MAINLY THOMINHO

i mean there is newtmas it's just more based around thominho but if i did do a 2nd part to this then it'd probably be thominewt eh who knows

but guess who's writing smut for the second time ;) uh i'm not really writing proper smut so don't get your hopes up it's just sort of eh idk not the whole e xperience 

ohhh why am i doing this its not gonna be good at all please dont think it will be

thomas' eyes rolled back in ectasy, as his hands tangled themselves up in the jet black hair of the male below him. he let out a guttural moan as he jerked his hips upwards, to gain more of minho's mouth on his length. 

minho was having none of it, though, holding thomas' hips down with his hands, pulling himself upwards slightly to actually bring the brunet's cock into his mouth with a smirk, instead of just kitten-licking the tip of it like the tease he was.

thomas' head flopped back involuntarily, yanking minho's hair. this caused the other boy to let out a strangled moan, gagging slightly as the member was hitting the back of his throat. but of course, he didn't seem to care one bit. he was used to thomas' action, and, he was probably aroused by it.

"fuck, fuck- minho-" 

thomas yawned, scrolling through his social media as he rested against the kitchen counter. he was waiting for his coffee to be done on his coffee machine. it was early morning, and his day was gonna be exactly the same as any other weekend. 

the tasks for his to-do lists on weekends go like this:

1) do absolutely nothing

2) maybe get a cofee

3) probably go to a pub in the evening

4) get absolutely shit-faced

5) possibly have a one night stand

you see, thomas wasn't really a one night stand person. well, he didn't used to be. ever since his ex-boyfriend, minho, broke up with him, he became much.. lazier, lets say. 

he worked, sure, but he wasn't organised at all. 

yeah, of course he ate, but half the time it was pot meals or take-away. 

his life had completely broken apart.

pathetic, if you think about it. 

minho was probably out there, living life like thomas never existed. partying with friends (did i mention that thomas' only friend was probably brenda) and he most likely had another significant lover.

thomas, on the other hand, couldn't get over him. 

he was clingy and lovesick.

so, when he was looking through his recommended people to follow, he felt like bursting into tears right then and there.

there, in all his glory, was the all too familiar name of minho park.

minho pressed his lips against thomas' neck, sucking and biting. thomas' hands were handcuffed against the bed above him, and minho was laying on top of him, pounding into him.

the sound of skin on skin could be heard, as well as their moans and grunts, and their occasional spat out sentences. they were both relatively vocal when it came to sex, and they both much preferred rough sex. 

yeah, they made love, but it wasn't as often as they had sex. it just didn't suit them.

minho swore he'd never seen anything more... gorgeous than the boy, panting and moaning below him. 

wanting him.

and only him.

"fuck- minho, i-i'm gonna co-" he cut himself off as he arched his back, looking up at his boyfriend with half-lidded eyes, admiring him.

minho,minho,minho.

minho with his abs, which thomas wished to reach out and stroke.

minho, the way he licked his lips every so often.

minho, and the beads of sweat that gathered on his forehead.

it was always minho for thomas.

"shit, you're gorgeous. no-one else can pleasure you like this." minho leant down and whispered into his ear. "you're mine, and mine only."

"yours," thomas repeated, letting out a pathetic whine at his dominance. "only yours. i love you," he took a sharp intake of breath. "i love you, so fucking much."

but it wasn't always thomas for minho.

thomas remembers the times they spent together.

it wasn't always sex.

sure, a lot of it was, but not all of it.

he remembers minho's personality.

sarcastic, witty, always knowing what to say in a situation.

unlike thomas, who used to be quite clumsy (still is), and sweet. he, on the other hand, never knew what to say. they were perfect for each other.

thomas gaped at his phone, breath catching in his throat.

"shit." he muttered. he instantly closed his phone, swallowing down the lump in his throat. he frantically blinked his eyes, removing any evidence that he was possibly going to have a complete breakdown right then and there.

no.

he refused. 

he would not have a breakdown over a fucking man who treated him like a toy.

that's all he was to him. a sex toy. or something of the matter.

so, no, he was not going to mope around all day. he will spend this day like any other weekend.

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thomas walked down the street, looking at his phone whilst listening to wannabe by spice girls. (if you get the reference ily) he wasn't looking where he was going, but he went to the same cafe every week, and was a regular there, so he had practically memorised the route. it was muscle memory in his feet, if you like.

he couldn't stop thinking about minho. it was impossible to. like, yeah, he thought about him beforehand, but now everything was just pushed right to the front of his mind. 

just think about something else. he thought. so, he tried thinking about what he was gonna get from the cafe. but that just brought up what minho used to get. it was impossible.

but, when he said he wanted his minho-thoughts to go away, he didn't mean 'oh just knock me into the floor, god'. 

someone had, quite literally, ran into him and knocked him over. 

in the middle of a pavement. 

"oh my god, i'm so sorry-" 

thomas looked up to see a hand reached down towards him and a mop of blond hair. he'd honestly be lying if he said this person wasn't pretty. 

he took their hand, smiling slightly. "oh, uh, it's fine." 

"it's sort of not." they frowned. "bloody hell, i'm such an idiot sometimes." 

thomas let out a chuckle, taking the person's hand. "honestly, it really is fine. i'm really clumsy, so i'm used to tripping over daily."

they hauled thomas up, smiling. "clumsy is practically my middle name." they paused for a second. "the name's newt. can i buy you anything? i was just on my way to a cafe, but if you were too i can come along? of course, only if you'd want me to." 

thomas smiled at newt. "oh, uh, yeah, i was just going to this cafe i always go to, but you don't need to buy me anything. you can keep me company if you'd really like." he paused. "my names thomas."

thomas usually would have said no straight away if someone had asked him this. but, he wanted someone to make him forget about minho for a bit. 

"great! come on, let's go."

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thomas and newt were sat in the cafe, drinking their drinks, talking about who knows what.

"-and basically, she made fun of me for it. like, uh, i wasn't the one who threw a piece of paper at the teacher in bloody high school and started crying when someone told the teacher. honestly."

thomas snorted as newt retold the story about their sister, sonya. she seemed like a nice girl, from what thomas could work out.

reminded him of when minho-

no.

no. he wouldn't think about that.

he checked his phone, wanting to know the time. "she seems great. honestly, siblings are so rude. i have a younger brother called chuck. he's annoying." he paused. "what the hell, it's already half one." 

"wait wait wait, half one?! shit, i'm supposed to be meeting my other friends at half one!" newt stressed, instantly standing up. 

"oh." thomas probably sounded quite disappointed, because the blond picked up on it.

"you can come with me if you want?" they offered a smile and a hand. the brunet took it, standing up. "i'm sure they won't mind." they shrugged, dragging thomas along.

blush dusted across his face. hesitant, he nodded. "oh, uh, if you're okay with it? sorry to be a nuisance-" 

"oh, hush." they dropped his hand, and he couldn't help but be a bit disappointed.

thomas and newt were walking outside on the pavement, arguing about whether it's 'sidewalk' or 'pavement'. and by arguing, i mean newt completely hating on americans. which probably wasn't the best thing to do considering they were in america themselves.

"it's a bloody pavement." they rolled their eyes. "sidewalk," they imitated, exaggerating hand movements. "you really do not need to describe the path to that extent - it's not like it's a middle walk is it?"

thomas snorted. "sidewalk makes more sense though."

"to your stupid american brains, it does."

"ok, ok, whatever." he smirked. "where are we going, anyway?"

newt looked around for a second, checking where he was. "uhh, we're literally here. we're at my friends house." they paused. "or, more specifically, frypan's house."

thomas resisted the urge to laugh, although a snort was still, well, snorted. "sorry," he contained his laughter, repressing it into a shit-eating grin. "but, what type of name is frypan?"

"i-"

"it's a name that's clearly better than yours." a voice quipped, circling where newt and thomas were outside. "what's your name? greenie? dickhead? mr.shitty? shank?"

thomas raised an eyebrow. "you have really big eyebrows." he looked up at the rather tall male. "but, i mean, none of those probably are wrong." 

"gally. be nice to our new friend, okay?" newt huffed. "you don't have to protect your boyfriend, thomas was just saying what everyone says, or thinks, about fry. we still love him."

"...are you named after galileo?" thomas tilted his head to the side.

he swear he could see gally's eye twitch, which made the whole thing more amusing.

"wow, gally! he worked out your full name already!" newt snickered, before realising gally would probably expose their proper name, too. "wait, please-"

"aww, so proud of him, aren't you, newton?" the eyebrow man glared.

"newton?" thomas smirked, tilting his head to the side - an action which made newt's heart race speed up. "it's not as bad as galileo."

"you.. look like a mouse." newt spluttered out, heat spreading on his cheeks afterwards. they had no clue as to why on earth they said that.

just felt like it, probably.

the male being spoken to just smiled sweetly and chuckled. "thank you? i've been called a puppy before, but not a mouse."

"you.. look like a puppy when you do that, thomas." minho grinned, rolling his eyes at the man, his boyfriend, who had a pouty face and big, deer eyes. his cheeks were slightly puffed up and red from embarrassment. 

"i do not!" thomas glared, folding his arms in an immature way. 

the asian pretended to debate. "hmm... you sort of do, but you also don't at times, i guess.." he pondered, stroking his chin like an old man, earning a snort out of the brunet. "i've made my mind up, you definitely do!"

"oh, fuck you!" he whined. such immaturity.

minho felt great achievement at pissing him off, and winked. "you already did, babe." 

and he shot him the smile thomas thought he'd never hate seeing.

"thomas?" newt frowned, moving their hand up and down infront of thomas' face. "snap out of it!" 

thomas jolted, blinking a few times and looking at his surroundings. "oh, uh, sorry, got lost in thought."

 gally scoffed.

newt just sent a small, synpathetic smile. "it's fine. come on, let's go in."

the brunet nodded, biting his lip to stop a bigger smile grow on his face when they grabbed his hand and lead both of them inside.

"fry! it's me, newt, i brought a friend!" newt shouted, rolling their eyes when the sound of laughter was heard as well as a thud.

another male walked in. he had darker skin, and short black hair. he was of a stockier body shape, and thomas could instantly tell that this person was kind and sweet.

"oh, hey!" he greeted, smiling brightly. "i'm frypan. although, i'm sure you already know that." 

thomas smiled at that. "yeah, nice to meet you! i'm thomas." 

frypan nodded. "well, any friend of newt is a friend of mine, so please, make yourself comfortable." he hesitated, looking down at newt and thomas' linked hands. "although, are you just friends? i don't mean to assume." 

they both instantly jerked away from each other. 

newt whined. "yes, fry, just friends." 

gally walked through the door, barging past thomas and storming into a different room. frypan frowned, his eyes watching the taller one's every step. 

"he hates tommy and he's only just met him."

"tommy?" thomas mumbled and butterflies erupted in his stomach. 

"sorry, it slipped." newt scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, avoiding eye contact with both males.

"it..it's fine! i like it."

it was different to what minho used to call him. 

it felt nice.

"i'm sure gally doesn't hate you, thomas. he hates everyone anyway." frypan shrugged, signing for thomas and newt to follow him, which they did.

they followed them into the living room, where the rest of newt's friends were sitting. thomas smiled, scanning his eyes around each person.

around 3 people we're playing cards of humanity - a girl with darker skin and black, braided hair, a girl with blonde hair (who looked awfully familiar to newt) and a boy who had brown hair. (bro idk how to describe aris it's aris ok)

gally had wandered over to a group of people who were just talking, he couldn't be bothered to really pay them any attention as there were around 5 of them.

not being able to put names to faces didn't really help for thomas' attention to things.

but, he did just filter through the people, looking at them and their characteristics, and taking a guess at their personalities by the way they sat, or spoke. it was weird.

anyway. 

his eyes widened and he stopped mid-step, taking a step back as his eyes saw the all too familiar  minho.

minho park.

"no." he breathed. "no, no, no." he ran his fingers through his hair, and his absence seemed to make newt notice as they turned around, frowning.

"tommy? are you okay?" 

the sound made a few of their friends look up. 

including minho. 

as their eyes met, thomas was the first to break away, instantly turning his back away, towards the door. he felt the all too familiar lump in his throat, but he swallowed it for the second time that day. he wasn't going to cry infront of minho.

"thomas." 

he didn't turn around, instead he shook his head, indicating he didn't want to be spoken to.

"thomas-"

"please, minho." his voice came out barely a whisper. "leave me alone."

the sound of shuffling was heard and then a hand was hesitantly brought to his arm. thomas flinched though, making the person, assumably minho, draw their hand back. 

he turned around to face the person, who was in fact minho.

unsurprisingly.

"thomas, please, just listen to me-" he started. 

listen to him?!

thomas barked out a laugh, prodding minho's chest. "listen to you? you want me to listen to you?" he shook his head, smiling, "oh, minho. minho minho minho. i'm not an idiot. if you want me back for whatever you fucking used me for, then think again."

"you think i want and wanted you for sex?" now it was minho who let out a low chuckle. "you think again."

once again, the sound of shuffling was heard. neither of the males batted an eye, though. a door was opened and closed or whatever was happening, and minho's friends has probably left.

"well, you had sex with me every night and then went and cheated on me. so, yes, i do think that unsurprisingly." 

minho flinched, but quickly regained himself. "you didn't let me explain myself. it wa-"

"there's nothing to explain!" he snapped, pushing him away. "i'm leaving." he stormed off towards the door, and had gotten through the door when he was grabbed onto. 

"please. thomas. let me explain!"

"you let me hang onto the thought that you might want day contact me again. you never did. i hoped you'd love me again, but, nope! of course, i'm the one suffering whilst your the one snogging that bitch!" 

newt walked into the premises of the two, sighing. "guys, please-"

"no. we need to talk about this." minho brushed newt off. 

"i don't think we do, minho. i'm leaving." he turned to face newt. "thank you for being so kind to me, i'll message later probably."

"no. you cant leave, th-" 

"i cant? and why not? why's that? i need an explanation. give me one reason as to why i shouldn't leave." thomas pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out an agitated noise.

minho fought for words, spluttering. "uh.. well.. i still have your book."

and that's what took them both for surprise. not newt's laughing from beside. just the sentence.

it sounded so casual.

"...do you mean my diary from high school?" he tried to fight the small smile that grew on his face but then eventually gave up. 

minho nodded, matching the small, innocent grin. "i mean the diary from high school." 

"fuck you." thomas shook his head, tears gathering at the side of his eyes. "i loved you," he met the asian's eyes. genuine. that's what they looked. "and you broke me."

"i know." he replied, voice soft and hesitant. so unlike minho. he took a small step forward. "but you didn't let me explain."

there was a few moments of silence.

"explain later." 

and thomas couldn't help but cup minho's cheeks and bring him in for a kiss. 

bro this was exhausting 

3k words kmn

my knee and my thigh hurts and i'm in pain but pshhhh who cares i'll live 

but thominho <3 

ALSO SMUT??? sort of

not a lot

but

SMUT???

ok bye