#(THIS WOULD BE MY FIRST EVER WRITING COLLAB!)
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mochi soup's sappy happy crying session
i'm so sorry, please bear with me, but i really need to be super sappy rq. (it's gonna be a long one, so imma add the read more here)
i just recently hit 10k likes and lost my shit over it qwq;; i was overthinking a lot, i wanted to run away, and it kinda hit me because honestly, i don't think i deserve all this ;; like i'm just being silly on here and having fun ;;
but that aside, i have been thinking how to properly say thank you, since words are really hard for me (wow big shocker ikr lmao) but i realized it's thanks giving, despite me not being from america i saw all the love today and i thought maybe i can try, this time, to put it to words. (i'm sorry if i don't make sense at all, and honestly don't mind me honestly, i've always been super scared of talking on here but i need to ramble)
so, idk how to start this, i honestly quit art for good like 4 years ago, won't comment on it but this year i tried to pick it back up. i am so scared of people, especially online but i thought why not, so i made a lil acc on here, i wanna say i'm so lucky to have met you all and seeing people like my art, seriously it's what keeps me going. (that sounds so sappy but for what feels like the first time in my life i am genuinely being myself and i am so happy idk what to do) this is way too long of an intro...
i'm gonna start off my twin of course, it feels fitting hehe ;; so, @saltedbiscuiit you know how shit i am at words, and you know how thankful i am for you, and we talked so much about it already so i'll try to keep this short ;; i am genuinely so happy to have met you, kinda feels like it changed my life back then, it honestly hasn't been that long really, since the art trade back in july, i honestly feel like i found my other half (that's so sappy pls don't cry but i'm being honest) thank you so much for everything, you do so much for me, even if you don't know it and i am honestly so so grateful and happy. thank you so much <3 hehe, salty soup salted mochi
the next one is @cryptid-juzou we just recently met, but i fell in love with your writing, almost instantly!! you're such a great friend, and it's sm fun talking and playing games with you!! and i'm so happy and grateful to have met you!! Really, thank you so much for all you did for me and for accepting the collab! To be working with you on our thing (i won't go into detail, yk big surprise and all) honestly, i'm so so happy and i can't wait to finish it!!
next!! @k-aez !! you've been haunting me in dreams, scolding me and i still think about that raw chicken art you did. okay jokes aside, i'm so happy to have met you and i feel the need to thank you like forever for creating the server and everything you've done. you've been supporting me and pushing me to get out of my ass and kept encouraging me sm. i can't put it into words, but i will be forever grateful for everything!
big big thanks to @ohhcinnybuns, @anticidic and @ediblepandas ya'll have been feeding my brain so many good ideas and enabled some brainrot i will thank you forever for. cinny, you know how much i love your fics and your massive brain in general, i'm so happy i was brave enough back then, and did some art of your ideas, idk if i would even tried to join the server if i didn't see your reblog. rosie, you know how much i love your fics, i'm not about to fangirl in public but i'm truly thankful, you've inspired me so so much, i love with your writing, your kitsunezai au and your scream in phasmo still is the best scream ever! pandas, hehe yk i need to thank you here too! your yapping about dresses and in general talking to you is so much fun! i love your brain sm! thank you so so much for enabling me so much, and please send me more dresses, i love them all!
and, ofc i have to give big thanks the chaos trio too @thatghostinyourbog @spccts & @msshinylemon !! yes, i'm calling you that, that name is fitting, shovel fight if you disagree, losers >:3 i have to thank you three a lot, ya'll are so fun to hang around and play games with, i seriously love what you all do, be it drawing, writing or just the way ya'll yap nonstop! it's sm fun hanging out and i love how we bounce off each other so well and ya'll inspire me so much!! also tysm @nolongerforthetainted for babysitting them!! i really love your writing sm and it's always sm fun yapping with you, and also pls make more coleslaw beds!! i need them! but honestly, thank you so much, i am so happy to have met ya'll and i always look forward to talking and hang out with ya'll!!
WAAAAA THAT IS SO LONG OMG BUT!!! I also need to thank each one of you, all my moots and everyone that just takes their time to look at my art, leave a like, reblog, comment what ever really, i appreciate each and every one of you so so much! thank you all so much, from the bottom of my heart, i can't explain how much it means to me! i also want to give a lil thanks to @noakiie @nevertheblood @altruistic-meme @artsyaudience @konbupie @jellyphink & @lethargyinafishbowl i wanted to tag more but i'm so sorry but i'm too scared, really ;;;
idk how to end this, honestly, i feel like i wrote too much and rambled way too much. i guess i'm just gonna-- *runs*
WITH MUCH LOVE AND A BIG HOP STEP JUMP -mochi soup
#happy sappy crying session ya'll gather around i was crying and sobbing writing this and i am not sorry ya'll started this fr#i think i used up all my words for this year#how did i just shit out 1k words#pls don't mind me#idk how to tag this properly#mochisoup rambles#and i never do this here#it's a one time rare event frfr#*runs and hides*
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@larluce Thank you for the tag and for the rec!!! You are amazing too! I can't believe I'm working on our second collab!!!! 1. How many works do you have on AO3? 31! 13 of which are Melin the rest are from YEARS ago.
2. Whatâs your total AO3 word count?
297,340
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Currently just Merlin. There is one dragon age fic I MIGHT eventually go back to but merlin for the forseeable future!
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Fever Talk
Treat Me Warmly
Better Than Burning Merlin Enchanted (my first colab with Larluce)
Unthinkable All of these are what I tend to stick too for my fics that are below 40K+ Aka a mixture of fluff, Hurt/confort, angst, banter, whump, ETC with a happy ending. The next one would be one of my long fics XD
5. Do you respond to comments?
Consitering how happy they make me! Yes Every one!
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
I'll be honnest with you! It would be in my old fics for the Dragon Age Fandom and not Merlin. I tend toward happy endings for Merlin fics. Likely Forget me not or Good Boy
7. Whatâs the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Uhhhhhhhh UHHHHHHHHH UHHHHHH Well Most of my merlin ones have happy endings? If we're going least traumatized Um PERHAPS treat me warmly?
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Oh not really hate but I got this one person commenting on my longfics that Merlin deserves better because arthur would go back to gwen if he could and that they don't like gwen. Like I'm sorry but my Arthur returns series is my love letter to the cannon version of the show in my mind. I'm not going to pretend Arthur never loved Gwen Even if the fic's main paring is Merthur, And even if I belive Gwen would be more likely to love Arthur but stay with the man she remarried (Who she also loved because In my mind she married again to a noble she loved for secrity AND LOVE because I want her to be happy in her life) and knew into old age in the afterlife.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
I include sex scenes in longfics usually and if asked for a request. I do not think its what I am best at but I do my best!!!
10. Do you write crossovers? Whatâs the craziest one youâve written? NOPE!
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
NOPE!
12. Have you ever had a fic translated? I am borning and only speak english but I would never say no to this!
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
with @larluce I'm actualy currently about to do my first edit of our second colab! 14. Whatâs your all time favourite ship? MERTHUR
15. Whatâs a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
When I started writing merthur I had a rule that I do not publish any of a fic until I am done with the entire thing. I do have some drafts however One is my version of What happens post cannon during gwen's reign. I Don't think I'll ever finish it because I'm CRAZY about merthur. and having Merthur in a fic helps keep me going with it.
16. What are your writing strengths? I like to think I am good at keeping In character, Besides that Dialouge and feelings I think. I like to know my characters deeply and be able to keep them fairly close to their cannon versions. Of course characters have LOTS of cannon versions depending on which time in cannon and how the story affects them. BUT still its somthing I like to focus on
17. What are your writing weaknesses? Problubly having enough decription. I'm NOT a super visual thinker so yeah. 18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
Normally it should be translated or knowlable. Spells are an exeption
19. First fandom you wrote for? Um I was not in any fandom but I wrote a LOTR spoof in elementary school
20. Favorite fic youâve written? Oh easy. Our Stars Still Shine Together was my first long merlin fic and the first that I wrote after realizing I could write again
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Twenty Questions for Fanfic Writers
Thank you @liviapeleia for the asks <3!!
Tagging longtime frond @breadkween, fabulous runner of @merlinmicrofic @queerofthedagger (thank you!) and reader and writer who's left me lovely comments @achillesuwu. @mythandmagic, Ao3 is down rn so I can't check but if you have any fics yourself, here's an ask game for you! There's no obligation, presh or time limit of course! Also like @liviapeleia said before me, consider yourself tagged if you see this!
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
11
2. Whatâs your total AO3 word count?
265,960
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Right now just Merlin. I've written for other fandoms in the past but each of those works have been standalone.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Always His Destiny | Merlin | A true love's kiss, resurrection and golden age AU written for Glompfest 2024.
Like Every Tree Stands On Its Own | Merlin | A longfic inspired by other Arthurian media/sources featuring Wildman Prophet!Merlin and a magical forest. This is my magnum opus.
What's Mightier Than a Sword and Robs a Prince of His Servant? | Merlin | Pre-slash Merthur minor canon-divergence in which Merlin's talents in speech writing land him a promotion and Arthur is Not Pleasedâ˘.
Only Human | Venom | A short gift/exchange fic about masturbation, lol. The fic I received in exchange was also about masturbation. In my defence this was a writing exercise (I promise).
The Sky Is Falling | Nightvale | Unfinished fic about alcoholism recovery, love, community and the complete collapse of reality.
...Okay wow what a mix :D
5. Do you respond to comments?
I really love comments and I love getting into discussions with readers! It really makes my day to see that someone has commented on one of my fics.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Am I allowed to choose a soon to be published WIP? Words Are Dead, a microfic inspired by the Agnes Obel song of the same name in which Merlin and Arthur are unable to communicate when Arthur returns. Merlin has lost Brythonic, his first language, and his capacity to relearn it. He's simply been alive for far too long and his mind has suffered :(
7. Whatâs the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Like Every Tree has a prolonged bittersweet kind of ending but I think Always His Destiny wins.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Nope/not yet!
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Yes, though so far it hasn't been the focus of any of my works, there's no reason why that can't change though (the Venom one doesn't count, I make the rules here). As to what kind I'd say loving and intimate, I guess? Sometimes with a bit of a hurt/comfort element to it. Again, no reason why I can't branch out in the future ;)
10. Do you write crossovers? Whatâs the craziest one youâve written?
While not labelled as a crossover, Like Every Tree was heavily inspired by Arthurian media both new and old, and one medieval Irish source. I did so much research for this fic and I'm still down those various rabbit holes. It was a homage to my favourite, janky cartoon movie from my childhood Quest for Camelot. Otherwise I don't write proper crossovers.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Don't think so.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Also don't think so.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
No but I would love to!
14. Whatâs your all time favourite ship?
I guess it really has to be Merthur! I don't recall a ship ever having such a hold on me. Those two are doomed but made for each other. The way they interact is so much fun to read/write.
15. Whatâs a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
Damn, this is definitely Be Here When the Weather Turns, a Mushi-shi fic. It has a very soft, restful and liminal vibe and I adore it. I really do wish I can finish it someday. So sometimes like a song, you share a piece of media with someone, or you associate it with a particular chapter in your life, and that song/piece of media brings up feelings. I'd like to think it's still worth a read. If you don't know Mushi-shi, please consider checking it out, it was weird and quiet and beautiful.
16. What are your writing strengths?
I can't deny that I put a lot of love into this hobby. Also @breadkween has told me that they really like my dialogue :3
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
I'm really prone to typos. I can re-read something a hundred times and just fail to see them. I'm a very slow writer; what I put out usually goes through months of edits and change-ups. Lastly I have embraced a faux-pas or two for fun, such as starting sentences with 'and.' And no one can stop me >:)
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
I'd only be comfortable writing dialogue in a language I've formerly learned and have some level of familiarity with for fear of getting something wrong.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Okay I love this question because the answer is the highly formative Garth Nix's Keys to the Kingdom series, a YA series I was obsessed with, and have continued to read, and re-read as an adult and as unexpected prequels and sequels popped up in more recent years. I wrote it on a literal floppy disk :D First fandom I wrote for that I actually published online was Undertale.
20. Favorite fic youâve written?
Definitely Like Every Tree. I'm just really proud of it :3
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Hey, everyone!
If you read my notes on ao3 to the latest chapter of "A Winsome Witch And A Happy Human", you'll notice that I mentioned that I was taking a break from the story to work on a writing collab project with a mutual / friend.
Me and Lee plan to release one part of the story for every day of December!
Well, I'm here to talk about it!
It's titled "Witte Solstice", and I'm writing it with @leespinoodle!
"The most satanic time of the year is upon us, and Caleb wants me to participate? Hmph! As if I would..."
Here's a summary:
It's winter in the Boiling Isles, and Caleb prepares to celebrate the solstice with his wife, his friends... and hopefully, with Beardo Philip!
Philip swears he'll never partake in the satanic holidays of those demonic witches.
But when Caleb invites him over for the solstice... maybe he'll find himself making an exception.
Commis//sion art here.
#(ME AND LEE ARE SO EXCITED ABOUT THIS YOU HAVE IDEA!!)#(THIS WOULD BE MY FIRST EVER WRITING COLLAB!)#(AAAA!!!)#the owl house#owl house#toh#caleb wittebane#toh caleb#caleb toh#emperor belos#belos#philip wittebane#toh belos#belos toh#toh philip#philip toh#the wittebane brothers#the wittebros#wittebros#witte solstice#toh au#writing collab project#fanfic#fanfics#toh fanfics#fanfiction#fanfictions#winter solstice#writing#my writing
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ok but what do you think of demiromantic hal?? someone mentioned that he's aro coded and it's something I didn't knew but needed it đ
As someone who is on the ace spectrum (demiromantic and asexual), I really like when people write about some of my favorite characters having the same sexualities as me.
I do headcanon him as demiromantic, and also pansexual.
(Down below is me explaining him being demiromantic when it comes to his feelings and also Barry + Carol...)
HOWEVER, he is... as Ollie says a space tomcat, he takes on emotions much more seriously in my hc. He can do whatever, but when it comes to how he feels romantically it became a lot harder for him to express himself romantically too. <- Trouble with love genuinely but with trying to tell people anything related with love has been a topic for him. Which is also an explaination of the acts that he does for the people he cares about because it REPLACES him trying to explain his feelngs. When you think about it, the way Hal shows his love towards people or showing that he cares comes into a lot of wild acts or making sure that he'll come to the ends of the Earth when it comes to someone. (Like in your post, which I forgot to reblog and add to it :3, in DC vs Vampires, how Hal wanted to rule the world with Barry....) ------ Unrelated but related-- While yes, he does save people, Hal is deepened through emotional bonds both platonically and romantically... (I like to take this literal, as a form of being bonded by lantern ring emotion such as Carol with holding to Star Sapphire and Barry with being expressed by HAL to hold the mantle of hope, because it took years with these two for Hal to be linked with them in some type of way -> Sorry, I'm kinda normal about the bond Carol and Hal have, there's many levels of a relationship that these two have -- Including Barry and Hal together. There's a lot of things to talk about these two.)
This first occurs with Carol. As they grew older (Teen years to Adulthood <- Before JL), it gave Hal time of falling for her. Whether it was those long talks out on drives or opening up to each other about the deeper things. Plus, bringing in the things they face together and the collaborations these two agree on or disagree or OVERALL the way they communicate through different forms when it came to both in suit and out of suit. One of my thoughts for my Demiromantic Hal hc. Not only this but they also have a deep connection together later when it comes the Star Sapphire Possessions + Hal being Reborn in Spectre while Carol has presumably moved on. Although it took a bit to figure himself out, he both cares and loves Carol in impossible ways that could be explained. Which leads me to the next case...
(I had to ramble about them... They are like the best friends ever + including Barry and Iris when they come along.)
Sharing to add on for your post... But this is ALSO an idea I've been having for a fic... But I don't have time to write it ALL because I want to make it to many chapters. Be Prepared because I like when you mention HalBarry to me, I get happy because I don't talk about it to people. I also love to hear HalBarry thoughts because I project things that people don't get much like what I'm about to write..
The way Hal feels when it comes to being in love, is partially dumbfounded, it's something that sets him back when he realizes that there's an elephant in the room. One he describes as longing in a way where he didn't know he felt this fast. When in reality it has been years since this friendship. Yes, feelings for one of his best friends. One that he's been friends with since the beginning of the Justice League formation. Which was long... His hair is grey and the smile that was once without wrinkles now forms lines whenever he smiles or laughs.. In his mind, it feels that the feelings that are coming into play feel dangerous. How it makes his palms sweat just being near Barry. How when he isn't being occupied by anything busy, he's thinking about a fond memory with Barry. How Barry makes him smile, the way everything about his friend just makes him giddy like some teenage puppy love. Something he never got to experience but god, when he's with Barry, he feels so young. That even imagining them growing old together is just one step to keeping Hal feeling so young. It's like being awkward when you have no idea where to put your hands. Especially with a friend you've had for many years. A friend who's been there by his side that Hal now begins to think an eye for god knows how many minutes. The friendship teasing between the two and the playful chases that they would take on those evenings when everything just seemed perfect. How standing on that cliff when they were younger, the intimacy of the stare they held. Their deep connection that brings Hal to appreciate every moment he's had with him. How they're practically linked in color. How hope filled the willpower that settled in his personality. That when it came to Barry, it felt like he might have something to lose. Something and someone he's lost before. He knows what it felt to lose Barry. Which one proved his love for Barry to be a lot stronger than what he first thought when it came to the last glimpse of friendship. How that bond turned into a strong form for what Hal should keep fighting for. It was so unexpected. So unexpected to be in love with your best friend.
#THANK YOU FOR THE ASK UHMM#I LOVE DEMIROMANTIC HAL I THINK ITS MY FAVORITE EVER :(( he is so relatable I get him#also don't mind me going insane on the halbarry part...#guys he is so distance by christina perri coded...#i was listening to the halbarry playlist do you get me#UGHHH I COULD GO ON FOREVER BUT IM SEEING LINES ON MY COMPUTER#hope you enjoy this because I so need to write more to the ending#thats like a summary for this#barry fell first but god hal fell harder for him#hal jordan#barry allen#halbarry#and a bit of halcarol in here guys#speedster ramble#if we ever collab cessmaga tthis this#we need to make them halbarry real#i mean it is in one universe but maybe another guys do you get me#I LOVE HAL JORDAN#i would like to say the way hal shows love is really special to me like he cares for people no other
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Ateez as Boyfriends [Explicit Ver.]
yet another collab with loren @eightmakesonebraincell. idk what this is but it's smut and it's a filthfest in here sooo MDNI!!
lmao when we think about it now we don't even know how we came to write this (speed write it more like) but this has collected dust in the drafts for a good while anddd it's our first time writing smut like this (minus my woo fic) so here we are :') Enjoy!
Hongjoong
eye fucks you
literally when he is in the mood he will let his eyes scan you ever so slowly
tease.
i just think that most of the times youâll be in the studio
and studio sex calls for you in his lap to get his attention
while his attention remains undivided on his pc
until you grind-
one wrong move and youâre done for
if he doesnât want you to break his focus at that moment, heâs probably gonna growl and bite your shoulder with the promise of whatâs about to come
and threaten you with things he would do to you once he is free
however, if you've succeeded?
immediately on to you
lips everywhere and anywhere on your body
tongue in your mouth
i feel like even if he tries to go slow, heâs the type to lose control in the middle of it
and go super intense and heated
loves it when his hands are on your hips and controlling your movement
the type to wedge his thigh between your legs as you make outÂ
and watch you become a mess as you grind on it
or when youâre sitting on him, heâll hook your legs over his to stop you from closing them
heâll finger you until youâre squirming in his lap
punish you for distracting him and being a bad girl
neck kisses heâs gonna leave pretty marks all over you
will praise the f outta you (not me censoring this.)Â
will probably move around a lot during sex
like one moment youâre in his lap
next youâre on the couch, heâs on top of you
until you switch
and then he has you standing up and suddenly youâre pinned against the wall
will not miss a chance to go down on you
knows exactly how to make you cry
and i mean cry.
laughs against your throbbing core and the vibrations oh goodness
absolutely loves the feeling of your fingers gripping his hair in desperation
nips you everywhere
and when youâre finally begging him to give you what you want, thatâs when heâll let you have some moment of control
probably curses in pleasure
loves watching you on top of him but makes sure you know whoâs in control (him)
heâs gonna spice things up when youâre reaching climax
i think i said he knows how to make you cry so go ahead and imagine
will overstimulate you before he wraps things up hehe
i just feel like his fingers on your clit right before you come and itâs 10x more intense
would love to come inside you when he can ;)
hongjoong would also probably record the audio of your moans during sex and when you climax (with consent ofc)
and on nights when heâs missing you heâll play it through his headphones and touch himself wishing you were here
takes such good care of you when youâre done like you joke that heâs suddenly worried if youâre okay when he fucked you like thereâs no tomorrow-
but really heâs all prepared heâs immediately making sure you have what you need- water, cuddles, round 2, you name it
will kiss your forehead as he assures you youâre his muse, the love of his life and all that sweet stuff :â)
you whine that you feel all sticky and gross
he definitely has an abundance of tissues and wet wipes in his studio
when people ask him why he has so many he tells them itâs for yknow cleaning
if you guys are back home in the shower though?
omg he is so soft and all about the romance
makes you feel so so loved
holds you in his arms for the longest time
or youâre in the middle of doing something and he grabs your wrist
and pulls you towards him with the biggest smile on his face
hands on your hips as he sways you around
and you just know that look in his eyes means heâs in the mood and heâs going to make this a memorable night for both of you
youâll hook your arms around his neck and sway to the music that is in your heads
guided by his movements
he tells you what heâs feeling. no filters
and you appreciate that so much about him
would definitely have a post-sex playlist that heâs made with like slow candle-lit dinner vibes
plays it with a speaker in the bathroom as he presses long and lazy kisses against you
basically a very love-driven makeout session :((
hehe but he most definitely nibbles all over the marks heâs left on you with a sense of achievement
loves when you wear one of his shirts over just your panties as you go to bed together
itâs the possessiveness in him iâm telling you
heâs quick to fall asleep but you can see a faint smile on his lips as you caress his head or his face
and you tell him all the reasons you love him
you can swear his hold on you tightens even though he is fast asleep
and youâre going to wake up with him looking at you like youâre the most beautiful thing he has ever laid eyes on :((Â
even tho you look like an absolute mess in the morning-
Seonghwa
tongue.
man has a mouth on him like have you seen his lips?
the prettiest lips in ateezÂ
and his tongue????
he is the best kisser in ateez fight me
he knows how deadly his tongue is
and heâs going to use that to his advantage
makeout sessions are gonna be next level with him
and when his tongue goes elsewhere-
like when he kisses your neck?
or anywhere for that matter??
you literally cannot breath
itâs like itâs turning him on too
makes the dirtiest noises you betÂ
he loves the feeling of your thighs clenching around him because it means that youâre close
he praises you and tells you that you have the prettiest moans
loves that youâre making those sounds just for him
heâll enjoy overstimulating you
he coos and tells you to give him one more orgasm baby as he digs his fingers knuckle-deep into you
he knows your body so well
he can tell exactly when youâre about to come
like, heâll say âcome for meâ because he knows thatâs what tips you over the edge
and then when heâs satisfied with how many times youâve come for him
thatâs when he gets started
when you guys are fucking there are two different moods
sometimes he likes to take it slow and worship your body
pepper kisses all over your face and anywhere he can reach
presses his body against yours like he has to be touching every part of your exposed skin
drags his length in and out of you slowly so he can feel every inch of you
will latch his lips onto yours and explore your mouth with his tongue
likes to hold your hand :â((( i love him so much
other times itâs hot and fast and needy
his hands roam all over your body and through your hair
rolls your nipples between his fingers to make your back archÂ
moans into the kisses
bites your lower lip
either lets you run your hands wherever you want or pins them to whatever surface youâre on
you fist the sheets beneath you or grip his shoulders
he grunts and pants in between praises of how tight you are and how good you feel
before heâs coming hard into you
iâm convinced that when hwa comes his eyes roll back and he lets out the deepest moan
itâs so filthy his expression alone can make you reach your climax honestly
his warmth fills you up (pls use a condom irl)
and when he pulls out, the sight of his cum leaking out of you has him half-hardening again
he loves to see how heâs ruined you
and you best bet heâll help clean you up-
with his mouth
heâll hold your legs apart as you writhe from sensitivity
as soon as you both come down from your orgasms, itâs like all the dom has left his body
he literally becomes the softest when heâs doing aftercare like his touch is suddenly delicate and heâs holding you like youâre fragile
âsir, iâm pretty sure youâve left bruises on my body but okayâ
âah, did i? shall i kiss them so they get better?â
and you grin bc youâre lovestruck
and he feels so proud that he made you smile bc that means youâre okay
literally every second sentence that comes out of his mouth will be praise
that you did so well for him
that youâre so beautiful
that youâre all that he could ever ask for
<33333
peppers soft kisses on your face and kisses your knuckles
brings you sth warm to drink and cuddles you all night
i feel like heâs the type to love feeling skin on skin when cuddling
especially after having sex
he just has his boxers on and you just have your panties on
and he loves to hold you close to him and just feel you next to him in such an intimate way :â(((
he canât keep his hands off you but itâs completely innocent
traces little patterns and shapes on your back
splays his hand over your tummy
rests a hand over your chest bc he likes to feel your heartbeat
and he does it unconsciously too, even during pillow talk
you two can talk for hours about anything and everything deep into the night
it doesnât even matter what the pillow talk is about all you two want is to hear each otherâs voices
imagine hwaâs post-sex husky deep voice akjfldsg
but you two talk and cuddle for so long neither of you even realise when youâve fallen asleep
in the morning he wakes up before you but he stays cuddling you until you wake up so that heâs the first thing you see <33
thereâll be lots of lazy kisses before he gets up to make you a cute breakfast
Yunho
eye fucks you pt 2
literally the way he just watches you at times
like heâs drinking in the sight of you
before he kisses you heâs going to cup your face and look at you for the longest time
and you can see a thousand undecipherable emotions in his eyes
hesitates a bit before he kisses you but once youâre into it heâs a changed man
idk about you but i feel like his tongue can do wonders
i just think heâs a natural at this he kisses you like heâs been doing it forever and will never get tired of itÂ
makeout turns heated pretty quick and one thing leads to another-
will be vocal during sex too like
he needs to hear you say some stuff before you proceed
he needs to hear your voice to confirm youâre feeling good
heâs pretty much driven on that
he aims to please you.Â
his hands. need i say more?
he drives you crazy with his hands alone
even when theyâre cupping your face or like holding you behind your neck
you love his hands in your hair
you love it when you feel his big hands anywhere on your body for that matter
especially when theyâre gripping your thighs
and his long fingers omg
just a brush of them in the inside of your thigh or near your core and youâre done for
makes you a writhing mess before he will even touch you
will also pin you on nearest surfacesÂ
and lets his mouth and thighs do the rest
probably loves when you ride his thigh too as he makes out with you
to the point you almost come on that alone
he just loves when you want to be in control but he restrains you
and you gladly let him
will at times let you dom him
but he just thinks that youâre cute for trying
really, heâs watching all smug, watching you on top of him, waiting until heâs had enough
and then heâs flipped you
heâs pinned you to the bed and he dwarfs you grrrÂ
ânow itâs my turnâ
if you think cuddling while lovemaking is a soft trait? make it hard for yunho
like heâs just burying his nose in the crook of your neck while he pumps into you
spoons you from behind as he rubs his length against your ass
or kissing your temple or head and moaning against you
and oh goodness his weight on you when heâs on top of you i-
will mumble praise into your ear
âyouâre so fucking wet babyâ hdsjhjkdfhg
âyou feel so goodâ
and youâll def praise him in return he loves that
not afraid to experiment with you
and heâs always just so supportive of your wants and needs
heâs also fully capable of driving you insane like he can be a little shit sometimes-
his hand around your throat.
his hand being able to wrap around both of your wrists
loves to pin your wrists above your head
when heâs approaching his orgasm heâll see what you need
probably loves it when you come together
and heâll pump all that inside you he wonât stop
will remain inside for a good few moments until he pulls out
and then it's just another round of teasing each other as he takes care of you
âcan we shower together now?â but you know it will lead to shower sex
âwill you let me spoon you after i clean you up?â
âonly if i donât find your dick hardening against my ass in the middle of the night, yunhoâ
the teasing is just ramped up honestly
you two flick soap suds at each other
he smacks your ass and it startles you and you slip a little in the shower
he makes sure to catch you but you smack his chest as revenge even though you two are giggling
when you step out of the shower heâll throw your towel over your head so it covers your face
the man runs out of the bathroom before you can throw the towel back at him
heâs just streaking through the house naked at this point
it takes a while for you two to calm down enough to actually get into bed
but thereâs definitely another hour or two of very handsy teasing
mostly from him as you giggle at his antics
and lots of hypothetical discussions about things you guys could try out next time
but also not hypothetically because he would totally be down lol
heâll be like âokay but what if we restrained your wrists to the shower curtain bar, do you think itâd break?â
and you say you can try next time but if it does break heâs paying not you
youâre just both a laughing mess in each otherâs arms as you fall asleep
Yeosang
vanilla guy
he can move his tongue 180 degrees do you all know what use he can make of that?
heâs either super shy super shy~ or heâs gonna be the demon that we all know he is
his kisses range from shy to heated and rushed
like when heâs shy heâs all smiles and cautious touchesÂ
but you can literally taste it when heâs desperate
because his body language changes significantly
suddenly heâs the most confident
kinda feel like lingerie really turns him on
like whenever you wear something lacy or revealing
his length is already hardening before he knows it
sometimes he tries to hide it
other times he comes right up to you and growls into your ear that he needs you right now
his favourite place to do it might be in the bed
he just wants to make sure youâre comfortable first and foremost
and i feel like heâs a switch
he has his dom days he has his sub days too
sometimes he just needs you to lead and he loves watching you when you take the lead
he lets you do whatever you want to him
like heâll watch as you unbutton your shirt and slip off your bra
and when you lean down to take off his pants
heâll let you kiss him and touch him however you like
but when you start teasing him?
i feel like he has a switch that goes off and bam heâs now in dom mode
and heâs suddenly flipped positions and heâs like âiâve had enough sweetheartâ
and heâs banging into you with no remorse
and you swear his beautiful deep voice does something to you makes you feral is what it does
tucks your hair out of the way as he pumps his length into you
holds your face :( heâs so precious grrrrr
swipes his thumb across your lower lip
daring you to try something like-
heâs a tease he knows what game youâre playing
and if you try to capture his thumb between your teeth heâs gonna be like ânuh-uh not so quickâ
like he can be the sub and still be in charge how beautiful is that
bonus points if you make him laugh or make him shy during sex
you love to see it when you praise him and he gets all flustered
but boi does he know how to make you lose your shit too
esp when heâs in control and just running his hands all over your body
tracing all your curves as he drinks in the sight and praises you so. much.
as if he isnât a walking sculpture himself :â)
loves watching your little reaction and catches on real quick
like if you writhe under him when he kisses your sweet spot? heâs gonna be all smug and you bet the night has gotten longer
because he will spend his sweet time there
and when heâs fingering you or eating you out he will do everything to get the best reactions out of you
aftercare is 90 percent him fussing over youÂ
even though you reassure him that youâre okay from under the mountain of blankets heâs piled over you
he literally treats you like a queen
also because he wants to give you everything that you might even potentially need
so he like
brings you a whole platter of warm tea, water, energy drinks, salty snacks, packets of lollies, chocolates, you name it
will also ask if you need painkillers or anything
you better give that man his aftercare too he deserves it
you slip him bits of chocolate or snacksÂ
sometimes after heâs had one of those days where heâs radiated dom energy or heâs teased you a lot
you bring it up with him and wiggle your eyebrows
like âso iâm your good girl, huhâ
and he gets so flustered and shy and does his little giggle
but you never tease him too much, because you know that he can start to doubt himself or feel insecure
so you always make sure to tell him how good and perfect he is no matter what he does
he deserves all the love in the world <3
so after you let him fuss over you for a while you sort of just, fling up the side of your blanket and say
âget in hereâ
and he has such a cute bright smile as he burrows underneath the covers with you
sometimes he spoons you
but more often than not
you spoon him
and he feels so safe and loved whenever you hug him like that :â(
you love to run your fingers through his long locks because his hair feels super soft
but also because you can almost hear the purr that comes out of yeosang when you do it
heâs a precious baby :(
San
a switch nobody can convince us otherwise
he can be a hard dom
manhandles you, like have you seen the way he is with woo??
holds your jaw to make you look at him
or he gets up close and crowds your personal space
passes you the dirtiest looks
will stare at you for the longest time just to see what your reaction will be
loves it when you get flustered and shyÂ
doesnât care if youâre in public his touches will look casual to others
but youâve memorised what his hand placement means
like when his hand on your waist slowly lowers to your hip, you know itâs gonna be a long night
teases you during sex, like heâll lightly drag his fingers around your upper thighs and on your lower stomach but never touching your core
and heâll ask you what do you want
he wants you to be vocal and beg for him to touch you
and when you do heâll rip away your clothes and go down on you like heâs starved
he unbuttons your clothes and unclasps your bra with one hand and that alone makes you so wet
fondles your breasts with one hand while he circles your clit with the other
he latches his mouth onto your neck and collarbones and sucks on your nipples
has your back arching from all the different sensations all at once
but heâs also the subbiest sub to exist
like can you imagine him whimpering underneath you
this time heâs the one begging
he begs to touch you
and he begs for you to touch him, kiss him, anything
he doesnât care if there are people in the next room or if they can hear him
he just needs to be inside of you
man always does it like itâs his first time taking youÂ
like youâre blown by how much he can enjoy this every time it just gives you that confidence boost too
and heâs big on praise as well
loves being loud during sexÂ
makes the unholiest noises-
makes the most intense eye contact and if you dare shy away from him?
âlook at me when iâm looking at youâ
jksdhgjghjghksgh
^thatâs your reaction btwÂ
his kisses become more messy as things escalate and he just
he wishes he could kiss you everywhere all at once
switches positions so many times but mostly because he needs to feel closer to you in every aspect
might have a thing for putting your legs over his shoulders as he pumps into you
will make you scream without a doubt
like his aim is to make you see stars and boi do you get lost
so you also love to return the favour
and heâs not all that hard to please all you have to do is push the right buttons and say the right things
but you prolong the process on purpose
because you too enjoy seeing him break under you
itâs just that he makes you feel so good about yourselfÂ
he makes you feel like youâre everything heâs ever wanted and then some
will make you come on his fingers
and then lick them clean-
will make you come on his dick next
and break right after he canât handle you becoming a mess on him
collapses next to you and laughs in disbelief because how good was that?
takes a few moments to gather himself, all the while caressing your skinÂ
and kissing you- the softest kisses
before he gets up and takes care of you
and heâs so so good at that
heâs cleaning you up, making sure youâre hydrated, helping you into bed and then the cuddlefest starts
lies against the pillows and then shifts you so that youâre basically half-lying on top of him
he loves when you rest your head on his chest, an arm and a leg slung over the top of him too
(half the reason he works out his shoulders and chest is so that you have more pillow surface area hehe)
in these moments he wishes he has three hands
one to hold you against him
one to caress and run through your hair
and one more to hold your hand with :(
he just has to settle for alternating between the three
and all the while he is just constantly. pressing. kisses. against the crown of your head
âi love youâ
âi love you too, sanâ
and not even twenty seconds later
âi love you so muchâ
âi love you so much too, sanâ
repeatedly confesses his love to you because itâs true he loves you so much itâs crazy
and when he can hear the sleep starting to cling to your voice, heâll wish you goodnight
with many more kisses to go along with it <33
he doesnât let go of you once during the night
Mingi
have you seen his hip rolls-
okay from the start
9/10 times it starts with you cuddling
itâs all good and nice and fluffy and youâre watching something or just scrollingÂ
he just likes to be in physical contact with you in any way
one of you is mindlessly touching the other- very casual at first
casual kiss on your bare shoulder or you kissing his jaw or knuckles
until one of you is in the mood and starts touching the other with purpose
and wait until the other starts squirming visibly
if youâre in his lap? youâre gonna feel it before he can even tell you
and you turn around all smug
but he doesnât give you time to react because he will kiss you
heâs also prob really big on makeouts
he just loves the feel of his lips on yours as if theyâre made for each other
or his tongue inside your mouth and the way you move under him while he kisses you
will have a good proper makeout session before you proceed
his hands will literally travel everywhere
plays with your breasts as he kisses you
also he will kiss every inch of you
and when he goes down on you?
he knows his nose brushing against your clit is your undoing
and he takes advantage of it
the tip of his nose glistening undoes something in you-
will basically make out with your clit
and make you come multiple times on his fingers and tongue before he gives you what you want
those hands squeezing your hips along with that really donât help-
eats you out like a man starved
but before that
heâs also the type to get his own fair share of oral
and you would love to please him as well
you want that
you love it when he rolls his hips, clutching your hair, whether his cock is in your mouth or inside you
and when youâre having sex even tho he gives dom energy, he likes you on top
heâs just gonna be holding your hips and making you bounce on him
heâs gonna slow it down, make it bouncy ;)Â
your hands on his chest
heâs gonna watch you with those eyes
and groan a lot it fuels you
it drives him crazy when you snake a hand down to your front to circle your own clit
and when you climax and collapse against his chest, heâll hold you steady against his chest and grip your ass
will plant his feet against the bed so that he can pump up into you
i feel like he can be pretty filthy in the best way
like he likes it messy
he wants to make you a mess in every sense
he will spill inside you all over you and be proud of it and look at the mess like itâs a work of art
and the air smells of sweat, sex and love <3
will probably prompt another round-
if he lets you have your way first, heâs def going to have his way in the second round
and that could entail a lot of things
but at some point, itâs definitely gonna be him pinning your wrists down on the bed with one hand
while his own thighs holds your open
and he makes you see stars with his fingers alone
and at some point
itâs going to be him pounding relentlessly into you, a hand on your back pinning you down to the bed
and the second round is always so much more intense
you think youâre spent? he knows exactly how to get you riled up again
but he knows when youâre tired and done even when you say you want more
so he just turns very soft all of a sudden and kisses you like a boy having his first kiss
because heâs so in love with you :((Â
and then heâs gonna tell you what you mean to him
heâs gonna make you look at him as he tells you how beautiful you are and how you mean the whole world to him
sometimes he sees doubt in your eyes but he wonât go away until he clears it
and then youâre both giggling and heâs looking around wondering what to do
âthe towels first, please,â you giggle again and he hops off the bed, laughing to himself
probably drags you in the shower with him too and teases you a lot there
so much that sometimes you have another round there-
always so fun with him innit
but he makes sure youâre fed, hydrated, clean and content before he joins you in bed and the cuddlefest starts
human pillow i said what i said
and heâll caress your hair or skin as he tells you about something that happened at work or you rant about something that annoyed you today
and he jokes and teases you and you slap his chest and heâs suddenly a laughing mess and youâre joiningÂ
and then at some point, you both fall asleep in each otherâs arms <3
Wooyoung
omega vibes.
a bratty sub
and wooyoung literally ousts himself as having a degrading kink
not his heart fluttering when hongjoong bossed him around
he likes to tease you and frustrate you all day
a quick smirk here
a sneaky touch thereÂ
feel like wooyoung would also make you wear vibrating panties or put a remote-controlled vibrator in you
will turn the vibration up at the worst times
like when youâre talking to someone or when itâs super quiet
heâll give you the cheekiest grin from across the room
especially when a noise accidentally slips out of you
he loves watching you awkwardly fumble and pretend you didnât just moan
sometimes in the bedroom when heâs pressing the vibrator against your clit, heâll pull away at the last second just before you reach your orgasm
and heâll be like oops sorry :))
until the sexual tension makes you snap
he lets you flip him over or pin him against the wall as you kiss his lips swollen and mark his neck until itâs bruised
and you can feel how smug he is
he loves when you show him his place
and when you mark him with hickeys
youâll push him onto the bed
and sometimes you tie his wrists together
heâs such a brat you canât help but try and tame him even when you know itâs hopeless
so you just give up midway and heâs all smug and laughing and youâre like okay have your way then
itâs just very fun with him never a boring moment
and feels like a game of who has more control (youâve got equal points)(youâre both in negative)
you bet he keeps a record of that
also he gets turned on at the strangest of times
youâre cleaning and he saw you bend down to get that dust? heâs turned on
you almost tripped and made the cutest face afterwards and he teases you but you glare at him? heâs turned on
but the same goes for you
all he has to do is roll his sleeves and display his delicious veiny arms while he cooks
and youâre a whining mess
he knows it
we all love wooyoung in the kitchen
speaking of the kitchen-
no one would eat the food he makes if they knew how many times heâs fucked you on the countertop lol
but he fucks you on every surface he can so-
he loves going down on you mostly because of the noises you make when heâs eating you out
and he knows exactly what move of his tongue or lips against your core earns what noise
he knows you have a thing for his nose digging into your clit tooÂ
so heâs gonna make the most of it ;)Â
will let your thighs squeeze him as he makes out with your clit
but when he pushes them apart? the veins on his arms pop and you canât help but run your fingers all over themÂ
his arms are just such a work of art
and then heâs trailing kisses up your body and kissing you as if heâs short on breath
also has a thing for fisting your hair when you go down on himÂ
and oh goodness does he make the most pretty sounds youâve ever heard
basically the two of you live to rile the other up no matter what way it is <3
when heâs finally inside you, heâs either taking full control or just letting you do whatever you want thereâs no in-between
mostly itâs the latter because he loves to see you ride him
but just because youâre on top of him doesnât mean youâve got full control. he makes sure you know that
because he is going to pound into you from under you and make you see stars <3
aftercare is something ingrained in him
itâs like he gets all his energy back just to take care of you :((Â
heâs fussing over you, not letting you move before he cleans you up and makes you drink or eat something
he has to give the green light for you and at this point, you let him
because who wouldnât enjoy a fussy woo??
and then heâs like âletâs shower together ;) â and youâre like
âah. is that what all of this was for?â
not complaining though
but the best part about showering together isnât another round- thatâs rare
you simply love it when youâre washing each other up
he loves when you shampoo his hair and massage his scalp
and he rubs the knots out of your neck or arms or thighs
wherever you might be feeling sore from your escapades lol
thereâs still a couple of teasing remarks and wandering hands here and there
but he makes sure youâre all warm and dry before he tucks you into bed or wraps you in a huge fluffy blanket on the couch
heâll insist that you do nothing while he cooks up a small meal for you two because if you two hadnât become distracted during the process of making dinner, then you two are hungry from the energy youâve expended LOL
and when heâs made sure youâre absolutely full heâll cuddle you until you both succumb to food coma
Jongho
we all know heâs not physically affectionate
but boi does it look like heâs been doing this all his life
big on foreplay
gets you all hot and bothered first with the way his fingers run over your arms or your thighs
gentle squeezes in between or like something muttered in your ear
until you canât take it anymore and you make the first move
slow kisses are his things like he loves the intimacy when youâre just making out like you have all the time in the world
and heâs shy at first def, will laugh and joke between kisses just so he can get super comfortable
before he turns into a monster
peppers kisses all over your face :(Â
has a knack for making you feel like youâre the most precious thing in this world
to him you are <3
has a thing for necks
will kiss your neck and your sweet spot until it turns red
probably nibble on it too heâd love to see you marked by him
will trail kisses all the way down
will play with your breasts for the longest time as well
just teasing you and making a mess out of you
before he lets his fingers touch you down there and find you already soaked
and god does it give him an ego boost
anddd thatâs where things get interesting
watches your every move when he touches you down thereÂ
and has a shit-eating grin on his face throughoutÂ
(which you love youâre not even gonna complain)
heâs gonna make you come multiple times on his fingers thatâs a given
he loves to watch you move under him and will probably have a hand on your stomach to brace you and refrain your movements
which drives you so fucking crazy
youâre going to beg for him before he ever lets his cock near you
and when heâs ready for that, heâll make it so agonisingly slow
will 100 percent grip your thighs as he spreads them apart and just let you feel him against you
before he enters you
he takes a moment to relish in the feeling of your tight walls against him- he can never get enough of that
will pump slowly into you first before it becomes rushed and then-
uses his strength to manhandle you into the position that he wants
heâll hook his arms under your knees and pound you against the wall pls i need holy water stat
in your bedroom, in your living room, in the shower
omg when he gets all sweaty
and his muscles are glistening as they ripple with his movements lol
dom.
growls in your ears
smacks your ass 100 percent.Â
it drives him crazy to feel you trembling against him
or the way your nails dig into his shoulders and drag down his back as he fucks you
he thrives on the sounds you make to the point youâd almost think heâs getting off on that alone
if you come before him, he wonât stop pounding into you until he does
and boi does he still have some stamina left
but you have all the time in the world so heâll take it slow again
build it up
make you want him again before he touches you
and it just keeps getting more heated, more interesting as the night gets darker
will make sure youâre not overwhelmed though, he really doesnât want you to feel weird at any point of it all
he wants what you want, to the point you sometimes have to beg him to tell him what he wants
because heâs always focused on pleasuring you and you want to return the favour too
so on the rare occasions that he does let you take the reins, you make it a night he wonât forget ;)
by the time youâre done youâre so tired but this man still has some stamina
so he takes you to the shower with him and washes you up :( <3
dries your hair for you too :(Â
youâre so sleepy by now but heâll carry you to bed :(
and then you cuddle and make jokes until you fall asleep feeling the most content ever
and even though jongho is starting to feel tired too, he fights to stay awake just so that he can cherish the feeling of you in his arms for just a little longer
presses soft little kisses on your forehead and down the tip of your nose and over your cheeks and along your jaw
heâs so soft please
when he really canât hold off sleep any longer heâll tuck you closer under his chin before he drifts off too with a smile on his face
has the audacity to giggle at you with his gummy smile when he sees you hobbling the next day because youâre kinda sore
but heâll be at your beck and call for anything you need the rest of the day <3
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member â junhui x f reader genre â romance, smut, strangers to lovers, soulmate au word count â 8.8k synopsis â an all expenses paid trip to greece for your friend's wedding seems too good to be true, but it gets even better when you meet a handsome stranger on the beach. with the help of a mysterious old lady, her magic deck of tarot cards, and one too many coincidences, you're starting to believe things really do happen for a reason. warnings â descriptions of female anatomy, unprotected sex, fingering, marking, an oddly romantic one night stand, mentions of past hookups, reader wears dresses, way too much yearning, happy ending ! notes â my part for the @svthub world tour collab; check out the masterlist here! thanks to @multi-kpop-fanfics for answering all my questions and the biggest thanks ever to @onlymingyus for proofreading & helping me brainstorm throughout !! inspired mostly by the spell mv but also a little bit from nana tour and in the soop bc of the vacation vibes. disclaimer i know nothing about tarot but i did a ton of research so i hope that part makes sense anyway :) this fic was a huge challenge to write so please please reblog if you enjoyed reading, the feedback is super appreciated and it helps me keep writing!! read bonus material here!
they say time flies when youâre having fun.
it felt like just days ago when your best friend had announced she was flying everyone to athens for her destination wedding. between helping prepare for the wedding and getting yourself packed for the trip of a lifetime, a weekend on the beach sounded like exactly what you needed to unwind.
but now that youâre here, youâve quickly realized that your dreams of lazy spa days, massages, and lounging on chairs in the sand with cocktails arenât on your friendâs itinerary.
what is on her itinerary, however? clubs. lots of clubs, and bars, and raves.
the night before the wedding, youâd showed up at the place you had all planned to meet at for her bachelorette party, a popular bar right on the beach in the center of everything. you hadnât been sure what to expect, so youâd worn your swimsuit underneath your sundress just in case. between wedding plans and jet lag, you hadnât yet had the chance to explore the beaches, and you werenât about to let your favorite white strappy one-piece go to waste without wearing it the whole trip; especially not when youâre surrounded by gorgeous clear waters you donât get to see while youâre at home.
you tug at your dress a little awkwardly, a simple off-white piece with buttons all down the front. cute and casual, the perfect thing for an evening on the beach. except an evening on the beach is not what youâre getting.
ânext round is on me!â
all the girls let out a cheer, clapping and whooping as they raise their glasses. youâre still not even halfway through your first drink; the night is young, but your friends are more enthusiastic partygoers than you are.
you lean away to check the time on your phone, trying not to feel defeated when you see how early it still is. youâve been trying to hype yourself up for tonight all weekend, but it doesnât help that your friends are bigger partiers than you. that isnât to say that you dislike parties, or that you never go out; but parties like this, huge events with hundreds of people packed into a small space with loud music and flashing lights, arenât really your ideal way to spend a saturday night. even for such a special, rare occasion like a bachelorette party in another country, you canât bring yourself to get lost in the scene. you shouldâve known how this would go, and yet here you are, standing at a cocktail table by yourself surrounded by drunk women.
you turn back around and suddenly the bar is a sea of unfamiliar faces, everyone around you lost in their own worlds jumping and dancing to the music that booms from the speakers. you stand up on your tiptoes to see above the crowd, trying to push your way through in search of someone you recognize, but it seems like theyâve all vanished.
the pounding of the music is starting to give you a headache, so you down the last of your drink and head away from the bar, pushing past people until the crowd eventually starts to thin and you break out into the open air.
itâs still light outside, but the contrast from the darkened bar makes it feel like stepping into another world. the noise gets quieter the farther away you move, and you find your feet carrying themselves down the beach. you walk backwards, turning to look over your shoulder one more time to see if you can spot your friends, but all you see is a crowd full of strangers.
itâs easier to breathe out here, feeling the freshness of the ocean breeze and the salty air in your lungs as you get further and further from the people and the businesses. you turn around again and almost run straight into a man walking from the opposite direction, and you stumble into his arms before you realize whatâs happening. you let out a little squeak in surprise and jump backwards, almost tripping over your own feet but his hand instinctively shoots around your waist to help keep you upright.
your cheeks burn with embarrassment, an apology already ready on your lips, but he beats you to it. âsorry,â he says with a shy laugh, slowly letting go of you and offering his hand for balance as you slip your sandal back on that had come off. he steps back and gives you a polite smile, trying to move out of your way. âyou look like youâve got somewhere to be.â
âthe opposite, actually. escaping my friend's bachelorette party," you explain.Â
"we're in the same boat, then," he chuckles, tucking his hands into the pockets of his shorts. "trying to ditch the bachelor party. itâs a popular place for weddings, huh?â
âseems like it.â you hum, turning to look out over the water. the setting sun glints off the surface, a clear and bright sparkling blue, and you lift your hand to keep the glare out of your eyes. âi just didnât think itâd be soâŚâ
ââŚhectic?â he asks, and you laugh a little.
"yeah, you could say that.â a warm breeze ruffles through your sundress, and you cross your arms over your chest. âi guess all weddings are like that, though.â
he nods, following your gaze off into the horizon. you go quiet, listening to the music still loud in the distance and the sound of seagulls cawing above your heads. "i was hoping to get a chance to explore more of the beaches while i'm here. i donât get to see it often."
"wanna go for a walk?â you ask suddenly, uncrossing your arms. maybe itâs the fresh air of a new place, maybe itâs the comfort of finding another person wanting to get away from it all, but some part of you wants to stay here and find out. youâd wanted to see more of the landscape anyway, and now seems like as good a time as any, especially now that youâve got company.
he looks over at you, judging your expression before his face softens. âthat sounds perfect.â
itâs still early enough that the beach is still mostly full of tourists, adults lounging on towels while reading books and kids splashing water at each other and playing in the sand. you walk further down the beach, passing in front of a grey haired old woman sitting cross-legged on a towel, shuffling a deck of cards in her wrinkled hands.
"always lovely to see couples enjoying the islands,â she calls out to you. thereâs an almost rhythmic lilt to her voice, and itâs so sudden that it makes both of you pause and turn around, having paid her no mind as you walked past before. she gestures down at the deck and you finally notice that sheâs holding a set of tarot cards, a deep matte black that seems to glitter and sparkle even while shadowed. âwould you like a reading?â
your cheeks start to warm, and you push down the butterflies that flutter to life when she assumes youâre together. "oh, no, we're notââ
"sure," jun says over you, and you sneak a glance up at him when you think he's not looking. "how much?"
she clucks her teeth and shakes her head, staring directly at you although sheâs answering his question. "no, no, no, my dear. just offering a bit of friendly advice. wonât cost you a thing."
jun nods, but she seems like sheâs waiting for your answer so you quickly nod, too. âokay. what⌠do we have to do?â
she places her palms over the deck and closes her eyes, falling silent. you stand in front of her, feeling a little awkward to be hovering over her like this, but she itâs like she doesnât even notice. you share a look with jun, but after a beat he grabs your hand and grins as if to say, just go along with it.
her eyes suddenly fly open and she seems pleased with whatever she was doing. âi knew i could feel it,â she says cryptically as she begins shuffling the cards. âbut letâs just see what fate has to say about it.â
she stops and pulls the top two cards from the deck, placing them face down on the towel as she motions at them with her hand. at her signal, jun bends forward and turns over one of the cards, reading it aloud. âace of cups.â
âace of cups,â she repeats. âan invitation. the open, uninhibited flow of emotions, creativity, and love; the awakening of your spirit. this is a new beginning for you, the start of a new season. trust yourself and your feelings, and embrace the opportunity to grow with your emotions.â
jun nods seriously like heâs taking in her words, but you can see the hint of a smile at the corner of his lips that heâs trying to suppress.
she looks at you expectantly, and you hesitate before realizing sheâs waiting for you to flip over the second card. you cheeks heat as you read it, but you try not to let it show. âthe⌠lovers?â
she smiles, and although her face looks kind you have a sense that thereâs something sheâs not telling. âthe lovers,â she says, almost solemnly. âmany people think this card is strictly about romance. and in some ways it is, but what it really represents is a choice. two diverging paths, two responsibilities. will you choose with your head, or with your heart?â
she stares at you for another moment, then looks back at jun. you both stay quiet and still, subconsciously hanging on her every word as she pauses, clearly having more to say. âhaving these two cards come up together⌠now, thatâs fascinating for you two, isnât it?â
you find yourself nodding silently, although you have no idea why. you feel junâs hand in yours, warm and soft and grounding, and the smallest shiver runs down your spine.
âthe lovers and the ace of cups are the potential for new beginnings and the fulfillment that comes with following your heart,â she says, her eyes locked with yours. âthis is a very powerful and meaningful connection, but only if you make the choice that is most heartfelt. you must be willing to be your most authentic self and hold nothing back. keep your eyes open, and you will be rewarded with profound joy and happiness.â
immediately you turn to look at jun to see his reaction. he looks just as confusedâbut is that a hint of excitement in his eyes?âas you do. the womanâs words are⌠cryptic, to say the least, but it stirs up a feeling of excitement in the back of your mind that youâre trying to ignore. it probably doesnât mean what you think it does, right?
"hey, wait, so what doesââ
you turn back to look at the woman for another explanation, but there's no one there. the beach is empty except for you and jun and the slowly setting sun, a few boats tied up at the dock. youâve walked so far down the beach that even the distant music has faded into obscurity and youâre left standing alone together, surrounded by nothing but the sounds of the waves. even the wind has died down, and it feels eerily quiet but in an almost comforting sort of way, to be alone together in a place like this.
"you believe in that kind of stuff?" you ask curiously as jun starts to walk away.
"mm⌠not really. but she seemed like a lonely old lady. i thought it'd make her day." he looks down at your entwined hands and squeezes lightly, almost teasing as you look up and see the grin on his face. "why, do you?"
you can't help the butterflies that instantly flutter to life in your stomach when you feel his warm hand in yours, but you shrug. "why not?"
jun doesn't reply, just nodding thoughtfully as you continue to walk hand in hand.Â
with the way the atmosphere has suddenly changed, it feels like time has stopped as you meander your way along the edge of the water. you chat off and on with jun, but thereâs a hefty amount of silence that neither one of you feels obligated to fill. talking to jun feels like talking to an old friend, and maybe itâs the beautiful scenery or maybe itâs the way both of you had found yourselves here looking for company.
after a while you come to a stop just below the rocks where youâd started. your footprints from where youâd run into each other are still visible, little indents in the damp sand, and it reminds you of what you were running away from in the first place. maybe you donât want to run anymore.Â
"wellâŚâ jun says, inhaling slowly. "we should get you back to your friends. i'm sure they're looking for you."
"would it be so bad if i said i didn't want to find them?"
he pauses to gauge your reaction, and you donât miss the flicker in his eyes as he looks at you. after a moment nods and points up the shallow cliffs, towards a little stone staircase worn down from years of being travelled on. "my hotel is just up there. if⌠if you wanted to stay a little longer? with me?"
you pull your lip between your teeth, looking up at him and the way the fading sunlight shines through his soft brown waves, and it only takes a second to make your decision. âiâd really like that.âÂ
it turns out that missing out on your friendâs party for a few more hours is an easy price to pay for more time with jun.
the door of his hotel room barely has time to shut before your hands are on each other. you tug him closer by shirt with an eagerness you rarely allow yourself and he immediately reciprocates, pulling you by the waist until youâre pressed chest to chest.
his hand skims over your collarbone towards your neck, and you shiver at the warmth of his fingers caressing the side of your jaw. he angles your chin upwards and leans in as you meet him halfway and your lips finally touch, a low sound escaping from your throat as his nose brushes your cheek.
he makes a soft noise as he inhales, deepening the kiss until you feel your knees go weak. his hand cups your jaw harder, trying to draw you further into him, unwilling to break apart. he kisses you so softly yet you can still feel the intensity behind every movement of his lips, exploring your mouth with a gentleness that feels more natural than anyone youâve ever kissed before.
jun curls his arm around you tighter, and youâre sure he can hear how fast your heart is beating as he kisses you again and again until youâre breathless. you slide your hands away from his chest and start to undo the buttons at the front of your dress, but he stops you. you look up and meet his gaze as his hand on your cheek moves to wrap around your waist, carefully walking you backwards until the backs of your knees hit the bed and you let yourself fall back onto it.
he lets out a quiet groan as you pull him down with you, landing on top of you and catching himself on his forearms beside your head. his face is inches away from yours, staring into your eyes for a beat before he presses down to capture your lips again.
his kisses feel like magic, and you almost forget exactly what youâre here to do. youâd be content to spend hours with his lips on yours and nothing else, but youâre quickly pulled away from it when he sits back and starts to slide his hands down your body, his nimble fingers skillfully undoing the buttons of your dress one by one.
he pulls the fabric away and lets it fall to the floor before leaning to kiss you again, and a grateful sigh slips from your lips at his touch. your fingers tug at his shirt and he breaks away once more to quickly pull it off over his head, tossing it behind him without a second thought.
your hands slide earnestly across his body, your fingertips trailing down his torso and the deep lines of his abs. his fingers brush over your swimsuit in tandem, tracing the cutouts of the fabric where your skin is visible and making you prickle with goosebumps at his touch.
he seems equally as content to just continue doing this, but eventually his hands make their way upwards and gently slip the straps off your shoulders. he doesn't move any further than that, waiting for you to move instead, his fingers resting at the base of your neck just beneath your chin.Â
you follow his actions and shimmy the suit down, letting it bunch up at your hips. only then does he finally break apart from you, moving his mouth down to your exposed breast and letting his tongue glide over your peaked nipple. your skin tastes like salt and sweat, like sunny days and warm breezy nights, and he can't get enough of you.
the first moan you let out is like music to his ears, and immediately he craves more of them. he wraps his mouth around your other nipple while keeping his hands attached to your body like magnets, desperate to be the one to draw more of those pretty noises from your lips.
you lift your hips just a little and he quickly gets the hint, wordlessly pushing his fingers between your skin and the fabric of your swimsuit before tugging it all the way off. he pulls it down your legs and you help him kick it away, leaving you completely bare beneath him.
your hands slide across his shoulders and up the back of his neck, tangling in his hair with another moan that sends a shiver down his spine. you canât help but roll your hips upwards against his body, squirming for more friction as your nails scratch at his scalp.
his face stays buried in your chest for a long time, moving between your breasts and planting wet kisses all along your skin. your head is spinning at the sight of this gorgeous man working his magic on your body, his hands wandering up and down with a tender purpose. you don't even know his name but you already know you're gonna be thinking about this night for months, probably even years. you're shocked at how good he is at this; there's a melancholy feeling looming in the back of your mind, knowing that this is probably the first and only night youâll get to spend with him, but you don't have time to focus on that when you have the tingly feeling in your stomach to focus on instead.
despite not saying anything aloud you can tell exactly what he wants from you, and something about how easy this is sends a feeling of relief through you. all of the mistakes of your past hookups feel like a distant memory. thereâs none of the empty conversations meant to do nothing more than fill the silence and the awkward, tentative movements that youâve become accustomed to from strangers who arenât familiar with your body.Â
but something about the way jun touches you does feel familiar, like youâve been waiting all your life for it, for him. his silence, something that most of your partners in the past had fought so hard to avoid, now only leaves more room for you to enjoy the sounds that often go overlooked: the wet hum as his lips connect with your skin, the distant crash of waves outside the window, the quiet whir of the ceiling fan.
jun leans down and kisses you again, shifting on top of you as his hand wanders down your hips. you pull him closer and let your hand travel a similar path, and you bite your lip in excitement when your fingers skim over the bulge straining against his shorts.
he lets out a strangled noise almost like a whimper at the contact but the sound only encourages you to add more pressure, soaking in his reactions. he whines again, pushing his hips into your hand and exhaling a shaky breath as you continue to palm him, feeling the hard outline of his cock as he struggles to keep his composure.
his knee is against your thigh and he repositions himself to press it higher between your legs, returning the favor and giving you something to grind on. instinctively your legs widen a little to give him easier access, and he rewards you with another hot, messy kiss.
you groan at the feeling, pushing your hips down towards him and rubbing yourself on him. itâs a little rough at first, but youâre already so wet that it doesnât take long before his knee is coated in your arousal and you slide along him easily.Â
after a minute he pulls back just an inch, giving you room to breathe, but one hand is still on your hip and the other curled behind you to support your neck. âgood?â he asks breathlessly, and even though itâs clear as day that youâre enjoying this as much as he is, you still nod and give him an encouraging smile, and he returns it with a smile of his own. âjust let me know,â he says, and the sultry yet sweet tone of his voice makes your heart skip a beat.
at your approval his hand begins to wander again, trailing over the top of your thigh. his finger slowly make their way down and you shiver, your hand stilled against his abdomen as you anticipate his next move.
you take this moment to get a good look at him; youâd been too shy to stare earlier on the beach, unsure how things were going to go. but now that heâs on top of you, shirtless and obviously just as eager as you are, you let your gaze roam unabashedly across his body. your eyes glide over his torso, the hollow slope of his collarbones and his hardened nipples, the deep-set grooves of his abs and the faint lines of his ribs beneath his skin. you want to reach out to touch him and run your hands over every inch of him, but youâre trying to be patient. and although you know your time here is limited, it seems like jun is only just getting started.
his fingers finally make it to your inner thighs, tracing the area around your pussy, but itâs still not close enough for your liking. you wiggle a little to try and encourage him, whining softly and letting out a little plea. his lips quirk up and he nods, his grip on the back of your neck tensing and tangling in your hair.Â
his fingers finally brush against your entrance and you gasp, writhing at how gentle his touch is. he dips his middle finger into your heat before pulling it back out, trailing upwards to your clit to circle it for a moment before heading back down and repeating the process. itâs barely enough, yet it leaves you breathless almost instantly.
heâs staring down between your legs with an intense focus, spreading your arousal around before sinking back into you for more. and just when you think you canât take it anymore, he pushes his finger in deeper, holding it still for a second even though youâve already adjusted to it. he waits until you start moving, arching your back and trying to get him to go further, before he adds his ring finger and begins slowly thrusting both fingers in and out together.
you whimper and curse under your breath, trying to roll your hips to match his rhythm. he starts to curl his knuckles and you swear you see stars, despite the fact that heâs barely moving at all.
after a moment when youâve regained the ability to breathe normally again you start to move your hand back against his bulge, shaky fingers dipping beneath the waistband of his shorts. you wrap your hand around him and your eyes widen at the thickness, the heavy weight of him in your hand and how youâre sure he must be aching by now. you feel the way his cock jerks when you squeeze ever so slightly, his fingers inside you freezing for a split second as his brain tries to process before he plunges them in even deeper, curling into you with even more fervor than before.
you hold him tighter and run your thumb over his tip, swollen and leaking with precum. he gets a little noisier with every move you make, unable to contain the pleasure he gets even from this. even the smallest touches from each other have both of you on edge in a way youâve never felt before, drawn to each other like no one youâve ever had before.
his clothes in the way are starting to frustrate you, so after another second you release his cock and move your hand up to the waistband of his shorts instead, trying to tug them down but itâs difficult from the position youâre both laying in.
âplease,â you pant out desperately after having little success, and he obliges, pushing his shorts away as fast as possible before resuming his motions. heâs still almost completely ignoring himself as he continues to focus on you and only you, and his complete devotion gives you another boost of confidence.
now freed, his hard cock slaps against your thigh and you moan happily at finally being able to see all of him. it looks even better than it felt, thick veins bulging out across his length and his tip flushed a deep red. you wrap your hand around him once more, flicking your wrist as you start to jerk up and down.
his fingers curl upwards to massage the spot that makes your eyes roll back, and if you had any functioning thoughts left you wouldâve marvelled at the fact that he was able to find it so easily, but youâre too busy arching your back against his pillow to think about that.
he can feel you starting to clench harder around him, making his fingers stutter inside you, so he pushes his other hand down on your hip to stop you from moving so much. he pulls his fingers out and your eyes dart back up to his face for an explanation, unable to stop the whimper that escapes from you at the loss, but the look in his eyes instantly puts you at ease. you can already tell he knows what heâs doing, and somehow he seems to know exactly what you need, so for once you donât mind sitting back and letting someone else call the shots.
âcan i fuck you now?â he murmurs, and it takes you a second to even hear what he said because youâre shocked at how low and rough his tone is since the last time you heard him speak. he wipes his fingers against the inside of your thigh as he waits for your reply, and you shiver at the cool wetness on your skin.
the best you can manage is a stuttered âyesâ, and without a word of acknowledgement he pulls you off the bed, guiding you off your back and onto your hands and knees.
you let out a squeak at the sudden change but you let it happen, and a second later you hear his voice beside you, his breath warm against your ear. âstill okay?â he asks, and despite the gruffness in his voice you can still hear the soft edge to his words.
âyeah,â you repeat, suddenly losing the ability to say anything else to express your pleasure, but somehow you know he understands. your stomach flutters at the low tone of his voice, steady and calm but so full of warmth and lust.
you feel the heat from his face move away from your skin, and you know heâs sitting up on his knees behind you. his hands slide down your sides, reaching under you to cup your boobs with both hands as he groans at the feeling. you let out a matching whine, pushing your hips back against him to feel his hard length against the soft flesh of your ass.
his hands still holding your breasts, he leans down over you to keep you flush to his body, your back pressed against his chest. he presses a kiss in between your shoulder blades, letting his tongue trace lightly over the ridges of your spine.
you grind backwards against him harder, your body on fire from his kisses as he starts to suck gently at the back of your shoulder. youâre not sure if itâs hard enough to leave marks, but you kind of hope they do, because then youâd be sure this encounter wasnât a dream. what other explanation is there for the fact that youâve not only met the most handsome man youâve ever seen in your life, but that youâre currently on your hands and knees in his bed as he runs his lips over every single inch of you, waiting for him to fuck you? itâs too good to be true.
but it is true, and you know it when he pulls away to brush your hair to the side and expose more of your back for him. his fingers are still so gentle against your skin, his touch heavy but soft, and it makes you even more desperate for him.
after a while he lets go of you and leans back, taking his cock in his hand and gently tapping it against your ass. you groan and fall forward, pressing your face into the pillows and arching your hips up into the air. his hands slide down your sides, gripping your waist with a low groan as he leans forward to kiss the side of your neck again.
he finally pushes all the way into you, and it feels so good it takes your breath away for a second. you can feel your walls throbbing around him, struggling to adjust to the feeling of being so full in the best way, a way you havenât felt this strongly in so long. itâs a feeling like no other, and it makes you wonder why you ever settled for anything else before this.
his hands are all over you like he canât decide what to do first, but after a while they settle at your hips and give them an encouraging squeeze, waiting patiently for you to set the pace. finally you bring yourself to move, tipping forward to let him slide out of you just a bit before you lean back into him.
he adapts quickly to your rhythm, thrusting in and out and matching your pace, using his grip on your waist for leverage to push himself deep inside with every stroke.
âfuck,â he moans under his breath, finally breaking the silence, and with just that one sound you feel yourself starting to let go.
the words tumble out of your mouth and you ball your fists into his sheets, clinging to the bed to keep you grounded while your head is spinning. âplease, please, yesââ
everything finally hits you all at once, like a tidal wave pouring over you as you fall forward and bury your face into the pillow with a broken whimper.
âdonât stop, please,â you whine breathlessly. your words are muffled by the pillow, but you can tell heâs heard them because his grip on your hips tightens even more, slamming into you with just as much force as before and carrying you through your orgasm.
jun has to bite his lip not to sail right over the edge with you, focusing all his energy on holding himself back until he feels your body go limp all at once, the waves finally subsiding and you let out a deep, pleasured exhale. heâs so close he can practically taste it, his skin flushed and damp with sweat and his abs burning with exertion. only once heâs absolutely sure that youâve finished cumming does he let himself break, pulling out as fast as he can and wrapping his fist around his length with all the energy he has left.
he moans weakly at the loss of your tight, warm walls hugging him so perfectly, but the view as he jerks himself over you all but makes up for it. the sight of your ass pressed flush against his thighs, your lower back arched and on display like a gorgeous blank canvas, and it gives him such a rush until he canât hold on anymore.
the warm, sticky liquid hits your back and you whimper into the pillow, instinctively lifting your hips even more towards him. his cum spurts out in thick ropes, painting your skin and pooling in the little divot at the base of your spine, running down your ass until it feels like youâre soaked in it.
he finally pulls back and lets out the breath he didnât know he was holding in, groaning as he sees you sitting still on the bed with your hips in the air. you feel the bed shift with his weight as he gets up, but you donât pay any attention to it as you focus on trying to steady your breathing instead. something in your gut tells you to stay put, and sure enough, a minute later you hear the sink running and then feel the cool fabric of a damp washcloth brushing over your back.
he lays his hand on your ass and gently gives it a little squeeze to signal that heâs finished, and you finally fall over onto your side. youâre coasting on cloud nine, and everything feels both dulled and hypersensitive at the same time. the whir of the overhead fan is a little more prominent now, and the quiet drone echoes around in your brain.
âdo you need water? or do you want a snack, or something?â jun asks, and while his voice still has a touch of shakiness as heâs recovering himself, you can tell his tone is back to the gentle and polite sound youâve become used to hearing from him.
you shake your head, and he hums softly in acknowledgement as he points to the nightstand on the side of the bed closest to you. âthereâs an extra water bottle there, if you need it. i havenât opened it.â
you nod against the sheets, suddenly too tired to even think about forming words. jun climbs back onto the bed next to you, stretching out his long limbs and leaning against the headboard with a satisfied sigh.Â
you surprise yourself when your body automatically reaches out for him, curling into his body and laying your hand across his forearm like a weight keeping him close. but what surprises you even more is when he mirrors the action, scooting closer to you and letting your head rest against his stomach. your first thought is that he makes a very comfortable pillow, and you let your eyes fall shut for a moment as your breathing returns to normal, wanting to savor this moment as you collect yourself and prepare to leave.
you open your eyes what feels like minutes later, but when you reach over to check your phone you realize youâve been asleep for more than an hour. you inhale slowly and swallow, blinking a few times as the sore feeling in your hips reminds you of where you are.
instinctively, you start to panic a little. your friends are probably looking for you. you disappeared without telling anyone, and now you have to get back to your hotel and make sure you have enough time to sleep properly and get ready for the wedding in the morning. never mind that it was probably the best night youâve ever spent with another person, and never mind that your friends are probably still out partying and havenât even noticed you missing yet.
you slide off of the bed as quietly as you can, stumbling a little when your feet hit the floor. you crouch down to pick up your swimsuit off the floor and put it on, hopping on one foot as you slip each leg through the holes. it's darker outside now, but the street lamps and the moonlight shining through the sliding glass door that leads to the balcony of his hotel room are bright enough that it still feels like day. you're so focused on getting dressed and mentally running over your to-do list that you completely forget there's another person in the room until you hear his voice cutting through the silence.
âyou donât have to do that, yâknow.â
you freeze and look up, your half-buttoned dress hanging loosely from your shoulders, your cheeks burning at the realization youâve been caught.
jun swings his legs off the bed, crossing the room in a couple of strides before heâs standing in front of you. heâs wearing nothing except for the boxer shorts he threw on right before you fell asleep, and your cheeks flush even harder at the sight, despite the fact that youâve already seen much more of him than this.
it takes every ounce of restraint you have to keep your eyes from straying, locked on his face before your gaze falls quickly to the floor where your sandals are left in a heap.
you didnât mean to sneak off. but what else were you supposed to do? you hadnât meant to fall asleep and stay as long as you did, either, and now you were stuck with the awkward conversation that always comes afterwards. the inevitable hurried goodbyes and uncomfortable tension as you try to put yourself back together and leave as fast as possible.
jun takes a small step closer to you, and despite all the confidence you know he has, it feels almost⌠tentative. as if youâre meeting for the first time and he isnât sure whether or not heâs allowed to touch you yet.
there's a lingering feeling that you can't quite put your finger on yet. it's conflicting, because you know you can't stay but everything in you is screaming not to leave. maybe there's something you can do, anything you can do. is it all worth it? to turn your life around in a complete 180 for someone you barely even knowâ and yet, the last few hours that youâve spent with him have been incomparably the best of your life.
after a moment he reaches out and starts to finish buttoning your dress for you, his fingers working them back through the loops with just as much care as he did when he was taking them off earlier.
âsorry,â you manage quietly, though youâre not even really sure what youâre apologizing for. a lot of things: sorry for running away, sorry for having feelings you probably shouldnât be feeling, sorry for knowing this wonât work out despite the way you really, really wish it could.
but he just shakes his head as he finishes buttoning the last button. âi took it off. i can help you put it back on, too.â you can tell he knows what you had actually meant, but heâs ignoring it either for your sake or his. something about his words feels so easy, like all the problems in your head donât mean anything anymore. here you are, an anxious and awkward and confused mess, and there he is, smoothing out the wrinkles in your dress like itâs something heâs been doing all his life.
he adjusts the strap on your shoulder with a gentle pat, but his hands linger for a few seconds longer than they should, and you lift your eyes to meet his. âcan i kiss you again?â he asks quietly, and for some reason his choice of words sticks with you. not one final kiss, not a goodbye kiss, just again. like heâs refusing to admit this will probably be the last time youâll ever see each other.
and you nod, and his hands slide up to cup your cheeks and pull you back into his lips, just as warm and just as soft and just as familiar as the first time. thereâs something so innocent about kissing him, even in the midst of a complicated and confusing mess of emotions that makes you second guess everything. somewhere in the back of your mind you vaguely register that this is the last time youâll ever kiss him, but as long as his lips are on yours it doesnât matter. youâll figure out how to deal with all that later; for now, the only thing youâre concerned about is the way he grips your chin and pulls you even closer.
it feels like hours later when you finally pull away, letting out a slow exhale as you try to blink yourself back to reality, and you know what has to happen now. âcan you find your hotel on your own? do you want me to walk back with you?â jun asks, and you can feel the hesitancy in his voice.
âitâs not far,â you sigh quietly, turning away to slip your feet into your sandals that wait by the bed where youâd taken them off earlier. you shouldâve said yes. âbut⌠thank you.â your words hold a sincere weight to them, and itâs silent for a few seconds as you cross the room quicker than you want to.
âyou could stay,â he says finally, but his hand is already on the doorknob and you both already know the answer. you hate that you have to be the one to tell him no, even though itâs been clear from the start what the outcome would be. you give him a small shake of your head, and he pulls on the knob.Â
he stands and stares for a minute, watching you walk down the hallway and praying youâll turn around. and then you do, glancing back at him over your shoulder, and he almost allows himself to have a little bit of hope that you might come back, even though you both know you canât. when you find him still standing in the doorway your eyes light up just the slightest bit, and finally you disappear with a tiny little wave.
the door clicks shut again, and the silence that follows is louder than anything heâs heard all day.
âand you didnât even get this guyâs number?!â
you wince at the tone in jeonghanâs voice, rubbing the back of your shoulder guiltily. âhis name, either.â
âeven after the magic old lady said all that shit about soulmates?â
âshe didnât say that!â you huff. your tone rises almost defensively, although it probably has no reason to. she didnât say anything about being soulmates⌠right? âshe said something like, âkeep your eyes open for stuff around youâ. but he said he didnât even believe in it, anyway.â
a waiter carrying a tray of champagne glasses walks past, and he snags a couple of them, holding one out to you. âwell, it doesnât sound like youâre keeping your eyes open. it sounds more like your eyes are closed, actually. are you blind?â
you scowl and take the glass from him. âmy flight home is tonight, hannie. iâm not gonna see him again.â you take a sip, letting it sit in your mouth for a second before you swallow. âand besides, he said he was here for a wedding, too. he could be from anywhere in the world. it would be impossible to find him.â
âdoesnât hurt to at least try.â you both stop in front of a circular table covered in flowers, with a little placard next to one of the plates with jeonghanâs name on it. âi guess this is my table. you want me to help you look for yours?â
you shake your head, pointing to a table a little ways away. âi saw mine on the way in, itâs over there.â
âwhatever,â he hums at you, but you know heâs just teasing. âi still wouldnât blame you if you ditched and ran off to try and find him.â
ânot happening!â you call over your shoulder as you walk away, matching his playful tone. but you canât help but feel like maybe heâs right.
jun taps his fingers against the table, staring mindlessly at the bubbles floating in his glass of champagne. heâs stuck in his headâ no, thatâs not right. thatâs not the problem. youâre stuck in his head. itâs nearly a full day later and he hasnât been able to stop thinking about you, the taste of your lips, the feel of your breasts in his hands, the scent of the shampoo in your hair. if that wasnât the most perfect hookup in the history of hookups, then he doesnât wanna know what is.
he still feels bad for not even paying attention during the ceremony, because he was too busy imagining you and him up there on the altar kissing instead. god, what he wouldnât give for another kiss like that. but just like you, he knows it never wouldâve worked out, and despite the what-ifs that are chewing him up inside and the fact that he definitely, absolutely, totally wouldâve tried to make it work however large the distance was, he knows itâs probably for the better. even if it means heâs gonna spend the rest of his life pining after a girl he met on vacation for less than a single day, and heâll never even know your name.
he takes a swig of his champagne and tries to put on a cheery face. this is a wedding, after all, and he canât afford to spend all his time pouting when heâs in a beautiful city by the seaside enjoying delicious food and near perfect weather.
and then he sees you.
not really, of course, because itâs probably the champagne going to his head after chugging the majority of his glass like a frat boy at a college party. but then he blinks, and it really is you, wandering around for a second before you sit down at a table on the other side of the venue, wearing a soft blue dress thatâs even prettier than the one he saw you in yesterday.
he blinks again, not fully believing that itâs you and not just the combined effect of the alcohol and his daydreams, but youâre still there when he opens his eyes again. and he knows itâs you, because he can see the faint hickies on your back and shoulders that you clearly tried to hide with makeup but couldnât fully reach.
the chances that heâd see you againânot even that, but the chances that youâd be attending the very same wedding he wasâmust be one in a billion. maybe even more. yet there you are, picking at your nail and staring wistfully at your empty plate as you wait for the reception to start.
he stares for another minute, just to make sure youâre actually real, before he stands up and makes his way to the terrace at the back of the venue where the groom is standing next to a tower of cupcakes.
âgyu,â he greets him, âhey. are we allowed to switch tables?â
âi⌠donât think so?â mingyu hums, a little off guard by the sudden question. âi made sure we put you next to hao, butââ
âif i give you twenty bucks, can you put me at table 8 instead?â junâs eyes flicker with desperation, and he has to force himself not to look back over at you.
mingyu whines apologetically and hesitates, glancing at his bride a little ways away as she talks to a table full of guests. âshe did all this planning, jun, i canât just change everything nowâŚâ
âitâs not changing everything.â jun pulls his wallet out of his pants pocket, already rifling through the bills. âiâll make it a hundred. mingyu, please, just switch me,â he says.
the whine in junâs voice makes him pause, and he bites his lip as he considers it. on one hand, he could have his brand new wife a little bit mad at him for a while (whoâll probably forgive him the second she gets in bed with him tonight), plus get to help his friend and get an easy hundred dollars out of it. or, on the other hand⌠he could not help him, and his wife would never know, and jun would probably hate him for some unknown reason even though he doesnât think jun has a single bone in his body capable of hating anybody. the decision is easy.
mingyu takes the bills from junâs hand and stuffs them in his pocket before anyone can notice. âgo ahead,â he says, tossing his head in the direction of the table. âi donât know what it is you want, but donât let anybody see you.â
âthanks! i owe you!â jun grins and hugs him, letting out a noise almost like a squeal before he turns and dashes away.
youâre barely paying attention to the reception anymore as you sit with your chin in your hands, again mentally running over all the things you need to pack and how on earth youâre going to be able to board your flight tonight and leave everything behind. the beaches, the city⌠and him. how are you supposed to just get on a plane and get on with your life, knowing that heâs out there somewhere in the world, and youâre never going to see him again.Â
youâre trying not to sulk, but you canât help the way your mood has been sour all morning, already filled with regrets and you havenât even left yet. maybe you shouldâve skipped the wedding altogether and spent another day in his bed, wrapped up between his sheets and lying in his arms. but then the rational part of your brain reminds you that he was also in town for a wedding, so even if heâd wanted to or even been okay with doing that, he probably had other plans anyway.
youâre still trying to figure out what to do about your hopeless situation when you hear a sound close behind you. it startles you into putting a smile on your face, preparing yourself to socialize although you really arenât in the mood to.
âis this seat taken?â jun asks as he pulls out the chair to your left and sits down.
your brows furrow in confusion, trying to place the familiar voice, until you turn around and your jaw drops when you see who it belongs to.
you stare at him in shock, your eyes darting back and forth between his trying to figure out what to say. âyouâre not joshua,â is the best you can come up with as your mouth hangs open and you whip your head around to check the list of names assigned to this table. you recognize them all, yet here he is: the nameless stranger youâve fallen so helplessly in love with in so short an amount of time.
he smiles at your reaction, and itâs such a genuine smile that you know heâs feeling exactly the way you do right now. âi guess youâre right. iâm not.â he brushes the name card in front of him to the side and sets his own down in its place instead before he holds out his hand to shake. âitâs nice to meet you. iâm jun.â
you pause for a minute, staring at his hand. you canât believe this is real, you canât believe heâs real; youâd almost been able to convince yourself that the whole encounter last night was a fever dream, if you hadnât woken up in the morning with a soreness between your legs that screamed that it definitely was not a dream.
finally you reach out and take his hand, and even in that little touch you can tell it really is him, from the way your heart picks up when you feel the familiar softness of his skin and the gentle squeeze that sends goosebumps down your arm.
âitâs nice to meet you, too.â
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The snow falls, we fall apart.
summary: when heartbreak looms on your life, and winter becomes a time you loathe, hyunjin helps you rewrite your memories with the season, and with it, everything you once believed about love.
genre: producer student!hyunjin x reader. roommates!au. friends to lovers. acute descriptions of heartbreak and general sadness. slow burn. hurt/comfort. healing and hopeless romantic hyune. very inspired by long for you so lots of pining and yearning. (wc: 13k)
warnings: mentions of alcohol. it is implied that reader was in an a very toxic relationship but no details are shared.
a.n: happy birthday to my hyunjin, my muse, my light. thank you for being so full of love that it made me love love again in return. this is i think my most personal piece, and i hope it reminds those who need it that love should be soft and kind, that it shouldnât hurt, that it should heal not break. i love you guys and i love you my xi, writing this collab with you has been a true honor <3 also!! please listen to long for you while reading :,)
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Youâve only ever felt utter despair twice in your life.
First, when you were seven years old, playing hide and seek with your cousins at your grandmaâs house. It was a warm summer afternoon, the air sweetened by pastries you devoured hours ago. You decided to hide in a wooden cabinet up in the attic, only to end up stuck there. The walls felt like they were closing in on you, the oxygen seeping away from the cracks underneath the door, leaving you deprived of air, of life.
Second, at twelve, when you've come to discover sorrow's new facet, clad in grief's heavy cloak. Your parents adopted a hamster for your birthday, but they did not know he had a terminal disease. You were distraught, to say the least, when you awoke to its still form, death claiming a frail heart unaware of its imminent fate.
And now, third, many many moons later, you are knocking on Hyunjinâs door a few minutes after midnight. It is cold out, tears tracing rivulets on your cheeks, your fingers tinted pink from roaming outside in the harsh winds, your heart much heavier than when you were a child. More grief-stricken, at your own hands, this time.
A disheveled Hyunjin opens the door, his blonde ash hair tousled and sticking upwards, a clear indication of the many times he had run his hands through it in fits of frustration. His gray hoodie zipped up hastily, revealing the silver cross necklace he was wearing, nestling perfectly against his honeyed skin.
You've always had an aversion to seeking comfort, saw it as revealing your deepest vulnerabilities to a world that isn't always kind. It was easier, much simpler to do so when you were a clueless childâ when you sank in your cousin Lia's hold as she attempted to steady your breathing, when your mother cradled you in her lap after Pinky died.
It is much harder now, much more embarrassing because Hyunjin has never seen you this sad, never glimpsed your shadows that now swarm his doorstep, unannounced.
âWhat's wrong?â he quickly asks, eyes darting over your figure in a rapid search for visible wounds. He wouldnât find any. All your injuries stem from withinâ blood doesnât have to be spilled for your heart to weep.
You had rehearsed a lie as you walked up to his doorstep. You would say that your car broke down near his place and ask if you could stay over for the night. He would insist he could drive you to your place and youâd refuse, saying that it was too late and you did not wish to bother him. Youâd sleep on the couch and slip away in the early hours of the morning.
Yet, it is the genuine worry etched in his eyes that dismantles the fortress you've hidden in, melts the lie in your throat, morphing it into a steel lump coiling in your throat. He looks concerned when all youâve had directed towards you recently was anger. And you missed someone looking at you in care, not reproach.
âI didnât know where else to go.â You admit, your voice shattered, fragments of your vocal cords scattered out in the wind like a broken mosaic, the sound of it scraping against your ears.
Blow one hurt. It felt like your body turned against you as it deprived you of oxygen. The sobs that escaped you once you perceived the light pained you, perhaps more than being confined in the darkness.
Blow two was even worse, it was your first time experiencing grief. It was too hard of a concept for your innocent heart to grasp, too complicated for you to find solace in anything as adults do.
You promised yourself that youâd reserve blow three for monumental agoniesâ big pains and big sorrows only. Thatâs how you managed to keep all your tears at bay for most of your life. Would they be worth losing your third sob for? No, you've always found the answer to be.
And in all the twisted scenarios youâve conjured up in your mind, deaths and illnesses and the haunting tale of failure, you did not imagine that it would happen on Hwang Hyunjinâs doorstep. That youâd burst into sobs at the compassionate look in his gaze, and the sad smile he sent your way. As if he knew, as everyone did around you. That you had handed a knife to a serial killer and it was only a matter of time before he stabbed you in the heart.
Two weeks ago.
âIâm trying to understand you but you arenât helping me,â Seungmin is frustrated as he paces relentlessly before you from left to right like a swinging pendulum. You sit on the couch, beholding only his shoes, avoiding his gaze that would reflect the truth you dare not confront.
âHeâs sucking the life out of you, canât you see that?â
You can, out of everyone that surrounds you, you can see it the most. You feel as if you are carrying a skin that isnât your own, weighed down by a relationship that has taken everything from you. But admitting it is admitting that you were wrong, in trusting him, in loving him. You couldnât bear it.
âWe are fine!â you shout back, the defiance in your voice surprises even you. This is a familiar script with Seungmin, a recurring conversation spurred by your puffy eyes and diminishing appetite. He tells you, begs you to leave, but where could you go? How could you leave a home where you've shed all your treasured belongings at the doorâ your skin, your bones, your very self.
What place would welcome you now that you're stripped bare of your soul?
âWhen was the last time he made you smile, huh? All he does is hurt you, and you...â he chuckles incredulously, running his hand through his hair. âYou are letting him.â
Deny, deny, deny.
âThis isnât true. He loves me,â the words taste foreign in your mouth like rusty metal dragging across your lips. A small voice whispers that love shouldn't feel like this, but you quiet it down.
âAre you hearing yourself? Yn, IâŚâ he kneels before you, his hands resting comfortingly on your knees. This is Seungmin, your best friend of five years. You know he has your best interests at heart, you are even more sure of it when his voice softens, shakes slightly when he utters your name. âYn, please. Iâm trying to help you. Please.â
âI didnât ask for your help,â you push away his hands, standing up. âI donât want your help, and I donât need it.â
You quickly leave Seungminâs dorm, your heart heavier than when you entered it, foolishly hoping that he'd ignore your distressed state after yet another fight with your boyfriend. But Seungmin doesn't understand, no one around you doesâ youâve gambled your heart, and you cannot stop drawing the cards, even in the face of losing strikes.
â â â
Hyunjin offers you a cup of tea with a gentle smile and you grab the steaming drink from his hands. The smell of chamomile wraps around your senses, and your brain fizzles out for a second before the soothing aroma. But it is a fleeting respite, the tempest of your thoughts crashes back onto you with an unsettling force, causing you to almost drop the drink as your hands shake. You place it down the table without taking a sip.
âIâm sorry for coming unannounced,â you apologize, wincing at the intrusion, âI hope I didnât wake you up.â
âI always sleep late. Donât worry about it,â he smiles, but you know it isnât a genuine grin, because his eyes betray an unsubdued concern, refusing to morph into their usual moon crescents.
Youâve always thought that Hyunjin wears his emotions openlyâ when he laughed, he did so loudly, his boisterous giggles traveling around Seungminâs dorm. When he hurt himself, everyone in the vicinity would know so from his loud yelps. And when something worried him, he would bite his lip, toying with the plush flesh to ease his nerves.
As he is doing now. Looking at you.
âWe broke up,â you quickly say, and your words hang over you like a gloomy cloud. âBut I donât want to talk about it.â
âDo you want me to fight him? Iâll bring changbin too,â he suggests a serious tone underlying his playful offer, and it manages to tear a reluctant giggle out of you.
âChangbin doesnât know me well enough to fight for me,â you counteract and he shakes his head. âHeâll fight for me, I'm his princess.â
âAre you now?â The giggle escapes your mouth less forcefully, and the smile that graces Hyunjinâs face is a genuine one.
âI am. My proposal stands,â he extends his hand and you wrap your fingers around his palm. âThank you, Iâll keep it in mind,â you smile but he frowns, flipping your hand around in his hold.
âYou are freezing,â he whispers, using his other palm to rub warmth into yours.
âItâs fine,â you lie, slipping your hand out of his grasp, not feeling deserving of his kindness.
Wordlessly, Hyunjin stands, walking into what you assume is his bedroom. You only know of his place because you dropped off Seungmin here some time ago. You are too exhausted to even drink in the interior.
âHere,â he returns, handing you a navy hoodie of his and black joggers. âThis will keep you warm at night.â
âThank you,â you whisper, hesitating for a few seconds before speaking again. âCan you please not tell Seungmin, I... I can't face him right now.â
âOf course. Iâll be awake still if you do need something.â
Hyunjinâs clothing is warm, although peeling away your own garments felt like shedding layers of your skin, as if the fabric melted into your very flesh, just like memories from the day did. You have never felt this worthless before, discarded like a forgotten leaf on the roadside, one he stepped on for his own enjoyment, leaving you crushed in his wake, unable to fly away again.
Hyunjinâs rose perfume wraps around you, and you find relief in sleeping somewhere where your, his, scent was no longer around. You foolishly hope that if you close your eyes hard enough, youâll manage to convince yourself that youâre someone else, tonight. Someone who isnât tethered to the heartache, someone who can slip away from the clutches of a love that hurts more than hate could ever manage to do.
â â â
Heartbreak isnât beautiful, no matter how eloquently you try to dress it in the syllables of poetry, no words can soften the burn in your lungs, the searing ache that courses through your very core, reminding you that deep within, down to the fundamentals of your being and the most basic alchemy that ties your atoms togetherâ you are unlovable. Whether you cut your hair or allow it to grow, change your heart, or leave it as it has always been, you will remain so.
You donât remember much of the past week, blurry fragments here and there that float in your mind like a distorted water reflection. There is little room for memories when you are busy trying to remember how to breatheâ one inhale in, one exhale out. The simple concept seems harder when there are unkind hands permanently lodged into your heart, squeezing it tight.
What you do remember is telling Seungmin through text the next day, because you couldnât bear the way his eyes would soften if you spoke to him in person. No signs of surprise cast on his figure, because he knew that it was long coming, a train with one final inevitable destinationâ you in shambles, him okay.
You remember Seungmin cradling you in his arms when he came to see you, and you trying desperately to keep the tears at bayâ too focused on pinching your arm to let Seungminâs warmth radiate through your being, Hyunjin lingering uncomfortably by the entrance of his living room.
You remember begging Seungmin to grab your belongings from the apartment you shared with your ex because you were unable to face him, him, and everything that your old place spelled out for you. Stand in the ruins of what you once thought would be your permanent home.
And now, you watch as Seungmin and Hyunjin bring suitcases full of your stuff into the latterâs place. And you feel like an outsider in your own body, standing at the corner of the room gazing at utter destruction, unable to stop it, unable to mend it. Seungmin quickly reassures you that you could crash in his and Minhoâs place until you find a new one to live in, already taking out his laptop to search for new apartments for you.
But you did not care for it, your eyes zeroed in on the satin shirt peeking out of your suitcase. The one he bought you on your first month anniversary. Back when love felt like a gentle feather running down your spine, and not a dull knife slicing away at your skin.
âThis place's expensive too,â Seungmin sighs, rubbing his temple warily. Your logical best friend could not fix your heartbreak but he took it to heart to alleviate your other troubles. You would thank him for it, later, when your tongue finds enough will to move.
âWhat if you move in with me?â Hyunjin suddenly says and his words filtrate through the fog in your mind easily, as if he rehearsed them enough times so theyâd roll out smoothly out of his mouth. âI mean, Felix is away for the next year since he went back to Australia. And I was looking for a new roommate anyway.â He shrugs and Seungmin turns to look at you, his eyes convey the question his mouth doesnât articulateâ is it okay with you?
âI donâtâŚâ your voice is croaked, so you clear your throat. âI donât want you to do things out of pity.â
âIâm not. If I was, I would've told you to move in with me for free. I still need you to pay rent,â he raises his eyebrows, a playful tease and you smile in relief, nodding, âOkay, I will. thank you.â
Heartbreak is ugly and all-encompassing, weaving through the roots of your heart and infecting each organ with its insidious touch. It renders you immobile, incapable of performing the simplest tasks, burdened by a weight unseen by the world. But you try your best, your very best to contain it.
You smile at the cashier as she hands back your money only to wonder if her soft, well-manicured hands would too crush a soul without remorse. You go to all your classes without fail but your mind is elsewhere, contemplating why the sun filtering through the windows no longer warms your skin. Can nerve endings perish when subjected to too much pain? What's left of life when you can no longer feel the caress of the sun?
You watch a movie at Seungmin's dorm but your mind is elsewhere, fleeting to this morning and how you refused to stay in the shower for more than three minutes because your thoughts might become haunting ghosts tempting you to follow them. You brush your hair and spray your perfume, only because you have to, because you live with Hyunjin and you wouldnât want your sadness to taint him too. You wonder how long youâll have to bear it. You wonder if itâll ever leave you or if the veins in your heart have molded themselves after the pain and they wouldnât know how to accept happiness anymore.
You greet Hyunjin as he walks past you, shaking your head when he asks you if you want to eat dinner with him, quickly retracting back into your room. You have ten unread messages and a pile of growing laundry you need to do, but all you can muster is to gaze at the empty walls, mirroring the void within you. Your mom told you to call her again and you donât know how youâll speak to her without bursting into a sob, how youâll tell her that all it took was one person to break you. Or maybe it was two people, your hands and his tearing apart your flesh and bones. Maybe thatâs the worst part about it. So you donât call her.
And you only ever emerge from your room when you need to, just like now because your water bottle is finished and you need to refill it. You go to open the kitchen door when you hear Hyunjinâs muted shatter, Felixâs distinctive deep voice coming out of the phone speaker.
âNext you add the melted butter and stir it,â Felix instructs, the sounds of pots and utensils clinking in the background. You fidget slightly, mustering the strength to paint a fake smile on your lips.
âWhat next?â
âSift the dry ingredients then add them to your wet mixture,â Felix explains, met with a few seconds of silence. You can almost visualize Hyunjin's perplexed expression, blinking rapidly in confusion.
âExplain it to me like Iâm five years old,â he requests, prompting a small smile to etch itself onto your face.
âHow are you surviving without me?â
âIâm not please come home,â Hyunjin sounds horrified as Felixâs rich chuckles fill the air. âWhy do you suddenly want to make brownies anyway?â he then asks.
You go to open the door when Hyunjinâs response catches you off guard.
âTheyâre for Yn.â
Hyunjin's words resonate in the air, causing a hitch in your throat and Felixâs teasing whistles simultaneously, but Hyunjin is quick to stop him. âNo, no, no, itâs not like that. Theyâre just a bit down and I remember them loving your brownies. SoâŚâ
It takes you a fleeting moment to dig the memory out of your mind, a year ago, right before your ex came to pick you up from Seungminâs dorm. You had a bite of Felixâs brownies, a surprised gasp escaping your lips at its delicious taste, back when food had taste and happiness came easily to you. It was an insignificant memory, you did not imagine Hyunjin, out of everyone, would remember it.
But he did, and heâs now pacing before your closed door, contemplating how heâll convince you to finally eat something with him. He throws a thumbs-up in the air for no one but himself, inhaling deeply before knocking on your door.
âHey,â he greets with a hopeful smile, his gaze meeting your tired form. He hesitates for a second, clearing his throat. âBrownies?â You remain unmoving and he falters, âHm? Please?â
âSure,â you nod and a wave of relief floods through Hyunjin as you step out of your room. His joy is short-lived when he takes the brownies out of the oven, only to find them thoroughly burnt.
His mouth hangs agape, and he walks back shamefully to the oven, lowering its door only to scream inside of it.
âThis will be more therapeutic,â you say, pointing nonchalantly to the fridge and he agrees, opening its doors and yelling once again in the much larger space.
Your melodic laughter fills the kitchen, Hyunjinâs embarrassment is suddenly a forgotten memory.
âIâm craving kimbap. Should we get it instead?â you propose, a touch shyly and he quickly agrees, afraid youâd change your mind and walk back to your room where he can no longer ensure you are okay.
Hyunjin absentmindedly dances along to the music blasting through the convenience store when a girl sidles up to his side, a saccharine grin on her lips as she looks up at him, âhi,â she greets and his tentative smile mirrors hers. âHey.â
âAre you single?â she asks, her gaze briefly fleeting to the window. âI think you are really cute.â
âIâmâŚâ he glances at you but you're suddenly engrossed in the ingredients of the tuna kimbap you are holding, pretending not to listen. âI am but Iâm not interested, thank you.â
âOh, come on,â she places a hand on his arm and he physically recoils. âGive me your insta and we could talk.â
âNo,â he repeats, grabbing her hand to remove it when a loud voice startles him. âBaby, whatâs taking you soâ What are you doing?â Hyunjin watches in horror as the girlâs eyes grow wide, before she scrambles to the manâs side, feigning fear.
âHe kept hitting on me when I said I had a boyfriend, baby.â
âWhat?â both you and Hyunjin gasped in comical unison. He would find it amusing if not for the escalating anger radiating from the man, who looks like he spends all his days in the gym. Hyunjin suddenly regrets not working out with Changbin.
The man strides towards Hyunjin. âDo you want to die?â
âNo? thereâs a misunderstanding,â he replies, swiftly standing before you and shielding you with his arm. âYour⌠baby,â he wiggles his finger in front of the man's face, âshe was the one hitting on me!â
The man scoffs loudly, his face growing redder from the anger seething in him. âSo you hit on my girlfriend and then accuse her of cheating?â His fist rises threateningly, prompting Hyunjin to step back, accidentally bumping into your chest.
âWait, wait, wait! Letâs go talk outside, man to man,â Hyunjin pauses, his voice taking on a taunting edge, âunless you're too scared?â he smirks as he feels you pull at his shirt, whispering an incredulous- âWhat are you doing?â He shakes his head, grabbing your hand and leading you outside, throwing a sly wink at the man behind you now.
âAre you seriously going to fight him?â you ask, your gaze shifting towards the deranged couple who are about to step out of the grocery store. âNo, of course not. I'm a lover, not a fighter.â
âYou said you'd fight my ex,â you point out and his eyes soften surprisingly.
âYou are an exception.â He looks back at the man, who's now walking towards you both. âBut anyways, do you know how to run?â he asks and you frown, âwho doesnât know how toââ you pause as realization dawns on you. âNo," you whisper furiously.
âYes.â
âNo,â you shake your head, horrified and he nods, eyes apologetic.
âYes.â His fingers entwine with yours, he squeezes your hand once before he takes off running.
âHwang fucking Hyunjin!â you shout and he looks back at you, a mischievous smile on his face. âIâm sorry Yn my face is too pretty to be beaten up.â
âHeâs following us!â you yell, looking back horrified as the, even angrier, man runs after you.
âWell, run faster!â
âIâm wearing fucking slippers!â you curse and he giggles, tipping his head back, the wind slamming into you both, his hand never letting go of your own.
âOh my god why is he still running!â you groan and Hyunjin picks up speed, moving you even closer to his sprinting figure
âI know, is it ever that serious?â he yells above his shoulder and you dig your nails into his palm.
âShut up, this wouldnât have happened if you werenât so gorgeous.â
âSo, you think Iâm pretty too?â Hyunjin grins proudly and an incredulous laugh escapes your lips.
âReally? Is this what youâre getting out of this situation?â
âSilver linings, Yn, silver linings,â he shouts as you round a small alley, finally stopping to catch your breath. You both fall to the ground, heavy breaths escaping your chests.
âHoly shit, Iâm not athletic at all,â he heaves, his eyes meeting yours. He expects to find anger lingering in your gaze but all he can grasp is your amused smile before you collapse into a fit of laughter, clapping loudly and clutching your stomach with your hand.
âOh my god, Iâm crying,â you laugh harder, wiping away at the tears falling from your eyes. Hyunjinâs weariness disappears in the blink of an eyeâ he did not realize how much he missed your smile until he glimpsed it again. And it is beautiful. Happiness looks beautiful on you.
âIdiot,â you hit his shoulder playfully, and his response is delayed for a few seconds, the warmth from your smile rendering him immobile.
âIâm sorry,â he chuckles, pulling you up. âHere, Iâll carry you home,â he squats slightly before you. âHow impolite of me. How dare I make your majesty run.â
You shake your head, amused, before climbing atop his back, his warm palms holding your thighs securely. âOnly because the slippers hurt my feet.â
You walk in silence for a while, your arms wound up around Hyunjinâs neck, the ghost of a smile still lingering on both your faces.
âThey said it will snow tomorrow,â Hyunjin speaks suddenly and you stay silent for so long he starts to wonder if you even heard him.
âMm? Thatâs nice,â your tone is melancholic, and he pauses at the peculiar sadness in itâ as though you were trying to act nonchalant about something that has once meant the world to you.
âDonât you like the snow?â he asks and your hold on his neck falters.
âI loved it. Loved ice skating and building snowmen.â Your voice is light and airy, like Hyunjinâs favorite mint chocolate ice cream. âBut now it reminds me of bad times, bad memories.â
âI understand.â
Hyunjin knows what it feels like to relinquish parts of yourself you never wished to part from. For someone to grab your happiest places and to cast a gloomy filter atop them. Sometimes it is the loss of a season that hurts more than the departure of a person.
And Hyunjin loves winter.
Heâll do everything so that youâll come to love it again too.
â â â
Is it a nightmare if the person in it is one you once loved, looked forward to beholding with your gaze, hoping theyâd never slip out of your reach? You donât know, but you are growing tired of having the same dreams every night. Of waking up with an exhaustion that goes beyond your restless sleep but pleads from your soul to rest after almost a year of torment.
You sigh wearily, rubbing a hand through your face before walking to the kitchen to retrieve a glass of water. You find Hyunjin there, eating a cupcake while standing shirtless, scrolling through his phone. You blink at the sight.
âHey,â you clear your throat and he startles, dropping the cupcake on the ground. He goes to pick it up only to bang his head on the table, a loud yelp escaping his lips. You barely contain your giggles as you walk to his side, rubbing your palm soothingly on his head. âI'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you.â
âAt least pretend you are sorry,â he mumbles, pointing to your amused smile and you chuckle, taking his hand and helping him to his feet.
âWhat are you doing up now?â he asks as he grabs some napkins to clean up the pink frosting smeared across the floor.
You hesitate for a few seconds before whispering, âJust nightmares. And you?â you quickly add, not keen on pushing the subject any further.
âI'm working on a song,â he explains, as his gaze lingers on your sunken eyes, weighed down by dark circles from too many sleepless nights.
âAnd the cupcake?â
âSome people need caffeine to function. I need flour.â
âI literally see you drink three americanos per day.â
âOkay well maybe I need both,â he admits sheepishly and you grin, drumming your fingers along the countertop.
âCan I sit with you while you work?â you ask quickly, before the words linger enough in your mouth that you no longer wish to spit them out.
The smile that Hyunjin sends you is kind, pushing the shadows of your nightmares just slightly out of reach.
âOf course, yeah you can. Donât even need to ask.â
Hyunjin walks first into his bedroom, quickly slipping on a hoodie while you take in the interior. It is a quite simple roomâ a large bed with gray covers, and a desk filled with what you assume to be his producing equipment sits adjacent. But what catches your attention is the dried rose hung delicately on the wall, and the array of paintings surrounding it. You edge closer to it, drawn to the well-crafted paintingsâ a sun-drenched beach, a couple lost in an embrace so intimate their forms can no longer be separated, and an elderly pair riding a motorcycle, their love radiating vibrantly as if enclosed in eternal youth.
âYou paint?â you ask, turning around to find Hyunjin watching you. He steps closer, enveloping you once more in the fragrance of his rose perfume.
âIn my free time.â
âYou are amazing, Hyunjin,â you compliment sincerely, your gaze fixed on that imagery of the old couple, one that most likely grew together. It tugs at your heartstrings, stirs a painful longing within you, a memory of a time when you too believed youâd find such boundless love.
âThank you,â he murmurs, before brushing his fingertips gently against your forearm, for a fleeting second. âAre you okay?â he asks, a tenderness youâve been aching for latched into his question. Your eyes refuse to peel away from the paintings and the love spilling from each paint brush stroke, a love that refuses to rest on your being as if you were harboring an armor that repels it.
âNo,â you reply sincerely, turning to face him. âItâs really hard,â you say with a smile, hoping that the mechanical display of happiness would keep your tears at bay, tricking your brain into believing you're not as sad as you feel.
It fails to do so, and the tears well in your eyes like a gathering storm. Frustration twists your features as you shut your eyes, tilting your head upward in a desperate attempt to contain the flood. It pauses as Hyunjin cradles the back of your head, drawing you close to the warmth of his neck. His palm glides soothingly along your spine, before patting your back ever so gently.
Your back stiffens, hands curling into tight fists, breath catching in your throat. You've grown accustomed to pushing away comfort, putting up tall barriers to shield yourself. But tonight, Hyunjin seems to break through your defenses.
Tonight, you soften, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, head nestling deeper against his tender skin.
âIt wasnât your fault,â he whispers and another sob wracks through you, but he only holds you tighter. âItâll get better soon.â
âI loved him,â you hiccup, your voice breaks, âa lot.â
âI know, thatâs why it hurts.â His voice is gentle, and yet his hold on you feels secure as if you could stumble and fall, and he would be there to catch you
âI want it to stop hurting.â
âIt will, with time.â
Your next words are tinged with a childlike vulnerability, reminiscent of blow one, then two. But you do not care for it, in that instant, you crave the reassurance, you need someone to plant a seed of hope in your soul because your hands are too frail to dig for it.
âDo you promise me?â
His response doesnât come hastily, carelessly thrown into the air like idle chatters. He takes his time, considering it with the gravity of an oath.
âI promise you.â He finally says, each syllable infused with sincerity. A brief pause hangs in the air before he adds. âAnd if it doesnât then you can hit me.â
âOn your pretty face?â you ask, a smile tugging at your lips despite yourself.
âOn my pretty face,â he confirms with a chuckle.
âWhat an honor,â you roll your eyes playfully as you lean back and he grins, tenderly wiping away your tears with the back of his fingers.
âI can't believe it took three minutes for you to cry in my room. This isnât good for my reputation.â
âGood thing this will never leave this bedroom, right?â you point a finger at him threateningly, and he pretends to zip his lips, tossing away the imaginary key. âYou got it.â
âSo what are you working on?â you ask as you settle on the edge of his bed, knees drawn up to your chest.
âItâs a pretty sad song, wanna hear?â he offers, sitting across from you on his chair.
âYeah, I'd love to,â you smile, and Hyunjin deftly adjusts a few buttons, before his melancholic whistles weave through the air, coupled with the somber melody of a piano. Your breath catches in your throat, the music reaching into the very depths of your soul. It's as if the notes are calling out for a loved one, for a time that has long passed, for a past that will never come back no matter how much we long for it.
The instrumental continues, each piano note and each violin string echo like a bittersweet lament, springing tears to your eyes. But the melody remains beautiful, akin to the beauty always found in the sadnessâ in the tears that cascade down your cheeks like glistening crystals, in the tremble of your hands akin to branches swaying in the wind, in the rise and fall of your chest with each breath, mirroring the ebb and flow of the waves.
Hyunjin watches you intently as the music envelops you both, his gaze softening with each passing moment. You bring a hand to your chest, almost unconsciously, too engrossed in the melody to even blink. He feels a blush sprout on his cheeks as your teary eyes hold his with the last fading guitar strings.
âYou keep on making me cry,â you whisper, your voice choked with emotion, and he grins, tilting his head shyly against his shoulder.
âYou like it?â he asks, a tad eager and you nod, not bothering to wipe the lone tears that are falling down your cheeks.
âI think this is what my loneliness sounds like,â you confess softly.
âAs do mine.â
A silent beat runs between you both, it isnât uncomfortable, but safe. Because you understand him, just as he understands you.
âSometimes I long for things that have passed," he admits, âalthough I know I can't get them anymore.â
âThe most terrible thing you can long for is yourself.â
âBecause no oneâs to blame for that loss but you?â he muses and you nod, a sad smile tugging at your lips. âYeah, exactly.â
You bite your lip, casting a glance back at the paintings adorning the wall. âI don't love him anymore,â you begin quietly. âI stopped a long time ago because there was no room for love anymore to grow amid weeds and thorns.â
He remains silent, sensing that this is a weight you need to unburden yourself from.
âBut in the midst of it I think I stopped loving myself too,â you whisper, a confession too terrible to be uttered out loud. âThat's what I long for. The things I used to love that I'm indifferent to now.â
âLike youâre a stranger before everything once familiar to you.â
âYeah, you express it prettily,â you remark with a small smile.
âIt's my job,â he grins lightly.
âI think when your heart is pure,â he begins after a while, pausing to carefully choose the words that will soothe your burn, help sleep come more easily to you. âYou give love to others more readily than you do to yourself. And it takes time, patience, to redirect that love back to your own heart once again. But it's not a mistake to love, you shouldnât hate yourself for it. Nor should you blame your past self for loving the wrong person because they did not know what you now do.â
âThink of it as a caterpillar in their cocoon,â he continues gently, âwhen they finally emerge from their chrysalis, they might long for who they were, where they once were because it is the only place they've ever known. But they do not realize that they've transformed into a beautiful butterfly, that they can now fly, and witness much more than their chrysalis. So maybe, your new self will love the same things as before, or maybe youâll find new, better things to love that you would have not known before. But in either way, your heart is beautiful. That is what matters, no?â
A small pout draws on your lips, your eyebrows scrunched as you gaze at him.
âYou have a very tender soul, Hyunjin.â
Your words linger in Hyunjin's mind long after the sunrise, as you lay peacefully asleep on his bed. The melody of the instrumental he produced continues to play faintly in the background, serving as a gentle lullaby that eases you into slumber, entwined in his sheets, your arms wrapped protectively around yourself, one hand cradling your shoulders and the other resting gently on your stomach. The image sears into his eyes as he sketches the outlines of a figure holding itself absentmindedly, long into the night.
Hyunjin has had his fair share of compliments, mostly pertaining to his face, and others to his craft. but it is you who seems to have sensed that a part of his soul resided in his art, that he left pieces of his heart hidden in the notes he composes and the lyrics he writes, hoping theyâll find soft hands that will take care of them, just like your own.
Five days later.
hyunjin [11:34 p.m.]: are you home?
yn [11:34 p.m.]: yeahh, do you need anything?
hyunjin [11:35 p.m.]: come downstairs, im waiting for youu
if you say no iâll freeze to death..
hurry i canât feel my fingers anymore (please please) ă
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âThis better be a life and death situation Hwang Hyunjin,â you say threateningly as soon as you appear before Hyunjin, causing him to straighten up from the wall he was leaning against.
âIt is a very dangerous life-altering situation that requires your immediate assistance, indeed,â he responds solemnly, ushering you gently to his car and opening the door for you.
âWhich is?â you ask as soon as he settles inside the car and he simply grins at you, his left dimple coming forth like the very sun on a gloomy day.
âYouâll see.â
Hyunjinâs eyes fleet to your figure every now and then, but you do not seem to notice, your gaze lost into the blurring lights ahead. He can tell you're still not entirely yourself, so he was prepared to forcibly drag you along with him. Heâs almost surprised you accepted to come down so easily.
âIs that⌠Seungmin?â you speak suddenly, pointing to a man waving in the distance, as Hyunjin parks his car near an empty field.
âAnd Changbin? And Minho?â you continue, squinting your eyes, âand a bonfire?â you giggle with a hint of excitement.
âYou love sâmores during the winter, right?â
Hyunjin smiles, your soul softens.
âI do,â you say quietly, âI really do.â
You quickly exit the car, running into Seungmin's arms with a grin of disbelief plastered on your face. âThis is insane,â you almost shout, squeezing him tight in a hug.
âIt was so hard to find the perfect middle of nowhere for this,â Minho grumbles as you move to greet him, but the warmth of his embrace assures you he's only teasing.
âThank you,â you say with a smile as you hug Changbin, who affectionately ruffles your hair. âIt was Hyunjinâs idea,â he reveals, and you glance back at Hyunjin, who stands with his hands buried deep within his sweatpants behind you. You mouth a silent âthank youâ to him, but he shakes his head modestly as if it is nothing to bring happiness to a bruised heart.
The night unfolds in endless laughter, with Minho and Hyunjin taking turns roasting marshmallows over the crackling bonfire, and Seungmin serving you hot coffee to keep your hands warm. Your stomach aches from the uncontrollable fits of giggles that overtook your being as Minho recounts the time he danced so vigorously on stage for his dance club that he ripped his pants, feeling a breeze where there shouldn't be one; and Changbin tells you the story of the time his voice cracked in the middle of a rap battle, and how none of the boys stopped teasing him about it for months to come.
And as the four of them take turns making you laugh, a quiet, tender realization dawns on youâyou are loved. It is something he tried to convince you was impossible, that no one around truly cared for you but him. And even then, you werenât deserving of his love whole, only scrapes of it, as if you were a beggar tugging at the outskirts of his heart.
But Hyunjin reminded you otherwise. And if your friends found something worthy of love within you then perhaps so will you again, one day.
âDid you have fun?â Hyunjin asks as he opens the door to his, your, apartment hours later. What he doesn't expect is for you to respond by wrapping your arms around his slender torso, squeezing tight in gratitude.
âThank you,â you whisper and he nods, though you cannot see him, returning the embrace by wrapping his arms around your shoulder blades.
Hyunjin doesn't let go first, sensing that perhaps you need this hug more than he does. He smiles as your eyes meet his again, but his grin falters when he notices your gaze flickering towards your bedroom, a hint of unease clouding your expression. It's as if behind that door lie monsters only you can grasp, wearing the faces of people you once knew, once loved.
âWanna stay with me while I work on the song?â
âLast time I ended up sleeping on your bed,â you say a bit shamefully, recalling the morning you woke up to find yourself covered with a thick blanket that wasnât there before, alone in Hyunjin's room.
âIt's okay,â he shrugs, âI missed sleeping on the couch.â
You stare pointedly at him and he chuckles, âFine, I did not miss it. But you needed the sleep, so itâs okay with me.â
âFine,â you concede, though you did not need much convincing for it. âBut only if you promise youâll wake me up if I end up falling asleep again.â
Hyunjin tilts his head, thinking to himself for a few seconds before shaking his head stubbornly, a small pout drawn on his face, his eyes semi-closed. âNo.â
âHyunjin!â
âNu-uh,â he insists, shaking his head once more as he walks back towards his room. âI'm waiting for you!â
âI'm not coming!â
But you do eventually join him, after changing your clothes and washing your face. You find Hyunjin clad in beige and white checkered pajamas, his glasses pushing back his silky hair as he hunches over his journal, scribbling away before erasing what he wrote.
âStruggling with lyrics?â you ask, leaning against the wall and he startles. âDo you float on the ground? Why can I never hear you come in?â
âOr maybe you just love being dramatic,â you sing-song, laying atop his bed, much more at ease than the previous night.
Hyunjin sticks his tongue out childishly in response, and you playfully mimic the gesture before both of you dissolve into happy giggles.
âKind of,â he explains once you both settle down, âI have this specific feeling in mind that I need to convey.â
âYou'll do well,â you reassure softly, âyour lyrics are always so beautiful. Remember Cover me?â you smile and he scratches the back of his ear, a shy grin spreading across his face.
âYou still listen to it?â he asks and you nod eagerly, attempting to belt into Seungminâs ending high note. You fail horribly and Hyunjin throws a crumpled piece of paper on your face to get you to stop singing.
âMy poor ears,â he laughs loudly, and you retaliate by throwing back a pillow on his head.
âYou just donât get my artistic abilities.â
âIâd get them more if you stayed silent.â
You gasp, faking offense as you stand up to tickle Hyunjin on his chair, he starts squirming immediately, his loud giggles spilling all over the room, coating it in vibrant hues of happiness, and youâre suddenly captivated by the sight of himâ his head thrown back, a golden lock framing his laughter-filled eyes, his top lowering slightly to reveal glimpses of his collarbones and the delicate veins that trace enticing paths on his neck.
You pause, your hand hovering over the side of his stomach, as a long-forgotten warmth spreads through your heart, like the first rays of dawn greeting the earth after a long winter night. It doesnât diffuse quickly through your being, but rather drapes like sticky honey on your veins, making you well aware of your growing blush, of how beautiful Hyunjin is in his joy.
âNever singing to you again,â you clear your throat, laying atop his bed once again, and quickly reaching for your phone, anything to avoid his eyes which rival the crescent moon outside his window.
Hours pass before a warm hand gently settles on your shoulder, rousing you from your slumber. Blinking away the fog of sleep, you find Hyunjin leaning over you, his grin wide and infectious. âWake up,â he whispers, but you only groan, burying your face deeper into his pillow.
He doesnât yield, taking hold of your wrist and guiding your drowsy figure upright, before wrapping the blanket snugly around your shoulders. Without a word, he leads you out onto his balcony, carefully putting his neon green beanie on your head to shield you from the cold.
âItâs snowing!â he smiles, and his excited tone manages to dissipate the fog in your mind. You blink repeatedly and soon enough, you too behold the fallen snowflakes, each one resembling a tiny speck of light bidding farewell to the sky to greet the earth.
âYou missed the first snow so I didnât want you to miss this one too,â he explains, and his thoughtfulness blankets you with a warmth that seeps into every crevice in your body, drips down your fingertips and makes the cold of 4 a.m. seem less harsh, less biting to the touch.
You donât know how to say thank you, because those two words donât encapsulate the depths of gratitude that you feel for Hyunjin. Because he is speaking to the person within you who still loves snow, the part buried underneath layers of dust from a ground heartbreak. But you still manage to hear him, and you squeeze his hand tightly, and he doesnât let go until you finally do.
â â â
Remembering has become easier for you these past two monthsâ both the good and the bad. And each day, the scale tips towards one side or the other. Sometimes you recall the suffocation you felt with him, the feeling that no matter what you did you could never please him, that your hands were crafted to break rather than mend. And on those days your wound grows, it throbs and bleeds different emotions.
Sometimes it's angerâ at him for treating your heart so carelessly as if you were a being devoid of feeling. And then at youâ for staying, for giving him excuses and desperately searching for goodness within him, for the one redeeming quality that would convince you he was worth the pain.
And other days bring an excruciating sadness along, a weight that presses down upon you until you're paralyzed. Because you feel bad for yourself and for everything you went through. Because youâre unsure how to rise when unseen hands push you deeper into the abyss.
And on these days, Seungmin becomes your anchor. He buys your favorite food, skips classes with you, and takes you to your favorite gardens. He talks and he talks and you try your best to laugh because you do not wish to worry him more. It is enough to be your own burden, you do not wish to burden him too.
But when he drops you home, your facade slips away, the smile fading from your face as if it were never truly yours to wear. You are too tired to pretend so you donât, and Hyunjin doesnât let you, either. He brews you tea and orders takeout because he knows you lack the energy for cooking. He goes with you on walks and drapes you in pieces of his clothingâ scarves and beanies and gloves because he knows you couldnât care less about a cold when there is a frost coating your bones. He lets you sit in his room while he works on his songs, and while he paints. Sometimes you talk and often you don't need to. But heâs there. He's there with you.
But you also remember the good. You remember your movie night with the boys, Hyunjin building an entire fort for you, adorned with twinkling lights and the softest blankets. How you watched movies until 5 a.m. your bodies so closely huddled together that there was no room left for sadness.
You recall Hyunjin begging you to build a snowman with him at the crack of dawn, the two of you collapsing in fits of laughter as you threw snowballs at one another, your footsteps marking the fresh fallen snow.
You remember being so exhausted after one of your showers that you simply laid atop the couch, gaze fixed on the void, too drained to even untangle the knots in your hair. Yet, it is not the tiredness that you exactly recall, nor the salty tears you shed underneath the scorching water jet. But it is Hyunjin's tender hands as he brushed through your hair, his fingers tracing the nape of your neck, his knuckles ghosting over the slate of your shoulder. You remember whispering that it was a particularly hard day and Hyunjin understanding. You remember him watching many YouTube tutorials to prepare your favorite seaweed soup, only for it to end up being too salty. But you still ate it all, because he made it for you, to lift your wounded spirits. And that alone was enough for it to taste good.
You remember your heart hardening then softening again, breaking then stitching itself back together, closing off then blooming like flowers on the first day of spring. You remember smiling only to cry then smile again. And you remember liking snow, a bit more than you thought you would. Because Hyunjin was there, holding your trembling hand, steadying it enough for you to rewrite your memories with winter.
So, you want to say thank you.
You do not wish to spell it out, because there are too many things to thank Hyunjin for and too few words to do so. Instead, you drag him to the farmerâs market near your home, and you tell him to help you pick flowers.
âI could be in bed watching my favorite show and yet here I am bestowing you with my enchanting presence,â he sighs, not too modestly, as you both eye the array of colorful blooms.
âOkay, Shakespeare, are you done?â you roll your eyes, attempting your best to hide your grin.
âDone annoying you? Never. These are very pretty,â he adds, pointing to the white roses in full bloom, their delicate petals emitting a sweet fragrance into the air.
âI agree, what else should we add?â you ponder, picking out four roses.
âMm, Hibiscus? The red in the center is so vibrant,â he suggests, taking out his phone to capture the flower.
âCute. Baby breathâs would look good too,â you say as you gather the flowers, heading to the cashier with Hyunjin trailing behind, still admiring the delicate blooms.
âCan I write a note?â you ask the middle-aged man as he wraps the bouquet in a powder blue paper.
âSure,â he replies with a smile, and you return the gesture, quickly jotting down your words.
âAre you done?â Hyunjin grins when you return to his side and you nod, exiting the flower shop.
âWhat do you think?â you ask, angling the bouquet towards him.
âIt's beautiful.â
âItâs yours,â you smile, growing shier at the intensity of his gaze as it lands on you, then the flowers, then on you again. âTake it,â you hand it to him, your cheeks flushing like the hibiscusâs crimson core.
âActually?â he says softly, his fingers trembling slightly as he accepts the flowers and you nod in response. You bite your lip as you watch him take out the note, his eyes softening once he reads the words inscribed in itâ thank you for making my winter less cold.
âShould we go?â you say a tad too cheerfully, turning away, but Hyunjin grabs your wrist, spinning you around once more. His fingers trail up your arm, coming to rest gently on your cheek as he leans down to plant a tender kiss there.
âThank you,â he murmurs, his lips lingering against your skin for a moment longer than necessary. You think that if his soft lips grace your skin a few times more, your nerve endings might forget the harshness they were subjected to. If his gentle hands remain on your cheeks, then maybe, your heart would heal quicker, better. Maybe your past self that you long for would emerge again, maybe Hyunjin would be able to unearth it.
Your hopeful thoughts disappear as quickly as they arrive, overshadowed by a sense of helplessness that crashes over you, all of the sudden. You sense him before you hear him, the familiar anxiety that is only synonymous with your exâs presence.
âYn?â the sound of your name feels harsher in his mouth, the syllables spat out rather than spoken tenderly, as they are when Hyunjin pronounces it. Your veins run cold as his voice pierces the air, your heart skipping three beats at once before plummeting to your knees. You wrap your hand around Hyunjinâs forearm instinctively, and he looks down at you, his expression morphing into one of concern.
Youâre unsure of what he sees in youâ whether it is your pale face, the quiver of your lower lip, or the fear that has coated all your featuresâ but his eyes harden, his brows furrowing as he gazes at the man behind you.
You refuse to turn around, bracing yourself for his next words. âYn,â he repeats his tone laced with anger, his fingertips grazing your arm as if intending to force you to face him. But before he can touch you, Hyunjin intervenes, swiftly stepping in between you and your ex, shielding you with his own body protectively.
âLeave,â Hyunjin's voice is cold, dripping with a venomous edge you've never heard from him before, his jaw clenching with barely contained fury.
âIs this your new shiny toy, Yn?â your ex taunts and his voice cuts through your being against your will, triggering a flood of memories you've tried so desperately to suppress. Memories of his cruelty, his manipulation, and the pain he inflicted upon youâusing your love as a weapon to bolster his own ego.
âWhat's in it for you?â you find your voice again, though it trembles when you speak. He is the very embodiment of your pain and everything you loathe about yourself. You wish for the ground to swallow you whole, for a bolt of lightning to strike the earth, anything to spare you from facing him.
âIt's only been three months, I didn't know you were a whore.â
Hyunjin's fist connects with his cheek before you can register his words. It all unfolds so rapidly that you barely have time to comprehend it. Your ex staggers back, blood trickling from the cut on his lip, while Hyunjin stands before you, his chest heaving with restrained anger, his right hand clenched into a fist, the bouquet still held tightly in the other.
âFine, I deserved it,â your ex chuckles, his voice laced with mockery as he wipes the blood from his lip. His gaze meets yours briefly behind Hyunjin's back.
âYou might not be a whore but you are unlovable, keep that in mind.â He spits out before walking away, crude words that tear at every scab covering your wounds, reopening them with a brutal force. Hyunjin moves to follow him, but you grab his shirt, pulling him back.
âHeâs not worth it,â you murmur.
Your words seem to snap Hyunjin out of his haze as he turns to look at you, worry cast across his figure. He moves to cradle your cheeks but you step back, refusing to meet his eyes. He swallows thickly, clutching the bouquet in his hands. âAre you okay?â
You let out a heavy sigh, your shoulders slumping as you shake your head slightly. âLet's just go home,â you whisper, eyes fleeting to his for a split second. All the lights in your gaze are muted.
Youâre crumbling before him once again and he cannot stop it, no matter how much he yearns to.
It's long past midnight when you find yourself seated on the floor of your living room, a bottle of red wine placed between you and Hyunjin. You exchange it wordlessly, taking turns sipping from it, the alcohol warming your insides but doing little to ease the ache in your heart. You donât exactly recall when Hyunjin sat next to you, but you donât mind. You were too lost in your own thoughts to even register his presence.
âYn,â he calls out softly and you hum absentmindedly, memories of when your ex spoke your name haunting you, each time he yelled your name, uttered it in disdain as if it was the starting point of everything wrong with you.
âTalk to me, please?â he pleads, angling his body towards your own. But you refuse to meet his eyes and Hyunjinâs heart twists in his chest. He is afraid of all the ugly thoughts that must roam your mind. He wishes he could enter it, open the windows wide, and usher the light in.
âI'm sorry you were dragged into this,â you say, your gaze fixated on the bouquet placed atop the table. The crimson painted on the hibiscusâ petals reminds you of the blood that spilled from your exâs mouth, and your gaze fleets to Hyunjin's hand, slightly bruised from the punch.
âDonât apologize,â he whispers, âthere is nothing to be sorry for.â
Itâs as though you donât hear him, your fingers trailing gently across his scraped knuckles, tears pooling in your eyes the more you stare at his hand.
âDoes it hurt?â you ask, voice thick with emotion, and Hyunjinâs quick to shake his head. âNo, donât worry about it. He deserved it.â
âYou didnât deserve to be hurt.â
âNeither did you.â
Your disbelieving scoff that follows scares him. What if youâre slipping away into a dark place yet again, one void and barricaded, in which the only sound that echoes is your exâs hurtful words? What if he canât reach you again?
âIf the only person Iâve ever loved says Iâm unlovable then maybe I am.â
Youâre drunk, you wouldnât have said such an ugly thing otherwise, wouldnât have allowed this sentiment to materialize into the air, to take a tangible form apart from your abstract thoughts.
âNo,â Hyunjin says in a panic as though heâs trying to quickly pull the brakes on your free-railing thoughts. He cups your face between his palms, your tears falling freely atop his hands but he does not move away.
âNo,â he repeats, more calmly this time. âHow he treated you is a reflection of who he is. And how you see him is a reflection of who you are. And you wanted him to be loving because youâre full of love. You wanted him to be good because you are a good person. And he canât stomach that, canât stomach that you are happy without him so heâs trying to ruin you again.â
âHyunjinâŚâ you shake your head but he only inches closer to you, his thumbs gently caressing your cheekbones. âNo, listen to me. Seungmin loves you so much he couldnât eat properly for the first few days you stayed here, texted me all the time asking me how you were and if you were feeling better. He isn't good with words so instead he tries to make you laugh. He wishes he could give up parts of his happiness for you.â
A sob swells within you but Hyunjin presses on. âAnd Minho, he tried to memorize all your favorite recipes so he could cook them for you. It isnât a coincidence that every time we go over to their dorm it is your favorite food that we eat. He takes more pictures of his cats these days so he could send them to you because he knows it cheers you up.â
âYou told me Changbin doesnât know you well enough to fight for you but when we saw your ex across the campus one day he wanted to get up and beat him. He always asks me if you are well and if there is something he can do for you, anything.â
He inhales deeply, tears welling up in his eyes as well. âAnd meâŚâ a tender smile graces his lips as he gazes at you, âyou make this house a home. I feel like my true self when you are around and loneliness doesnât come to me as often as it did. Because you are here. You are like a beam of sunlight that lightens up every life you touch, mine first,â heâs baring his soul to you, vulnerable yet resolute. âSo tell me, Yn, whatâs not to love in you when you yourself are so full of love?â
âHyune,â you speak the nickname for the first time, and Hyunjinâs heart thrashes achingly around his ribcage. âIf you keep talking like this I might end up loving you,â you smile sadly at him as if it is a terrible thing to be loved by you.
âBut I donât want to love you, because I wonât know how to, not anymore. So I'll end up leaving. And I'll long for you, and I don't think I can stomach longing for you from afar.â
âSo please,â you place one hand atop his own, wipe away the lone tear rolling down his cheek. âDonât make me love you, hm? You deserve more than to be loved by someone like me.â
You leave Hyunjin in the living room, alone before the white flowers you gifted him. He doesnât want to put them away in a vase, for as soon as he grabbed them from your hold, everything around you both crumbled. So he leaves them there for the night, the creamy white petals aglow underneath the moonlight. He spends the night painting the bouquet from memory, but the petals end up too tinged with red, perhaps mirroring the blood his heart refuses to stop spilling still.
He did not realize it before, maybe he blinded himself so he wouldnât see what was before him all along. But it is all the clearer to him nowâ that in his attempts to make you love winter again, Hyunjin only ended up loving you.
A week later.
hyune [1:25 a.m.]: i miss you
You and Hyunjin spent the last seven days avoiding one another, well you more than him. He just understood your silent plea when you took a step back the one time he tried to talk to you in the kitchen, swallowing thickly before inching away, allowing you to move past him.
You did not know how to face him after what he said, partly because you were embarrassed by your own response, mostly because even in your drunken daze, his words etched themselves permanently into your memory.
It is his reassuring words that echoed in your brain for the past week, not those of your ex.
hyune [1: 26 a.m.]: and i miss sleeping on the couch
You giggle, shaking your head before replying.
yn [1:26 a.m.]: no you donât
hyune [1:26 a.m.]: no i donât ă
ă
but i finished the song
wanna hear?
Walking to Hyunjinâs room feels as familiar as going into your own. And when your gaze finally meets his you canât help but break into a relieved smile. It was foolish of you to punish yourself, enough people have done that for you already.
âHey,â he greets tentatively, and you respond with an awkward wave, a moment pregnant with anticipation passes before both of you dissolve into laughter.
âWhat is this? Are we in middle school,â he teases and you giggle, settling comfortably on his bed once more.
âI know. We are so lame.â
âYou are,â he corrects with a grin and you gasp, pretending to leave but he quickly catches your hand, stopping you. âNo, please stay. I meant it when I said that I missed you,â he repeats quietly, as if afraid that his confession would make you run away once again.
Your heart aches, the knots in your stomach tightening and unraveling all at once. âI missed you too,â you admit softly, and he smiles, his thumb tracing a gentle path above your pulse before releasing your hand.
âSo it's done then?â you ask and he nods, running a hand through his hair with a hint of anxiety. âHow do you feel about it?â
âGood. I hope youâll like it, mostly.â
âI'm sure I will,â you reassure him with a soft smile, and he nods once more, pressing a few buttons before his melodious whistles fill the air once again.
Nothing could have braced you for the sound of Hyunjin's voice that followed, its timbre soft as silk yet imbued with profound sorrow. It's as though he recorded the song on one of his loneliest nights, his honeyed vocals dipped in an excruciating nostalgia that seeps into every corner of the room, every corner of your heart.
In the faded photo, I come across a smile spread across a youthful face, overlapped with the seasons.
Your gaze flickers to Hyunjin as a shadow of recollection dawns on you. You remember telling him that you couldnât stomach looking at pics of your past, ones in which you smiled so freely because you were blissfully unaware of what was to come.
The nightâs so cold that itâs almost unreal.
Because you werenât aware of the winter that will follow and the biting cold that it would bear, for everything that will go astray in your relationship, for your ex's facade to crack like a glacier succumbing to the pressure of lies and pretense.
I wake up in another silence, and I close my eyes.
You remember Hyunjin confessing that silence haunted him more than words ever could, and you had agreed, sharing how sometimes you shut your eyes, pretending that the reality you woke up to wasn't the one you were living.
The white flower we planted together has bloomed. I do not dare pick it. Now it withers away.
You gaze at the white flowers you brought him, now wilted in the vase placed on his desk, yet Hyunjin refuses to throw them still. You see the card you wrote for him hung on the wall, right next to the dried red rose. He kept it. Though it withered, he kept it all.
So I long for you. And I long for you. And I'll long for you.
You remember the longing you both spoke of, how he understood a feeling you felt so incredibly alone in. How he tried to reassure you when he too was caught in the webs of the past. How you longed for him in the past week. How you wished he longed for you just the same.
So I can keep loving you. So I could be loving you. And morĐľ.
The violin swells and so does the emotion in your chest. You remember him asking you âWhatâs not to love in youâ and how you've spun those words in your thoughts ever since. You remember thinking that if he gave you a few more weeks, just a bit more time, you might have found it in you to believe them.
You see Hyunjinâs glimmering eyes holding yours, you see his heart atop a platter handed to you, and you see the resignation in his being. Donât make me love you, you told him. You didnât dare to tell him not to love you in return, deemed it too foolish of thought to entertain.
For he was Hwang Hyunjin, the quiet producer who paints in his free time and who wears his heart on his sleeve. Who remains hopeful, loving, and tender, despite the thorns pricking at his side. Who is beautiful, so much so that he allowed you to see beauty in the universe once again, through his eyes.
How could he love you?
How could you not love him?
âThe song,â you whisper, the words barely escaping your lips as you stand, trembling, on your feet. Hyunjin rises too, meeting you in the center of his room.
âIt is about you. For you,â he says simply as if his words donât cause your world to burst at the seams only to mend itself once again, too eager to fix itself and exist in the same timeline as Hyunjin.
âI don't⌠I donât know what to say,â you say earnestly, feeling your heart pound in your chest, its beats resounding loudly in your ears.
It is wrong of you to assume he wishes you to say something. He is Hyunjin, the one who finds words in your silences too, after all.
âI donât need you to say anything,â he shakes his head, taking another step closer to you. âI don't want an answer, I don't wish to pressure you. I just wanted to tell you that my love is here, it is yours to take or to leave, to cherish or to discard. But it is yours, because this is who I am. I am someone who loves you.â
âSo do not tell me to forget you because I don't know how to. And donât tell me that youâll leave because I will love you still, because youâd still be you, near or far, you are you. And you are someone I long for.â He pauses, his voice softening. âAnd I long for you, Yn, more than anything I've ever longed for. And I've spent all my life longing.â
His lips meet your forehead tenderly, and you feel your entire being grow limp at the chaste kiss, as if your limbs wish to liquefy and form a puddle on the floor. His touch is soft, and you miss it the moment he parts from you.
âThere must be something in this room that keeps on making you cry,â he smiles and you bring your hands to your damp cheeks, surprised to find there tears you didnât realize had fallen.
âItâs you,â you pinch his arm playfully and he squirms away from your hold, stabbing his toe on the desk in the process. A loud fuck echoes around the room, and your laughter dissipates the tension clinging into the air.
âCan you play it again?â you request softly and Hyunjinâs theatrics fade as a shy smile tugs at the corner of his lips.
âIs it good?â
âIt's everything to me.â
âIt's called âlong for youâ, by the way.â
âLong for you,â you repeat quietly. There has never been a prettier combination of words.
The title all but makes sense as you lay on the bed, your gaze fixed on the paintings hung on the wall, Hyunjin sketching quietly on his desk, the song resonating softly in the background. You've longed for many things in your lifeâthe person you once were and the tender love you once cravedâbut amidst it all, nothing has weighed heavier on your heart than the longing for the man sitting just two meters away, almost in your loving grasp. Almost.
â â â
It is an excruciating five days that Hyunjin spends apart from you, the both of you too caught up in your assignments to find a moment to properly speak. But you do not shy away from him when he greets you, and your grin is kind as it drapes across his being, and Hyunjin swears he has never seen a prettier sight than you smiling.
On the sixth night, Hyunjin completes the cover for the songâ a figure wrapped around itself protectively, mirroring the way you hug yourself in your sleep. He hangs it on the wall, right next to your thank you card and the white bouquet he drew once again, wishing to properly immortalize its beautiful flowers, to purify that memory from the tumult that followed it.
On the sixth night, the house is quiet, the full moon high up in the sky, snowflakes falling softly to the ground. Hyunjin wonders if you too mimicked the snowâs descentâ both of you falling apart with it.
But then, thereâs a knock on his door.
His heart catches in his throat, his body freezing as if it forgot how to move. You are here.
âCome in,â he manages to say, his voice barely above a whisper. You push the door open, and Hyunjin's words wilt on his tongue as he sees what you're carryingâanother bouquet, filled with white flowers, yet again.
âHey,â you smile, standing by the door.
He remains silent, unsure of what to say, or how to speak. He longs for you when you are away, even more so when youâre before him.
âWe shouldn't let these white flowers wither away too, right?â you smile slightly, placing the bouquet on the desk before walking to Hyunjinâs bedside. His voice falters, vocal cords refusing to move and overshadow your voice.
You sit beside him, gently pulling his hand so that youâd both lie on the pillows. Your hand doesnât leave his own, instead, it moves to rest on his cheek, reminiscent of the many times he had cradled your face before. Inch by inch, you close the gap between you, nuzzle the tip of your nose against his own. âHi, Hyuneâ, you say softly, and he swallows thickly, his voice coming out just as quietly.
âHi, my Yn.â
âIf we take care of the white flowers together do you think theyâll survive a bit longer?â you ask, your gaze never wavering from his, countless stars twinkling in the depths of your irises.
âI believe so,â he says tentatively, too aware of the warmth of your palm against his skin, of the sweet ache unfurling within his being.
âMm, and even if they wilt we can always buy new ones. We can learn how to care for them better, with time,â you say, and he nods in agreement, laying his hand atop your own, tilting his head to bestow a chaste kiss on your palm.
âWith time,â he echoes softly and you smile, vulnerable yet secure in his gray sheets, in his hold.
âWill you give me time too?â you ask, and Hyunjin reads in your eyes what you mean, understands in the shake of your voice the question you are too afraid to voice. Will he give you time to heal in order to love?
âAs long as you need. Iâm not going anywhere,â he reassures, pressing his forehead gently atop yours, and you both close your eyes, as a running warmth encloses you both, blooms a blush on both your cheeks.
His arms wrap around your back, drawing you close until your chests are pressed together, your head resting naturally in the curve of his neck. And it is long forgotten in your mind, all the nights you slept in this very bed alone. You feel safe, safe enough to long for love knowing that it patiently awaits you behind the door, once you find enough courage to turn the doorknob. You feel serene, as Hyunjinâs warm palms glide soothingly up and down your spine, as every muscle, every nerve, every atom in your being relaxes in his hold.
You are healing, slowly, with each fleeting second that passes in which Hyunjinâs heartbeat resounds within your chest, as its melody runs through your veins, melds with your own as if it was destined to be there all along. As you rest in Hyunjin, as you find a safe home within his soul to discard your worries at the doorstep and breathe.
âIt did get better,â you whisper, pressing a kiss to his shoulder blade. âHm?â He leans back to look at you, and heâs so beautiful, so tender as he gazes at you, you canât help but trace the contours of his face with your fingers, hoping to commemorate him with your eyes, with your touch.
âYou promised me itâll get better, and it did,â you smile, as your legs further intertwine with his, and his rose perfume becomes an indelible mark on your skin. âToo bad I can't hit your pretty face now,â you joke and he giggles, tipping his head back.
He's so beautiful, body and soul, and he longs for you, you alone.
âBut I can still do this,â you murmur before finally pressing your lips against his like a boat finally reaching the shore after months of sailing. You both exhale, in yearning, in relief, as your mouths move together in a slow, languid dance, his hand finding the pulse on your neck, yours settling atop his jaw.
He would kiss you again, this intimately, in the coming months, when your heart expands enough to contain the love Hyunjin deserves. He would kiss you again, when your past comes to haunt you, and healing sounds like an elusive myth youâd never encounter in your life.
And he would kiss you again, over the kitchen table and under the fridgeâs light, in between paintings and in supermarket aisles, while picking flowers and watching the first snow.
He would kiss you, this tenderly, in the next winter, and the ones after it, as if his longing for you never wanes. Till blow three disappears from your memory, till all you remember is the love, the true one, the kind one, the soft one Hyunjin alone could have brought you.
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â sensory night â w. gyĹmei himejima ŕŠâŠâ§âË
.nsfw.smut.
underrated character collab entry !!
⢠â synopsis. himejima carries you to bed when youâre sleepy and tipsy after a gathering. one thing leads to another when you help him explore his other senses. ⢠â a/n. itâs hereeeee. hereâs my piece for the underrated character collab hosted by @honeybleed! ty again for letting me be a part of this. always love writing for my man gyĹmei. ⢠â wc. 3,7k
how long has it been? five? six years? you hadnât had this much time to relax for years. you and anyone included at this small gathering. some hashiras gathered on the terrace, and some slayers gathered inside. for once, you were all decompressing and having fun. including yourself. you had drank enough booze to see blurred whenever you tried to get up from where you were sitting, words meddling themselves into your mouth.Â
the stone hashira was watching you, as much as he could. when himejima heard your shiny laughter from the other room, he knew you were safe, itâs when it stopped that his brows connected in concern. he had to go take a look.Â
sliding the wooden door to the adjacent room where some of your colleagues were gathered, he felt the pressure of the floor change when your back met the mat. it wasnât long before the slayers made way for himejimaâs giant stature to come over and gently pick you up, wrapping his arm under your back and knees. you were sound asleep. pretty little snores escaping your mouth. a warm chuckle made its way out of his lips when he heard how peaceful you felt between his hands. âi think itâs time for bed, precious one.â
the others laughed in unison before agreeing that your time at this gathering was over. your bed was waiting for you.Â
gyĹmei had been watching over you for years now. and you were certainly grateful for his presence. the wisest and strongest hashira looking out for you? you couldnât have been more safe.Â
but it wasnât all innocent and you knew it.Â
he couldnât quite discern your facial expression when he was dreamingly staring a little too long. or how gently his words landed in your ears when he reassured you after a mission. or your blushing figure when he was standing always so close to you.Â
oh. you were so grateful.
tukÂ
the flask you had been carrying between your fingers made contact with the floor when your weight was lifted by his strong hands. leading you to your chamber was an easy task for the hashira. nevertheless, he wasnât sure if he should leave or stay by your side. would you need more help later when you awoke? would you still be tipsy and unable to stand?Â
why was it harder to make a quick decision when it came to you than on the terrain?
deep in his thoughts, gyĹmei hadn't realized you had just woken up, still in his arms. itâs your giggle that alerted him. a soft and sweet giggle that couldâve warmed his heart if it wasnât already so full of love for you.Â
âgyĹmei.â your sleepy voice reached him as he walked into the corridor leading to your room. you still werenât on first-name bases after all these years so hearing it coming from you made his heart skip a beat., but his face stayed composed, as strong as ever.
âgyĹmei, gyĹmei-â you insisted, lingering on his name. you couldnât quite figure out why you were in his arms in the first place but it seemed to not bother you when you searched for contact, placing a hand on his cheek with an impudent smile. âgyĹmei. look at you, gyĹmei.â your left thumb trailed his jaw before you extended your whole right hand around his other cheek. âyour face is so soft, gyĹmei..âÂ
you jiggled with his cheek, pinching his skin but he did not flinch. he wasnât bothered, wearing his usual stoic demeanour, as he kept his gaze straight towards the door that was coming to your left. âyouâre tired, small one. you should sleep.â if you had his perfect sense of hearing, you couldâve heard his strong heart beat faster ever since you laid your fingers on his face.Â
he opened the door, with you still comfortably tucked into his arms before delicately setting you down on the squishy bed. you whined, now cold without the warmth of his body as you only wore that kimono that was barely holding on around your shoulders, revealing parts of your cleavage.
his eyes flickered when he heard a ruffle coming from your sheets where he had left you. he was standing on two knees beside your bed now, and you couldâve sworn he was taller than anyone you knew even when in this position.Â
âgyĹmei.â
âyes. what is it?â
he was always so patient with you. so composed and polite. so, was the moment right? was it right for you to continue your sentence and express these buried feelings you had felt for so long?Â
âdonât you sometimes wonder...âÂ
hesitation drawn in your eyesâ it was a good thing he couldnât see.
âdonât you sometimes wonder what i feel like?âÂ
your words were followed by your hands wrapping around his wrist, slowly lifting his arm towards your face.Â
he let himself be handled with apprehension and silence when he realized you were leading his hand closer and closer to your mouth. there was no resistance on his part when you moved it further, landing on your face.Â
his hand was warm, scarred and calloused but it felt so soft against your skin. he was hesitant at first, all of his senses aleterted when he felt your body shiver against his touch. it was the first time he could allow himself to touch you so intimately. his hand cupped your jaw before slowly making its way towards your mouth. he pressed his thumb against your lips. it was such a comfortable gesture when he started caressing your upper lip, slightly opening your mouth with its movement.Â
you couldnât help but stare at him. the concentrated gaze he wore when he tried to memorize every inch of your lips made you nervously exhale. your hands were still wrapped around his enormous forearm as he took the lead from you.
the idea that gyĹmei had of you was constructed only by the sound your voice made, by the wind caressing his face whenever you moved and by the musical chant of your laughter reaching his ears. all of it was enough for him to favour you.Â
he didnât only favour you, he longed for you. longed for more. longed for touch. he wanted to memorize the shape of your figure, the taste of your skin, the weight of your body, the sound of your moans-
he wanted to explore all of his senses with you. and maybe this time youâd be able to help him.
you couldnât help but realize that he was completely silent when he moved his thumb past your lips without resistance. feeling your tongue and teeth was a whole new experience for him. a slight pressure applied with your teeth made him nervously inhale, but all you could hear was a deep groan when your tongue made contact with his finger.
while he inspected the interior of your mouth, you kept drawing small circles with your thumb still tightly gripping his forearm. you wanted gyĹmei to feel welcome and not hesitate to feel more parts of you.Â
you showed him by releasing your teeth around his thumb and sucking on it. he could feel his heartbeat all the way to his hands when you started to move your mouth. it was all so new and all so sudden, he didnât know how to react to your invitation. he felt like losing himself. he wanted to lose control.Â
you took your time, imprinting your lips around his thumb before letting him go with a sloppy pop. now that gyĹmei had a taste of your saliva on him, he wanted more. as soon as you stopped, thinking heâd be too hesitant to continue, the gentle giant raised himself on one knee, leaning his whole figure on top of you and wrapping his hand around the back of your head. it was his turn to get a taste.
he started at the beginning of your neck, covering it with kisses and bites. It was slow and measured. he made sure he could remember every spot by heart before moving on to the next. his lips made you quiver as you uncontrollably let your head fall back with your eyes closed so you could get the whole experience. timid moans that he could hear so clearly hurried him to move downward to your exposed chest.Â
you had never seen gyĹmei like this. so imprudent. so eager to explore every single one of his senses with you without minding the consequences. he was already too deep.
when he shifted downward, you could feel his hand run across your whole body, tightly gripping and touching your shoulders, your waist, your hips. his breathing made the most sound when he opened your kimono, meticulously unwrapping the decorative obi string that kept the tissues together without even thinking about it.
gyĹmei was so skilled with his hands, you had just now realized, and you too were excited to see what more he could do. under his strong and passive exterior, you knew heâd surprise you with his hunger.Â
he started attacking your belly with his mouth when your upper body was naked, moving his hands further up so that heâd reach your breasts. his hands were huge when they grazed your nipples. he used one of his palms, slightly rubbing his skin against your pointy nipple. feeling a new part of you made his heart skip a beat. you were so small and frail under him. he could cup both of your boobs with one hand, but he waited. he waited patiently until a small whimper came out of your lips to play with you.Â
he couldnât hide it, the sole purpose for his next move was to hear more of these sounds you made that reassembled the most beautiful melody.
one hand firmly grasping one of your breasts provoked another sound before he rubbed his thumb on the tip of your nipple. at his touch, gyĹmei could feel your body tense under him while he continued to make circles, taking care of one of your nipples, while his mouth did the work on the other. again, he was deliberately steady and torturous. with his tongue now flat against your nipple, he spread his drool around it. it was wet and sweaty and he loved it. he loved how it made you feel and loved how lucky he was to be able to explore your body like this. when his lips squeezed the tip, you reached for his head, planting your fingers on his scalp. he was immovable but it was mostly for you, so that he wouldnât leave this perfect spot.Â
when he finished working on your breasts both with his hands and mouth, he placed a last kiss under your right boob before moving his whole weight again. at the sudden stop, you lifted your upper body to have a view of his next actions and when you realized he was heading between your legs, panic settled in.Â
âg-gyĹmei.â half-drunk you tried calling to him.Â
âitâs alright, sweet one..âÂ
even when he was whispering you could hear the power in his voice. you could feel his hand clutch around one of your hips and his exposed chest graze your pelvis when he lowered himself even more. one of his hands always stayed put on your chest but the other ran from your hip to your thigh. âlet me rediscover myself with you.âÂ
and you let him. you were at a loss for words under gyĹmei. even now, nothing about him was stiff. he was as tranquil as all the other times you had seen him, but something differed and you could feel it by the way he took care of you. he was lustful and stimulated. his giant figure towering over you earlier had undoubtedly made you flustered. you never expected to be so overwhelmed by all the attention he could give, but here you were, squirming under his large hands when he separated your legs.Â
the mix of your sweat and body odour agitated his nose. it made him feel euphoric. he had no problem guiding himself to your naked pussy with one finger trailing along your skin to the interior of your thigh until he could feel your pussy. when he did, his thumb played with your lips. feeling every curve by dragging his finger delicately, until he was satisfied.Â
he waited a couple of seconds at your entrance before inserting his index in. feeling the wetness of your folds tightening around his finger made him flinch but he went deeper when he heard you yelp. one finger was already enough for you, you thought. it almost filled you and you couldnât comprehend how he was so huge inside of you.Â
you tried to close your legs but were unsuccessful under his strong hold. there was no way youâd be able to control your reactions now. grasping the sheets with one hand and your kimono in the other, the only thing you could try to do was hold onto something. unfortunately, gyĹmei hadnât had enough of your sweet sounds and started exploring your insides, fingering your pussy so perfectly. his hot breath against your skin only made your pussy pulsate around him more.
he felt everything around his finger, from the gummy interior to the slimy fluid that drenched his finger. without wasting any more time, he moved around which provoked a sudden cry. you couldnât believe gyĹmei was actually going there. you couldnât believe that he was between your legs, working his way through your folds while you couldnât do anything but stare at the silent man.Â
despite his quietude, the feeling was exhilarating and he wanted more. soon enough you felt another one of his fingers enter your fleshy folds, making its way past your inner lips and joining the index, moving along with it. it made your back arch with pleasure when his fingers filled you entirely. his large digits made their way in and out in unison, searching for the spot that would make you twitch out of delight.
gyĹmei took his time when he felt his fingers squeeze every time he went past that ring of muscle. he could intelligibly feel and hear the effect he had on you which made his hand clench around your thigh.Â
while his fingers took care of the inside, he shifted his thumb landing perfectly on your clit. you couldâve sworn he had done this before but his eagerness made you think otherwise. he could perceive your positioning so distinctly. he knew when you closed your eyes, when you tried to silence your moans with a hand on your mouth and when you placed the other on top of his, towards your inner thigh. he could also sense that you were already so close to finishing with how he worked his way against your clit and how he had stretched you out easily with two of his fingers.Â
your body tensed up as you tried to restrain yourself from completely letting go of the little control you had over your own body. thighs clenching, with your hand tightly wrapped around gyĹmeiâs, but he had little to no regard for your current state.Â
he only wanted you to let go. but these sensations you both felt needed to last so that theyâd left an imprint- so that heâd remember it.
âhimejima-san.. please.â you begged when you squeezed the hand he had planted between your legs. you felt yourself so close to cumming, but the sudden switch to proper naming frustrated him and you felt him get rougher with his fingers. he knew it would cause discomfort if he tried to insert another one of his digits, so he maximized the hold he had on you.Â
when gyĹmei finally felt your body twitch with anticipation, he completely stopped his movement and felt moans of complaint through his ears. your head peaked up, brows connected in confusion. âh-himejima? why did you-âÂ
he still wore a concentrated gaze when he took his fingers out, letting your plump pussy wrap them one last time, feeling every little inch of your walls against his skin. slimy fluid covering him and dripping out of your swollen and demanding hole.
gyĹmeiâs euphoric-like state sent shivers down your spine. his mouth was slightly agape like an idea had just blossomed in his mind. nevertheless, you could see that he was still captivated by the unique feeling you had procured him. his fingers were still grazing your skin when you felt a low grunt coming from the man as his breath tickled your skin once more.
you called his name once more but a sudden movement interrupted your words.
gyĹmei lowered himself even more onto the bed, wrapping his strong arms around your thighs in a tight hold, easily moving your lower body along with him, until his mouth faced your empty pussy.Â
when he was correctly positioned, he placed a trail of kisses along your right thigh, eventually sucking on the inner part and stopping towards your swollen lips as his warm breath landed on your skin.
âplease. allow me, little one.â
his next words were followed by his hungry mouth against your wet cunt as you yelped out of surprise. flustered, with both hands on your mouth, you tried and muffled the next moans that were bound to come out, but gyĹmei couldnât allow it. he couldnât allow you to silence the noises that made him feel all kinds of ways- that made him so hard. as a result, he extended one of his arms, effortlessly grabbing onto your wrists and pulling your hands down against your chest, before he continued to devour you any further.
it was when he parted your lips with his tongue that you let out your whimpers and it was like music to his ears. his mouth extended to the outside of your cunt, so he could easily suck on your nub before going back inside with his tongue. he had a large mouth that took such good care of you.
the taste couldnât be described. this new mix of savour and odour was heavenly. it gave gyĹmei a good idea of who you were and how you felt. he was drinking out your soft and tired movements when you pushed your pelvis against his mouth. you let a long-ish moan when he lingered on your clit, a soft touch of teeth before completely engulfing it with his lips. sucking until he felt confident enough to shift to your spit-covered lips.Â
to get a better grip, he pulled your legs further so they could rest on his broad shoulders. eating you out was like a dream come true. he could taste everything he had felt with his fingers minutes earlier. it awakened his senses and brought a whole new meaning to pleasure. his olfactory glands and taste buds were so stimulated that you felt deep groans and moans vibrating against your entrance that made you flutter. to hear such a composed and collected man lose his mind over you only pulled you closer to your orgasm.
a few minutes in and he had already explored every inch of your cunt, and you finally felt yourself coming. not wanting to make a mess and way too agitated to cum on gyĹmeiâs mouth, you tried to voice your concerns, tangling words mixed with pretty moans.
âg-gyĹmei, w-wait-âÂ
he hummed against you, as if to approve. as if to tell you that you had the right to release yourself upon him.Â
so when you gave up on containing yourself and with gyĹmeiâs encouragement you let out a long yelp, cumming all over his lips.
he drank you up, tightening his grip on your thighs while he enjoyed the sweet taste of your seed on his tongue.Â
he stayed stationed between your legs for a while, properly sampling this new exquisite liquid and taking his time to savour it. he exhaled loudly before parting with your cunt, pressing soft kisses over your lips.
after a while, gyĹmei finally decided to pull back completely, sucking at your inner thighâs skin and taking in a final deep breath before lifting his gaze towards your face, with your sweet cum wetting his lips. he couldnât see the state you were in, but could guess youâd be a mess.
sweating and trying to catch your breath, you had completely relaxed your body against him. your head lazily tilting back against the pillow, you had never felt more at peace.Â
your orgasm had left your cunt pulsating, but the only thing you recognized was gyĹmeiâs fingers rubbing against your palm.
âthank you.âÂ
when you had enough strength to realize that he had thanked you, the sudden gratitude startled you. you lifted your upper body with one of your arms against the sheet while the other was still tightly gripped around his hand.
âyouâre thanking me? himejima, why.. why are you thanking me?â
he raised his body with ease, all the way up so that he could stand above your naked figure, facing you.Â
âsweet one. you taught me how to see without my eyes.â he murmured, as he moved his hand to wrap yours entirely.
âyour touch, scent and sound have changed me. I have been waiting to explore these with you.â
his confession warmed your heart and you couldnât help but stare at his face. he was still drunk on you but he spoke genuine words that made you uncontrollably blush. a cheeky smile appeared on your smile, fully surrendering to a hypnotic whirl of happiness.
that night, after a well-deserved break, gyĹmei himejima had explored and reinvented the meaning of senses with your help; when you moaned into his ears, when he couldnât keep his hands off of you, when he tasted every part of you and when your elated scent almost brought him to tears.Â
although.. he did promise you heâd need more than one lesson to perfect his technique.
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fever pitch - r.b.
softball player robin buckley x cheerleader fem reader
18+ ONLY MDNI
warnings: all characters are 18+, oral (f receiving), fingering, public sex, thigh riding, secret relationship, allusions to sex, bullying, mean!dom robin, little bit of mean reader, jealous reader
this is a collab with the absolutely brilliant @undead-supernova !! i literally had so much fucking fun writing this with you august, and it might be my favorite robin fic iâve ever written. i feel like our brains collided and made a gay ass baby and iâm so proud of us. we hope you enjoy xx.
word count: 3.7K
âShhh, donât want us getting caught like this do you?â
Robinâs voice is hushed but stern, now lifting her head from between your trembling thighs. The blonde has you spread out on a bench in the dugout, skirt shoved up around your hips as her tongue laps up everything you have to offer.
That is until a broken moan leaves your lips, unable to stop it as her fingers curl up inside you. The sound breaks through the silence, the only thing heard above the soft hum of cicadas.
âWhat would your little friends think, hmm?â she taunts, brow raised as she looks up at you, dirt still smeared across her cheeks from the game. âKnowing a loser is the one making you feel so good?â
In that moment you canât find it within yourself to care anymore, gripping her hair in your fist to guide her back between your legs. âLet them.â
Robin hums, her lips drifting lower to nip at the tender skin of your thighs. The action causes another loud whimper to leave you. âYou sure about that, honey?â
âI donât care,â you admit out loud for the first time, thoughts completely overwhelmed with all things Robin.
âFuck, I donât care anymore,â you sigh.
Never in your wildest dreams would you think tonight would turn out like this.
Youâd been watching her from the sidelines as she attempted to slide into homebase, coming up a little short. Youâd never gotten to see her play before, your extracurriculars usually running at the same time. But today had been just your luck, with Chrissy spraining her ankle, immediately being rushed off to get it iced. Coach ended practice shortly afterâno use continuing without the star of the squad there, right?
It gave you the perfect opportunity to watch her without raising any suspicionâtwo of your teammates by your side, laughing as Robin struck out. You took your lower lip between your teeth, trying not to gawk as she rose to her feet. Dusting the dirt off her thighs when she caught your eye, biting back a smirk as she made her way towards the dugout.
But not before stopping by where you were leaning against the bleachers. Right there, in front of everyone for the first time.
See, this has been going on for months. The sneaking around, the feigned rivalry.
If only they knew what was really happening behind closed doors.
You first noticed her late one afternoon, walking to your car after cheer practice. Robin hadnât even crossed your radar, barely a glance in the hallway. Too wrapped up in your own world to notice. But there was just something about the warm glow of the sunset laying against her flushed cheek. The way she found your eyes, like she knew your secret, before she spit out the shell of a sunflower seed. Chuckling as she grabbed her bat and walked off.
All you knew after that was you desperately wanted to know more. And boy, did you.
You quickly learned through word of mouth that she had been caught hooking up with some girl in the band room after school. That confirmation prompted you to start dropping her little hints. Longing glances when no one was paying attention, nods in the hallway. Sneaking out of practice early just so sheâd notice you walk by. And, sure, she noticed.
But Robin wasnât going to come easy, was she?
No, she wanted to make you work for it. To prove to her you were serious, not just another girl looking to make out with her for the thrill of it. Or some sick joke conjured up by the cheer squad to humiliate her more.
You quickly realized that your subtle hints were not going to get you what you wanted. Her.
One day youâd finally had enough, boldly slipping a note in her locker between classes. Coaxing her to meet you in the secluded alley between the gym and the cafeteria. A place youâd only used to meet a certain super senior when you wanted to buy some weed.
A spot unknown or used by the majority of the students of Hawkins High, knowing you wouldnât be seen or heard by any curious passersby.
Part of you was worried she wouldn't show, becoming increasingly more nervous as time passed. Any lingering qualms were squashed when you saw her striding down the narrow path towards you. She looked good, her dark jeans hugging her hips just right. A button-up shirt tucked loosely into them, the top few buttons left open.
You wanted nothing more than to lean forward, closing the short distance between your bodies. Leave a trail of blues and purples along her exposed skin. And that terrified you, to know that one girl could mess you up in such a monumental way.
âSo,â you mumbled, kicking a pebble with the tip of your sneaker.
âSo,â she answered, crossing her arms over her chest.
Without hesitation, you introduced yourself but Robin gave you a confused look.
âYeah, I already know who you are.â
âYou do?â
âWell, weâve gone to school together our whole livesâŚâ she paused, running a hand through her hair, âand when a girl is practically eye-fucking you in the halls, itâs hard not to notice.â
âOh, right,â you replied, looking down. Embarrassment washed over you. âSorry, I guess I misinterpreted this whole thing.â
You carefully pushed off the wall, ready to walk away and pretend like this whole thing never happened. Save yourself the humiliation.
But her soft voice stopped you in your tracks.
âI wouldn't say that.â
âThen what would you say?â you asked, more confident now.
âYouâre the one who asked me here,â Robin pointed out, turning the focus back to you.
And just as quickly as your confidence had risen, it fell. So you looked down again, now fiddling with the hem of your skirt.
âI donât, um,â you struggled. âI donât really know how to say it. I justâŚIâŚâ
âOh, just spit it out already.â
You looked up at her exasperated expression, narrowing your eyes. âFine! Fine. Whatever. I like you, okay?â
âLike me? Weâve never spoken.â
âDonât give me that when Iâve seen the way you look at me too.â
Robinâs hardened expression fell. âTouchĂŠ.â
Silence fell between you, Robin lifting her head to look at the sky. You couldnât help but squirm again, feeling a desperate urge to breathe in her scent.
You sighed. âSo, what do we do now?â
âHell if I know,â she replied, looking back at you. âI thought you were stuck up like the rest of your prissy friends.â
âNot when Iâm around you,â you admitted, barely above a whisper. âYou make me feelâŚdifferent, somehow.â
âI could make it much worse for you, you know,â Robin replied, a smug grin reaching her lips as she stepped closer to you. âAll you have to do is ask.â
âPleaseââ
âActually, no,â Robin interrupted, fingers inching towards your hip. âYou should beg.â
âPlease,â you said without hesitation. âPlease, Robin. I need you.â
Robin knew she shouldnât. And so did you. But there was just something there, pressing against your chests as Robin pressed you against the brick. And when she kissed you the first time, you nearly whined in contentment, mewling softly against her mouth.
That kiss left you feeling desperate, eager for her to show you more. However, Robin wasnât going to chase you, forcing you to take matters into your own hands. You sought her out one night after practice, pulling her into the equipment room outside the gym. Backing her body against the door, lips meeting once you heard the lock click into place.
âJust couldnât stay away now, could you, baby?â she mumbled against your mouth, pulling a soft whine from you as she nipped at your lower lip. The noise caused her to laugh softly.
âI want you, Robs.â
She hummed in response, letting her lips trail across your jaw. âWant me how?â she prodded as the tip of her nose skimmed along your collarbone, rendering you utterly speechless.
âShow me,â she breathed, further stealing the breath from your lungs as she kissed you deeply. Taking control as she flipped your positions, enclosing you against the door.
Youâre pliable under her soft touch, guiding her fingers up and underneath your pleated skirt. The blue of her irises nearly swallowed whole by her pupils as she gazed at you hungrily. That look ignited something within you, feeling emboldened as you reached forward to undo her pants. Exploring each other in a way that was unfamiliar to you, her skilled fingers helping to guide you with ease.
After that, it was just your little secret, with no one being the wiser. Why would they? You were on the opposite ends of the food chain, fractured by the Hawkins High hierarchy. Leaving little glances across the cafeteria, brushes of your fingertips in the hallway as a secret reminder of what you two had. It didnât hurt that you could sit in class, practice, or even the shower and think about how theyâd brush against your breasts later.
Of course, you couldnât help but wind her up whenever you could be overheard. As she would gladly put you in your place in private.
But you knew as she approached you on the field with that familiar glint in her eyeâ you were really in for it this time.
âWhatâs so funny?â Robin asked, removing her gloves. You let your eyes linger on her fingers for a moment as she gripped the leather. Quickly shifting your gaze elsewhere as you pressed your thighs together.
Something the blonde didnât miss. Holding back a smug smile as she looked between the three of you.
âYouâre just such a loser,â Carol snickered, snapping her gum between her teeth.
Heather joined in with a giggle. âYeah, maybe you should look into joining the t-ball team. Seems like a much better fit for you.â
Heather knew she struck a nerve, pleased with herself as Robinâs jaw clenched in anger.
âOh, yeah?â Robin said, ready to egg her on. âAnd what do you know, Holloway? Iâd like to see you do something other than shake your ass at Billy Hargrove during games. Donât you find it pathetic how desperate you are for his attention?â
âOh, fuck you,â Heather snapped back. âAs if you are getting any. No one even knows your name.â
âYouâd be surprised,â Robin replied, her eyes shifting towards you as if on instinct. âYou know, I donât recall ever seeing this one with a guy.â
âYou better get back to that pitch before you strike out, Buckley,â you bit back, shooting her a warning look. âAgain.â
With a shake of her head, Robin glanced behind you at your âfriendsâ before scoffing and turning. But not before she took her cleat and scuffed up dirt onto your shiny white sneakers.
âOops.â She laughed, giving you one last look before walking away.
Not missing a beat, Heather turned to you with a bewildered expression. âYou know her name?â
You raised an eyebrow. âItâs on her uniform.â
âOhâ right,â she murmured, the conversation quickly forgotten as they discussed their plans for the night: yet another kegger at the Harrington residence. It was something you definitely werenât interested in attending.
Though they begged you to join them, you merely shrugged and told them to go without you. They didnât even blink before heading off, their laughter fading as quickly as it started. But you soon found yourself lost in the chatter of the crowd and the roar of the umpire.
You decided to move up, leaning against the chain-link fence, pom-poms thrown to the dirt as you watched your girl stepping up to bat again. The score had been tied, this being Hawkins Highâs last chance to win the game.
As always, Robin found you again. She gave you a wink before you heard the sharp crack of the bat. You gasped along with the crowd at the sight of the ball shooting through the sky and into the parking lot.
You couldnât help the loud cheer erupting from your lips, clapping along with the crowd as she sprinted through each base with ease. And as she slid into home and was declared safe, her eyes met yours. They followed you as she picked herself up, sweat dripping as she removed her helmet. Shaking her dampened hair out with a wide grin.
There was no longer anything inside you that beckoned you to be malicious. You could feel a swell of pride inside you, wanting nothing more than to show her just how incredible she was. How much you cared about herâŚand you planned on it.
Her teammates were quick to surround her, lifting her up onto their shoulders as the crowd continued to cheer. Robin was clearly embarrassed by the sudden swarm of attention, her cheeks beautifully flushed as they carried her across the field. Soaking in the glory for a few more moments before they were called to line up, shaking hands with the opposing team.
But as everyone began to clear out, you noticed Beth Wildfire hanging back, laughing near the dugout with Robin. As you moved closer, you could make out the way Beth was checking out Robinâs ass as she bent over to grab her glove.
Robin lifted her head slightly, noticing you making your way over.
âNice win, Buckley,â Beth said, popping in a piece of gum. âWe should go out and celebrate.â
âOh, yeah?â Robin asked, a devious smile on her lips as she rose. You couldnât stop the jealousy beginning to surface. âYou think we should invite the team?â
She was making you work for it, wasnât she?
âActually, I thought maybe you and I couldââ
âHey, Robin,â you said, directly in Bethâs line of sight now.
Beth gave you a look, clearly annoyed by your interruption.
Good.
âHey,â Robin greeted. âWhatâs up?â
âYou still need that ride?â you asked, clutching your pom poms tighter in your fists.
âIâd almost forgotten,â Robin replied smugly.
âWell, uh,â Beth said, taking a step closer to Robin. âI could always take her home after heading to Bennyâs.â
âNo, thatâs alright,â you said curtly, faking a smile as you also took a step forward. âI think Iâve got it from here.â
You and Beth exchanged glances before her eyes widened, flickering between you and Robin who was only looking at you. Beth said nothing, opting instead to give you both a quick nod. But the clear disappointment on her face brought you more joy than you cared to admit.
âIâll see you later, then,â she said. âAgain, nice win, Buckley.â
Even as she walked away, Robin never broke eye contact. âThanks, Beth,â she called out, a grin widening on her lips.
âReady to go, mon chĂŠri? Iâm starving.â
Hook, line, and sinker.
And thatâs how you ended up here, your legs draped over Robinâs shoulders as her tongue circles over your clit. One hand buried in her hair and the other clutching onto the chain link fence behind you. Her blue hues never leave your face, taking in each and every reaction she pulls from you.
âYou know, youâre pretty cute when youâre jealous.â She grins, flicking the tip of her tongue over your swollen clit. Enjoying the way your body twitches with every motion.
âI wasnât jealous.â
You breathlessly try to deny it, but you both know youâre lying. Once again letting your pride get in the way, prompting Robin to remove her tongue from your center.
âNoâ Robbie, please,â you whine as she pulls away fully, resting her cheek against your inner thigh as she continues to slowly thrust her fingers inside you.
She revels in the way your walls grip tightly around the digits, almost as if youâre trying to keep them trapped inside. And as much as she loves feeling you, she loves making you beg even more.
So she slips her fingers out of your dripping cunt completely. Standing up to hover over you as she brings them to your lips.
âPlease what, princess?â she taunts, her fingers now slipping into your mouth. Your tongue eagerly swirling around the digits until theyâre devoid of any trace of you.
Robin removes them just as fast, trailing the saliva-coated digits down your jaw until they wrap around the base of your throat. âAnswer me,â her harsh tone only further dampening the area between your thighs.
âPlease donât stop,â you plead without hesitation, rocking your hips up against her thigh. A look of desperation flitting across your features as you clutch onto her shoulders.
âAww, you wanna cum, pretty thing?â Her tone is laced with condescension, finding yourself nodding almost frantically as you gaze up at her.
âI donât know, baby⌠you were pretty mean earlier.â She paused, a small pout forming on your lips as she traced over them with her thumb. âYou think you deserve it?â
You nod as if on instinct, whining as she pulls away from you completely. Rising to her feet once again, grabbing your hands and pulling you up off the bench. Your breasts press together as she whispers softly in your ear, âProve it to me, then.â
You eagerly reach for the buttons on her uniform, tugging the zipper down. Impatiently yanking her pants down over the curve of her ass as you take back control.
âSit,â you demand, resting your hands on her shoulders. Coaxing her to take your previous position on the worn bench.
âSo bossy,â she teases, gripping your hips as you swing your leg over her thigh.
Taking a seat as you slip your fingers past the elastic of her underwear, moaning at the wetness you find there.
âThis all for me?â you muse, your thumb brushing over her bundle of nerves with ease now. Having become quite familiar with every inch of her body over the last three months.
âI mean⌠Beth was looking good tonightââ
You cut her off with your mouth before she has a chance to finish her sentence. That surge of jealousy coursing through your veins as you kiss her deeply.
âShe canât have you,â you mumble against her mouth, before taking her lower lip between your teeth and tugging. âYou're all mine.â
Robin curses softly as you begin to grind your hips against her thigh, slipping two fingers into her awaiting heat. Pumping them in tandem with each rock of your hips, as she mewls against your mouth.
âPlease.â Now she's the one doing the begging, despite your hips continuing to grind down against her thigh. The mixture of her saliva and your juices making a mess on her bare skin.
You giggle softly as you increase the pressure on her clit with your thumb, burying your fingers deeper inside her. âSay it again.â She moans as you attach your lips to the base of her throat.
The blonde tilts her head back to expose more of her neck as you greedily suck on her flushed skin. A feeling of pride washes over you as you leave blotches of red and purple in your wake.
âYouâre mine, Robin.â Your tone is overly possessive, enjoying how her body trembles beneath you. Your words being the thing to finally send her over the edge as she pulls your face back up to crash her lips against yours.
Her fingers dig harshly into the skin of your hips, encouraging you to keep grinding on her thigh. Lifting her leg to increase the pressure on your core. âThatâs it⌠such a good girl.â
She pulls back slightly to watch you with hooded eyes, lips lifting in a genuine smile.
âMy good girl.â
Her words elicit a bigger response than either of you expected, your thighs tightening around her own as you loudly cry out her name. Her hands continue to guide you along her thigh, working you through each wave of euphoria that crashes over you.
Youâre both panting as you begin to come down from your highs, nuzzling your face in the crook of her neck. âWow,â you breathe out, lightly tracing over the darkening love bites on her neck.
âJeez, I think the whole town heard you,â Robin teases, running her fingers along your back.
âWell,â you start, pulling back to look at her. âIâm just trying to congratulate my girl on her big win.â
âYour girl?â she teases.
You bite your lip, trying to hide your smile. âMhm.â
âAdmit it,â Robin says, lifting her eyebrows, eyes tracing the lines of your face. âYou were jealous.â
âMaybe I was,â you finally admit, earning an amused smile from her. âBut I donât think I have to worry about anyone else.â
âNo?â
âMm-mm.â
You press a quick kiss to the corner of her mouth before standing, helping her to her feet. Leaning back against the fence as she wiggles her pants back up over her hips.
Robin is still fastening the buttons as you walk out onto the field. Her eyes follow your figure as you reach the pitcher's mound. A fond look falls over her features as your eyes flutter shut, letting the last glow of the setting sun soak into your pores.
Feeling the weight of her stare, you turn back around. Flashing her a beaming smile as she finally reaches you on the field.
âSo⌠Bennyâs?â you ask, twisting your skirt back into place. âIâm actually starving now.â
Robin looks at you in utter disbelief as she places her hat back on her head, the brim facing the opposite direction. âWait, youâre serious? What if someone sees us together?â
You canât stop the giggle that leaves you, now closing the few feet separating you from her. Cupping her face in between your palms as you press another kiss to her lips.
Right in the middle of the open field.
âI told you,â you say, louder this time. âLet them see us. I donât give a fuck anymore.â
You slip your hand into hers, lacing your fingers as you begin leading her towards your car. A sight to see, her bat and glove in her unoccupied hand. Your pom-poms in yours.
âYou were still an asshole earlier, you know that?â Robin says.
As you share a laugh, you swing your intertwined hands back-and-forth. Youâre practically skipping as you pull her along, light-hearted and winded.
âAnd you ruined my sneakers,â you counter. âAre you gonna clean them for me?â
âOnly if youâre good, mon chĂŠri.â
âI think I can manage that,â you reply as you venture further into the twilight. âAt least for a little bit.â
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Love Scene (svthub's cupid for you collab)
pairing; choi seungcheol x f reader
genre; smut (minors dni)
warnings; alcohol, poor knowledge of wine (on my part), pet names, seungcheol is a simp, unprotected sex, manhandling/cheol lifts the reader, mentions of the readers lipstick color (could look different on all skin tones), begging, slight dom!seungcheol, big dick!seungcheol, lingerie kink, fingering, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, cum eating, breeding kink, aftercare
w/c; 5.3kÂ
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a/n; this is part of the svthub cupid for you collab valentine's gift exchange event. my fic is for my valentine @multi-kpop-fanfics. i hope you enjoy this wifey. i had a lot of fun writing cheollie for you. happy valentines day. i love you. thank you to @wongyuseokie and @onlyhuis for proofreading for me!
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Seungcheol smiles against the wine glass pursed on his lips. You looked beautiful as you listened to the woman drone on about the notes and undertones of the wine that she had been pouring for the two of you to try, but Seungcheol had stopped paying attention three bottles ago.Â
âThis one is a Cabernet Sauvignon.âÂ
You hum along with the womanâs words as you bring the glass to your lips, taking a sip of the dark red liquid and letting the dry wine rest on your tongue, trying to taste the notes she was explaining even as you feel Seungcheolâs eyes on your face.Â
âA personal favorite and one I know a lot of couples tend to want to take home, especially on evenings like this. Notes of cranberries and dark chocolate. What do you think, Seungcheol?âÂ
Hearing his name from the host, your boyfriend smiles, looking away from you to pick up the glass, tipping it back quicker than you had. You watch as he swirls the liquid on his tongue, tilting his head only to purse his lips and look at yours as you let them part ever so slightly in amusement.Â
âNot my favorite, honestly. Especially if Iâm buying a bottle for Valentineâs Day. I want something sweet. Something that will make me feel as good as I do when I look at her.âÂ
He was being ridiculous, and you couldnât help but look away, feeling your cheeks burning at his attempts to be sweet. The woman laughs, reaching for the glasses in front of you, and Seungcheol pulls them back towards her before she searches her inventory for the perfect choice as you shake your head.Â
âSeriously, Cheol?âÂ
Smiling, Seungcheol leans to press his lips against your warm cheek, chuckling at the heat under his lips even as you try to pull away, feeling embarrassed by his public display of attention.Â
âOf course, Iâm serious, Y/N. Itâs Valentineâs Day. If there was any day for me to be as cheesy as possible, itâs today, and you look beautiful. I canât help itâŚÂ I think Cupid shot me in the ass because Iâm head over heels for you, baby.âÂ
Scoffing, you push Seungcheol away, listening to his laughter, even as you attempt to hide your laugh, muttering about how stupid he is.Â
âStupidly in love with you.âÂ
"Ya, could you shut up Choi Seungcheol?âÂ
Turning back towards you and a now playfully pouty Seungcheol, the woman laughs under her breath as she shows you both a different bottle of wine.Â
âThis is a Chateau Chantal Cherry Port. This is the sort of dessert wine I would recommend serving with chocolate. Perfect for a day like today.âÂ
Seungcheol watches your lips pull up into a smile as the dark liquid is poured into two small port glasses and offered to you. He lets you taste it first, listening to the soft sound of appreciation that escapes your lips before he tilts his glass back and his eyes widen.Â
âOh wowâŚâÂ
You can only nod along as you watch your boyfriend this time. He had spent the day âstupidly in loveâ with you, but now you were almost drunk with how much you were clearly enamored with the man.Â
âRich cherries with a bit of tobacco and wood smoke depth makes this port special."Â
Neither of you were paying attention to your host at this point, as Seungcheol notices you looking at him, the glass resting on his lips as he finishes what is left in his glass. He needed to get you out of here. What made this special was you, not any underlying notes or fruits or what barrel the wine had been aged in.Â
âWeâll take a bottle.âÂ
You smile, leaning your head back against the wall next to your front door, as Seungcheolâs lips press against the column of your throat. He had barely kept his hands to himself the entire drive home, but you werenât complaining. You were on fire for him, and it would seem the feeling was mutual.Â
Groaning against your skin, Seungcheolâs fingers slide along your arm to your wrist, where your fingers are wrapped around a blue jasmine bouquet he had stopped to pick up on the way home. He tried to be careful, dragging your arm up the wall, knowing you were holding the flowers, but he could feel petals hitting his shirt and hear the soft fluttering as they fell to the ground.Â
âCheolâŚâÂ
His brows furrowing at the level of need in your voice as you say his name, Seungcheol rakes his teeth against your throat before pulling back to look at your pretty face, leaning in to press his plush lips to yours. Your lips were almost the same color as the wine that he had bought for the two of you to share for the night, and it was driving him crazy.Â
You whimper against his lips, and Seungcheol feels his cock starting to stiffen in his pants, causing him to hiss and lean his forehead against yours in an effort to calm himself down. Your free hand was tugging at his dress shirt under his jacket, pulling it from his pants already, but he had two bags in his hand and a plan for the evening before he wanted to have you on his cock.Â
âYou are so fucking perfect. I love you so much.âÂ
Seungcheol feels your smile against his cheek as he leans to brush his lips against your ear to whisper in your ear. He could feel the chill bumps spreading along your skin. As hard as he was making this for himself, he knew it was just as difficult for you not to beg him to take you to bed.Â
âMy forever valentine.âÂ
Your fingernails almost rip at Seungcheolâs shirt as you feel his hot breath against the shell of your ear, but his words cause your heart to swell. He was cheesy, and you couldnât help but smile, but he was making you fall in love with him all over again.Â
âI love you too, Cheol. Iâcan we just..."Â
He knew what you were going to ask. Smiling, Seungcheol shakes his head, making you whine as he pulls back from you, only stopping to kiss you gently before taking your free hand and guiding you towards the kitchen.Â
âNot yet. Patience, darling.âÂ
You did want to have patience, but as you followed Seungcheol into the kitchen, his fingers falling from yours as he laid his bags on the island, you couldnât take your eyes off him. You knew how important today was to him. Every day with you was important to him, but holidays, no matter how commercial and silly they really were, were important if they could be spent with you and celebrating you.Â
âHere, sit down, baby. Let me grab a couple of things.âÂ
Seungcheol watches you smile as he turns the swiveling high bar stool towards you. He loved your smile. He loved how easily he could make you happy on days like this. Just little actions would have you smiling and giggling for him, and that had Seuncheolâs chest feeling tight with love.Â
Turning you back towards the island, Seungcheol leans to kiss your cheek, listening to your soft laughter as he leaves you watching him. He could hear you shifting behind him, but he kept himself to his task: two wine glasses, a plate, and a fork. No matter how much he wanted to take you to bed right away, he needed to practice the patience he expected you to have.Â
Crossing your arms on the counter, you lay your chin on your hand, tilting your head slightly while watching your boyfriend complete his tasks. He was effortlessly handsome, and you could imagine every day of the rest of your life spent like this. He made it as easy as breathing.Â
He smiled as he looked at you fondly, seeing you with your head resting on the counter. Seungcheol reaches for the bags, taking out the bottle of wine from the vineyard along with a plain box that he had been insistent on stopping to get on the way home.Â
âYou are so cute. I canât stand when you look at me like that.â You smile once again, and Seungcheolâs heart beats quicker. âYou make it hard for me to tell you no.âÂ
âThen why would you ever tell me no, Cheol?âÂ
Shaking his head, Seungcheol carefully opens the wine, letting out a sigh as he holds one of the delicate wine glasses in his left hand and pours some of the deep red liquid into it.Â
âI rarely do. I just ask for patience, like right now. I want to do this in the right order. I got you nice things; I want to enjoy them with you and then enjoy you. Is that so terrible?âÂ
Biting at your lips, you feel your cheeks burning at Seungcheolâs words and his meaning. He was right. You knew he had spoiled you in so many ways, over and over again. Today was no different. You watched how he held the wine glass in his fingers, and it reminded you of how he held you on so many occasions, as if youâd break, like you were precious.Â
âItâs not⌠I just want you so much. I miss you already.âÂ
Sliding the glass across the bar to you, Seungcheol grins, tilting his head at your wording. You missed him? He was right in front of you, albeit separated by some quartz and wood, but he knew what you meant; he would still make you say it.Â
âIs that so? Sweetheart, Iâm right here. How could you possiblyââÂ
"Cheol, you know what I mean.âÂ
Cutting off his words, you whine out your own, causing Seungcheol to chuckle as he pours his own glass of the port before putting the bottle to the side, picking up his glass, and bringing it to his nose as he swirls the liquid gently in the glass.Â
âWhy donât you just tell me, Princess?"Â
It wasnât a question; rather, it was a request, a command. Licking your lips, your eyes move to your wine glass, your fingers running over the stem as your lips pull up into a small smirk, knowing Seungcheolâs eyes are on you. You know heâs watching as you pout your lips slightly and bat your lashes in a way that drives him crazy.Â
âI miss your lips on mine; I miss them on my skin. I want you inside of me, baby.âÂ
Tipping his glass back against his lips, Seungcheol takes a breath through his nose as the wine hits his tongue when you finally tell him what he wants to hear. He would give you what you wanted in due time. Shaking his head, Seungcheol smiles against the delicate glass, lowering his eyes to meet yours as you take your first sip of the wine, letting out a small happy sound to the taste.Â
âAnd I want to be inside of you, and I will be if you can be patient with me. I have a treat for you. Itâs a special day, remember?âÂ
You smile, lifting your shoulders as you nod in response, watching Seungcheol turn the plain white box towards you. You could smell the sweet dessert, but you werenât entirely sure what it was. It wasnât until he lifted the lid that your mouth started to water, and you kicked your feet out of happiness.Â
âMy favoriteâŚâÂ
âMm, only the best for you, darling. The last slice of red velvet cake from your favorite bakery. I called ahead to make sure she put it back for me. Are you happy?âÂ
Lifting the fork, Seungcheol smiles, watching you nod as he cuts off the tip of the cake before turning the bite towards you and letting you lean in to take it from the fork. Watching your eyes close and listening to the sound of your pleasure from enjoying your favorite dessert causes his smile to widen, with his eyes closing very slightly. It was almost better than sharing it with you, just watching you enjoy it on your own.Â
âItâs perfect. You have to try some. Itâs perfect with the port. Let me?âÂ
With your fingers sliding over his, you take the fork from Seungcheol, cutting off the next bite of red velvet cake and offering it to him as he continues to smile at you. Itâs only after urging him to take it, the crumb of the cake brushing against his lips, that your boyfriend takes the bite from the fork, his brows furrowing to the sweet taste, and he closes his eyes, savoring it.Â
Taking another bite, you hum happily as Seungcheol runs his thumb along his lips to push away any remaining crumbs. Watching you eat, Seungcheol brings his wine to his lips with a smile as he uses his free hand to scroll through his phone. The atmosphere was almost perfect. The two of you in the comfort of your house, your favorite cake in front of you, shared the perfect dessert wine, but the sound of music made you look surprised.Â
âDance with me?âÂ
Seungcheolâs fingers run along your hand as you drop the fork on the mostly empty plate as Florence & The Machineâs Stand by Me plays quietly from the phone resting on the kitchen counter. You can only nod, letting your boyfriend spin your chair away from the island as he grins at you and your serious expression. Helping you down from the stool, Seungcheol slides his fingers around your waist, pulling you flush against his body as he takes the lead, swaying with you to the rhythm of the music.Â
âWhat is that look for? Itâs your favoriteâŚâÂ
Of course, it was. Of course, he remembered. Leaning your cheek against his shoulder, you smile, closing your eyes as Seungcheol hums along with the words to the song until you finally speak.Â
âThis is perfect, Cheol. Youâve done too much.âÂ
Humming as he considers your words, Seungcheol leans his head back so he can look down at you, causing you to look up at him as he does. You watch as he shakes his head, finally disagreeing with you. Gentle fingers caress your cheek before Seungcheol allows his hand to rest against the side of your neck, keeping you grounded as if you might float away from him.Â
âNever enough. I love you, and itâs Valentineâs day⌠Iâm just enjoying your company. Iâm enjoying that pretty look on your face when you like something.âÂ
Pouting slightly, you watch as Seungcheol smiles into a laugh, leaning to gently press his lips against your pout.Â
âNo more pouting, sweetheart. Finish this dance with meâŚ.hm?âÂ
Your lips pull up against Seungcheolâs lips as his fingers trail along your neck and up against the side of your hair. Your skin was starting to feel warm again at his attention. You were wanting him badly again, feeling his body so close to yours even as the sweet words of the song attempted to keep you in the moment.Â
Hearing your soft whimper when he pulls back from your lips, Seungcheol bites at his bottom lip as he lets you turn in front of him, his fingers loosely holding yours. With a gentle tug, he pulls you back into his arms as the song ends, and your eyes once again find his desire burning just under the surface.Â
Seungcheol smiles, his teeth slowly sliding from his bottom lip as he shakes his head, trying to keep himself in check as you look at him like that. You listen to his gentle sigh as you feel his fingers work the zipper of your dress down your back. The weight of the material causes your dress to slide forward on your shoulders when Seungcheol takes a step back from you to press his fingers under your chin, tilting your head up towards him.Â
âHave I told you how beautiful you are today? How much I love you in this dress?âÂ
Watching you smile, your head tilting, Seungcheol trails his fingers back up your arms to where your dress was precariously resting on your shoulders. With a gentle brush of his fingers, your dress falls to the floor, a discarded pile at your feet as his eyes move over your body.Â
âBut I love this even more. Shit, babyâŚâÂ
Seungcheol groans, moving his hands to your waist before scratching his nails lightly down to your hips to rest his palms over the burgundy lace that covered your body. You were driving him crazy, his cock now throbbing hard in his pants as Seungcheolâs eyes dilated, looking at you in the bodysuit.Â
âDo you like it?â
Letting out a breath at your question, Seungcheol shakes his head, trying to come up with the right words, before just taking a step back and lifting his hand to rub his palm over his mouth in awe. Watching you turn in front of him, showing him every angle, your boyfriend can only scoff as you let out a playful laugh, lowering your lashes when you face him once again. That was the last straw.Â
âDonât ask silly questions, sweetheart.âÂ
You start to defend yourself when you find yourself lifted off your feet. Wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, you smile against Seungcheolâs lips as he groans to the feeling of your body flush with his as he starts the walk towards the bedroom.Â
âI remember how to walk, Cheol.âÂ
âI donât give a fuck." Your back hits the bed, and you feel the breath get knocked out of your lungs as Seungcheol looks down at you from the side of the bed like you were something to eat. âI wanted you here at my pace."Â
Seungcheol grins as your teeth catch your red lips, pulling at them as you try to hide how much you like his words. He knew how much you liked him manhandling you and how much you were going to like everything that was going to happen to you.Â
âMm, Iâm here. What are you going to do with me now, sir?"Â
Fuck, you were trying to kill him. Shaking his head, Seungcheol chuckles as you tease him with not only your words but also your toes running along the inseam of his dress pants. He groans as you bite your lips, working your foot all that much closer towards his leaking cock, still trapped behind layers of clothing.Â
âExactly what you asked me for in the kitchen, darling.â
Watching Seungcheolâs hands move along his torso to undo his shirt, you laugh quietly at his words, knowing he would keep his promise. Your eyes follow his every move just as they do when your back arches and your legs cross, allowing you to press your thighs together, giving you some much needed relief from the arousal soaking into the lace barely covering your pussy.Â
Clothes hit the floor in different corners until Seungcheol finally lets out a breath of relief, wrapping his hand around his cock and stroking himself slowly. With his free hand, he pries your legs open, only to then bring down his palm hard on your inner thigh, granting himself a half moan, half whine from your pretty lips to the pleasurable sting.Â
âKeep your legs open. With how you are acting, I might as well have let you grind on a pillow while I was getting undressed, princess. Are you that fucking needy?âÂ
You can only furrow your brows and nod, your fingers running along the lace covering your breasts and stomach as Seungcheolâs hands press into your thighs and trace your curves along your hips to your ass and back to your thighs once again.Â
âDying to be touched that badly? Are you ruining your present for me? I liked this piece of lingerie, but Iâm more than willing," You whined, hearing and feeling the sound of lace ripping at your hips as Seungcheolâs fingers dug into the delicate material. âTo replace it. Iâm not, however, patient enough to fucking figure out how to get you out of it. Iâd rather fuck you while you are in it.âÂ
Lifting your hips, your eyes move down to where Seungcheolâs fingers slide under the torn lace. You watch as he smirks, digging his fingers into the burgundy material, watching how easily it gives way to his strength before he moves his fingers to the center of your legs, running two fingers over the wet patch that had grown exponentially with his actions.Â
âYou like that idea, donât you, my pretty little slut?âÂ
Seungcheol watches you lick your lips before you nod and rock your hips against his fingers. He knew you like the back of his hand.Â
âYesâŚfuck. Please, Cheol? I donât want to wait anymore. Iâve wanted you all day long.âÂ
You were so greedy, and he loved that about you. He was just as greedy, if not more. Grinning, Seungcheol leans down to run his tongue along the lace as he hooks a finger under it. Soon, your whines turn into full blown moans as Seungcheol runs his knuckle along your folds before circling your leaking entrance slowly with his index finger.Â
Pushing into your soft, tight walls, Seungcheol groans against the wet lace, furrowing his brows. You were addictive, from your sounds to your taste. He knew you didnât want to wait, but he didnât want to hurt you. He could feel you squeezing around his finger like a vice, and that already had his cock twitching against your thigh at the thought of being inside of you.Â
âPleaseâŚ.just ââÂ
You let out a soft, breathy whine as Seungcheol kisses your thigh, sliding a second finger into you beside his first. You wanted to complain that it wasnât his cock, but when he rolls his fingers back towards the top of your pussy with perfect precision, the words leave your mind as quickly as they had entered them.Â
Seungcheol grunts, running his lips against your soft skin, feeling your slick arousal coating his fingers. He wanted to get his tongue on you. He wanted this lace out of his way, but at the same time, he didnât want it off of you. Seungcheol hadnât been lying about wanting to fuck you in it, so there was only one thing to be done.Â
âCheol!âÂ
A smirk causes Seungcheolâs lips to pull up to one side when you yell his name, feeling your lingerie give way between your legs as he uses his fingers to rip the lace apart. With nothing in his way, Seungcheol slides his fingers back into your warm pussy and runs his tongue between your folds, groaning as he circles the tip around your clit, feeling you buck your hips up against his mouth.Â
You feel your stomach tightening as your orgasm starts to take over quickly with Seungcheolâs relentless actions, but it isnât until a third finger is carefully worked in with the others that you fall over the edge. Your head thrown back against the bedding, you lace your fingers into Seungcheolâs hair, moaning his name as you cum around his fingers, feeling him smile against your folds.Â
âMmâŚfuck.âÂ
His words are muffled against your pussy as Seungcheol lets his fingers carefully slip from you, and his tongue replaces them in order to collect as much of your cum as possible. Only when your thighs shake around his head and you whimper his name, begging for him to give you a break, does Seungcheol move his mouth from between your legs, opting to press soft, wet kisses to your thighs.Â
âYou are trying to kill me.âÂ
Lips once again, pulling up at your words, Seungcheol shakes his head, nipping at your thigh, causing you to whine at feeling overstimulated once again, tugging at his hair to make him stop.Â
âIâm not. I just like watching you tremble like that. You are so fucking pretty. You taste so good. I could eat you out all day long.âÂ
You wanted to reiterate your words after hearing his. It felt like he was trying to kill you as you felt Seungcheolâs hands sliding along your legs and up your sides as he moved between your legs to lay over you. You found yourself pouting only to hear him chuckle and to feel Seungcheolâs lips press against yours to soften the pout before the kiss turned into something much deeper and filled with longing.Â
Seungcheolâs fingers press into your side next to your breast before he groans against your lips, rolling his hips to meet yours and feeling your wet folds against his aching cock. You were warm and wet, and if anyone felt like they were dying right now, it was him. He wanted to give you time to calm down after your first orgasm, but he was also aching to be inside of you after prepping you.Â
âMm, baby, you feel so good. I justâŚfuck.âÂ
You could hear the strain in his voice as you felt him rutting between your legs. Your thighs were still trembling; all you could manage were soft moans and begs against Seungcheolâs lips for him to get inside of you. At first, you arenât sure he understands you until you feel the head of his cock press into you, and his hips slowly move to meet yours.Â
The stretch, even after all of his prep, is intense. Seungcheol is a large man, from his arms to his chest and all the way to his cock, now buried inside of you as he stays still for a moment, waiting for you to adjust. Eyes locked on your face, Seungcheol takes a deep breath, feeling your walls tighten around him, causing his head to spin before you take a breath of your own and whisper his name.Â
âPlâpleaseâŚneed it. I want you to. You feel so good, baby. You are so big, Cheol.âÂ
Everything you said was bad for Seungcheolâs ego. You were always making him feel like he was the most important thing in the world and in the bedroom like he was the only man you would ever need again in your life. That was all he needed and wanted. He wanted you ruined for anyone else. He wanted to leave an imprint of himself inside of you so that you would never forget that you were his, and if you needed a reminder, he would be there every single day of your life to give it to you.Â
Lips brushing against your ear, Seungcheol groans your name like a prayer. His pace quickens as he buries his cock deep inside of you. Pulling your leg up to his hip, he hisses at the feeling of your nails scratching at his biceps before thrusting hard, making you cry out in pleasure.Â
âPut your leg around me, baby. I want you to cum on my cock.â You nod, letting him help you wrap your leg around his hip so that your foot rests on the top of his ass, the new angle causing you to see stars along with his words. âI fucking love the feeling of your cum on my dick, baby. Give it to me."Â
Between Seungcheolâs words and the way his cock was dragging along your walls, you didnât stand a chance of lasting much longer. The coil winding tighter and tighter snaps as Seungcheolâs teeth rake along the side of your neck, and you see white.Â
With your walls gripping his cock like a vice, Seungcheol groans against your neck, his breath caught in his throat as he feels your cum coat his length with every deep thrust into your heavenly pussy. Holding your thigh tightly, Seungcheol leans back to look down at you as he starts to chase his own high.Â
"God, Iâm so close. Wanna leave you full of me...dripping, so I can fuck it back into you.âÂ
Your cheeks burn at Seungcheolâs dirty mouth, and your eyes close, causing him to chuckle before you hear his pleasured groan, knowing he truly is getting close. You could feel him getting closer. All the signs that you had grown to know over your time with him were the same. The way he would pull you closer, his hand almost bruising your skin, his hot breath on your jaw, and the way he would bury himself as deep as possible inside of you, intent on filling you fully.Â
Seungcheolâs choked groans fill your ears as he falls over the edge. His warm cum spilled into you, only to be fucked back into you with deep, smooth thrusts. Catching his breath, Seungcheol smiles as he feels cum begin to seep from you and between your thighs, knowing he had done exactly what he had promised.Â
Leaning back on his hand, Seungcheol groans. He helps you rest your leg back on the bed and off to the side as he continues to slowly push the mixture of his cum and yours back into your tender pussy. He could feel himself softening and how he was overstimulating himself, but it was worth it to hear your soft whimpers and to watch the cum drip from you and around his cock as you ran your fingers between your folds and through the sticky mess, much to his delight.Â
âShitâŚyes. Does that feel good, baby? You gonna give me one more? Use that cum to get off around me one more time tonight."Â
Meeting your eyes, Seungcheol nods along with you as you roll your hips over his cock and your fingers, letting yourself cum one last time. Your eyes closing, and you let out a soft breath and whispered his name as your boyfriend slipped from you with a soft groan. You feel his plush, perfect lips work from your jaw to your lips before the bed feels suddenly empty for a few moments.Â
Exhaustion keeps you from searching for Seungcheol as he sits on the edge of the tub, running his fingers under the taps, letting the water come to the perfect temperature. Leaning towards the door every few seconds, he checks to make sure you havenât moved, only to smile at seeing you breathing softly, your eyes still closed as you rest, waiting for him.Â
After a few minutes, you feel your lips once again press against yours, bringing you back to reality as Seungcheolâs arm moves under your back and the other under your legs. He simply grins against your cheek, hearing your soft mutters of how you could walk before he sits you on the toilet and runs his fingers over your hair, watching you finally open your eyes to look up at him.Â
âHiâŚâÂ
âHi yourself. I ran a bath and brought the rest of our wine in here. Does that sound good?âÂ
Nodding, you smile, causing him to do the same. You let him help you back to your feet once you were ready. Holding on to your arms, Seungcheol helps you into the bath before sliding in behind you and letting you rest your back on his chest, his fingers running along the stem of a wine glass, the other hand resting on your stomach.Â
You canât help but smile as you bring your wine to your lips, taking a sip of the sweet wine before leaning your head back against his shoulder and feeling his lips press to the side of your head. You were exhausted, but this had been the perfect Valentineâs day. Seungcheol was the perfect Valentine, and he was your forever Valentine.Â
âI love you, Y/N.âÂ
Seungcheolâs lips against your ear; his words cause your skin to erupt with chill bumps and for you to laugh into your words as you turn to meet his lips speaking against his.Â
âI love you too, Cheol. Happy Valentineâs Day, my love.âÂ
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collab piece for amor's event, ORQUĂDEAS
PENSAMIENTOS INTRUSIVOS - yesterday, today, tomorrow; unwanted thoughts oftentimes linger through your mind. after rough experiences with love, he's more than ready to show you how much he loves you to make those intrusive thoughts fly away.
⿠contains: very suggestive content (towards the end), mentions of previous toxic relationships, slight angst (with comfort), f!reader, suo being a hopeless romantic (fluff) ⿠a/n: first time joining an event (so honored to join, thank you amor!) and writing a full piece dedicated for suo ⥠for my suo girlies out there, ya'll are among the sweetest and nicest people! you deserve suo's unconditional love~ ⿠wc: 1.1k
yesterday ââ â§
you've never known a guy as mature as suo. in fact, all you've ever known are rowdy immature guys who have no plans, no vision for the future, and no idea how to treat a woman right.Â
however, suo is a pure contrast to all of them. at first glance, one would say he's an absolute gentleman. disciplined, extremely intelligent, perceptive, and not to mention handsome. truly the perfect package.
the only catch? he is too good to be true. suo is the most mysterious and enigmatic person you've ever met. it also didn't help that he has a reputation for being a tease and a bit of a liar.Â
it's true that he has lied quite a lot, but never about his feelings for you.Â
suo professed his love for you months ago, and had started courting you for quite some time now. he knew you wanted him as well, even though you refused to give in to him out of your own personal trust issues with men in the past, which made it difficult for you to believe him.
you didn't believe suo when he told you he could treat you right, like the empress that you are.Â
you didn't believe suo when he said he'd give you the world, make you feel special like you deserve. Â
you didn't believe suo when he said that things would be different with him. he says that he would love you with his whole heart, and take you up the staircase to adulthood, whatever that meant.
"prove it to me." you challenged, with no expectations in your thoughts, as flowery words only meant so little to you.Â
his reply was steady, full of confidence.Â
"of course, darling. for you, i'll do whatever it takes."Â
he calls you his 'darling' like he means it, and looks at you like you were the most precious rare jewel in the world.
suoâs words were promising, but you knew better than to fall for mere promises. you had been let down one too many times before. if he wanted your trust, he would have to earn it.
actions spoke louder than words, so he would have to find a way to convince you. you've been through so much heartbreak and toxicity that you just found yourself so hesitant to let anyone else in.Â
today ââ â§
they definitely didn't call suo a "master of negotiation" for nothing.Â
he showed up to your home with a large bouquet of flowers, a mix of reds and purples, which perfectly complemented his burgundy toned hair.
"what's this for?" you ask, perplexed at him suddenly gifting you with such an eloquent set of flowers. they seemed like they cost a fortune too. the bouquet was wrapped in embossed paper and high quality silk ribbons, because suo wanted only the best for you.
"these orchids are a symbol of your elegance and beauty, these roses are a symbol of my passion and desire for you, and the heliotropes represent my everlasting devotion." suo explains, handing the flowers over to you.
he is obviously well-versed in flower language. could this man be any more perfect?Â
a mixture of wonder and disbelief were reflected in your eyes. "for me?" you admire each beautiful fresh flower, softly running your fingertips through the petals.Â
none of your past lovers had ever gotten you flowers before, and one of them even once forgot your birthday. so this was something totally new to you.Â
"you told me to convince you, so here i am, trying to convince you." he smiled, his charming, captivating, signature suo smile.Â
you blush at his gesture. "thank you suo, you really didn't have to, but that's very thoughtful of you."Â
"do i get a kiss as a token of gratitude?" suo asks, a playful grin spreading across his face as he leans in slightly.
you roll your eyes, trying to suppress the smile tugging at your lips. "donât push it, hayato." you reply.
suoâs eyes widen slightly, taken aback not only by the way you casually used his first name but also by the unexpected moment when you tiptoed and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
maybe suo really is a better negotiator than you thought. well, he certainly had his way of convincing you, that's for sure.Â
tomorrow ââ â§
you weren't certain when you started to notice it, but the pain of heartache that had once felt so overwhelming now seemed like a fading shadow. gradually replaced by a quiet sense of peace, as if your heart was finally learning to heal and make room for something new, something better.
something like hayato suo.Â
both of you were definitely ready to take the next step, imagining a future together. (maybe this was what he meant by the 'staircase to adulthood' that he kept talking about so much.)
he cherished you dearly, his kisses always so soft and gentle. he held you with tender fingers, like you were fine china. night after night, he lapped at you hungrily, like you were the sweetest tea he'd ever drank. in suo's bed the both of you lay, him basking in your beautiful afterglow.Â
"you're so cute." he said, stroking your hair. "but you know what would make you even cuter? if i kiss you right now."Â
"is kissing all you ever think about, hayato?" you sigh.
suo shrugs. "ever since i fell in love with you, yes, i believe it's all i ever think about."
"how did you end up falling for me, hm?" you nuzzle against his chest, hearing the faint sound of his heartbeat.
"i'm not sure, either. maybe you put some type of love potion in my tea?" he replies to you, his hand reaching for yours, intertwining your fingers with his.Â
"stop, i did not, that seems more like something you would do, hayato!" you giggle, playfully giving him a light shove on the shoulder.Â
he chuckles in response and leans in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "the ancient spirit in my eye says we should kiss now."
curious, you tilted your head and ask, "did it now? tell me, what's really under your eyepatch, anyway?"Â
"darling, you already saw what's under my clothes and now you want to see what's under my eyepatch, too?" his gaze locks in with yours, a teasing glint present in suo's eye.Â
before you could respond, he presses his lips against yours. afterwards, suo proceeded to place a kiss on your ring finger that is adorned with an antique promise ring. a matching set to his antique earrings, which he slid around your finger the moment you told him you were ready to accept his affections.Â
you have suo totally and irrevocably wrapped around your finger, literally and figuratively. he has always promised himself to you since yesterday, today, tomorrow, and always.
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twenty something ( k. bakugo x reader, established relationship, just soft and pure vibes, down bad bakugo ) ( it was my bday on friday and i wanted to write something short and sweet, self indulgent for sure )
You didnât care for birthdays.
You had never made a huge fuss over your own, anyway.
The last birthday party you remember having was back when you were still obsessed with fairy princesses and only spoke in broken sentences, likely only five.
Since then, it had really only ever been small dinners and hardly any presents. Your family never really had the means to do anything huge and you told yourself you never minded, that all you ever cared for was the acknowledgment of the day. And that was never skipped or glanced over, there was never a lack of love and you always felt grateful for another year.
It was true, you did feel that way and after the war those feelings only grew. You were more appreciative than ever, even more so for all the new friends and loved ones in your life.
Your boyfriend, Katsuki, especially.
And though you werenât expecting anything, your boyfriend had other ideas. Heâd come over the night before to make you dinner and give you a few gifts heâd gotten you. You swooned over his attention to detail, he cooked your favorite meal and got you things he knew youâd love.
âKatsukiâŚâ
âI know.â He sighed,âYou might not wanna accept it, I know how you are, you think itâs too much, but Iâm not returning it.â
He stood up, walking behind you and pulling the intricately detailed locket from the box you had just opened, he unclasped it and moved your hair aside to secure it onto your neck,âOpen it.â
You listened, opening the locket and feeling your heart swell.
Your boyfriend had not only gone through the trouble to get both your initials engraved on the back of the necklace, but heâd already gone ahead and selected two of your favorite pictures. One was just your favorite photo of him and the second was one of you two together from the first date youâd gone on together. Itâd taken you so long to convince him to take that picture with you and as a result was now one of your favorites.
âThank you, my love.â You looked up and kissed his cheek,âI love it very much.â
âJust thought you should have something, just in caseâŚâ
You gave him a look,âWe donât think like that, love, but I appreciate the sentiment you were going for and Iâll cherish it, thank you.â
âYouâre welcome, baby.â He gave you a small smile,âAlright, you can open the rest, this was the only major one, donât worry.â
You smiled and shared another kiss before proceeding to go through the rest of the gifts heâd gotten you. You worked in the hospital and heâd gotten a few things that would be useful; a few cute pens, a new pair of comfy shoes youâd been wanting to try out since your feet were always killing you, and a brand new water bottle (your last one got crushed after you accidentally ran it over with your car) and with it heâd also gotten tons of adorable stickers to decorate it.
You smiled big when you pulled a Hello Kitty plush out of the next bag and he rolled his eyes like he hadnât been the one to purchase it.
âDonât think Iâm feeding your addiction to that weird ass cat.â He scoffed,âJust thought this one was actually kind of cool.â
Cool was an understatement.
Hello Kitty was known for lots of collabs with many of your favorite shows and characters, but this one? This plush was dressed in your boyfriendâs hero costume and the tag on it had his hero agencyâs name on it so it was definitely official and not just some knock off.
âDidnât even know they made these.â He explained,âDonât remember approving that shit.â
You blushed,âI mightâve seen the papers on your desk one day and signed for youâŚâ
âWhat?!â He stood up, shocked.
You shrugged,âI didnât know they were actually going to go through with it, Sanrio teases lots of collabs so when I never saw it in stores I just guessed they went a different route.â
âWhen were you even in my office?â He asked, curious instead of upset.
âAbout a month ago, baby, remember? You were asked to patrol last minute because Eijiroâs wife went into labor and we had planned to have lunch together so I ended up dropping off food just in case you got a chance to stop and eat. I think your assistant, whatâs his name, dropped off the papers and since I saw the logo on it⌠and well, I couldnât help peeking.â You told him the story, feeling slightly guilty.
He rolled his eyes,âYouâre lucky I donât give a shit about that kinda stuff, otherwise Iâdââ
You gasped suddenly,âOh. My. God! Baby, what if they ask you to do a photo shoot with Hello Kitty, herself?! Wouldnât that be amazing?â
Your boyfriend couldnât help chuckle at your excitement,âI suppose it would be, a little bit, and I promise if that happens youâll be on set with me that day, donât worry.â
âThank you, sweetie.â You gave him a big kiss and he handed you one final bag.
âLast one.â He said.
You rose an eyebrow at him as you peeked inside,âA dress? Do we have an occasion?â
âOnly the best day of the year.â Katsuki took your hand and pulled you up to give you a hug,âI wanted to celebrate with you today because Iâm a selfish bastard and I like having you to myself.â You felt him check his watch,âItâs officially midnight and officially your birthday.â
He pulled away slightly, holding your waist with one arm and placing his other hand on your cheek, making you immediately lean into the warmth of his touch. The kiss he gave you was gentle and full of so much love, you already knew this was your favorite of all birthdays just for the fact that you were spending it with him.
You opened your eyes and his gaze gave you butterflies, you felt like you did on your first date.
âHappy birthday, my love.â
âThank you, Katsuki.â Your cheeks were starting to hurt from smiling so much.
âAnd I lied.â He said,âI do have one more thing for you, but it wonât be until later. Weâll sleep soon, and Iâll have a few more things to take care of before it, but Iâd like you to take my cardââ
âBaby, noâŚâ You began to deny, heâd already gotten you enough.
âYes.â He insisted,âYou have a dress, all you need to do is find some accessories. Get some shoes, buy a new purse, hell buy yourself the whole store, baby, go fucking crazy. Iâm asking nicely, and Iâll make sure you get something, trust me. And I want you ready by three, got it?â
You knew arguing with your boyfriend was pointless, that was one bad thing about the both of you, you were equally stubborn and fighting only ended when you got tired of it.
âFine.â You relented.
True to his word, you went to bed soon after the gifts. Your boyfriend brought an overnight bag and you were happy to have him hold you in bed. When you woke up, however, his side of the bed was empty and in its place lay a birthday card.
You picked it up, smiling at the design heâd gone with and pictured him standing in front of the display for a long time before deciding. You opened it and out fell your boyfriendâs credit card, you rolled your eyes and set it aside to read the contents of the note.
Happy birthday, my pretty girl. I know youâre new to celebrating, but I plan to change that soon. You deserve the world and more, Iâll do my best to make sure you get it.
P.S. Please enjoy this breakfast (see nightstand) and be dressed by 9. Mina will be stopping by to ensure you shop for all your needs.
P.P.S. I love you.
You quickly turned and found the aforementioned breakfast, a cup of hot coffee, and a beautiful bouquet of tulips decorated your nightstand. You smiled and snapped a photo, sending it to your boyfriend along with a thank you.
He mustâve just left to take care of whatever he was planning.
You tried not to think about it or your nerves and overthinking would definitely kick in. You ate your food and sipped your coffee in bed while checking and responding to any birthday messages, picking up immediately when you saw your parents calling. You almost teared up when they started singing happy birthday and laughed along with them, asking if youâll see them later in the week for your annual dinner. They agreed and you finished the call with âI love youâsâ.
By the time nine rolled around, you were ready and right on time was Minaâs knocking on your door. You opened it and got greeted with a hug.
âI heard free shopping trip and here I am!â She cheered,âReady to do some damage?â
âNot quite.â You blushed,âWhat do you know about his plans?â
She shrugged,âSworn to secrecy, dude, sorry.â
You scoffed and laughed as you said,âWhatever happened to chicks before dicks?â
Youâd met Mina as a result of dating Katsuki and ever since then youâd hit it off with her as much as you had your boyfriend, you never really had too many close girlfriends and she was a very welcome surprise into your life.
âDoing this for my chick.â She elbowed you teasingly,âSo grab ya bag, girl, we have places to be and money to spend!â
You listened, grabbing your purse and reluctantly taking your boyfriendâs card as per his request.
It didnât take long for Mina to decide which stores you should head into. It did, however, take more than a few for you to actually want to buy anything. It wasnât that you didnât see things you liked, but it was hard for you to accept your boyfriend was paying for you.
Youâd been brought up to be independent and though you knew the importance of being taken care of, it was hard not being the giver for once.
A pair of shoes eventually caught your eye and Mina caught on quick, calling over an associate with a mischievous smile,âMy friend would love to see these in a size seven, please.â
âRight away, miss.â
The woman left to find them and you sighed,âI donât know, Mina.â
âGirl, please, your man literally is begging you to spend some of his money and youâre hesitating? These shoes are to die for and he explicitly stated you should get some to match your dress. We already got a few cute pieces of jewelry, I think these would match perfectly to those.â
In the end, Mina convinced you. Or the saleswoman did, when she revealed the shoes you were trying on would actually go on sale next week and that sheâd be happy to adjust the price for your special occasion.
For once, youâd been happy to reveal it was your birthday and you walked away even happier with your bargain made.
âThat was so nice of her.â You beamed as you followed Mina around a purse store she liked.
You definitely didnât need one of those, but your eyes wandered aimlessly to pass the time.
âMhm.â She agreed before holding up a bag,âAnd how hot is this bag?! Câmon, Bakugo would want you to have this.â
You regretted turning around as you actually really liked the one sheâd been trying to show you,âNope, got a bag, but thanks.â
âAnd you have shoes and jewelry, babe, the whole point of this trip was to treat yourself.â Your friend countered. She was right and you hated it.
You sighed,âI know, but I bought stuff alreadyâŚâ
âA few inexpensive sterling silver rings off that ladyâs booth outside and a pair of shoes marked way down from the original price, this would be an actual treat.â
âYes, but⌠I mean he already got me this nice necklace and the dress and all the other little things, plus heâs planning who knows what, I donât think I need a new purse, mine may not be designer but itâs held up and itâll be fine for a while longer.â You explained.
âHe has the means to,â Mina walked up to you and pulled your current bag off your shoulder to replace with the one she was trying to convince you on,âPlus no one ever needs a new purse, itâs a want and itâs okay to have those, you know.â
You remembered the birthday card. You deserve the world and moreâŚ
Looking at yourself in the mirror, you sighed. Mina walked up behind you and wrapped her arms around you, smiling and raising her eyebrows,âSoâŚ? Whatcha gonna do?â
She drove a hard bargain.
âYou need to consider you might be in the wrong field.â You pushed her playfully as she looped her arm through yours and led the way to the cash register. Your heart might have actually broken while swiping your boyfriendâs card across and your fingers were definitely shaking as you typed in the pin for it.
You knew your boyfriend received alerts for any purchases, especially big ones, and you were just about ready to turn back around when you heard your phone ping, assuming the worst. He had to be pissed at that one.
k (༠ŕĽ*`Ď´)ŕĽ: Glad to see Minaâs doing her job, donât you dare feel guilty. You deserve this and more. đ§Ą
You looked up to find Mina glancing at you and smiling,âTold ya.â
The last purchase you made was with your own money as youâd run out of your favorite blush and needed to replace it. You enjoyed lunch with your friend and she drove you back home where she proceeded to stake claim on your bedroom floor to get herself ready with you.
âYouâre really not gonna tell me?â You asked your friend as you applied a light layer of foundation.
âIâm sure you could guessâŚâ Mina shrugged as she curled her eyelashes,âBut I really canât say, all he told me was to take you shopping and keep you busy until three. Heâs having a car pick us up.â
âYou donât even know?!â You turned around, shock written all over your face.
Mina snorted,âNo, Iâm trolling you, I totally know.â
âUgh.â
You got ready in silence, save for some music Mina decided to play from a small portable speaker she brought with her.
Once the clock hit three, you were officially an anxious wreck. Your phone pinged.
k (༠ŕĽ*`Ď´)ŕĽ: Your carriage awaits.
You made sure Mina was ready and that you werenât forgetting anything before heading out, finding your âcarriageâ was your boyfriendâs car and he stood by the passenger door, holding the door open for you with a lazy smile. He was wearing nice clothes too and your eyes stuck to him like glue,âWow.â
âWow yourself.â He gave you a quick kiss, careful not to smudge your lipstick.
Mina fake gagged,âYou two are disgusting.â
âShut up and get in.â Katsuki told her before turning back to you, eyes soft,âYou ready?â
You released a deep breath,âI guess so⌠I mean what am I even ready for?â
He smiled,âDonât stress, just go with it. Youâre about to find out anyway.â
It was hard not to, and you were sure your palms were sweating more than his as Katsuki always held your hand while driving.
You were quick to recognize the drive back to his house and relaxed a little bit, deciding he was right. Enough was enough, why not just go with it? You had amazing friends and an even better boyfriend, you deserved to get treated nicely. And he would never plan anything you werenât ready for or wouldnât like, as proven by the night before and the morning of shopping.
You didnât see any cars or anything parked outside his house and you narrowed your eyes at him,âWhatâs going on? Seriously.â
He said nothing as he got out and opened your door for you, extending a hand out and helping you out of the car in your fancy new clothes and accessories. âClose your eyes.â
âFor?â
âPlease.â
Mina nudged you from behind and you obliged quickly.
He held your hand and led you with one hand on your lower back as you dutifully kept your eyes closed, you heard the jingling of keys and figured Mina must be unlocking the door for you.
âWatch your step.â Katsuki warned you and you felt him help you regardless as you stepped into his house.
Not one second of warning was given before it happened.
âSurprise!â
You opened your eyes immediately, hands going up to your mouth as you found your entire group of friends in your boyfriendâs living room, wearing party hats and blowing noisemakers. Streamers and balloons littered the room and a cake with your name on it sat on a designated dessert table. You almost cried when you spotted your parents and two brothers in one section.
âHappy birthday, baby.â Katsuki whispered in your ear before you were tackled by your family first, then your friends, and even some of your work family had shown up to wish you another happy year.
You felt a little overwhelmed at first, but slowly you relaxed. It hit you how happy you were, how much joy had been brought on by everything your boyfriend had done. You hadnât experienced this type of celebration in a long time and it was nice to be seen by those who you held dear. Your boyfriend hardly left your side as you spoke and got around to saying hi to everyone. âDonât let him go.â Your mother even whispered into your hair as she hugged you tight and gave you kisses,âGood ones are hard to come by.â
âHeâs the best.â You agreed with a huge smile.
You eventually split up as you spoke with a few of your friends and even some of his, happy to catch up with Kirishimaâs wife.
You held her son and spouted baby nonsense to him as she spoke your ear off about how her husband and Katsuki had been thick as thieves planning the day months in advance, and how sheâd even been roped into calling people and checking on their availability. You thanked her for being part of it and looked up to where the two men now stood away, somehow still looking mischievous. You didnât doubt they might even already be planning the next thing.
The night went by in the blink of an eye.
You saw friends you hadnât seen in a while, learned the hard truth of standing awkwardly in front of a cake while everyone sang happy birthday to you, ate amazing food and cake, had a couple drinks, and lastly opened a few more gifts from those who had brought one. (You may or may not have received a few more Dynamite x Hello Kitty collab items).
Katsuki held you from behind as you watched your and his friends mingle together,âDid I do a good job?â
âI donât know how Iâll top it for yours.â You said back, turning around in his arms, placing yours around his neck,âYou did amazingly, I never thought I would have this one day.â
âFor the rest of your life, I promise you will.â
You didnât know why, but it felt much heavier when he said that. Like he wasnât just promising you a lifetime of birthday parties, but like he was promising something else. You thought back to the way he smirked at you across the room when you saw him talking to Kirishima and your heart skipped again. There was no way. Youâd only been together for a little over a yearâŚ
And yetâŚ
Nah.
You pushed those thoughts away and allowed yourself to be happy in the now.
In his arms.
You kissed him,âI love you.â
You really couldnât have asked for a better day, surrounded by the people who loved youâ or for a better boyfriend, who made you feel seen in both little and big ways. Who went out of his way to ensure you were always happy and loved. You might just have a new favorite day of the year and it was all thanks to him.
âHappy birthday, gorgeous.â
Yup, you officially loved birthdays.
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Off*Iz - Camera shy [Ft. Ex-Iz*one]
Tags: Smut, Secretary!Nako, Boss!MReader Sex in Secret, Handjob, Thigh worshiping, Anal
Author's Note: thanks for @iznsfw for beta reading and of course making the Off*iz, I'm honoured to be the first fic of the collab, another thanks goes to @octoberautumnbox for beta reading as well.
hope yall enjoy a quickie for the girl that made my debut smut
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"God, I hate picture day."
It wasn't hard to hear Nako's attitude through her words, looking toward the camera while the photographer instructed her to smile. Even though she smiled a modest yet cheerful smile, you could see it in her eyes that she couldn't wait for this to be over.
A loud snap comes from the camera.
"Oh come Nako, it's not that bad, isn't this better than sitting around on our computer, writing some random numbers?" you said while Nako was getting out of the frame and heading toward you. As you handed her the purse, thanking you quietly as she takes it
"Yeah, until I have to see Ms. Diva here posing to the camera" .
You looked behind her and saw Jang Wonyoung. Her face is made for the camera lights, no wonder she got that modeling gig last year for some prestigious makeup company. It took only 10 seconds for her manager to cough loudly, signaling Wonyoung to remember where she was and remain professional.
"Oh come on. Sheâs young, let her live like she doesn't have to pay rent this month." It didn't seem to raise your secretary's mood as she simply rolled her eyes and took her phone out of the purse., "And honestly, don't underplay yourself. You are not so bad looking compared to her," you awkwardly said, trying to remain as professional as possible with this sentence.
Her gaze leaves her phone, "Not so bad looking?"
"Do you want me to sound like a weirdo calling you pretty?" you rhetorically asked as the both of you giggled lightly at your joke. Itâs the first smile you saw from her ever since this morning.
"Joking aside Nako: you are pretty, even very pretty if I do say so myself," you added. Taking a second look at Wonyoung, you notice her manager looking disappointed in her behaviour.
"Sometimes beauty is best when only one person can admire it."
Nako couldnât help but lightly blush at your sweet words. For a moment, the atmosphere was pure. Both of you couldnât help but smile at each other, however...
"You know, I have a lot of data that I need to show you from this morning."
You couldnât help but raise your eyes a bit from Nako's words as her mouth formed a devilish grin. Instead of her right hand returning her phone to the purse, it rested itself on her waist, her eyes locked themselves on yours.
"From that early? Why didn't you tell me before?" you asked, matching her grin.
As the boss of the Data analytics department in Off*iz inc, it was important that your secretary would share with you the dayâs early morning data. You both knew that with how close you two were standing in front of each other (while still keeping a professional distance from each other), the way you smiled at each otherâyou two look at very different data from the other employees
"I didn't have time, morning was so hectic, and now the photoshoot was happening so this is the soonest chance I got," she explained.
"Besides, maybe showing you today's data can help me... de-stress after the photoshoot~"
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Professionalism was something essential for the work environment. It can help everyone stay focused on the main goal, devise a strategy together and help anyone be happy in the workplace. However in some cases, some very niche cases, professionalism takes the back seat.
Case in point? You right now, making out with your own secretary in the printing room, the only room . It was hard to not say âfuck professionalismâ when your hands glided across Nako's soft flesh, from her round cheeks to her toned back, all the way to her plump butt which you had the opportunity to squeeze. It caused her to moan quietly from your kiss, all the way to her milky thighs.
You felt Nako's weight pressing on you as she straddled your lap, her lips still not leaving yours. However her hands did find themselves on your slacks, unbuttoning them as fast she could.
During her attempt to take off your slacks you have free access to her neck, leaving small, invisible marks.
"You put on that cologne I suggested to you the other day," she said. sniffing around your neck. "I'm already wet just smelling it," she purred.
Your hands were not idle as they ripped off Nako's shirt, letting you see her small, petite chest covered in a black lacy bra.
A couple of forgotten pieces of clothing later, the both of you were naked, Nako was irresistably drawn to your already hard cock. Her body and soul started to fill with joy, and from what it seemed she wasnt the only one
âLet me help.â a flirty wink as Her small hand attempted to cup around your base, rubbing it up and down. You couldnât help but moan at her soft touch.
"Fuck yes Nako, just like that, it feels...ngh so good."
Nako's smile got bigger seeing small drops of your fluids leaking out of your cock. Her pace sped up with each passing second, forcing your hands to clench her shoulders, holding on to dear life. Eventually your orgasm came, spilling out strings of cum all over her thighs.
"On my thighs again?" she asked.
"It's not my fault that your thighs are so damn thick, I didn't lie when i said you are very pretty." You lean forward, letting your hand attach themselves to her thighs like magnets. While giving them a loving squeeze, your lips go to the back of her neck, causing her to quietly gasp. "Especially,â you add, âdown there."
"Oh really?" she asks, turning herself back to you as once again she gets into your lap, spreading her thighs as wide as she can. "Tell me how."
"How can I even begin," you ask as you lower your head, giving her outer right thigh a kiss. "As I said before, they are very thick, they might as well be a choking hazard," you tease.
"Oh wow, I'm flattered," she replies, and you can hear the happiness in her voice., She gently pushes your head down, forcing you to kiss her right thigh again, this time closer to her sacred area. "What else? And not so loud, I don't want to get caught."
"Well they are also... soft, and creamy, I bet a lap pillow from them will send me to heaven," you add, but not before moving yourself to her left thigh, now licking it instead of just giving pecks.
"Okay, Iâll make note of that when we go on dates that don't include us hiding in the printing room and fucking each other." The sarcasm in her voice rings clear as you know you can't meet outside; one wrong step can cause a huge dating scandal and get you both fired immediately.
"Oh come on, I know you like it, the thrill of possibly getting caught by our own coworkers. You want this as much as I do." You decide to tease her by kissing her pussy, earning you a melody of stifled moans. If she wasn't such an excellent secretary you would've sent her to an idol company.
"What can I say, I'm a bit camera shy," she replies, now letting your head rise from her thighs. Nako brings you to face her hardened nipples. "Anything else?"
"Well I bet they can be great handles for when I fuck you in the ass." You push your limits, and as expected Nako seems to be taken aback by your words., However, she gains her composure, and flashes you a smile.
"Hmm... interesting claim, you want to test it?" You are taken by surprise as Nako turns herself 180 degrees in your lap, her back completely exposed and her ass in full volume. "Well? what are you waiting fo- OH FUCK!"
Poor Nako did not have time to finish her sentence as your primal urges took over, gripping each of her thighs and pushing your cock inside her ass, deep enough to make Nako almost shout her moans.
"Quiet down, you don't want people to hear you right?" More pumps from your cock go deep into her asshole, and moans come out of her mouth in various pitches and lengths. Your hands remain on her thighs as you tease her "Well I guess I was right about that one".
"Shut up and fill my ass already! I need it so bad inside meâŚ" Such profanities coming from a girl that looked pure and precious when you first met her. Just starting out in Off*iz inc you were already fond of her, and from how you ended up now, it seems sheâs fond of you too.
"Fuck Nako, I am so close, your ass is so god damn tight," you say between pumps.Nako brings herself closer to you, taking your dick inside her ass even deeper than before, while the both of you became a moaning mess.
"Please just cum inside my ass, make me feel even better than I already am," she says,her tone is beggijg , even without seeing her face directly you can feel how lewd her expression when suddenly...
*Snap*
"What the- FUCKKKKKK!" Amidst her confusion, you finally released all of your load inside of her ass., She collapsed onto your chest, both of you sighing in relief and staying like that for a minute or two, just kissing each other calmly and sweetly. As you look at your phone and can't help yourself but chuckle.
"What's so funny?" she asks. Instead of saying anything, you flip around your phone to show what you are looking at: a picture of Nako with the lewdest of faces while you were fucking her ass.
"Well I guess when I fuck you in the ass you aren't so camera shy are you?" She delivers a small hit to your chest, her cheeks now red from embarrassment
"Whatever, let's get out of here," she says as she pulls herself off your lap. It takes just a few minutes before youâre both fully clothed and free of any leftover marks on you. Without any suspicion, you manage to leave the printing room quietly.
"Gotta say, for a first time getting fucked in the ass, it didnt end up too bad," Nako says as you both walk toward your office. âI might ask you to look over some âDataâ more often"
You finally reach your office and pull open the door.
"Well Nako, we should now focus-"
"On your work? Thought so as well." An unexpected voice comes out from your office and both you and your secretary draw your attention to its source. your own chair is occupied by a blonde girl, one that both of you know very well.
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I finished writing it in a day (22/3/24), lost all of the text once and managed to recover it by memory alone, but yeah I had a lot of fun writing this fic, hope that the Off*iz Series will succeed as much as I want it to succeed
Have a rest of a good day leafies
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Seventeen Fic Rec's Part 3
(CONTAINS SMUT AND MATURE SUBJECT MATTER)
(Bold title means favorite)
(UPDATED: September 22nd, 2024)
OT13
seventeen as teachers @fairyhaos
seventeen as dads headcanons @bbyobbyo
Back to School with Seventeen (Seventeen TA Collab! Take a look at our Course Options collated by your favourite writers, taught by your favourite members!) @camandemstudios
Seventeen's reaction to you asking them for a baby @j0shuasw1fey
Tales from Camp Masterlist (Thirteen friends reconnect on a camping trip, reminiscing about their times as camp counselors when they were in college.) @kwanisms
⤠Losing It. (masterpost) ⤠(A series of having virginities given to you. Sometimes they throw said virginity at you with full force, other times, they lovingly hold your hand, bat their lashes, and say some of the dumbest shit youâve ever heard a man say in regards to getting laid for the first time. ) @ncteez
Kim Mingyu
kmg x reader: healing comes in small doses masterlist (husband! dad! kim mingyu x afab! mom!reader) @tomodachiii
Food Wars pt. 1 (You and Mingyu are rival but friendly chefs competing for a spot to be an executive chef at a new location in Madrid. This position would change your life; no matter how attractive he is, you WILL get that spot) @beomcoups
Crossing the Finish Line (Winning is the only thing that matters, except if you're raising money for a charity event with an infuriatingly good-looking swimmer.) @mr-cha-n
Statistically Speaking... (TA! mingyu, fluff, smut [minors DNI], angst, statistics, ur honour they're stupid for one another, descriptions of stress exhaustion and burnout, academic burden, disagreements, mingyu is smart as hell, shitting on bad professors, smut but its a surprise) @gyuswhore
Always // oneshot (Sometimes, one man's burden is everything another man has ever wished for.) @spamgyu
When I Kissed the Teacher (science teacher mingyu, grammar teacher reader, meddling students, crushes, flirting, lots of candy and coffee) @highvern
Read All About It (Anonymous Life and Sex writer, Not Carrie Bradshaw, takes on a 30-day challenge with her boyfriend, Min. How wild fans would go to find out they're none other than Kim Mingyu and his girlfriend?) @highvern
Hot Wheels [M] (Co-Workers to Lovers, Fluff, Humor, Smut 18+) @milfgyu
đłđđž đśđşđ đđż đłđđž đ§đđđđž đ§đđđťđşđđ˝ (fake marriage au!, fluff, angst, smut (18+ mdni) @wonustars
There's a snake in my pants (Crack/humour. Some fluff. Established relationship. Himbo Mingyu! [I love himbo Gyu]) @whipped-for-kpop-fics
Cross My Heart (Your crush Mingyu wants (to eat) you.) @minisugakoobies
Like A Cowboy Part 2 of 4 (Mingyu only needs to wake up with you once to decide he'll do whatever is necessary to do it every day; even if it means letting you help him outside and figuring out how to help you inside, it's worth it.) @sluttywoozi
Let our lips lock, baby (Friends to lovers smut. Fluff. They are in LOVE okay. Birthday boy Gyu <3) @whipped-for-kpop-fics
I can do it for you (After years dealing with everything alone, you stumble upon an old wishbook from your past. And you jokingly writes down your ideal boyfriend, Mingyu. To your surprise, Mingyu magically appears in your couch.) @hoshifighting
here and now. (secret!agent!mingyu x secret!agent!reader, established relationship) @writingmeraki
Jeon Wonwoo
into the night | jeon wonwoo (when you call wonwoo late at night telling him you're stranded, he drops everything to make his way to you (and bring you home safe)) @etherealyoungk
CLOSER (f2l!wonwoo, softdom!wonwo) @hannieehaee
HER | part six (m). (wonwoo, a heartbroken and burnt out writer nearing the end of his math degree, wants nothing to do with the seemingly perfect, intimidating girl who has everyone under her thumb. you. unfortunately, his literary talent has got him shoved him between a rock and a hard place when you want to write a book and require his expertise. you two are the furthest from compatible. wonwoo canât see this going well. at all.) @chocosvt (HOLY SHIT, THIS SERIES HAD ME CRYING. SNAPS TO THIS AMAZING WRITER!)
đđŤđđŹđŹ đđ¨ đ˘đŚđŠđŤđđŹđŹ (though it didnât bother wonwoo that his girl wasnât a gamer like him, he was over the moon when one day she proudly declared she started gaming. one thing he forgot to ask - what kind of games she was playing.) @babyleostuff
knight in shining armor (non-idol! wonwoo x f!reader) @heartsfromia
endpoint (Senior year of college is meant to be full of celebration and smooth sailing. Years of work culminating in the final semesters that will send you off into the real world where clubs, sports, and weekends packed with hungover volunteering to pad your resume no longer mattered. Itâd be a piece of cake if it wasnât for your fuck buddy turned coworker having the same plan. But only one of you can get the departmentâs most coveted recommendation that all but guarantees your acceptance. Tension rises and the nearly four year thing youâve had with Wonwoo approaches its endpoint.) @highvern
heads up! stardew. they r gaming. @nonranghaes
Cookies and Cream (academic rivals to lovers, smut, heart wrenching and tooth rotting fluff (wonwoo is down bad bad)) @seokgyuu
April Shower (Wonwoo meets a lot of people through his career as a travel photographer. Not one of them has ever made him want to stay in one place, until he met you.) @sluttywoozi
HEAVEN (wonwoo has a reputation for being distant, quiet and a bit mysterious. once you get to know him better, though, you come to find the sweet, shy boy underneath the surface.) @sanakiras
Patterns (Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. Three times is a pattern. So what does it mean when you find yourself in Wonwoo's bed over and over again?) @highvern
Daylight (between the endless flirty banter or secret looks of longing, the line between you and your boss had always been slightly blurred. But when a night out with friends has you and your boss meeting for the first time outside of the workplace, that line starts to become nonexistent as mutual feelings are brought to light.) @moonscriptsx
âŚÂ sugar & spice (bodyguard!wonwoo x celebrity!reader) @etherealyoungk
Hong Jisoo
New in the Suburbs â New Neighboor! Joshua @hoshifighting
distracted (husband&dad!joshua, wife&mom!reader, established relationship) @eomayas
SUMMER KISSES (joshua coming home is a pleasant surprise) @arafilez
richhusband!joshua headcannons (just some headcons, but i'm obsessed with them) @number1mingyustan
still the one (5 years after your break up, Joshua tries his best to get your attention. May it be creating a new instagram to get you to notice him, making your brother (Seungkwan) secretly invite him to his birthday party, and his latest act: begging you on his knees in front of your door to get him back. He just never gives up!) @bratzkoo
city lights series | joshua hong (M) [ongoing] (rock singer joshua, neighbours with benefits) @hannieween
best friendâs brother (This had me crying ugly tears. its my fav) (imestep, romance, angsty angst, major feels abt having a crush, lots of flirting, smut, drama, happy tears.) @chocosvt
not according to plan | hjs (fake dating, strangers to friends to ?? | fluff, slight angst, smut) @the-boy-meets-evil
Expiration Date (2/2) (artist!joshua x model!fem!reader) @number1mingyustan
Birds of a Feather (Â joshua hong x f reader) @onlymingyus
Timestamp! Aquamarine Au! @mysafehaneul
on second thought (where your roommate, wonwoo, has an interesting solution to all your bad dates. nothing can go wrong with two friends crossing a line, can it?) @the-boy-meets-evil
Yoon Jeonghan
BITE (idol!jeonghan x hybeidol!reader, f2l, meet-cute, very unrealistic schedules for idols lol, jeonghan is a menace, a lot of will they wont they, reader plays hard to get, afab reader, small age gap implied, one mention of the word oppa as a honorific (sorry</3), reader is mentioned to be international (no specific race, just not born in korea), smut, dry humping, penetrative sex, etc.) @hannieehaee
building blocks | yjh (agreeing to be the teaching assistant is the last thing you want in a semester where you're already swamped with work. but, you need a letter of recommendation from the professor and you're out of other options. enter jeonghan, the menace who signs up for the class seemingly on a whim and disrupts your entire routine.) @the-boy-meets-evil (OBSESSED WITH THESE TA SERIES)
"lovie" (all the ways jeonghan uses your nickname) @cherryredcheol
Titty-Shirt! (18+) (pervert!rollercoaster operator!jeonghan x bigtiddie!fem!reader) @beefboyandbabygirl
love cafĂŠ (while youâve spent the last few months pretending the love cafĂŠ doesnât exist, you realize you need its services now more than ever. this brings you face to face with jeonghan, the son of a luxury fashion designer whoâs got money to burn. your exchanges are strictly business. until theyâre not) @chocosvt
five ways to say "i love you" - jeonghan (how jeonghan shows his love to you, through all five love languages) @p0ckykiss
Xu Minghao
Meet Me In Amsterdam (Artist!Minghao x Artist!Fem!Reader) @okiedokrie
GOODNIGHT N GO (idol!minghao x hybeidol!reader) @hannieehaee
To all the love letters I wrote but never sent (fluff, best friends to lovers) @welcometomyoasis
Birthday Gift l Xu Minghao (It's your birthday and Minghao wants to give you your present!) @jenoslutie
Lee Seokmin
through a different lens â l.sm (meet cute, strangers to something) @miniseokminnies
after dessert (just pure smut lol, but it was good XD) @xurengu0
behind the stands (Seokmin, Gryffindor's star chaser, is widely known as your rival. What everyone doesn't know is that before every game, his lips are always on yours.) @xurengu0
Beautiful Liar (mafia au, dark romance? angst, smut.) @starlightx
Epistolary Yearning (epistolary form, historical fantasy, romance | smut) @himbocoups
Nice Guys Finish First (After a first date with the sweetest man you've ever met, thanks to a mutual friend, you're more than willing to silence his doubts and show him how sexy he was to you.) @celestiababie
midnight rain | lsm (after seven years away, you finally return home. meeting seokmin again wasn't in your plans, but life wasn't willing to let you have it your way.) @wongyuuu
#joshua hong smut#joshua x y/n#kim mingyu#mingyu#seventeen fic#seventeen imagines#seventeen smut#seventeen x reader#wonwoo#wonwoo smut
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๨ৠđžđđđđ â welcome to evieâs 1st kinktober! thereâll be 11 prompts this year. wind breaker centric . . nine drabbles & two longer fics !! plus two bonus sfw drabbles sprinkled in there. everything already has at least a rough draft. and of course, as a gentle reminder. . . you must be 18+ and have an age on your blog to interact with me.
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OCTOBER 1 â PET PLAY
KIRYU MITSUKI X F!READER ďž 1328 words ďž in which kiryu dresses you up as a cat- so make sure you commit to it and act like one! heâll reward you nicely. he always does.
OCTOBER 3 â CUCKOLDING
HAYATO SUO X F!READER ďž 1031 words ďž FICS4GAZA ďž sakura doesnât think he���s ever held his phone in his non-dominant hand until tonight.
OCTOBER 5 â MASK KINK
ENDO YAMATO X F!READER ďž 1130 words ďž endo thought you were joking about masks being hot, but . . . if you really like them so much, then maybe heâll put on a show just for you.
OCTOBER 7 â SUCCUBUS?!
SAKURA HARUKA X SUCCUBUS!F!READER ďž 1011 words ďž thereâs no better way to lose your virginity than to a succubus, right? do those even exist? he was skeptical before he met you.
OCTOBER 11 â OVERSTIMULATION
KAJI REN X F!READER ďž 1093 words ďž does flavored lube taste good? he hopes it does. itâs the reason why he bought a entire packâ so letâs play a guessing game with it and see.
OCTOBER 15 â NETWORK COLLAB
unannounced! tba . . vote for the fandom you want to see me write for here! thank you. kink is also tba but it is not dc.
OCTOBER 17 â APHRODISIACS
DAN HENG X F!READER ďž 1040 words ďž the two of you wouldnât even be in this situation if you had just listened to him. he had already warned you to stay close to himâ but that seems to be the least of his concerns now.
OCTOBER 19 â âHOUSEKEEPING!â
FIC 1 â HOUSEKEEPING! togame jo x roomie!f!reader ďž 7387 words ďž you donât realize how loud you are, do you? or are the walls just paper thin? his patience seems to also be running thin, but heâs always thought that he tries to be a pretty decent guy most of the time. a decent enough guy that doesnât fantasize about fucking chojiâs childhood friend raw, at least.
OCTOBER 23 â EXHIBITIONISM + TOYS
TAKIISHI CHIKA X F!READER! ďž 1085 words ďž youâre at a dinner date with your friends! looks like youâre one seat short, so thereâs no other choice but to sit on his lap, right? though youâre pretty certain he can feel the vibrations like this.
OCTOBER 27 â MILD YANDERE
YANDERE!UMEMIYA HAJIME X F!READER ďž 1074 words ďž no one would dare hurt umemiyaâs girl. they shouldnât. they wouldnât dare. but after some time.. he thinks he should give them another reminder. it wouldnât hurt.
OCTOBER 31 â âCANâT YOU JUST PRETEND?â
FIC 2 â CANâT YOU JUST PRETEND? hayato suo x camgirl!f!reader ďž 4098 words ďž you always do what the highest tipper says, but looks like thatâs backfired tonight! âbring someone to fuck you raw on your next streamâ oh. but you donât have a boyfriend, do you? so the second best option would be to swallow your pride and go ask one of your friends to act.
BONUS â UNSCHEDULED SFW DRABBLES!
ENDO YAMATO X F!READER ďž movies and cuddling! itâs your first halloween together⌠and oh. you even remember his favorites snacks? his heart flutters at the thought.
GHOST! HAYATO SUO X F!READER ďž you seem to be the only one who doesnât mind the ghost following you. your friends want to get rid of him, but you look happy in his presence⌠so theyâre left to just hold their breaths & deal with it.
#kinktober!#click this tag <- to see what other blogs are doing for october!!! lots of stuff there#wind breaker smut#wind breaker x reader#evieâs kinktober
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Warnings (can you tell it's my first time doing this?) : not proofread, 3rd year!Bakugo x 1st year! you, drinking, cursing, teasing, playfighting, ooc bakugo(?), written with a female reader in mind... let me know if there's anything to add!
Word Count: 5k
Status: Oneshot
Pairings: Bakugo x You, Kirishima x Mina, Slight Kaminari x Jirou
This is based off of a small blurb that I came up with one afternoon on the way to school, linked here.
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You had no idea where it came from.Â
The crush on Bakugo Katsuki was as unexpected as it was inconvenient. People often talked about his aggressive nature, his relentless drive to be the best, and his sometimes cruel, no-nonsense approach to life. And though you heard he had softened out over the years, it still didnât ease your nervousness whenever you were around him.
Oh, and you? You were a first-year, barely a speck in the hierarchy of the school, and certainly not someone who could just confess to a third-year like him and expect anything other than a swift rejection.
But you weren't someone who acted without a plan. The crush had snuck up on you, sure, but you would face it head-on with the kind of careful strategy that Bakugo would at least respect, even if he never knew it. Confessing outright was straight up suicide; the last person who tried that had been shut down so fast they barely managed to finish their sentence before Bakugo stomped away.
No, if you were going to catch his attention, you needed to start slow, and from a distance.
You spent nights creating the perfect plan to get to him, pages upon pages littered your bed, with notes ranging from loopy handwriting to outright unintelligibleness. After a gruesome week, you could finally sleep properly, knowing that your plan was solid.Â
The first step was reputation. Bakugo only respected people who worked hard, people who had something to offer. So you joined clubs. Not just any clubsâonly the most prestigious ones, where the top students gathered. The Debate Club was your first target. It had a reputation for being competitive and grueling, but the members were respected throughout the school for their wit and intelligence. If you could climb your way up the ranks, you'd be in a position where even upperclassmen noticed you.
"You're joining Debate?" one of your classmates asked when you filled out the application form.
You nodded. "Yeah, why not? I like a challenge."
They shot you a skeptical look but didnât say anything. They wouldnât understand. You shook your head and slipped the paper into the application box.
The first meeting was nerve-wracking, to say the least. Upperclassmen were seated on either side at the long table in the middle of the room, debating over some obscure policy. You sat on the sidelines with the other newbies, quietly observing. But you didnât intend to stay on the sidelines for long. When they opened the floor for new members to offer input, your heart raced in your chest.Â
You raised your hand.
They all turned to look at you, the lone first-year standing up in front of the group. You took a deep breath, keeping your voice steady as you dissected the argument they had just been making, pointing out a flaw in one of the assumptions.
The room went quiet for a second. Then one of the seniors nodded slowly, giving you a tight lipped smile at the fact that you corrected her. "Good point."
Just like that, you'd cracked the surface.
From then on, you threw yourself into every activity the club offered. Debates, organizing events, even running research sessionsâit didnât matter. You knew if you worked hard enough, people would start noticing.Â
And they did.Â
Soon, you were being called on to lead discussions, and your confidence grew with every small victory.
Your next step was joining the school's Athletics Committee. You didn't exactly love sports, but this committee organized all the major school events, and being visible in those events meant exposure. Plus, Bakugo was an athlete. Nights of stalking his social media pages proved it. He might not be a part of the committee, but he certainly paid attention to the results of the work they did.
You made sure to volunteer to help the seniors in managing some of the bigger events. That was where the attention was, after all. And with every successful project, your name spread a little more. People started saying, "Oh, that's the first-year who's really killing it in Debate" or "You know, she's the one who organized the trips for the volleyball club last month."
The popularity boost was definitely expected and welcomed. Being popular wasnât really a part of your goal, but it was a side effect of your plan that you couldnât ignore. The more you stood out, the better your chances were.Â
And then there was the moment it all seemed to pay off, if only in a small way.
You were walking through the hall, carrying a stack of papers from a Debate Club meeting when you felt itâa prickle down your spine, the sense that someone was watching you. You glanced up and there he was: Bakugo Katsuki. Leaning against the wall, arms crossed, sharp eyes focused on something, someone.
Your heart hammered in your chest. He was looking at you, maybe not intentionally, but he was in your space, your line of vision. You forced yourself to keep walking, keeping your face neutral. You werenât ready to engage. Not yet at least.
But the fact that he was there, that you were in proximity at all, was a step forward. And this was only the beginning. You had a lot more work to do, a lot more groundwork to lay before you could even think about confessing.
For now, you were content to keep working from the shadows, getting stronger, building up your reputation, until one day, you wouldn't be the quiet first-year anymore.
One day, youâd be someone who Bakugo had no choice but to notice.Â
The ripple effect of your popularity was undeniable. Within a few months, you had transitioned from a shy first-year to one of the most recognized faces yin U.A. High. Your hard work in the Debate Club and the Athletics Committee had paid off, and suddenly, people were eager to include you in their circles.Â
It was overwhelming, sure, but at least you had people at your beck and call. Youâd be lying if you said you werenât enjoying the whole thing.
Your tight-knitted circle of friends were just as outgoing as you were. Some were sporty, others academically gifted while others were just rich and nothing more.Who were you to complain, especially when they always had your back, no matter what?
But what thrilled you the most was the friendships you had formed with a cool upperclassman: Jiro. She was the drummer in the music club, and had taught you everything you knew so far. Eventually, you found out that Bakugo loved playing the drums. Bonus for you, I guess.Â
She introduced you to her circle of friends who were strong, talented girls with sparkling personalities, and you couldnât have asked for a better support system. It took you a while to learn their names: you never saw any of them before, but according to Kiera, they were actually really close to your blond haired darling.
It didnât take long for the four of them to invite you to a sleepover in the 3A dormsâan event that was surely monumental. âItâs going to be so much fun!â Ochako exclaimed, her eyes bright with excitement. âJust us girls! Weâll have snacks, movies, and maybe even some games!â
âYeah, plus we need pics for my Insta. Y/nâs gonna be here and I want the whole of UA to know weâve got a new popular girl to add to our circle.â Momo noted, scrolling on her phone.
âOh, cool.â you shrugged, but inside you were thrilled at the prospect of possibly seeing Bakugo. He had better been down in the common rooms when you arrived there. Unfortunately, that was one more thing you learned that night â Bakugo slept no later than 9PM.Â
âDoes Bakugo ever hang out with you guys?â you asked, trying to sound casual.
âSometimes,â Momo said thoughtfully. âHe usually comes by when he feels like it. Heâs in a different league, but I think he appreciates being around us.â
Bingo.
âAnyways! Care to join the Bakusquad for lunch tomorrow?â Mina suddenly squeals, holding both of your hands in hers.Â
âUh, sure?â you respond quizzically.Â
âNo fair! I was about to ask her to join the Dekusquad for lunch.â Ochako whined, crossing her arms and pouting. This caused Mina to stick her tongue out at her. âToo late, sweets! Y/n, donât you dare forget!â
âI wonât?âÂ
The weeks flew by like a whirlwind of laughter, training, and late-night study sessions with your friends. Your relationship with Bakugo's circle of upperclassmen had deepened, and with every event you attended, you felt more at ease. They welcomed you like one of their own, and honestly, you were glad to have people who had your back. Denki even went as far as calling you âhis little sisterâ, which weirded you out at first but eventually it stuck to you, and you wouldnât have it any other way.
A week after examinations, Denki and Sero announced the party they were hosting. âItâll be fun, punch. Câmon, thereâs gonna be a DJ, drinks and dancing. What more could anyone ask for?â Sero was currently walking behind you, being a little pest as he tried convincing you to go.
âIâll think about itâ whoâs gonna be there?â You asked suddenly, turning around to face him. The close contact was more than you expected it and caused you to stumble back a bit, books tumbling out of your hands, clattering to the floor. But before you could fall, a pair of strong hands caught your waist and helped you up, while another gripped onto your wrist and upper arm.
Opening your eyes, you were met with Seroâs concerned gaze. Wait, if he was holding your hands, who was behind you?Â
âYa alright?âÂ
ItsBakugoohmygosh-
âYeah Iâm okay, but my books arenât.â you chuckle, stooping down to collect them, as the two boys assisted you.Â
âBakugo, tell her how cool my parties are!â Sero begged the crimson eyed male, who eyed him in suspicion. âShe doesnât wanna go!â he practically cried at this point. Bakugo shrugged, looking at you. âHis parties are shit â donât go.â
âWha- Hey!â Sero swatted his arm lightly and you laughed, your voice tugging on Bakugoâs heartstrings.Â
As he handed you back your books, your hands brushed and a zap of electricity flowed through you. âAre you going?â The question slipped out of your mouth before you even had the time to second chance it.
âHe is.â Sero answered before Bakugo could even get a word in. âWhat he said.â he grumbled, turning around. âSee you at the party?â he asked, looking at you over his shoulder.Â
âMhm!âÂ
âWow, so all it takes is one question from Bakugo Katsuki, noted.âÂ
The night of the party arrived quicker than you had anticipated. Mina had spent the entire couple days hyping it up, talking about how it was going to be the âevent of the semester.â You could already feel the buzz of excitement in the air when you arrived at the 3A dorms. Unsurprisingly, you werenât the only freshman there; there were some who you knew and others you didnât.
The music was loud, the lights low, and people were already spilling out onto the balconies, chatting and laughing. You werenât much of a drinkerâsomething your friends were all too aware ofâbut Mina handed you a cup of punch, insisting that it was âmostly juice.â You took a tentative sip, feeling the sweetness on your tongue as you tried to relax into the lively atmosphere.Â
âYouâre gorgeous!â she spun you around. The mini dress you wore sat mid-thigh and was a stunning strapless number, with a small heart-shaped cutout just between the bust, adding a flirty and eye-catching detail without being too revealing. You paired it with silver accessories, including a delicate necklace, matching earrings, and black strappy heels to complete the chic, head-turning look.
âThank you! You look so cute too!â you could never pull off a mini skirt, thigh high boots and tube top like Mina did. She was so chill about it, too.
You and Mina chatted for a while, standing near the snack table as the party buzzed around you. She was going on about how Kirishima had been âso sweet latelyâ and how she thought he might do something cute tonight. You laughed, shaking your head. Mina was always bubbly when it came to her relationship, and honestly, it was adorable.
"You know what?" Mina suddenly interrupted herself, eyes lighting up. "You have to come sit with us. The whole groupâs there already!"
âOh, Mina, I donât knowââ you began, but before you could finish your sentence, she grabbed your hand and dragged you along without hesitation.
âYouâll be fine! You know everyone!â she beamed, practically bouncing with excitement.
You were led across the crowded room, dodging groups of people as you approached a large circular couch where the rest of the squad was hanging out. Kirishima waved enthusiastically the moment he spotted Mina. âThere you are! We were wondering where you ran off to!â
Mina slid in beside him, immediately nestling into his side. âI was hyping Y/N up! Look at her, isnât she gorgeous?â
Kirishima grinned and gave you a thumbs up. âYou do look great, Y/N! That dress is killer.â
You smiled, feeling a little shy under the sudden attention, hands playing with the ring on your finger. âThanks, Kirishima.â
Denki Kaminari, sitting next to Jirou, perked up at the sound of your voice. âHey, Y/N! Come sit with us!â he called out, pointing to the empty spot between Todoroki and Bakugo. You noticed Bakugo glance over at you for a brief moment before turning back to his drink, seemingly uninterestedâbut that didnât stop your heart from skipping a beat.
With no graceful way to decline, you made your way over and slid into the seat next to Todoroki. Midoriya gave you a warm smile. "Hey, Y/N! Itâs nice to see you here."
âHey Izu,â you greeted him back, trying to act casual as you settled into the group.
Jirou raised her cup to you, a smirk playing on her lips. âWelcome to the cool kids' corner,â she teased, earning a nudge from Kaminari.
As the conversation flowed around you, you found yourself slowly relaxing. Mina and Kirishima were being their usual goofy, affectionate selves, while Kaminari kept cracking jokes, trying to get a reaction out of Jirou, who would roll her eyes but smile nonetheless.
Midoriya was deep in conversation with Momo about some new training strategy, and Todoroki chimed in every now and then with his calm, thoughtful remarks.
But then there was Bakugo.
He sat quietly on the other side of you, his eyes occasionally flicking over to meet yours, though they never stayed long. His usual scowl was present, but he didnât seem as agitated as he usually was. Maybe it was the party atmosphere, or maybe it was something else, but his presence felt less intimidating and more⌠charged. You werenât sure if that was a good thing or not.
âBakugo,â Kaminari started, leaning forward with a mischievous grin, âyouâve been awfully quiet tonight. Usually, youâre the loudest one here.â
Bakugo shot him a glare. âShut up, idiot. âM not in the mood for your crap.â
Jirou chuckled, shaking her head. âGive it a rest, Denks.â
Mina nudged Kirishima and whispered something into his ear, causing him to laugh before turning to you. âSo, Y/N, having fun? Donât let these ugly guys scare you off.â
You smiled, trying to keep your cool. âIâm good! You guys are great.â
âSee? Sheâs not scared of you, Bakugo! Loosen up a bit and talk to her, youâre making her feel shy!â Mina teased, her eyes glinting with mischief.
Bakugoâs crimson eyes snapped to Mina, then flicked to you for a brief second before he scoffed, looking away. âLike I care. Plus, ya just made her embarrassed.â
Everyone laughed at his typical response, but your heart raced. Was he flustered?
You werenât sure, but you knew one thing: being here, surrounded by friends, and even sitting near Bakugo felt like another step in your planâa plan that was unfolding better than you couldâve hoped.
You couldnât help but feel your cheeks heat up at Minaâs teasing, especially as all eyes shifted towards you and Bakugo for a moment. His quick response, dismissing Mina with a scoff, made your pulse race even faster. He was trying to act unbothered, but there was something different in his toneâalmost defensive, like he was deflecting more than usual.
âAw, come on, Bakugo,â Kirishima chimed in, grinning from ear to ear. âY/Nâs cool. You donât have to be such a hardass all the time.â
Bakugo rolled his eyes, his scowl deepening. âIâm not being a âhardass,â Iâm just not in the mood for dumbass conversations,â he muttered, taking another swig of his drink.
You tried to suppress a smile, knowing that this was typical Bakugo behavior. But there was something about the way his gaze had lingered on you earlier, even for just a split second, that made you wonder if there was more to it.
Kaminari leaned closer to you. âHey, Y/N, you know Bakugoâs not as scary as he looks, right? Heâs actually kinda soft under all that yelling.â
Bakugo shot him a lethal glare. âYou wanna die, Sparky?â
âSee what I mean?â Kaminari whispered dramatically, making you and Jirou stifle your laughs.
âAlright, alright, letâs give Kacchan a break before he actually murders someone,â Midoriya chimed in, a sheepish smile on his face as he tried to calm things down. âHowâs your night going, Y/N? Are you having fun so far?â
You nodded, appreciating Midoriyaâs attempt to steer the conversation back to neutral ground. âYeah, itâs been fun! This is actually my first big party here, so Iâm still getting used to the whole vibe.â
âDonât worry, youâll get the hang of it,â Todoroki added, his cool, even tone putting you at ease.
You hummed, noticing a couple of your classmates approaching. âHeyyy, love the dress.â Kiera started, passing you a drink. âDrink this and loosen up a little.â
You took it, the scent of alcohol stinging your nose. Taking a sip, you made a face and placed the small glass on the table. âEw.âÂ
The group of girls laughed, some eyeing up the guys around you. Mina glared at one of them. âThis oneâs taken.â she placed a hand on Kirishimaâs thigh and the redhead blushed, tightening his hold around her waist.Â
âCâmon, dance with us!â Hana spoke up, grabbing your wrist and yanking you up, causing you to nearly fall onto Bakugo. âFuck, sorry.â you winced and pulled your hand away from his forearm that you used to stabilize yourself.Â
Bakugo gritted his teeth, feeling an unfamiliar wave of frustration as he watched you being pulled away to the dance floor. His gaze remained locked on you, unable to tear himself away even as he sipped his drink. It wasnât like him to care, much less feel this agitated over something so trivial. But there was something about the way you movedâunintentional, natural, and carefreeâthat gnawed at him.
You had nearly fallen into him, and for a split second, Bakugo had tensed, bracing for the usual awkwardness that came with moments like that. But youâd apologized quickly, not making a big deal of it, and he almost regretted how quickly youâd moved on, how easily youâd been pulled away by your friends.
From his spot at the table, Bakugoâs eyes followed you across the room, watching as you laughed and twirled with the group of girls, your earlier awkwardness melting away. You were smiling, your cheeks flushed from the alcohol, and even though youâd placed the drink down earlier, it was clear you were beginning to loosen up.
He hated that someone else had done that. That someone else had dragged you onto the dance floor, made you laugh like that, gotten you to relax when heâd wanted to be the one to talk to you.
Without thinking, Bakugo downed his shot, the burn of the alcohol doing little to numb the frustration bubbling inside him. He set the glass down with a little more force than necessary, the clink of it on the table pulling the attention of Kirishima beside him.
âYou good, bro?â Kirishima asked, his eyes wide and concerned as he pulled Mina closer to his side. The redhead could sense the shift in Bakugoâs mood, even if Bakugo didnât say anything.
âTch, Iâm fine,â Bakugo muttered, though his tone was sharper than usual. His eyes flickered back to you, watching as you swayed to the music, your movements graceful and relaxed. He clenched his jaw.
It wasnât like him to obsess over something like this. Normally, he wouldâve shrugged off any distractions and focused on something productiveâtraining, strategy, something that kept him grounded. But ever since you had started showing up more in his line of sight, getting closer to his friends, and worming your way into his circle, Bakugo had felt something shift.
He didnât know why it bugged him so much that you were here, in this party, dancing with other people instead of talking to him. Hell, he barely even knew you. Sure, you were a first-year, someone who had made a bit of a name for yourself in the clubs and activities around school, but that was it, right? That was all it was supposed to be.
But the more he thought about it, the more he realized you werenât just some first-year anymore. You had worked your way into his world, his group, and without him even realizing it, youâd managed to make yourself⌠noticeable. And Bakugo didnât notice just anyone.
"You're staring," Kirishima said with a knowing grin, nudging Bakugoâs shoulder. "If youâre interested, maybe you should just go talk to her."
Bakugo glared at him, lips curling into a snarl. "Shut up, shitty hair. Mind your own business."
Kirishima laughed, unbothered by Bakugoâs usual temper. "Just saying, man. Looks like youâve got something on your mind."
Bakugo growled under his breath, but Kirishimaâs words hung in the air. He hated admitting it, even to himself, but maybe he did want to talk to you. Maybe thatâs why he was so angry nowâbecause you were out there having fun, and he wasnât part of it.
You hadnât planned on drinking too much, but the atmosphere was contagious, and you found yourself swept up in the revelry.
With each sip, the world around you became brighter, the music more vibrant. You joined your friends in dancing, letting go of all your inhibitions. But as the night wore on, you felt the effects of the alcohol creeping in, your laughter growing louder and your thoughts muddier.Â
As you swayed and twirled, you couldnât help but feel elated, but the excitement soon turned into a familiar pang of longing as your gaze inadvertently found Bakugo across the room. He was still sitting, talking with the guys and ignoring the girls who came up to him to probably ask for his number.
As the night wore on, you and Mina found yourselves dancing on each other as the other girls cheered you on. Perhaps the alcohol was doing something to you after all. âMina!â you shouted over the music, leaning close to her ear. âI think I like Bakugo!â
Her eyes widened, and a mischievous grin spread across her face. âOh really? Youâve been hiding that little secret, havenât you?â
You giggled. âI have, but I really do like him. I dunno how to approach it though.â
You were grateful for Minaâs enthusiasm, but also slightly terrified of what she might do next. You had confided in her during the party about your feelings for Bakugo, and now, every time you caught her gaze, you felt a mix of dread and excitement. She constantly teases you about him and makes you blush and whine countless times.
One afternoon, Mina bounded over to you with a mischievous grin plastered on her face. âGuess what? Bakugoâs training on the field right now! Letâs go with him!â
Your heart raced at the thought of being around him, but you knew it was better than sitting in the classroom doing nothing. âOkay, but⌠what if heâs busy?â
Mina waved off your concerns as if they were nothing. âHeâll love the company! Trust me, heâs probably bored out of his mind.â
âWhat are you waiting for Y/n? Get dressed in workout clothes, letâs go!â
When you arrived at the training field, the sun beat down, casting a golden hue over everything. Bakugo was in the middle of a high-intensity training session with his friends. You could see the sweat glistening on his brow, and you swallowed hard, trying not to stare.
Mina jogged up to him. âHey, Bakugo! Can we join you for a bit?â
He glanced over, eyebrows raised, but nodded without much thought. âYeah, whatever.â
Mina exchanged a quick glance with you, her grin widening, and you knew you were in for it.
After a couple of laps around the field, Bakugo pushed himself harder, quickening his pace as he powered through the workout. You kept up, fueled by the excitement of running alongside him, even if it was just for a little while.
Suddenly, Mina skidded to a halt and announced, âOh, I think I heard Kirishima calling me! Iâll be right back!â
Your stomach dropped as she dashed off, leaving you alone with Bakugo. You tried to catch your breath, wondering how you would manage a conversation with him without embarrassing yourself.
âKeep up,â Bakugo said, glancing back at you with a trademark smirk that made you grin.
âMhm!â You replied, a little too enthusiastically.
The two of you continued running, and an awkward silence settled between you. You tried to focus on the rhythm of your footsteps, but your thoughts kept drifting back to how you could possibly talk to him without sounding like a total fool.
âSo⌠uh,â you ventured, trying to break the ice. âHowâs training going?â
He shot you a sidelong glance. âSeriously? âS going fine.â
You couldnât help but let out a nervous laugh, but the light teasing didnât deter you. âWell, Iâm still trying to catch up to you. I heard youâre one of the best in class.â
Bakugo shrugged, though the corners of his lips twitched upwards slightly. ââS nothing. Just working hard.â
The way he brushed it off made your heart swell. He was humble beneath that fierce exterior, and it only made you want to know more about him. âI think thatâs really impressive. You inspire a lot of us, you know?â
He blinked, clearly surprised by the compliment, but then he looked away, a slight flush creeping onto his cheeks. He was afraid heâd say something stupid and ruin the moment, so he kept quiet.
You ran in silence for a moment, feeling emboldened by your earlier words. âMina told me you love playing the drums. Is that true?â
His expression shifted slightly, a hint of curiosity replacing his usual irritation. âYeah, what about it?â
âI think thatâs cool. I heard youâre really good. I mean, not everyone can keep up with those fast beats,â you said, trying to keep the conversation going.
Bakugo smirked, a flicker of pride shining through. âIâm better than good. But itâs not like youâd care about that.â
âMaybe you could teach me sometime?â You blurted out before you could stop yourself.
For a brief moment, Bakugoâs eyes widened in surprise, but then he chuckled. âYeah, right. You think you could keep up?â
âChallenge accepted!â you replied, grinning widely.
The tension between you started to ease, and you found yourself smiling despite the adrenaline coursing through your veins.
Before you knew it, Bakugo slowed down, bringing you to a stop. âYouâre not bad for a first-year.â
Your heart raced, both from the run and the compliment. âThanks!â That meant a lot coming from someone like him, your crush.
The moment was filled with unspoken words and feelings. You could feel the gap between you closing, even if only just a little. Minaâs ploy had worked, and it was exhilarating, yet terrifying.Â
His hand brushed against yours, fingers entwining, pulling you closer and his other hand came up to caress your face.
âYer so pretty, ya know that?â He whispers huskily, throat suddenly dry. Time seemed to freeze as you gazed into his carmine eyes, shock coursing through you.
âYou think I donât notice the first-year whoâs trying to get my attention?â
Your cheeks burned at his words. âI didnât realize I was that noticeable,â you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.
Bakugo chuckled, and the sound was like music to your ears. âYeah, well, you are. You think Iâd let someone like you slip by?â
He leaned closer, and you felt the world around you fade away, leaving just the two of you in that moment.Â
âHey, Bakubro I- HOLY SHIT MY BAD MY BAD. IâLL JUST LEAVE YOU GUYS BE-â
Kirishima's loud voice broke the spell, and your heart dropped as you turned to see him standing at the edge of the field, wide-eyed and clearly flustered. Bakugoâs expression shifted instantly from soft and vulnerable to his usual scowl, a hint of annoyance flashing across his face.
âDamn it, Eijiro!â Bakugo snapped, stepping back and releasing your hand to stand infront of you, blocking you from the spiky-haired maleâs gaze. The warmth from his touch lingered on your skin, and you felt the loss acutely. âCanât ya see weâre in the middle of sumn?â
Kirishima raised his hands defensively, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. âSorry! I didnât mean to interrupt! I just thoughtââ
âYeah, well, ya thought wrong!â Bakugo growled, crossing his arms tightly across his chest, the moment between you both evaporating like mist in the morning sun.
You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment as you tried to regain your composure, peeking over Bakugoâs shoulder to meet Kirishimaâs gaze.
Without warning, Bakugo gave a battle cry and charged towards Kirishima, successfully tackling him to the ground.Â
Your eyes widened in surprise, and a burst of laughter escaped your lips as you watched Bakugo tackle Kirishima. âWhat the heck?!â you exclaimed, trying to suppress your giggles.
Kirishimaâs laughter mingled with Bakugoâs playful growls as they rolled on the grass, their bickering filling the air. âGet off me, you angry pomeranian!â Kirishima shouted; his voice full of amusement as he tried to push Bakugo away.
Bakugo gasped lowly. âIâll show ya whoâs the pomeranian, freak! Just stay still!â He pinned Kirishima down, a victorious grin on his face as he held his friend in place.
You found yourself caught in the moment, the tension from earlier melting into a warm, playful atmosphere. It was a side of Bakugo you rarely sawâone that was free and full of laughter. It made your heart swell a little.
âAlright, alright! I give up!â Kirishima gasped, hands raised in surrender. âYou win! Just let me up!â
Bakugo released him, but not without ruffling his hair as he stood back up, a smug smile plastered across his face.Â
Just then, you noticed a few of your friends wave you over from a distance. You sighed, knowing they, too, probably saw everything.
âI should get going Kirishima⌠and Bakugo.â you looked up at him and your heart skipped a beat. It was all so, so worth it.Â
âKatsuki.â He finally said, after a moment of staring into your eyes. You beamed slightly, a sight that warmed his heart. âCall me Y/n then.â He chuckled leaning close to your ear to whisper something. âWouldnât have it any other way, dollface.âÂ
âY/n! Get here!â you heard the faint voice of Kiera and a bunch of whistles and laughter afterwards and blushed. âIâll see you tomorrow, Katsuki.âÂ
Hearing his name from your mouth, he decided that it was his favourite thing.
You joined your friends, not listening to all of their questions and giggles, your mind instead replaying the events that happened just a few moments ago.
And Katsuki? He canât believe that you were actually interested in him. He realises that you have a grip on his heart. And you have him, one of U.A Highâs most popular guys, wrapped around your pretty little fingers.Â
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