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Elite Open School Achieves Outstanding Niche.com Rankings and Earns A+ Overall Grade
Elite Open School (EOS), a pioneer in personalized education, is proud to announce its remarkable rankings and exceptional "A+" Overall Niche Grade in Niche.com's latest assessment of the Best Private K-12 and High Schools in America and California.
Elite Open School National Rankings:
#55 of 3,142 â Best Private K-12 Schools in America (Top 2%)
#116 of 4,990 â Best Private High Schools in America (Top 3%)
Elite Open School has also climbed the ranks significantly in the past year, securing the #8 spot in the list of the 214 Best Private K-12 Schools in California, up from #36 the previous year. This remarkable jump underscores EOS's ongoing commitment to improvement and innovation in the field of education.
Elite Open School California Rankings:
#8 of 214 â Best Private K-12 Schools in California (Top 4%)
#26 of 454 â Best Private High Schools in California (Top 6%)
In addition to being named one of the Best Private K-12 and High Schools in America and California, EOS has garnered outstanding individual Niche Grades across various categories:
Elite Open School Niche Grades:
Overall Niche Grade: A+
Academics: A+
Teachers: A+
Clubs and Activities: A+
Diversity: A
College Prep: A+
These exceptional grades reflect EOS's unwavering commitment to academic excellence, a dedicated faculty, and a comprehensive college preparatory program that equips students for success.
Elite Education Group Founder and CEO Jonghwan Patrick Park expressed pride in Elite Open School's accomplishments, stating, "Earning an 'A+' Overall Niche Grade and excelling in various categories is a testament to our dedication to providing a world-class educational experience. We are honored to have been ranked in the top 2% of Private K-12 Schools in America, and we remain committed to raising the bar for educational excellence."
Elite Open School continues to make waves in the education landscape by delivering personalized learning experiences that empower students to excel academically while pursuing their passions and interests outside the classroom. With more than 95 Advanced Placement, Dual-Credit, and Honors courses in Computer Science & Technology, Esports, Business, Art and many more subject areas, EOS gives students the opportunity to take a range of fully accredited courses far beyond those offered at most high schools. Additionally, Elite Open School has been newly certified by the College Board to offer the AP Capstone Diploma⢠program and AP with WE Service program.
For more information about Elite Open School and its innovative personalized learning programs, please visit eliteopenschool.org.
About Elite Open School:
Elite Open School (EOS) is an accredited private school specializing in blended learning for students in grades 5-12. EOS offers a certified American education with cutting-edge, adaptive curriculum, empowering students to excel academically while pursuing their passions and opportunities beyond the classroom. With a commitment to personalized learning, EOS offers full-time and part-time enrollment, providing a superior educational experience for families worldwide. Elite Open School's Learning Resource Centers include the 45 physical campuses of Elite Prep, where students are able to take advantage of not only the space and mentorship, but also Elite Prep's 35 years of experience in academic planning, college admissions counseling, and test preparation.
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my boss has an open preference for the only guy in the office, who is also the only person that comes from a professional background. today, it was just him and me in the office when she came in and she greeted only him and invited him out to a lunch with the senator who's visiting lol
and like, it does make me feel bad about myself on a visceral level, like any similar social exclusion would. but also, he's the son of an account exec and my dad stole $50k against my name and caused me to spend my teen years in secret mourning. so i'm proud of myself for becoming a lawyer anyway even if i'm not as attractive to some people in the field
#also i got in to both of the elite schools he attended but i couldn't afford it or justify the debt#and his parents paid half a million dollars for his education#also yes their whole exchange happened in front of me we have an open office
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TANGLED DESIRES- p.sh
PAIRING: enemy!sunghoon x f!reader
SYNOPSIS: At a prestigious private school, you and Park Sunghoon are locked in a constant rivalry. During a party at your friend Karinaâs, a heated argument between you two escalates into an unexpected, passionate encounter. The next morning, you wake up in his arms, forcing both of you to confront the new, complicated tension between you. As you navigate the fallout and shifting feelings, you start to question if your biggest enemy might actually be something much more.
GENRE: enemies to lovers, rich kids au
WARNINGS: smut (unprotected sex, oral sex) rivalry, hurt feelings, angst. ALL ARE OF AGE
wc: 15.4k
You attend the most prestigious school in Korea, where the sky-high tuition fees are only accessible to those born into pure wealth. This elite institution is a playground for the richest families, and your name is synonymous with success. Your family, being the owners of one of Koreaâs top corporations, you seem to have everything at your fingertipsâa glamorous life of luxury, an enviable social circle, and endless opportunities.
To the outside world, youâre the quintessential rich girl: impeccably stylish, effortlessly popular, and seemingly flawless. Yet beneath this polished veneer lies a different reality. Despite your privileged upbringing, youâre kind-hearted, fiercely intelligent, and deeply dedicated to everything you do. Your friend group, including Jake, Jay, Heeseung, Sunoo, Niki, Jungwon, Yuna, and Karina, forms a close-knit circle that navigates the pressures of their world together.
But thereâs always been one glaring exception: Park Sunghoon. The feud between the two of you is infamous, an unspoken tension that pulses beneath the surface of your otherwise harmonious friendships. No one really knows how it started, and no one seems to care enough to unravel it. Instead, everyone just tolerates your constant bickering.
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The lunch table is alive with conversation, the usual chatter amplified by the excitement of the latest gossip. Karina sits comfortably beside Heeseung, leaning into him with an easy confidence that only she can pull off. Sheâs in the middle of talking about her parentsâ latest ventureâsomething about opening another resort somewhere exoticâwhen she casually drops the bomb.
âSo, theyâre gone for the whole weekend,â she says, her voice loud enough to catch everyoneâs attention. âAnd you know what that meansâŚâ
Jake perks up immediately, his eyes bright. âParty?â
Karina grins. âObviously. Saturday night, my place. No theme this time, just show up and bring your best energy.â
Yuna claps her hands in excitement. âFinally! Itâs been forever since the last one. I was starting to forget what a real party looks like.â
Jay laughs. âAs if youâd ever forget. You practically live for these things.â
Yuna sticks her tongue out at him, but her smile doesnât waver. âGuilty as charged.â
Heeseung wraps an arm around Karinaâs shoulders, looking amused. âYouâre not worried about your parents finding out?â
She rolls her eyes. âPlease, they wonât even notice. And even if they do, whatâs the worst that could happen? Theyâll just buy me something to make up for being gone.â
âMust be nice,â Niki mutters, leaning back in his chair.
Sunoo nudges him with a grin. âOh, come on, donât act like youâre not excited. You were the first one to ask about the music last time.â
Niki shrugs, but he canât hide his smile. âYeah, well, only if itâs not Sunghoonâs terrible playlist again.â
You glance across the table, catching Sunghoonâs eye. Heâs lounging back in his chair, looking entirely too pleased with himself. âMy playlist was fine, thank you very much,â he retorts. âItâs not my fault you have no taste.â
You snort. âPlease, Sunghoon, your taste in music is as bad as your taste in everything else.â
He looks over at you, eyebrow raised. âAnd whatâs that supposed to mean?â
You shrug, feigning innocence. âNothing, just that your definition of âgoodâ is highly questionable.â
He chuckles, the sound low and irritatingly smug. âComing from you, Iâll take that as a compliment.â
Karina cuts in, sensing the rising tension. âAlright, letâs not turn this into another one of your little spats. Save it for the party, okay?â
Sunghoon smirks, still looking at you. âLooking forward to it already.â
You roll your eyes but canât resist shooting back, âDonât get too excited, I might just ignore you all night.â
âOh, the horror,â he replies, his voice dripping with mock terror. âHow will I ever survive?â
Jay laughs, nudging Jake. âYou know, one day they might actually get along.â
Jake shakes his head, grinning. âNah, whereâs the fun in that?â
Karina steers the conversation back to the party details, running through a list of essentials while Heeseung nods along, offering suggestions. âInvite whoever you want,â she says, âoh except luci, last time I caught her giving mark head in my parents bedroom, I havenât been able to go in there since.â
You laugh and nod in agreement, trying not to notice how Sunghoon is still watching you, his expression unreadable. For a moment, you wonder whatâs going through his head, but then you push the thought away. Whatever it is, itâs probably nothing you need to worry about.
Karina claps her hands, bringing the attention back to her. âSo, everyoneâs in?â
Thereâs a chorus of agreement, and the table erupts into a mix of laughter and excited chatter as plans start to form. You glance over at Sunghoon one more time, catching his eye for a brief second before looking away. This party is already shaping up to be interesting⌠and you have a feeling thatâs an understatement.
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The lunch buzz still lingers in your ears as the group makes its way back across the pristine campus grounds. The sunlight reflects off the sleek, modern architecture of the schoolâs main building, and you canât help but admire the way everything here seems to sparkleâlike even the bricks and mortar are aware of the school's prestige.
You find yourself walking beside Karina, whoâs still chatting excitedly about the party, while Heeseung stays close, throwing in a comment or two. Yuna and Sunoo are a few steps ahead, their heads bent together as they giggle over something on Sunooâs phone. You catch Jake and Jay trailing behind, still debating something about sports cars or the best summer destinations.
Just as youâre about to reach the entrance, you feel a presence beside you. You donât need to turn your head to know who it is; Sunghoon always manages to sidle up to you when you least expect it.
âWhat, are you following me now?â you ask, not breaking your stride.
He chuckles. âOh, please. Donât flatter yourself. It just so happens our lockers are in the same direction.â
âRight,â you drawl, rolling your eyes. âLike you donât go out of your way to annoy me.â
He glances at you, smirk still firmly in place. âMaybe I just like seeing you get all riled up. Itâs entertaining.â
You shoot him a glare, but before you can fire back a retort, the group reaches the main hallway. The chatter from the student body fills the air, a mix of excitement and post-lunch drowsiness. The smell of expensive cologne and designer perfumes lingers in the air, an unmistakable signature of the schoolâs elite.
Karina stops at her locker, Heeseung leaning against it with a casual arm draped over her shoulder. She turns to you, her voice dropping conspiratorially. âSo, youâre coming early on Saturday, right? I need a hand setting things up.â
You nod, grateful for the distraction from Sunghoon. âOf course. Iâll be there.â
âGreat!â She beams. âAnd maybe you can help me make sure everything stays under control. You know how things can get with this crowd.â
Heeseung laughs softly. âGood luck with that. I donât think anyoneâs ever managed to keep Sunoo and Niki under control for more than five minutes.â
As if on cue, Sunoo pops up beside you with a grin. âI heard that, Heeseung! Iâm an angel, thank you very much.â
Niki appears at his side, raising an eyebrow. âAn angel of chaos, maybe.â
The group laughs, and you feel the tension in your shoulders ease. Itâs moments like these that make all the bickering and drama feel worth it.
But then, just as youâre about to make another comment, Sunghoonâs voice cuts through the noise. âSo, Y/N,â he says casually, âwhat are you going to wear to the party? Let me guess⌠something that screams âtrying too hardâ?â
You whip your head around, narrowing your eyes at him. âAnd what are you planning on wearing, Sunghoon? Something that screams âI own everything but a personalityâ?â
Thereâs a collective gasp from your friends, followed by a chorus of laughter. Sunghoon raises his eyebrows, feigning a look of hurt. âOuch, that one actually stung a little. Didnât know you had it in you.â
You cross your arms, feeling a triumphant smile tug at your lips. âIâve got plenty more where that came from. Try me.â
He leans in slightly, lowering his voice just enough that only you can hear. âMaybe I will,â he says, his eyes flicking over you in a way that makes your pulse quicken. âBut youâre going to have to do better than that if you want to get under my skin.â
Youâre about to retort when a voice interrupts. âCan we get through one day without you two turning everything into a competition?â Jay sighs, looking exasperated. âSeriously, itâs exhausting just watching you.â
Jake nods in agreement, though heâs grinning. âYou guys need to find a new hobby. Preferably one that doesnât involve verbal sparring in the middle of the hallway.â
You shrug, unable to resist the urge to keep poking at Sunghoon. âIâm open to suggestions, but I doubt Sunghoon has any better ideas.â
Sunghoon leans back, crossing his arms with a playful smile. âOh, Iâve got plenty of ideas. But I think youâd be too scared to try them.â
Before you can respond, the bell rings, signaling the end of lunch. Karina groans. âUgh, saved by the bell. I guess weâll have to pick this up later.â
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As everyone starts to disperse to their respective classes, Sunghoon gives you one last look, a challenge in his eyes. âDonât worry, Y/N,â he says smoothly. âIâll be looking forward to it.â
You roll your eyes, but your heart is beating just a little faster. You canât help but wonder what exactly heâs planning⌠and why a part of you is actually looking forward to finding out.
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The day of the party arrives with a crisp, clear sky and a hint of excitement that seems to permeate every corner of the city. You wake up early, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervous energy. Karina had texted you the night before, reminding you to come over in the afternoon to help set up for the party. You agreed eagerly, knowing that any opportunity to help would give you something to focus on and take your mind off the strange tension building between you and Sunghoon.
When you arrive at Karinaâs mansion, the house is buzzing with activity. Karinaâs housekeeper greets you at the door with a warm smile, directing you to the large, open-plan living area where Karina is already busy coordinating the decorations with a small army of helpers. The space is being transformed into a glamorous party venue with twinkling lights, elegant table settings, and a dance floor that looks like itâs straight out of a high-end club.
Karina spots you as soon as you walk in, her face lighting up with relief and excitement. âY/N! Perfect timing. Iâm so glad youâre here. We could use an extra pair of hands.â
You smile, rolling up your sleeves. âWhat can I do to help?â
Karina hands you a stack of neatly folded napkins and points towards a table covered with party favors. âStart by setting these up on the tables. I want everything to look perfect tonight.â
You get to work, organizing napkins and arranging snack trays, chatting with Karina about the last-minute details. The hours fly by as you work alongside her, the room gradually coming together into a setting that is unmistakably Karinaâs styleâclassy, sophisticated, and just a bit over the top.
As the afternoon drifts into evening, Karina claps her hands and gathers you for a brief break. âAlright, itâs time for a quick change. Youâve been working so hard, and I want you to look as fabulous as the rest of the evening.â
You raise an eyebrow, half-teasing. âWhatâs wrong with what Iâm wearing?â
Karina waves her hand dismissively. âyou donât want me to answer that. cmon youâre hot, why not show off a little?â
Before you can protest, Karina ushers you into her bedroom and pulls out a sleek, little black dress from her closet. The dress is short and simple with a cut that accentuates your figure without being too revealing.
âPut this on,â Karina insists, handing you the dress. âTrust me, youâll look amazing. And donât worry about the hair and makeup; Iâve got that covered too.â
You change quickly, admiring the way the dress fits and the way it makes you feel more confident and glamorous. When you step out of the room, Karina is waiting with a professional-looking makeup kit and a few hair tools.
As she works on your hair and makeup, she chatters away, filling the room with her usual upbeat energy. âyou look sexyâ
You smile at her reflection in the mirror. âThanks, Karina. You donât think itâs a bit much? Itâs definitely more out there than I usually go forâ.
Karina beams, finishing up with a final touch of lipstick. âbabe thereâs no such thing as too much. And who knows, maybe youâll catch someone eye tonight,â she tells you with a wink.
With a laugh and a final look at yourself in the mirror, you feel a surge of excitement. The dress feels perfect, and the makeup and hair make you look polished and ready for the night. As you head back downstairs, you catch sight of Karinaâs smile of approval, and you canât help but feel a bit more confident about the evening ahead.
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The music starts pumping through the walls as you and Karina make your way back downstairs. The final touches have been set, and the room looks like a scene straight out of a teen movie: fairy lights strung up in every corner, a couple of disco balls catching the light just right, and a dance floor that practically begs people to let loose. Karina surveys everything with a grin that stretches from ear to ear.
âSee?â she says, nudging you with her elbow. âThis is why I always go all out.â
You chuckle, glancing around. âOkay, okay, you were right. This does look kind of amazing.â
The doorbell rings, and Karina practically bounces on her toes. âThat must be the first guests! Come on, we have to greet everyone in style.â
The two of you rush to the front door, and soon enough, your friends start streaming in. Sunoo is the first to arrive, with Niki and Jungwon right behind him. They all look ready to have the best night ever, and Sunoo immediately zeroes in on you, his eyes going wide.
âOh. My. God. Y/N!â Sunoo exclaims dramatically, clutching his chest. âLook at you in that little black dress! Who is she?!â
You roll your eyes, fighting back a grin. âAlright, Sunoo, calm down. Itâs just a dress.â
âItâs not just a dress,â Niki interjects with a grin. âItâs the dress. Who are you trying to impress tonight?â
Jungwon nudges Niki. âYeah, spill. Is there someone youâre hoping to catch the eye of?â
You smirk, crossing your arms. âOh, please, like Iâd tell you guys even if there was.â
More of your friends arrive, and soon the room is buzzing with chatter and laughter. Jake and Jay show up not long after, both of them effortlessly cool as always. Jay immediately gets to work DJ-ing from his phone, while Jake heads to the makeshift bar, already concocting a round of mixed drinks.
Then, just as you start to relax, you see himâPark Sunghoon. He steps in, looking annoyingly good in a casual black button-down and jeans. His eyes scan the room until they find you. For a split second, he looks almost surprised, but then his trademark smirk appears.
âWell, well,â Sunghoon says as he strolls over to you, hands casually shoved into his pockets. âLook who decided to play dress-up. You got a hot date tonight or something?â
You scoff, giving him a look. âOh, please, Sunghoon. Unlike you, I donât have to try so hard to impress everyone.â
Sunghoon chuckles, leaning in just slightly. âRight. Because you just show up looking like that for fun?â
Before you can shoot back a retort, Karina swoops in, looping her arm through yours. âHey, Sunghoon, quit being a troll. Y/N looks amazing, and you know it. Now go get a drink and try to be nice for once!â
He holds up his hands, his grin widening. âAlright, alright, Iâll behave... for now.â
You watch as he saunters off to join Jake at the bar, and Karina gives you a knowing look. âDonât let him get under your skin tonight, okay?â
You nod, trying to brush it off, even though youâre still buzzing from his teasing. âYeah, yeah, Iâm good.â
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The party is in full swing nowâmusic thumping, people laughing, and the lights twinkling overhead like stars. You find yourself swept up in the fun, moving from one conversation to the next, the earlier tension with Sunghoon momentarily forgotten. Youâre by the snack table, popping a few chips into your mouth when Haechan sidles up next to you with his signature grin.
âHey, Y/N,â he says smoothly, leaning in a little closer than necessary. âLooking good tonight. That dress is seriously working for you.â
You smile at him, amused by his blatant flirting. âThanks, Haechan. Youâre not looking too bad yourself,â you reply, playing along. Heâs always been a harmless flirt, and you donât mind the attention tonight.
He grins wider, clearly pleased. âI try. But seriously, I canât believe Iâm just now noticing how stunning you are. Were you hiding this whole time or just waiting for the perfect moment to make your grand entrance?â
You laugh, shaking your head. âOh, you know me. Always dramatic,â you joke, and he chuckles, leaning in a bit more.
âYouâre full of surprises, Y/N. Makes me want to know you better,â he says, his voice dropping slightly, and you canât help but laugh at his over-the-top delivery.
What you donât notice is that from across the room, Sunghoon has been watching the entire interaction with a growing frown. Heâs leaning against a wall, a drink in hand, his eyes narrowing as he watches Haechan lean closer to you, flashing that charming smile. His jaw tightens, and his grip on the cup becomes visibly tighter.
Heeseung, whoâs been standing beside him, follows his line of sight and notices the tense look on his friendâs face. A knowing grin spreads across Heeseungâs lips as he leans over to Sunghoon, nudging him with his elbow.
âSomeone looks like theyâve got their feathers ruffled,â Heeseung teases, keeping his voice low so only Sunghoon can hear.
Sunghoon scoffs, rolling his eyes. âIâm fine.â
âSure,â Heeseung laughs. âThatâs why youâve been glaring at Haechan like youâre ready to knock that grin off his face.â
Sunghoon doesnât respond right away, but his eyes remain fixed on you and Haechan. Heeseung watches with amusement, clearly enjoying the show.
âJust admit it, man,â Heeseung continues, his tone light. âYouâre jealous.â
Sunghoon finally looks away from you, giving Heeseung a dismissive look. âIâm not jealous. I just donât like seeing him act like a fool.â
Heeseung snorts. âRight. Because youâre so worried about Haechan embarrassing himself.â He claps a hand on Sunghoonâs shoulder. âCome on, dude, just go talk to her. Or are you afraid sheâll turn you down?â
Sunghoon shoots him a glare. âShut up, Heeseung.â
Heeseung just laughs harder, clearly unbothered by Sunghoonâs mood. âAlright, whatever you say. But just so you know, glaring at Haechan isnât going to do anything except make you look more obvious.â
Sunghoon doesnât answer, but Heeseungâs words seem to hit a nerve. He turns his attention back to you, his expression unreadable, though thereâs still a flicker of something in his eyesâsomething more than just casual interest.
Meanwhile, youâre still chatting with Haechan, completely unaware of the little drama unfolding across the room. But you canât shake the feeling that someoneâs watching you, and when you finally glance up, your eyes meet Sunghoonâs for just a second. He quickly looks away, and you canât help but wonder what that was all about.
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The party continues to buzz around you, but after a while, the noise and energy start to feel a bit overwhelming. You decide you need a break, a moment to yourself away from the chaos. Without saying anything, you slip out of the crowded living room and head toward the balcony, where the air is cooler and the music is just a muffled hum in the background.
You push open the glass doors and step outside, letting the crisp night air hit your face. Itâs a welcome change from the warmth inside. You lean against the railing, taking a deep breath, trying to clear your mind. The stars are faint above the city lights, and you can hear distant sounds of traffic, a reminder of the world continuing outside this little bubble of a party.
You close your eyes for a moment, just enjoying the quiet. But then, you hear the soft sound of footsteps behind you. You turn, half-expecting to see Karina or maybe Sunoo, but your heart skips a beat when you see Sunghoon stepping out onto the balcony.
âWhat do you want, Sunghoon?â you sigh, not bothering to hide your annoyance.
âI could ask you the same thingâ he replies, his voice closer than you expected. You feel the warmth of his body behind you, jus inches away. âRunning away from the party?â
âHardly.â You glance over your shoulder at him. âJust needed a break from all the fakes and liars inside.â
His lips curl into that familiar, infuriating smirk. âAnd here I thought you thrived on that type of thing. Who knew Y/N had limits?â
You roll tour eyes, turning back to the view. âYeah, well, believe it or not I do. But you wouldnât know anything, would you?â
Sunghoon steps closer, his breath brushing against your ear, sending an unwanted shiver down your spine. You feel a rush of heat flood your cheeks and something else you refuse to acknowledge. âYou donât know anything about me, Sunghoon. And id keep it that way if I were you.â
He laughs, a deep, rich sound that makes your skin prickle. âI think you like it when I get under your skin. Why else do you always react like this?â You scoff, turning to face him, only then realizing how close he actually was. âMaybe iâm just tired of you acting like youâre gods gift to the world. newsflash: youâre not.â
His grin widens, and he takes another step closer, invading youâre space entirely as if he wasnât already to begin with. âAdmit it.â he says, his voice dropping lower. âYou like our little games. You like the way I push your buttons.â
Your heart is pounding now, and you hate that heâs right, that thereâs something about him that gets to you in a way no one else does.But you refuse to five him the satisfaction of knowing it. âIn your dreams,â you snap, though the breathlessness in your voice betrays you.
He reaches out, his fingers brushing your arm, and you feel a jolt of heat at the contact. âIs that so?â he whispers, his lips dangerously close to yours now, his eyes dark with challenge. âBecause I think youâre lying. I think you want this as much as I do.â
Your breath hitches, and for a moment, youâre frozen, caught in his gaze. The intensity in his eyes makes your pulse race, a mix of anger and undeniable attraction. Heâs so close now that you can feel his breath your lips, and before you can stop yourself, you grab his shirt, pulling him the last few inches towards you.
âMaybe I just want to shut you up,â you mutter, your voice barely above a whisper. âThen do it,â he taunts, his lips brushing against yours, almost but not quite a kiss. Itâs all the encouragement you need. You close the distance, your mouth crashing against his. His hands grip your waist, pulling you closer, and you press against him, fueled by a mix of anger and desire.
The kiss is intense, a battle of wills as much as it is anything else. His lips are firm, demanding, and you meet him with equal force, neither of you willing to give an inch. Your hands move up to his hair, tugging slightly and he groans against your mouth, deepening the kiss.
Youâre lost in it. Lost in him, every nerve in your body alight with sensation. His hands slide up your back, his touch sending sparks through you, and you hate how much you crave it, hate how much you want him despite everything.
Youâre breathless when you finally pull back, your heart hammering against your ribs. Sunghoonâs lips are parted, his breaths coming in ragged, and his eyes are dark with something dangerousâsomething you know you shouldnât be entertaining.
His hand is still on your waist, his thumb brushing the exposed skin just beneath the hem of your shirt, and you swear every nerve in your body is on fire. He leans in close, his lips grazing your ear, and his voice comes out in a low, almost pleading murmur. âCome back to my place.â
It isnât a question, but thereâs something in his tone that sends a shiver down your spine, a combination of hunger and desperation that mirrors whatâs coursing through your veins. For a moment, youâre temptedâso, so tempted to just say yes and give in to whatever this is. But logic fights its way to the surface, and you pull back just enough to meet his gaze.
âAre you serious?â you ask, your voice wavering more than youâd like.
His expression doesnât falter, his eyes locked onto yours. âDead serious.â He swallows, his grip on your waist tightening, as if heâs afraid youâll slip away. âI donât want this to end here.â
You hesitate, your mind racing. This is SunghoonâPark Sunghoonâthe guy youâve spent so long arguing with, glaring at across rooms, doing everything in your power to avoid. But thereâs something different about the way heâs looking at you now, something raw and real that makes it hard to think clearly.
âI donât know,â you say, trying to sound firm, though your resolve is crumbling by the second. âI mean⌠this is crazy.â
âMaybe,â he agrees, his voice still low, still laced with that edge of desperation. âBut I think you like crazy.â His lips curl into a half-smile, that familiar cockiness tempered with something else, something softer.
You bite your lip, weighing your options, feeling the tension between you bothâhot, magnetic, impossible to ignore. âThis is a bad idea,â you whisper, though even you can hear the lack of conviction in your words.
Sunghoon steps closer, closing the distance again, his forehead almost touching yours. âProbably the worst,â he says, his breath hot against your skin. âBut if you donât say yes, Iâm going to lose my mind.â
You can feel his heartbeat through his shirt, can feel how fast itâs racing, and you know he means it. Part of you is screaming to walk away, to leave now before you make a mistake, but thereâs another partâa louder, more reckless partâthatâs screaming for you to stay, to see where this goes.
âJust one night,â he murmurs, his lips brushing yours again, barely a kiss, just enough to make you shiver. âNo strings, no expectations. Just⌠us.â
You close your eyes, fighting against every instinct telling you to run. But when you open them again, his gaze is still locked onto yours, and you canât deny the heat pooling in your stomach, the way your skin tingles with every touch.
âFine,â you breathe, barely louder than a whisper. âOne night.â
His grin is immediate, but thereâs relief in it too, and he closes the distance, pressing his lips to yours again, this time harder, more insistent. âLetâs get out of here,â he says against your mouth, his hand sliding to intertwine with yours, and you know thereâs no going back now.
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You manage to sneak past your friends to leave Karinaâs mansion, the partygoers and scattered distractions making it all that more simple.
The drive is quiet, both of you caught in your own thoughts. The city passes by in a blur of neon signs and headlights, the streets quieter than they were earlier. You steal a glance at him, watching the way his jaw clenches, the way his fingers tap against the wheel like heâs counting down the seconds.
Sunghoon pulls up to his mansion, its sprawling, modern architecture framed by towering trees and high walls that ensure absolute privacy. The wide driveway curves up to the grand entrance, where soft lights cast a warm glow over the marble steps and tall double doors. You glance around, taking in the sheer size of the placeânot because it surprises you, but because youâve never been here before.
Your own familyâs estate is nothing to scoff at, but thereâs a distinct style to his homeâsomething sleek and almost understated, despite its size. You tilt your head slightly, noticing the details: the way the garden is meticulously maintained, the sharp lines of the building softened by the greenery that surrounds it. Itâs impressive, in a way thatâs different from what youâre used to.
He takes your hand to lead you inside, you follow him down the dimly lit corridor, decorated with family pictures and modern art that costs a fortune. He pauses at his bedroom door, his hand still holding yours, and turns to look at you one more time. âLast chance to change your mind,â he murmurs, though his thumb strokes the back of your hand, a comforting gesture.
You take a deep breath, then shake your head. âIâm not changing my mind.â
A small smile tugs at his lips. âGood,â he whispers, unlocking the door and pushing it open.
You step inside, and he follows, closing the door behind you. The space is dimly lit, warm, and thereâs an unexpected coziness to itâminimalistic but comfortable. The air feels thick with everything unspoken between you.
Sunghoon turns to you, his gaze intense, and he steps closer, his hand moving up to your face, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. âIâve been thinking about this all night,â he admits quietly, his voice almost a growl.
Your breath catches, and you feel the heat rush to your face. âThen stop talking,â you murmur, your own voice breathless.
His lips are on yours in an instant, capturing your mouth in a kiss thatâs all-consuming, filled with all the tension, the want, the frustration thatâs been building for so long. You kiss him back just as fiercely, hands sliding up his chest, feeling his heartbeat pounding beneath your palms.
Sunghoon's hands roamed over your body, squeezing your tits. You let out a small involuntary moan, a grunt leaving him immediately after. His lips move down to your next, trailing up and down before reaching that sweet spot right behind your ear.
It all feels to fucking good, your panties sticking to your core. He moves to sit on the edge of his bed, pulling you into his lap before catching your lips once again. His growing hardness is poking at you. âYou look so fucking sexy in this little dress,â He tells you in a low tone that makes you clench around nothing, the ache between your legs growing. You start grinding on him, his hands grabbing your ass, encouraging you to keep grinding against his clothed length. âThatâs it baby, grind on me, keep rubbing that pretty pussy over my cock.â
Your head is thrown back, lip in between your teeth, his words encouraging your quickening movements. âNeed you so bad, Hoon,â you manage to get out.
âYeah baby? tell me what you need.â He tells you. Itâs almost embarrassing how much you wanted him. âNeed your cock.â Without another word you feel his hands back on your ass, lifting you up and throwing you down on his bed. He looks up at you with mischievious eyes, hovering over you as his hands roam down the sides of your thighs to them hem of your dress. âCan i take this off?â he asks, caressing the soft, exposed skin there.
Eagerly, you nod quickly, reaching for the hem to help him pull it up and over your head. Luckily you opted for a pair of black lacy panties and opposed to your more comfortable ones. He audibly sighs and your exposed figure, âYouâre so beautiful,â He tells you, his fingers working to slide your panties down your legs and tossing them to the side, revealing just how much you wanted him.
âShit baby youâre so wet.â He leans down, placing soft, wet kisses just below your navel, dangerously close to where you wanted him most. âHoon please,â you murmur out. He straightens out, unbuckling his belt to pull down his pants and boxers all in one go. While he wasnât remarkably long, he made up for it in girth. You lick your lips at the sight, anticipation and heat pooling.
He pumps himself a couple times before heâs lining himself up with your entrance. He takes his time, making sure to smear your slick between your clit and his length. You feel his tip parting your folds, your breath hitching in your throat. âYou ready?â his eyes meet yours for assurance. No words come out your mouth, all you do is nod.
He enters you carefully, a strong contrast from his words earlier in the night. The last thing he wants is to rush, just because of how unpatient and horny he is. You close your eyes, holding in the gasp that threatens to escape your lips. âRelax baby, I got you.â
âI know,â you breathe out. The sudden stretch has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. The burn quickly turning into a delicious one. âThatâs it,â he praises you continuing to slide in until heâs nestled completely between your walls. âYou take me so well,â he grunts, his length twitching inside of you.
âFuck me, Hoonâ you murmur, your walls clench around him, throwing his head back at the feeling. Before you know it heâs pulling out of you, only to smack his hips back against yours. It knocks all the oxygen out your lungs, leaving you breathless as he repeats the same action over and over again. âFuck,â you breathe out, focusing on how good he looks above you.
Youâre in a complete feeling of euphoria. Sunghoonâs skills topping those of the few guys youâve slept with before. In that moment, all the bickering and years of back and forth leave your mind completely. The only thing closing your mind is how good him of all people is making you feel.
âHoon⌠faster,â you let out, his hips snapping in a faster pace on command. Your back arches off the bed, hands grasping the sheets in small fists. He notices and reaches for them to thread his fingers through yours, pinning them above your head. âYou like that baby? love how good you feel⌠fuck youâre so tight. Gonna make you cum so hard.â
âIâm so c-close, fuck,â you breathe out. His thrusts become messier and you know heâs close. âCum on my cock pretty,â he grunts, hands letting go of yours to grip your hips. Clenching around him, it takes a few for pumps before youâre both coming undone. His cock twitching inside you as he fucks his cum into you.
He drops his sweaty forehead against your shoulder, quick, deep breaths meeting your skin and he comes down from his high. It takes you both a while before your breathing steadys. âYou good?,â he asks you, settling on the bed beside you. âmhm,â is all you say in response, unsure as to where this leaves your relationship. It all felt to good to ignore. âAre you good?â you ask him after a moment of silence. âBetter than I have in a long time.â
Youâre not sure when you fall asleep. The exhaustion taking over you all at once.
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The morning light filters softly through the heavy curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room. You wake to the sound of birds chirping outside, their songs a peaceful contrast to the intensity of the night before. The bed is warm, and youâre nestled comfortably under the covers, Sunghoonâs arm draped over you.
You shift slightly, the movement causing Sunghoon to stir beside you. He mumbles something incoherent, tightening his hold on you before settling back into a deeper sleep. You take a moment to just lie there, letting yourself absorb the strange, surreal comfort of the situation. Thereâs an odd serenity in the room, a calm that feels almost unreal given the whirlwind of emotions that led you here.
As you slowly become more aware, you gently untangle yourself from his embrace, careful not to wake him. You sit up and stretch, glancing around at the elegant room thatâs now your temporary sanctuary. The soft morning light highlights the sleek lines and modern decor, giving the space an almost ethereal quality.
You slide out of bed and make your way to the bathroom, feeling a little self-conscious but determined to gather yourself. You glance at yourself in the mirror, trying to process the whirlwind of the past night. The evidence of sleep lingers in your eyes, and you smooth your hair, mentally preparing yourself for whatever comes next.
When you return to the bedroom, Sunghoon is still asleep, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. You take a moment to just watch him, the vulnerability in his expression softened by sleep. Thereâs a part of you that feels a pang of somethingâsoftness, maybe even affectionâthough youâre still trying to fully understand what it all means.
Deciding not to linger too long, you quietly gather your things and start to get dressed. Youâre pulling on your clothes when you hear a rustling behind you. You turn to find Sunghoon blinking awake, his gaze immediately locking on you with a sleepy, yet intense look.
âGood morning,â he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep.
You smile softly, trying to keep things light despite the previous night's intensity. âMorning. I didnât want to wake you.â
He stretches lazily, a smirk forming on his lips. âAnd here I was thinking youâd sneak out before I even woke up. Not very considerate of you, you know.â
You raise an eyebrow, crossing your arms. âOh, sorry. I didnât realize I was supposed to tiptoe around your mansion.â
He chuckles, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. âYeah, well, you should be lucky youâre not being kicked out for your unexpected visit.â
You roll your eyes, pulling on your shirt. âOh, please. Itâs not like I forced my way in. You made it pretty clear you wanted me here.â
His smirk widens. âTrue. And now Iâm faced with the charming aftermath of our little escapade. How do you intend to handle that?â
You shrug, trying to keep your tone casual. âI think we both know this doesnât exactly change things. We still donât like each other. This was⌠a one-off.â
Sunghoon raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. âA one-off? Thatâs what weâre calling it now? What happened to all that intense âhateâ from last night?â
You narrow your eyes at him, feeling a bit defensive. âItâs complicated. We both know that. Iâm just here to sort myself out.â
He stands up, stretching with a yawn. âWell, I suppose if youâre done with the morning-after drama, I should at least make you breakfast.â
You look at him skeptically. âBreakfast? Youâre really pulling out the stops now?â
He gives you a mockingly hurt look. âDonât sound so surprised. Even enemies deserve to be fed after a night like that.â
You smirk, shaking your head. âFine. Breakfast it is. But donât think this means Iâm sticking around for a whole lot of chit-chat.â
He grins, clearly pleased with your response. âWouldnât dream of it. Just a quick meal and then you can be on your way.â
As he leads you to the kitchen, you both fall into a familiar rhythm, trading barbs and jabs that feel almost comfortable in their own way. The awkwardness of the night before is still there, but itâs tempered by the humor and banter that defines your relationship.
In the kitchen, Sunghoon starts pulling out ingredients, his movements confident and efficient. You watch him, feeling a strange mix of irritation and appreciation. Despite everything, thereâs something almost endearing about the way heâs trying to play the gracious host.
âSo, whatâs the plan after breakfast?â you ask, grabbing a coffee cup and filling it. âAre we going to pretend like nothing happened, or do you have some other grand gesture in mind?â
He looks over at you with a smirk. âMaybe Iâll just enjoy the novelty of seeing you eat my food. Consider it a small victory.â
You roll your eyes, but thereâs a genuine smile on your lips. âEnjoy it while it lasts. Iâm not here for long.â
He chuckles, placing a plate of food in front of you. âDonât worry, I wonât be offended if you leave right after. Iâm sure weâll find new ways to annoy each other soon enough.â
You take a bite of the breakfast, shaking your head in mock exasperation. âIâll hold you to that.â
As you eat, the tension from the night before begins to ease, replaced by the familiar dynamic of your interactions. Itâs not exactly comfortable, but itâs familiarâa small reminder that despite everything, some things never really change.
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The bell rings, signaling the end of the period, you gather your things and stand up, eager to leave the classroom and escape the strange tension thatâs been hanging between you and Sunghoon all day. Youâre heading toward the door when you feel a light tap on your shoulder. You turn around to find Sunghoon standing close, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
âCan I help you?â you ask, trying to keep your tone neutral.
Sunghoon leans in, his face just inches from yours. His breath is warm against your ear, and you can feel his proximity even though you try to back away slightly. âYou look cute today,â he whispers, his voice low and deliberately teasing.
You freeze for a moment, your heart skipping a beat as his words sink in. Youâre taken aback by the unexpected comment, feeling a rush of irritation mixed with something you canât quite define. You quickly compose yourself, narrowing your eyes at him.
âSeriously?â you hiss, trying to keep your voice low so that no one else hears. âNow youâre trying to play nice? How pathetic.â
Sunghoon pulls back slightly, a smirk tugging at his lips. âIâm just making an observation,â he says innocently, though the amusement in his eyes betrays him.
You roll your eyes, your frustration evident. âYeah, well, save it for someone who actually cares. Iâm not in the mood for your games.â
As you turn and walk toward the door, you hear Sunghoonâs laughter behind you, light and mocking. You try to ignore the heat rising in your cheeks as you make your way out of the classroom, determined not to let him get under your skin. Despite your efforts to stay composed, his words linger in your mind, adding to the awkwardness and confusion of the day.
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Lunch at school is a lively affair, with the cafeteria buzzing with the chatter of students and the clatter of trays. You and your friendsâYuna, Karina, and the restâsettle into your usual spot at the table. Sunghoon and his group are seated across from you, and you can feel his gaze lingering on you, even as you try to focus on the conversation with your friends.
Karina is mid-sentence, animatedly discussing the latest school gossip when Sunghoon's voice cuts through. âOh, come on, Y/N. You can't actually believe that nonsense.â
You glance up, catching Sunghoonâs eyes. Heâs smirking, clearly enjoying the opportunity to poke at you. âAnd whatâs so ridiculous about it?â you retort, trying to keep your voice steady despite the irritation brewing inside you.
âSeriously?â Sunghoonâs grin widens. âItâs just a bunch of exaggerated stories. Youâve always had a knack for falling for that kind of thing.â
You roll your eyes, feeling a familiar annoyance bubbling up. âSays the guy whoâs always spouting off about how everythingâs ânot worth his time.ââ
Sunghoon leans back in his chair, folding his arms. âAt least I donât get caught up in every little bit of drama that comes my way.â
You scoff, crossing your arms. âIâm not the one who spends half his day looking for ways to pick fights. Maybe if you werenât so obsessed with making everything a competition, youâd see things more clearly.â
Yuna and Karina exchange glances, trying to stifle their laughter as the two of you go back and forth. Karina nudges you playfully. âLooks like you two are back to your old routine.â
You shoot her a sidelong glance, annoyed but unable to hide a small smile. âOh, you have no idea.â
Meanwhile, Sunghoonâs eyes are fixed on you, his smirk never fading. Every time you catch him looking, you feel a mix of frustration and unease. His gaze is unrelenting, and despite your best efforts to ignore it, you canât help but feel self-conscious.
âWhat are you staring at?â you snap, catching him in the act.
Sunghoon raises an eyebrow, his expression innocent. âJust observing. Is that a problem?â
You narrow your eyes, crossing your arms. âMaybe if you had something better to do than harass me, you wouldnât have to be so nosy.â
He chuckles, leaning forward with a teasing glint in his eyes. âMaybe I just enjoy watching you get all riled up. Itâs entertaining.â
You glare at him, feeling your irritation spike. âYeah, well, itâs not exactly a compliment.â
Sunghoon shrugs, still smirking. âSuit yourself.â
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After lunch, you head to your next class with a sense of relief, hoping to escape the tension of the cafeteria. As you settle into your seat, the classroom buzzes with the usual pre-class chatter. You glance around, hoping to avoid any more interactions with Sunghoon, but heâs in the same class, sitting a few rows behind you.
The teacher arrives, and the room quiets down as the lesson begins. You try to focus on the lecture, but the lingering effects of the lunchtime bickering keep your thoughts scattered. Every now and then, you can feel Sunghoonâs eyes on you, though you avoid turning around to confirm it.
Halfway through the class, you feel a small piece of paper land softly on your desk. You glance down to find a note with neat handwriting:
*âCan we at least pretend to be civil? I promise Iâm not plotting your demise.â*
You roll your eyes, a small smile tugging at your lips despite yourself. You scribble a quick reply:
âWhy start now? Itâs more fun to keep you on your toes.â
You fold the note and toss it back over your shoulder, hoping it will reach him without drawing too much attention. A few moments later, you see Sunghoonâs hand reach forward to grab it, his expression unreadable.
The rest of the class proceeds in a blur of lectures and notes. The occasional glances you and Sunghoon exchange are filled with unspoken tension, but you both manage to keep your interactions to a minimum.
At the end of your lecture, you pack up your things and make your way out of the classroom. Youâre heading down the hall when you hear Sunghoonâs voice behind you.
âHey, wait up.â
You stop, turning to see him catching up with you. Heâs wearing a casual expression, though thereâs a hint of seriousness in his eyes.
âSeriously? What now?â you ask, trying to keep your tone even.
Sunghoonâs gaze lingers on you, and he seems to consider his next words carefully. âSo, I was thinking⌠why donât you come over to my place later?â
You raise an eyebrow, puzzled. âFor what? We already had our⌠whatever that was.â
Sunghoon gives you a knowing look, his smirk widening. âCome on, you know youâre curious. Besides, you know you want me.â
You feel a rush of heat at his words, and you try to maintain your composure. âAnd what happened to it being a one-night thing? Are you trying to make this a regular thing now?â
Sunghoonâs eyes twinkle with mischief. âMaybe I am. Or maybe I just want to spend more time with you. Either way, I think youâre interested.â
You hesitate, feeling the pull of his words. The desire that was ignited the night before is still burning strong, and you find yourself tempted despite your better judgment.
With a sigh, you give in, unable to resist the allure of what heâs offering. âAlright, fine. Iâll come over. But just to see what you have in mind.â Sunghoonâs smile broadens, clearly pleased with your decision. âGreat. see you later.â
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Later that night, you stand outside Sunghoonâs, house, or rather mansion. With a deep breath, you ring the doorbelll, and a moment later, Sunghoon opens the door. His eyes rake over you, and thereâs that cocky familiar smirk on his face. âYoure here,â he says, stepping aside to let you in. Thereâs no hint of surprise, just a kind of smug statisfaction, like he knew youâd come.
âYeah,â you reply, stepping inside âso whatâs this all about?â Sunghoon doesnât answer immediately. He just walks past you, heading into the foyer. You follow, your curiosity piqued, but you donât miss the way his eyes flicker back to you with that same intent look. He turns around suddenly, before you can even process whatâs happening, heâs closing the distance between you, leaning in like heâs about to kiss you.
âWoah wait,â you say quickly, pressing a hand against him firm chest to stop him. âWhat do you think youâre doing?â
Sunghoon pauses, eyebrows raised, but thereâs no real apology in his expression. âWhat do you think in doing?â he counters, his voice low, almost daring him to challenge you. You roll your eyes, trying to ignore the way your heart is racing. âI didnât come here just to⌠you know.â
He smirks, leaning in just enough that you feel the warmth of his breath. âThen why did you come here?â
You hesitate, caught between wanting to play it cool and the undeniable pull you feel toward him. âMaybe I was curious.â Sunghoon chuckles, âYouâre here because you want this, sweetheart,â he murmurs, his hand grazing your hip lightly, testing your boundaries.
You swallow hard, trying to keep your composure. âYou think you know everything, donât you?â
His smirk widens. âI know enough.â He leans in again, and this time, his lips brush against your neck, a bold move that sends a jolt of heat through you. You bite your lip, figuring the urge to melt into his touch. âI didnât say you couldââ
âThen stop me,â he challenges, his voice a whisper against your skin. Your mind races every logical thought battling against the desire thatâs been simmering between you since the other night. You hate how easily he gets under your skin, how is arrogance is both infuriating and strangely alluring. But instead of pushing him away, you find yourself lingering, testing the r limits just like he is.
âYouâre infuriating,â you mutter, half annoyed, half breathless. He pulls back just enough to look you in the eye, his expression smug but hungry. âYet I donât see you walking away.â
You hate that heâs right. Instead of anything else, you meet his gaze head on, feeling that dangerous spark between you flicker into something more. âJust shut up and kiss me,â you say, finally giving in, if only to wipe that smug look off his face. And he doesâwithout hesitation, with the kind of intensity that makes your head spin. Itâs heated, unrestrained, and nothing like you imagined, and yet somehow itâs exactly what you wanted.
With a frustrated sigh, you put a hand on his chest and push him back a step. âOkay, seriously, what is this?â you demand, trying to keep your tone steady. âWe canât just keep⌠doing this whenever we feel like it. Itâs stupid.â
He raises an eyebrow, looking way too amused for your liking. âWhy not? You look like youâre enjoying yourself.â
You shoot him a glare. âDonât flatter yourself. I just⌠I donât want this to get messy.â
He smirks, clearly entertained by your struggle. âMessy? You mean you donât want people to know you like kissing me?â
You scoff, crossing your arms. âI donât like anything about you, Sunghoon. But if weâre being honest, thereâs⌠something here, and I donât see it going away anytime soon.â
His grin widens, and you want to slap it right off his face. âSo, what? Youâre proposing a deal?â
You roll your eyes. âMaybe. Friends with benefits. No strings attached, no drama, no catching feelings.â
Sunghoon chuckles, but thereâs an edge to it. âFriends? I donât think weâre even close to that.â
âFine,â you snap, annoyed that heâs right. âEnemies with benefits then. Just⌠an arrangement. To get this out of our systems.â
His gaze darkens, and for a second, you think you see something flicker there, something unreadable. But then he leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. âAnd what makes you think Iâd agree to that?â
You raise your chin, meeting his challenge head-on. âBecause you want this just as much as I do. Maybe more.â
He pauses, his lips curling into a slow, wicked smile. âOkay, Iâll bite,â he says, his voice low. âBut hereâs the deal: we do this my way. No whining, no complaining, and you definitely donât get to pretend you donât want it.â
You scowl, hating how cocky he looks, how certain he is that youâll cave. âFine,â you bite back. âBut donât think for a second that this means I like you.â
He laughs, the sound rich and mocking. âTrust me, Iâd hate it if you did.â
You feel your blood boil at his arrogance, but thereâs a thrill in it too, in the way you both seem to enjoy this game. âDeal,â you snap, holding out your hand.
He takes it, but instead of shaking, he pulls you in closer, his lips just inches from yours. âJust remember,â he murmurs, his eyes locked on yours, âthis doesnât change anything. I still canât stand you.â
You smirk, matching his intensity. âRight back at you.â
And before you know it, his lips are crashing against yours again, and all that frustration and anger blurs into something reckless and wild. For now, youâll play his game, but you know this is far from over.
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Over the next few weeks, the âarrangementâ with Sunghoon becomes a twisted game of secrecy and tension. You find yourself sneaking glances in class, meeting him in darkened hallways between periods, and exchanging heated looks across crowded lunch tables. The two of you are constantly dancing on the edge of discovery, and itâs becoming harder to hide the intensity simmering between you.
It starts small. The accidental brush of fingers when passing by in the hallway, the way his eyes linger a little too long when youâre speaking. But then, it escalates. The stolen moments between classes turn into late-night texts and spontaneous meetings wherever you can find some privacy. Empty classrooms, deserted stairwells, even the back of the libraryâplaces where no one would think to find the two of you together. The more time passes, the harder it gets to keep up the charade.
Youâre starting to notice the way his friends glance between you two, confused by the sudden silences or the shared looks you forget to hide. Jay catches you one morning when youâre walking out of the library with Sunghoon following a few steps behind, your hair slightly mussed, your lips redder than usual.
âWhatâs going on there?â he asks, a teasing grin spreading across his face. âYou and Sunghoon plotting world domination or something?â
You laugh it off, rolling your eyes. âPlease. Heâs too much of an idiot for that.â
But Jay looks unconvinced, his gaze flicking back to where Sunghoon is standing, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, watching you with a smirk thatâs all too knowing. âSure,â Jay says, dragging out the word like heâs not buying it.
At lunch, itâs even worse. Sunghoon sits across from you, his foot nudging yours under the table. Itâs subtle, but itâs enough to send a jolt up your spine. You kick him back, hard, and he just chuckles, leaning back in his chair like heâs thoroughly enjoying the game.
âWhat are you two whispering about?â Yuna asks, narrowing her eyes in suspicion. Youâre both quick to cover it up, but itâs obvious that your friends are starting to catch on.
âNothing,â Sunghoon says smoothly, his voice annoyingly casual. âJust telling Y/N that she looks like she needs more sleep. Those dark circles are really showing.â
Your jaw clenches, but you force a sweet smile, playing along. âOh, donât worry about me. Iâll sleep just fine once I stop seeing your face every day.â
He grins, but thereâs a flicker of something more heated in his eyes, something you recognize all too well. âYeah, right.â
Karina frowns, sensing the tension that seems to hang in the air whenever you two are in the same room. âSeriously, what is up with you guys?â she asks, tilting her head.
You wave it off, laughing a little too loudly. âWeâre just being our usual selves. You know how it isâcanât stand each other.â
But your friends are starting to notice the little things. The way Sunghoonâs gaze always seems to drift in your direction, the way you keep sneaking out of group study sessions with flimsy excuses, only to return looking flustered and breathless. Sunoo even catches you and Sunghoon exchanging hushed words in the corner of the hallway, too close for comfort, and he raises an eyebrow, a mischievous grin forming on his lips.
âAre you two planning a secret mission, or is there something else we should know?â he asks, his tone playful but probing.
Sunghoon just shrugs, but you can feel his eyes on you, daring you to say something. âNo mission,â he replies coolly, âunless itâs trying to survive Y/Nâs terrible attitude.â
You force a laugh, but the heat in your cheeks gives you away. âYeah, well, some of us have better things to do than deal with you, Sunghoon.â
But itâs getting harder to pretend, harder to keep the fire between you from spilling over in front of everyone else. Every time heâs near, it feels like the world narrows down to just the two of you, a constant push and pull thatâs impossible to ignore. The stolen kisses, the midnight texts, the moments of heated bickering that seem to blur into something moreâitâs becoming too much to hide.
And itâs only a matter of time before someone figures it out.
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You grip the sheets of your bed, lip caught between your teeth as sunghoon is under your duvet, tonguing your wet entrance, heat pooling in your belly, felling the intensity of your orgasm creeping up on you.
Itâs all cut short when your door bursts open without warning, and Karina barges in, her voice already raised. âY/N, I swear Iâm going to lose my mindâ!â
You freeze, your heart stopping in your chest. âKarina!â you squeak, quickly yanking the sheets up to your chin. âWhat happened to knocking?â
Karina stops mid-rant, blinking at you. âOh, come on, like I ever knock?â she scoffs, throwing her hands up in frustration. âAnyway, you will not believe what Heeseung just didââ
Sheâs moving closer to the bed, and you panic, shifting slightly to keep Sunghoon hidden beneath the covers. You can feel him tense up, and his hand slips to your thigh under the sheets, pinching you playfully. You bite your lip to stifle a gasp, kneeing him as a warning.
Karina continues her rant, oblivious. âI mean, he had the nerve to ditch me for practice again, and Iâm justâugh, I needed to vent to someone who understands!â
Your mind races, desperately trying to keep her attention away from the suspicious lump between your legs. âThat sounds⌠really frustrating,â you say, a bit too brightly. âBut maybe just, you know, talk to him?â
Karina flops down on the edge of your bed, dangerously close to Sunghoonâs concealed figure. âOh, Iâll talk to him, alright. Iâm just so sick of his stupid excusesââ
Sunghoonâs fingers press into your clit under the sheets. Heâs grinning, enjoying the situation far too much. You jab him again, your heart racing.
Karina glances at you, finally noticing your tense posture. âAre you okay? Youâre acting weird,â she says, her brows furrowing.
You force a laugh, your voice too high. âIâm fine! Just⌠woke up. Didnât expect you to burst in like that.â
She raises an eyebrow. âSince when do you care if I burst in? And why are you so⌠red?â
You feel the heat creeping up your neck. âUh, just⌠hot in here,â you stammer, shifting to keep Sunghoon completely out of sight.
Karina looks like sheâs about to press further, but then she sighs, clearly more focused on her Heeseung drama. âWhatever, I just needed to get that off my chest. He drives me insane!â
You nod quickly. âYeah, I get it. Heâs⌠Heeseung, you know?â Karina gives you a small smile, her frustration easing. âThanks for listening. And seriously, you look so weird right now.â
You laugh nervously. âYeah, just tired.â
Finally, she stands up, heading toward the door. âAlright, Iâll leave you to⌠whatever you were doing. Iâm gonna go call him and give him a piece of my mind.â
You nod eagerly. âGood luck with that!â
As soon as she leaves, you exhale in relief, lifting the cover to eye Sunghoon, whoâs still grinning like an idiot. âWhat?â he whispers, amused.
âWhat?â you repeat, incredulous. âYou almost got us caught, thatâs what!â
He chuckles, pulling you back down under the sheets. âRelax. She didnât notice a thing.â
You roll your eyes, but your heart is still racing from the close call. âYouâre lucky,â you mutter.
Sunghoon just leans in closer, his lips brushing your cheek. âYou love the thrill,â he murmurs.
And damn it, you hate that heâs right.
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It's late, the night air cool against your skin as you lean against the wall outside the school building, waiting for Sunghoon. You don't even know why you agreed to meet him here. Maybe because he seemed so insistent, or maybe because a part of you wanted to see him, even though youâd never admit it.
He arrives moments later, his footsteps heavy as he approaches. Thereâs a different energy about him tonightâsomething serious, something intense. His usual smirk is nowhere to be found, and his hands are shoved deep into his pockets. He stops in front of you, a little too close, and you have to tilt your head up to meet his eyes.
âWhatâs this about?â you ask, trying to sound casual, though your heart is pounding in your chest.
He doesnât answer right away, his gaze boring into yours like heâs searching for something, something he canât quite find. You shift on your feet, uncomfortable under his scrutiny.
âSunghoon?â you prompt, your voice wavering just slightly.
He finally speaks, his tone lower than usual. âIâve been thinking⌠about us,â he says, the words almost hesitant, like heâs testing them out.
You blink, caught off guard. âUs?â
He nods, his expression serious. âYeah, Y/N, us. You and me⌠whatever this is.â
You swallow hard, trying to keep your face neutral. âI thought we agreed itâs nothing,â you reply, but your voice comes out softer than you intended.
Sunghoonâs eyes narrow, frustration flashing in his gaze. âYeah, thatâs what we said,â he agrees, âbut it doesnât feel like nothing to me anymore.â
Your heart skips a beat, and you feel a lump forming in your throat. Youâve never seen him like thisâso open, so exposed. âSunghoon, I donât know what youâre getting at,â you say carefully.
He takes a step closer, his expression more intense. âIâm saying that Iâve caught myself⌠thinking about you. A lot. When youâre not around, Iâm wondering what youâre doing, who youâre with. I hate that it bothers me when I see you talking to other guys, and I canât stand the idea of you being with anyone else.â
You feel a wave of panic rising in your chest. This is too much, too fast. You press your back harder against the wall as if trying to create more distance between you. âSunghoon, this was never supposed to be serious,â you whisper, your voice barely audible.
He exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair. âI know, and I tried to keep it that way. But every time I see you, every time weâre together⌠I canât help it. I donât want to help it.â
You shake your head, refusing to let his words sink in. âYou donât mean that,â you insist, more to yourself than to him. âYouâre just saying this because itâs⌠new or whatever. Itâll pass.â
Sunghoonâs jaw clenches, and he moves even closer, leaving barely any space between you. âNo, Y/N, it wonât. Iâve tried to stop feeling this way, but I canât. And I know you feel something too, even if you wonât admit it.â
Your pulse quickens, and you feel your resolve starting to crumble. âI donâtââ you begin, but he cuts you off.
âStop lying,â he says firmly, his voice carrying a hint of desperation. âYouâre scared, I get it. But donât pretend like this is all just a game to you.â
You feel a flash of anger, your defenses rising. âWhat if it is, Sunghoon? What if I donât want anything more than what we already have?â
His expression falters for a moment, a flicker of hurt crossing his face. âThen I guess Iâve made a mistake,â he murmurs, taking a step back.
You feel a pang in your chest, a sharp, unexpected ache. âSunghoonâŚâ
He shakes his head, cutting you off. âForget it. I shouldnât have said anything.â
For a second, you want to reach out, to say something, anything, to make that look on his face go away. But the fear of letting your guard down, of admitting that he might be right, keeps you silent.
He takes another step back, his expression hardening. âI wonât bother you about it again,â he says, his voice cold. âLetâs just go back to pretending like none of this ever happened.â
You nod, though you feel a tightness in your throat. âYeah, letâs do that,â you say quietly, even though your chest aches with a feeling you donât want to name.
Sunghoon turns and walks away, and youâre left standing there, the cool night air biting at your skin. You watch him go, feeling something inside you break just a little, and you wonder if maybe youâve made a mistake too.
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The next morning at school, everything feels heavier. The halls are crowded, but itâs like thereâs a spotlight following you, and you canât shake the feeling that everyone knows. You make your way to your locker, avoiding eye contact with anyone, especially Sunghoon.
You donât see him at first, but you feel himâhis presence looming in the periphery. Itâs like heâs everywhere, watching you, and it makes your skin prickle with nerves. You busy yourself with rearranging your textbooks, trying to calm the storm inside your head.
âHey, Y/N,â Karina chirps, appearing beside you. Her usual bright smile is there, but her eyes are curious, searching your face. âAre you okay? You seemed a little⌠off yesterday.â
You force a smile, gripping your locker door tighter than necessary. âYeah, just tired, I guess.â
She studies you for a second longer, then nods. âWell, you should have come to dinner with us last night. It was a total mess, as always, but fun.â
You nod absently, not really listening. Your eyes flick over Karinaâs shoulder and catch Sunghoonâs gaze across the hallway. Heâs leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching you with an unreadable expression.
âY/N?â Karina prompts, bringing your attention back to her. âYouâre zoning out again.â
âSorry,â you mumble. âJust a lot on my mind.â
Karina glances over her shoulder, following your line of sight. Her brow furrows slightly. âYouâve been weird around Sunghoon lately,â she remarks. âDid something happen?â
Your heart skips a beat, and you quickly shake your head. âNo, nothing. Why would you think that?â
She shrugs, unconvinced. âI donât know⌠Just a feeling.â
Youâre saved from having to respond when the bell rings. You grab your books and make a beeline for your next class, trying to ignore the heat of Sunghoonâs stare burning into your back.
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Class drags on painfully. You canât focus. Your mind is a whirlwind of confusion and annoyance. You thought sneaking around with Sunghoon would be fun, a gameâa way to blow off steam. But now itâs getting messy, and youâre starting to feel the consequences.
When the bell finally rings, you bolt out of the classroom, desperate for fresh air. But as soon as you turn the corner, youâre yanked into an empty hallway.
Sunghoon.
His grip on your arm is firm, and his eyes are intense, searching yours. âWe need to talk,â he says, his voice low.
You pull your arm free, glaring at him. âWhatâs there to talk about, Sunghoon? We agreed this was supposed to be casual. No strings, remember?â
He frowns, clearly irritated by your tone. âYeah, but it doesnât feel like that anymore, does it?â
You cross your arms over your chest, trying to steady your breathing. âThatâs because youâre making it weird. Just⌠back off a little, okay?â
Sunghoonâs jaw clenches, and he takes a step closer. âBack off? Youâre the one acting all paranoid, Y/N.â
âMaybe because you wonât stop staring at me like everyone else canât see it!â you snap back, your voice rising. âThis was supposed to be simple. But youâre turning it into something⌠complicated.â
He scoffs, a humorless smile tugging at his lips. âMaybe because it is complicated. Or have you not noticed?â
You hate the way your chest tightens at his words, the way his closeness makes your heart race. âDonât do this, Sunghoon,â you warn, your voice quieter, more vulnerable than youâd like.
He pauses, his gaze softening just for a second. âDo what?â
âMake this more than it is,â you whisper, feeling a knot form in your throat. âBecause I canât⌠I wonât.â
Sunghoonâs expression hardens again, and he leans back, crossing his arms defensively. âFine,â he mutters. âIf thatâs how you want it.â
You swallow, forcing yourself to stay composed. âYeah. It is.â
He nods curtly, stepping away, his face unreadable. âGood. See you around, then,â he says before turning on his heel and walking away, leaving you standing in the empty hallway with your heart in your throat.
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The next few days are torture. Sunghoon keeps his distance, and you tell yourself itâs for the best. But every time you see him, every time you catch his eyes across the cafeteria or in class, thereâs a hollow ache in your chest that you canât ignore.
Your friends notice the tension. They ask questions, but you shrug it off, pretending everythingâs fine. But you canât stop replaying your last conversation with Sunghoon, the way his face looked when you told him to back off. You hate how much you miss him, even if youâd never admit it to anyone, especially not to him.
One afternoon, as youâre walking to your car after school, you spot him leaning against a tree nearby, talking to some girl you donât recognize. Heâs smiling, that same smile that used to be reserved for your private moments. Something sharp twists in your chest, and you quickly look away, anger flaring up.
He catches your glance and, for a moment, his smile falters. But then he leans in closer to the girl, laughing at something she says, and your stomach churns with a mix of jealousy and frustration.
You grip your bag tighter, feeling a sting behind your eyes. This is exactly why you didnât want things to get complicated. You turn away, refusing to look back.
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Sunghoon avoids you. Heâs usually the first one to shoot a teasing remark your way, but heâs silent. The hallways feel strangely empty without his usual jabs, and your friends are starting to notice the shift between you two.
âAre you guys fighting again?â Karina asks, as the two of you walk to lunch. Her tone is half-exasperated, half-amused, but you know sheâs genuinely curious. âYou and Sunghoon, I mean. Thereâs definitely more tension than usual.â
You shrug, trying to seem indifferent, but your stomach twists with anxiety. âWhen arenât we fighting?â you mutter.
She gives you a knowing look, but thankfully doesnât push it further. Youâre not sure how much more of this you can take without your feelings bubbling over. Youâre determined to get through lunch without letting Sunghoon get under your skin, but when you enter the cafeteria, you spot him immediately.
Heâs at your usual table, talking to Heeseung, but his gaze is elsewhere. The second you walk in, his eyes find yours, and thereâs a fleeting moment of something unreadable in his expression. A flash of frustration? Longing? You canât be sure.
You take a deep breath and head over, sliding into your usual seat. Karina sits next to you, and for a moment, everything feels normal. But then Sunghoon starts talking.
âSo,â he says, his tone casual but his eyes locked on you, âHeeseung, heard you and Karina had another spat. What was it this time? You didnât say âI love youâ enough?â
Heeseung rolls his eyes, but Karina just laughs, lightly smacking Heeseungâs arm. âDonât listen to him, babe. Heâs just deflecting from his own issues,â she teases.
Sunghoon smirks, but thereâs no real humor in it. âI donât have issues, Karina. Just people who like to make things complicated,â he says, glancing at you.
You feel your face heat up, irritation boiling over. âOh, please,â you snap back. âLike youâre the picture of simplicity.â
He leans back in his chair, his eyes glinting with challenge. âNever said I was. But at least Iâm honest about it.â
Your chest tightens. âHonest?â you scoff. âYouâve been playing games from the start, Sunghoon.â
He shrugs, feigning indifference. âMaybe I have. But at least I know what I want.â
His words send a jolt of electricity through you, and you clench your jaw, trying to keep your composure. âAnd whatâs that, exactly?â
He leans forward, his voice dropping low so only you can hear. âYou. But you already knew that.â
Your heart skips a beat. For a second, youâre frozen, caught between wanting to slap him and⌠something else. Something youâre not ready to face.
âYouâre such aââ you start, but before you can finish, Sunghoonâs foot nudges yours under the table, and your breath hitches.
Youâre hyper-aware of the table between you, the curious glances from your friends, and the heat creeping up your neck. Sunghoonâs gaze is still on you, challenging, waiting for your response.
You canât help the retort that slips out. âYouâre really enjoying this, arenât you?â
He shrugs with a small grin. âMore than you know.â
Before you can shoot back another insult, heeseung cuts in, oblivious to the tension. âOkay, what is happening between you two? I feel like I missed an entire chapter here.â
Sunghoon doesnât even glance at Heeseung. âNothingâs happening. Right, Y/N?â
âRight,â you reply, forcing a smile, but your voice sounds strained, even to your own ears.
Heeseung and Karina exchange a look, clearly unconvinced. âSure, whatever you say,â Karina murmurs with a smirk. âJust remember, denial isnât just a river in Egypt.â
Sunghoonâs lips twitch in amusement, and he finally looks away, leaning back in his chair as if nothing happened. But under the table, his foot is still lightly brushing against yours, sending sparks up your leg.
You bite the inside of your cheek, determined not to let him see how much heâs getting to you.
But you canât help itâthe sensation, the frustration, and the undeniable attraction between you are all mixing into one chaotic storm.
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The bell rings, signaling the end of lunch, and everyone begins to gather their things. You stand, trying to shake off the tension still lingering between you and Sunghoon, but Karina has other ideas.
âHey, Y/N,â she calls, grabbing your arm just as youâre about to head out. âCan I talk to you for a second?â
You nod, feeling a knot form in your stomach. She leads you to a quieter corner of the hallway, away from the crowd. You can tell by the look on her face that sheâs not letting this go.
Karina crosses her arms, tilting her head slightly. âOkay, seriously,â she starts, her voice low but pointed. âWhat the fuck was that back there?â
You blink, trying to feign ignorance. âWhat was what?â
She rolls her eyes. âDonât play dumb with me. You and Sunghoon⌠there was some serious tension at lunch. It was like watching a live soap opera, and I feel like Iâve missed a few episodes.â
You sigh, glancing around to make sure no one is listening in. âItâs nothing, Karina,â you insist, but even to your own ears, it sounds unconvincing.
Karina raises an eyebrow. âNothing? Really? Because from where I was sitting, it looked like something. A big something.â
You bite your lip, unsure of how much to tell her. âLook, we⌠we just donât get along. You know that.â
âYeah, but this felt different,â she replies, not letting up. âLike, I donât know, it almost seemed like⌠there was something more there.â
Her words hit a little too close to home, and you feel your cheeks heat up. âYouâre imagining things,â you say quickly, but Karinaâs not buying it.
She leans in closer, her expression turning more serious. âY/N, Iâm your best friend. I know when somethingâs up. And that? That was definitely something.â
You hesitate, torn between the urge to confide in her and the fear of admitting the truth. âItâs complicated,â you finally admit, your voice barely a whisper.
Karinaâs eyes widen with intrigue. âComplicated how?â
You swallow hard, looking away. âI donât even know how to explain it. Weâve just⌠been hanging out a little more lately. And things got⌠weird.â
âWeird how?â she presses, clearly not letting this go.
You take a deep breath, trying to find the right words. âWeâve been⌠hooking up,â you confess, your voice almost inaudible.
Karinaâs mouth falls open in shock. âWait, what? You and Sunghoon?â She looks like she doesnât know whether to laugh or gasp. âSince when?â
âA few weeks,â you admit, feeling a strange mix of relief and anxiety now that the secret is out.
Karina blinks, taking a moment to process. âAnd you didnât think to tell me?â
âI didnât think it would last this long,â you say defensively. âI thought it was just going to be a one-time thing, but then⌠it wasnât.â
Karinaâs expression softens slightly. âAnd how do you feel about it? About him?â
You shrug, trying to appear nonchalant. âI donât know. Itâs confusing. Half the time, I canât stand him. The other half⌠well, you saw how lunch went.â
Karina lets out a small laugh. âYeah, I did. Itâs like you two canât decide whether you want to kill each other or⌠not.â
You groan, leaning back against the wall. âThatâs exactly how it feels.â
Karina nudges you with her elbow. âJust be careful, okay? Sunghoonâs not exactly known for being straightforward with his feelings.â
You nod, appreciating her concern. âI know. Trust me, Iâm not expecting anything⌠much. Itâs just⌠whatever it is.â
Karina gives you a knowing smile. âAlright, but just remember, Iâm here if you need to talk. Or, you know, if you need me to kick his ass.â
You laugh, feeling some of the tension ease. âIâll keep that in mind.â
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As you walk back to class, you feel a little lighter, but also more uncertain than ever. Because now that Karina knows, it feels more real. And that scares you more than youâd like to admit.
You pause for a moment, letting your thoughts catch up to your racing heart. Sunghoon had admitted it first, hadn't he? In his own cryptic way, heâd confessed he wanted more than just the back-and-forth, more than just the thrill of the chase. You remember the way he looked at you that day, his eyes full of frustration and something else â something softer, something you werenât ready to face.
Heâd said he wanted you. Heâd practically dared you to deny that you wanted him, too. And ever since, youâve been trying to convince yourself that it didn't matter â that it was just some passing thing, some fling to fill the boredom. But it wasn't. It never was.
You sigh deeply, leaning back against the wall of the building. The memory of his words still lingers like a brand on your skin: "I want you." It had sounded so simple when he said it, so sure. Like he wasnât afraid of the mess that came with it.
Youâve been too afraid to admit it to yourself, but now⌠now it feels like youâve been fighting a battle thatâs already lost.
He confessed his feelings first, but youâve been holding back, afraid to let yourself feel the same. Afraid of what it might mean, of how it could change things between you. You thought you could control it, could manage the situation and keep your distance, but all youâve managed to do is dig yourself deeper into this mess.
Youâre tired. Tired of fighting your own heart, tired of pretending youâre unaffected. Tired of feeling like you're caught in this tug-of-war between desire and denial.
*Heâs already put himself out there,* you remind yourself. *He made the first move.* And that thought alone is enough to push you forward, to make you realize that maybe itâs your turn now. Your turn to decide if you want to keep running or if youâre brave enough to let yourself fall.
Pushing off the wall, you feel a wave of determination settle over you. If youâre going to do this, you need to find him and be honest. Not just with him, but with yourself.
Because you donât want to keep this back-and-forth going, this constant dance of pushing and pulling. You want to know where you stand â with him, and with whatever this thing between you is becoming.
You take a deep breath and start walking, knowing exactly where to find him. And this time, youâre not going to let him get away without an answer.
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You find Sunghoon by the lockers, leaning against the metal with that typical nonchalant pose he seems to have perfected. His head is tilted down, focused on his phone, but he looks up as you approach, sensing your presence. His eyes flicker with surprise for just a moment before his usual guarded expression returns.
âWhat do you want?â he asks, his voice laced with that familiar arrogance, but thereâs something else there, tooâan undercurrent of curiosity, maybe even hope.
You donât bother with pleasantries. âWe need to talk,â you say, crossing your arms over your chest. You try to sound firm, but even you can hear the slight waver in your voice. Sunghoon raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.
âOh, so now you want to talk?â he retorts, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. âAfter avoiding me all day?â
You roll your eyes, feeling the tension bubble up again. âI wasnât avoiding you,â you snap, even though you both know itâs a lie. âI just needed⌠time to think.â
He straightens up, slipping his phone into his pocket. âThink about what?â he asks, and his tone is a little softer now, less mocking.
You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of your next words pressing down on you. âAbout this. About us,â you say, your voice steadier now. âIâm tired of all this back and forth, Sunghoon. Iâm tired of pretending like thereâs nothing between us when we both know there is.â
His eyes search yours, and for a moment, his guard slips. âI told you how I felt,â he says quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. âYouâre the one who kept pretending it was just⌠nothing.â
You feel a pang of guilt twist in your stomach. âI know,â you admit, meeting his gaze head-on. âAnd I was wrong. I thought I could just⌠push it away, ignore it. But I canât. Not anymore.â
Sunghoonâs expression softens, just a little. âSo what are you saying?â he asks, his voice careful, as if heâs trying not to hope too much.
You swallow hard, forcing yourself to stay honest. âIâm saying⌠I want to figure this out. I want to try⌠whatever this is between us. But I need you to be real with me, Sunghoon. No more games.â
He takes a step closer, closing the distance between you, and you can feel your heart pounding in your chest. âIâve been real,â he says, his voice low and intense. âIâve been real since that night at Karinaâs party, and Iâve been waiting for you to catch up.â
Youâre taken aback by the sincerity in his words, by the way his eyes seem to bore into yours like heâs trying to see into your very soul. âIâm here now,â you reply, your voice barely a whisper.
Sunghoon takes another step closer, and now heâs right in front of you, his breath warm on your skin. âSo what do you want?â he murmurs, his hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair from your face. âDo you want me, or are you still trying to convince yourself you donât?â
Your breath catches in your throat, and for a moment, youâre not sure what to say. But then you realize youâve known the answer all along. âI want you,â you admit, your voice steady, finally letting the truth slip past your lips. âBut I donât want to keep pretending like itâs nothing. I want to try⌠something real. But I donât want it to be this constant push and pull, Sunghoon. I canât keep doing that.â
Sunghoonâs lips curl into a small, almost relieved smile. âThen letâs stop playing games,â he says softly, leaning in closer. âLetâs see where this goes, no more pretending. Just you and me.â
You feel a strange sense of relief wash over you at his words, a weight lifting from your chest. âOkay,â you whisper, and it feels like the most honest thing youâve said in a long time.
His smile widens just a fraction, and he closes the final distance between you, his lips brushing against yours in a way that feels both familiar and new. Itâs not the frantic, heated kisses youâve shared beforeâitâs slower, deeper, filled with a promise of something more.
And for the first time, you feel like youâre finally on the same page. Finally moving in the same direction.
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Over the next few weeks, things between you and Sunghoon change in ways you never could have anticipated. At first, itâs subtle â small shifts that only the two of you notice. You spend more time together between classes, sitting closer at lunch, and texting late into the night. The playful bickering is still there, but itâs softened somehow, more like an inside joke than a battle.
Your friends donât notice at first. Theyâre used to seeing you and Sunghoon together, arguing about this or that, so the extra time you spend with him doesn't raise any immediate red flags. But eventually, the signs become too obvious to ignore.
One day at lunch, youâre sitting next to Sunghoon, your legs brushing under the table. His hand casually rests on the back of your chair, his thumb occasionally grazing your shoulder. Jay, seated across from you, narrows his eyes, a slow smile spreading across his face. âOkay, whatâs going on?â he asks, his tone teasing but his eyes curious.
You glance over at Sunghoon, who just smirks. âWhat do you mean?â you reply, trying to sound nonchalant, but you can feel the flush creeping up your neck.
Jay gestures between the two of you. âThis,â he says, waving his hand. âYou two. Youâre being weird. Weird even for you two.â
Karina, whoâs been listening in, gasps. âOh my god,â she says, her eyes widening with realization. âAre you guys⌠together?â
The table goes silent for a second, everyone turning to look at you. Sunooâs eyebrows shoot up, and Jake leans forward, looking like heâs trying to solve a particularly complicated math problem.
Sunghoon leans back, crossing his arms over his chest with a grin. âDepends,â he says casually. âWhat do you think?â
You elbow him in the side, rolling your eyes at his vague answer. âYes,â you say, looking at your friends. âWeâre⌠together. Kind of.â
âKind of?â Sunghoon echoes, feigning offense, and you shoot him a playful glare.
âYes, kind of!â you insist, turning back to your friends, who are now staring at you like youâve just revealed youâre secretly an alien. âItâs⌠new.â
Heeseung chuckles. âI mean, Iâm not totally surprised,â he says, leaning back in his chair. âYou two have been like a powder keg waiting to explode for years.â
Yuna nods eagerly. âHonestly, it was about time,â she adds, and you canât help but laugh at her bluntness.
Jungwon, however, looks mildly concerned. âSo, youâre serious?â he asks, glancing between you and Sunghoon. âLike, actually serious?â
Sunghoon looks at you, his smile softening just a bit, and he nods. âYeah,â he says, and thereâs a sincerity in his voice that makes your heart skip a beat. âWeâre serious.â
Your friends take a moment to process this. Then Jake grins. âAlright,â he says, raising his glass of soda. âTo Y/N and Sunghoon. The enemies-to-lovers arc we didnât know we needed.â
You laugh, and everyone joins in, raising their glasses. Itâs strange, in a way, seeing everyone so quickly accept what feels like a massive shift in your life. But it also feels⌠right.
Ëŕ¨ŕ§âď˝ĄË â
Over the next few days, things become more obvious. You and Sunghoon are no longer trying to hide. He reaches for your hand in the hallways, and you let him. He kisses you on the cheek in front of the others, and they pretend to gag but smile knowingly when they think youâre not looking.
You catch Karinaâs eye one afternoon, and she gives you a grin thatâs part smug, part excited. She leans over, whispering, âSo⌠you finally admitted you like him, huh?â
You smile, shrugging a bit. âGuess so,â you say, and she laughs, nudging you with her elbow.
The hardest part, strangely enough, is getting used to the change yourself. Itâs still weird to not have to hide how you feel, to be able to smile at Sunghoon without wondering if anyone is watching. But with each passing day, it gets a little easier.
And itâs not like everything is perfect. You and Sunghoon still argue â of course, you do. Thatâs just how you are. But thereâs something different now, something that feels less like anger and more like⌠passion. Like youâre both on the same side, even when youâre bickering.
There are moments when you catch him looking at you from across the room, a small smile on his lips, and you feel a warmth spread through your chest. And in those moments, you know â this is real. This is right.
Your friends have stopped asking questions. Theyâve accepted that this is your new normal, and honestly, so have you. The only thing left to do is see where it takes you.
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Childhood Sweethearts | Bakugo Katsuki
Summary | You moved to America when you were young, having to leave behind your childhood sweetheart. After moving back to Japan, you'll find out if things have changed between you two
Content | Fluff, honestly I can't think of any warnings for this so let me know if you see anything that needs a warning
Word Count | 1.7k+
A/N | I love the idea of Bakugo being in love with someone through his whole life, I have no idea why. At the time of posting, I wrote this forever ago
It had been almost 5 whole years since you moved away. You missed home. It wasn't like you'd wanted to move away in the first place, but your dad's job took you away from Japan all the way to America.
Finally, at 18 years old, you finally convinced your parents to allow you to move home. Having attended an elite hero school for the past 2 years, you managed to have some special arrangements made for your return home.
And so, that is how you got to where you are now, nervously walking down the halls of UA next to Principal Nezu. He had spent the first half hour of the morning before classes began showing you around and explaining a few things to you.
At the start of homeroom at 8:25AM, he walks you to the classroom of Class 3-A, the class you will be joining, starting today.
Everyone looks over as the door opens, the principal strolling in and standing at the front of the class. You follow nervously. These people have had nearly 3 whole years to get to know each other, and here you are, the new girl joining in the final year, not knowing anyone.
At least, you didn't think you knew anyone, until you force yourself to look at the class properly.
Your eyes immediately fall on a blond boy in the second row. His own eyes are widened, locked onto you. A moment later, you rip your eyes away from him, prompting him to look away also.
When you realise Nezu has stopped speaking and is now looking at you, you snap out of it and look at the whole class.
"My name is Y/N. I have two Quirks, which I am sure I will have more time sometime soon to explain. I look forward to spending this year with you." You say and bow slightly to the class.
Your homeroom teacher, Aizawa, points you to your assigned seat, so you sit down quietly, not saying another word.
It isn't until lunch, almost four hours later, that you say anything else, besides answering questions in class. Your fourth period was English with Present Mic. Having lived in an English-speaking country for almost 5 years, it was quite an easy class for you.
Almost as soon as you are dismissed from class, you're surrounded by people, wanting to talk to you, get to know you. You're fine with that, but you did have someone else you wanted to talk to. They already walked out the door though.
"Y/N!" Someone says, popping up in front of you out of nowhere.
"Izuku!" You smile, excitedly throwing your arms around your old friend.
You see a brown-haired girl blushing as she watches you hugging Midoriya.
"I can't believe you're here! I didn't know you were coming back!"
You nod. "I know, I'm sorry I didn't say anything."
He shakes his head, wanting to reassure you. "It's okay! We fell out of touch, that's not anyone's fault."
Izuku invites you to spend lunch break with him and his friends, being introduced to them all, him explaining a little about how he got into UA at all.
After classes have finished for the day, you don't give Bakugo the chance to run. As soon as you're dismissed from class, you walk over to his desk, standing in front of it and resting your hands on the surface.
"It's nice to see you again, Katsuki." You smirk.
He looks up at you from his chair briefly, quickly looking away. âYeah, it is.â
You lean down so youâre closer to his height, him still avoiding eye contact. âWould you mind walking me back to the dorm? I havenât actually been there yet, Nezu didnât have time to take me.â
He tuts but stands up, picking up his bag and slinging it over your shoulder. Not saying a thing, he leaves the classroom, you following him. You know what heâs like, you know to follow.
As soon as you're out of the halls and outside, he decides to say something. "I didn't know you were coming back." He mutters.
You're just happy to hear him say something to you. "Yeah. I know."
He takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry."
You pause where you are, stunned. You hadn't expected him to apologise to you.
When you don't say anything, he sighs and turns to you, also stopping walking. "I shouldn't have stopped responding. I was upset you were gone, and I went about things in the stupidest way. I... I regret it."
It takes a moment for you to say anything, blinking in shock. "It's okay." You smile brightly up at him. "I understand. It was hard on both of us, after all."
"Yeah, but I ghosted you. I shouldn't have done that. Not to you, you don't deserve that."
"I agree you shouldn't have done it, dummy. But I'm saying I understand, okay?"
He smiles a little, looking down at you. "Come on, let's go to the dorms." He tugs on your backpack, indicating that you should take it off. When you do, he slings one strap over his shoulder, carrying it for you.
"Since when did you become a gentleman?" You ask with a small laugh, making him grunt a 'shut up' to you, his cheeks going slightly pink.
Finally reaching the dorms, Bakugo opens the door for you, letting you into the large building.
Everyone else is already there, the people in the communal area looking at you as you enter. Other than Izuku, people seem a little surprised to see you with Bakugo, and even more surprised that he doesn't look as annoyed as he typically does.
With everyone staring, Katsuki shoves your bag back into your arms before walking over to the stairs to go to his room.
You smile a little as you watch him, shaking your head.
Izuku is the first person to come up to you, smiling. "Everyone wants to get to know you a little. If you have some time, come sit with us?"
You do what he says, walking over and taking a seat between him and a boy with a black streak in mostly blond hair.
You end up spending a couple hours with them, telling them about your Quirk and what it's like to live in America. When they ask about you seemingly already knowing both Izuku and Katsuki, you tell them that you grew up with them.
A girl with pink skin, who you learn is Mina, asks you for some stupid stories about them as kids, Izuku going red and telling you that you don't have to talk about anything you don't want to, trying to save himself the embarrassment.
Even though you're unsure if Bakugo will be annoyed at you for telling them this, you also tell them a few stories from when you and him were dating before you left for America.
Everyone seems surprised, a small uproar coming from the class. No one had ever even seen an indication that he had ever been interested in anyone, yet alone had a girlfriend. It appeared to be a ludicrous idea to most of them.
Kaminari seems to deflate a little upon realising you dated one of his best friends. Guess he thought you were pretty.
Not long after, you go find your room, needing to unpack. Right before you close the door, a foot stops it from closing. A second later, Bakugo comes into view.
"Well, hello there." You smirk a little, looking up at him.
He smirks back, placing a hand on the doorframe, standing in front of you. "Hey. Care if I come in?"
You move out the way for him to come in but tell him it's a little messy because you're still unpacking.
He doesn't even look at the room, closing the door as soon as he's inside and standing close to you, essentially pinning you between him and the door.
That's when you really realise how much he's changed. He's so much taller now than when you last saw him, his shoulders broader, entire body more muscular, a few visible scars now. The whole thing makes you a little flustered.
"So, do you have a little American boyfriend now?" He asks with a slight snarl, expression turning into a smirk as soon as you shake your head. "No? Then, would you mind if I kissed you?" He whispers in your ear.
You don't verbally respond, but the look on your face gives him the answer he needs. He keeps one hand on the wall, the other coming to rest on your waist, leaning in and pressing his lips against yours. Your own hands find your way to his chest, gripping onto his shirt.
A moment later, he pulls away a little, smirking. "Guess we haven't missed a beat, huh?"
You laugh, not letting go of his shirt. "Suki, you're an ass." You say, making him laugh too.
"Yeah, but you love it." He whispers, leaning in to kiss you again. "It's starting to get late, and you haven't finished unpacking yet. If you wanted to stay in my room tonight, you're welcome to."
You look up at him, a little surprised by the proposal. When he sees the look on your face, he panics a small amount. "I didn't mean it like that! I meant we can spend the night sleeping together- no, not sleeping together! Not like that! I just meant- we- we can- I meant-"
You giggle at his nervousness, making him look a little angry. You move your hands to rest on his cheeks, standing on your tiptoes and smashing your lips against his.
When you finally break the kiss again, both a little breathless, he stares at you, mouth open slightly.
"Sorry, I had to find a way to shut you up." You smile. "I'd love to cuddle tonight, Suki."
He looks relieved, taking your hand. "Come on, let's go."
You spend the rest of the night in Bakugo's dorm, cuddling and eventually falling asleep in his bed.
Before he falls asleep, he spends a few moments just watching you, barely being able to believe that he got lucky enough to get you back into his life. He gives you a soft kiss on the forehead, holding you tighter, closing his own eyes and falling asleep.
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Being a professional masseur for players and taking care of our boy art.
Hes just so sad and so pretty that you just giving head to make him feel better đ
Plot twist: he falls in love with you because duh? Hot+sex=you being promoted pookie, you are now the donaldsons elite employes!!!!!!
Baby, show me where it hurts...
pairing: art donaldson x fem!reader
summary: you never intended on becoming a "celebrity" massage therapist. you just wanted to be a massage therapist, the whole celebrity thing just sort of happened, you blame cali for that. but the novelty of your job wore off long ago, you hardly blink at the clients on your table nowadays. that is until tashi duncan calls you and absolutely fucks everything up
â or: art donaldson needs a massage therapistâŚ
contains: 18+ SMUT MDNI, oral (m!receiving), oral (fem!receiving), p in v, fingering (fem!receiving), angst? maybe? could this be considered angst?, slight age gap, no tashi duncan erasure because i don't stand for that, cheating but not really cause tashi knows, she always knows, she is an all seeing eye, and she kind of orchestrates it, SOOOOO much plot, like way too much i'm sorry, art being sad and tired, art also being kinda pathetic a little bit, unprofessional massages, no use of y/n.
word count: 10k+ (someone stop me....pls still read this lmao)
author's note: this ask was blessedly placed in my inbox and it was all iâve thought about since. this is my first big fic since my mike schmidt days so hopefully i'm not rusty! i've seen this damn cursed hell movie ten times, so hopefully i do it justice. i'm also still struggling sooo much with art and tashi as characters so please bear with me if they aren't movie accurate i'm trying my best. okay. thank you. hope you love it! mwah xoxo.
You don't get starstruck often, not anymore at least. The clients that find their way onto your table are just that in your eyes, clients. You don't see them as big time "celebritiesâ. Just men and women who need your professional help.
That being said, you almost dropped your phone the first time the Tashi Duncan called you.
It was a normal work day for you, spent buried in paperwork and training a new secretary. You're folding the steam room towels on your lunch break when your phone rings. No caller ID, you answer it anyways.
"Hello, you've reached Lush Retreat Med Spa," you rattle off into your phone, placing it between your ear and shoulder to continue folding. "How can we help you?"
"This is Tashi Duncan calling for Art Donaldson, we've heard great things about you and were hoping to schedule an appointment."
The towel drops from your hands, your mouth falling open in shock. You reach up to tightly grip your phone, not wanting to embarrass yourself by dropping your phone with Tashi fucking Duncan on the end of the line.
Of course you know who she is, but doesn't everyone? The tennis prodigy from Stanford who was on top of the world when a tragic knee injury stole everything from her in a single second. You absolutely idolized her when you were in high school and playing tennis competitively. You watched all the recorded matches you could get your hands on, wore your DUNCANATOR shirts to practice constantly, only bought the tennis rackets she used. You had her fucking posters plastered on the walls of your old bedroom for Christ's sake.
That was until you, ironically, shattered your wrist in a car accident and had to hang up the racket and pleated skirts forever. Just like her.
Now, Tashi Duncan and Art Donaldson are California royalty. An unfairly beautiful couple living what seems to be the dream. You'd never kept up much with Art's career like you did Tashi's, but you follow them both on Instagram and you see his face on billboards all over the city almost daily so you can assume it was fruitful. It may help him that he's extremely easy on the eyes, or "super fucking hot!" in your coworkers words.
"Hello?" Her voice ringing out from the tiny speaker ripped you out of your thoughts and back into reality.
"Y-yes, sorry," you cringe internally at yourself, stuttering over your words like a loser. You force yourself to sound professional when you speak again, "We'd love to help you any way we can. Do you have a certain time and date in mind already?"
"We're not home right now, we were thinking next Thursday. Around four." There's no question mark on the end of her sentence, you know that she isn't asking you, she's telling you. You don't even bother to check the schedule before you're answering.
"We will be free that day. I'll go ahead and put you in our system." you rush over to the front desk computer and open the calendar, thankfully you are actually free for Thursday. "I'm assuming you know our location?" you ask as you type in the appointment details, ignoring how your fingers shake ever so slightly as you type Tashi into the slot.
"Actually," Tashi's voice has a different tone to it when she speaks again, itâs something you canât quite place, your fingers slow down slightly as you listen, "we wanted to make this a home visit."
You stop typing completely, brows furrowed in confusion as you stare at your computer screen. "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Donaldson but we don't do at home appointmentsâŚper our policy." you reply meekly, almost surprised that you're denying her.
"Duncan, actually,â she corrects you nonchalantly, you donât have time to unpack that before sheâs speaking again. âWe did read that on your website, but we'd hope you might make an exception. You wouldn't need to bring much. We have our own table." Her tone isn't harsh or impolite, just firm and certain, like she knows you'll give in to her.
You do.
"Well," you bite your lip as you wrestle internally with yourself, torn between what you want to do and what you should do. "Okay, we can do that for you."
"Great. I'll send you the address. See you then." She hangs up without saying goodbye.
You plant your phone next to you and stare at the filled out appointment slot taking up your computer screen, processing what just happened. You're going to Tashi Duncan's house. To give her hot pro-tennis player husband a massage. In their house.
"What the fuck."
SIX DAYS LATER...
The walk up to The Donaldson's huge mansion on a mountain has your stomach turning in on itself. All week you were a ball of nervous energy just floating around your office, trying to find anything to distract you from your upcoming appointment. Now that it's here, you feel you may have bitten off more than you could chew.
You hardly got any sleep last night, tossing and turning in your bed for hours before you gave up, barging into your building's gym to try and sweat your nerves out. When that didn't work you just retreated back to your apartment and got ready.
You try not to think about why it took you so long to get ready, longer than most work mornings. Taking more time in the shower, more time doing your hair, more time doing your makeup.
You even choose an outfit you'd hardly ever wear in front of regular clientele. A matching white polo set, a skirt in place of shorts. You tell yourself that you just want to look good, who wants to look like a mess in front of Tashi Duncan?
Your hands white-knuckle the steering wheel of your car on the drive over. You couldnât even play any music, the noise in your head already too loud as it was, only cranking up the AC and silently following the crisp voice of your GPS reading off the directions Tashi sent you.
The closer you get to the door the more you want to turn and run down the insanely long driveway, get back in your car and haul ass home without ever looking back.
You don't because you're a professional, or at least that's what you keep telling yourself.
Your hand shakes as you ring their doorbell, hearing it echo back at you from the inside. You only wait a few seconds before the large door swings open and there she is.
Tashi Duncan is every bit as beautiful in person as she is splashed across the pages of magazines and blown up twenty feet on billboards. She looks so effortlessly classy in her Ralph Lauren sweater and flowy black dress pants.
Your name falls from her lips, and all the blood rushes to your ears. Her silky voice wraps around each syllable with an enticing heat that makes you weak in the knees. You feel sixteen years old all over again, standing at the woman who basically molded you into who you are today. It's a dizzying sensation, the rush of nostalgia and emotions flooding in like an avalanche. The memories you have locked away in your brain of the countless late night practices, the hundreds of hours spent on the court, the trophies and ribbons littering your moms basement collecting dust, the refusal to give up and pushing your body past its own limits because you wanted to be just like her. You wanted to be Tashi Duncan, and when you catch yourself nervously rubbing your thumb over the scar spanning your right wrist, you guess in some sick twisted way that you kind of are.
"So glad you could make it," she greets breezily, stepping to the side to let you in. âWe were worried youâd get lost.â
The house is, of course, beautiful on the inside. Tall ceilings, big fireplace, a beautiful staircase leading to the second floor. Thereâs toys strewn messily along the living room floor, the TV mounted on the wall is paused on ESPN.
You hope you donât look as crazy as you feel taking in the space, taking in the fact that Tashi is standing right in front of you.Â
âNo, the directions were very helpful,â your voice only slightly wavers as you respond, you count that as a win, âitâs a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. DonaldsâuhâDuncan.â You cringe at your fumble, but try to power through by extending Tashi your hand.
She watches you for a second, sharp eyes flicking over your body quickly like sheâs inspecting you. It makes your cheeks feel warm as you struggle to not squirm underneath her gaze. Finally, she takes your hand in hers and gives it a firm shake. You ignore the way her touch makes your palm burn.
âArt should already be in the massage room, itâs in the pool house,â Tashi says, gesturing to the huge windows in the living room showing off a lavish underground pool with a smaller building situated next to it, âI have to take a phone call here in a few minutes so I trust youâll find your way there.â
You nod slowly, adjusting the strap of your supply bag on your shoulder. Tashi doesn't even pause walking further into the house as she speaks to you, heels clicking with each step as she makes her way to the large staircase in the middle of the room. Thereâs still no question marks tacked on to the end of her sentences, just like over the phone.Â
âItâs just through that door, first room on the left. I told him to leave the door open for you.â She continues, reaching the stairs and making her way up slowly. She tosses her head over her shoulder to make eye contact with you again. âHeâs been complaining about his shoulder acting up. The right one, itâs what needs the most attention. He serves with that arm, we need it at a hundred.â she fires off casually, like sheâs recited this information before.
You go to speak but her phone ringing cuts you off, echoing off the house's crisp white walls. âThank you for coming to see us, it was nice meeting you.â Tashi says politely, giving you one final once over before sheâs answering her phone and disappearing up the stairs.
âIt was nice meeting you tooâŚâ you trail off quietly, fully caught off guard by whatever the hell that was. Out of every single time youâd fantasized about what meeting Tashi Duncan would be like, none of them were quite like this. At least itâs over you figure, and you even managed to not make a complete fool of yourself.
You hold onto that tiny win as you walk through the living room doors and outside, making your way to the pool house like Tashi instructed. The entrance is unlocked as you step inside, thankfully you spot the cracked door a little ways in front of you.Â
The sound of your footsteps are loud as you make your way down the short hallway, tennis shoes making small thump sounds against the concrete floor. You pause for just a second outside the cracked door, taking a deep breath before pushing it open and stepping inside. The room is empty, the only things inside are some shelves lined with various essential oils and lotions, and an expensive looking massage table in the center. You muse over the fact that their table looks a little better than the ones in your own spa, no wonder they wanted a home visit.
The room is well lit as you walk around, dim in a way that promotes relaxation. The soft, ambient lighting bathes the room in a gentle, golden glow, complemented by the flicker of aromatic candles placed strategically around the space. You wonder who lit them, Tashi? Or maybe Art? You let out a small laugh at the idea of Tashi Duncan and Art Donaldson fawning over the room before you showed up, setting up candles and mood lighting to make it feel nicer, less clinical.
Youâre probably just reading too much into it. You always urge clients to ask for anything that will make them feel more comfortable, apparently Art just likes eucalyptus sage candles and mood lighting. It has nothing to do with you.Â
Your name being said from somewhere behind you rips you out of your own mind. You whirl around, and find yourself face to face with six time Grand Slam Champion, Tashi Duncanâs super hot husband, Art Donaldson. And heâs only wearing a fucking towel.
âHello,â he greets with a kind smile, though it doesnât quite reach his eyes, âitâs nice to finally meet you, thank you so much for taking the time to come out here.âÂ
Art is already worlds different from Tashi, or thatâs what youâre inferring after spending less than five minutes with each of them. Itâs still extremely apparent, Tashi has an almost overpowering presence to her, everything about her commands respect and she knows that. She uses that to her advantage, she likes it like that.
The man standing in front of you is nothing like that. The Art Donaldson in front of you doesnât seem like some big shot tennis player with more impressive stats than you could wrap your head around. Youâve come to know that a few pro-sports guys like to swing their dicks around, bragging about their booming careers non-stop during a session. Yet everything about Art is unassuming as he stands in the doorway like heâs trying to make himself look smaller.Â
âHi, Mr. Donaldson,â youâre not sure if it's appropriate to offer a man wearing a towel dangerously low on his hips your hand, you decide against it. âItâs no trouble really, Iâm happy to help.â
âPlease, call me Art.â The tone of his voice makes you want to shiver, smooth and warm like honey.Â
You try your best not to stare, but itâs so hard to ignore the toned expanse of Artâs body when itâs right there. Heâs all broad shoulders, firm pecs, sculpted legs, with a cut Adonis belt. Heâs like a marble statue, made in Michelangelo's perfect image.
Your eyes trail back up his body, lingering on his chest before rising up to his face. Youâre mortified to see heâs staring right back at you, effectively catching you in the act. Your cheeks burn as you tear your gaze away, looking at anything and everything other than him. In your panic, you donât notice the way his eyes rake over you in the same way.
âOkay, Art,â you say a little breathlessly, tightening your grip on the strap of your bag. âItâs nice to meet you. Mrs. Duncan let me know about your major problem areas, Iâll be sure to focus on them.â Involuntarily bringing up Tashi has your stomach clenching up in guilt, you just got done ogling her husband's body. You hope he takes the silent cue you're giving him to get on the damn table so you can start the massage and get the hell out of here.
Art nods silently, walking over to the table and moving to lie down on his stomach. You busy yourself with prepping your oils, taking them out of your bag and setting them on a small side table next to the massage bed uncapped for easy access. You canât help but sneak glances at the rippling muscle of Artâs back as he shifts, his skin looks soft and is littered with freckles. You donât miss the hiss he lets out when he lays his weight on his shoulder.
You usually donât speak much during appointments, only engaging in conversation when your client initiates it, but you feel the need to fill the silence between you and Art. The quiet atmosphere makes everything seem far too intimate, and sure on some level it always is, but this feels different.
âHowâd you hurt it? Your shoulder. If you donât mind me asking.â you ask once heâs settled, placing your fingertips to the middle of his right shoulder, feeling around for any tension. Art tenses slightly at your touch, taking a sharp breath. You guess you should have warned him, you open your mouth to apologize but he lets out a small breath and relaxes onto the table again.
Art sighs, his voice tinged with weariness. "It was, uh, during a match. I overextended trying to return a serve. Haven't been able to move it properly since."
You nod, hands starting to move in slow, deliberate circles across the muscle. âThat sounds about right. Most people donât realize how brutal tennis is to the body, injuries are common,â you pointedly try to ignore the flashbacks of your wrist failing to swing a racket properly after you healed from your accident, flashbacks of watching as the bone pierced through your skin. âSounds like you might need to take it easy for a while.â you continue, trying to keep the conversation light.
Art chuckled, though it was devoid of real humor. "Yeah, Iâve been playing a lot lately. Guess I pushed myself too hard." He winces slightly as you work on a particularly tight knot, shoulder tensing under your hands.Â
You pause, your hands stilling momentarily as you catch the underlying tension in Art's voice. "The seasonâs almost over, maybe it's time to give yourself a break, take some time to rest and recuperate." you remark softly, your tone gentle yet concerned.
Art's gaze flickers to yours, a flicker of vulnerability shining through. "I wish I could," he admits, his voice heavy, "But it's hard to step away, especially when it feels like it's all I have thatâs still keeping everything together."
Your heart clenches at the raw honesty in his words. Heâs completely silent afterwards, you wonder if heâs regretting telling you something like that, like maybe it just fell out of his mouth before he could stop it. Without a word, you continue to knead away the tension in his muscles, offering a silent gesture of support.
As you continue to work, hands skillfully moving over Artâs shoulder, you canât help but notice the weariness in Art's demeanor. His presence feels heavy, almost broken, as if the physical pain was just a small part of what he was carrying. You feel a pang of sympathy for him. You can feel the weight of struggles pressing down on him, the way his shoulders sag slightly even under your careful touch.
âI can feel the tension here," you say gently, applying a little more pressure, "Just try to relax.âÂ
With each knead and press, you remind yourself of your role. Youâre here to help him heal, and that was all that mattered. But as your hands move over his warm skin, you canât shake the feeling that this wasnât what you had anticipated, something that made your heart race with both excitement and anxiety. You were so worried about meeting Tashi you completely forgot about Art. Itâs a different story now as your hands explore the smooth planes of his back to the steady sound of his breathing.
"You're really good at this," Art says after a while, his voice a bit lighter.Â
You smile, a genuine one, the first real smile youâve had since you got here. âThanks. Iâd hope so after all this time.â
Art lets out a small chuckle muffled by the table, it makes your stomach flutter. âHow did you get into this? Massage therapy seems interesting.â
You laugh but itâs a bitter sound, moving your hands down to focus lower on Artâs shoulder. You try not to think about your tennis career, even after all this time you struggle with the memories despite all the good it brought you. âThatâs a long story.â you mutter under your breath, even to your own ears you sound resentful.
âIâve got time.â Itâs a simple reply, but itâs so honest. Like Artâs genuinely interested in you, in getting to know you. It makes you feel dizzy.
âI, um,â you worry your lip between your teeth, working your hands harder over Artâs back. âI actually used to play tennis. When I was in high school.â
Art makes an interested noise, shifting under your hands as he moves his head to lay on the side of the table so he could look up at you. âNo shit?â he looks more shocked than anything.Â
You nod, humming in confirmation as you finally move onto his other shoulder. âYup, I was pretty serious about it back then, until I got injured.â You donât meet Artâs gaze, but you can see how his face falls in your peripheral vision. You kind of want to laugh at how ironic this moment is, you wonder if Artâs thinking about Tashiâs knee. You know he was at the match, youâve seen the blurry footage of Tashi Duncanâs fall from grace, watched Art vault over the net to get to her.
âThatâs awful. Iâm sorry.â He sounds like he means it.
âItâs okay, wasn't like it was my fault or anything,â you say, finally meeting his eyes with a rueful smile and raising your right wrist to show him your scar. âI got hit by a drunk driver coming home late from practice one night. Nasty fracture, bone went straight through.â You hope your voice is coming out as nonchalant as youâre trying to make it sound.
Art's eyes widen in disbelief as he takes in your scar, a mixture of shock and sympathy evident on his face. "Wow, that's...terrible," he murmurs, his voice tinged with compassion.
You shrug, the memories still vivid despite the passage of time. "It was tough, it was awful actually. All the physical therapy in the world couldnât get a racket back in my hand,â you confess softly, fingers tracing the outline of the scar absentmindedly again. âBut it also forced me to reevaluate things, in a way. It made me realize that life doesn't always go according to plan.â You see Tashiâs knee buckling in your mind's eye. âWhen I finally realized that I could take all the hate and all the anger I was feeling and channel it into something good, something like massage therapy, I never looked back."
You immediately regret over-sharing, feeling silly telling Art your sob story, but when you meet his eye again, he has an odd look on his face. His expression is soft as he looks up at you through long lashes, understanding and empathy swimming in the blue of his eyes.
"Well, silver linings, huh?" he says after a few seconds, thereâs traces of a smile playing on his lips. You let out a small laugh, nodding your head slightly.
"Yeah," you agree, a small smile on your lips. "Silver linings."Â
As the conversation fades into a comfortable silence, you and Art find yourselves locked in a silent exchange, your eyes meeting and holding a depth of something you canât quite pick up on. In that moment, the world around you seems to blur, leaving only the two of you suspended in a shared moment of vulnerability. There's a subtle shift in the air, a silent acknowledgment of the bond that has formed between you, as if you've uncovered a piece of each other.
The shrill ringing of your phoneâs alarm pierces through the moment, both you and Art jump at the sudden sound. Itâs like a cold bucket of water pouring over your head, washing away whatever just happened between the two of you. The sessionâs over, youâre done.Â
âOkay,â you say a little too loudly, taking your hands off Art's back like his skin could burn you any second. âLooks like weâre all done.â You try to smile but it feels fake, forced, so you turn your back to Art and start capping your oils to shove them back in your bag.
Artâs voice breaks the silence as you pack up, sounding a little less confident than it did earlier. âUh, my neck has been bothering me too, recently,â he says offhandedly as he sits up, swinging his legs over the edge of the table. âI think I may have slept on it wrong.â
You stop what youâre doing, turning to face Art again, silently cursing him for not just letting you leave. âDo you want me to take a look before I go?â You pray he says no. You should know it wonât be that easy, not with your shit luck.
âIf you donât mind?â His tone is so hopeful and his eyes are so big that your feet are walking towards him before your mind can catch up.Â
âNot at all,â you reply, your voice steady despite the tightness in your chest. You step closer, practically between his slightly spread legs, feeling the warmth of his skin even before you touch him. Your fingers brush against his neck, and he shivers slightly, the muscles tight and knotted beneath your touch.
"Just relax," you murmur, trying to maintain any shred of professional demeanor. As you work, you can't help but notice the way his breath hitches, the tension in his body melting away under your skilled hands. The room feels smaller, the air heavier with each passing second.
He closes his eyes, a soft sigh escaping his lips. "That feels amazing," he whispers, and you swallow hard, trying to focus solely on the task at hand. As you work, the intimacy of the moment isn't lost on you, and you can't help but wonder if he feels it too.
Minutes tick by like hours as you work the tense muscle of Artâs neck. You're acutely aware of every sigh, every shift in his body, every subtle reaction to your touch. You finally pull away when you think itâs been enough time, eager to get out of this damn house before you do something youâll regret.
You didnât notice how close you really were to Art until you pulled back only to be met with his face mere inches away from yours. Startled by the sudden proximity, you freeze, caught off guard by the intensity of Art's gaze. His eyes, dark and searching, seem to hold a silent question, a silent invitation.
Now, Artâs body is one thing, itâs objectively perfect. Heâs a professional athlete, of course itâs perfect. It has to be perfect. Itâs his damn face that gets you.
Heâs beautiful, beyond beautiful. He looks like he should be splayed across canvas hanging in the Louvre. The dim lighting in the room illuminates his face beautifully, his golden hair haloing around his head makes him look ethereal. Each of his features look as if they were handcrafted by a master sculptor, each contour and line a testament to perfection. His chiseled jawline speaks of strength and determination, while his lips, soft and inviting, seem to beckon you closer with every breath. His eyes are deep pools of ocean blue, though this close you can see a small splash of brown in his left eye you didnât notice before, swirling with emotions that stir something deep within you.Â
Something more shocking than Artâs beauty, is how fucking tired he looks. Lines of exhaustion are etched along his face, subtle but undeniable. The weariness in his eyes speaks volumes, a silent plea for respite from the relentless demands of tennis. And yet, even amidst the exhaustion, there's a flicker of longing. Heâs staring at you like he needs you, eyes wide and yearning. His chest rising and failing a little more harshly than it did before, each exhale coming out ragged and sharp.
âArtâŚâ you whisper, heart threatening to beat out of your chest. Heâs so warm, the heat emitting off of him makes you want to lean into it. You want to crawl on top of his powerful thighs and bury your face in his chest and never leave. Your hands flex where theyâre draped over Artâs neck.
It happens in slow motion, Artâs hand trails up the skin of your thigh as your name falls from his lips like a prayer, and itâs like youâve been electrocuted. Youâre rearing back with a sharp breath, dropping your hands from his neck and taking a couple steps back.Â
âIt was really nice to- uh to meet you, Art.â you say frantically, swinging your bag firmly over your shoulder and rushing to the door. Artâs still sitting on the table, silently watching you panic. He doesnât try to stop you. âI hope your shoulder feels better,â is all you say before bursting out the door and speed walking out of the pool house.Â
Your heart's racing as you walk through the backyard, hands shaking even through the death grip you have on the strap of your bag. What the hell was that? What the hell was that? Did Art Donaldson just make a pass at you? You must be imagining things.Â
The thought rattles around in your mind, refusing to be dismissed. His words, his toneâthey seemed to linger in the air, haunting you with their implications. The way he touched you, like he couldnât help himself. But no, it couldn't be. He was married to Tashi, and besides, he was just being polite, right? You try to convince yourself of that as you make your way back to the house.
As you walk inside, still slightly shaken up, Tashiâs the first thing you see. Sheâs sitting in the living room, laptop open on the coffee table in front of her.Â
âHey,â she says, sitting up straighter on the coach, âhow was it?â
You swallow, urging yourself to calm down. âIt was great, he should be seeing some improvement over the next few days.â
Tashi nods her head, seemingly pleased though it doesnât show on her face. âCould this be a weekly thing, these appointments. He could really use them.âÂ
No question marks. Motherfucker.
You flounder, stomach dropping. âWeekly? As in every Thursday?â
Tashiâs brow raises, eyes looking over you inquisitively. âYes, preferably all home visits.âShe stands from the couch, taking a couple steps towards you. âWe read on your website you take permanent clients, is that not the case anymore.â
You shake your head, eyes wide as they follow her while she walks. âN-no, Mrs. Duncan we do. We could pencil you in if youâre willing to pay monthly for the time slot. Would you like to talk to some of my other employees to work out a rotating schedule?â
Tashi stops a few feet away from you, hands in her pockets. âActually, we were hoping youâd be the one coming down. The only one.â You blink, her words slam over you like a ton of bricks. Just you, in a room with a half-naked Art. Every single Thursday. That canât happen, not after what just went down between the two of you.
You can practically hear the warning bells blaring in your mind, urging you to refuse, to put an end to this before it spirals out of control. Yet, there's another voice, quieter but no less insistent, whispering seductive promises of what could be if you were to stay.
Your heart pounds in your chest as you grapple with the conflicting desires warring within you. Tashi's expectant gaze weighs heavily on you, waiting for your response, and you know that whatever decision you make will irrevocably alter the course of things between you and Art. With a shaky breath, you steel yourself, the weight of your choice settling like a stone in your stomach.
"I...I'll do it," you finally say, the words leaving your lips before you can stop them. "I'll make sure to pencil you in for weekly sessions, Mrs. Duncan."
Tashi's lips curve up slightly, satisfied, but beneath the surface you can sense the tension thrumming through the air. You've made your choice, for better or for worse, and now you can only hope that it won't lead to the downfall of everything you've worked so hard to build.
âWonderful,â she says, gesturing for you to follow her to the front door. You trail behind her like a loyal pet, silently allowing her to drag you wherever she pleases. âThank you again for coming out, and please,â she pauses with her hand on the doorknob, turning to meet your eye, âcall me Tashi.â
"Thank you, Tashi," you murmur softly, the weight of her name feeling foreign on your tongue when youâre actually saying it to her for the first time. "I'll make sure to arrange everything at the office."
Tashi's smile widens, though there's a glint of something unreadable in her eyes. "I look forward to seeing you, then," she says, her tone laced with a hint of anticipation. "And please, if there's anything you need, don't hesitate to reach out."
With a final nod, Tashi opens the front door, the outside world beckoning beyond its threshold. You take a hesitant step forward, the weight of your decision pressing down on your shoulders like a heavy burden. As you step out into the cool evening air, you can't shake the feeling that you've just crossed a line from which there may be no turning back. But for now, all you can do is steel your nerves and hope that you haven't made a huge mistake.
A LITTLE MORE THAN SIX DAYS LATERâŚ
Your sessions with Art continue on. The guilt settling deep in your stomach each time you set foot in the Donaldson/Duncan house also continues. It worsens each time the two of you are alone in that damned massage room. Technically youâve done nothing wrong, but you know deep in the back of your mind that what youâre doing isnât normal. Each meeting is a strange mixture of tension and familiarity. When you arrive, Tashi always greets you warmly, her trust in you unwavering. It feels like a dagger each time, twisting deeper and deeper into your conscience.Â
Neither of you talk about it, what happened during your session, and Art doesnât treat you any differently. He still goes out of his way to make polite conversation, asking you about your life, about your business, he even brings up old anecdotes you told him offhandedly. He doesnât talk about tennis, and he has to know you can keep up in conversation with it since you told him about your history with it, you just assume he doesnât want to.Â
That makes sense, you always think back to the first time he met you. How he brushed off any conversation about his career, how his demeanor changed when he spoke about it. How drained he looked. There was a sadness in his eyes, a weight he carried that seemed to go beyond just a few standard aches and pains. You remember how it struck you then, and it strikes you still, each time you see him.
His shoulder is getting better, you can tell. He can lay on it, or raise it above his head, without wincing. That makes your heart swell, knowing that despite how weird and kind of fucked up everything is, heâs healing.Â
The familiar sound of your timer ringing pulls you out of your thoughts. Youâre shocked at how fast this appointment flew by, but you could tell as soon as you walked into the massage room to find Art already sitting on the table waiting for you, that something about this session feels different. Itâs silly to call it âsensing a bad vibeâ, but thatâs exactly what you felt entering the room's threshold.Â
Art didnât speak much as you worked, just laying on the table silently after saying hello and asking you about your week. The silence is definitely odd, Artâs not a chatterbox by any means, but he usually keeps some form of conversation flowing. After a while, you start to think it might be something you did, like maybe heâs mad at you. It sounds so stupid in your head, like youâre some poor high school girl getting hung up over a fucking guy giving you the silent treatment.
The only thing more stupid than that is how much itâs actually affecting you. Art has you over analyzing everything youâve said or done over the last couple visits, you dread that maybe he just came to his senses after all this time. That he finally snapped out of whatever trance he was in and remembered he has a beautiful wife, and that he doesnât really want you.
âAlright,â you say softly, stepping away from the table, âAll done.â As you turn off the timer and gather your thoughts, you can't shake the feeling that something is off. You force yourself to bury it, Art doesnât owe you an explanation, he doesnât owe you anything. You arenât his.
You glance over at him as he slowly sits up, his expression unreadable. "Thank you," he murmurs, his voice barely audible. You offer a small smile in return, trying to squash all the ugly feelings mixing in your stomach. You turn to busy yourself with packing up, feeling a weird sense of dĂŠjĂ vu.
Artâs voice cuts through the silence, sounding weary. âAre we still pretending it didnât happen?â
It catches you off guard, making you drop the bottle in your hands back onto the table loudly. Your heart races as you turn back to face him, unsure of how to respond. The weight of his words hangs heavy in the air, demanding a response youâre not sure youâre ready to give.
You take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. âI...I donât know,â you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. âI guess I was hoping we could justâŚforget about it.â
Artâs eyes search yours, filled with a mixture of longing and uncertainty. âI donât think I can,â he confesses, his voice tinged with sadness.
The same feelings from that day rush back in your mind, flooding all your senses. It's as if time folds in on itself, bringing you right back to that moment where everything changed. You feel panic clawing its way up your body, fight or flight response waging a war inside of you.
You chose flight, shoving the last bottle in your bag and making a break for the door. Ready to run just like you did back then, run and come back next week with your tail between your legs desperately trying to forget that this ever happened, again. Artâs voice stops you just as you have your hand on the doorknob.
âPleaseâŚâ he whispers, he sounds so broken, so vulnerable. âPlease, donât run.â
You donât know what it is, maybe itâs the way heâs looking at you, or the repressed feelings, or your shitty back bone, but whatever it is makes you pause, hand falling off the doorknob to lay limp at your side. You turn back to face him, the raw need in his eyes mirrored by your own emotions. It tugs at your heart, making it impossible to leave. You feel a surge of guilt and hesitation, but the longing in his gaze holds you captive. Slowly, you make your way towards him, taking small slow steps like you could still leave at any minute, but you know you wonât.
You walk until youâre crowding him, standing between his spread legs just like you did all those sessions ago. His eyes are wide, almost disbelieving, like he thought youâd turn around and slam the door on him instead. Which is what you should do, you should walk out that door right now and never step foot in their house again.Â
Art whispers your name, his voice a soft caress that sends sparks zapping down your spine. You're close enough to feel his breath fanning over your face, warm and intimate. You inhale, like youâre trying to absorb his words, his essence, his everything.Â
His hand takes yours, bringing it up to his chest. He presses it firmly against his pec, right on top of his heart. You can feel the rapid, uneven thumping beneath your palm. His thumb caresses your wrist gently, making goosebumps pebble over your skin.
Itâs easy to get lost in Artâs eyes, so youâre shocked to notice something that very quickly grabs your attention. Artâs towel is tented obscenely, hard cock straining against the thick material. You swallow roughly at the sight, feeling the need to touch, to take, to help.
Your knees hit the floor before you fully realize the entire gravity of what youâre doing. You donât care about any of that anyway, not right now.Â
Right now Art Donaldson is swiping his thumb across the scar on your wrist with his big sparkly eyes desperately looking into yours, unashamedly begging for you to touch him.Â
Who are you to deny him?
Your hands find the knot of his towel and yank it roughly, ripping it off Art's hips and tossing it aside. His hard cock springs out, slapping up against his stomach enticingly. Your mouth waters at the sight of him, pleased to see heâs perfect all over.Â
Artâs cock is long, and thick. Heâs big, but in an exciting way, not in an intimidating way. Heâs already steadily drooling pre-cum from his soft pink tip, already so hard and you havenât even touched him yet. You reach up, tracing your finger along the length of him lightly. Art inhales, his eyes fluttering closed as you touch him for the first time. The anticipation in the room is palpable, a heady mix of desire and need that seems to swirl around you both.
You circle your hand around the base of his cock, stroking up and up until your hand bumps into the head, where you start to rub your thumb back and forth gently, spreading the wetness from his pre-cum before sliding your hand back down. Slowly, you lean in, placing a soft kiss on the tip of his cock before taking him into your mouth, savoring the taste of him as he groans deeply, hands gripping the massage table tightly.
âShit,â he grits out, casting his gaze to the ceiling, chest already heaving raggedly.Â
You slide the warmth of your mouth down the shaft of his cock, moaning at the heady taste of him, skin soft and velvety on your tongue.Â
âFuck, your mouthâŚâ Art whispers above you, his words trailing off into a string of breathy moans. You hum in response, working his cock faster to draw out more of those noises. Hollowing your cheeks, you sink down towards the circle of your fist still holding the base of his cock with wet, slippery slurping sounds. Artâs hand lets go of the table, coming up to cup your cheek in a move way too intimate for what the two of you are doing.
You chance a look up, and your heart skips several beats at what you see. Artâs already staring down at you, his face twisted up in pleasure. His pale cheeks are flushed, brows drawn together tightly, plush bottom lip caught between his teeth. All that is enough to make you feel ten feet tall, but thatâs not what makes you pause.
Itâs his eyes, the way Artâs looking at you.
The look in his eyes isâŚworshipful. Reverent. Like youâre a celestial being, a divine grace walking among mortals. Not some girl on her knees for a married man in his houseâs private fucking massage room.
Yet the longer you hold his gaze, while still working your mouth over his hard cock, you feel something strange stirring inside you. Artâs eyes holding such a longing reverence so intense, it was starting to elevate you to a pedestal of adoration. Of devotion.
Right now Artâs like the sun, burning so brightly you feel you need to look away before he consumes you, but you donât.
âPlease,â Art begs desperately, voice so soft you barely even hear it. Thereâs tears welling in his eyes, his red rimmed and so so tired looking eyes. It breaks your heart, how could such a wonderful man be reduced to this?
You pull off Artâs cock, hand still pumping firmly over him. He whines at the loss of your mouth, hips bucking up to chase after the warm heat. His tip bumps over your lips as he moves, trailing a thin line of pre-cum across them.
Without breaking eye contact, you speak.
âYouâre so good, Art.âÂ
Itâs those four words whispered against the tip of Art's leaking cock that has him coming with a hitched breath and a soft cry. A few bursts of his warm come land over your parted lips before you take the head of his cock back in your mouth to greedily swallow down the rest.Â
"Thank you, fuck, thank you...!" Art grates out as his body trembles above you, hand squeezing yours so hard it borders on painful. You know youâre never coming back from this, but you still squeeze back as hard as you can all the same.
A LITTLE MORE THAN SIX DAYS LATERâŚ
Maybe this is just your life now, fucking the husband of the woman you worshiped like a God for years on end. Itâs like you canât stop, like youâre an addict or something. No matter how disgusting and shameful you feel every time you get home from Artâs appointments, you canât help but give into him. Itâs a twisted dance, a cycle of pleasure and regret that you canât seem to break. One look into his sad, kicked puppy eyes and you crack. Youâve convinced yourself it's just you reveling in the feeling of being truly wanted for the first time. But deep down, you know itâs more than that. Itâs the way he makes you feel alive, the way he looks at you like youâre the only thing that matters in his world.
Art wants you. He needs you. Heâs made that more than clear every single visit since you dropped down on your knees for him. The guilt gnaws at you, a constant reminder that you can't escape. Yet, every time you see him, every time he reaches out to you with that desperate need in his eyes, you find yourself powerless to resist.Â
Youâve never kissed, not on the lips. Artâs certainly tried, lips seeking yours out as your oiled up fist slips up and down his cock, as you sit on his lap and grind against him until heâs dirtying his towel. You just turn your head every time, letting him trail kisses along your jaw and neck instead somehow feels less real. Kissing Art will make it feel real, you know it will. So you donât.
Funnily enough, you think things are going well. Maybe even as well as getting a married man off every Thursday can go. You can see a change in Art, in his behavior and the way he holds himself. He smiles more, he laughs more, itâs like heâs giving more of himself to you each time you meet with him. Itâs exhilarating, the way your presence has this effect on him, almost as if youâre breathing new life into him.
Artâs newfound lightness is infectious. You find yourself looking forward to Thursdays with an anticipation that borders on impatience. The way he looks at you, the tender touches that linger just a bit longer, the conversations that flow more freelyâit all feels like a dream youâre afraid to wake up from.Â
You should have known it was too good to be true, that this little world you created in your head was just the calm before the storm.
Everything about this session was normal to start. Itâs a little less intense since Artâs shoulder is doing better, now you have free reign over the rest of his body. Greedy hands free to glide over the planes and planes of muscle youâve become familiar with.
As you work on his lower back, your hands moving in practiced, soothing motions, you notice a subtle rigidity in his muscles. âEverything alright?â you ask, keeping your tone light.
Art hesitates before answering. âYeah, justâŚa lot on my mind.â
You frown, âDo you want to talk about it?â
Art stays quiet, still laying silently on the table face down. You stare at the back of his head, like if you stare hard enough youâll be able to tell what heâs thinking. Taking his silence as not wanting to talk, you continue on. You donât want to pressure him to confide with you, not when he already has a wife for that.
As your hands continue to move over Art's tense shoulders, he lets out a deep sigh, breaking the silence. "I need you,â he whispers softly, his voice filled with an unexpected vulnerability. He shifts on the table, leaning up to look you in the eye; his own eyes are watery, lashes clumped together with unshed tears. âIt's not just the massages. I need you in my life, no more of this half-assed bullshit. I need all of you.â
You feel your whole world turn upside down in a single second, the distinct feeling of your heart lurching out of your chest and your stomach dropping to your feet. Itâs like the walls of the room start moving in on you, caging you in. It makes your chest feel tight, breath coming out in short jagged rasps. Panic grips you, and you violently rip your hands off Artâs body, stumbling back from the massage table.
 "I-I'm sorry, I can't," you stammer, voice choked with emotion, as you turn to flee from the room, not even bothering to grab your stuff. But before you could escape, Art was right behind you, reaching out to catch your wrist, his grip gentle yet firm. "Please don't go, please," he begs, his eyes pleading with you to stay and talk. You wrench your hand free and run out of the room.Â
You think you hear Art calling out your name through all the static rushing through your ears, but youâre not sure, and you donât look back to check. Your feet pound against the tile as you run out of the pool house feeling like youâre about to throw up, or pass out. Artâs confession is the only thing running through your mind. The only thing thatâs still clear through your dizzying panic.
You finally start to breathe again when you burst into the house, leaning back against the cool glass of the door to try and relax before you start to spiral. The silence inside is almost oppressive, the only sound the rapid thudding of your heart in your ears. You close your eyes, willing yourself to calm down, to find some semblance of control.
Your name being said grabs your attention, and you open your eyes to find Tashi at the top of the stairs.
âIs everything okay? I heard the door slam.â Her expression is a mix of concern and confusion as she takes a few steps down. You push yourself off the door, you need to leave as soon as possible, before Tashi can reach you and coerce you into staying.Â
âEverything's fine!â Your voice sounds shaky despite your best efforts to calm yourself, youâre basically speed walking to the door. âI just, I got a phone call, and I need to leave. Right now. Iâm so sorry.â
You donât even wait for her to reply before youâre yanking the door open and rushing outside. You hope to God that she doesnât follow you outside. She doesnât.
You walk, arms wrapped around yourself tightly in a feeble attempt to stop shaking. There are tears burning your eyes and making everything in front of you blurry. The wind whips your hair around your face, stinging your cheeks as you walk further away from the house.
Each step feels heavier, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you try to make sense of the storm inside you. The chaotic weather seems to mock your turmoil, perfectly matching the chaos you feel. You struggle to piece together what just happened, the intensity of Artâs words echoing in your mind.
âI need you.â
His voice had been so raw, so vulnerable, and it scared you. You werenât ready for that kind of emotion, that kind of responsibility, that kind of guilt. The weight of it had sent you running, and now youâre left grappling with the aftermath.
Fuck.
A LITTLE MORE THAN SIX HOURS LATERâŚ
The drive home was a blur. Rain and wind beating against the windshield nearly the whole time. Youâd laugh at how ironic it was, like Godâs punishing you with shitty weather, but youâre too busy fighting tears to find the humor in it.Â
The dread didnât set in until you got home, stumbling through the front door on shaky legs until you reached your kitchen where you promptly emptied everything in your stomach into your trash. After you force yourself into the shower to wash the rain, and guilt, off of your skin. You scrub yourself raw, skin pink and sensitive to the touch, like that will somehow erase all that youâve done.
When you finally step out, the bathroom mirror is fogged, a ghostly reflection staring back at you through the mist. You avoid its gaze, wrapping yourself in a towel and padding through your room to collapse onto your bed. The silence of the house presses in on you, letting your thoughts consume you.Â
Artâs words play on a loop inside your head, the look on his face burned to the forefront of your mind. The weight of his confession hung heavy in the air, rocking you with its intensity. Running away had seemed like the only option at the time, a knee-jerk reaction to the overwhelming flood of emotions threatening to engulf you.Â
You know you didnât run from Art because you donât want him, you ran because thereâs nothing you want more. In the aftermath, running felt less like a choice and more like an instinctual response to the storm of emotions threatening to consume you whole since the first day you met him. Every step away from Art was a battle against the gravitational pull of your desires, a struggle against the overwhelming urge to surrender to what you both shared.
The truth is crystal clear: you didn't run from Art because you're devoid of feelings for him. You ran precisely because your heart beats in synchrony with his, because the depth of your longing for him is as boundless as the universe itself.Â
Your phone pings from the dresser, you ignore it. A second later, it pings again, and again, and again. You furrow your brows, glaring at your nightstand until you reach over and pick up your phone. Itâs an unknown number, but you know who it is.
UNKNOWN NUMBER I need to see you. Please, I can send a car. It's Art. Tashi isnât home tonight.
Maybe youâre the worst person in the world, but all the fight leaves your body the second you read Artâs texts. You need to see him as much as he needs to see you. Your fingers type out a response before you can think twice.
Art okay.
You send him your address, jumping out of bed to throw on the first things you see. A black SUV was waiting for you as soon as you got downstairs, just as promised. You climbed in after getting confirmation from the driver, and sat in the backseat quietly as you went down the familiar streets.Â
As the house comes into view, you can see the front doorâs light is still on, waiting for you. You barely wait for the car to stop before youâre opening the car door and stepping outside. The rain immediately drenches you, seeping through your thin sleep clothes. You take two steps before the front door swings open and Art comes rushing out into the rain. Heâs only wearing sleep pants, his bare feet smack wetly on the concrete as he runs to you.
Art stops short of you, hesitating, like he doesnât know whether to touch you or not. You want him to touch you so bad youâre scared it might kill you. The air between you feels charged, every drop of rain a tiny spark. Finally, Art reaches out, his hand trembling as he brushes a soaked strand of hair from your face. The warmth of his touch sends a shiver down your spine, and you step closer, collapsing into his arms. The rain continues to fall around you, but at this moment, itâs just the two of you.
"Art," you breathe, your voice trembling. "What are we doing?"
He gazes into your eyes, the raw emotion in his expression mirroring your own. "I don't know," he admits, his hands gently sliding down to your shoulders. "But I can't let you go. Not now." His words hang between you, a fragile thread of honesty that binds you together. You can feel the weight of his words, the sincerity in his voice, and it tugs at your heartstrings.
Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as his words sink in. The honesty in his gaze, the desperation in his touchâit all overwhelms you, leaving you breathless. The only thing you can think of, the only thing that feels right, is kissing him. So you do.
You lean closer, your heart pounding in your chest, and gently cup his face in your hands. His eyes widen for a moment, a flicker of surprise mingling with the intensity of his emotions. Then, as if drawn together by an invisible force, your lips meet his.
The kiss is soft at first, tentative and sweet, a question and an answer all at once. His lips are cold and slightly trembling, matching the fluttering in your chest. You can taste the salt of your tears mingling with the sweetness of the moment. Time seems to stand still as you lose yourself in the sensation of his mouth on yours.Â
Gradually, the kiss deepens, becoming more urgent and fervent, a silent expression of everything words canât convey. Artâs arms wrap around you, pulling you closer, his fingers threading through your hair. The heat between you intensifies, both your breath coming faster, mingling as the kiss grows hungrier.
Artâs heartbeat echoes against your chest, you can feel his grip on you getting tighter like he's scared of letting you go. Your hands slide down to his shoulders, your fingers digging into his muscles as you press closer, your bodies molding together. His tongue flicks against your lips, seeking entrance, and you part them eagerly, welcoming him in. The taste of him is intoxicating, a mix of desperation and passion that makes your head spin. A soft moan escapes your lips, and he responds with a low growl, his hands roaming down your back, pulling you impossibly closer.Â
âArt,â you say in between kisses, panting into his slick, open mouth. âI need you to fuck me.â
You can feel Artâs whole body shiver, groaning unabashedly into your mouth like heâs dying for it. âIâve been waiting weeks for you to finally admit that.â
The two of you tear through the house, all tangled limbs and bumbling steps, you trail water all over the floor. Somewhere in the chaos you drop your phone and keys on the large kitchen island. Art refuses to let go of you to walk properly, blindly leading the way so he can keep kissing you breathless.
Art only stops kissing you when you finally make it to his bedroom, pulling away to wrestle the now soaked sleep pants off his legs. You follow by example and peel your shirt off, skin damp and cold but you could care less, not when Artâs pants are pooling at his ankles and heâs throwing his boxers carelessly over his shoulder.
âGod,â he breathes out, shaking his head like he canât believe you're giving him this, âYouâre so beautiful.â
The raw honesty in his tone has your cheeks burning, you cast your gaze to the floor instinctually, feeling too overwhelmed by his charged gaze raking over you. You can hear his feet softly padding against the floor, making his way closer. You watch his feet come to a complete stop in front of you, he takes a hold of your chin gently forcing you to look up at him.Â
His eyes, intense and unwavering, lock onto yours. âYouâre fucking perfect.â
With a gentle push, Art lowers you onto the bed, his weight a comforting presence above you. He tilts your head back and kisses you breathless, one big hand sliding lower and lower on your stomach till heâs got his hand down the front of your shorts, he groans when his hand makes contact with your bare skin. Youâd almost forgotten you hadnât worn any underwear. His hand so close to your aching center has your breath hitching as you kiss, hips bucking up towards his palm.
You reach for his cock, an angry shade red and leaking steadily, but he catches your wrist before you can touch. You meet his eyes confused, but he just shakes his head.
âItâs been about me the whole time, baby. Let me fix that,â he whispers.
You nod your head wordlessly. You wouldnât dream of denying him, not right now. He smiles, pecking your lips again before he starts to kiss his way downwards. He explores your body with his mouth with such care it has you shaking under every brush his lips. He kisses all down your jaw and neck, taking extra time on your chest to map out the skin of your breasts with his tongue. He circles your right nipple with the tip of his tongue a few times over before he takes it in his mouth, rolling it between his teeth gently. It has your back arching into his mouth, hands scrambling for a purchase on the silk sheets. One long finger slides around your entrance and dips inside, shallow, then deeper, stretching you slowly, carefully, while his other hand rubs your clit with light, gentle touches. âIs this good?â Art asks quietly, voice tinged slightly with insecurity, like youâre not completely unraveling because of him.
âGod yes! Yes â fuck! â Art,â you mewl loudly, hips grinding down roughly onto his finger, desperate to take in more of him. You can feel him smile against your skin, pulling off to blow cool air over your hard nipple and repeating it all over again on your left. His finger slides through the wetness collecting in your hole, spreading it to your throbbing clit. He finally sinks a single finger into the warm, tight, heat of your cunt.
Art pulls away from your chest to kiss his way down your stomach, sliding lower and lower on the huge king size mattress, he doesnât stop the rhythm of his fingers as he peels your shorts down your legs, tossing them aside. A guttural groan leaves his lips at the sight of your slick cunt parting over his fingers, taking them so well. He pitches forward like he canât help himself, like his lips are magnetically drawn to your cunt, and presses a small kiss to your clit.Â
âFuck!â You squeal and writhe as his finger fucks in and out of you, hands tangling in his messy hair, cheeks flushing at the sound of your leaking cunt squelching against his wrist with each thrust. Art's lips tighten over your clit, sucking for a brief second before he moves back to start laving his tongue over your cunt in careful, slightly clumsy, strokes. The sounds he's making, almost filthy slurping, accompanied by little moans now and then send small vibrations through you that shock your system, making you fist his hair even tighter.Â
Artâs lewd noises fill the air, mixing with your own moans to fill the room. His eyes stay closed for the most part, fluttering open every couple seconds to watch you fall apart. Your thighs shake uncontrollably around his head when you make eye contact, threatening to clamp around his ears and keep him there.
A sob tears from your throat when he adds another finger, then he curls them inside you and pulls back and god, shit, shit, fuck, fuck me, god, Art, please fuck me.
âFuck me Art please fuck me I need it so bad please-â you ramble nonsensically, pulling at Artâs hair desperately. You can feel the warmth starting to pool in your stomach, but you donât want to come on his tongue, or on his fingers, you want to come with him inside you.
Art lets you drag him up, the bottom half of his face is slick and shiny, drenched in your wetness. He makes his way up your body quickly, hands gripping tightly to your hips, not hesitating to kiss you even as your juices decorate his lips. You kiss back desperately, tasting yourself on his tongue. The head of his cock bumping against your twitching, empty hole has you whining.Â
âFuck me, Art,â you breath hotly, hips canting up needily. âNo condom, Iâm on the pill. I want you to come inside me. Please, I need it.â
Slowly, he starts to sink in. Feeding you inch by inch torturously slow. He kisses you the whole time, greedily swallowing the moans flowing out of your mouth as he stretches your cunt on his thick cock. You grab at his shoulders like a lifeline, kissing back with everything you have.
âGod, youâre so fucking tight,â he says through gritted teeth, hands gripping your hips hard enough that you know youâll be bruised in the morning. âSo fucking perfect for me, such a perfect pussy for my cock.â
âMove.â Is all you can manage to squeak out, nails digging into the meat of his shoulders.
Art starts to move, thrusts slow and gentle, like heâs easing you into it. Youâre grateful for it, youâve never taken anyone as big as him. Slowly, his thrusts speed up, cut hips smacking against the fat of your ass a little rougher than before. You revel in it, pushing your ass back greedily for more more more. From this angle, the thick head of his cock drags against your g-spot perfectly every time he plunges back into your dripping cunt.
âShit! Right there, donât stop,â you slur breathlessly, feeling the familiar warmth swirling through your stomach as he fucks you.
âI love you.â Art confesses against your lips, his breath hot and erratic. His sweaty forehead pressed to yours as he pounds in and out of you, the motion both relentless and tender. His eyes are wide open now, so blue and so big and so honest as they bore into yours so intensely itâs suffocating.
Itâs soon, itâs way too soon. Youâve barely known each other for a couple months, but you can't deny the warmth spreading through your chest, mingling with the heat of the moment, making everything feel both overwhelming and perfect.
Now that you're here, with Artâs cock fitting so perfectly in the wet heat of your cunt, you canât believe it took you this long. You love Art. Youâve been in love with Art since the first time he spoke to you. Since the first time he touched you like you were the solution to all his problems.
Art must take your stunned silence as rejection, head falling to rest on your shoulder dejectedly, but his hips donât slow their rhythm. If anything he speeds up, hips thrusting against you desperately.
âPlease, please say it back,â he begs, voice thick with emotion, âSay it back, I need to hear you say it. Please,â
You surge up, wrapping your arms around him as tightly as you can, ankles locking together across his back. Art couldnât pull out of you if he wanted to, judging from the long whine he lets out, he doesnât mind.
âI love you, Artâ You whisper back, barely audible over the lewd slap of his hips stinging your ass. Art groans so loudly you can feel it reverberating off the sensitive skin of your neck.
Hips speeding up even faster, Art turns his head to catch your lips in a searing kiss. This kiss is different than any of the other ones youâve shared tonight, full of so much emotion and unspoken words. You swear you feel your heart grow three sizes, almost full and threatening to break out of your chest.
âIâm gonna come, fuck, Iâm gonna fucking come,â he breathes between kisses. You can only moan in response, right on the brink of your own orgasm. His hips start to lose their rhythm as he chases it, fucking into you faster and harder.
Artâs cock gives a final twitch inside you before his hips are stilling and heâs coming with a broken moan, unloading everything he has into you. Youâre right behind him, vision whiting out as you come, thighs shaking where theyâre draped around his hips.Â
Art collapses onto you, both of you breathing heavily as you come down from the high of your orgasmâs. You lay like that for a while, heaving and sweaty wrapped up in each other's arms. You feel something slot into place, something that youâve been missing.
Artâs soft voice pierces through the afterglow, âWill you hold me?â
âYes,â you whisper back, circling your arms around his shoulders.
âŚ
When you wake up hours later youâre beyond thirsty, dehydrated from all the crying, and maybe from the sex. Artâs head is laying across your bare chest, tousled hair tickling your jaw and arms snug around your waist. He looks so peaceful, eyes closed with his long lashes fanning over his cheeks. The sound of his steady breathing is almost enough to lull you right back to sleep. You smile softly, running your hands through his hair slowly. Savoring how at peace he looks, so different from the battered, broken man you met.
You slip out of his arms as carefully as possible, not wanting to wake him. Rolling out of bed to search half-assedly for your clothes in the darkness. You canât find your shirt, only your underwear and shorts. You notice a red shirt strewn over the dresser next to the bed, illuminated by the moonlight pouring through the blinds. You pick it up without thinking, it's soft in your hands, the fabric thin and worn down. You toss it on before padding out of the bedroom.
You get a little lost in your thoughts as you make your way to the kitchen, Art loves you.
The thought has you biting back a giddy smile. Art loves you and you love him too. It sounds fucking crazy, but you know itâs true. Your life is so completely fucked, you donât know if you care.
Art loves you.
Your smile doesnât leave your lips as you turn the corner, arms wrapped around yourself tightly, the warmth of Art's affection lingering like a gentle caress.
âHe smiles more.â
The soft voice ringing out from your left makes you stop in your tracks. You turn, and there in the kitchen illuminated by the soft glow of the ceiling light, like an angel, is Tashi Duncan.Â
Tashi looks at you from her spot across the room with an impassive look on her face, sheâs got your keys in one hand, fiddling with them boredly. When you don't reply she speaks again, "He's playing better, won the last three tournaments he was in." She says casually, setting her half full wine glass down on the island.
You don't need to ask her who "he" is.
You're silent for a few more beats as she stares at you expectantly, silently urging you to say something. You rack your brain for a response, caught like a deer in headlights under Tashi's gaze.
"What?" you softly mutter, words cutting through the air weakly.
Tashi sighs in exasperation, like you're a child who doesn't understand the simple question she's asking. She raises her wine glass back to her lips, draining the rest of it before setting it down once more and making her way over to you.
You know you should flee, make a break for the door before she reaches you. Running away from the woman whose husband youâre fucking - whose husband you just got done fucking, and who told you he loved you - while she pays you seems like the easiest thing to do in the moment, but you don't.
You find yourself glued to the spot as Tashi's commanding presence looms over you, until she's all you can see. Until her expensive smelling perfume is all you can breathe, until she's towering over you, miles of soft skin on display in a classy black nightie.
She stares down at you, her face completely unreadable. It feels like hours as her brown eyes burn into yours, your heart must be beating a thousand beats per second.
When Tashi finally moves, itâs her hand you see rising up in your peripheral vision. At first you think she's going to hit you, get you back for sleeping with her husband, for falling in love with her husband. You tense up, bracing for the slap, it would be the least of what you deserve, but it never comes.
Instead, Tashi's hand finds its way up to the side of your face, cupping your cheek gently. You can feel the chilled metal of her wedding band make contact with your warm skin.
You feel like you might pass out staring into the eyes of Tashi Duncan. Everything you ever wanted in high school flashing rapidly right before your eyes.
If Art Donaldson is the sun, Tashi is the moon. Her light draws you in and keeps you looking at her, and never wanting to look away.
Her thumb slides across your bottom lip, the same lip thatâs kissed her husband. Ever so slightly, she pushes the tip of her thumb into your parted lips, far enough to touch your bottom teeth. Your breath catches in your throat, eyes widening in shock, your pulse is fluttering wildly. You distantly wonder if she can feel it on the inside of her wrist.
âIâm his coach, I need to be hard on him or he fails. I refuse to let him fail,â she says softly, tone casual like sheâs not brushing the tip of your tongue with her fingers. âBut Iâm not stupid, I know what he needs. Someone sweet, someone gentle, someone who looks at him and doesnât see tennis.â
You couldnât answer her if you wanted to, but you wouldnât trust yourself to speak anyway. You feel far away and floaty the longer her fingers sit in your mouth, your brain feels like molasses.
âI canât give him what he needs. Iâm not that kind of person,â Tashi says, eyes roaming your face languidly, like sheâs window shopping your features. Her voice is nearly a whisper the next time she speaks, âbut you are. You could be that for him.â
Your heart drops, the haze surrounding your brain rips away so violently, like someone took a leaf blower to it. Her words make everything start to fall into place, the at home visits, the âexclusive dealâ, the weird ass run-ins youâve had with her over the weeks.Â
This was never about the goddamn massages.
For a few seconds you both stay like that. Standing inches away from each other in the half-lit kitchen of her and Art's house. For a second, you think you can see the tiniest smile playing on her lips before she drops her hand from you completely.
"Thereâs a car waiting for you outside,â she says, still close enough that you can feel her breath fan over your face, âSee you next Thursday."
Tashi turns on her heels and leaves you alone, disappearing down the long hallway leading to her and Art's bedroom. You watch the whole time she goes, until she completely fades into the shadows. Your lip still tingling from her touch.
Thereâs only one thing on your mind as you incredulously stare down the now empty hallâŚ
These people are so fucking weird.
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đ starring. Jeong Jaehyun x afab!Reader
đŽ preview. Your ex finds your sweet spot as easily as ever, as if it hasnât been two years since his tongue stroked this specific patch of skin and made your whole body tingle with pleasure. You let out a shaky sigh, threading your fingers through his hair and relaxing against the pillows. âDonât leave me again,â you whisper. âNever again,â he promises.
tw/cw. foreplay, fingering, mutual masturbation, hand job hand fucking, spitting, finger sucking, inklings of oral fixation, praise, dirty talk, pining, reminiscing, breast worship, teasing, Jae being a simp, unprotected sex, handholding while fucking, Jae is pretty vanilla but pent up as hell, etc⌠I pet names: (hers) baby.
đšÂ rating.18+ explicit I wc. 5.3k
đ aus. ex's to lovers, non idol au, etcâŚ
âď¸Â mlist + an. I don't normally do angst, but Idk, this felt right for some reason this month
Prologue:
âWhatâs wrong?â Jaehyun asks, watching you fiddle around the bedroom while he cuddles with your cat on the bed.Â
Part of you wants to push back your feelings - youâd kind of been hoping to talk to him at the airport in the morning - but you should have known Jaehyun would realize something is up with you. Itâs been a nice long weekend having him home with you.
Itâs almost been like he never left.
Almost.
With a deep sigh, you go to sit on the foot of your mattress, staring down at your hands. âI canât do this anymore,â you say quietly.
The room feels achingly silent, and then the comforter ruffles as Jaehyun sits up. âThis?â he asks.Â
âUs.â The word hurts to even say. âThe distance⌠I mean, I knew continuing our relationship while youâre in a different city at a new university doing your graduate program would be rough⌠but⌠I just didnât know Iâd ever feel this lonely.â
Tears are welling in your eyes. You donât want to break up with Jaehyun- heâs had your heart for four years. Starting over with someone new sounds impossible- but at the same time, being away from him hurts more than you could ever have imagined. It hurts when he calls you every night, being the perfect boyfriend, smiling and telling you about his day. It hurts because you thought youâd go through life together- you thought youâd be there to see it all yourself, not hear about it after the fact on the phone.
âCome here,â Jaehyun says softly, moving your cat off his lap so he can open his arms to you.
You allow Jaehyun to pull you into an embrace, his fingers stroking your hair. His heart is thundering in his ribcage, and you can hear it as you cuddle closer.
âIâm sorry that it came to this,â he breathes, âbut I understand.â
You canât help the tears now, and a choked sob escapes you. You grab at the front of his soft hoodie, wanting to crush the emblem of his new school. Part of you wishes heâd never been accepted into the elite business graduate program, but another part knows that Jaehyun deserves to be where he is now.
You love him, more than youâve ever loved anyone, and thatâs what makes this so painful.
Jaehyun needs to focus on his studies, to build a new life for himself across the country- and you need to do the same. You canât be a ghost anymore, walking through life like a zombie and waiting to hear from him, constantly checking the time zone differences and calculating what heâs doing based on schedules.
âI can stillâŚâ you rub at your eyes, swallowing thickly, âIâll take you to the airport in the morning-â
âItâs okay, baby,â Jaehyun shushes you gently, kissing the crown of your head. âI can get a cab.â
âAre you angry at me?â you ask, pulling away from his chest to look up at his face, worried about what you might find there.
âOf course not,â Jaehyun assures you, immediately stroking a thumb across your cheek to wipe away your tears. âNo matter how much I didnât want to admit it, I knew things had changed when I moved away. I could see that the distance was a problem. You have needs, and Iâm proud of you for voicing them, even if it hurts.â
âMy heart is breaking,â you whimper.
Jaehyun frowns. âMine too.â
âYouâre really not mad at me?â
âI could never be mad at you,â Jaehyun promises. âI think it will be easier to talk about this with time, if thatâs something youâd be interested in. But for now, how do you feel about just laying down, holding each other, and doing our best to enjoy tonight- if itâs going to be our last.â
It might be easier if he was mad at you, if he yelled and swore and tried to make you change your mind- but Jaehyunâs never been an abusive type. Instead, he holds you close, and as you softly cry on his chest, you begin to drift off to sleep.
One
Even in a crowded bar, one distant laugh makes your blood run cold. You grip your drink, heart thundering in your rib cage as you scan your surrounding area.
Itâs been two years since you broke up with Jaehyun. Even so, youâd recognize his voice anywhere.
âYou good?â your best friend asks, reading your change in expression.
âYeah, I just thought I heard-â as youâre about to say his name, you spot Jaehyun. Heâs leaning against the bar top, chatting with a man whose back is to you.
God, he still looks so good.Â
Your chest aches, throat going dry. As you watch him, his eyes move to take in the bar. Youâre quick to shift your gaze, lifting your drink to your lips to down the rest of it.Â
âI need to get out of here,â you mutter.
âWhat? Why?â Your friend reaches for your arm, pulling you closer to check in on you.
âMy ex is here.â
âWhich one?â
âWhich one do you think?â You let out a laugh, but thereâs no humor in it.
âFuck.âÂ
âYeah. Listen, have fun, Iâll talk to you tomorrow.â You hand her your empty glass, giving her one last look before you turn to head to the entrance of the bar.Â
You can feel eyes on you as you push through the crowd, but you chalk it up to being paranoid. You slip through the front doors, intent on hailing a taxi. As you make it to the cement sidewalk, you hear your name behind you, and that familiar voice has your blood running cold for a second time tonight.
âY/N?â
Your whole body freezes, and for a moment, you truly consider running. But youâve already run from Jaehyun once before, and you donât have it in yourself to do it again.
With a deep breath, you turn to face your ex, your first love, the man youâve never recovered from.
âI thought that was you,â Jaehyun mutters quietly, shoving his hands into his pockets as he stares at you.
You donât even know what to say, so you keep your mouth shut, taking in his pretty face and the broad set of his shoulders.Â
âSorry, maybe I shouldnât have followed you,â he admits finally. âIt doesnât look like you want to talk.â
Jaehyun turns to head back inside, and your body reacts on its own accord; you grab at his arm, and it makes him stop. He looks down at your hand, wrapped around his forearm, then up at you.
âWeâŚâ you swallow thickly, âwe can talk. I just⌠I donât know what to say.â
âThat makes two of us.âÂ
You drop your hand from his arm when you realize heâs not going anywhere.
âI uhâŚâ Jaehyun clears his throat. âI got back to town a month ago. Meant to message you- but I didnât know what to say then either.â
âYou completed your program?â
âYup. With flying colors.â
âI guess I always expected you to be a big shot and move to some other city- what are you doing back here?â
âUnfinished business⌠maybe.â Jaehyun dips his head, looking down at the ground. You watch him absentmindedly kick at an old cigarette butt.
He canât be talking about you⌠can he?
âAnyways,â Jaehyun meets your eyes again, âhowâve you been?â
âIâve beenâŚâ you search for the right word, âokay.âÂ
âYeah? Happy?â
âSort of. You?â
Jaehyun shrugs, offering you a lopsided smile that makes your heart ache. âSort of. It was two years of studying. Didnât have much time for extracurriculars, as you know.â
So your breakup is still a sore spot for him, you can sense it in his words. Heâs not outwardly saying it, but⌠itâs there all the same. Thereâs something of an apology in his statement, because you do know how hard it was for him to find time for things outside of school- it had been the main reason youâd had to call things off with him.
âHow about you?â he presses. âAny uh⌠any protective boyfriend whoâs about to show up and beat my ass?â
You canât believe heâs asking you outright about this, and the question actually makes you let out a small laugh. You shake your head. âNo. No boyfriend.â
âGood. I mean⌠I hoped you were happy, but uh, you know, itâs nice to hear that, well, you know what I mean.â Jaehyun looks down again, and you can see his ears turning red.
Itâs as clear as day that Jaehyun still cares about you. The way heâs acting tells you everything you need to know⌠well, almost everything.
âSoâŚâ you wrap your arms around yourself, âare you planning on leaving again? Do you know how long youâll be in town?â
âNothing is set in stone,â Jaehyun admits, cocking his head to the side as he looks at you. âListen, Iâm just going to say it.â He takes a deep breath, meanwhile, you canât even breathe. âI never got over you. I mean, how could I? Youâre everything, and- I understand why we broke up, I really do. But my program is over now, and if you give me another chance, I promise not to go anywhere ever again, at least, not without you right there by my side.â
âJaehyun-â
âIf you need some time to think about it, I totally get that-â
Jaehyun goes to take a step back, and you find yourself grabbing at him once more. Your body simply canât let him go- not now, not ever again.
Your ex looks down at your hand on his forearm, and as you open your mouth to give him your response, no words come to mind. Your gaze dips to his lips, and before you know what youâre even doing, youâre moving in to kiss him.
Jaehyun is frozen in place at the initial meeting of your lips, but after a moment, you feel his body relax. His hands gently slip to your waist, tugging you closer as he slants his mouth against your own. You feel him release a small groan, and a whimper bubbles in your chest.
How many times have you dreamt of this moment? How many times have you thought about kissing Jaehyun?Â
Your arms wrap around the back of his neck, and you allow yourself to get lost in the feeling of him-
Someone lets out a whistle, and you roughly pull back from Jaehyun, your eyes finding the two bouncers outside the bar, who are staring at you with wolfish grins.
âIs there somewhere we can go to talk?â Jaehyun asks, resting his forehead against your own.
âCome home with me.â
Two
It feels like deja vu to be walking into your apartment with Jaehyun. Youâve had the same unit for years- and you know it must feel even weirder for your ex to be here again after practically living here with you for half of your time in university together.Â
As you toss your keys onto the entryway table, you hear a familiar meow. Your cat slinks in from the kitchen, but instead of heading to you, she immediately moves toward Jaehyunâs feet, letting out an obnoxiously loud purr as she begins to rub against him.
âLooks like Mittens hasnât forgotten me either,â Jaehyun smiles, immediately bending down to pick up the fluffy grey and white kitty. She leans into his touch, purring like an engine as he scratches he cheeks. Her paws begin to make softies on his arm, and it makes your heart ache.
Youâve dated a few guys casually in Jaehyunâs absence, and Mittens has never liked any of them. She always was a daddyâs girl- after all, youâd started dating Jaehyun only a few months after youâd picked her up from the shelter.Â
You still have pictures of the two of them on your phone, hidden in a secret file- youâd never had the heart to delete them, and as you watch their reunion, youâre glad you never did.
âShe missed you,â you admit. âWe both did.â
You watch Jaehyunâs Adamâs apple bob with effort, your words clearly invoking emotion. Youâre quick to look away.
âCan I get you anything?â you ask, kicking off your shoes. âI had a few drinks at the bar, was planning on making a grilled cheese-â
âYou still do that?â Jaehyun asks.
âYeah.â Your throat feels dry admitting another ghost of your past you still havenât been able to shake. âI still do that.â
Grilled cheese after a night out had always been your thing, and when youâd started dating Jaehyun, it had become his thing too. You canât even count how many nights the two of you came home from university parties only to make a grilled cheese and collapse on your bed, giggling and kissing like kids in love.
âA grilled cheese sounds perfect,â Jaehyun says. âThank you.â
He follows you into the kitchen. As you begin to make the late-night snack, you realize Jaehyun has no intention of putting Mittens down. She basks in his attention, letting out upset chirps any time he tries to stop petting her to help you in small ways.
Jaehyun asks you about your job, and from that, the two of you begin to talk about your lives over the past two years. It feels too natural to slip into this type of conversation. His presence is so calming and familiar- by the time youâre done making the grilled cheese for you to share, itâs almost as if the past two years never happened.Â
Itâs almost as if you never left him.
Almost as if he never left you first.
âDo you want to eat in here?â Jaehyun asks, heading to the small kitchen table.
âWe can go to my bedroom,â you say softly. âUnless you wanted to be here.â
âYour bedroom is good.âÂ
He follows you through your apartment, but when you get to your room, he stops in the doorway.
âI canât get over how little this place has changed,â he muses, looking at the layout of the space.
âYeah,â you sit down on your bed, lifting your legs onto the mattress and setting the plate by your knee. âI guess Iâm used to it like this.â
Jaehyun knows all too well how comfortable you get, how hard it is for you to make changes. You think it must be one of the reasons he never fought the breakup. If youâd gotten to the point of needing an emotional separation to deal with the physical distance, pushing you to change your mind would have only made things worse.
âCan we come sit with you?â Jaehyun asks.
âOf course.â You gesture to the mattress. âMake yourself at home, Jae.â
With a small chuckle, he comes to join you. Heâs careful when he sets Mittens down, and she immediately stretches, letting out a massive yawn before coming to investigate the grilled cheese.
Jaehyun reaches for his half of the sandwich. âI missed these.â
âItâs just a grilled cheese,â you laugh.
âYeah, but thereâs something special about the way you make it. I canât explain it.â
You can only offer him a smile as you both lift the gooey, cheesy, greasy, crispy bread to your lips. The crunch is satisfying, and Jaehyun shifts the food to his right hand so he can pet Mittens with his left.Â
The two of you eat in silence, but thereâs nothing uncomfortable about it. As your meal comes to a quick end, your phone begins to ring, and you stand up to answer it. âGive me a sec,â you tell him, exiting the room while Mittens rushes to follow you.
âHey girl,â your best friend says. âYou okay?â
âIâm good.â
âSeeing your ex must have been pretty hard.â
âActually, uhâŚâ you look toward your open bedroom door, swallowing thickly then lowering your voice, âheâs at my apartment with me.â
âWhat!?â
âYeah, weâre talking things out.â
âJust talking?â You can hear the cheeky grin in her voice.
âDonât be like that,â you laugh.
âGirl, you and that man were a dream couple. Heâs the one that got away, and now heâs in your apartment- heâs probably sitting on your bed, eating grilled cheese-â
âGod, stop,â you groan. âAm I that predictable?â
âNah, it was hashtag just couple things. Okay, look, obviously youâre doing good- I was worried you were somewhere crying and drowning yourself in booze. Iâll leave you be. Say hi to him for me.â
âWill do.â You hang up, looking down at Mittens. Sheâs circling your feet, and with a sigh, you go to refill her food bowl. Youâd given her lunch hours ago, and you feel bad that she just watched you down a grilled cheese with nothing for her own little mittens to get a hold of.
Also⌠your best friend knows you too well.Â
Your body is reacting to Jaehyun as if there was never a separation- or maybe, your body is reacting because there was a separation. Your pulse is picking up with each step back to your bedroom, and when you close the door behind you, Jaehyun cocks a brow, finishing his grilled cheese with one last large bite.
âYou good?â he asks.
âIâm great,â you tell him, approaching the bed.
âYeah?â Jaehyunâs gaze moves to the closed door, and he offers you a dimpled grin, mischief flaring on the edges of his expression. âYou locked out Mittens.â
Nothing gets past this man. Youâve never loved getting intimate while Mittens is trying to hog Jaehyunâs attention, and you shouldnât be surprised that he got you figured out the moment you closed the door to your bedroom.
âDonât even with me, Jae.â You sigh, collapsing onto the mattress next to him while he moves the grilled cheese plate to the side table.
âLook, I donât want you to feel any pressure just cuz Iâm here and weâre sitting on your bed-â
âDoes it look like I feel pressure?â you ask, hyper-aware of the way your dress is riding up your thighs.
Jaehyun gives you a slow once-over. âI guess not.â
âYou really mean what you said about not going away a second time?â You look down. âBecause I donât think I could take it if we gave this another try and three months down the line you moved cities again.âÂ
Your ex nods. âI promise. If you give me one more chance, I wonât let you down.â
You stare at Jaehyun for a moment, studying the sincerity on his face. âOkay.â
âYeah?â
âYeah.â You open your arms, resting back against the pillows and spreading your legs. âNow come here.â
Jaehyun practically leaps on top of you. He slots between your thighs like he was made to be there, his mouth pressing to your own while you wrap him in a tight embrace. He kisses you like heâs been starved of your lips.Â
He retains some of the gentleness that heâd exhibited outside of the club, but thereâs a desperation too, you can almost taste it on him⌠along with the grilled cheese.
The thought makes you smile, and Jaehyun breaks the kiss to look down at you, also grinning. âWhat?â
âNothing, just- Iâm happy.â
âMe too,â he admits, looking down at your beaming face before he grabs your jaw between his thumb and forefinger, angling your head to the side so he can access your neck. Your ex finds your sweet spot as easily as ever, as if it hasnât been two years since his tongue stroked this specific patch of skin and made your whole body tingle with pleasure.Â
You let out a shaky sigh, threading your fingers through his hair and relaxing against the pillows.
âDonât leave me again,â you whisper.
âNever again,â he promises, voice husky in your ear.
His hand slides down the curve of your body, grasping at your thighs and slowly pushing your dress up. Your hips move, rutting in an attempt to spur him on. When his fingers finally find your core through your panties, you swear you see stars. He begins to rub your clit, circling it as he applies more and more pressure.Â
His mouth continues on your neck, and you begin to whimper from the stimulus.
Youâd nearly forgotten how good it feels to be touched by someone who knows you inside and out- by someone who cares about your pleasure more than heâs ever cared about his own.
âJae,â you whimper, breathing heavily as he rubs your core.Â
âYes, baby?â His lips are gentle along your throat, and the feather-light touch almost teases you more than a rougher one would.
âCan we skip the foreplay? I need you.â
Jaehyunâs fingers stop on your clit, and he pushes himself up on an elbow, looking down at you with a quizzical set to his brow. âSkip the foreplay?â he repeats, letting out a scoff. âBaby, Iâve been thinking about what Iâd do to you if you ever gave me a second chance for over two years. Weâre not skipping the foreplay.â
âBut-â
âPlease donât argue with me. Just let me have this. Just let me enjoy the body Iâve missed so much. Iâve missed your sounds, the way you react to my touch-â his fingers pick up their pace on your clit again, and you let out a whine, pushing toward him again. âSee? Youâre perfect. No matter how many memories of this I have, nothing compares to the real thing.â
When youâd been dating Jaehyun initially, he was - for lack of a better word - pretty vanilla. This dirty talk is new, and it makes your stomach erupt into butterflies. Your mind goes practically blank, lulled into a lusty trance by the musings of a man whoâs clearly bewitched by you, body and soul.
When your gaze dips down to his hand between your thighs, you notice the way his cock is straining in his pants. âCan IâŚâ you swallow thickly, âCan I touch you too?â
âYeah.â His mouth returns to your throat, and he pushes your panties to the side, dragging his fingers through your soaked folds. âFuck, baby, youâre so wet for me.â
You mewl at his words, quickly fumbling with the button of his pants so you can push them down just far enough to take his cock out of his briefs. Jaehyun releases a low groan and it makes your pussy flutter as you begin to stroke him.
Your ex reacts by slipping his fingers into your core, two long digits going knuckle deep. He tests your walls, grazing your g-spot when he begins to lazily pump his hand, his palm firmly pressing to your clit.
A whimper of pleasure escapes you, and you can feel Jaehyun grin against your neck. âThe prettiest sounds,â he muses. âHow did you ever get this pretty?â
Itâs a rhetorical question, and it makes you feel cock drunk and dumb, your chest pushing up against his own, looking for stimulus- your nipples are hard in your bralette, but you wish you were naked already, wish you could feel him better-
âJae?â
âYes, baby?â
âCan you take my dress off?â
Jaehyun pulls his hand away from your core, bringing his two wet fingers to your lips. He pushes them into your mouth, propping himself up so he can look down at you while you suck his digits clean. âI thought youâd never ask.â
You groan around his fingers, the act of sucking is turning you on more than youâd care to admit, but it ends too quickly as Jaehyun pulls his hand away.
He sits up, taking off his own shirt first. Then he reaches down to grab at the hem of your dress, slowly dragging it up your form. Jaehyunâs eyes take in each strip of newly exposed skin, and you can see the way his pupils have blown with interest.
You lift your shoulders off the bed, making it easier for him to tear the fabric off of you and toss it to the side. This leaves you in your bralette and panties, both of which youâre eager to have join your dress on the floor.
Jaehyunâs hand reaches out to cup your breast, his thumb smoothing over the pebbled nipple thatâs pushing through the silky fabric. He squeezes you gently, forcing you to release a moan of pleasure.Â
A moment later, heâs removing your panties, then your bra, fingers pinching at your newly exposed nipple.
Your hand, meanwhile, returns to his cock- only for Jaehyun to grab at your wrist, pulling you away.
Youâre about to ask whatâs wrong, but then Jaehyun turns your hand palm up, and he spits into the center of it, bringing it back to his cock.Â
Thereâs no way that action should have been as sexy as it was- your core throbbing as you begin to stroke his rock-hard length.Â
With one last lustful look at your body, Jaehyun settles over top of you again, his mouth seeking out your breasts while you pump his cock. The feeling of his tongue flicking against you has you crying out, pushing your chest toward his mouth. His teeth graze over your sensitive nipple and you respond by applying more pressure to his cock.
Jaehyun groans loudly, rutting his hips into your hand, which stills so you can allow him to fuck your palm. He continues to worship your breasts while his hips do most of the work, and you surrender yourself to the pleasurable scenario youâve found yourself in.
âYou knowâŚâ Jaehyun presses another kiss to your nipple, âI was going to ask you to sit on my face, but⌠itâs hard being this close to your pretty pussy and not just⌠slipping it in.â
âYeah?â You guide his cock closer to your core, so that when he ruts his hips, the tip of his cock glides through your soaked folds. âThen just do it.â
âHere I was, saying not to skip the foreplay- but here I am, giving in to you like always.âÂ
Jaehyun releases a laugh, and it makes you giggle along with him, because itâs true. Jaehyun may have this sexy, devil-may-care attitude, but heâs always been a total simp for you.Â
He was completely wrapped around your finger when you first met, and heâs completely wrapped around your finger now. Itâs interesting how so much can change, and so little can change at the same time.Â
âYou just feel so good,â Jaehyun groans, thrusting again, the tip of his pretty pink flushed cock just slipping inside of you-Â
âFuck, Jae, please-â you push your chest up toward his face again, pumping his length, trying to guide him deeper-
He brings his mouth to your own, capturing you in a breathtaking kiss as he sheaths himself into your wet core.
You let out a low whine, wrapping your legs around his hips and releasing his cock in favor of grabbing his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin.
âFuck-â Jaehyun moans, staying still inside of you while your walls pulse around his shaft. âMissed this perfect pussy, baby.â
âMissed your perfect cock,â you retort, tangling your fingers in his soft hair and drawing him in for another kiss.
His tongue clashes against your own, his hands finding your hips so he can steady himself as he begins to rut into you.Â
You love getting lost in him. You can feel your mind slipping away, your body giving into its primal instincts as Jaehyun makes love to you the way he has so many times before.
One of his hands finds your own, taking it from his shoulder and lacing your fingers above you, pressing you into the pillow. He breaks the kiss to look down at you, breathing heavily.
âThereâs so much Iâve wanted to say,â Jaehyun admits.
âThen say it,â you urge him, cupping his cheek with your free hand.
He nuzzles against your palm, closing his eyes for a moment while he enjoys your touch. âIâve missed everything about you. Youâve been on my mind every day for two years.â
Your heart aches.
âItâs more than just the sex, and you know it. Iâve missed holding you,â he squeezes your hand, âmissed sleeping next to you. Missed late-night talks and grilled cheese. Missed your laugh and the way your eyes light up when youâre happy. Missed the way you cry at sad parts in movies-â
As he talks, the pace of his thrusts gets faster, and you find it harder and harder not to moan like a whore and interrupt his cute little speech about missing you.Â
In fact, itâs hard to even keep your eyes open, but your gaze is caught in his own. Jaehyunâs staring into your soul, baring himself to you like a man whoâs brought all his walls down.Â
âI love you,â Jaehyun says gruffly, âIâve never stopped loving you. Not for one single day. Itâs you, and itâs always been you.â
Your stomach muscles clench at his admission, orgasm bubbling to the surface fast from the combination of his movements and his words.
âYou donât have to say anything,â he assures you, licking his lips. âJust rub your clit and let me feel your perfect pussy clench around me as you cum, that will be answer enough.â
With a loud whine, you throw your head back against the pillow, threading your free hand between your bodies. The first touch of your fingers on your clit has you throbbing already, and you release a gasp.
âThatâs it, baby,â Jaehyun coos, lips finding your throat. âJust like that.â
âJae-â
âI know, I know youâre close- must be pent up like me, right? Weâre both going to cum way too fast, but thatâs okay, we have all the time in the world to enjoy each other- the way Iâm going to eat your perfect pussy for breakfast tomorrow morning-â
Your core pulses at the thought, and you rub your clit harder.
âGonna let go for me, right, baby? Iâm so close, want you to cum with me.â
âIâm there-â you tell him, shivering as he licks the sweet spot on your throat. âFuck, Jae-â
âYou want me to cum inside right? Youâre still on the-â
âCum inside,â you interrupt him. âGod, fuck, please- need you to fill me up-â
Jaehyun groans, squeezing your hand again. His lips move from your neck to your mouth, and your tongues clash in a breathless, moan-filled frenzy, your orgasms just out of reach-
One more whimpered âpleaseâ out of you has Jaehyun moaning, his high crashing into him. You can feel him filling you up with his cum, and it triggers your own orgasm. A gasp escapes you, your sensitive nipples pressing against his chiseled chest-
You can feel him everywhere. Heâs all-consuming. You completely let go, sounds uninhibited, pussy throbbing harder than it has in the past two years.Â
Jaehyun fucks you through it, until youâre both sweaty, gasping messes. Then he collapses on top of you, giving your captured hand one last squeeze before adjusting. He rolls off of you just enough to tuck you close to his chest, hand finding your hair and beginning to pet you.
You can hear the racing of his heart as he catches his breath.
As you come down from your high, you feel a welling of emotion bubbling inside of you. Youâre shocked when a tear rolls down your cheek, and youâre quick to brush it away. Jaehyun notices the movement and tilts his head to assess you.
âAre you okay?â
âYeah,â you sniffle. âIâm justâŚ. Iâm happy, and I missed you a lot.â
âBaby,â Jaehyunâs fingers draw pretty nothings on your back, âI promise Iâm not going anywhere ever again.â
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Since you got back with Jaehyun over a year ago, the two of you havenât been separated for longer than twelve hours, but tomorrow is the day of your wedding, and there are certain traditions about the bride and groom staying apart- so here you are, cuddled on a couch in your hotel room, missing your fiance.
When your phone rings and Jaehyunâs pretty face shows up as the contact on your screen, you fumble over yourself to pause your movie and answer it. âJae?â
âHey, baby. What room are you in again?â
You think about it for a moment. Youâd never actually told him where youâre staying in the hotel⌠âWhy do you want to know?â
âMaybe I wanna send my fiance flowers before our wedding tomorrow.âÂ
God, whyâs he so charming?
You give him your room number without a second thought, hanging up with an âI love you.âÂ
Five minutes later, thereâs a knock at the door, and you open it to find Jaehyun standing there with a massive dimpled grin on his face, and a vase of flowers in his hands. âHi, baby.â
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Dp x Dc Demon twins AU
He couldnât help the dreadful apprehension building in his gut as he approached the disaster titled âFenton Worksâ. The magazine that started this all was in his lap, twisted and worn.
âGenius Child of Genius Woman Discovers Gorilla Male Actually A Female!â the cover read.Â
The shock of seeing his twin brotherâs face on the cover of a magazine with two adopted parents had taken Damian straight to his father, interrupting his work to shove the magazine in front of him.Â
It took only four days after the debut of the magazine featuring the discovery for the Waynes to converge on Amity Park.Â
It had to be a grab for their attention, of course. A magazine featuring the dead demon twin they missed the opportunity to ever meet.
Damian didnât know what to expect from his long-dead twin. He mostly expected it to be a trick concocted by the league, having already met brainwashed clones of himself and his brother.
He hadnât seen Danyal since he was eight years old and still naive to the league.
Damian was always the more skilled swordsman, the faster and stronger twin. The perfect soldier and heir.Â
But Danyal was the âspareâ, always a few seconds slower, strength giving out just a few seconds before Damianâs did. He questioned too many things and that eventually led to his death during a mission for the league.Â
Of course, none of that mattered to Damian. As much as he liked being the older, better brother he much preferred having his twin by his side. Nights trading legends of the stars, whispered assurances and shared secrets.Â
Just before he could ring the doorbell, the door swung open and his look-alike tumbled out of the house.Â
âYeah, Iâll be back by nine, mom!â Danyal yelled into the house, seemingly unaware of his guests as he tripped over his untied shoelace. He nearly bowled right into Damian, stopping just in time before hitting him.Â
âWhoa! Sorry!â Danyal straightened, pushing his messy hair out of his eyes. He opened his mouth to say something else but snapped it closed at the appearance of his twin.Â
Confusion, suspicion, and a whole myriad of expressions crossed his face, broadcasting his thoughts, before finally settling onâ wonder.
âDude, this is going to sound crazy, but you look, like, exactly like me.âÂ
That was how Damian found out his brother was an amnesiac.
And an idiot.Â
They discovered Danyalâs identity as the town hero embarrassingly quickly, though his supposed parents didnât notice when Phantom called them âMo-Maddie!âÂ
As a civilian he was cowed by an unintelligent Jock, unknowingly stalked by a crazed conspiracy theorist, and dated one of the many âghost huntersâ that targeted Phantom.Â
When Damian pointed all this out, Danny proudly let them know it was a âcoverâ to ensure no one would figure out his secret identityâ the confident Phantom that got by on the bare bones of league instincts that remained and sheer dumb luck wasnât the same as scaredy-cat Fenton.
His room was about as messy as Drake's, filled with the personality of a teenager untouched by the league. His friends and sister were filled with delusions of their best friend being a superhero with powers, rather than half-dead.
In a way, Damian was jealous Danyal could have such a normal life. He wasnât weighed down by the death and pain he caused in the past.Â
In other ways, Damian was grateful he wasnât naive enough to think his own parents hunting him was âfineâ or their attempts to comit war crimes on an interdimensional species âwasnât a big dealâ.
Perhaps his relapse in judgment could be forgiven. It had been six years since Damian saw his brother, in the chaos of bringing Danyal back to the manor and sending Jasmine off to an elite boarding school at her request, it wasnât amiss that Damian had forgotten a few key details about his brother.Â
Damian was always the more skilled swordsman, the faster and stronger twin. The perfect soldier and heir.Â
But Danyal?Â
He was an actor. He could lie, and charm and deceive better than any person Damian knew. Danyal played Mother, Grandfather and at times the entire league just to get his way.Â
But he never lied to Damian before.Â
At least, that was what Damian assumed, until an overcast Gotham day, where Danyal cornered Damian alone in the manor, eyes glowing an icey blue neither Phantom nor Fentonâs eyes ought to do. He wore a modern League of Assassins uniform, a familiar wakizashi blade formed from ice in his hand.Â
âGrandfather wants you to quit this rebellion and come home.â
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Other details to this idea I want but couldnât work in
-Danny has a secret secret identity thatâs a rogue that gets shit done
-Danny is lowkey annoyed Sam and Tucker were there for the whole portal incident, otherwise, he could have kept Phantom a secret.Â
-Danny lived with the Fentons to steal their research and report back to Raâs.Â
-Also as a punishment for, like, questioning the league or something.Â
-Danny resents Damian for being called the âspareâ while Damian was the heir
-Ghost king stuff might be happening, but Danny has kept it on the DL so he could easily usurp Raâs when heâs old enough
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I have always liked the idea of the school for mutants being very literally a school, and I know yes it is but I mean in the sense of if you want to be an X-men, you have to be a teacher. They have exams at the end of years, they have Ofsted checks (for those who donât know what they are, itâs essentially people coming to check that the school is good at being a school) and they have teachers for every subject, which brings me to my next point;
âIâm Right Youâre Wrong, Hereâs What The X-Men (â97 specifically) Would Teach As Subjectsâ.
(Also this is based off of UK school system but I use American terms like âseniorsâ and âAPâ and âMidtermsâ)
Maths Teacher Gambit is surprising, for a guy most assume to not being entirely smart, an idiot goof off whoâs the comedic relief. But you need to know numbers to gamble, and that he does with being very well versed in mathematics way past an AP level. Heâs made the promise for every senior class that he will teach them to play blackjack on the final day, and has only ever lost once. Which is when the rule of âno betting real moneyâ came into place.
English teacher Jean reminds me of the kind of teacher who would let the social outcasts into her class for their lunch breaks. The kids more likely to be bullied and she will fight tooth and nail to make sure those kids bullies donât come into that classroom. theyâre loud and shout and shouldnât really be in there but no one has to know and she certainly wonât be telling them to leave any time soon.
Physics teacher Magneto is very specific to my highschool experience Iâll be honest. I had a physics teacher who was an actual Dr with a PHD and he hated being there. His classroom has (well, had since the building was knocked down about 5 years ago now) this one cabinet that was never fully shut, it was always open just about an inch or two, and heâd stand with his foot hovering just above it and then slam down on it whenever we got too loud so the noise would shut us up. Thatâs very magneto coded. Erik Lehnsherr would purposefully make the cabinet always a little open so he can do that.
Biology teacher morph is just a funny concept, a person whose physical form and change and morph into just about anything. They are considered one of the âfunâ teachers, you could easily convince them to let you watch a movie all class as long as it was biology centred, but with classics like Osmosis Jones, youâre not stuck watching a documentary about animals giving birth.
Chemistry teacher Storm does not fuck about with childrenâs education. She is not strict by any means whatsoever, she just will not bend to someone saying they want to watch a film or should do a practical instead of theory. She has a set curriculum. She knows what she will be doing by the first week of the summer holidays and already has the room set up all pretty and organised.
Geography teacher Scott has the unfortunate job of telling his students that, they just wonât be looking at memorising country flags and politics. But hey!! Rocks are cool!! Beach shores are cool! Lake formations are cool! Heâs the vice principal and designated nerd teacher. He once beat the elite four for a student on their copy of PokĂŠmon Red because the student promised theyâd do well in their midterms. Yes, he was in his 30s when the game came out, he doesnât care.
History teacher Logan is a walking fun facts book. Heâs exhausted, goes on smoke breaks on every gap of time he has, dislikes his job and will randomly get passionate about one specific topic, and will then dedicate his next 4 classes to that topic. Having been through a lot of modern history with personal experiences, heâs able to bring a lot of souvenirs to show his classes. Bullets, helmets, clothes he once wore hundreds of years ago, his personal memories of basic inventions like the vaccine.
PE (physical education) teacher Rogue is full of fun sports games, you can join any kind of sports team you can imagine and if you ask nicely enough, sheâll put Just Dance on a projector in the sports hall so you can just play that instead of actually play an actual sport. As long as you leave her class exhausted and without time to have a shower before your next class then sheâs succeeded in making whoever your next teacher is absolutely miserable (bonus points if itâs Logan with his enhanced sense of smell).
Art teacher jubilee does believe that there is a right way to critique art. And she can be a little in your face about it. She does think you can have wrong opinions especially when it comes to your own art. If she overhears you saying you didnât something wrong, sheâll scream into a megaphone âadapt, improvise, overcome!â. There are no mistakes! Sheâs eccentric, bubbly, creative and brilliant, the only one suited for the job.
It wouldnât be a school without budget cuts. Thatâs why Nightcrawler is both the languages and religions teacher and heâs beloved at both. He comes up with roleplay scenarios the students can play to help learn their chosen languages, he has varied religious texts in his room and when he says to the students âIâll pray for toy during exam seasonâ heâs not actually joking.
(I forgot about Hank Iâm actually going to cry heâs one of my favourites and I forgot about him. Heâll be in pt two or smth.)
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Tim had forgotten, in his one man (and the admittedly liberal usage of hired guns) crusade at everything that had hurt his family, that he was technically a child. A time traveling 21 year old Tim Drake in his younger body, sure, but heâs still a nine year old child.
Tim was violently, unpleasantly reminded of this as he opened his front door to⌠Gotham Primaryâs truancy officer.
Oh shit. He still had to go to school. Tim scrambled for an excuse.
âHello, Timothy. Are your parents home?â
âUh- no, sir. Only my nanny. Iâve been really,â think, Timothy, think! Are you Red Robin for nothing? âreally sick. She went out for some medicine.â
Tim knew what the officer saw as he looked down at him, a pale, drawn little boy who looked like a sickly Victorian child. He has no idea that Tim had the beginnings of lean muscles and strong grip strength underneath his baggy clothes.
âI see. Iâll have to talk to your nanny, then. We need to be informed of when youâre ill, Timothy.â
âOh. She-â shit, shit, shit! âDoesnât speak English.â Was that racist? That felt racist. Gods, he probably sounds like a snobby classist elite. âIâll let my mom know to email you, sir?â
The truancy officer sighed. By Timâs lucky stars, he agreed. The man pulled out a singular paper from his plastic folder, clearly used to this kind of thing, especially from the elites of Gotham, and said, âEmail the school. And have her sign this note, please.â
Tim nodded seriously. Like hell he would.
When the officer was gone, Tim closed the gate immediately. He had forgotten to close it after getting back home from stalking the Bats last night. Well, Bat, singular, because Jason was still benched.
Tim sighed, grabbing a pen to fluidly forge Janet Drakeâs signature on his paper about truancy and proper procedures and what not. Then, he moved to the computer, easily stealing his motherâs credentials, emailing the school about his sick leave, and their decision to have him home schooled.
Heâd miss Ives, but honestly, Tim needed the free time. Plus, maybe this way, heâll graduate high school this time around. He drafted another email to the counselor, asking them what kind of curriculum and tests he needed to pass to obtain future degrees and what not.
He gets an email back, with all of the testing required and the steps âYoung Timothyâ should take in order to succeed in the rest of his academic career. Tim would like to point out heâs nine, and that this was pretentious. Helpful, sure, but pretentious all the same.
âThatâs what people donât mention about time traveling. Itâs all fun and games until you get hit with the mundane and tedious things.â Tim muttered, setting up his appointments for testing. Heâll have to find someone to drive him to the testsâŚ
His mind turned to his neighbors⌠hm. Thatâs a possibility.
Tim wiped all traces of his activities from his motherâs email, doing a quick and hidden bit of rerouting to get any educational emails regarding him sent to his own inbox.
Tim swigged a mouthful of coffee and continued on his merry way.
His new goal?
Find Cassandra Cain.
#Tim drake#Timothy drake#Batman#red Robin#time traveling tim drake#time travel fix it#scheming tim drake#Tim drake vs truancy officer#listen I went to a private school#they legit called me âyoungâ in an email to my mother#Tim drake vs the education system#Tim Drake and his mortal enemy: school#tim: I will never finish high school
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GHOSTS WITH HEARTBEATS
When Jason had been going to Gotham Academy, he had (for a good reputation for the media and to help him catch up on his penmanship, remember he had been on the streets and dropped out of school before getting picked up by Bruce for a while) signed up for a penpal project for 'less privileged people' to write to.
(Although Jason was annoyed the penpal project stayed within the states and only selected a middle of nowhere town, he knew the Richie Rich Elites would never subjugate their 'Heirs' to actual kids in need of learning how to read and write)
But Jason didn't mind his penpal.
Danny Fenton was a riot to talk, err write to in all honestly.
From his dry punny humor (and boy can he give even Dick a run for his money in the pun department but hey using some of them actually got Dick to warm up to him a few missions ago) and death jokes so many death jokes, to his nerdy love for space Jason enjoyed writing to Danny.
Even the short stories he would write about a ghost kid protecting a small town from other ghosts was interesting to read. He really liked the different kinds of ghosts there could be. Granted some seemed very OP like that Clockwork dude.
Jason liked writing to Danny, and even after the penpal project was over they had plans to keep sending letters, maybe even exchange numbers soon...
But then he died by the hands of the Joker.
The letters leaving Wayne Manor may had decreased but the letters being sent never did or at least until a few years ago.
Then Jason somehow returned to the land of the living.
Got taken by the LoA, tossed in the green waters and turned into their Pit Raged weapon for a while before leaving them behind and setting out for his revenge against the Joker and to force B's hand.
And becoming a Crime Boss for a while too. Can't forget that.
Point being with all this going on, the old warm memories of exchanging letters with Danny Fenton was pushed into the back of his mind and forgotten about for a while.
It isn't until one afternoon at Wayne Manor that while roughhousing with Dick, who had Jason in a brotherly headlock as they walked down a hall to one of the sitting rooms, that while Jason had slipped out of Dick's hold had stumbled into a hallway desk that had a few things on the top of it, one of the things being a small box that tumbled off when Jason hit it.
The box lid opened and out of it spilled out a good number of letters.
"Shiii-p, dang it Dick!" Jason said when he looked at the mess he accidentally made and stopped himself from swearing, the place might be named Wayne Manor but everyone knew this was Alfie's domain and no swearing was a rule within his halls.
Dick only laughed and teased only in a way a sibling can do "Hey not my fault your as big as a tank Jaybird! We should get you some caution signals if you keep bumping into things!"
Jason flipped him his favorite finger, thankfully Alfred only knew when they swore thus it did not summon him, and bent down to the letters.
His hands froze when he recognized the hand writing and the address it was sent from.
"From: Danny Fent Nightingale
Amity Park, IL"
To: Jason Todd-Wayne
Gotham City, NJ.
Wayne Manor"
And when Jason opened the letter. He really wasn't expecting what was written inside.
"Jason.
I'm finally leaving Amity Park. I can't be there anymore, not after everything. I'm too tired, and emotionally hurt. Everything is just to much. And I can't keep doing this to myself. My parents still canât understand there is nothing âwrongâ with me or why I refuse to let them take care of Ellie, I refuse to let her live the way Jazz and I did, Jazz has to much on her plate already with her own life and college but sheâs been hounding me to reach out to mom and dad, Sam refuses to listen to me when I tell her I want to be more than âPhantomâ in Amity Park, and Tucker is so busy trying to get into a good college and job we barely have time to talk nowadays. And donât get me started on Vlad, that fruitloopâs been breathing down my neck since Ellieâs deaging.
Despite how much of a hellhole you like to call it, I think Gotham might be my, no mine and Ellieâs best bet of living some kind of life, especially now since the whole deaging she had to go through, she needs an ectoplasm rich city as well and since she has no actual papers because she was my clone and I remember you saying Gotham has people who can create new identities and-
Iâm rambling again, to letter you again. I really need to stop it.
I canât keep pretending youâre going to read these.
I know youâll never read these. Youâre gone. I canât even find you in the Realms no matter where I look.
Iâm sorry. For using you as, well, a way to vent my life for last couple of years. I shouldnât had done it but it helped me.
Believing my friend was still alive and getting my letters I mean.
Again Iâm sorry.
This will be my last letter to your ghost, pun unintended.
Goodbye Jason. Wish us luck in your city.
-Danny Fen-Nightingale...."
The sent date on the letter was roughly eight years ago.
#danny phantom#danny fenton#crossover#dp x dc#blue rambles#danny phantom dc#writing ideas#random idea#dpxdc#danny kept writing letters to jason even after his announced death#jason todd#danielle phantom#ellie phantom#deaged ellie#Jason asks Alfred about the letters#and Alfred says he nor Bruce had the heart to open them since they were addressed to Jason#instead Alfred put them away but because he hasnât gotten a letter and with their chaotic lives he forgot#Jason is conflicted#should he reach out? to his old friend#Also what did Danny mean in his last letter? Deaging? with#he reads the other letters and realize the stories of a ghost boy might not just be stories#Danny is living in Gotham with Ellie#he cut some ties in Amity#Heâs done his best to stay off the Bats radar though#he doesnât wanna be dragged into the hero business again#He does meet RH when Ellie and her classmates are kidnapped though#what happens next is open ended#maybe dead on main? idk
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Take Me Home Tonight
⥠⥠Pairings ⥠⥠Law Professor Satoru Gojo x Student Fem Reader
⥠⥠Warnings ⥠⥠MDNI- Gojo is like 29 here, reader is like 22 or 23. Nothing too crazy. But is Professor/teacher forbidden type love. In this chap- oral sex (fem recieving), pussy slapping, rough sex, dirty talk.
⥠⥠Word Count ⥠⥠this chap- 7k
⥠⥠Summary ⥠⥠After passing your LSATs, your friends take you out to unwind. You never go out, so you are awkwardly agree, and you end up in the arms of a super hot man named Satoru. You end up screaming Satoru's name as he drops down on his knees before you, only to lose him in the club. All you have is his first name. Two months later, in your Criminal Law class, your heart stops. Your teacher? Professor Gojo. Or as you soon call him, Professor Dickhead. You can't fuck up your law school, and he won't fuck up his career, not just because he makes you wet in class, no, he's a dick. Right? That pout and blue eyes don't wreck you, right? - Lawyer AU
Chapter 14 ⥠⥠Masterlist ⥠⥠Playlist
Chapter 15- Final
Five years later
âPapa, Papa! I have a⌠um⌠ahjectin!â Comes your four year old daughter Norikoâs cute little voice, as you and Satoru are working at the office. Satoru comes to kneel in front of her, looking at her very seriously, sheâs got on a little lawyer jacket that had been tailor made, white hair just like her dad.
âAn objection! To me!?â Satoru demands, a hand on his chest, mouth open in a gasp, you watch with a grin, as your two year old daughter Faye sits on your lap, doodling all over a bunch of papers. She looks more like you, but she has Satoruâs swirling blue eyes all day.
âAjectin! I get to stay up past eight with Aunt Maki, I will give you pwetty picture if I can!â Satoru looks at you now, those glittering blue eyes so full of mirth, and you suppress your own giggle behind your hand.
âA pretty picture, hmm you offer an interesting compromise. I donât know, we have to ask Mama though.â Your daughter, Noriko smiles. Living up to her name at a young little age, she was as feisty as can be. You giggle again, earning her cute little glare.
âSorry baby, okay, it better be a beautiful picture, Iâll tell Maki you can stay up an extra hour, but you better be good for her!â
âI will mama!â
âThen itâs a deal, little lawyer.â You say to her, she giggles and runs to you now, her little arms out, you pull her on your other leg with her sister Faye.
âIâll make it so pretty Mama!â She smacks a little kiss on your cheek, and your heart is just so full it feels like it will burst, every little moment with your family is so beautiful.
âIâll let you two draw then, Iâve gotta finish some work with dad, okay?â They nod and you scooch their seats up as high as they go, planting kisses on each of their cheeks, walking over to where Gojo is sitting on his desk, watching you all.
âYou would have been such a shit defense attorney, glad you stuck with prosecution. You canât even handle little Noriko?â He teases, you stick out your tongue, shoving at him playfully.
âSheâs a beast, Toru, you know this.â He pulls you against him in a hug, arms around your waist, planting a little kiss on your forehead, making you sigh.
âI canât wait for our date tonight.â He whispers in your ear, making you flush furiously now, you peek back and theyâre still happily drawing, as you look back up at Gojo, seeing the lidded gaze he has.
Your hands clutch the lapels of his jacket as your shift, he would comment on it but he canât around the girls, but his damn face speaks for himself, as you tiptoe and kiss his chin. âHush!â
âDidnât say anything.â He smirks, and you roll your eyes at him. âYou canât wait either, huh?â
âCanât wait.â You whisper back, stealing a little kiss on those lips that always drive you to distraction, before you both get back to finishing up work for the day.
You both opened Gojo Family Law Firm two years ago, and itâs been insanely profitable. Maki and Yuta work for an elite law firm together, and Nanami and Suguru actually recently opened their own firm together with their good friend, Hiruguma. All of you are incredibly close, and tonight Maki is going to watch your girls, so you and Satoru can have a night out.
You are insanely excited, as you look over at your gorgeous husband, wearing that black pinstripe suit and leaned over his desk, the side profile of his face just absolutely perfect. You never, ever get tired of drinking in how beautiful he is, nor does he ever get tired of telling you how beautiful you are.
âNeed a picture, Miss Brat?â He teases.
âMiss Brat my ass! Iâm long past that.â You nudge him with your shoulder as you pour over paperwork, and then feel his eyes on you, one of his hands coming to sit on your lower back, leaning close.
âYouâre always Miss Brat to me.â You shake your head and roll your eyes, kissing his cheek, looking back at your girls now.
âI feel like six years have flown by.â
âI know, time does go fast, as busy as we all are.â
âTheyâre getting so big already.â You feel choked up, and Satoru now leans to whisper in your ear.
âWant another one in you?â Your heart falters, you gasp and see his snowy lashes are lowered, his husky whisper making your pulse race.
âSatoru!â
âWhat? One more wouldnât hurt.â You sigh, shaking your head.
âI think two is fine, Iâm just getting my body back!â
âI love your body, always.â You eye his lips now, before you both clear your throats, scooching away as the kids have climbed out of their seats, pointing at you both and giggling.
âMommy and Daddy smooch.â Noriko says, and Satoru grins now.
âNo smooch!â Faye says.
âSmooch!â Satoru says, and you laugh at them, getting a little âmwahâ from him now.
âYay!â
âYuck!â
âOh gosh letâs finish up for the day, so we can see Aunt Maki!â You say, and they are bouncing up and down, running around your big joint office now. You sigh, shaking your head. âI have three kids already.â
âI heard that, Missy!â Satoru says with a mock scowl, crossing his arms, but you just smirk right back at him.
âLet me look at that case.â You say softly, peering over now, Satoru had just grown more and more successful, the only case he ever did lose was Naoya on purpose, years ago, thankfully he has been in prison and isnât leaving. Satoru also was able to exonerate the person heâd falsely put away.
This case he was on now was a very high profile murder case, a star athlete accused of murdering his wife, you and Satoru both have a nagging bad feeling about it, of course you donât speak in front of the girls about it unless in murmurs. You jot down notes and point to them, he nods, his big hand on your waist as he leans forward, jotting his own down.
âGenius little brat.â He says against your ear.
âI learned from the best.â You say softly, smiling up at him.
âMama, Papa, look! Ovewuled!â Noriko shouts, waving her cute little arms around and pointing to her sister.
âOverruled!? Why is she overruled?â Satoru demands, crossing his arms and looking so serious as he leans back in his big office chair.
âBecause, Papa, she copied my drawing! In-ab-misâŚâ
âInadmissible?â You finish, earning her nod, and then her little sister stomps her cute little foot, crossing her arms.
âNuh- uh. Pwetty picture for Mama!â She says, holding it up now, you laugh softly, standing and bending low to take it.
âIs this Papa?â You ask, and she nods, grinning with her cute little teeth.
âPapa, Papa!â Faye shouts.
âItâs your favorite thing, Mama!â Noriko says.
You choke up then, gulping down emotions but failing, tears forming in your eyes as Satoru bends down, looking at the sketch of him, smiling so big. âThis is such a good picture, baby! Why is it overruled, Noriko?â You ask.
âBecause mine is better!â
âShe gets the competitive streak from you.â You whisper, Satoru smirks now, holding the other picture out and grinning so big.
You have the three people you love most in the world right here with you, your two baby girls and your Toru, youâre not sure if anything could get better. Youâre so full of love, especially as you watch the girls hugging each of Satoruâs legs, and he's walking them around as they cling to him, laughing. You put your hand on your chest for a moment, smiling at them.
âPapa, are you excited! Date with Mama!â Noriko says.
âDate Mama!â Faye says, and they point at you.
Satoru grins at you. âIâm very excited for a date with Mama.â
You really canât wait for tonight.
Youâre carrying Faye in one of your arms now, propped up on your hip, as Satoru is carrying in Noriko as you all walk into Maki and Yutaâs place. The girls get ridiculously excited, and Maki bends down holding her arms out, as they wiggle out of both of your hold, leaving you and Satoru laughing as you let them down. They run to her and jump in her arms.
âMaki, Maki!â They exclaim excitedly, Yuta comes out now and they run to him and hug his legs, he smiles and pats their heads affectionately.
âHey girlies!â He says.
âUta, Uta!â
âThey like you better than us.â You say, pouting, and Maki wiggles her brows and grins deviously.
âI give them anything they want. Come here, I missed you.â Maki hugs you now, then Satoru, who pats her head affectionately, earning her glare.
âDid you miss me too!?â He asks.
âThe tiniest bit.â She sticks her tongue out now, and the girls are bouncing around as you hand Maki their toys, tablets, everything basically. So many things Maki shoves them on the couch and shakes her head, taking in your outfit now. âYou look so hot, whoo.â
âThank you Maki.â You say with a blush, youâre dressed up in a slinky little black dress and heels, a pretty diamond necklace and bracelet Satoru bought you decorating your neck and wrists.
âYou look so pretty.â Yuta agrees, hugging you then.
âThank you! Ugh you two are the best for this, really.â
âWe donât mind at all. Theyâre our nieces you know.â Yuta turns to the girls then, bending down. âWhat movies are we watching?â
They start shouting then arguing, suddenly itâs like two baby lawyers, Maki snorts and shakes her head. âTheyâre just like both of you. Little monsters.â
âTheyâre angels.â Satoru says, as they continue arguing in lawyer form.
âSure they are. You two, get out, go have fun.â Maki practically shoves you both out the door now, you stop.
âLet me say bye! Gimme kisses babies.â They come running up and you peck kisses all over their cheeks, until Satoru drags you away and Maki shoves you again.
âI said go on! Weâre good.â She waves and shuts the door, leaving just you and Satoru, who looks your body up and down hungrily before picking you up, hauling you over his shoulder.
âToru! Too high!â
âYou look so good, I canât have you getting snatched up.â He smacks your ass now, earning a squeak, before setting you down and sliding into the car, pulling you in with him as Ijichi revs up the engine.
âA date.â You whisper.
âA date. If we make it.â Satoruâs pressing you down, back against the leather seats, you gasp at it, hips shifting, thighs spread around his narrow hips. His hands come to rest on your hips, a little wider than they used to be, but Satoru couldnât care less, in fact he loves your body more after babies. âThis bodyâŚâ
âYour body.â You whisper back, kissing him over and over, not the sweet kisses you normally share, this is desperate and hungry, this is the first date youâve had in months since you all have been so busy. Youâre both dying for each other, your gasp is loud when his cock brushes you under his slacks, pressing between your thighs. âNghâŚâ
âThose moans, I wanna hear them so fucking loud tonight.â He whispers, you giggle then, hips arching up for more, watching his pretty blue eyes dilate, tasting his sweet breath against your lips as your hands slide up his strong chest under his suit jacket, over that crisp white dress shirt.
âI wanna be loud so bad.â Your words undo him, heâs already pressing harder, earning your little whimper, as his lips find purchase against the base of your throat and heâs sucking there. Your hands grip his shoulders tightly, feeling every tension as his hands glide down your thighs.
âActing like some prim, proper soccer mom when youâre slutty.â He murmurs against your ear, only making you wetter.
âSlutty hmm? Thatâs you. Soccer dad.â
âMe!? You. Brat.â You giggle, before gasping, and heâs grinding more and more, your slinky dress up your hips as heâs grabbing one of your breasts in his hand now, squishing it over the silky fabric.
âMnhâŚâ You canât think of a proper word, Satoru Gojoâs hands, lips and body collide with yours, youâve never been able to get enough of him, and you never will get enough.
âCanât wait.â He says then, and you laugh, breathy, pausing him.
âSatoru Iâll be dripping cum all night on the date!â
âKeep it in then.â He says.
âGravity, Toru.â You retort. He rolls his eyes.
âHmph, brat.â Youâre both laughing now, heâs easing up just a bit, sighing as he looks down at you so lovingly, caressing your cheek with the backs of his fingers so delicately.
âSo beautiful.â Satoru murmurs, looking at your pretty face, you light up as he says so, biting your lip and flushing, lashes lowering over your glittering eyes. And god youâre so beautiful, he will never stop saying it, because you should know.
âThank you, I feel beautiful tonight.â You say, and he scoffs.
âEvery night. Beautiful brat.â Youâre wriggling under him, soft body so small under his long, lanky one, your soft breasts rising and falling, nipples perked up right against your thin dress.
âI wonât be able to wait if you keep looking at me like that.â You trail your fingers down his jaw now, studying him intensely, your breaths mingling in the car. God Satrou canât wait to hear you scream his name.
You all still had plenty of sex, but it was different now as parents, it was sneaking in the laundry room and him fucking you over the dryer real quick and fast, a hand clamped to your mouth. It was quiet nights in the bedroom, sometimes interrupted by little knocks on your door when one of the girls had a bad dream, only to be shoved apart by two little girls.
Youâd both end up on opposite sides of the bed, laughing and looking at each other, holding hands over them between you and falling asleep.
Satoru would have it no other way though, he loves his daughters so much, and he loves you so much, especially how amazing you are as a mother. Heâs so proud of who youâve become and who you are, a loving wife, an amazing mom, and a badass little attorney. You also still look just as good in those little pencil skirts as you always did, bossing him around.
âWhat is it, Toru? So quiet.â You say now, shaking him out of his thoughts. Satoru leans down lower, lips hovering over yours.
âThinking how proud I am of you.â
âSatoruâŚâ Youâre blinking tears now, he laughs softly as one escapes your eye, dripping down to your temple.
âCrybaby.â
âHush. That means a lot to me, thank you. I am proud of you.â His heart falters, at your words, at your touch, at your eyes reflecting all the love and desire he has for you.
âOf course you are, Iâm the best.â He winks and earns your laugh, before slamming his lips down back on yours. âI love you, wife.â
âI love you, husband.â You kiss and kiss and kiss until the car stops, and Satoru sits you up, fixing your hair thoughtfully, as you adjust his tie and collar. âWeâre still like two teenagers.â
âI know, youâre almost thirty.â
âYou are in your thirties!â
âIâm a Zaddy you know.â
âOh Jesus.â You smack your head and burst into laughter at him, as Ijichi comes to open your door now.
âDonât laugh, youâll be screaming it later.â
âIâm so sorry Ijichi.â You say then, putting a hand on his shoulder, he sighs, shaking his head.
âI get paid enough to ignore most of this.â Ijichi kisses your hand then, and ignores Satoru, earning his glare.
âI donât get such sweet things!â
âYou donât pay me enough to kiss your hand Mr. Gojo.â Ijichi leaves then, and Satoru scoffs, rolling his blue eyes.
âHe likes you better.â He says with a pout, youâre laughing softly, Satoru drags you in the building then, until you all are seated at a beautiful rooftop restaurant next to each other.
The lights are glimmering from the rooftop, lit up city lights decorating the distance along with a million glittering stars. Satoruâs hand is on your thigh as he leans close, forking a bite of yummy cake into your mouth after dinner, youâve not laughed so much in a while, the both of you genuinely enjoying every moment. Now his hand on your thigh has youâŚ
âYouâre wet this easy, huh?â Satoru teases in your ear, you gasp, smacking on his hand now, glaring.
âWhat!?â
âMmm, the heat emanating says you are.â He leans back to look at you, while the waitresses are bringing you both more drinks.
âYouâre such a conceited, arrogant ass.â
He glares back now. âAnd youâre a slutty little brat.â
âAm I now?â Your hand finds him under the tablecloth, making him jerk, and you grin. âTaste of your medicine. Hmm, youâre hard already?â
âIâm gonna fuck this attitude out of you all night.â He says now, tilting your chin up, all while the waiters are pouring your wine, not hearing your whispers against the wind thankfully. âYou think I will take it easy?â
âI hope you donât.â Youâre blushing as heâs grinning down at you, hand on your thigh pressing firmer, sliding up just so.
âJust wait till we get home, you know we have all night.â
âI know, fuck. Iâll check on them?â You take your phone and text Maki, Satoru pouts. âWhat!â
âPay attention to me brat.â
âI am, I just⌠okay Maki said theyâre fine and to just get laid.â You say with a huff, then you both laugh, sipping on your wine now.
âIâve always loved your friends. Fuck howâd I get so lucky to have you?â Heâs cupping your face so carefully, you feel emotions catch in your throat.
âIâm the lucky one, Satoru Gojo.â You brush his hair back gently. âBest father in the damn world, best husband. Best lawyer, best friend, best teacher. Youâre everything, you know that?â
âBrat, donât make me cry.â His lip trembles just so, and your foreheads rest together for a moment. âYouâre the best mother, best wife, best everything.â
âYou think so, Toru?â
âI know so. You make me so proud every day.â You both choke up then, in your own little world as waiters walk by, as people laugh and eat, but itâs just the two of you, with your love overwhelming your hearts in every way.
âI need you.â You say softly, then Satoruâs raising his hand.
âCheck please.â
âNeed these clothes off, now.â You whisper as you both stumble into your home soon after, yanking on his tie, unbuttoning his dress shirt with shaky hands, Satoru is turning you then, unzipping your dress.
âBeautiful fucking body.â He says softly, as the dress falls to a silky pool down your ankles.
You feel so beautiful with him.
You feel everything with him, every damn day.
Itâs always like the day you met, that eagerness, the need, it never dims does it? Satoru always has you like this, a fucking mess as heâs stripping you completely, turning you to him and holding your face with his huge hands, kissing you deeply over and over. You melt against him, heâs picking you up, thighs wrapped around his narrow hips, as he carries you to the bed you share.
Heâs laying you down on it, now just in his boxers, leaving you to study every muscle and line on his perfect body, but heâs soon spreading your thighs, kissing down your breasts, filling you with such intense need you canât think. Heâs sucking your nipples, youâre grinding your hips, pulling him in, gasping at the pleasure you feel while heâs slipping lower and lower.
âLove you, love you.â You whisper, he moans, kissing your tummy gently.
âI love you, fuck I love you. Every bit.â Heâs kissing lower and lower now, youâre able to be as loud as you want, and fuck you are loud, head falling back, the dim lights of the room fading to darkness when his breath is on your cunt.
âT-Toru!â Your voice is hoarse as youâre screaming out, Satoruâs latching on to your swollen little clit now, sucking it in his mouth and humming as he watches you under those long white lashes. Youâre gushing all over his pretty face, unable to even breathe, the pleasure is so - âSo good fuck!â
âMmm.â Is all you get in response, Satoruâs humming once more until your orgasm hits ridiculous, pussy clenching around nothing, covering his face in your slick as he takes a breath finally.
Your hands entangle in his silky hair, thighs shaking on either side of his head, he presses his fingers into the plush of one, as the other uses two fingers to sink into your little hole. You moan out at how good the stretch is, his tongue slipping up your slit to start drinking up every bit of arousal you have. Heâs pumping his fingers up and down, right on that spot, making you damn near delirious.
âSâyummy.â He says, before starting to focus on licking your clit, while using his fingers, so much stimulation you almost wanna pull his head off, but you simultaneously want to drag his mouth closer. Your hands just clutch in his hair instead, as heâs pushing you into another orgasm, you feel everything tensing, about to explode.
âToru!â You whine out, feeling his damn smirk against your pussy lips as he flicks one more time.
âYou love it, donât you miss brat?â He whispers, and your breath catches in your throat because youâre not sure if you can even speak, his fingers curling up in your soppy entrance. âYou love when I eat your slutty pussy out, hmm?â He asks, voice dark and smug, and oh fuck itâs so hot, especially being called that.
You all never talked that way much any more, especially as parents, and the word fucking thrills you. You canât help the whine that leaves you, nor the wetness thatâs dripping down his fingers, loud in the room, you hear it. Heâs grinning up at you, those white sharp fucking teeth glinting. Self satisfied, arrogant little shit, that you love more than anything, wrecking your mind.
âI love it, Satoru, I love it so much, itâs too much, I canât, oh my god, itâs too much, Iâm gonna - â Youâre cut off by another orgasm, your body writhing as he takes his mouth away to watch your pussy pulse and spasm hungrily. Heâs grinning wider, his fingers still moving as your insides clench around them.
âBut Iâm not done yet, baby girl, you can take more, canât you?â He says, and then heâs back at it, tongue flat against your clit, moving in a way that feels so fucking good, in tantalizing circles, and you can feel yourself getting wetter, your walls tightening around his digits. âCan you take three in you, baby?â
âThreeâŚâ You havenât in ages, Satoru has been so easy with you lately, always knowing if he fucked you too good youâd scream out loud. You gasp when heâs shoved another long finger in your pussy, hoarse cry escaping your lips, head slamming back against the pillow. âMnh!â
âSo pretty stretching out fâme, youâre such a good girl.â Youâre sobbing damn near as he continues, relentless on devouring your cunt, now kissing your tummy, the little stretch marks from the kids, spreading his hands across the expanse of your waist. âFuck youâre pretty.â
âFuck! Satoru, fuck me, please.â You beg now, youâre so full, so fucking full of his hand, craving his cock as heâs pressing it into the matress, pre cum leaking against his boxers, heâs throbbing just devouring you, his pretty wife.
You look down, watching as he licks you, eyes glazed with lust, and your heart stutters at how pretty he is between your thighs, even as your addled mind is sending you off the deep end.
âPretty.â You whisper, his brilliant blue eyes glinting, pupils shrunk to pinpoints, he leans up, sliding his third finger out now, working you with two.
âPretty?â He teases, his chin glistening with your arousal, you swipe at it gently, brushing a thumb over his pouty lip.
âYouâre pretty.â
âYouâre pretty. Especially this pussy, fuck.â Satoruâs buried his face back against you, pussy drunk on your taste, your smell, your everything.
âFuck me! Please, no more⌠dick.â
Heâs laughing against you, breaths making you jump, his fingers spreading the puffy lips of your sex wide so he can admire how pretty you are there. âNot yet, Iâm having fun down here, drinking up my wife.â
Fuck even after years, being called his wife just does something.
âWant your cock so bad please, please.â Youâre giving him those eyes, the ones he always melts for, but heâs having too much fun clearly, now pressing your thighs up high, smushing them against your body, tongue sliding inside your velvety walls now, long and curling up just so, making you spasm, literally twitching as you cry out. âPlease!â
 âTaste so fucking good.â Satoru smacks your pussy now, making you jolt, eyes rolling back in your head at how good it feels, the sting of his hit. He laughs now, spitting on your already stupidly wet pussy, watching it drip down and groaning. âSo fuckin wet, arenât you?��
âFor you.â You whisper, he shuts his eyes in pleasure at those words, youâre trying to yank him up, but heâs just fucking you with his fingers again, scissoring them in and our of your now sloppy cunt, youâre wriggling every which way, itâs too much, all too much.
âCum again Miss Brat.â
Miss Brat.
Fuck remember years and years ago, you both could not even be together, it was a mess, but you couldnât stay away, either of you. Your Professor Dickhead is just that, a fiend between your thighs, enjoying every bit of you falling apart, long tongue flicking so fast on your clit itâs ridiculous. Your breasts are heaving, he grips one with his free hand, tweaking a nipple, edging you further.
âIâm gonna cum again, Iâm gonna cum again - â The words are barely out of your mouth when your orgasm crashes into you, your back arching off the bed, your hands pulling on his hair until you think you might rip it out. Heâs not letting up, not even a little, and you feel like youâre going to pass out from pleasure.
As you start to come down, Satoruâs movements finally slow, his eyes never leaving yours, and he pulls his fingers out, bringing them up to his mouth to suck them clean. âYou taste so good, like heaven, baby.â He says, voice low and sweet, making you feel like you melt, youâre half dazed as he crawls up your body, kissing up your stomach, your chest, until his face is hovering above yours.
You cup his face gently, tears of overstimulation falling down your cheeks. âI need you inside me, please.â
âYeah baby, do you? So bad youâre crying?â He teases, you just reach down, shoving his boxers over his firm ass, gripping it and arching up, rubbing your slick cunt on his cock, making him gasp.
âOff, all the way off.â You demand with a glare, and heâs eagerly complying, laying back on top of you, cock springing and smacking against your thigh. You eagerly grip it in your soft hand, stroking him up and down, watching his eyes roll back before he kisses you.
You taste yourself on his lips, his tongue dripping with saliva as it slides into your mouth, yours swirls with his, your hands slipping up and down his cock now, feeling it hot and twitching under your touch. Youâre touching the tip, leaking so much precum, pulling back to slide it against your tongue, earning his feral growl, his brows low over his eyes now.
âFuck you know what youâre doing to me. Brat.â He huffs, and you giggle, until heâs shoved his cock all the way inside your tight entrance, youâre screaming out at how good it feels, as he moans, eyes rolling back in his skull. âOh my god so fuckin tight. How!? Brat and your evil tight pussy.â
Youâd laugh but heâs fucking into you insane now, thrusting so deep, shoving your thighs up into a mating press, tip abusing your poor cervix. Youâre shattering under him. His gorgeous face blurring in and out of your vision as your gaze swims, Satoruâs nose brushes yours as he studies you so intensely, hands shoving your thighs even further, even wider.
You struggle to take all of him, especially this deep, itâs been so long since heâs fucked you like this, like heâs lost his goddamn mind, making you a mess under him as his hips roll, grinding just so. You have a network of goosebumps everywhere he touches, everywhere his fingers brush, everywhere his lips press. Your cheek, your throat, your face.
Then heâs leaning back, kissing your ankle, your calf, fucking into you slower, but so hard the bed is creaking with every movement, the headboard smacking the wall with the force. Heâs moaning, nipping your leg with his teeth when heâs slinging it over his shoulder, hands pinning you to the bed.
âL-love⌠your⌠cock, fuck.â You manage, he smirks, rolling his hips again, raising a brow.
âYou do love it, donât you? So slutty. You always wanted your Professor so bad inside you?â Youâre gasping now, growing embarrassingly wet, and he notices, chuckling and leaning down, stretching you further.
âNeverâŚ. Used⌠a yardstick⌠fuckâŚâ Youâre laughing until he pulls out now. âNo, back in!â
âTurn around, I think you need a lesson.â Satoru bends you over, your ass is in the air, heâs pressing your head into the mattress, lining his cock back up with your slick entrance now.
âPlease, teach me. Ah!â Satoruâs shoved back in your cunt now, slamming hard, his pelvis smacking your ass, making it jiggle with each thrust as he smacks your ass cheeks over and over. The pain and pleasure are so blinding, youâre clinging to the sheets under you, crying out at how good it feels, him destroying you.
âLook at you, so pathetic, hmm?â
âAh!â
âYouâre mine. All mine. Mine.â Satoruâs whispering it like a mantra over and over, gripping your hips, thumbs pressing into the dimples of your back, sweat dripping down to your spine, he bends low to lap it up with his tongue.
âY-yours.â Your voice is a breathy whisper, Satoruâs losing it, and you love when he does, love every filthy word pouring out of his pretty lips while heâs steadily pounding your cunt, fucking so deep you feel him everywhere. âNgh!â
âThatâs it, cum all over my cock, baby. Slutty little brat.â
âF-fuck! Toru!â Your head falls back, hair cascading messy down your back, urging Satoru to pull it, shoving his cock so deep, youâre trembling as your cunt gushes sticky arousal all over his veiny cock, earning his groan. Satoruâs bent over you, pulling your hair, kissing you so deeply, your tongues messy and dripping as you sob into his lips with pleasure.
âThatâs it, milking my cock, huh?â He whispers now, pulling you up so youâre balancing on your shaky hands and knees.
âFuck I missed this.â You whisper back, he moans, nodding, burying his head against your neck.
âYou miss screaming like a perfect slut?â
âYes, fuck yes.â
âWant all this cum in your cunt, huh?â
âPlease, please, please.â
âSo desperate, so needy.â Satoruâs fucking you harder now, grunting as he feels your walls fluttering around his cock, his balls slapping your overstimulated clit while he fucks you so hard from behind. Heâs gripping your hair harder, his hand wrapping your throat now, shoving two fingers deep in your mouth, you suck them eagerly. âCry for me, pretty. I love how good those tears look.â
âMnh.â Is all you manage, while Satoru takes you over, fucking you so deep, his fingers shoved into your mouth, so deep your nearly choke, youâre slobbering all over them, spit drooling as your cunt drools on his cock, making him gasp and slow.
âFeel too good, too perfect.â His voice is softer, fingers still in your mouth, other hand wrapping your neck and squeezing, hugging you completely to his hard, lithe body while heâs pounding your pussy. Youâre close again, and this time so intense youâre floating, no longer even here. âPerfect cocksleeve for me, huh?â
You nod as he pulls his fingers out, pressing you down into the mattress, his cock kissing your cervix again and again, hand around your throat squeezing as insane blue eyes look into yours. You try to focus, to cling to the blankets as if theyâll tether you, as heâs filling you so full, your tummy pressed into the mattress, cock wrecking anything you have left.
âSatoru! L-loveâŚ. YouâŚ.â You hear his groan, heâs biting your earlobe, squeezing your throat harder, making it go fuzzy, blissful.
âFucking love you, so much, so much⌠everything in me⌠loves youâŚâ Youâre crying now, at the love in your heart, at the sensations of your husband wrecking your cunt, wrecking your mind, your soul.
âSâall yours. All of me, all of it. Yours, yours, yours.â You squeak out the words, his hand lifts from your throat, turning your face to him, blue eyes devouring yours, studying your everything, hips rolling so his cock is slamming your spot, and your own eyes flutter in and out of focus, youâre clinging to his forearm, cunt dripping.
âIâm yours, baby girl. Always, always, always.â Heâs exhaling now, kissing you again, cupping your jaw so possessive, while heâs taking you over. âCum with me, let me feel that perfect pussy milk me.â
âPlease, cum in me.â Youâre gasping when heâs fucking you so deep, burying his cock inside your pussy, over and over, until you feel him throbbing, and his hot white cum pouring into you.
You cum just from that, from the hot sticky white ropes filling your pussy so good, youâre so full of him, as he pumps his hot load into your eager cunt. His whimper in your ear sets you off further, youâre shaking under him as heâs breathing heavily, his cries now being drunk by your mouth. Your cunt is spasming around his cock, milking him for every bit of cum he has, Satoruâs trembling now against you.
You both lay there, kissing, rocking back and forth, heâs gently pumping more and more of his cum inside you, but youâre already pushing so much out, with the force of how much heâs made you cum. Youâve created a slick mess down the blankets, down the bed, gasping and shaking when his teeth bites your neck hard, his hand gripping your hair and pressing into your scalp.
âOh my god, I fucking love you.â He whispers. You giggle, breathless, looking back at him with swollen lips and mascara trails on your cheeks.
âI love you, fuck⌠we needed this.â You tease, grinning, he relaxes his hold, laughing now too, so handsome he breaks your heart every time.
âWe needed this so bad.â He eases out, exhaling, watching as your fluids and his mix, dripping down the bed. âOh my god⌠so sexy.â
âSatoru!â Heâs shoved your ass in the air, burying his face against your pussy, lapping his cum out of it. âSatoru!â
âMore.â Is all he says, you look back at him, shaking, and your cunt is throbbing all over as you study his pretty face.
âMore.â You whisper back, and now your husband is lavishing your oversensitive cunt with his stupidly talented tongue, moaning against you, whispering how much he loves your pussy, youâd almost get jealous but soon youâre sucking his cock, sucking your cum off it.
Heâs moaning and whimpering while you do, while you have his rock hard again, drinking his precum up and coating your tongue with him. And when youâre riding his cock with your sore cunt, and heâs gripping your breasts, and your hair is falling to the side of you both, covering you from the world, you know you could go again, again and again.
âSo fucking good, baby girl. Taking me so well.â Satoru murmurs, hands on your ass, urging you to ride him more and more.
Youâre weak, a mess, sweaty, both of you. But youâre urged on by the desire, the need to be so close to each other, to lose yourselves, and as youâre riding his cock so good, and heâs sucking on your nipples, moaning with his perfect lips, you canât get enough. Neither of you can get enough, over and over, all goddamn night, until youâre both sore, exhausted, messes.
Heâs ready for more, kissing you, still buried inside your pussy and hardening in you, caressing your face, lashes low. âWant another baby?â He whispers, smirking now, and you sigh.
âNo!â
âOne more?â He pleads, pressing deeper inside your pussy.
âNoâŚâ Heâs grinning, fucking into your sore cunt, it hurts to take him but you crave it, you need it, need him.
âIâm putting another baby in you, brat.â He whispers against your lips, and your cunt is drooling down his cock, as youâre stretched and fucked beyond your means, heâs not stopping, and you donât want him to.
You cup his face, eyes flickering down to his body, his abs flexing as he fucks into you. âOne more.â
The Next Day
âOh my god.â Your kids are running circles as you pull up your next case, looking at Satoru with a big grin.
âWhat is it, Miss Brat?â He asks, tapping his pen on his desk, flipping his page, blue eyes locking on yours.
âMy next case⌠itâs apparently prosecuting Mr. Banks.â
Satoru pauses, then scowls, standing up, leaning forward with his hands on his desk now. âExcuse me!?â
âSure is. Hmm, maybe Iâll take it. See if I can make the infamous Satoru Gojo lose a case.â You stand too now, leaning over your desk, lips turning up as his do now too.
âOh yeah, you're challenging me? Psh. Rookie.â You cross your arms now, looking at the girls.
âWho would win, me or Daddy?â
âMama!â Faye shouts.
âPapa!â Noriko argues now.
You walk to Satoru Gojo then, your husband, the father of your children, your best damn friend in the world. And heâs walking to you, meeting you in the middle of the room, hands in his pockets as he leans down. He brushes your hair behind your ear, smirks down at you, leaning to whisper against your lips, letting you taste his cool breath, inhaling his scent.
âThink you can beat me in any case, Miss Brat?â He asks, sarcastic tone dripping, conceited as fuck and tempting you to know end.
You lean against his lips, as your kids are giggling. âI sure do think I can. In fact, Iâll win.â
But youâve already won, havenât you? You have Satoru Gojo, now and always, and now his beautiful family. Who cares if he probably will stomp your ass in a case?
âI already won.â He says, mirroring your thoughts, you kiss him gently, pulling back and then raising a brow.
âSo⌠challenge on, Professor?â You tease.
Satoru grins. âChallenge on, Miss Brat.â
The End
A/N: I am so emotional, I've been writing this one since June and I truly love Professor Dickhead and Miss Brat SO much. They have a huge chunk of my heart. I hope you all enjoyed their end, it seems as if Gojo Family Law firm will be having even more added to it aha. Love you all and see you in the others!!
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Study Partner
An alternate world in which the elites rule the world and have everything at their fingertips. At a top elite college, âStudy Partnersâ - the most desirable sexual partners around the world - are assigned to the top 10% of students with the highest grades.
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warning: smut, reader is naked majority of the time, porn with little plot, facial, oral sex, saliva, voyeurism, public indecency, masturbation, creampie, anal, double penetration, drooling, cum swallowing, handjobs, overstimulation
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Alternate Universe
"Congratulations students." says the dean, hands clapping together. He was a short and fat man with round glasses on his face. "On being in the top 10% of students with the highest grades."
Jungkook held his head in his hands and released a sigh. His eyes boredly watched his death on the flat screen television in the classroom he sat. On a Saturday of all days.
"You'd think we'd get a medal or something." Jimin scoffs. "Instead of being forced inside of a classroom on the weekend."
The top 10% of students were only 1,000 out of the 10,000 attending the private university. It was a University their parents attended and even their grandparents, fully funded by the elite last names that attended throughout decades. While the school remained vacant with the rest of the students attending, only the 1,000 students were permitted on University grounds. Guards lined up outside the gates and ID'd each student as they entered and were instructed to show where they would be for the day.
"Why'd they separate us?" asks Taehyung, seated with his leg on another desk. "Having 5 in a room seems like such a hassle."
Hoseok hums in agreement.
"You all must be confused as to why you're here on a free day, but you'll be confused no longer. We have separated you to the correct rooms where each of you will be awarded for your grades." the dean smiles, a sinister wide smile.Â
Hoseok's eyes the windows to the right of the room, showing the hallway of the University. It soon litters with women and men all around the same ages - and all naked.
The television turns black and the door that held the five men - Hoseok, Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook - swings open. A guard strolls in and behind him, a woman - you. You're naked like the rest, nipples perky and erect as you bounced inside cheerfully.Â
"Studying starts now. Lunch will be in the next two hours." the guard says, and like clockwork, the television displays a countdown.Â
The guard closes the door and you smile at the faces of the five men inside, all confused and bewildered.
"Hello." you wave to them, but neither of them respond. "I'm sure you're all wondering what's going on."
"Yes, we are." Jungkook murmurs, but his eyes glue themselves to your exposed clit. It feels dirty to stare at you, especially in front of his hyungs.
"I'm Y/N. I'm a study partner." you began to speak, making your way closer to them. "You as the top 10% of students are being rewarded for keeping your grades high."
"With...?" Jimin questions. But he's sure he knows the answer.Â
"Sex." you answer coolly. "You can do anything you want with me, of course." you smile cutely and Jimin reddens. "All at once or one at a time."
Taehyung shakes his head and snickers. "This is crazy." but he feels his cock twitch with excitement.Â
"It is." you agree. "But it's a reward for working so hard. So today, you'll use me for whatever desires you have."
You're already naked, so it doesn't take long for you to stroll to the closest person - Park Jimin. You lift your leg to place your knee upon his desk, pussy - glistening and wet - flashing him.Â
Jimin gulps visibly, swallowing the lump in his throat. His eyes don't glance away from you to know that they're eight eyes upon him and you.Â
You grasp Jimin's hand and place it upon your naked breast. These men weren't going to take the first move, and you didn't blame them. It was a tradition spawning decades that study partners will be gifted to elite students with the highest grades. The tradition itself is left a secret until the time comes, former alumni vowing to not reveal it. You would never forget the look on the faces of those prior to the five men - bewildered but willing.
"Let me take care of you, Jimin-ssi." you murmur.
Jungkook feels his pants grow tighter at the sight of you and Jimin, eyes wide and body frozen in shock. You place your lips upon Jimin, hand encouraging him to fondle your breast - and when Jimin does your throat allows you to moan in satisfaction.
Taehyung doesn't recall how long you and Jimin kiss, it's all a blur to him. What he does know is that he blinks and you're upon your knees, ass high into the air and your lips are around Jimin's cock. You waste no time gagging upon it, reaching it deep into your throat like a pro.
Jimin's moaning, eyes snapping shut. Your mouth was amazing and your throat proved to be even better.
"You're so hard, Jimin-ssi." you swipe your tongue against the tip of his cock teasingly. "Is what I'm doing making you this hard?"
Jimin nods hastily. He was breathing heavily and sweating. He feels you take him in your mouth once more, this time slobbering messily upon his cock, even taking it out and slapping yourself with it a few times the way you knew he liked it - never revealing to any of them how you know their kinks.
Hoseok doesn't stop himself from reaching into his sweats. He was but a man, and watching you pleasure Jimin to the point the man is twitching in his seat is hot. He wraps a hand around his cock and pumps, eyes on your pussy clenching on nothing - oh how he wished it was his cock you were clenching around.
"If you keep sucking like that I'm gonna cum." Jimin hisses, groaning at the way your mouth suctions around his cock.
Jimin is coming undone and you do nothing but suck harder. You wrap a hand around the base of his cock and pump him while you suck and soon Jimin is twitching harder in his seat.
Jimin peaks his eyes open as he's cumming to witness your smiling face, cum dripping out of his cock and right onto your lips. You were enjoying this - you had to be. Initially, he assumed you were doing this for the money - and with working for a private elite school, the money was amazing. But you truly enjoyed pleasuring him - and for that he found it more worthwhile. The cum drips down your chin and onto your chest.
Jimin falls limp into his seat while you lick the remaining cum from your lips.Â
Namjoon is the first to react. He - like Hoseok - was but a man and already had his cock out and ready. He quickly grasps you from your position and hoists you up. You yelp, but turn to face the tall man.Â
"You're so cute when you're horny." you murmur to Namjoon, and before he can react to your words you push him besides Jimin in an empty seat. You sit upon him, both legs on either side of him. Your clit is dripping with excitement when you rub it against his cock, and Namjoon swallows as you do so. "You know, I have been assigned to you all since you started."
Namjoon's ears perk, as do the other four men.
"They allowed me to study each of you. They showed me pictures and I just knew I couldn't wait to have you." you continue to grind against Namjoon while his hands dig into the skin of your hips. "I prepared myself for this moment and I won't stop until I've satisfied each of you."
You pushed yourself onto Namjoon's tip, entering it inside of you.
Namjoon grunts, eyes glued to your bouncing breast as you adjusted to his size. Your pussy was hot and wet and his cock felt as if it was going to melt - and could he truly be angered if it did?
You embrace Namjoon, both arms tugging him closer to you. Your breast suffocates him as you bounce atop of him, but he doesn't care. He cannot bring himself to. All he does care about is the way your pussy is making him feel - as if he could cum any moment now and wouldn't be ashamed by how quick it was.
Hoseok was the next to follow. His cock felt ready to explode at the sight of you and Namjoon and waiting for his turn was not an option. He tugs you off of Namjoon, but the only one upset about it is the man and not you. You instead giggle at his action.
Hoseok pushes you upon a glaring Namjoon and enters you, wasting no time to crack his hips inside of you at a brutal pace. Your hands clench Namjoon's shoulders for support. Your moans filled the room along with Hoseok's brutal thrusts. Your pussy is dripping slick down your thighs, but you do nothing but beg for more and more - needing to be filled by the man.Â
Your breasts clap against one another loudly when Hoseok yanks you by your neck closer to him. Namjoon takes this opportunity to take a nipple into his mouth and suck, left hand cupping your wet clit. He rubs circles on your clit and you're coming undone right before their eyes - and the eyes of Taehyung and Jungkook.Â
"I'm gonna cum!" You wail, legs shaking in great pleasure. Hoseok's cock was so big and he knew just how to fuck you - deep and hard just how you loved it. Namjoon's fingers playing with your clit as he sucked and bite at your breast was the icing on top, and just as Hoseok shoots his cum into you, you're squirting against Namjoon's hand, a long cry of satisfaction leaving your lips.
"It's my turn!" Jungkook hisses, cock out and ready to pounce, but Namjoon shakes his head.
"Hobi took my turn." Namjoon retorts.
"You let him." Jungkook rolls his eyes and he's already grabbing you by your arm when Namjoon tugs you closer to him.
"I can take the both of you." you moan. Your pussy throbs for more, even after Hoseok's powerful rampage.Â
"H-Huh?" Jungkook flushes at your statement. He swallows thickly, eyes already dark with lust. His mind is blurred enough at the fact that this wasnât a wet dream. No, you were actually here taking everyone so well.
Namjoon is already seated, so it isn't hard to turn towards Jungkook and bring him closer to you. You turn back around and sit upon Namjoon, directing his cock closer to your pussy. He gulps when you center it at your hole and begin to thrust inside.
"Now you both can have a turn." you murmur, the pressure of having Namjoon inside of you causes you to take a deep breath, but it doesn't last long. Jungkook is already behind you and centering his own cock at your hole.
Jungkook has never done this before and it feels amazing to enter you. He coughs a couple groans when he does so - so tight and warm, inviting. Your back arches to take more of him, and it was the invitation needed for Jungkook to thrust.
As you feel Jungkook fuck your ass, Namjoon begins to thrust inside of your pussy. You never felt so satisfied and full at once - and the sensation was amazing. Your breasts are directly against Namjoonâs chest, fingers clenching his shoulders.Â
The situation right now feels surreal for Jungkook - and so filthy. The sane part of him wants himself to slow down - that you were still a woman and is deemed fragile. But youâre the one moaning so loud for them - telling him and Namjoon how much you truly wanted it.
And who was Jungkook but a man to give you what you were begging for?
âSheâs so tight.â Jungkook grunts, hands firmly placed upon your hips, his own hips snapping directly inside of you.Â
âPlease fuck me as hard as youâd like.â you slurr, your insides churning with such pleasure. You donât notice Taehyung come before you until your hair is being yanked, and even then you cannot bring yourself to care.
The position had to be uncomfortable to you, but Taehyung doesnât care. After all, you stated that you wanted all of them, and thatâs what he was going to give you until it was his turn to fuck you.Â
Taehyung places his cock against your willing tongue, groaning at the wet sensation. He slaps your cheek and you do as you were silently told. You begin to suck upon Taehyungâs cock, throat vibrating with Namjoonâs and Jungkookâs thrusts.
âSheâs so filthy.â Taehyung chuckles, a hand firmly in your hair. âThe perfect whore with all of her holes stuffed.â
You groan a response.
âFuck, fuck, fuck,â Jungkook snaps his hips even harder, his eyes clenching shut. He couldnât look at you anymore, not while you appeared so filthy. He focuses on cumming, your tight walls clenching around him each time.
Jungkook removes himself from inside of you, hand wrapped around his cock. He grabs you from Taehyung - much to the mans annoyance - and cum directly onto your mouth. You open your mouth even wider to swallow every last droplet.
âOh, shit.â Namjoon was next, but he didn't remove himself. He cums deep inside of you, thrusts sloppy and his eyes on the sight of you swallowing Jungkookâs cum.
âMy turn.â Taehyung sing-songs, all too excited. He grabs you from Namjoon and roughly presses you against a nearby desk, chest slamming against it. He spreads your legs apart and doesnât waste any time in entering you. âYouâre still tight as if you werenât fucked by so many cocks already.â
Taehyungâs speed is degrading, he cares solely about his own please - but you arenât upset. Youâve came so many times now that if you didnât this time, you wouldnât be angry.Â
You slam against the cold desk with each thrust from Taehyung. Your pussy clenches, slick dripping down your thighs.
âPlease cum inside of me!â you wail, overstimulation getting to you. You feel fresh tears swell in your eyes.
Taehyung slams a hand over your mouth, thrusts never stopping. Heâs so deep that you swear you can feel him in your stomach, something that shouldnât be possible.
âIâll give you what you want.â Taehyung laughs, eyes zoning in on the way your ass bounces against his cock. He was never meant to last long - not with how wet, willing and tight you were. A few more sloppy thrusts and heâs cumming inside of you, so much that it begins to drip out before he could remove himself.
Jimin stands once more. âWe donât have much time left. I want to cum in her next.âÂ
The time has went by rapidly, and the timer shown that there was only 30 minutes left until lunch,
âIâm sure we can all cum just one more time.â Hoseokâs already hard again, dark eyes filled with lust.Â
Jimin flips you onto your back. Your legs open automatically for him, but youâre far too exhausted to do anything.Â
âI can take two in my mouth.â you slur, already opening your mouth to invite any two inside.
Jimin growls. He grasps his cock and enters you just as you allow Namjoon and Hoseok inside your mouth. In each hand, Jungkook and Taehyung are being pumped.
Jimin focuses on your bouncing breast, then to the way your mouth was being fucked by his hyungs. You were truly a sight to behold - a woman willing to do anything to please them. He places a thumb upon your clit and rubs roughly while he fucks inside of you.
âShe likes that, hyung.â Jungkook groans, his cock being pumped so tightly in your soft hands.Â
Jimin knows, he can feel you clench him even tighter. How your pussy isnât stretched out by the amount of cocks you had inside of you, heâd never know.
Thereâs saliva seeping out of your mouth, but you cannot bring yourself to care. Youâve come twice already with Jimin inside of you. You were far from exhausted, allowing Taehyung and Jungkook to jack themselves with your hands and for Namjoon and Hoseok to use your mouth as they wanted.Â
Your eyes remained open, but you couldnât focus on anything - your vision was blurry due to the tears and even not, you were currently seeing stars due to the overstimulation.
Jimin cums deep inside of you with a final thrust, slapping your clit harshly. Namjoon was next, the first to remove himself from your lips to coat your cheeks with his warm seed. Jungkook and Taehyung follow suit, both coating each of your breasts and finally Hoseok, deep inside of your throat.
You cough when you finally feel oxygen run through your lungs - the alarm blaring in the room. It was now lunchtime, you note, and you heard shuffling just outside the classroom walls.Â
Anticipation runs through you knowing that there was still the whole day ahead of you with the five men after lunch was over.
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high school slasher!kennedy x reader
you and leon in your senior year of a boarding high school, he finally goes insane in his final years, killing everyone who's horribly wronged him in this fucked, secret elite society establishment, a manipulator who's completely unhinged and needs you, but you find out.
this is a snippet of something im working on as a series, but i may not finish, enjoy this SPICY sample though, tell me what you think, PLEASE. and yandere undertones ofc.
Tough fingers gripped over your mouth, body forcing you into the wall while his eyes pierce yours, centimetres apart. Your quick breath blows onto his hands through your mouth and he can see the fear in your eyes. The knife is still in his left hand but he still looks as calm as he always is. Your blood is cold as itâs ice spreads and freezes your limbs, feeling the tears well up on your waterline.
Slowly, he leans up. Pressing a kiss against your forehead, mouth leading back to the side of your ear.Â
âYou shouldnât have done that.â He whispers, his knifed hand pushing up your shirt, the blade gently dragging down. âDonât disappoint me, sweetheart. Donât scream.â He says, smiling warningly as the pressure from your mouth is relieved. You shut your eyes tightly, tilting your head up away from him, the first tear dripping from your face.Â
âI trusted you.â Your voice shakes, expecting the sharp pain to meet your rib, his hand gently wipes your cheek.Â
âI was never going to hurt you.â
âSo what were you using me for then? As an alibi? Were you going to kill me last?âÂ
âYouâre one of the only real people in this school, why would I throw that away?â
âI-â
âYou like me donât you?â He cuts off, Leon Kennedy is nothing but a manipulator, and you know youâre just as fucking stupid to fall for it again. Why are you even letting him open his mouth? Whatever comes out is a lie, a part of a his plan.Â
âI donât even know who you are.â He pushes you, and you fall back onto his bed, just like last night. His hands push up against your wrist, grabbing your hands, just like last night. The same butterflies hit your stomach, but itâs worse, itâs mixed with the nausea of it being a serial killer, the nausea of not knowing whatâs happening, or whatâs happening next. Fuck.Â
You turn your head away from him, tears still coming down your cheeks as your face is flushed red.Â
âThis. Was real.â He breathes as his nose drags up your neck. âYou know it was⌠So why, did you have to ruin everything?â He says, pressing his lips to your earlobe. âIt doesnât have to stop, I know you still want this. Who I am makes you want it more⌠I know you, Y/n.âÂ
âI didnât know you were a fucking psychopath.â You whispered, even if he is right, you donât want to accept it. âWhy are you doing this to people?â
âYou remember what I told you?â
âJust because these people are bad it doesnât mean they deserve to die. Theyâre school children.â He laughed at your response.Â
âThe ones Iâve taken are 18, well over the age to think critically. These people donât change, Y/n. Donât you understand that yet? The headmaster, the staff, the student society. They were all here once, they leave, and they hurt people, every, single, time. Every single one. Iâm not letting them hurt me again. Not me, not anyone else. Theyâll be an example to the younger years.â
âBut-â
âTheyâve killed people. Whatâs so wrong with a taste of their own medicine? Donât you think they deserve it after what theyâve done to me? Did I deserve to have my family bankrupted and killed?â His grip tightens considerably, your wrists aching, and more tears prick your eyes. Heâs right, again. But this doesnât feel right. âDid I?â He presses.Â
You hesitate. âYou didnât.â
âWhat else could I have done?â He says, his face is as desperate as his voice, begging to be forgiven. His hands sliver up to your hands, holding them tightly, still keeping you down. Your heart hurts for him, what happens next you couldnât stop yourself from doing, it was instinctual.Â
���Itâs okay, Leon. Calm down.â
âYou understand me, right? They killed my family. I was 5.â The mention of his parents sets him off more, his face drops into your neck, letting go of your hands and wrapping them around your body. Heâs shaking, his tears are wetting you, both sharing trembling breaths.Â
âI⌠I understand⌠Leon, everything is okay. I understand.â You wrap your arms around him, rubbing his back.
âFuck. I hate them, they donât deserve anything.â
âItâs okay.â
âAnd to think you joined, the most perfect girl in the world. They couldâve hurt you. They wouldâve hurt someone as sweet and quiet as you.â
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Elizabeth Cochran was born on May 5, 1864 in Cochranâs Mills, Pennsylvania. The town was founded by her father, Judge Michael Cochran. Elizabeth had fourteen siblings. Her father had ten children from his first marriage and five children from his second marriage to Elizabethâs mother, Mary Jane Kennedy.
Michael Cochranâs rise from mill worker to mill owner to judge meant his family lived very comfortably. Unfortunately, he died when Elizabeth was only six years old and his fortune was divided among his many children, leaving Elizabethâs mother and her children with a small fraction of the wealth they once enjoyed. Elizabethâs mother soon remarried, but quickly divorced her second husband because of abuse, and relocated the family to Pittsburgh.
Elizabeth knew that she would need to support herself financially. At the age of 15, she enrolled in the State Normal School in Indiana, Pennsylvania, and an added an âeâ to her last name to sound more distinguished. Her plan was to graduate and find a position as a teacher. However, after only a year and a half, Elizabeth ran out of money and could no longer afford the tuition. She moved back to Pittsburgh to help her mother run a boarding house.
In 1885, Elizabeth read an article in the Pittsburgh Dispatch that argued a womanâs place was in the home, âto be a helpmate to a man.â She strongly disagreed with this opinion and sent an angry letter to the editor anonymously signed âLonely Orphan Girl.â
The newspaperâs editor, George A. Madden, was so impressed with the letter that he published a note asking the âLonely Orphan Girlâ to reveal her name. Elizabeth marched into the Dispatch offices and introduced herself. Madden immediately offered her a job as a columnist. Shortly after her first article was published, Elizabeth changed her pseudonym from âLonely Orphan Girlâ to âNellie Bly,â after a popular song.
Elizabeth positioned herself as an investigative reporter. She went undercover at a factory where she experienced unsafe working conditions, poor wages, and long hours. Her honest reporting about the horrors of workersâ lives attracted negative attention from local factory owners. Elizabethâs boss did not want to anger Pittsburghâs elite and quickly reassigned her as a society columnist.
To escape writing about womenâs issues on the society page, Elizabeth volunteered to travel to Mexico. She lived there as an international correspondent for the Dispatch for six months. When she returned, she was again assigned to the society page and promptly quit in protest.
Elizabeth hoped the massive newspaper industry of New York City would be more open-minded to a female journalist and left Pittsburgh. Although several newspapers turned down her application because she was a woman, she was eventually given the opportunity to write for Joseph Pulitzerâs New York World.
In her first act of âstuntâ journalism for the World, Elizabeth pretended to be mentally ill and arranged to be a patient at New Yorkâs insane asylum for the poor, Blackwellâs Island. For ten days Elizabeth experienced the physical and mental abuses suffered by patients.
Elizabethâs report about Blackwellâs Island earned her a permanent position as an investigative journalist for the World. She published her articles in a book titled 10 Days in A Mad House. In it, she explained that New York City invested more money into care for the mentally ill after her articles were published. She was satisfied to know that her work led to change.
Activist journalists like Elizabethâcommonly known as muckrakersâwere an important part of reform movements. Elizabethâs investigations brought attention to inequalities and often motivated others to take action. She uncovered the abuse of women by male police officers, identified an employment agency that was stealing from immigrants, and exposed corrupt politicians. She also interviewed influential and controversial figures, including Emma Goldman in 1893.
The most famous of Elizabethâs stunts was her successful seventy-two-day trip around the world in 1889, for which she had two goals. First, she wanted to beat the record set in the popular fictional world tour from Jules Verneâs Around the World in Eighty Days. Second, she wanted to prove that women were capable of traveling just as well asâif not better thanâmen. Elizabeth traveled light, taking only the dress she wore, a cape, and a small travelerâs bag. She challenged the stereotypical assumption that women could not travel without many suitcases, outfit changes, and vanity items. Her world tour made her a celebrity. After her return, she toured the country as a lecturer. Her image was used on everything from playing cards to board games. She recounted her adventures in her final book, Around the World in 72 Days.
In 1895, Elizabeth retired from writing and married Robert Livingston Seaman. Robert was a millionaire who owned the Iron Clad Manufacturing Company and the American Steel Barrel Company. When Robert died in 1904, Elizabeth briefly took over as president of his companies.
In 1911, she returned to journalism as a reporter for the New York Evening Journal. She covered a number of national news stories, including the Woman Suffrage Parade of 1913 in Washington, D.C. Elizabeth often referred to suffrage in her articles, arguing that women were as capable as men in all things. During World War I, she traveled to Europe as the first woman to report from the trenches on the front line.
Although Elizabeth never regained the level of stardom she experienced after her trip around the world, she continued to use her writing to shed light on issues of the day. She died of pneumonia on January 27, 1922.
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Wattpad things to manifest
- Dark academia edition
âžâ。𦹠°⩠: A whole new school to open that is exactly what you want with your desired vibes (desired school)
âžâ。𦹠°⩠: ENEMIES TO LOVERS
âžâ。𦹠°⩠: Becoming that mysterious, insanely beautiful girl/guy in your class that everyone is in love with but no one knows anything about
âžâ。𦹠°⩠: Elite friend group
âžâ。𦹠°⩠: Friend group of misfits
âžâ。𦹠°⩠: The bad boy of the school falling in love with you
âžâ。𦹠°⩠: Have an unknown, foreign language that has been dead for years that only your friends/school knows
âžâ。𦹠°⩠: Have a friend group of your gender that is mysterious and everyone is in love with you guys (main character energy đ)
âžâ。𦹠°⩠: Befriending a crow that follows you everywhere / come up to you whenever they see you
âžâ。𦹠°⩠: Constantly having moody, mysterious weather around you (a mix between autumn and winter. Think England weather)
âžâ。𦹠°⩠: Embody the vibes of Isabel LaRosaâs songs
âžâ。𦹠°⩠: Desired school uniform
âžâ。𦹠°⩠: Your school to be haunted
âžâ。𦹠°⩠: Be the academic weapon at your school; everyone admires your intelligence
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