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strawberrynull · 6 months ago

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──⯎ ˙⛸ ̟ on thin ice

엔하이픈 | Enhypen | Park Sunghoon

──Pairing: skater!sunghoon x afab skater!reader

──Genre: angst, fluff, smut

──Synopsis: You've been paired with a new skating partner right before competition. The two of you work well on the ice but off ice, all you do is argue. One day, an argument leads to a heartfelt confession... and more...

──Warnings: cursing, fighting, unprotected sex, size kink, soft dom!hoon,

──A/N: erm... so this is my first time writing something spicy so I'm kinda nervous. I hope its not too bad lol. Please lmk if I could improve this kind of writing in any way. My messages are always open

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You would have never imagined that skating with the infamous Park Sunghoon would have lead you here- waking up in someone else’s apartment, wearing clothes that weren’t yours.

The past month had been busy with skating practice. Your coach stuck you with a new skating partner, making you have to adapt to his unique skating style only a few weeks before competition.

Your coach had forced the two of you to hang out off ice often to bond since pair skating needed a real connection between partners. Trust. This was the most important value your coach was working on with you two. You needed to be able to trust that he would never hurt you purposefully. That was kind of a difficult thing to entrust on the Park Sunghoon. He was a short tempered person- he was known for losing his cool with his other skating partners. Hence why you were sceptical about skating with him but your coach insisted. She said that you two were a perfect match.

She may have been right though, There was something about the way you and Sunghoon just seemed to click on the ice. Off ice was a different story.You tried your best to get along with him but he was snarky and rude. Now you understood why he didn't get along with past partners.

“You guys get along so well.” Your coach claimed, one day, cupping her face in awe. You turned to her with a look of genuine shock and confusion. She let out a fake sob, wiping away an imaginary tear. “I’m so proud.” She turned toward you, her eyes pure, assuring you that she wasn’t lying. “What’s with the look dear?”

“Ah, I’m just confused. What do you mean? We get along horribly!” You flung your hands up dramatically. Your coach just laughed.

“Oh dear y/n, you may not see it but I do. I’ve been coaching this prick since the beginning.”

“I’m afraid I still don’t understand.” You said causing your coach to let out a reminiscent sigh.

“You see, y/n,” she motioned for you to come closer, cupping a hand to her mouth. “Sunghoon has never been able to successfully skate with any of his past partners. It frustrated him and he would lash out- calling out every mistake his partner would make and arguing even more off the ice.” You pressed your lips into a small o before your face returned to a confused expression again.

“But…” You started, biting softly at your bottom lip. “We argue a lot off ice too. Aren’t you the least bit worried?”

“Not at all. You two don’t argue nearly as much as the last girl. And he’s so gentle when he does correct you.” As she rambled, you saw Sunghoon approaching from behind her. You tried your best to shoosh her by putting a finger to your lips. “And the way Sunghoon looks at you…” She said longingly, rocking on her heels. You dropped your head in defeat when Sunghoon snapped his neck toward you and your coach. When you looked back up, he was there towering over you with a disappointed look.

“You called?” He asked sarcastically, glaring down at you through his dark bangs.

“We were talking about our partnership.” You deadpanned, crossing your arms. A look of shock washed over Sunghoons face before returning to his usual cold glare. Your coach slinked away, not wanting to be in between yet another fight.

“A-are we ending the partnership?” Sunghoon stuttered, trying to hold back a worried tone.

“I dunno… it’s not completely off the table yet so…” You trailed off, causing Sunghoon to bite his lower lip.

“So then you’re considering it?” He asked anxiously. He never acted this way normally. It was almost as if he didn’t want you to leave. “But we’ve been doing so well recently!”

“Sunghoon, nothing is set in stone right now-”

“You’ve never had a partner like me though. Coach told me that you, too, have never been able to connect with any of your partners.” This set something off in your brain. Like stepping on a twig, you snapped.

“Why do you always make things about you? Seriously, not everything is about you, Park Sunghoon! Grow the fuck up!” Sunghoon flinched at your sudden yelling. He stared at you in shock. When he didn’t respond, you mumbled, “Maybe breaking off this partnership would be a good idea.” You turned of your heels to leave.

“Wait, no!: He yelled desperately, reaching his hand out but ultimately pulling it back before you could see.

“What do you mean, ‘no’” You hissed, exaggerating every word. Sunghoon tried to speak but his words were caught in his throat. In his desperation he had trapped himself in a corner. “Hurry up and spit it out. Remember, our partnership is on the line and my patience is running out.”

“Fuck, fine. I don’t want to end our partnership.” He admitted, throwing his hands up in defeat. Your face softened as you realized that maybe, just maybe, he actually cared. “We’ve been doing so well on the ice. We can’t give up right before competition.” Your expression quickly hardened again.

“You only care about this stupid competition! You don’t care about me at all!” You shouted, pointing at him.

“No, y/n, listen.” He said sternly. His eyebrows furrowed when you didn’t listen and continued to yell.

“You’re using me so you can make it to the top!” You poked his chest repeatedly as you spat hollow accusations. Sunghoon clenched his fists, trying not to get angered by your meaningless words. “You never gave a shit!”

“That’s not-”

“That’s not what, Sunghoon? Tell me why i shouldn’t end this partnership right now.” You demanded making him gulp.

“Please, y/n, you’ve been the first partner I’ve ever trusted this much-” He said, becoming vulnerable before being interrupted by you again.

“Trust!? You wanna talk about fucking trust right now!?” You laughed in disbelief. “I can’t even try to trust you when all you do is argue with me!”

“Then let me help you trust me.” Sunghoon proposed seriously. There was no deceit in his tone.

“W-what?” You stuttered with wide eyes.

“Let me prove to you that you can trust me- that I would never do anything to hurt you.” He said with sincerity laced in his words. He stepped forward, taking your hand in his. “I swear I care about you and not just competition so please give me this chance to make everything up to you.”

“How do you plan on doing that? That’s a big promise, Hoon.” You poke your tongue into the side of your cheek trying to keep your stern expression. The way he held your hand, though- you couldn’t help but give into his now warm gaze.

His heart melted at the nickname you gave him. He stepped closer and tucked a stray hair behind your ear before leaning in to whisper in your ear. “Take off your skates and meet me in my car in 5. Then you’ll find out.” He gave a caring smile before leaving the building.

You didn’t hesitate to rip off your skates like they were filled with bugs. You tossed your stuff into your bag before leaving the building too. You stepped outside and looked around for Sunghoons car. Thankfully it was very hard to spot since his was the only car aside from your own.

When you got to his car and hopped into the passenger seat, he turned to smirk at you with his chin resting in his palm. Your breath hitches as he leans closer to you.

"I knew I wouldn't have to wait long." He says, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. "Can I just kiss you already?" You nod furiously making him chuckle before lightly placing his lips over yours. Sunghoons lips were soft and gentle- the complete opposite of what you expected.

He took his sweet time exploring your mouth as if it would be his last time. His hand found it's way to your chin, tilting it up to gain better access to you. Sunghoon hungrily nips at your lips, wanting more. You grab onto his shirt, whining into the kiss. He squeezes your waist and slightly groans at the feeling of vibration on his lips.

Not too long after, you were on your way to his apartment. You were still in the passenger seat of Sunghoons car with his hand on your thigh, rubbing small circles on your soft skin. The moment felt surreal. You had never seen this side of Park Sunghoon. It was like he was a whole different person but honestly, you were liking the change of events.

As soon as you arrived at his apartment, Sunghoons lustful lips met yours again. You were pushed against the wall, one of Sunghoons hands on your waist and the other lost in your silky hair.

You pull away momentarily causing him to lean towards you, attempting to chase your lips. You put a hand on his chin to lightly push him away, giggling at his actions. "Was this really your master plan for trying to get me to believe you?" You chuckle as he sulks, trying to take your hand off his chin.

"It's working thought, is it not?" He smirks, sliding his hand from your waist into your pants and down to your already soaked panties. Your ears redden as you turn your head, avoiding his gaze. "Is that a yes?" He repeats, pressing his index finger against your clothed pussy.

"Fuck- then you better convince me real good." You demand through clenched teeth, snaking both your arms around his neck and pulling his face back down to your own. He hungrily kisses you, leading you blindly to his room where he pushes you to sit on the bed.

You run your hands up and down his torso as he leaves marks all over your neck. He takes off his shirt and begins tugging at the zipper of your tight skating jacket, urging you to do the same. Sunghoon stares down at you with his hands on your waist. You can see the prominent bulge in his pants grow. He can't take his eyes off you.

"You're so beautiful, fuck, princess." He hisses, palming himself through his pants. You reach down, removing his hand and replacing it with your own. A groan escapes his lips. "Your hand feels so much better than mine." He sighs, letting his head drop onto your shoulder. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, kissing and nipping at your skin.

He mumbles something onto your skin, making you unable to hear him. You take your hand off his pants and push his forehead forcing him to look at you. He groans at the loss of physical touch. Sunghoon doesn't look into your eyes, instead he can only stare at your lips- your faces only centimeters apart.

"What'd you say?" You whisper against his lips.

"I said, I've been waiting for this moment for so long." He smiles softly before landing his lips on yours while his hand finds its way to the waistband of your pants, sliding them down your thighs. You do the same, helping him remove his pants. The pace of his passionate kisses slow down as he feels every inch of your body. His plump lips move in such a way that no longer feels like lust but rather that he's drunk in love.

His breath gets caught in his throat when he feels you tug down his boxers, freeing his painfully hard cock. It's big and has a nice girth to it. The tip is red and swollen, already leaking pre cum. You wrap your slim fingers around him, moving your hand up and down his shaft. He quickly remembers you calling him selfish earlier and grabs your wrist, removing your hand from him. The sudden desire to please you washes over ever part of him. Your panties are pushed to the side as Sunghoons fingers gently caress your folds, collecting your arousal. You hiss at the sudden contact. He then brings his hand to his length, stroking and rubbing your juices onto his cock. This elicits a groan from Hoon- his dick now aching to have more of you.

"Are you- um.. are you ready, princess?" You nod, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to your small figure. He took his bottom lip between his teeth as he pushed his tip against your entrance. A whine escaped your lips. You close your eyes, anticipating the feeling of being stuffed with his cock.

And that's just what he did. He slowly pushed more into you, asking every few seconds if you were doing okay. Giggles filled the room when Sunghoon asked for the nth time.

"Why are you so nervous all of a sudden, Hoonie?" You asked stifling laughs.

"You're just so perfect- I don't want to mess this up." He explained in a low voice, covering his face with one of his shaky hands.

"Look at me," you demand, propping yourself up on your elbows and bringing your lips close to his ear. "I want you to fuck me so hard I won't be able to skate tomorrow." You whisper in a low hushed voice.

Sunghoon groans before pushing the rest of his length into you, almost bottoming out completely- he couldn't help himself. A muffled moan slipped past your slightly parted lips.

"Shit you feel... mmh... s-so good." He says through clenched teeth. "Tell me what you need from me. I want you to trust me, princess." He whispers, leaning down to kiss your neck. Your heart warms hearing his selfless desires; putting your feelings before his own.

"Hoon, please move." You whine grasping at his soft hair and moving your head to the side, giving him full access of your exposed neck.

He groans at the nickname you gave him. He begins pushing in and out of you with slow, sensual trusts. He sighs in satisfaction, dropping his head on your shoulder.

A deep moan erupts from your throat. Your face contorts from the pain and pleasure of being filled with Sunghoons cock. Though, he still handles you delicately, which is too slow and soft for your liking.

You bring your hand to cup his flushed cheek. "I told you to fuck me until I can't walk, not fuck me like I'm made of glass." Your thumb rubs circles on the soft skin of his cheek.

"Are you sure you can handle that?" He asks, not meaning to sound intimidating, though it comes off that way.

You snake your hand from his cheek to the back of his neck and pull his face close to yours. "Don't underestimate me."

Sunghoons eyes widen at your response. Like a switch has been flipped, his hips start moving on their own. One of his large hands grip your waist as his pace quickens. He grunts, clamping his eyes shut. You gasp in surprise by his sudden actions and by instinct you grip his shoulders harshly, digging your nails into his skin. He hisses before crashing his lips onto yours, presumably to muffle his own moans.

You bring one of your hands up to weave your fingers through the boys dark locks. The sounds of muffled moans and skin slapping fill the room making both you and Sunghoon dizzy.

He pulls away as he runs out of breath, gasping for air. His gasps mixed with desperate moans fill your ears. Your cheeks flush at the thought that he was in so much bliss that he was nearly whining from your touch. His brows were scrunched together as his mouth hung slightly open. You never would have expected that a guy as cold as Sunghoon would be this needy in bed.

You groaned out his name as he pressed his hips forward, burying himself deeper inside your cunt, his larger body towering over you.

"Shit- was that good? Did that feel good?" He asked, trying with all his power to keep his head up to look at your beautiful face. You knew he was trying to sound sexy but he sounded more genuinely concerned than anything. It was endearing that he cared so much about how he was making you feel. Looking back, he had always been this way. Always reassuring you when you did difficult stunts on the ice; he would always make sure you were ready before attempting anything too difficult. He was definitely the type of guy you could fall in love with.

"Hoon, feels s'good..." You groan, tugging lightly at his scalp. He gasps at the pain your fingers cause as he's forced to look down at your smaller figure. Though he urges you to continue pulling at his hair, and you do just that, earning more whines from him.

Sunghoon drops his head onto your shoulder, unable to hold it up any longer. His body drapes over your own so your chests are touching. You could feel him shaking above you like his arms were about to give out at any second. You could tell he was getting closer as his moans became higher in pitch with every thrust of his hips.

"Yn-" he calls your name through a choked gasp.

"Yes, Hoonie?" You answer, lifing his chin so he can look you in the eyes. He bit down on his bottom lip. His damp hair was stuck to his forehead, half pushed to the side in a weak attempt to keep it out of his face. His dark eyebrows furrowed together from the pleasurable bliss you made him feel. He looked like he was in heaven.

"I- ah!" He chokes back moans, trying to form a full sentence but clearly failing to do so. You know what he was trying to say though. You could already tell he was close and so were you. "I'm... cumming..." Oh shit. He was closer than you thought. "Oh fuck... oh- fuck!"

Before you could think, he was already spurting ropes of thick cum, painting your insides white. Sunghoon was whining uncontrollably, burying his face in the crook of your neck. In a quick attempt to silence his noises, he decides to bite down on the soft skin of your neck. A loud moan slips past your lips as you feel your own high rip through you. You claw at his back, leaving many scratch marks that you profusely apologized about later.

Sunghoon continued to piston in and out of your warm pussy sloppily until the very end of your climax. Then he collapses next to you, huffing and panting like he had run a marathon. His arms snake around you to hug your small body from the side. He dips his head down to the crook of your neck, panting soft kisses.

"Shit, Hoon," You jolt upright. "I gotta get home and I don't have my car-"

"Just stay the night then." He replies nonchalantly.

"What?"

"Stay." He groans, pulling you back down to lay next to him. After giving it some thought, you nod hesitantly. You lay back down, scooting back into his embrace. "I really do love you, y'know." Hoon's smooth voice rings through your ears.

"Me too." You say without bothering to look at him.

"Are you being serious?" He asks genuinely, sitting up quickly. His eyes were wide with what was perhaps a relieved expression.

You turn around to look him in the eyes, reaching a hand up to cup his cheek before reassuring him. "Yes, Hoon. I love you." You chuckle as he lays back down next to you, leaving many happy kisses all over your pretty face.

In the morning, you woke up in an almost unfamiliar room. Though, it wasn't really unfamiliar after you remembered what had happened the night prior. Now you remembered where you were. That's how you ended up in Park Sunghoons bed.

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wmnwntmefshfrme · 2 months ago

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I FINISHED THEM. I DID IT. WOOHOO (crying)

edit: putting myself back in the trenches, more extreme though since i'm making character sheets LMAOAOA

design notes:

Yaira: nothing changed

Estrella: dead mom ponytail gone </3 i only did it in the og drawing of her bc its funny

Robin: ROBINNNN. IM SO SORRY I FORGOT THE PUFF BUNS UUEHEHHHHH- anyway, when i was planning out the designs for the other named npcs, i was like "why the hell are there so many gingers" so i made her have blue hair :3 to match with her confidence stat :3 also gave her yellow/orange eyes instead of green bc there were also a lot of green eyed npcs

Sydney: SKUNK HAIR. I DUNNO HOW I FORGOT ABOUT THAT YUMMY DYE STYLE. SYDNEY IM SORRY. i completely forgot i wanted to still have her natural hair (also just made pink bc teehee i like whimsy) to show

Whitney: not much changed besides the hair style. completely forgot i wanted her to be super gyaru OTL. gave her cheek piercings bc they're cute :3

Kylar: i lowkey started to not like how i did her hair originally and then came across all the sketches i made for the LIs and was like FLUFFY KY :3 ofc had to keep the emo bangs :3

Avery: nothing changed LMAOAOA

Great Hawk: FEATHER HAIR. I FORGOT I MADE A SKETCH FOR FEATHER-LIKE HAIR FOR HER. IM MAD AT MYSELF.

Black Wolf: not much changed, just made her hair longer bc why not

Alex: not much changed, just made he hair more of a red red, darkened her skin, altered her bangs, and changed the color of her bandana. still wanted to keep her looking like a cutie patootie

Eden: I ACCIDENTALLY GAVE HER A GIANT FOREHEAD THE FIRST TIME AND I DIDN'T MEAN TO SOBBING. not much changed though, just made her hair darker and have a green tint to it. look im trying to make my designs have lots of whimsy

Quinn: you can tell with Quinn LMAO. i just felt like she needed to have a distinct look since she's a special npc n all :3 classic purple and green color scheme for a shady character

Bailey: i'm gonna be honest, i was originally gonna go with a mean asian mom look for Bailey but then i was like "....what if muscle mommy"

Remy: i wanted her to look like a little shit. that's all

Briar: tried to go for a bit of a Jessica Rabbit and Rarity type aura. i really like her design and she could put me in the underground brothel any day :3 /j

Leighton: just an old hag, nothing special

Harper: wanted to make her look a little inhuman??? i think i got it with how dead her skin looks idk. also wanted her to look like a little shit

Landry: here's where the asian mom look went. i like her and Mickey's dynamic and they both just look like regular people (better for crime)

Sirris: Sydney if she was older. idk what else i should've done lol

River: old lady :3 hot old lady :3c (pt 1)

Doren: i wanted her hair to look fluffy as hell

Winter: old lady :3 hot old lady :3c (pt 2)

Mason: SEAWEED HAIR. that's all

Charlie: wanted to embody :3c

Darryl: she's very cutie patootie to me so i made her a cute patootie

Sam: wanted her to look like candy kinda. idk :3

Niki: i only made her hair a little longer and no weird two layer thing for the short portion

Zephyr: wanted her to look smug and also kinda cute???? idk, i didn't really have a vision for her

Jordan: also didn't really have a vision for her, but it did want her to gave similar eyes to Quinn

Gwylan: her i did have a vision for :3c she's a cutie patootie, that's all :3

Wren: thought a side shave would make her look cooler

Mickey: hairstyle changed a little. other than that, not much changed

Morgan: still a wet rat

Ivory Wraith: nothing changed (they have special eyes tho)

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imaginesandbandfiction · 7 months ago

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Second Choices

Pairing: Cassian x Reader

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A/N: I hope this makes sense lol. I opened my planning doc for the next part of Triad, read the three sentences I had written there, and then closed it and went back to a random drabble in my notes app that exploded into this. So… enjoy, I guess? There will be three parts of this total, so click here to be added to the taglist to be notified when those go live!

Warnings: Angst, drinking, drug use (slightly forced, if you squint?), a little hint of smut at the end but it doesn't progress very far

“Y/N is a bitch,” Braelie whined, voice echoing out from the restroom’s open door. Mor sighed, snapped the cap back onto her signature red lip gloss, then turned towards Cassian’s female-du-jour. She was pretty, in an artificial sort of way. Her foundation, a shade too light, was caked on with a thick layer of matte powder that swallowed the light when it hit her face, leaving her skin dull and sullen. The dark eye makeup and too-bright lipstick made her look like a doll, and not the kind for children.

“Listen, Brae,” Mor hoped that using a nickname would soften the major blow she was about to land. She reached out and laid a light, comforting hand onto one bony shoulder. “Y/N and Cassian have been friends for a long time. I won’t lie to you, sometimes the lines get blurred when they’re both single. She’s probably having some complicated feelings, since you’re so pretty,” Mor rushed to add that last part when Braelin’s lower lip wobbled. Then she prayed to the Mother for your forgiveness and said, lowering her voice to a whisper, “she’s probably just jealous.”

That put a spark back into Braelie’s eyes, and Mor cringed. She added Cassian to her list of prayers as Braelie flounced away in search of him.

Cassian hovered with his hand on the doorknob, ready to duck out the side door to sneak in a quick smoke break while Braelie freshened up with Mor.

Braelie was hot, sure, but Cauldron she was dumb. If Cassian had to hear the words, “wait, really?” one more time, he might not make it long enough to get her into his bed tonight. Just a few puffs of mirthroot would dull the edges of his brain enough to find her cluelessness endearing.

She wasn’t the most exciting company, but she was reliable, and he needed that. He’d broken things off with Skyla three weeks earlier and knew that he was dangerously close to doing the one thing he wore he’d stop doing, so he went out one night, alone, and found Braelie.

After overhearing Mor’s words, he felt guilt roiling deep in his gut. So he smoked half a joint and headed back inside. He danced with her and thought of you. Walked her home and thought of you. She invited him in for a drink and pressed her too-pink lips against his.

He thought of you.

Afterward, he wrapped one arm around her shoulders and waited until her breathing slowed before sneaking out through the window. He shoved off of the sill and let his wings fully expand, catching the wind and sending him soaring into the early morning sky.

—

You hadn’t meant for Cassian’s latest fling to overhear you calling her a “Cauldron-damned floozy,” but it had happened anyway.

“She’s soooooo annoyingggg,” you slurred, taking another swig from the wine glass in your hand. You let your head fall back until it landed on Azriel’s shoulder. He chuckled and you felt his shadows nipping at your cheeks, lightly scolding you for being bitchy. They tickled like tiny, ice-cold kisses, but that wasn’t enough to stop you. “Seriously, Az. I dunno what Cas sees in her. She’s just another Cauldron-damned floozy, good for keeping his bed warm and not much else.”

Mor had managed to redirect Braelie towards the restrooms after that, leaving you alone in the booth with Az, completely oblivious.

Azriel’s shadows had alerted him to her presence, and a smirk graced his lips. He sensed some major drama brewing and relished in his position at the sidelines.

“Why, Y/N, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you sound jealous,” he drawled. You let your head loll to the side so you could glare at him, which coaxed a bark of laughter from his lips.

—

The first coherent thought you had the next morning was water. I need water. You dragged yourself out of bed and trudged into the bathroom, gulping mouthful after mouthful straight from the faucet.

But water could only do so much for a hangover, so you threw a robe over your pajamas and tiptoed down the Townhouse stairs. It was nearing noon but, based on the disheveled state everyone had returned in last night, you didn’t want to risk waking anyone and incurring their hungover wrath.

Outside the kitchen, you heard low, muffled voices and paused to listen before entering. Mother forbid you end up interrupting Cassian and Braelie’s post-coital feast. Cauldron, even her name was annoying.

“I just don’t understand why Y/N would say something like that,” you heard Cassian say, wincing as memories from last night flooded your brain.

“Look, Y/N’s your best friend, I’m sure she’s just feeling put out now that you’re spending so much time with Braelie,” Az said, careful to keep his tone neutral.

“Well she doesn’t have to be such a bitch about it.”

You turned away and snuck back up the stairs to change into real clothes, deciding that breakfast at your favorite cafe was in order. Preferably paired with a mimosa or five.

—

Az sighed and took a sip of tea to buy himself some time to think. He’d stayed up with Mor until sunrise, talking about their clueless friends.

While your comments about Cassian’s love life had been funny the first few times, after more than three decades, it was getting old. They recognized a pattern repeating itself ad nauseam; Cassian gets a new girlfriend, you distance yourself from him and start grumbling about the girls’ flaws, then when Cas eventually dumped her you’d be back to being best friends like no time had passed at all. And if you both happen to be single, well, sometimes after smoking too much mirthroot you’d end up all over each other. In a friendly way, of course.

This time, though, you’d been much more open about your hatred for Braelie despite the fact that she was one of the more tolerable ‘floozies’ they’d had to deal with over the years. She was dumb but harmless, and soon enough Cassian would tire of her, resetting the cycle once again.

So they’d decided to divide and conquer; Mor was going to try and get it through your thick skull that you’re in love with Cas, while Az was tasked with showing the General what was right in front of him.

Easier said than done. So he decided to go for the jugular.

“Well, it’s not like you have the best track record with females. Maybe Y/N’s gotten tired of playing nice when you’ve got someone new on your arm every other week.”

“Last I checked that wasn’t a crime.”

Az held his hands up, raising one eyebrow at Cas.

“Don’t shoot the messenger. If it’s really bothering you, why don’t you talk to her? I’m sure if you asked her to lay off Braelie she would.”

Cas ducked his head to hide the heat rushing to his face and mumbled something incoherent into his chest.

“Sorry, brother, what was that? I couldn’t hear you over the sound of my shadows laughing at your blush.”

“I broke up with her this morning,” Cas growled, tightening his grip on the mug in his fist.

Azriel cackled, laughter only growing louder when Cas glared at him.

“It’s not funny,” Cas insisted, launching his teaspoon over the table. Az’s shadows caught it before it could make contact, turning Cas’s glare into a downright glower.

“Alright, alright, it’s not funny. You’re just predictable, that’s all.”

After stewing in silence for a few minutes, Cas felt his self control crumbling. Words bubbled up from his chest, through his throat, and then he was rambling.

“I overheard Mor telling Braelie that Y/N was jealous of her,” he pushed his chair back and started pacing back and forth across the kitchen. “And at first I thought, no way, that’s crazy, if Y/N was jealous I would know. But I couldn’t stop thinking about it. She always gets weird whenever I’m dating someone, right?”

“Maybe you should talk to her about it,” Az suggested, leaning back in his seat. Just a friend offering a casual, off-the-cuff solution to a problem he knows nothing about.

“Yeah, maybe…”

—

Mor tracked you down later that afternoon, sprawled out on a blanket next to the Sidra and halfway through a bottle of vintage red imported from the Summer Court.

“Heyyy,” you greeted her, pushing yourself up into a sitting position and holding the bottle out towards your friend. “Come to join the pity party?”

Mor eyed you, curiosity and amusement sparking behind her honey brown eyes, and she accepted your offering.

“And why are we having a pity party?” she asked, plopping down next to you and taking a long pull from the bottle.

“Cause I fuck everything up, duh.” You flopped back down, this time onto your stomach. “Cassian hates me, but whatever. I’m sure he and Braelie are going to be very happy together.”

Mor had to force her eyes not to roll at your drunken dramatics.

“I’m gonna find a boyfriend, that way when they break up Cas can’t come crawling back to me with his dick in his hand. See how he likes it.” You made grabby hands for the bottle but Mor shook her head, keeping it held just out of your reach.

“Or you could try telling him how you feel?” She suggested, casually, as she took another sip.

You scoffed, hiccuping giggles following as you struggled to keep your composure as mixed emotions ebbed and flowed through your body.

“Tell him how I feel? Should I tell him it makes my skin itch whenever he dances with another girl? Tell him that I haven’t been able to finish with anyone else since the first time he fucked me? Or maybe I should tell him that he’s my mate, good idea, Mor. Maybe that will make him fall in love with me!”

Mor let her eyes roll this time, patting you on the back. But when you flipped onto your back, she saw the pain and longing etched into the lines on your face and stared deep into your eyes, waiting for you to laugh and say it was just a joke.

Unease settled in her stomach.

“Wait, you’re serious, aren’t you?” she asked.

“He’s my Cauldron-damned mate, and he doesn’t even know it. He’s too busy burying himself in the hordes of females fawning all over him to notice how much it hurts.”

“Y/N…how long have you known?”

“Four years,” you whispered, throwing an arm over your eyes to hide your tears from your oldest friend.

“Oh, babe,” she sighed, tugging you up into her arms. The dam behind your eyes broke and sobs wracked your body while the gears in Mor’s brain started turning.

When you finally settled in her lap, tears dried up, she hauled you to your feet. “C’mon, let’s get you home.”

All you managed to mutter was, “Not the Townhouse,” before she winnowed you away.

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Cassian dodged Azriel’s attempts at cheering him up in favor of sulking at the kitchen table all day, waiting for you to wake up.

When it was nearing dinner time, he sighed and put together a tray of tea and pastries to bring up to you as a peace offering. But after knocking politely on your door for five minutes straight, worry started worming its way into his stomach and he threw open the door to reveal your bed, perfectly made and empty.

“Fuck,” he growled, throwing the tray down the hallway where it crashed against the wall, broken bits of pottery clattering to the ground. He’d wasted all day waiting for you when you were out doing Mother knows what with Mother knows who.

Screw apologies, he was on a warpath now.

He trekked through the busy streets of Velaris looking for any sign of you, starting at Amren’s apartment and making his way through your favorite shops and restaurants with no success. Just when he was about to give up, assuming you were holed up with a male somewhere, he saw Mor ducking into one of the small cafes near the Sidra.

“Mor!” he shouted, jogging to catch the door before it closed behind her. She turned around, and a look of shock flashed across her face before it smoothed into cool indifference.

“Cassian,” she said, nodding at him before turning to the hostess stand. “I’m here to pick up a takeout order for Morrigan.”

The hostess nodded and disappeared into the kitchen to grab the food. Cas reached out and grabbed Mor’s wrist, tugging her around to face him.

“Where is she?” he asked, barely able to contain the rage flowing through his veins.

“Not now, Cas,” Mor sighed, wrenching her arm from his grasp. “Trust me. Just give her some space.”

“I can’t,” he growled, siphons glowing as if they were attempting to warn her that his magic was sizzling just beneath the surface. It felt like something was pulling him along, the desire to find you growing stronger the longer he looked. “I need to find her. Please, Mor.”

The hostess came back and handed a bag to Mor, who promptly turned around and dumped it into Cas’s arms.

“Fine, then you can take this up to the House of Wind for me. I have some errands to run, you have an hour.” Cas’s face relaxed and he nodded, about to open his mouth to thank her when she waved a hand at him to dismiss him.

But when they were back outside, she turned around to flash a sickly sweet smile at him.

“Oh, and Cassian?” His eyes widened as he froze in place, wings spread and ready to take off. “If you hurt her, I will feed you to Bryaxis.”

With that, she disappeared and Cassian took to the skies wondering what would be waiting for him when he arrived.

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On the back deck of the House of Wind, you stood leaning against the railing, music swirling around you as you watched the sun sink behind the buildings of Velaris below. Lights blinked on one by one until the whole city was filled with twinkling stars.

With a joint in one hand and a glass of wine in the other, your mind was finally, blissfully, numb. Only the subtle ache deep in your core served as a reminder of your unfortunate situation, but even that was starting to dull.

Of course, your peaceful night had to be ruined by the one male you had no desire to see. The sound of flapping wings and rushing of air past your face gave you a split-second warning, and then Cassian dropped to the ground behind you.

You turned around and held the hand with the joint lazily balanced between two fingers at your forehead.

“General Bloodshed, or whatever the fuck,” you said, wobbling on unsteady feet as you saluted him. Then you lowered your hand and took a long drag, holding the smoke in your lungs for as long as physically possible before letting it out in a steady stream pointed in his direction. “Come to fight for your fair maiden’s honor, or just to rub it in my face that you’re getting laid and you don’t need me anymore?”

“Y/N,” he said, all the anger draining from his body as he took in the bags under your eyes and the heavy winter clothes hanging off your frame even though Summer was right around the corner. It was like he was seeing you for the first time after a long mission away, noticing how much weight you’d lost, how tired your body looked.

He set the food down on one of the lounge chairs and took slow, careful steps towards you.

“Y/N,” he repeated, “What’s going on?”

“Nothin’, Cassie, nothin’ at all,” you said, pausing to hiccup before continuing. “I don’t care about Braelie, I don’t care about you, I don’t care about anything.” You thrust your arms out wide and turned to face the sunset, which was now casting a golden glow onto Velaris. “I’ve got a hot date with my fingers later, and I probably won’t even think about you.”

Cas ignored the heat flaring up low in his belly at the mental image that flashed behind his eyes.

“Hey,” he whispered, coming up next to you and prying the joint from your hand. “Gimme that.”

You turned to face him, lower lip stuck out in a pout.

“Why? So you can leave me here and go get high with Braelie? I bet she’s real mouthy. You like em loud, don’t you? Like when females beg for that big Illyrian cock?”

Your voice got higher and higher, becoming breathless as you rambled on, letting all of your deepest, darkest, pent-up thoughts and feelings fall from your lips. Even though you knew you’d regret it in the morning, in the moment it felt so good to let them go.

“Y/N, stop, just take a breath. I’m not going to leave you, okay!” Cassian stubbed out the joint and tossed it aside, putting his hands on your shoulders to force you to look at him. “I’m not going to see Braelie, I broke up with her this morning.”

Your eyes glazed over as you looked him up and down, a lazy smirk blooming on your lips.

“Ohhhh, I see how it is,” you drawled, waving a hand to summon the joint to you. Snapping your fingers to spark it back to life, you took another deep hit and then stuffed the unlit end into Cas’s mouth. He tried to protest but you held firm until he finally inhaled. Its effects hit immediately, and you watched as his shoulders drooped, muscles relaxing. With a wicked grin, you dropped from his loosened grip to your knees, palming his dick through his leathers. “Want me to kiss it better, put your broken heart back together?”

A war waged behind Cas’s eyes; on the one hand, the mirthroot was clouding his judgment and lust threatened to take over at the sight of you looking up at him with wide eyes.

On the other hand, he had set out to make things right, to talk to you and figure out the true nature of your feelings for him. Sleeping with you would send the wrong message.

“Y/N, stop,” he grunted, pulling his hips back and shoving your hand away.

“What?” you asked, your pout back in full force. “Want me to beg for it first, cause you know I will? Know I’ll give you anything you want?” You shoved yourself up to your feet, pushing onto your tiptoes so your narrowed eyes bore right into Cassian’s.

He felt the tension that had been building all day melt away—the anger, the frustration, the confusion—all of it was gone with a snap of golden magic that flooded his body.

You felt it, too, from your side of the bond, could see the moment it registered behind those hazel eyes. It felt like the bond was on your side, snapping just in time to help you prove a point.

“I’m done being your second choice, mate,” you snarled, plucking the joint from his hand before turning around and stalking into the house, leaving him stranded alone in the darkness.

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thatone-brightstar · 11 months ago

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someone i saw in a dream once...| C. Berzatto x fem!reader oneshot

a/n: creds to the lovely @thebearer bc i love her dad!carm blurbs and wanted to try it out myself... loved it btw. happy holidays and happy new year to you all 🎄✨🧸

ps. I was actually gonna call this "a very merry hoe-liday special" lol

WARNINGS: smut, piv unprotected sex, dirty talk, reader is on birth control but isn't mentioned (wrap it up IRL tho), minors DNI but you'll do what you want so don't say I didn't warn you

“Yours?” He asked lazily.

“Uh… no.” A nervous laugh escaped your chest from your space on the warm bed, one of his arms wrapped around you as the other played with your hand above the covers. “I don’t wanna argue about why we haven’t baptized her yet, again.”

“That’s fair.” He responded with a chuckle.

“Yours?” You asked back.

Carmy shook his head immediately. “Fuck no.”

“Y’know, she’s gonna ask why we’ve never been to her Grams when she’s older…”

“And when she’s older. I’ll tell her ‘bout the time her ‘Grams’ ran the car through the living room on Christmas Eve.” He stayed silent for a little longer and you moved your gaze from your intertwined hands to his creased brows.

As best as you could, you pulled your other arm from under the covers and up to caress the side of his jaw, drawing his eyes back to you.

“I don’t wanna put her through that shit.”

You nodded and offered a thin smile “No- I know.” then dropped your head back over his warm chest. “We don’t have to do anything. We’ll just stay here, watch somethin’ make breakfast… and maybe see the lights when it’s not so cold out.”

“You think she’ll like that?”

“Oh yeah,” You reassured. “Pjs all day, presents and The Grinch? She’s gonna eat that shit up.” Your words made Carmy chuckle again, the sour memory buried back as he leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“I dunno why she likes that movie…” He murmured, adding kiss after kiss around your beaming face. “Fuckin’ green thing’s creepy.”

You laughed and slid your arms around his neck while he dropped slowly over your laying body. “Probably reminds her of you, you grinch.”

“Oh yeah? You think I’m a grinch?” Carmy teased, smiling as he continued to drag his lips along your skin, down the side of your jaw and to the little spot against your neck that drew shaky breaths.

One of his hands pushed against the plush mattress to hold himself up while the other began to rake smoothly up your naked thigh. You nodded in agreement, giggling when the soft curls tickled the side of your cheek.

“Save it for naptime-” You reminded him. “Your kid’s got the best timing-”

Almost like clockwork, three little knocks barely rattled the door and you raised your brows up at Carmy. ‘Told ya’ you mouth at him then asked teasingly “Who is it?”.

A little giggle made it past the wood, followed by a tiny voice. “Me mamma!” And another three hurried knocks.

“Come in!” You sang back again as Carmy pushed himself off you and you leaned up just in time to hear the door creak and catch the tiny human hurling herself into the unmade bed. “Omf!”

“Merry Christmas!” She shouted with extended arms once she managed to balance herself over the duvet on her knees.

She threw her tiny arms around both of your necks and pulled you in for a hug as tight as her little strength allowed her. You corresponded the embrace, one arm circling her, while the other hugged Carmy.

“Oh merry Christmas, pretty girl! Did you go see what Santa brought you?” You asked, pushing back the wild hairs she had inherited from her father. She shook her head no.

“Aren’t you curious?” Carmy asked and she nodded. “Cause I think I heard a little bell last night…”

That was enough to rattle her excitement even more, a gasp obvious over her flushed cheeks and before you could say anything else, she dragged herself off the bed and onto the floor.

“C’mon Daddy!” The little girl ordered, taking his hand and dragging him out the room with her.

Your smile beamed as you waved a teasing goodbye at him, then threw yourself back, stretching your limbs into the bed.

“Mommy hurry up!” You heard travel through the hallway and sighed out a short laugh.

“Comin’!”

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“Vale, baby, not so close to the tv, okay?” You reminded the toddler from your space by the kitchen counter, slicing up fruit for breakfast.

“I don’t get it…” Carmy continued muttering by your side while whisking the batter.

You sniggered at his tone and shrugged. The theme song to the movie played through the speakers again and you could hear her little voice sing along as the stuffy in her hands danced to the tune.

“I mean, what even is he?”

“a who…” You answered obviously and he furrowed his brows again.

“a what?”

“No daddy-“ She turned around and pushed herself up on the back of the couch to try and appear bigger, stuffed grinch hanging loosely from one of her hands. “a who!”

You laughed as Carmen nodded jokingly, mouth trapped in an obvious ‘oh’ shape and the sound of your laugh made her giggle even harder, before carefully crawling off the couch and padding her way into the kitchen beside him.

“What’cha making?” She asked curiously, standing on her socked toes beside him but barely reaching the top of the counter with her nose.

“Pancakes. You wanna help?” He asked and she nodded excitedly.

Carmy turned to you with a small smile while wiping his hands on his rag, then moved down to pick up the awaiting child, who wrapped her tiny legs as much as she could around his torso.

“Alright chef Valentina,” He began, making her giggle and curl up against his side. “ wanna pour the chips in?”

He sat her on the edge by the bowl and handed her the cup filled to the brim with chocolate chips. It took both of her little hands to hold it and with slightly clumsy movements, she poured them in slowly.

“Atta girl…” He whispered, holding the bowl steady so she could whisk them in, and something about the sweetness in his tone warmed your heart.

You eyed them every few seconds, an ever present smile on your face. It really did warm your heart to see him that way, sweet and nurturing and kind. Carmy was what you always hoped to find in a partner one day, the kind of person you dreamed about but always assumed you’d never have; yet there he was, perfectly present as he helped your daughter flip pancakes for christmas breakfast.

“Mommy look!” She called towards you, making your smile grow twice as big, if that was even possible.

“I see baby, good job!” You praised too and moved to their side.

She stood on her step stool over the pan, at a careful distance from the fire, while you and Carmy guarded her sides. A kiss was placed on her wild hair as you brushed your hand over her back then laced in into Carmy’s arm, leaning your head on his shoulder. A pleasant feeling of contentment washed over you.

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Breakfast took up most of your morning, between batter stains and sticky blueberry maple syrup, it was as if the tiring action of flipping a couple pancakes had worn your daughter out and before her plate was finished, her head had begun tipping into it every few seconds.

Carmy chuckled as he watched her chew herself to sleep for the third time while he got up to start clearing out the table.

“I got it.” You whispered, afraid to wake her up, though she was already out like a light against her high chair. “You go put her to bed.”

“Alright little grinch,” He cooed and as soon as he pulled her up from her chair, her limp body draped over his chest. “how does a nap sound?”

Carmy kept mumbling sweet words and rubbing her back in a soothing manner as he carried her into the room. You would have joined them, but he was always the better one to put her to sleep. Something about him gave her a calming and safe sensation.

While Carmy took his time in your daughter’s room, you began to tidy up the kitchen. The ending scenes of the grinch passed through and the last songs served as ambience while you worked. You hummed along to the soundtrack, washing the last few dishes, when an arm gingerly circled your waist and the warmth of his chest pressed to your back.

“Merry Christmas.” He whispered beside your ear, pressing a kiss to your flushed cheek as a beautifully wrapped box appeared in front of you.

You half turned to him with a soft smile pushing up against your cheeks. “Carm, we said no presents…”

“Just open it… you’re gonna love it.” Carmy said with his characteristic shy smile as he took the soapy dish from you and handed you a drying rag.

You dried your palms and took the small box with caution. After undoing the ribbon and slowly pulling off the lid, a beautiful heart locket shone back at you, taking your breath away. With a slow finger you traced the soft ridges and the delicate designs, as if a piece of lace had been dipped in molten gold then shaped into the small work of art

“Oh Bear, it's beautiful…”

“And you can open it too” He added and unhooked his arm from around your hip to take the box back in his hands.

Carefully, he picked it up and pinched the sides open to reveal a tiny photo inside. It was from a few months back, you remembered the day. The Bear had just received its second star and Carmy and Syd had decided to close that day to offer another friends & family dinner. Richie had taken it outside the restaurant just before service. Carmy stood in the middle, with his pristine chef’s whites slightly unbuttoned, Val sat on his shoulders in her best dress and full of glee and you leaned onto his side, left hand cupping his cheek and glowing engagement ring full on display.

You sucked in your bottom lip to avoid the tears threatening to spill out, then turned to him fully and beamed with joy up at him. “You’re right, I love it.”

His proud smile reached the little creases decorating the sides of his eyes before he leaned down to kiss you with adoration.

Before he could go any further, Carmy blindly placed the necklace back into its box, then slid his fingers past your jaw, burying them in your hair. The movement of his desperate lips over yours left you breathless and despite not wanting to, you moved your face to the side to inhale a few deep and shaky breaths. He stayed glued to your skin, peppering wet kisses over your cheek, jaw and holding your hair up above your neck to grant him greater access into the area.

His other hand roamed down the side of your curves until it reached your hips, then it slid under the thin fabric of your shirt and up again, where it found your naked chest. His thumb skimmed over the tender skin of your nipple, making your hands tighten their grasp around the nape of his neck and sigh out another breath.

“Is she…” You tried to ask but failed as he continued his soft movements.

“Asleep? Yeah.” He answered in a deep tone and hungry searched your lips once more.

With each stroke of his thumb and pull on your hair, you could feel him grow harder against your abdomen and the images crossing your mind didn’t help calm the arousal in your gut either.

“Good.” You smiled against his kiss and pulled him in deeper. “Room. Now.”

That’s all it took before he nodded rapidly and began taking quick steps forward, guiding you through the short hallway and into your bedroom, shutting the door lightly. Once at the foot of the bed, Carmy pulled your shirt off in one swift movement and dumped it somewhere on the floor. Now both of his hands held you by your ribcage, both palms massaging your chest and pulling little moans from your joined mouths.

“Fuck- I love you so much.” He groaned, slowly dropping you against the mattress and without daring to detach from your kiss, followed close behind.

Your hands found their own way to his hips, desperately pulling at the hem of his shirt until it was over his head in seconds, disheveling his hair even more. “I love you so much.” You mumbled back.

Your clothes laid discarded around the room in a few seconds, leaving you buried in between the covers and him. A long sigh parted your chest when you finally felt the sweet relief of his cock inside you, matching his tempo with the strokes of his tongue against yours. Your legs parted even deeper to make space for his thrusts, one thigh wrapped around his hips to accentuate them even harder.

“Fuck- Carm-” You moaned close to his face, trying to be as quiet as you could with him slamming into you.

“Shh, shh- you’re doin’ so good baby-” He praised as he adjusted his weight on his arm and wrapped the other around your thigh, pulling it higher up. “God, you feel so- fuuck”

His movements faltered for a second and he gave a soft breathy laugh that fanned the side of your face, then he placed another kiss over your collar bone and began to slam even faster into you.

Your soft cries vibrated against his skin and fueled his pace, almost rocking the headboard against the wall. Carmy rested his forehead against yours, looking directly into your eyes as he pulled your other leg up and spaced them both beside your elbows. The new change in position had you feeling him so deep in your core you could almost taste him and the way your eyes started to lose focus plastered a grin across his face.

“You love it when I fuck you like that, huh?” He asked in a breathless tone, but all you could do was nod frantically. “So fuckin’ beautiful…” He mumbled over and over.

Each stroke felt deeper than the last, the only indication of your upcoming orgasm was the brows screwed over your face and the trembling of your thighs. Carmy rocked himself continuously into you until you couldn’t take it anymore. A thousand little lights exploded behind your eyes, making your back arch away from the bed and your nails dig into his sturdy shoulders. Your walls contracted against his thick cock as he pushed in a few more strokes, before his chest shuttered with a contained groan and he let himself fall carefully over your panting chest.

Carmy pushed himself off you with effort and rolled to your side, then hooked his arm under your shoulders and pulled you to rest over his still rapidly beating heart.

“How does a nap sound?” He whispered over your head after a few silent minutes.

You chuckled at his tone but nodded in agreement, tracing little shapes over his chest until his beats took a more relaxed tempo and the breaths fanning over your hair grew longer and heavier.

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floofeh-purpi · 5 months ago

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Getting isekai'd?! (Pt. 1)

please bro I dont have the motivation to make a decent title

Sagau! Genshin Fatui x Gn! Reader (ft. Your bsf)

Warnings: Cursing, spelling errors maybe, reader has a dog, your bsf involved lol, this shits as short as my lifespan 💔

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Nah... NAH... Ain't no fucking way...

..Bro.

The fuck is this place?! That was your first thought as soon as you went outside to touch some grass. (cuz bro tf is the last time you even touched the ground outside?!). Except the ground you touched was soft.

And cold. You blind ass somehow didnt see the snow

You flinched at the coldness of the ground, not noticing it was snow, you immediatly went back inside to your bedroom and warm your ass up. Ayo wait...

Wait is this one of those isekai fanfics?! *ehem* get the fourth wall builder please

Except...

Bitch your house somehow also got isekai'd with you in this... well, place. Hey atleast you have your dog with you. Yey! But regardless...

It doesn't change the fact that you're literally in the middle of nowhere. What. Anygayyys, you check your phone to see the time.

3:10am. You could've sworn your phone wasn't fully charged cus it was like, what, 30% last time. But eh, you brushed it off.

"Wow, such a great time to be awake." You thought sarcastically.

Suddenly, (y/b/f/n) (your best friend's name) yawned.

"Bro... why the fuck is it looking so cold outsi— Woah..." Your best friend's sleepiness mysteriously disappeared as they looked outside at the snowy terrain.

"The fuck is we in right now bro?"

"Dunno, bet we got isekai'd into another world like in those fanfics." You shrugged.

"I feel like exploring with (d/n)." You suddenly said after an awkward amount of silence. "Omg sureeee!" (Y/b/f/n) happily said.

You and (y/b/f/n) dressed up in matching jackets thats thicker than your class pick me's skull omfg frfr in your favorite shade of (f/n) and you both wore the hoods on your head. You both went downstairs to get your dog that was outside in the backyard. Your dog is so loyal that it doesn't even wanna escape. W dog.

*Insert y'all going outside*

"Omfg why does she/he have to be so cute?!?!!" Your best friend thought as they petted your husky's head.

You both ended up walking the dog together cus ya'll nothing else to do, not knowing that a group of fatui agents practically saw you both.

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Omg I finally written what I always wanted to write! :D

Also bro sorry if this is too short for you I don't really write long chapters cus I get lost literally 100% of the time ☹

Published in: June 27, 2024 at 10:22am.

【Part 2】

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dommelody · 1 year ago

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writing this while listening to "i can't do this"

cw: sub!satoru,public sex, smut,+18,male!reader

satoru gets horny after the mission

"oiii,satoru? where did he go ?"

" as soon as we finished the mission he and y/n just vanished! "

"well,i don't care as long as i can go home now lol bye"

"byee,I'll wait here a bit longer in case they went to the toilet I'm also beat from this mission i need some rest"

"alright, going first then see ya"

"yea see u"

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"H-Heyy slow-ngh d-down fuck~♡"

"satoru? i cant hear you~ what did u say~?"

as soon as u teasingly said that you fastened the pace and your thrusts became harder

"istg you're-ahn d-doing it on purpose w-wait noooo-ahnnn ♡"

"did i hit the spot? hmm~?" saying that while leaning and whispering into his sensitive ear sent shivers down his spine.

"i-i dunno-ohh~ ♡"

"stop acting like a brat and answer me"

you then pushed ur dick as deep as possible in his soaking wet hole which made him moan loud and roll his eyes back trying to process the amount of pleasure you are giving him.

"...ood"

"hmm?"

"i-it f-f-feels good~♡ ur dick feels so fucking good nghh~"

at this point you knew better than anyone that when satoru starts talking like this it means that his mind now is only full by u . ur dick pleasuring him to be exact. you felt him tighten around your cock which means he was on the verge of coming so, like the teasing and mean person you are ,u purposely slowed down the pace .

however to ur surprise satoru couldn't take ur torturing anymore and decided to shamelessly rock his hips back and forth trying to reach his high.

u couldn't help but chuckle a little at the sight in front of u then u went as deep as possible again with only one rough push.

"this is what u want?"

"harder~♡"

"u slutty sorcerer seducing me to this empty toilet right after our mission i guess all u were thinking about was my cock eh"

satoru responded while struggling with each word to form because he was a moaning and a panting mess :"but i-ngh i couldn't help it i suddenly felt super horn-!!!??"

"hello? anyone here? satoru san ? y/n ? did they just leave me and went home?"

right before satoru was about to cum you got interrupted by the other sorcerer that finished the mission with u you were inside the toilet stall so he didnt notice u

satoru whispers to u :"hey what do we do now ?"

even at this moment you couldn't help but look at satoru who was trying to stop his heavy breathing or else he will get caught. looking at his red nape full with your kiss marks made you even harder inside him which made him twitch and give you a glare to stop whatever ur doing

but who can even endure this sexy man in front of him blush reaching his back and ears and that ass that keeps clenching on you because he was about to cum before being interrupted

he turned looking at you with trembling voice :"s-stop it"

"f/n? did u not go home?"

"oh u were here after all i was waiting for u where is satoru san ?"

"u idiot!!w-what ? mmm♡ f-fuck u"

as soon as u told ur friend that u were inside the stall u started to thrust inside satoru making him choke a moan and precum dripping on the stall's door

"oh satoru? hmm i dunno where he is "

saying that while being balls deep inside him while sliding a hand to tease his nipples making it harder for satoru as it is already

suddenly satoru's phone start vibrating inside his pocket

the vibrations made him clench into ur cock so hard as if he was milking u

"huh isn't this satoru's phone? i know his ringtone"

as soon as satoru heared the sorcerer outside the stall the fear of getting caugh turning into pleasure since he wasn't in his right state of mind making him cum all over the door and some got on his underwear at this point it became torture for u as well u put ur hand into his mouth and flushed the toilet to make some noize to cover the last thrusts's sounds into his already wet ass making u cum inside him while biting his nape and covering his mouth to suppress the moans from both of u at this point satoru was coming for the second time but this time he had a dry orgasm since he had already came seconds ago

"haaa- i-ngh i told u to stop fucking me after i come im sensitive fuck-"

"f/n satoru left his phone with me but i think he forgot it and just went home u can go back home too i thing i got a stomachache im not getting out soon *fake crying*"

"omfg lol thats lame ok ok im going home then see u around"

"yea byee"

as soon as he left satoru sat on the toilet trying to cool down after the intense sex u had

"ur unbelievable what if he had found up"

"he wont be able to because he is oblivious af plus stop acting tough u also liked it no? *sliding finger on his lower stomach*"

he just turns his face away and u can see his face red u giggled and said "next time u ask for my cock be ready for the consequences satoru♡"

#sub gojo #dom reader #male reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu smut

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Caffeine Chronicles PT. 2

✮ Jongseob x reader, Soul x reader, Intak x reader, Jiung x reader, Theo x reader, Keeho x reader

✮ 50,525 (couldn't fit it in one post lol)

warnings: 18+, drug + alcohol use, angst, fluff

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Chapter 14

Jongseob's bed was plush, soft enough that you could feel yourself sink into it when you took a seat. “What’s in it for me?” You asked, looking up at Shota, who was standing in front of you with Jongseob.

On their way home, Shota was adamant in his drunken state that he believed they should all sleep together. You weren't opposed to this idea as your mind swirled, but wanted to know if Shota knew what kind of predicament he had just put you in.

“I dunno. What were you thinking?” Shota asked back. He had a slight pout to his lips as he took a step forward to push some hair out of your face.

“I want to see you two kiss each other first.”

Shota’s hand dragged down your cheek to cup your jaw in his palm, giving you a demented smile. His touch disappeared as he turned back to Jongseob, closing the space between them, and before Jongseob had time to have any type of reaction, Shota planted his lips onto his.

Jongseob squirmed under his touch at first, but slowly eased into the kiss as Shota worked his way inside of his mouth. Shota was assertive with his movements, his persistent touch and the warmth of his lips coaxing Jongseob into a provocative state. As the kiss deepened you could see Shota press himself up against Jongseob, pulling him even closer by his neck.

There was a palpable tension in the air as you watched them make out in front of you. A string of spit connecting the two boys as Shota broke away from the kiss, his large eyes were shot to no return as he held eye contact with Jongseob. It was as though he was trying to communicate with him telepathically, a silent understanding between them.

Jongseob’s blush was still there as he looked away first. Shota turned over to face you with a mischievous glint in his eyes and labored breathing.

“Well?” He breathed out.

You hesitated before replying to Shota. There was a pang of uncertainty inside of you but any feat you might have didn't outweigh your desire for them. "Come here," you said, your voice barely audible.

Shota leaned down to kiss you, his lips still wet from his previous kiss with Jongseob. It became heavy fast, your hands finding their way into his hair with moans vibrating against his lips. You could taste smoke and alcohol as you licked into his mouth, brushing your own tongue with his.

“Fuck.”

Jongseob caught the attention of both of you, getting lost in your own world as you kissed Shota. Looking over to Jongseob, you could see him palming his cock that was growing in his dark green jeans. You could feel a fire light inside of your stomach at the image.

Shota straightened back up, focusing his attention onto Jongseob. “Have you kissed Y/N before?” He asked him.

You watched as Jongseob’s Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he shook his head no. A confused look formed on his face as he registered Shota’s words. “Wait, you have?”

Shota let out a laugh. “More than that, dude.”

Jongseob’s jaw was wide open, the news turning his confused expression into astonishment. You couldn't help a blush forming across your cheeks as Jongseob glanced over to you, his shock still on his face. Being reminded of your night with Shota left butterflies in your stomach, the feeling of him against you still in your mind. Looking at Jongseob, you could tell he was having similar images flash in his head.

“Kiss me,” you said, low.

That was all it took for Jongseob to press his mouth against yours. Reaching out he placed his hand to cup your jaw, the sound of lips smacking against each other ringing in your ears. Your tongue pushed against his teeth, deepening the kiss as you licked inside his mouth. He tasted similar to Shota, except you could tell he had something else at the bar, something fruity.

Pushing you back, your head was against the bed as Jongseob continued to kiss you. You could hear Shota move to your side, the sound of his belt buckle echoing in the room. There was shuffling until you felt the bed shift with his weight as he climbed onto it.

Jongseob broke away from your lips to start trailing his mouth down your body. He scraped his sharp teeth against your neck making it burn in their wake, only to wetly kiss over the affected skin. He got down to your collarbone, flatting his tongue to leave long streaks against it before latching on with his lips to leave dark red marks.

“Open your mouth.”

Propping yourself up with your elbows, you looked up to see Shota staring down at you already. He had a smirk on his face, your eyes peering down to see him fisting his shaft. You parted your lips on command, your mouth filling with saliva as Shota slid his cock down your throat. Swirling your tongue around his tip before sinking down, you began to bob your head back and forth warranting Shota to whine out. Wrapping your hand down the length that your mouth couldn't reach, spit began to trickle down his cock giving your fingers something to glide against.

You could feel Jongseob’s hands grip at the hem of your shirt hesitatingly before lifting it up your stomach, his fingers tracing the skin underneath them. They only stopped when your shirt had been lifted up to your neck, revealing the lacey bralette you had chosen to wear that night. He soaked in the sight of you before bending back down to press soft kisses against your stomach at the same time he started to palm at your breasts.

The feeling of Jongseob’s thumb flicking against your nipple made you moan around Shota, your focus being drawn away. Jongseob’s mouth became harsher, snaking his way back up to replace his hand with his mouth. Your moans became more frequent as Jongseob interchangeably sucked and licked your breasts.

Jongseob’s fingers traced circles into the skin where your hip bone and stomach met, his gentle touch turning rough once his fingernails began to dig into your skin. Breathing heavily out of his nose while his mouth was still around your breast, it was like he growled as his hand let go of your hip to slip down your pants.

Shota’s hand’s had found their way into your hair, helping guide your mouth around his cock. His pace was steady, his eyes trained on the sight before him. Jongseob's fingers sinked lower, moving your panties out of the way to locate your clit. There was a pop as your mouth left Shota’s dick, your head tilting back from the sensation.

“You're already falling apart, and we haven't even fucked you yet,” Shota murmured, pressing his cock against the outline of your lips.

It was like lightning had struck your body, Jongseob’s fingers rubbing slow circles against your clit. You could feel him begin to rut back and forth on your leg, relieving pressure as he pressed his hardness against you. Your lit fire was about to burn you up into flames.

Jongseob detached his mouth from your chest, but not before taking a tender bite of your nipple. A cry escaped your lips as he did so, allowing Shota the chance to guide his cock back into your mouth.

Lifting his head up to your ear, Jongseob kept his hand in place. “I want to fuck you.”

An orgasm rippled through your body, his words pushing you over the edge, your hips buckling under his touch. With the ends of his lips turned up into a smirk, Jongseob bent back onto his knees to begin undoing his pants. Popping the button off of his jeans, the heavy oversized material easily fell down his thighs to pool on the bed. It showcased his tented boxers, a damp wet spot forming in the middle of the fabric.

Looping his thumbs into his underwear, Jongseob slowly removed them, sliding them down until his cock jumped back to hit his stomach. Your orgasm had left you limp against the bed, your chest rising and falling rapidly as your slack jaw was still being used by Shota. Kicking his jeans away, Jongseob was now only wearing his compression shirt, running his fingers against the inside of your thighs.Placing his hand around your leg he used his grip as leverage to pull you closer to him.

“Spread your legs. Wider,” Jongseob imposed, the hand that guided you pushing at your thighs. His other hand wrapped around the length of his pink leaking cock, starting long strokes as he clenched around himself.

Jongseob pressed the tip of his dick against you before pushing himself inside. Taking Shota’s cock out of your mouth, you cursed under your breath as Jongseob bottomed himself out. He paused, looking down at you with heavy eyelids and parted lips. You still had your hand around Shota, your concentration not being on his pleasure anymore but your own. Shota began to grind his cock against your palm, wanting any friction to help him reach his climax.

“You’re going to take his cock just as good as you took mine, right?” Shota asked mockingly, ending his sentence with a grin.

You whimpered out as your answer, feeling Jongseob’s hips starting to move. He was painfully slow at first, rocking back and forth as he adjusted to your warmth. Jongseob’s eyes were closed, his brow scrunched up while he anchored himself with your leg. He had wrapped his arms around it as he fucked into you, hitting deep with strong strokes.

“Open your mouth.”

Doing what you were told, you opened your mouth wide, flattening your tongue. That gave Shota the ability to shove his cock back in your mouth, reaching down to get a fistful of your hair. His hips began to move, now jerky and desperate. Sputtering around his cock, Shota groaned at the slick sensation. He tipped his head back, the feeling of your mouth matching the pace of his strokes leaving him breathless. You flicked your tongue around the slit at his tip, warranting Shota to cry out again.

“Jesus Christ, fuck. Your whore mouth is so good to me.” Shota began another string of profanities.

You could feel his cock twitch, making you hum around him. The vibration sent Shota over the edge, his grip on your hair tightening and hips stopping. He was silent as he came down your throat, his mouth perpetually falling open. Saltiness filled your throat as he staggered back and forth before pulling his cock out of your mouth to reveal the glistening sheen around it.

Shota bent down to kiss you, his tongue finding its way to lick the inside of your bruising lips. You knew he could taste himself, the flavor of his cum lingering. Kissing you until you were out of breath, Shota pulled away to turn his attention towards Jongseob.

Without missing a beat, Shota leaned back up and over to Jongseob, who had been steadily fucking into you. The fire inside of you was building again, with every thrust it was like Jongseob was adding more fuel for the flames. Shota then yanked Jongseob by the hair so that he was looking towards him, sloppily placing his lips onto his.

Slowing his pace, you watched as Jongseob fought for dominance in the kiss, his own hand reaching to grab at Shota’s hair. The kiss was heated as Jongseob groaned into Shota’s mouth, his control being overthrown. Breaking away from the kiss by pulling Shota away by his hair, Jongseob's hips snapped, his new faster rhythm was making him look more desperate than before.

“Do I taste good?” Shota asked, Jongseob’s hand still lost in his hair.

All Jongseob could do was grunt, letting go of Shota so that he staggered back, almost falling off the bed. Jongseob’s attention went back to you, dropping down so that his body was now flush against yours. He placed his head in the crook of your neck, biting down on the soft flesh between your ear and neck.

You hissed out until his teeth were replaced by his tongue as he lapped at the affected area. Your breathing quickened, your skin wet with sweat as you could feel yourself begin to come undone.The sound of skin slapping echoed before it was replaced by Jongseob’s voice in your ear.

“Are you going to cum around my cock?” He sounded out of breath.

Nodding, you covered your mouth, afraid of the noise that might come out of it. Arching your back, you could hear Jongseob’s whimper turn into a deep growl as he reached up to take your hand away from your mouth.

“I want you to scream my name.”

It was like a wave crashing over you, crying out Jongseob’s name as you came. Your body tensed as you chased down your orgasm, making Jongseob’s hips sputter to a halt, a pathetic whine escaping his lips as he painted your insides with his own cum.

Moans were still coming out of Jongseob after he came, fucking into the mess he had made before pulling out. Before he could even start thinking about cleaning up, Shota was by your side with a warm washcloth and an oversize t-shirt for you to wear.

You wanted to flee once your mind came to, the consequences of falling too deep lingering. Even so, you found yourself laying in Jongseob’s bed, squished in between the two boys. Shota had placed his head on your shoulder, wrapping his body around you, while Shota had entangled his feet with yours as you fell asleep.

Chapter 15

You were woken up the next morning by the sound of shouting. In a sleepy haze, you could hear muffled yelling outside your bedroom door. You followed the noise, greeted by Shota and Jongseob fighting in the kitchen.

Both of their heads turned to glance towards you when you stepped out of your bedroom. Jongseob’s eyes widened, then darted them away from you. Pushing past Shota, he bolted from where he was standing to hurriedly make his way out your front door, slamming it shut in the process.

“What’s his problem now?” You asked Shota, who looked like he had just rolled out of bed himself. His hair was disheveled beyond what a hairbrush could handle, his chest bare with him only wearing his boxer shorts.

Shota pressed his palm against his forehead, his face reading shock and frustration. “He’s mad that we slept together.”

You scrunch your face up in confusion. “What? Like last night?”

“No. Before, when it was just us two,” Shota said, sounding like he was getting lost in thought.

That morning, you fixed yourself a coffee for you and Shota before he had to run out himself, forgetting he had plans to meet up with Keeho at the mall that afternoon. His awkward goodbye ended with a kiss on the cheek, Shota hastily ran out the door right afterward.

You sipped at your coffee once he left, your apartment now quiet with only you and your thoughts. Piecing together last night's events with this morning, your gut was telling me this was fun and games for some, and not for others. Deciding to let Jongseob cool off, you figured it would be better for him to reach out when he’s ready rather than you. In the meantime, there were errands and chores you needed to get done that day.

After showering and changing into some casual clothes, opting for comfort over fashion, you slid out your apartment door to head to the grocery store. The walk there was palatable, the cooler air requiring you to wear a jacket. The sun was still shining down though, reaching the grocery store the tree-lined street gave you optimal shade as you walked in.

Grabbing one of the carts that were stacked together by the entrance, you began to start your shopping. The store was lined with rows and rows of different items, your journey beginning in the fruits and vegetables. Navigating the produce section, you grabbed apples for your week's lunches and some lettuce for tonight's dinner. Lugging your cart down the aisles, you hesitated trying not to put the entire shelving of candy into your cart.

“Y/N?”

Turning around you were face to face with Intak, who was holding one of the store's baskets in his hand. He looked like he had the same idea as you, sporting sweatpants and messy hair, his basket full of an assortment of different foods making you wonder what he was planning on making.

“Intak? What are you doing over here?” You asked, figuring this wasn't his normal grocery store location. There had to be at least half a dozen in between your home and his.

“I just got off work, this is the closest one on the way home,” he informed you.

“Oh, that makes sense,” you trailed off.

“Is this your usual spot?” Intak asked.

You nodded, taking a closer look into his basket. He had every type of meat imaginable; beef to seafood, ground chicken and bone in. On top of the array of plastic-wrapped styrofoam, he had several spices and herbs with a few boxes of different types of rice.

“You look like you’re planning on making something.” You told him, not hiding the fact that you were snooping.

“Meal prep for the week,” he told you with a half smile. “I’m going to be cooking until midnight.”

Eyeing Intak up and down, you tried to imagine him spending his entire day in the kitchen. It was a sight you didn't ever expect to see.

“Do you need any help?” You asked before your brain caught up with your mouth.

Intak broke out into a real smile, not being able to hide how animated he got whenever he got excited. “That would be great.”

A hatchet was thrown into the rest of your plans for the day, somehow ending up at Intak’s after finishing your shopping. He had immediately started on his cooking, taking out large pots and pans to cover the surface of the stove. Preheating the oven, Intak splayed out a layer of frozen vegetables he had just gotten from the grocery store.

“You look like you've done this a few times.” You noted as you watched him.

“This is my second try. The first time I did fine, but I somehow only made four portions instead of five.” He told you, his sole focus was turning the burners on at the correct temperatures.

You giggled under your breath. It was cute to see Intak so determined on something that could be so much less difficult if he just thought about it less. Getting into his personal space you bumped him out of the way with your hip. Intak wasn't a lost cause but was going to need all the help he could get.

It wasn't midnight when the two of you finished, but the sun was beginning to set once the sink was full of used dishes and the kitchen had a strong smell of oil and roasted broccoli. You ended your meal prepping with Intak by separating all of the food into their separate containers, having just enough for five days this time.

“I don't know how to thank you. You saved me big time, this all looks way better than anything I made.” Intak gushed.

It wasn't like you did everything, Intak helped by taking over the vegetables and other sides. Assuming you wouldn't want to get your hands dirty, he even offered to marinate the chicken for you. As you settled into the rhythm of cooking with him, you found yourself getting lost in the intimate moment. The cooking was accompanied by friendly conversation, talking about what the two of you had been up to. You had just seen him last night at the club, but that wasn't the setting for catching up.

“Where did you run off to last night by the way? I didn't see where you went after Keeho grabbed me,” Intak asked you as he opened the fridge to put away his weekly meals.

You couldn't help a blush from forming across your cheeks as your mind flashed memories from the night prior. There was no way you were going to try and explain that. “I just decided to head home. I was getting tired,” you lied.

Intak rested himself on one of the kitchen counters after closing the fridge. He looked at you with his arms crossed against his chest, and when you looked at his face he didn't have a readable expression. Intak’s eyes lingered, keeping his stare as if he was invisible, getting lost in thought as you became his spectacle.

Clearing your throat, Intak looked away, finally noticing his prolonged gaze. “I guess it’s time for me to head out now,” you said, breaking the silence between the two of you.

“Wait,” Intak butted in before you could even take a step toward the front door. “What were you planning on eating after cooking all of that?” He asked.

“I dunno. I was probably going to pick something up on my way home,” you told him.

“Let me buy you dinner.”

A sneer formed on your face, not wanting Intak to feel the need to repay you for your help. “I’m okay, real–”

“Please?” Intak interjected his big pouty lips on full display.

Intak managed to get you to tell him your Chinese takeout order, allowing him to order delivery for the two of you. The day ended unexpectedly, waking up to the noise of Jongseob and Shota fighting to now having dinner with Intak, you were stunned by how twelve hours can make a difference. The earlier tension you felt had dissipated, feeling like a distant memory as you began to dig into your dinner.

The lightheartedness continued as you sat across from Intak. He had caught you up on the chaotic nature of the cafe, how last night it was the first time Intak had seen Jongseob since quitting. You were half expecting Jongseob to ask for his job back, but you weren’t surprised he was standing his ground. The time passed quickly, the sun completely submerging under the horizon.

After finishing his plate, Intak leaned back into his chair. The soft light that was gleaming throughout the house illuminated him like he had a glowing aura around him. “I really enjoyed today, Y/N,” Intak said softly, his voice filled with sincerity that made butterflies in your stomach flutter.

You smiled back, a warmth spreading inside of you. “Me too. It was nice spending time together, just you and me.”

There was a comfortable silence between the two of you, a charged unspoken tension hanging in the air. His dark eyes were glancing over to you again as you stared right back. This time, there was a depth within his gaze that hadn’t been there before. For a short moment, it felt like time had stopped and the world had downsized to just the two of you.

Intak pushed his chair back to stand up from his seat, grabbing the plates on the table to throw in the sink. You took that as your cue to get up as well, wandering over to where Intak was standing by the sink, rinsing the stack of dishes. He shut the faucet off so that he could turn to look at you, flicking his hands into the sink to get off any excess water.

Intak’s normally bright and carefree expression had been shifted into something more serious. You could see the wheels in his head turn like he was trying to come up with something to say. His lips parted but he quickly closed them, pressing them tightly together. It was like the words had gotten stuck in his throat. Taking a step forward, Intak closed the space between you. Before you had time to process what was happening, He was leaning in and pressing his lips onto yours.

It was soft at first as if he was unsure of his actions. When you didn’t pull away from him, he cupped his hand onto your cheek, making you melt against his fingers. Intak’s touch was still tentative, placing short kisses on your lips before pulling you closer by the waist. You deepened the kiss, his inexperience showing before you pressed your tongue against his teeth, allowing you to lick inside of his mouth.

The kiss grew hungrier, more needy. His hand around your waist was gripping at your shirt, his hand on your cheek had shifted so it was getting lost in your hair. He had your body flushed against his as if he needed to feel every inch of you. You felt consumed by the intensity of the kiss, the taste of him, the way his body melded into yours.

Intak was the one who broke apart from the kiss first, only pulling back slightly with his chest heaving and lips swollen. He rested his forehead onto yours, the proximity made your heart race as your breath mingled with his.

“I can’t get you out of my head,” Intak murmured, his voice barely a whisper. “I’ve tried, believe me.”

His gaze was intense, a newfound confidence being shown within him. It was like everything had bubbled to the surface, building until eruption. Intak’s hands remained on you, his fingers had begun to brush through your hair before he leaned in to give you a tender chaste kiss on the lips. It was like a gentle reminder of the moment the two of you just shared.

“I don’t know how else to say this,” Intak started. “I’m not asking for anything more than what you want, but–,” his nerves were getting the best of him again. “I’ve never felt like this towards anyone.”

You felt your heart swell, Intak’s confession sending heat to your cheeks. It made you think about the conversation you shared with him after you helped him clean the day after his birthday party. It’s not that you brushed them off, but now they actually had weight to them. His words were raw and honest, showing a side of him that you didn’t recognize until now.

“Intak, I don’t know what to say,” you trailed off.

“You don’t have to say anything. I just wanted you to know.”

You answered him with a kiss, leaning back in without another word. This time the kiss was more deliberate, not as desperate as before. It was like you were trying to savor the moment with him, Intak wrapping his arms tightly around your waist to pull you closer as he reciprocated eagerly. You could feel the tension in his body wash away, his hands trembling ever so slightly as he held you.

You poured everything you couldn’t say into the kiss. It was you who broke away this time, Intak’s face flush and ears red once you opened your eyes back up. You couldn't hold in your laugh, seeing how bashful he had gotten. Your stomach did a somersault.

“Can I take you out to dinner? For real this time?” He asked, feeling his breath against your face as he spoke.

You nodded, swept up in the moment with him. Intak had been so vulnerable to you, the last thing you were wanting to do is break his heart. There were already so many things that could shatter it.

Chapter 16

Intak had arranged the date with you the following weekend. That allowed you to pester inside your thoughts, meticulously going over everything from what you were planning on wearing to what you were wanting on ordering at the restaurant. You had been around Intak countless of times, but this was as though you were starting a new chapter in your story.

You had chosen something flattering to wear; a small black dress with straps crossing in the back. Intak arrived at your apartment at the time he said he would, a small bouquet of flowers in his hands. They looked as though he could have even possibly picked them himself, an arrangement of wildflowers wrapped in brown parchment paper.

After thanking him, you hurriedly placed the flowers in a vase filled with water. Intak stayed put in your doorway, he had barely said a word since his arrival. Getting back to your front door, his eyes followed you as you made your way out of the apartment, having to slightly shove him out of the way to make it all the way through. That seemed to have jolted Intak out of whatever mute trance he was in as you began to lock your door.

“You look really pretty tonight,” Intak finally said. “I mean, you always look pretty, but–”

You stopped his talking by placing your lips onto his, giving him a kiss that lasted for a beat too long. It was still chaste, but it sent a message to the both of you that there wasn't anything to be nervous about. Intak’s tense composure faltered under your touch, his smile greeting you when you opened your eyes.

Intak had picked out a restaurant close to your apartment, some high end place you had never had the funds to go to. It made you quickly question how Intak could, eyeing up his dark navy blazer that was in contrast to his usual barista smock. The restaurant was cozy, dimly lit with only a few tables in the small space. As you got sat, it was clear to you that Intak had made a great effort to make this night special.

You couldn't help but note how Intak seemed to ease into the setting, his broad shoulders fitting perfectly into his jacket, his hand resting on his high cheekbones as he looked over the curiated menu. Even with his calm confidence though, you could see a glimmer of nerves flicker in his eyes as they scanned the food options.

The evening went on with smooth conversation as you ignored your urge to ask Intak why he still seemed so anxious. He still talked animatedly, going over the playlists he had made for the cafe and how he thinks they're getting more customers because of it. He offered for you to stop by, but instead, you just took his word for it. You were planning on telling him how you had tried out a new cafe, but with his passionate display of his own coffee shop, you continued to hold your tongue.

You had ordered something light off of the menu, feeling your own stomach twist. Intak was looking at you with affectionate curious eyes as you took small bites of your meal. They were soft yet searching, as though he was trying to gauge your reaction towards the evening. You found it endearing that he was clearly invested in trying to make everything perfect, which was starting to overshadow his courage.

Once the bill arrived, Intak took it quickly without hearing a peep out of you. From his wallet Intak pulled out a large stack of dollars of mostly fives and ones, counting them out before setting them on top of the check in a messy pile. It was as if he had collected all of his tips from the past few weeks together to pay for the date, slightly explaining how he was able to afford the expensive meal. It was clear to you how much thought he had put into the evening, sending how much it actually meant to him.

With the payment settled, Intak walked out of the restaurant with you, his hand in yours. The cold air outside made a chill run down your spine, your bare arms feeling the brutal hit of the changing weather. Intak took notice of the goosebumps growing against your skin, taking his own jacket off to rest on your shoulders. Looking up at him, you gave him a face of surprise, the considerate jester creating a warm shield against the brisk night air.

“You didn't have to,” You told him, with him now only in a thin dress shirt, a cherry necklace on full display dangling against his collarbone.

“I wanted to,” Intak gently replied.

You both walked slowly back to your apartment, a comfortable silence hanging between the two of you. Intak still had this mild anxiousness to him that he couldn't seem to shake as the night progressed. As you held his hand, you could even feel his skin become clammy, despite the cold weather. Intak’s nervousness was almost palpable when you reached your front door, despite his effort to mask a smile on his face.

Letting go of his hand, you handed back his blazer. “Do you want to warm up inside?” you offered.

Intak nodded, following you inside once unlocking your door. Taking your shoes off first, you shuffled over to your kitchen counter, wanting to start a pot of coffee. It was more of a distraction for yourself, Intak’s eyes piercing the back of your head as you poured in the grounds.

Turning back around your assumption was confirmed. Intak leaned against the threshold of the door to your kitchen as he watched you with intent. You could see his eyes reflect continued apprehension as you stared back. His face also carried a sense of vulnerability, his lips upturned to show off his dimples.

You took a step closer to Intak, resting a hand against his bicep. His arm was still only clothed with his dress shirt, his jacket still in his hands. Intak’s grip around the fabric was harsh, his knuckles turning into a milky shade of white. Wanting to know so badly what had gotten him so worked up, you only just waited for him to speak as he opened and closed his mouth, trying to find the right words to say.

“Will you have sex with me?”

Intak said it fast, almost inaudible. His face immediately turned a bright shade of red, spreading from his ears across to his nose. “That didn't come out right, I’m sorry. I’ve-,"

You cut him off, his awkwardness having new context. “Have you ever had sex before?” you asked, knowing the answer but wanted to at least give him the benefit of the doubt.

“No. I’ve only ever kissed you,” Intak admitted. “I wanted tonight to be perfect, so just forget I said anything, okay?”

Ignoring his plea, you pulled yourself closer to Intak by the grasp you had around his dress shirt to kiss him. He didn't hesitate to kiss back, whining out a desperate filthy noise into your mouth. Using your tongue to deepen the kiss, you felt Intak’s hands rush to get lost in your hair, interchangeably running his fingers through it only to grip harshly whenever at the root.

He pulled you back to break the kiss for only just a moment, exchanging his rapid breaths with yours. “Are you sure?” his voice was practically a whisper.

“Yes.”

Leading Intak to your bedroom, you began to see a new side of him you had yet to experience. He kissed you along your neck, helping you unzip your tight dress. Intak was kind, but he had a hard time being careful. It was like how people described a bull in a china shop, and yet when his shaking hands gingerly brushed against your stomach, Intak only admired your bare skin as your dress fell against the floor.

Intak followed by beginning to unbutton his dress shirt, his chest peaking through the thin shifting material until his torso was completely exposed, showing off his tan skin, in stark contrast to the light shirt he had shrugged off. You returned his early favor by helping him undo his belt until his fingers replaced yours, Intak telling you to wait for him on the bed.

His teeth were biting down hard against his lips as Intak placed himself on top of you, the blush from earlier never leaving his face. You reached up to place one of your hands against his cheek, your thumb rubbing light circles against it. It was like he melted into the touch as he leaned against you, locking your lips with his. Intak’s kisses were hungrier, wetter, making you moan against his mouth as he rolled his hips against yours. His own hands had found their way to your chest, cautiously palming at them before rolling one of your nipples between his fingers.

The only thing keeping you and Intak away from one another was your underwear, which you began to slip off while Intak’s tongue was still down your throat. You were starting to feel like you were getting drunk off of Intak, yearning to know what it felt like to have inside of you. As your hands slipped underneath his briefs, you pulled them down just enough to free his hard cock, making it bob against his stomach.

Intak hissed out once you wrapped your hand around him, simply letting your fingers graze against his shaft. His lips left yours, moving to bury his face in the crook of your neck. He was a mess against your ear as his mouth consistently let out whimper after whimper, writhing under your touch, not being able to stop his hips from buckling against you.

“Please,” Intak inhaled. “God, please, I need to fuck you so bad.”

He sat up, getting onto his knees in between your legs. With your hand still around his cock, pressing the tip across your clit, you swiped it across twice. Taking in a large breath you led him until he was against your opening, a shockwave scorching through your body once Intak had found his way inside of you.

Your legs had clasped themselves around Intak’s waist as he began to slowly rock his hips. He was only able to keep his upright position for a handful of strokes before Intak was completely pressed on top of you again, a string of profanities echoing throughout the room as he felt you clench around him. Your hands had gone to his back, tracing along the flexing muscle as your brain only allowed you to search for anything that might ground you.

Intak’s mouth went to your breast as his pace quickened, plunging deep until you could hear the sound of his skin slapping against yours. You cried out as his tongue flicked against your nipple, a vibration getting sent through your body as he loudly groaned from his own action. His mouth left your chest with a pop, moving so that his lips were now on yours. It was barely a kiss– rather an exchange of breaths as Intak’s strokes were messy, an inadequate precision with his thrusts. You felt your nails dig into his skin, the feeling of the hard flesh of Intak’s back and the way he was hitting inside of you was making your head reel.

“Fuck, you feel so good. You’re so perfect around me,” Intak’s cherry necklace rattled back and forth, hanging from his neck. His hand reached down to graze his thumb against your clit, rubbing slow circles against it. “I want to feel you come around my cock,” he whined.

Succumbing to his touch, your body arching forward to chase the pressure Intak had formed in your gut. Placing your palm across your mouth, an uncontrollable scream was yanked from your chest as you came. Your orgasm hit you in waves, crashing against you while Intak’s hips continued their torment by snapping against you.

“Holy shit,” Intak had smashed his face into your neck again, panting against your skin. “I’m going to come.”

Intak’s hips sputtered, driving down an onslaught of thrusts until he was coming, feeling his cock pulse until there was a fullness as he spilled himself inside of you. Intak was silent as he came, his face twisting against your shoulder until there was nothing left. You could hear harsh muffled breathing once he learned how to use his lungs again.

Regaining back some of his senses, Intak began to kiss against your neck before pulling out. His mouth trailed to your cheeks until reaching your lips, placing small chaste kisses against them.

The carefulness carried over for the rest of the night, Intak carrying you to the bathroom to shower off together before going off to search for something comfortable to wear to bed. It felt like he was gone for forever as you tried yourself off, hearing Intak marching back with somehow picking out one of your favorite sleeping shirts.

Settling back into bed together, Intak’s height allowed him to tower over you as he spooned you from behind. He had snuggled his face into your neck again, his cheek squishing against your shoulder. Knocking out almost immediately, Intak’s heavy sleep allowed you to trace along his fingers that had been wrapped around your waist before dozing off yourself.

The following morning, the hand you were holding was gone. You were left alone in your bedroom, the only remnants of anything occurring the previous night being the messy bed sheets and the spoiled coffee that was still sitting in your kitchen. Everything that you thought was true had unraveled the moment you opened your eyes, never expecting Intak to think that last night was something he could run away from.

Chapter 17

You had never felt so foolish. The weight of the morning settled heavy on you as you lazily rolled out of bed. Replaying the events from last night, you tried to go over anything that might have made Intak feel the need to leave without saying goodbye. The warmth of his arms seemed like a distant memory, the cold reality settling in as you recognized the mess you had made with the constant nights you had spent with the boys from the coffee shop.

It was time for you to make a decision. You had played around enough, messed with too many emotions. It wasn't fair to yourself or anyone else. You worried that Intak had simply used you for his own gain, knowing how easy it had been for his coworkers. That just seemed so out of character, and the way he had treated the night, you knew it had been just as special to him as it was to you. The further down you went through your thoughts, the more confused you got.

You had always been proud of the way you handled emotional honesty, the genuine connections you had made being on the forefront of your mind. There was no way you would get out of this scot free, the blurred lines between friendship and something more was bound to spill over, creating a tsunami that was heading towards your relationships, threatening to wash them away.

Deciding it was a good idea to spend some time in the fresh air, you changed into a mild outfit, choosing to wear a zip up hoodie to combat the cold weather that seemed to be getting chillier by the day. The trees outside had started to turn colors, bright orange and reds covering the leaves, reflecting similarly to how you were feeling inside— both appealing and unsettling. Ambling along the empty sidewalk, the light breeze filled your lungs, allowing you at least a little bit more clarity.

You were lost in thought, watching the fallen leaves crinkle under your feet after every step. It wasn't until you smelled the aroma of freshly ground coffee beans that your body had subconsciously taken you to Beyond the Bean, the cafe sitting across the street from you. Taking in a deep breath, you stopped in your place to try and train your eyes inside the large glossy windows.

Taeyang and Keeho were behind the bar, while you could make out Shota clearly in the front taking orders. His light hair was messy in his face, his long bangs falling from their tucked position behind his ear. Pressing your lips together you stood there for a second too long before continuing your walk. It was like you had no control of your motor functions at this point. Whenever your head would push you away, your heart would only pull you back in.

You were able to make your way back home successfully without running into anyone you knew.

Your glance into the cafe had made you rush home, your heart beating out of your chest when you had finally made it back to your apartment. Your lungs burned and feet ached once you were finally able to catch your breath.

It was as though the fresh air had made you feel worse. The space echoed with the weight of your unresolved emotions and the melodrama that was currently your life.The cafe was the backdrop of so many of your memories, the familiar place becoming more distant each passing day. Thinking to yourself, you wondered if you should have stepped inside to say anything. At least to say hi, to check in on them. But the consequences of that were unknown to you.

Sinking into your couch, you couldn’t help but dwell on the numerous possibilities of what could have happened if you did step into the coffee shop. You wondered if walking in would have given you any semblance of comfort or clarity, but you never gave yourself a chance to find out. Instead, you fled, overwhelmed with the sheer thought of stepping through those doors.

Before you were able to dive deeper into your self pity, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. You were going to ignore it until it continued to buzz, eventually forcing you to check who was blowing up your phone.

Shota: hi ��ᴗ•

Shota: its haku shota

Shota: ( ꈍᴗꈍ)

Shota: keeho gave me ur number

Shota: (ノ_<、) i miss you

You looked over Shota's messages before replying. Each one reflected the neglected connection you had shared with him.You felt so stupid that his little emojis were making you get worked up. lt was like you could see his round eyes staring down at you as you typed out your text back.

Y/N: hey shota, i miss you too im glad you texted me

Shota: (＾་།＾)

Shota: you havent been around the cafe

Shota: why?

Placing your head into your hands, you sighed. You hoped Shota would at least be the most understanding if you were to tell him the truth, and you had to imagine he already partly knew why. Telling Keeho about the night the two of you shared together might have been innocent on Shota’s part, but he had to have known that would get back to you.

Y/N: ive been so swamped at work sometimes ive been forgetting to eat, let alone treat myself to coffee :/

Shota: ill feed you (｡･･｡)

Shota: i still need to go shopping for keeho and jiungs birthdays will you come with me

Shota: keeho showed me this bag he liked last time we were at the mall

Shota: theres pizza there too ~( ˘▾˘~)

You couldn't help but giggle at Shota’s persistence matching with his overuse of emoticons. He had been keen to not forget how you still never gave him a straightforward answer on his date offer, you figured you owed him one.

Y/N: sure, when?

Shota: now?

Rushing to get out of the clothes you had worn on your walk, you picked something more appropriate to wear while going shopping with a guy who was definitely not shy in showing that he liked you. It was less casual than what you had been wearing before, but jeans and a pair of sneakers weren't showing you trying too hard. Shota had informed you that he had just finished his shift at the coffee shop and was planning on meeting you at your apartment after Keeho gave him the okay to leave.

There were only minutes between the time you finished shimmying into your jeans and when you heard a knock at your door. Presuming who was on the other side, you went to open it in a hurry. Shota was standing in the hallway, giving you a glowing smile and a wave once the door swung open. His presence was warm as ever, cutting through your cloudy thoughts. Opening the door wider you stepped out, seeing a lightness in his step as you walked beside him to the subway station.

“I like what you’re wearing,” Shota complimented once the two of you were outside.

“Thanks,” You took the time to admire his outfit, how the yellow and red jersey fell against his torso, and how he had styled it with a white t-shirt underneath. His jeans were unique, fringe lined against his knees, falling against the fabric that covered the rest of his legs. The ensemble was completed with a cluster of beaded necklaces in an assortment of colors.

Heading towards the subway station, the cool breeze from this morning returned to chill you to the bone. Leaves crunched under your feet as you walked, Shota occasionally kicking at the fallen foliage. Shota chattered all the way to the mall, describing everything you had missed since the last time you had stopped by the cafe. It was all more of the same antics, but Shota mentioned how much he missed working with Jongseob.

You had found yourself laughing more than you could remember in weeks before the two of you had even made it to the mall. Once arriving, Shota’s quest to find Keeho’s perfect birthday present began. He was searching for Jiung as well, but was far less keen on finding him something special. You had noticed in the past how Shota always gravitated towards Keeho, like they were attached to the hip. It was hard to see what Shota saw in him, but he had probably never been in the same situation Keeho had put you in.

Shota’s enthusiasm as he scoured the mall for Keeho’s was becoming contagious. He had a spring in his step as he walked, getting excited whenever he saw something he liked, whether it would be a good gift or not. You followed him to various stores, each of them holding prospects for Shota to purchase. But comparing them to the expensive bag he had his mind set on was no use.

He had made it across the mall to the luxury store that carried the specific bag he was looking for. Shota’s eyes lit up when he spotted the bag, a large black leather crossbody had studded silver accents covering the strap with multiple zippers garnishing the front. The bold design was eye-catching, and you could tell why Shota was so adamant on getting it for Keeho.

“Is it too flashy?” Shota asked you as he inspected the bag.

“Yes, but isn’t that right up Keeho’s alley?” You informed him.

He laughed under his breath and nodded. He decided on getting it, with you not knowing how he was able to afford such an item, especially just for a friend. You didn’t mention anything of it, your job not to be policing his purchases. Once he was done checking out and was handed the large extravagant box it was put in to take home. His smile only grew larger once walking out of the store, his big bunny-like teeth on full display. You weren’t going to allow your tangled mess of emotions to screw with his happy go lucky attitude.

“Pizza?” Shota offered after moseying around the halls of the mall.

Nodding in agreement, you followed him towards the food court where the smell of greasy burgers and Chinese food infiltrated your nose. Your stomach grumbled at the sight of the oversized pieces of pizza as Shota ordered a slice for both of you. Offering to pay for your own lunch, he only shooed you away as he took out his card.

Sitting down on one of the plastic chairs that filled the food court, Shota immediately went to work on his pizza. Between bites and mouthfuls of food, he continued his blabbering as the two of you ate lunch together. He glazed over information about a birthday party they were throwing, talking as though you had already made plans to attend Keeho and Jiung’s celebration.

“Oh, when is that?” You asked before taking a bite at the pepperoni on your slice.

“This upcoming Saturday, wait, has no one told you?” Shota seemed shocked at the revelation.

“This is the first time I’m hearing about it,” you confessed, watching as his face twisted into shock.

“What?! Well you’re coming, right?” He asked.

You sat there for a moment before replying. You would love to, but the pit in your stomach was screaming at you. There was a reason you hadn’t stopped by the cafe, and to go to the party meant you had wasted your time trying to avoid that place. Even so, you have begun to miss the laughter and time you spent with your group of friends, despite everything that’s blown up in your face. You decided to sleep on your answer.

“I don’t know, I might be busy that night,” you lied. You didn’t want to give him a straightforward answer, afraid to disappoint him.That might be the reason you had gotten yourself into this mess in the first place. You had become such a people pleaser, you couldn’t say no. You didn’t want to say no.

“Come on! It’s going to be so fun,” Shota whined. “We can play truth or dare again, like at the lake.”

You could feel your face flush, a redness displayed on your cheeks when you were reminded of how that night had progressed, the dress of yours Jongseob wore, to the kiss you had shared with Intak. You couldn’t stop the chill that ran down your spine while thinking about what possibly could happen if you were to play that game again.

“I’ll let you know, ok?” You told him.

He didn’t pester any further as the two of you finished up your slices of pizza. He went on to tell you about how he had already found the perfect wrapping paper for Keeho’s gift, and how excited he was to see him open it. You walked the length of the mall with him once more as he scanned his eyes for a present for Jiung. He seemed less inspired, deciding on getting him a few books and a keychain that reminded Shota of him.

By the time you were leaving the mall, the sun was beginning to set as you made your way back to the subway. Shota followed you home, planning on stopping at the same station to get back to his apartment, with it being only a short walk from yours. Once arriving, he stopped in front of your building to turn and look at you.

“I had fun today,” He said, looking down towards his feet.

“Me too,” you told him, relishing in the fact that he had helped you feel lighter, like he had taken some of the burden off of your chest.

There was a beat of silence as you stood there awkwardly, the goodbye getting prolonged as Shota looked up to you with a hopeful expression. Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, he searched your face as if he was looking for something.

“Let me know about the party, okay? I know everyone would love to see you there,” Shota said.

You purse your lips together, not believing him in the slightest. “You’ll be the first to know, I promise,” you were sure he wasn’t aware of the situation you had placed yourself in, and he only made you miss your time spent with your friends.

Hesitating only for a moment, Shota pulled you into a hug. It was warm and inviting as he encased you in his arms to make you smell the cologne he was wearing, which smells like bright notes of ginger with a hint of fresh dew. You had become intoxicated by the time he pulled away, feeling slightly dazed from the embrace.

“See you later?” Shota asked, his voice carrying a hint of uncertainty.

“See you later,” you replied, watching as he walked away with a lightness in his step until disappearing into the direction of his own home. Getting back inside of your apartment, you closed the door behind you and leaned against it to let out a long sigh.

Chapter 18

“Truth or dare?”

The bottle had spun around the circle before landing on you. “Dare.”

“I dare you to kiss the person here you like the most.”

The joint birthday party had quickly become a bustling rager. Keeho, being the main organizer, held it in his own apartment, letting it get filled to the brim like you were in a pack of sardines. There was no way the group of boys could have hid a surprise party from him or Jiung, their mouths always seeming to get the best of them.

Streamers covered the low ceilings while strobe lights danced across the otherwise dark walls. You were beginning to feel yourself breathing in quicker as you pushed your way past the sea of people, feeling overwhelmed by the close bodies and loud music. It wasn't until you saw a familiar face that you could sense a weight being lifted off of your shoulders.

“Y/N! God, It’s good to see you,” Taeyang’s face lit up the moment he saw you break out of the crowd, reaching the kitchen counter that was completely covered in different types of bottled alcohol. He was easy to spot, wearing a large pink sweater that was looking as though it wanted to consume him.

“Taeyang,” you couldn't get anything else out before he pulled you into a hug, wrapping his arms around your back making you feel the soft texture of his fuzzy long sleeve.

After breaking away, he prolonged his touch by keeping a hand on your shoulder. “Honestly, I wasn't expecting to see you,” Taeyang confessed.

“Yeah, well. I thought it would be a good idea to put on my big girl pants for a change,” you told him, giving him the slight truth.

He glanced over to you before starting to make you a drink. He knew most about what was going on between you and the rest of the boys, ever since spilling your guts after the baseball game. You had been going back and forth wondering if it was a good idea for Taeyang to know anything, but on a night like this you were glad to have someone in your corner.

“And your plan is to do what, exactly?” he asked, pouring in an unspeakable amount of vodka into your red solo cup.

You hadn't necessarily gotten to that part yet. You had spent all of your energy working up the courage to make it to the party that by the time you had walked through the front door, you realized you had no idea what you were planning on doing there. All you knew was that avoidance was off the table.

“Not sure yet. I’m hoping to just blend in.”

Taeyang laughed. “Hope is only going to get you so far,” he had finished making your drink of heavy liquor and a mysterious mixer, handing it off to you with a reassuring smile.

Taking a cautious sip of your drink, you felt as if the alcohol burned down your throat. It was a needed burn; something to coat your twisting stomach as Taeyang pulled you back into the chaotic crowd of people. His presence felt just as essential as your drink, thankful that he was the first face you saw at the party. You swore it was only the alcohol that was making you feel warm inside.

You began to dance with Taeyang, swaying side to side to the music that was pulsating at the walls. It had only been a brief moment when you closed your eyes as you danced, but when you opened them Taeyang was nowhere to be found. It would have been like trying to find a needle in a haystack looking for him with the amount of people around you.

It was a good excuse for you to shuffle your way to the sliding glass door that led out to the backyard. The cold air was a shock to your skin as you stepped out, the apartment inside feeling like a sauna compared to it. You weren't alone, with small groups of people scattered across the small fenced in space that bordered the other floor apartments. It was a much calmer atmosphere, with only the sound of conversation and the muffled beat from the music inside.

“Y/N?”

Your head snapped towards the voice calling out your name, trying to find who it had come from. In the corner of the backyard sat Jiung and Intak, sitting in two busted lawn chairs with cans of beers in each of their respective hands. They almost looked like they matched sitting there, the two of them both wearing white graphic t-shirts and dark washed jeans.

It had been Jiung who had called out your name, a brightness shown on his face once you had spotted him. Intak on the other hand, looked like he was trying to shrink into his chair once you had begun to walk over to them.

“Great to finally see a pretty face around here,” Jiung said after you had walked the length of the yard to stand in front of them, wishing him a happy birthday. Your position was a bit awkward, having to look down at them, shifting your weight from one leg to the other as they sat casually in their chairs.

Jiung didn't seem to notice, going on about how Keeho could never be friends with anyone hotter than him. He was trying to prove his theory while Intak slapped against his leg harshly, signaling to him to shut his mouth. Looking in between you and Intak, it seemed like Jiung had gotten the memo finally as he began to get up from his spot.

“I need a refill,” Jiung said as he walked past you, shaking his half full beer bottle. “Need anything?”

Shaking your head no, you thanked him anyway as he headed back into the house. Your attention immediately went back to Intak once Jiung had left, with him still sitting in his chair, shifting uncomfortably.

You took the bold move to take the spot next to him. Intak’s demeanor didn't change, his stiff composure was obvious with a clenched jaw and whitening knuckles. The two of you hadn't talked since the night you spent together, and you were thinking Intak was planning on keeping it that way for as long as he could.

Sitting there for a moment to take in the solace of the night air, you waited to see if Intak was wanting to speak up having you here next to him, or if he was going to continue the silent treatment he was currently giving you. It told you something that he hadn't gotten up to leave though, with Intak instead sitting there with his arms crossed and legs splayed out across his seat, not looking you in the eyes.

“Was it that bad?” You asked, not exactly sure if you were joking or not.

Intak breathed out, sounding as though he was trying to hide a small laugh coming from his chest. He still wasn't looking at you. “No, not at all.”

You skipped another beat, watching as Intak took a sip of his beer. His silence suggested an underlying meaning to it. “If it’s not that, then what is it?”

Looking down at his drink, Intak had his lips pressed together, showing off how he was trying to come up with an answer. His fingers were fumbling around the lip of the can in his hand, fidgeting at the metal tab before finally glancing up to look at you.

“I really care about you, Y/N,” Intak started, round eyes scanning the length of your face as he tried to read if any emotions were trying to omit. “That’s why I had to leave.”

His words only confused you more. If he liked you so much, you would think he’d do everything in his power to stay as long as he possibly could. You would think he wouldn't have left you high and dry if he cared as much as he says. You didn't say anything in response to him.

Intak chewed on his bottom lip as he did his best to try and produce the words he was wanting to convey. “It wouldn't have been fair to you,” he looked like tears were threatening to spill. “I’m just not ready to give what you deserve.”

“What do you mean?” You asked him, partly thinking out loud.

With heavy eyelids, Intak’s head faltered down to look back into the grass below his feet. “After we–,” Intak’s voice got caught in his throat. “I left because I realized how much I liked you. It was one of the many things I’m trying to figure out for myself,” he explained, seemingly trying to compose himself before continuing. “I don't want to have to make you sit through any of that.”

Truthfully, you wouldn't have expected such a mature response from Intak. When you cracked the surface of him you were left with someone who knew what they wanted and needed, not needing to let anyone else get stuck in the crossfire. Intak was more than met the eye, which was something you were having to remind yourself constantly.

“I think I understand,” you said slowly. “You could have said that earlier, though. You didn't have to leave like that.”

Intak’s eyes met yours again, which were now filled with regret. “I know, believe me,” his voice was as remorseful. “I’m sorry for handling this the way I have. I didn't know how, I was afraid of messing things up even more.”

“So what does this mean for us?” You asked, wanting there to be a clear understanding between the two of you.

His face softened as Intak gave you a sad smile. “I want the air to clear. Everything seems to have gotten so complicated, I want to go back to when it was so much more simple. When I figure out what that means, I’ll let you know,” Intak laughed like he had just made a sly joke.

You weren't sure if it was the resolution you were wanting, but you were glad it was an honest one. Intak’s words were heavy and hinted at something deeper, but you didn't want to press any further. Placing a hand on his shoulder, you noticed how he slightly flinched at the touch before melting into it.

“Friends sound okay to you?”

Intak nodded, some of the melancholy disappearing from his smile. “Friends.”

Following Intak back inside the apartment, the two of you went to find Jiung, who looked as though he had made a new group of friends while grabbing his supposed new drink. It wasn't until Intak went to slap him right on the ass that he noticed you had made your way inside. His red flush only deepened after the embarrassing act in front of the people he was talking to.

Giggling at Jiung's reaction, you reached for one of the large vodka bottles to top off your watered down drink. After unscrewing the cap, there was a sudden force that had pushed you against the kitchen counter, feeling someone press themselves against your back. You could only watch as the clear liquid spilled across the counter, missing your cup completely while arms wrapped around your waist.

“This has got to be one of my favorite birthday gifts,” Keeho’s voice was low, and he was close enough that you could smell his spicy cologne and the whiskey on his breath.

Similarly to Intak, you were wanting to avoid any interaction involving Keeho, just for the sake of your own enjoyment for the night. It was his birthday for Christ’s sake, so you knew that was almost guaranteed not to happen. Sighing out, you reached to try and pry his grip off of you.

“I’m flattered,” You told him, turning around to face him after managing to push him away. “I guess it’s a good thing I didn't get you anything.”

Keeho laughed, tilting his head back slightly, showing off his teeth as he smiled. It only lasted for a brief moment until he went back to the cocky expression he had on before. “It's ok. I think you’ve given me enough.”

That warranted a slap on his chest from you, your eyes darting around to see if anyone had heard him. Jiung and Intak were nowhere to be found, most likely running off into the crowd to dance. Crossing your arms over your chest, you eyed Keeho up and down. His hair had only gotten longer since the last time you saw him, with it hanging across his face, the dim lighting still showing off his high cheekbones. The leather jacket he was wearing only seemed to make him look broader, the simple white tank he was wearing underneath showing off his large chest and small waist.

“Don't be walking around saying that, ok? It’s bad enough not knowing who exactly you’ve run off and told,” you tried keeping your voice neutral and steady, but was having a difficult time.

“You think I kiss and tell?” Keeho had backed off from his menacing stance over you, rather taking the opportunity to soak in your own appearance. He took note of your hostile stance. “I haven't told anyone, and I wasn't planning on it. You’re looking at the wrong culprit.”

You stared at Keeho. “But you told me about how you knew about Intak and Shota."

“Yeah, they both told me. I didn't have to say anything for them to spill out their guts to me,” Keeho told you, his smug look still displayed on his face.

Your view of Keeho shifted slightly, his intentions now seeming different than before. You had thought his entire plan was to run off and tell the others, but he had kept his encounters with you to himself. Instead of chaos, like you expected, Keeho wanted those memories close, choosing to only have him know how well he had gotten to know you.

“I’d like to keep it that way,” you told him with a tight lip smile.

“Don't worry, your dirty little secrets are safe with me. And if you ever wanted to make some more, I’m always down for that too,” Keeho teased, but you could take the hint that he wasn't completely joking.

“Hey! Y/N, Keeho–” There was a voice across the kitchen that called out to the two of you. Turning your heads almost at the exact same time, you saw Shota come up beside where both of you were standing. “Taeyang told me to grab you guys. We're starting Truth or Dare!”

Walking through the crowd, Shota pulled you across the living room until you all had made it to a small clearing by the couch. Intak, Jiung and Taeyang had taken a seat squished together on the far corner, and if you hadn't scanned your eyes further down you would have missed Jongseob. He had taken a seat on the floor, practically hiding behind the coffee table in front of him. He had his knees to his chest and didn't acknowledge your arrival, his head turned to the side.

The three of you took spots across from the rest of the boys, forming a circle around the bottle that had been placed on top of the table in the middle of all of you. You had sat on the floor, smack dab in the middle of the guys on the couch, with Shota taking the spot next to Jongseob, and Keeho on your other side. The game started with Taeyang spinning first, the bottle rotating a few dozen times until landing on Intak.

“Truth or dare? Don't be a pussy this time,” Taeyang asked.

“Okay, fine. Dare,” Intak folded.

“Y/N, you didn't bring any extra dresses, did you?” Taeyang turned to ask you, reminding everyone of the outfit Jongseob was forced to wear last time they played.

“No, sorry,” you giggled out, knowing what angle he was trying to play.

Taeyang kept his eyes on you, an expression on his face showing that he was thinking about saying something he didn't know if he should or not. “That's ok, I think what you're wearing will work,” he said ominously.

It made you look down on what you had chosen to wear to the party. Your long crimped floral skirt pooled around your legs as you sat, your plain baby tee sitting just on top of the hem. It wasn't the dress you had brought to the lake house, but it was definitely way more girly than anything the boys had in their wardrobes.

“Intak, I dare you to switch outfits with Y/N,” Taeyang whipped his head back to look at Intak, taunting him with a coy smile.

Your giggling continued as you willingly got up from your spot on the floor. It wasn't any trouble to you, Intak’s casual outfit most likely being a whole lot more comfortable than what you were wearing. Watching as he got up from his spot on the couch, you could see the dread dance across his face.

“Okay, but only for one round. Then we’re switching back,” Intak’s words fell on deaf ears as you pulled him towards the bathroom to change.

Intak went in first, stripping off his jeans and shirt to hand off to you. Once you had them in your hands you took the clothes to swap your outfit with his in Keeho’s bedroom that was across the hall. You had seen Intak in less, but after everything you had discussed your plan was to keep things safe by changing in separate rooms. Once you were finished, tightening his belt buckle onto the very last loop so that they wouldn't fall off your waist, you went to hand your skirt and baby tee to Intak.

You entered back into the living room first, waddling back over to your spot in your oversized clothing. Intak’s pants dragged across the floor as you walked, still needing to hold them up with your hand gripped around the waistline. Your entrance was met with laughter, but the main event had yet to arrive for their full hoot and hollers.

His bare stomach was the first thing that caught your eyes once Intak walked back into the room. Even those not playing the game had their eyes on him, the baby tee leaving no room for the imagination as it hugged his torso. You could see every muscular indent as he walked hastily back over to the group, the shirt barely fitting around his toned biceps. It was then the boys began their shouts; whistling out cat calls and obscenities that only a drunken group of men could come up with. Sitting back down, you saw how the skirt fell across Intak’s thighs as he took his place back on the couch, making you worry if you were going to be taking home stretched out garments.

Taeyang’s hands were all over Intak the moment he got back, pestering the younger by poking and pinching at the tight clothing. Intak’s chest had turned a bright red, loud enough that you could see it even when the strobe lights didn't shine upon his blush. His embarrassment didn't stop the onslaught of comments from his friends.

“I think you should dress like that all the time,” Keeho told him, resting on the palm of his hands as he gazed up at Intak.

“You actually don't look half bad,” Shota told him, sincerity in his voice.

“Okay, let's hurry up,” Intak said before anyone else could compliment him, reaching down to take his turn on spinning the bottle.

It spun around and around, creeping across the table before landing on you. Intak gave you a look as if he was telling you he was sorry, with you just being a victim of his own dare. You brushed it off, wanting nothing more than to continue the fun you were having with them.

“Truth or dare?”

Pressing your lips together, you mulled over the idea of both options before deciding on the latter. “Dare.”

“I dare you to kiss the person here you like the most,” Intak’s voice was teasing just like how the rest of them had been, leaning into their vexing manor.

If he had asked you that an hour ago, you probably would have run and hid. You were still hesitant as you glanced around your group of friends, some of which you had perhaps been too friendly with. Your options weren't limited, but with Keeho on your left pursing his lips out like he was expecting a kiss from you immediately ruled him out.

The three boys on the couch were easy options, but you were not about to put Intak through that. Taeyang would have been a good choice for you, and probably the most painless, but you’d rather not deal with the obstacle of having to reach over and kiss him across the table. That only left Shota and Jongseob, both sitting next to you on the floor.

Shota gave you a toothy smile once you looked over to him, his round eyes almost pleading with you. He had been so easy to love, and yet there was something stopping you from fully committing to his infectious adoration. Quickly having to peel your eyes away from him, your gaze settled on Jongseob, who had still not given you a single ounce of attention that night.

He had been acting normally with the rest, showing off his high pitch squeal and loud claps of laughter when Intak revealed his outfit. Your gaze was prolonged on him, staring bullets into the side of Jongseob's head as if it were to magically snap his attention towards you. When it didn't, you could feel something inside of you grow. It felt like rage, but you weren't angry. Like you had been a motorcycle repeatedly getting kicked to start, the engine finally ignited with a roar.

Your body moved before your brain, your lips colliding into Jongseob’s after forcefully pushing his head to look towards you for the first time that night. Your hands stayed around his jaw, placing your thumb tenderly against his cheek as you kissed into his mouth. You could feel his muscles tense underneath your touch before Jongseob kissed back like he had been craving it.

Needing to push yourself off before falling too deep into the kiss, you broke away from the kiss from Jongseob with a heaving chest. The circle around you was quiet, the party around you overtaking any words that might want to be said. The tension could have been cut with a knife as your audience watched you clumsily shift back to your seat on the floor.

The absence of sound amongst the group was prolonged, your eyes darting down at where you were sitting. You hadn't even gotten the chance to gauge Jongseob’s reaction to the kiss, the moment seeming lost as you felt an embarrassing hue of red spread across your cheeks from the multiple sets of eyes staring at you.

There was a sudden gust of air beside you, Shota swiftly getting to his feet only to come barreling back down onto Jongseob, tackling him down onto his back. A gasp escaped your lips as you saw the first punch being thrown by Shota, coming straight down to connect against Jongseob’s cheek. It was close to the spot where your hand had just been previously.

“Whoa! Shota–!” Keeho yelled out, getting up onto his feet. Standing in place, he only looked on instead of trying to break the two up as Jongseob began to fight off Shota, kicking and scratching underneath him.

Rolling your eyes at the sheer lack of courage, you got up to do your best at trying to get the boys off of one another. Jiung had gotten up at the same time as you, coming over to help pull Shota off of Jongseob. Still flailing his limbs around once Jiung had managed to get him far enough that he wasn't attacking Jongseob’s face, Shota started his tirade of strong language against his friend.

“I told you about her for a reason, you asshole! I should have never fucking let you come home with us, I should’ve killed you instead!” Shota’s words bit like venom while tears had begun to spill from his eyes.

Your heart ached for Shota. It wasn't Jongseob’s fault, and if you knew better, you would have known no one was to blame, not even yourself. Instead, you felt an overwhelming weight of guilt being placed on your chest as you watched Shota try and wipe away at his tears while still being constrained by Jiung.

“You're acting like a goddamn baby,” Jongseob finally spat out, wiping away blood that had started to drip out of his newly cracked lip. “You’re acting like you called dibs.”

“Well, technically, I totally did,” Shota argued back.

“You can’t call dibs on something like that,” Jongseob tried informing him as he got up from where he had been pushed down, wobbling into a standing position.

“Yes, I–,” Shota’s eyes began to pace back and forth from you to Jongseob, giving you the same pleading look he had given you earlier.

“Shota,” you started, not even knowing where to begin. You wish he would have at least taken some of the small hints you had been leaving him, but you knew his heart had been blinded by them. There had been nothing you had done with Shota that had sparked at your heart in the ways you know it had with him.

“I like you too, but not in the way you want me to.” It felt like running your nails against a chalkboard.

More tears had made their way down Shota’s face, but the melancholic expression he had been displaying had morphed into something more forlorn. Like he had accepted his fate it wasn't worth the fight.

“I’m sorry, Shota–,” you tried to start again before getting cut off.

“Don’t apologize, you haven't done anything you've regretted, right?” Shota asked back.

His words cut deep, the realization of everything you've done had all led to this. You should have known better that he would let you get away without saying anything, let alone have an outburst despite the room full of people. It was Shota. The gravity of the moment had fallen upon you, and you were left to pick up the pieces once more.

“No, I don't. I hope you don't either,” you muttered back, any strength in your voice being weakened.

Giving you a tight smile, Shota’s stare only parted from yours once Jiung finally pushed him away to clean up his swelling knuckles. The rest of the group had slowly dispersed, not wanting to have to stick around for the awkward aftermath. When it had withered down to just you and Jongseob, who had begun to mindlessly nurse at his wounds, you knew it was the right time to call it a night.

“Hey, wait,”

You had already made it through half of the crowd when you heard Jongseob call back from behind you. You didn't stop your crawl to the front door, but when you managed to finally break away from the apartment you stayed on the doorstep until you saw Jongseob’s creamy hair jump out onto the concrete porch.

“Are you heading home?” Jongseob asked, hiding behind a casualness to his tone.

“I’ve definitely had enough excitement for one night,” you told him truthfully.

Jongseob pointed at your outfit. “Like that?”

He made you look down, registering that you were still swapped with Intak. Sighing out, you were far too tired to deal with going back inside. “He can keep the skirt.”

Starting to walk towards the direction of home, you could hear Jongseob stride beside you. He was having a hard time keeping up, like he was lost in thought, not able to control his motor functions properly at the same time. Looking over to him you saw how a purple bruise had begun to form across his cheek, high up where the flesh met the bone. You couldn't stop the wince that formed on your face.

“I bet it looks worse than it feels,” Jongseob seemed to notice the worry that you had been displaying.

Your focus returned back towards your mission back to your apartment, holding back from trying to steal glances over to Jongseob. He hadn't exactly asked if he could walk you home, but his persistence told you that there would have been no use in questioning whether he could or not, because he was going to.

The wait for the subway was a grueling one, the awkwardness in the air only growing as silence gleaned over the two of you. The usual business of the city was absent at this time of night as the stars in the sky hung around you. Kicking around with your feet, you stood a considerable distance away from Jongseob until the train arrived. Every now and then you caught yourself looking over to him, the bruise on his cheek darkening in the dim station.

As the beaten down subway pulled in, you felt Jongseob press himself next to you once the doors opened, walking into one of the silver cars together. Sitting in one of the bright seats next to him, your thighs brushed against his as you did. You were hoping he couldn't hear the speed of your heart like how you were as it thumped desperately in your ears.

Your eyes had fallen, your gaze capturing Jongseob’s hands that he had placed in his lap. They were shaking; the tips of his fingers shook back and forth while the rest of his palm vibrated. Jongseob had tried to force the uncontrollable movements to stop by balling his hands into fists, clenching back and forth to no avail.

The train lurched back before going forward, your shoulder pressing into his as it did so. Jongseob’s hand, still trembling, brushed against your leg as the train moved. He pressed his fingers into your thigh, as though he was trying to anchor his own tremors. The touch was both comforting and nerve wracking, your blood pressure only heightening.

The sight of his condition was a stark reminder of the turmoil you had brought upon yourself, and how everything seemed to have either smoothed itself out, or left you in a bigger mess than what you had started with. Letting out a deep sigh, you leaned over to gingerly touch against the deep bruise on Jongseob’s face. He flinched away immediately.

“I thought it didn't hurt?” your voice was soft, but had a teasing undertone.

He grimaced over his fresh wound. “I never said that, it still stings.”

You scoffed, knowing he was just trying to show off a brave face for you. Not wanting to rain on his parade any further, you let the topic go. Instead, you placed your hand on top of his that he still had on your thigh. Your expression shifted into something more remorseful. “I’m sorry about tonight. It’s my fault you look like that.”

Expecting Jongseob to roll his eyes, or maybe even agree with you, he instead scanned your face, like he was trying to take note of every detail before speaking. “You weren't the one who punched me. You couldn't have expected that he would have done that.”

“Sure, but it doesn't change the fact that he did,” You were practically a whisper.

“Okay, so he punched me. He punched me because he was upset that you kissed me and not him. If you're so concerned by the fact that it might have been your fault, why didn't you just kiss him instead?”

It was like Jongseob’s words were sharp, cutting right down to your core. Your mind was running circles around the moments you had shared with him, and how good it felt to have his lips on yours again. Out of everyone in that room, he was who you gravitate towards. Despite that, you could reply, you slinked your hand back away from his, his hand leaving your leg.

“I don't know,” you didn't know how to begin to express what your brain was trying to comprehend. “I want to, though.”

The subway jostled your bodies, the screeching sound of the wheels against the tracks becoming overbearing. Silence had returned with Jongseob letting your words sit around the two of you, continuing his eye contact. To a staggering stop the train cars halted at the next station, the doors opening automatically to allow anyone to leave or board.

If he wanted to, Jongseob could get up right then and bolt. He could decide that whatever you were offering wasn't what he wanted, or if it wasn't enough. Rather than fleeing, you watched as the doors closed once again while Jongseob stayed in place next to you.

“I want to know, too,” Jongseob had put on a lopsided grin after his words, not masking away the bashful expression growing on his face.

Breaking his eye contact, he looked down to where his hands were still placed in his lap. They were still slightly tense, shaking against his pant leg, but had one palm extended outward. Without hesitation you took it into yours, entangling your fingers with his. The nerves Jongseob was currently feeling was apparent on his clammy skin the longer you held his hand, which you did until reaching the front door of your apartment.

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