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please write nerd geto ! iâm sure youâll write something amazinggg
Of course doll! Sorry this took a while I was sick most of December and January whooped my ass with classes starting again but I love love the idea of Nerd!Geto especially a Nerd!Geto with glasses so had to write a whole fic. Hope you like it :3 âĄ
Lessons in Anatomy
âShall I give you a lesson, Y/N? Do you want me to teach you how to squirt?â
summary: thanks to some bad choices and party girl ways you're on academic probation and can't afford to fail another test. fortunately your longtime friend nerd!geto is there to give you lessons in both economics and anatomy.
cw: college AU. fingering, squirting, dirty talk, edging, mentions of satosugu, rich party kid shit, incestuous friendships, mentions of reader x other jjk men, mentions of casual sex/hookups, mentions of drinking/drug use, reader is a dumb (and I mean dumb) bimbo, a little bit of a brat too, slight coercion, slight dubcon, virgin!suguru, soft dom!sugu, sex ed!sugu, roleplay as sugu is pre med major, some minor fluff, pet names: slut, bunny etc. a bit of a crack fic too haha. slightly black fem coded, no descriptors. a/n: LOL how this became an 8.2k fic about squirting idk chile... but special shout out to @littlemochabunni who talked me off a ledge when I was being emo and I wanted to scrap the entire thing and start over. w/c: 8.2k
âI canât believe Iâm here and missing the biggest party of the year!â
You groaned as you scrolled through your stories to see all the pics and vids of your friends living their best drunken lives and happily binge drinking on frat row to celebrate your schoolâs football league championship win.
Toru just did unassisted keg stand pushups and you missed it!Â
You, on the other hand, were stuck studying with Suguru in his dorm room.Â
100% sober and being forced to learn 5 weeks of econ, that you never took a single note for, in one weekend.Â
Well not forced exactly.Â
You and Satoru had practically begged Suguru to help you study this weekend. If you failed this class you would flunk out as you were already on academic probation.
âWell I for one canât believe youâre dumb enough to attempt to cheat off Toji and Sukuna of all people.âÂ
Suguru quipped back while pushing up his glasses. He snatched your phone away from you and placed it on the other side of his desk, away from you.
Not that he took offense to the remark, but he too had better things to do on a Friday night than tutoring you. Keggers definitely weren't his scene though and Suguru wouldnât be caught dead at a party celebrating with those frat monkeys. Even if said monkeys included his childhood friends.Â
However, as a pre-med student heâd much rather stay in to write his essay for the clinical research internship he was trying to get.Â
âHey! I didnât cheat off them for the record! Toji and Sukuna said they had the hookup for the answers!â
You pouted grumbling as you tried to reach for your phone on the other side of the table only for Suguru to take it again. This time he slid it into his pockets, keeping it away from you for good.
âUrgh, itâs not my fault they got the test for ECON 230A and 230B mixed up. I didnât even know there was a second section!â
Suguru had to resist the urge to roll his eyes at you again. The pilfered test definitely had âECON 230Bâ printed in big bold letters at the top.Â
You all were idiots.Â
Unfortunately for you, you were just a cheerleader idiot.Â
The other idiots, Toji and Sukuna, dubbed the âThe Boom Brosâ, were the reason your team even won the championships in the first place. The best defensive backs your college or any college in your division have seen, ever. Not letting an opposing team score more than 10 points the entire season, there was no way in hell they were going down for that right before the championships.
That left you as the scapegoat, which was something Suguru noted that you happily took the fall for. Although there is a very good possibility of you being a soon-to-be college dropout, your social clout was skyrocketing.Â
Word spread among the popular social circles fast on how you âsaved the big gameâ.Â
Suguru couldnât care less about football, though he was getting annoyed at all the texts, DMs and messages you received asking where you were. They were making you completely lose the little focus you were capable of, which is what made him confiscate your phone in the first place.Â
Sighing, Suguru was pretty sure you would be competent enough to pass if you just applied yourself more to anything other than drinking and parties.
âY/N, just try to focus on studying, please.â
You pouted, turning back to the textbook in front of you.
How did Suguruâs nerdy ass enjoy studying so much?
Studying, especially anything to do with math, gives you an ick. In fact, you were sure the only reason you graduated from high school and even got into this university was because you played 7-minutes-in-heaven with Choso at the start of senior year.Â
It had been a secret double dare from Gojo but you sucked the soul out of that boy in Gojoâs closet that night. From then on, Choso pretty much did anything you wanted that year, including all your homework. Hell, he even wrote your college admissions essays and in turn you gave him some sloppy toppy here and there.
Choso was always eager to feel your soft lips on his cock, so youâre sure he could have thought of a better way for you to cheat so you didn't have to study at all and could be out partying right now. Itâs just your bad luck that he was studying abroad this semester with his little brother Yuuji.
Although, even if you did flunk out you werenât that worried. Worst case scenario if you couldnât find a career or a husband you could always be one of Gojoâs three mistresses he said he would keep once he was older, married and had taken over his familyâs company.Â
He had pinky-pie-promised he would take care of you if you needed it and as one of your best friends you knew he was good for that promise. Even if he did make it while you both were partying, tripping balls off acid so hard that Satoru convinced himself your cunt could produce cotton candy. He chewed on your pussy for 2 hours straight one wild night on your groupâs graduation trip where he then asked if you would be his future mistress.
But that didnât necessarily mean you wanted that life for yourself. You liked your independence and Satoru would be alot to deal with, even with 2 other mistresses and a wife.Â
Therefore, unless you wanted to resign yourself to that fate, you were stuck with Suguru as your tutor.
Itâs not like you didnât get along with Suguru, heâd been one of your closest friends since you were young along with Satoru. But as you got older your interests kind of drifted apart and you saw him less and less, especially as you got to college.Â
You wanted to party and Suguru prioritized studying.
You had missed him. You wanted to have fun with him again.
And this was definitely not fun.Â
Reading the same paragraph for the fifth time and retaining shit all of whatever the passage had said about âdemand curve fluctuationsâ, you were ready to climb up the walls.Â
You began to fidget, still in your cheer uniform from the game earlier. The material of your skirt rode up to your upper thighs when you splayed your knees out and leaned forward to lay your head on the desk face down with an exasperated yawn.Â
Suguru shared in your exasperation but directed his towards you with another sigh, looking you over. His weariness at you from your inability to study causes his eyes to linger on your form longer than they should.Â
Resting against his desk, your back had molded into a nice natural little arch as your tits pushed forward . Adjusting his glasses Suguru found it difficult to pull his eyes away once they landed on your thighs. Practically leering, Suguru is transfixed by the way the fabric bunched at your hips digs into your soft skin.Â
He curses your universityâs school colors as the next thing that caught his eye was the bright yellow cheer panties you wore that were tight enough to show the full shape of your cunt. Your panties are so skinforming that they donât fail to give you camel toe. The indent of the slit between your fat pussy lips is on full display.
Youâve always been attractive, Suguru muses as he feels his pants slightly tighten. But itâs no mystery why you were such a slut now if these were the positions you found yourself in when alone with guys.
âSeeing something you like, Sugu baby?â
Suguru snaps his head up at your teasing to see you looking straight at him, your head still resting on his desk but has since turned to face him. The wink along with the lazy yet knowing smile forming on your cherry stained lips lets him know you know he was staring at your cunt.Â
Caught red handed, Suguru rolls his eyes and scoffs as he returns back to the textbooks in front of him while you laugh. Dismissing your question entirely he changes the subject back to studying but canât resist throwing in a little dig to take the heat off himself.Â
âY/N, canât you just focus? Youâve barely made any progress⊠Or is it that you want to flunk out and be reduced to Toruâs mistress or something?â
Fuck, you forgot Suguru knew about that too. (Duh, of course he did. He was the sober one who found you both, taking care of you once your come downs had hit).
Not letting him get away with that shade, the brat in you clapped back as you returned his sarcasm back at him.
âOkay, well high school was one thing but do you want to go through college without getting any play too? Or are you satisfied just from peeking up a skirt?â
Annoyance flashes in Suguruâs eyes. He thought you had some audacity seeing as you were the one who was casually flaunting your pussy for him in the first place. Nevertheless, you continued, using Suguru as a punching bag for your current academic frustrations.
âYour pocket pussy and getting head from Toru behind the bleachers at prom doesnât count by the way!â
Suguru pinched the bridge of his nose as his tolerance of the situation had officially bubbled over. He was tired of everyone thinking he was missing out on something just because he didnât want to kill off brain cells partying every weekend or play STD Roulette with casual hookups.Â
You bringing up prom was a low blow. It was the first time heâd ever had a drink and Toru had practically begged him. Satoru wanted to know if his head was just as good for guys as it was for girls (spoiler alert: it was).
Also, what you thought just because you fucked around alot it was actually any good?
âYeah and getting railed by a bunch of banana brained monkey jocks, that counts Y/N? They wouldnât know what to do with your clit even if it was an actual football.â
Suguru retorted and he watched as your eyes widened with shock then seethed with anger as you finally sat upright in the seat.Â
Ding Ding! He had hit a nerve.Â
âOh and you would know what to do, cherry boy?â
Suguru knows he probably shouldnât push it further. But like Satoru, you always knew what buttons to push to get under his skin. Suguru canât help but to want to get under your skin as well, especially since he was never one of the ones getting under your clothes.Â
âWell I can actually spell clitoris, so that already puts me at an advantage over those ball chasing monkeys. Have you ever even had a real orgasm before, Y/N?â
You started to speak but Suguru cut you off before you could.
ââand I mean one that didnât come from tripping with Satoru or a toy? I bet youâve never even squirted before.â
Damn.Â
You resisted the urge to chew on your lip, not wanting him to know just how right he was but your immediate silence was telling. Racking your brain, you tried to find a way to get your lick back but found yourself at a loss.Â
It was mostly true to be honest.Â
A hot and heavy make-out session at a party would typically lead to mostly underwhelming sex and you would have to return to your dorm or wait for them to leave to finish yourself off with your rose or dildo⊠or both.Â
Okay and sure, maybe the one and only time you did really have an intense body orgasm was the time you dropped acid with Satoru but⊠fuck âWaitâŠsquirting?! Wasnât that just pee? Gross!Â
Satisfied with your small ammunition, after a pause you bit back again.
âAlright, so frat boys arenât sex gods, tell me something I donât know. Itâs still sex SuguruââÂ
You flipped your hair and crossed your legs arrogantly as you continued.
ââ sex that you arenât having, which, duh, is obvious if you think squirting is an actual thing. Because Eww nasty, Iâm so not into piss-play, Sugu!â
You waited for his reply, assuring your win but Suguru just blinked at you, dumbfounded.Â
The thought of you having won shatters when Suguru erupts into a fit of laughter. Hitting the table for emphasis Suguru was near howling as the glasses fell off his face and he had to clutch his sides for support, keeling over in his chair.Â
Suguru couldnât actually believe that you believed squirting was the same as urinating!Â
On second thought, knowing you, this kind of checked outâŠ
Watching Suguru in a fit of hysterics had your face burning with embarrassment as waves of self-consciousness came over you.Â
To be honest, you werenât even sure why you were feeling insecure as this was supposed to be your victory! This was not the reaction you expected from him at all to say the least!
Just what made this so funny!? Because you didnât want to piss yourself during sex?!Â
âSuguâŠâ
âSuguâŠâ
âHey, Suguru!!!â
Frustrated with him ignoring you and still laughing after failing to get his attention, you jumped up from your seat and marched directly in front of Suguru. Angrily you yanked his head up by his man bun.Â
You were so ready to tell Suguru to go to hell for laughing at you. Even if you werenât too sure exactly what he was laughing at you for, he was still being a jerk right now.Â
However the words caught in your throat as soon as you saw his face.
Suguruâs wide grin easily illuminated the dimly lit dorm room. Tears gathered in the crinkle around his eyes and pulled into an expression of such warmth that you were reminded of all the fun times you had together goofing off over the years. You nearly forgot what it was like to see him laugh like this.
So nostalgic you almost forgot he was still laughing at your expense â almost.
âDonât be an asshole SuguâŠâÂ
Your voice was low, lacking any real bite as all your fire fizzled and was replaced by a pout.
Defeated, you let go of your stiff grip on his silky bun causing it to unravel and frame his face with thick black strands that flowed down past his shoulders. Although it wasnât the first time you had seen Suguru with his hair down and no glasses, you couldnât help but stare at him now.Â
He had grown much more into his features since high school.Â
College Suguru had sharper eyes, a slimmer face with a strong jawline and hair that flowed down to his chest. Not to mention his lanky boyish frame had filled out. The muscles underneath were prominent now even if he was wearing a baggy band tee and sweats. Suguru didnât go to parties but from the looks of him he certainly didnât miss going to the gym.Â
He didnât look much like the nerd you knew him to be right now at all.
Granted, you were still a bit salty with Suguru but didnât want to fight with him anymore. Especially given the way his dark eyes sparkled as he gazed up at you, your heart nearly skipping a beat as if you were really only noticing him now for the first time.Â
Sniffling, a cocktail of emotions swirls in you. Moisture pricks in the corners of your eyes despite yourself.
Suguru, who was also staring at you, took notice right away.
âHey Bunny, Iâm sorry...âÂ
You relaxed a bit hearing the old nickname he and Satoru gave to you back in middle school, you couldnât remember the last time he called you that.Â
Grabbing your hand in his much larger one, Suguru gave your palm a gentle rub with his thumb. His hand was surprisingly soft.Â
Despite his sweet gesture, your brow twitched slightly at Suguruâs soft chuckles, still continuing albeit less frequently, at your expense.
âItâs just that⊠I dunno, I guess I would have expected you to have experienced it at least once before Y/N, itâs definitely not pee.âÂ
You huffed. You still werenât convinced it wasnât pee but now you were more curious than anything.
âAnd how do you know that Suguru? Youâve made a girl squirt before?âÂ
There was no sarcasm in your tone this time, just doubt since he would have told Toru and Toru definitely would have told you if Suguru was getting play from someone.Â
Suguru to his credit wasn't discouraged though.Â
If anything, he seemed to gain confidence on the matter now that you werenât fighting him, rather looking to him for knowledge, for the first time tonight.
âWell, no, but I did get a 4.0 out of Anatomy last semester and unlike you I actually paid attention in Sex Ed. Also, just because Iâm a virgin, doesnât mean Iâm completely clueless. There is a little thing called the internet, Y/N.â
You mouthed an âOââ a bit ashamed that you actually thought because he was a virgin who didnât party he was merely just sitting around clueless to everything about sex.
But what could just reading textbooks and the internet teach him over actual experience?Â
Then again, Suguru was practically a genius, if he was saying something was possible you could be sure it was. Still you couldnât stop your mind racing as you considered his previous words.
You were the one with all the experience so you should have experienced it before, right?Â
Maybe the guys you hooked up with werenât the problem then? Maybe you were.Â
âWhat ifâ w-what if Iâm the problem Suguru? What if I just canât?â
Tugging you closer, his fingers now interlacing with yours, Suguruâs other hand settled on your hip giving you a warm squeeze. You were so close to him now that his chin almost rested on your belly and Suguru was craning his head up to you with a small sly grin still on his face.
âItâs not a matter of can or canât Bunny, you just donât know how. Shall I give you a lesson, Y/N?âÂ
âDo you want me to teach you how to squirt?â
You felt a bit lightheaded as you considered the words that just came out of Suguruâs mouth. You werenât shy at all when it came to matters of sex and you had the reputation to prove it. Yet your stomach still did a little flip at Suguru propositioning you.Â
Sure you were a bit of a slut and had at least made out with almost every guy in your group of friends, but not Suguru. Not for lack of attraction though, you had teased Suguru in the past but he had always been the responsible one, like an older brother or protector.Â
Besides, Satoru was always so needy for his attention. There werenât often times you were with Suguru alone and he never seemed all too interested in sex either, at least when directly compared to a horn dog like Satoru.Â
You didnât actually know if he was serious though so you decided to make light of it, giggling.
âIf you wanted me to pop your cherry Sugu, all ya had to do was ask.â
Suguru smiled back at you, he shook his head chuckling.Â
âIâll only need to use my fingers, Y/N. Besides, this is about you. What I really want is for you to not flunk out, I would miss you, ya know?âÂ
You try to keep a poker face but you couldnât help feeling giddy at the fact you were extremely happy to hear Suguru would miss you. You had already missed him and combined with the inkling of new feelings stirring in your chest from seeing your old friend in a new light you feel adrenaline begin to pump through you as you brim with nervous energy.Â
âLetâs think of this as a study break from Economics. You had to miss the party but we can still have some fun. You might even learn something for once, eh?â
His hand left your hip in order to push the books and papers on his desk aside and patted the wooden surface. The hand still intertwined with yours guided you over.
âHop on up, Bunny. Itâs time for your anatomy lesson.â
You look at the desk and pause as if you are unsure, biting your lip.Â
Thoughts of finally hooking up with Suguru excited and the fact you were nervous whether you would disappoint him if you couldnât actually squirt flood your mind at once. However when you meet Suguruâs eyes and feel gentle reassuring pressure on your hand your body is already moving towards the desk, making the decision for you.
Your heart is already thudding in your eardrums by the time you settle on top of Suguruâs study desk. Suguru immediately shifts into instructor mode, picking his glasses up off the floor and adjusting them back on his face.Â
He directs you to lean back and relax and soon your shoulders are against the wall behind the desk as you are propped up on your elbows.Â
You yelp as Suguru startles you by grabbing your hips with a firm squeeze and scooches you flush to his pelvis. Feet propped up to the edge as well all you needed were the stirrups and you could have been at the gyno's office, giggling now at the thought.
âSugu, you canât be serious. I feel like youâre about to give me a pap, not an orgasm.â
Suguruâs mouth twitches up into a smirk.
âThereâs a reason they have you lie in this position, makes for easier access. If youâre going to squirt Iâm going to need to find that slutty lilâ gland of yours and I donât mean your clit, Bunny.âÂ
You huffed but you were otherwise agreeable.Â
You couldnât deny you were a slut especially not now with your legs spread open wide exposing your bright yellow cheer-panty clad cunt to Suguru. Laid out like this, the thin layer of spandex is stretched to its absolute limits causing your chubby pussy lips to poke out of the sides. This does not go unnoticed by Suguru who hadnât taken his eyes off your lower half since you initially spread your legs.Â
His Adam's apple bobbed heavily as he swallowed and breathed deeply at the sight of you.
Suguru can barely believe heâs really about to do this.Â
If anything he is overconfident in his abilities, despite his lack of actual on-the-job experience so to speak. From all his studying as a pre-med student, books, health articles and yes even porn, Suguru could say he had an in-depth understanding of human anatomy and bodily functions.Â
But that didnât mean he didnât need to calm himself enough to stop his balmy palms from sweating further at the reality of finally being allowed to actually touch you.
âIâll be in your care then, Doctor Geto.â
You make a lighthearted joke with a nervous laugh to ease your own anticipation. However the joke has the opposite effect for Suguru and he snaps his head up as if you had activated something in him.Â
Suguruâs fiery expression sends shivers down your back. Although as quickly as it appeared it was gone again, replaced by his trademark comforting grin. Even so your fingers pressed a bit deeper into the wood beneath you, steadying your frazzling nerves.
âWell arenât you a lucky one then, being my first patient ever. Youâll be a good little pussy and listen to me, won't you?â
Suguru is looking down again, speaking directly to your cunt who is tingling in response to his voice. Itâs fucking lewd. But then again so is the studious scrutiny of Suguruâs eyes so single-mindedly transfixed to your cunt you wonder if his leer alone could dissolve the cheer panties right off of you.Â
You let go of the breath you didnât realize you were holding once Suguru finally starts touching you.Â
But not your pussy just yet.Â
His long thick fingers are surprisingly cool on your skin as they press into your warmth, ghosting just above your knee on both sides.Â
Gentle strokes travel down along your inner thighs and up again to lightly tickle the backs of your legs. You tense and squirm beneath him when your eyes meet Suguruâs own.
âSuguââ
âPatience, Bunny. Itâs no wonder you never cum if youâre so used to diving right in. You need to relax first. This wonât happen if you arenât relaxed, can you try to do that for me?â
You nodded back at him, yet the goosebumps left in the wake of Suguruâs soft caresses had you trembling. So used to rushed thrusts and hurried grasps, you donât know how to just take it in the moment.Â
You had never been touched this delicately before.
Already oversensitive, if anything you felt like the one who was the virgin in this situation.
If Suguru notices, he says nothing. His touches are progressively firmer, the light pets morphing into soft squeezes and circular strokes of the hand once he traverses closer to your core.
âYou know Bunny, the inner thigh area is an erogenous zone? Can you say that, Y/N? Ero-gen-ous?
Suguru pronounces the word out for you as his heavy muscular hands make their way to the crease of your inner thighs, his hands once more perilously close to your pussy as he pauses looking up at you again expectantly.
âSay it, Y/N.â
Your cunt clenches at his command and it leaves you stuttering. Heat blossoms across your cheeks from how needy you sound choking out the word.Â
âEr-Ero-gennn-ous.â
Suguru rewards you by moving his hands again but to your dismay they pass your core to dig into your hips, his thumbs swirling over your hip bones. He leans his body in closer to you and you break eye contact to turn your head away lest you really start falling apart in his hands.
âGood girl. Ya know, youâre quite bright with the right motivation, Bunny.â
Puffs of moist heat glide over the tip of your ear as his lips are only millimeters away from your skin. His words stimulate a deep in your gut reaching all the way down to your toes, trying to resist how much heâs affecting you.Â
Suguru chuckles at your bashfulness.
âAre you always this shy, Bunny? Or does that honor just belong to me?â
You whimpered. You arenât sure how you got here.Â
How was Suguru, a nerdy virgin, making you come undone like this? You didnât know where the darkness that crept up on the edges of his eyes was coming from either, yet you squirm in anticipation despite yourself.Â
You loved it.Â
Always a know-it-all, so you would hate to admit it outloud, but Suguru was already making you feel more excitement than any frat boy you had been with. Lack of hands-on experience be damned. Youâre losing it as his lips sensually flutter against your collarbone.Â
âY-you s-said only fingers, S-Sugu!â
Your voice lacks any real reprimand as you are arching up into his touches and quivering for more. Suguru obliges as he alternates between delicate nips and open mouth kisses sinfully marking you. Groaning into the crook of your neck Suguru savors the lingering taste of your perfume and the natural saltiness of your skin.Â
Returning his attention back to your ear Suguruâs breath trails over your skin until your lobe is once again trapped between his moist lips. He lightly tugs it between his teeth before giving it a sharp bite.
âAHH!â
The sting sends a jolt of electricity shooting straight into your cunt and a strangled noise escapes your lips. Your knees are starting to buckle but Suguruâs quick reflexes stopped your legs from clamping together all the way, bracing you.Â
Taking your hands and leading them to the backs of your thighs, Suguru is making you steady yourself back into a spread position for him and gives you strict instructions not to move.
âGood girl⊠This should be more than obvious now Bunny, but there are erogenous zones all over your body that connect to the pleasure nerve endings here.â
Suguruâs voice is silky as his index finger tows long strokes over the slit of your clothed cunt and applies pressure on your clit for emphasis. Whines fumble out of you when Suguru switches from steady swipes to idle flicks with pads of his fingers and your legs twitch again once more.
âIt's important to simulate multiple areas simultaneously and I only have two hands, donât I? You donât mind Y/N do you?â
You still canât bear to look Suguru in the eyes, much less respond vocally so you just shake your head.Â
âFeeling good, Bunny? Which do you like better, the strokes or the flicks?â
Your eyes squeeze shut from Suguru demonstrating both over your covered cunt. You try not to tear up but the amount of autonomy you had in this situation was new to you. Embarrassed and vulnerable youâre realizing that in spite of all your sexual experiences you still donât feel comfortable expressing your needs.
âHey, Y/Nââ
Suguru clutches your face in his massive grip, squishing both your cheeks with a single hand and forcing your glassy eyes back on him. It was hard to focus on what he was saying anyway while you cooed from the feather-like circles he had been drawing on your clit.
ââyou have to talk to me. This and sex in general, is just another form of communication. It won't work well and you definitely wonât squirt unless you can express to your partner what feels good and what doesnât.â Â
You are sure he can feel the heat gathering in your cheeks radiating off your skin.
âStop t-teasing S-Sugu⊠I-I know you can tell itâs good.â
Suguru eases his hold on you, his smirk deepening at your complaint.
âOh I can, tell Bunny. Believe me. Your pussy, sheâs so sensitive no matter how much you try to hide it from me. But I still need to hear it from your mouth regardless.â
The hand playing with your cunt splays out and Suguru fully cups you in his hands. The pulsing of your clit vibrates against his palm even through your panties.
âIf youâre going to be a slut Bunny, at least be a vocal one. Be a slut for your own pleasure...this fat nâpretty cunt of yours deserves it.âÂ
Suguruâs mouth is mere millimeters above yours, floating suspended both your lips are parted as youâre sharing the same air. The dizzying effect of breathing him in only intensifies with his words.
âOr perhaps you just get off on the idea of being free use?â
Suguru chuckles but doesnât make you answer that question in favor of pulling back from you to inspect the large wet spot you soaked through your cheer panties from all of his taunting.
Pleased he gives your clothed pussy a smack, the moisture underneath the flimsy fabric evident in the soft squelchy sound that fills the room.
Smack, another moist sound echoes from your cunt.
âOh, looks like sheâs ready. This mouth down here is so much more talkative, Bunny.â
Hooking his fingers in the fabric Suguru peels your soaked cheer panties to the side, whistling at the thick strings of your essence that lingered between your cunt and your panties.
âSo fucking wet, the prettiest most obedient lilâ pussy, arenât you?â
A fleeting thought of sassing Suguru since yours is the first real pussy he has actually even seen up close dissipates as soon as your entrance flutters against his two thick fingers that rub over your uncovered opening.Â
Involuntary bucking your hips, the burning urge to feel him inside you is all you care about now, pride be damned.Â
You want him.
âSuguââ
ââShhh!â
Suguru cuts your pleas short.
âDonât interrupt Doctor Geto when heâs speaking with his favorite patient, Bunny⊠Your nasty lilâ cunt is really begging for her treatment, isnât she?â
You pout at him, quieting down while Suguru rewards your submission by slipping into your folds once more, entering fully past your entrance and into your gummy walls. Itâs only a single digit inside you but your pussy is hungrily sucking him in deeper, trying to devour his middle finger whole.Â
Suguru murmurs intelligible obscenities from how warm and tight you are. He needs to find that spot.Â
Your hands struggle to keep your legs from quaking when you feel his finger, longer, thicker and far more pointed than your own, bottom out before languidly dragging delicious pressure back through you, exploring your walls in search ofâ
âFound her.â
Your ass jerks up and nearly off the desk entirely when his finger roughly prods into the firm spongy spot within your cunt you didnât even know existed until now.Â
âFAH-FAH-FUHHCKKKKKKKKKââ
Your voice cracks and your vision blurs with tears that finally are cascading down your face smudging your mascara. Your reaction has you missing the wide-eyed look of amazement Suguru gives you utterly entranced by the way your entire body quivered from just a solid tap to the gland.Â
Suguru had expected an intense reaction. Heâd seen and read about how temporary control of muscles and spasms were common when abusing this spot in women. But the one thing textbooks, articles, nor porn could prepare him for was how fucking sexy youâd be while he was doing it.Â
The ache in his pants has him groaning as he has to lean nearly his entire weight into you in order to get your lower half to settle back down on the desk. Pausing his movements inside of you, Suguru allows you to catch your breath.
Still the heavy pad of his finger is weighing down on you with enough force you still need to suck in your breaths, barely able to squeak out words.
âW-Wh-What is th-that S-Suguuu?!â
Suguru tells you not to worry about the actual name. Itâs not very sexy, so you wonât remember it and itâs important that you do, so eventually he tells you to just call it the g-spot.Â
You groan at the loss of pressure on your g-spot when Suguru removes himself from you entirely in order to bring the finger that had been inside you to his lips. Watching him savoring the essence of your sweet cunt on his tongue, you couldnât take any longer, finding your voice.Â
âSu-Surugu, N-NeedâN-need more. Pâplease!â
Suguru obliges, slapping the fat of your ass teetering off the desk and lifts you as his knee slides under your hip. Leaning into you further, Suguru throws one of your shapely legs over his shoulder.Â
âOh, you found your voice Bunny? Then tell me what my patient wants. Where does Doctor Geto need to touch you?â
âM-my pussyâ fuckâ p-please Sugu, wanna feel good there. Sheâll be so good for you!â
Suguruâs pleased smile is your only warning before two of his large fingers plunge-in and bottom out inside your cunt, knocking against your cervix. Your jaw completely slacks as you groan at the sudden intrusion, allowing Suguru the perfect invitation to your mouth.Â
Wasting no time, Suguru crashes his lips into yours. The kiss is sloppy, hot and needy as any cries that attempted to leave you were drowned out in the wet cavern of Suguruâs mouth.Â
Fuck, youâre greedy as hell.Â
The kiss makes Suguruâs head spin and he loses himself in your sinful hunger as you wrap your arms around his neck and begin to dominate the kiss, sucking on his tongue. Soon Suguru finds himself groaning against your lips and slowly rocking his cock into the back of your thigh. Fuck, your body was too responsive, too eager for him to slut you out on his fingers.Â
Suguru couldnât lose sight of the goal though, you needed to squirt so he needed to take back control.
Catching you off guard, he bullies a third fingerâ his ring finger, into your cunt as well. Breathless you break the kiss, your eyes sinking back into your head as you meet the thrusts of his fingers with the roll of your hips. Â
You arenât able to control the way your body convulses as you writhe against Suguru. His massive body weighed over you as his hair fell in front of his face, hiding his crazed expression from you.Â
Suguru is also panting as he vigorously pumps the appendages into you. In and out, swirling them Suguruâs fingers take special care to zigzag sweet torment over your g-spot.Â
Youâve only felt the slight ghostings of this feeling before, nothing so pointed and focused on attacking this spot, while stretching your pussy so well in the process. You wantâ no need, to feel Suguruâs cock inside you next.Â
You could tell he must be huge. Heat was radiating off his girthy bulge as it twitched up against your ass cheek even through Suguruâs joggers. The thought causes the hot iron coil in your stomach to tense to its breaking point, begging for release.
Suguru notices.
âA-Are you gonna squirt for me, Y/N?â
For the first time his own voice is ragged, set on keeping his promise to you.
âS-Sugu, I-Iâ I want to but IââÂ
Your words catch in your throat as tears that are salty to the taste freely flow past your lips down your chin. You are unsure of what exactly to beg Suguru for even if you could do more than unintelligible babbles at the moment.Â
Itâs comingâ you panicâ this feeling!
âW-w-ait! Nooo, SâSuâSugu⊠Iâm g-gonna pee. S-stop, p-puhleaseee!
Your hands slip against Suguruâs shoulders as you try in vain to push him away. So fearful that Suguru was wrong and you may actually piss all over him and his desk.Â
Suguru isnât having it though, backhanding your clit with a harsh smack, his knuckle bullying into your bud.Â
The slap was followed by two more in quick succession, his other hand never slowing inside of you. Disregarding your pleas Suguru ventures even deeper into your guts while pressing down on your lower belly.
âI told you itâs not pee, Bunny. You donât listen very well, do you?â
Suguru hiss at you, the stress of holding himself back as you fall apart on his fingers was nearly too much, he needed you to lay back, be good for him and take it.
âI-Iâm s-sowy, Dr. Geto butâ Iâ wannaâ.â
You sniffle back more tears, which has Suguru calming himself in order to soothe you again.
âShh Bunny, itâs okayâ now ask your doctor nicely for what you need. Go on.âÂ
At this point cuming, squirting, whatever Suguru you requires of you in order to release the feral sensations building within you is an essential need to live as much as taking your next breath.
âDoctor Geto, please let me cum! Sugu please! G-gonna s-squirt, gonna squirt s-so g-good for you!!â
âThatâs right baby you will⊠Now squirt on me Bunny, make a pretty mess all over my fucking fingers.â
Timing a particularly hard jolt to your g-spot with simultaneous pressure from over your belly, has you tipping over the edge. Back arching you feel the gratifying release as you squirt hard, fluids spurting all over Suguruâs fingers and spilling down his forearms. The saccharine pleasure of it all is buzzing throughout every cell in your body as your eyes flutter back into your skull.Â
Your entire body feels like an extension of your pussy, pulsing in tune with your cunt and you donât realize you are even screaming until Suguruâs mouth is on top of yours once again.Â
Suguru is tongue fucking your wails all the way back into the depths of your throat until they are mere raspy gurgles.
Riding out your orgasm you protest with choked cries as Suguru's hand abruptly leaves your cunt. Yet before you can process whatâs happening youâre mewling loudly again once you feel his lips attacking your cunt. Sucking your clit between his lips, his own groans vibrate into your core making you all the more sensitive.Â
Your hands fly to him again, tangling up in his long raven locks and trying to push his head away.Â
Too much! You were far too sensitive right now for him to be lapping at your over stimmed cunt like a mad man.
âStawwpââ
Your slurs fall on deaf ears as Suguru continues, only pulling back briefly to shush you.
âHavenât got it all out. This pretty pussy is so fucking nasty she can give a little more, canât you baby? I know she can.â
Suguru is speaking to you but he sounds a million miles away, focused only on your cunt as he returns to suckling on your clit, his teeth scraping lightly. He knows your pussy will give him the answer he is looking for soon enough.Â
The iron grip his arms have around your thighs holds you down allowing Suguru unimpeded access to dribble globs of his spit into your folds. His tongue flattens over your clit and his eyes smolder into yours before diving back into your pussy.Â
So close to cumming yet again your thick thighs clench around him as you unintentionally smother his face deeper into your core. Suguru ignores any need to take breaths, your cunt being the only sustenance needed as he rams his tongue further into your convulsing hole.Â
Shaking his head around sloppily, Suguru is goading your cunt into giving him more and more. His tongue is a mere worshiper in the temple between your thighs, begging your leaking pussy to give him the last morsels of your squirt.Â
Not having the willpower to deny him, your pussy gushes out more onto his tongue and shamelessly he swallows all of it as you cum all over again.
By the time Suguru detaches himself from your cunt he looks almost as wrecked as you: hair is matting to the sides of his face, his glasses are clouded with slick and your juices are dripping down his chin.Â
Although, now that Suguru has had a taste of you he is left craving more. Not letting a single drop of your juices go to waste Suguru is ferally slurping the drippings off your thighs and lowering his head to even zamboni the overflow of your essence off the desk beneath you. Ravenous with thirst for you Suguru is even using his mouth to squeeze out any droplets he could retrieve from your soaked cheer panties.Â
You on the other hand could only heave as you gasped for breath. Your legs are still twitching in the after shock of your intense orgasm and squirt session. Dizzy and dazed you feel yourself fading out, unsure of how much time has passed or what Suguru was still doing between your legs until the familiar ring of your phone slowly guides you back into the present.Â
Wiping his face with the back of his hand Suguru stands up and pulls your phone out of his pocket.
The phone is still ringing as he looks down at it and snickers.Â
âItâs Toru, Y/N. Answer it.â
You give Suguru a frowny pout. You were barely conscious right now, you couldn't handle a drunkenly energetic Satoru.Â
Seeing you making no attempts to move, Suguru answers it for you and Satoruâs voice overflows through the speakerphone.
âY/N! Y/N! Where are ya at!? We need the beer pong queen to make her appearance, I need a partner! Nanamin is too good to beat without you!â
Suguru held the phone out to you but you could respond in labored puffs.
âY/N is taking a study break, a bit tired after her lesson.â
ââOh it's you Suguru!â
You end up tuning Satoru out as heâs begging Suguru to come to the party with you which you already knew wasnât going to happen even if he didnât just make you squirt all over him.Â
Willing yourself to sit up, your body is immediately revitalized when your eye is drawn to how bricked Suguru currently is in his dark gray sweats.Â
Suguru arches his brow in amusement as you pull him forward by the band of his joggers. You hurriedly fumble to untie them, pushing them and his boxers down to reveal his hard cock.Â
The sight of it nearly has you squeeing.
You practically have hearts in your eyes as you gawk at Suguruâs cock, itâs the prettiest youâve ever seen. The way his girth swayed in front of you as pre marbles on the tip has you openly salivating. To say his length and thickness is above average, was a massive understatement.Â
You canât estimate a size but you know he is huge as you eye the a large vein on the underside of his cock that seemed to weigh him down even though fully erect. You squirmed at the thought of that vein scraping inside your pussy as Suguru pounded you.
You need to feel it. Now.
Nevertheless, it isnât until Suguru snaps his fingers in front of your face did you realize Gojo was now addressing you again through the phone.
âY/N! You there?! I failed with Sugu! Heâs lame! But youâll be here soon right???â
A sharp contrast to just 30 mins earlier but partying was the last thing on your mind now. You needed to get Satoru off the phone and Suguruâs cock inside you expeditiously.Â
âMhm-nh, Toru sorry, IâI really need to get a good grade. I need Sugu to tutor me a bit more. C-Canât afford to flunk out!â
Although you had teased Suguru earlier about popping his cherry, you didnât care if he was a virgin now. He had more than proved himself despite his lack of hands-on sexual experience.Â
You werenât really paying attention to Satoru any longer as Suguru motions for you to lay back again. Readily, you get in position returning your legs to a stirrup pose.Â
Suguru rewards your obedience with his cock slapping against your clit.
âMmmmâŠFUHH-CK-AH!â
You donât care that Satoru is still on the line as Suguru is slipping his cock under your cheer panties, rubbing his fat tip along your folds. His cock sandwiched between your messy cunt and the soaked fabric has Suguru groaning at the crazy sensation, he could bust like this for sure.
âHuh? Oh.. OHHHHHH! Haha, I see, I see! Suguruâs lessons are the best, arenât they Y/N?â
Youâre openly moaning now. Barely registering Toruâs words as Suguru grunts, increasing the pace heâs bullying his cockhead across your clit.
âY-yeah, the besssst-ahhh!âÂ
Satoru, feeling more than a bit left out, starts pouting over the phone.
âHey, no fair playing with Bunny without me Sugu! Let me join neââÂ
Suguru abruptly cuts Satoruâs complaints short, hanging up on him while still rutting his tip over your pussy. His pre leaking out in globs and mixing with your own cum still dripping from you.
He wanted you all to himself, for now at least.
Satoru could fuck off.
âGawwd Suguâjust fuck mââ
You abruptly stop as your face falls in realization when you feel his warm cum pour over your mound and into your cheer panties.Â
Suguru is spilling so much of his thick load into you it's even coming out the sides of your cheer panties and running down into the crack of your ass. A few more jerks of his cock through your folds and he is quickly pulling back to tuck his softening length back into his sweats.
âN-no,no no no S-Sugu! Suguru! I-tâs okay you came fast but pleaseâ fuck me. Iâll even let you raw me and cum inside puhleaseeee Suguâ need to squirt again all over your cock!â
You donât know the kind of willpower it takes Suguru to refuse you.Â
Probably one of the hardest things heâs done in his life, especially as fresh tears trickle from your eyes and he knows youâd be crying just as adorably on his cock. You were too sexy, too perfect and he wanted to fuck you just as badly as he knew you wanted him to.
BUTâ more importantly he wanted to enjoy you more than for a quick fuck and if he indulged you now, he couldnât promise he wouldnât be relentlessly tearing up your sweet slutty pussy all night.Â
If you didnât start studying for real you were definitely going to get kicked out of school and he canât have that, especially not now after this.Â
Masking his own lust with a stern instructor voice Suguru chastises you as he ties his hair back onto a bun and begins to give his glasses a proper cleaning before adjusting the books and papers on his desks around you back into their correct piles.
âAbsolutely out of the question. Now be a good girl and pull up your panties, Y/N. We have a lot of ground to cover tonight.â
Sticky with Suguruâs cum, frustrated and still horny you groaned loudly but obeyed. You knew Suguru meant business.Â
You hoped if you listened to him well enough youâd get what you wanted by the end of the night. It would suck for you to suffer through studying but it was the best motivation you had in literal years.Â
Unfortunately for you, Suguru, focused on the bigger picture, had a larger goal in mind.
âOnly smart sluts get dick, Bunny. Youâd better get an A on that exam Monday if you really want this cock.â
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a/n: I would be willing to write a part 2 (some time in the future) of y/n popping Sugu cherry or even y/n getting double teamed by 'The Boom Bros' as a 'thank you' for taking the fall for them if there was interest. I'm kind of fond of this little college AU.
Reblog for an anatomy lesson from Nerd!Geto but likes and comments are also appreciated as always!
NEXT is back to my own ficcys! Upcoming: The Nursery - Yakuza!Toji x Y/N - teaser/taglist: â°ââ€here. Delays cause I've been without my adhd meds and getting the first part of the fic beta'd for once but I FINALLY got them today and was able to finish this fic so hopefully I can get back on track! send me good vibes y'all!
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pairing: minho x f!reader genre/warnings: established relationship, fluff, angst if you squint; they're in love <3, mentions of menstruation, there's a bit about orpheus and eurydice so you're not familiar you might want to look it up beforehand idk, not as edited as i'd like. not a lot of warnings here tbh it's just pretty mild and mellow saur đ€·ââïž (also i don't exactly love this but i hope you'll still tolerate it anyway lol) word count: 4.7k playlist đ§: moonstruck - enhypen // this is how you fall in love - jeremy zucker ft. chelsea cutler // pansy - taemin // tightrope - zayn
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Minho is the kind of love that you thought only existed in movies and fairytales. Make-belief, too good to be true, out of reach.
When he rests his head on your shoulder, drifting in and out of sleep like heâs been doing for the past hour or so, you give into the urge to stare at him in wonder. An angel on earth, if there ever was one.
His long eyelashes that you could only dream to have, the slope of his nose, his pink pouty lips, his impeccably sharp jawline, and even his fluffy hair thatâs ticking your cheek as you look at him as if you donât get to see him like this every day. But that kind of beauty is something that demands to be showcased in the worldâs most exquisite museum and admired by anyone who comes across it.
Minho is beautiful in every sense of the word.
And you adore him. You do. You love him with every single beat of your pathetic little heart and then some.
Surely, you mustâve saved a nation in one of your past lives to deserve someone as ethereal as him.
Turning your face to the side, you press a kiss against his forehead. The touch makes him stir awake, eyelids fluttering open as he groggily looks around and stretches out his limbs, in the limited space that he has anyway. His sleepy voice asks you, âAre we there yet?â
âNot yet. I think they said we still have about forty minutes before we land. Do you want to go back to sleep?â
Minho shakes his head, covering his mouth when a yawn forces its way out. He straightens his back to his full height sitting down, then slumps against the seat a little bit. He rests his cheek against the top of your head while his hands find one of your own to hold in his lap.
He rubs the skin of your fourth finger for a moment before he eventually stills, lightly snoring again while you look out the window, gazing at oddly shaped clouds and blues and the reflection of the sun on the waters below.
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After youâve checked into the hotel, freshened up and readied yourselves to explore the scenery, Minho takes you down to the beach. Itâs a little chilly, spring hasnât yet settled into summer. Even with a light jacket on, you still shiver every time the wind rushes by like itâs playing with the waters. But itâs nice â the sea breeze in your hair and the sunlight on your face, your lover by your side, his fingers intertwined with yours as you walk along the shore together. The blue of the sea almost blending in with the sky where they meet somewhere out there on the horizon. Seagulls flying overhead, families enjoying their relaxing vacation, children playing in the sand way down the shoreline where all you can make out are blurry silhouettes dancing about.
Itâs paradise on earth. Itâs an escape that you desperately needed. Exhilarated doesnât even begin to describe how you felt when he told you that heâd booked a Jeju trip for your anniversary.
Heâs always been the perfect partner. Always knows just the right thing to do for you whenever you need a pick-me-up. He may not seem like it, but Minho is beyond caring and considerate. Heâs a man of few words but he certainly makes up for it with his actions.
âHey,â he says, pointing somewhere ahead of you. âRemember what happened there?â
âHmm?â Your eyes try to follow the direction of his finger, until they find a spot where two people are sitting, watching the water in front of them, content smiles passed between lips as they talk animatedly. âDidnât you confess to me there?â
He smiles as the memory resurfaces in his mind. âDid you know I almost chickened out?â
You two started out as friends way before you got together.
Three years ago, just a few months after youâd both graduated from college, Minho asked you to go to Jeju island with him. You thought it was a little strange â though not that strange since you had been on trips with him before, but it was always in a group setting with all of your other friends. Never just the two of you.
Nonetheless, you agreed. You wanted to get out of the city anyway. You needed a change of scenery to clear your head and to recharge. Everything was starting to become too much for you - being 22 and in limbo. You felt like you kept falling behind no matter what you did. Everyone was moving forward and you were running in place no matter how hard you tried to get out of that slump.
Everyone around you was outgrowing you and your little life, and all you could do was pretend you were fine.
It was one of the lowest youâd ever felt, and you suppose that was why you said yes to Minhoâs invitation. A vacation didnât seem like it would help much, but it certainly couldnât hurt.
A few days away, with nothing but the sun and the sea to help you get out of your own head.
A tropical paradise and Minho. It wasnât the end of the world. There were worse things you could think of.
That, and the fact that there had always been something between you and him. Not crazy sexual tension or anything, but just enough of a noticeable spark. An inkling of something that neither of you ever acted upon.
âDid you?â you ask. âDidnât you plan the whole trip back then to confess?â
âWhat? No. Why would I willingly do that when you couldâve rejected me? Then I wouldâve been stuck in a hotel with you and on the plane ride back.â
You squint at him. âThen why did you take me on that trip?â
Minho shrugs. âFriendship trip to cheer you up.â
Years with him and he still makes you feel as warm as he did the first time you kissed. You gaze at him with what must be the worldâs most lovestruck look plastered on your face. You reach up to press your lips to the corner of his mouth, then watch as a blush spreads across his cheeks.
âYou did confess though,â you argue.
âWell, yeah, but that wasnât planned,â he tells you. âYou just... We were sitting right there,â he tips his chin toward the same spot again, âand you had my jacket on because you were cold. You were watching the sunset and you looked so pretty. I couldnât help it. Almost chickened out though.â
You stop walking, and this makes him stop too. Minho glances at you with his head slightly tilted, wearing a puzzled expression.
âYou never told me that,â you say.
âYou never asked.â
Pouting, you tug him toward you until heâs close enough for you to wrap your arms around his neck. Minho is good, so incredibly good for you that sometimes you canât possibly fathom how you even deserve him. He never meant to get anything out of it; he just saw that you were struggling and wanted to make it better for you.
Maybe you didnât do a very good job at pretending, not if Minho could see right through you.
Before him, you had a fear of heights. Not the literal kind, but rather the kind of heights that often accompanies big leaps, big changes. A fear of falling, maybe that would be more accurate. Falling and failing and hitting rock bottom with no way to climb back up. A fear that you would always be stuck with this life forever, trapped in an existence you never asked for. A fear that no effort to escape your reality would be enough, and youâll always be trailing ten steps behind even if you try twenty times as hard.
You pull him down so you could properly kiss him, your lips slotting together perfectly like he was made for you, like heâs the only person youâre ever meant to kiss in this lifetime. You can taste his smile, minty and happy as he moves against your mouth, his arms sliding around your waist to hold you to his body by the small of your back.
âIf I had known,â Minho pulls away slightly, mumbling against your lips, âtelling you that would get me brownie points, I wouldâve told you ages ago.â
You roll your eyes with affection.
âSo all this time,â he says, âyou thought I asked you on that trip just to get into your pants?â
âYou did get into my pants on that trip!â
âLet me remind you that I only wanted to do something nice for you. You were the one who almost jumped my bones right then and there after I said I liked you.â
You slap his chest as he throws his head back in a hearty laugh. Minho takes your hand in his once more as he drags you along, savoring the cool sea breeze and the golden daylight dancing on glittering waters before the sun bids you goodbye.
Minho is the kind of love that makes you want to curl up into a ball and ugly cry for an hour straight.
In a good way, of course. In the best way possible.
So thatâs what you do, on a fine Tuesday afternoon, sitting on a couch surrounded by three cats as you wait for him to come home, perfectly sheltered from the harsh sun outside.
He returns eventually, toward the end of your crying session. When he sees the pile of tissues on the coffee table, soaked with your tears and snot, his heart nearly falls out of his ass.
Minho drops everything, rushing to you like youâre on the verge of spontaneous human combustion because clearly, this is a normal reaction to have when you come home to a girlfriend whoâs been sobbing in the dark for god knows how long.
That, and the fact that said girlfriend doesnât cry very often. Not by herself and certainly not in front of others.
Doesnât mean that youâre immune to the occasional bouts of tears whenever shark week closes in, though.
âHey, hey, whatâs wrong? Did something happen?â
Another rush of tears breaks as you look at him. You wipe your eyes and your nose with the tissue youâre currently holding, before throwing it on the table to join the pile youâve accumulated.
You launch yourself forward, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. The sudden force takes him aback, makes him gasp a little.
He freezes as you cling to him like a desperate koala, before his hands slowly land on your back, rubbing slowly, hesitantly, as though heâs afraid heâs hurting you.
âWhatâs wrong, baby? Why are you crying?â
âPMS,â you hiccup your answer out, to which Minho only responds with a relieved Ah, his hands now moving more assuredly on your body.
âAnything hurt? Sore?â
âNo. Just⊠missed you today. Love you a lot.â
Thereâs something saccharine in his gaze when he pulls back and regards you with his big doe eyes, softened and endeared, yet thereâs still a twinkle of mischief peeking through the sugary glaze.
He moves to make himself comfortable next to you on the couch but still makes sure to keep a hand on you so you donât grow impatient.
Once heâs effectively squished between you and the armrest of the sofa, he says, âYou missed me so much that you started crying? You couldâve texted me, or called. I wouldâve come home sooner, crybaby.â
âI didnât cry because I missed you. I cried because I love you.â
He pretends to think for a moment. âI honestly canât tell if I should be offended or not.â
You jab a finger at his ribs.
Sure, the mere thought of Minho brings tears to your eyes sometimes. Itâs not really a secret anymore.
Thereâs something about him, just him, how wonderful he is and how all of the stars in the sky must have aligned themselves to make you and him happen. Heâs the love of your entire life, thereâs never been any doubt about it. Your other half, perfect for you.
Youâve never felt this way about anyone before, and youâre positive that you will never feel this way about anyone ever again. Your love for him runs so deep, so powerful that it overwhelms you at times, drowns you in nothing but affection for him and only him. A love that spreads like wildfire through your calm and sacred forest.
Itâs clichĂ© beyond words, that one day you would be having these thoughts about someone. You used to watch this kind of sentiment romanticized in movies, used to cringe and laugh at sappy lines in books and TV shows though there was always a part of you that longed for that kind of love.
You didnât talk about it often, not even with the people closest to you. You always found it a little embarrassing to admit that you wanted love. To love and to be loved. There was something so utterly vulnerable in the act of yearning and isnât it such a scary thing? To be vulnerable? You never saw the appeal in showing someone the deepest, darkest parts of you.
What if they leave? What if you bare yourself to someone and they deem you not worth staying for? How would you come back from that kind of rejection?
You suppose it always held you back - the fear of being open that goes hand in hand with the fear of being left behind. Maybe you have more fears than youâd like to admit.
Then came Minho.
No, that doesnât sound right.
He didnât come crashing into your life like a tidal wave and unraveled your every belief.
He was always there by your side, a calming presence that you could lean on when things got tough. A friend, a solid foundation. Heâs the relief after every monsoon, the first day of sun after a long and harsh winter.
He saw you for who you were, all the messiest parts of you, and loved you anyway. In spite of your mess? Because of your mess.
He taught you that love isnât always extravagant gestures and grand declarations that Shakespeare would applaud.
Love is acceptance. Love is staying with you on your gloomiest days and holding your hand through your dreariest moments. Love is lingering glances by the doorway before he goes to work because youâre half asleep but youâre still trying to reach for him even in your dreams.
Itâs sharing joys and burdens alike. Reminders to eat and gentle wake-up calls. A photo of you in his wallet, a silly picture of him as your phoneâs wallpaper. Giggling with him after he tells a joke not because of the punchline itself, but because his manic chortle is even funnier.
Love is Minho cradling your face in one hand and holding onto your shaking fingers with the other, his steady gaze holding yours, and his voice whispering gently in the darkest of nights, âYour storm is my storm.â
At the end of the day, love is pretty simple. Love is him.
âDo you ever think about Orpheus and Eurydice?â
Minho laughs, the sound vibrating where you lay your head, his hand still absentmindedly rubbing the skin of your waist over your shirt. âNo, I donât think about Orpheus and Eurydice.â
You figured as much.
Your fingers trace invisible patterns on his chest as you hum your acknowledgment. Then you ask, âIf it was me, if you were Orpheus, would you look back?â
His hands pause their ministrations, a little taken aback by the question you suppose. Your brain tends to pingpong between the most random things sometimes.
âYou know,â he says with an even voice, though the corner of his mouth still curls upward in amusement. âOther people just ask the worm thing.â
âThe worm thing is boring. And we both know you wouldnât love me if I was a worm.â
âYou wouldnât love me if I was a worm either.â
âThatâs true. I donât like worms,â you agree, chuckling while your boyfriend scoffs. âAnswer the question, would you look back?â
Thereâs no right answer because youâre not expecting a correct response. Itâs a hypothesis that can never be tested because you arenât a nymph and Minho isnât a bard with the ability to sway all life with his music. Itâs a silly thought but itâs one that youâre curious about nonetheless, just to hear what he would say. Why not?
Youâve read many interpretations of the tragedy. In some, Orpheus hears Eurydice stumble and turns to catch her fall. In others, he canât hear her at all. The story will forever be among your favorites, one of the things that never fails to turn you inside out no matter how many times you mull over it.
Minho is quiet for a moment. You think heâs about to shoot back with a witty retort that he always has up his sleeves, probably something about how he would find a loophole and trick his way out of the deal, or that he would personally fistfight Hades to get you out of the underworld. This wouldnât surprise you at all.
Instead, he says, âYes, I would look back.â
But regardless of how you choose to view the myth, the ending does not change. Orpheus always turns around.
He turns around because he loves her.
Minhoâs fingers slip under your shirt to brush your bare skin, angling his head sideways so he could kiss your forehead.Â
Maybe heâs just saying it for the sake of being romantic, for the sake of saying what seems to be the right thing. Itâs an answer that you can never give substance to, but you believe him with all your heart.
You believe him. You do.
âIf itâs you, I would look back.â
Minho is the kind of love that eclipses the sun and dims the light of the moon. The kind of love that drowns out all the noise and makes everything a little more bearable. Not just the most horrible things â your fears and struggles alike â but even the smallest, most mundane things.
If thereâs one thing that you absolutely hate, itâs the smell of nail polish. You hate the way it lingers in the air even after the bottle has been capped, hate how the smell of toluene stains your fingertips even after washing your hands several times with scented soap.
Though, the only time you try to tolerate it is when Minho convinces you to stay in and pamper each other. Pizzas that he picks up for dinner and tiramisu ice cream for dessert. Face masks and fancy candles that you save for special occasions. SoonDoongDori napping on various surfaces in your living room, an old vinyl playing from the record player he got you for your first birthday you shared together after you started dating.
You each take turns doing the otherâs nails on the carpeted floor. Itâs become somewhat of a tradition that you indulge in every month, where you would spend cozy Friday evenings indoors just because neither of you can be assed to indulge in a âproperâ date night. Being hermits together sounds infinitely more appealing to you than any other alternative.
âIâm not done,â you say, snatching Minhoâs hand back after he pulls it away to admire your work. You blow on his fingers to make sure that the layer of black polish you applied earlier is dry, then youâre reaching for a bottle of beige polish sitting amongst the ones scattered on the floor. You take a tiny brush from the nail kit - one thatâs rarely ever touched because neither of you knows how to do nail art - and dip it into the sand-colored polish.
âWhat are you doing?â he asks, watching as you trace some squiggly lines on his middle finger, the lighter color settling nicely on top of the black even if he has no idea what youâre trying to draw. âWhat is that?â
âSoonie,â you say simply. âWhen you flip people off, you can show them Soonie.â
You donât need to look at him to know that his attention is fixed on you even though he doesnât give you a response. You feel his gaze on the side of your face, soft and warm and never leaving for even a second. He doesnât say anything while you work though, maybe he doesnât want to mess up your concentration while youâre so engrossed in what youâre doing. He only chuckles at your answer, then nothing afterward.
You donât mind the lack of conversation. It helps you focus better on what youâre doing because youâre no artist by any means. You canât draw to save your life, let alone master something as intricate as nail art, but this is therapeutic. Itâs perfect to help you unwind after a long week - doodling your beloved cat on your boyfriendâs nails while Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls sets the ambience. Youâll get the ice cream when youâre done with your impromptu project, along with a little headache from inhaling too much of the polish scent perhaps, but isnât that a small price to pay?
You take your sweet time with the teeny tiny details, like Soonieâs delicate whiskers and the darker strips of fur on his face. He still turns out a little wonky, a little lopsided here and there but itâs not like you expected it to turn out like a Picasso.
The real Soonie seems to sense a disturbance in the force when he wakes up from his nap and saunters toward you curiously. You pick him up and sit him in your lap so he doesnât come too close to the fresh polish on Minhoâs nails. âLook,â you say with a proud smile, pointing toward the small cat doodle. âThatâs you.â
He studies it for a moment, focused on your portrayal of him but then heâs quick to decide that heâs not interested anymore before wiggling away from your lap to go join Doongie on the couch. You chuckle lightly, watching him as he walks off, wondering if this is what it will feel like when your future children enter their teenage years.
When you turn back to Minho, heâs still staring at you, a dazed look in his eyes as he blinks slowly, his hand resting limply on his thigh.
âWhat?â you ask. âDo you not likeââ
âMarry me.â
The rest of your question dies in your throat, wilting away like cherry blossoms when summer nears. He doesnât break eye contact, still that dreamy gaze when he peers at you. Nothing has ever changed in the way that he looks at you.
For a moment, youâre too stunned to speak. You think anyone would be when their boyfriend drops a proposal out of nowhere while youâre doing each otherâs nails in your comfiest sweatpants.
Everything that youâve been afraid of comes bubbling to the surface, every doubt, every fear, even every fleeting insecurity. They manifest as a ringing in your ears, a buzzing in your head that makes it hard to think about anything at all.
But then he shuffles closer, closer and closer until his warm breath fans your cheek, his nose nudging your cheekbone gently. Itâs similar to what Doongie does sometimes when youâre lounging in bed and he just wants some love.
When Minho takes your hand and laces your fingers together in his lap, everything stills. The rumbling comes to a halt, the distant thunder fading slowly into the background of your mind palace until itâs reduced to mere white noise. âMarry me,â he says again, and his voice is so tender that you ache. Tender and sweet and so full of wonderful adoration. If you ever have to describe what love sounds like, you would say itâs him and his voice, right here and right in this exact moment.
âA little dramatic to propose just because I drew your cat.â
He chuckles, presses a kiss to your cheek before he ducks down to deliver another kiss on the side of your neck. Then he pulls back, just enough to get a clear view of you and your now glassy eyes.
âBottom drawer in our bedroom,â he tells you. You canât lie; you have half a mind to leave him here and go check. âI bought the ring two months ago, but I knew I wanted to marry you two years before that. Iâve been waiting for the perfect moment to do it but I realized the perfect moment doesnât exist, because every minute I spend with you is perfect. I love you so much. Itâs not because you drew me my cat, by the way. I think Iâve loved you since the first time I saw you.
âI love your weird brain and your blanket-hogging ass. I love that youâre crazy enough to listen to a song literally over a thousand times without getting bored. I even love you when you set ten alarms in the morning and still manage to sleep through all of them. I know you hate your smile but itâs my favorite smile in the world. Did you know my favorite color is the color of your eyes? The best part of my day is when I get to come home to you and the kids waiting for me. I want all of you forever. I promise Iâll love you twice as much on days that you donât love yourself. When weâre old and gray and we look like raisins, Iâll let you go first so you wonât have to spend a single day alone. Iâllââ He stops when you let out a teary giggle, no bite in his voice at all when he says, âPlease donât laugh at me during my big romantic speech.âÂ
It only makes you laugh harder, though itâs just as emotional. If you focus on the other part of his sentence, youâll only crumble into a million pieces right here. âHow very romantic of you to include the visual of us as raisins in your speech.â
Minho rolls his eyes â fondly, of course. When he pretends to squirm away from you, you tug him back by the collar of his shirt to plant an apologetic kiss on his lips which he eagerly accepts.
âPlease continue,â you say, smiling against his mouth. âTell me all the ways that youâll love me.â
âYou ruined it. I retract my proposal,â he grumbles, but his arms betray his words when they tighten around your frame, holding you close to him to steal another kiss. Then another, and another, until your faces are wet with tears and you realize that youâre both crying.
âIâm sorry,â you say through sniffles and tears. âPlease keep going.â
âMake it up to me first.â
âHow?â
âMarry me,â he repeats a final time. âIâll give you a better speech on our wedding day.â
Years and years from now, when youâre old and gray and look like raisins â as he so poetically put it â youâll remember this moment down to every miniscule detail. How the catsâ peace is disturbed by your tearful giggles and the strange look they give you before wandering out of the room, in favor of somewhere without two crying idiots. How the record starts skipping but neither of you can be bothered to do anything about the obnoxious sound. How the material of his shirt feels when you bunch the fabric in your hands because you need to kiss him, need him to be as close as humanly possible.
Youâll remember the sob that he hiccups when you tell him through choked up whispers, âYes, Iâll marry you,â and how his lips feel when they tremble against your skin. Youâll remember the way he holds onto you like a lifeline, because heâs always been your salvation for as long as youâve known him. Youâll remember what happens after, later that night when he finally slips the ring onto your finger. The words he whispers into the crook of your neck, âYou mean the world to me,â and the emotions in his voice when you both realize this is the start of the rest of forever.
Youâll remember everything, all of it, every clumsy touch and every graceless kiss. Ugly crying on the floor and yet, itâs more perfect than anything you can ever dream of.
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đŹđČđ§đšđ©đŹđąđŹ: youâre used to light being distant, so when he decides to lay the affection on heavy and proposes a new idea to you at the same time, youâre helplessly intrigued. đ§đšđđđŹ: nsfw, yandere light yagami x reader, idk if this matters to say right off the bat but youâre wearing a skirt :] also mentions of death like always lol but none fr! alsoalso this idea has probably been done to death by now but to be fair I started this A YEAR AGO!! pls enjoy despite that lol ily <3
âWhat is it?â his eyes sharpened as they narrowed at you from across the room, voice laced with blatant boredom. That was what you told yourself anyway, truly hoping that it was boredom and not annoyance because the look he always gave you at times like this made you cave in on yourself, instantly regretting whatever you had done to be such a bother. All that you were doing now was laying idly on his bed, legs swinging out of habit as you were on your stomach and flipping through a magazine that he had given as a pacifier. Maybe he knew that you were actually keeping your eyes on him this entire time, rather than the sheets before you.
âWhat do you mean?â playing dumb never worked with Light, but you would always do it anyway. It could provide a delay of the inevitable if nothing else.Â
You heard the tap of his pen as he dropped it on his desk, followed by the soft thud of his notebook closing before he stood from his chair. A regular notebook, you noticed, thankfully.
âTrying to outsmart me again?â
Right, his interpretation of your playing dumb was much less simple than what you intended to get across. Of course, he knew that you knew better, so your deception was instead seen as defiance; a flaunt of superiority.Â
âOf course not,â you shut your magazine, sliding it to the side of the bed and cringing when it slid off of the bed, crumpling up in an ironically tense pile on the floor. Surely Light wasnât too attached to it, as he merely spared it a passing glance before casting his eyes upon you once more. Then he began to approach, making you swallow a newfound lump in your throat as you scampered back to sit up on your haunches.Â
âThen what is it?â he leaned over you, his hands resting at your sides with your faces inches apart. His breath was slow through his nose, soft and cold as each exhale blew onto the tip of your nose.Â
How to tell him that the stupid magazine didnât pacify you at all, that only his attention could soothe you? And how embarrassing it could get if you admitted to the exact type of attention that you needed.Â
He began leaning closer as your mind raced, thinking of a different possible answer, but then it went entirely blank as he was close enough to brush his lips over yours. Tantalizingly, the gentlest nudge and he only did it once before pulling back slightly, you could have missed it had your brain continued thinking so hard. The sensation nearly made you crumble, a chill shooting down your spine as you inhaled and resisted the urge to wet your now trembling lips, focusing on maintaining your posture. He knew how to break you, you didnât want him to see it happen this soon.
âNothingâ was all you could say without simply blabbering out every dirty thought plaguing your mind.
âYou never stare at me like that for nothing,â he said pointedly, even adding a cheeky but very slight tilt of his head. Had your stare really been so obvious? You truly did try to be subtle. Either way, you found it humorous how he could go from cold with seemingly deadened emotions to a teaser within minutes. Finding it humorous helped you cope with how scary you knew he could be.Â
With the lightest shove to his chest you could muster alongside a bashful turn of your head, you tried creating some space between yourselves to alleviate the fast beating of your heart.
âReally, itâs nothing. I didnât mean to distract you from your workâŠâ Your hand lingered on his chest after the little push, kneading the material of his shirt idly as you hoped this excuse would suffice. This mannerism alone proved the opposite of your hopes to him.Â
When the full press of his lips fell upon yours in a genuine kiss this time, you knew that you had failed. Even more so when you subconsciously deepened it with a lean closer, making your grip on his shirt firmer to keep him from moving away. Though it seemed he had no intention of doing so, instead easing you down to lay your back against his mattress, crawling over you as soon as you were horizontal.Â
This kiss, unlike all of his others which would be quick and half-assedâyour lips barely meeting before he was already turning his head away to tend to some other matterâwas compassionate. One of his hands found the side of your face and he caressed your cheekbone with his thumb, his other fingers which became entangled in your hair from the placement were massaging your scalp soothingly. The sensation lulled you and had you sinking even deeper into his bed while pulling him along with you, your fingertips meeting at the back of his neck and fiddling with the ends of his hair. While this kiss was unusual, it was not unwelcome.Â
You didnât know that there would be a catch to this sudden affection.
You could feel Light smirking against you, his entire aura darkening once he did, so much that you could feel itâand your reaction to such a peculiarity was communicated with a tensing of your shoulders. Upon sensing this, Light was quick to groan and prod his tongue against your bottom lip, which surprised you further and allowed him to invade your mouth. The intimate sound he let out and the way he just seemed so infatuated with you right now had your heart racing.Â
This moment ended almost as quickly as it started though, he pulled away from you and nudged his nose against yours. You tried not to show your disappointment, but you knew that it must have been obvious when a frown graced your lips.Â
âI want to try something.â
This could go in any direction. He was always so unpredictable, mood changing on a dime whether it was for better or worse.Â
âWhatâs that?â you asked with a small voice, indicative of your anxiety about the unknown. You were already playing right into his hands.
âI want to reward you for being so obedient.â
A reward? Who is this and what has he done with your Light?!
His hand on your cheek rubbed it once more before he lifted himself off of you, steadying himself with hands on your waist as he did. You remained in your place, only watching with your eyes as he leaned over to reach into his desk and a drawer.
The drawer.
You turned your head with a gulp as you watched him retrieve his arm, now holding the dreaded notebook that you had tried to shield yourself from, trying to stay ignorant for the sake of keeping your relationship peaceful with the man you couldnât help but love.Â
âSo long as your obedience remains the same, youâll be rewarded. Weâre going to test it right now.âÂ
He placed the book by your hand which had fallen to your side once he moved, putting his pen between your loose fingers and adjusting it until it stayed still there without tipping over. Your limbs had frozen, so it was no tough feat for him. You were shocked even further when Lightâs expression altered somewhat once he actually took notice of how tense you were. Last you could remember, he couldnât care less when your discomfort was so obvious.Â
âIt really is going to be rewarding for you. Donât you trust me?â
He always had to ask you that. How much more obvious could you be about your unequivocal devotion to him, your infinite trust? Youâd been by his side all this time, yet he would still ask, nearly daily, most commonly before asking you to do something that you didnât want to do. As if anyone else would remain with him when finding out his secret, and he still doubted you.
âYou know I do.â You murmured, fingers twitching around the cold pen in your grasp.Â
âThen at least hear me outâ he chuckled dryly, not with any sense of legitimate humour. You tried to be subtle as you swallowed the lump in your throat, having heard such an impatient laugh come from him countless times before.
âThis wonât be going away any time soon,â he patted the notebook, âand I can tell that you wonât be either. I mean, as long as you keep following along with me, here.â He glimpsed at you differently then, as if his eyes were asking you to challenge that statement.
You only nodded. Light grinned.
âGood.â
His fingers moved to peel open the book, and you glanced away from it as he skimmed past so many pages that were filled from margin to margin with names. The crisp sounds of paper brushing together stopped once he found a blank one. Â
Your eyes stayed on him, and you could feel some burning bile churn and slosh around in your gut as a little smirk pulled at his lips. His eyes darkened when they met yours.
His free hand, which was out of your line of sight, traced the waistband of your skirt. You flinched slightly in surprise, and Lightâs smirk widened as he leaned closer to you.
âWrite your name.â
Despite being unmoving already, you froze even further, stiffening like a stone and watching him desperately, trying to detect any hint of jesting in his demand. But the wickedness surrounding Light was unrelenting; he meant what he said.Â
âWhat?â you asked quietly, needing to hear it again to really believe that he meant it.
âStart writing your name. Trust me, wonât you?âÂ
âI-I doââ
âI know. So do it.â Lightâs tone was more firm now.Â
You could only hold your breath when your eyes flitted over to your hand, your fingers readjusting the pen as you tried to point it toward the paper. The book itself felt alive, you could sense its unreal gazeâlike it was taunting you, mocking and laughing at you, tempting you to write, and calling you a coward if you dared to show any hesitation because it shouldnât be that hard.Â
Having been with Light for so long now, you fully understood the notebookâs functionality. Knowing that, would it really be so crazy if you were being a coward about this?Â
âAny time now, loveâ Lightâs voice became impatient, and when you looked up at him, his kneeling posture was equivalent to being on the edge of his seat. He looked like he could implode had you made it this far and chose to back out now, he was so eager. Youâd hate to disappoint him, even if his little pet name for you was clearly insincere.
Your body went cold and numb once you pushed the tip of the pen against the page, watching the smallest droplet of dark ink soak into the lines. Your hand remained stagnant following this, and you spared a short glance up at Light, noting how his eyes were stuck on the pen. You took in a breath, holding it and letting your lungs fill so youâd become a little lightheadedâa little less aware of this horrible realityâbefore moving further with utmost reluctance to drag the tool, lining the shape of the first letter in your name.
You could hear Light exhaling as you finally did. You couldnât let out that breath of your own just yet. Maybe your cause of death would be suffocation, then.
Your focus was ripped away from the note in an instant once you felt a cold fingertip trace over your clit from above your panties, making your body jolt as you met eyes with Light. He wasnât looking at you yet, only doing so once you stopped writing.Â
âGo on. Iâm staying true to my word.â To emphasize this, he pressed down against your clit again, his push firm but gentleâleaving you on the cusp of craving more as the sensation gave you chills, yet also sent heat through your lower half.Â
So pathetically, that small second of pleasure was enough to incentivize a continuation, and you managed to finish printing that very first letter.Â
âGoodâŠâ
He resumed what he had been doing, gently circling your bud and using the advantage of that added layer from your panties to optimize the friction; encouraging you. You could feel the way that you were starting to get wet, soaking the material and only making such movements smoother for Light.Â
You paused as the feeling grew slightly more intense, coping, and your pause made Light do the same. You two were playing a little game, it seemed, and you obviously didnât want it to stopâyou had to keep going. You had wanted him minutes before this, after all, and you were finally getting what you craved.
Letter two manifested; your grip on the writing utensil weakened as he pulled your panties aside to touch your skin directly.Â
You shuddered from the sudden cool air that brushed along your exposed skin, and he dragged some of your slick up from your pussy, using it to make rubbing into your clit that much easier, that much more pleasurable. Your limbs shuddered and you had to breathe out a more vocal huff of air in exasperation, your lungs aching while your muscles tensed in delight from Lightâs direct tending to such newfound sensitivity.Â
You remained paused with your eyes shut firmly as you became accustomed to the bliss that he inflicted. Light, seeming to understand exactly what he was doing to you, was a bit more forgiving nowâcontinuing his ministrations even when you stopped, but not changing his pace or furthering the intensity enough for those feelings to grow, to bring you closer to any type of climax. It still made you moan though; still made your heart skip a beat and made your walls tighten around nothing.Â
Perhaps you had been successfully swindled into playing with fire because now your mind understood a simple formula; if you wanted more, you had to keep writing. Would he let you come if you wrote your entire name down?
Would you even feel the aftershocks of your release before you died?
The prospect of death hit your lust-fogged mind like a truck, and your eyes shot openâthat slowly building knot in your abdomen became a tightrope clenching out of fear rather than anticipation. This was a death note, and you were already on track to penning yourself down within it.Â
Light could sense your change in stature and returned his gaze to your face once again. His hand slowed, but it was as if he could detect your worry and didnât want to let you succumb to itâhe wanted to keep you within the cusp of pleasure, to keep you malleable and submissive to his desires, not whatever lies your mind was telling you. So he kept touching you.
âYou know that you canât stop now that youâve started, right?â He looked cocky, like he had you right where he wanted you. And it seemed that he did, because now with such confusion and so many conflicting feelings plaguing you, you werenât sure about thatâcould you back out now? Was the damage already done now that your first name was almost down entirely?
Your drying lips parted as if to ask, but you couldnât find your voice. Light let out a short, dry laugh and nodded his head, his face inches away from yours, like he fucking knew.
âMhm. You have to keep going, now. Youâd better hurry, too. You know that thereâs a time limit⊠donât you?â
Your lungs were burning and your hips squirmed as he traced his fingers around your core, swirling them within your copious wetness and gently prodding his fingers, hardly getting inside of you, yet you still writhed from the sensitivity of such a precise, close touch.Â
You shook your head deliriously in delayed response to his words and all Light did was nod his own head toward the book again. Suddenly you were reminded of the pen in your grasp which had now absorbed the growing heat from your palm; hot to the touch.Â
Noting that apparent time limit, you felt your heart thrumming as it raced and you started writing again. The pace of your fingers scraping the pen back and forth was a little quicker than before, yet you couldnât shake that lingering hesitance even while knowing that you really should have been rushing. Light hummed as he watched, nonchalantly pushing a finger inside of you as you progressed, which made a whiny sound catch in your throat, and made your back lift slightly off the bed.Â
Your arm trembled and your chicken scratch ceased again, but Light knew that he had you, because you hurried to carry on with haste once more, and he didnât bother to stop stroking inside of you anymore. He even slid in another finger following the last time he pulled out, the added thickness made your thighs attempt to close from the new nerve-tingling pleasure that it gave, even despite the way that his body between your legs kept you nice and open for him.Â
âPlease,â you bartered, voice muffled and representative of the state you were in; wholly weak. He grinned and kept going, his body solid in its place on top of you, forcing you to take it even as his skilled fingers overwhelmed you so deliciously. You wanted the end result nowâyou wanted to come, to feel that sweet release by his hand.Â
Light initiated this entire thing, he set his rules, and you knew that finishing wouldnât happen just like that, because it wasnât what he wanted.Â
âPlease what, Y/N? You already know what you have to do. Donât play stupid.âÂ
The little jab at the end hurt only a little bit, making your stomach drop, making you feel as stupid as he saidâbut his fingertips rubbed along and pressed into your sweet spot which made you whimper, and that feeling was all you could focus on now; remedying the sting of the insult with the soothing cradle of his fingers. Oh, how successfully he was able to distract you and change the path of your thoughts once again. You could hardly bring yourself to care about such blatant manipulation, because release was getting closer and closer, and that was all you wanted.
You couldnât even tell if the pen was pressing into the paper hard enough to leave any writing behind at all; your hand was hardly moving because your eyes remained shut in elation, and you chose to squeeze the pen in your fist as you coped with his touch, but Light just seemed content with the fact that you were resuming any transfer of penmanship at all. He was certainly rewarding you as he promised, keeping his fingers inside of you until his knuckles pushed into the plush of your pussy lips, and they rocked into you so good that you could almost feel that hard pressure in your stomach.Â
It was starting to become too muchâyou knew how close you were getting, but you didnât know if thatâs what Light wanted. He liked to be in control of most things in his life, and you were at the very top of that list.Â
âI-I canât, Iâm gonnaââÂ
A gasp-like mewl left you once you felt a hot, wet stroke against your clit at the same time that Light pushed rather hard against your g-spot, holding his fingers there and making you squirm. Your eyes shot open and you craned your neck off of the mattress to look down, watching as his lips closed around your clit and sucked it into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it and keeping his eyes on yours the entire time. Your entire body shuddered, it was so intense that you had to try and pull away, but he wasnât having it, using his free hand to pin your hip down and keep you still.
âLight,â you whined, a warning to him that he was pleasing you too well too quickly, you were about to come and you were hardly finished with writing down your first name.Â
His eye contact only became bolder, he didnât relent, if anything he was trying to get more out of you; intent on making you come now. He hadnât instructed you otherwise, so you felt safe enough to finally give inâwith a weak, raspy whimper you felt yourself release that buildup of desire, your vision turning into static behind closed lids as your body writhed and churned even while he kept you down, putting himself against you with more force. Your hips rocked into his mouth to ride out every last remnant of your orgasm until you felt no more, the only sound that you could hear was your own heavy breathing and Lightâs last few caresses against your audibly sopping wet pussy.
 Light moved off of you slowly, and you noted that his eyes were trained on the book rather than your body that now glistened with a light sheen of sweat. Before you could say anything to him (but even then, what could you say?), his eyes scanned over the page and your writing while he nonchalantly wiped your release off of his fingers, onto the material of your skirt.Â
You followed his line of sight and looked over your work, seeing how scribbled and disastrous it was. You had probably produced better writing back in kindergarten.Â
Now that your heat had finally been tended to, however; your arousal sated, you blinked a few times, then realized exactly what you were looking at: part of your name, written in the death note.Â
What about the time limit? Was your first name enough to make it work either way? Your heart began to race and so did your breathingâwere these the side effects of the incoming, inevitable heart attack?!
I suppose the cause wasnât suffocation after all, a fleeting voice said so sarcastically in the back of your head, making you grimace. You propped yourself up on your elbows in a panic and your eyes flew back to Light, who was still skimming over the page with a look of maintained scrutiny. He was so⊠calm. Were you not about to die? Did he not care?
âThatâs a good start,â he murmured, reaching out to trace his index finger (the one that wasnât just buried in you to the hilt) along the shaky lines that hardly resembled any of the alphabet.Â
âWhaââ You could only heave the word out since it felt like your heart was beating in your throat, though your body gradually relaxed as Light seemed completely neutral to the situation. The longer that he did nothing, the more time passed, and you realized that⊠you were still here.
When silence fell completely between both of you, Light looked over with such casualty that you felt like none of what just happened even did.Â
âIf we can get to your last name next time, too, maybe Iâll actually fuck you.â He slid off the bed as he spoke, his tone so normal as if he was just talking to you about the weather, making your jaw drop. He grabbed the book and closed it, walking over to the drawer and taking his sweet time ensuring that it was properly put away.Â
All you could do was lay there in silent disbelief, watching him with wide eyes while he acted like nothing even happened.
âIâm fine, then?â you asked, your voice firmer and a little louder than normal, more demanding for direct answers. Light glanced over at you and laughed coldly, standing up straight once the drawer was closed once again, his hands on his hips lazily.
âI like that youâre a little dumb, Y/N. It makes things like this more exciting, donât you think?âÂ
Before you could respond verballyâonly able to scoff for nowâLight turned to leave the room, murmuring a nearly inaudible âIâll get some waterâ before the door closed behind him. His muffled footsteps became more distant as he descended downstairs, isolating you to the top floor.
Helplessly flumping back against the bed, you stared at the ceiling, reliving everything that had just happened in a mental state that you imagined neurosis to feel like. Although, you didnât have to worry for long⊠you would get used to it. You understood that this was not going to be the first time something like this would happen, Light was truly only getting started with you.Â
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You Failed to Dom Ellie, Now....
a/n: THE AI VOICE WAS SLUTTYYYYYYY GIRL. also small blurb. sometimes i am horny sometimes i am soft. shoot me a req for either mood :3
content/warnings: 900 words, smut, top! reader (failed), top! ellie (success), use of a strap (ellie wears, reader receives), refers to it as ellie's cock lol, afab gn reader, one (1) spank, mention of cellulite if that bugs u idk bae its a beautiful natural thing
After months of having Ellie fuck you into the mattress, you try your hand at dominating her. Nervously, you clamber atop her, the anxiety quickly fading as you fall into a familiar rhythm of bodies grinding and hot breath across soft skin. The foreplay is confident and Ellie fleetingly believes that this might be a new dynamic you can explore together, but she changes her mind the second she notices the way you struggle to please yourself.
Your cocky grin disappears, replaced by a bit lip and eyes endearingly pinched shut in concentration as you slowly slide yourself up and down the silicone strap. You let out a gasp, trying to angle yourself in a way that properly fucks into you, but for the love of god, it's nothing compared to what Ellie can do to you.
Your girlfriend slips back into her usual role, grasping at your hips and purring patronizingly below you. Her fingers caress your skin, making you shiver and twitch. "Poor thing. Let me take care of you." You smack her hands away, letting out a noise that you wish sounded tougher than the pathetic whine released.
"No! No, I got it. Lemme do this..." You grumble, your hand coming onto her bare abdomen to stabilize yourself, hoping that maybe you can find the leverage to get this going. Unfortunately for you, you forget how unbelievably ripped she is. Lean, taut muscle clenches under your spread fingers when your light touch caresses her. The realization is enough to make you weak and your elbows give out. You pathetically collapse on her chest, panting, whining because you just know you'll get made fun of for this until you die.
Ellie chuckles condescendingly and pets your hair. You resist the urge to roll your eyes. "So how was that for you?" She jokes like she does every time you finish having sex, knowing it annoys you to no end.
"You're fucking mean," you grumble, hitting her shoulder.
Without warning, she harshly digs into your waist, the pads of her fingers leaving red ovals on your back that will become tender, plum bruises by sunrise. Ellie brings your body down onto her cock at the same time her hips slam into you, immediately finding your most sensitive spots. "If I was mean, I wouldn't do this for you, would I?" Her voice is sultry and deep, words rolling off her tongue like velvet, making you clench. Ellie plows through the resistance and chuckles at your reflexive reaction.
You try to backtalk her and defend yourself, fumbling over your words as the syllables and diphthongs melt together to become a garbled mess of pleasure. Ellie cackles, ramming faster into you as you admit defeat and bury your head into her shoulder.
"Nah...if- fuck- if I were mean, I would let you try to take care of yourself." She breathes heavily when the attachable base rubs deliciously against her puffy clit- you weren't the only one suffering from the lack of stimulation. She grunts, grinding into you and rolling her hips. She knows your body better than you do, like she has a map of your pleasure points ingrained in her mind. Her muscle memory forces out noises you didn't know were physically possible. "You don't know how fucking pathetic it was watching you. Nothing feels as good as me, huh?"
You can barely hear Ellie's dirty talk, the sudden intense pleasure making your ears ring and eyes cross, but you're brought back down to earth when she slaps your ass. She admires the reverb and cellulite on it as you whine. Perfect, she thinks.
"I think I asked you a question. You're not gonna try that again, are you?" She leans into you, face right against yours, and nips at your jawline. Hot breath fans against your ear and you shiver as she uses the low tone that drives you crazy. "Are ya, pretty?"
She slows down to hear your answer, the echoing slapping of skin gradually idling. "No," you sniffle, "I won't." Your body is completely limp against her, hands gripping Ellie's perky tits for dear life as you stare down at the way she bucks up into you. The dusky purple strap disappears into your pussy, pulling out with more milky strings every time. A bit of your cum is forming a ring around the base, and Ellie's pre soaks through the towel under her. You're both so incredibly turned on by each other, and releasing the tension is always animalistic and messy.
"And why won't you?"
You know that whatever answer you give won't satisfy Ellie, so you settle for lolling your head into the crook of her neck, kissing her clavicle.
"Answer me. You're so spacey today, focus." Another sharp slap on your ass wakes you up immediately.
"'cause you're better at it than me." Ellie grins, her tongue swiping out of her mouth to lick her lips. You see that she changed out her tongue piercing, and you make a mental note to try that out later.
It's when her eyes darken, flipping you over and pinning your hips down that you know what a bad mistake you've made in trying to dominate Ellie. It simply can't be done.
But at the end of the night, you wonder if you actually suck at topping, or if you just did it to have her pressing her tits into your back as she fucks you <3
and as a treat...
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đźins đf đŻhe âłanor Û° sjy
đardener!jake x đady!reader âč cw. set in 1880s, angst??, fluff, mentions of arrange marriage, love at first sight??, jake is down bad, sunghoon punches jay lol, heeseung mentioned grahh, theyre just rlly inlove idk, toxic family kinda, not proofread
sypnosis: Y/N L/N, a lively aristocrat, finds herself in love with Sim Jaeyun, the estate gardener. Their secret romance defies societal expectations, jeopardizing both their reputations and family honor as they navigate the treacherous waters and the consequences of cross-class affection.
or in short, wherein Sim Jaeyun finds himself longing for the infamous nobleman's daughter the longer he works for their estate.
notes, word count is like 5.7k haha, i wrote this for 3 nights, anyway i rlly loved writing this! if you like it to, please reblog~
The day you were welcomed to the world, your mother has always told you how your grandmother washed your face with water that had rose petals in the basin with it. She had said that doing so will grant the baby beauty.
You weren't sure if that moment had any connection on your adoration to roses now that you've grown to a fine young lady. Usually, a smile would be adorned on your face whilst you stood admiring the roses in one corner of the huge garden you and your grandmother had built over the years, if it weren't for the fact that the roses were wilting now.
Their usual bold red color has gone darker and its petals drier. You could revive them, obviously, but you didn't know how. Your grandmother died three days ago and throughout your life, she had taught you everything you needed to know in gardening.
Now it looks like she forgot to teach you one thing. She was always quite forgetful.
Two warm hands placed themselves on your shoulders.
"Do not fret, my darling. Your father has already secured the assistance of someone who will restore your roses to their former beauty." came the voice of your mother as she squeezed your shoulders reassuringly.
You stood unresponsive before turning to look at her.
"Thank you, mama."
"He shall arrive by noon tomorrow. Let us return to the manor; it is growing rather dark."
With that, you turned your back on the wilting roses and walked away. Atleast, by tomorrow, one of the two things you loved and lost will be brought back. Hopefully.
-
"You got a job with the L/N's? That's huge! What will you be doing there?" Sunghoon, a friend of Jake's questioned eagerly.
Jake patted his trousers, removing unwanted dust that had clung on to him whilst he prepared everything he needed.
"Well, just some gardening, of course. That's what I was told. That's what I do for a living." he answered briefly before putting his sling bag over his shoulder.
Sunghoon scrunched up his nose, "That sounds a bit dull, even though I've expected it, but good luck! I'll see you around!" he says as he pushes his friend by the shoulders and jogging away from him.
Jake huffed and began his journey to the L/N Manor.
The walk was rather peaceful, greeting acquaintances he meets along the way and helping some when he notices they need one.
Looking up the sky, Jake came to an abrupt stop before coming up in a sprint.
He said he was to arrive at noon, and noon was approaching much sooner than he planned. He supposes it was because of the constant helping hand he had lent towards the people he came across with.
He should really stop doing those at the wrong time.
-
"You are tardy, young man. You should consider yourself fortunate that only Lady Y/N is waiting. The Earl and Countess are presently engaged in their duties elsewhere." An elderly housemaid nags, tutting disapprovingly at the sweating young man infront of her.
"I'm terribly sorry, really am." Jake spoked in between pants, he saw the housemaid's glare soften before he was urged inside as the elderly woman led him towards the back of the manor.
Jake could only gape at the size of the house, oh what he would do to live in a house like this.
His mouth only widened at the sight of a large garden where he was now walking into, the elderly woman still leading him somewhere secluded.
He spun around but continued to walk, admiring the scenery infront of him. There were various of colorful flowers like tulips, pansies, marigolds, lilies.. everything. He could spot a greenhouse in one corner, a pond in another, a fountain in the middle, and a maiden standing over a bush of.. wilting roses.
Guess he found his job.
"Lady Y/N, the gardener has arrived. Should you require any assistance, please do not hesitate to summon me."
And with that, Jake was left alone with the Earl's only child and daughter.
"Pray excuse my tardiness, m'lady. I was detained by.. an unforeseen matter." he spoke softly.
Turning around, you were met with big brown eyes staring right back at you. If you had noticed the way they widened, you didn't mention it.
Eyeing him up and down, you studied his appearance. He was dressed in beige trousers and a white linen shirt with its sleeves folded up until his elbows, he wore a brown sling bag and a small black beret sat on top of his rather long black hair.
Father would've nagged him for that.
"M'lady?" his voice was rather attractive, you noted. It suited his face.
"Pardon me, I was under the impression that you would be somewhat older." you sent a small smile as he scratched his nape.
"Ah well-"
"Please don't misunderstand me! I am delighted to be speaking with someone of my own age... You are of similar age to myself, aren't you?"
Jake broke into a wide smile, biting his lower lip as he chuckled. The heavy load on his shoulders seemed to have been lifted. You weren't like those.. pardon him for saying, brats, that he had worked with from the past.
So far in his life, Jake has encountered two noble families (your family being the third), considered that he was the grandson of the greatest gardener in town.
The Baron's twin daughters spoke in this shrilly voice as they constantly nagged him for cutting the stems of their flowers when he had only wanted the plant to absorb more water properly. He had been sacked the same day.
Meanwhile the Viscount's daughter only flirted with him any chance she got and when he had rejected her politely and respectfully (he didn't want to lose his job and ruin someone's reputation, also because he wasn't intrested), she bawled and at the end, he was fired and was forever banned from their manor. Not like he's planning on coming back anyway.
So seeing you with pure kindness and innocence written all over you, gave him a bit of hope that you'd be better than the previous daughters he had dealt with.
"Yes, I am, m'lady. I am Sim Jaeyun. Please, do call me Jake." he bowed his head lightly before stepping forward, now standing side by side with the pretty maiden. He eyed the roses, some were dying, some were already dead.
"My grandmother passed away four days ago; though you may already be aware of this. She and I planted these roses together, but since her funeral, they have begun to wilt. I am at a loss as to how to restore their former beauty." you spoke softly, brows furrowing as you crouched down and caressed one rose that was still of color and beauty.
Looking up at the attractive boy, you sent him a genuine smile.
"I do hope you can assist me, Sim Jaeyun."
"Do not worry, my lady; it would be the last thing I'd do."
-
The next day, despite the usual bright sky being covered with dark rain clouds, Jake had a small smile on his face as he began his journey to the manor he'd be working in for the next following months.
Not only was he going to take care of the roses, but he was also offered the job of maintaining the garden's beauty, regardless of its heavy responsibility he did not think twice in accepting the offer, maybe it was the pay that made him accept or maybe it was the simple love he had for what he does.
Upon arriving at the manor, he was immediately led towards the garden by a different maid this time.
Jake skipped over towards the rose bushes and began to do his work. He had noticed that you were nowhere to be found, he had atleast expected to see you hanging around in the garden.
An hour has passed and he was now tending on the marigolds, admiring its beauty and sprinkling it with some water.
He felt a drop of water on his eyebrow, then another on his nose. It was starting to rain.
Jake didn't know why his first thought was to run to the greenhouse when he was much more closer to the manor's backdoor. He followed his gut, and now here he was, stuck in the greenhouse as the rain echoed inside.
"Mr. Sim?"
Turning around abruptly, he was met with your wide eyes staring back at him.
You were wearing a custom made dress in a shade of light blue, it fell down until your shoes weren't visible. Your hands were covered in dirt as you stood infront of the tomatoes.
"Lady Y/N! How delightful to see you!" he greeted with a smile before it fell as realization dawned to him.
He walked closer to you, his eyes scanning your form. Now that he was closer, he could see some stains of dirt littered on your neck down to your clothed torso.
"May I ask what brings you here?" he questioned, looking at the tomatoes on a basket before averting his gaze back to you.
"I was simply attending to the tomatoes. This is how I pass the time, as there is little to occupy me within the estate." your soft voice could kill millions, he thinks to himself. He takes a handkerchief from his trousers and held out his hand.
"Do you mind if I..?" you stared at his hand and shook your head, bringing your softer hands against his.
He began wiping away the dirt, trying his hardest not to look up and stare at your face. Jake knew that you were fairly beautiful, but he was already crossing the line of holding your hand and tending to you.
For goodness sake, you have your own personal maid who's job is to do this!
"I did not anticipate the rain today; I came here straight away upon finishing my breakfast." you had explained, looking up at the clear ceiling of the structure and watching the rain drops fall.
Jake dropped your now clean hands gently before walking towards his discarded bag on the ground. "Here, I have a coat in my bag. You may drape it over your head and return to the warmth of the estate. It will be far more comfortable there than it is out here."
"And what of yourself? You're not intending to remain out here, are you?" Jake gaped at you, his mouth opening and closing as he swallowed down the lump in his throat.
Having no response from the young man, you added, "I shall remain here with you until the rain lessens somewhat."
"But-"
"I insist."
So with that, the two of you stayed together sharing stories of your own experiences, sharing laughter, and slowly building a bond.
As the rain slowly calmed down, Jake had thrown his jacket over your head and led you out the greenhouse. His arms were still holding on to the jacket to keep it from slipping off whilst your head was practically shoved in his chest.
The sounds of your laughter were silenced with the pitter patter of the rain as you two ran back to the manor.
"Lady Y/N! I was searching for youâoh dear! We must get you cleaned up before your mother arrives and sees you in such a state. Come along, quickly!" your personal maid whines as she nearly rips you away from the gardener's arm, not sparing him a glance as she took the jacket off your head and on to the floor.
You spared him a glance over the shoulder of your maid, smiling and mouthing 'thank you.' Jake was quite sure that you've brought his heart with you as you walked away from him.
That day, you learned that Jake had a deep connection to nature and craftsmanship. He was undeniably refreshing compared to the suitors your mother would force you to spend time with. He was authentic, extremely kind, and he longed for a life defined by passion and purpose rather than societal expectations. Just like you did.
-
For the past few days, Jake had been visiting the manor to tend on the roses and everything else. Everytime he did, you'd be sitting somewhere far yet near enough to see what he's doing. He would never admit it, but everytime he woke up in the morning, all he'd ever think about is seeing you.
If you weren't in the greenhouse, you'd sometimes be under a tree and have a book with you, maybe a tea, or your white feline friend, and sometimes it was just you and your pretty face.
Occasionally you'd even approach him and crouch down beside him, just watching the way his hands work on your precious roses. Maybe even share hidden caresses of each others hands as you two worked together on some days.
Today was one of those days.
"Do you see what I have done?" Jake spoke, gesturing over the basket filled with dead roses and leaves. "I have removed the roses that were wilting, dying, and drying. These were afflicted with diseases that might spread and endanger the remaining roses."
"I have also removed some of the weeds growing around the bush, as they might be competing for the nutrients that should be going to the roses themselves."
He only received an understanding nod and a small smile in return. During these moments, he had to hide the shake in his hands, not because of fear. He was overwhelmed, you were too pretty to be true.
Pausing in his words, he stared at your face. Memorizing each feature.
Then suddenly, he found his fingers tucking a fallen strand of hair behind your ear. You merely stared back at him, letting him caress you.
He was developing a crush on someone he knows he shouldn't. He'd be banished not only of this job, but possibly his house too. He knows it's impossible for an Earl to do that, but he'd be able to financially ruin him and his grandfather that would cause them to leave their warm abode.
As much as he wanted to pursue you, he could not, and he (somewhat) already accepts that. So, he'd stand firm and do the job he's told to do.
"It appears that you two are finding much pleasure in each other's company."
You immediately stood up and dusted your dress to get rid of the dirt that had clung to it.
"Mama.. I was only-"
"Inside the manor, Y/N, we have guests coming, and your father is seeking your presence." she cooly said, her cold eyes staring straight at the gardener who was now also standing.
The girl simply nodded, sparing a quick glance at Jake before walking back to the manor.
"Your ladyship." Jake bowed his head before meeting the eyes of the tall woman.
"I trust you have not forgotten your duties. You are to attend solely to the flowers; becoming familiar with my daughter is not part of what my husband has entrusted you with, am I correct?" she raised an intimidating brow at him.
"You are absolutely correct, my lady. I assure you it will not happen again."
"I hope so, especially now that she is to be wed to the Duke's son. You are dismissed for today. Good day." and before he could even answer, the tall woman turned her back on him and walked away.
Jake felt his world come crashing down.
As he picked up his gardening tools he couldn't stop the tightening in his chest, he knew he had no right to feel this way. He was a gardener, you were an Earl's daughter.
You'd be better off with the son of a Duke. You won't gain anything from marrying a gardener, someone who cuts plants for a living and lives off of minimum wage.
Closing his eyes briefly, he exhaled and slapped himself in the chest in an attempt to get rid of its tightness.
As he said, he'd stand firm and do the job he's told to do.
And that is to tend to the roses, and not become familiar with the only daughter of the L/N's.
-
"What has you feeling so low?"
"God! I didn't expect to see you awake gramps." the sudden voice of his grandfather surprised him so much that he had accidentally slammed the door of their home so loud.
"And I'm not feeling low, merely fatigued, that's all." he added and dropped his bag on a stool before taking a bread from their kitchen.
His grandfather squinted his eyes at him before clearing his throat, he opened his newspaper before reading out loud.
"Lee Heeseung, son of the Duke, is reported to be betrothed to Y/N L/N, daughter of the Earl."
"Gramps, you should go to bed. You need to rest; why are you out here?"
His grandfather merely tutts, shaking his head and sighing. "Don't tell me you have become enamored with the daughter of an Earl?" his strained voice grumbled out.
Jake clicks his tongue and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I have not. What made you come up with that conclusion?" he asks, now looking at his grandfather.
"Don't look at me like that." he muttered.
"Like what, son?"
"Like you understand how I feel, as though you pity me." he replied, his eyes turning glassy.
His grandfather sighed, taking a sip of his coffee and gasping loudly after. "I would prefer not to have my grandson's head presented to me by the Earl one random morning. You ought to know better, Jaeyun."
Jake huffed in annoyance, chewing aggressively on his bread.
"I cannot help it! And it is not as though I could do anything about it. She is.. after all, to be wed soon." he spoke with his mouth full of bread.
"To a duke's son too.." he silently added before walking away and to his room.
The old man sighs, taking an old photograph he always kept on his chest pocket. He stared longingly at the girl in the picture who was smiling widely, a rose tucked on her ear.
Jake covered himself in his thin blanket, staring at the ceiling. There was no denying that he held affection towards you. You, who was a free spirit that was a stark contrast to the rigid expectations of the society and constraints he had experienced throughout his life. He had never met anyone like youâcurious, admiration towards anything, and your willingness to engage with him and his work.
You made him feel seen and valued, something he rarely feels in the society you both lived in. You didn't care about money, you weren't disgusted by him when he touched you, you didn't push him away.
He loved you dearly, yet it was nearly impossible to have you as his.
-
"Papa, I do not wish to marry just yet, I beg you!" you exclaimed as soon as the Duke and his son has left your estate.
Your father merely glared at you over his shoulder before completely facing you. "You will marry! You should be grateful that they insisted on coming here rather than us having to go their estate!"
"Butâwhy? You and Mama promised you would grant me a few more years after my 18th before arranging my marriage!" you argued, nearly in tears.
From behind you, your mother's nose flared in rage.
"Do not think we are unaware of your growing relationship with the gardener! My God, what would people say?" you turned to her, your eyes wide in shock.
"Wha-"
"Everyone in this estate has been observing you both and has not failed to tell us when something prosperous happens between you both. You are marrying the Duke's son, and that is final." your father walks away, leaving you with tear stained eyes as you hear your mother's heels click as she too, walks away.
Ever since that day, Lee Heeseung has begun to make his presence known at L/N Manor by visiting frequently.
Jake still had to work, your mother insisted that he shouldn't be sacked for her own reasons. Although, Jake already knew that she only wanted to rub the reality that he wouldn't be picked over a Duke's son in his face.
Everyday he came over to do his duties on the garden, you'd still be there, but this time with a tall handsome man beside you with your arms linked with him.
You'd still be sat under the tree, but there would be a man beside you with his arm around your waist. He'd still see you in the greenhouse, but instead of gushing over the fruits you've planted recently to him, it would be towards Lee Heeseung now.
Despite all of that, he continued his work until the roses he was tending to were now healthy and beautiful again. His work was now done, he had no more reason to keep coming back on the estate's garden.
Today was his last day. Although the Earl disliked him a lot now, he was paid such high amount for his last paycheck.
Maybe this was their way on telling him to move on and never show his face to them again.
As he was bidding his farewell to the beautiful garden, he was startled by a voice calling out his name. The voice so soft and familiar, his heart beat increased immediately at the sound.
"My lady.. If they were to see me- if they were to witness you conversing with me.." he looked over your shoulder as he stuttered, his heart beating too fast for it to be healthy.
"Come along with me."
"But-"
"I order you." Jake's eyes widened before he nodded.
He followed you, looking over his shoulder in nervousness. He was glad to talk to you and be in your presence once more without the Duke's son beside you, despite the risk of being seen with you- he'd gladly take any consequences (not really) just so he could see you for maybe the last time ever.
You led him inside the greenhouse and when the door closed, you turned to face him. Your former stern face was now worried and in sorrow.
"In three days' time, they are to host my engagement ball with Lord Heeseung." Jake furrowed his brows, he didn't want to know any of this. He had hoped you ordered him to come with you to bid your farewell or throw him a hug.
"My lady, you are aware that it would be most unsuitable for you to extend an invitation to me." he whispered as if someone other than you would hear.
"I am aware, let me talk." he shut his mouth real quick.
"I have little affection for this marriage; I intend to escape on the day of my engagement party." Jake wanted to jump in the air and scream in joy when the words processed in his mind.
He held back and tilted his head, looking to his side. "I understand, my lady, but surely you recognize that it is impossible? With everyone in attendance at the party, there is no way..."
Your frustrated sigh made cut him off. He gulped, he could already see where this is leading, and he doesn't know whether he's up to it or not.
"That is where you come in," you say, stepping closer. "I beg for your help. I am sure.. you would like to, would you not?" his face softened as he felt the warmth of your hand upon his cheek.
He inhaled sharply, his hand coming on top of yours as he too stepped closer. "I do, trust me. However, do not expect success from me."
The nod you responded with filled him with warmth all over, and with his heart controlling him, he pressed his lips to yours. Your lips was what he expected it to feel, soft and warm against him as you both moved in sync. It was full of passion, love, and comfort.
Pulling away, he rested his forehead against yours, his hands now on your waist.
"In three days time." he whispered.
"I shall wait for you." and just like he did a while ago, you pressed your lips against his once again.
-
Sunghoon stared at his friend as if he had grew two more heads. He was crouched down on the ground with Samuel (their small pig) who was drinking his water on a steel bowl beside him.
Meanwhile, Jongseong rested his dirty hands on his hips, looking at Jake with an amused expression.
"Allow me to reiterate your words," Jongseong said with amusement. "You wish for us to assist you in arranging Lady Y/N's escape in two days' time? How amusing." He scoffed and laughed.
Jake groaned, kicking the grass on his feet. "Do not jest! I am incredibly serious." he furrowed his brows.
"You can not be serious. And then what? She escapes and we face imprisonment? Are you listening to yourself, Jaeyun?" Sunghoon finally spoke, standing up from his position.
âI assure you, I am quite earnest in this matter,â Jake said with a gentle, resolute tone, his voice betraying his weariness at trying to persuade his friends. âI am relocating at her behest, and I would go to any lengths for her.â
He paused, casting a resigned glance at his friends. "Yesterday, we shared a kiss. Is that not sufficient evidence of my intent? Must I then demonstrate my affection before you in a more explicit manner?â
The three of them fell into a moment of silence. Sunghoon, visibly distressed, ran his fingers through his hair, while Jongseong, deep in thought, chewed his lip in quiet deliberation.
Sunghoon scratched his head aggressively before speaking. âDoesnât your grandfather have a secluded cabin tucked away somewhere? You could take her thereâno one would be able to find you.â
Jake looked up, his eyes lightening up before shaking his head.
âYes, he does, but getting there requires a thirty-minute boat ride. Unfortunately, we no longer have a boat, which is why gramps no longer insists we live there.â he responded, obviously crestfallen.
Sunghoon looked down, muttering a small 'oh.'
Jongseong looked at both his companions, inhaling and looked at Jake straight in the eye. âActually.. my late father had a boat. Mother no longer values it, so you could make use of it.â
Jake smiled widely, thanking both of his friends. Now all he had to do was tell his grandfather.. and make sure your escape would be successful.
To say that he was nervous was an understatement, he knew that the moment he utters the words "help" and "escape" his grandfather would deny immediately.
So here he was, eating supper across his grandfather who looked like he was getting chased down by a bear with how fast he was devouring his food.
"Whacha staring at for kid? Eat." the old man grumbled, pointing at his untouched plate.
Jake cleared his throat, âGramps, the cabin you haveâwould it still be livable?â
His grandfather looked up from his plate, raising a brow. "'Course it is, I expect so. Left that ruddy cabin clean before I had to move here to take care of 'ya." the younger merely nodded.
The old man leaned back on his chair, exhaling. "What are you planning on, Jaeyun?" he asked, squinting his eyes at him.
"Lady Y/N requires my assistance in.. escaping her engagement ball in two days' time." Jake whispered, playing with the soup infront of him. He shut his eyes, ready for a lecture when he heard the seat of his grandfather moan against the floorboard.
Jake sighed in defeat. Even though he would have Jongseong's father's boat, he would not have the key to the cabin. It's not like he could keep the lady cold outside or in a middle of a river.
Before he could stand up and retreat to his room to come up with a new plan, his grandfather dragged a chair beside his and sat down. The older man's wrinkle filled hands dropped a key and an old photograph on the table.
âI admire your bravery, son. Had I been less cowardly, I would have done exactly as you have in the past.â he looked at his grandfather, who merely gestured towards the photograph.
Jake's nimble fingers took the old and worn out paper, staring directly at a woman who had a rose tucked in her ear. She looked oddly like the woman who has his heart in her hand, he thinks.
"That is Adelaide L/N. Lady Y/N's late grandmother." his grandfather whispered longingly, smiling slightly at the sight.
âWhat we had⊠was something society would not view in a favorable light. Thus, I let her go, despite her pleas for me to take her far away so we could live the life we desired together.â His grandfather sighed deeply. âI was overwhelmed by fear of scandal, and it overshadowed my love for her.â
"Gramps.."
âSo, I will not tell you to stop. But I will urge you to be cautious. I have told you once, and I tell you again: I do not wish to receive my grandsonâs head on a platter,â the old man said sternly, then patted his grandsonâs shoulder and gave him a firm side hug.
Smiling gratefully at his grandfather, he leaned on to his side as he looked at the photograph still before taking the key.
Now all he had to do was take you away.
-
The day has finally come and so far it was going pleasantly, for your parents atleast. Everyone in the ballroom was dressed beautifully, congratulating you and Heeseung for your engagement. They were all convinced that you both were inlove, which was far from the truth.
You had been at it for hours, greeting guests and dancing. You had started to lose hope, maybe Jake realized that what you asked for was incredibly stupid and risky.
Just as you had fully lost all your hope, a sudden shout from outside took everyone's attention. It continued until everyone was now crowding over the entrance of the venue.
You gulped, it was now or never.
"Excuse me." you had tried to pry Heeseung's arm away from you, but he held on to you tightly. With furrowed brows, he looked down on you. "Where are you going? It is dangerous to go wandering around alone."
"I truly only wish to retire to the powder room."
"If you insist. Please, be careful." you only nodded as he finally let you go. You practically rushed to the comfort room, gathering your dress in your hands so that you would not trip.
Yesterday, you received a letter from Jake. Explaining what he had planned for today. You could nearly recite the whole letter if someone would ask you to for the many times you've reread the letter.
Dear Y/N,
Everything is set. I will not disclose in this letter what I have planned entirely in case this letter falls on the wrong hands. On the day of your engagement ball, my friends will create a disturbance outside the venue to draw attention away from you so that you could flee without anyone's watchful eyes. I understand your concerns, but please know I did not coerce them into this; they insisted, saying it was something they had long wished to do. Should this distraction fail, simply excuse yourself to the powder room, but enter the men's; there is a large window there through which I will be waiting. Once you are out, we will escape together to a place where no one will find us.
I know it is not yet appropriate to express such sentiments, but I must tell you in advance. If all fails, remember that my love for you is unwavering, I would give up my life for you if I had to. I am deeply grateful for your trust.
Yours forever,
SJY
Entering the menâs powder room, you felt a sense of relief when you found it empty; any unwanted company would have made the situation quite awkward.
Just as he said in the letter, there was a huge window and through it, you could see Jake who's worried eyes widened at the sight of you. You rushed towards the pane of glass, unlocking it and sliding it up.
Jake helped you climb over the window, and once your feet touched the ground the door of the powder room burst open. There stood Lee Heeseung, his brows furrowed as he looked between you and Jake.
Grabbing Jake's hand, you made a run for it as you both ignored Heeseung scream for you to come back.
You both continued to run, repeatedly tripping and looking over your shoulders every few seconds. The grip you had on each other was tight, no intentions on letting go.
Finally, you reached a huge lake and a figure waved you both over. âItâs all set up. You two should hurry; Sunghoon just got escorted out. The fool actually punched me in the face,â said the taller man, gesturing towards the boat and indicating his eye, which was beginning to swell with a bruise.
Jake nodded, patting the unfamiliar man's shoulder before guiding you to sit on the boat. He boarded with you and pushed the boat away with a canoe. Before the boat could go far, Jake spoke.
âThank you so much, Jongseong, really. Please tell Sunghoon that I owe him my life!â he shouted, which earned a stern glare from Jongseong.
He merely sent a thumbs up at his friend and a salute to you before running away to avoid getting you two caught.
Jake now faced you, a smile on his face.
âI scarcely believed you would truly follow through.â you whispered, bringing your knees closer to your chest. The boy across you chuckled, biting his lip, overwhelmed with nerves and joy.
âI told you, I would do anything for you. Even if its the last thing Iâd ever do."
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the ask was for a sanzu x fem reader nsfw and theyâre both getting high together in the car and they do the thing where they bloke smoke in each otherâs most and one things leads to another. But I thought it would be funny of on the middle of their sesh, ran calls and idk you could decide if he answers or not. Lol
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Ăž contents: smoking, smut, possessiveness, fluff, takeomi slander ish bc i hate the mf, friends to lovers, mutual oblivious pining, akashi brothers' mentioned beefing
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Ăž notes: is it even a sanzu fic if i dont include some sort of tension and psychological explanation to do with the neglect he faced from Takeomi? no? ok anyway...
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The sun sets over the streets of Tokyo when you park the car in the garage of the Akashi household, having dropped Haru off at home since youâre now his designated driver because his license got suspended for reckless driving.
âWeâre here.â The car shuts off when you turn the key, both hands resting on the wheel like the professional, respectable driver you are. âNow get out of my car.â
Sanzu groans from the backseat, laying flat on his back, hand splayed over his forehead, the cold heat from his hands doing wonders to soothe his burning headache.Â
âOi.â Over your shoulder, you peek at him, fighting the urge to poke him awake. âI said weâre here.â
âI know.â
â SoâŠget out?â
âI donât wanna.â
âYou donâtââ You bite your words, stopping yourself to give yourself time to take a deep breath, soothing your bubbling frustration before it erupts. âYou donât want to enter your own house?â
He raises a long, slender finger, pointing insistently out the window. You follow his gaze to the back corner of the garage, Takeomiâs bike perched on its stand.Â
âOhhh,â you realise, unbuckling your seatbelt to turn and face him fully. âWell..you canât avoid him forever.â
He removes his hand from his forehead, eyebrows knitted, forehead creased as he glares at you. âWatch me.â
âIâm serious, Haru.â
âSo am I.â Heâs sitting up, face stern and serious, you swear his green eyes practically glow in the dark as they catch the edge of the yellow tint garage light.Â
When it comes to Takeomi, Haruchiyo mainly plans on avoiding him at all costs, dodging him around the house, wearing headphones at full volume just to drown out the sound of his brotherâs voice, not coming back home for days on end, rather spending the night at yours or Mikeyâs house.
Heâs developed different coping mechanisms : talking to Mikey is a big help, though Mikey isnât one for therapeutic advice, heâs still willing to lend a helping ear and listen to Haruchiyo rant on and on. Itâs not much help though, only hearing responses like â hm â , â oh â, and âahâ, maybe if Mikey has a little energy left in him, heâd nod occasionally, but thatâs about as much help as youâd get.Â
His second coping mechanism is you, someone heâd befriended a couple months back and kept you by his side secretly ever since, using you as a personal chauffeur and a therapist, but more importantly a best friend. Someone whoâd be there for him without judging him and his dirty secrets; someone who likes to be around him not because theyâre scared or intimidated, but because they enjoy his presence.Â
He cannot be in the right state of mind when talking to his brother, not wanting to remember their interactions in the morning, so he relies on getting stoned or drunk to wipe his memory. Itâs a potentially dangerous mechanism, but Sanzu enjoys the adrealine rush of trying something new, enjoys the out of body experiences, the fuzzy feelings, the wild imaginations and visions that make his world look colourful rather than monochromatic.Â
âHaru.â You call his name with that sweet voice of yours, one that makes his heart warm. âYou can talk to me about anything, okay? Iâm always gonna be here for you.âÂ
Heâs looking down at his lap, mouth twisted in a way he always does when heâs deep in thought. You canât help but wonder just whatâs going through that brain of his, knowing fully that up there is a mess of unorganised feelings and emotions heâd never been able to fully process.
âHaru. Is everything okaââ
âYou know what I want?â He cuts you off, changing topics with a bright smile.Â
His decision to switch topics isnât something that offends you, knowing that he takes time to fully open up and youâre willing to wait as long as he needs. âWhat do you want, Haru?â
âI want weed.â
âThereâs no weed, wait. What are you doinââ He moves quickly, his lean body brushing past yours, balancing a hand on your lap for leverage as he reaches inside the glove compartment pulling out his stash. âWhat the hell! You stashed your crap in my car?!â
âOf course I did.â He cackles at the dumbfounded look on your face, moving to the backseat. âWhere else would I put it?â
âUhâI donât know? Your room? Anywhere but my damn car! I got pulled over the other day. What if I had gotten caught and they searched my car?â
âDid you?â He shrugs half heartedly, opening the ziplock bag. Almost instantly the car smells of marijuana, your nose wrinkles as you try to process it.Â
âWell, noâŠbut thatâs not the point!â
âShhhh,â he shushes you, taking his time to roll his blunt, all the while youâre glaring at him. âStop pouting. You should be thanking me.â
âFor what?â
âThis.â He licks the joint to seal it, lifting it towards you like itâs his artistic masterpiece. The smile on his face screams child proud of their school project, diamond scars stretching cutely as his smile only widens. âItâs strong. Try it.â
âIt better be.â You snatch it from his hands, holding it between your teeth as you manouevr yourself to the backseat to seat beside him.Â
His chin is heavy on your shoulder as he watches you light it, wanting to be as close to you as possible not only to get a whiff of that perfume he loves that you practically drown yourself in, but to see your initial reaction to the weed.Â
The smoke burns your throat before you could fully inhale, coughing violently whilst pounding on your chest to ease it. Haruchiyo grabs water from the front, tossing it to your lap as you erupt in a series of coughs. âWhat is that?âÂ
âI dunno.â He eyes the joint between his two fingers, looking oddly fascinated by it. âI just heard it was strong.â
âNo shit.â It hurts when you talk, still feeling the ghost of smoke searing your oesphagus.Â
His spare hand hooks onto your legs, and you yelp as he swings them over on his lap, slender fingers rubbing up and down your thigh as he smokes. âYouâll get used to it.â
âI donât wanna.â You shift upwards on the seats, sitting on his lap, wrapping an arm around his shoulders to rest your forehead against the side of his face and shoulder. The scent of his cologne is overpowered by the marjiuana, but itâs still visible, dipping your face between his neckline and sighing. âThis one is too much.âÂ
âAre my eyes red?â His jaw moves when he speaks, and it tickles as his smooth skin brushes against your cheek.
It pains you to move from your current position, his warmth and scent are soothing to you, but you shift back, turning the car lights on to see better. The corners of his eyes are red, and heâs struggling to keep them fully open.Â
âYeah, they are.â The urge to brush his cheeks is tempting, and your fingers twitch and hesitate by your side.
âHey hey, wanna see somethinâ cool?â When you nod, he shifts upwards, his hand grabbing to hold onto your waist to ground you before you slip off his lap.Â
The sudden contact had you stiffening, blood roaring in your ears as his strong hand held your side. You watch him perform a trick, his diaphragm contracting as he inhales, lips pursed as he exhales, several rings of smoke following suit. Your brows raise in surprise, ready to praise him when he sucks it all back in with one huge breath, the rings dismantling in the air.Â
He turns back to look at you, chin high in the air, eyes tinted red gleaming as he grins at you, cheerful and animated. You canât help it, reaching out to cup his soft cheeks with one hand, tracing over the outline of his lips, the shape of his scars with your thumb.Â
Itâs like heâs frozen stiff as your fingers feel up his face, and he blinks at you as you look at him with those soft eyes of yours. âYouâre so cute, Haru.â
His eyes dilate; from the light in the car, or the strong weed you donât know, canât tell. What you can tell is that from his silence, his mind is running wild, thoughts bouncing across his brain from left to right, mirroring the way his eyes dart over your face, your lips, and the curve of your nose.
âSo are you.â The words spill out from his lips faster than the blush creeps onto his cheeks. He looks away, embarrassed, clearing his throat before smoking from the joint again. âI learnt it from Ran. That useless lazy fucker is sometimes helpful.â
âRan, huh?â Your fingers find themselves latched to the front strands of his hair tucked into a ponytail, twirling it on your fingertips. âHeâs the tall one, right?â
He chuckles, short and amused, voice muffled from the joint between his lips. âAll my friends are tall, ya know?â
âWell maybe if you let me around your friends, Iâd be able to identify them.â
âYouâll live without âem,â he says, blowing smoke in your face, snorting when you cough and swat the smoke away, then try to hit the side of his face, only for him to catch your hand in time. âYour reflexes suck ass.â
You struggle to shift your hand from his grip, frowning at him. âIâm not a ninja.â
âI can teach you to be one.âÂ
âYou a sensei, now?â
âIâm anything and everything. Like Batman.âÂ
He smiles when you laugh softly, the sound making him feel lightheaded, paired along with the weed flowing through his veins. âBatman is rich, though. Youâre not.â
âI can steal money, all is good.â His hand, warm and hot, slides under the hem of your shirt, leaving a searing trail behind his movements that burns into your skin. âIâll buy you anything once I get rich. Promise.â
Heâs been subtly leaning closer as he speaks the whole time, but you donât notice until his forehead brushes yours and youâre both staring at each other, daring the other to move closer. â Anything? â
Green eyes fall down to your lips, not even trying to look subtle. âAnything.â
Fuck, at this angle you look so pretty, staring down at him with those dreamy eyes of yours, looking at him like heâs the most precious thing in the world. He always feels like that around you, another reason why he loves getting high around you. It forces him to be vulnerable around you, letting the feelings heâs been shovelling down refsurface.
Though itâs risky, and thereâs nothing more he fears than rejection, heâs always been a risk taker. You make him feel good with your words, your presence, your voice, the silly moments you two share alone in his car, your room, his room.Â
Your lips are what he favours the most on your face, always glossy with whatever flavour lipbalm you wear that day, and he physically fights the urge to kiss them just to guess it. His eyes are drawn towards your lips like a magnet. The way you bite at them when youâre focused, chew on the skin when youâre nervous, lick them when theyâre dry, he notices, and wonders how soft they truly are.
âDoâŠdo you wanna kiss me?â Your question catches him off guard, brows knitting in confusion as he wonders if heâs been speaking his thoughts aloud this entire time, but in truth, heâs been making his intentions obvious as heâs been staring at nothing but your lips the entire time.
âHuh? Donât be weird.â He instantly facepalms himself mentally, fighting the urge to turn back time to take back his words, but itâs too late when your brows rise, lips parting slightly in surprise before looking down at your lap with a slight frown.
âOh, sorry. That was weird, wasnât it?â
âItâs fine.â His heart stings in his chest, he can feel it clenching painfully leaving nothing but a hollow feeling in the depths of his stomach when he realises youâre upset. âWhyâd you ask that anyway?â
Maybe he can shift the narrative, find out a way to spin the conversation back to kissing. He still has a chance. âHave you never kissed anyone before?â
âI have!â The pout is back on your face, but not from being sad; he can tell the difference, so he sighs in relief. But stillâŠthe way your lower lip juts out slightly has him fighting the urge to tug and bite at it. âIâm not a virgin, idiot.â
He doesnât bother trying to hide the surprise on his face, and you notice. âWhat? Itâs that hard to believe someone would fuck me? Am I that ugly or something?âÂ
The effects of the weed start kicking in, now you feel yourself getting emotional over nothing.
âI never even said anything.âÂ
âYou didnât need to. Iâm not stupid, Haru.â
He flexes his jaw as he glares at you, trying to shovel his anger down. The argument is pointless, so he stays silent, bringing the blunt back to his lips. He inhales it for longer this time, and it canât possibly be healthy for his lungs, but he doesnât care.
âWhat time is it?â you ask, and his hand squeezes your waist tighter, stopping you from squirming from his lap.
âWhy do you need the time?â
âBecause I gotta get going at seven.â
â...why ?â
âBecauseâŠâ you chirp, shifting to face him with a huge smile on your face, âIâve got a date.âÂ
When you bite down on your lip, he canât even be bothered to look down at it, or notice it. Itâs silent in the car as you wait for Haru to be your best friend/wingman that hypes you, ask you for his name, height, age, job, personality, whatever. But heâs silent, face unreadable, and the tension in the car rises thick when he continues to stay silent; your excitement fades along with your smile.
He knows heâs been silent for too long, now everything is awkward, but he canât find the right words to say. Congratulations? Itâs just a date, what do you expect him to do? Find you wedding rings?Â
His brain isnât co-operating either, not in the right state of mind to process his words like a filter, so he says nothing before he says something heâll regret.
â...Anyway,â you have to choke your words out, refusing to show your slight embarrassment, âhurry up and get high, so I can leave and get laid.â
âI am high.â
ïżœïżœThen I can leave.â
âNo, you canât.â He glares back when you glare at him, but he canât find it in himself to control himself any longer. Maybe it was a bad idea to get high in a confided space with you, on his lap, with your face so close to his.Â
âWhy canât I?â
â...âcause heâs a loser, and you donât wanna get laid by a loser.â
You snort. âHeâs the only loser available, so maybe I do want to.â
âWhat ifâŠthereâs another loser available?â He goes stiff and still when your eyes flick up to his face, looking concentrated at him eye to eye as if you were trying to decipher his words. âMe. Iâm the loser.â
âYou?â He simply nods and you do the opposite and shake your head. âYouâre not a loser.â
âYeah, I am.â You shift on his lap when he shrugs, leaning his head back against the headrest, and you watch as smoke leaves his lips as he exhales.Â
His senses are intensified with the drugs, your fingers tickling their way up his shoulders, along his neck, to behind his head, lacing them between his soft hair. Leaning down, you hold his face in your hands and kiss him.
The moment your lips touch his, he feels like the world paused, and heâs dying to find whoever has control over the remote of his life so they could press play and he could embrace you like he deserves. Or, maybe heâs dying, and whoever is up there allows him to imagine just one night with you before he fades into nothing.
Itâs real, all real. The tender slide of your lips against his are real, the sensation of his teeth sinking into your soft plump lips, biting, and nibbling at it is real, the gentle moans he eagerly draws from your lips when his tongue swipes against yours, wet, messy and sloppy is real.Â
âFuckââ you whisper along the swell of his lips, pulling away to examine his face.
He looks gone, shallow half-lidded eyes looking up at you with blown wide pupils, mouth half open as if heâs forgotten how to close it.Â
âHaru, you there?â Your knuckle traces along the side of his face, stopping under his chin, lifting it to look up at you.
âYeah yeah, âm here.âÂ
Your giggle echoes in his ears, and heâs never been harder in his life, cock pressing uncomfortably tight against his pants. âGood, because you look wasted right now.â
âJust, fuckâ stop talkinâ. Câmere.â He pulls you down for a kiss with a hand at the back of your head, sloppily working his mouth against yours. He tastes like weed, the smell strong but it doesnât stop you from licking into his mouth, desperate to drive the strong taste away and replace it.Â
Big, strong hands wander the length of your back, slipping under your shirt, cold hands hugging you tight, tight to his body that you canât help but arch into him.
A sound that comes from the inside of the house has you pulling away, turning to face the window, and he trails his lips down the length of your neck. His nose pokes into the flesh of your neck as he sucks deep, red hickeys onto the plane of your neck, breathing heavily as he savours the feeling of your soft feeling of your skin.Â
He could get used to this; the weed makes him feel like your skin is ten times softer, or maybe thatâs how it generally feels and youâre just perfect, so soft everywhere.Â
âTakâtake this off.â The words are lost to your neck as he sucks along the column of your throat, rogue hands wandering along your chest, up your shirt, kneading your tits through your bra.
âOkay, okay, wait ââ When you pull backwards, he follows, leaning up from the seat, lips attached to your neck by the hip. âHaru. If you want to see me naked, youâre gonna have to let me remove my clothes.â
âJustâŠwait a minâ longerâŠâ He sucks harder, and you shudder as shivers race down your body at the feeling of his teeth nibbling at the sensitive part of your neck. When heâs satisfied, he pulls away, admiring his handiwork. âYou look so sexy like this, fuck.â Heâs tugging your shirt off, throwing it behind you, uncaring of where it lands.Â
Warm hands roam your stomach, your sides, sliding up further to wrap around your throat. âSo beautiful ân sexy, just for me.â
âYou already said sexy.â He hums absentmindedly, obviously not paying attention if the way heâs squeezing the fat of your breasts were any indication.Â
âYouâre sexy times two.â He grins up at you before pulling your bra cup down, and you inhale sharply when it brushes down your nipple. âNo, no actually. Times infinity.â
You flush hot at his words, especially when his lips brush against your ears, biting down against the shell. Heâs sweating from the heat in the car plus the heat from both your panting bodies.Â
âDonât you think we shouldâah fuckââ He tugs you upwards on his lap, your clothed cunt grinding against his hard cock, hands curling into fists behind his neck.Â
âWe should what?â His musical chuckle vibrates along your ear, sending cold shivers down your spine, forcing you to arch to chase the feeling away. You squeal when he bites down along your ear once more, smirkingpleasantly at the soft, squishy press of your tits against his chest.
âWe should go to your room. I mean thereâs not much room in here.â Your neck aches from the angle youâre sitting at, neck bent at an awkward angle to avoid hitting the roof of the car.Â
Thereâs not enough space in this crammed car to fit yourself comfortably. Haru, on the other hand, is more than comfortable, seated on the seats like a king thatâs blessed the majestic view of your half naked body atop of his.Â
âI got an idea,â he says, not giving you a moment to wonder what heâs thinking before heâs lifting you from his lap, plopping you onto the seats. Your forearm darts quickly to cover your chest when he pops the car door open, lips pressed together tightly as he walks to the front seat, yanks the door open without a care and readjusts the seats back, pushing it till thereâs enough room between the wheel. âThis space big enough for ya?â
You tilt your head past the seat, surveying the space with a keen eye. Thereâs enough room for you to kneel down and take his cock in your mouth without a fuss or a struggle. A bed sounds nicer though, the thought of sinking into his soft mattress as he fucks you crosses your mind, but itâs overpowered when you remember his siblings are home and youâd rather die than let them hear you.
âSeems good,â you shrug, sliding quickly out the car; the cold air from the garage AC hits you smack in the chest, hardening your nipples momentarily.Â
âAh, ah wait.â Haru pulls you back before you could climb on top of him. The cute way your tilt your head at him, confused, makes his heart do a triple beat for a moment. âI wanna try somethinâ.â
âOkayâŠâÂ
Itâs stressful the way heâs manouevring you along the seat, pressing your back into the front seat as he shifts to kneel between your legs. âHold your legs up for me.â
You swallow hard, unable to taste your saliva with how fast your nerves are racing. Doing as he said, you bring your hands under your thighs, holding them up as he tugs your pants down, struggling to get them past your bent knees, glaring at you when you choke on your laugh, muttering out a quick apology.Â
âDonât apologise now. Youâll be begginâ for it later, trust me.â
His confidence is over the roof right now, evident in his strong posture, shoulders back as he leans forward, swiping a finger along your folds with ease.Â
âYouâre really wet.â Your slick catches on the tip of his finger, and you want to hide your face between your hands when his pink tongue darts out to lick at it.Â
âCould you maybe not do that? Itâs awkwardâŠâ
He hums when he looks at you; now itâs his turn to tilt his head at you. âHow else am I supposed to eat you out then?â His hands press themselves between yours under your thighs, and your back aches from almost sliding down the seat in this awkward position. âYou want me to skip the prep? Fuck you into the seat right now?â
âI meanââ It sounds like a good idea, but then you remember the length and thickness of his cock through his pants and swallow excessively. âPrep please.â
He smiles at you, the car light reflecting off the side of his face as he dips his face closer, digging his fingers into the swell of your thighs, nose pressed against your folds and sniffs so hard itâs like a vacuum, your clit tingles with the need to have his tongue in you.Â
âThis gonna sound so weird, but I really donât give a fuck butâŠâ he moans as he licks along your slit, a long, wet stripe from the bottom to the top, âyou taste so good, fuckââ
âHaru stopâŠâ He seals his lips around your clit, fingernails digging into your thighs as he sucks hard, numbing your clit with the continous flicks of his tongue moving at rapid speed. âOh my goââ
Your hands fight the urge to fly to his hair, pull him closer to grind his nose against your stubborn clit, but you remember his instructions, to keep your hands on your thighs, keep you spread open for him.Â
Heâs devouring your pussy like a starved individual, flicking his tongue rapidly, slurping the wetness that drips from your puffy folds. You try to close your legs, try to squirm away from the ticklish feeling of his wet tongue trying to squeeze its way through your cunt, but itâs intoxicating, and overwhelming, especially when his finger tickles against your hole.
Itâs fascinating watching it go in and out, and Haru dreads pulling his mouth away from your cunt but he needs to watch your face as his finger slides knuckle deep inside you. His bloodshot eyes twinkle as he watches your slick coat the length of his finger, translucent liquid dripping down his knuckles to the seat.Â
âYou always get this wet?â
âI donât knowâŠâ Itâs not often you finger yourself, so the experience is first hand. Youâre also partially amazed that your body managed to produce this much slick from a single finger. âWait, wait, right there. That feels so goodââ
âHere?â His finger curls inside you, itching the side of that spongy spot.Â
âNo, noânot there, waitââ Your hips shift to the side a little, then itâs like something switches inside you, hands shaking against your thighs as he spreads you out with a second finger, applying pressure to that spot that has your moans increasing in pitch.Â
His cock twitches with the need to replace his fingers, sink himself deep inside you, watch your eyes cross as you melt in pleasure. He leans forward, slurping, sucking along the sensitive hood of your clit.
Your body feels numb, voice coming out as breathy pants as you tilt your head back to hit the headrest, giving into the warm, fuzzy feeling deep inside your abdomdem as he fingers you to your climax.Â
He knows that you're close when your walls cling and squeeze his fingers tight, barely giving him enough room to move them. His own tongue slithers through your folds, lapping up the leftover slick. The taste of you is better than heâd expected, and he thinks he could live between your legs for the rest of his life.Â
Thereâs a swell of pride swirling through his chest when he feels you lose yourself on his fingers and tongue, your teeth pressing into your bottom lip painfully as you jolt and sit up from the effects of your orgasm. Your hands forget holding your thighs up, gripping onto his hair tied up loosely in a ponytail and tug him forward, craving the warmth of his mouth sealed around your clit as your world comes tumbling down.
It takes a couple moments for you to get yourself together, still holding painfully onto his hair before letting go. He presses ticklish kisses along your thighs, licking at the wetness spread along them.Â
âThat wasââ You swallow, trying to find the words since your brain isnât co-operating. âThat was so good.â
You look all cute when flustered, face heated and flushed, your pretty lips left open as you pant heavily, desperately trying to catch your breath.Â
âThink I found my new addiction.â He grins up at you, big hands squeezing the fat of your thighs as he kneels up between your legs, wrapping them around his waist and leans in for a kiss.
Your hands cup his cheeks, holding him close to you as he licks into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself on his tongue, giving you a moment to gather your nerves because youâre going to need it.Â
âIâm ready,â you mumble into his mouth, feeling the shiver that races down his spine.
âBet, okay. Hold on.â He draws back, big hands spreading your thighs apart.
You look at him through your lashes as he sheds his shirt, tossing it behind you. His body is lean, capacious, abs faint but visible and your mouth waters, hand flying out to run down his stomach. Your touch is so light, his muscles flinching away from the ticklish feeling. Everything you do to him makes him feel so good.Â
He grips both your hands, pinning them above the headrest. âKeep âem there,â he says, unbuckling his belt, sliding his pants down to his knees. He grabs a condom from his back pocket, ignoring your humourless stare.
âYou planned this?â You gesture at the condoms with your head.Â
âBetter be safe than sorry.â He bites the end of the wrapper, pulling the condom out, rolling it slowly down his shaft.Â
Your eyeroll is cut short when the tip of his cock angles itself at your entrance. He can see the way youâre dripping, the slick smeared along your thighs.Â
Warmth engulfs the head of his cock as he slowly pushes it in you, and he hisses, biting his lip to stop himself from thinking how good you feel, how tight youâre going to squeeze his cock, how heâs going to cum inside youâ
Youâre panting, the tip of his cock stretching you out, almost screaming when it pushes past, the thick head making you dizzy it carves a path inside you. âAh, Haru thatââ He pushes deeper, and his eyes roll back when you clench around him.
Haru swears, gripping onto the base of his cock, squeezing it to stop himself from cumming too quickly, pushing through the urge to shove the rest of his length inside you. He stills halfway, needing to take a moment to compose himself, his mind fuzzy and warm, and he feels lightheaded.Â
He has to close his eyes, knowing if he looks down, seeing his cock between your legs, halfway inside you, heâd cum in an instant.Â
âItâs okay, you donât have to waitâI can take it,â you pant, hips desperately trying to rut forward. âPleaseâŠâ
He takes a moment to swallow, groaning lowly, as he pushes the rest of his cock inside you, trying to ignore the tight suction of your walls. The moment he bottoms out, heâs falling forward, dipping his face between your neck and shoulder and moans, the sound desperate and needy, causing your pussy to clench and quiver around him.
You wrap your legs around his waist, arms wrapping around his head as you hold him closely, enjoying the feeling of his breath tickling your shoulders. âYou okay?âÂ
Itâs funny how youâre asking him this instead of the other way round, and a part of you feels pride in the fact you could make someone this desperate and needy without effort.Â
âIâm goodâŠitâs justâŠfuck , youâre so tight.â He forces himself to inhale deeply, eyes squeezing shut painfully to compose himself. He shivers at the feeling of your nails raking up and down his hair, scratching at his scalp addictvely. âYouâre good though, right? It doesnât hurt?â
You shake your head, smiling softly at him. âNah. The seats a little uncomfortable butâŠthatâs about it. You can move, Haru.â
âItâs uncomfy? OhâŠâ You almost want to cry when he pulls out, but heâs lifting you from the seat, switching your positions, slotting you back down on his lap.Â
âYou want me to ride you?â
He nods, biting his lip when you grab onto his cock, seating yourself down on his cock.Â
âOh my godââ You feel so full, his thick cock stretches your walls, whimpering beside his ear when he rolls his hips sensually, pressing his cock deeper inside you.Â
â Holy shit , youâre so tight.â Your pussy drives him into a frenzy, eyes threatening to roll back at the way your cunt squeezes him so tight, clinging to every inch of him.Â
He swears, voice low, sounding wrecked as you begin riding him a little faster, slowly lifting your hips up and down. The obscene squelch of your pussy grasping pathetically around his thick shaft has him biting his lip so hard he might draw blood.Â
â Haru.â You wail his name, collapsing onto his chest, shuddering when his hands, rough and warm, grab onto your hips to slow your pace down.Â
âYeah?â His voice is quiet, like a whisper, so he clears his throat and tries again. âYeah? Whatâs wrong?â
âLemme moveââ You trail your lips down his neck in an attempt to soften him, waiting for him to let go of you so you can move faster. Thereâs a nudging spot inside you, an itch that needs to be scratched. Your attempt to move is shut down again, frustration building up and up the longer you feel his cock twitch inside you. âHaru pleaseâŠâ
âIf I let go, you gotta promise to take it slow.â
âBut I wanna make you feel good.â You whisper along his lips, tugging at it with your teeth. He groans into your mouth, and shifts for a moment, his cock follows suit, twitching desperately for some friction. âWait, do that again.â
âThis?â He rolls his hips upwards, rolls your hips backwards and forwards, and you drip a little wetter down his leg, wetting his thighs.Â
âYes. Do it again.âÂ
He starts a steady pace, steady enough for you to feel the way heâs deliberately aiming at that spot in you that makes you squirm around.Â
âIâm so close.â He says beside your ear, his voice lingering in your head, clouded by the feeling of his hands roaming your back, scratching at it with every bounce you give him.Â
âMeâŠme too.âÂ
Heâs tense, gritting his teeth when you clench around him. You shift backwards, unslinking your hands from around his neck to grab at his knees, using them as leverage to support yourself as you roll your hips in circles.
He can feel the energy buzzing between you both, can feel the tingling sensation on the edge of his fingertips, the drugs running through his veins has the regular feeling of sex intensifieid, and he swears he can feel every inch of you.Â
Everything is so hot right now, the temperature in the car, the feel of your hands braced against his knees, the way your nails dig into the bone, the way your tits bounce in his face as you fuck yourself on his cock.Â
You clench when you cum, and he leans forward suddenly, grabbing your hips to lift you up, slamming you back down with a loud moan, hips jerking as he cums inside you.Â
Youâre shaking, trembling at the feeling of his cum spurting inside you, the wet sensation is ticklish, cold shivers running down your spine.Â
âYou feel so fuckinâ good,â he mumbles again, holding you down to feel your greedy walls sucking him in further. âHoly fuck, I could stay here forever.â
âI need a shower.â You say once you come back to your senses, groaning softly when you lift yourself up and off his cock, the wet squelch following after echoes throughout the car.Â
âThatâs so hot.â He mutters, eyes wide with fascincation as he reaches out to thumb at your clit, enjoying the way you shiver and let out a soft moan as he rubs it in circles. âHoly shit thatâs so hot. Youâre so hot.â
âI knoââ Itâs distracting when you can feel his cum dripping out from you slowly making you lose your train of thought , the drip of it is anticipating until it forms a small pool between both of your bodies. âI know.â
âYou hesitated.âÂ
âI didnât.â
He removes his thumb, wiping the wetness from it along his tongue, tasting you, and you feel your face flush at the action, burning hot when looks up at you, the corners of his mouth dragging up slowly. âYou did.â
âShut up.âÂ
Sanzuâs reaching towards the backseat for his stash, and you laugh at how his arm barely reaches it, flailing it uselessly around the air.Â
âYouâre not gonna reach it, Haru.â
âWatch me.â
He grunts and groans like heâs lifting heavy bricks, and you start to take pity on him. âDude, just give up.â
âNo.â
 If thereâs one thing about Sanzu itâs that heâs determined, but not in the way you think. Itâs more the stubborn version, always trying to do the impossible, ignoring you when you tell him itâs not possible, then sulks when he fails.Â
He clicks his tongue, shifting you down on his lap so he has more room and this time successfully grabs at it. âTold you. Always hatinâ on me.â
You giggle, faint and shrill, leaning forward to rest your head against his shoulder, watching him dug through the contents of the bag, his slender, skilled fingers professionally rolling another blunt.Â
Itâs silent in the car again, you two both bask in each otherâs presence. Both of you refusing to discuss what happened earlier, not sure if those sudden feelings you felt were because of the weed or if thereâs something else deep inside, a false truth youâve refused to make terms with, or shoved them aside for another unknown reason unbeknownst to you.
Your head is racing with thoughts, pictures of Haru wondering where you suddenly felt these emotions towards him came from. The thought of sharing him with anyone else angers you, but it shouldnât because youâre both friends. The thought of him laying in a car with another girl on top of him angers you, makes you feel bitter and resentment towards this imaginary woman your brain fabricated inside your head.
Itâs like your body is working against you.Â
Stupid weed.Â
Haruâs gone for the second time today, and for the first time in what felt like ten minutesâin actuality it was only threeâyou look up at him. He looks like heâs falling asleep, those chubby cheeks of his so promising, so soft, you canât help but shift upwards, pressing soft kisses against them.
It should be weird to him that he doesnât question your sudden out of character movements, but then again you both did just have sex not longer than five minutes ago.Â
His phone rings at the backseat, pulling you away from his neck where you were sucking fresh purple hickeys onto and he groans when your ass brushes aginst his cock. Itâs been slightly hard the entire time, still not over his recent orgasm, but not strong enough to maintain itself to stand tall.Â
âWhatâre you doinâ?â You freeze as your hand hovers over his phone.Â
âYour phoneâs been ringing non-stop. Itâs irritating.â The caller ID is Ran, and part of you wants to answer it so you can know what he looks like. Itâs been nudging at your brain the entire time, trying to figure out which one of his friends is who, trying to put the pieces of the faceless group of boys together to solve the puzzle.Â
âJust ignore itâokay then.â You answer the phone away, turning the camera away from your naked body onto Sanzuâs face. You squirm around, trying to find where Sanzu threw your bra and shirt as the two engage in small talk.
âWhat do you want?â
Ran snorts on the other end, his voice deep, familiar, and husky. âDonât needa get all pissy, you big baby. Takeomi wants to know where you are.â
âWhat the fuck does that have to do witâ me?â
âCall him, or somethinâ. I donât fuckinâ know?â
Haru sniffs, nose wrinkling when the smoke he blows out invades his nostrils. âTell him Iâm busy.â
âBeing a fuckinâ junkie?â Ran snorts, petty and bitterly, voice now laced in sarcasm. âSo productive.â
Haruchiyo rolls his eyes at the same time you put your shirt back on, reaching under your shirt to fix the straps of your bra. âIâm doing more than getting high, you slug. Iâm with my friend.â
You had tuned out the conversation from the beginning, your main priority being your clothes, but at the mention of âfriendâ, he jostles his leg, catching your attention. âSay hello.â
âUhâŠhello?â
âOh? Who might you be?â
âIâmââ Haruchiyo ends the call before you could even get the first letter of your name out. âWhat the hell?â
He lazily shrugs, tossing his phone into the backseat without a care. It hits the edge of the seat, before hitting the floor with a mild smack. Two noble fingers grasp at your chin, redirecting your gaze from his probably broken phone to his face.Â
The kiss is passionate, and long, his wet slide of his tongue laving itself inside your mouth. Your face grows hot when his lips wrap around the length of your tongue, sucking the moisture from it, replacing it with his own. Itâs messy but you donât care, happily drinking the mixed saliva from his mouth.Â
His sharp teeth sink into your lips, stopping you from pulling away, kissing you with fervour as his heavy head spins, and bright flashes of colour appears behind his closed eyes.
âIâm so hungry,â he gasps out when he finally pulls away, wiping the saliva from his mouth with his forearm, giving you back the breath he stole from your lungs with that kiss.
âYou want me to drive you to McDonalds?â
He grins up at you, that stupid adorable look on his face that has your heart warming in your chest. âIs this your way of asking me out on a date?â
âItâs my way of forcing some food down your throat before you die of starvation.â
âWhat if I was thirsty instead?â
âMcDonalds sells drinks, dumbass.â
â Or⊠â He places his hands on your hips, pulling you forward on his lap. You yelp at the motion, hands flying to the headrest behind him to stabilise yourself.Â
What heâs insinuating is lost to you for a moment, only becoming obvious when his hand snakes down to your pussy, thumb nudging insistently at your clit. His eyes dip down to your chest, your nipples still hard and poking through the thin fabric of your shirt, then drags them back up to your face and smiles.
âYouâre so horny.â Your eyeroll is fabricated and fake, part of you deep down wants it too.Â
âYou like it though.â Itâs true, and he knows it too. The defeated look on your face is all he needs to know when he moves to open the car door, nodding his head outside. âLetâs go to my room now.â
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An encounter
content warnings; smut (duh), threesome, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, slight cumplay maybe? swearing, drinking and possibly mediocre writing. and also probably more things I'm forgetting...
a/n; idk why, but I have actually never been more nervous to post a fic?? maybe I'm just insecure because JESUS CHRIST writing threesomes is so fucking difficult. I'm just thankful there was only one dick involved in this one. also i fear i made this a little too gay... i mention the girlfriend A LOT. soooo... sorry about that <3
anyway special thanks to @think0fmehigh for being the nicest human ever and encouraging me to try and write this!! she is to blame if this is awful (jk it is all my fault lol)
word count; 5k -ish
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Sweaty bodies press into your sides, the beat of the music pumps through the room, and you can feel the vibrations moving within you. With a heavy sigh and a wide smile, you throw your head back, letting your body move to the song carelessly.Â
The music was swirling in your brain, and you were carelessly dancing, paying no attention to anyone else around you. So when you feel someone bump into you from behind, you immediately go to apologise.
Before you get a chance, you feel a pair of hands slide around your waist. You flick your eyes down and see perfectly manicured red nails spreading across your stomach, almost as if they were asking permission to pull you back into their body.Â
Maybe it's the alcohol running through your veins, or the music pumping in your ears, or perhaps the fact that you haven't had a good fuck in 4 months. But you lean back into the mystery person's grip, pressing yourself against their hot body.
A wave of floral perfume overtakes your senses. The sickly sweet scent causes goosebumps to spread over your skin as you fight the urge to throw your head back and bury your head in her neck. sharp nails dig deeper into your skin, and you feel yourself hoping that she leaves crescent-shaped marks behind, to prove that this feeling is real.Â
After a few minutes of moving together, you gain the confidence to flick your eyes back, to finally see the woman who has been practically fucking you in the middle of a crowded club Heavy eyeliner surrounded her hooded eyes and a deep red lipstick was smudged over her lips. Long curls of hair fell down her neck and chest, and even in the dark lights of the club, you could see her glowing skin, each pulsing light highlighted the thin sheen covering her.
With this newfound confidence, you press your body back against hers, your sticky skin sliding together as you grind against her. The rumble of a groan rips through her chest, and you can feel the vibrations as she presses herself even closer to you. Power thrums through your veins, and you can't help but giggle at the feeling of heat pulsating through you.
After a few minutes of dancing together, you feel her bend down to your ear. You prepare yourself for her hot breath in your ear, for her to whisper filthy things that make you drip down your thighs. You swear you can almost hear her inviting her back to her place, asking if she can bury her face between your legs until you're a sobbing mess.
Instead, she traces the outline of your ear with her tongue and begins pressing kisses to the outside of your neck, nipping and sucking your damp skin.
You let out a shuddered gasp at the sensation, and you can feel a smirk dancing across her lips. She slides her hands down from your waist to the tops of your thighs, inching dangerously close to your barely covered core.
The short skirt you were wearing didn't leave much to the imagination, and you wouldn't be shocked if sheâd already caught a glimpse of your red panties from the way you were moving against her.
Once the song ends, you feel her grip around you loosen, and images of her spinning you around and shoving her tongue in your mouth as she gropes your exposed skin come to mind.
Except, before you can process the loss of her, she's slinked off into the crowd, leaving you breathless and annoyingly turned on.
Fucking hell. time for a drink.
You manage to part the sea of bodies and stumble to the bar, you shout over the pumping music and order a vodka cranberry. It might be a basic drink, but it was cheap and cheerful, and just what you need after being pied off by one of the hottest women you've ever seen.
âPut it on my tab mate, what's one more drink?â you hear a deep voice from behind you say, the timbre of his voice makes your pulse skitter. It was silky smooth and dripping with something you couldn't quite put your finger on. It wasn't confidence or hunger, not even lust. It was just something.
you feel his body press up against you before he slides onto the stool to your left, his hot breath dances over the back of your neck, and you almost shiver at the sensation. But you were more than ready to shoot him down, you didn't come expecting anything tonight, and after dancing with that girl for 10 minutes you're not sure a man could fill the hole sheâd left behind.
However, when you flick your eyes over to him, any sense of apprehension melts away and is replaced with pure lust. His dark eyes still managed to glow in the low lights of the club, and his pretty wine-stained lips were already begging to be bitten and kissed. Perfect ringlets framed his face, dark but with swirls of grey dancing through them. A light spattering of facial hair covered his jaw, just enough to scratch your skin deliciously.
âThanksâ you say, smirking over at the mystery man. You pause and wait for him to fill in his name, but he doesn't. Simply smiling smugly and taking a sip of his red wine, you watch a droplet fall on his lips and study the way his tongue darts out to catch it.
His intense eye contact makes you nervous, and you almost pull your eyes away. His heavy gaze was confident, as if he knew something you didn't. You almost scoff at his obvious bravado, but that dies in your throat when you see the woman you were dancing with earlier slink up to his side.
His calloused fingers slide around her waist, and you can see the tension in his grip, his almost white fingertips letting everyone know he was staking his claim on her.
âHey baby,â she says, bending down and kissing the mystery man messily. You can see their tongues dancing in each other's mouths. The kiss is filthy, all teeth and tongues, perfectly wet and sticky, strings of saliva trailing between the pair.
You can feel yourself yearning to be involved somehow, to be pressed between them. You want to be both of them. You want to feel the grip of his hand around your neck like it is on hers, the subtle display of dominance making your pulse race. But you also want that dominance rattling through your bones. You want to overpower her and let her know who owns who.
The bartender slamming your glass on the bar in from of you pulls you out of the trance you were in, and you already feel a flush covering your cheeks. The heat spreads down your neck and chest, a pretty pink haze covering every piece of your skin. Fucking hell, you hope they didn't notice the way you were gawking at them.
They did, of course.
You start gulping down your drink, needing whatever liquid courage you can get right now. The man grabs your glass to stop you, gripping the base forcefully, âWoah, slow down there, love. Dont want you drinking too much tonight.â
You eye him suspiciously and place the glass down, âno? Whyâs that?â You smirk over at the pair of them, tracing the rim of your cup with your ring finger. The girl bites her lips, leaving you completely entranced by the view of them both in front of you.
The throaty laugh from the man in front of you pulls you back once again, and you can see in his eyes that he knows you want her. And that you want him to.
âWell, not to be a cliche,â she starts, tracing your body with her eyes shamelessly, lingering as long as she pleases, âbut we saw you across the bar and thought you were beautifulâ She finished her sentence with a smirk and a lick of her lips.Â
You can see the man's hands tense again, pulling her in even closer to his side. The light dances over her exposed legs as she slides into his lap without a second thought, draping herself over him. You can't help but follow the line of her legs all the way up, your eyes catch at the highest slither of skin, and you imagine that if she moved her leg ever so slightly you would be able to see what underwear she was wearing.
But based on how tight her dress was and the lack of panty lines, you would guess the answer is none.
You snort out a laugh at her wording, fanning yourself as the heat of the club begins to get to you, "This is starting to sound like the start of a shit pornoâ
You gulp down the remainder of your drink and hold eye contact with the man as you do, and you revel in the way his irises darken even further at your teasing actions. You know you couldn't keep up this faux-dominant act much longer, but his reactions were too tantalising to stop. The way his shoulder tensed and his pupils blew out.
You could see his chest shake with laughter every time you pretended to be in control. He could see right fucking through you.
âWe were hoping it would end up being more like a good porno,â he drawls out, âif you agree to come home with us, that isâ You follow his hand as it runs through his hair, before dropping to his wine glass and wrapping around it.
You can see the glimmer of a tattoo poking out of his sleeve, and you find yourself yearning to know if he has any more. Or if his pretty girlfriend does. Maybe you could trace each one with your tongue, holding eye contact with them as you did.
You know you should mull this over more, make them work for it. But honestly, any fight you might have put up disappeared about 3 months ago.
âCall a cab then, let's go have a little funâÂ
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The poor cab driver is trying his best to keep his eyes on the road, but he can't help but flick them up to the rearview mirror every once in a while to catch the movie playing out behind him.Â
Youâre sitting in between the two of them, Matty's lips are hot against your neck, licking and sucking every piece of exposed skin. He kisses over the lipstick stains left by Scarlett, smiling as he thinks about sharing you between them. Your face is stained with smudged red as her lips work fervently against yours. The taste of her is almost overtaking your senses. The sweet strawberry flavour fills your mouth.
You only learnt their names when you were desperately kissing Matty outside the club, and you heard Scarlett groan it from behind you. Was it kind of slutty to agree to a threesome before you knew either of their names? Maybe, but you never claimed to not be a slut.
Matty works diligently behind your ear, sucking a deep purple hickey into your soft skin. You moan wantonly at the sensation, and you can feel the smirk on Scarlett's lips at your needy noises. Matty pulls from your neck and twists your head away from Scarlett, pushing his lips against yours harshly and licking inside your mouth.
He snaps away with a heaving chest and smirks over to his girlfriend, âCan fucking taste you on her tongue. Do you like that angel? I can already tell sheâs been all over youâ You whimper needily, nodding desperately at Matty and pulling his curls, craving his lips back on yours.
Scarlett's hands slide over your chest, palming your boobs and thumbing over your nipples through the thin mesh of your shirt. The scratch of the fabric against your sensitive skin was dizzying, and you had to fight every urge to fall back into her and moan helplessly.
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you both stumbled into the house messily, following Matty's every command. Which led you here, kneeling on the bed in front of him, panting, staring at Scarlett with lust-blown eyes.
âPut on a little performance for me ladies, c'monâ Matty demands, sitting back against the pillows and watching you both wordlessly, his eyes growing dark at the scene playing out in front of him.
Scarlett peels off her poor excuse for a dress, and you watch with wide eyes, tracing over every inch of her body. She tugs at your clothes, and you follow her silent order, ripping off your tiny skirt and flimsy shirt quickly.Â
You see her hold in a moan at the sight of you just in your panties, her teeth scraping over her lips as she hungrily eyes you over. Your shirt looked bad with a bra, so you decided to forgo one tonight, much to her delight.
She surges forward and pushes you onto the bed below, hovering over you with dark eyes before kissing your neck hungrily, marking you wherever she can reach. With featherlight kisses, she begins moving down your body, flicking her eyes up to you and grinning at the blissed-out look on your face.
Matty hisses as he palms himself over his jeans, the pressure of the heavy fabric against his hard cock was making his head hazy. But he kept teasing himself, watching as his girlfriend began to make her way down your exposed chest. Every new patch of skin was explored, tracing it with her tongue and mouthing over you, nipping and soothing as she moved.Â
Breathy moans leave your lips at the sensation of her mouth on your skin, the way her hot breath dances over you . Goosebumps arise all over your body. The heat was pulsing in your veins, and it kept growing hotter the further down she moved. Her heavy breathing over your clothed core made you feel as if you were burning from the inside out.Â
Scarlett flicked her eyes up to Matty and wordlessly asked his permission. After a hasty nod, she grabbed the string of your panties with her teeth and began tugging them down your shaking thighs. Your jaw dropped as you watched the vision in front of you, thoughtlessly you lifted your hips to help her drag your underwear off you.Â
The cold air against your wet cunt made you gasp, your slick spreading over your inner thighs as you writhed helplessly. With a heavy smirk, Scarlett came crawling back up the bed, gripping your knees and ripping your legs apart, you saw her eyes grow darker at the sight of you all spread out for her.Â
âSuch a pretty pussy, can I taste?â you open your mouth to answer, but before you can get a word out you hear Mattyâs voice all around you,
âGo on baby, let me see you eat herâ
You feel Matty moving behind you as Scarlett edges closer to your core, pressing wet kisses up your thighs, tasting the slick spread over them. You open your eyes to Matty looming over you, his eyelids heavy, and his chest heaving.Â
His once perfectly manicured curls are now frazzled from your hands running through them, pulling and revelling in the grunts that were ripped from his throat. His neck was already blooming with purple hickies, scratches framing them perfectly from Scarlett's hands desperately pawing at him.
Scarlett finally puts her mouth on you, licking a broad stripe up your pussy before sucking your clit harshly, moaning desperately at the taste of you, as if she would die without you filling her senses.
She mouthed at you like you were a delicate fruit, spreading your lips with her tongue and tasting every inch she could. Your slick was dripping down her chin, like juice from a peach. She burrowed herself deeper in your pussy, flicking her tongue over your clit and teasing it with the tip.
Just as Scarlett begins her assault on your cunt, Matty crashes his lips onto yours, moving harshly and licking needily at the seam of your closed mouth. He bites down on your bottom lip gently, causing a gasp to fall from your mouth.
Matty seizes the opportunity to shove his tongue inside, smirking at the feeling of you meeting him and tangling them together. He pulls back, panting, trying to catch what little breath he has. When you finally open your eyes again, he can barely see the colour of them, black pupils overtaking every inch.Â
The fog surrounding you made you feel like you were underwater. All you could hear was your muffled groans and deliciously wet and sticky noses from Scarlett between your legs. Matty pulled your attention back with a cruel laugh as he brought his thumb up to your bottom lip, coaxing your mouth open delicately.Â
You watch as spit falls from his lips, the light catching it as it drops into your waiting mouth. A loud cry falls rips out of your chest as you swallow diligently, and Matty growls as he slams his lips back against yours, chasing the taste of himself.
Scarlett continues to devour you with a sly smirk on her face, listening to your cries muffled by Mattyâs lips. He can feel the vibrations of every pretty noise you make. Part of him wants to separate so he can hear your cries, but he can't bring himself to pull away from your waiting mouth.
Eventually, his lack of oxygen means Matty drags himself away from you again, strings of spit spreading between you gleaming in the light. Mattyâs lips were puffy and ruby-red from your harsh kisses. They pulled into a familiar smile as he flicked his eyes down to his girlfriend between your thighs.Â
She holds his eye contact, and you can feel her smile against your core. They ignore you as they stare at each other, treating you as if you're simply there as a toy for their pleasure.
âDoes that feel good, angel?â Matty asks teasingly. Just as you whimper out a response, he moves his hands down your chest, pulling and teasing your nipples. You cry weakly, squirming at the onslaught of sensations on your pebbled skin.Â
The whites of your eyes are all matty can see as you whimper and moan, your jaw drops as he tugs at your tits, and it shakes as he soothes them with his palmsÂ
Scarlett continues to consume you, fucking you with her tongue mercilessly, your sopping hole welcoming her hungrily. Each motion brought you closer to the edge, and Matty could tell by your hazy eyes and wrecked moans. But he didn't want you to cum just yet, he needed to drag this out a little longer.
With a harsh tug, he drags Scarlett out from between your thighs, a garbled moan leaves her lips, and Matty can see your wetness covering the bottom half of her face.Â
You cry at the loss of sensation, but any complaints leave you when you see the image in front of you. Scarlettâs hair was a mess from your hands pulling at it needily, her eyes were hooded and you could see the remnants of her lipstick smudged over her cheeks and chin, the Ruby-woo framing her mouth beautifully.
Matty grunts at the sight and pulls her in roughly, desperately licking in her mouth and devouring her, chasing the taste of you. The musky taste fills his mouth, and they both moan needily, your slick spreading over their faces as they move their mouths together.Â
You lay there helplessly as they made out above you, entranced by how fucking filthy they looked. Any orgasm that was building within you was quickly fading but you couldn't care less as you watched them in awe.
With a filthy smirk, Matty pulls away from her, flicking his eyes down to you before his grin grows even more. âGet on your hands and knees,â he orders, clicking his fingers at you. Laughing as you immediately begin to scramble, following his every demand.
âLie down in front of her, she's gonna eat your pretty cunt now, sweetheartâ Scarlett nods in a haze, moving without a second thought.
âżâżââżâżââżâżââżâż
You lap desperately at her clit, teasing it with the tip of your tongue and sucking on it hungrily. A mixture of her slick and your saliva is dripping down your chin, but all you can focus on is fucking her with your tongue.
But soon your focus is ripped away from you as you feel Matty sink into your needy pussy, you feel your walls welcome him easily, pulsing around his shaft.
Matty stands behind you and smooths his hands over your ass, watching the skin pull under his palms as he pounds into you. Jckhammering his hips as he stares in awe, studying how you desperately mouth at his girlfriend's pussy.
Every swirl of your tongue drives you crazier, the distinctly sweet taste overtakes your senses, and you can't help but eat her out like a woman starved.
The pleading whimpers falling from your lips are muffled by Scarlett's pussy, she feels the vibrations of your begging against her. With each moment the coil in her stomach is only winding tighter and tighter.
She cracked her eyes open to take in the scene in front of her, you mouthing at her between her legs and Matty pumping into you with a merciless rhythm. Part of her wishes Matty was fucking her rather than you, but she soon forgets that when you bury your tongue as deep as you can into her hole and lick her walls, chasing her g-spot greedily. She kicks her legs helplessly at the feeling, ecstasy bubbling in her gut.
Your eyes are closed in bliss as shockwaves rattle through you. Electricity is running through your veins with every thrust. You can tell youâre already nearing the edge, Scarlett's mouth having already brought you so close only minutes earlier. Warning bells go off in your head telling you to warn Matty, but the combination of his deep thrusts and her delicious cunt was dizzying, making it impossible for you to pull away.
If you didn't know better you'd think Matty was in your fucking guts, every thrust feels deeper than the last. He's brutally pumping into you, not giving you any rest before pressing himself as deep as he can inside you.
Somehow, he finds that spot inside of you with each roll of his hips, causing stars to dance across your vision whenever he buries himself inside you to the hilt. You can hear his animalistic grunts behind you every time your warm walls welcome him inside.
Beads of sweat drip from his neck down his chest pooling in his collarbones as he ruts into you, and he can feel your racing pulse in your pussy.
âThat feel good angel? You like it when I fuck you this? So. Fucking. Deep.â he punctuates each word with a hard thrust, skin slapping skin and moans are all you can hear in the room, cutting through the thick, hazy air.
Scarlett feels your moans get more are more needy against her she knows you're nearing the edge. The fire pooling in your abdomen is growing too hot to ignore.
Only you can't bring yourself to pull away from her delicious nectar, moaning as you continue to eat her out furiously. Not letting her have a moment of peace, swapping between fucking her hole with your tongue and sucking on her puffy clit. Your fingers grip her thighs tightly, sliding your hands up her legs to pull apart her folds so you can drive further into her cunt.Â
âSheâs- f-fuck. Little slutâs about to cum. I can fucking feel her- ugh- her desperate fucking whines against my cunt.â Scarlett can't help the cry that falls from her lips when she finishes speaking, her words only driving you harder.
Matty laughs cruelly at you both, ripping his hands away from his tight grip on your hips to clasp the back of your head.
âOh yeah? Is that right angel? You have to make her cum first before you can, sweet girl. Câmon, make her cum all over your pretty faceâ Matty pushes your head further into her overstimulated cunt, making you both whine and cry out powerlessly.Â
Scarlettâs words seemingly do the same thing for Matty that they did to you, and you can feel his speed up even more, sinking into you feverishly. The tip of his dick massages your walls as he fucks you.
The burning in Matty's thighs is nothing but an afterthought, all he can focus on is making you feel so good that you can't help but make Scarlett cum. He wants to watch her fall apart in front of him whilst he pumps another girl full of his cum. âYou're such a slut, letting us use you like a fucking sex toy. Just here for our- shit- our amusement.â he laughs wickedly at his words, and at the muffled whimper he hears from you afterwards.
Maybe it's Mattyâs words or the way your tongue is driving into her mercilessly, but Scarlett finally feels the rubber band inside of her snap. With a shout, she squirts all over your face, covering you and the sheets below in her juices.
She would swear on whatever God there might be that she's never felt this fucking good, every nerve ending is on fire and she can feel a tingle from her toes all the way up to her scalp. Her legs kick helplessly as the sensation continues, dragging on for what feels like forever.Â
As soon as you feel her release on your face, you can help cumming. Crying into her cunt as you fall apart around Mattyâs cock. You're practically convulsing at the feeling, especially when Matty continues to fuck into you with abandon.
But you canât pull yourself away from Scarlett, so you understand the primal need to keep going. You can feel your pulse in your head, racing as Matty continues to pound into you, the sound of your pumping blood swirling in your ears.
Matty groans and throws his head back. Your wet walls pulsing around him were almost enough to push him over the edge. But Scarlett yanking you by your hair off of her pussy and moving down until she was licking her juices off your face, all whilst holding eye contact with Matty, was the final fucking straw.
With a heavy grunt, Matty empties himself inside of you, each pulse of your walls around him milking his cock. Shockwaves gripped his body as Matty continued his shallow thrusts inside you, the slight overstimulation making his vision blur.
With a heaving chest, Matty stops moving, throwing his head back in ecstasy just as the feelings blooming within him start to dissipate.Â
Scarlett flops back on the bed unceremoniously, her body aching as she lets out an airy giggle at the absurdity of what just happened. You can't help but join her, breathless giggles falling from your lips, which are only interrupted by a sharp hiss when Matty pulls out of you.
âI know, sorry angel.â Matty pouts as he speaks, but very quickly gets distracted.
âFuck.â he whispers, watching his cum drip from your weeping hole. The pearly streams of his release fall out of you, leaving milky trails in their wake, decorating your skin beautifully.
âCome over here baby, look how fucking filthy she isâ Matty waves Scarlett over and she scrambles up immediately, crawling over the bed to stare at your pussy.
She moans at the sight of her boyfriend's cum dripping out of you, she imagines the taste of him combining with the sweet taste of your cunt from earlier, and the idea makes her mouth water.Â
Without a second thought, she leant forward and started lapping at your hole, cleaning you up with her tongue. You cry out at the feeling, gripping the sheets so hard your knuckles turn white, and your jaw shakes as the sensations rattle through your bones. Â
âStop,â you protest weakly, âif I cum again i think i'll dieâ You whimper at the feeling of Scarlett's breathy laugh against you, even the puff of hot air feels like too much.
Thankfully, she pulls away quickly, slotting her mouth against Mattyâs, dripping his cum from her tongue onto his as she kisses him. He grunts at the feeling, marvelling at the taste of all three of you in his mouth.
Matty briefly thinks that this night might be one of the hottest things to ever happen to him, but his girlfriend moaning against his lips brings him back to earth.
âI'm so fucking glad I went to the club tonight,â you say as you flop forward onto the blanket, flipping over to see Matty and Scarlett sitting at the end, licking into each other's mouths with abandon.
She pulls away with a filthy smirk, eyeing Matty before turning to you and crawling over, âWe are too. Turned out better than a shit porno, no?â she giggles as she quotes your words earlier in the night. You see Matty move his hand and lightly slap her ass, smirking at her weak cry.Â
âCheeky, but true. It was very nice meeting youâŠâ Matty pauses and in that moment realises he hadn't thought to ask your name this whole night.Â
You look up at him with a teasing smirk and shake your head, âY/n. Thanks for asking, by the way,â you turn your focus to Scarlett, pressing your lips against hers with a light giggle.
ây/n, yes. Meant to ask that.â he says with a smirk, following Scarlett's lead and moving up the bed to meet the two of you.
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i'm with you | nikolai lantsov
summary: everything is falling apart around you, but the world is quiet for a moment as you and nikolai share a sunrise together.
a/n: this is a lil sequel to bad luck! it takes place 3 years after at the beginning of siege and storm, after rusalye is killed and the darkling is mutinied off the volkvolny lol. idk where this came from but i really wanted to write something for nikolai because im done with finals and kept my 4.0 and he makes me happy! so i hope you enjoy this short lil thing
wc: 1.5k
warning(s): fem!reader, slight bit of angst, mentions of death and fighting, but this is very light hurt/comfort so nothing really bad goes on
âI should have known this is where Iâd find you.âÂ
Nikolaiâs voice rang out from behind you, clear and strong in the silence of an early morning. Nothing but you, him, and the sea, the way it had been for nearly three years now.Â
You werenât ready to lose it.
âI needed some time,â you said, gaze remaining on the horizon, sunrise on the brink. âA lot has been going on.âÂ
âAn understatement,â Nikolai said wryly. His footsteps could hardly be heard against the wood as he walked over to you, choosing to lean his back against the railing in opposition to you supporting yourself with your forearms. He didnât look at you, but his presence was more than enough. âHow have you been holding up?âÂ
âBetter than most can say,â you said. âCertainly better than our guests.âÂ
He chuckled. âI believe the Sun Summoner has wished death on me more than once.âÂ
âHave you seen the way her tracker looks at you?â you asked. âThat man wants you dead.âÂ
You could see his grin out of the corner of your eye. âA spirited pair, to be sure. Iâm lucky they havenât actually made an attempt.âÂ
âAs if I would let them get close,â you said wryly. âI take my duties as your second-in-command very seriously.âÂ
This time, you felt his eyes on you. âA misfortune youâve been only my second for these past few weeks.âÂ
You sighed. The vast expanse of the sea, just beginning to glow with the light of the sunrise, seemed much lonelier.Â
The past month had been⊠difficult, to say the least. And certainly lonely.Â
The DarklingâGeneral of the Second Army, Grisha of the greatest renown, and one side of the Ravkan civil warâhad hired Nikolaiâs crew to take him and his Grisha through the Bone Road in search of the mythical sea whip Rusalye. Nikolai decided to go along with it, but the plan heâd cooked up with you and the crew was something truly idiotic. If you all could pull it off, though, it would be the start of Ravkaâs saving grace.Â
The general was not a generous man beyond the coin he put up. He practically took over the ship, ruminating with an imposing power everywhere he went. You supposed it wasnât difficult to lead an army when you could intimidate your way through everything in your path.Â
And he recognized you. Looked you over in a way that made your skin crawl, greeted you by name, asked if your parents knew where you were. You resisted the urge to spit in his faceâyears of etiquette lessons worn into your bones were the only thing that kept a practiced smile on your lips.Â
He just wanted to get under your skin, try to unsettle you, maybe hoped he could reveal your truth to anyone who still might not have known to sow division in the crew. You lied to his face and all he did was chuckle and move on.Â
The Darkling left you alone from then on, but Nikolai refused to take any chances. He made the decision to hide your relationship, to hide any form of closeness beyond your being his secondââthe last thing I need is you being targeted for any mistakes I make,â heâd said, and you had no objections.Â
The Darkling had unnerved you since the first time youâd met him as a teenager. The insanity that flickered in his eyes any time his hunt for the Sun Summoner was brought upâthe insanity fully displayed when he finally had her in his graspâwas enough to make you keep your head down wherever and whenever possible.Â
That was not to say it wasnât difficult, though. The first night you spent alone rather than in his cabin was difficult, and youâd wondered if the ship had truly always been this cold. Your finger felt bare without its ring, and you always worried the necklace would somehow slip into view. Your hands itched for your dagger each time the Darkling threatened Nikolai, and you were sure his calming words afterwards were the only thing keeping you from doing something truly foolish.Â
And now he was fully your enemy, Rusalye had been turned to fetters, and the Sun Summoner and her mystical tracker were below deck in a very shaky alliance.Â
Things were certainly never boring with Nikolai, at least.Â
You were snapped out of your thoughts when he said your name, and you finally looked over at him.Â
âAre you sure youâre alright, milaya?â he asked softly. âTolya did patch up all your wounds, didnât he?âÂ
âPerfectly,â you confirmed with a nod. âItâs justâŠâÂ
âTalk to me, my love.â Nikolai reached out and took your hand, the callouses from years spent as a privateer a comfort by now. âYou know Iâm here for you, more now than ever.âÂ
Your gaze dropped down to your joined hands, and you let out a loose sigh. âWeâre going back to Ravka,â you finally managed to say. âBack to the noble world.âÂ
âIt does feel strange,â he murmured. âAfter years on the sea, free from any expectations. Free from being a Lantsov.âÂ
âYears away from my parents,â you said quietly. âThey probably think Iâm dead.â Your gaze flitted back up to meet his eyes, and you were struck by the warmth in them. âAnd I would have been, had it not been for you. Dead or much, much worse.â
âYou canât think like that,â he urged, pulling you closer. âYou made your choiceâwe both have. And they brought us back together. That means they couldnât have been wrong.â
âI left them, Nikolai.â Your chest tightened and you looked back out to the boundless waters. âWithout a single word.âÂ
âI did the same,â he said wryly. âYou somehow managed to forgive me.âÂ
You huffed a laugh and shook your head. âIâm just not the same girl I was when I left. I donât want to be that girlâthat dukeâs daughter that smiles and curtsies her way through everything. Iâm worried that theyâll try and push me right back into that box.âÂ
Nikolai scoffed. âAs if they could even try.âÂ
In your silence, he gently tipped your chin so you could meet his eyes.Â
âYouâre my second in command,â he said. âYouâve taken quicker to all of this than any member of any crew Iâve seen. And when youâre focused on something, youâre a sure sight to see. Youâre not the girl that they raisedâyouâve forged yourself into your own woman. If they have any sense at all, theyâll be the proudest parents in all of Ravka.âÂ
âI hope so,â you admitted, âmore than anything. All of thisâ learning to sail and command and fighting by your sideâ itâs made me feel more alive in a few years than a whole childhood in Ravkaâs court.âÂ
âAnd I consider myself immensely lucky that you somehow find enjoyment in all of this the same as I do,â Nikolai said with a slight laugh, taking his hand away from your chin. âTruly, I donât know how I was fortunate enough to find you again after messing everything up once.âÂ
Your lips quirked in a slight smile. âAnd I consider myself immensely lucky that you stayed in love with me after all that time.âÂ
âThe only thing easier than falling in love with you is staying in love with you,â Nikolai mused, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. âI could sail the Bone Road for a thousand years and that would never change.âÂ
âThatâs another reason I donât want to go back to court,â you said, heat blooming in your cheeks. âYouâll charm every person you come across with those honeyed words.âÂ
Nikolai smiled. âAnd yet I could only ever mean them for you.âÂ
âI just donât get how youâre still so confident,â you said. âWeâre going back to Ravka in the midst of a civil war. The Darklingâs on our tail, and he wonât stop until heâs gotten his very bloody revenge.âÂ
âBut weâre going back together,â Nikolai clarified. âAs far as Iâm concerned, anything is possible so long as weâre together.â
âHow are you always so sure of yourself?â you marveled.Â
He shrugged. âItâs very difficult not to believe in myself when Iâve got you by my side.â
âSaints,â you murmured, your smile growing, âIâve missed you more than you know.âÂ
Nikolai pulled you into a kiss and your eyes fluttered shut as his lips met yours, your hands falling into familiar places on his body as you all but fell into him. It had only been a few days since your successful mutiny against the Darkling, and open affection still felt slightly strange. Any remaining qualms were fully kissed out of you, though, and when you pulled away, out of breath but glowing from the inside out, you could hardly contain your smile.Â
âTrust me,â Nikolai breathed, âI know.âÂ
You grinned as you leaned against his side, and he pulled you in close with an arm around you. You rested your head on his shoulder, and for a moment, the countless voices of doubt inside of you fell silent as you watched the sunrise together.Â
âWeâll figure it all out. I promise.â His voice was little more than a whisper in your ear, and yet it warmed your body just as much as his touch. âIâm with you until the end, milaya. No matter what.âÂ
And you believed him.
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Hii! Hope you're doing okay. May I request some of the characters accidentally hitting their calm maleReader instead of the enemy and now he's getting a huge bruise on where they hit him? thx u
Idk how many characters I'm allowed to choose so I'm just gonna name a few and you can pick..? đ
Jake / Vasco / Zack / Jace / Vin Jin / Warren / Megumi / Goo
âđđČ đđđ!â
Warnings: Mentions of violence, fluff, not really fluff though, cursing, mentions of balls.
Jake âą Vasco âą Zack âą Jace âą Vin âą Warren âą Megumi âą Goo
Hey anon! Iâm doing good, thanks for asking! âĄïž I decided to do everyone you requested because yes đ© I also changed it up a little with the âenemyâ part. Some of them are petty interactions, and others are full-fledged brawls lol.
đđđ€đ
đđ«đ đđđ ⧠He was focusing a little too hard.
⧠The same mantra kept echoing in Jakeâs mind, urging him on: âkeep fighting.â
⧠He was just a little caught up in everything, thatâs allâ
⧠He was absorbed in hearing the definitive crack of his opponents nose, feeling the warm spew of blood that followed a hit to the ribs, seeing the trail of bodies that followed his path
⧠These suckers were really something. There were so many of them, and they had been harassing this area for long enough
⧠Jake had called out to Jerry to ask âWhere is he?â But hadnât gotten a response
⧠Then thereâs a rustle behind him
⧠A sneak attack.
⧠Instincts go: đ
⧠He whips around, just barely seeing the glint of purpose in his opponents eyes
⧠âJake!â
⧠He feels the warm contact of hitting a cheek. But Jake isnât stupid and realizes his fatal error
⧠I mean⊠who wouldâve guessed that the opponent would duck?
⧠âSorry (Y/N)! Whereâve you been-?â He pants
⧠Honestly Jake has never been more ashamed. He did hit him, didnât he?
⧠(Y/N) doesnât seem fazed, he just keeps up whatever he was doing. âItâs fine⊠Iâve just been around.â
⧠The man is hardly panting⊠damn you (Y/N). Youâre attractive even when you arenât tryingâŠ
⧠(Thatâs what Jake thinks anyways)
đđ§đ đđđ ⧠As soon as the fight is over, Jake runs.
⧠His dress shoes slam against what bare concrete is left, avoiding the piles of unconscious and semi-conscious bodies.
⧠He tries not to panic. He has to play it cool, and not throw a fit.
⧠Eventually, he finds you talking to Brad, nursing your busted fists with your back to him. Jake letâs out a sigh, âPretty nasty hit you took there.â
⧠A playful smile toys at his lips as he observes you. You turn to him, seemingly unscathed, nodding with a small smile, âUh, yeah. Nice punch Boss.â
⧠He tries not to let the use of formalities affect him too much. (Inwardly wounded)
⧠âAre you sure youâre okay?â He asks, this time with a note of concern.
⧠âHe thinks he has a concussion, boss,â Brad interrupts, just the hint of a smile intermingled with his serious tone.
⧠You ignore Jakeâs slacked jaw and bewildered look, eyeing Brad tiredly, âSo much for keeping a secret.â
⧠âYou shouldnât keep secrets from the boss- or your boyfrââ
⧠â(Y/N),â Jake drags his finger beneath your chin, prompting you to turn to him. âIs that trâŠue?â
⧠Itâs not the thought of a concussion that made Jake stop.
⧠ItâsâŠ
⧠đ°
⧠âYour cheek⊠is this the one I hit?â
⧠You nod.
⧠âWell uh~ not to worry you but⊠itâs bruising just a little~â âItâs fine Jake-â
⧠Apparently he didnât think it was âfineâ.
⧠Jakes brows furrow together as he examines you. With the way his eyes darken and his smiles fades, He looks beyond apologetic; itâs as if guilt seeps into his every movement.
⧠âYou donât have to worry about it,â you smile. Thereâs not even the slightest hint of anxiety in your voice, but it does nothing to reassure Number One of Big Deal.
⧠âYeah but you know I will,â he smirks half-heartedly, quickly reverting back to his worried face.
⧠Heâs never letting it go. Every time he sees the splotch of that massive dark bruise, he feels the urge to apologize.
⧠Itâs beyond an inside joke too.
⧠Anyone brings it up jokingly, and his head sags and a shadow runs across his face.
⧠âSorry about that (Y/N).â
⧠âJake, it healed months ago.â
đđđŹđđš
đđ«đ đđđ ⧠Fights like these were becoming more often.
⧠Vasco was adjusting to the oncoming rush of bad guys. He was confident in his abilities. Sure of himself; he was bound to crush them all.
⧠ButâŠ
⧠â(Y/N)? Are you alright?â
⧠His dark eyes scan the battlefield of boys swinging at each other, searching for one man in particular.
⧠He catches him in his sight. (Y/N).
⧠âAre you almost doneââ âEuntae, focus.â
⧠The tone of his voice sends a chill down Vascoâs spine.
⧠The cogs in his brain stop working for a second as he continues fighting on autopilot. He wants to keep an eye on (Y/N). He doesnât want to loose sight of him.
⧠Vasco feels a harsh smack to his ribs, knocking the wind out of him. What was that? His instincts heighten as his body reacts frantically.
⧠He turns to the guy fighting him, readying one of numerous forbidden moves just for him.
⧠Once he sends the guy flying itâs back to looking for (Y/N)-
⧠âEuntae-!â
⧠Smack.
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⧠â(Y/N)?! (Y/N) are you okay!? Please wake up!â
⧠Vasco was reduced to a sobbing mess.
⧠You open your eyes, staring at his red face damp with tears. Itâs an odd sight- especially since you only fell down a couple of seconds ago.
⧠âYeah Vasco⊠Iâm fine,â you offer a small smile. Even if it does hurt, you know making a big deal out of nothing would be problematic.
⧠You act calm. Chill. Even a little nonchalant.
⧠Vasco remains crouched on the ground while you dust off your pants, glancing around the parking lot littered with bloodied âbad guys.â
⧠âYouâre positive that youâre alright?â He asks slowly, staring at you with concern.
⧠âYeah. Itâll probably form a bruise at the most,â you reply. You touch your chest, seemingly unfazed.
⧠You feel awful for lying to him. Your chest feels like itâs on fire. Itâs sore and laborious to breathe⊠but you wonât tell him that.
⧠âSorry.â Vasco says simply.
⧠No one brings it up until youâre undressing at the Burn Knuckles base.
⧠Everyone is slipping out of their jumpsuits and into more comfortable, casual clothes. It smells sweaty and feels humid⊠but somehow Leon always manages to steal the bathroom before anyone else. (Thankfully)
⧠You listen quietly, offering smiles as Vasco retells a story about him and Jace, obviously awaiting your reaction.
⧠He doesnât intentionally flaunt his muscles in front of you⊠but sometimes it seems that way. Thatâs partially why you like to keep most of your clothes on around him- so he doesnât start comparing. đł
⧠âThatâs funny~â you reply to one of his stares that begged for your approval. You lift your shirt off over your shoulders, slinging it around your neck as you grab a fresh one.
⧠The room: ⊠You: ⊠You: đ«„
⧠ââŠWhat?â
⧠Vascoâs eyes start to gloss over as he frantically grabs your shoulders, examining your bare chest.
⧠â(Y/N)⊠who hit you?â âIâm sure lots of people didâŠâ
⧠Vasco shakes his head, rubbing his hand across the massive dark splotch that stains your skin. The discolored purple and red resembles a fist⊠but it doesnât seem to click to him.
⧠If he means right there⊠thenâŠ. âProbably you.â
⧠You smirk, shaking your head as Vasco stares at you in horror. The bruise doesnât really bother you- youâre covered in them after today anyway.
⧠Of course you handle his outbursts calmly⊠reassuring him that youâre not angry.
⧠But he continues, eyes scanning over you for any more bruises that he mightâve given you. âIâm sorry (Y/N)⊠I didnât mean for that to happenâŠâ
⧠Vasco: đ„șđ°
⧠He apologizes a million times, often quietly and at random. ⧠No- he will not forgive himself.
⧠Yes⊠he forgets about it for a few weeks before remembering and apologizing all over again.
⧠Jace and the rest of the Burn Knuckles make sure to not ever bring it up again. You also are forced to wear some form of padding under your shirt whenever you get into a fight.
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⧠Zack isnât gonna deny it. That guy is getting on his nerves.
⧠This was supposed to be a hang out with him and (Y/N). They were gonna chill and head to the movies. Maybe do some karaoke later.
⧠Just the two of them. Not even Mira was tagging along today.
⧠But then this guy showed up.
⧠Zack feels himself growing more agitated by the minute. He grits his teeth and looks in the opposite direction, willing himself to calm down.
⧠(Y/N) and him are on a park bench⊠and this idiot decides to stand behind them and catcall.
⧠âYou work out bro~?â
⧠Zack is literally seething. (Y/N) has to put his hand on Zackâs leg to keep him from springing up.
⧠âDo you mind reading between the lines?â (Y/N) asks, flashing his three middle fingers before turning to Zack.
⧠âWanna go to the theatre early? We could walk around-â he whispers, shoving his hands into the pockets of his hoodie.
⧠Zack is still irked. His brows are knitted together tightly, but he simply shrugs and nods: âWhatever. Letâs just get away from this dunce.â
⧠The dunce, however, seems to really like being annoying. âCan I tag along with you two-?â
⧠âF*ck off,â Zack glares. He starts walking ahead, curling his hands into fists but keeping them shoved firmly in the corners of his pockets.
⧠He keeps his gaze trailed on the ground, trying to cool off. Heâd hate to ruin this hang out with (Y/N) even more. So heâll play it cool and be the bigger man- like Mira tells him to be. Itâs hotter that way. ((Y/N) will think so too, right?)
⧠The smirk that spread across his lips disappears in a matter of moments.
⧠âNice ass-!â The creep calls.
⧠And thatâs it. The final straw.
⧠Zack is going for a straight jab. Heâd be caught dead before he let someone get away catcalling (Y/N) of all people-
⧠He turns and slams his fist, making direct contact. He can hear the definitive clack of teeth, he watches as he stumbles backwards.
⧠But Zack realizes what heâs doneâŠ
⧠âS-Sh*t (Y/N)! What were you doing there-?â (Y/N) nurses his jaw tenderly, glaring. He sighs and turns to the guy, telling him to âbeat it.â
⧠Zack moves to cup (Y/N)âs cheek, looking frantic. He mumbles âidiotâ over and over⊠but more to himself than anyone.
⧠He knows heâs screwed up big time. Heâs insistent on helping (Y/N) walk⊠even though he isnât dizzy and he claims his cheek isnât sore.
⧠He tries to forget about it as they watch the movie⊠but he canât. As soon as the lights in the cinema flicker on he scans (Y/N) for any bruising.
⧠âI canât believe itâs so bigâŠâ âI already told you itâs fine.â âBut- argh I should beat that guy to a pulp- you sure youâre okay?â âYeah Iâm sure, Zack.â
⧠Heâs apologetic- but still an angry boy at heart.
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⧠In his defense- Jace is usually pretty good about âself controlâ and everything.
⧠Heâs also pretty good about it reading the atmosphere. He can tell when the mood has turned sour or hostile.
⧠Heâs able to âlet it goâ when thereâs a petty misunderstanding. Most of the time.
⧠But today this one guy (Duri�) is killing him.
⧠Heâs been a nuisance for a few weeks now⊠but The Burn Knuckles never had the heart to tell him off. Even (Y/N) was pretty chill about the guy- and he was usually more fiery than Jace.
⧠But as of right now, Jace stands idly with Woong and (Y/N), listening to whatever BS that guy, Duri Lee, is spewing out.
⧠Woong and (Y/N) are listening boredly as the one-sided conversation turns from childish comparisons to full-fledged insults.
⧠Duri wraps his arm around (Y/N)âs shoulder, despite (Y/N) having shrugged him off twice already.
⧠Jace feels awful. He reminds himself of how jealous Johan was back during the One Night scandal. Itâs embarrassing knowing that heâs feeling jealousy about⊠this.
⧠Heâs not a jealous person⊠but Duri really gets on his nerves. If he keeps up his stupid act, his stupidity might spread to Jace⊠and then heâll do something stupid.
⧠Even as Duri begins to degrade Jace himself, rambling a bunch of nonsense about how he âisnât as smart as he looksâ, Jace manages to keep it together. He feels a twinge of annoyance and glares, but he doesnât say anything.
⧠The rest of the Burn Knuckles arenât buying the bs anyway. So itâs fine.
⧠âKnow you place, Duri.â
⧠Jaceâs gaze snaps over to (Y/N). Did he hear him correctly? Did (Y/N) finally say something? He feels a small smile winding onto his face-
⧠âI know exactly where my place is!â Duri sputters indignantly. His look of shock is short lived and is soon replaced by a smirk. Itâs highly probable that heâll take a pathetic jab at redemption.
⧠Jace hates the way Duriâs eyes roam over (Y/N). He braces himself for what comes next.
⧠âIt should be sweating over you, if you know what I mean.â
⧠Great. Gross.
⧠Jace turns to Duri now, scowling at him, âYou wanna say that again? The Burn Knuckles donât hit on each other, so donât even think-â âWhatever Jace. Me and him were just gonna do some catching up~â
⧠Duri makes a crude gesture with his hands. He keeps his arm wrapped around (Y/N), who rolls his eyes and glares.
⧠(Y/N) sighs, âOr so you think. You do know that me and Jace are-â
⧠One kick- one harsh smack. Jace doesnât know what heâs doing- but whatever it is lands Duri facedown on the floor.
⧠Heâs startled by his own rashness. Stupidity really is contagious. He frowns down at Duri but doesnât move anymore. âLike I said. Burn Knuckle members like you arenât allowed to hit on their superiors.â
⧠He turns to embrace the startled and disappointed stares from Woong and (Y/N) (respectively)
⧠But naturally, Duri needs to have the last word. Like all PTJ small fries, he wants to sign his death certificate a little early.
⧠âThat stupid hierarchy is never gonna get you laid,â he grumbles.
⧠Jace turns and throws all his weight into the kick-
⧠Blocked.
⧠(Y/N)�
⧠(Y/N) has his arms outstretched in a block, giving Jace an unreadable stare. He sighs, releasing the second-in-commandâs foot.
⧠â(Y/N)-â âThatâs gonna leave a bruise.â
âââ
⧠Jace is sitting with (Y/N) a little latter. He still feels a pang of frustration when he remembers the little situation⊠as well as guilt for hitting (Y/N).
⧠(Y/N) rolls up his sleeves, looking over his arms quietly. Based on his eerie calmness, Jace can assume that thereâs a pretty large bruise forming.
⧠Despite the knowing of guilt, Jace is a tad bit grateful for the intervention. He knows (Y/N) only stopped him for the sake of his dignity.
⧠âYouâre not normally so passive-aggressive,â (Y/N) comments nonchalantly.
⧠âI know⊠Iâm sorry.â Jace rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, feeling a touch of color flare in his cheeks.
⧠He promises to help ice it, and assures (Y/N) that he wonât do anything like that again. He just smiles dryly and waves it off.
⧠âYou probably wonât have the need to,â he says.
⧠Jace looks up at him, his fingers still gingerly rubbing around the bruise. âWonât have to⊠attack Duri?â
⧠(Y/N) nods, âHe p*ssed himself, apparently.â
⧠Jace knows itâs wrong⊠honest to god he feels bad⊠but he couldnât help but smirk at the thought.
(I swear Iâm sorry this entire thing is a mess. I canât decide which POV to stick to-)
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⧠In his defense, Vin had recently gotten his glasses re-tinted⊠and so he was having some trouble adjusting.
⧠But it wouldâve been nice if he didnât walk by you in some grubby alleyway. What a nuisance. He just wanted to go home, listen to some rap, and eat his onion rings.
⧠But you⊠of course⊠found yourself in a predicament. đ
⧠âYouâre just gonna stand there?â You call, back pressed against the wall as you stare lazily past the punks you apparently offended.
⧠They seem ticked that your attention is suddenly elsewhere.
⧠Vin just stares at you, silent for a moment, before shoving his hands into his pockets. âItâs not my problem.â
⧠âThey called me a d*ck-â you call. Although the familiarity of the term has nulled any offended emotions, youâre certain Vin has reserved insulting-you-rights for himself.
⧠âNot my problem,â Vin insists, pushing his glasses further up his nose.
⧠The punks continue to close in on you, throwing insults at the two of you- despite Vin being across the alley. You both ignore them.
⧠âAh- they also called Mary fat.â
⧠âStill not my problem.â
⧠âThey said Dukeâs music is better than yours-â
⧠âDid not!â
⧠âAnd they called your sunglasses âgaudyâ.â
⧠Which is followed by silence as one of the punks lowers a cigarette bud towards your cheek. You donât flinch, staring past his shoulder at Vin.
⧠You wait in anticipation for Vin to say something. Anything. Youâre so intent on seeing his reaction you hardly notice the burning sensation of the cigarette nearing your skin.
⧠âNo they didnâtâŠâ Vin mumbles. He adjusts his stance- and now youâre sure he isnât going to abandon you.
⧠âWould you freaks shut up?!â The punk rolls his eyes in exasperation, pulling the bud away from your face and turning to Vin.
⧠âOr do you have somethinâ you wanna say too?â The delinquent flicks the cigarette to the side, staring your knight-in-shining-armor up and down reproachfully.
⧠You inwardly moan. Vin has lots of things he wants to say. Itâs best not to get him started.
⧠âYou talk too much,â Vin answers, and begins strutting forward.
⧠You crack your knuckles, relieved you wonât have to take them all on your own.
⧠âAnyway this is a waste of my time- so letâs just go (Y/N).â He shoves his hands deeper into his pockets, not at all prepared for the slap.
⧠Yes. A petty, weak, girlish, slap.
⧠A slap that knocks his sunglasses askew. You freeze.
⧠âHey,â you call loudly, watching as their heads swivel towards you. âDonât look at him. Say anything and I-â
⧠The loud noise of bones cracking interrupts you-
⧠Vin goes rampant, giggling and grinning like a school girl. Oh hell. You shrug and get into your own fighting stance. âWell I guess heâll kick your asses anyways- so nevermindâŠâ you mutter.
⧠Those stupid glasses. Distorting his vision all the time. EvenâŠ
⧠In fights.
⧠You feel numbness tingling through your arms as you avoid another swing of your opponents arm. Reaching up with a strike of your own, you manage to punch him in the ribs for a KO.
⧠Youâre so focused. Vin is so distracted.
⧠You scan the two other guys already beaten to the ground, and look up to see Vin walking towards you victoriouslyâ
⧠But instead heâs charging you with arms at the readyâ âWAIT VIN-!â
⧠He stops mid-swing⊠but only after heâs felt his skin contact with yours.
⧠The force sends you backwards into the wall. Nausea and dizziness begin bubbling in your body.
⧠You feel your knees buckle and your eyes crossing, and the pounding of your heart is auditable in your ears as you nurse your numb jaw.
⧠Meanwhile Vin just stands there in shock, calling you names while asking insincerely if youâre okay.
⧠âYou canât blame me cuz you were in the way you little sh*t! Ugh⊠f*ckâŠâ he mutters.
⧠Youâre calm while he rambled, but your patience begins to thin as he continues insisting the blame was all on you.
⧠âVinâŠâ you say calmly. âWould you shut the hell up. If it werenât for your stupid glassesâŠâ
⧠-He gawks in surprise
⧠âThen I wouldnât have a concussion. Or a nose bleed,â you snap.
⧠Thereâs silence. Your face is illuminated by the blue light of your phone as you search for the Urgent Care nearby.
⧠ââŠThat does look pretty bad.â Finally. He has the decency to be a little sincere.
⧠Vin leans in closely, trying to catch your eye. While you avoid eye contact, you are perfectly in tune with his movements.
⧠âIâm taking you to my place,â Vin huffs with a smirk, seemingly trying to redeem himself as he shoves his hands into his pants.
⧠âI thought you didnât care earlier,â you answer, still scrolling on your phone. Only half-listening.
⧠Then his bulky arm wraps around your torso, and he scoops you over his shoulder.
⧠âŒïž
⧠Not good for the nausea or dizziness.
⧠But anywayâŠhe did carry you to the Urgent CareâŠ
⧠Where he blatantly denies bruising you up, and even laughs a little. (Okay- he does feel a little guiltyâŠ)
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⧠â(Y/N)-â âIâm not closing my eyes.â
⧠Thereâs no way youâre letting Warren take them all by himself.
⧠Itâs just not happening.
⧠He seems to know. Heâs fine with you fighting, as long as he isnât there to worry over you. He canât get over the urge to intervene and protect you until the fight is over. Thatâs always been the case.
⧠âYou let Eli fight,â you remind him, turning to face away from him and towards the crowd of delinquents. âYouâre not (Eli. Thatâs) different.â
⧠Youâre not different than Eli? Well then, youâll take that as a yes⊠even if you do inwardly know what he was trying to say.
⧠Your shoes slap against the floor as you walk through puddles of water. The day is overcast, just like Warrenâs mood.
⧠Soon enough the blood mixes with the water.
⧠The man spits out a tooth as you throw an elbow into his jaw. Your clenched fists shake like leaves as you deliver a kick into his back.
⧠Itâs loud- but you canât even hear the shouts of grunts of the fightâŠ
⧠Just the ringing in your ears. The adrenaline pump doesnât help⊠it just gives you endurance and an animalistic will to withstand the blows. It doesnât help you make decisions, or strike properly.
⧠âWarren-!â You feel your heart beating in your ears.
⧠Warren is smart in his own way. But once his mind is shrouded with concern, heâll do anything to plow a path straight to you.
⧠Oh? You were just trying to draw his attention to the guy making a lame attempt at a âsneak attack?â
⧠Nevermind thenâŠ
⧠But as it starts winding down and all thatâs left are the decently-difficult fighters⊠Warren feels his heart lurching out of his chest.
⧠âGotta help (Y/N)âŠâ he thinks to himself. And the thought replays. Over and over. âThe mighty Warren Chae wonât let him get hurt...â
⧠(Y/N)âŠ. (Y/N)âŠ.
⧠YouâŠ.
⧠âYou-!?â Slam
⧠Warren didnât mean to loose focus and body slam you into the wallâ but he didâ
⧠âYouâreâŠ(good?I didnât see you) in the way! (Sorry!)â His words slur thickly and he skips a few while heâs at it.
⧠Your vision feels fuzzy. Your body feels hot as he presses his rough hands against your neck. But as your heartbeat slows back to normal, and the adrenaline boost wears off, you come to face reality.
⧠The fight isnât over.
⧠âIâm fine Warren,â you assure him calmly. âBut donât get distracted-â
⧠âThen listen to me,â he says firmly. Ignoring the oncoming kick directed at him, he leans (down/up) towards you. âClose your eyes.â
⧠He forces your body into a sitting position on the ground. Your hands shake slightly as you hold your sore shoulder. Your eyes are squeezed shut.
⧠You keep quiet and try to block out the disturbing noises. Shouts of agony, the snapping of bones. It doesnât bother you as much when youâre fighting together⊠but knowing Warren is going rampant makes you uneasy.
⧠âOkay⊠open your (eyes).â
⧠Warren is already kneeling beside you, brushing his calloused hands around your torso to (take off your jacket and) lift off your shirt.
⧠You feel the cold slap of breeze against your skin đš đ
⧠Warrenâs droopy eyes look a mixture of sad-dog and irritated-cat. How could he mistake you for the enemy?
⧠Guilty⊠frustrated⊠concerned.
⧠He rubs his rough palm against your shoulder. His thumb pad traces circles around the large bruise thatâs forming.
⧠The longer you sit there, the darker the bruise seems. And itâs making Warren a little paranoid.
⧠âItâs getting worse-â he mumbles.
⧠âIâll be fine.â
⧠âIâll treat it back home.â
⧠âAlright⊠take me to bed I guess.â
⧠ââŠâ
⧠A pause.
⧠âBed rest. I meant. Not really like that.â
⧠ââŠI was gonna say. Iâm not sure if youâre up for that.â
⧠Yeah. Itâs time to shut up.
⧠Is Warren sad? Yes. Guilty? Yup. Frustrated? Very. Itâs never happening again. Youâll probably never be allowed throw a punch in his presence ever again.
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⧠Magami curls his toes into the sticky martial arts mats that line the floor. Even though itâs night outside, the training room is still illuminated by tube lights overhead.
⧠Practicing his karate, even when the room is empty and less stuffy, still feels constructing in the mask. Itâs still not as bad as it is in the arena.
⧠He practices the fluid motion of his kick again.
⧠Then the movement of his strike.
⧠He hears the door creak open. Kenta swears that if Nomen tries to interrupt him with some annoying sh-
⧠A best of silence passes as he distances himself from the sandbag. Maybe it wasnât Nomen after all.
⧠But then thereâs a voice that sounds out-
⧠Magami feels the blood rushing to his face- and without thinking he swings his leg for an ushiro geri-
⧠Slam.
⧠He feels his foot connect with wood, snapping through the barriers and splitting the cypress in half. His pulse remains sickeningly fast as he straightens and turns to face the back.
⧠He was right. It wasnât NomenâŠ
⧠Instead, Tanuki - you - stands rigidly behind him, cupping your face and the shattered splinters of wood.
⧠He broke your mask.
⧠âItâs just me, DarumaâŠâ you say quietly, still standing stiff and in shock. You stare at him with half of your face naked and exposed while dragging your finger across your damp cheek. Blood. Youâre bleedingâŠ
⧠âDonât get in my way again.â Thatâs his reply.
⧠His voice is deep and muffled. A better mask for his emotions thatâs the actual mask that he wears. You can tell, out of perceptiveness, that heâs a bit flustered.
⧠His brows are drawn together tightly and his lips purse from behind his disguise. He feels his heart hammering in his chest. Why Tanuki� Of all people.
⧠You tuck your free hand into your pocket, removing the remains of your mask with the other with calm precision, nodding understandingly.
⧠âI was coming to tell you how late it was,â you drawl.
⧠This is why Kenta thinks you can be an annoying prick. You stand there in such a relaxed pose, voice drawing reactions out of Kenta he has no control over.
⧠His eyes are wandering. Tanuki (you) was always more appealing to Kenta than the others, to an extent.
⧠âHow late is it?â He asks.
â§Tanuki wasnât as annoying as Nomen, and he carried a conversation better than Hyottoko. Hanyya was always accompanied by Nomen, so that was a no-go. And Tanuki was much less obnoxious than Shiba Inu.
⧠âThe circus is starting in an hour. Itâs that late.â
⧠His eyes wandered up from your dress shoes, your suit pants⊠and flickered over that iconic, unmistakable bulge that earned you the Tanuki alias; across his chest and up to your cheek.
⧠Kentaâs attention was fixated on your cheek. With the mask no longer covering your face, he could see your features for the - third time?
⧠And your cheek, he notices, is bleeding.
⧠âYouâre gonna form a bad bruise if you donât ice that,â he remarks all of a sudden.
⧠He moves to unbutton his suit and change into the convict clothes. Keeping his focus away from you.
⧠âOhâŠâ you murmur from behind him. Even without looking, Kenta knows youâve begun touching your cheek gingerly again. âWell it doesnât matter. Itâs always covered up anyway.â
⧠Kenta doesnât feel as guilty about it as he does embarrassed. And itâs not really- embarrassment⊠just- he just feels flustered. Actually, at this point he isnât sure how he feels.
⧠âIce it.â This time itâs not a warning, but a command.
⧠âI will⊠I will. Afterwards. You need help-?â
⧠At this point, Magami is convinced Tanuki could pull off any pose and turn him on. He feels riled up and agitated as you lean to help unfasten a particularly stubborn button.
⧠ââŠDonât be a d*ck, Tanuki.â
⧠ââNo thanksâ wouldâve sufficed.â
⧠You proceed to unfasten his shirt anyway. Kentaâs face remains impassive, but he wonât deny his gratitude for the mask policy right now đ«Ł.
⧠He stares at the bloody, darkening splotch on your cheek. Unmistakably the result of his kick. He also notes that you look good without the mask.
⧠Once he slides out of his shirt and into the bright orange one, he brings up his finger to tap harshly against your face.
⧠âWell, ice it soon.â
⧠He starts unfastening his pants. As he bends down, he canât help but sneak glances at your limp bulge tucked away in your own slacks. He really disgusts himself sometimes. But youâre so damnably attractive, itâs almost annoying.
⧠Rephrase: it is annoying.
⧠You adjust your stance, shifting your weight from leg to leg and crossing your arms. Damn you. Kenta almost chokes.
⧠âWill do,â you chuckle.
⧠âDonât make me kick you again.â
⧠âDarumaâŠâ
Cough- cough⊠âïž ( ͥ° ÍÊ ÍĄÂ°)
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⧠âDonât wander off too far boo~â
⧠âGooâŠâ
⧠You feel a little exasperated. As Goo Kimâs secret friend, youâd think heâd treat you more like an equal. Or at least have confidence in your capabilities.
⧠And how did you end up being singled out as his âdearly belovedâ anyway?
⧠As you land another hit on some poor punkâs ribs, you feel your promise ring scrape his skin and draw blood.
⧠So⊠seeing as youâre wearing that ridiculous price of jewelry⊠you sort of already know how that story ended.
⧠But it doesnât matter. Youâre tying to stay level-headed as you fight, and your âfuture spouseâ being obnoxious isnât soothing your nerves.
⧠In fact, you canât recall a single time fighting with Goo was therapeutic. So I guess this isnât anything different from the norm.
⧠âWhatâs for dinner?â You ask boredly. You sink into your toes and dodge a wild swing, kicking the kid in the gut.
⧠âWhatever you feel like babe!â Goo replies energetically as he finishes bashing in some heads.
⧠âI could go for some bird meat,â you muse quietly as a new onrush of guys heads your way. Itâs a wonder than Goo hears you.
⧠âOoh- okay! How about chicken?â
⧠âPass. Turkey?â
⧠Goo swings a crowbar around expertly, a more focused expression on his features. He takes a moment to reply. âNah⊠I hate the flavor.â
⧠âOkay, how about-â
⧠âDuck!â
⧠Whack.
⧠ââŠOr just⊠embrace it I guess. You look hot either way, babe.â
⧠âKim⊠remember our conversation about clear communication?â
⧠âUh huh? But I did warn ya!â âWe were literally talking about birds.â
⧠You snap a guys wrist without even looking, glaring (up/down) at Goo.
⧠The rest of the fight you ignore him. Your expression remains neutral afterwards as he takes you to the urgent care.
⧠âAt least it hit you in the shoulder!â
⧠âYeah- I wonder where it wouldâve hit me if I had ducked.â
⧠âStop being all calm and angry at me boo! Itâs creepy!â
⧠ââŠAlright. Whatever Goo.â
#Lookism#Looking x reader#Male reader#x male reader#male reader insert#lookism x male reader#lookism x reader#lookism x you#lookism x y/n#goo kim#Lookism goo#kim joongoo#Magami Kenta#Kenta Magami#lookism workers#zack lee x reader#Zack Lee#lookism manhwa#lookism webtoon#vasco x reader#Vasco#Basco#euntae lee#euntae lee x reader#jake kim#lookism fic#lookism hc#warren chae x reader#warren chae#vin jin
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Hi! This is a sort of weird question, but Iâm writing a sci fi /fantasy book with two disabled main characters:
1. Cove is twelve years old and has something along the lines of Williams syndrome (possibly that, possibly Down syndromeâstill deciding). Heâs mildly intellectually disabled and has low muscle tone + an unspecified heart problem (which is stable but he still gets regular checkups for it). His power is turning into a giant at will. He might have PTSD for reasons that are potentially triggering, so I wonât go into details ^^â He really likes the ocean and spicy food, and hates people staring at him or judging him
2. Lucas is sixteen and uses a wheelchair full time due to cerebral palsy. His hands tend to shake a lot too. His power is turning into a Sphynx cat. Heâs a trans guy. Idk what he would like or dislike yet tbh, but I picture him dressing in black clothes a lot
My question is thisâwhat are some ways these charactersâ powers could like interact with their disabilities? So far I have that overusing his giant power could possibly put strain on Coveâs heart. and if Lucas wants to move around independently in his cat form, heâd probably need one of those animal wheelchairs for his back legs?
Alsoâ is there anything else I need to consider while I write this story?
Iâm not trying to get you to do all the brainstorming for me btw! I hope it doesnât seem like that ^^â Iâm just looking for other peopleâs thoughts and input-
Hi!
I think that the powers you gave them are very cool! Often with disabled superpowered characters there's the trope of always having the ability be fundamentally connected with their disability. Someone shapeshifting into a cat is awesome!
The concept of Cove's transformation putting pressure on his heart is very realistic (if you can say that about shapeshifting, lol)! Both Down and Williams Syndrome come with cardiac problems, so you won't need to change that if you decide to switch the exact disability. I'm thinking that maybe he could try to slowly turn giant, rather than instantaneously? I imagine that turning back to being normal-sized could also cause some issues. I'm unsure if that's a part of your story, but I think that having his family worry about him transforming because of his heart would be realistic as well. Wouldn't really classify it as infantilization because he's twelve, and I know that a lot of parents of children with DS are extremely cautious around the cardiovascular problems (not sure about Williams Syndrome here, but I think it would make sense as well)! You mentioned PTSD, and while I don't see anything wrong here from what you said, I would just urge you to not have some weird "PTSD flashback = turns giant and extremely violent" (violent being the key word here) kind of scene. (If you have PTSD yourself then feel free to do whatever you want of course). But I think that him becoming bigger when he feels threatened as a defense mechanism of sorts would make sense.
For Lucas, I think that the idea of shapeshifting from a wheelchair user to a wheelchair using cat goes incredibly hard. As for the ways that it could interact with his cerebral palsy: if he has issues with his arms then he would use the wheelchair a bit differently. In the kitty wheelchair the whole energy comes from the forelimbs, so if his hands shake then he would be much more wobbly as a cat than as a human. I'm not sure whether cerebral palsy in kitties is a thing, but you can look up cats with cerebellar hypoplasia. It's not the same thing but causes some similar symptoms! For example, the lack of balance that Lucas could have due to shaky limbs.
In my opinion your story sounds great! If you have any more questions with more specific details, feel free to send another ask :)
Sorry for the late answer! I hope this helps!
mod Sasza
#mod sasza#potato-head-kids#cerebral palsy representation#intellectual disability representation#fantasy species#wheelchairs#ptsd representation
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25 Days of Life Day: Day 9 - Life Day Pranks with Delta Squad
Summary: You and Scorch play a prank on Boss, it doesn't go well.
Pairing: (Sorta) Delta Squad x gn!Reader
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Implied that they're all into the reader, Grumpy!Boss, Rude!Vau mentioned, slight angst
A/N: I KNOW this is SO late lol. BUT the urge to do a part two eventually is SO strong. Anyway, it's still the holiday season at least, and I'm going to take the course of the winter to do these so maybe it'll help with my seasonal depression? Idk anywayyyy here we go.
You and Scorch have spent all day wrapping the ship as a little prank just for Boss. Sev had said if you pranked him, him being Sev, heâd kill you. But he had slightly smiled when he said it, so you knew he wasnât serious. Youâre Sevâs only soft spot. But Boss⊠Boss is a hardass. Youâve never even seen the man smile.Â
âA little higher.â You call up to Scorch as he hovers over the ship with his jetpack.
âGot it, cyarâika.â Scorch calls back down to you as he flies up a bit higher and tapes the final piece of wrapping paper over the top.Â
It was perhaps the greatest prank any squad has ever come up with. And youâve seen the goofy pranks of the 501st. Theyâre pretty good⊠but this? Classic.
âBoss is gonna kill you, you know.â Sevâs deep voice purrs to you as Scorch lands.
You and Scorch glance at each other with a grin and both say, âWorth it.âÂ
Sev just shakes his head and joins Fixer on the crates. You and Scorch attempt to find something else to keep you busy until Boss comes back from whatever heâs doing.Â
An hour later, Boss comes walking into the hangar, his helmet in one hand and looking down at the datapad in the other. And he nearly drops both when he looks up at the ship.Â
âHAPPY LIFE DAY, BOSS!â You grin.
âTake it down. Now.â Boss stares at you.Â
Your grin falters slightly and Sev notices. Nonetheless, you try to keep your cool.Â
âOh, come on Sarge. Itâs-â Scorch starts but Boss silences him with a glare.
âDefacing GAR property is your idea of a prank?â He stares down at you, angrily.
âI think if itâs able to be taken down, it doesnât count as defacing, right?â You start, crossing your arms.
Honestly, heâs taking it worse than you expected, which is almost a little embarrassing. Youâd expected him to just roll his eyes and shake his head. Dammit⊠Sev is going to give you such a hard time.Â
âMaybe if you spent as much time working on your medical skills as you do these silly pranks with Scorch, youâd-â Boss starts to fire off but Sev steps in between the two of you, backing his brother up.
âGo get something to eat, Boss. Weâll clean this up.â Sev mumbles and you look at him, wide-eyed.
Youâve never been yelled at by Boss before. In fact, this broodiness seems a little out of character even for him.Â
But still, you canât help that your feelings are hurt. And you definitely canât help the lump in your throat or the slight tremble of your bottom lip. You donât notice the hard stare that Sev is giving the sergeant as you go and start to pull the wrap down off the ship. And you also donât notice the disapproving shake of Fixerâs head as Boss walks past him.Â
See, what you donât realize is all of these Delta lads really care for you in their own way. Especially Sev, who more than cares about you, but doesnât know how to tell you.Â
âLemme help, cyarâika...â Sev murmurs as he ignites his jetpack and flies up to the top of the ship, ripping the wrapping paper down until it all falls over you, making you laugh.Â
He smiles down at you, bright teeth and all. Something you donât see often. But he loves the sound of your laugh. They all do.Â
Fixer and Scorch come and scoop all of the paper and toss it into a bin across the hangar.Â
âDonât let Bossâ grumpy ass get you down.â Sev tells you.
âYouâre one to talk.â Scorch teases as he walks by.
Sevâs middle finger goes up, making Scorch crack up. You laugh with him, but then realize that youâve seen Boss this grumpy before. When Vau chewed him out really bad and made him feel lesser than.Â
âOhâŠâ You murmur. âIâll catch you guys at dinner. I gotta go do something.â
âAlright.â Sev nods, watching you walk briskly toward the barracks.Â
When you reach your barracks, the doors slide open and you find Boss standing over the desk by the window overlooking the Kaminoan Sea. Heâs looking down at his data pad, but slightly lifts his head when the doors open, barely acknowledging you.
âAre you okay?â You approach him, slowly.Â
He grunts out a âyeahâ and you know you should leave it at that, that you shouldnât meddle. Heâs never been forthcoming with his emotions before, why would he now?
âWhatever Vau said to you today⊠doesnât define you, Boss⊠Youâre⊠a really great leader. I wouldnât rather follow anyone else.â You look down at your feet. âI know heâs unnecessarily hard on you. But youâre better than him.âÂ
âYou donât know what youâre talking about.â He murmurs.
When you look up, heâs turned around looking down at you. You go warm under his stare, probably from embarrassment from earlier.Â
You shrug, standing your ground, though. âWhat I said is still true.â
His eyebrows go up ever so slightly. Youâve made it weird, you realize that now.Â
âAnyway⊠I just⊠wanted to tell you that.â You murmur and start to turn to leave.
âIâm⊠sorry about earlier.â He tells you, making you pause to look at him again.Â
Heâs looking at you with a softness, an almost sheepishness.Â
âThanks.â You smile, softly.Â
He nods. âYouâre a great medic⊠Wouldnât rather have anyone else stitch me up.â
Your chest tightens at his kind words. Two times today heâs been uncharacteristic.Â
âLetâs eat.â You nod to the door.
He looks back at his holopad.Â
âDoctorâs orders.â You smile, making his chest tighten.Â
âSure thing, Doc.â He smiles slightly for the first time since youâve known him and you feel like it could be a Life Day miracle.
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OKAY NOW THAT IM FINALLY FREE PREPARE FOR MY ASKS TO STEADILY FLOW IN BECAUSE YOU GET MEâąïž was having thoughts about waking up to cĂ©cile thanks to your artwork (other things were going on that didnât involve sleeping anndkss) but idk something about the softness of that vs him is justâŠit does something to me okay
also having thoughts about him fighting the urge to look at you in a certain way while you interact with gael
also having thoughts about taking advantage of him being off duty
and your tags on my fic meant sooo much to me, thank you again Iâm so happy you liked it, talking to you about him made me think how important picking up on his body language would be for your mental sanity, and youâd have to be damn good at it too
no literally!!!! waking to cĂ©cile KILLS ME BECAUSE OF THAT ONE ASKKKK đđđđđđđ
nsfw mention in the last paragraph
WHAT DO YOU MEAN CĂCILE DOESN'T SLEEP THE WHOLE NIGHT BECAUSE HE'S TOO ENAMOURED BY THE VULNERABILITY YOU'VE SHOWN HIM BY FALLING ASLEEP IN HIS BED AND THE VULNERABILITY YOU'VE PRIED OUT OF HIM FOR EVEN LETTING YOU BETWEEN THE SHEETS?????? OR MAYBE HE'S SCARED AS IN SO VERY SCARED OF THE WAY YOU'VE DESTROYED HIM BEYOND REPAIR BECAUSE NOW THAT HE'S HAD YOU HE'S GONNA KEEP WANTING YOU TILL HE HAS ALL OF YOU AND THAT THOUGHT IS MORTIFYING TO THE CLOSED, HOLLOW HEART OF HIS??? OR MAYBE HE HASN'T SLEPT NEXT TO SOMEONE IN SO LONG THAT THE FEELING OF YOUR BODY IS TRULY FOREIGN TO HIM AND HE CAN'T HELP BUT LEARN ALL OF YOU EVEN WHEN, OR ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU'RE ASLEEP????????????? WHAT THA FARRKKKKK i think the first night with cĂ©cile is gonna be đŻđ»đźđȘđŽđ because he's denied you for so long that he just... snaps. he snaps and he'll have you no natter what. but after the sex, after the passion? he's angry, shockedâ scared. what have you done to him? and he has to get up early in the morning because he can't stand the thought of you seeing him like this past the lust BUT HE STAYS ANYWAYS UNTIL YOU WAKE UP. IM SICK. IM FUCKING SICK. RAVENSTAR DEVS ARE YOU HAPPY TO SEE ME CRY?? CĂCILE IS ALL DRESSED AND CLEANED UNTIL YOU WAKE UP AND KNOWING ACTS OF SERVICE IS SEWN INTO HIM, HE MIGHT HELP YOU FRESHEN UP BEFORE HE GOES OFF TO WORK. HE'LL SAY IT'S BECAUSE HE DOESN'T WANT ANYONE TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED BETWEEN YOU TWO WITH YOUR ' GRAVE INABILITY FOR DECORUM' AND MAYBE SO BUT CĂCILE, FOR ALL HIS CUTTING FORTHRIGHTNESS, HAS THINGS HE CAN NEVER ADMIT. SO HE'LL ALLOW HIS GAZE TO LINGER ON YOU BEFORE HE GOES BACK TO FIGHTING OFF AN UNBIDDEN DESIRE (DESIRE? LUST? NEED? HE DAREN'T THINK OF THE OTHER DIRTIER WORD BEGINNING WITH 'L')
ahem. pardon my french i got a little carried away! also a certain way goes so many ways here LOL i think for the most part he'd just be looking at you like you're a roach buzzing around gael. his master is a respectable and noble man and you're... you đ€šđ€šđ€š unfortunately he can't let his face do all the talking because believe it or not, gael doesn't want his bodyguard to stare murderously at his guest.
the other way is the one that screams with conflict. again i really have to know what cécile thinks of his love for mc in relation to his love for gael because i have no doubt that even when you reach the end goal and become cécile's world, gael is still gonna mean so so much to him. at that point, would he sacrifice everything else for you? yes. but he knows the world includes gael too and it's a part of him nothing, and i mean nothing can heal. what im trying to say is; does cécile feel even more pained, looking at you when you're standing right next to his master only in name, now? can he stand to look honestly at gael when the bane of existence and the recipient of all his need makes things so fucking difficult? he has never been on gael's level, and for good reason.
he has no right to ask for gael's forgiveness nor understanding - even though gael would forgive him in every life time like jesus willingly kissed judas - but he can't help but... need to know. just this once, the loyal hound strays and he's sorry. he's so, so sorry. please know (yes, i know) that he did not go willingly (of course you did, and it's okay), that he will always love gael (i have no doubts about that, but it's about time you have a love to call your own, now - a master and a pet only for you).
and he can't help it, the smaller feeling crawling underneath his skin. that the exact same master he loves so dearly could treat you better than cĂ©cile could by milesâ gael could sweep you off your feet, and cĂ©cile wouldn't even be angry.
also sorry but 'taking advantage of him' while he's off duty snapped me out of my angsty mindset and immediately got me huffing like a dog. heartbreak time over, we're pulling cĂ©cile into a bathroom stall to suck that dick till it's blue and black before sending him off again đ€·
#lost in limbo#lost in limbo cĂ©cile#cĂ©cile lost in limbo#lost in limbo vn#sighhhhh#i want him. so bad#also it really was my pleasure your writing is fabulous and i can't wait to see what you'll cook in the future <3 /gen#cĂ©cile eyefucking you so hard that you tell him you might catch a cold if he keeps undressing you with his eyes#and he can only narrow them in a mix of irritation and desire#cĂ©cile usually rubbing his hands on the norm but when with you he literally clenches his fists all the time#IM STILL INSANE ABOUT WHAT YOU WROTE OK THAT'S HOW YOU KNOW IT'S GOOD#WDYM HIS LEGS PARTED AND HIS PALM HAD TO REST ON HIS THIGH COME BACK HEREEEE đđđ·đ·đ· /pos
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If you could say something to all TSAMS characters, what would you say?
BLOODMOON (old): bro if only you didnt fuck up and tease the living hell outta sun you couldve had a sick family whod help you and love you. they did you so fucking dirty like you actually had potential to be good with your LOVE FOR THE CALM when the bloodmoon was up, when you say nobody gets you my god you couldve been such a cool fucking brother for them.
BLOODMOON (new): You were fucked from birth when ruin made you. bro wasnt even give the coding to be able to change, to eat foods, and to just be a fucking dog for everyone despite you not admitting to it. you couldve sucked up your urges and you wouldnt have to be alone but no your coding fucked you up from the start and ended up alone in the end i pity you, bitch. rest in hell with your brother also bloodmoon i think youre fucking funny you couldve been such a cool character to be their brother bro if only your thick headed skull of yours could comprehend shit and not succumb to your blood and murder addiction
Sun: You should stop shaking and shivering in fear and do somefuck about your brother it pains me to see him get replaced like that- and fuck old moons back yet you dont have the backbone to stand up against him when he yells hits or berates you fucking do better sun smh
moon: do better youre slowly going back to your old ways bro like stop forcing sun to do shit he dosent want or yell at his face or be a bitch bro
nexus: respectfully go to therapy and do fucking better bro i cant believe youd do that to your family AND solar??? i know you broke down and are probably in some psychotic break holy shit (i pity you honestly) but fuck man its so rough seeing you struggle and isolate yourself like this- fuck even going as far as to lobotomizing yourself...i hate how hirt you are rn and i hate how youre also hurting people fucking shit
solar: God im glad youre back and shit but i feel pity for you- of course theyd put you right into work- of course youd drown yourself into your work..youre mourning your best friend i understand but please dont give up on him so fucking easily like how his family did- solar cmon man nexus loves you bro..dont kill him right away...
lunar: Ngl i used to really like you but now you just break my heart- idk when you said "nexus and i werent ever close" that fucked me up cause nexus did and tried everything to get close to you- he wanted to keep you safe helpef you in any troubles you might have and you just spit in the guy in the end- and not yo mention how you seem to push solar away as well-- dont tell me you arent close to him too after what solar does for you? you feel really cold lunar
eclipse: Eclipse, bestie please gtfo of puppets grasp you deserve to leave and live your life without a fucking burden on your hands bro- it must be annoying. Also i hope you make more friends.
earth: Wtf happened to your caring nature?
jack: my precious pomerianian puppy!!!! yourr so cool and awesome with your weapons and agility do you wanna play fight with me kiddo? i bet you cant beat me in a tussle!
dazzle: Hiiiii wanna go out to the markets and buy some banaynays and froot? we can bring jack with you honey :3
kill code: be a better father lol like goddamn and why didnt you fight for ur life when bm killed you? didnt you WANT to live a nice life? ffs kc
flare: Slay babe you did nothing wrong imo rest in heaven
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if ur curious abt the dans that i mentioned here's a post explaining them yippee
split core is an au sort of based in the doppelganger au--its a branch-off of it really--where clockwork wasnt happy with dan's progression and decided to teach him a lesson by splitting his core into the vlad and danny halves--red and green. however, a third core had formed over time--the dark core--and a third dan came out with them who was just the personification of all his bitterness and hatred. they looked like this (and forgive the old art i need to draw them again soon)
and yall know doppelganger dan. hes just the redeemed dan from my doppelganger au/comic lol. he came back for revenge after TUE's events, but he was captured and (forcefully) rehabilitated by the fentons, mostly jazz. then his timeline's vlad showed up thanks to danny and threw him for a loop, but it ended up being what he needed to truly get better! also then later valerie showed up and things got complicated lol. this is him in case youve forgotten
i mentioned "apprentice dan" and that was basically an au where dan was clockwork's apprentice! it was a way for clockwork to look after him without having him interfere with timelines by being part of them. i didnt develop this au a lot, i kind of only had a design and one shitpost comic, but i look back on it fondly. here's the art (also very old now)
and finally, my attempt at a post-agit dan... i settled with just having him be in the clone vessel FOR NOW, because i kinda vibe(d?) with the idea of him being in the vessel to be anchored to the timeline but when he goes ghost he turns into his usual ghost form! here's the vessel design i landed on
i actually just remembered i DO have two more dans from crossover aus i made in the past. how the hell did i forget saiyan dan and phantomborne dan. ESPECIALLY phantomborne dan.
here's saiyan dan first--it was a dragon ball z crossover where jack was a saiyan with amnesia which made danny a half saiyan. i cant remember exactly how i handled dan in this, but i THINK i made dan some time travel situation where he came to the past to make danny an evil saiyan (theyre both half saiyans in the au). this was him
finally...phantomborne. this was my baby au that i was kind of obsessed with for a hot minute so i absolutely cannot believe i forgot about it until now. but it was my bloodborne crossover au where danny was a half beast due to a failed blood transfusion experiment and he could transform at will. dan, however, was a full beast, and he was still danny from the future--there was time travel that i implemented using the au version of clockwork, who kind of acted as a less creepy gehrman with time powers. i think i made him responsible for the reason hunters wake up from the hunter's dream and everything has respawned, like they want back in time??? idk lol. but yeah dan is a full beast in the future bc he was never cured of his beasthood + gave into his beastly urges. he's pretty sick and uses the beast cutter weapon. here's a pic of him with danny
ok i think thats for real all of my dans now thank you for coming to my ted talk and apologies for the longass post. i hope yall had that post cutter thing turned on lol. i know i could have used a readmore but i didnt want to <3
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torn and folded .á (2/2)
đ ; ârespectfully, you're disgusting.â | đż part 1...
đč : bully!seunghan x bl reader, amab!reader
đ you loved your free time in manga reading websites, not him though, he thinks you need your senses sorted out for you, and so he would...
‷ contains: mlm pairing (this is pure fiction and is in no way
made to assume the idol's sexuality!!), angst, bullying,
homophobia towards mc (i myself have struggled with), fluff,
humor (kys/kms jokes), mention of other idol names for world
building
‷ wc: 11.2k!! (not proofread :3)
-ËË under the cut .á ââââââââââ
saxyguy1002
hey bunz
can i ask u a question
what do u do when u like someone?
bunz
whyâd u even ask if you can ask me when youâre gonna ask either way
saxyguy1002
sorry
bunz
oh
well
idk either
saxyguy1002
do u like someone rn?
You sighed, deleting what you have previously typed: you.
bunz
yes
saxyguy1002
who is it? đ
bunz
u donât even know him
idk why ur even asking
saxyguy1002
ur right
so what
ur just out being a loser all day and not do anything about it?
You could only laugh silently at your screen.Â
bunz
he hates me
saxyguy1002
ouch
sucks for u ig
bunz
kys lol
saxyguy1002
ur so sweet
dw u have me
fuck that guy
You rolled your eyes, you couldnât believe you were smiling over everything despite the somber truth behind it all.
bunz
i thought ur not gay
saxyguy1002
thatâs a conversation for another day
come on
tell me to kms
bunz
um, okay????
kys
saxyguy1002
somethingâs missing
bunz
AAAAAA HELLL
kys :3 (hope u dont wake up tomorrow)
saxyguy1002
i will :> (i have to wake up so i can actually kms)
You donât think twice before shutting down your computer the second youâve read his reply. Looking at the time, you had once again spent two hours of your night chatting. Itâs crazy how far youâve gone when it comes to talking, it would always be just about the games youâve played, sometimes complaining to each other about school. It was him whoâd start talking you into revealing more about yourself, and heâd do the same without even asking. Thatâs how you found out that he was definitely Seunghan.Â
At first, his messages made sense for the guy you saw him to be in school, then heâd change, itâs very gradual but itâs there for your eyes. Youâve played the waiting game before, longer than anyone, you just hope waiting for him would amount to something.Â
Youâd spend your next days with Matthew tailing behind you, and like what you agreed upon, you two would read that manga you were currently reading, next to each other on your phone. Somehow he got you to feel comfortable enough to stay in the library with him instead of that desolate room. Of course, heâd ask you why you liked it there, and youâd tell him everything. Despite your attempts of flailing his attention towards the manga on your phone, heâd continue to ask you if you were fine with not being in your safe space.Â
âIâm really okay.â he kept his eyes on you, as if urging you to keep talking. âFor now at least.â
âYou know, actually followed you there because I thought you were up to something bad âbut I didnât know it was you either since all I could see was your backside.â it was the first time heâd hear you laugh audibly, and heâd smile.Â
If you were being honest, you felt like you still had to keep your guard up. Heâs told you himself that heâs heard about you, probably seen you at your most piteous state. It just boggles your mind that him approaching you was purely arbitrary, and like others, he didnât care much about you being bullied before. But you gave him the benefit of the doubt, he had a life of his own and he was most probably concentrated with what he had going on in it, after all, you were mere strangers to each other.
You quickly learned that you were only spared when youâre with him, but back in your class, you still suffered the same hell.
âSeunghan, why arenât you responding at the group chat?â
Or maybe not quite the same.Â
You vowed to yourself to never let your eyes wander around without care, but you felt so anxious, you could feel it at the back of your head. With some shameful guessing, you thought you might know whose eyes it is that pricked you. You braced yourself once you stood up from your seat, hearing the bell ring for the last time that day, it was tradition for them to push you around before going home.
And they did just that. Youâd be on the floor hurrying to gather your belongings that were scattered on the floor, by chance âand because of your cluttered mindâ you looked up to the door, and Seunghan would pass by. You caught his eyes looking right into yours for a very brief moment before he completely vanished from your sight.Â
There was something about him that day, he didnât walk up to you, he didnât steal your phone and threw it around, he was just there. It was like back in middle school, you knew he could see you, but he chose to not give any of his attention.Â
saxyguy1002
aaa sorry my play was ass
i canât believe iâm bot frag
bunz
i was ass too
saxyguy1002
weâll get it next time
ig itâs not a very great idea to play with a lot of things on ur mind
bunz
same
what is it for you anyways?
saxyguy1002
iâm gonna be 18 soon
technically iâd be an adult by thenÂ
right?Â
bunz
yeah?
why ask?
r u planning to commit felonies rn be fr
saxyguy1002
no
i just wanted to beÂ
away
from my parents
bunz
oh
what is it about this time?
saxyguy1002
iâm just tired of it all
theyâre too controlling
and what for? lmaoooooooo
i feel like iâm gonna burst
i canât even pursue my dreams because of them
talking abt âyouâll end upââÂ
idc where i end up as long as itâs not with them
bunz
ykw
if ur confident enough that u can survive out there on your own
do itÂ
this is your one chance with life, do what you can to live it to the fullest
saxyguy1002
couldâve just said "YOLO and embrace your FOMO"
bunz
kill
your
self
saxyguy1002
i was totally just jk
just just kidding
enough abt me
you?
bunz
itâs the same thing pretty much
my dad would kill me if he found out
saxyguy1002
that ur gay?
nahh u have to escapeÂ
iâll help
bunz
thatâs crazy tho
u dont even know where iâm at
saxyguy1002
oh but what if i do
bunz
then u can be a private investigator
or a psycho stalker
my saesang <33
saxyguy1002
bunz stan đ
bunz
kys :3 (idk kinda hope u sleep w/o that shit in mind)
saxyguy1002
i will :> (thanks ik u want me fr)
The days that followed, you could see his messages reflecting through the way he behaved at school. He was no longer one you had to be careful around, still, he seemed to be just as indifferent towards you. Thereâd be moments where youâd catch his eyes, but in them was something you havenât seen before âor more likely, in a while. Youâd cross paths outside the classroom often, and seldom times he was in the library too, and you would try your best to see what he was doing without completely turning your head towards him. He just studied, by himself.Â
It wasnât a rare, once in a lifetime type of event, he was still quite the grade-conscious student because of his parents âheâs told you beforeâ itâs just that he was always by himself. It should be for the best, getting away from those people, maybe heâd get his old self back, maybe youâd have him back in your life. The memories you shared then weighed more than anything else in your life, and even after everything heâs said and done to you, you would continue to carry it, still missing him behind the malignant persona he had created.Â
In the meantime, you would have your usual routine with Matthew, and it immediately crossed your mind âif he had ever grown tired of these little hangouts, so you end up paying every little action, every little sound your consciousness, seeing if he was any different from the previous day. Heâd never change, there was nothing that you could see, so you granted him your trust, even if it was hard giving it away again after a long while.Â
âThe guy is crazy, donât you think? If he really loved the main character, why would he make him suffer through it?â âhe was talking about the manga you two were reading.Â
âI mean, itâs for the storyline.â you laughed at his sour face. âYou read it anyway.â
It felt wonderful to let yourself breathe in every moment, not having to hold it to block off the torturous stench of your classmatesâ perfumes. You hoped that this would last, at least until you had to graduate. He made school a bit more bearable for you.
However, with his absence, youâd shift back to your usual self, leery towards everything. Youâd go back to that room, but it would not be the same as when you left it.Â
You were that cautious boy all over again, taking light steps to the place that in your world, you owned, carrying most of what you could, even the items you knew you wouldnât need. Your eyes scanned left to right, keeping your visionâs periphery clear for any threats, or anyone who could be following you.
When you got there, you stood outside of the room for a while. It wasnât possible to peek without opening the door since the glass was blocked off by black tape âand it was probably there to keep students out. You convinced yourself that you had no reason to be nervous, it was your room, your sanctuary. You took a hold of the doorknob, very carefully turning it so that it makes very little sound. Every second that passed, youâd open it a little wider, and wider, until you could take a full view of the room.Â
âSorry.â you had turned your heel, ready to take speedy steps away from your comfort, but he who seconds ago was lax and seated, would rush towards you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you inside the room.Â
Heâd close the door, but you could only hear the sound it made, you couldnât take your eyes off him, especially when he was that close. His eyes slowly made their way to yours, you could feel your heart racing, recalling the last time you were in his proximity. He felt you subtly trying to move yourself out of his grasp, so heâd release you from it, keeping his eyes on you. When he let go of your hand, youâd look around, feeling anxious about everything. You were thinking about what he was going to do next and what he was going to say.Â
Youâd withdraw yourself from where you stood, backing away because of his sudden movements âhe had raised his hand with his palm facing the ceiling, holding it up in front of you as if he was asking for you to give him something. You were unsure of what he wanted, and he took notice of that, his other hand reaching for his nape.Â
âI didnât know youâd be back in here.â his voice was impossibly soft, you were sure you looked like you had seen a ghost. âThis was so sudden, I know.â
It was like your body had a mind of its own, and you would shake your head without being fully aware, pulling on your own fingers as your eyes went all over his face. You could feel the heat creeping up your face, so youâd look away to the side.Â
âIâm sorry.â heâd lower his hand at a painfully slow pace, still keeping his gaze at you, and soon his eyes were glossed, âFor everything.â
That day wouldnât be as bad as itâd usually be, even without Matthewâs presence. That day, old feelings would resurface, with much greater magnitude. That day, you held his hand again, and it was like the first time all over again, where you gave it your all to not give off how jumpy your heart got. The two of you were just in that room, till the last bell sounded. You were sitting on the floor against the wall near the door, and your hands would remain entwined. You were so close to each other, like how you used to be, like those times under that big tree at that old park. His hands would move towards your head again, but this time it wouldnât be to get rid of a leaf that landed on your hair, heâd lead your head on his shoulder, and his grip on your hand would be a little tighter, but somehow still gentle. You waited for him to talk, but he didnât utter another word. All you could hear was his breathing, that at some point would falter when you moved after hearing the bell.Â
âWe should go back.â your voice was as quiet as the wind, yet he felt like heâd melt from it.Â
âWe could.â heâd let his tongue swipe against his top lip before he spoke again, âBut we donât have to.â
So you didnât. You were there for hours, but somehow it still felt like very little time. You still had to ask him why he was being like that. What changed?
saxyguy1002
this is a sign
pursue your love
bunz
r u being fr
whatâs up with you?
saxyguy1002
hahahahahahahahaha
donât you ever just go
  âșïž
đđ
bunz
huh đđđđđ
saxyguy1002
yea so
iâm basically gonna risk it all now
maybe not all
not all at once
đ€
bunz
what is bro yapping about đ„đ„
saxyguy1002
howâd u find out that youâre gay?
bunz
excuse me?
saxyguy1002
serious question btw âïž
bunz
âïžđ€ well actually
ok waitÂ
serious face on
soÂ
saxyguy1002
hello?
gay ghosted
bunz
GASPED WHAT
okÂ
well
iâve known this boy for so long since we were kids typa beat and idk i never really liked any girls, i mean sure they're pretty and cute and all but i never pictured myself with any of them
but i did with this boyÂ
saxyguy1002
u have to tell me everything
bunz
kys :3 (go to sleep freak)
saxyguy1002
no :< (wait plz)
bunz
bro
saxyguy1002
thatâs crazy
bunz
what
saxyguy1002
you know who i am donât u
i know u
bunz
???
ur actually tweaking
ok fine u win
ur scaring me
go kys fr
saxyguy1002
y/n
The hand that held yours and led you back to his haven.
bunz
who
???
bro whoâs that đ
saxyguy1002
donât be like that now :((
it took me this long to realize
stupidÂ
iâm stupid
iâve told u a lot of things
even mentioned chaeyoung
that name is so awful to look atÂ
iâm sorry
bunz
seunghan
iâm gonna go
saxyguy1002
youâll come back, right?
You took a sharp inhale, deleting every single reply you had thought of and typed out. You left him on read, not really knowing what to do from then on, yet, you were so eager to find out how this night would affect tomorrow.Â
Slipping into the soft sheets, your eyes would swell with tears looking back at how he turned against you then. Your eyes would end up swollen, you felt so drained that you dreamt of nothing but the dark.Â
Your thoughts went running fast, he owed you an explanation, and you believe he could give it to you soon enough after everything that unfolded from yesterday.Â
âYou seem to have a lot in mind.â you jumped at Matthewâs query, your consciousness being drawn out of your clouded head.
âHuh?â
âYouâve been re-reading that panel for ten minutes now.â
You sighed, feeling betrayed by your cognition. You ran your fingers through your hair, thinking about how youâve been stealing glances from each other all day, and how he walked past you a little slower, mouthing âLetâs meet, room.â He had no room to be careless, he knew his sister still had her eyes on him.
âIâll be busy later, you can keep reading, you really donât have to wait for me.â you utter when your mind flies to the image of your hand in his.Â
âGot it.â you just hoped Matthew wouldnât spot you and follow you into that room again.Â
You went there after your first afternoon class, after youâve seen him leave first ânot before calling you to follow with his eyes though. The door was only slightly open when you got there, and youâd poke your head in first, before finally letting yourself in.
âSo youâre bunz.â he said once you were seated next to him. Youâd only nod at him, and once again your eyes were stuck to each other. âWhen did you figure out it was me youâre talking to?â
âIt took a while too. I had to piece together the things you were telling me. Then, like you said, you mentioned your sister.â he had to bite his lip to hold himself back from beaming, he felt as if your voice was enough to take him out of this earth.Â
âAnd I had to tell you her name too huh.â he softly laughs at himself, âI got too comfortable I guess, no wonder why.âÂ
His eyes would trail down, tracing every detail of your face, and youâd follow his eyes, wondering what lies behind the darkness of those orbs. It had driven you to finally ask him what youâve been longing to know, âWhat made you change back then?â
You swore you heard his breath hitch, and his eyes would slowly start to water. âChaeyoung. She was going to tell on me.â
His parents, now you could understand a bit more clearly. What was it that his sister had against him that sheâs got him backed up in a corner? And why did he have to add to your suffering?
âShe forced me into⊠everything.â heâd open his hand as a means to ask for yours, and youâd give it to him, âIf my parents knew, theyâd move me away.â
You stared at your clasped hands, watching his thumb lightly graze over your hand, âKnew what?â
He felt a lump in his throat forming after youâve sounded your question, and with a light squeeze to his hand, he answered, âThat my eyes are only for you. You know I like you, right?â
It was nothing but a hunch then, but you felt crazy because for others it might fall in line with the normality of some friendships. It all meant something after all.
âI always have, but it did take a while for me to grasp on it.â now he had a grasp on you. âI know what I did to you was irredeemable, but, now that weâre older, would you give me a chance?â
You looked at each other like nothing else in the world mattered, you thought everything else around you was fading into dust when you caught a glimpse of your own reflection in his eyes.
âYou donât have to answer now.â
âDo I have to answer? you got me, Seunghan.â
Before he could take another breath of air, the door would open, and there he saw your friend whose face would display shock. Youâd turn around, only to be met with Matthew whoâd soon repeatedly utter his apology before pacing away.Â
âShit. I should talk to him.â you stood up, breaking the contact of your locked hands.Â
âIâll go with you.â you stared at Seunghan for a while, taking his words into serious consideration.Â
âNo. Chaeyoung might see you.â
âI donât care. Let her see me. Iâm more than ready to run away from that house.â âthe truth is, he wasnât much prepared, but he was firm that mentally, he was ready.
âWeâre only graduating. Itâs too risky. What about the dreams you want to pursue?â your tone sounded of worry, and it made his heart weak, wanting to just run into you so you could take him in your arms.Â
âItâs you. I want to pursue you, Y/n.â his voice was a bit shaky, and it almost cracked, his eyes lured you to him, and heâd let himself melt in your embrace.Â
Youâd eventually have a talk with Matthew, but it would be the next day. He was surprised to see Seunghan following behind you. He had many questions, and they were all answered, indirectly at most. He didnât even bother asking most of what he wanted to, he could already see it from the way you looked at each other, or how close your faces were and how your hands brushed against each other, feeling too bashful to just hold one another âthough youâd argue that you were only that close because you had to whisper, you were in a library after all.
Itâs been two weeks, two weeks of exchanged glances and secret signals to meet each other in that room. Itâd be after the first week when heâd let his guard up when you were being messed with by his sister or the others, for the first time, heâd walk in between you and another guy who was causing you trouble, and heâd grab for your hand, dragging you out of the room with him. You expressed your worry, telling him that you were used to it, that he shouldnât have done that, especially when his sister was there to see everything. He told you heâd handle everything, and he did.
âAre you seriously choosing to be this stupid Hong Seunghan?â That night his sister bursts into his room with this query, evidently enraged, âYou really want me to tell mom and dad?â
âYeah, go ahead, and while youâre at it, Iâll tell them about your boyfriend too and how he fucked you into failing three of your classes.â his stare was daring her to snap back.
âYou have no proof of that, do you?â
âI can get proof if I ask him, itâs not like he knows how much of a good girl you are at home, you pretentious fuck.â
âYou canât talk to me like that!â
âOh shut the fuck up. Youâve been shit to me and Y/n ever since we were children. Grow the fuck up. Y/n didnât do shit to make your life as miserable as youâve made his.â Now he was no longer afraid.
It was only a year ago when he had thought about what he truly wanted, and then heâd realize that he was close enough to start fixing himself up, thinking of ways on how heâd go about everything, starting with moving away from his family as soon as he could âif they didnât threaten him first. He had to secure his chances, cause now he was sure that his future plans involved you.
It was quite a surprise that the torment would stop, though you would still receive glares and you could still hear them muttering under their breath, they would never get too close to you again. You were even more surprised when Seunghan had approached you at your desk, and you could see the stunned expression on the faces that scowled at you.Â
âYouâre not in trouble are you?â you quietly asked.
He places a hand on your shoulder, lowering himself to whisper to you, âIâm not, but Iâm still not sure how long this will last. Letâs talk about it in our room later.â when he rose from your ear, heâd give you a light smile, walking out of the classroom.Â
When you were back in your room, he proceeded to tell you about his plans moving forward, he also told you about the fight he had with his sister. He was quite set on what he wanted to do, wanting to get a scholarship, moving out of his parentâs house, getting a job while still attending college, and in his own words, the most important of all, to be with you along the way.Â
âBut, you know, you can tell me if you have plans that go against mine. Itâs okay, I know you have goals of your own.â but if you were being honest, you were under so much pressure and fear for the future that you didn't even know what you wanted to do with your life.Â
âI want to be with you.â It took him great effort to not close the distance between your faces right then and there.Â
But of course, it was all easier said than done.Â
Your relationship would remain the same till you graduated, following the same pattern everyday, keeping things as discreet as possible for the both of you. After graduation, you were talking to each other every other hour of the day, thoughts about the next phase of your life spilling out.
You were nervous to finally receive the results of your entrance exams for all the universities you were able to apply for, out of five, you were able to get into two, both offering scholarships.
You were high up in the clouds, thinking about preparing for college. You actually had a life ahead of you now, and you were glad that you ended up with the same boy you had started your journey with.Â
You packed your stuff nicely in an old travel bag owned by your mom, who was no longer around, not dead, just decided she had enough of your mentally abusive father. You made sure to clean very diligently, so that your dad wouldnât grumble about it after youâve left.Â
You wanted to leave this life behind you, the redundant pressure youâve pushed to yourself, just to please your father who had given you more pain than help. So that morning before you left, you made sure you were leaving for good.Â
âIâm gay.âÂ
You had expected him to throw his cup of coffee at you, but heâd just chuckle, his raspy voice made you flinch. âI know.â heâd laugh even more when he saw the expression on your face, âIâve looked through your computer. You know, thereâs really not much I can do. Youâre not hurting anyone for being with another man, so go, live your life.â
It was nothing you could have foreseen, but before you left, you just had to give him one last hug, uttering a soft little thank you.
âHe really said that?â Now you sit in a park near campus, under a tree, smaller than the one from your cherished memories, but just as beautiful.Â
âI was surprised too. Iâm not even sure if I heard him correctly.â Seunghan wrapped an arm around your shoulder, and you would do the same, wrapping an arm around his waist.
Your head laid on his shoulder, and his lie on top of it. Heâd very gently rub circles on your shoulder with his thumb, and you could feel him sigh, chest going into a labored rise and falling back with ease. âI guess we could start with your idea.â
âThe webcomic?â heâd hummed a response to your question. You sat up and faced him, your hand enclosing his own. âOur story would make for a good webcomic, donât you think?â
âHmm, youâre not wrong.â his lips would grow into a smile once heâd seen your beaming face.Â
It wouldnât take much time before he let his eyes wander down your lips, and youâd take notice of it. You beat him to it, and it was you who would close the proximity, sending heat waves throughout his entire body. When you pulled away, heâd blink a couple of times. He was only about to hold the back of your head to pull you in closer. You laughed at his bewildered face, and heâd become shy.Â
âWe can continue, my dorm room is probably empty, my roommate said heâd be out for a while.â you tell him, and heâd wear a smug grin making you cringe a little.Â
âYeah. Letâs do that.â he couldnât help but take a pause, taking in how ethereal you looked at the moment, or how soft your hair was that he found all excuses in the book just to touch it. âAnd while weâre at it, I should start making concept art, sketches and all that. Iâm gonna need a full body reference.â
Your face would wrinkle at his words, lightly pinching at his cheek. âRespectfully, youâre disgusting.â
His sweet chuckle almost made you forget you were in a public space, in a park. Though there were not many people there at that time, you were quite wary, something that would take time for you to adjust.Â
So where did your ambitions take you?
After a year of college, you were both successful in selling your webcomics to a well known publisher âyou could say you took longer than you should, given that most of your work time consisted of half-hour make-out sessionsâ and soon it would boom, and most people loved it, some were of course, a little less tolerant.Â
Other than that, Seunghan had to deal with his parents whoâd eventually find out about your relationship, and to that he replied, âWhat do you mean âshame on you for dating a gay manâ? I am gay.âÂ
Heâd make sure to add it to his bio in your favorite game.Â
21 / male and gay AND i have a boyfriend @bunzshh
Disgusting, you mean, disgustingly adorable? People could call you disgusting all they want, but itâs the twenty-first century, people should be worrying about climate change and the things that are actually causing harm to the world. Donât worry though, your story could only end on such a sweet note, and if people hated you, you still had your man (and no other).
boyfriend (legal)
fuck u
my man (and no other)
u already did like 12 hours ago???
boyfriend (legal)
ur sick
kys đ€ (come over plssss)
my man (and no other)
i will đ€ (hehehehhehehehehe open the door veronica)
End.
#riize#briize#riize fanfic#riize x reader#riize au#riize seunghan#hong seunghan#riize angst#boy's love#riize fluff
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