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doodle-pops · 19 days

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Insufferable Beginnings

Turgon x reader

Request: Turgon x reader, enemy’s to lover in Valinor, angst?… (help I live the enemy’s to livers trope to much 😭😭) - Anon

A/N: I originally wanted to keep this short, like under 3k, however, dialogues became my weakness and I fell in love with the hating each other a little too much. However, I do hope that this was good enough to your liking. Apologies if it’s too long. Enjoy!

Warnings: female reader, arranged marriage au, enemies to lovers au, angst/comfort, arguments, insulting one another, a knife gets drawn (a butter knife), kissing, confessions, since it’s set in Valinor I used Quenya names

Words: 4.6k

Synopsis: Arranged marriages when you and your millionth reason why were at each other’s throats was always the best way to introduce a new emotion on the battlefield and seek victory.

“Must you look so disparaging? It is our wedding, after all, cheer up and have a drink!” Turukáno sat beside you, or rather two feet away and towards the end of the table, leaving you to wallow in your bitterness. He managed to find your expressions throughout the entire day more entertaining than ever, it made the wedding interesting.

Casting a dreadful and bone-chilling side eye at your newlywed husband, your fingers twitched in your lap with unbridled rage to wrap them around his obnoxiously long neck and choke. However, he remained aloof under your threatening gaze and took another gulp for his sixth cup of wine for the night. Anything to avoid going home, sane, to a shared house.

“I’ll only smile if you disappear and leave me alone.”

He paused with the chalice against his lips, pondering before scoffing and taking a violent chug. Emptying the cup with an enthusiastic exhale and slamming it on the table, he reached for the vat of wine to refill. “So you can find yourself in the arms of one of your pathetic suitors or my cousins since you enjoy kissing their asses so much.”

“Anyone else would be a better company.”

“What’s stopping you then? I thought you loathed me with an unbridled passion to the point that you would do anything to make your life less miserable,” he half-heartedly muttered while gazing at the ruby liquid in his cup. “Or maybe you didn’t want to humiliate yourself knowing that no one else would accept you and your terrible personality.”

“What makes you think that one of your cousins would not accept me?”

“So it’s my cousins you’re interested in. Well, I think you and Tyelkormo or Atarinkë would suit each other well, especially with the similar personalities you all share.”

You growled through bared teeth, “Do not ill-speak of the House of Fëanáro. They are far nobler, skilled and of better status than you can ever be.”

“Ah, so you admit that your personality is dreadful then?” Awed by the revelation of your words, he flashed a blinding grin at you.

“You act as though your personality is perfect, and do not make this about me when it is not!”

“My personality isn’t perfect, but it’s better than yours,” he snickered and sat upright. “Besides, it is your wedding day, you are the centre of attention, so everything is about you.”

“You’re simply bitter and jealous that I would never choose you in a world of standards because you are as poor as your insults.” Flipping him off with a triumphant smirk, you crossed your arms and performed a mental victory dance at your comeback.

“Of course I am,” he muttered half-heartily as he slammed his chalice on the table once more and slumped deeply into his chair. As much as he wanted to leave the table, his grandfather and father were eyeing you down like hawks. “No power and no high status. Yet I was still chosen to be your future husband by the King.”

Not caring that he was being stared at, Turukáno exited the hall and rushed out of the palace to find a secluded spot for a bit of fresh air. He didn’t care about what became of you during the rest of the night. You could have returned to your parent’s house and left him alone in your supposed shared home or run off with his half-cousins, he would surely find something worthwhile to fill his time with.

Making his way through the half-empty streets of Tirion, he slid his body through a few alleyways before breaking into the hills and entering the outskirts of a small forest. A familiar path he took which led to a small pool—a place where he and Findekáno formerly commuted before his successful marriage—now became his fortress of refuge to his unbearable hater.

Being petty, bitter, and judgemental were common traits of the second son of Ñolofinwë, however, you brought the worst out in him. It was only the day you entered the picture with your desirous hatred towards him, his boring life became infuriating. There wasn’t a day you didn’t make his life a living hell.

Wanting nothing more than to refrain from continuing his thoughts on you before his head exploded, he undressed and took a midnight swim, spending the rest of his wedding with peace of mind. He would deal with you another day with the guarantee to make you regret hating him.

The first year of marriage was always described as challenging and for God’s sake how fucking true it was. You weren’t even past the first three months without wanting to launch objects at him, which you had already done numerous times before. But the point was that you wanted to launch the entire dining table at him for interrupting your peace of mind. Why did he have to show up at the same hour? Did he not have something more important to do like die?

“Can you not eat so loudly? It is breaking my concentration?” you retorted sharply.

“Then cover your ears. To eat I must; to hear, you can choose,” he lazily replied in a bored tone.

Your left eye twitched as did the cutlery in your hands as you pressed the knife and fork into the porcelain plate to evidently create a hairline fracture. Casting a look at the servants lined up on each side of the room with a monotonous expression, you felt a wave of embarrassment.

“What, no counter to my response? Finally realised how foolish you appear hating me unnecessarily?” he mocked.

Deeply inhaling, you managed, “I merely asked you to cease chewing so loudly. Is that not a possible task, something a Prince of your lowly status can adhere to?”

Countering without waiting for a second, he stated with plainness, “I must chew if I am to eat, don’t you know that or have you forgotten the fundamentals of eating?”

“Then don’t eat, starve and die.”

Turukáno’s lips twitched as he fought a sarcastic grin, instead, scoffing as his breathing fumbled before he lifted his head to gaze at you across the table. Your seated presence at the opposite end, surrounded by an array of candles left a glowing aura casting a glow on your figure to appear as some omnipotent being…a demon in sheep’s clothing.

“My dear, have you not paid attention to the tranquillity of the room? A pin drop can be heard; thus you will hear my chewing, same can be said for yours.”

“I do not chew loudly!” you snarled, visibly vibrating in your seat.

“Of course not, how rude of me. Where are my manners?” he satirically replied, casting a mocking smile at you; his turquoise eyes shining brightly under the glow of the candles. “Allow me to clarify, you yap like a goat.”

Springing from your chair, your palms came crashing down on the table, prompting the ornaments to tremble, even the servants shifted on their feet at the intemperate tension. “You should have care how you speak; it might be your last.”

“What are you planning on doing? Launching another poor object at my head and missing like you did in the last fifty attempts? Best of wishes, may your aim be true, or would you prefer I stand within three feet, so you don’t miss?” he snickered with a shake of his head.

Darkly whispered, you picked up your butter knife and stabbed it into the napkin. “I could end you right here and now,”

“How terrifying?!” he dully muttered and wiped his mouth with his napkin. “Somebody save me!”

“Would you stop that!”

“Ah, so it would appear that I have struck a nerve?” Turukáno grinned delightedly and took a sip of his wine while appreciating the sight of you pointing your knife at him.

“You have been a pain in my ass since the day I met you!” you rumbled, jabbing the knife through the air towards his figure peacefully sitting unbothered.

Wanting nothing more than to bask in the glory this unnecessary argument brought, he rose from his chair and strolled around the table. Fingers gliding along the tabletop as he took his time to approach you, he appeared smug. “What you are telling me, is that I’ve always been on your mind? I’m touched. No one has ever thought of me so much as you did, my number one supporter and hater. Makes this union worthwhile because you can continue to think of me even more while allowing it to consume your every thought.”

At this point, Turukáno was standing before you as your body had turned to meet him head-on, the knife in your hand still focusing on him. Despite his towering figure, you were able to match his height with the passion in your eyes that made you grow. Those turquoise eyes of his darkened and narrowed into slits as the gazed down at you. No one dared to whisper a word, only the sound of heavy breathing which was still too soft for the other’s ears.

Suddenly, his left hand gingerly reached out to grab the wrist of your right, which held the knife and brought it to his throat. He knew you couldn’t cut him with a butter knife, yet he wanted you to realise your folly. The action urged the servants in the room to break their formation and panic as they looked on. He felt the trembling of your hand as he held onto it, steadfast, while the expression on your face spoke the reason for him. All bark and no bite.

“Do it,” he taunted with s whisper, gazing his playful eyes at your paralysed ones and pushing the knife harder against his skin.

You wanted to reply. Counter as equally as petty as his insults or even take actions, but the wheels in your body weren’t rotating. You didn’t know why, but the longer you stared into his slithered eyes; you noticed the ring of green around his iris, the small mole under his left eye and his neatly shaped wine-stained lips. His change in demeanour made him appear ridiculously attractive and you fought to deny it, but comparisons between him and the sons of Fëanáro’s beauty had already crossed your mind.

It outmatched a few of them.

You struggled to catch yourself the longer you focused on his face, grip on your knife slipping, yet the grip around your wrist tightened and tugged. Your lips parted and your head inched closer, grateful for your height, you were able to lean into his personal space, breathing in his air. Wine and spearmint. The alarms were blaring in your head that it was a precarious move you were making, but his standstill stature encouraged you to persist and bridge the gap.

Turukáno didn’t know who moved first, he or you; all he knew was that his hand gripping your wrist had tossed it over his shoulder, with the knife still intact, as his lips moulded against yours. It was full of anger, confusion and hidden truths as your bodies were entangled in an unceremonious form of solving the argument. Lips breaking apart to gasp for air, catching your breaths before returning to the task, his hands were busy cupping your cheeks to tilt your head to increase the vigour. He forgot—or rather, didn’t care—about the knife in your hands behind his neck as he pressed his body closer, wanting you to experience his heat, raging from the passion you sparked tonight.

Yet nothing was ever long-lived as you caught your biting his luscious lip and pulled away, gasping. Casting your eyes downwards, a questionable frown appeared. Unable to take the confusion and possible humiliation of the suddenness of the scene, you muttered a curt, “Excuse me,” and slipped out of his embrace, vacating the room while leaving him hoping.

You began to avoid him even more; more than what you normally would, yet failure was the start of something different. Your mornings were clashing, him showing up at the same time for breakfast, exiting and entering the house, and needing to share the same space. It was as if fate was playing a sick joke on you to remember your kiss. He appeared the same, refusing to bring it up and make any eye contact, however, his persistence to irritate and aggravate you never ended. The night of the dinner was just the beginning of him goading you to commit your desire.

Standing at the entrance of the drawing-room, you fixed your body behind the pillar that rested a vase and observed him. He appeared relaxed and a level of comfort you wished to achieve in the shared household. How was he able to be unbothered? Didn’t your presence usually provoke him? Was he not thinking about you the way you always thought about him?

“Cease your staring from behind the pillar, please. I know that I’m not the best-looking elf compared to your idolised house, so spare me your soft gaze as though you considered me,” he huffed and turned the page of his book without lifting his head to make contact.

Soft gaze?

“I was not gazing at you, I was glaring…” He was right, whether you were gazing at him or not, you were silently observing him. Clearing your throat to avoid making a fool of yourself, you stepped into the spotlight and clasped your hands together. “I was coming to call you, There’s an invitation addressed to you…and I.”

“My grandfather?”

“Hmm, a dinner party.”

The room fell into silence as you both took in the silent meaning behind the invitation. This was the first event after the wedding that would display the depth of your relationship with his family and others.

Turukáno’s eyes lifted off the pages to fall on your nervous figure standing in the doorway. No animosity or disdain was held in his eyes as they softened on your appearance; he almost felt sorry for the discomfort you were about to be placed in, similar to himself. Gatherings involving the entire family usually made him cautious and uninterested due to the typical outcomes.

“You can stay at home if you are uncomfortable attending. I’ll make up an excuse that you’re unwell and request tranquillity,” he suggested while shutting his book and placing it on the table.

Puzzled at the sudden shift in the atmosphere, you wrinkled your forehead. “What about your grandfather when he questions why you’re not at home looking after me?”

“I’ll make up some lie, whatever comes to mind,” he monotonously muttered, drifting his eyes to meet your astonished ones.

“Why?” Your question lingered heavily in the air like it weighed a ton. A sudden increase of pressure showered over you, leaving him wondering if he had made a mistake in his response to warrant your opposition.

“Why not? You’re not interested in meeting my family for known reasons, and if you want to stay at home, you are welcome to.”

“But don’t you hate me?” you delicately uttered. “You shouldn’t be concerned about how I feel or whether I desire to stay at home; you should ignore me like you have always been doing.”

Opening his mouth to counter, he closed it and dropped his gaze to your feet. The look of puzzlement decorated his face the longer he contemplated a response while reasoning with himself for the corner he was backed into. There was never a discussion he wasn’t able to counteract, but here you were causing him to fumble. A sharp look at your face, the squinting of his eyes and a nervous chuckle he conjured a response rattled off the tip of his tongue. “I don’t hate you; I don’t particularly like you, but ignoring you is incredibly difficult when you have an unmistakable aura that causes me to consider you in whatever way I can.”

His eyes widened at the acknowledgement of his words. Unable to feign his mistake, he rose immediately off the sofa and marched to the opposite exit of the drawing room.

“You…You don’t hate—”

“Forget what I said. Simply do whatever you want for the dinner, it doesn’t matter to me.” With that, he departed the room and rushed to his chamber, slamming the door.

In the following days, Turukáno had done his best to avoid you after his slip-up while you became fixated on decoding his grand speech and his nonchalance towards his actions. It wasn’t like him to use words which didn’t coordinate with his enmity-like personality. All the screaming, shouting, slamming the doors and throwing objects at each other died down, and all you received were his typical smart-ass comments which started carrying a two-meaning message. You were positively sure that he was not aware of his choice of words; he never mixed his vocabulary.

For the prim and proper Prince he was, he was enunciated.

Hence why you were gawking at him all night from behind a pillar, avoiding interactions with his siblings and cousins to observe his mannerisms. His face seemed to be a lot more relaxed, visibly pleased, lips stretched into a grin, and laughing. You had never seen him like this around you, it was a side he withheld during your arrangement, and it stung that you would never be fortunate to experience it due to his hate towards you. No sweet moments exchanged, smiles and words reserved only for you, or another kiss like that night.

Licking your lips and biting it, your fingers touched your lower lip as you held eye contact with his figure. The events of that night were still unexplainable.

“Staring at my brother.” The teasing voice of Princess Irissë came from your left before you felt her arm linking with yours and pulling you closer to her. “Well, you should be, especially after how great your relationship with him is going. Look at how much my brother is smiling; he’s talking about you.”

“Y-Your Highness?!”

“Relax. You can drop the formalities for now. It’s a family dinner and we’re all family, so call me nésa,” she laughed which resembled crystal bells tinkering.

Feeling overwhelmed by the plethora of information you consumed, your chest felt tighter all of a sudden, as though the dress shrunk. “I uh, do not understand what you mean by your brother. He is talking about me?”

Surely not good things, no wonder why he was smiling. Prattling his cousins’ heads about how terrible you were to live with. You felt your heart sink to your stomach, not realising how much you hoped for good things to be spoken about you.

“Of course he is! You’re his wife!” she exclaimed and gave you a small shake before guiding you away from the pillar. “He was asked to produce grandfather with a report at the start of the dinner in private, we were all there, and we heard him speak about how things are looking brighter, and that he’s pleased. So that means you two no longer hate each other and grandfather’s idea worked.”

Holding eye contact with her before looking at the wine in your hands, you felt uneasy at the explanation. “I guess it did,” you uttered in disbelief.

It didn’t take long for interrupting footsteps to break your concentration. Knowing the echo and presence before the voice rippled into your ear, your head snapped up to gaze at him already looking upon you with softer eyes and a tender smile. Your lips quivered as you bit back the urge to cry the longer you held his gaze, unable to focus on the sound emitting from his lips.

He was cruel and unkind to make you feel such a way.

“Is everything alright? You haven’t responded to a word I said,” he inquired worriedly, inching his head closer to yours. At this time, Irissë had slipped free and sauntered away to annoy her cousins, leaving you two to embark on your hateful-love relationship.

“I um, I.” Why was speaking so trivial? Just spit out your words for they were at the tip of your tongue. “I must speak with you, immediately.”

You had no time to witness the painful frown on his face as you swivelled and marched out of the ballroom with him following a few metres behind, confused. Exiting the room and meandering through the corridors, an earful away from eavesdroppers, you fumed in your mind at how careless you were to allow things to escalate to immeasurable heights. You couldn’t undo what had been done, not even the sea could wash it away. Though Turukáno hoped he had not said anything during the day to disrupt your tranquillity, he was most mindful of his words and behaviour due to his joviality.

“Have I said or done something to displease you, Y/N?”

“Yes! Yes, you did!” you shouted and spun on your heels to stand in the middle of the corridor and face him. “You, You, ugh, you infuriate me on levels beyond comprehension! How can you say those things so openly without disgust?”

“What things?! What have I said about you?!” he cried and took steps closer, still maintaining his distance.

“You–…I hate you! I hate how you…how you were talking about us and the house and how things are getting better! Or how you were smiling and happy and laughing and making everything seem like it is perfect and great when it’s not because I hate you!” Your temper flared as millions of reasons raced across your mind, and yet you were able to stutter out jumbled words, making a smile stretch across his face. “I hate the way you look at me with those eyes and I hate the way you look at others because you’ll never genuinely look at me like that. I want your eyes on me, but you’ll never because of how I hate you!”

“You hate me?” he questioned in an affectionate teasing voice.

“Yes, I do! Because ever since this arrangement began, you made me feel crazy and I found myself unable to think of anything else! I am utterly consumed by you, and I hate it! I’m supposed to hate you!”

Tears cascaded down your cheeks as you struggled to breathe and glared at him through the crystal droplets. You knew he was looking at you the same way you wanted and hated. Your emotions were truly a bitch who couldn’t make up its mind.

Turukáno grinned and took more steps to bridge the distance between you both. Standing three feet apart, he looked down at his boots as his voice rumbled in his chest. “I know and I accept this,” he softly whispered. “I’m not the best at emotions, but I also hated you till it was aggravating. You were constantly on my mind every second of the day, consuming and leaving me thinking about you more than I breathed. I thought of everything about you, even your insults. You were able to contest me, a feat no one else could muster and still stand facing me; I enjoyed the pleasure it brought, drinking and desiring more. Then I started seeing you as my equal and no longer my source of hate, but my reason to look forward to each day. I considered you and thought about you too much, I bent the knee before you…”

Standing there baffled, you wanted to know who this individual was.

“I know, I know,” he shrugged. “I’m not great with emotions so it was impossible for you to notice my changes. I thought I was subtle, and neither are you.”

“Excuse me?! You’re telling me about how I feel?” you sniffled.

“You claim to hate me, but you don’t,” he breathed as he finally bridged the gap, standing in the same proximity as the kiss. His fingers twitched with urgency to hold you again as they remembered the last time they held you closely. “You don’t tell someone you hate them; you show them, make them feel it. And how you feel for me is what I feel for you, it was only masked by hatred.”

Scoffing with a teary eye roll, allowing a few drops to roll down your cheek, you countered with a teaspoon of attitude, “What do you know about how I feel? You’re just a foolish Prince who thinks he knows people better than themselves.”

Lifting his hands, he was allowed to cradle your face, thumbs wiping away the tears. Smiling along with his thoughts, he felt relieved that your flame had not been diminished. “Of course I am, but you’re no different. Foolish for hating me till it makes you look ridiculously in love.”

“You should stop talking because you’re not making any sense like you always do.”

“Then silence me if you dare.”

The silence that followed rang sharply in your ears as your eyes locked and dropped to each other’s lips.

This time, you were aware of who had made the first move when your lips moulding against one another. Grinning into the kiss, this time you were able to bite his lower lip without feeling disgusted as it only deepened the kiss, causing him to groan from your actions. Turukáno’s hands cupped your cheeks and tilted your head higher to allow him to take over the kiss while your arms contently encircled his slender waist. There were a few blissful sighs and breaks to take in air as you lazily kissed in the open corridor, unconcerned by the possibility of being trespassed upon. Regardless, Turukáno had the decency to break away first with his soft turquoise eyes roaming your face, landing on your lips one last time before exhaling.

“Tell me,” he muttered affectionately. “Do you still hate me?”

“Irrevocably.”

“And do you hate me for getting us into this arrangement?” he asked again.

“No,” you gently murmured. “I can live with it.”

“Then that is enough for me.”

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tbzhours · 1 year

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come to me

hyunjae x you, enemies to lovers au, college au, fluff, smut

[summary] hyunjae may be the (annoying) key to your heart [warning] smut [words] 2.7k [a/n] i don’t think this is much of an etl but i still hope you all like this! ♡

Watching the clock, you stumbled through the kitchen with your backpack on as the last resort, getting the warm toast in the toaster before heading out of the door. Your hair was a mess but you didn’t want to miss today’s class and get a tarty mark. You were ready to fail another class because you couldn’t get up early enough.

With the toast hanging in your mouth after you closed your door, you heard Hyunjae, your next door dormie, walking out of his apartment room at the same time too. He looked like he just got out of bed, like the usual, when you both stared at each other for a second, hands still on your own door knobs.

There wasn’t a chance to let him beat you as you both scrambled down the hall, shoulders bumping into each other through your paced walk. You took out the toast from your lips and held onto it when you suggested, “Hey, why don’t you take the stairs today?”

“Ha, nice try. The elevator fits more than one but if I get there first, bye bye.” He waved at you while your race was still on.

You huffed, “I’m gonna get there first, don’t you dare.”

“Try me.” Hyunjae took your toast from your hand and took a big bite before your eyes widened. He handed it back and smiled before he saw the elevator door opening.

You took it back and ran into the door with him, getting stuck on the edges. You gave him a glare and pushed him on his side to give yourself room to go through before he whined in pain, covering his mouth or the food would fall out.

“Tried, and I won.” You smiled in victory, taking another bite from your toast.

“Not really.” He chuckled and clicked on the main floor button. He made a face at you, shaking his head along. “Because I’m already in here.”

You squinted another glare and crossed your arms as the door closed. He was definitely more annoying than last semester. It took you days of seeing him on your apartment floor a few weeks ago before you realized he was the TA in one of your old classes. He was so strict and such a smartass that seeing him in his regular lazy outfits made you wanna clown him, but that wouldn’t work because he would just clown you back and you would lose. Again. Luckily, you didn’t have any classes with him except with the fact that he’s now your next-door mate, and everyday, it would cross your mind of the damn chances.

The elevator door finally opened and Hyunjae stuck out his tongue at you before walking out first. You almost threw a punch but held it back. You hoped you wouldn’t meet him here again when you come back later.

That evening after your busy day, you were at ease, a relieved smile squirming through your face when you reached your floor. There was no one in sight as you hopped through the hall, hands in your pockets as you hummed a happy tone.

Once you reached your door, you realized you didn’t grab your keys before you left that morning. You hit your head before you sent a text to Jacob, the residential coordinator of the building, before sighing with your head against your door. You whispered and shook your head, “The perks of living alone.”

Minutes later, you heard the elevator door open. You jotted your head up and turned it toward the sound but you had a disgusted look when you saw Hyunjae. His laugh echoed through the hall as you turned back to your door, setting your head there again with your eyes closed. You wished he would just ignore you but you knew he wouldn’t.

“Got locked out again?” He questioned, a lofty smirk painted across his face as he grabbed his keys out from his pocket.

“Get lost.” You demanded, soft-toned though filled with irk. It only made him chuckle with his lips closed. You barely heard it, other than the shuffling breaths from his nose.

“If you’d like, you can come over until Jacob gets here.” He offered but you sent a threatening squint.

Right then, Jacob reached your floor and called out your name, giving you and Hyunjae a wave. You smiled in relief and gave him a wave back. You looked at Hyunjae once more before sticking out your tongue. He shook his head with a tiny smile before he opened his door and left the scene.

Days went by without seeing Hyunjae much. You only recalled seeing him in the library, studying prettily with his coffee and hearing him through your door when he left his place or when he came back. The only weird thing was that he was the first thing in your mind when you woke up this morning. You got up earlier than usual and fixed yourself a good breakfast before you leaned onto the kitchen counter with a cereal bowl in your hands.

A good thought of his determined face when walking out of your rooms made you laugh. Right before you took a spoonful, you slipped out a ”Sure, he’s pretty cute-”

You stopped chewing, realizing what you just said, and you knew how much this meant to you when it shouldn’t. Your heart was racing and you couldn’t comprehend what your words were telling you. You got up and took a million bites of your breakfast before you set the bowl in the sink.

“I don’t like him, I don’t like him.” You repeated to yourself when you gathered your things and left your place. You were whispering them as you walked through the hall, pacing up just like when you did with Hyunjae almost every day.

Once you got to the elevator, staring straight at your door after going through the doorway, Hyunjae suddenly came out of his room, looking like the usual mess he was. You had already stopped chanting but once he saw you and started to run toward you, you repeated the words as you tapped on the close button so he wouldn’t make it.

Your heart didn’t feel at ease still, when Hyunjae screamed your name in defeat as the door closed.

Even later when you came back first, waiting by the main floor elevator, you didn’t expect Hyunjae to stand next to you when you got lost in your crushing thoughts.

You jumped, holding your chest when he stood there, glaring at you because he wasn’t going to fight you this time. You fixed yourself and glared back before facing the elevator door, noticing your shared reflection.

“I’m gonna beat you next time.” Hyunjae whispered loud enough just for you to hear before you glared at him through the door.

When the door opened, you both walked in without fighting and stood in silence. Your hand was holding onto the strap of your backpack and it brushed against when it came down. The quietness got awkward as both of your eyes widened. Your face blushed with your fingers curling into your palm while he held in his breath. You peeked at the floor number and wondered why it was so slow. It didn’t beat your racing heart as you cursed in your mind.

Once the door opened up on your floor, you ran off first, whispering to yourself in a chant again, “I don’t like this feeling. Please make it stop.”

Hyunjae was still standing in the elevator, his hand holding his heart before hitting it, wondering why it wouldn’t stop.

Nights later, Hyunjae came up to his room and found you standing in front of your room, a deja vu to him because your head was on the door. You slowly turned to his direction when you heard his keys jingling.

Upon seeing his face, your cheeks bloomed. You remembered seeing him in the same cafe you were studying in today, realizing how awkward interacting with him was then, other than his sneaky tongue two days ago. His laugh was admirable as you saw him smiling with his groups of friends but you quickly looked away, denying that the sunlight behind him was blinding you and not him. He didn’t catch you staring but little did you know, there had been a soft touch from his lips when he looked at you.

It almost seemed desperate, wanting to see Hyunjae close just to kick his ass again but you held back, inhaling to perhaps start a conversation but he beated you.

“Last chance to come into my apartment room.”

You lost as he let you in. You followed him, eyes gazing through the room that mirrored yours. You looked back at him when he offered some snacks, leading you to the kitchen. You quickly complied and leaned your back against a counter. When he turned away, you couldn’t help to stare at him and as if he could tell, you looked away again and crossed your arms awkwardly.

You cleared your throat, “Don't think I’m staying long.”

Hyunjae smirked. It wasn’t cocky but somehow it ticked you off. He shrugged and set some snacks on the counter next to you. “Just until Jacob gets back. I heard he’s taking care of some deep secret business.”

You scoffed at his sneaky voice and thanked him quietly for the snacks when you opened a bag. Hyunjae did the same, watching how quiet you had gotten. He cleared his throat too, to lure the awkward air away and leaned onto the counter beside you.

“Anyway, you live alone?” He asked and flashed a smile.

“Yeah. You too?”

“No. I have a roommate but he’s barely here. I only see him on the weekend.”

“Weird.” You commented, not knowing what to ask next. It’s even weirder that you just realize it now.

Hyunjae smiled at your single word and turned forward. There was something tingling in his heart but he couldn’t pick it out.

“I think it’s time for me to ask Jacob for another spare key.” You sighed.

"Why? You might lose it again anyway.” He bickered, his voice in a tease. You glared at him but he continued to bother you with that smile. The second you looked away from him, he suddenly softened his tone. "I mean, you can crash at my place if it ever happens again.”

“What? Are you asking me to sleep over?” You stared at him in disbelief. He was more annoying than before but deep down, you could tell, he was sincere, for once that was. For a second, you knew what he meant but you weren't so sure too. You hated implied requests, despite the gush of warmth running through your touching arms but all of a sudden, you felt like you wanted him. Being this close, your stomach had already lit a bubble needing to be filled.

The evening didn’t seem so cold when Hyunjae heard your laugh afterwards. It's not weird at all, having such a normal conversation with you because you both would always bicker at each other. He's thinking too much that you shook your head, discarding the question when you turned around.

"Anyway, where are your cups? I need a drink." You opened a cabinet above you as Hyunjae smiled.

He got up and walked around you to open the cabinet next to you. He grabbed a cup and handed it to you. "Here you go."

"Thanks." You quickly turned away so he wouldn't see your blush. He hummed as you could feel him staring as you poured the drink into your cup. You took a sip and set it down before slowly turning to meet his eyes. No, actually, your eyes were lingering at his lips that you had to ask him, "Can I kiss you?"

"W-what?" Hyunjae was taken back, not expecting that to come out of you. He laughed, "(Y/N), why would you-"

His eyes widened at your tight kiss. Your hands were lapsed on his shoulders for a good five seconds before you pulled back, lightly gasping for air. Right before you could apologize, he moved in and connected your lips together. His arms wrapped behind you to pull your body to his and his lips were moving in desperation, wanting you more than ever.

The session intensified as he pushed you against the counter, your cup tipping over as the drink spilled. It didn't take long before he pulled you up onto his hips with the help of the counter. Your legs tangled behind him when you felt your butt getting wet.

Hyunjae walked you over to his room, your every part still touching as the door closed. He fell over you on his bed before gazing at you in a sneaky smile.

"Tell me this is what I came over for." You whispered, catching your breath underneath him. Your arms were tangling over his shoulders as your hands ruffled his hair.

"You keep forgetting your damn keys." He argued, obviously playing around when he tilted his head.

"Fuck those keys. Just fuck me."

Hyunjae loved the sound of that. Your lips danced against each other as you both took your clothes off, giggles whispering through as he got back over you. He planted kisses all over your body. He could smell the juice that soaked through your pants where it left a sweet smell on your butt cheek. You giggled when he planted a wet kiss there. Quickly, he got up to put protection on when you sighed, taking a deep breath from your racing heart.

You gasped when he pulled you by the thighs, making you fall your head over his pillow. He hovered over you and kissed your lips with his moving jaws, sliding his bulge against your wetness below. You moaned softly and long, feeling weak against his mouth then he looked down and guided his dick into you, one deeper push at a time.

Your moans went over your head as your hands gripped on his bedsheets. You thought it was sexy of him to cover your lips with his where your moans sang together. His thrusts were slow but when he left your lips and held his hands on the head bed behind you, he went faster and deeper, shaking the bed as you grip behind his hips.

You were blazed up all over, buckering your hips for a better hit from him and you rolled them against his pound, causing him to groan. He leaned beside your ear, whispering as it shivered down your spine. "You're good at this."

"Should of done this sooner." You teased back before reaching up to kiss him.

Hyunjae continued to push into you as your lips glided down to his shoulder and neck, leaving marks as he held a hand at your butt cheek to maintain the glorious thrusts. You were going to come through but you cursed instead of telling him.

"Holy fuck." He didn't slow his pace and tried to thrust harder into you and repeatedly as he chased his high. He held onto your hips with both of his hands and his strings shot out, one at a time into you. He threw his head back as he was shaking. You were still rolling your hips as you moaned at the tipsy feeling in your stomach, letting him finish before he breathed hotly.

Hyunjae gazed at you as you lied there, a chuckle shared before he kissed your lips. This time, softly. He slipped out of you and rested beside you. He held onto your hand as you both were catching your breath the millionth time today.

“Do you want to study together sometimes?” He asked. It sounded like a date as you shook your head and got over him to fix his hair and plant a big smooch on his lips back at him.

The next time you met was at the same cafe and you already ordered some things before he arrived after his class ended. Hyunjae didn't know that he was going to take a bite of your favorite muffin when you tried to win it back. Maybe he did know when he really took a bite of it with that funny smile. "Oops.”

#the boyz imagines #the boyz #hyunjae #hyunjae imagine #tbz imagines #kpop imagines #the boyz scenarios #tbz scenarios #college au #enemies to lovers au #smut

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Hello! So basically I was wondering if you had an idea for a prince/princess x knight with the enemies to lovers trope :)

Both Character A and B grew up together as children in the lower class. While Character B had always admired the knights, the palace, and the royal family, Character A hated the entire concept and rejected their existence...that is, until one day where guards burst into Character A's small home and take Character A to the palace. Evidently, their true parentage was realized, and the royal bastard needed to be transported to the palace immediately. Character B is stunned to see a struggling Character A being swept off to the distant castle and make it their life's mission to get to that same palace. Maybe Character B loved the royals at one point, but now they kidnapped their best friend -- it was so on.

'Knights for Hire' is a shady service, but it was all that was available to guard the royal family during the tournament in which their own knights were participating. Needless to say, the knights were less than professional.

Rather than allowing their favorite knight (Character B) to die, the prince/princess (Character A) leaves the palace and rides to the next kingdom to meet with their physician; when they get there, though, Character A finds Character B already in the medical bay, seemingly having been taken by Character A's least favorite knight (Character C) who just stared at them with a smirk that said "ha, beat you here."

"Rule #1 about saving the prince/princess: don't talk about saving the prince/princess. They would prefer to stay locked up in chains and tortured than admit even for a second that they couldn't get themselves out of their predicament if they really wanted to. And they have. Too many times." AU

Long lost prince/princess Character A has been trained to be an assassin during the few years they were kidnapped and brainwashed; now, they purposefully allowed themselves to be "found" in order to infiltrate the palace and kill the king. Their childhood best friend and now Captain of the King's Guard Character B was thrilled to have found Character A, but they don't seem to be acting like themselves.

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blusthings · 10 months

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back at it again with another fic this time enemies to lovers here you go I hope you enjoy<3

#eivor varinsdottir #randvi #acv #assassins creed valhalla #female!eivor #enemies to lovers au #ao3 #shit

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lesbiwlw · 8 months

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I've already started writing the glorbie enemies to lovers AU and it's going to be a multi chapter fic, so if there's anything you guys really want to see featured in it let me know

I'm planning on taking it slow on the writing though, cause I'm a bit busy, but chapter 1 will probably be out by next week

#glorbie #glorbie fanfic #enemies to lovers AU #barbie #barbie x gloria

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plush4bunny · 11 months

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if you swooned - i feel you 🥴 because this Maxim Horvath is such a sexy treat 😩 and you know what's even hotter? if you knew more about his spicy tendencies in @chrism02's fic called "Himalayan Blunder"

#BE WARNED #YOU WILL NEVER COME OUT ALIVE IF YOU READ THIS #alfred molina #maxim horvath #maxim horvath x reader #the sorcerer's apprentice #sorcerer's apprentice #enemies to lovers au #alfred molina fanart #fanart #digital sketch #character design #art

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lily-blue · 1 year

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There are plenty of (cat)fish in the sea

☆ characters: uni student!wooyoung & uni student!you ☆ genre: enemies to lovers au, college au, catfish au, humour ☆ request: 26. from this prompt list ☆ summary: it takes Wooyoung a single glance at your face to hate you, but only a couple of shots to crave your company ☆ words: 1,1k ☆ dedicated to: @dat-town ♥ ☆ taglist: @soobin-chois

Freshman you would have sworn you were incapable of holding grudges longer than a couple of hours. But freshman you had thought university parties were about impressing one’s crush with dancing skills instead of hooking up with people one would have rather forgotten about the following morning and never met anyone as impossible as Jung Wooyoung.

These two things had changed when you had not only managed to convince your best friend, Miwoo, to accompany you to your first ever end of semester party everyone had been talking about, but also found a way to dance with San from your elective Contemporary Literature class and steal a chaste kiss from his lips between two upbeat songs. High on adrenaline, you had thought things couldn’t have been more promising, until a random dude had walked up to the two of you and accused you of cheating.

You had known words could cut deep. Although, you would have never thought how easy it was to feel so humiliated by being called a whore when you had known you had never been one of those people. Sure, San hadn’t been your first kiss and you hadn’t been a virgin anymore, either, but you hadn’t played around with men just to break their heart, so the stares you had felt on your trio had annoyed you in many ways. Especially when San had frowned at the dude, then immediately put some distance between you two.

That night you had learned a few things. 1) San and the delusional dude were best friends. 2) The latter had been in a weird relationship for weeks by that time with a person he had never met before, but planned to visit after his exams. 3) His long-distance girlfriend had used your pictures to catfish him. 4) You were able to hold grudges for months when you needed to if it came to Wooyoung.

Your feelings towards the guy usually equalled to being frustrated, pissed, and annoyed, but if any of your mutual friends would have asked, you would have claimed you hated his guts. Because he always made sure people knew he hated you.

Even when he was wasted as hell and refused to go home with anyone else but you.

‘Eyes up here, pal,’ you reminded him once the two of you were left alone in front of Club Vera, in the middle of a party you had willingly skipped because of a crucial assignment that was due by midnight.

It had been Seonghwa who had called you around ten that Wooyoung had had way too many tequila shots, but the oldest of the group couldn’t have come out of the club without being unable to go back inside, so you had no one but yourself to put this fucker back to his place. He was such a menace when he was drunk.

‘Nah, I’d rather look at your boobs. I like them more,’ he claimed with a goofy smile, hazy eyes stuck on your plain, white tee and your missing bra underneath. You made a mental note to not be in such a hurry next time Wooyoung started to beg his friends to call you up because he overestimated his limits.

‘One more word and I’m leaving you here. I’m serious,’ you warned him, genuinely tempted to let go of his arm and leave him to fend for himself, but you were willing to give him one last chance because you remembered the first time Wooyoung had called for you while being drunk and you walked out on him. It had taken the guys and you over twenty hours to find him since he had gotten arrested by the police for wandering around the city in a boxer and fallen asleep in his cell without a care for the world.

‘Why?’ He asked, pulling you back to reality.

‘What why? Because I’m worth more than a pair of boo…’ you started, angry that he openly objectified you and that he only ever needed you when he was wasted. You were also pissed that you cared enough to pick him up, but that was mostly on you. You were tired of playing pretend when you had already forgiven him the day you had seen him crying and throwing up at a party after a girl had confessed to him that she had been using him to get close to San.

Intentionally or unintentionally, somehow, it was always his best friend, never him.

‘You are. But they’re the only things that look different from those pictures. Well, other than your personality. Not that I’m saying I can see other people’s personality, but you know what I mean, right? You’re a lot ruder than she was. Or he. Or they. Who knows nowadays?’ He complained, coaxing a resigned sigh out of you. Here it came again: your urge to comfort him despite how passionately he hated you when he was sober.

It still irked you that he kept talking to your boobs instead of looking you in the eyes, but you didn’t say a word. Instead, you led him to the passenger’s seat, then fastened his seatbelt and jogged to the door on the other side of the vehicle.

On the way to Wooyoung’s place that he shared with San, he kept mumbling under his nose like he usually did. He told you he thought you were pretty, then claimed he hated you. In one moment he was convinced you were the coolest person he had ever met, then he claimed he hated you. He desperately wanted to be with you, but he insisted on hating you.

You sighed again when he eventually fell asleep.

With your smaller build, it was a drag to get Wooyoung out of the car and support him on the way to his bedroom. Especially because he kept mumbling against your skin and munching on your neck while he barely helped with his weight. Yet, somehow you managed.

By the time you got the tipsy guy in bed, he was barely conscious, so you gave up on making him change into his pjs. It was more important that he had painkillers and a glass of water on his bedside table for the morning.

‘My kiss,’ Wooyoung groaned, reaching out for your hand, although he missed it with a good ten centimeters in the dimly lit room with his half-lidded eyes. ‘You can’t go yet.’

You wanted to hate him for acting so insufferable, but you knew he was right. You couldn’t go without reminding him that he was a menace, but kissing his forehead right after as though the fine line between hatred and love had already been too blurry to see. At least, for you.

And him, when he was too drunk to not be in love with you.

the end.

#wooyoung x you #wooyoung x reader #ateez x you #ateez x reader #ateez drabbles #ateez scenarios #ssbyme #enemies to lovers au #college au #catfish au #humour

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youneedsomeprompts · 2 months

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~ IS THIS REALLY MEANT TO BE? ~ enemies to lovers arranged marriage PROMPTS

requested by: anonymous request: Would you do arranged marriage prompts but they like hate each other? Aka enemies to lovers arranged marriage. Like they bicker and fight a lot at the start but are like "damn them for actually having a point" idk I really love all your prompts and I am forever in your debt for the amount of writers blocks they've/you've gotten me out of!!! ❤️❤️

Feel free to use and reblog!

Part 1: 10 marriage of convenience prompts Part 2: ~ IT'S FATE, RIGHT? ~ ARRANGED MARRIAGE PROMPTS

"I hate you and I won't even pretend to like you." "Well, you're in a pretty shitty situation then. We're stuck together."

"You're the worst person. I can't believe I have to spend the rest of my life with you."

"If you weren't so disagreeable you'd actually make a good spouse."

"I would like spending time with you if you weren't my spouse/wife/husband."

"I need some time for myself FOR ONCE!"

"Why did it have to be you? Anyone really would have been a better choice!"

"Do you think you can let me speak for once? It's not just your marriage. We're both in it. Unfortunately."

"Stop suffocating me! It won't make me like you more."

"But is the prospect of a life shared really only horrible? Can't we find something good in it?"

"Do you sense that? Is it possible that this is the first nice moment we spend together?" "Don't jinx it!"

they feel aggravated whenever their spouse is there but when their spouse is gone they feel strangely empty

they notice how they want to tell their spouse everything that's happening, even though they don't like them

they hate the forced proximity but they hate it even more to be alone

their spouse is so different from them but over time, they learn to appreciate their spouse's unique strengths

they realise that they might actually make a good team

when they have to spend time together they stay silent because every conversation would turn into a big fight

they have strangely romantic dreams about their spouse, even though they can't stand them

after a while, they write nice things about their spouse into their diary

^ their spouse finds the diary and reads it (bonus: they're confronting their spouse and an argument about trust-breaking and hidden feelings ensues)

they would never call it love but they're having these strange butterflies in their stomach whenever their spouse enters the room

#arranged marriage prompts #enemies to lovers prompts #writing prompts #prompt list #otp prompts #prompts #fanfic prompts #writing inspiration #writing ideas #writers on tumblr #writeblr #otp #arranged marriage au #enemies to lovers au #bickering prompts #arguing prompts #dialogue prompts #setting prompts #20 prompts

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celestialwrites · 1 year

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enemies/rivals to lovers in a marital arts academy, prompts

(dialogue + prompts) requested by: @habibaxdd <3

☆ “do you want to go out with me then?” “depends on how hard you hit me.”

☆ they slammed your body into the mat with such force the wind near on evaporated from your lungs. god, you were going to kill them.

☆ their breathing hitched when they saw you. too bad you were about to beat the crap out of them. literally.

☆ “did you just hit me?!” “yes.” “oh so that’s how it is.”

☆ “i love you.” “i just (choked/kicked/hit/etc) you..?”

☆ they used to trip you in the halls around the academy when you first got accepted, now they can barely keep up with your progression. but good god do they love a good challenge.

☆ “what techniques do you specialize in?” “(insert)” “me too, guess i have another fly to squash, see you later (nickname)”

☆ they love nothing more than to tease your poor/and or good technique whilst giving you nicknames that send blush rushing over your face and a shiver down your spine.

☆ “this would be easy with daggers…” “so you could stab me? where would it be (last name)? you going to shot for my heart?” “obviously, it’s a secured kill.” “you don’t need to stab me to take my heart, you already have it. plus what’s the point of coming to this stupid school if you have to rely on weapons?”

☆ when you’re sparring with each other you look for every single weakness they have until you realize that the only weakness left is you.

☆ “do you know what happened today? you beat me! me! i’ve never been beaten in my own specialty (last name), you may be intriguing to say the least but you have just made yourself a very powerful enemy.”

☆ you would try to make each others lives miserable at the academy, try to shoo one or the other away, but it never worked. oddly enough you two started having trouble staying away from each other.

☆ “you kissed me?! as a distraction?” “so? i used all means necessary to win the spar and i did.”

☆ “you were always just my competition, now that schools over i guess that’s it.” “i don’t just want to be your competition, i love you!”

☆ during your last spar on your very last day at the academy you were trying to come up with one last insult, one last jab to their ego, then they kissed you.

requests are open<3

#tysm for requesting this!! it was super fun to write<3 #dialogue prompt #romance prompts #writing prompts #writers of tumblr #prompts #writers on tumblr #fluffy prompts #fluffy romance #enemies to lovers au #enemies to lovers prompts

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cultofdionysusnet · 1 year

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ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- Ficrec Week 2: Rivals/Enemies To Lovers

ATEEZ

just friends. by @baekhvuns (M)

work less, play hard by @deedeekpop

14~ Hate Sex/Breath Play: J. WY by @sanjoongie (M)

Good Kisser by @sosappyjoos (M)

egg tarts. by @yeochikin

can't stand you by @domjaehyun (M)

Stray Kidz

"Rivals/enemies getting angry whenever someone else talks badly about the other." by @jl-micasea-fics (M, no smut)

Inure by @maaaaaatryoshka0325

Tomorrow X Together

Others

#cultofdionysusnet #ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- Fanfiction Recommendations #CoDN Week 2 #Enemies to Lovers AU #enemies to lovers au #enemies to lovers #Rivals To Lovers AU #rivals to lovers au #rivals to lovers #ateez #stray kids #txt

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tbzhours · 1 year

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say you want me

jacob x you, kinda enemies to lovers au, college au, smut

[summary] being bothered by jacob, maybe he’s all you wanted [words] 2.2k [warning] smut [a/n] the next few fics will be college au… enjoy!

Rolling your eyes, you knew Jacob had gotten out of your shared dorm before you could beat his ass when you pulled an empty bag out of the last cereal box. Like his loud music playing at 2AM wasn’t enough. It’s been a few months being roommates and you always try to avoid switching to a different room because you already had too much on your plate but there were some things that ticked you off; things that Jacob does. Some of your stuff always goes missing, him being too loud at bedtime, his room being too messy to walk around in, and him walking around the room naked.

You tried to hold it in but once you see him, you’d usually complain right away. You mumbled underneath your breath as you texted to buy some cereal on the way back after class. Luckily, you didn’t have class today. It was canceled for some odd reason but it gave you time to catch up on some other work as you didn’t want to go out for errands if Jacob was already out.

You quickly searched the fridge to make a quick breakfast before heading back into your room to study. It was about an hour later, keeping your head in the books when you got a text back from Jacob.

Jacob: :P You: you ate all of the cereal, please get some more Jacob: you already told me Jacob: also i have a date tonight You: yes peace thank you Jacob: :P

That last reply ticked you off as you flipped your phone over, rolling your eyes again. At least you’d be alone for a while, which was something you needed if it’s worth focusing on your missed work.

The day went by quickly as you went to shower near sunset. When you walked out, you saw Jacob standing by the couch with a huge smile on his lips. He was laughing as you dried your hair with the small towel in your hand.

“Why are you standing there?” You asked, slightly offended.

“You have such a nice voice.” He complimented, giggling again. He was blushing but you couldn’t tell because you were too.

“Wait, what? You heard me?” You almost stuttered, pointing back with a thumb to the bathroom behind you.

Jacob nodded with a grin. “I guess you do that when you’re happy.”

“Don’t make me feel bad.” You put out a hand at him, hoping he wouldn’t be hurt. “Because I don’t.”

He laughed as you wondered why he kept smirking. “I mean, it’s fine. You’re actually pretty good.”

“Don’t try to move me when you shouldn’t be touching my cereal.”

“Our cereal.” He corrected you before you crossed your arms. “I already put some up in the cabinet but just a warning though, I bet the people next door are this close to be giving you a piece of their mind.”

“Ouuu, I feel threatened.” You hissed, squinting.

His silence actually made you feel threatened when his eyes moved to the side, as if you should. He was smirking again before handing over a bag.

“What’s that?” You asked, an eyebrow hopping onto your forehead.

“Bubble tea. I wasn’t thinking of you though.” Jacob shrugged.

“Your date didn’t show up?” You asked, peeking a smirk back at him when you took the bag with your bubble tea cup.

“I’m not even hurt.” He hit the woah as he explained. He smiled at you before walking by you to his room. “Well, now that you’re done with the bathroom, I’m gonna take over.”

“Just don’t clog up the sink again.” You reminded him. He waved his hand without looking back at you and closed the door.

You were blushing again when you looked down at the bag in your hand. He bought an extra bubble tea home and you hated how thankful you were, even if it weren’t for you. His little gesture was going to make you blush all night. You just know it.

The next day, you got up earlier than usual, finding yourself in thoughts of Jacob while eating the restocked cereal. While leaning onto the counter as you ate, you thought how crazy it would be to see him walk around right now naked in the living room.

Your thoughts weren’t lying when he suddenly appeared in his boxers, scratching his head with his sleepy eyes still closed. You almost shouted, covering your eyes as you chewed your food.

“Jacob! What did I say about walking around the damn room like that?” You groaned in anger as he jumped at your loud voice.

“Oh my god, I thought you weren’t up yet.” He defended before he chuckled, his hands rubbing onto his chest.

You quickly finished your bowl and washed it before taking your bag as you headed toward the door. “Ugh, you better have some clothes on when I get back!”

Jacob laughed quietly to himself before sleeping on the couch. He got up about an hour later and got some clothes on. When he walked into the kitchen afterwards, he saw that you had left without your ring on the counter. You were the type to always wear an accessory before you go out but since you forgot about the ring, he took it and played with it with his fingers as he headed to your room.

He left it on your desk and wondered what he should do now, other than study. He stretched in your room as if he was still sleeping on his bed then he sighed, walking back into the living room to find something to watch. It was Friday anyway. He was going to do whatever he wanted since he didn’t have classes today.

When you got back, you were stomping from the door. It literally woke Jacob up from the couch where he stood up from the noise you were making.

“Jacob! Where is it?” You shouted across the room as you passed by him. You walked into the kitchen, finding your ring nowhere to be seen, then you walked into your room to set your things down, only after glaring at him, who was rubbing his eyes like the millionth time today. When you came out of your room, Jacob finally understood the situation but you beated him to his words. “Jacob, where did you put my ring? I know you touched it.”

“I found it over there and-”

You were staring at him with widened eyes before you saw his hand rubbing at his pants pocket. You didn’t hesitate to reach into it as he was taken back at your touch.

“I know you have it! Give it back!”

He scoffed and tried to pull your hands off from him as he tried to stop you. “Are you crazy? Seems like you haven’t slept at all to be harassing me like this.”

“I’m not harassing you, I’m just taking what’s mine back.” You argued and as you continued to fight, he was feeling as weak as waking up in the morning. Your push made him fall onto the couch where you landed on top of him.

One of your hands was stuck in between your thigh and his when you accidentally brushed it against his bulge. That woke his brain up entirely as he started to feel hot. You were staring into his eyes, hiding your blush before you crashed your lips onto his. His eyes widened as you crawled over him, fixing yourself when he held onto your upper arms.

You were surprised when he moved his jaws with yours, intensing the session as he took a breath when he moved to the other side of your cheek. You couldn’t believe this was happening. It didn’t take long before Jacob flipped you both over where he was gliding on top of you now. You gasped when he teased his bulge with your hips.

He kissed down from your lips to your chin then lingering at your neck and your exposed collarbone when you gripped onto the cloth of his shoulders. You could feel your stomach twinkling when his hands latched onto your thighs.

”Holy fuck, Jacob.” You managed to moan out. He was smirking when he rubbed you again with his hard crotch. It wasn’t even helping that you could almost feel his fullness because he wasn’t wearing thick pants.

“So it wasn’t the ring that you wanted.” He played, pulling all of your bottoms off. He hovered over you and before he pulled your shirt off, he whispered, “You wanted me.”

“Shut up.” You hesitated, now watching him take off his shirt too sexily. It was turning you on badly that you just wanted him to touch you.

“Watch it.” He warned, getting back over you when he got all of his clothes off. He slipped his fingers over your core as you moaned. He attacked your neck again, his other hand roaming at your side.

“Just fuck me.” You pleaded while your hands gripped onto his hair and skin from behind. He smirked again, not expecting such words to come out of you. He got up from you and slipped a condom on as you watched. “Shit, you do this often?”

“No, but maybe I will now with you.“ He got back over you, hovering as you tried to sneak down more on the couch. It wasn’t working as your arms slipped over his shoulders slowly.

“I thought you do that every time you go out.” You explained, eyes blinking away in surprise.

He almost smacked his lips into a sound when he whispered right against your lips, his breath kissing you. “I’m not a fuck boy.”

“Now I know why I hated you.” You whispered back before he took your lips into his. His fingers fiddled at your jaw, tickling it as he devoured you up.

Jacob guided his dick, wetting it at your core before he slipped into you. He adored the way you gasped against his lips and how your hips popped up at the savory connection. You swore once more, sounding hot to him as he kissed down to your neck again, wetting the back of your ear as he pounded into you.

Both of his hands slowly ran over your chest and stomach until they landed at your hips, gripping there to help you push him deeper into you. One of his hands moved and played over the penetration, causing you to moan louder and your hips to roll again.

His name slipped from your lips as he thrusted into you deeper. He was groaning at each pound because you were taking him too good. He got up and held onto your thighs, still pounding hard into you as you gripped onto the cushion of the couch, your pleasure hitting close. You still called his name until the stars in your stomach reached their high, causing him to groan loudly and repeatedly.

Jacob cursed this time and you thought about how sexy he sounded, especially if his voice kept ringing in your ear. His thrust became messy but still deep as he came through, squirting his strings inside of you, still hidden under the rubber protection.

Your hearts were racing together when he rested over you with him still inside of you and his hot breath kissing your neck.

You were still catching your breath when you covered your forehead with your eyes closed. “Oh my god, it’s weird now that I fucked you. Now everyone’s going to think we’re dating.”

He managed to chuckle. “We can.”

“What did you say?” You were shocked at the answer, then you cursed with a shiver when he teased his dick at your wetness.

He was giggling close to your face when he asked, “Does that mean I can still eat all of your cereal?”

“I’m going to literally kill you if you do that. You owe me a ton."

“You can do that after sleeping some more.” He suggested, knowing how tired you must be that he would see the bags under your eyes. If he knew it was because of him, he would literally eat you out. He was going to save that for next time when you found your hands slipping through his hair again.

You smooched his perky lips and sighed, closing your eyes. “If that includes us eating cereal at dinner then… okay.”

You smiled before you gasped when he pushed his dick deep into you while it was still in you. Jacob smirked, “Alright. Take your nap. I’ll wait for you then.”

He slipped out of you and let you sleep as he brought a blanket over to cover your naked body with. He didn’t know where to go, other than joining you on the couch. He fixed you onto his arms as you rested against his chest. He smiled, kissing the top of your head. He wondered how moved you would be when you wake up finding yourself in his arms. The thought of it warmed his heart as he closed his eyes with you.

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