shesdreaminginoverdose

[shesdreaminginoverdose]

Walk All Over Me

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x Reader

Warning: Smut ( Oral, f. receiving & m. receiving, unprotected sex, cream pie.) Angst, Mean reader [18+ ONLY. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.]

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: You and Mingyu are friends with benefits, he wants more but you don't. And even though you're using him, he can't help but fall more in love.

This story was based off this song; Stay For a While by Victor Ray.

“You wanna dance with me?” You whisper into Mingyu's ear, your hand slowly caressing his arm as you stand so close to him. He feels like he's going to faint having you be so close to him. He was so fucking in love with you, he thought he might be going crazy from how badly he wanted just kiss you right then and there. But you had been very clear with him from the beginning that you guys were strictly a secret occasional hook up, nothing more and nothing less.

He accepted it at the time because he figured having you in this way was so much better than not having you at all but as time went on, his feelings were becoming harder and harder to contain. Mingyu smiles slightly at you, shaking his head no. He didn't want to put you in a position where the two of you might be found out by the others, even though that was all he wanted.

“I love this song!” You squeal, moving away from Mingyu, instead grabbing Seungcheol's hand, dragging him to the dance floor as Mingyu stays behind watching as you grind yourself against his leader.

This is what he gets, for being so fucking in love with someone who wasn't ready to settle down.

“So, uh, are you and Y/N together? What's going on between the two of you?” The8 asks, standing next to Mingyu who leaned against the bar, watching you still dance with Seungcheol. Mingyu glances down at the floor before smiling over at The8 and taking a sip of his drink. He was the only one Mingyu had told about you and how you and he had taken things to the next level. He was happy for the two of you at first, but now it seemed to him as if Mingyu was more into you than you were him. He knew The8 worried about it but Mingyu was confident… sort of.

“It's… it's complicated.” He laughs. “We sort of are.”

“I dunno man, from where I'm standing, it doesn't look all that complicated to me. It looks like you're just friends…like the rest of us.” The8 shrugs, walking towards the dance floor. Mingyu watched as you caressed Wonwoo's arm, watching as Seungcheol's hands roamed your body, stopping at your hips, pulling you in closer.

“Mingyu.” Wonwoo says, nudging the spaced out man. “We're heading back to Woozi's, you coming?” He asks. Mingyu sets down his forgotten drink, following behind the group, his eyes never leaving you. Not even when you linked arms with Hoshi, or when your hand intertwined with DK's, or when Seungcheol jokingly squeezed your ass.

Fuck.

Sometimes your loud, easy-going and outgoing personality made it really fucking hard for him to watch you be so friendly with his friends. You didn't ask them to stop or not to do those things, you embraced the attention, you loved it and he could see it on your face. Whereas he just wanted to shout how in love with you he was from the rooftop. All night Mingyu watched you with the others. Laughing and drinking. Glancing at him, giving him a sly wink, being flirtatious from afar. The way he just wanted to rip your clothes off in front of everyone and fuck you while they watched was unhealthy, but fuck did he want you so fucking badly. He would do anything for you, be anything for you and you were very much aware of how he felt.

A while later, Mingyu wandered off to the bathroom, trying to contain himself and calm down. It was getting harder for him to see you flirting with others and he didn't know how much more he was going to be able to take. He walks out of the bathroom, his head down until he stops in his tracks, seeing a familiar pair of shoes in front of him. His eyes trail up, seeing you leaning against the wall, drunkenly looking at him.

“I was wondering where you disappeared too.” You smile, moving closer to him. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his head down to your level. “I don't think you know how much i fucking want you.” You whisper in his ear, nibbling on his earlobe. You move your hand to his chest, slowly running it down, over his abs, gently into caressing his dick.

“Y/N!” You hear from around the corner. “Come take a shot!”

You laugh, quickly pressing a kiss to Mingyu's lips before running off, laughing at the cheers of your return. Mingyu knew something needed to change between the two of you and if he wanted more he was going to have to be the one to bring it up. He heads back to the group, trying to insert himself in conversations and games, doing his best to try to not pay as much attention to you but it didn't last long. He had the worst fucking time trying to peel his eyes away from you, eventually he just gave up and went to bed in one of the spare bedrooms instead. He fell asleep rather quickly, the alcohol having made his head spin a little too much.

Hours later, he's woken up by a light rapid knocking at the door. He rubs his eyes, slipping out of bed, opening the door as his hand runs through his hair.

“Y/N?” He mumbles.

“I need you so bad, baby.” You moan, looking at him with puppy dog eyes. “Don't you need me too?” You whisper.

“Fuck.” He hisses, pulling you inside the room, slamming the door with your body. He pins you against the door, his lips quickly attaching to yours. His kiss is sloppy, so needy as he slides his tongue into your mouth. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer to you. You needed to feel him, all of him. Mingyu wastes no time, pulling away from you. He grabs your wrist, turning you and pushing you down onto the bed. The light from the moon shines into the room, giving the two of you limited lighting but it was just enough. He pushes your dress up, pulling your panties down from your body, throwing them anywhere. He pushes your legs open, diving right into your already wet cunt. You grab the sheets of the bed, moaning loudly as Mingyu licks your pussy, sucking on your clit, making your eyes roll back onto your head.

“Oh… Oh my fucking god.” You cry out, arching your back as you orgasm quickly approaches. “Don't… Fuck… please don't stop.” You whine, grabbing his hair, pulling him in closer. You grind yourself on his face, your orgasm exploding through your body. You scream out as you cum, your juices seeping from your pussy. Mingyu happily laps up everything, before sitting up, licking up all the juices from his face.

“You're so good at that.” You breathe, sitting up, smiling at the sexy man. You push him down onto the bed, pulling his sweats from his body, letting his already hard cock spring free. You lick your lips as you bend down, licking his cock from base all the way up to his tip. You take just his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, making him groan. You slowly take more and more of his cock into your mouth, until you can't take anymore. His tip hits the back of your throat, making you gag. Mingyu moans at the sound, grabbing the back of your head and thrusting up a few times before releasing your head, letting you up for air.

“Fuck baby, i love when you take all of my cock.” He groans. He sits up, pushing you down onto the bed on your hands and knees. He moves your dress up once again, exposing your bare ass. He gives you a few hard slaps before he lines himself up with you, pushing his cock inside of you.

“Oh shit.” You groan. You love the way his cock stretches your pussy. “My god.” You cry, as Mingyu pulls out, and slams back inside of you.

“You feel… so fucking good.” He groans, his fingertips digging into your hips as he speeds up his thrusts, ramming his cock inside of you over and over again.

He reaches under you, pulling down the front of your dress, letting your tits fall out of your dress, gently pinching and groping you nipples as he continues to fuck you. You moan loudly, moving your own hand between your legs. Your fingers touch your sensitive clit, making you groan as you rub it while Mingyu fucks you.

“Right there… Oh fuck… yes, fuck.” You cry out, your second orgasm building quickly.

“You take my cock so fucking well… like the dirty little slut you are.” Mingyu moans, fucking you harder and faster. “You wanna fuck everyone else too, don't you?” He groans.

“No baby.” You whimper. “Just you… ah, fuck…”

“Mhmm, that's right… just me.” He breathes, throwing his head back as he quickened his pace again, desperately chasing his own high.

“Cum for me… cum all over my cock, baby.” Mingyu moans, holding you tighter. You rub your clit a little faster, bringing you over the edge again. You cum hard, clenching your cunt around his cock.

“Good fucking girl.” He spits, grabbing your hair, yanking your head back. “That's right.” keeps his pace, his orgasm right there. He keeps going until he finally cums, spilling himself inside of you. He groans loudly as he slowly pumps in and out, making sure to give you everything he has.

He finally pulls out and you both collapse onto the bed. Your chests are heaving, you can't hear anything else but the two of you breathing, except for faint voices of those still awake in the living room.

Mingyu's stomach is in knots as he thinks about bringing up wanting more from you. He knows now probably isn't the best time but it was now or never in his mind. He turns his head to look at you, watching you lay there with your eyes closed, trying to settle down.

Mingyu quickly stands up, putting his clothes back on before he turns on the light. You squeeze your eyes closed harder, not wanting to be blinded yet.

“Y/N…” He breathes, looking down at you. You finally open your eyes, looking towards him smiling.

“Mingyu.” You giggle.

“I want…Fuck.” He breathes. You can see the nervousness plastered on his face. “I want… No, I need more. From you. From this. I want… Well, I want to be your boyfriend.” He breathes. “I'm so in love with you…” He trails off.

“Oh.” You sigh. Mingyu can see the rejection coming plastered all over your face. “You know I'm not looking for anything more than just this. We were just having fun.” You murmur, sitting up in the bed, standing up to find your underwear.

“I want to take you on a date. Just one date. Let me prove I'm the man you should be with.” He sighs. “Tomorrow night.”

“Mingyu… i -.” You pause. “I can't tomorrow. Um, The8 actually asked me on a date earlier tonight. And I said yes.” You whisper.

You didn't realize the depth of his feelings for you. While you liked Mingyu and you liked when the two of you fucked around, you weren't looking for anything else… With him.

“So you wont go on a date with me because you don't want anything serious but you'll go with The8?”

“Yes.” You whisper.

“Why?” He yells, standing up, facing you. “Why the fuck am I not good enough for you?” He yells.

“Woah, where the fuck is this coming from?” You yell back, stepping away from him. “You knew exactly what the fuck you were getting into when we started this.”

“Yeah I did and now I need more from you!” He yells.

“I… I can't give you more, Mingyu.” You whisper.

“Why not?” He asks. “Why can't I have more? Why can't I be your boyfriend? Why can't you just give me a chance? Please Y/N, just one fucking chance!” He says.

He's about to talk again but you cut him off, you're over this conversation already.

“Because you'd make a shitty fucking boyfriend, Mingyu. Your pretty face and amazing dick game can only get you so fucking far in life. And this begging me is a complete turn off. Your person is out there but it sure as fuck isn't me.” You snap, grabbing your panties and storming out of the room, leaving Mingyu standing there feeling even more in love with you than he was before.

[shesdreaminginoverdose]

Test me, I’m Mortal.

Detective!Baekhyun Vampire!Reader

(Halloween One shot)

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Word Count: 10k

Mini Playlist:

Test me - Melanie Martinez

Say So - Doja Cat

Streets - Doja Cat

Summary: It’s been along time since you fell in love.

Baekhyun walked through the crowd of people, his sights set on one person in particular. You. He had been assigned to follow this specific woman around, taking notes of where she frequented. He didn’t understand why he was assigned such a boring task, nonetheless he did his job. With all the murders going on in this town, Baekhyun has had his hands full. Which is another reason why he’s confused he’s being burdened. Baekhyun had his hands in his pockets, waiting casually at a bus stop you stopped at. He knew your name, your age, where you lived, the college you attended. He knew enough to make your skin crawl if he ever confessed it.

The bus arrived and you were the first to board it, Baekhyun did the same, keeping his distance he sat in the back. The bus took off as passengers were seated. Baekhyun glanced where you were sitting, you had your head down looking at your phone. He raised an eyebrow when you turned around to look over the passengers, your eyes landing on him. He looked away out the window as if he hadn’t been looking. He looked back after a second to still find you staring. He raised an eyebrow as if to ask what. You smiled at him and waved, turning back around. He was confused but kept his head focused. The bus stopped and he saw you stand to exit the bus through the front door. Baekhyun moved to exit through the back door, expecting to find you waiting outside the bus. His heart sank when he turned to see your eyes looking back at him through the bus window, sitting in the back seats. He furrowed his eyebrows, before he could move the bus pulled off with you waving bye.

“How can you lose a woman that easily?” Jongdae sighed into the phone.

“Listen man, I told you she left me at a bus stop. I swore I saw her get off the bus.” Baekhyun explains, he’s doubting if he even saw you in the first place. His skin crawls at the idea of being tricked so easily, his pride was hurt. Jongdae shook his head on the other line, Baekhyun was one of his best men when it came to this work. He knew Baekhyun wouldn’t lie to him.

“Just go take lunch and come back to the station, I won’t hold you to this.” Jongdae says.

Baekhyun hangs up, stuffing his phone in his pocket. At least he had some free time, a sandwich sounds great right now. He walks to the nearest deli, a few blocks away but totally worth the walk. He scarfs down half of a sub, scrolling on his phone before taking a bite out of the other half of the sub. The door to the deli opened, signaling the bell above the door. Paying no attention Baekhyun takes a sip of his drink before looking up from his phone. He pauses, almost choking on his drink. It was you again.

“You don’t want this cooked? Just raw?” The chef said. You nodded.

You hadn’t noticed him sitting in the corner till you sat down with your sandwich as well. You quickly finished before exiting the store, throwing away your garbage. Baekhyun waited before following after you, he wouldn’t get caught this time. Only if he hadn’t lost you. Again.

Baekhyun returned to the station with a pout on his face, something Jongdae always saw when something didn’t go his way.

“What’s wrong Byun, mad you were out played?” He laughs jokingly. Baekhyun pouts even further, sulking in his chair. He was the reliable man of the team, to have something so simple ruin his task made him upset.

“You’ll have another chance, don’t worry.” Jongdae pat the sad mans shoulder.

Baekhyun looked up hopeful, “I will?”

Jongdae nodded. “Of course,” He looks around before leaning down to whisper to Baekhyun. “Between me and you, I believe this girl is in on all those killings.”

Baekhyun’s skin was littered with goosebumps, he was never one to be so shaken by details of a case. But somehow seeing how innocent and harmless you looked made Baekhyun uneasy to find this out.

“You can’t tell anyone else, this is between us for now. Thats why I have you on the job. I know you won’t let me down.” Jongdae says with a smile reaching his hand out for a handshake from Baekhyun. He grabs his hand pulling himself up before shaking Jongdae’s hand.

“Of course.” He grins, “I’ll have something by tonight. I’ll need someone on stand by in case something happens, alright?”

Jongdae furrows his brows, “Don’t go do anything crazy.”

Baekhyun nodded, “I won’t, just from afar.”

The evening turned to night, the night sky displaying itself for everyone to see. You found yourself looking out your window, down at the people walking the sidewalk. You felt the violent urge, but you decided against it. You hated killing, you were sure why you felt the need to. You couldn’t sleep without just one body falling to the ground. You think back to the handsome man on the bus and at the deli, you would love to see the life drain from his eyes as you drank from his neck. You felt the warmth take over your body at the mere thought. He was so handsome it would be a shame to kill him though… If you had it your way you would bring him home, for a night of fun.

You pulled on your little black dress throwing on a coat over it, slipping on your shoes and grabbing your bag before leaving your house. You were met with the chilly air of the night blowing on your legs and chest. You loved the feeling, it was refreshing. Making your way to your favorite bar it wasn’t a secret you were a frequent here. Anyone would know where you were headed if you were on this block dressed like this.

The club was loud, the low lights making it easier to mistake a stranger for a handsome man. You sat in vip lounge, the only place you would sit. You couldn’t get near too many people at once or your nerves would get the best of you. You would become hungry. Hearing the heartbeat of every body in this building was so exhilarating, but overwhelming at the same time. It turned you on to no end, this is why you loved to come here. Sit and prey amongst the unknowing person that might be your snack tonight.

You took multiple shots, no alcohol affected you but it tasted alright. The night was vibrant, filled with men asking for a dance and you denying them until one man in particular asked.

“Oh, it’s you.” You looked at him with hungry eyes.

Baekhyun put on a charming smile, flashing his canines that were un-ironically pointy. “Hello.”

You looked him over, he was dressed in a lose white shirt and fitted jeans that hugged his muscular thighs. Your eyes couldn’t help but to linger on his exposed neck, his shoulders were broad and his neck was slender. He looked like the perfect man to you. You practically purred at the sight of him.

“We meet again.” You step closer, accepting his hand offered. He led you to dance with him to the slow song that was playing. It was a very dirty song at that. It affected you too much, making you dance all over the man, running your hands over his chest then shoulders.

He looked her up and down before landing on her eyes. “I didn’t think we would meet.” He pulls her to him by her waist whispering in her ear, he can see her visibly shiver. “I thought maybe I did lose sight of you. Till now.”

“You have a way with words, I thought you might have been some creep.” You brush his hair from his eyes. “But no creep looks as charming as you, Byun.”

Baekhyun freezes, he doesn’t show any emotion, unsure how to react to this situation. You smile at his still state, rubbing his shoulder.

“How did you know my name?” He tries to laugh it off.

“Your name was on your deli order sheet.” You shake your head. “I wanted to know the name of the handsome man that kept staring at me.”

“I was not staring.” He corrects, “I was simply looking.” He’s not sure how longer he can keep up this facade. He was starting to become frustrated and succumbing to your charm. You were an attractive woman, and Baekhyun did appreciate your beauty.

“How about, you come back with me?” You whisper in his ear, tugging on his arm leading him out the back door of the club.

Baekhyun’s high alert, he’s risking a lot to find out information right now and getting killed would ruin this all. You feel how tense Baekhyun is next to you. It’s probably time. You pin Baekhyun against the wall once you turn into an alley way.

“Listen. I know you were following me.” You say with a frown. “You need to back off, for your own good.”

“I-I-“ Baekhyun can only stutter out from the sheer amount of force you used to push him into the hard fall.

“I know you’re a detective.” You let him go, wrapping your arms around yourself looking away. Baekhyun’s in shock as he takes in your words, how could you possibly know anything but his name? His heart was pounding out of his chest. You could hear it too, the blood pumping in his veins to make his heart pound. The deafening sound.

“Why?” Baekhyun asks quietly, unsure how to approach this.

“Why what?” You look at him, his eyes are looking into yours so deeply you’re taken aback.

“Why do you kill?” His words stung your no longer beating heart. You didn’t want to kill, your violent instinct to kill is what took over you when it happened.

“I…” You trail off. “Come with me.” You say walking a bit before you realize he doesn’t follow you. “Why would I follow you to my death?” Baekhyun says in defense mode.

“If you want to know why I kill you will follow me.” You say in a stern voice, crossing your arms.

Baekhyun weighs his options, something tells him to follow you so he trusts his gut. You lead him back to your apartment, offering him a warm cup of hot chocolate. He had never thought in a million years he would be sitting in a killers living room enjoying a beverage with them.

“Well?” Baekhyun says, impatient. He’s observing your body language for any possible sign as being a threat. He can’t find one so he relaxes. “I want to know the reason for your killings.”

You look to him then down at your cup, “I don’t do it because I want to. I-“ You shake your head. “This is going to sound absolutely insane.” You stand up and reach for Baekhyun’s arm, placing his hand over your heart. Baekhyun’s brows furrow, feeling no thud against your chest.

“What..?”

“I’m not human, I feed off of humans. Not because I want to but because I have to, in order to survive.” You explain, dropping the mans hand. You sit beside him, waiting for a response.

“I-I’ve never…I can’t make sense of this. How is it that- Your heart doesn’t beat? You feed off humans?” Baekhyun’s a stuttering mess trying to figure out what he just heard. You can’t be lying to him either, he felt no heart beat.

You take your fingers and pull back the side of your mouth showing your sharp canines. “Do you get it now?”

Baekhyun struggled to put two and two together till he finally did, he leaned closer to see your teeth. “S-stop.” You say pushing him away. “I don’t want to kill you.”

Baekhyun shivers, “Dont say that, I might throw up.” He clears his throat, clasping his hands in front of him. “So, if I’ve heard this right. You’re a vampire?” He says staring at your closed mouth.

You nod, crossing your arms. “How is it my fault I kill! There is nothing for me to eat, I will starve and die. I-I don’t want to die.” You mumble becoming quiet. “It’s not like I want to.”

Baekhyun can’t think to do what’s right. He should be putting you in hand cuffs and taking you to the station for Jongdae to deal with you. But one the other hand, you’re just a human-no a person trying to survive. Most of the victims killed only died from blood lost, not any trauma to the body. You didn’t beat or torture them, they were left with no blood in their body. He shivered at the thought. He understood weirdly, how your intentions aren’t bad, but instinct.

“Are you going to arrest me or call the cops?” Baekhyun is taken out of his thoughts at your question, his brown eyes finding yours. You look irritated, understandably so. Baekhyun thinks for a second before shaking his head.

“No.”

Your mouth slightly opens in shock, “Why? Wouldn’t your boss or chief be pissed at you?”

Baekhyun shakes his head, “No, not if I lie. I’ll tell him I didn’t find you suspicious. Hopefully he’ll just…drop it I guess.” He looks to you again. “But you,” He pokes a finger into your chest emphasizing his point. “Can not kill anymore.”

Your eyes widen, shaking your head. “B-but if I don’t kill I can’t feed and I’ll die.” You desperately grab his arm, Baekhyun’s taken back for a second.

“Hold on, calm down.” He takes your hand. “What I mean is, you have to get your food somewhere else. Could you explain your process? What happens when you feed from somebody?” Baekhyun asks.

You’re suddenly aware how close you two are and you avoid eye contact. “I… find them at that club and take them back here. They usually want sex. Before that even happens while they’re getting undressed I just bite them…I guess. I get so hungry I take too much and I end up killing them.”

“So there is a way you can feed with out killing?” Baekhyun asks as you trail off. You nod.

“It’s just..so very hard to do that. Especially when you’re hungry.” Your words make Baekhyun look down at his lap. His eyebrows are furrowed and concentrated, he’s thinking hard. A completely absurd thought crosses his mind, his cheeks turn red and his eyes glance at you quickly. It was him or the innocent people walking the streets. It couldn’t hurt to try…Well it would. If this went wrong it would result in his death ultimately.

“How about..” Baekhyun turns to you, in complete seriousness. “How about practicing controlling your urges and hunger.”

You frown, “How can I do that?”

“Me. You can practice on me.” He says in a serious tone, he’s genuinely giving up his body for the better of you.

You shake your head, “No-I would kill you.” Baekhyun leans closer.

“I promise this is what’s best for you. If you want to change you have to start somewhere.” His words pierce your heart, he’s right in every way. You’re just so scared of failing, killing the only person willing to help in front of you. You can hear his soft heart beating, it’s not pounding loudly but calmly. Unlike all the unfortunate souls that have entered your house. It was a nice change, being near someone and not having any feeling of fear elude from them.

You nod hesitantly. “You’re right, I just am scared. This could go so wrong, and I could be in even more trouble.”

Baekhyun understood the consequences, but right now it was the only option that if went correct would solve this problem. He pats your back comfortingly. “Dont worry. If this doesn’t work, the only option left would be to somehow gain access to blood. Maybe a hospital, a donation center? I’m not sure. We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”

Baekhyun’s words are comforting enough for you to exhale the breath you’ve been holding. You look at him finally. “How is this going to work, what do we do first.” You ask.

“Well, when was the last time you… fed?” The question felt strange on Baekhyun’s tongue.

You think for a moment, “Maybe two weeks ago? I was at the deli to see if animal blood would suffice. But no, it’s not the same.” You frown.

Baekhyun nods, “Two weeks is a long time. You must be starving, I’m sorry.” He felt horrible for just sitting here, offering to be your practice blood bag knowing you haven’t eaten in so long. “W-well. Do you want to try now?” He asks, stuttering from nervousness. He’s remaining clam but he is sweating slightly from the anticipation.

Your eyes look from his slender neck to his eyes. You bite your lip, he has such nice tan skin it would be a shame to leave such a nasty bite on it. You nod, you were refusing every instinct in your body to jump his bones right now.

Baekhyun shrugged off his jacket, leaving him in a long sleeved sweater with a low neck. It revealed his neck better. He was unsure how to position himself so he opted for leaning back, letting his head rest on the back of the couch. His bobbing adams apple was on display, along with the veins on the side of his neck. He had such a pretty throat, you thought.

You came back to reality when Baekhyun turned his head to look at you quizzically. “Well, come on.” He turned his head back and closed his eyes. His heart rate picked up when he felt you move closer. He felt your hand rest on his neck, and your breath fanning over his skin. It gave him goosebumps, he felt as if he would vanish into dust if he moved an inch.

You took one look at Baekhyun before licking his neck once, and sinking your teeth into his neck with a satisfying pop. It felt as if you were possessed and taken over as you gulped the blood that felt from his wound. Your mouth filled with his blood, your eyes closed in ecstasy. You’ve never been more satisfied in a person’s blood before. You always preferred the taste of type O, without a doubt Baekhyun had that taste. You knew.

Baekhyun felt the searing pain in his neck and shoulder, it didn’t hurt as much as he expected. His shoulder felt as if it were on fire though, not sure what to do he grunted in pain. “Can you be more gentle.” He pleaded. He didn’t get a response from you, only a hum. “Hey. Y/n..” He calls, he can feel his eyes becoming tired. “When I tell you to quit you stop. Okay? The training will work like this.” He manages to say.

You can hear him speak, his voice right by your ear. It’s intoxicating while you’re feeding. It would be such a sensation to do this while having sex. You pause, stopping yourself from taking another gulp. Your thought of Baekhyun in that light made you feel warm. You almost didn’t hear Baekhyun telling you to stop till you felt his hand on your back. You detached your fangs from his neck, licking over the wound. Baekhyun whined at the sensation. Your saliva should allow the wound to heal faster, you didn’t want to ruin his pretty skin.

Baekhyun doesn’t feel like moving, his body becoming extremely tired. You take notice and look up at his sleepy eyes.

“Hey, do you want me to get you something to drink or eat? I know you won’t be able to go home tonight.” You offer, dabbing his neck with a tissue to wipe off the blood that spilled.

Baekhyun nods, his eyes closed, he feels high. “I would love something to drink.”

You walk to your kitchen quickly, coming back with a glass of sugary juice and a cookie. You always say the blood donators get those after giving blood, you secretly felt like a nurse now. You placed a straw in the glass, and handed him the cookie wrapped in a napkin.

“Thank you.” He says, sipping slowly. “I knew you could do it Y/n.” Baekhyun turns his head with the strength he has. His words make you realize what happened. You stopped feeding on your own will, you didn’t continue drinking after a plea of stop. You didn’t drink until the man passed out or died. The sense of accomplishment you felt made a small find its way on your face.

“I’m sorry though.” You frown, looking at how tired and weak he looks. “You should finish eating and get some sleep. I’ll go get a blanket and pillow.” You stand to retrieve them but Baekhyun stops you.

“You have a little something here.” He points to his lip.

You lick your lips, tasting Baekhyun’s sweet blood on them. You bit your lip before leaving and coming back with a thick blanket and a fluffy pillow.

“Here you go,” You place the pillow at the end of the couch, helping Baekhyun lay down peacefully. He closes his eyes again as his head hits the pillow. “Here, take off your shoes.” You say, but get no response. Your eyes shoot up to his closed one, you rush over and hover your ear above his heart. You hear it still beating and let out the breath you were holding. You frown before taking off his shoes and placing them neatly beside the sofa. You cover him with the blanket, making sure to tuck him in tightly. You felt terrible now, seeing his unconscious body sleeping. You had to tell yourself this was for the better, he was helping you. But he didn’t know this would be the outcome.

You sit in the living room for a while, just watching over Baekhyun as he slept till you felt tired finally. You drifted off to sleep once your head hit your pillow in bed.

Baekhyun woke up from being too warm, he was smothered with three blankets. His brows furrowed after looking around, the was still in your apartment. He needed to check what time it was, he searched for his phone in his pocket. He opened it to see it had been three days since he fell asleep. His eyes widened even further as he saw missed calls from Jongdae and text massages from his coworkers asking about his where abouts. Baekhyun began to sweat even more, throwing the blankets off of his legs.

“Where is she…” He stood slowly, his legs feeling wobbly. He quickly sat back down when he realized he could not walk. “Y/n!” He gathered the strength to shout.

You ran from your bedroom to the living room, a worried look on your face. You were in a stripe pajama set, your hair wild from waking up as well.

“You’re awake! Are you okay?” You rush over to the man, feeling his forehead and neck, he still had a bruise from where you bit him. It made a frown appear on your face.

“How was I asleep for three entire days? My chief is going to kill me when I walk into work!” He’s getting so worked up he feels light headed. You hold him still.

“Hey, its not your fault. It was your body’s way of recovering.. I might have took a little too much. You just tasted so…delicious.” You reassure Baekhyun by patting his arm. “You needed to rest, you were shivering cold I had to cover you with multiple blankets. I didn’t know when you would wake up.”

Baekhyun looks up at you, “I’m not even strong enough to walk properly. What do I do?” His plea causes your heart to break. You never wanted to experience this, taking care of someone you’ve fed from. It was a task to help them regain their strength afterwards.

“I can help you, but… you might not like what I have to do.” Your cheeks tinge a shade of red, Baekhyun catches it and is confused.

“What do you mean? Could you explain it for me?” He asks more calm now.

You take a seat beside him, folding your hands in your lap. “Well..” You begin. “A vampires saliva can heal things very fast, and when I bit you. Do you remember when I licked your skin before and after?” You ask, Baekhyun nods in response, his cheeks burning slightly. “It’s because it dulls the pain, it has healing properties. And after a vampire feeds from a human and the human is in the recovering state…” You’re physically unable to say the line as the embarrassment is too much for you. “T-the vampire will usually kiss the human to heal them and help them recover.”

Your words make Baekhyun’s heart pound out of nervousness. Him? Kissing you? A woman that was way out of his league and not the mention someone he was helping.

“That is very strange.” He manages to say, his eyes darting around the room.

You catch his scent and it’s screaming nervous, you understand. Kissing a stranger you were not in a romantic relationship with would be very weird. You nod in agreement. “Yes…It’s not the way people usually want to take, but it’s the fastest and easiest. Otherwise we would be spending a month helping you recover.” You frown, you definitely did not want to have to take care of a human for that long. Three days was enough! But you couldn’t deny the happiness it brought you to be so full and not have the guilt of killing someone on your chest. The company was nice as well, even if he was asleep for the most of it.

“I’m really sorry, if you don’t want to do that way I can just take care of you here til you’re better-“ Baekhyun cuts you off.

“No, I don’t have time for that. A month from work will have be fired. I-we have to go with the first option.” He clears his throat. “I’m sorry you have to do this, I didn’t think-“

“Dont apologize, this can just be a very platonic kiss ok? You are helping me after all. It feels good not to have killed someone after eating.” You give him a small encouraging smile. “I don’t mind really.” You mumble. Baekhyun nods. “Just close your eyes.”

He does just that and in a second feels your lips on his. He can’t believe how nice they feel before he kisses back. You’re shocked at how good of a kisser he is, he expertly leads your tongue in a dance with his. Platonic your ass, this kiss was satisfying you in more ways than one. You knew you couldn’t be thinking these thoughts. He’s trying to help you, you didn’t want to take advantage of him. Baekhyun can hear the small whine escape your mouth and he freezes for a second. His stomach erupts with butterflies, he feels so high. Your hand finds his jaw, bringing him closer. He can’t help but to bring his hand to your waist as things escalate. You’re brought back to reality when you realize what you’re doing. You pull back slowly, avoiding his eyes that are looking at yours deeply. Baekhyun can feel his strength be regained as he takes in each breath, huffing. The kiss made you both breathless, the both of your chests rising and falling at each exhale.

“I-“ You stutter. “I hope you feel better.” You stand up and offer Baekhyun your hand. “Lets see if you can walk at least.”

Baekhyun stands hesitantly, no longer feeling wobbly in his legs or the lightheadedness he experienced. “I can’t believe it. You were right…” He says surprised. “I can’t believe your saliva can do that! You’re a miracle.” The compliment makes your cheeks burn, you’re hyper aware of Bekhyun’s hand in yours. He looks down at your hands, and he brings your hand in both of his. He squeezes it comfortingly smiling to you. “Thank you. I should get going and explain to my chief before he has my head on a stick. I’ll give you my number, so you can practice okay? Dont feed from anyone, I don’t want you to get out of control.” His words make you blush, you’re staring at him with parted lips and wide eyes. He thinks you look pretty in this moment. He looks around before finding a napkin and a pen, scribbling down his number and hands it to you. You take it, giving hims a small smile.

“Thank you, Baekhyun. For this opportunity, this is the nicest thing someones could have ever done for me.” You can’t explain the gratitude you feel toward him. “Please be safe, drink lots of sugary juice. Dont pass out.” You see him to the door before he waves goodbye. You close it, resting your back against it. A wide smile finds it way on your face before you look back down at the napkin.

Baekhyun makes his way home, calling a cab and being dropped off. He felt energized, he desperately wanted to shower before work. Could he go to work today? He didn’t feel sluggish but who knows about and hour from now? He would decide after his shower. He dried his hair with a towel as he sat on his bed, looking down at his phone. A text from a new number pops up.

“Hey this is Y/n.”

Baekhyun grins, saving your name as “Little Vampire” in his phone. He texts back with a hey and a smiley face. His phone lights up before emitting a ringing sound. Jongdae’s name is displayed across it, making Baekhyun answer immediately.

“H-hello.”

“Byun fucking Baekhyun. Where have you been for the past three days? You never reported back to me.” His stern voice causes Baekhyun to cringe inwardly. He hated being scolded, especially by his chief.

“I can explain, ok. So I went to that club as you know. I got a little alcohol in my system and I spoke with that woman. She invited me to her house and…Jongdae. She isn’t the killer. I looked for as many clues as I could, I was there for those three days. I was trying to sweet talk her, maybe into telling me something. But I got nothing.” Baekhyun lies through his teeth. The phone line is silent before Jongdae laughs.

“Baekhyun you sly dog. I knew you wouldn’t let me down. But I guess that marks her off the suspects, it would be kind of weird to see a woman doing these killings huh?” The fact Jongdae bought Baekhyun’s story in the first place makes Baekhyun hold his breath.

“Yeah I suppose not.” Baekhyun laughs.

“How about we get lunch together today? You don’t have to come into the station, take today off for your great work.” Jongdae offers. Baekhyun nods.

“Of course, and t-thank you so much.” He stutters. “Our usual spot?”

“Yes, always. See you later.” Jongdae hangs up.

Baekhyun exhales, throwing his head back in relief. He couldn’t believe he got away with such a huge lie. It’s not like he’s harming anyone, well maybe the families who want closure and to catch the killer… Baekhyun felt guilty instantly, he knew this was a huge risk, he was laying himself on the line. Why though? Why for this non human being? Baekhyun couldn’t come to a conclusion. He was perplexed by you, you’re whole being…

You yawn, covering your mouth as you read the words on your laptop. You enjoyed reading to pass your time when you weren’t doing anything else. It felt nice and calming to escape to a place by simply reading. You were thinking back to the man who risked his life just to help you. From the kindest of his own heart. It made you grin, he was kind and handsome. He would be the perfect man for someones daughter. You frowned in thought. He would never like something like you, a blood thirsty monster.

You were positive he had a girlfriend or was married, there’s no way a man like him is single. You frowned at the thought, you’ve only met him once, were you growing an attachment to a human? This couldn’t be, not when you swore never to fall in love with a mortal. Your heart ached, you fell in love once, but he was immortal like you. He left you, never looking back. He taught you everything you know now, but none of that mattered to him. He left you for a mortal woman, she died from old age and he stayed the same.

Young and handsome.

You wanted to feel that feeling of love again. When you kisses Baekhyun, it made you feel a sliver of what it was like. Maybe..you could change his mind about you? Maybe you could make him fall in love with you. Show him your charming side and smile. You grin, shaking your head at the silly thought. He’d never love you.

Baekhyun sipped from his beer, listening to Jongdae talk about his wife and kid. Both he men would meet up for lunch once a week for talks, it was a ritual at this point.

“So he’s sitting in the bathroom with the sharpie, drawing on everything.” Jongdae sighs. “It took me hours to clean it all, I swear my wife never needs to let him around markers ever.”

Baekhyun snickered, “That’s kids for you dae.”

Jongdae snorted, “I never signed up for this. He’s a demon.” He joked, taking a bite of what he ordered. “So how’s your love life Baek?” His question causes Baekhyun to shoot him a look.

“Dad I don’t go out, I never have time to. How will I meet someone?” He rolls his eyes. “Besides, I’m not interested in anyone right now..” You flash across Baekhyun’s mind briefly, his cheeks warm at the thought. “Well maybe- I don’t know.” He stutters.

“Oh?” Jongdae shouts. “Come on Baekku tell me all about this mystery woman. Do I know of her?” Jongdae questions him.

Baekhyun curses for even saying anything, “Its not like that, Im just helping her with something-“

“Jesus Christ, does that something involve a hickey?” Jongdae says with wide eyes gesturing toward your neck.

Baekhyun’s eyes widen as well, slapping a hand over his bruised neck. He’d forgotten about it while he was getting dressed. It was slightly sore still, making Baekhyun whine as he smacked it.

“That’s not what it is, I-I-I was lifting and the bar kind of hit me there.” He lied.

Jongdae stares at him, long enough to make him uncomfortable. Baekhyun raises and eyebrow, anticipating his reply.

“You know im not dumb, I know a hickey when I see one.” Jongdae smirks, he smacks Baekhyun’s shoulder shouting. “Ah! Our boy Baekhyun is all grown now!”

“Hey, im older than you.” Baekhyun frowns.

“I’m only teasing you. So? What’s she like? Do you like her?” Jongdae presses.

Baekhyun sighs, he might as well go through with it right? “She’s kind of shy, and attentive, I guess.” Baekhyun could only think of a few thing’s he’s noticed about you.

“Do you like her?” Jongdae repeats, nudging Baekhyun.

He looks at Jongdae, “Yes.” Baekhyun isn’t sure why his answer doesn’t seem completely false. Did he like you? You were beautiful, of course. You were kind and had a nice conscious. Is that all he could think of for a reason?

Jongdae hums happily, “I’m glad you’ve found someone. You deserve her Baekhyun, someone to look after you. Because we all know how hard you’re working.” He shakes his head. “You’ve got to take a break or something. You’ll pass out one of these days from the overload of working yourself to death.”

Baekhyun grins at the thought of you taking care of him. It was a cute scene, Baekhyun resting his head on your lap as you pet his hair. He shakes his head, snapping himself out of his thoughts. What was he thinking? This was a learning lesson for you, he didn’t want to take advantage of that.

Baekhyun’s phone rings in his pocket, he answers without looking. “Hello?”

“Baekhyun?” He hears your voice say. His eyes widen, glancing at Jongdae before turning away.

“Yes? Is something wrong?” He tries so whisper.

“Why are you whispering?”

“I’m at lunch with my friend.”

“Okay… Uh, I was calling to see if maybe you wanted to meet again next week?” The question makes Baekhyun’s stomach do a flip, he’s nervous and excited. Why?

“I-Yeah, that’s fine.” He manages to answer.

“Actually…” You begin, “Could you come over tonight?” Your voice gives Baekhyun goosebumps. He’s froze at how you asked in such a sultry voice.

“Oh, is it that important? I can come tonight, that’s fine.” Baekhyun’s holding back the biggest grin, he’s being invited to your house, at night again?

“Okay, great. Thanks, I’ll let you go.” You smile into the phone.

Baekhyun hung up after saying a goodbye. He felt his heart beating, he couldn’t overcome the feeling of giddiness.

Jongdae notices and instantly perks up, “Well? Did she ask you to dinner or something? Whats got you so smiley?”

Baekhyun didn’t notice he was smiling till he pointed it out, “She invited me over later.” He confesses, no need to hide it now.

“Hmm, be careful. Stay safe.” Jongdae hums, “If you’re this excited now, I can’t imagine what you look like when you’re there.” He laughs.

Baekhyun pouts, “Stop, I will not be like this.”

Jongdae just laughs, he enjoyed teasing Baekhyun especially when this is how he would react. I

It was getting dark outside, the colder air making the air feel crisp. The smell of apples filled your house, you liked to dry and bake them to smell the entire place. It was one of your favorite fall things. You never enjoyed human food, but the smells were amazing. You were nervous for Baekhyun to show up, you weren’t sure why you invited him over so suddenly. You couldn’t stop yourself when you were reaching for your phone and dialing his number. You wanted to see him, the kind man who tasted so good.

You wore cozy clothing, and your slippers. You feet tend to get cold once it turned fall, you never let them hit the ground. You waited on the sofa patiently, watching tv to pass your time. You were itching to see him, it hadn’t been 24 hours since last seeing him. But somehow, you felt a drive to see him and be in his presence.

A knock on the door draws you out of your thoughts. You almost jump at the sound, standing to go answer it. You’re greeted with the puppy eyed man who’s smiling in your direction. “Hey.” He says cooly, you open the door wider, allowing him in.

“Come in.”

You watch as he enters, scanning over his broad back and shoulders. You found it attractive, well built men.

“It smells heavenly in here.” He comments, smelling the dried apples on the counter. “Oh you burn apples as well? My mom used to do that all the time.” You can only stare as he speaks, his voice is so heavenly. You need to get a grip.

“Yes! I love how they smell, it puts me in the mood for fall.” You smile at him.

“So, what was the reason you called me over so randomly?” Baekhyun asks, he was nervous, he had no idea why he was here. Were you hungry already, it had only been three days.

You scratched the back of your head, you could lie or you could just be truthful. “I-I honestly don’t know why I called you. I couldn’t stop myself from dialing your number, and when you picked up I was shocked.” You confess. Baekhyun raises an eyebrow at your words.

“So you just invited me over?” He laughs, his eyes squinting so cutely. “That’s hilarious Y/n.”

Your cheeks are burning at the embarrassment, this man was standing in your kitchen for no reason.

“I wanted to see you.” You mumble, you look down at your feet. “Isn’t that weird?”

Baekhyun looks at you, your closed off stance makes him feel horrible for laughing. Should he be completely honest? “N-No, I felt the same way.”

He can’t believe he’s saying this. “I wanted to see you as well.”

Your cheeks redden at his words, becoming a blushing mess. You turn away, shaking your head. “You can’t just say that to me, I’m going to explode.” You whine, you seriously feel so flustered.

Baekhyun looks at you confused, “Hey! Dont feel embarrassed, we’re experiencing the same feeling. Shouldn’t you be questioning why?”

“I’m not sure why I feel like this. I don’t know how to question the feeling.” You think for a minute, your dig deep in your mind searching for any memory that could explain this. Your eyes widen when you realize. You look at Baekhyun, horrified.

“What?” He says, his brows furrowed worriedly.

“Baekhyun…” You grab his arm.

“What’s wrong Y/n?”

“We….we’re- we are..” You try to piece together your words. “Hey.” Baekhyun grabs a hold of you, making you look into his eyes. “Concentrate on your words.”

“Baekhyun, we’re bound together.”

Baekhyun looks even more confused, “Bound together?”

You feel your eyes become teary, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen it wasn’t my intention. I-I didn’t know.” You sob. Baekhyun was bound to you till he died, or became immortal. You bit him without killing him, drank his blood and watched over him. When you watched over him you kissed him to help heal his wound. That was a vampire’s love spell, the acts themselves bound one person to another.

“Y/n. Please explain, I’m so confused. Please don’t be upset, I’m not mad at you.” Baekhyun frowns, he’s concerned. “That night when you let me feed from you, I didn’t kill you. I took care of you and let you rest, when you woke up I kissed you to help you recover. That combination was a vampire love spell.” You say, looking at your hands, you just chained Baekhyun to you for the rest of his life, without consent. “It means, we’re soulmates till you die. Or become immortal, which is hard to do as a human.” You explain.

Baekhyun’s heart is racing, you can hear it obviously.

“Your heart is pounding.” You comment.

“Y/n I- I understand it’s not your fault.” He begins. “So, how does this work?” He asks.

You shake your head looking up at him. “There are no rules, we are just connected at the hip from now on.” You explain. “There will be days when you feel like you will need to see me, and it will be the same for me. It’s the cause of the spell. It draws the two together, till the two end up together somehow.” You feel terrible. “But I know you must have a girlfriend, or a wife even. This will be horrible for them.”

Baekhyun shakes his head, “No. I don’t.” You’re surprised to say the least. “I don’t have anyone waiting for me at home.

You feel the embarrassment and chose to just ignore it. “So…that means we’re together now.” You mumble, Baekhyun nods. “We have to be together, almost 24/7.” You joke. “Not really, just often. Or else you’ll just feel awful.” You frown, you’ve never experienced the feeling but saw others who never saw the one they were bound to. They suffered, becoming depressed from being separate for too long.

“I’ll make efforts to come here more often,” He says. “Not that I have to when you’re here.” He doesn’t understand why those words fell from his lips. He’s looking at you with those puppy eyes, the brown ones that gave you butterflies.

It’s been a week or two since your moment with Baekhyun in your kitchen, you constantly were thinking about him. How he looked at you, how he spoke to you. You wanted to see him but you knew you would come off as clingy or desperate. So you decided against it. Till you heard your phone ding, signaling a message.

“I’d like to see you today, do you mind coming over?” It read, from Baekhyun. A smile found its way on your lips, you text back immediately.

“I would love to, should I bring anything?” You ask referring to food or a gift. You never really understood being invited to a humans house. Did you need to bring a gift? Or home made food? Your phone dinged as you were in thought. “Just bring yourself.” He typed. It made you giggle, clutching your phone to your chest.

You ran to your shower immediately, when you stepped out you looked at your reflection in the mirror. You looked dead, always. It was something you were insecure about. No one ever seemed to notice, but you’ve seen yourself young and lively before all this immortality took over your life. You tried to smile, cheering yourself up. You got dressed quickly, spraying a few sprits of perfume and sliding on your shoes. Locking the door behind you, you made your way to the street calling a cab.

Arriving shortly at Baekhyun’s you were cold from the cab not having heat. You rushed to his front door, ringing the door bell. You checked out the nice car he had parked out front, his house was nice. You felt almost embarrassed for letting him in your small apartment. Your cheeks and nose were red from the cold. The door opened, Baekhyun poking it head out before pulling you inside.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. Are you cold?” He says frantically, “Do you want a blanket? Sit in front of this heater.” He basically pushes you onto the sofa and wraps you in a blanket before you could say anything.

“Well Hello to you too.” You joke. Baekhyun’s furrowed brows relax, a smile on his face.

“Good evening.” He laughs. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you wait that long.”

“No, it’s not your fault. The taxi didn’t have any heat. I’m freezing.” You say basking in the relief of having a heater by your feet. Baekhyun took off somewhere into his house, returning with slippers.

“Put these on, ill put your shoes by the door.” He practically changes your shoes himself. You’re so intrigued by his boldness, he seemed so shy to be around you the first week you met him.

“Thank you. This feels so nice.” You mumble, you wrap the blanket around yourself up to your cheeks. Baekhyun nods, taking a seat beside you. “So what’s up?” You ask, it comes out muffled by the blanket. Baekhyun laughs, you looked adorable wrapped in the giant blanket.

“I just wanted to see you.” He admits, looking at your eyes, the only thing he could see besides your slippers. “I started feeling sad from not being able to see you. I’ve been really busy at work, it sucks.” He sighs, running a hand down his face. “The cases just keep coming, there’s no end to any of them. Honestly it’s exciting and exhausting.”

You listen as he talks passionately about his profession, you found it cute how his tired puppy eyes were always looking to your eyes when he finished a sentence. You could tell he was always working, the bags under his eyes told you enough.

“Baekhyun?”

“Yes?”

“You need to get more rest.” You gently smile at him, you didn’t want to seem like you were scolding him.

He nods, “I know, it’s just I stay late at work to get more done.” He explains, his eyes close. “I-I asked for you to come over because I wanted to relax finally. Talking to you is calming.”

Your smile widens, “Your words are so romantic.” You tease, you let the blanket fall from around you. Baekhyun’s eyes looked over your figure, he hadn’t even realized what you were wearing before he wrapped you in a blanket. You take notice, resting your hands in your lap you play with your fingers nervously.

Baekhyun grins and stands before walking off to the kitchen, “Do you like hot chocolate?” He asks, opening the fridge door. You hum, thinking.

“I can’t remember if I did.” You say, turning around to watch him. He sat a carton of milk on the counter, fetching two mugs and the cocoa. You watched as he moved around the kitchen, his figure was so handsome. When his arms moved, they flexed when he picked something up. His back would be turned to you and you would admire the broadness of his shoulders. You felt like you were viewing some model, model kitchenware. You giggled at your own joke, causing Baekhyun to look up from stirring your mugs.

“Yeah?” He asks, his brown eyes on you. You shook your head, standing up to come into the kitchen. You leaned on the island counter, watching his hands. They were slender and smooth, long fingers wrapped around a spoon. “I would’ve brought it to you.” He says.

“I wanted to watch.”

Baekhyun watches as your figure is on display for him almost, he can see the roundness of your ass bent over. He tried to deny himself the pleasure of looking, but he couldn’t when you were right there. He closes his eyes briefly, shaking his head. “Hopefully you like almost milk.” He says sliding you a mug. You look at him before picking up the mug, holding it with both hands as you try a sip. You’re surprised you don’t spit it out. It actually taste palatable, nothing as disgusting as human food.

“This is nice.” You comment, “I didn’t think I would be able to like-“ Baekhyun’s suddenly closer to you making you stutter. “I-I don’t really l-like human f-f-food.”

“I love hot chocolate, especially when it’s cold like tonight. And you’re watching a scary movie, cuddling your favorite pillow.” He laughs, his voice is so charming and deep it makes you ache for him. You weren’t sure why you were so horny now of all times. You couldn’t focus on anything but his lips and the way they moved as he spoke. You didn’t notice he had stopped speaking till he called your name.

“Y/n?”

You nod, eyes still on his lips.

Baekhyun licks over his lips, “Whats your answer?” He repeats.

“Oh, huh? What did you ask me?” You break out of your daze, looking into his brown eyes that are so close to you. Baekhyun smirks, reaching up to caress your cheek. You feel yourself drawn even more to him from his touch.

“I didn’t ask anything. I was just testing you.” He brings you closer, slowly. Your eyes dart down to his lips once more before closing the gap between you two.

Baekhyun lets his other hand go to your waist, his lips keeping up with your eager ones. He feels himself smile into the kiss, the dazed look in your eyes made him become confident in his decision. He couldn’t concentrate any better than you could in that moment, both of you admiring each other. You reach up and pull Baekhyun’s soft locks, earning a grunt from him. You felt his hand slide below your waist resting on your hip, pulling you closer. Your bodies were flush together, you felt his hard muscles against you soft body. Baekhyun couldn’t ignore your breast pressed against his chest, it made him groan in pleasure. His hand went even lower, over your ass now. He was so tempted to just grab it without remorse, he was respecting your choice in where this would lead. You pulled back slightly, watching his sleepy eyes open to yours, he looked adorable.

“You’re so cute.” You whispered, admiring his face. “But I really want you right now.” Your voice lowers, it gives Baekhyun chills.

“You could’ve told me sooner baby.” He whispers in your ear, his hand firmly grabs your ass. “I was holding myself back, but now that we’re on the same page here.” He slammed you into the island counter, bending you over it. “I know this is the treatment you’re begging for.” His words make your thighs press together slightly. He notices and laughs, “See?”

“I was too scared to say anything, I didn’t want you to think I came over for sex.” You admit, “It wasn’t until you touched me..”

Baekhyun runs a hand over your back, “As soon as you walked into the kitchen. I felt it.” He hooks his fingers on the hem of your pants. “May I?”

You nod in response, looking back to see his looming figure. He looked fine as hell standing over you with tired eyes. You wanted him in you desperately, to have him fill you up and call you his baby. Over and over again. He slides down your pants, tossing them to the side. Watching as your legs begin to shiver, he lifted a finger to rub you through your panties. You sighed, melting into the counter top. You’ve been so pent up and stressed from the guilt you’ve been holding for so long. You rarely got to release your stress.

“I hear you baby, relax all you want.” He steps closer, you can feel his crotch right up against your ass as he rubs you continuously. Your eyes closed and brows knitted together the faster he went, you could feel his bulge grow against your ass. You felt so little and submissive under him, this was a new feeling you rarely felt. You felt him step away and his fingers leave you, you were about to whine out in protest before you felt him move your panties aside. His mouth pressed against your clit, lapping at you like a puppy. It made you jump so violently Baekhyun grabbed your hips slamming you back down.

You let out a long moan, feeling his tongue do gods work. You would’ve never guessed this man to be so filthy. As you were in thought, Baekhyun smacks your ass. He earns a yelp from you, smiling. You close your thighs around his head as if to punish him, but he doesn’t protest. He licks become slower, agonizingly so. You whine, pushing yourself closer to his mouth, but he refuses to change his speed.

“Please?” Your pleading tone makes Baekhyun’s dick twitch in his pants but he holds himself back. He wants you to fuck yourself on his tongue, he completely lays his tongue flat against your clit.

You’re at your wits end, you feel the orgasm that was building dissipate almost, but you press yourself down on Baekhyun’s tongue. Baekhyun’s hands rest on your hips, he loves feeling the soft skin. He can’t help but to groan into your clit, he’s driving himself crazy along with you. The vibrations cause you to become sensitive, hoisting yourself up on away from his tongue. Baekhyun furrows his brows, chasing after you.

“Ah-Baekhyun, no!” You whine, reaching behind you.

Baekhyun pulls back, admiring the sight before him. Your ass perfectly perched up and your dripping cunt calling his name. How could he have gotten so lucky? He loved every inch he discovered with his hands, tongue or eyes. He stood up, his hand on your hip, he stood behind you again. His bulge pressed right on against your clit this time, you could feel the rough texture of his pants.

“Do you feel that?” He asks, pressing it further into you. You let out a quiet moan, Baekhyun catches it. “I love the noises you make.” He leans down to whisper, your ass is hiked in the air from him leaning over you. You look back at him, you press your hand to his chest. You can feel his heart beating under your palm.

“Are you going to fuck me over a counter?” You ask, his eyes stare into yours. “I’m going to have bruises.” His eyes soften at your words, he would never hurt you intentionally.

“Come here.” He pulls you up and hoists you up to sit on the counter. “How’s this? Better?”

You smile at him “Baekhyun I was only joking.” You watch his lips frown at you. “But I like seeing your face like this.”

His grin returns to his handsome face before he kisses you once more. “I like seeing you like this too.” He admits. “Whining and loud.” His words makes your thighs attempt to press together but can’t because he’s between them. “Hmm, looks like I’m saying the right things.” He chuckles.

“You’re just irresistibly handsome. Dont push it.” You tease.

He slides his hand between you two, sliding his finger between your folds. He grins when you sigh in pleasure, gripping onto his shoulder. He unzips his pants, pulling out his erection. You felt the tip brush over your clit, the feeling gave you chills.

“Fuck.” You moaned as he played with your clit before lining himself up.

“Such a vulgar mouth.” He scolds, pushing himself in. You let out another curse word, and he clicks his tongue at you. “Bad girls don’t get daddy’s cock.” He doesn’t move, stilling inside of you.

“I’m sorry. Please..?” You plea, looking into Baekhyun’s tired eyes.

He leans closer, kissing your forehead. “Good girl.” Baekhyun grants your wish, moving his hips to please you. You could feel every inch of him in this position. Your eyes squeezed shut in bliss, unable to make any sound.

“Baby.” Baekhyun calls, you open your eyes. He caresses your cheek, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. “Open.” He instructs, you part your lips and he rests his thumb on your tongue. You closer your lips around him, his pace picking up from the sight. He feels himself coming closer to his orgasm. You moan around Baekhyun’s thumb, his finger brushing against your fangs. Baekhyun looks up, he had almost forgotten. A smirk makes its way on his lips. He leans in real close.

“Bite me.” He entices.

Your eyes widen, “A-are you sure?” He nods.

“Right here.” He runs his hand over his neck. “I want to feel your teeth in my neck.”

You don’t waste a second before you’re leaning in hovering over his neck. You lick over his skin before sinking your teeth in. Baekhyun grunts, he lifts you off the counter, carrying you to the couch, sitting down with you still on him.

“Fuck.” He sighs as he can hear you gulp, it turns him on. The feel of your tongue swiping over his skin and leaning back up to see his dazed expression. He starts thrusting up into you, holding your hips. Feeding during sex was one of your fantasies you’ve never carried out. But doing it so suddenly made your orgasm come quicker. Baekhyun rubbed your clit with his thumb as he carried the both of you to your orgasms. Baekhyun’s head fell back onto the couch, eyes closed, chest heaving up and down. You slumped over Baekhyun, your head between his neck and shoulder. His hand ran down your back, comfortingly.

“I’m happy I didn’t kill you that night.” You confess to him. “I wouldn’t have gotten to know you.”

Baekhyun’s too tired to respond. He pulls you closer, kissing your temple. “I’m happy I have you.” His words make you smile, you wrap your arms around him.

“Me too.” You kiss his neck where you’d bit him. “I’m sorry about that.”

“Dont be baby, I loved every second of it.”

[shesdreaminginoverdose]

Baekhyun x reader

Yandere fic. This is your warning.

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“Who knows? Maybe I’ll keep you.” 

There comes a time in every life that a major crossroad is reached, a point where two paths diverge as Robert Frost so elegantly put it. Sometimes it's a natural pathway: Do you take this job…or that one? Should I ask that person to dance or stay here with my friends? Do I turn left? Or right?  Other times though, the crossroads are forced upon us by the actions of someone else. 

You lay there, the darkness broken by dancing lights, Baekhyun’s hand travelling up the outside of your thigh, tracing along the edge of your skirt; the lithe fingers you'd admired skimming over the swell of your hip and the dip of your waist. His body followed along the path of his hands, crawling over you, his form hovering, a bare inch away from resting his weight on your smaller frame. You shivered; you were well and truly trapped. Bound by the lights, caged in his arms and captivated by the gleam of his eyes. 

You were tempted to struggle. It would be futile, you knew it would be, but you were tempted. Instead you took a different path. 

"Keep me then."

“I’m home! Are you ready to go?” Baekhyun’s voice echoed through the house, and up the stairs to your bedroom. You hurried to slip on your shoes, standing just as he came bounding through the doorway, his exuberant grin widening at the sight of you waiting for him. Pulling you into his arms, he laid a kiss upon your brow in greeting. “You look divine, my star. Are you excited for tonight?”

You were, if you were being honest, it wasn't often you had dates outside of your home, too many opportunities for oglers and too many people in general. You hated crowds so why bother dealing with them? Home was always the best option, in your opinion. “I set out your favourite shirt and slacks like you asked. You have time for a quick shower if you want before we go.”

“What would I do without you?” Pulling his shirt over his head, he headed towards the en suite, your eyes following the broad expanse of his shoulders as he walked. Cheeky as he always was, he called over his shoulder,  “If you keep staring we won't make it in time for our reservations.” 

You smiled at your own predictability, shoo-ing him off. “Get dressed, I'll be downstairs.”

The smell of blood was strong, the metallic tang of it coating your nose and throat as you watched horrified as Baekhyun strode towards you, the knife in his hands dripping with red. You were paralysed by fear, a deer in headlights as blood coated hands gripped your arm and pulled you forward, twisting you into his arms and making you look towards the grisly sight of your coworker Kyungsoo’s mutilated body. 

“I don’t like violence, my star. Why do you make me do this?” His voice was low in your ear, a warning and a promise. 

“Wha…I didn't make you do anything. Why did you kill him? He didn't do anything!” You may have disliked Kyungsoo and his wandering hands and his unrelenting commentary on your physical attributes, but that didn't mean he needed to die. 

“You need to ask that? He touched you. I saw the look on your face. It made your skin crawl didn't it? Made your stomach roil and churn? I know you and you hated every second of it.” Baekyun wasn't wrong, every time you’d felt Kyungoo’s touch you’d felt slimy, unclean; always returning home with a severe need to shower. “You can't tell me that there isn't some small part of you that feels safer. Feels relieved.” 

“There were other ways of accomplishing that.” Your voice was little more than a broken whisper, but Baekhyun caught your words nevertheless: jerking you around to face him, his tacky hands gripped your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. He leaned in, his tongue rasping along your cheek, collecting the tears that you'd been unaware of and tracing their path back to your eyes. The soft press of his lips to your eyelids was a marked difference from the ferality he’d exhibited over Kyungsoo’s body and you couldn't  help but sob at the gentleness.

“Shh. It's okay. You're alright now.” he cooed, running his hand over your hair, “Just let it out, I know you're not used to being cared for this much. You're mine now and you have to know how far I'll go for you.”

You only cried harder. 

There was something soothing about the drive into the city; the houses and yards flickering by, the stereo on low as Baekhyun sang along, the cool breeze through the window and Baekhyun's hand warm on your thigh. You watched quietly as the buildings got taller and taller, content in your evening going as planned. 

“Stop playing with your necklace, you'll break the chain if you keep tugging at it.” Startled out of your reverie, you quickly let the gold chain fall from your fingers, letting it rest once more at the hollow junction between your neck and your collarbone. He was right, it really was a short chain and, delicate as it was, it could tear so easily. 

“So how was work?” Baekhyun had hired another shopkeeper ages ago, opting to focus on you rather than running the shop on his own. It was sweet of him, especially since it allowed you to spend more time together now that you weren't working any more. But even with a new shopkeeper, Baekhyun still needed to go in once or twice a week. 

“Boring. You weren't there.” 

“Well, somebody has to do the ordering, have you considered letting Sehun learn the process? He’s taken over almost everything else, what’s one more thing?” 

“You miss me when I'm gone don't you?”  Baekhyun teased, poking at your cheek, “Soon, you won't have to, we’ll let Sehun run the shop as manager and we can move to the cabin full time. Just us.”

“Just us.” Your echo was almost silent, but you knew Baekhyun heard you, he always did. 

The shops had been busy, but Baekyun’s home had run out of groceries. It wasn't surprising, two weeks of… getting to know one another had resulted in an empty fridge. Baekhyun had promised to run out after closing his shop…but that was a few days ago and so far he’d neglected to do so. You were frankly tired of pizza. So you'd left the safety of his four walls and set out to get some much needed supplies. 

You weren't sure how he’d react once he’d returned but you wanted to try and build some much needed trust. He hadn't let you out of his sight at all since he’d taken you to his home, leaving you alone only to go to work. It was stifling, you could admit, and you desperately wanted to return to your own job…the leave of absence Baekhyun had insisted you take would only work for so long. People would start to wonder. If they hadn't already. Your phone had been locked away, a distraction he’d called it. You missed your friends, your family, but as he liked to remind you…you’d asked for this. Asked for him.

Juggling the shopping bags, you let yourself back into the apartment, locking the door behind you. Slipping off your shoes, you carried the bags into the kitchen, setting them onto the counter before starting to put them away. You were humming softly to yourself, an earworm you'd picked up from Baekhyun, when you heard the sound of footsteps coming towards the kitchen. The slow measured pace was familiar at this point, Baekhyn walked heavily enough that you could,even after so short a time, tell where he was in the two bedroom flat. This wasn't coming from the front door, you hadn't heard that particular creak. No, this was from your bedroom, the one gifted to you for your use, sparse as it was. It had none of your tchotchkes from your own home, none of the blankets or pillows that defined your comfort, just the bed really and a small dresser. 

“Where’ve you been?” The question seemed harmless enough, though you tensed at the tone. Cold and devoid of the playfulness you’d found in him, it echoed back memories of coloured lights in the dark. It rooted you to the spot, leaving you unable to even turn and face him. 

“At the store. We needed groceries.” You deliberately placed the eggs in the door before turning and grabbing the quart of milk, avoiding Baekhyun's gaze in the process.  

“You left.” The words were hissed at you, surprising you into meeting Baekhyun’s eyes. They had hardened into something feral, cornering you, trapping you in a way not even the Christmas lights had managed. You found yourself backing up, Baekyuhn’s longer legs crossing the small kitchen quickly, leaving you with your back pressing into the counter and him looming over you. 

“Did I tell you you could leave?” You shook your head no, afraid to verbally respond. The last thing you wanted was to set him off. You’d considered he'd be…upset, at your having left the building, but this was a level of aggression you hadn't anticipated. You should have known better than to risk it.  

Ducking your head, unable to continue under his glare, you attempted to placate him, “I just thought I could make a meal for us. Something to share.” Bringing your hands up to rest on his chest, you told him,”It was supposed to be a surprise for you.” 

His posture relaxed slightly at your words and you breathed a small sigh of relief as he grabbed your hands and brought them to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. You'd noticed during your stay that Baekhun was a very tactile man. Always pressing his lips to your cheek, your forehead, the back of your hand. He always had a hand somewhere on you when he was in reach, often pulling you into his lap to cuddle as you talked or watched television. Pressing you further back into the counter, your spine bent unnaturally as Baekhyun held your arms above your head, resting them against the upper cabinets. His free hand grasped your chin forcing you to look up. “At least look me in the eyes when you lie to me.”

You tried to contain the anger that coursed through you, but you sniped back at him, “I'm not lying. I went to the store since you couldn't find the time. I'm not eating pizza yet again.” 

“No. You won't be.” 

“Then can you back up so I can fix us an actual meal?” He took a small step back, but the retort you held on the tip of your tongue was lost in the small shout you gave as Baekhyun bent and tossed you over his shoulder, carrying you upstairs towards the bedrooms. 

“Hey!” You unceremoniously greeted the floor of the spare bedroom, not dropped, but certainly not gently set down either. Scrambling to your feet, you chased after Baekhyun as he exited the room, barely missing having the door shut in your face a second before you reached it. Yanking at the handle you tried to follow, futile as it was. Pounding against the wood, you called for Baekhyun to let you out, only to be met with silence. 

Turning to wait him out on the bed, knowing he couldn't leave you in here forever, you were met with emptiness. Confusion stained your thoughts as you processed the fact that the furniture had gone missing. No bed. No dresser. Your clothes were gone from the now doorless closet.  A short search revealed the only thing left in the room was the door to the ensuite and the basics for hygiene care.  

“Baekhyun!” You renewed your efforts at demanding his attention with vigour. “Baekhyun get back here!” 

He never answered.

The road congestion was frankly atrocious, traffic had stalled for over a half an hour, Baekhyun becoming more and more agitated the longer you’d sat. His pianist's fingers clenched at the steering wheel, knuckles whitening more and more as time crawled along. Reaching over you took one of his hands in yours, smoothing over the strained muscles before intertwining your fingers with his. “We have plenty of time to make the reservation,and if you're worried you can always call and let them know we may be a bit late. They’ll hold the table for us.”

“Right as always my star.”  

It was a relief when traffic started moving again. 

The parking garage was filled almost to capacity when you reached it, but thankfully Baekhyun was able to find one near the top. Helping you out of the vehicle, Baekhyun tucked you into his side, his arm casually slung over your shoulders. You relished in his nearness, the soft clean scent of his cologne teasing your senses as he guided you along the sidewalk. He was animated as you walked, his eyes crinkling as he told some joke or other. Laughing in the appropriate places, you surreptitiously admired the flash of his teeth with each smile. You could admit you carried a certain fondness for the sharp incisors and small overbite. 

“Am I that handsome, my star?” Ducking down he pressed a kiss to your hair, “You only look only at me, right?”

“No one else.”

“Of course not, my pretty star loves me.” Peppering kisses over your face, he caused you to swat ineffectually at his arm to keep him from ruining your makeup. “I love her too, pretty and beautiful and all mine.”

Your cheeks burnt furiously at his words, his compliments always left you feeling overwhelmed with his attentions and you routinely lost the words to express his effect on you. Hiding your face away into his arm, you did what you always did to express your care for him.

You bit him.

His skin was slightly chilled in the twilight, the cool breeze having stolen much of his heat, sinking your teeth into the lower half of his arm; you were gratified to hear the small intake of air from Baekhyun as you found the necessary purchase to leave your own mark on him. It wasn't much, but it was enough. His smile softened and his eyes burned as he tugged you closer. “Come along my star, before you make us later than we already are.”

You were cold. Your bones aching with it. The logs Baekhyun had left for you in the cabin had run out the day before and temperatures had plummeted overnight. You eyed the window casings and the glint of silver nails embedded in them, even tightly sealed as they were, they still managed to let in the cold air. The frost that coated them in swirling fractals hid the snowy wonderland that lay behind the glass. With a sigh you turned to face the wall, burrowing deeper into the blankets. Baekhyun would be back soon. He’d promised. The only reason he wasn't here now was because of Sehun. This was his fault for needing help at the shop….or truly….it was your own for not using the firewood better. There was a whole stack of it on the side of the cabin, waiting to be brought in but Baekhyun wanted you to stay inside, out of the cold, and you would listen. He'd be home soon and he’d bring in more firewood then. In the meantime there was nothing to do but wait and sleep. 

You woke to Baekhyun crawling under the covers behind you, contorting himself around you and wrapping you in his arms. “I'm sorry, my star.”

“Baekhyun?”

“Shh, go back to sleep.” Baekhyun admonished, “I stoked the fire back up. It should get warmer soon.”

“I’m sorry. I should have used the firewood better. Do you have enough of the blanket? You’ll get cold before the fire warms the room.” 

You tried to move, to check the blankets were covering Baekhyun, you were cold yourself, your body shivering at the warmth radiating off of him, so much so that you knew you'd leech any heat his body carried within moments if he wasn't cocooned well enough. However, Baekhyun's strong arms secured you in place, trapped against his chest leaving you with the irrational urge to turn and bury your face in the long line of his neck. You were certain he'd smell of the smoke from the fire, perhaps with the lingering nip of cold from the winter air highlighting the soft clean scent of his preferred soap.  “Stop talking and just…. let me hold you like this for a while…”

“And for the Lady?” 

“She’ll have the scallops special.” Handing over the menus, Baekhyun turned to you in a clear dismissal of the waiter. “I’m thinking, once I get Sehun trained, we could rent out the house. We wouldn't be needing it anymore, and we can use the extra income to upgrade the cabin. It needs another room or two. We may need the space in the future.” 

You were thankful for the private room Baekhyun had reserved, you may have thought you'd misheard for a moment. The quiet meant you were saved from having to ask Baekhyun to repeat himself, you wouldn't want him to think you hadn't been paying him attention. “What would we need more room for?” 

“For this.” The small box was innocuous in its simplicity. Black velvet and small enough to fit in the palm of Baekhyun’s hand, its hinged lid popped open to reveal a platinum band securing  three emerald cut sapphires. It was beautiful. Sparkling like the star he'd claimed you as. You had no words as he took the ring from its resting place, sliding the cool metal onto your ring finger. “We’ve waited long enough, my star.”

He’d taken the heater this time. You’d been back to work for a few weeks, having finally convinced him of its necessity, and you'd been late getting home. It had been fine at first, the residual heat from the rest of the apartment had kept most of the chill off, the loss of the heater acting as a discomfort at best. It was fine, you could handle it. 

Until it wasnt and you couldn't. You'd tried to stave off the inevitable sickness, but you did have to keep clean. Wet hair and a cold room were not compatible companions. Ultimately, you’d needed to call in sick. You were almost afraid you were gonna get fired one of these days. Or that Baekhyun would make you quit. You'd already come off of a long leave of absence already, how would they react to you calling in so soon? Hopefully, it was just a bug and it would pass quickly. 

“Baekhyunah!” you knocked softly on his bedroom door, sucking up your pride to ask for the heater back. You were almost afraid he wouldn't open the door, that he’d ignore you, though, as he opened his door you realized it would have been a kindness. He stood there, the sight of his broad shoulders unhindered by cloth, his hair damp from the shower, staring at you, eyebrow quirked as he waited for you to speak. 

“I…” You had to pause to swallow, your mouth inexplicably dry, grimacing in pain, you managed to croak out the rest of your request. “I think I'm sick….could I please have the heater back?”

The clench of his jaw softened, Baekhyun’s features morphing into concern as he took a closer look at you. Placing the back of his hand against your forehead, he muttered a bit at the warmth he felt there. “You're burning up. Go lay down. I’ll be right back.”

You turned to walk back to your bedroom, unsure of his intentions, but having done what you could to rectify the situation. The firm grip of his hand on your wrist, halted your steps as he tugged you into his bedroom. A soft nudge towards his bed had your brow wrinkling in confusion. “Lay down. I’ll be back.” 

You followed his directions, sinking into the soft embrace of his fleece sheets and the fluff-filled heaven of his pillows. It shouldn't have come as a surprise that the bedding smelled of him, though the sense of safety that enveloped you did leave you reeling for a moment. Or was that the headache? Blatantly ignoring that train of thought, you listened for the sound of Baekhyun’s footsteps, he was puttering around in the downstairs bathroom. Maybe the kitchen. It was hard to tell through the blood pounding in your head.  You almost didn't hear him return, but return he did, carrying with him a shot of cold medicine and a small glass of orange juice. He held the glass steady for you as he urged you to drink. First the bitter syrup and then sickly sweet juice. 

Sleep came quickly after you’d taken them, your dreams fevered and delirious as you slept. When you woke it was to an empty bed, the sheets next to you already cold. Stumbling a bit to Baekhyun’s bathroom, you fumbled through your morning ablutions before making your way carefully downstairs. You were far too tired to be up and about, but you couldn't let Baekhyun handle the cooking. Not if you wanted something edible. 

“You should be in bed. Why aren't you in bed?”

 “I was thirsty.” 

“Sit down. I’ll get you some juice.” Doing as he bid, you sat at the kitchen island, watching him as he grabbed a glass from the cupboard. The lean lines of his muscles pulled taut as he stretched, bunching and shifting under golden skin as he moved around the kitchen. It wasn't the first time you’d found yourself ogling him, despite everything he was still a handsome man. It also wasn't the first time you'd been caught in the act. It was however the first time that Baekhyun had not regarded you with a teasing grin or a ready quip. Instead he set the glass of juice down in front of you alongside your phone. The phone you hadn't seen since Christmas. 

“Feeling better this morning?” His hand drifted across your forehead, brushing back the hair there to better feel your skin. “Still a bit warm. Better call your mother.”

Your heart leapt to your throat at his statement. You’d been missing her for a while, wanting to hear her voice, but Baekhyun had denied you your phone from the start. You were his and didn't need anyone else, so why would he want you to call her now of all times. 

“Baekhyunah….?” You trailed off, unsure of how to frame your question. 

“You cried for her in your sleep.” 

“Oh.”

“Unlock the phone, my star and call her.”  Hesitantly doing as you were told, you noted the lack of notifications on your screen. No missed texts. No calls. Not even a notification from your group chat.  Opening the contacts menu you scrolled down to your mother’s number and pressed dial. One ring. Then two. And another. And another, until finally, it clicked over to voicemail. You didn't bother listening to the automated response. There was a grim satisfaction radiating from Baekhyun as he took the phone from your unresisting fingers. “I told you my star, they don't care for you. I'm the one that's here for you. I'm the one that does. Now drink your juice and go back to bed. You're still sick. I'll call you off work again.”

You nodded dumbly as he spoke, unable to prevent that nagging feeling that he was right, and did as you were told.

The ring felt heavy on your finger, unused as you were to wearing one. You found yourself fiddling with it; twisting it round and round, the once cold metal now warmed by your skin. You were unsettled by the implications and had barely managed to make it through dinner. Thankfully Baekhyun hadn't noticed, or rather, had ignored your disquiet, suggesting a short walk through the nearby park to settle the meal. You'd watched the sun set over the river, your eyes fixed on the water rather than the sky as the sun died and the stars were born. You’d settled into Baekhyun’s embrace with the same ease as always.

You wondered if you could do this. The ring felt like a test. A final hurdle to overcome in the ordeal of loving Baekhyun. 

Turning to face him, you brought your lips up for the expected  kiss, drowning in the taste of him, his arms securing you tightly against the raging flood of emotion. In turns gentle and demanding, he stole your breath with every press of his mouth to yours. You'd come to yearn for this, the affection he bestowed on you. You reward for allowing him to keep you, the only thing you'd come to truly need from life. Him. 

Pulling back from your embrace, Baekhyun beamed down at you. “What was that for?”

As the night grew dark, and you stood under the dimly lit sky breathing in his essence, you gave the only answer you knew. “For keeping me.”

[shesdreaminginoverdose]

Endearment

Summary: “The way she finds even the most simplest parts of life beautiful, is what I admired most about her. She loved to talk about the night sky in detail, and I loved to listen to her voice. She was captivating, truly the most beautiful creation to have walked this Earth, and I find myself extremely lucky to have crossed paths with her.”

Word Count: 2.7k

Content: fluff/sad TW: minor comments about abuse.

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The radiating beam cast down on the still body of water in front of me. It was a quiet, peaceful evening. I could hear the frogs chirping in the distance, crickets almost harmonizing in sync with them. My fingers gently traced circles in the grass next to me as I admired the night sky. What was it like in the mass void above me? Did the stars dance among each other when no one was watching? Did the sun say goodnight to the moon as it set here on Earth? Not knowing these answers was something I will always find beautiful because they will stay a mystery to me. 

The night was young yet the darkness cast over me, so easily. I felt engulfed in the evening, not even noticing the person who had taken a seat next to me. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you.” I glanced over at him, his features soft but eyes bluer than the sea. The way they glistened in the moonlight captivated my attention more than anything. “What are you doing out here alone?” 

“I’m not alone,” I responded. “Do you not hear the frogs?” He let out a soft chuckle, agreeing that I was indeed, not alone. “Why are you out here?” 

“I got bored,” he shrugged. “Work party was going on a little too long so I decided to take a walk and found myself here.”

“You’re about a mile away from the nearest train, are you sure you didn’t get lost?” His eyes never left the moon.

“Something told me to keep going after I reached the train station.” He finally looked down at me who had yet to stop admiring. “Oh, I’m sorry.” 

“Why?” I asked, finally sitting up to meet him at face level. I could see, so vaguely, his cheeks flush a baby pink. “What’s your name?” 

“Satoru. And you?” 

“Y/N.” He was so captivating, the way his eyes connected with him. His smile was gentle, his hair as white as the moon we had met under. I don’t know what had come over me, but it was a peaceful feeling he had brought with him. 

“Do you come here often?” he asked, breaking the silence I didn’t realize we had been sitting in. 

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it? The way the moon reflects on the water? During spring, the flowers around the edges of the lake will bloom and when the moon is full, it’s almost as if they have merged with the water. It’s grown to be a popular spot during the day, even during the middle of winter. But back when I was younger, the nearest shop was 5 miles north. You had to really search for this place to know about it, being engulfed in trees. They chopped the majority of them down though, knowing it would make a good tourist spot.” 

“Did that bother you?” 

“Why would it? Yeah it gets a little loud during the day but why hide something that you know would be admired by many?” I could feel his gaze on me yet for some reason, I was too nervous to look back. Was I talking too much? Am I boring him? I let out a small sigh, laying back down on the blanket I had brought along with me, keeping my sight on the moon above. As the night drew on, Satoru stayed next to me, silent. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but my anxiety grew as the silence continued. I couldn’t take it anymore though, it felt as if it was eating at me. I abruptly stood up, trying not to alarm him with how anxious I was. “I’m sorry for talking your ear off-” 

“Why?” He asked, reaching out, gently grabbing onto my hand. “I think the way you talk is admirable. The way you talk about all of this is.. It’s beautiful.” This time, I could feel my own cheeks flush as he looked up at me. His touch was soft, kind. “Are you going to be here tomorrow?” 

“I wasn’t planning on it-” 

“Come back tomorrow. I’ll make sure to wash your blanket and return it.” 

“Why?” 

“I’m going to stay a little longer, is that alright?” Hours ago, he was a total stranger. But now, he’s asking to borrow the blanket I had brought to sit on and for some reason, I agreed and let him keep it. 

The following night, the moon was slightly covered by dark clouds, stirring a storm as they rolled slowly over the night sky. Considering the weather, I wouldn’t be surprised if he decided not to show up. The air was a bit more crisp tonight as I slowly walked along the gravel sidewalk. I hugged my thin cardigan against my chest, regretting my decision with the outfit I chose. I just wanted to dress a little nicer since I knew who I would be meeting. 

As I approached the familiar spot, he was already sitting there, dressed in a dark gray hoodie, covered by a little bit of a heavier coat. His hair was a little messier than it was the night before. As I admired from a distance, his head slowly turned around, eyes meeting mine. His smile sent shivers down my body, so warm, so welcoming. He got up from his spot, slowly walking over to meet me halfway. His brows furrowed, reaching out and placing both hands on my chilled arms. “You’re freezing.” I didn’t even have time to react before he had placed his heavy coat over my shoulders. His scent was that of a mixture of old spice and some sort of deep cologne fragrance. 

“Sorry, I didn’t realize it was going to be this cold tonight.” 

“You don’t have to apologize. I’m glad I had something to offer.” His smile was so genuine, his words so gentle in the way he spoke. I could feel my heart rate increase, butterflies desperately trying to flee upwards through my body. “I’m glad you decided to come back tonight.” 

“I wanted to see you again.” 

“I wanted to see you, too.” 

We continued to meet every night after that for a week straight, at the same spot under the moon. Every night, he would bring my blanket with him, along with some sort of beverage or snack. We would lay under the stars, talking about whatever would come to mind, so effortlessly. On the days it would rain, we would hide out under the gazebo that stood close  to the water, getting a better view of the waves created by such delicate drops from the sky. 

“Sometimes, when it rains like this, I think of the earth crying for something she has lost. Someone she held dear to her,” I said, looking out towards the body of water in front of us. “The harder it rains, the more pain she feels. I see hurricanes as her rage, so violent and chaotic.” Satoru slowly made his way over, standing directly behind me. I could feel the warmth of his body press up against mine. He laced his arms around my waist, resting his head on my shoulder. I let my body relax in this state, finding comfort in the position he had forced on us. 

“You are so beautiful, Y/N.” I wanted so badly to turn around and see what expression he was making, but he had me locked in place. I didn’t want to fight it, I wanted this moment to last for eternity. The way the world expanded for me in that moment, my heart bursting as if it wanted to leap out of my chest. “I like to think that the earth is crying for us who are living here, day to day. Her tears bring so much life to flowers in the spring, watering crops of all kinds. Without her, how would we as humans flourish?”

It was the way he took interest in what I said, how he processed everything so he could relate. I truly enjoyed these conversations we had, listening and imagining what the world looked like through his eyes. For as long as I could remember, no one has ever taken the time to listen to what I had to say. I was found ‘boring’ and ‘air headed’ with the way I had an opinion on everything I spoke about. He didn’t make me feel those things, he made me feel heard. 

Satoru lifted his head, turning me slowly so I was facing him. He looked nervous, his bottom lip pulled in between his teeth. Not once did he break eye contact with me. It felt as if he wanted to say everything all at once but then nothing at all. Afraid of what would happen if he spoke existence into the universe. So instead, I leaned in for him, pressing my lips gently against his. I could feel his body relax into mine, his lower hand gripping onto my lower back just a little bit tighter. It felt like if he let go in this moment, I would’ve disappeared forever. Our bodies were in sync, igniting such passion as he deepened our kiss. His hands gently explored my body, my own wrapped firmly around his neck. I finally had to pull away to catch my breath, lingering any longer I would’ve gotten light headed.

He pressed his forehead against mine, his eyes tracing my lips as I sat there heavy breathing in hopes to catch my breath. “Can I ask you a question?” 

“Please.” 

“What does love mean to you?” His eyes were fixed on mine, hands gripped firmly around my waist. I didn’t mean to hesitate on the question, but I had never known what love really felt like when it came to another individual. I wasn’t sure how to answer this question truthfully, but one thing I was absolutely sure of, I was absolutely besotted with Saturo.

I let my head dip a little lower, feeling uneasy with such a strong gaze patiently waiting for an answer. “I want to answer you, I really do.” I let out a deep sigh, picking at the dead skin around my fingers as I caved. It was now, or close myself off to someone I had become so enthralled with.  “When I was younger, my mother grew very sick. She was bedridden for most of my childhood which caused a lot of strain on her and my fathers relationship. I wasn’t allowed to visit with her, talk to her through the door, or write her letters. My father grew resentment for her and for our family, inevitably leaving both of us behind. I’m not sure if my mother ever really passed because she was sick. Things got really bad after my father left, she wouldn’t eat, could barely form sentences. Eventually, she was taken from me as well. I feel as if I never really got to know my mom because of the way my father kept us apart so when she passed, of course I was sad, but I had felt that loss long before she died. After that, I jumped around an assortment of foster families, different family members, but none of them ever felt like home. At one point, when I was living with a distant aunt, her husband wasn’t very happy to be taking on another child. I don’t blame him but that never gave him the right to lay his hands on me. It was constant too.” 

I could feel my breath begin to break, shaking as I tried to get past the hardest part. “She never stood up for me, my aunt. She was just as scared of him as I was. It lasted for two years, the constant hiding, staying late at school, finding safe havens away from their home. One day, things became a little too violent and I felt as if my own life would be at risk if I didn’t leave. So, I took all the money I had saved up and moved out, leaving behind the broken childhood my father had graciously gifted me, leaving the abusive home my aunt had opened up and uncle had closed. I made a few friends here and there but my comfort was here. Here, no one could yell or scream at me. I was able to feel human laying in the grass, sun kissing my skin as it slowly moved over me.”

I could taste a hint of salt as I finally realized I had let tears shed as I shared my story. I hadn’t had to talk about what had happened in so long that I had nearly forgotten why I had closed myself off so much from the outside world. Satoru gently placed his hand on my cheek, rubbing his thumb to wipe away the fallen tears. I was embarrassed, uneasy of the information I had shared with the man who has been nothing but kind since the day I met him. I felt extremely drawn to him and the anxiety bubbling up inside me kept telling me that this would be what would push him away. But instead, he pulled me closer, placing his head in the crook of my neck, leaving soft kisses across my shoulder. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. His voice felt faint, uneasy as he tried to form a response. “To think such a loving girl had to endure such pain in order to survive.” 

“I’ve never been able to talk about this with anyone, not that I didn’t have people who would listen, but because I never trusted anyone enough to understand why I am the way that I am. I never gave up hope after what happened, in fact, I was grasping onto it in order to make it out. And for that, I’m grateful.” He lifted his head, his gaze meeting mine, both teary eyed. “I didn’t mean for this to turn out like this. I feel like I kind of ruined the night we had.” 

“No no, please don’t think like that.” He rested his lips against my forehead. His hand traced down my arm, intertwining his fingers with mine. Every touch was so gentle, so comforting. I have never felt so heard, so seen by someone ever in this life I was given. He saw me, he was acknowledging who I was as I stood in front of him, vulnerable. The way my heart raced, the way I looked forward to hearing him speak, the way he relaxed under my touch, I was more than aware of my own feelings for him. 

“You asked me what love meant to me,” I started, taking his face into the palm of my hands. “Love to me is how the moon says goodnight to the sun when dusk hits, how the wet dew covers the early morning grass, bringing it to life. Love is when your heart races with excitement in the eyes of the person who has listened to you, held you, kissed you sweetly on your darkest days. The way that line of fate naturally brings two people together, entwining in a beautiful chaotic knot. It’s like lacing fingers together, your hands getting tangled in my hair. The way the moon reflects into your eyes when you gaze at the stars, love is the aura I feel when I’m with you. I may not have a good understanding of what love may mean between two people but I love the moon, I love the night sky, I love the way the flowers bloom in the spring or when it snows, I love how silent the world becomes when it’s being coated. I find love in almost everything I have examined from afar, including you.”

“Love,” he whispered, taking his hand and tucking my hair behind my ear. “Is shown in a girl who endured the worst in order to find that meaning.The way she finds even the most simplest parts of life beautiful, is what I admired most about her. She loved to talk about the night sky in detail, and I loved to listen to her voice. She was captivating, truly the most beautiful creation to have walked this Earth, and I find myself extremely lucky to have crossed paths with her.”

He leaned down, once more placing his lips on mine, deeply pressing himself against me. It felt as if he pulled me any closer, our bodies would’ve merged into one. This sense of security has become one of my new favorite feelings. He pulled away, the distance never waning. “And I have fallen in love with that girl.”

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Masterlist

(M) - Mature [Minors do NOT read]

(F) - Fluff

(A) - Angst

Let's be honest, almost everything is smut 🤭😏

Stray Kids

Whiplash - Hyunjin x Reader x Felix (M)

Same Time - Changbin x Reader x Lee Know

A Series of Smut - Each Member x Reader

EXO

Mated (1) - Wolf! Sehun x Reader (M) (A)

|__》 Part Two /Finally Mated (Suho Vers.)

Big Cock Boy's - |Fuckboy! Baekhyun x Reader

|__》 Part Two (M)

Evil vs Èvìł - EXO vs X-EXO

|_》 Part Two

That's Okay - Kyungsoo x Reader/Taehyung x Reader

Into The Night - Sex Worker! Kai x Reader

The Good Witch - Baekhyun x Reader

Come To Me - Demon! Kai x Reader

Sweet Dreams - Baekhyun x Succubus! Reader

|____》 Only In Your Dreams - Incubus! Baekhyun x Reader (Part two of Sweet Dreams)

Watch Me - Baekhyun x Cam Girl! Reader

Turn - Baekhyun x Reader

Turn - Chanyeol x Reader

Turn - Junmyeon x Reader

Turn - Jongin x Reader

Turn - BB/KJM/KJN/PCY x Reader

The Ride - Mafia! Baekhyun x Reader

|______》 Part Two

Dirty - Kai x Reader

Party Dress - Baekhyun x Reader

Bodyguard - Baekhyun x Reader ( One | Two )

Torn Apart - Chanyeol x Reader (A)

|_________ Part Two (A)

Years - Chanyeol x Reader (A)

Pedal Bike - Baekhyun x Reader

|_________》 Part Two

Life After Death - Kyungsoo x Reader

Torn Apart - Chanyeol x Reader

|_________》 Part Two

GOT7

Dirty Girl - Jackson Wang x Reader (M) (A)

MONSTA X

Crowned Affair - King! Kihyun x Reader (M) (A)

Birthday Boy - Wonho x Reader (M)

The Comeback - Wonho x Reader (M) (A)

Impure Intentions - Changkyun x Reader (Size Kink!)

Two Is Better - Minhyuk/Kihyun x Reader

Temptations - Wonho x Reader

Vengeance - Assassin! Changkyun x Reader

Neighbour's - Wonho x Reader/Changkyun x Reader

NCT

Monday's - CEO! Lucas x Reader (M)

Stroke Of Luck - Idol! Lucas x Reader (M) (A) (F)

Girl Of Your Dreams - Ten x Succubus! Reader

BIG BANG

Soulmates... Funny Aren't They? - Kwon Jiyong x Reader (M) (A)

|__》 Part Two

Bound To You - Mafia! Jiyong x Reader

|____________》 Part Two

ATEEZ

Yours Again - Junho x Reader

She's Busy Bro - Hongjoong x Reader

Counting Kisses - San x Reader

OTHER GROUPS

Just Love Me - Yandere! Kino x Reader *contains yandere content*

Don't Break Me Again - Rocker! Younghyun x Reader (A)

RANDOM

Last Time - Draco Malfoy x Reader

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Day Eight: Hyunjin

Pairing: Hyunjin x Reader

Warnings: Smut.. noona smut [18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT READ]

Word Count: 1k

Day One: Felix | Day Two: Jeongin | Day Three: Changbin | Day Four: Jisung | Day Five: Lee Know | Day Six: Seungmin | Day Seven: Chan |

If there was one man you would do anything for, it was Hwang Hyunjin. Even though you were older than him in the friend group, he somehow had managed to wrap you around his finger. If he had told you to drop to your knees right now, while a group of you sat around playing games for game night, you would have replied ‘yes sir.’

You were pretty sure he knew this, but you also knew you had him wrapped around your finger. You and Hyunjin had an interesting relationship, friends who flirt a lot, with stolen touches and glances, but neither of you had ever made a move. You were sure it was just for fun on his side, and he didn't really mean anything by it. But you? You'd drop everything for this man.

You sat on the chair, your legs crossed as you moved your player on the board, your skirt not quite long enough to cover all of your thigh and riding up everytime you adjusted. As you laugh at a comment someone else made you feel a pair of eyes on you. You look up, glancing around the room, seeing Hyunjin eyeing up your legs, biting his lip as he eye fucks you. You can feel the blush creep across your face as you take another sip of your drink, the alcohol flowing nicely through your body.

“I'll be right back.” You say, standing up, walking out of the living room and towards the bathroom. You needed a minute because drunk you with a horny Hyunjin was not a good mix and you didn't want to do anything that could ruin the two of you. You stared at yourself in the mirror convincing yourself that he's just drunk and he's just trying to rile you up for fun. You smoothed out your skirt, fixing yourself up before you left the bathroom, turning out the light and walking through the dark hallway. You can hear the laughter in the living room as you get closer until someone comes out from the dark, placing his hand over your mouth, pinning you against the wall. Your eyes adjust to the dark quickly, you see Hyunjin pinning himself against you, his face so close to yours.

“Noona.” He breathes. “Fuck, cant you see what you do to me?” He asks. He opens your shirt, grabbing your tits before dropping down to his knees. He moves his hands under your skirt, pulling your panties down before setting your leg over his shoulder.

“W-what are you doing?” You gasp, your hands trying to grip the wall as he licks a long strip up your pussy.

“Tell me you don't want this and we can both walk out of here..but if you do shut the fuck up and cum on my face.” He breathes. You nod your head yes before you place your hand over your mouth, knowing you've wanted this for so long. He moves back between your legs. Hyunjin latches his lips to your clit, sucking harshly as he inserts two fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out of your already soaked pussy. Hyunjin takes his other hand, roaming your body with it, grabbing onto whatever part of you he can as he licks and slurps in your cunt. You squeeze your eyes closed, running your hands through his hair, grabbing on tightly to grind yourself on his face.

“Fuck.” You pant. “Right there.” You cry, trying to keep your voice low. The anticipation of knowing someone could come around the corner at any second was so fucking thrilling. Hyunjin flicks your clit with his tongue, aggressively ramming his fingers into you, trying to make you cum as fast as he can. He knew the two of you didn't have much time but he couldn't wait any longer for you.

“Shit.. I'm cumming.” You gasp, losing control of your body as your orgasm jolts through your body. You weakly take your leg from his shoulder, breathing heavily as he stands up, turning you around. You can hear him undoing his belt buckle behind you, pulling his pants down just enough to slip his cock out.

He presses his chest against your back as he kicks your feet apart, breathing into your ear as he slides his thick cock inside of you. You gasp loudly, making him slap his hand over your mouth. “I'm sorry Noona, this is gonna be quick.” He grunts, pushing himself deeper in you. His lips brush your ear, he quietly pants and moans into your ear with each thrust. His mouth roams your shoulder and neck as he shoves his cock into you.

“Where's Y/N and Hyunjin?” You can hear someone ask. It only made you wetter as Hyunjin picks up his pace, fucking you harder.

“Pussy so tight.” He whispers into your ear, moving his hand down from your mouth to wrap it around your neck. You lean your head back against him, giving him better access to squeeze. He tightly grips your neck, fucking you faster, breathy moans falling around the two of you.

“I'm gonna fucking cum.” He groans, releasing his hot, thick load into your cunt, pressing you into the wall even harder as he comes down from his high.

Hyunjin pulls his cock from inside of you, turning you around, kissing you hard. “I'm not even close to being done with you.” He breathes. “Go to my room, I'll be right there.” He says, adjusting himself. You do as you're told, heading to his room and you lay down on the bed, legs spread with his cum seeping out of you. Hyunjin heads to the living room, a grin spread across his face.

“Where's Y/N?” Chan asks. “Why are you all happy?”

“I'm not even gonna lie to you guys. I just fucked Y/N in the hallway and we're just getting started.. so turn the music up.” He laughs, turning around to head to his room. He walks in, closing the door behind him, seeing you spread out on his bed waiting for him.

“Ready for round two?”

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Koi to Uso/Love and Lies DVD Covers

(Guess who likes over analyzing DVD Covers! That’s right, I do!)

Note: I didn’t put anything for the flowers because I didn’t want to deal with looking exactly what type of flower it is. If you know the flowers, you can write it if you reblog this post or message me and I’ll make sure to add it in and credit you :)

Misaki Takasaki

Covering most of the Lies and a bit of the Love

Red String is behind her body signifying that she is hiding secrets about her love/life

Facing towards the audience but has her body facing towards the side: Has secrets despite not looking like it.

Is the only one that looks remotely sure of what is going on- Signifies that she knows the most.

Hands have index fingers crossed together- Has secrets she hasn’t/won’t tell yet, Keeps her mouth closed.

Index Finger(s): Leader, Influence, Stand One’s Ground, Associated with Jupiter

Blue: Stability, trustworthy, tranquility. Blue is typically the color of peace and stability. Deep blues tend to be more ‘trust’ based colors, while lighter blues are signs of peace, quiet, and tranquility (think ‘ocean’).

Nejima Yukari

Covering most of the Love and none of the Lies

Red Strings is wrapped around his head, signifying him being “trapped” in a love triangle

Has his head and body slightly turned away from the audience but is still looking at them, also is slouching which signifies his indecisiveness over who to pick and his lack of confidence.

Has a confused expression: Can’t decide who to pick.

Hands are lying as if he is holding something in both of them without gripping them: Misaki’s and Lilina’s love for him.

Green: Green is the color of healing, nature, balance, and good health, and when we associate green with love, it is on a global level. Green speaks to our desire to foster understanding and acceptance between people and to see the potential value and goodness of each person.

Lilina Sanada

Covering the &/And a tiny bit of the Lies.

Holding her Red String which signifies that she knows about it and wants to/needs to get rid of it

Has her back and head facing towards the audience but has an uneasy/unsure face which signifies her dilemma over being in love with Yukari.

Hands are barely touching as it is only the two middle fingers that are actually touching: Her refusal to see that she wants to be with Nejima and that she knows they are in love with each other.

Middle Finger(s): Represent balance and responsibility, and is associated with Saturn.

Pink: Both red and pink represent love. The color red represents heat and passion, while the color pink represents romance and charm. Hot pink is used to communicate playfulness, while light pink is used to communicate tenderness.

Nisaka Yuusuke

Covers most of the Love and none of the Lies.

Does not have a Red String attached to his pinky finger, so him grabbing it signifies his inability to be with Nejima.

Has back to the audience but has head turned to see them as well- signifies that he has secrets and wants to share them despite not being able to.

Has a pained expression: Signifies his one-sided love for Nejima.

Both hands are raised up on either side as if placing it on his ears- Not wanting to deal with his love and accepting himself.

Purple: Light purple hues represent feminine energy and delicacy, as well as romantic and nostalgic feelings. Dark purple hues evoke feelings of gloom, sadness, and frustration. Bright purple hues suggest riches and royalty.

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Koi to Uso

Episode 12 end card by Tsumugi Musawo

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i could start fires with what i feel for you 🔥

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Sundered 8: BRAKES

Pairing: Gojo x reader

• Part 1  |  Part 2   | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 |  …+

Genre: Angst

tags/cw: angst, babydaddy!gojo, babymomma!reader, motherhood, insecurities, arguments

word count: 6.7k

But sometimes, the best isn’t what our heart wants; the perfect isn’t what our heart seeks.

“Did you find it?” Before Satoru could even answer, you came jogging in. Your gaze shifted between him and Toji, curious as you noticed the awkward silence that took over when you approached. Or…has it been there before you came? “What is it?” You asked, puzzled. Walking inside, your eyes met Satoru’s. He shook his head, giving a small smile before answering.

“Nothing. Toji was just saying that we should check Yui’s things to make sure we didn’t forget anything else.” You could see his Adam's apple bob up and down, eyes half blinking. “Well yeah, I did. Her extra shirt was still on the hanger. I ironed it earlier.” You walked past him, smiling at Toji before you jogged upstairs, making the two men relax.

“Y-yeah, of course. I could free my schedule, just tell me the details.” Satoru’s voice was much lower; quieter when he was sure that you were out of earshot. Toji nodded, blinking as he took a deep breath. “I’m glad you didn’t tell her.” Satoru doesn’t know why he hid it from you, but he felt like it would only worry you. 

But could he really not tell you about it? He doesn’t want to lie to you.

“You know, it could only worry her; she probably doesn’t even trust us in the same room together.” He added as if sensing Satoru’s doubts. He’s got a point, but still, Satoru wants your relationship to be transparent. Yes, he still hasn’t told you about what happened with Naomi and his mother but that’s a different case.

“Just send me when and where.” Satoru took a deep breath, pulling out a calling card before quickly handing it to Toji as he kept an eye on the hallway to make sure you didn’t see any of it. “Though, she probably won’t be happy about not being informed of this-” Footsteps can be heard as you appear with the clothing item in your hand.

“Why didn’t you go to Yui? Let’s go.” You gave Toji a quick kiss and goodbye before walking out the door, looking back at him just to make sure that he was already after you. And he is, but not without glancing at Toji who only nodded at him. “I was waiting for you, I could see the car from there.” He explained, opening the car door for you.

“Yaaaay Mama! Dada!” The little girl put her hands up, opening and closing her chubby fingers, “Nummy!” She squealed louder as Satoru wiggled the pacifier in his hands, legs kicking as she desperately tried to grab it. “What’s my name?” He tried to keep the object away from her.

“Toru! Dada Toru!” She pushed on her chair, trying to move closer to her dad. Satoru laughed, letting her take the pacifier in her small hands. “Here’s your Nummy.” He cooed before putting on his seatbelt, ready to drive. You looked at him through the rearview mirror, meeting his gaze for a split second before you looked away.

“What is it?” He asked you, raising his brows as he drove. You shook your head, “Nothing, I was just…I was wondering if you and Toji get along well now.” You didn’t really want to ask this to Toji because he still gets grumpy at the mere mention of Satoru’s name in your conversations, which can’t be helped since they’re almost always about Yui.

“I think…” He let out a small laugh at the end of his short answer.  For a second, he thought about telling you of his conversation with Toji but— ‘It could only worry her.’ His words reverberated in his head, making him bite his lip, waiting for your reaction. “Okay. It’ll get better, I guess.” You let out a large breath, lightly slapping your thighs with your hands.

“I’ll… I’m really trying to be less annoying to him. I know that it’s uncomfortable for the both of you.” He was trying to find the right words to assure you. He doesn’t want you to think that he’s threatening your new relationship. Your new happiness.

“And that he probably doesn’t even want you around me even for a minute and that’s why I was saying that we should lessen—” You turned to look at him, making him pause as he quickly glanced at you. He was worried that he may have said something wrong or hurtful to you. That’s the last thing he wants.

“Satoru.” You licked your lips, feeling bad that he was probably feeling the same way you did when he was still with Naomi. Probably much worse because he’s also regretting so many things at the same time. “We don’t have to do that. We do it for Yui, I could talk about it with Toji. I will.” You start to look back on how your ‘talks’ with him went.

But if it’s for Yui, you’re determined to make him understand and make all of this work.

“We can’t give Yui the family she deserves.” The words tasted bitter on your tongue as you leaned your elbow on the car window, massaging your temple. “But I don’t want her to feel that.” Thinking about the time scares you; how fast it goes, how quickly it changes. You fear that you’ll wake up one day and you won’t have answers to her questions.

“Hey…” You felt a hand on yours, noticing the car stop. You turned your head at Satoru, only noticing how blurry your vision has gotten. “You’re already doing so many things for her. She won’t feel that. That’s why I’m still here. You don’t have to shoulder this alone even if we’re not with each other.”

In Satoru’s head, he doesn’t like that you’re not with each other. But if that’s what heals you from everything he’s put you through, then so be it. But that doesn’t mean that he won’t be there for you; only heaven knows how much he wants to give you everything if only you allow it. 

But he’s not that lucky anymore.

It took you a minute to snatch your hand away, probably just needing the warmth that it provided you in that vulnerable time, but you still did. “Sorry,” He murmured as you turned away, wiping under your eyes quickly. “Did you have breakfast? I’ll get us something.” He cleared his throat, thinking about how Toji probably cooked breakfast for you.

“I’ll just have coffee–“ You sat up straight, getting cut off by your baby as she struggled to get out of her seat. “Mama! Ma!” She whined, kicking her feet as she reached up to you and pointing outside. “Do you want something, Miss?” Turning her attention to Satoru. “She wants to go inside.” You spoke, removing your seatbelt.

“Alright, come on.” You stepped out of the car to get her, letting Satoru take her small bag. She squealed at the drawing of the cartoon on the wall, making you kiss her cheek. “That’s why she wanted to go inside.” Satoru laughed, letting you walk in first. Greeted by the employee as you scanned their menu, your daughter started pointing.

“Such a cute baby,” An old woman beside you said, “Looks very much like the Dad.” She laughed, making Satoru pat the little girl’s head, proud. “Thank you, Ma’am. She’s a mini of him.” You joked, allowing the old lady to play with your child as you conversed with the employee.

For some reason, the interaction made you feel warm. It’s been a while since you felt like this when going out with them. You used to avoid these situations with him due to how things were, but lately, your guard’s been down around him. Maybe it’s because you can see with your own eyes how much he changed. 

If only he was like this before, would things have been better?

“How old is she?” The old woman’s voice sounded far, drowned by your thoughts. “She’s 2, ma’am.” You could feel Satoru’s hand on your shoulder, snapping you out of your trance. Your eyes met his, overflowing with concern as he tried to keep a conversation with the woman until she left.

“You ok?” He spoke, adjusting Yui on the baby seat. “You zoned out earlier.” He made sure to pull the chair for you before going to his. Shaking your head, you gave a small smile, “It’s nothing, just trying to recall if I packed everything she needs.” It wasn’t convincing, but Satoru felt like he’d be meddling too much if he asked further.

Maybe he really should not add up to the things you’re worrying about.

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“What is it about?” Satoru’s fingers tapped on his jeans, nervous as to what his baby mama's boyfriend was about to ask him. He was worried that it’d have something to do with the time he spent around you. Satoru isn’t sure if it’s possible to reduce that since you have a daughter.

“You know, to be honest, I just want to know how you see things.” Toji started, putting down his mug. “I know what happened between you and Y/N before I came along but I want to know what you were planning to do if I didn’t appear.” Satoru was confused as to why he was asking all of it but his brain started to think back to it, nonetheless.

At that time, he was thinking about marrying Naomi. He saw it as an assurance that he was doing so much better; convinced that she was truly the one for him. Spending a year with her, he was sure that she was the better person for him. What with his daughter calling her mom, he thought that maybe it could put an end to most of his problems with you.

Recalling all of this just made him realize how much worse things could’ve been.

Seeing the pain in your eyes the moment those hurtful words came out of his mouth set all of these plans on fire. You looked shattered; like the tiniest glimmer of hope in your eyes died along with your aching heart, hearing that the man you love regrets everything he had with you. 

It almost felt like stepping so abruptly on the brakes that he hit his head from the impact. When you crumbled in front of him that day, you were bare to Satoru. All the feelings, all the pain that you held in your heart were presented before him.

Satoru remembered thinking about why you were like that with him, why you acted indifferent. 'She has always loved me this much. She was just hurt.' And it broke him too. A couple of days after that, he tried. He tried to tell himself that it was just the emotions, that it was just the guilt eating him up and that’s why he couldn’t see anything but you. 

But he caught himself thinking about how he’d like to put you back together again piece by piece if he was given a chance.

He didn’t think too much of it; just a poor interpretation of his feelings towards your pain. He thought about his loving girlfriend, he reminded himself that there was someone who willingly put up with him when he was a mess. That’s how it always went. That’s how he pushed the thoughts of you away. With her, her words, her touch, her body.

But it’s never enough when he thinks about how you probably cry yourself to sleep at night, thinking about why you weren’t enough to get the same treatment that he was giving her. That’s when his plans started to falter; like a building threatening to crumble, dust began to shower down on them.

The day he went to your house, he found himself fixing his collar, and his hair, thinking about the words to say to you. And if you’re not there, he thought of ways to get to you. But there Toji stood. With a smug look on his face and marks all over his neck that scream “I just fucked the girl you dreamt about last night.” 

That day he wanted to ask him directly what the fuck he think he’s doing, but that wouldn’t seem right, knowing that Satoru’s nothing but a baby daddy to you. That day was a deja vu. All the events that happened between the two of you are being shown to him, and it seems like he’s feeling the pain threefold.

After that, Satoru tried. He tried to tell himself that he just got upset because of how disrespectful Toji was acting. He just couldn’t stand that he acted as if he owned everything in that place, even flexing the hickeys you gave him the other night.

He thought that was the worst he could see that day but for some reason, seeing you in that shirt with marks on your collarbones triggered something in him. A question he didn’t see coming popped up in his brain and along with it was the guilt that he felt for his girlfriend: 

Am I too late?

The next thing he knew he was getting up and getting ready for when you pick Yui up from his place. He caught himself pulling at his clothes and pushing his hair back as he waited for you to open your door; like a teenage boy waiting for his crush. He denied himself that he wanted to look good; to look better for you.

Until it all sank in; until he couldn’t handle it any longer. Each time he sees you with Toji, doing things that you should be doing with him, he gets pushed a bit more. He was already getting pulled back towards you again even before he came along but now that he’s beside you, it felt like Satoru’s spiraling back to you at the speed of light.

Then, that night happened. When all the bands that he used to stop himself snapped.

“I would appreciate it if we could be honest with each other. This could greatly affect the decisions I’m about to make.” Toji’s serious voice interrupted Satoru’s memories. He blinked, clearing his vision of him. He stared at the cup with a grim expression, which made Satoru realize the weight of the conversation.

This is not just a conversation, Satoru thought, licking his lips before speaking again.

“I’d…Back then, I was denying what I wanted. I…I was trying to get her back. Not just to make up for all that I said and done.” He rubbed his palms on his pants, seeing Toji lean back on his office chair. “I had a girlfriend, then. Naomi. I didn’t really want to admit to myself that my heart wants to get back with Y/N when I’m with someone so good to me.” He shook his head.

Satoru’s disappointment and anger about what happened between him and Naomi felt like a ton on his chest. She was a good woman to him and it’s true, but thinking about how everything aged; he can’t even bear the thought of her and his memories with her. It’s just sad that it had to end that way.

He can’t help but to blame himself for the actions that she took. He could’ve written a better ending for them.

Satoru heard Toji sigh as he straightened his legs under his table, crossing his arms as he nodded for Satoru to continue. “Then, you appeared. And I don’t know. I don’t even know how it happened but everything that I was feeling about her was rushing into me faster than it used to and maybe…” Satoru panted, shrugging as he gestured with his hands.

He couldn’t believe that he was really talking about this to his baby momma's boyfriend. “It just got me desperate. I told myself I was too slow and I lost my chance and I really did but…” He looked at Toji, wanting to convey his sincerity. “I just want her to be happy. I feel like all I did was ruin things for her. I don’t want to ruin what she has with you.”

It was a tough thing to say for Satoru. The words felt like shards of glass in his heart. It’s not what he wants but if it’s what he must do then he’ll do it. Toji’s silence got him wondering if he was pissed or relieved that Satoru was aware that he was not getting you back as long as he was there. But in Toji’s mind, that’s not the case.

“So you’re saying that you wanted to get her back even before she got with me?” He blinked slowly, trying to comprehend Satoru’s words. “I thought you only started to want her back because you don’t want to see her with someone else.” He didn’t bother filtering the words. He can’t think of a better way to put this.

“It’s always her. Even if I end up with someone else, I need her to know that I had always wanted it to be her.” 

Toji didn’t think that Satoru would be this transparent to him about his feelings towards you. There was an eerie look in his eyes as he stared at the open window, a defeated look plastered on his face. 

“If I didn’t enter the story, would you still be doing all of this for her now?” Satoru’s eyes were back at him, nodding as he sat straight. “Yes. It would probably take longer than it did but I’m sure that I was bound to fall back into her at some point.” Toji’s brows furrowed, trying to think of what the situation would be like if it were like that.

“Weren’t you planning to marry Naomi?” Satoru chuckled bitterly, considering it another poor and rash decision that he made. “I was. Before I fought with Y/N.” Before he found that small light of hope in your eyes. Before he realized that not all of it was lost.

Toji laughed, rubbing his face with his palm as everything that had been going on sank in. He’s talking with his girlfriend’s ex. And he’s telling him all of this. Like it’s the most natural thing to do. He sighed, swallowing as he bit his lip, feeling himself getting agitated by the second. 

“I know I said I’d appreciate honesty, but I didn’t think you’d actually say all that to my face.” He chuckled bitterly, recalling every sentiment he just said about you. “I’m her boyfriend. Her new man.” His chest heaved, blinking to allow himself to calm down. He’s the one who asked for this to happen, so why’s he the one getting pissed now?

“What do you want me to say?” Satoru’s voice was calm, looking away from Toji’s piercing glare. “You should’ve just told me to fuck off and stay away, though the latter one’s not possible because Y/N and I have a child.” Satoru sat up straight, as if getting ready to be kicked out. Toji’s jaw tightened visibly at the words.

Not because they’re insulting but because they’re right.

That’s what he wanted to do. He thought that if he couldn’t get you away from Satoru then maybe Satoru could just stay away from you. But obviously, it isn’t just some responsibility for him. Satoru isn’t the type of guy to just send money for his child. He’s not the type of guy to be just happy that his child knows he exists somewhere.

He wants to be present; to be there for Yui and watch her grow. He wants to be with her but of course, your circumstances wouldn’t allow that. Maybe this isn’t as easy as Toji thought it’d be and that’s what makes him mad. 

“Toji, I know we’re not on the best of terms with each other, but what are you trying to get with this?” Toji didn’t like how he asked it. It made him sound like a villain and that’s the last thing he wants. 

Is he getting so desperate that he allows himself to seem like one? “I agreed to this without knowing what you’re planning to do, I’m just here to be honest to you. Really.” Satoru wanted to ease the tension between the two of them for your sake. 

He knows that you’re still very uncomfortable with the two of them being around each other and that you’re also thinking about how to make it better. He thought that this “conversation” would help.

“Do you really love her? Or did you just learn to love her for your child?” Toji gave his all to sound composed, scratching the edges of his thumb with his index finger. “I don’t remember telling myself that I have to love her. I just know that I love her.” Toji could hear his teeth grind against one another; his frustration starting to surface.

“Look, if you want to hear from me that I am not trying to take Y/N away from you then, I’ll just say that.” Toji remained silent, forgetting what this meeting is supposed to be and how it’s supposed to go. He’s bothered by this ever since he fought with you, but he cannot let that cloud his mind of what he would deem to be right. 

And obviously, that’s not what’s happening right now.

“But you can’t tell me not to love her when even I myself can’t control that.” You weren’t lying when you said that this man changed a lot. It felt like this is the most mature Toji’s ever heard him talk.

 “To feel that is one thing but to act upon it is another and I don’t plan on doing that.” Satoru wondered if you’ve been arguing about this with him, probably why he’s like this. He remembered your problem with him constantly mentioning his wife in whatever you do but after that, you never really told him anything about it anymore.

He didn’t try to pry even when it felt like your mind was always somewhere else because he didn't want to seem like he’s taking advantage of the situation.

“Well, it’s good that I don’t have to remind you.” Toji murmured, tilting his head as he furrowed his brows. Looking away, he pulled at his collar with his finger. The man in front of him looks nothing like a threat. Yet, he can’t find it in him to let it go.

Probably because deep down, he knows that this is not a one sided problem.

“I won’t ask you to stay away from Yui. I’m a father too. I just needed to hear this all from you, Satoru.” He opened a drawer, taking out a packet of cigarettes before putting one between his lips. The fire from the lighter lit up a portion of his face, inhaling only to let out smoke from one side of his mouth. “Why?” Satoru asked, leaning back.

“I don’t know. So, I could do better I guess?” Toji chuckled, making the other man’s brow bump with each other; not with anger but with an irritating confusion.Just as he was about to ask, Toji answered his question. “We didn’t fight. There’s just nothing left to do about it. Guess we gotta put extra effort.” 

With that he stood up, signaling that he’s already over this conversation. And Satoru sat there, still in the dark with his intention. Does he have some kind of mic here that recorded what he just said? Satoru doesn’t care. 

What he said was the truth, and it would be too funny to suspect Toji of some kind of evil plan when he’s literally the one who got heated up.

“I hope to work with you better, Satoru. After all, we love the same woman.” With that, he walked to the door to leave but not before Satoru could say a word. “Just take care of her for me. I’m sure she wants it from you.” It came out softer than he intended to. He looked down at his hands as they played with one another; defeated.

He didn’t hear a sigh from Toji. The sound of the door closing was the only signal that he already left. Clicking his tongue, Satoru stood up before running his fingers through his hair. He wonders if it’d be right to ask you about your situation with Toji. He wonders if you also want him to adjust. 

He wonders if he’s just a nuisance in your life right now. Like how he made you feel before. 

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“She should start when she’s like four. Or five.” Toji put Yui’s bag down on the couch as they ran around him. The kids were still not tired enough to calm down after a whole day of swimming. Their cheeks are all red from the sun and you mentally noted to put aloe gel on her face before bed.

“Megumi will start next year?” You asked him, hearing a hum as his gaze followed the two kids who ran to your daughter’s room. “‘Gumi we’ll be going in a few, don’t fall asleep!” Toji called to the little boy who only stared at him from a distance before turning away. You felt a pair of hands pull you as Toji sat you on his lap.

“Did you have your own fun too?” He teased, squeezing your thigh as he kissed your cheek. Your mind went back to the other day. It has been a while since the two of you did it due to busy schedules. You admit that you felt like you and Toji are still being extra careful with a few topics but this past few days was a breather. 

“Mhm, definitely did.” You whispered to his lips, feeling his teeth bite your bottom one as he kissed you. You don’t know when it started but things started to feel a bit different between you and Toji and you don’t know if it’s because he’s starting to drop his worries for you and Satoru or if it’s because he’s just tired of thinking about it.

You were gonna talk to him regarding that but this weekend kind of assured you that it’s all going fine. As for you, you’re trying your best to adjust. You told yourself a thousand times that you had to think about Toji too and not just yourself but for some reason, you still find yourself questioning how you should do some things. 

That’s not a good sign but you thought that maybe you could just take one step at a time. Toji’s making adjustments for you and you can’t just let him do all that work. The only thing you’re fearing is if it’s gonna burn out the two of you sooner or later.

It’s not that your relationship with him is not sturdy, but it’s still young. There are still so many things that the two of you might go through. You’re afraid that all of these are just taking a toll on both of you and one blow from a different direction might just take you down immediately if it ever lands.

Toji stayed for about half an hour before calling Megumi who definitely fell asleep on Yui’s bed. Meanwhile, your little girl was sitting beside her big bear, whining about the burns on her face, begging you to call her Dada. 

“We’ll just put medicine on it, okay?” She stomped her little legs, pulling at your shirt to pick her up. “It’s because you won’t let me put sunscreen on your face properly earlier.” You clicked your tongue, letting her sob on your shoulder. “Dada…” She wiggled in your arms, a small hand holding her cheek.

“Just give Satoru a call. Or get him to come over. She probably misses him.” Toji picked his son up. The latter option shocked you a bit because you didn’t expect him to actually suggest the man he’s so uncomfortable with to come over and be around you. Even if it’s not for you, you still didn’t see it coming out of his mouth, especially after all the fights you had.

“They’ll meet in a day, anyway so it’s—” You started but he cut you off by talking to Yui. “Dada will come over, it’s okay. Stop crying.” The toddler’s cries softened to sniffles as she looked up at him. His hand patted her head, before turning to you to give you a kiss on the forehead. “She needs him right now. You know how kids are.” 

The gesture made you feel a bit sad. You’re aware that this is not about the two of you but still, you know how he is when it comes to Satoru being with you. “You shouldn’t hold back if that’s what Yui needs.” You shouldn’t hold back if that’s what you need. He wanted to tell you that as well.

He remembered asking you casually about how you were with Satoru. Of course, you found it weird and got worried. You kept saying things to comfort him to which he quickly reassured you that it wasn’t like that. 

“Of course, I did.” You told him, swirling the liquid inside the sippy cup. You wouldn’t look up at him the whole time. You placed it beside the other cup before moving to sit beside him. “We had a rough time, but it wasn’t always like that.” There was a hint of nostalgia in your voice; a mix of melancholia and fondness for the lost time.

“Why did it become like that?” He leaned on his elbow, fixing the ornaments in front of him. “Because of the rush, I guess. Bad timing.” You shrugged, drumming your fingers on the marble counter. “We just became parents. We didn’t have time to become lovers.” You chuckled half-heartedly.

“But I know I did.” So, Satoru wasn’t lying when he said you were in love. “Have you ever wondered if… if it’s just because of the responsibility that you share?” He prodded further, feeling like he was having the watered-down version of the conversation that he had with Satoru. Something he apologized to him for 2 weeks later.

“Probably at first. All of it is just for Yui. But at some point, I just found myself looking forward to days with him.” You sighed, staring blankly as you probably tried to recall more memories. You quickly looked at Toji, realizing the words that came out of your mouth. It’s not supposed to be like that. You’re not supposed to speak like that.

“Did you ever—” He began but you’re quick to cut him off, getting more and more worried about his behavior. You’ve been having open talks with each other, deciding that it might help with the crack in your relationship with him but this still makes you feel anxious. Because what if you hurt him again? What if something you say makes it worse?

“Are you alright? You keep asking unusual things.” You jokingly put your hand on his forehead, making him grab your wrist as he pulled you to him. “Hey, I was just curious. I want to do better.” He kissed the back of your neck. It’s true that he wants to do better for you. Hell, he wants to be the best for you.

But sometimes, the best isn’t what our heart wants; the perfect isn’t what our heart seeks.

“Alright, I’ll try to contact him. I doubt he’d be here, though. It’s a work day, I don’t really want to bother him.” You squeezed his hand reassuringly before walking with him to the door. Megumi’s small arms were wrapped around his neck as he bid you goodbye for the day. 

You wanted to ask him if it’s really okay with him but you reminded yourself that if it’s for Yui, it doesn’t matter if it’s not okay with anyone. “Text me when you get home.” You told him after he put Megumi in his seat. “Yeah, love you.” He kissed your lips once more before getting in his car and driving away.

You watched his car disappear, rubbing your baby’s back as she started to whine again. “Alright, we’ll call him.” You walked back inside, spotting your phone on the coffee table. You kissed Yui’s cheek as you dialed Satoru’s number. It rang twice before you heard his voice from the other line.

“Hey, everything okay?” You ignored the way your heart swelled at how alert he was to your calls. You figured that he’s probably working, "Dada!" Yui called to him, kicking her little feet and making you grab them. You put the phone on speaker "What's wrong, love?" Satoru's voice was full of worry because of how his daughter cried.

"She got sunburnt. She was swimming with Megumi earlier and now it's starting to sting." You pushed her hair back as she tried to take the phone from you. "Are you busy? She keeps asking for you. I didn't want to bother you but—" Without letting you finish your sentence, you could hear the chair scrape the floor. "Don't think like that. I'm never too busy for Yui." 

"Would it be… Is it ok if I come over? I'll get ointment on the way." You could already hear the car keys and you pictured him walking out of his door and to his car. "Yeah, it's fine. Toji actually suggested that because Yui won't stop crying. Thank you." A small silence can be heard from the other end.

"I'll be there in a few, text me if you need anything else." After that, he lets you hang up the phone, waiting patiently for you say something. "Dada will be there. Stop crying now, you weren't crying earlier." You checked her face, feeling bad that she has to pay for having fun. But you think the blush that it left on her cheeks are cute.

After a little while, a knock on the door pulled you away from your phone. Even though, you already know that it's Satoru, you still peeped through the hole just to make sure. The night his mom stormed in your house and threatened fo take your child away was still vivid. You don't want Yui to see something like that again. 

"Da!" She immediately cried when she saw him, reaching for her father to take her. "Hey, why? Where's your ouchie?" You saw a couple of bags in his hand as he took the crying child. "I brought you guys something, I thought you might not have had your dinner yet." He sounded shy, taking the smallest bag.

“Oh, thank you. You should eat with us, sorry for calling so abruptly. She’s being fussy.” You smiled at him, not missing the fond sigh that escaped his lips. “It’s nothing, it’s a win-win situation.” He jokes, tickling the little girl’s belly which caused her to erupt into laughter. 

“Let’s put this cream on your face so it doesn’t hurt, alright?” You watched the two of them sit on your couch and all of a sudden, it became the highlight of your day. How he removed his shoes when she asked him to lay down, how he listens to her almost incomprehensible rants, how he gently applied the ointment on her cheeks, producing the most beautiful giggles.

It almost felt like a normal family, resting after a long day of staying out. With her favorite show playing, you watched her look up at her father just to make sure he’s watching the same thing. And he’d go and nod, talking to her like it’s the most serious thing in the world.

“You should eat with us.” You found yourself saying as you wiped your hand. You reminded yourself to text your boyfriend as you turned away, feeling wrong for how you feel but how can you not feel that way when the scene you used to dream of just came alive in front of you? 

Maybe you’re just tired. Maybe you just wanted the comfort of your bed. Maybe you just want to not think about it, maybe it’s better to ignore these feelings because there are other things you should be feeling right now. Like wanting to see Toji and be with him. You shook your head, setting up Yui’s table. 

And there he comes, with your daughter in his arms, wearing one of the house slippers you left under the couch. “Can I borrow these?” He chuckled and you could feel the stretch on your cheeks from how small they look on him and suddenly, it’s just the three of you again. Eating under the warm kitchen light, talking about your daughter.

Like how you always wanted it to be.

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“Just take care of her for me. I’m sure she wants it from you.”

Toji pursed his lips as Satoru's words reverberated in his head. He knows nothing, he thought, glancing at you from the mirror. You were busy checking Yui's bag, completely unaware of the thoughts of the man in front of you. Toji has been selfish before. But his head was clear enough to finally judge things with deep consideration to the external factors.

Any man or woman wants nothing but to work things out for their family. But sometimes it just gets too much for them. But for some, they just need time. And he doesn't know how to feel when he thinks about how you and Satoru probably just needed time to fix yourselves as individuals for the relationship to work.

Even though Megumi already understands that his mom will never be home. There are still instances where he would ask Toji about her and by that, he could tell that his son's wishing for her. Whenever you'd do something for him, he would say "Like mom?" and he don't want you to know that not even the smile on your face could ease the searing ache in his chest.

“What do you think about getting back together with Satoru?” The question already escaped his lips before he could even think. Your eyes snapped at Toji, looking at him like he just said the most obnoxious thing. You walked to him, stopping his hands to do his tie yourself. 

“Why are you suddenly asking about that now?” You counted back to the first time he was talking about you and Satoru.“Nothing. I mean, he mentioned that his mother’s never around him anymore. Isn’t she like the bane of your relationship with Satoru?” He peered down at you, curious as to how you’d react.

Toji didn’t mean to ask it so abruptly, but he knows that he has to talk about it sooner or later. He knows that the both of you are trying and your relationship shouldn’t be this hard if only adjusting comes so naturally. 

He knows that you put in a lot of effort just so he wouldn’t feel insecure and overthink. He also knows that sometimes it just shows, you’re probably just denying that to yourself. He’s also too aware of how the both of you would tread carefully around the topic of his wife. 

“I don’t want you to feel like you can’t miss her or talk about the things she does.” You told him that once but still, Toji can’t help but feel bad when those days come and he knows that he’s not giving his full attention and mind to you.

“I’m literally in a relationship with you, stop asking if I—” You tried to chuckled it off, brushing the palm of your hands on his chest to straighten the fabric but Toji caught them. “What if this isn’t working?” He sighed, squeezing your hand as if it will lessen the weight of his words.

You don’t know if you’re hurt that he probably wants to end it or if you’re hurt that there’s a hint of truth behind his words. “What are you saying?” As if suddenly coming back down to reality, Toji shook his head and pulled you close. “I think I woke up too early, come here. Sorry about that.”  He kissed your forehead but that didn’t take away your worried face.

“Toji you can’t just say that and expect me not to overthink.” You don’t know if you’ve prepared yourself enough for this possibility. It would hurt you if you’ll lose such a good man in your life. “I’m…I don’t know if I still feel comfortable, or if I’m just getting used to it Y/N. I know you try, you do it so well, baby but,” He took a deep breath, pausing.

“I don’t think I can continue like this. I don’t think we should continue like this.” 

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My Muse part 2

Yandere Gallahan Lombardi x isekai'd reader ( x Platonic yandere Lombardi family x platonic yandere Perez and Florentia)

Warning : manipulation , drug mentioned , half consented sex , sexual activities, pregnancy, obsession, huge age gap between couple , try of sexual assault , Stockholm syndrome, obsession

Author's note: Enjoy!!

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You slumped on the floor trying to stop your self from crying . When Florentia hugged her father, who you missed that was now sitting.

You forgetting that other people were there too hugged the poor man so tight. Gallahan was teared between wiping tears of the two most important girls in his life. The rest of the day was gone celebrating when suddenly you got a letter from your household.

You are to return to talk about your marriage with the person from which you ran away. When Rulac told you about the letter in front of Florentia and her father , the twins and Shannet . They all noticed how badly you were trembling. You requested Rulac to contact to the temple to make you a nun as you don't want to marry.

The saintess was the real position that the temple would have given you happily if you ever asked . And this was know by every one in the house but noone liked it. Shannet took you to your room and told you to rest.

From there she had directly gone to meet his brother. She handed a vial to Gallahan saying

" Don't be a fool and let the phoenix go away , make her yours before you loose the opportunity."

The next day when Rulac called you to his office you thought it was about your request from temple. But when he gave you the proposal to marry his youngest son you rejected the proposal so fast that it surprised Florentia too. You told that you are not planning to marry anyone. You want to devote your life to God.

Florentia had now started to spend more time with you. She always says that how good you are and how good it would have been if you would have been her mother. You were tired of listening this and told her not to try and convince you. When you said that to her; she said that if you will marry her dad how you will be safe.

And how no one else will try to hurt you . And then there was a ball for Gallahan's birthday the next day. Gallahan himself delivered the dress to your room . The dress was almost similar to what Tia showed you, while telling you what she was going to wear.

Shannet who helped you to get ready told you to think about the proposal again as you have nothing to loose of you accepted the proposal.

You were hopping from here to there in the ball with Perez , twins and Florentia . This gave Gallahan chance to mix the potion into a drink and sending it to you by the hands of Shannet. When after drinking it you started to feel dizzy the children took you to your room.

But from there it all got tangled . When Tia told about your condition to Shannet and she gave a knowing signal to Gallahan to go to you. Florentia who was suspicious asked her

" What happened aunt??"

"Nothing dear I think lady Y/n L/n will soon be your mother "

Was the only reply she got when everyone in the ball saw a loudly screaming and trembling you hiding behind Gallahan and Rulac while Viese Lombardi was trying to tell something.

Viese was giving excuses that how you from start tried to seduce him and today too taking advantage of his drunk state you lured him into the empty room.

Shannet and Gallahan both knowing that it was not their plan . They just wanted that Gallahan could have enough time to take you . And then tell how you must now marry him as temple will not take someone who is not virgin anymore. But this idiot brother of their had done them a favour.

You were trembling like a leaf and crying your heart out thinking you will be killed as Lombardi will saw you as guilty. But when Shannet slapped Viese while the kids and Gallahan supported you ...... You melted. You hated yourself. Why did you reject this man . Who saved your prestige and honour today.

Rulac knowing that it had something to do with Shannet and Florentia and understanding the chance punished Viese by stripping him from his title throwing him out of Lombardi. He just wanted you to join his family make his youngest sons wife. No one else is better than a pure angel like you herself.

In the night when you were silently crying in your room and Gallahan came to meet you. You hugged him hard repeating apologies again a again . When he somehow was able to stop you . He slowly guilt tripped you telling you how bad he felt that on his birthday his brother was thrown out.

You felt so guilty that you told him that you accept his proposal to be his wife. Before you could have said anything he kissed you hard , undressing you from your clothes and pushing you on the bed.

With the new satisfaction he had , that now you two are connected and you are totally his. You lost your virginity, still half willing and half confused. You head messed up due to pleasure. He thrusted himself into you thanking you again and again. For choosing him. To be his wife. For choosing Florentia. Telling you how much of a good girl you are.

Telling you that how you are now his. And how he will keep you and Tia safe. How Tia will be so happy to have a mother finally. He came deep inside you not pulling out when you tried to push him. Hugging your tired body closed to him .Not pulling out even when you whined and begged him that the overstimulation is just too much. Keeping his softened cock inside.

He told you sweetly kissing your face while thrusting into your warm and tired trembling body that how you need to get pregnant with his child as soon as possible. So that Tia can have a sibling to play with. And people will not call this marriage a sham.

You cried telling him that you are to young . But he coaxed you saying how much of a  good mother you will make. As how much the children like you. And when you stared at him with your confused teary eyes . He lost himself. Growing hard instantly thrusting inside you like love sick man.

He is patting your hair hugging your passed out body close. Now he have you. You are not going anywhere. You will be with him and his daughter.  He kissed you naked shoulder. all his. You. His child that will soon grow inside you. Your time. Everything.

The dress you were wearing right now was the most famous from the Gallahan store. You were now the reason of jealousy in the whole Kingdom. Your father took you to the wedding aisle where Gallahan was waiting for you.

He kissed you after you two exchanged your rings. The ladies muttering that how you will not be staisfied in the bedroom and how because he already have a daughter your womb will never be filled. You tried to ignore the gossips as you knew that you were pregnant.

Everyone in your house and house Lombardi knew. And they were glaring at the women.All the muttering stopped when Gallahan kneeled in front of you kissing you belly and announcing your pregnancy. It shutted the mouth of the guests .

At night when he took you into princess style and took you to your now shared bed chamber with a possesive look in his eyes telling you that how he is not convinced enough because your bump is not that obvious. Even after being checked by multiple Doctors and being confirmed to be pregnant...... You are in for a long night....

You are strolling in the garden  with Perez and Tia. Both of them had their ears on your heavy belly trying to hear the baby . You are giggling due to the baby kicking. Suddenly you were hugged by your husband from behind.

Both Florentia and Perez are now nowhere to be seen. He sat you on the bench  kneeling in front of you. He took your shoes off and started to slowly massage your swollen feet.

"So is Griffin giving you hard time today dear?? "

He said kissing you hand and then belly. Resting his forehead over your belly and he felt the baby kicking.

He kissed the spot where he felt the kick and scolded

" Hush ! Don't give more pain to your mother , she is already struggling to walk with her swollen feet due to your weight. Don't be mean to her."

To which you couldn't help but giggle.

He then grabbed your ankle kissing your feet.

"Should we retire to our room for the day my wife?? You need to take your energy nap before dinner.."

You couldn't help but feel your cheeks warming , you were lucky that you got such a good husband . And a daughter that cares for you so much . A  sister- in -law who is always ready to do anything to comfort your pregnancy hunger and mood . A father in law who loves you like your own father . Ordering a thousand of items for the unbron child.

The nephews ( twins) and soon to be son in law  (Perez) who are so protective of you.

You were now sound asleep not knowing the stares of adoration those people were giving you. Now with a child of Lombardi blood inside you, you will never be able to escape from this place. Soon enough the child that you will bore will also be on their side keeping you safe.

You were not knowing that now you are caged in the cage made of gold.

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[shesdreaminginoverdose]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩ how long does it take to fuck your brother's best friend? (four whole days)

synopsis. suguru comes home to visit from college at the same time you do—except he brings satoru along. this is going to be a long break

word count. 8.5k (i am tired of this tomfoolery)

contents. college! au, brother's best friend! satoru, fem! reader, minors do not interact, three-year age gap (you're both early twenties), slightly mean satoru (when you’re kids), slight enemies to lovers, jealous! satoru, mentions of reader having an ex-bf, male masturbation, satoru is taller + carries reader, cunnilingus, fingering, handjobs, unprotected sex, brief mentions of alcohol (satoru), creampie, pet names (baby + sweetheart), not proofread i could not be bothered i’m sorry

notes. this was not supposed to be this long bye i am embarrassingly down bad for the blue-eyed freak

everyone knows that where there is satoru, there is suguru—and likewise, where there is suguru, there is satoru.

they’re a bit of a packaged deal, really. satoru befriends your brother in what you think must be some twisted stroke of luck—there is no way suguru would lower his standards for some rich bastard who’s had life made for him since the day he was born. but apparently, he does, and you’re stuck with a white-haired nuisance in your house at least once a week. for years.

you’ve known satoru since he was a whiny, snot-faced, and spoiled little brat. back then, he used to call you toothless—you were six, it’s normal for children at the age of six to lose a few teeth. just because satoru is nine and has grown his teeth back doesn’t mean he escaped the toothless phase himself—but satoru is just a jerk like that, pushes your buttons, and calls out your insecurities to get a good laugh.

you don’t smile with your mouth open even once around him that summer, not until suguru assures you that regardless of how many teeth you have, you have a lovely smile.

when you’re twelve, puberty does its thing, and now you’re stuck with acne-prone skin—also a normal occurrence for people your age, but satoru makes sure to point out the giant pimple on your forehead every time he sees you. you make sure to let him know his haircut is as awful as his sense of style, and suguru tries his best not to choke himself with his charger as you both bicker.

satoru is gone that entire summer for a family cruise that you’re sure costs double your house—he comes back frighteningly taller than you remember him within the span of just a few weeks.

it’s been like that since you were kids. he comes over, finds a new thing to pick on through his smug grins and smooth chuckles, and you fume as you bite back with just as snarky rebuttals. he makes sure to never cross the line of going too far—it’s more for suguru’s sake, you’re fairly sure—but stays right on the dot of getting just under your skin.

he’s annoying. a jerk. a rich snob. a privileged dickhead. he’s rude and disrespectful, with no tact, let alone any semblance of respect. you don’t understand what could possibly make suguru want to hang around such a douchebag, but suguru cares about satoru—and satoru has always been there for your brother.

you don’t understand it, but you respect it. as long as he doesn’t wet your entire bathroom sink and mirror in the mornings after he stays over, you suppose you can coexist.

but you haven’t seen him in ages—not outside of suguru’s instagram stories and posts. it’s been a long few years since the two of them have left for college, and by the time you leave too, life has its funny way of working, and, well…you don’t bump into him anymore. it doesn’t occur to you that satoru is not the same guy you used to know until you come back home to visit after your second year of college.

“suguru,” you call, “i borrowed your hoodie. but you can have it back—”

you cut yourself off when you open the door to your brother’s room, and lo and behold, stands a very shirtless gojo satoru, the white-haired and blue-eyed asshole you’ve had to deal with since childhood. except he’s way taller than you remember him—just how much does this guy grow, exactly? his shoulders are broader and….and since when did he have abs? there’s a small tattoo just under his collarbone—when did he even get that? his hair is also longer, just enough to fall over his forehead and curtain those striking blue eyes of his.

he looks…well, handsome. very handsome, in fact. dangerously handsome that it catches you by surprise as you blink.

he’s still shirtless, holding his t-shirt in his hands as he grins.

“hey, toothless,” he greets, voice deeper than the last time you heard it—but it still sounds relatively the same. you think you’d always recognize satoru’s voice, whether you’d like to or not. and, of course, he just has to still use that ridiculous nickname after all these years. “long time no see.”

“i have all my teeth now—i have for a long time, y’know. and put a shirt on, you freak,” you huff, rolling your eyes, “where’s suguru?”

“what, you don’t enjoy the view?” he motions at his bare torso, like the shameless bastard he is, “most girls love this view—”

“and yet, you’re still single,” you cut him off, staring at him pointedly.

he grins impossibly wider, tugging his shirt over his body swiftly—you have to exercise all ounces of control not to gulp as you watch his biceps flex.

“keepin’ track of my love life?” he wiggles his brows, “i know older men can be appealing but have a little class. your poor brother would lose his shit if you went after his best friend—”

“satoru,” you sigh, pinching your nose, “do you age backward or something? how are you still this obnoxious after so long?”

“i practice in the mirror,” he winks, “it’s my charm.”

“that’s hardly charming,” you roll your eyes, “anyway, whenever suguru comes back, let him know i left his hoodie, yeah?”

“sure,” he chuckles.

and then you close the door as you leave—right before you stop, pause, and open it up again as you’re sticking your head back in when you make a shocking realization.

“wait, how long are you here for?” you ask, eyes wide.

he has the audacity to look smug as he taps his chin and pretends to think—“oh, y’know. just the rest of break. my old man took my mom on some trip, so i’m killing time here,” he shrugs.

great. lovely. wonderful. just what you needed.

you wish he’d drop dead—maybe suguru will finally be forced to go outside of his one-man circle and actually befriend some respectable people.

“you can’t just stay at your place?” you hiss, “it’s certainly big enough.”

“well, why be lonely in an empty home when we can have fun here?” he hums, “consider yourself lucky—you get to be housemates with me for a—”

“keep to yourself,” you warn, cutting him off again through narrowed eyes and a dangerous glare—satoru only looks more amused, raising his hands up in surrender.

with that, you turn again and almost shut the door when he calls for you—“hey, toothless,” he says lowly, making you pause before turning to him with a raised brow. he smiles—it’s so unlike that usual smirk of his…somehow this one is a bit gentler as he murmurs, “you look good. grew up well, y’know.”

you blink. you’re not ready for that…didn’t expect a compliment from gojo satoru himself—especially not after all this time of throwing mediocre insults your way.

you decide he must be messing with you, so you purse your lips as you click your teeth in irritation. “yeah, sure,” you say dryly.

you can hear his chuckles as you close the door again—this is going to be a long break.

—————

just as expected, the house is simply not big enough for you and satoru.

the first time you run into him happens to be first thing after waking up—you’re walking up to the door just as he twists the knob and opens it, walking out shirtless. again.

this time, however, he’s got beads of water rolling down his skin from his shower, right between his pecs, as a towel hangs around his shoulders. you can see his tattoo from up close now, a small infinity sign right under his collarbone that contrasts against his pale skin.

how tacky, you think—just as you’d expect, even his choice of tattoos is questionable.

his hair is wet—it’s sticking to his forehead instead of the multiple directions it usually scatters around in that messy way it always does. you’ve only felt satoru’s hair once—when you were fifteen, and you’d hit him in the back of the head as you walked past him at the breakfast table. he’d made a jab at your dark circles. tests were around the corner, and unlike satoru, your grades actually mattered. you didn’t expect his hair to be so soft, but it is, and you almost itch to twirl the strands around your fingers for a quick feel.

instead, you scowl and stomp off to your room as soon as your dishes are washed.

his hair is probably just as soft now—maybe even softer now that he actually probably cares to look after it. you’ve heard suguru grumble about using two-in-one shampoo too many times when he comes back from spending the night at satoru’s. for a second, your fingers twitch to reach up and brush through a few strands on his forehead—just to feel them because they look soft. nothing else.

the urge is quickly killed as soon as he opens his mouth, however.

“oh, hey there, roomie,” he grins, “you’re really doing all you can to catch me half naked, huh?”

“don’t flatter yourself,” you grumble.

“i’m just sayin’,” he chuckles, “that’s twice now. if you ask nicely, i might walk around like this just for you.”

it’s way too early for this.

by early, it’s actually late noon. now that finals aren’t killing your free time, you stay up until ungodly hours to catch up with your social life—and it doesn’t help that you can hear satoru and suguru stay up playing video games the next room over, either. suguru is probably still sleeping.

that’s a bit of a shocker, in fact—usually, it’s satoru that has to be dragged out of your brother’s room to have breakfast (or brunch, really) before the kitchen is cleared up. why satoru is up first is beyond you.

maybe it’s just a cruel way for the universe to enjoy watching more of your veins pop.

“does that apply to asking you to leave? because then i suppose i can ask rather politely.”

he grins, eyes sparkling with amusement as he shoots you that smile with those pearly whites that irritate you to no end. you’re not sure why, but something about his smile looks so much different nowadays—something about it just seems so….mature.

that’s a word you didn’t think you’d ever use to describe satoru.

“mm, not quite,” he hums, “you’re still stuck with me.”

“whatever,” you mutter, rolling your eyes. “move, i want to shower before suguru wakes up.”

“you have time,” he steps to the side, letting you enter the bathroom, “he’s probably not waking up anytime soon—woah.”

satoru’s shirt is on the floor—why, you may ask? because he’s an annoying idiot who doesn’t have to clean up after himself when people have always been around to do it for him. he never has to care to aim and toss his clothes into the hamper because the maids will pick up after him anyway. old habits die hard, you suppose—you’ve listened to suguru complain about satoru’s messiness not improving even after being his roommate for the last few years. it’s never been your problem, but you don’t appreciate it now that you’re slipping over the fabric on the tiled floor, falling backwards with a squeal.

but satoru’s quick—he catches you with those strong arms of his and wraps them tightly around you, keeping you securely in place as he steadies you against his chest.

his bare chest, in fact.

you can feel the slight dampness seeping into your shirt, and you can feel his hot breath on your neck as he exhales in relief once he makes sure you’re safe. you almost shiver—almost, but you manage to scrape together enough self-control to stay painfully still in his grasp.

“you okay?” he murmurs gently, voice a low whisper against your skin. there’s no bite to his words. no amusement or teasing or even smugness. it’s genuine, the way he checks on you.

this is…new. very, very new.

“yeah,” you breathe, letting out a sharp breath. and then—“maybe keep your clothes in the fucking hamper next time, though.”

“sorry,” the smile in his voice is almost audible—you can’t see it from where you are, but you can hear it in his voice. you roll your eyes, and satoru makes no move to loosen his arms around you. for some reason, you don’t move.

you’re not sure why, but you just don’t.

“you’re still just as messy, huh?” you roll your eyes—he laughs, and it’s a smooth, boyish chuckle that almost makes you wonder for a moment if this is why girls seem to love satoru so much despite his god-awful personality.

it’s a pretty beautiful sound—you hate that you have to admit that to yourself.

“yeah,” he admits, “it drives suguru nuts.”

“yeah, i can’t imagine why,” you snort. it’s like that for a moment—satoru’s muscled arms around you and hard chest pressed against your back. finally, you clear your throat. “you can let go now, you know.”

“right,” he mumbles, slowly pulling away—and when you turn to face him….is that disappointment? on his face? you don’t get a chance to be sure because then he’s bending down to pick up his shirt before he’s standing—he’s already wiped the expression from his features completely by then. “sorry about that, toothless. i’ll keep my shirts off the floor next time.”

“that would be so kind of you,” you smile sarcastically.

and then you shut the door in his face and exhale as you lean against the wall.

this is going to be a longer break than you thought.

—————

the next time you run into him, it’s late at night. everyone is asleep—even your brother and his headache of a best friend, if the silence tells you anything. you can’t sleep, though, so you make your way to the kitchen to hunt for snacks. you’re skimming through the pantry before your eyes land on a surprise—a box of strawberry pocky sits nice and enticingly, right there for you to open and devour.

you grin, reaching over when—

“those are mine,” satoru calls, stepping into the kitchen, “brought them over myself. you should ask before touching people’s things.”

“you literally ate my leftovers the other night,” you say incredulously.

“those were yours? i thought they were suguru’s.” he raises a brow in surprise, making you click your teeth in irritation.

“the principle of asking still applies,” you purse your lips. and then defiantly, you open the box and grab a pack right before his eyes.

he scowls—but you know he doesn’t actually mind because he waits for you to finish grabbing yours before taking the box and grabbing his own pack and a coke from the fridge. you both take a seat at the kitchen table, across from each other, as you open the packaging and silently eat your newfound snack.

it’s satoru who breaks the silence first.

“do you still throw away the ends of these?”

you huff indignantly, not meeting his eyes as you take a bite off the strawberry-covered end, stopping at just where the cookie portion is uncoated. “yes. i’m eating these for the coating—not the bland biscuit part.”

“what’re you, five?” he snickers, earning a glare from you. defiantly, you pop the end of the pocky stick into your mouth just to prove a point—and then the look of distaste makes him cackle louder. 

“shut up,” you hiss, “you talk too much.”

“the ladies love it when i do,” he bats his lashes—you stare at him blankly, unimpressed.

“yeah, as if.”

“hey, my ex-girlfriend totally did,” he defends.

ex-girlfriend? that’s a bit of a shocker—you didn’t know satoru dated anyone in the last few years, you haven’t seen or heard anything of it through suguru’s end. in all realness, you didn’t even think satoru was the boyfriend type…but then again, he’s not really the anything type. he just kind of exists to take up space and be the bane of your existence. 

“i hope the poor girl is recovering well after dating you,” you shake your head, feigning a concerned look on your face that makes him roll his eyes—they’re still disturbingly bright even in the dark kitchen, dimly lit by the slightest bit of moonlight pouring in through the small window.

“i dated her freshman and sophomore year,” he says casually. you also didn’t expect that—that it lasted that long. something about satoru doesn’t strike you as the long-term relationship kind of guy. something about him doesn’t seem like the relationship kind of guy at all. not because he’s the type to mess around casually, but because he seems the type to seem disinterested all around—he’s snobby like that. “she was…alright, i guess.”

yeah. very snobby.

“you are such a sick bastard,” you spit.

he snorts, taking a bite of his pocky as he shakes his head in amusement. you’re as feisty as ever—it’s always fun riling you up, even if unintentionally.

“hey, it’s not like she was bad. she was just…well, she wasn’t interested in me like that either,” he shrugs, “i think it was just the sex. it was good, can’t lie there.”

“you’re so gross,” you roll your eyes, “have some decorum.”

“what, you’re still sixteen?” he raises a brow, lips curling into a smirk as he reaches for another pocky, “can’t say the word s-e-x?”

“i don’t broadcast my sexual activities out in the open,” you shrug.

satoru chuckles, taking a bite that more or less finishes the entire stick in one go before he presses a finger to his lips, “shh. don’t say that too loud—suguru will come chase you from his room if he hears.”

“suguru,” you groan, “he’s such a pain to have around sometimes. y’know i dated this one guy last year. i think suguru might’ve paid him to dump me.”

“i know. he definitely thought about it,” satoru hums, “he used to go off about it all the time. he was right, though—that guy was a total prick.”

something about you is mildly shocked that satoru knows about your private life—sure, it’s not outrageous or even the slightest bit unlikely that suguru mentions you. satoru and suguru are best friends, and you happen to be suguru’s sister—of course, suguru is bound to mention you here and there. it’s just the fact that satoru even pays attention to anything to do with you that surprises you—although you suppose it would be a good way for him to find his next source to push your buttons.

“i’m not surprised you think he’s a prick,” you nod, “it takes one to know one, after all.”

“oh yeah?” he snorts, waving you off, “i do, in fact remember anniversaries, y’know.”

“okay,” you sigh, defeated—your ex-boyfriend is admittedly not at the top of the list of your brightest choices. not even up halfway on the list. in fact, he’s so low on the list of good choices you’ve made, that willingly choosing to interact with satoru feels like an exceptional decision in comparison. and that’s saying something. “he was pretty bad. but he was really hot. when a guy looks like that, his values are the least of my worries.”

it’s a joke—you’re sure he knows that. but satoru takes a long sip from his coke, silent for a moment. you don’t think you’ve ever seen him so serious, especially so suddenly.

“he can’t be that hot,” he mutters.

“oh he was really hot. probably the hottest guy i’ve ever talked to—” satoru bites his pocky a bit aggressively at that, “and he was so tall. maybe taller than you—how tall are you again? anyway, he was pretty enough to overlook his shortcomings.”

“he’s probably not taller than me,” he grumbles, frowning. you snort—men and their fragile little egos, you think in amusement.

“he was,” you tease, “he was so tall, i’d let him do whatever he wanted.”

“that’s a terrible way to look at it,” he scrunches his brows, “you shouldn’t let some guy walk all over you because he’s tall and his face is a bit easy on the eyes—”

“i know you’re not talking—”

“i’m serious,” he cuts you off. something about him reminds you of suguru for a moment—like he cares who you’re with because he has a reason to. as if you mean something to him, as if knowing someone who doesn’t deserve you has you in their palms is upsetting.

but then you shake the thought out of your head—satoru doesn’t care. he’s never had a reason to, and you don’t exactly plan to give him one, either.

“okay, dad,” you roll your eyes, “i learned my lesson. i have standards now.”

“good,” he nods—and then, as if to keep himself in character, he adds, “because i don’t want to help suguru kill someone, and it’s over something lame like forgetting his little sister’s anniversary. i’d like to go to jail for something more badass.”

“you and badass don’t belong in the same sentence,” you raise a brow. “let’s be realistic.”

“oh yeah? that’s rich coming from—”

“guys, it is five in the morning,” suguru grumbles, throwing a water bottle at satoru’s head. you glance at the kitchen entrance, eyeing a half-asleep and very irritable suguru as he crosses his arms, “can’t you idiots fight over who’s more of a loser at reasonable hours? some of us like to sleep.”

“want one?” you offer your pack of pocky, holding it out to him.

suguru blinks, contemplating for a second before sighing and trudging over.

“yeah,” he mutters, flicking your forehead. “gimme that.”

you watch woefully as suguru takes the entirety of your pack, swiftly sitting next to satoru and leaving you empty-handed. satoru snickers obnoxiously at the deflated look on your face—and then he holds out his pack to you.

you look between him and the pack for a moment before giving him a genuine smile. it’s a rare sight—he drinks it in as you carefully take one and bicker over something with suguru.

you’re pretty when you smile, he thinks—pretty enough that if you had horrible values (which you don’t), he might feel inclined to understand your (awful) reasoning for a moment.

and then he blinks and shakes the thoughts out of his head—it’s going to be a long break.

—————

satoru meets you when you’re six. 

he’s nine at the time, and he feels on top of the world knowing he’s three whole years older than you—in hindsight, three years is not a very large gap, but to nine-year-old him, it feels like centuries. he’s remembered you as the fun little drama queen that’s too easy to poke fun at for years—that’s all you’ve always been: suguru’s younger sister who puffs her cheeks out and scowls way too often to be normal, the girl that’s way too easy to tease than should be standard. 

somehow, he wasn’t expecting for you to come back so grown…and so hot. suddenly, it really hits him that you’re not a kid—have not really been for a long time now. he’s always treated you like you’re way younger than he is, way too little to be in his presence and be worthy of it—but you’ve really become a fine young woman.

a magnetizing one, in fact.

it’s now his third night at your house—your parents are as lovely and welcoming as ever, and suguru is always a good time to be around. but somehow, satoru is not satisfied. not anywhere near sated by the few, minimal moments of contact with you. 

when did you get so pretty? although, as much as satoru has always liked to poke fun at you, you’ve never been ugly. not even a little—but you’ve grown into your features better, outgrown the awkward teenage era of your life, and now present yourself with a newfound confidence that just looks…so good. satoru doesn’t see his best friend's kid sister anymore—no, there’s something so alluring about you now.

the nail on the coffin that solidifies he’s officially screwed is when you mention your ex-boyfriend—why would your dating life make him this irrationally angry? why is the thought of someone being on the receiving end of your praise (and shameless heart-eyes) so aggravating for him? 

he doesn’t know—but what he does know is that the raging boner has been killing him all morning ever since he woke up from…well, less than proper dreams about you.

so now he’s here, forehead pressed against your shower wall as the hot water hits his back, swollen cock in his fist as he thumbs at the tip, teasing the slit just the way he likes. he thinks about you—how he’d show you what makes him feel good, how you’d probably learn fast and take care of him just the way he needs. 

your hand would look so much daintier compared to his—smaller, but he’s sure it would still feel infinitely better. 

he bites his lip, fighting back a moan as he strokes himself slowly, pre cum smeared along the length of his hard, aching cock—red and angry at the tip, leaking with more pre cum no matter how many times his thumb collects every drop. 

“f-fuck—” he breathes, and his voice lets out a shaky, breathy little call of your name—he’s screwed if anyone hears it. he’s sure you and suguru will both band together to kill him, but thankfully, the words are lost in the sound of the shower running. “fuck baby,” he says hoarsely, voice cracking ever so slightly as he whines. 

it’s soft and quiet, the noises he makes—careful and deliberately hushed to make sure no one hears the improper way he’s thinking of you right now. but fuck, your tits are so pretty when you walk out of your room in a t-shirt in the mornings—he can just tell you’re not wearing a bra. he can’t stop thinking about it, can’t stop trying to picture what they’d look like uncovered and bouncing.

“jus’ like that, baby,” he pants, whimpering softly as he squeezes around his tip, teasing himself with that slow, painful pace of his. 

satoru is sure that if it were you, that if the hand stroking his cock right now was yours, you would never let him cum so easily—you’d drag it out just like this, pump him slowly and twist your hand around him in a pace that’s painfully not enough before ever thinking about letting him come undone. 

it’s just the way that you are—never ready to back down from a challenge, unwilling to go down without a fight. but he loves it, he thinks—lives for the way you keep him on his toes and work for the satisfaction. 

“more,” he gasps, “n-need more—gimme more, sweetheart.”

he imagines it—the way you’d kiss his jaw, maybe even the corner of his mouth, as you hum. say please, toru, you’d probably say—and fuck, he’d kill to hear you say toru. 

“please,” he rasps, “please, baby. d-don’t tease.”

he can practically hear your light giggles, the sweet, okay, baby. no more teasing, that you might whisper. he’d also kill to hear you call him baby—he’s almost nauseous at the idea that some other guy must’ve heard the pet name from your lips before him. and then he lets himself pump his erection faster, squeezing tighter as his thighs quiver while he stands in the shower. 

fuck—you feel so good. you’re not even here, but he’s sure you do, and he’s desperate to envision it. it practically hurts—the way he’s so hard and swollen and ready to release. just for you, he wants to tell you, he’s going to cum all for you. 

“baby,” he whimpers, “‘m so, so close—fuck ‘m gonna cum. ‘s for you—gonna cum for you—ngh, sh-shit.”

and then there’s cum on the tile walls, on his hands, on his abs as they flex with every labored breath. satoru cums—hard. his eyes are squeezed shut, lips parted with a silent cry as he pants and strokes himself through his high. you’d kiss him, he likes to think, on his jaw and cheeks and maybe the tip of his nose as you sit on his lap and work him through his orgasm. you’d watch him closely, take in the way he comes undone for you, maybe even call him your pretty boy as he paints your hand white with his seed.

would you praise him? murmur softly into his ear and seal the gentle words with a kiss to his skin? would you stroke his hair from his face as you admire his blissful, fucked out little expression? maybe he’d ask you then—maybe he’d ask you to admit he’s way more handsome than that douchebag you dated as your hand holds his softening cock, sticky with his release.

god, what he wouldn’t do to see your hands coated with his cum—did you do this for your ex? did he look as hot as you claim he was when he came for you? the thought makes him sour—he grits his teeth and clenches his jaw at the idea, panting and catching his breath as he stares down at the mess he’s made.

he should feel bad—this is wrong. so, so wrong—suguru would kill him if he was aware satoru was lusting over his little sister. but it felt so fucking good—he’s never cum as hard as when he’s pictured cumming for you. 

it can’t be that wrong, if that’s the case—can it?

——

“suguru,” your voice is shrill, deadly—like you’re out for blood. “next time you jack off in the shower, maybe clean the fucking wall? are you joking?”

“wha—i definitely cleaned that,” suguru defends. 

oh, fuck, satoru thinks—he forgot to clean that. so he makes himself very scarce and stays within the confinements of suguru’s bedroom—his messy habits are starting to really catch up to him. if his defense, he really would clean that up…it’s just that he was a bit distracted. 

“so you admit you jack off in our shower? our shower?” you sound inconsolable, downright devastated, and borderline hysterical. having siblings seems like a lot of trouble, he thinks—but then again, sometimes satoru is jealous of your bond with suguru. it’d be nice to have someone in his family he can actually depend on. “keep that shit for your bedroom, you jackass!”

“well, how am i supposed to do that when satoru is there? you tell me.”

“i don’t know! figure it the fuck out—you guys probably jack off together anyway.”

“what?” suguru sounds appalled, “we do not—that’s outrageous.”

“whatever,” you say—you sound almost murderous as you warn, “next time you better clean up your fucking mess, you asshole.”

satoru can’t help but smile a little—your pointer finger is definitely held up as you scold suguru—you’re so cute when you’re mad, he thinks. he almost wants to step out and catch a glimpse, but he decides against it for now.

silently, satoru thanks his best friend for taking one for the team—even if it was unknowingly.

—————

it’s night four. 

satoru has surprisingly kept to himself—he even promptly looked away after meeting your eyes in the kitchen yesterday morning as you walked in for breakfast. that’s…new. a lot about satoru is new. 

he’s taller and more muscular now—at one point, suguru used to tower over his scrawny little form. now he’s seemed to grow into his body, seemed to learn how to style himself better, and actually do his hair a bit. it’s still messy now that he’s just lazing around in your home—but it’s oddly handsome. 

scarily handsome, in fact. 

you don’t enjoy the idea of thinking about the jerk of your childhood like that—but ever since you felt the hard press of his chest against your back, sometimes you wonder what it’s like to know satoru outside of just your older brother’s obnoxious friend. 

maybe, somewhere along the line, had you put your pride aside and actually tried to get to know him, maybe you both could at least be friendly. but then again, there’s never been any real animosity between you two—you can share a lighthearted talk from time to time, like that night in the kitchen. 

you decide not to dwell on it too much, decide that he’s not really worth your thoughts when he’s just a guy who’s always been a bit too spoiled to learn how to be humble. instead, you go down to the kitchen to grab another pack of strawberry pocky—satoru will just have to deal with it. if he doesn’t want his snacks eaten, he shouldn’t keep them in the pantry where anyone could stumble across them.

you walk into the kitchen until—oh. it’s satoru. again.

“oh, hey,” he grins cheekily, taking a sip of his coke—he needs to break the habit of having so much sugar this late at night…but then again, why would it matter to you? “stalkin’ me?”

“for an unwelcomed guest, you sure do talk a lot,” you roll your eyes, making his lips curl into a smug little smirk. 

“i don’t know—your parents seem to love having me over. what if i become their newest son?”

“i doubt my parents are looking to adopt you,” you raise a brow, slightly amused. 

he hums, sipping his coke before blinking at you through those long, perfect lashes of his. “well, there are other ways to blend into a family. marriage, for example, is a great way.”

“you and my brother might as well marry each other,” you snort, “no one else will do it.”

“who said anything about suguru?” he winks, chuckling when your face twists into an exaggerated look of horror—always as dramatic as ever, you are. he can’t help but find an endearing side to it now.

satoru stands, walks over to where you are and stands in front of you as you scoff, shaking your head as you huff out a disbelieving chuckle. 

“that’s pushing it,” you muse, “marrying you would be the last open option i’d have left—and even then i doubt i’d ever take it.”

“yeah?” he raises a brow, leaning in so close, you can practically feel his breath fan over you. he smells like expensive cologne and your shampoo—why is he using yours instead of suguru’s? before you can even ask him what he’s doing, he throws away the empty can of coke in the trash can behind you, eyes bright with amusement as your breath hitches.

it’s like he knows—the fucking asshole.

“yeah,” you breathe, “you don’t deserve me,” you try to say matter-of-factly. it comes off a bit more breathless than you intended—the air feels suffocating. maybe because satoru is so close, maybe because his breath is on your face, maybe because all you can smell and feel and hear is him. 

you can’t find it in yourself to pull away—why aren’t you pulling away? it’s just like that day he caught you, when his arms wrapped around you and all you felt like doing was lean into his chest. what about satoru and you has shifted so quickly to make you want to do that? what makes him so easy to fall into when all you’ve always known was to shove at him?

he hums, leaning in closer and closer until his forehead touches yours. “you know who didn’t deserve you?” he asks, “that shitty ex of yours.”

you look up at him with wide eyes, speechless as his hands find purchase of your hips, grabbing them and pulling you closer—and against better judgment, your hands lay themselves across his chest. it’s as firm as you remember it. 

“how would you know—”

“heard suguru rant about it all the time,” he murmurs, “how he forgot your dates. got you a shitty birthday present. didn’t show up to your anniversary. made you hang out with his friends and didn’t even meet half of yours. you’re tellin’ me he deserves you more than me?”

“he was hot—”

“yeah? and i’m not?”

he’s cocky—you hate that about him. always did. but he’s so close, so intoxicating, so irresistible, and fuck, he is hot—so incredibly hot, you’ve been losing sleep over it the last four nights no matter how hard you try to deny it. 

“satoru, what are you—”

“y’know, i’ve been helping suguru pick your birthday presents since you were twelve. i’d pick you the best gifts,” his nose is brushing against yours now, lips just millimeters away from his as he speaks—“and i never forget an important date. i’m very punctual too, believe it or not. i’d meet your little friends—show ‘em what a catch i am when you introduce me.”

“and what am i supposed to do with this information?” you ask defiantly.

it’s a last-ditch effort—you both know this. you know exactly what he wants you to do with this information. 

“i don’t know, sweetheart,” he chuckles, “what do you think?”

and then you’re kissing him—because fuck, satoru is right there, and how could you not? his chest is under your palms, his lips are right against yours, and you can feel his thumb rub circles into your hips. 

so you kiss him—loop your arms around his neck and tug him closer and press your lips to his. he groans, responds almost instantly as his mouth molds against yours, kissing you deeper as his hand moves to cup your cheek.

your lips are softer than he thought, and his hair is silky against your fingers. you tug at the strands, grab a handful, and feel them against your fingers like you’ve wanted to for so long. and when he nips at your bottom lip, who are you to deny him? your lips part, letting his tongue slide in and taste you with a breathy sigh that makes your knees wobble. 

“s-satoru,” you stutter, whispering between kisses, “suguru might come in like last time—”

“god,” he groans, head burying into your neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against the skin, “don’t fucking talk about your brother right now. please.”

“my room,” you say urgently—it’s all he needs to hear before his hands are on your ass, grabbing you as you wrap your legs around his hips. it’s urgent, the way his mouth is back on yours—he doesn’t pull away even once the entire walk to your room, not even when he lets your back fall onto the mattress as he hovers over you, pressing kisses along your collarbone. 

no bra, he notes happily, his hand sneaking under your shirt to toy with your pert nipples. 

“god, you’ve been driving me fuckin’ crazy,” he mumbles, tugging the hem of your shirt over your arms and tossing it over his shoulder. he stares, takes in the sight of the same tits he’s been fantasizing over for the last few days in awe. “you know that? been thinkin’ about these for days,” he says lowly, cupping your tit and massaging as he presses a kiss to your jaw. 

“you’re shameless,” you mutter, snorting before you cut yourself off with a gasp as he squeezes your nipple, pinching and rolling it between his fingers and pulling a soft whine from you.

“shhh,” he chuckles, tilting his head toward the wall next to you, “don’t want suguru to hear, do you? that wouldn’t be nice, would it?”

“it’ll be worse for you than me,” you grin, tugging at the hem of his own shirt, indicating you want it off. he grins widely, wiggling his brows and making you purse your lips.

“wanna see me shirtless again, huh? third times the charm, as they say,” he winks. you would retort with something as witty, but then your eyes fall on that tattoo again—right under his collarbone, making your hand reach out to trace it with your thumb. 

“what compelled you to get this corny little tattoo of yours,” you grin, giggling as you trace over the small infinity sign. 

for the first time, you think you witness satoru shy, blushing as he rubs the back of his neck and chuckles awkwardly. “that…that was an accident. when i got drunk for the first time.”

“oh,” you snort, “you’re so weak, satoru—”

“do me a favor, sweetheart,” he hums, cutting you off, “as much as i love when you say my name, say toru for me, yeah? i wanna hear it.”

you roll your eyes, huffing as your hand finds the back of his head and pulls him into another kiss, moaning into his mouth as he grinds the throbbing erection in his sweats over your heated core. 

“toru,” you say breathlessly, “more.”

that’s all he needs to hear—satoru doesn’t waste a second before he’s crawling between your legs, sliding your cute little pajama pants down your legs before meeting your dripping pussy.

it’s wet—so wet, he almost wants to chuckle and tease you a bit. just for old-time's sake. but the ache that shoots down to his cock reminds him that he’s in no position to tease you when he’s not faring any better himself. so he spreads your legs, kisses lightly at your clit in a feather-like touch that has you whimpering and clutching the sheets in anticipation.

“how pretty,” he mumbles, “been hiding this pretty little thing all this time. what a perfect pussy.”

“satoru,” you gasp in embarrassment, hands reaching for his hair and tugging him closer to where you need him most—equal parts because you really need his mouth on your cunt and equal parts because you really need him to shut up. 

but he chuckles, takes his time to spread your folds open with his thumbs, and watches in wonder as you flutter around nothing, arousal dripping and leaving a mess. it’s perfect—you’re perfect, and he wants to take his time with you. 

“god, you’re soaked,” he groans, chuckling as he murmurs, “that’s fuckin’ cute.”

before you can even whine at the way his words are shameless, his mouth is back to kissing your clit, lips wrapping around it as he sucks and rolls his tongue along the sensitive bud. his fingers sink deep into you, pushing past your folds and slowly bullying into you until the tips of his fingers curl and brush against a spot that makes you squeal. 

you gasp a breathy, “fuck, toru—” before he hums around your clit, vibrations making you whimper as he thrusts his fingers back in to hit that spot again. it’s sensitive, the way he makes you feel—your nerves are on fire, and your head is light, and fuck, it feels so good you can’t help but sob brokenly and squeeze your thighs around his head. he moans against your cunt, pulling his fingers out before letting his tongue lick a stripe along your slit, tasting you with a sharp inhale. 

“f-feels good,” you whimper, biting your lip as your eyes crinkle at the corners from squeezing shut.

“yeah?” he hums, kissing your inner thigh, leaving a wet little sheen of his spit and your arousal on the skin, “that’s a good girl—just keep telling me how good i make you feel, kay?”

he could stay buried nose-deep into your pussy for as long as you let him—tongue alternating between fucking into you and rolling over your swollen clit, hearing the broken little gasps and whines of his name as you repeat toru over and over again like a prayer. his hand grips at your thigh, sinking his fingertips into the plush skin and rubbing soothingly with his thumb as you rut your hips and grind against his face. 

satoru has half a mind to watch it again—to lick and suck at your core again and again just so he could burn into his mind what you look like when you cum. it’s divine—like he’s halfway to stepping into heaven and has to pause just to admire the sight before him. 

your hips leave the mattress as your back arches, and your fingers tug relentlessly at his roots as your walls quiver, letting satoru taste every drop of your release as you press a palm to your hand and try to keep yourself from squealing at the pleasure.

suguru is right next door. you can’t wake him—can’t let him know this is what you and his best friend get up to in the late hours of the night. 

it’s not until satoru pulls away, catching his breath as he wipes the wet trail on his chin does he realize how hard he is—how badly he’s aching as his cock strains against his sweats. he hisses as he frees himself; ridding his sweats and boxers and wrapping a large hand around the tip of his erection and smearing the leaking pre cum along his length. 

you watch in awe, reaching over and replacing his hand with yours. satoru was right—your hand is infinitely smaller than his, and yet, it feels a great deal better. so much better, in fact, that his arms shake as he hovers over you, burying his head into your neck and groaning as you slowly stroke him, squeezing at the tip and rolling your thumb through the slit.

he didn’t even have to show you what he wanted, what makes him feel good, what makes his mind fog with pleasure and burn through every nerve. no, you figure it all out on your own, pulling strangled moans and hushed gasps from him that make your clit ache once more. 

“fuck, baby,” he pants, “can’t last long like this—c’mon, g-gotta feel you.” gently, he pries your hand from his thick, pulsing cock, laying it against your stomach as he peers down in fascination. “i’ll be right here,” he hums, drawing a line on your skin right where his tip ends, “see that? that’s where you’ll feel me, sweetheart.”

“then let me feel you,” you murmur, cupping his cheeks and brushing a thumb over the skin, “fuck me, toru—wan’ it so bad.”

so he does—drags his tip along your folds and collects the slick pooling at your entrance before pushing his tip past your folds, splitting you in half as he slowly buries himself to the hilt. his jaw is clenched, breath labored as he waits for you to adjust, lets you kiss his cheeks and nose as you murmur how handsome he is, how perfect he feels, how good is to you. 

“that asshole ever make you cum?” he asks lowly, “he ever eat your pussy like that? make you cum hard enough you had to cover your mouth so you’re not screaming his name?”

“no,” you breathe, quivering as his thumb rolls over your clit in slow circles, still painfully still as he stares down at you, “n-no, never. just you—only you—”

“good,” he grins, “that’s what i like to hear. and when i make you cum on my cock, make sure to tell me he’s never done that either, yeah?”

“you’re full of it,” you scoff, “always have been.”

“and you’re full of me,” he says cheekily, chuckling as you glare half-heartedly. “can i move, baby? please? need more, ‘s not enough. n-need more—”

“yeah,” you whimper, pulling him closer, chests brushing against each other as your lips meet in a sloppy kiss, “yeah—need more too, toru.”

satoru, in all his years of knowing you, has never seen the side of you that could be this gentle. the side that glides your hands over his back, feeling every flex and every pull of his muscles, gently caressing the skin like it’s holy, like it’s not worthy of marks—instead to be worshipped and revered with thoughtful touches. your lips sear into every part of him they can find—his lips, his forehead, his nose, his hair as his face digs into your neck. even your voice is a gentle whisper of his name, so soft and careful, it’s like saying it wrong could break him. 

your hips buck up in tandem with his, meeting his rhythm as he slams into you, his balls slapping against your skin as he buries his cock into you as deep as it’ll go with every harsh thrust. you can feel his tip kissing against that sweet spot in the back of your walls, your abused cunt sucking him in and hugging around him as he groans. 

the friction feels sickening, like he’ll pass out any second, like he’s floating between the precipice of pleasure and the edge of consciousness. 

you do that to him—he doesn’t know how or when or why, but you make him feel like he doesn’t have a grip on his own senses. he doesn’t mind it so much, he thinks—doesn’t hate the idea of letting himself fall into your palm and wrap around him. it feels nicer that way, like it’s where he belongs.

“fuck, ‘s so tight,” he rasps, whining into your neck as your hand cups the back of his head, holding him in place. his hips are rutting into you sloppily now, barely maintaining the rhythm from before as he nears his high—but that doesn't stop him from angling into you perfectly, slamming into your sensitive spot every time without fail. “c-cum—’m gonna cum. cum with me, sweetheart.”

“‘m so close, toru,” you sob—and then, just as his thumb finds your clit again, rubbing harsh, desperate little circles to get you over the edge, you cum again—harder than the last time, spasming around his cock and pulling him in as you squeeze around him. “t-toru,” you gasp brokenly, “fuck, ‘s good—so good.”

“baby,” he moans lowly, “fuck, you’re so perfect. prettiest thing ever—prettiest pussy ever. i, sh-shit—” your orgasm quickly has him falling into his own, hot, thick ropes of cum spilling into you with every twitch of his cock, sweet little noises pulled from his throat that he sings into your neck, fucking his load into you. 

it’s messy, the way cum spills out of you and coats his cock—but it’s perfect and feels so, so right. you can’t help but think how perfectly satoru fits against you as his body slumps on top of yours, panting and spent as he cages you in his arms.

your hand doesn’t leave his hair—now that you know how it feels, you don’t think you can stop threading your fingers through it, ever. 

“wow, toothless,” he chuckles after a bit, “you’re seriously obsessed with me, huh? i mean, how long have you been nursing this crush on me, hmm? thinking about your brother’s best friend, you naughty little thing—”

“satoru, would you shut that mouth for once,” you hiss, rolling your eyes—still, there’s an affectionate grin on your lips this time as he chuckles into your skin. 

“oh baby, i’m afraid this mouth never shuts, so you should get used—”

suddenly, you both freeze as you hear suguru’s voice through the door. “you two better not be fucking doing what i think you’re doing,” he growls, making your jaw drop and satoru’s eyes widen.

fuck—that was never supposed to happen. suguru was never supposed to hear, let alone know.

“hey,” satoru starts, “if suguru kicks me out of our place, i can come be your new permanent housemate, right?”

do not comment about a part 2

yeah he can come live with me any time and as long as he pays by sucking my tiddies i shall provide all food and utilities and everything

[shesdreaminginoverdose]

Summer Lovin'

A/N: Another drabble while I'm on vacay because I'm literally dying if I don't write something and this is the best I can do while here (bruh imma eat up my long oneshots once I get home). This drabble...hurt me because I'm too single for this shit. Okay, bye, enjoy!

Warnings: none

               You really needed this. This vacation. It finally felt like all of your hard work had been paid off as you swum around in the sea’s crystal-clear salty water, submerging underneath the warm waves as your hot body finally cooled off. The sun was rather harsh today, beaming down on the beach, scaring off people underneath their sun-umbrellas, unless they wished to look like a hot dog by the end of the day. This vacation has been long awaited by you and your friends, having thoroughly planned for it for months and months. Firstly, you had to decide on which country to visit, and to your luck your boyfriend was adamant on visiting Greece, secretly having your back as you really wanted to go there. Secondly, you had to find a house for five people in a village by the sea and thirdly, the most difficult one, was to preserve your money for the trip. You knew yourself; you’d spend almost all of your money on souvenirs like there was no tomorrow, having zero self-control when it came to gifts for your family, and of course, yourself. You just couldn’t help it, there was a certain charm to them, one which you wouldn’t find at home. As you emerged from underneath the water, having almost ran out of air, you heard your boyfriend’s loud laughter in the distance, probably fooling around with his best friends. It were the two of you, your own best friend, and his two other close friends. At first, you planned on taking your time and resting as much as you could, to sleep off the long road trip, however, your boyfriend found himself quite energetic the second day after your arrival and decided he wanted to go sightseeing. You weren’t too happy about it at the beginning, having been one of the drivers, but you couldn’t help it when he started whining and acting cute, trying to convince you to join him and Yunho. San and your best friend decided on staying back at the beach house, promising to cook something delicious for the five of you by the time you returned. You really wanted to sleep all day, but at last, you gave in to Wooyoung, giggling loudly as he suddenly jumped on top of you, peppering your face with kisses, making you whine as he got his saliva all over your face, on purpose. You chuckled at the memory as you turned around and floated on your back, unmoving, the salty water keeping you on the surface, floating around peacefully. Your peace didn’t last for long, however, as suddenly you heard loud and violent splashing around you, before suddenly you felt strong hands gripping your middle, pulling you underneath. You were lucky enough to take in a deep breath of air, knowing very well it was your mischievous boyfriend trying to piss you off, as the two of you quickly came to the surface, brushing your long, black hair out of your face. Wooyoung was already cackling like an evil witch, squinting his eyes as the salt pinched them, making you grin at him in amusement. Serves him right for not leaving you alone.

“You just couldn’t leave me alone, could you?” You teased, making Wooyoung raise his eyebrows as he swum towards you, only his eyes out of the water as he acted as if he were a shark. It made you laugh, even more, when he tried pinching your skin under water, acting as if he were about to eat you. You slapped his hands away and started splashing water at him, making him turn around quickly, shielding his eyes as he barely got the salty water out of them a few seconds ago.

“Stop!” He shrieked, making you splash water at him even more, laughing as he started running away aimlessly, almost crashing into a kid. You apologized to the little guy while laughing, running after Wooyoung, terrorizing him. It’s not like he didn’t terrorize you, it was usually him disturbing your peace of mind, but that wasn’t so surprising. He could be quite hyper and a dumbass at times, never failing to either make you laugh until your tummy hurt so much you could barely speak or either he pissed you off so hard that you didn’t speak to him for half an hour. You could keep your anger for longer, but Wooyoung would start peppering your face with kisses until you gave in with a roll of your eyes, pushing his head away and telling him that, ‘fine, you weren’t mad anymore’, making Wooyoung giggle to himself as he carried on with his previous activity.

“Seriously, stop that Y/N!” Wooyoung was screaming now, trying to fight back and splash you too, but failing as you were right behind him, basically water bombing him. You heard the laughter of your friends from the shore too, and when you looked back, Yunho was filming the two of you, your best friend, Arin, getting up from her spot as she took off her shorts.

“You disturbed my peace, now you pay!” You shouted at your boyfriend as you didn’t relent on your attack, his whining turning into fake crying, not affecting you at all as you were used to his shenanigans.

“Christ,” You heard your best friend’s voice behind you as she swum towards the two of you, “People would think a whale was dying by the sounds Wooyoung is making.”

You started cackling at the words of your best friend, your attention diverted from your boyfriend, finally letting him catch a breath as you playfully splashed some water at Arin. She gave you quite the convincing glare asking you to stop and you smiled sheepishly as Wooyoung finally shut up, coughing here and there, making you roll your eyes at his dramatic theatrics.

“Who convinced me of coming on vacation with two literal children definitely does not love me—”

“Hey!” You scoffed, successfully splashing Arin fully in the face, “You should thank me you’re here, you brat, stop complaining.”

“Thank God Yunho and San are here, or else I would literally go nuts after spending two weeks with just the two of you.” Wooyoung tsked as he joined you, giving your best friend a side eye, making Arin stick her tongue out at him before she submerged and swum away not too far, enjoying herself in the water.

“We’re not even that bad…” Wooyoung muttered to himself as you looked at him with a smile, finding his wet hair framing his face quite attractive. He let it grow out recently, at your request, and you couldn’t stop looking at him right now, taken by his beauty. You wondered, sometimes, how he got blessed with such good genes, his jawline sharper than your knives and his eyes brighter than your future. Cheesy, you knew.

“I know I’m pretty, beautiful, I’ll make sure to take a selfie for you once we get out—”

“Don’t you dare.” You gave him a pointed look, your gallery being already full of his selfies. He’d randomly steal your phone and spam your gallery with silly selfies, sometimes even setting them as your background, making you lose your mind when you’d notice. He was a menace to society, and your own personal clown. As you sighed at your boyfriend, he narrowed his eyes at you and before you could react, jumped towards you, squeezing your bodies together. You huffed at the sudden impact and allowed his arms to circle around your shoulders, your own holding his torso. Of course, you knew what was coming, the first kiss he pressed against your skin was on your left cheek, then on your jaw, the corner of your mouth, your nose, your brows, finally your forehead and just as you were about to sigh, his lips captured yours, warm and familiar. He tasted like salt from the water and as your lips meshed together, you couldn’t help but smile, oh so happy to be here with him, and your friends, of course. Wooyoung couldn’t help it but smile as well as you pulled away, cupping his cheek for a second before you pressed a soft kiss against the mole underneath his eye, making his cheeks flush red. No matter how many times you’d kiss his mole, he’d still blush, finding it endearing and so soft, loving. You loved that mole a lot, it complimented his handsome face well.

“Look at you blush.” You teased against his lips, grinning from ear to ear, making Wooyoung scoff as he lightly pinched your skin.

“I’m not blushing!” He quickly defended himself, “It’s the sun, beautiful, it’s reddening my cheeks.”

You hummed playfully, pressing a kiss against his lips, “Mhm, sure, love, whatever keeps your masculinity safe—”

“Hey!” Wooyoung narrowed his eyes at you, lightly pushing you back. You chuckled and the two of you kissed again as you heard people approaching, definitely being your friends. You ruffled Wooyoung’s black hair as you pulled away and lowered yourself back into the water, watching Yunho and San as they raced towards the two of you, making Wooyoung laugh as he waved his hand at them. The two got to you at the same time, making San pout as he wanted to win, making you chuckle as you waved Arin over too, noticing the small ball Yunho was holding.

“We had to interrupt before you two lovebirds got too carried away.” Yunho said playfully, making you roll your eyes at him as Arin came to a stop between Yunho and San, grinning at Wooyoung as he tried splashing her. It didn’t last for long as Arin instantly reacted and kicked him underneath the water, making Wooyoung groan and hold onto you, his legs around your waist, pulling you slightly underneath, making you groan too. San chuckled and took the ball from Yunho, throwing it at Arin, interrupting the glaring match her and Wooyoung seemed to have started.

“Guys, let’s play!” San said with excitement, waving his arms in the air, motioning for Arin to throw it back at him. Wooyoung swiftly kissed your cheek before he finally released you and took his spot between you and Arin, being an asshole as he tried taking the ball from your best friend before she could throw it. Arin exclaimed in irritation and told him to stop, throwing the ball at Yunho, who caught it with ease and then aimed the ball at you, making you nod as you waited for him to throw it over.

            After playing for at least half an hour, you and Arin decided to get out of the water and dry up a bit before re-applying your SPF lotion, trying not to look like a crab by tonight, if possible. The boys decided to go dive for a bit before they would join you on the beach, so Arin and you set up your towels and laid them out on the sand, resting on them. You would lay on your back for fifteen minutes before you’d lay on your bellies for another fifteen minutes, drying but also tanning, careful not to get a heatstroke in the process as you placed your white hats over your heads. Arin and you giggled as you playfully teased each other, telling stories you had to catch up on yet, her giggling about San’s cute attempts at trying to spend more time with her lately. He was a sweet guy and since he was Wooyoung’s best friend you spent a lot of time together, genuinely liking his character and his attentive care for others. There were few people like San nowadays, and if your best friend was into him, you would only encourage it.

Your head rested against your forearms as you could feel the blazing hot sun against your skin, turning it red slowly, signaling that it was time you retreated into the shadows, where it was safe and a cool can of beer was waiting for you. Arin was giggling about something as she was reading on her phone and as you were about to ask her to tell you too about it, loud manly voices started approaching the two of you, San and Wooyoung arguing about something childish as Yunho kept laughing harder and harder, interrupting your tranquility.

“Why are you two arguing again?” Arin asked exasperated, sighing as she put her phone away.

“San says what we saw was a crab, and Wooyoung says that what we saw was a seahorse—”

“Wooyoung knows what a seahorse looks like?” Arin’s comment made you laugh hard as you pressed your forehead against your arm, your whole-body rocking with how hard you were laughing. Wooyoung didn’t appreciate the comment nor your reaction as he glared at the back of your head, however, you remained completely oblivious to it as you continued laying on your stomach, fifteen minutes having not been up yet.

“I do!” Your boyfriend fired back at Arin, crossing his arms in front of his chest like a little boy, “And those were seahorses, not crabs—”

“Woo, they were red!” San sounded tired as he interrupted his friend, making Yunho shake his head as he sat down on his towel, letting the sun dry his skin up as well.

“I think what we saw were just big rocks, guys, they weren’t even red so I don’t understand why you’re arguing still.” Yunho’s determined voice made the other two finally shut up and you giggled amused, lightly kicking the sand off your feet. However, since Wooyoung was around again, your peace wouldn’t last for any longer. You felt a few cold droplets of water on your back before a heavy body was pressing against yours, cold and wet, making you cry out. Wooyoung lay on top of you, nuzzling his head in the crock of your neck, making you whine as your body was overheated by the sun and his cold skin pressing against yours made you shiver. It felt actually nice, but you didn’t appreciate your own boyfriend crushing you.

“You’re heavy!” You whined, shaking your bottom, trying to get him off, but it made Wooyoung soften his body more, keeping you pinned down.

“Am not.” He muttered and lightly bit your shoulder, making you hiss at him as you tried nudging him with your elbow.

“Get off.” You muttered but Wooyoung just chuckled and whispered ‘no’, sighing into your nape.

“You’re warm and comfy, I’m not getting off, besides, I’m also drying.” Came his lame excuse.

“Yeah, you’re drying while crushing me, Wooyoung, despite your beliefs you’re not made of feather, love.” Wooyoung just rolled his eyes and you felt him shifting, his body finally lifting off of you. Your lungs weren’t getting crushed anymore, you could finally breathe normally. You mouthed a ‘thank you’ as you sat up, dusting off the sand from your legs as you could see Wooyoung fiddling with your bag, reaching for your phone. He gave you a quick glance as he unlocked it, catching your glare, but acted as if he saw nothing as he took up his signature pose, puckering his lips at the camera, almost giggling when he heard your loud groan. Yunho chuckled amusedly as he intruded in on the pictures, posing with Wooyoung, making you shake your head as you had expected more from him.

“Are you hungry?” San asked the group, rubbing his tummy lightly. Arin and you nodded as Yunho held up a thumb, Wooyoung too busy taking selfies with your phone.

“Let’s go eat!” Your boyfriend exclaimed, finally putting your phone away, grinning as he quickly stood, pulling Yunho’s arm to get him to stand as well. As you and Wooyoung made eye contact, he sent you a flying kiss, winking at you cheekily, making you chuckle. Seriously, he could be such a man-child sometimes.

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