures all the time and just update you on what he is doing whenever you’re not together. He always wants you to feel included in whatever he’s getting into (mostly because he misses you).

- Like, you’ll be at work having a bad day, and he just sends a picture of him and Peter saying that he misses you.

- About 5 months into your guy's relationship, you ended up moving in with him even though you practically lived there because you’re literally there 24/7.

- His attachment issues got worse once you moved in.

- He didn’t even want to go to Martins to film, but you always ended up forcing him to go and tagging along because you wanted some much-needed girl time with Mandy.

- He loves your cooking and will literally gobble up anything you put in front of him.

- You always try to fatten him up because, girl, his thighs are like your favorite thing about him.

- Speaking of thighs, you always love sitting on his lap. Even if there are chairs available to you, you always choose to sit on him.

- and sometimes he even sits on your lap.

- You love the feeling of all his weight on you and the way his thighs expand. You always rub your hands up and down them when he sits on you; it gets him so nervous.

- He is a little spoon always.

- He loves having matching outfits.

- When Martin and Mandy invited you both on the trip to Curaçao, you guys were ecstatic; it was your first trip together. And all he could think about was being in a beautiful place with his pretty girl.

- He took you shopping to get matching swimsuits, hats, sunglasses, and outfits the moment you said you would go on the trip with them.

- He definitely bought you matching camo pants, and he loves sharing his clothes with you. He thinks you look so cute and smell like him.

- He was obsessed with the way the curaçao sun kissed your skin; it was almost hypnotic.

- You took so many pictures of him, like your phone never left your hands. Your camera app was the only app open on your phone

- When he and Martin were having a dance off and he was in that black sleeveless shirt, oh my god...

- He also never stopped taking pictures of you, and for some reason they’re all mediocre or bad photos, and he swears you don’t look as bad as you say you do.

- Like, boy, you captured all four of my chins and that pimple on my back? What are you talking about..

- You guys barely saw Mandy and Martin, which you weren’t complaining about. You and Hamzah mostly spent time at the beach and laid with each other, enjoying the scenery.

- When he and Martin filmed the iguana mukbang, he made sure to take you back to all the places he visited so he could experience it a second time with his other best friend (you!).

- He especially wanted you to try the donuts from that one shop.

- You always make tik-tok videos with him, like you’ll set up the phone before even telling him; he can’t even register that you’re filming him, and he’s just in the background farting and picking his nose.

- He is a certified shit talker and will always take your side, even if he thinks you’re in the wrong

- he loves when you come home from work, excited to tell him the deets about the drama at work

- He knows co-worker names and every single detail about their lives but has never even seen their faces.

- and he is especially invested when the drama includes you. He actually gets so mean you’ve never seen him act like this

- He’s like, "There's no way she’s talking when her husband literally cheated on her with her mother like a girl gets a life,” and you’re both just sitting there agreeing with each other looking like that one duck gif

- just two dumb bitches enabling eachothers behavior

- He’s actually so sassy and will roll his eyes when you say it’s too hot to cuddle or you’re busy with something and you need for him to wait.

- You guys will actually be in a sass war, and he ALWAYS wins, and you ignore him because he can get mean, so you usually give him the silent treatment (you’re not actually mad).

- But it usually ends with him whining for forgiveness and a bunch of kisses and cuddles.

- He’s always carrying stuff for you in his pockets, like your favorite strawberry lipgloss, extra claw clip, your favorite snacks + extra charger cause you always forget to charge your phone before leaving.

- He’s a really good listener. Even when you think he’s not paying attention to your nonstop yapping, he’s always picking up on the little things

- He is the absolute worst when he is drunk, like he’s actually so attached to you he might as well be in your skin, and he’s actually upset he can’t be inside you

- you love when he comes back from the gym cause he just stinks so good.

- You two have matched each others freak..

NSFW

- Hamzah is a MUNCH.

- Man loves being in between your thighs, and honestly, you’re not mad about it

- The way you moan and squeal as the tip of his nose nudges your puffy clit can keep him going for hours

- He loves when you tug on his hair

- The way your hands immediately grab his curls to push him even deeper has him grinding against the bed and his grip against your thighs tingling into painful pleasure that always leaves the prettiest bruises ♡

- He is obsessed with handjobs

-The first time you guys had sēx, you were sitting on his lap, passing the pipe back and forth

-and he just looks so gorgeous when he smokes, and for some reason, you couldn't take it any longer and began kissing down his neck, your hands playing in his hair, and teasingly grinding against him

- His dick got painfully hard, and the pipe forgotten

- your hands trailed down his abdomen, soft hands pulled his thick cock out of his boxers, your eyes blown with lust, mesmerized by the way his creamy tip bubbles with pre

- You pump his cock so deliciously that it has him crying. He genuinely cannot get himself off after getting with you

- That’s when you learned about how Whiney and how much of a baby your big boyfriend turns into when he’s under your touch

- His favorite positions are 69, doggy and missionary :3

- missionary being his number one because he loves to hold your hands as his cock plows your chubby pussy

- He is also weirdly obsessed with your ass; he loves to grab and squeeze the plump flesh, hence his second fav position being doggy

- Hands are always on your ass inside and outside the bedroom he dgaf

- He’s obsessed with the way your ass slams down on his hips when you’re riding him ^.^

- He feels like he’s going to break, and he just can’t get enough of the pap pap pap your ass makes when it meets his pelvis

- the sound of your guys cream mixing together, creating a noisy and messy midsection that always has him hypnotized and asking for more

- He’d definitely suggest anal

- You definitely have more control in the bedroom than he does.

- Most of the time, you initiate sex because he’s always looking so delicious, and of course he accepts it every time because who is he to deny his pretty girl?

- Cockwarming is his favorite thing ever.

- He sees it as a bonding moment where you too are just cuddled up doing your own things, showing each other stupid ass videos while he’s inside you trying not to explode

- He’s had a bad day. Cockwarm him.

- He’s editing a video? Cockwarm him.

- He wants to nap after sex. COCK. WARM. HIM.

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fluff&implied — matt x fem!reader

synopsis: matt and y/n were just friends. sure they’re touchy, and maybe kiss a little, but that’s what friends are for, no?

tags: friends to lovers, use of y/n, use of pet names, she her prns, kissing xox, flirty!matt bc why not, nsfw jokes, implied ending

a/n: based on this req! sorry if you feel ‘robbed’ :/ ive never written full blown smut and im not confident enough in my writing to try it!! lemme know what you think! xx

“it ain’t right for me, is it right for you? if you’re missing me, there is one thing to do”

matt laid comfortably on y/n’s bed, his head resting against her stomach. he was situated between her legs, using her as a pillow while she sat partially up against her headboard.

it was normalcy for them to be this close, watching mindless reality t.v and just appreciating each others presence. regardless of the snarky (yet playful) comments they got about it all, they assured everyone there was nothing to hide. it was simply how they showed each other affection… in a normal, friendly manner.

matt’s fingers ran up and down the sides of her calves, his feather-like touches exciting a soft giggle from her. she shifted at the action, to which he stopped his movements and grabbed onto her legs, keeping them in place.

“stop moving,” he mumbled, his grip still firm on her skin. “‘m comfortable and you’re disturbing me.” she scoffed, rolling her eyes. as if he had eyes on the back of his head, he continued. “don’t roll your eyes at me, sweetheart.”

“you’re tickling me.” she retorted, sighing deeply. “you can’t tickle me and not expect me to react.”

unbeknownst to her, a devious smile grew on the boys face. he sat up slightly, only granting her a split second of relief before he turned to face her now. “so you’re finally admitting you’re ticklish?”

her eyes widened, and she tried and failed to scoot back farther into the headboard away from him. “matt, no.” she fought back a smile, shaking her head quickly. “please, no.”

“huh?” he scrunched his face up in faux thought, pausing for a moment. “what was that? i’m not sure i heard you correctly—”

in an instant, he pounced on her, his slender fingers immediately finding the spot he knew too well between her ribs. a loud squeal escaped her as she fought away from him flailing and kicking her feet.

“matt!” she struggled to get out through her giggles and shrieks. “i can’t breathe!”

and he did — after several minutes of course, although he didn’t move off of her just yet. instead, he stayed hovering over top of her, his chain necklace swinging back and fourth as both of their chests rose and fell almost in sync. his eyes wandered over all of her features, admiring every little detail of his best friend’s face.

she couldn’t help but blush at their closeness. she knew she shouldn’t. she knew it wasn’t right, but she couldn’t help it. a single glance at the boy before her and anyone would be. “matt, get off.” she tried to play it off, pushing her hands into his chest softly in attempt to move the boy.

but he didn’t budge. he didn’t even flinch.

“wait,” he whispered, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly. “just give me a few more seconds.”

his eyes jumped around her features, burning her cheeks and forcing her eyes to look literally anywhere else. “a few more seconds to what?” she asked sounding embarrassingly nervous. “do i really look that stupid right now?”

his hand came up to fix a stray strand of hair. “no, no,” he reassured, “quite the contrary, actually.”

okay. so that’s far too much.

“now, that’s a big word for you.” she rose on her elbows, her chest almost hitting his and forcing him to sit up finally. his eyes stayed glued on her intently, an unreadable expression on his face. “you’re such a freak.”

“only for you,” he hummed, sitting beside her with his back now rested against the headboard. “only if you want me to be.” he tried poorly to hide his smirk.

she wasn’t sure what it was that made the following statement leave her lips. maybe it was the sleep deprivation from binge watching garbage reality television until whatever unholy hour of the morning it was currently, or maybe it was the fact that her best friend, who she swore was carved from marble and placed in this world just to tease and torment her, had given her the perfect opportunity to finally torment him back.

“and what if i did?”

the question was so innocent, yet felt so dirty for her to be asking. she’d be lying if she said the thoughts hadn’t crossed her mind, and she’d be lying even more if she kept trying to deny the fact that their friendly intimate moments didn’t make her crave more either.

it was a painful place to be, since she always figured that matt would rather die than ever feel the same way. he was just flirtatious, she had concluded, and it didn’t mean a thing.

so deep into her own thoughts she’d missed the way that matt’s eyes widened briefly at her response. their bickering was common, sure, but y/n actually playing along with it was not.

he raised an eyebrow, tilting his head slightly as he glanced at her. “you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he kept his eyes glued on hers.

“that’s what i just said,” she whispered, subconsciously leaning towards him. “isn’t it?”

“you mustn’t tell lies, angel.” he reciprocated the action, looking at her lips. “you’re a tease.”

“i haven’t a teasing bone in my body.” she mumbled. with their closeness, she practically spoke directly into his mouth.

“hmm,” he hummed, his hand wandering to find room upon her hip. “i’m not sure i believe you. i think i might have to check.”

there was no time to process before his mouth encapsulated hers, moving slowly and in sync in almost a rehearsed fashion. fireworks, butterflies, stars, and all the cheesy metaphors in between couldn’t even begin to describe the feeling that erupted all throughout her torso and beyond. her cheeks burned as they flushed, her lips swollen and her eyelashes fluttering.

his hands roamed wherever they could, pulling her closer and closer to himself. his left hand finally found home on the back of her neck, grasping it tight enough to keep her in place without injury, as he pulled away for air.

he couldn’t hide the smile when he took in her state. her eyes opening slowly and her bottom lip pulled between her teeth. he thought it was pathetic, truly, but he loved the sight.

“aren’t i just the bestestfriend a pretty girl like you could’ve ever hoped for?” he tapped her cheek softly with his free hand. “hm?”

her heart skipped a beat, and although she protested internally, she continued. “so, did you find it?”

he quirked a brow, still holding onto her.

“the teasing bone.” she clarified.

“no,” he smiled, his gaze dropping before he began pulling her mouth towards his once more. “but i found another.”

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April ins 🌸 :

thinking before reacting

more exercise

making myself a priority

working out more

better sleep schedule

ignoring negativity

April outs 🫧 :

drama

procrastinating

worrying/stressing

negative mindsets

fake friends

going back and forth/arguing

this is toooooooo good omfg

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🌙 starring. Jeong Jaehyun x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. Your ex finds your sweet spot as easily as ever, as if it hasn’t been two years since his tongue stroked this specific patch of skin and made your whole body tingle with pleasure. You let out a shaky sigh, threading your fingers through his hair and relaxing against the pillows. “Don’t leave me again,” you whisper. “Never again,” he promises.

tw/cw. foreplay, fingering, mutual masturbation, hand job hand fucking, spitting, finger sucking, inklings of oral fixation, praise, dirty talk, pining, reminiscing, breast worship, teasing, Jae being a simp, unprotected sex, handholding while fucking, Jae is pretty vanilla but pent up as hell, etc… I pet names: (hers) baby.

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 5.3k

🍭 aus. ex's to lovers, non idol au, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. I don't normally do angst, but Idk, this felt right for some reason this month

Prologue:

“What’s wrong?” Jaehyun asks, watching you fiddle around the bedroom while he cuddles with your cat on the bed. 

Part of you wants to push back your feelings - you’d kind of been hoping to talk to him at the airport in the morning - but you should have known Jaehyun would realize something is up with you. It’s been a nice long weekend having him home with you.

It’s almost been like he never left.

Almost.

With a deep sigh, you go to sit on the foot of your mattress, staring down at your hands. “I can’t do this anymore,” you say quietly.

The room feels achingly silent, and then the comforter ruffles as Jaehyun sits up. “This?” he asks. 

“Us.” The word hurts to even say. “The distance… I mean, I knew continuing our relationship while you’re in a different city at a new university doing your graduate program would be rough… but… I just didn’t know I’d ever feel this lonely.”

Tears are welling in your eyes. You don’t want to break up with Jaehyun- he’s had your heart for four years. Starting over with someone new sounds impossible- but at the same time, being away from him hurts more than you could ever have imagined. It hurts when he calls you every night, being the perfect boyfriend, smiling and telling you about his day. It hurts because you thought you’d go through life together- you thought you’d be there to see it all yourself, not hear about it after the fact on the phone.

“Come here,” Jaehyun says softly, moving your cat off his lap so he can open his arms to you.

You allow Jaehyun to pull you into an embrace, his fingers stroking your hair. His heart is thundering in his ribcage, and you can hear it as you cuddle closer.

“I’m sorry that it came to this,” he breathes, “but I understand.”

You can’t help the tears now, and a choked sob escapes you. You grab at the front of his soft hoodie, wanting to crush the emblem of his new school. Part of you wishes he’d never been accepted into the elite business graduate program, but another part knows that Jaehyun deserves to be where he is now.

You love him, more than you’ve ever loved anyone, and that’s what makes this so painful.

Jaehyun needs to focus on his studies, to build a new life for himself across the country- and you need to do the same. You can’t be a ghost anymore, walking through life like a zombie and waiting to hear from him, constantly checking the time zone differences and calculating what he’s doing based on schedules.

“I can still…” you rub at your eyes, swallowing thickly, “I’ll take you to the airport in the morning-”

“It’s okay, baby,” Jaehyun shushes you gently, kissing the crown of your head. “I can get a cab.”

“Are you angry at me?” you ask, pulling away from his chest to look up at his face, worried about what you might find there.

“Of course not,” Jaehyun assures you, immediately stroking a thumb across your cheek to wipe away your tears. “No matter how much I didn’t want to admit it, I knew things had changed when I moved away. I could see that the distance was a problem. You have needs, and I’m proud of you for voicing them, even if it hurts.”

“My heart is breaking,” you whimper.

Jaehyun frowns. “Mine too.”

“You’re really not mad at me?”

“I could never be mad at you,” Jaehyun promises. “I think it will be easier to talk about this with time, if that’s something you’d be interested in. But for now, how do you feel about just laying down, holding each other, and doing our best to enjoy tonight- if it’s going to be our last.”

It might be easier if he was mad at you, if he yelled and swore and tried to make you change your mind- but Jaehyun’s never been an abusive type. Instead, he holds you close, and as you softly cry on his chest, you begin to drift off to sleep.

One

Even in a crowded bar, one distant laugh makes your blood run cold. You grip your drink, heart thundering in your rib cage as you scan your surrounding area.

It’s been two years since you broke up with Jaehyun. Even so, you’d recognize his voice anywhere.

“You good?” your best friend asks, reading your change in expression.

“Yeah, I just thought I heard-” as you’re about to say his name, you spot Jaehyun. He’s leaning against the bar top, chatting with a man whose back is to you.

God, he still looks so good. 

Your chest aches, throat going dry. As you watch him, his eyes move to take in the bar. You’re quick to shift your gaze, lifting your drink to your lips to down the rest of it. 

“I need to get out of here,” you mutter.

“What? Why?” Your friend reaches for your arm, pulling you closer to check in on you.

“My ex is here.”

“Which one?”

“Which one do you think?” You let out a laugh, but there’s no humor in it.

“Fuck.” 

“Yeah. Listen, have fun, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” You hand her your empty glass, giving her one last look before you turn to head to the entrance of the bar. 

You can feel eyes on you as you push through the crowd, but you chalk it up to being paranoid. You slip through the front doors, intent on hailing a taxi. As you make it to the cement sidewalk, you hear your name behind you, and that familiar voice has your blood running cold for a second time tonight.

“Y/N?”

Your whole body freezes, and for a moment, you truly consider running. But you’ve already run from Jaehyun once before, and you don’t have it in yourself to do it again.

With a deep breath, you turn to face your ex, your first love, the man you’ve never recovered from.

“I thought that was you,” Jaehyun mutters quietly, shoving his hands into his pockets as he stares at you.

You don’t even know what to say, so you keep your mouth shut, taking in his pretty face and the broad set of his shoulders. 

“Sorry, maybe I shouldn’t have followed you,” he admits finally. “It doesn’t look like you want to talk.”

Jaehyun turns to head back inside, and your body reacts on its own accord; you grab at his arm, and it makes him stop. He looks down at your hand, wrapped around his forearm, then up at you.

“We…” you swallow thickly, “we can talk. I just… I don’t know what to say.”

“That makes two of us.” 

You drop your hand from his arm when you realize he’s not going anywhere.

“I uh…” Jaehyun clears his throat. “I got back to town a month ago. Meant to message you- but I didn’t know what to say then either.”

“You completed your program?”

“Yup. With flying colors.”

“I guess I always expected you to be a big shot and move to some other city- what are you doing back here?”

“Unfinished business… maybe.” Jaehyun dips his head, looking down at the ground. You watch him absentmindedly kick at an old cigarette butt.

He can’t be talking about you… can he?

“Anyways,” Jaehyun meets your eyes again, “how’ve you been?”

“I’ve been…” you search for the right word, “okay.” 

“Yeah? Happy?”

“Sort of. You?”

Jaehyun shrugs, offering you a lopsided smile that makes your heart ache. “Sort of. It was two years of studying. Didn’t have much time for extracurriculars, as you know.”

So your breakup is still a sore spot for him, you can sense it in his words. He’s not outwardly saying it, but… it’s there all the same. There’s something of an apology in his statement, because you do know how hard it was for him to find time for things outside of school- it had been the main reason you’d had to call things off with him.

“How about you?” he presses. “Any uh… any protective boyfriend who’s about to show up and beat my ass?”

You can’t believe he’s asking you outright about this, and the question actually makes you let out a small laugh. You shake your head. “No. No boyfriend.”

“Good. I mean… I hoped you were happy, but uh, you know, it’s nice to hear that, well, you know what I mean.” Jaehyun looks down again, and you can see his ears turning red.

It’s as clear as day that Jaehyun still cares about you. The way he’s acting tells you everything you need to know… well, almost everything.

“So…” you wrap your arms around yourself, “are you planning on leaving again? Do you know how long you’ll be in town?”

“Nothing is set in stone,” Jaehyun admits, cocking his head to the side as he looks at you. “Listen, I’m just going to say it.” He takes a deep breath, meanwhile, you can’t even breathe. “I never got over you. I mean, how could I? You’re everything, and- I understand why we broke up, I really do. But my program is over now, and if you give me another chance, I promise not to go anywhere ever again, at least, not without you right there by my side.”

“Jaehyun-”

“If you need some time to think about it, I totally get that-”

Jaehyun goes to take a step back, and you find yourself grabbing at him once more. Your body simply can’t let him go- not now, not ever again.

Your ex looks down at your hand on his forearm, and as you open your mouth to give him your response, no words come to mind. Your gaze dips to his lips, and before you know what you’re even doing, you’re moving in to kiss him.

Jaehyun is frozen in place at the initial meeting of your lips, but after a moment, you feel his body relax. His hands gently slip to your waist, tugging you closer as he slants his mouth against your own. You feel him release a small groan, and a whimper bubbles in your chest.

How many times have you dreamt of this moment? How many times have you thought about kissing Jaehyun? 

Your arms wrap around the back of his neck, and you allow yourself to get lost in the feeling of him-

Someone lets out a whistle, and you roughly pull back from Jaehyun, your eyes finding the two bouncers outside the bar, who are staring at you with wolfish grins.

“Is there somewhere we can go to talk?” Jaehyun asks, resting his forehead against your own.

“Come home with me.”

Two

It feels like deja vu to be walking into your apartment with Jaehyun. You’ve had the same unit for years- and you know it must feel even weirder for your ex to be here again after practically living here with you for half of your time in university together. 

As you toss your keys onto the entryway table, you hear a familiar meow. Your cat slinks in from the kitchen, but instead of heading to you, she immediately moves toward Jaehyun’s feet, letting out an obnoxiously loud purr as she begins to rub against him.

“Looks like Mittens hasn’t forgotten me either,” Jaehyun smiles, immediately bending down to pick up the fluffy grey and white kitty. She leans into his touch, purring like an engine as he scratches he cheeks. Her paws begin to make softies on his arm, and it makes your heart ache.

You’ve dated a few guys casually in Jaehyun’s absence, and Mittens has never liked any of them. She always was a daddy’s girl- after all, you’d started dating Jaehyun only a few months after you’d picked her up from the shelter. 

You still have pictures of the two of them on your phone, hidden in a secret file- you’d never had the heart to delete them, and as you watch their reunion, you’re glad you never did.

“She missed you,” you admit. “We both did.”

You watch Jaehyun’s Adam’s apple bob with effort, your words clearly invoking emotion. You’re quick to look away.

“Can I get you anything?” you ask, kicking off your shoes. “I had a few drinks at the bar, was planning on making a grilled cheese-”

“You still do that?” Jaehyun asks.

“Yeah.” Your throat feels dry admitting another ghost of your past you still haven’t been able to shake. “I still do that.”

Grilled cheese after a night out had always been your thing, and when you’d started dating Jaehyun, it had become his thing too. You can’t even count how many nights the two of you came home from university parties only to make a grilled cheese and collapse on your bed, giggling and kissing like kids in love.

“A grilled cheese sounds perfect,” Jaehyun says. “Thank you.”

He follows you into the kitchen. As you begin to make the late-night snack, you realize Jaehyun has no intention of putting Mittens down. She basks in his attention, letting out upset chirps any time he tries to stop petting her to help you in small ways.

Jaehyun asks you about your job, and from that, the two of you begin to talk about your lives over the past two years. It feels too natural to slip into this type of conversation. His presence is so calming and familiar- by the time you’re done making the grilled cheese for you to share, it’s almost as if the past two years never happened. 

It’s almost as if you never left him.

Almost as if he never left you first.

“Do you want to eat in here?” Jaehyun asks, heading to the small kitchen table.

“We can go to my bedroom,” you say softly. “Unless you wanted to be here.”

“Your bedroom is good.” 

He follows you through your apartment, but when you get to your room, he stops in the doorway.

“I can’t get over how little this place has changed,” he muses, looking at the layout of the space.

“Yeah,” you sit down on your bed, lifting your legs onto the mattress and setting the plate by your knee. “I guess I’m used to it like this.”

Jaehyun knows all too well how comfortable you get, how hard it is for you to make changes. You think it must be one of the reasons he never fought the breakup. If you’d gotten to the point of needing an emotional separation to deal with the physical distance, pushing you to change your mind would have only made things worse.

“Can we come sit with you?” Jaehyun asks.

“Of course.” You gesture to the mattress. “Make yourself at home, Jae.”

With a small chuckle, he comes to join you. He’s careful when he sets Mittens down, and she immediately stretches, letting out a massive yawn before coming to investigate the grilled cheese.

Jaehyun reaches for his half of the sandwich. “I missed these.”

“It’s just a grilled cheese,” you laugh.

“Yeah, but there’s something special about the way you make it. I can’t explain it.”

You can only offer him a smile as you both lift the gooey, cheesy, greasy, crispy bread to your lips. The crunch is satisfying, and Jaehyun shifts the food to his right hand so he can pet Mittens with his left. 

The two of you eat in silence, but there’s nothing uncomfortable about it. As your meal comes to a quick end, your phone begins to ring, and you stand up to answer it. “Give me a sec,” you tell him, exiting the room while Mittens rushes to follow you.

“Hey girl,” your best friend says. “You okay?”

“I’m good.”

“Seeing your ex must have been pretty hard.”

“Actually, uh…” you look toward your open bedroom door, swallowing thickly then lowering your voice, “he’s at my apartment with me.”

“What!?”

“Yeah, we’re talking things out.”

“Just talking?” You can hear the cheeky grin in her voice.

“Don’t be like that,” you laugh.

“Girl, you and that man were a dream couple. He’s the one that got away, and now he’s in your apartment- he’s probably sitting on your bed, eating grilled cheese-”

“God, stop,” you groan. “Am I that predictable?”

“Nah, it was hashtag just couple things. Okay, look, obviously you’re doing good- I was worried you were somewhere crying and drowning yourself in booze. I’ll leave you be. Say hi to him for me.”

“Will do.” You hang up, looking down at Mittens. She’s circling your feet, and with a sigh, you go to refill her food bowl. You’d given her lunch hours ago, and you feel bad that she just watched you down a grilled cheese with nothing for her own little mittens to get a hold of.

Also… your best friend knows you too well. 

Your body is reacting to Jaehyun as if there was never a separation- or maybe, your body is reacting because there was a separation. Your pulse is picking up with each step back to your bedroom, and when you close the door behind you, Jaehyun cocks a brow, finishing his grilled cheese with one last large bite.

“You good?” he asks.

“I’m great,” you tell him, approaching the bed.

“Yeah?” Jaehyun’s gaze moves to the closed door, and he offers you a dimpled grin, mischief flaring on the edges of his expression. “You locked out Mittens.”

Nothing gets past this man. You’ve never loved getting intimate while Mittens is trying to hog Jaehyun’s attention, and you shouldn’t be surprised that he got you figured out the moment you closed the door to your bedroom.

“Don’t even with me, Jae.” You sigh, collapsing onto the mattress next to him while he moves the grilled cheese plate to the side table.

“Look, I don’t want you to feel any pressure just cuz I’m here and we’re sitting on your bed-”

“Does it look like I feel pressure?” you ask, hyper-aware of the way your dress is riding up your thighs.

Jaehyun gives you a slow once-over. “I guess not.”

“You really mean what you said about not going away a second time?” You look down. “Because I don’t think I could take it if we gave this another try and three months down the line you moved cities again.” 

Your ex nods. “I promise. If you give me one more chance, I won’t let you down.”

You stare at Jaehyun for a moment, studying the sincerity on his face. “Okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You open your arms, resting back against the pillows and spreading your legs. “Now come here.”

Jaehyun practically leaps on top of you. He slots between your thighs like he was made to be there, his mouth pressing to your own while you wrap him in a tight embrace. He kisses you like he’s been starved of your lips. 

He retains some of the gentleness that he’d exhibited outside of the club, but there’s a desperation too, you can almost taste it on him… along with the grilled cheese.

The thought makes you smile, and Jaehyun breaks the kiss to look down at you, also grinning. “What?”

“Nothing, just- I’m happy.”

“Me too,” he admits, looking down at your beaming face before he grabs your jaw between his thumb and forefinger, angling your head to the side so he can access your neck. Your ex finds your sweet spot as easily as ever, as if it hasn’t been two years since his tongue stroked this specific patch of skin and made your whole body tingle with pleasure. 

You let out a shaky sigh, threading your fingers through his hair and relaxing against the pillows.

“Don’t leave me again,” you whisper.

“Never again,” he promises, voice husky in your ear.

His hand slides down the curve of your body, grasping at your thighs and slowly pushing your dress up. Your hips move, rutting in an attempt to spur him on. When his fingers finally find your core through your panties, you swear you see stars. He begins to rub your clit, circling it as he applies more and more pressure. 

His mouth continues on your neck, and you begin to whimper from the stimulus.

You’d nearly forgotten how good it feels to be touched by someone who knows you inside and out- by someone who cares about your pleasure more than he’s ever cared about his own.

“Jae,” you whimper, breathing heavily as he rubs your core. 

“Yes, baby?” His lips are gentle along your throat, and the feather-light touch almost teases you more than a rougher one would.

“Can we skip the foreplay? I need you.”

Jaehyun’s fingers stop on your clit, and he pushes himself up on an elbow, looking down at you with a quizzical set to his brow. “Skip the foreplay?” he repeats, letting out a scoff. “Baby, I’ve been thinking about what I’d do to you if you ever gave me a second chance for over two years. We’re not skipping the foreplay.”

“But-”

“Please don’t argue with me. Just let me have this. Just let me enjoy the body I’ve missed so much. I’ve missed your sounds, the way you react to my touch-” his fingers pick up their pace on your clit again, and you let out a whine, pushing toward him again. “See? You’re perfect. No matter how many memories of this I have, nothing compares to the real thing.”

When you’d been dating Jaehyun initially, he was - for lack of a better word - pretty vanilla. This dirty talk is new, and it makes your stomach erupt into butterflies. Your mind goes practically blank, lulled into a lusty trance by the musings of a man who’s clearly bewitched by you, body and soul.

When your gaze dips down to his hand between your thighs, you notice the way his cock is straining in his pants. “Can I…” you swallow thickly, “Can I touch you too?”

“Yeah.” His mouth returns to your throat, and he pushes your panties to the side, dragging his fingers through your soaked folds. “Fuck, baby, you’re so wet for me.”

You mewl at his words, quickly fumbling with the button of his pants so you can push them down just far enough to take his cock out of his briefs. Jaehyun releases a low groan and it makes your pussy flutter as you begin to stroke him.

Your ex reacts by slipping his fingers into your core, two long digits going knuckle deep. He tests your walls, grazing your g-spot when he begins to lazily pump his hand, his palm firmly pressing to your clit.

A whimper of pleasure escapes you, and you can feel Jaehyun grin against your neck. “The prettiest sounds,” he muses. “How did you ever get this pretty?”

It’s a rhetorical question, and it makes you feel cock drunk and dumb, your chest pushing up against his own, looking for stimulus- your nipples are hard in your bralette, but you wish you were naked already, wish you could feel him better-

“Jae?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Can you take my dress off?”

Jaehyun pulls his hand away from your core, bringing his two wet fingers to your lips. He pushes them into your mouth, propping himself up so he can look down at you while you suck his digits clean. “I thought you’d never ask.”

You groan around his fingers, the act of sucking is turning you on more than you’d care to admit, but it ends too quickly as Jaehyun pulls his hand away.

He sits up, taking off his own shirt first. Then he reaches down to grab at the hem of your dress, slowly dragging it up your form. Jaehyun’s eyes take in each strip of newly exposed skin, and you can see the way his pupils have blown with interest.

You lift your shoulders off the bed, making it easier for him to tear the fabric off of you and toss it to the side. This leaves you in your bralette and panties, both of which you’re eager to have join your dress on the floor.

Jaehyun’s hand reaches out to cup your breast, his thumb smoothing over the pebbled nipple that’s pushing through the silky fabric. He squeezes you gently, forcing you to release a moan of pleasure. 

A moment later, he’s removing your panties, then your bra, fingers pinching at your newly exposed nipple.

Your hand, meanwhile, returns to his cock- only for Jaehyun to grab at your wrist, pulling you away.

You’re about to ask what’s wrong, but then Jaehyun turns your hand palm up, and he spits into the center of it, bringing it back to his cock. 

There’s no way that action should have been as sexy as it was- your core throbbing as you begin to stroke his rock-hard length. 

With one last lustful look at your body, Jaehyun settles over top of you again, his mouth seeking out your breasts while you pump his cock. The feeling of his tongue flicking against you has you crying out, pushing your chest toward his mouth. His teeth graze over your sensitive nipple and you respond by applying more pressure to his cock.

Jaehyun groans loudly, rutting his hips into your hand, which stills so you can allow him to fuck your palm. He continues to worship your breasts while his hips do most of the work, and you surrender yourself to the pleasurable scenario you’ve found yourself in.

“You know…” Jaehyun presses another kiss to your nipple, “I was going to ask you to sit on my face, but… it’s hard being this close to your pretty pussy and not just… slipping it in.”

“Yeah?” You guide his cock closer to your core, so that when he ruts his hips, the tip of his cock glides through your soaked folds. “Then just do it.”

“Here I was, saying not to skip the foreplay- but here I am, giving in to you like always.” 

Jaehyun releases a laugh, and it makes you giggle along with him, because it’s true. Jaehyun may have this sexy, devil-may-care attitude, but he’s always been a total simp for you. 

He was completely wrapped around your finger when you first met, and he’s completely wrapped around your finger now. It’s interesting how so much can change, and so little can change at the same time. 

“You just feel so good,” Jaehyun groans, thrusting again, the tip of his pretty pink flushed cock just slipping inside of you- 

“Fuck, Jae, please-” you push your chest up toward his face again, pumping his length, trying to guide him deeper-

He brings his mouth to your own, capturing you in a breathtaking kiss as he sheaths himself into your wet core.

You let out a low whine, wrapping your legs around his hips and releasing his cock in favor of grabbing his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin.

“Fuck-” Jaehyun moans, staying still inside of you while your walls pulse around his shaft. “Missed this perfect pussy, baby.”

“Missed your perfect cock,” you retort, tangling your fingers in his soft hair and drawing him in for another kiss.

His tongue clashes against your own, his hands finding your hips so he can steady himself as he begins to rut into you. 

You love getting lost in him. You can feel your mind slipping away, your body giving into its primal instincts as Jaehyun makes love to you the way he has so many times before.

One of his hands finds your own, taking it from his shoulder and lacing your fingers above you, pressing you into the pillow. He breaks the kiss to look down at you, breathing heavily.

“There’s so much I’ve wanted to say,” Jaehyun admits.

“Then say it,” you urge him, cupping his cheek with your free hand.

He nuzzles against your palm, closing his eyes for a moment while he enjoys your touch. “I’ve missed everything about you. You’ve been on my mind every day for two years.”

Your heart aches.

“It’s more than just the sex, and you know it. I’ve missed holding you,” he squeezes your hand, “missed sleeping next to you. Missed late-night talks and grilled cheese. Missed your laugh and the way your eyes light up when you’re happy. Missed the way you cry at sad parts in movies-”

As he talks, the pace of his thrusts gets faster, and you find it harder and harder not to moan like a whore and interrupt his cute little speech about missing you. 

In fact, it’s hard to even keep your eyes open, but your gaze is caught in his own. Jaehyun’s staring into your soul, baring himself to you like a man who’s brought all his walls down. 

“I love you,” Jaehyun says gruffly, “I’ve never stopped loving you. Not for one single day. It’s you, and it’s always been you.”

Your stomach muscles clench at his admission, orgasm bubbling to the surface fast from the combination of his movements and his words.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he assures you, licking his lips. “Just rub your clit and let me feel your perfect pussy clench around me as you cum, that will be answer enough.”

With a loud whine, you throw your head back against the pillow, threading your free hand between your bodies. The first touch of your fingers on your clit has you throbbing already, and you release a gasp.

“That’s it, baby,” Jaehyun coos, lips finding your throat. “Just like that.”

“Jae-”

“I know, I know you’re close- must be pent up like me, right? We’re both going to cum way too fast, but that’s okay, we have all the time in the world to enjoy each other- the way I’m going to eat your perfect pussy for breakfast tomorrow morning-”

Your core pulses at the thought, and you rub your clit harder.

“Gonna let go for me, right, baby? I’m so close, want you to cum with me.”

“I’m there-” you tell him, shivering as he licks the sweet spot on your throat. ‘Fuck, Jae-”

“You want me to cum inside right? You’re still on the-”

“Cum inside,” you interrupt him. “God, fuck, please- need you to fill me up-”

Jaehyun groans, squeezing your hand again. His lips move from your neck to your mouth, and your tongues clash in a breathless, moan-filled frenzy, your orgasms just out of reach-

One more whimpered “please” out of you has Jaehyun moaning, his high crashing into him. You can feel him filling you up with his cum, and it triggers your own orgasm. A gasp escapes you, your sensitive nipples pressing against his chiseled chest-

You can feel him everywhere. He’s all-consuming. You completely let go, sounds uninhibited, pussy throbbing harder than it has in the past two years. 

Jaehyun fucks you through it, until you’re both sweaty, gasping messes. Then he collapses on top of you, giving your captured hand one last squeeze before adjusting. He rolls off of you just enough to tuck you close to his chest, hand finding your hair and beginning to pet you.

You can hear the racing of his heart as he catches his breath.

As you come down from your high, you feel a welling of emotion bubbling inside of you. You’re shocked when a tear rolls down your cheek, and you’re quick to brush it away. Jaehyun notices the movement and tilts his head to assess you.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you sniffle. “I’m just…. I’m happy, and I missed you a lot.”

“Baby,” Jaehyun’s fingers draw pretty nothings on your back, “I promise I’m not going anywhere ever again.”

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Since you got back with Jaehyun over a year ago, the two of you haven’t been separated for longer than twelve hours, but tomorrow is the day of your wedding, and there are certain traditions about the bride and groom staying apart- so here you are, cuddled on a couch in your hotel room, missing your fiance.

When your phone rings and Jaehyun’s pretty face shows up as the contact on your screen, you fumble over yourself to pause your movie and answer it. “Jae?”

“Hey, baby. What room are you in again?”

You think about it for a moment. You’d never actually told him where you’re staying in the hotel… “Why do you want to know?”

“Maybe I wanna send my fiance flowers before our wedding tomorrow.” 

God, why’s he so charming?

You give him your room number without a second thought, hanging up with an ‘I love you.’ 

Five minutes later, there’s a knock at the door, and you open it to find Jaehyun standing there with a massive dimpled grin on his face, and a vase of flowers in his hands. “Hi, baby.”

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baseball player!connie

baseball player!connie who is one of the top pitchers in the country. ever since he was young his family and friends knew he would be one of the best and they were right.

baseball player!connie who had been working the hardest on the team from his freshman year of college all the way to his junior year right now.

baseball player!connie who decided in high school that he wanted to get a degree before taking baseball to the next level and has stuck with it.

baseball player!connie who despite his 6’3, strong figure and prodigious talent in almost every sport, only took an offer for baseball, seeing that sport as his true calling since he was little.

baseball player!connie who would’ve never thought he’d be going to college with you, his high school sweetheart. you’ve been together since his freshman year of high school, always at his varsity games with pretty bows in your hair as you cheered on his team. you’d sit front and center, school colors painted in two lines on your cheeks as you sat in his opposite jersey with a bright smile on your face.

baseball player!connie who never leaves for a game without getting a pep talk from his favorite girl, your serious face always turning him on as he thinks about how you value these games just as much as he does.

connie’s wide hands were outstretched on your ass, rubbing and squeezing as he stood in his team warmup. he had an important away game today and you could tell he wasn’t feeling good about it, him and his team’s poor performance during the last few practices filling his brain with doubt. “ion wanna lose mami” he groaned, his neck tattoos peaking from his collar as he averted his gaze to the living room. you brought your hands to his cheeks, slowly moving his head back towards you as you spoke. “you been workin hard?” he nodded, hands giving your ass a squeeze as he thought back to some of his better pitches he threw during practice. “you still think you the best?” he nodded again, making you smile as you moved to your tippy toes to leave a soft kiss on his lips. “then stop worryin, the team feeds off you. if you go out there actin unsure of yourself then they gon be unsure of themselves too. you the captain ain’t you?”

“yes ma’am”

you smiled at the name, moving from his hold to pick up his bag from the floor. you slid the strap onto his shoulder before giving them a light squeeze.

“then lead em”

baseball player!connie who does phenomenal every game, but really excels when you’re there watching him. your pretty face and voice always bringing a small smirk to his face as he listens to you cheer after striking his opponent out.

baseball player!connie who is still in college, but is pretty famous since his games are broadcasted on espn and his highlights are shown all over sports pages. he even got sponsored by nike and did some commercials for them with other stars his age.

baseball player!connie who despite his age and profession, has friends everywhere. he’s had rappers, singers, pros, and even the nations best in other sports attend his games. showing their support for their friend. his closest friends are the nations finest volleyball and basketball players aran and ony. they were all around the same age and absolutely dominated in their respective leagues. the three men would always make time for each other regardless of their differences and busy schedules. the media liked to call them the three stooges for their funny personalities and when they’re around each other.

baseball player!connie who has different women in his face everyday, trying their very best to get the athletes attention, but they never got far. always getting brushed off with an “i’m married” before he’d walk off and look for you in the room.

baseball player!connie who doesn’t care that the two of you aren’t actually married or even engaged, during every interview he labels you as his wife since he’s vowed to love, honor, and protect you since the two of you started dating, no ring or wedding required.

“jesus christ c.p i gotta give it to ya. you’ve got to be one of the most talented players i’ve seen in a long time. you bat wonderfully, you run faster than a running back, and when your opponents think they have time to breathe they are plagued with your bullet like pitches. what do you have to say about your wonderful performance tonight?” the reporter said, a smile already forming on connie’s face as he looked down towards the ring tied in his laces.

“well first i wanna say hey t’my wife. she wanted t’be here but she’s a lil sick.” he said, a small frown on his face as he looked towards the camera as if he were staring at you. “i love you tho and i’m always gon thank you cause i wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for all those nights you’d encourage me and get on the field wit me t’work on my pitches. uhh what else? oh yea my performance!”

you giggled from your seat on the couch, nothing but put joy and pride filling your heart as you watched your man go on about how much he loved and adored you and the sport he was blessed to play.

baseball player!connie who to isn’t allowed to wear the promise ring you bought him during games so he ties it in the lace of his left cleat, always leaning over to rub it during games to let you know he’s thinking of you.

baseball player!connie who already pitched great when you’re there, but does even better when he’s angry. the sight of some random guy hitting on you in the stands made anger rush through his veins. his arm moving as if the ball were on fire in his palm.

“strike one!” the umpire said, the batter standing straight up in surprise as if he didn’t even see when the ball was released. connie wasn’t paying attention though because he was counting his own strikes for you, the first one being you letting this man touch your hair. ‘strike one’ he thought.

as his anger built up so did the speed of the ball as connie threw this second one as if it weighed nothing. “strike two!” the umpire said, the commentators going crazy as they watched your man throw another record breaking pitch. the crowd was going nuts but connie’s eyes stayed on you. your pretty teeth bare to the man next to you as you let him take your phone for something, probably to put his socials in it. ‘strike two’

your last strike nearly costed the catcher his hand, the force of the ball so strong that he felt it through the glove.

‘strike three’

“strike three! out!”

both connie and the umpire were in sync as the pitcher moved from his place. connie wasn’t paying the game any mind anymore, his anger at its highest peak as he watched the bastard bring his lips to your ear, whispering things to you with a smirk on his face as your eyes widened.

‘you’re out’

baseball player!connie who didn’t even let you explain that the man in the stands was a friend you invited from class before taking you home and having you face down in the sheets of your shared bed.

“got me fucked up furreal” he grumbled, his big hand colliding with your ass three times as connie deepened his thrusts. your cries and begs were muffled into the sheets, his other hand squeezing the back of your neck as he pushed your face down into the silk fabric. “got me staring into the stands every ten seconds cause you think it’s okay t’be all buddy buddy wit men ion know. tch….cuero grande mami” (such a slut)

you tried to move your hand towards his abdomen to soothe him, but connie roughly rejected you. slapping your small hand away before spanking you again. “don’t touch me. youn get t’touch me when you be letting randoms do it so easily” you cried loudly, your tears soaking the sheets under you as you tried your best to pull your wet face from the cushion so you can speak. “papiiiiii! s’not l-like that, p-promiseeee!” your beg fell on deaf ears as connie flattened his free hand on your back, pushing your stomach to the mattress as he fed you every last inch of his dick at a breathtaking speed. “uhh huhhhh. s’not like you was letting some lambón (ass kisser) be all in your face, right? not like you was letting him touch your phone and whisper shit in your ear, right mami?”

now that he put it that way you did look a little guilty, but you and the guy were strictly friends and you were determined to let your boyfriend know that. “i love youuu! o-only you daddy i swear” connie knew you’d never cheat on him, the love the two of you carried too strong for either of you to even think of being with someone else, but he couldn’t stop himself from becoming this jealous, possessive lover as his fame began to grow. when more people recognized him the more they began to recognize you as well. your pretty face and kind personality driving many men crazy to the point where connie had to keep a a close eye on your choice of “friends”. your easily gained trust making you prone to getting tricked into being friends with a man that only wants one thing from you.

connie knew for sure that was the case when it came to the man he saw today, his wandering eyes and lingering touches giving him away completely to your boyfriend, but you were naive, too innocent to understand that this man wanted only one thing from you. just thinking about it brought connie’s anger back up to a ten, his hips slamming into you as he lifted your back to his chest with one hand. “how yall meet, huh? he came up t’you after class didn’t he?” you nodded your head, earning you a hard slap on your clit from connie’s rough fingers. “que mama? respóndeme la pregunta” (what mama? answer the question) his hand snaked around your throat, giving it a tight squeeze to let you know he wasn’t playing, but you could already tell he wasn’t given the situation you were in right now.

“y-yes, he came up t’me after class” connie nodded as you spoke, already knowing he was correct. “and being the kind little lady you are, you invited him t’come sit wit you at my game, correct?” you replied wit a small “yes” coaxing him to continue. “and f’course he came, probably asked for your instagram on your phone so he could follow himself, said y’all should take a lil selfie to save the moment and begged you t’post it and tag him, right?” your eyes widened at how spot on your boyfriend was, his thrusts doubling in power as he listened to you agree to everything he said. “but you a my good girl so i know you ain’t post it, but he ain’t let it go did he? nahhh…he leaned down and whispered in your ear some stupid pickup line that made your eyes widen, and since you rejected him i know for a fact he ain’t follow you back, and he doesn’t plan on talking t’you ever again”

you couldn’t stop the little whine from escaping your throat as you listened to the wise words of your boyfriend. “m’sorry p-papi i didn’t knowwww” connie quickly shushed you, leaving light kisses on your wet cheeks as he pushed you back down towards the bed. he laid both of his hands flat on your back before pushing your arch so deep you almost screamed.

“you too nice mami i been tellin you this, but it’s coo tho. papi gon make sure you understand by the end of the night.”

baseball player!connie who spent an entire night fucking his lesson into your poor little pussy, making sure his sweet girlfriend didn’t fall victim to the bad, clout chasing, drama filled people you’d encounter everyday at college.