vi may have given up on love for herself, but that doesn't mean she can't help out her sweet, lonely roommate, right? how could that possibly go wrong?
content: roommate!vi x reader. blind date. tequila shots. no pronouns for reader. wc: 1.422
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it was decided. vi was never, ever going on another date.
it didn't matter how pretty, or charming, or funny the girl seemed. after the disaster that was tonight, she was sticking to what she already knew — soul crushing loneliness.
she closed her front door with considerably more force than required, and then let herself sag into it. from the couch behind her, her roommate sighed.
"that bad?" you asked.
"worse," she replied.
she peeled herself off the door and skulked into the bathroom. you followed, clearly concerned by the display.
"what happened?" you asked.
she groaned. "don't wanna talk about it." she let the sink run cold, poked at the stream cautiously before she bent over and splashed the cold water on her face. instead of snapping her out of her self-pity, it only cast the night into starker relief. she let herself slump down further, forearms resting on the cool countertop. her eyes slid shut.
it had been going well, too. until the ex showed up.
two hands cautiously laid themselves over her shoulder blades. "are you okay?"
she sighed. this was quite the production she was putting on. she straightened herself up and shot you a grin in the mirror's reflection. "course i am."
your lips were pressed together into a pout. "you're obviously not."
"i'm fine, really."
you hummed in disagreement, and hooked your chin over her shoulder, hands running up and down her biceps. it was perhaps overly familiar, given what had happened the week before, but vi wasn't going to complain.
"you can talk to me, you know. we're friends," you said.
you had made that explicitly clear after the two of you had tumbled into bed together. friends. not that vi minded, of course. friends suited her fine. just fine. “she and her ex got back together. during our date.”
you winced. “that’s pretty bad.”
vi pulled away to face you. “thanks.”
“sorry! it’s totally normal and happens all the time,” you corrected, fighting a grin (and losing.) you let out a thoughtful hum, eyes suddenly distant. “getting back together on valentine’s day is kind of romantic.”
indignation rose up inside her. “who’s side are you on?”
you took her hands in yours, squeezing. “yours, always. fuck her, i hope she dies.”
vi choked on a laugh, and your smile bloomed in response. almost two years living together, and still you managed to surprise her every once in a while.
“also, it’s not valentine’s day yet," she added.
you rolled your eyes. “three days out, it basically is. that’s the version of the story i would tell.” you tapped your chin in mock-thought. “maybe i should get back together with my ex, too.”
something inside vi clenched. “still no luck?”
wrong question. you wilt before her. “it’s literally been over a year since my last date.”
that was hard for vi to believe. she knew you had no reason to lie, but she couldn’t understand how you couldn’t find someone who wanted to date you.
she should have just stayed out of it all together. but instead she said, “maybe i could help you out.”
“vi, we talked about—”
“not me, relax. i have a friend, she’s in town tomorrow night. i could… i could set you up.”
she didn’t know why she said it. it was none of her business. but you had looked so sad, and you had been so lonely lately (why else would you sleep with her?) and she wanted to fix it. and this was the only way to fix it, right?
you hesitated a moment, and she thought for a second you were going to say no. her whole body almost sagged with relief she didn’t quite understand.
but you said yes.
vi woke up the next morning pissed. she had no idea why, but she knew it would be a bad day.
there was no traffic on the way to work. her parking spot at the gym was free. all her clients showed up – and on time, even. but she couldn't bite down the irritation threatening to boil over at any moment. when one of her clients checked his phone between sets she almost bit his head off. each session lasted a lifetime, but before she knew it, the day was done and it was time to go home.
maybe she didn't have to go home right away. she could grab dinner first. maybe eat it at the restaurant. get a drink after. maybe jayce wanted to go out?
but that was crazy. she was trying to save money, there was no reason to hit the town on a thursday night. she should just go home.
your name flashed on her phone screen as she pulled back into her spot in front of your building. she let it ring a few times, putting the car in park as she considered not picking up. she shook away the thought. of course she should answer, she was about to see you anyway.
you sounded nervous. "hey, are you going to be home soon?"
vi shut the car door with a bit too much force. "i'm walking up now, why?"
you paused a moment. "oh, um." another pause. "I just wanted your thoughts on my outfit." the end of the sentence ticked up, like you were asking a question.
"my thoughts?"
you let out a breathy laugh. "yeah, i mean. she's your friend, i figured you'd know what she likes."
for some reason, the thought of you getting all dressed up for someone left a sour taste in her mouth. "okay, yeah, let me get inside first."
vi waited a breath too long before putting her key in the lock, and another moment before turning. you were standing there, center of the living room, eyes locked on her the second she opened the door.
"vi!" you lit up. vi reminded herself it was just because you wanted help getting ready for your date. you took her by the hand and dragged her, not quite kicking and screaming, to your bedroom.
she was reminded, just for a second, of that night she swore to forget. of the image of you giggling, halfway into a bottle of sangria, and pulling her onto your mattress. 'i want to show you something', you had said.
"what do you think?"
vi blinked. "huh?"
"of the options." you gestured at the clothing laid out on your sheets.
she took them in, not really registering what she was seeing. "they all seem fine."
"seriously?" that clearly wasn't the answer you had wanted.
she shrugged. "what you’re wearing now looks fine, too."
you balled up the scarf in your hand and threw it on the bed. "vi, this was your idea."
she managed to stop herself from rolling her eyes, just barely. "so?"
"so, can you help me out a little?"
"i don't get it, you get dressed every day without my help, why's today different?"
you sighed. "forget it, it's fine."
she hesitated.
"can you get out, so i can get changed?" you gestured for the door.
you were a little drunk.
you and vi’s friend had gone out for drinks. maybe you had been nervous, and maybe you had been mad, and maybe you’d had bit too much – because before you knew it, your date was packing you in a uber with a look of pity stamped on her face.
you managed to garble some words together. “i’m sorry, i’m not usually like this.”
she shook her head, absolving you of the judgement you so clearly deserved. “it’s okay, really. just get home safe.”
the last tequila shot hit three quarters of the drive back.
you stumbled into your apartment. strong, familiar hands guided you to your room, to your bed. the lights turned out, and someone whispered good night.
you squinted to make out who it was. it was vi’s friend, slinking out of your room. when did she get here? you had really ruined tonight.
“i’m sorry,” you whispered.
she froze, and turned to face you, silhouetted. seriously, what was she doing here? had vi invited her? "me too." she answered. her voice sounded different, though. still familiar. "i should have just helped you out."
you weren't sure what she meant by that, she had been so well-behaved all night. you mumbled out a few more apologies. but apologies weren’t enough. she deserved an explanation.
you swallowed, hard. “it’s just, i’m in love with vi, so. this won’t work out.”
“-How could I’ve known? I mean, just look at her! She's the most wondrous thing…!” H.R.'s eartips burn hot at the confession.
“And because she's whatever you've dreamt of, you do… you.” Cisco tries rubbing his headache away.
“I thought she never wanted… me. That she likes me as a friend.” H.R. looks like he needs to bite into a coffee cup. “She's my best friend, Francisco… What do I do?”
a/n: this was supposed to be a full sluttynetwork collab, but life got in the way lmao- anyway for @sluttyminghao my beloved happy valentine's day!! (with five minutes to spare lol)
Summary: minghao made a pact with some of the other members to tell his crush how he feels about them on valentine's day... but he isn't sure if you feel the same way
Warnings: swearing, smut (18+) additional warnings under the cut
Minghao wiped his hands on his jeans, trying to wick away the sweat gathered on his palms. It was a nervous habit of his, but it didn’t help much. His hands were always clammy. Thinking about what he was about to do only exacerbated the issue.
“What are you doing out here?” a familiar voice called to him. It was Joshua, walking up towards him from the driveway.
“Waiting for the rest of you,” Minghao answered.
It wasn’t a lie, he was waiting for his friends. He had to make sure they were actually going to show up. He wasn’t about to be the only one embarrassing himself while the rest of them bailed.
“I think they’re a few minutes behind me,” Joshua explained. “But come on, let’s go inside. We can get a head start.”
“You’re not nervous?”
Joshua appeared entirely calm, cool, and collected as usual. Minghao thought the circumstances would’ve warranted him breaking a sweat at the very least, considering the circumstances, but he looked completely unfazed.
“Oh, dude, I’m shitting my pants,” Joshua assured him. “I just want to get it over with. And I also don’t want her seeing me standing out here on the front porch like a loser by myself.”
Fuck. Minghao hadn’t even considered the fact that people could see through the fucking windows. He’d been standing outside for at least fifteen minutes, trying to hype himself up. He hoped you hadn’t seen him waiting around, or worse, rehearsing what he was going to say to you.
“I’m sure no one saw you, though,” Joshua added suddenly. “You probably looked totally natural out here.”
“Thanks.”
“Let’s go, lover boy. You look like you could use some liquid courage.”
Minghao followed Joshua to the front door and waited behind him as he knocked. He wasn’t one for house parties, but he also wasn’t one for public humiliation, yet here he was.
Someone he didn’t recognize answered the door, but they didn’t bother to acknowledge him as Joshua clapped them on the back like he’d known the guy his entire life. Joshua continued to talk to the stranger and motioned for Minghao to follow him inside.
As soon as he crossed the threshold he felt as though the temperature had risen at least twenty degrees. It would have been a welcome change from the chill outside, if the air wasn’t sticky with perspiration and body heat. The place was packed from wall to wall, sweaty people pressed up against each other as they moved to the beat of the music. It was so loud that Minghao could barely hear himself think. He could feel the bass pumping through the floor like a steady heartbeat, an antithesis to his own anxious one.
“Want something to drink?” Joshua yelled above the noise. The person who had let them in had disappeared into the crowd, leaving Joshua and Minghao alone.
“I don’t know if I should,” he yelled back. “I don’t want to get drunk and then say something stupid when I talk to her!”
“You’re gonna say something stupid anyway! Might as well be confident about it.”
Minghao rolled his eyes, but agreed and trailed behind Joshua as he looked for the kitchen. It wasn’t hard to find, all he had to do was follow the trail of empty plastic cups littered among the hallway and there it was. The kitchen was a little less busy, surprisingly. Only a few people lingered around the island, either chatting idly or mixing drinks for themselves.
Joshua grabbed a cup for himself and pointed Minghao towards an open cooler on the ground. It was filled with ice and an assortment of beers. Sometimes it annoyed Minghao how well Shua knew him, but he grabbed one anyway and popped the cap of the glass bottle off on the edge of the counter.
“There you guys are!” Chan exclaimed suddenly as he rounded the corner into the kitchen. He was dressed for the occasion, wearing a pale pink sweater and white pants. His dark hair was offset with a dangly red heart earring in one of his ears. “I’ve been looking all over for you.”
“What do you mean you’ve been looking all over for us? You were late,” Minghao points out.
“Yeah, I only got here a few minutes after you and I’ve been texting you trying to find you!”
Minghao felt his back pocket for his phone and pulled it out to see a bunch of messages and two missed calls from Chan.
“Oh, my bad.”
“I saw y/n dancing by herself so I figured you weren’t here yet, but then I heard from Kevin that he already let you in!”
Kevin. That was who had answered the door earlier. But Minghao totally glossed over that detail as soon as he heard Chan say your name. So you were here. Minghao had been holding out hope that you had maybe decided not to come. Not because he didn’t want to see you, but because that way he wouldn’t have to confess his feelings to you.
That was the whole reason he was at the Singles Valentine’s Party in the first place. A handful of his friends had all made a pact together to tell their crushes they liked them at the party. They knew they’d never do it on their own which is why they decided to do it together.
It had been Jeonghan’s idea. He was tired of watching his friends pine over girls from afar, tired of listening to them ramble about how they’d never be able to pull them, tired of the longing glances and puppy-dog eyes. He was tired of all of it. And he genuinely wanted his friends to be happy. They were handsome enough guys, he didn’t see why they thought they didn’t have a chance with the women they were crushing on. Which is why Jeonghan gathered them all in the living room one day after practice and proposed they all tell the girls how they feel. He said Valentine’s day would be perfect. Not because it was the most romantic or anything— it was more of a commercial holiday than anything, but because it would even the playing field. He knew all the guys’ crushes would be at the single’s party, and he figured they stood less of a chance of being rejected on a holiday. It would kill... several birds with one stone and if everything went according to plan, Jeonghan’s problem would be solved. His friends would be happy, and he’d be happy.
“Y/n’s here?” Minghao asked abruptly, forgetting all about the rest of the conversation.
Chan rolled his eyes. “She’s in the lounge.”
Joshua smirked, nudging Minghao’s shoulder with his elbow. “Show time.”
“You’re enjoying this way too much,” Minghao muttered under his breath.
“C’mon, I never get to see you this nervous. Let me have a little fun.”
“Whatever.”
“Are you just going to stand around, or are you going to talk to her?” Chan asked pointedly. Minghao gave him a look. “I’m just saying, the clock is ticking.”
“You’re also standing around,” Minghao pointed out.
“She’s not here yet. Y/n is. What’s your excuse?”
“Fine,” Minghao grumbled and chugged the rest of his beer. He grabbed another from the cooler, popped the cap on the counter again, and walked out of the kitchen with his friends shouting after him.
“Go get ‘em, tiger!”
Minghao flipped them off as he disappeared into the hallway. Immediately, he regretted not asking Chan where the lounge was. But he didn’t want to turn back now and have to explain himself— give Joshua another chance to clown him and all that. He would just have to find it himself. The house was only so big, he’d stumble across it eventually.
The first two rooms he tried were an office and a bathroom, both of which were full of people. From what he could tell, the individuals in the bathroom were taking turns with a joint and the people in the office were either asleep on the floor or dead. He didn’t stick around to find out.
Finally, after another few minutes of aimless wandering, Minghao came across what seemed to be the lounge. Long leather sofas took up the majority of the space and the walls were lined with big glass aquariums that were full of different species of tropical fish. Not for the first time Minghao found himself wondering just who the fuck lived here?
Television screens illuminated the otherwise dark room as drunk party goers challenged each other to Mario Kart or Just Dance.
Minghao caught you out of the corner of his eye, sitting on one of the couches talking to Wonwoo. He would have missed you had it not been for the bright colors of the screen reflecting off your face every other second.
He swallowed nervously, and wiped his free hand on his jeans again. It was now or never.
He approached you cautiously, like he was afraid he might scare you away if he made any sudden movements. Wonwoo was the first to notice him, and waved enthusiastically, drawing your attention to him as well.
“Hey, I was wondering when you’d show up,” Wonwoo said, yelling over the noise. “Thought you might have gotten cold feet.”
“Cold feet for what?” you asked, looking like you felt somewhat out of the loop.
Minghao’s eyes grew wide as he looked between you and Wonwoo, unsure of what to say. He wanted to glare at Wonwoo, who knew about the pact- all of the members did- but he couldn’t because you were sitting right there.
“You’ll find out later, probably,” Wonwoo supplied.
You just shrugged and took another sip of your drink, apparently satisfied with that answer.
“I’m going to find Mingyu,” Wonwoo announced, putting his hand on your shoulder familiarly. “He promised to play Flip Cup with me.”
It was a simple action, but it annoyed Minghao to watch. He clenched his jaw and continued to nurse his beer as you and his older member exchanged niceties. Wonwoo patted Minghao on the back as he got up to trade spots with him, and gave him a thumbs-up as he disappeared down the hallway. Not subtle at all.
“I didn’t think I’d be seeing you tonight,” you confessed, scooting over on the couch to make room for Minghao.
“What, why?”
“I dunno.” You shrugged. “Just doesn’t seem like your scene.”
“It’s not,” he agreed.
“Then why are you wasting your Valentine’s Day here?”
“I wouldn’t say I’m wasting it,” Minghao reasoned. “I’m talking to you, aren’t I?”
You grinned. “Smooth.”
He shrugged. “I can be when I want to be.”
“Like when you’re dancing?”
Minghao felt his cheeks get warm at your comment, and hoped they weren’t turning red. “I guess you could say that.”
“Come on, don’t be so humble about it. I’ve seen you on stage. You’re incredible,” you insisted, putting your hand on his knee for emphasis.
Minghao looked down at your hand on his leg and stiffened nervously. He could feel the warmth of your palm through his pants. If he didn’t know better he’d think he was being burned from how intense the feeling was. It was just the effect you had on him, though. One look in his direction would have Minghao’s stomach in knots. He always got like this around you, and it was fucking embarrassing.
Every time he tried to talk to you it was like he’d forget the entirety of the English language. Even practicing what to say didn’t help, he’d just stumble over his words as soon as he looked you in the eyes. It was hard enough to focus when you were just standing next to him, and if you were touching him? He was a lost cause.
Like right now, Minghao was using all of his energy not to get hard, all from a simple touch of your hand. It was pathetic, he was pathetic, but he couldn’t help it. He tried thinking of a response to your compliment, but his mind was blank.
He didn’t even know why you liked talking to him, seeing as he was always making a fool of himself around you. And if you knew that he raced home to jerk off after almost every interaction he had with you, he’s positive you would never speak to him again.
When Minghao looked back up, he realized you were staring at him with an expectant expression on your face. You must have asked him a question while he was distracted, and now he looked like an idiot because he’d completely missed it.
“Sorry, what?”
Your eyes sparkled as you smiled at him. “I asked you to take me to the dance floor.”
“To do what?” he said stupidly.
You just shook your head and laughed, grabbing his hand. “Come on.”
Minghao let you lead him back through the house into the living room, where all the furniture had been pushed to the walls to make space for a makeshift dance floor. It was still as crowded as it had been when Minghao had first arrived with Joshua.
Before he could say anything you were pulling him along through the mass of sweaty bodies to the middle of the crowd and putting his hands on your waist, wrapping your own arms around his neck.
The song that was playing wasn’t very suitable for slow dancing, but Minghao swayed to the rhythm anyway, letting the music do the talking for him. He swallowed his nerves and steadied his hands on your body. It was now, or never. He was much more confident like this, in his element. He took you by the hand and spun you away from him, twirling you back as soon as your arm was fully extended.
Your back was pressed against his chest now, and he let his hands slide from your hips down to your thighs. You pushed your ass into him and bent forward slightly, teasing. He took the bait, grinding his hips into yours. When you looked back at him you saw a completely different person than the one you’d dragged to dance with you.
His eyes were dark, a cocky smirk playing at his lips as he gazed down at you. The tip of his tongue was sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he concentrated on moving both of you to the beat. You suddenly found yourself wondering what it would feel like on your naked body, but before you let yourself fantasize any further, the song was changing and Minghao was turning you back around.
Instead of simply placing his hands on your waist where they had been before, he wrapped his arms around it so that your bodies were flush against each other. He didn’t say anything at first, taking his time admiring the dainty pink earrings dangling from your ears and then the tarnished gold locket adorning your neck.
“You are pretty smooth,” you whispered.
He met your eyes and cracked a smile. “Like I said.”
You were so close to him that he could feel your gentle breaths on his face. He zeroed in on your lips, slightly parted and stained with whatever lipgloss you had put on earlier. He wanted to kiss you. He wanted to wind his hand through your hair and feel your tongue in his mouth. He wanted to drag you to the nearest bathroom and kneel between your legs as he gives you indescribable feelings of pleasure... but he was getting ahead of himself. He needed to tell you first.
“I, uh, I made a promise that I would tell you tonight,” he said shakily, giving no context whatsoever.
“Tell me what?” you asked, blinking up at him.
Just do it, pussy.
“That I like you.” He was trying to sound sure of himself, ride the wave of confidence that had brought him this close to you in the first place. He scanned your face for a reaction, but you gave none so he continued. “I know it’s kind of cheesy to confess my feelings on Valentine’s Day, but I’ve had a crush on you for so long that Jeonghan finally talked me into it. Don’t worry if you don’t feel the same way or anything, I don’t mean to put you on the spot. I just thought you deserved to know.”
Even with it off of his chest, Minghao was still panicking because you hadn’t said anything in response yet. He didn’t know if you needed time to process or were trying to figure out the nicest way to let him down easy, but-
But then you were kissing him. You’d taken him by the collar and stood up on your tiptoes to press your lips to his, anchoring yourself against his chest. It was so short that he couldn’t be sure that he hadn’t imagined it, but when you broke away he could still taste your chapstick on his lips.
“I was wondering how long it would take you,” you sighed breathlessly.
“Wha-what do you mean?”
“I like you too, idiot. I was wondering when you’d finally notice.”
“You do?”
“I’ve been dropping hints for what feels like forever! I like you so much- I was like half a second away from asking you if you wanted to get out of here.”
“Get out of here?” Apparently Minghao was only capable of asking questions at this point in time.
Suddenly you looked nervous, shy even. Like you weren’t sure if you’d gone too far too soon. “Like, go back to my place... if you wanted.”
There was that dark look in his eyes again. “I don’t think I can wait that long,” he admitted.
You smirked. “Well, what can we do about that?”
“Follow me.”
Minghao took the lead this time, retracing his steps back to the bathroom that he had accidentally come across earlier when he had been looking for you. By some miracle it was empty now, and Minghao pulled you inside.
He pushed you up against the door and locked it as he kissed you. He wanted to show you just how much he wanted you, wanted to show what he was thinking about when you’d kissed him a few moments earlier and he was frozen in shock. He pushed his tongue into your mouth and groaned when he felt you moan into his mouth.
You grasped at his clothes desperately, whining as he kissed down your neck, only stopping when he reached the collar of your blouse. You thought he would take it off, but instead he traveled lower, lower, lower until he was on his knees on the tile floor in front of you. You understood what he was asking for from the earnest look in his eyes as he ran his hands along the backs of your thighs.
“I think my legs will give out if I’m standing,” you said sheepishly, biting your bottom lip.
“That’s okay,” Minghao replied and stood up.
You were hoping you hadn’t disappointed him, but then he was lifting you up and setting you down on the counter. He was surprisingly strong. He didn’t even look winded as he knelt down again.
“We have options.”
The countertop was cold under your bare thighs, but you barely registered it as Minghao parted your legs and pushed your skirt up. You were thankful you’d decided to wear something lacy for the occasion, not that you had been expecting this to happen.
“Can I?” he asked, running a thumb underneath the waistband of your panties.
You nodded, and it was all he needed to pull them off of you. You didn’t miss how he slipped the thong in his pocket before burying his face in your cunt, but decided not to say anything about it.
Minghao’s tongue found your clit instantly. He circled it languidly, groaning. You whined and tangled a hand in his long hair.
“Fuck, you’re good at this,” you gasped.
He chuckled and you cursed as the vibrations traveled up your spine.
Minghao felt like he had died and gone to heaven. At the very least he’d been given a gift by the gods. Never in a million years did he think he’d be lucky enough to touch you, taste you, like he was now. He wasn’t even thinking about fucking you right now, he didn’t want to push his luck, and he was more than pleased to just eat you out. Pride swelled in his chest as your moans got louder and louder, knowing he was the one making you feel good.
He paused momentarily to wet two of his fingers on his tongue and slip them into your pussy, reveling in the strangled moan of his name that came as a result. Turns out, he didn’t even need the extra lubrication because you were already soaking for him. He told you as much.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he mumbled in awe.
“All for you,” you cried. “I’ve been wet all night for you, you have no idea.”
Minghao was already so hard- and your filthy mouth was doing nothing to keep him from cumming right then and there. He distracted himself by attaching his mouth to your clit again, still pumping his fingers in and out of you.
Tears pricked the corners of your eyes and you leaned back to rest your head against the mirror. It was only two fingers, and yet you felt so full. You weren’t sure how you were going to take his cock if it was as big as you suspected it was.
Having Minghao, the boy you were not-so-secretly in love with, in such an intimate way was overwhelming, in all senses of the word. You didn’t know what to make of it. It was simultaneously a relief and a struggle. You had been aching for him for what felt like hours, and now that you finally had him you were fighting that familiar feeling in your stomach that threatened to overtake you.
He was making you feel so good, but you were nervous. What if he didn’t like the way you came? What if it was too wet, too noisy? It sounded ridiculous, seeing as you’d already made it this far, but as hard as you tried you couldn’t push the anxiety down.
As if he could tell you were holding back, Minghao lifted his head and kissed the inside of your thigh.
“Go ahead, baby. Let go.”
His assurance helped you relax a little and he offered you his free hand to hold as he went back to sucking on your clit. You took it gratefully and squeezed hard. He had you on the edge again in no time and this time you held his head in place with your other hand, rutting against his mouth as you came on his tongue and fingers.
Both you and Minghao were breathing hard once you came down from your high. He got to his feet and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning like he had just won the fucking lottery.
“What?” you asked shyly.
“You’re so fucking pretty when you cum,” he said, shaking his head. “I mean, you’re so fucking pretty all the time, but god damn.” You rolled your eyes. “I’m serious! I almost ruined my pants watching you.”
“Well in that case,” you began, smiling like you knew something he didn’t. “Wanna see it again?”
Sex was a lot like dancing, Minghao thought as he thrust into you. There was rhythm, technique, and he was good at both. He prided himself on knowing how to make his partners feel good. Much like when he was on the dancefloor, Minghao was insanely confident in bed.
Your legs were wrapped around his waist, hands clutching his biceps, whimpering his name in his ear. His voice was low and raspy and he sounded just as gone as you felt. Just imagining him giving you orders with it was making you clench around him.
His cock was even bigger than you had imagined and you felt like it was splitting you in half as he snapped his hips into yours. The stretch had been fucking euphoric when he first pushed it inside of you, and now you were embarrassingly cockdrunk- slurring your words and barely able to keep your eyes open. You were holding onto your last shred of self control with everything you had, trying not to cum without him. It was Valentine’s Day after all, you wanted to be a little romantic.
Little did you know, Minghao was in a similar predicament. He didn’t want to cum too soon and humiliate himself, but you were making it so hard to hold back. It was like your cunt was made for him. He fit so snugly within your walls. He could reach your g-spot effortlessly.
“Hao,” you whined.
“Are you close?” he panted.
“Yes, yes I’m so close please don’t stop. Please make me cum, Hao! P-Please let me cum...”
You were so polite, asking for his permission to orgasm. Minghao liked it more than he preferred to let on.
“Cum for me, angel. Let go.”
As soon as he felt your walls fluttering around his cock he knew he was mere seconds away from following suit.
“Fuck! Can I cum inside of you?” He was practically begging. He knew he sounded pathetic, but he didn’t care.
And he was wearing a condom, but he still wanted to be considerate- especially since this was your first time having sex together. As much as Minghao wanted to cum inside of you, as much as he wanted to use your pussy to ride out his high, he needed to know that you wanted it too.
“Yes,” you sobbed. “Please cum inside me, give me all of it.”
Minghao came with a grunt of your name, burying his head in your shoulder. You moved your hips weakly to help prolong his orgasm, smiling tiredly as his moans of pleasure turned into whines of overstimulation.
As spent as you were, hearing them did something to you. Another time.
Hao helped you clean up and fix your skirt, brushing his fingers through your hair to try and make it presentable again. It was a lost cause, messy from being pushed up against the mirror and tugged on repeatedly, but you appreciated the effort. He gave you back your underwear, explaining that he’d only put them in his pocket so they wouldn’t be misplaced.
“Wanna get out of here now? You could stay over at my place tonight,” he suggested.
“Should we say goodbye to everyone first?” you asked.
Minghao thought about the shiteating grin Joshua would give him as soon as he was in his line of sight with you on his arm and decided he didn’t want to deal with that tonight.
“Nah, they’ll figure it out. Let’s just go, I bet you’re tired.”
“Uh huh, ‘tired’.” You winked.
He scoffed in disbelief and shook his head. “You’re insatiable, aren’t you?”
“You have no idea.”
That settled it. Minghao needed to get you home now. He’d have to thank Jeonghan in the morning.
Minlout Headcanon #13: Minden's baby Razorwhip (lets call him "Whiplout") enjoys grabbing Snotlout's helmet so that he chases him to where Minden's at. Guess he enjoys playing cupid or something. Hehe. 😉
I am now ready to put a tag list together for this story. This is my next project!
After that, the prequel to HITC.
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You and Bradley are getting married! Which means you want all your dear ones to be there. For Bradley, that's Maverick. For you, that's Ice.
The only issue is, they haven't seen each other in years, and won't know the other is coming. They should be worried about what you and Bradley have up your sleeves. There is more than just a wedding on both your minds.
Summary: tom made a pact with some of his friends to tell his crush how he feels about them at a valentine’s day party… but he isn’t sure if you feel the same way
Warnings: swearing, smut (18+) additional warnings under the cut
Tom wiped his hands on his jeans, trying to wick away the sweat gathered on his palms. It was a nervous habit of his, but it didn’t help much. His hands were always clammy. Thinking about what he was about to do only exacerbated the issue.
“What are you doing out here?” a familiar voice called to him. It was Harrison, walking up towards him from the driveway.
“Waiting for the rest of you,” Tom answered.
It wasn’t a lie, he was waiting for his friends. He had to make sure they were actually going to show up. He wasn’t about to be the only one embarrassing himself while the rest of them bailed.
“I think they’re a few minutes behind me,” Harrison explained. “But come on, let’s go inside. We can get a head start.”
“You’re not nervous?”
Harrison appeared entirely calm, cool, and collected as usual. Tom thought the circumstances would’ve broken a sweat at the very least, considering what they were about to do, but he looked completely unphased.
“Oh, dude, I’m shitting my pants,” Harrison assured him. “I just want to get it over with. And I also don’t want her seeing me standing out here on the front porch like a loser by myself.”
Fuck. Tom hadn’t even considered the fact that people could see through the fucking windows. He’d been standing outside for at least fifteen minutes, trying to hype himself up. He hoped you hadn’t seen him waiting around, or worse, rehearsing what he was going to say to you.
“I’m sure no one saw you, though,” Harrison added suddenly. “You probably looked totally natural out here.”
“Thanks.”
“Let’s go, lover boy. You look like you could use some liquid courage.”
Tom followed Harrison to the front door and waited behind as he knocked. He wasn’t one for house parties, but he also wasn’t one for public humiliation, but here he was.
Someone he didn’t recognize answered the door, but they didn’t bother to acknowledge him as Harrison clapped them on the back like he’d known the guy his entire life. Harrison continued to talk to the stranger and motioned for Tom to follow him inside.
As soon as he crossed the threshold he felt as though the temperature had risen at least twenty degrees. It would have been a welcome change from the chill outside, if the air wasn’t sticky with sweat and body heat. The place was packed from wall to wall, sweaty people pressed up against each other as they moved to the beat of the music. It was so loud that Tom could barely hear himself think. He could feel the bass pumping through the floor like a steady heartbeat, an antithesis to his own anxious one.
“Want something to drink?” Harrison yelled above the noise. The person who had let them in had disappeared into the crowd, leaving Harrison and Tom alone.
“I don’t know if I should,” he yelled back. “I don’t want to get drunk and then say something stupid when I talk to her!”
“You’re gonna say something stupid anyway! Might as well be confident about it.”
Tom rolled his eyes, but agreed and trailed behind Harrison as he looked for the kitchen. It wasn’t hard to find, all he had to do was follow the trail of empty plastic cups littered among the hallway and there it was. The kitchen was a little less busy, surprisingly. Only a few people lingered around the island, either chatting idly or mixing drinks for themselves.
Harrison grabbed a cup for himself and pointed Tom towards an open cooler on the ground. It was filled with ice and an assortment of beers. Sometimes it annoyed Tom how well Shua knew him, but he grabbed a bottle of Dos Equis anyway and popped the cap on the edge of the counter.
“There you guys are!” Tuwaine exclaimed suddenly as he rounded the corner into the kitchen. He was dressed for the occasion, wearing a pale pink sweater and white pants. “I’ve been looking all over for you.”
“What do you mean you’ve been looking all over for us? You were late,” Tom points out.
“Yeah, I only got here a few minutes after you and I’ve been texting you trying to find you!”
Tom felt his back pocket for his phone and pulled it out to see a bunch of messages and two missed calls from Tuwaine.
“Oh, my bad.”
“I saw y/n dancing by herself so I figured you weren’t here yet, but then I heard from Jojo that he already let you in!”
Jojo. That was who had answered the door earlier. But Tom totally glossed over that detail as soon as he heard Tuwaine say your name. So you were here. Tom had been holding out hope that you had maybe decided not to come. Not because he didn’t want to see you, but because that way he wouldn’t have to confess his feelings to you.
That was the whole reason he was at the Singles Valentine’s Party in the first place. A handful of his friends had all made a pact together to tell their crushes they liked them at the party. They knew they’d never do it on their own which is why they decided to do it together. It had been Harry’s idea. He was tired of watching his friends and brother pine over girls from afar, tired of listening to them ramble about how they’d never be able to pull them, tired of the longing glances and puppy-dog eyes. He was tired of all of it. And he genuinely wanted his friends to be happy. They were handsome enough guys, he didn’t see why they thought they didn’t have a chance with the women they were crushing on. Which is why Harry gathered them all in the living room one day after everyone was home from work and proposed they all tell the girls how they feel. He said the party would be perfect. Not because it was the most romantic or anything, the party wasn’t even on Valentine’s Day. It was on the Friday after. But it would even the playing field. He knew all the guys’ crushes would be at the single’s party, and he figured they stood less of a chance of being rejected on a holiday. It would kill... several birds with one stone and if everything went according to plan, Harry’s problem would be solved. His friends would be happy, and he’d be happy.
“Y/n’s here?” Tom asked abruptly, forgetting all about the rest of the conversation.
Tuwaine rolled his eyes. “She’s in the lounge.”
Harrison smirked, nudging Tom’s shoulder with his elbow. “Show time.”
“You’re enjoying this way too much,” Tom muttered under his breath.
“C’mon, I never get to see you this nervous. Let me have a little fun.”
“Whatever.”
“Are you just going to stand around, or are you going to talk to her?” Tuwaine asked pointedly. Tom gave him a look. “I’m just saying, the clock is ticking.”
“You’re also standing around,” Tom pointed out.
“She’s not here yet. Y/n is. What’s your excuse?”
“Fine,” Tom grumbled and chugged the rest of his beer. He grabbed another from the cooler, popped the bottle cap on the counter again, and walked out of the kitchen with his friends shouting after him.
“Go get ‘em, tiger!”
Tom flipped them off as he disappeared into the hallway. Immediately, he regretted not asking Tuwaine where the lounge was. But he didn’t want to turn back now and have to explain himself. He was already turned around, but he didn’t want to give Harrison another opportunity to clown him so he decided he’d just find it himself. The house was only so big, he’d stumble across it eventually.
The first two rooms he tried were an office and a bathroom, both of which were full of people. From what he could tell, the individuals in the bathroom were taking turns with a joint and the people in the office were either asleep on the floor or dead. He didn’t stick around to find out.
Finally, after another few minutes of aimless wandering, Tom came across what seemed to be the lounge. Long leather sofas took up the majority of the space and the walls were lined with big glass aquariums that were full of different species of tropical fish. Not for the first time Tom found himself wondering just who the fuck lived here?
Television screens illuminated the otherwise dark room as drunk party goers challenged each other to Mario Kart or Just Dance.
Tom caught you out of the corner of his eye, sitting on one of the couches talking to Jacob. He would have missed you had it not been for the bright colors of the screen reflecting off your face every other second.
He swallowed nervously, and wiped his free hand on his jeans again. It was now or never.
He approached you cautiously, like he was afraid he might scare you away if he made any sudden movements. Jacob was the first to notice him, and waved enthusiastically, drawing your attention to him as well.
“Hey, I was wondering when you’d show up,” Jacob said, yelling over the noise. “Thought you might have gotten cold feet.”
“Cold feet for what?” you asked, feeling somewhat out of the loop.
Tom’s eyes grew wide as he looked between you and Jacob, unsure of what to say. He wanted to glare at Jacob, who knew about the pact- all of his friends did- but he couldn’t because you were sitting right there.
“You’ll find out later, probably,” Jacob supplied.
You just shrugged and took another sip of your drink, apparently satisfied with that answer.
“I’m going to find Sam,” Jacob announced, putting his hand on your shoulder familiarly. “He promised to play Flip Cup with me.”
It was a simple action, but it annoyed Tom to watch. He clenched his jaw and continued to nurse his beer as you and his friend exchanged niceties. Jacob patted Tom on the back as he got up to trade spots with him, and gave him a thumbs-up as he disappeared down the hallway. Not subtle at all.
“I didn’t think I’d be seeing you tonight,” you confessed, scooting over on the couch to make room for Tom.
“What, why?”
“I dunno.” You shrugged. “Just doesn’t seem like your scene.”
“It’s not,” he agreed.
“Then why are you wasting your Valentine’s Day here?”
“I wouldn’t say I’m wasting it,” Tom reasoned. “I’m talking to you, aren’t I?”
You grinned. “Smooth.”
He shrugged. “I can be when I want to be.”
“Like when you’re dancing?”
Tom felt his cheeks get warm at your comment, and hoped they weren’t turning red. “I guess you could say that.”
“Come on, don’t be so humble about it. I’ve seen those videos. You’re incredible,” you insisted, putting your hand on his knee for emphasis.
Tom looked down at your hand on his leg and stiffened nervously. He could feel the warmth of your palm through his pants. If he didn’t know better he’d think he was being burned from how intense the feeling was. It was just the effect you had on him, though. One look in his direction would have Tom’s stomach in knots. He always got like this around you, and it was fucking embarrassing.
Every time he tried to talk to you it was like he’d forget the entirety of the English language. Even practicing what to say didn’t help, he’d just stumble over his words as soon as he looked you in the eyes. It was hard enough to focus when you were just standing next to him, and if you were touching him? He was a lost cause.
Like right now, Tom was using all of his energy not to get hard, all from a simple touch of your hand. It was pathetic, he was pathetic, but he couldn’t help it. He tried thinking of a response to your compliment, but his mind was blank.
He didn’t even know why you liked talking to him, seeing as he was always making a fool of himself around you. And if you knew that he raced home to jerk off after almost every interaction he had with you, he’s positive you would never speak to him again.
When Tom looked back up, he realized you were staring at him with an expectant expression on your face. You must have asked him a question while he was distracted, and now he looked like an idiot because he’d completely missed it.
“Sorry, what?”
Your eyes sparkled as you smiled at him. “I asked you to take me to the dance floor.”
“To do what?” he said stupidly.
You just shook your head and laughed, grabbing his hand. “Come on.”
Tom let you lead him back through the house into the living room, where all the furniture had been pushed to the walls to make space for a makeshift dance floor. It was still as crowded as it had been when Tom had first arrived with Harrison.
Before he could say anything you were pulling him along through the mass of sweaty bodies to the middle of the crowd and putting his hands on your waist, wrapping your own arms around his neck.
The song that was playing wasn’t very suitable for slow dancing, but Tom swayed to the rhythm anyway, letting the music do the talking for him. He swallowed his nerves and steadied his hands on your body. This was his chance. He was much more confident like this, in his element. He took you by the hand and spun you away from him, twirling you back as soon as your arm was fully extended.
Your back was pressed against his chest now, and he let his hands slide from your hips down to your thighs. You pushed your ass into him and bent forward slightly, teasing. He took the bait, grinding his hips into yours. When you looked back at him you saw a completely different person than the one you’d dragged to dance with you.
His eyes were dark, a cocky smirk playing at his lips as he gazed down at you. The tip of his tongue was sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he concentrated on moving both of you to the beat. You suddenly found yourself wondering what it would feel like on your naked body, but before you let yourself fantasize any further, the song was changing and Tom was turning you back around.
Instead of simply placing his hands on your waist where they had been before, he wrapped his arms around it so that your bodies were flush against each other. He didn’t say anything at first, taking his time admiring the dainty pink earrings dangling from your ears and then the tarnished gold locket adorning your neck.
“You are pretty smooth,” you whispered.
He met your eyes and cracked a smile. “Like I said.”
You were so close to him that he could feel your gentle breaths on his face. He zeroed in on your lips, slightly parted and stained with whatever lipgloss you had put on earlier. He wanted to kiss you. He wanted to wind his hand through your hair and feel your tongue in his mouth. He wanted to drag you to the nearest bathroom and kneel between your legs as he gives you indescribable feelings of pleasure... but he was getting ahead of himself. He needed to tell you first.
“I, uh, I made a promise that I would tell you tonight,” he said shakily, giving no context whatsoever.
“Tell me what?” you asked, blinking up at him.
Just do it, pussy.
“That I like you.” He was trying to sound sure of himself, ride the wave of confidence that had brought him this close to you in the first place. He scanned your face for a reaction, but you gave none so he continued. “I know it’s kind of cheesy to confess my feelings on Valentine’s Day, but I’ve had a crush on you for so long that Harry finally talked me into it. Don’t worry if you don’t feel the same way or anything, I don’t mean to put you on the spot. I just thought you deserved to know.”
Even with it off of his chest, Tom was still panicking because you hadn’t said anything in response yet. He didn’t know if you needed time to process or were trying to figure out the nicest way to let him down easy, but-
But then you were kissing him. You’d taken him by the collar and stood up on your tiptoes to press your lips to his, anchoring yourself against his chest. It was so short that he couldn’t be sure that he hadn’t imagined it, but when you broke away he could still taste your chapstick on his lips.
“I was wondering how long it would take you,” you sighed breathlessly.
“Wha-what do you mean?”
“I like you too, idiot. I was wondering when you’d finally notice.”
“You do?”
“I’ve been dropping hints for what feels like forever! I like you so much- I was like half a second away from asking you if you wanted to get out of here.”
“Get out of here?” Apparently Tom was only capable of asking questions at this point in time.
Suddenly you looked nervous, shy even. Like you weren’t sure if you’d gone too far too soon. “Like, go back to my place... if you wanted.”
There was that dark look in his eyes again. “I don’t think I can wait that long,” he admitted.
You smirked. “Well, then what can we do about that?”
“Follow me.”
Tom took the lead this time, retracing his steps back to the bathroom that he had accidentally come across earlier when he had been looking for you. By some miracle it was empty now, and Tom pulled you inside.
He pushed you up against the door and locked it as he kissed you. He wanted to show you just how much he wanted you, wanted to show what he was thinking about when you’d kissed him a few moments earlier and he was frozen in shock. He pushed his tongue into your mouth and groaned when he felt you moan into his mouth.
You grasped at his clothes desperately, whining as he kissed down your neck, only stopping when he reached the collar of your blouse. You thought he would take it off, but instead he traveled lower, lower, lower until he was on his knees on the tile floor in front of you. You understood what he was asking for from the earnest look in his eyes as he ran his hands along the backs of your thighs.
“I think my legs will give out if I’m standing,” you said sheepishly, biting your bottom lip.
“That’s okay,” Tom replied and stood up.
You were hoping you hadn’t disappointed him, but then he was lifting you up and setting you down on the counter. He was surprisingly strong. He didn’t even look winded as he knelt down again.
“We have options.”
The countertop was cold under your bare thighs, but you barely registered it as Tom parted your legs and pushed your skirt up. You were thankful you’d decided to wear something lacy for the occasion, not that you had been expecting this to happen.
“Can I?” he asked, running a thumb underneath the waistband of your panties.
You nodded, and it was all he needed to pull them off of you. You didn’t miss how he slipped the thong in his pocket before burying his face in your cunt, but decided not to say anything about it.
Tom’s tongue found your clit instantly. He circled it languidly, groaning. You whined and tangled a hand in his long hair.
“Fuck, you’re good at this,” you gasped.
He chuckled and you cursed as the vibrations traveled up your spine.
Tom felt like he had died and gone to heaven. At the very least he’d been given a gift by the gods. Never in a million years did he think he’d be lucky enough to touch you, taste you, like he was now. He wasn’t even thinking about fucking you right now, he didn’t want to push his luck, and he was more than pleased to just eat you out. Pride swelled in his chest as your moans got louder and louder, knowing he was the one making you feel good.
He paused momentarily to wet two of his fingers on his tongue and slip them into your pussy, reveling in the strangled moan of his name that came as a result. Turns out, he didn’t even need the extra lubrication because you were already soaking for him. He told you as much.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he mumbled in awe.
“All for you,” you cried. “I’ve been wet all night for you, you have no idea.”
Tom was already so hard- and your filthy mouth was doing nothing to keep him from cumming right then and there. He distracted himself by attaching his mouth to your clit again, still pumping his fingers in and out of you.
Tears pricked the corners of your eyes and you leaned back to rest your head against the mirror. It was only two fingers, and yet you felt so full. You weren’t sure how you were going to take his cock if it was as big as you suspected it was.
Having Tom, the boy you were not-so-secretly in love with, in such an intimate way was overwhelming, in all senses of the word. You didn’t know what to make of it. It was simultaneously a relief and a struggle. You had been aching for him for what felt like hours, and now that you finally had him you were fighting that familiar feeling in your stomach that threatened to overtake you.
He was making you feel so good, but you were nervous. What if he didn’t like the way you came? What if it was too wet, too noisy? It sounded ridiculous, seeing as you’d already made it this far, but as hard as you tried you couldn’t push the anxiety down.
As if he could tell you were holding back, Tom lifted his head and kissed the inside of your thigh.
“Go ahead, baby. Let go.”
His assurance helped you relax a little and he offered you his free hand to hold as he went back to sucking on your clit. You took it gratefully and squeezed hard. He had you on the edge again in no time and this time you held his head in place with your other hand, rutting against his mouth as you came on his tongue and fingers.
Both you and Tom were breathing hard once you came down from your high. He got to his feet and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning like he had just won the fucking lottery.
“What?” you asked shyly.
“You’re so fucking pretty when you cum,” he said, shaking his head. “I mean, you’re so fucking pretty all the time, but god damn.” You rolled your eyes. “I’m serious! I almost ruined my pants watching you.”
“Well in that case,” you began, smiling like you knew something he didn’t. “Wanna see it again?”
Sex was a lot like dancing, Tom thought as he thrust into you. There was rhythm, technique, and he was good at both. He prided himself on knowing how to make his partners feel good. Much like when he was on the dancefloor, Tom was insanely confident in bed.
Your legs were wrapped around his waist, hands clutching his biceps, whimpering his name in his ear. His voice was low and raspy and he sounded just as gone as you felt. Just imagining him giving you orders with it was making you clench around him.
His cock was even bigger than you had imagined and you felt like it was splitting you in half as he snapped his hips into yours. The stretch had been fucking euphoric when he first pushed it inside of you, and now you were embarrassingly cockdrunk- slurring your words and barely able to keep your eyes open. You were holding onto your last shred of self control with everything you had, trying not to cum without him. It was Valentine’s Day after all, you wanted to be a little romantic.
Little did you know, Tom was in a similar predicament. He didn’t want to cum too soon and humiliate himself, but you were making it so hard to hold back. It was like your cunt was made for him. He fit so snugly within your walls. He could reach your g-spot effortlessly.
“Tom,” you whined.
“Are you close?” he panted.
“Yes, yes I’m so close please don’t stop. Please make me cum, Tommy! P-Please let me cum...”
You were so polite, asking for his permission to orgasm. Tom liked it more than he preferred to let on.
“Cum for me, angel. Let go.”
As soon as he felt your walls fluttering around his cock he knew he was mere seconds away from following suit.
“Fuck! Can I cum inside of you?” He was practically begging. He knew he sounded pathetic, but he didn’t care.
And he was wearing a condom, but he still wanted to be considerate- especially since this was your first time having sex together. As much as Tom wanted to cum inside of you, as much as he wanted to use your pussy to ride out his high, he needed to know that you wanted it too.
“Yes,” you sobbed. “Please cum inside me, give me all of it.”
Tom came with a grunt of your name, burying his head in your shoulder. You moved your hips weakly to help prolong his orgasm, smiling tiredly as his moans of pleasure turned into whines of overstimulation.
As spent as you were, hearing them did something to you. Another time.
Tom helped you clean up and fix your skirt, brushing his fingers through your hair to try and make it presentable again. It was a lost cause, messy from being pushed up against the mirror and tugged on repeatedly, but you appreciated the effort. He gave you back your underwear, explaining that he’d only put them in his pocket so they wouldn’t be misplaced.
“Wanna get out of here now? You could stay over at my place tonight,” he suggested.
“Should we say goodbye to everyone first?” you asked.
Tom thought about the shiteating grin Harrison would give him as soon as he was in his line of sight with you on his arm and decided he didn’t want to deal with that tonight.
“Nah, they’ll figure it out. Let’s just go, I bet you’re tired.”
“Uh huh, ‘tired’.” You winked.
He scoffed in disbelief and shook his head. “You’re insatiable, aren’t you?”
“You have no idea.”
That settled it. Tom needed to get you home now. He’d have to thank Harry in the morning.
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