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Hello ! How you doing ?
I noticed that your requests are open, so i'm gonna yap about my favorite Winged Hero: Keigo !
I always think about reader being in a relationship with Hawks, but she feels like she doesn't really belong with him. He is famous, popular and very loved by his fans, meanwhile she likes to live a calm life, only talking and getting involved if someone reaches for her first.
Reader intends to break up with him, but his bird brain got a different message about it: he thinks she just needs more attention and more courting gifts.
So now reader has a collection of shiny rocks, lots of scented blankets and shirts, and a nonstop whistling Keigo around her.
I just really love the idea of Hawks tagging himself as a No refund Partner đ¤
(Feel free to ignore this, if you don't like it. Sending you lots of love, your writting is amazing đĽ°)
No Refunds!
FEATURING Keigo 'Hawks' Takami i x Reader
SUMMARY You fear that Keigo's fast-paced life is too much for you and try to take a step back, but it doesn't seem to work out that well for you. It's just too bad Keigo doesn't believe in refunds.
CONTENT WARNINGS quiet reader, hawks being a literal bird
AUTHORS NOTE hope you all enjoy more of our feather-winged hero because, based on these requests, y'all can't seem to get enough of him!
Youâd imagined this moment for weeksâa careful plan to untangle yourself from the wings of a man who seemed to live a world apart from your own. Keigoâs life was a loud one, a kaleidoscope of flashing lights, bright interviews, fans hanging on his every word and movement. You couldnât shake the feeling that he belonged somewhere out there, in the heart of the storm, while you were left holding onto calmness, craving quiet.
So youâd practiced your words, rehearsed in the mirror, hoping to explain it gently: Keigo, youâre amazing, but I donât fit into this life. You deserve someone who can keep up, who thrives under a spotlight.
But as you sat across from him in the dimly lit corner of your apartment, watching him devour his meal with an unshakable confidence, all those carefully chosen phrases began to slip away. The man was impossible to ignore, so vividly alive in his unbridled energy, his mouth curling into a familiar, teasing grin every time he caught you looking. It was like trying to capture a gust of wind in your handâthe moment you thought you had him pinned, he shifted, always a step ahead, eyes twinkling with that irreverent humor that made your heart ache.
âKeigo, I justâŚâ you began, feeling your courage falter under his steady gaze. He didnât miss a beat, his fork pausing in midair as he gave you his full attention.
âGo on,â he said, his voice low but attentive, his eyes narrowing with a glint of curiosity that warned you he wasnât going to let anything slide by unnoticed.
You took a breath, trying to anchor yourself. âI just⌠sometimes I feel like I donât really belong in your world,â you said, voice barely above a whisper.
The words hung in the air, and Keigo stared at you, unblinking, as if youâd just told him something in a language he didnât quite understand. After a moment, he let out a soft chuckle, eyes shining with that familiar, playful disbelief. âYou? Not belong with me?â He shook his head, leaning back in his seat with that cocky, amused grin that somehow melted the tension in the room. âI donât buy that, not for a second.â
Your heart twisted painfully, but before you could explain, he shifted closer, closing the space between you with the effortless grace of a hawk zeroing in on its mark. He tilted his head, studying you with an intensity that made your cheeks warm, a hint of softness underlying his typically mischievous gaze.
âListen,â he said, his voice a soft murmur, âif youâre worried about keeping up with me, donât be. You ground me, you know? Not everything has to be about the spotlight.â He leaned in, and his thumb brushed your cheek, a gentle, fleeting touch that left you breathless. âYouâre my calm in all the chaos, you know that?â
Your resolve wavered, and all you could manage was a quiet nod before he kissed your cheek, lingering just long enough to leave a warmth behind. As he left that night, your mind kept replaying that look in his eyesâa flicker of vulnerability that felt strangely out of place on him.
The next morning, you woke to find something glinting on your bedside table. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes, and there it wasâa smooth, shining rock, no larger than your thumb, with flecks of gold swirling through its charcoal-gray surface. You reached for it slowly, as if it might vanish at any moment, the unexpected gift settling warm and solid in your palm.
A small folded note rested beside it, scrawled with Keigoâs messy handwriting: Something pretty, just like you! â K
You couldnât stop the laugh that bubbled up, though it came with a pang of sadness. So this was his response? He wasnât angry or upset; instead, he left a little piece of beauty for you, something that made you feel strangely⌠cherished. As if he was whispering, See? Youâre part of my world. I want you here.
If only he left it at that..
The next morning, as you opened your front door, you found a Hawks-branded bag stuffed with the coziest-looking items imaginable. Luxurious blankets, soft enough to melt in your fingers, with colors that reminded you of his wingsâdeep crimsons and warm golden yellows. There was a plush feather-shaped pillow tucked inside, soft and inviting, as if heâd tried to bottle the feeling of his own feathers just for you.
Another note, taped to the top of the bag: For when you want a cozy night in, courtesy of your favorite Winged Hero.
In a daze, you pulled the pillow out, feeling the way it seemed to form to your touch, soft and strangely comforting, like you were holding a part of him in your hands. You couldnât help but laugh to yourself, though it was tinged with disbelief. Hawks, your Keigo, was attempting to make your space his nestâone soft corner at a time.
You werenât sure what to think. The gifts kept coming, like waves lapping persistently at the shore, never once relenting. Soon, you had a growing collection of glimmering stones, each unique in color, shape, and size. Some had ribbons tied around them, others were polished to a glassy sheen. By the end of the week, you could open your own boutique: Hawksâ Feathered Finds.
It was almost funny, in a way, how Keigoâs gift ideas seemed to expand. If the shiny stones werenât enough to convince you of his commitment, the silky blankets and cozy pillows that soon followed would certainly drive the point home.
But as much as the blankets were a nice touch, that wasnât enough either. No, Keigoâs gifts evolved in a way you hadnât anticipated. Not satisfied with just leaving inanimate reminders of himself, he began to bring his own shirts, freshly washed and scented with that clean, faintly spicy cologne that was unmistakably his. Each time he left one, it felt like he was marking his presence all over again. When you came home one day to find three different button-ups hanging over your chair, neatly folded with another noteââSo you wonât miss me too muchââyou realized how completely heâd misunderstood your meaning.
And it didnât stop there.
You started hearing bird calls, from sharp whistles to melodic chirrups, each one distinct and practiced. Theyâd come at random times during your day, clear and unmistakable, carrying across rooftops or echoing down quiet streets. Keigo would appear out of nowhere with a casual âHey,â as if he hadnât just called you over like a sparrow to its nest. Once, you looked out the window and spotted him standing on the rooftop opposite yours, watching you with that familiar spark of mischief in his eyes as he gave a gentle coo that made your cheeks flush.
Then there was the food. Keigo made it a habit to bring takeout on the evenings he knew you were working late, showing up with your favorite dishes and a grin that always promised a good story to go along with them. Heâd kick off his shoes like heâd lived there forever, settling in as if he belonged, yet somehow always a little hesitant. You could tell he was waiting, looking at you as if searching for any sign that his gifts were having an effect.
Finally, one evening after heâd tucked a particularly soft blanket around you with all the precision of a nesting bird, you couldnât help but ask, âWhat exactly are you doing, Keigo?â
He looked up from where heâd just finished arranging the folds of the blanket on your couch, his feathers twitching at your question. âWhat do you mean?â he asked, his amber eyes wide with feigned innocence.
âKeigoâŚâ you said, trying to hold back a laugh as you gestured around your apartment, now cluttered with glistening stones, colorful feathers, and shirts that still carried his scent. âYouâre⌠making a nest in my apartment.â
His wings fluttered, a small chuckle escaping as he scratched the back of his head. âGuess you could call it that.â He crossed over to where you sat, his gaze growing softer. âBut Iâm just making sure you know youâre not going anywhere.â
You shook your head, equal parts amused and bewildered. âI⌠I donât think thatâs how it works.â
Undeterred, Keigo leaned in, his head tilting down just slightly so his eyes met yours, the mischief in them mingling with something warmer, something that pulled at your heart. âMaybe not,â he murmured, his tone more serious than youâd ever heard. âBut I donât give up that easily. You donât just get to decide youâre going to leave, yâknow?â
A small pang tightened in your chest. How could someone like him, someone whose life glittered with fame and thrill, expect to keep someone like you by his side? Yet, looking into his eyes, you saw something deeper, even a little vulnerable, as his thumb traced soft circles over your hand.
âKeigo⌠Iâm notâŚâ you began, trying to find the words. âI just⌠sometimes I feel like Iâm not cut out for this, like I donât belong in this world of yours.â
He watched you for a long moment, his gaze gentle but unwavering. âSweetheart,â he said softly, his wings rustling, âyouâre not holding me back. Youâre the calm in my storm. And Iâm not about to let that slip away.â His hand tightened around yours just slightly. âBesides, I never heard any rule about âno refundsâ not applying to relationships. So guess what? Youâre stuck with me.â
You looked around, taking in the stones, the blankets, the shirtsâthis strange, feathered haven heâd created around you, like a nest meant just for the two of you. You hadnât realized youâd been dating an actual bird until now, and it hit you with a surprising warmth, a feeling that maybe, just maybe, you did belong here after all.
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What if
I like the idea of Prismo, and Scarab being latched onto each other, and rarely letting go when they get more comfortable
But what if when they have space apart like in this case they are in the same room
They are focusing on their own projects, or whatever they are doing and Prismo stops what he is doing randomly to give Scarab some quick affection
Cause I do this. Iâll be somewhat focused on something but Iâll stop for less than a minute to give my cat affection randomly, and poke her
So what if he did this. Like he kinda feels like procrastinating something, but needs to push through. So he gets randomly getting up, and walking to Scarab to like give a little kiss on the forehead, or cheek. Maybe a quick hug, and poke him a little
I just like to poke my cat sometimes. I boop her nose, poke her cheeks, poke her forehead. Earlier I poked her from her back to her head. She doesnât get mad at me for this btw. She is very calm, loving, and lets me do a lot. I give her lots of pets
I just think it would be funny I guess if Prismo just randomly pokes Scarab a few times for no reason
#thoughts#I love them so much#hyperfixation ever#I donât know if Iâm losing it or not#This is the most confusing obsession#Not because of the content but because my brain keeps trying to get away#But it hasnât ended yet#I want to think about them and squeal over them but all I can do is wait for new fan content to be made#I feel like this could get kinda sad if I keep talking about it lol#Anyway#Prohibitedwish#prohibited wish#scarab x prismo#prismo x scarab#pwish#random thoughts#shipping#Scarab#scarab the god auditor#Prismo#prismo the wishmaster#could also apply to Jake#would probably be even more like how I treat my cat#lil rant#my mind feels like static rn or maybe thatâs just my headphones#my post
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the hatzgang are drawn with disgustingly big heads and im tired of hiding it.
seriously the shapes are so clashing and dont fit together at all (not to mention, inaccurate?? super inaccurate)
robert looks like a thumb. his head is shaped like a thumg LOOK AT THIS SHIT.
HIS FACE IS AN OVAL YOU ASSHEADS!!!
#ranting#spooky month#robert spooky month#the hatzgang#HOW DO YOU GUYS FUCK UP THE MOST SIMPLE DESIGN#him in the newer episodes looks absolutely garbage. he hardly looks or sounds 16 years old#nor does roy. ROY LOOKS TWELVE??? and why is he so EDGY.#huuuu.. my life is so bad... thank you guys for comforting me...#HOE YOU LIVE THE GOOD LIFE#not to mention robert and rosses only personalities being washed away for roys quote.. character development.#robert and ross simply tend to roys petty meltdowns#and scold him for being rightfully angry that skid and pump are actively making his life worse#when robert and ross were supposed to keep roy from bullying them to save their skin???#theyre such suck-ups#why are they so adamant about treating skid and pump like saints as if they werent fucking traumatized by them#and obviously only try to get roy to stop picking on them because it brings them more trouble#but theyre written as brainless apologists that only stick up for roy when hes having one of his stupid moments#that we dont even get INSIGHT ON because the writers brains are mush#and they dont know how to actually write pelos own characters without making them one dimensional#because at this point spooky month is simply a goddamn cashgrab and not a passion project#because at this point the fandom is full of so many illiterate hooligans they beg for more plotless plot-hole filled content#to the point that it takes fucking YEARS for another episode to come out#just because people work their ass off on an episode that turns out disappointing in the end#and the cycle repeats#and on#and on again#and on again and again AND AGAIN#please just fucking end the series already#it'd save so many backs from breaking from the peer pressure the dumb 13 year old fans push on pelos team to make them push out an episode#because everyone in the spooky month fandom is a JERK
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lately I've been desperate to have a friend who matches my freak regarding one piece (especially if it was an existing friend that started watching/reading it so I can get the live reactions) but unfortunately as much as I LOVE one piece, I also cannot recommend it to anyone in good conscience lol...
#One Piece & Homestuck fill the same niche in my brain in terms of being pieces of media I adore and want more friends to nerd out with about#but that are also very hard to confidently recommend to others because they both:#1) are long as fuck (and struggle with pacing/filler at times)#2) contain content that is VERY VALID to criticize and can be off-putting enough to drive people away#3) are of a genre/type of story that isn't really for everyone#I've put my partner through both (I commend him for his patience lol) but even though he enjoyed them he clearly isn't as into them as me#and there's not really anyone in my group of friends who I think would be interested enough to dive in and vibe with me about it#so I'm just kinda over here sitting alone with my thoughts and ideas with no one to really share them with or get into discussions about#this isn't really new (I'm very used to being alone in my interests) but lately I've just been craving a friend I can really geek out with#I know I could try engaging with fandom but honestly OP is so huge that idea scares me (and frankly fandom can be a bit too messy for me)#I guess I'll just keep doodling the characters and writing down ideas and OC stuff and screaming into the void đ
#drew says words#personal.txt
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How to Tame Your Dragon - Malleus Draconia x reader
Since you and Malleus have gotten into a relationship, you've become a bona-fide dragon soother. But whenever you fumble, the entirety of NRC faces the consequences.
aka the 7 times you cause ecological disasters and the 1 time it works out for you.
this is one of my favorite works i hope y'all enjoy it too
Instance 1: The Unbirthday Party Fumble
It all started so innocently, as most disasters do.
You were sitting on a bench in the gardens with Malleus, who was in one of his "look at my shiny things" moods. He had decided to show you his prized possessions from his extensive, possibly cursed, hoard. Usually, this was an easy gig. Youâd nod, say something like âWow, so shiny,â and then give him a kiss. Easy peasy.
But not today.
Because today, your brain decided to take a little vacation while your body stayed behind, stuck on autopilot.
You were half-paying attention, your focus more on the distant ruckus over at Heartslabyulâs tea party, where Ace and Deuce were most definitely in the middle of doing something stupid. Riddle was probably screaming about proper fork placement, Trey was juggling a thousand responsibilities, and Cater was... doing whatever Cater does.
You could hear the faint sounds of plates clinking and people panicking about the sugar cubes being uneven. It was practically a symphony of disaster waiting to happen.
Meanwhile, Malleus was holding up what looked like a teapot. But not just any teapotâthis thing was ornate. Gleaming, intricate patterns, probably blessed by some ancient fae god of beverages. You didnât notice any of that, though.
Instead, when Malleus asked in his deep, romantic, âIâm-giving-you-a-piece-of-my-soulâ voice, âDo you like it, my treasure?â you waved him off like heâd just shown you a half-eaten sandwich.
âYeah, yeah, sure. Looks fine.â
Silence.
Not just any silence. The kind of silence where the air pressure changes and you suddenly realize you mightâve done something very, very bad.
You blinked, finally looking over at Malleus, and oh no. His eyes were narrowed, his lips pursed, and a shadow seemed to fall over himâliterally. The sky darkened as if the heavens were in on his mood. His grip on the teapot tightened, and you could swear the wind started to howl.
Oh, no no no.
The moment you realized your mistake, the storm was already brewing. Quite literally. The sky went from clear to âabout to smite someoneâ in about two seconds flat. You could feel the temperature drop, and leaves started swirling around like they were auditioning for a role in a natural disaster movie.
You were in for it now.
Meanwhile, at the worldâs most cursed tea party:
Riddle was just getting ready to pour the first cup of tea when the wind decided to yeet the tablecloth right off the table. Teacups clattered, pastries took flight, and the entire garden descended into chaos.
âWHAT IN THE NAME OF THE QUEENâS LAWSââ Riddle screamed, clutching a teapot like it was his last lifeline.
Ace, currently dodging a rogue scone, looked over at the sky. âOh, youâve gotta be kidding me. Is this a Malleus thing?â
Deuce, who was using a sugar bowl as a makeshift helmet, shouted over the wind. âItâs always a Malleus thing! Why do I even ask anymore?!â
Cater, hair blown sideways and desperately trying to keep his phone in hand, was trying to snap a selfie in the chaos. âGuys, this is prime MagiCam contentâwait, no, my phoneâs gone!â He dove after it as it got carried away in the wind.
Riddle, already on the verge of a meltdown, turned to Trey, who was trying to shield a cake from the incoming storm. âI demand an explanation!â
Trey, forever the calm one, glanced up. âWell, if I had to guess, Iâd say the prefect did something to upset Malleus.â
âOF COURSE, THEY DID,â Riddle shrieked, practically levitating with fury. âWhy do we suffer every time they breathe near him?!â
âI donât know, but we need to fix it before Riddle explodes!â Ace said, dodging a flying plate.
Deuce grabbed Aceâs arm. âWe need to talk to them! Make them apologize or something!â
And so, in the middle of the flying teapots and pastries of doom, the group sprinted to find you, dodging airborne desserts and Riddleâs wrath.
Back at the epicenter of destruction:
You were still sitting there, eyes wide as you watched Malleus literally brood so hard it summoned a small hurricane. âUh, MalleusâŚ?â
He didnât respond. Nope, he was fully in Pouty Dragon Modeâ˘. The sky darkened even more, the wind howling, the trees bending, and you could faintly hear the sound of Ace, Deuce, and the others screaming in the distance.
Your casual dismissal of the teapot had, quite literally, ruined lives.
Before you could say anything else, the chaos squad came barreling toward you like a human avalanche, looking like theyâd been through a war zone.
Ace was covered in frosting, Deuce had bits of shattered china stuck in his hair, and Trey was holding onto what looked like the remnants of a cake stand. Cater was still trying to get a selfie in, even though he looked like heâd been through a tornado.
âFIX. THIS.â Ace wheezed, dropping to his knees dramatically. âBEFORE WE ALL DIE.â
âRiddleâs about to combust,â Deuce added, his eyes wide. âPlease. Weâre begging you.â
Trey just gave you a calm look. âIf you donât make this right soon, I donât know if weâll make it to the end of the day.â
You sighed, realizing there was no escape. Youâd have to face the stormâliterallyâand make things right.
Turning back to Malleus, you slid off the bench and stood in front of him, gently tugging on his sleeve. âMalleus?â
His eyes, still stormy, met yours, but he didnât say anything. The wind continued to howl, the sky still dark.
âIâm really sorry,â you said, your voice soft and apologetic. âI didnât mean to dismiss your teapot. Itâs beautiful, really. I was justâŚdistracted.â
Malleusâs eyes narrowed slightly, but the wind died down just a little. Progress.
âIâd never intentionally dismiss something thatâs important to you,â you continued, taking his hand in yours. âPlease forgive me? Iâll pay more attention next time, I promise.â
The storm finally started to calm as Malleusâs expression softened. The sky cleared up, and the wind turned into a gentle breeze.
He sighed dramatically, though it was more theatrical than anything. âVery well, my treasure. I suppose I can forgive you this time. But you owe me proper attention.â
Relieved, you grinned and leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek. âHow about I give you all the attention you want right now?â
That did it. The storm completely vanished, and Malleusâs mood visibly brightened. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close in a possessive, yet affectionate embrace. âI suppose thatâs acceptable,â he murmured, resting his chin on top of your head.
Behind you, the chaos squad groaned.
âOh, sure,â Ace said, rolling his eyes. âOne cute kiss, and suddenly the hurricane stops. What even is our life?â
âLetâs just never bring up teapots again,â Deuce muttered, shaking bits of pastry out of his hair.
Cater, who had finally managed to get a decent selfie, grinned. âWell, at least we survived!â
You chuckled as Malleus nuzzled into your hair, clearly pleased with your apology. At least for now, disaster had been averted. But something told you that this wouldnât be the last time youâd have to apologize for accidentally setting off your dragon boyfriend.
But hey, at least you had kisses to fix everything, right?
Instance 2: The compliment conundrum
It started as one of those innocent slip-upsâthe kind that makes you wonder why you even opened your mouth in the first place. You were lounging by the side of the spelldrive field, watching NRCâs teams practice. Malleus, busy handling his own royal duties, hadnât been able to make it to practice today, so youâd spent the afternoon watching Leona and his squad dominate the field.
It wasnât like you were doing anything wrong. You were just⌠appreciating talent, right? And Leona was talented. You couldnât help but admire the way he effortlessly dodged tackles, sending spells whizzing through the air with precision. The guy was annoying, sure, but he had undeniable skill.
So when you casually mentioned to Jack and Ruggie, âMan, Leonaâs got some impressive moves,â you thought nothing of it.
Until you felt the ground crack beneath you.
You froze mid-sentence, glancing around as a creeping, eerie silence settled over the field. The other players stopped in their tracks, confusion spreading across their faces. The once lush, green training grounds were slowly transforming before your very eyesâthe grass yellowing, the soil drying, the sky dimming. It was like nature had collectively decided, Nope, weâre out.
Jack blinked at the ground, then at you, his eyes wide with dawning horror. âDid⌠Did you justâ?â
Ruggie, a master of putting two and two together, slapped his hand to his face. âOh, no. Not again.â
Before you could even ask what was happening, you heard the faintest sound of rumbling in the distance, like some ancient, angry being had woken up from its nap. And thatâs when the full weight of your mistake hit you.
Youâd praised Leona. And Malleus, who was more possessive than a dragon guarding his hoard, definitely heard you.
âOh, crap,â you muttered, already starting to backpedal. âOh, crap, crap, crapââ
The drought spread faster, draining every last drop of moisture from the air. The once-pristine spelldrive field now looked like a scene out of some post-apocalyptic desert movie. Cracks snaked across the ground, the once-refreshing breeze now felt like it was straight out of the Sahara, and the remaining players started wheezing from the dry heat.
Leona, of course, was the first to piece things together. He sauntered over, glancing at the parched earth beneath his feet, then back up at you with a deadly glare.
You tried to stammer out an excuse, but Ruggie was already grabbing your arm and yanking you toward the nearest path off the field. Jack, looking somewhere between worried and resigned, trailed after you.
âListen,â Ruggie said in a panic, âwe gotta fix this now, or the whole schoolâs gonna turn into a wasteland.â
âI didnât mean to!â you protested as they half-dragged you across the desertified landscape. âIt was just a compliment!â
âYou canât just compliment Leona when youâre dating Malleus!â Jack huffed, sweat dripping from his forehead as the oppressive heat intensified. âYou should know better by now!â
You felt a bead of sweat trickle down your temple as you tried to keep up with their frantic pace. âI didnât know he was that possessive!â
âOh, he is,â Ruggie muttered, glancing nervously at the sky. âAnd heâs sulking. You know what that means.â
You groaned. Yes, you did know what that meant. A sulking Malleus equaled world-ending storms, natural disasters, and in this caseâapocalyptic droughts.
Leona, who had followed you guys, clearly had enough of this nonsense. He stomped up behind you, glaring daggers. âYouâve ruined my field,â he growled, voice dripping with irritation. âDo me a favor and never say anything nice about me again.â
âDonât worry, Leona,â you sighed, exasperated. âIâll only insult you from now on. Promise.â
âGood,â Leona grumbled, adjusting his collar. âNow fix your dragon before I lose my mind.â
By the time you reached Malleus, the situation had reached catastrophic levels. The entire island felt like it was one sunny day away from turning into a desert. The sky was an angry, cloudless blue, and even the birds had fled, probably deciding they didnât want to risk spontaneous combustion.
And there, in the middle of the courtyard, sat your dragon boyfriend, arms crossed, looking as grumpy as youâd ever seen him. His aura was practically radiating misery.
âMalleus,â you called out, panting from the trek across the sun-baked campus.
He turned his head slightly, just enough to acknowledge your presence, but didnât say a word. His lips were pressed into a thin line, his eyes narrowed, and you could practically see the pout written all over his face.
Ruggie gave you a light shove. âWell, go on. Apologize before we all die of thirst.â
You shot him a look, but he wasnât wrong. Sighing, you stepped closer to Malleus and knelt beside him, placing a gentle hand on his arm. âHey⌠I didnât mean to upset you.â
He huffed, his gaze fixed stubbornly ahead. âYou praised another.â
âI didnât realize it was such a big deal,â you said softly, leaning your head on his shoulder. âI swear, I didnât mean anything by it. I only have eyes for you, you know that.â
Malleus remained silent for a moment, but you could feel his mood softening. The tension in the air eased ever so slightly, the heat less intense, the grass no longer crumbling beneath your feet.
âI donât like sharing your admiration,â he murmured, still not quite looking at you. âEspecially with him.â
âLeonaâs not a threat,â you chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. âHeâs too busy napping to notice, anyway.â
That earned a tiny smirk from Malleus, though he was clearly still in sulk mode. You couldnât help but smile as you nuzzled into his neck, placing little butterfly kisses along his jawline. âCome on⌠Iâll make it up to you. Iâll praise you for hours if you want. No one is more worthy of my compliments than you.â
That finally did the trick. His stiff posture relaxed, and he let out a deep sigh. âVery well,â he murmured, turning his head to look at you. âI suppose I can forgive you⌠this time.â
You grinned, wrapping your arms around his waist and snuggling into his chest. âThank you, Your Highness.â
Malleus, now fully basking in your affection, wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on top of your head. The sky finally returned to normal, the air cooling down, and the earth itself seemed to let out a relieved sigh.
Meanwhile, back on the now-saved-from-death spelldrive field, Leona collapsed onto the cracked ground with an annoyed grunt. âI swear, if they ever break up, Iâm moving to a different continent.â
âHonestly, same,â Ruggie groaned, lying down beside him. Jack just nodded in agreement, too tired to even complain.
But as the world finally returned to normal, and you cuddled up against your not-so-grumpy-anymore dragon boyfriend, you couldnât help but think that maybeâjust maybeâyouâd be more careful with your compliments from now on.
âŚMaybe.
Instance 3: Dinner Downpour
It had started out as an innocent evening. Just you, Malleus, and a nice dinner at the Mostro Lounge. You figured it was a good ideaâa cozy meal, some quiet time away from the usual chaos. Plus, Malleus had never been to the Lounge before, and you wanted to show him a little piece of what passed for fine dining at NRC.
Everything was going smoothly. The candlelight cast a soft glow over the table, and Malleus seemed to be enjoying himself, even if he occasionally side-eyed the giant aquariums and questionable dishes swimming in ink. You were halfway through your meal when it happened. The moment that would soon be known as The Great Mostro Lounge Flood of the Century.
Malleus, eyes warm and his tone utterly princely, leaned toward you as the waiter left the bill on the table. âAllow me to cover this,â he said, reaching for his walletâor whatever it was that dragons carry their horde in. âI would like to treat you.â
You, not sensing the danger, waved him off with a smile. âNo need, Malleus. Iâve got this.â
Oh no.
If you could rewind time, maybe you wouldâve noticed the way his expression faltered ever so slightly. The tiniest furrow of his brow, the faint tightening of his grip on his silverware. But you didnât. You were oblivious. You, poor unfortunate soul, paid the bill yourself.
And thatâs when the first clap of thunder rolled through the building.
It didnât take long for things to go from zero to weâre-all-gonna-die levels of chaos. The sky outside darkened almost instantly, rain pouring down like the heavens had just decided to empty all their buckets at once. But it wasnât just rainâoh no, this was a full-blown, hurricane-tier downpour. Lightning flashed, illuminating the shocked faces of the Mostro Lounge patrons as water started seeping in through the windows.
Inside, chaos erupted. The once-elegant ambiance of the Mostro Lounge turned into something out of a disaster movie. Jade was frantically trying to keep the dining area dry with what looked like twenty towels, but the water just kept rising. Floyd was sitting on top of a table, cackling at the sheer absurdity of it all, while Azul was on the verge of a mental breakdown, clutching his ledger to his chest as if it could somehow save him from bankruptcy.
âWHAT DID YOU DO?!â Azulâs voice broke through the chaos as he practically teleported to your side, grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you like a maraca.
âIâI donât know!â you stammered, still processing the fact that the place was flooding. âWe were just having dinner!â
âOh, you were âjust having dinner,ââ Azul mocked, his voice climbing an octave as the water level rose past your ankles. âSure, just dinnerâand now Iâm watching my profits swim away!â
Jade appeared next, a suspiciously calm smile on his face despite the absolute catastrophe around him. âYou didnât happen to upset the prince of Briar Valley, did you?â
Floyd leaned in, grinning like a maniac. âYeah, did ya snub him or somethinâ? This is hilarious.â
Your face paled. Oh no. You replayed the scene in your headâthe offer to pay, your refusalâand realization hit you like one of the lightning bolts currently striking outside. âOh my god. Heâs upset because I didnât let him pay.â
âThatâs it?!â Floyd burst out laughing, clutching his sides. âAll this âcause you didnât let him foot the bill? Man, thatâs rich!â
Azulâs eye twitched. âFix. This. Now.â
âI didnât think it was that big of a deal!â you protested, feeling the water slosh against your calves as the storm outside intensified. âI just wanted to treat him for once!â
âClearly, that was a mistake,â Jade said, entirely too serene for someone standing in knee-deep water. âI suggest you⌠rectify it.â
âRectify it,â Azul echoed, his eyes narrowing dangerously. âOr I swear Iâll have you and your little dragon both in debt until youâre ancient fossils.â
Floyd, still howling with laughter, gave you a light shove toward the entrance. âBetter hurry, Shrimpy, before we gotta start charging people for canoe rentals!â
You rushed outside, braving the storm as the winds whipped around you. The ground was already flooded, rain pelting down so hard you could barely see two feet in front of you. But there, standing in the middle of it all like some tragic figure from a gothic romance novel, was Malleus.
He wasnât even trying to shield himself from the rainâhe just stood there, soaked, staring up at the stormy sky as if summoning the wrath of the heavens. His mood was palpable, the air around him crackling with discontent.
âMalleus!â you called out, running over and nearly slipping in a puddle. âMalleus, wait!â
He glanced down at you, a flash of vulnerability in his eyes quickly masked by his usual regal composure. âI thought⌠I could treat you. It seems you do not trust me to do even that.â
You winced. He wasnât angry, not really. He was hurt. You shouldâve known betterâMalleus was always thinking about how to show you he cared, and this was just one more way for him to do that. And youâd brushed him off without realizing the significance.
âHey, thatâs not it at all,â you said softly, stepping closer and taking his hands in yours. âI just⌠I wanted to treat you this time. But I didnât realize how important it was to you.â
The storm rumbled ominously overhead, but you could feel his mood starting to shift.
You squeezed his hands, standing on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek. âIâm sorry, Malleus. I didnât mean to make you feel like I didnât appreciate it. You always take such good care of me.â
His shoulders relaxed slightly, the tension easing from his posture. âI simply wished to show you how much I treasure our time together.â
âAnd I treasure you,â you said, giving him a gentle smile. âSo how about thisâIâll let you treat me next time. Dinner, ice cream, whatever you want. Youâre in charge.â
The corners of his mouth lifted ever so slightly. âYou promise?â
âI promise,â you replied, kissing him again for good measure. âBut for now, maybe we could, uh⌠ease up on the weather a bit? I think Azulâs about to have a heart attack.â
Malleus chuckled softly, the storm clouds above beginning to break apart as the rain slowed to a drizzle. âVery well. I shall spare themâfor now.â
Back inside the Lounge, Azul was clinging to his precious ledger like a lifeline, watching with wide eyes as the floodwaters slowly receded. The place was still a soaked mess, but at least it wasnât Atlantis anymore.
Floyd, leaning against the bar, gave you a lazy grin as you walked back in, hand-in-hand with Malleus. âWell, looks like you managed to cool down your dragon, huh? Good job, Shrimpy.â
Jade smiled pleasantly, though you could tell there was relief in his gaze. âThe Lounge owes you a great debt.â
Azul, drenched and looking like heâd aged ten years, just sighed. âPlease. Next time⌠just let him pay.â
You grinned sheepishly. âNoted.â
Malleus, still holding your hand, glanced down at you with a fond expression. âShall we continue our evening?â
You smiled up at him, feeling the warmth of his affection, even if he had almost accidentally drowned the entire restaurant. âYeah, letâs go.â
And as you left the Mostro Lounge, water still dripping from the ceiling and Floydâs laughter echoing behind you, you couldnât help but think that for all the chaos that came with dating the prince of Briar Valley, it was worth every second.
Instance 4: Deserted Dreams
It all started with an innocent suggestion over breakfast. You and Malleus were sitting at your usual spot in Diasomnia, peacefully munching on breakfast. Things were nice, calmâMalleus was in a good mood, the sun was shining, and there hadnât been any catastrophic magical incidents for a solid two days.
But, of course, you just had to ruin it.
"So," you said, casually buttering a slice of toast, "I was thinking⌠maybe for our next vacation, instead of going to Briar Valley again, we could head over to the Scalding Sands? I heard Kalim raving about the heat and all the festivals, and I thought it might be fun to experience a little warmth for a change."
Malleus, who had been sipping his tea, froze. He looked at you, his eyes wide and a bit too intense. "The Scalding Sands?" he repeated slowly.
"Yeah, you knowâsun, sand, maybe a beach or two. Something different!" You smiled, clearly not reading the massive red flags flying in the air. "I mean, donât get me wrong, Briar Valley is great and all, but we always go there. I thought a change of scenery would be nice!"
And that, was when the Dorms of Scarabia and Diasomnia turned into a hellish desert wasteland.
It started slowlyâjust a bit of extra heat creeping into the room, making you fidget in your seat. Then it escalated. The temperature spiked dramatically, and before you knew it, the dorm felt like someone had thrown open the gates to the underworld and invited the sun to personally burn it all down. You swore you could hear the sound of sand shifting beneath your feet, though you were still indoors. Indoors, for crying out loud!
Malleus sat in silence, clearly displeased. His usual dark, moody aura was now tinged with the kind of slow-boiling frustration that made you realize: youâd made a huge mistake.
Just as you were about to apologize and backpedal your way out of the desertification of Diasomnia and Scarabia, a loud crash echoed from outside, followed by a chorus of complaints.
You stepped out of the dorm and were met with chaos. The whole area around Diasomnia had transformed into an arid, sweltering desert. The grass? Gone. The trees? Withered. The nice, cool breeze that used to blow through? Now replaced by blistering heat waves. Students were dragging themselves around, sweating profusely as the once lush grounds became a scorching wasteland.
At the heart of the chaos stood Kalim, as cheerful as ever, while a very sweaty and very done Jamil stood nearby, looking like he had reached the end of his rope.
Jamil spotted you immediately and marched over, steam practically rising off his skin. âWhat did you do?!â he hissed, looking like he was five seconds away from spontaneous combustion.
"Iâ" you stammered, glancing at Kalim, who was happily waving a fan like he was at a resort.
"Isnât this great?!" Kalim chirped, smiling ear to ear. "It feels just like home! Now we can have all the desert parties we want! Thanks for the heatwave!"
You blinked. "Um⌠youâre welcome?"
"No," Jamil interjected, glaring at you like youâd personally set him on fire. âDonât thank them! What possessed you to turn Scarabia into a furnace?!â
You grimaced, wiping sweat from your brow. âItâs not my fault! I just suggested we vacation in the Scalding Sands instead of Briar Valley andâ"
"You did what?!" Jamil pinched the bridge of his nose. "So because you didnât want to vacation in Briar Valley, this happens? Do you know how long itâs going to take to get the dorm back to normal? Or the fact that Iâm now stuck babysitting Kalim in what feels like the surface of the sun?"
Kalim, still oblivious to the suffering around him, beamed. âYou should make up with Malleus! Then maybe we can have two vacations!â
Jamilâs eye twitched.
It didnât take long before you were escorted (dragged) back to Malleus, courtesy of a very sunburned Jamil and a still-chipper Kalim. They deposited you at the door to Diasomnia, giving you the kind of look that screamed fix this, or weâll make you regret it.
Sighing, you pushed the door open and stepped inside. Unsurprisingly, it was even hotter indoors than it had been outside. Malleus was sitting in the corner of the common room, his arms crossed and his gaze distant, like he was contemplating the deep mysteries of lifeâor brooding over your vacation suggestion. Probably the latter.
âMalleus?â you called softly, approaching him carefully as the air around him practically sizzled with residual magic.
He didnât respond, still looking like a dragon that had just been told his gold stash was getting replaced with copper coins.
You sighed and knelt down in front of him. âIâm sorry,â you said, resting a hand on his knee. âI didnât mean to make you upset. I just thought itâd be nice to see a new place, but if you want to go back to Briar Valley, thatâs totally fine. We can go wherever you want.â
Malleus blinked, finally looking down at you, his expression softening ever so slightly. âYou wished to travel somewhere unfamiliar,â he murmured, his voice low. âI should have taken your desires into account. But⌠the thought of you preferring another land over mine⌠it unsettled me.â
You blinked. âWait, is that what this is about? Malleus, I love Briar Valley! I just wanted to try something new, but it doesnât mean I donât want to go back. We could go anywhere, and Iâd be happy as long as Iâm with you.â
He softened even more, the heat in the room fading as his magic began to relax. âYou mean that?â
You smiled and leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. âOf course I do.â
His arms, once tense, reached out to pull you into his lap, holding you close as if the idea of you slipping away to some other land without him had weighed far too heavily on his mind. You snuggled into him, feeling the last traces of heatwave melt away into nothing but warmth and comfort.
Malleus nuzzled his face into your hair, his voice a soft rumble. âThen we shall go wherever your heart desires. As long as we are together.â
You chuckled, pressing another kiss to his jaw. âOkay, deal. But, uh, maybe we avoid any more heatwave-related disasters? Jamil might actually combust next time.â
Malleus chuckled softly, his mood lightening as he held you close. âVery well. I shall spare them from further torment⌠this time.â
And as you cuddled into him, the remnants of the desert wasteland outside slowly returning to normal, you couldnât help but think that as long as you had Malleus (and could keep him happy), the worldâweather catastrophes includedâwould be just fine.
Instance 5: Fashion Fiasco
You and Malleus were at one of Vilâs fashion shows, sitting in the audience with everyone else as Vil strutted his stuff on the runway, looking absolutely flawless as per usual. The lights sparkled, the music boomed, and Vil practically radiated beauty and grace in an outfit that could only be described as something plucked straight from a dream.
"Wow," you breathed, eyes wide as you watched Vil pose dramatically at the end of the runway. "Vil really does look amazing, doesnât he? Like, how is anyone supposed to compete with that level of perfection?"
Malleus, sitting beside you, went absolutely still.
It didnât register right away. You were too busy marveling at Vilâs next ensemble to notice Malleus stiffening beside you, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly. But as the next model waltzed down the runway, you felt a sudden chill in the air. Literally.
You blinked. Was it just you, or was it⌠colder? You glanced up at the ceiling, frowning as tiny snowflakes started to drift down from nowhere. The air grew icy, your breath visible as the temperature plummeted in mere seconds.
"What theâ" You stood up, just in time to see the entire fashion show being transformed into a literal winter wonderland. Snow was now falling heavily, frosting over the runway, the lights, and, most importantly, Vilâs perfect hair.
The shriek that followed was one of pure, unbridled horror.
âNo! My HAIR!â Vil screeched, desperately clutching his head as snowflakes clung to his golden locks, which were slowly wilting under the weight of the ice. âThis is a disaster!â
Models fled the scene, their designer clothes dragging through snowdrifts that were rapidly accumulating on stage. The music cut off, the audience panicked, and Vil looked like he was about five seconds away from declaring the end of the world.
Amidst the chaos, Rook Hunt stood in the middle of the snowy storm, spinning in circles with glee. âMagnifique!â he cried, twirling with open arms as if he were auditioning for a Broadway production of Frozen. âThe raw beauty of nature meets the elegance of fashionâoh, how the world has blessed us with this miracle of frost!â
âROOK!â Vil screeched again, eyes wide and wild as he triedâand failedâto maintain some sense of composure. âThis is NOT a miracle! This is a CATASTROPHE! My showâmy hair!â
Epel, looking somewhere between terrified and confused, rushed up to you, nearly slipping on the snow-covered floor in his haste. âWe need your help!â he gasped, grabbing your arm and shaking it with the desperation of someone who knew what was at stake here. âYou have to do something! Malleus is causing the storm!â
You blinked, still processing the fact that this wasnât just some freak weather event but a full-on emotional meltdown from your very moody fae boyfriend.
âMalleus is⌠mad?â you asked, finally connecting the dots.
âOf course heâs mad!â Epel huffed, snowflakes clinging to his own purple hair. âYou complimented Vil! Now he thinks you like Vil more than him! Weâre all gonna freeze to death if you donât fix it!â
âOh⌠oh no.â
It took a few minutes (and a shove from a panicked Vil) to find Malleus, who had retreated to the far corner of the room, looking like a grumpy snow dragon with his arms crossed and snowflakes swirling around him. His expression was dark, brooding, and way too dramatic for someone who was causing a blizzard in the middle of a fashion show.
You approached cautiously, trying not to slip on the ice that was now coating the floor. âMalleus?â you called softly, inching closer. âAre you⌠okay?â
He glanced at you, his eyes narrowing slightly. âI see you were quite taken with Vilâs appearance today.â
You blinked, a bit thrown off by the sheer seriousness in his tone. âUh, I mean⌠yeah, Vilâs always beautiful. But, um, you know thatâs just how he is. Itâs his whole thing.â
Malleusâs frown deepened. âSo you find him more beautiful than me.â
Oh. Oh.
You nearly facepalmed at the realization. âMalleus, no, thatâs not what I meant!â you rushed to say, waving your hands in a flustered manner. âVil is beautiful, but youâyouâre, like, otherworldly! You know, fae beauty and all that. No one could possibly compare!â
Malleus eyed you warily, his lips pursed. âSo⌠you do not prefer him over me?"
âOf course not!â you said quickly, stepping closer to place a hand on his arm. âYouâre the most beautiful person I know. No one comes close to your level of magnificence, I swear.â
There was a long, heavy pause. Then, ever so slowly, the storm began to die down. The snowflakes stopped falling, the icy chill in the air dissipated, and the temperature returned to normal. Malleusâs expression softened, his moody sulk fading as he looked down at you with a much gentler gaze.
âIs that truly how you feel?â he asked quietly, his voice tinged with vulnerability.
You smiled up at him, standing on your tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his cheek. âOf course, Malleus. Youâre my favorite, always.â
Malleus visibly brightened at that, his usual regal aura returning as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close in a warm embrace. âVery well, then. I shall forgive this transgression. But only because you have reassured me of your affections.â
You giggled, snuggling into his chest. âIâll make sure to tell you more often how beautiful you are.â
Vil then walks directly up to you and stares you down. "If you're done wrecking my show, could ypu please keep your dragon in check?"
All you can do is grin sheepishly at him.
Instance 6: Gaming Shenanigans
It all started because of that one last raid. You and Idia were deep in an epic gaming marathon, tackling a boss so difficult that even Idiaâself-proclaimed gaming godâhad to break out his limited-edition controller. It was all good fun, hours flying by without you even noticing, as you spammed attacks and worked together like the perfect gaming duo you were.
That is, until Idia hit you with a question that made your stomach drop.
"So, uh, aren't you supposed to, like... do something tonight?" Idia asked, mid-battle. His voice was a little too casual, almost like he already knew the answer but was waiting for you to figure it out yourself.
You froze for a split second, still pressing buttons but no longer fully paying attention. Something... tonight? What could heâ
Oh no.
You had plans tonight. With Malleus.
Specifically, your nightly walks around campus, which had become somewhat of a ritual. Every night, youâd stroll through the darkened grounds, hand-in-hand, talking about anything and everything. It was Malleusâs favorite part of the dayâsomething he eagerly looked forward to.
And youâd⌠forgotten.
Your eyes darted to your phone, which was lying face down on the desk, completely ignored for the last several hours. You didnât even need to check it to know what youâd find: missed calls, unread messages, probably a voicemail or two from Malleus, wondering where you were.
"Oh no," you whispered, voice barely audible over the sounds of explosions and battle cries on screen.
"Wait, what?" Idiaâs character paused for a second as he glanced at you. "Did you just say 'oh no'? What 'oh no'? Are we talking minor 'oh no' or, like, 'I've-angered-a-final-boss-oh-no'?"
You gulped, heart sinking as you realized just how much trouble you were in. "Um... the second one. Definitely the second one."
Before Idia could even react, the room went dark. The power cut out so fast, you barely had time to process it. The glow of the screens, the hum of electronicsâall gone, leaving only the soft pitter-patter of rain against the window.
Idia's horrified gasp echoed through the sudden silence.
"No. No, no, no, no, noâthis canât be happening! We were in the middle of a raid!â His hands flew to his hair, the blue flames flickering wildly as panic set in. "Dude, you forgot your dragon?!"
The color drained from your face as the gravity of the situation fully hit. âIâumâgot distracted?â
Idiaâs eyes widened, and he stood up so fast his chair rolled backwards. "Distracted?! You forgot about your nightly walks with the dragon fae, and now weâre sitting in a power outage caused by his emotional spiral?!â
In the faint glow of Idiaâs flame-lit hair, you saw Ortho zip into the room, looking far too calm given the circumstances. âI detected a sudden shift in weather patterns around campus. It seems like the storm has caused a widespread blackout. Should I assume itâs related to Malleus Draconiaâs emotional state?â
"YES!" Idia practically screeched, pointing at you in betrayal. "They ditched Malleus for gaming, and now weâre all suffering the consequences! Ortho, tell them to fix it, please! I beg you!â
Ortho turned to you with his usual chipper smile. âI suggest you go to Malleus and make amends before the entire campus loses power. Iâve already calculated a 98% chance that further emotional distress will result in structural damage to the dorm.â
Idia groaned, burying his face in his hands. âThis is why you never piss off boss-level boyfriends. Itâs just common sense.â
So, thatâs how you found yourself trudging through the stormy night, rain soaking your clothes as you made your way to find Malleus. The lightning flashed overhead, thunder rumbling ominously as you approached the usual meeting spot for your nightly walks.
And there he wasâstanding alone, looking very much like the picture of heartbreak. His tall figure was framed by the pouring rain, his expression a perfect blend of hurt and brooding. The storm seemed to swirl around him, almost as if it were a physical manifestation of his emotions.
âMalleus,â you called out, rushing toward him, your voice barely audible over the sound of rain. âIâm so sorry!â
He turned slowly, his eyes glinting in the dim light. âYou did not answer my calls.â
âI know, I know! I got caught up in a game with Idia, and I didnât check my phone, andâwell, now we have a blackout.â
His lips twitched ever so slightly, his gaze softening just a fraction. âYou left me waiting, and the storm came.â
You winced, feeling a pang of guilt. âI didnât mean to forget about our walk. I love spending time with youâI swear.â
Malleus let out a soft sigh, his shoulders relaxing just a bit. âI do not wish to be a burden to you.â
âBurden?â you echoed, stepping closer until you were right in front of him, the rain pouring down between you. âMalleus, youâre not a burden. I love our walks. I love spending time with you. I just⌠lost track of time. Thatâs all.â
For a moment, there was silence, the only sound being the rain hitting the ground. Then, to your surprise, Malleus looked away, a faint hint of vulnerability in his expression. âDo you⌠truly mean that?â
Without thinking, you reached up, gently cupping his face in your hands. âOf course I do. Thereâs no one Iâd rather be with.â
Malleusâs gaze softened further, and slowlyâso slowlyâthe storm began to quiet. The rain lessened, the wind died down, and the oppressive atmosphere that had settled over the campus lifted. He stared at you for a long moment, searching your face as if looking for any sign of doubt. When he found none, he finally let out a soft chuckle, the corners of his mouth turning up in a faint smile.
âYou always manage to calm me,â he murmured, leaning into your touch.
You smiled back, feeling warmth spread through your chest despite the cold rain. âI guess Iâm just good at soothing dragons.â
Malleus raised a brow, amusement dancing in his eyes. âPerhaps.â
The rain had stopped entirely by now, leaving only a light mist in the air. You let out a relieved sigh, brushing some stray raindrops off Malleusâs cheek before standing on your tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his lips.
âIâll never forget our walks again,â you whispered against his lips, earning a quiet hum of approval from him.
âI shall hold you to that,â he replied, his voice warm with affection. âNow, shall we take that walk?â
You nodded, intertwining your fingers with his. The world felt calmer now, the storm gone, replaced by the soft glow of moonlight breaking through the clouds. Malleusâs mood had lifted entirely, and as the two of you strolled through the now-quiet campus, you couldnât help but feel content.
And, of course, Idia and Orthoâs screens flickered back to life, much to their relief.
Instance 7: Dessert Disaster
The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and you were about to partake in a picnic with none other than Malleus, Lilia, Silver, and Sebek. Everything was perfect. The blanket was laid out beneath a sprawling tree, food arranged carefully across itâcourtesy of Malleus himself, who had spent hours in the kitchen the night before, preparing what he considered to be the pièce de rĂŠsistance: a pie.
Not just any pie. No, this was a Malleus Draconia-crafted masterpiece. The filling was made from rare berries heâd harvested himself, the crust baked to a perfect golden brown. You could practically smell the love (and maybe a little lightning) that had gone into it.
Malleus, with a glint of pride in his eyes, carefully handed you a slice. "I hope it meets your expectations, my love."
You eagerly took a bite, eyes widening as the flavors exploded on your tongue. It was amazing. No, better than amazingâit was downright phenomenal. How did he even manage to bake something this good? A prince of darkness and a master chef? This was unfair.
"This slaps," you declared, totally unaware of the impending doom those words were about to unleash.
The moment the words left your mouth, you noticed a visible shift in Malleusâs expression. The proud smile heâd worn just seconds ago faltered, his brow furrowing in confusion. His green eyes darkened, clouds suddenly appearing overhead. You could feel the electricity in the air as the temperature dropped.
"I see," Malleus murmured, voice tight. "So⌠you dislike it."
Wait. What?
You blinked, realization dawning far too slowly. Oh no.
Before you could correct him, Malleus was already raising his hand, a faint crackle of magic sparking between his fingers. You could practically hear the thunder rumbling in the distance as he stared down at the pie slice in your hand, preparing to smite the poor, innocent pastry.
"No, no, no, noâwait!" You waved your arms frantically, standing up so fast you nearly tripped over the picnic blanket.
Sebek, meanwhile, had already leapt to his feet, eyes blazing with righteous fury. "How dare you insult Master Malleusâs baking?!" he shouted, fists clenched. "His skill is unmatched, and yet you have the audacity to call his creationâ"
"Sebek." Silverâs voice, calm but firm, interrupted the impending tirade. He was still sitting, but his eyes were half-open now, watching the situation unfold with mild concern. "They didnât mean it that way."
Lilia, on the other hand, was having the time of his life. He was absolutely delighted by the chaos unfolding, his laughter ringing out across the clearing. "Oh, this is too good!" he cackled, practically rolling on the blanket. "I havenât seen this much excitement at a picnic in centuries! You modern humans and your strange expressions never fail to entertain!"
You shot him a look that screamed, Please stop encouraging this.
Silver, bless his soul, finally spoke up again, this time turning his attention to you. "You might want to explain before the weather gets worse." He nodded toward the now very ominous-looking clouds gathering above Malleus.
Right. Explaining. You could do that.
You turned back to Malleus, who still looked like he was contemplating whether to zap the pie or not. You could tell his feelings were hurtâhis brow was furrowed, his lips set in a tight line. And the thought of him feeling like that, all because of a misunderstanding, made your heart clench.
"Malleus," you said, stepping closer and reaching for his hand. "When I said âthis slaps,â I meant itâs really good. Like, insanely good. Amazing. Best pie Iâve ever had."
Malleusâs stormy expression faltered slightly, though the dark clouds remained. "But you said it âslaps.â"
"Thatâs modern slang," you explained, gently squeezing his hand. "Itâs a compliment. I promise."
Malleus blinked, the magic at his fingertips dissipating as he processed your words. "So⌠you enjoyed it?"
"Absolutely. You knocked it out of the park with this pie." You gave him your most reassuring smile. "I could eat the whole thing."
The storm clouds began to thin, sunlight peeking through once more. Malleus tilted his head, considering this new information, and slowlyâvery slowlyâa smile returned to his face.
"It pleases me to hear that," he said, his voice softening.
Meanwhile, Sebek was still standing there, sputtering indignantly. "W-Well, if thatâs what they meant, then⌠of course Master Malleusâs pie is the best! I knew that all along!"
Lilia, still chuckling, waved a dismissive hand at Sebek. "Oh, calm down, boy. No harm done. Besides, now we know modern slang! What other fascinating phrases do you have, I wonder?"
Silver sighed, finally sitting up properly. "Maybe letâs avoid any more slang for today."
With the situation calming down, you took the opportunity to lean in closer to Malleus, brushing a soft kiss against his cheek. "Iâm really sorry for the confusion," you murmured. "Youâre an amazing baker, and your pie is delicious. I meant that, okay?"
Malleusâs cheeks flushed ever so slightly at the affection, and he gave a small nod. "I believe you."
Feeling a wave of relief wash over you, you pressed another kiss to his lips, slow and tender, savoring the warmth of his skin and the way his hand gently squeezed yours in return. The last of the clouds above you finally cleared, leaving the sky blue and bright once more. The storm was over, and everything was at peace again.
"Shall we enjoy the rest of our picnic, then?" Malleus asked, his voice much lighter now.
You nodded enthusiastically, sitting back down beside him. "Absolutely. And just so weâre clearâyour food? Total banger."
Malleus raised a brow, clearly still unfamiliar with the term but now much more accepting of your strange modern ways. "I see. I shall take that as a compliment."
Sebek, still recovering from his earlier outrage, grumbled something under his breath, but you didnât care. Lilia was still snickering, Silver was finally getting comfortable again, and Malleus was happy. Everything was right in the world.
And hey, now you knewâif you ever wanted to spice things up at a picnic, all it took was a little modern slang.
Instance 8: Destruction of NRC (Well, almost)
Crowleyâs âmagnanimous natureâ was, quite frankly, killing you. Whether it was sorting mountains of paperwork, being sent on endless errands, or handling Grimâs regular chaos, you were exhausted. Every muscle in your body ached, your eyes had dark circles deeper than any pit, and you were pretty sure you were on your third day of functioning on nothing but caffeine and sheer spite.
Grim, bless his fiery little heart, watched you from his perch on your bed, tail flicking in irritation as you barely managed to drag yourself into Ramshackle after another long, thankless day.
âUgh, henchhuman! You look like death warmed over,â Grim sniffed, narrowing his eyes at you. âHow long do you plan on letting that featherbrained Crowley walk all over you?â
You groaned, flopping face-first into your pillow. âAs long as it takes to survive this semester, Grim. No one else is going to deal with his nonsense. Not like I have a choice.â
Grim was silent for a moment, watching you with uncharacteristic concern. Then, in a low mumble, he said, âWell, Iâve had enough. Youâre my henchhuman, and I wonât let him destroy you.â
You thought Grim was just being dramatic. But when you woke up the next morning to the sound of distant thunder rumbling ominously across the sky, you had a very, very bad feeling.
By the time you made it to NRC, the situation was in full swing. You arrived just in time to witness Crowley practically on his knees, looking like a man who had stared death in the face and lived to tell the taleâbarely.
The sky above NRC was pitch black, clouds swirling and crackling with magic as the wind howled through the campus. A storm of epic proportions had descended, and it wasnât just any storm. This was a Malleus Draconia-grade storm. The kind that didnât just bring rain or windâit brought devastation, and everyone was cowering indoors, peeking through windows, afraid to go outside.
Crowley spotted you immediately, rushing over with his cape flapping dramatically behind him as he stumbled, nearly slipping in the mud.
âPlease,â he cried, hands clutching your shoulders as if you were his last lifeline. âPlease, you must calm him down! I beg of you, prefect, do something!â
You raised a brow, half-expecting some pitiful excuse, but the Headmaster, in all his avian glory, had gone straight to the begging stage. âWhat did you do this time?â you sighed, knowing it had to be his fault.
âI did nothing! Absolutely nothing! Well, perhaps Iâve⌠been a little harsh on you, but thatâs no reason for him to destroy the entire campus!â Crowley wailed, looking pitiful as a gust of wind nearly knocked him off balance.
âIâll pay you! Iâll pay you an actual wage! Iâll give you a budget to renovate Ramshackle, and Iâll personally sponsor your vacation! Just pleaseâstop him before thereâs nothing left of Night Raven College!â
You blinked. Did⌠did you just get a salary offer? And a vacation? And a renovation budget? This was new.
Before you could process the sheer absurdity of the situation, Professor Crewel passed by with his coat dramatically billowing in the wind. âHonestly,â he muttered under his breath, âabout time that birdbrain faced some consequences for his incompetence.â
Professor Trein, walking with his trusty feline Lucius, shook his head gravely. âAt this point, the Headmaster deserves everything thatâs coming to him.â
âDo you not see the storm?!â Crowley shrieked, pointing to the lightning that was now dangerously close to striking the bell tower.
Both professors exchanged a look before continuing on their way, Crewel muttering something about how this was Crowleyâs mess to fix.
You couldnât help but feel a small twinge of satisfaction seeing the Headmaster squirm. But at the same time, NRC was at risk of being blown off the map if you didnât act soon. And judging by the way Grim was laughing maniacally in the corner, proudly declaring how he âfixedâ your problems, this was going to be on you to clean up.
With a sigh, you gave Crowley a nod. âFine. Iâll talk to him. But if you go back on any of those promisesââ
âI wonât!â Crowley promised, hands clasped as if in prayer. âI swear on the very foundation of this school, you will be compensated!â
You rolled your eyes but turned on your heel to head toward Diasomnia. The storm seemed to know you were coming, the wind parting just enough to allow you passage. The moment you stepped into the courtyard, the thunder seemed to quiet, though lightning still flashed ominously in the distance.
And there, standing at the center of it all, was Malleus. His expression was dark, eyes glowing faintly as he stared up at the storm heâd summoned. His hands were clasped behind his back, and even with his composed stance, you could sense the simmering frustration beneath the surface.
You approached carefully, calling out softly, âMalleus?â
His head turned slightly at the sound of your voice, though he didnât fully look at you. âAh, my love. I see youâve arrived.â
You moved closer, placing a gentle hand on his arm. âGrim told you whatâs been going on, didnât he?â
âI cannot stand to see you work yourself to exhaustion for that foolish crow,â Malleus muttered, still staring at the storm. âHe takes advantage of your kindness. It is unforgivable.â
You couldnât help the warmth that spread through your chest. He was genuinely upsetâfor you. But, you also couldnât let NRC be reduced to rubble, and you needed to calm him down before it got worse.
With a soft chuckle, you stepped in front of him, gently cupping his face in your hands. âItâs okay. I appreciate how much you care about me, but you donât have to destroy the school over this.â
Malleusâs eyes finally met yours, the storm above softening ever so slightly. âBut youâre suffering.â
âI was,â you admitted, pressing a kiss to his forehead. âBut not anymore. Crowleyâs going to make it up to meâhe promised me a wage, a renovation budget for Ramshackle, and a vacation.â
That seemed to catch his attention, the storm clouds above beginning to dissipate. âA vacation?â
âMhm,â you nodded, leaning up to brush another kiss against his cheek. âIn fact, I was going to ask if youâd like to come with me.â
Malleus blinked, his earlier frustration melting into a look of surpriseâand then, a small, pleased smile tugged at his lips. The storm overhead faded into nothing, the sky returning to its usual clear blue.
âI would be honored,â he said softly, pulling you closer to him. âA vacation, just the two of us. That sounds⌠delightful.â
You grinned, pressing a final kiss to his lips, feeling his arms wrap around you in return. âItâs a date, then.â
And just like that, the storm was over. NRC was safe, and more importantly, you had managed to calm your dragonâand score a well-deserved vacation in the process.
As for Crowley? Well, youâd make sure to enjoy every moment of watching him squirm while you cashed in those promises.
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Pairings: Jason x fem!reader
Warnings: mentions of blood, violence, head injury
Summary: self indulgent,
âHoodââ your broken voice cuts through his adrenaline rush, echoing through the dark, damp alleyway.
He holsters his guns quickly, âHey hey heyâhey sweetheart. Look at me.â He brushes the blood stained hair away from your eyes, âThere she isâŚI gotchu sweet thing.â His voice feels so distant, morphed by the modulator in his helmet into something you donât recognize.
Your eyes start to wander to the mess of blood. He blocks your sight with his body, âNoâŚYou of all people, donât need to see that,â He cups your cheek, tilting your face up, âThatâs not for you okay? You keep those eyes on me.â
He removes his gloves. Although his bare hands are clean, the blood is always there.
His fingertips barely touch your cheek, just enough to ground you.
The red of his helmet warps as tears blur your vision. He quickly swipes them away. âThat scumbag is not worth your tears.â
His eyes follow your tears as they mix with the blood on your face. Not your blood. He grimaces.
God nothing bad should ever get the chance to touch you. Yet here he was with his palm cradling your face. He, is a hypocrite.
âIâm taking you to my safe house, sâthat okay?â
Your throat feels too raw to speak. So you nod.
The world around you tilts, before strong arms wrap around your shoulders, âEasy there sweets, I gotcha.â
He scoops you up. This man who youâve seen toss full grown men like rag dollsâstill surprises you because you weigh nothing. You feel like you weigh nothing, but youâre not holding yourself. Wait he weighsâŚyou to him weighâŚyou weigh to him likeâŚwhich one of you weighs nothing?
âJay I donâ feel good.â You croak.
âShh I know sweetheart, I know. Almost home.â
You barely register being set down on the bathroom counter.
He unclips his helmet, and tosses it to the floor. Something stirs within when his green eyes meet yours.
âI saw it,â Your voice trembles as unshed tears choke you, âthe blood.â
His brows are furrowed with concern, his full bottom lip is almost a pout. Angels above he has never looked softer. It helps sooth every bit of reluctance now that you can see his face again.
Your eyes feel heavy.
His thumb brushes over your brow, âOpen those eyes fâme. PleaseâŚâ You squint at him as he brings a small flashlight to your eye line.
You knew this one, youâd watched asmr videos of it.
âConcoction.â
He huffs through his nose, a smile lilting his mouth, pulling at the scar above his lip. âConcussion sweetness. Follow the light.â
You do so halfheartedly, not much of an overachiever right now. âSâcon-cuntion?â Your tongue feels heavy, clumsy in your mouth.
âYeahâŚsâokay though Iâve had plenty of my own. Youâre staying here tonight.â
The cotton filling your brain makes your nod feel weightless.
A warm washcloth is brought your cheek, you lean into it happily letting it melt the bite of the cold alley still clinging to your skin. God you canât remember the last time someone touched you like this.
âYou with me pretty girl?â He croons, as he wipes the dried blood from your brow, and cheeks.
You nod, almost dazed.
Tears blur your vision, but he doesnât try to stop you from crying, just patiently wipes them away with the cloth.
Contently closing your eyes you whisper, âYour hands are soft.â
He is careful not to wear his heart anywhere near his sleeve, and somehow youâve coaxed him into wearing it on his face. âYouâre soft.â He murmurs.
The blood is finally gone.
He sets you down on his bed, keeping you propped up on the bedpost, âDonât lay down yet.â He coaxes.
You focus on the coolness of the wood, until the bed dips next to you.
âIâm gonna help you get dressed, in the least mortifying way for you possible. Iâm so sorry but alsoâŚâ his eyes rake over you, âIâm not letting you catch the disease that killed the dinosaurs.â
TouchĂŠ. Who knows what Gotham has cooked up in her petri dish.
âSâokay, mâclothes feel gross.â
He nods curtly before oh so gently lifting your sweater over your head, quickly swapping it for his tshirt.
It smells goodâlike springâbut you wish heâd given you one off his back. Itâd smell like him.
You hold up the shirt to keep it out of contact with your pants. As careful as diffusing a bomb he unbuttons them. âLift your hips fâme.â He holds you steady, one hand on your hip as the other tugs them down your legs. Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck as you lean your body weight against him.
âYa good like this? I have pants theyâre justâŚlarge.â
You let the shirt back down, it thankfully falls past your hips. âMâokay.â
Youâre weightless again as he lifts you, gently laying you on the mass of pillows.
âOh hallelujah.â You sigh.
Something brushes your nose, you pry your eyes open to be met with his.
âSwallow these.â You wash the pills down with the bottle of water he presses against your lips.
âYouâre gonna hate me for the next 24 hours.â He gently brushes the hair out of your eyes with his thumb.
âSâokay âcause I love you even when I hate you.â
He huffs amusedly. Itâs not the same love he feels for you, it canât be.
âYeahâŚI love ya too.â
âââ
A/n: I stayed up way too late so the concussion yapping is just me trying to figure out what Iâm trying to say
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kiss it better
Suguru always hated it when you break up with him when you're having a mental breakdown. So what's he gonna do to make his baby feel better?
contents. slight academic rivals to lovers (barely mentioned), suguru x reader, eventual smut, fluff, cowgirl, bottom suguru, slapping, rough sex, pet names, degration, not proofread.
Do what you gotta do, keep me up all night.
your relationship with suguru became on and off ever since you two started dating. he could vaguely remember why, but he knows one thing.
your relationship with him started off as enemies. he remembers how you were always so angry at him, your bratiness showing every time he was a step further than you in academics.
being a straight A student is something that he likes to brag about, knowing that you're right there to keep him on his toes because you're just as smart as him. he knows how you tire yourself to study every night and day, sleeping and almost living in the library whenever an exam week is coming, never going out of your room and not eating until you understood and memorized all your notes, and how you'd never talk to him the whole time you're busy studying. and what does he hates the most? you breaking up with him for it.
you're a top student, but you're always in second place because he beats you to it. it never fails to make you upset, but you don't really blame suguru for being good at what he does. rather, you blame yourself for not studying enough as if your brain is already not about to explode for every information that you try to force into your brain.
and suguru hates it enough that you have to break up with him just for you to torture yourself in the confines of your room with all the papers and academic works controlling over your body and mind. he hates it everytime because he knows how hard you are being to yourself.
âbaby, iâm coming inside, okay?â suguru called outside your door after knocking several times. he didn't wait for another answer as he twists the knob, pushing the door open.
âsuguru, no-â
he heard your sniffles. and his heart ache at the sight before him.
you were sitting at your study desk. papers scattered around in a mess, some of it drenched in your tears. your eyes reddened, and you looked at him in frustration as you stood up.
âi told you to leave me alone, suguru.â you said, wiping your tear stained cheek.
he looks over at your bed, to the crumpled sheets, feathers flying around from your pillow, knowing that you probably had been punching it in your frustration. he sighs and walks over to you, immediately cupping your cheeks to look you in the eyes.
âyou think breaking up with me would solve the problem?â he whispers softly, kissing your eyes, your tears.
you looked away, tilting your head to the side so as to not look at him. âit's for the better. you're only distracting me from my studies.â
he closed his eyes tightly, before holding your jaw so you could face him properly. your hands clutched his shirt at the proximity between you. âiâm distracting you?â your words sting, his heart clenching at the way you're trying so hard to push him away. but he wouldn't have all that. âcome on. i know you're mad. punish me then.â
âsuguru-â
âi always tell you that iâm here to help. but you're too hard headed to ask for it.â his tone was firm, his eyes turning dark at the way you tried to get away from his grasp. he lets out an exasperated breath before loosening his grip from you. âdon't hurt yourself, baby. hurt me instead.â
âsuguru, you don't understand. i am angry, fine, i admit.â the grip you had on his shirt tightened, a shaky breath escaping from your lip as tears started to form on your eyes again. âi donât want to take it out on you when iâm clearly a mess, suguru. you don't get it because you're always too good and iâm not enough. i can't be enough for you if iâm like this-â
once again, suguru cut you off. your words flying off his ear as he interrupted you with a fierce kiss. his tongue darting out for entrance and you didn't push him away. your words muffled from the way he pressed his lips, making you shut up and revel onto your desires as your lips parted, your tongue delving out to taste him.
all your worries easily slipped away. his thumb swiftly wiping the tear that escaped your eyes while not breaking the kiss. he pulled away for a moment before capturing it once again, this time gentler than the first.
to suguru, it was always the same words no matter how much he reassured you. so what's he going to do? make you feel like the queen you deserved to be.
âcome on, princess. just like that.â he grunted, his hand gripping on your hips as he slammed you down on his cock. âcome on, tell me how mad you are right now. let me hear you.â
âf-fuck you, suguruâŚâ you gasps, your hips rocking back and forth deliciously on his shaft. your teeth were clenched in frustration, your anger still brewing inside your heart by the way he had you easily straddling him.
âthat's it, baby. let it out, let it all out on me.â he coos, gently running his fingers on your spine. the action sent shivers all over your body, your thrust rapidly increasing by each second. âyou're so mad, aren't you? you don't like it when i'm doing good?â
"s-stop... ahh..." you huffed, face flushed as your pussy clenched around him. your hips were beginning to ache for how harsh you were slamming against his lap. and he had that annoying look on his face that got you riled up.
you know exactly what he's trying to do. suguru wants a reaction. for you to let it out on him. to be mad at him instead of being mad at yourself.
he gripped your ass firmly, a knowing smirk etched on his lip. âdo i make you cry, princess? because iâm better? in studies⌠and even in fucking you?â
that definitely strikes a nerve right there. your pace increasing, your nails digging on his shoulder from how hard you're holding onto him. âshut up⌠sh-shut upâŚâ
âthat all you got?â he said darkly, sweat forming in his forehead. he gave your ass a firm squeeze before landing a smack, making you jolt in pleasure. âyou're so fucking pathetic, princess. you're really crying over that? you look so fucking dumb with my cock inside-â
a harsh slap on his cheek echoed all over the room. your breathing coming in short gasps, while suguru was smiling. he was fucking smiling.
the slap reddened his cheek but it didn't even look like it hurt him. he huffed and squeezed your hip. suguru was drowned in pure bliss as he groaned, your hips thrusting so harshly, squeezing his cock like there's no tomorrow.
âfuck, babyâŚâ he growled, the sting of your slap erotic and pleasurable that it got him ramming his hip upward. you could see the veins on his neck popping out, his eyes darkening as his fingers found your breasts. âfuck y-yeah⌠do that again, hm? show me how much you fucking hate meâŚâ
you moaned, your back arching and body pressing against his chest. his lips latched on your nipple, while his other hand found your clit. he rubbed circles against it, making you cry and scratch your nails on his chest.
âyouâre so worked up for all your studies, and for what?â he sneered, chuckling darkly at you. you bit your lip as another slap went across his cheek, feeling all the anger forcing its way to give him what he wants. you knew damn well that suguru was enjoying on riling you up, coaxing you to take it out on him by saying those words that he knew would gain the right reaction that he needs.
âfuck you, sugu⌠f-fuck youâŚâ
âdoing so well for me, baby.â he leaned forward to capture your lips, his lips grazing your earlobe. âyou can do more than that, don't you?â
your thrusts became more erratic as his voice rang over your ears. you grabbed a handful of his hair, tugging it down so he could look at you. your face was a mix of both anger and pleasure, a sight that made suguru feel more aroused. he groaned as your hand flew over on his cheek again, his eyes glistening with lust.
âohh, f-fuck!â the thumb on your clit increased its pace, as slaps after slaps on his face kept coming, eager to erase that stupid grin on his lips.
suguru grunted, his moans getting louder each second that it syncs with your sounds. your hand traveled up his throat, pressing on gently enough to restrict his breathing.
he let out a strangled laugh causing you to land another slap on his face. he can't believe that he felt so fucked out, enjoying the pleasure and roughness that you were giving him. the angered look on your face made his cock twitch inside you.
your hips thrusts up and down. up and down. unrelenting. it became frantic as his cock hit your right spots, driving you wild in ecstasy.
he could feel your pussy clenching around his cock, your thrusts became more urgent, your gripped on his neck beginning to tighten. his eyes were tied shut, suguruâs chest heaving as your wetness engulfed his cock.
âiâm cumming, baby. f-fuck, you gonâ cum, princess? you're doing so good- f-fucking hellâŚâ
he hears your whines. his name rolling out of your tongue in desperation to reach your high. he bucked his hips, thrusting forward to meet yours, pistoning in and out furiously as the pleasure built up.
âsuguru! ahh! hhk-â your hips shattered, your body convulsing with your orgasm reaching its peak. suguru let out a growl in pleasure, his hands squeezing your ass firmly. his own orgasm quickly approached, hot semen spurting right inside your sweet hole.
he breathes heavily, thrusting his cum right inside you slowly, making sure that nothing would come to waste. your hands released his neck, seeing how it turned red by the way you gripped so harshly. even his face was all flushed from all the slapping you did, with a small bruise forming on his temple, but suguru had a grin on his face.
his hair disheveled, chest heaving as you both catch your breaths. âstill mad, baby?â
you shake your head, looking at him apologetically. ânot anymore. iâm sorry, did i hit you too hard?â
suguru chuckled, his eyes half-lidded from the pleasure you just gave him. he took your hand in his, kissing your palm softly. âi fucking loved it, baby.â
he looks at you lovingly. suguru has already memorized you like the back of his hands, from your body to your heart and beneath your soul. and he'll do anything to make you feel better, to make you feel loved and cared for. he adores you so much that he wouldn't allow letting your insecurities pull you down.
suguru holds your hips, rocking yourself gently on his cock. your eyes rolling back, a soft moan escaping from your lips. he smiled, resting his head on the crook of your neck. âyou're enough, baby. always remember that, okay?â he looked up at you before placing a kiss on your forehead. you basked into the aftermath of your lovemaking, your head falling on his chest as you nodded at his words. âdon't ever doubt your abilities. failure is inevitable, it's a part of ourselves that symbolizes the efforts we do for trying.â suguru whispers, gently placing kisses all over your face. âand i love you for all your flaws and failures. don't ever think that you're not enough for me.â
đââď¸ i genuinely want to make an academic rivals to lovers fic/series with suguru
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You send him a text "Thanks for the flowers, babe" attached with a photo of a bouquet as a prank. Obvs, he gets jealous/possessive.
Anon, I love this. I cackled the first time I read it, and I've been wanting to get to it for a while. There are so many requests (and I will get to them all), but with my health being shit, I'm trying to select from the pool where I'm not overworking my brain or stressing myself out trying to come up with something. This prompt came very naturally to me.
These are all spicy. Period. I didn't hold back with this one. Maybe I'm ovulating or some shit but I literally couldn't write anything but smut for this prompt. I had a lot of fun with this one, and I hope you enjoy.
Task Force 141 x Female Reader
Content & Warnings: swearing, dirty talk, praise, spanking, oral sex (female & male receiving), face fucking, restraints, vaginal fingering, unprotected piv (wrap it up irl), creampie, jealousy, possessive behavior, orgasm control
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Simon "Ghost" Riley
Simonâs phone buzzes in his pocket. He ignores it, attention stuck on Price who stands in front of a large map of Europe.
There are picturesâsome have a red âXâ through them while a couple others have black question marks. The mission isnât done, but that isnât surprising. This has taken months to complete. Itâs been slow, and entirely too complicated for Simonâs liking.
His phone buzzes again, the vibration pulling his attention away.
When the third buzz comes in, his agitation turns to worry. Simon never allows messages to come through at work unless itâs from very specific people. To have three come through in less than two minutes stirs something in his gut.
Price starts talking again but Simonâs brain is melting. He reaches into his pocket and fishes out his phone. Keeping it next to his thigh, Simon awakens the screen.
Your name is there and 3 new messages.
Simon glances up, but no one is looking at him. Silently, he unlocks the phone and clicks over to his messages, tapping on your name.
At first, Simon doesnât understand. His brain short-circuits, and then unbridled jealousy comes roaring forward.
The first message is a photo of a beautiful bouquet sitting on the kitchen island. Itâs fucking large, taking up most of the space. The flowers are different shades of pink, yellow, and orange. It looks like spring.
Beneath the picture are two texts.
Thanks for the flowers!!
I love you!
But Simon did not get you flowers. He didnât order these, and he certainly didnât have them delivered to the flat.
Fuck. What the actual fuck.
Someone else did this.
Simonâs first thought is that Johnny did it to prank him. But Johnny has been a bit subdued today, and his attention isnât on Simon at all.
No. Itâs likely not him.
Simon locks his phone and stews. He canât just leave this meeting. Itâs important, but heâs going to get to the fucking bottom of it.
By the time Price dismisses them, Simon is already out the door, charging toward his locker to grab his stuff. It usually takes him a half hour to arrive home, but today he does it in twenty. When Simon bursts through the front door, heâs ready to toss those flowers right off the balcony.
But then he sees your faceâhow happy you areâand Simon melts. You throw yourself into his arms, and Simon instinctually responds, embracing you tightly. He presses his face into your hair and inhales.
âMissed you,â you say, grabbing both sides of his face and kissing him. âThank you for the flowers.â
I didnât get you any flowers.
Simon smiles because itâs all he can manage. That jealousy from earlier starts to curl back up, twisting around in his ribcage.
âDid you like the note?â
You frown. âWhat note?â
The way you ask isâŚodd. Itâs far too innocent in the presentation. Simon knows your cues and this seems forced to him. But the sender didnât leave a message. That doesnât give Simon much to go on if heâs going to track down who sent them.
âMaybe they forgot,â he replies, kissing your forehead. âShow them to me.â
With a bright smile, you take his hand, guiding him into the kitchen. Theyâre much more stunning in person and Simon momentarily freezes. Did he forget your birthday? An anniversary? An important event?
Simon recalls nothing for todayâs date.
The jealousy rises again but he clamps down on it. Anyone could have sent this, especially a friend of yours or a family member. Doesnât mean there is someone out there with predatory intentions. And for all Simon knows, youâre having a laugh, riling me up. Youâve done it before.
âTheyâre lovely,â observes Simon. âBetter than the picture.â
Your grin is gorgeous, a thing Simon wants to bottle up. You open your mouth to answer him but the dryer goes off. âHold on,â you call over your shoulder as you dash away. âLet me change over the loads.â
When you disappear, Simon goes for the bouquet. He quickly checks through every flower and between the stems, even sticks his fingers in the dirt. Simon doesnât know what the fuck heâs looking for, but heâs grasping for anything.
The only thing of note is the business card which Simon quickly plucks from its holder and tucks into his pocket. Simon steps away from the bouquet when you appear again.
Jealousy is stewing, showing its fangs, curling tighter around Simonâs ribs.
When you reach for him, Simon sweeps you off your feet, planting you on the kitchen island. You giggle, but Simon cuts it off, drawing you to the edge to seize your lips in a fierce kiss.
That jealous viper between his bones tells him to possess you.
Simonâs hands drop to your waist and then your hips. He settles himself between your legs, hands moving down to your bare thighs.
Youâre flushed with embarrassment, attempting to hide your face from him, giggling his name as you fist his shirt.
âIâve been thinking about you all day,â rasps Simon.
Your lips part and Simon slides his tongue inside. You moan, suck on his tongue, and release him. Simonâs grip on your thighs tightens.
âAll day?â you ask softly.
Moving his hands to beneath your thighs, Simon tugs you into his arms and carries you over to the dining room table, but doesnât place you on top of it. He brings you to your feet, and then his fingers curl around the shorts that are little more than underwear.
âTake these off.â
âSimonââ
âDo it,â he growls, releasing them and bringing his hand back to his side.
Slowly, you do as he says. You bring them up so that Simon can see them before tossing them to the side. That viper in him hisses, the venom leaking into his system.
Simon slides his hand between your thighs. You lean back against the table, hands resting on the edge as you part your legs. What his fingers find only makes him groan.
Withdrawing, Simon licks his fingers clean. âTurn around. Bend over the table. Show me what I want.â With a smirk on your lips, you face the table, and bend forward, going up on your toes.
Fuck the flowers and whoever sent them. Youâre his.
Simon unbuckles the front of his belt, undoes the zipper of his pants, and frees his aching cock. He needs to be inside you, to hear you say his name, to feel you come around him. He needs to possess because itâs the only thing he can do right now.
Guiding with his hand, Simon rubs the head of his cock through your slickness. Youâre already so wet for himâso fucking needy, and heâll devour it all. Give you exactly what you want while taking something for him.
As he starts to slide in, you whimper. Reaching back, your hand grabs your ass, opening yourself a bit wider for him.
Bloody hell.
Simon doesnât want to go slow. Using his grip on your hip, he slides all the way in, making you take him to the hilt with one forward thrust of his hips.
Your gasp is choked, and then Simon is lost, pounding into you as if this is the last time heâll ever fuck you. Itâs only your tightness, your breathy moans of pleasure, and the desperate why you say his name. It wraps around him, satiates the viper, calms the rising jealousy until itâs only you Simon can focus on.
Through the haze, Simon finds your clit, plays with it, slows his thrusts until your orgasm arrives, squeezing him so tight he almost finishes right then and there. But once that wave crests and crashes, Simon is back at it. Planting both hands on the table on either side of your waist, Simon stutters out, his lower back tensing, everything draw up.
Simonâs orgasm is an unraveling. All the tension melts as he finishes, and even then, he continues to thrust, pushing his cum deeper inside you. His chest heaves, body shuddering as he draws back a bit. Your breathing is just as labored.
Easing out of your body, Simon admires the bloom of cum at your entrance. He presses it back inside before helping you unbend from the table. Turning you around to face him, Simon claims your mouth in a deep kiss, his grasping the back of your head.
You form to him, and Simonâs hunger flares.
âTo bed,â he says, drawing you away with a tug on your hair.
âTo sleep?â you ask, smirking.
Maybe you did all this. Planned it all from the beginning.
Naughty girl.
Simon shakes his head. âNot yet.â
He releases you, and then smacks your ass for good measure. Squeaking, you scurry away toward the bedroom. Simon stands there for a moment, composing himself. Reaching into his pocket, he withdraws the business card. There is an address and a phone number.
Glancing over his shoulder at the bouquet, Simon comes to a decision. Stalking toward his duffle, Simon secures the business card in a side pocket. Heâll deal with this at work.
Right now, youâre getting undressed.
And Simon is much more interested in that.
Flowers can wait.
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
You send the final text and lock your phone, leaving it on the coffee table.
Itâs just a little prank. A tease.
Kyle is always a gentleman even when he makes your toes curl and pulls unseemly sounds from between your lips. But riling him up can be just as fun. Kyle isnât one to be jealous or even possessive of you. Heâs certainly protective, and his presence always makes you feel safe, but youâre aching for something else right now.
The flowers werenât all that expensive. And they are pretty.
Your phone buzzes. You ignore it.
It buzzes again.
When you check the screen, you see two new texts from Kyle. You stare at it, and set it back down. Youâre going to let him stew and question. If anything, Kyle might think the flowers innocent.
Tapping your fingers against your knee, impatience stirring in your belly, you stare out the patio door. You need to distract yourself, but the urge to look is too strong. Snatching the phone back up, you glance at the messages.
Thatâs sweet, love.
But I didnât get you flowers.
Honesty. This man is terrible at lying or hiding his feelings.
You tap out a reply.
Of course you did! Loved the note you left with it!
Kyleâs reply is instant.
Note?
You nearly cackle at the ceiling and when you hit send.
I want you tonight. You know you can have me whenever lol. No need to send flowers about it.
Within seconds of you hitting send, you phone starts to vibrate. Yelping, you nearly drop the thing. Kyleâs name and a photo of him at the beach pop up on your screen. You stare at it, allowing it to go to voicemail. He calls again immediately.
You launch off the couch, pacing as the phone falls back into voicemail. Itâs a bit thrilling knowing that Kyle is likely worked up on the other end.
Answer the phone, comes Kyleâs next text, and then, Iâm coming home.
Oh shit.
You are all nervous excitement waiting for him. And when he does come barreling through the door, youâre a bit shocked at the sight of him.
Slowly, he shuts the front door, striding into the kitchen where the bouquet is. He stares at it for a long moment before turning his gaze on you.
âKyle,â you say brightly, walking toward him.
He holds up a finger and walks past you. You hear the opening and shutting of doors, of drawers being opened, and items moving around. Kyle returns, hands on his hips, concern on his features.
âWhatâs wrong?â you ask.
âI didnât send you those flowers.â
âDidnât you?â you reply, innocently, moving toward them.
Kyle shoots forward and begins digging through the stems. âWhere is that bloody card?â he mutters.
There is no card. No note. You made it all up.
âKyle,â you say, but he ignores you.
âUn-fucking-believable,â he says, ripping opening the plastic to see inside.
âKyle,â you repeat, adding a bit of volume behind your voice.
Again, he ignores you, scattering the flowers across the countertop.
âWhen I find the fucking wanker thatââ
âKyle!â
He turns, eyes a bit wild. Kyle looks ridiculous, and you suddenly feel terrible. You reach for him, placing both hands on either side of his face. âThereâs no note.â
Kyle blinks like he didnât hear you correctly. âWhat?â
âThereâs no note,â you repeat. âI bought the floââ
Kyle groans loudly and places his entire hand over your face, muffling the last few words. âBloody hell, baby girl.â He lightly pushes off, dropping his hand, and stepping back.
You grin sheepishly as Kyle crosses his arms over his chest.
âWhat was the goal?â he asks, leaning forward a bit.
You shrug your shoulders. âTo rile you up?â
Kyle laughs, short and clipped. âRile me up?â
âYes,â you say slowly.
He leans in a bit more, a smirk on his face. âAnd what do you think was going to happen once you riled me up?â
You know that Kyle already knows the answer to this question. But heâs indulging you. As he always does.
âI didnât think that far,â you reply, but itâs far from the truth.
You wanted to rile him up so that heâd come home and fuck you like a man possessed.
Kyle bites down on his bottom lip and you track the movement. âNo, love. You did.â He straightens. âAnd I know what you want.â
Kyle steps into your space, his head dipping as if to kiss you but pausing just before. âYou need a good throat fucking. I need an apology. And then I can give you what you want.â
âKyle,â you breathe.
âOn your knees, love. Present your mouth.â
You obediently drop to your knees, and part your lips.
âWider,â he almost growls.
You do so just as Kyle reaches down and undoes the front of his belt. He doesnât even look. Doesnât flinch. The belt is gone and the front of his pants are open by the time Kyle grabs your face and brings you close.
âTongue out.â
You do so, and Kyle taps the head of his cock against it before sliding it back and forth over your tongue. His hold shifts, falling to the nape of your neck.
âTake it like a good girl. Got it?â
You nod, and Kyle draws you forward, forcing you to take all of him. Holding you in place for a few seconds, Kyle only eases you back once your gag reflex kicks in. Kyle adjusts his stance, and your hands grasp the sides of his thighs.
Kyleâs hand on the back of your neck tightens as his other hand tangles in your hair. Keeping you in place, he starts to thrust, fucking your mouth like he would your pussy. All you can do is cling to him, to hold on as he grunts above you.
There isnât any anger there, just a stern brow and a need for control. Itâs delicious. Entirely mouth-watering. Your core warms, a slickness blooming, indicating just how much this turns you on.
To bring Kyle toward his end, you make little sounds in your throat. It makes him stutter. It makes him moan. Beneath his pants, you feel the muscles in his legs tighten. And then heâs forcing you down his length, throating him entirely as he comes down your throat.
Breathing through you nose is the only thing holding you together. And when he slides you off, you cough, wiping at your lips.
Kyleâs hand caresses your cheek, drawing your gaze to him. He arches a single eyebrow.
âIâm sorry,â you say.
Reaching out, Kyle draws you up to your feet, bringing you close. His smile is soft, and when he comes in for a kiss, it is consuming.
âNow that youâve riled me up,â he murmurs against your lips. âIâll give you what you want.â
Kyle pulls away, his thumb pressing on your bottom lip.
âTake off your clothes. Kneel on the bed. And bend over. Got it?â
You nod, and Kyle drops his hand.
âThatâs my good girl.â
John "Soap" MacTavish
Johnnyâs ears are ringing.
âYou better be bloody joking,â he growls at his phone.
On the screen is a beautiful bouquet of flowers. Flowers that youâre thanking him for. Flowers that he didnât send.
And the card? Bloody fucking hell. That card is going in the shredder. Johnny will tear it apart with his own teeth if he has to. Some fucker had the bright idea to send you flowers like heâs the one youâre dating.
No. Fuck that.
Johnny might be the demolitions expert, but he knows Ghost could dig around for him if he asked. Scratch that. Johnny is asking right fucking now.
âHey, Lt!â Johnny jogs over to Ghost and turns his phone around. âCan you trace who sent these flowers?â
Ghostâs expression behind the balaclava remains flat. âItâs a fucking photo, Johnny.â
Cursing under his breath, Johnny forwards the image to Ghost. Ghost checks his phone, enlarging the image.
He grunts. âShould be easy.â Ghost glances up from the screen. âWhy?â
âSomeone making a move on my woman,â replies Johnny, holding back a growl.
âDone,â says Ghost. âGive me a couple hours.â
It doesnât take Ghost long, and Johnny has to laugh out loud.
âYou fucking naughty thing,â mutters Johnny as he unlocks the door to your flat.
When he enters, youâre nearly on your toes, eager for him. Itâs cute, but you need to learn first. Sure, the prank is harmless, but you were wanting a rise out of him.
Punishment is needed.
âJohnny,â you say brightly, coming around the counter to greet him.
As you arms reach for him, Johnny removes his belt. Your gaze drops, but he is faster than you. Johnny has the belt around your wrists and secured before you can even protest.
âWhat are you doing?â you ask breathlessly.
âThought I wouldnât find out?â Johnny tuts. He yanks you forward, bringing the two of you almost face-to-face. âBought those flowers yourself.â
Johnny tugs on the belt again. You stumble into him and he spins you around. With another quick tug, Johnny has the belt looped onto one of the coat hooks embedded in the wall.
Reaching down, Johnny palms your ass, his lips pressed to your ear. âGot me all jealous at work. Had Ghost stalking the flower shop and everything.â He squeezes, and then smacks your ass. Hard.
You whimper. âJohnny. Iâm sorry.â
âNo apologies, love.â He kisses your throat. Your skin is soft and he inhales, savoring your scent. Youâre freshly showered, and the smell of your shampoo invades his nostrils.
It doesnât take much to rid you of your underwear. Itâs just you in an old shirt and your bare ass on full display. Johnny slides his hands between you clenched thighs.
âSpread them.â
You do so obediently and a primal part of him simmers with pleasure. Johnny slowly drops to his knees behind you. He savors the view, taking his time to enjoy the sight before him. Even from here, Johnny can see how slick you are. How wanton.
Heâs going to devour you. Make you beg. Deny you what it is you most want until youâre a fucking mess for him. Thatâs punishment enough.
Johnny tests by running one finger over your pussy. It comes back glossy. He pops it into his mouth, groaning at your taste.
âWant me to eat this pretty pussy?â asks Johnny, running his finger over you again.
You nod frantically. âYes. Please.â
Thatâs a start.
Johnny leans in, the tip of his tongue playing with your entrance. He traces it with his tongue before slipping inside, slowly fucking you with it. Itâs not enough, but Johnny knows this. He needs to suck on your clit and give you his fingers to make you come.
But even then, youâll have to wait.
Youâll have to beg.
Johnny trails upward, swirling his tongue, finding your clit. He teases it. Flicks it back and forth in a steady stroke. Youâre already growing wetter. Youâre already moaning above him. Too bad you donât know whatâs coming.
Johnny slides one finger inside of you, pumping twice before inserting a second. Youâre tight around him. He can feel the stretch.
He works you slowly, lightly thrusting his fingers in and out of your pussy as he teases your clit with his tongue. Above him, your moans come unbroken and loud. Itâs sweet. He loves the sound. But Johnny knows your tells, and when your muscles begin to clench and unclench quickly, he ceases all movement.
âWhat the fuck,â you gasp, glancing down.
Johnny chuckles. âYou have to earn it love.â
âJohnny, please,â you beg.
âWhatâs that, love? Didnât hear you?â
âPlease,â you say, drawing it out.
âPlease what?â he prompts.
âI want to come,â you murmur.
Johnny smirks and starts fucking you with his fingers again, but doesnât put his mouth back on your clit. Itâs not enough for you. Youâre squirming. Wiggling. Needing more.
âYou pull another stunt like this again, love, and this,â Johnny smacks your ass with a sharp thwack, âwill be red.â
âIâm sorry, Johnny. Please. Justâplease.â
Johnny teases your clit with a quick swipe of his tongue. âBeg some more.â
You do. All sorts of obscene things fall from your lips. When tears form in the corner of your eyes, Johnny finally gives you relief.
He fucks your gorgeous pussy with his fingers. He tastes and teases until youâre crying out, clamping around him as you come undone.
Johnny withdraws. Straightens.
Youâre still hanging on the hook.
He frees you from it, but does not remove the belt from around your wrists. Johnny presses you against him with a flat palm upon your stomach.
âDonât do that again,â he murmurs.
âI wonât.â
Johnny kisses your throat. âTo bed.â
You frown, holding up your bound hands. âBut the belt.â
âStays on,â he says, fisting the tangling leather. âUntil Iâm done with you.â
John Price
John isnât one for texting.
Youâll send him a barrage of texts only for him to call you hours later asking what you were texting him about.
Which is why you didnât think this plan would work.
But then it did, and now youâre bent over Johnâs lap, bare ass in the air.
John told you that he was working late to catch up on paperwork. Whenever that happens, he always gives you a call to check-in and hear your voice. Itâs routine at this point. A comfort. Most of the time, he just wants you on the other side, to have you talk about the day or whatever you want while heâs working. John will usually remain silent, listening, basking in your voice.
You planned it perfectly, knowing that heâd check his phone before giving you a call. You sent the photo of the flowers. A beautiful display really. And they were on sale. You also sent him a picture of the makeshift ânoteâ that you made for it. All it said was âthinking of youâ with no name. All of that was follow up by a âthank youâ and promises to please him later.
John was calm when he called youâalmost eerily so. When you thanked him from the flowers, he didnât reply. He simply pushed past it. The thing is, John saved all of that energy up for when he came home.
Your ass stings. John rubs the spot he just smacked before squeezing.
âNow, love. Tell me the truth.â He says it so sweetly, like itâs such a simple thing.
And you donât know how much longer youâll last under this barrage.
âYou bought them for me,â you whimper, keeping up the façade.
John shakes his head. âWe both know thatâs not true.â He squeezes your ass again, the sting burning slightly when he letâs go.
âIâd guess youâre seeing someone else but that would be lie. Wouldnât it?â
He punctuates this statement by slipping his hand between your thighs, his fingers running over your pussy, parting your slickness. John dips one finger inside and then another, only to retreat and grab your ass cheek with the same hand.
âI know just how to make you wet, love. You have no one else to run to.â
âI told youâFuck! John!â You jolt in his lap as his palm comes down on your already throbbing cheek.
âBe honest, love. Or youâll get a few more.â
You swallow down your pride. You wanted him riled up, but you werenât expecting this. Not for John to come home, strip you down, and bend you over his lap.
âI bought them,â you grumble.
Johnâs hand eases. âYou what?â
âI bought them,â you snap.
âI knew you did.â
Before you have the chance to form a retort, John guides you up and into his lap. He grabs the front of your throat, bringing you close to him. He does not kiss you. He simply hovers.
âYouâre going to straddle my lap and bounce on my cock until I fill you up. You understand?â
You nod, and Price letâs go of your throat.
âGet to it,â he purrs.
John is fully clothed, and youâre wearing nothing at all. You undo the clasp of his belt, pull the zipper, and he flexes his hips enough that you can work his pants down a bit. When his hard length is free to you, you straddle him, lining yourself up.
He remains impassive as you start to sink down. The stretch is perfectâas it always is, and you groan as you seat yourself entirely on his cock. Gripping his shoulders, you roll up and back down, rocking when you can to give your legs a break.
John still stays quiet but his gaze is assessing. Slowly, his hand comes around your neck again, and this time he squeezes slightly. Itâs not to hurt. Itâs to dominate and possess.
âWho do you belong to, love?â he asks.
âYou,â you murmur, sinking down on him.
âSay it again,â repeats John.
âI belong to you,â you gasp, coming up and then back down.
âAgain,â and this time thereâs a growl in his tone.
âIâm yours, John.â
âFucking right,â he says, crashing his mouth to yours.
The kiss is a claiming, one that shoots through your body and consumes your limbs and control. You shudder, pussy clenching, and then John is fucking up into you, his hands on your hips.
Youâre no longer in control. Itâs just John, and his need to possess.
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ę° đ in for it â genshin men ęą
⥠synopsis : how genshin men eat you out, just to keep it brief
⥠characters : wriothesley, neuvillette, al haitham
⥠content warning : nsfw ( 18+ ), fem!reader, cunnilingus, face-sitting, fingering, office sex, teasing, praising, squirting
๨ৠnote : been in a writing mood recently and a wriothesley brain rot⌠sorry if it's shorter than usually, still trying to get used to writing smut but please enjoy ! ŕŤŽę° ËáË ęąá
ŕ¨ŕ§ WRIOTHESLEY
âĽâ âš wriothesley was⌠messy when it came to eating pussy. to him, the messier the better. and the more messy you were on his face, the longer he was staying between your thighs.
right now, wriothesley was in bliss. your thighs locked around his head and your sweet cunt in his face, what could be better than this?
"sit down, sweetheart." he commands.
"are you sure? what if i suff-" you were cut off by a squeal, wriothesley's large hands grabbed at your ass, shoving you down on his face completely.
wriothesley licks one thick strip up your pussy, from your hole to your clit before his soft lips wrap around the bud and pleasure shoots up your spine.
"o-oh... oh my god..." you moan, your hands grab at the headboard of the bed tightly, your knuckles turning white. you begin to rock your hips lightly, still nervous about hurting your boyfriend.
until wriothesley pulls away, peeking out between your thighs, looking unimpressed. "if you're going to ride my face, fucking ride it." he demands. "use me, i'm all yours, baby." then he dives back into your pussy, slurping obnoxiously.
you hesitate briefly, then think about his words and begin to truly ride his face and crying out loud. your clit bumps deliciously on his nose and his tongue slithers itâs way into your hole.
your hands soon leave the wooden headboard and makes their way down to wriothesleyâs inky locks, pulling at the hair. âah! so good! mmph!â
he groans into your pussy. your slick and his saliva was everywhere. on his nose, his lips, and it was dripping down his chin. god how he loved you, loves your pussy, your tits, and he loved the way you were riding his face so desperately.
âthatâs it⌠thatâs my fucking girlâŚâ
ŕ¨ŕ§ NEUVILLETTE
âĽâ âš âyouâre a messy little thing, arenât you?â neuvillette chuckled. you were currently sitting half-naked on the edge of his oak desk in the palais mermonia. just wearing your white blouse, your panties and skirt were discarded and thrown somewhere in the room, your bare pussy was dripping on the wood of the desktop.
"you usually don't tease..." you pout, looking down at your husband though his eyes didn't quite meet yours. instead they were trained on your cunt.
"sorry, love." though it doesn't truly sound like he is. neuvillette lowers to face your bare bottom, his lithe fingers come forward and pull apart the lips of your pussy.
"so beautiful..." he mumbles before his tongue meets your clit then travels down to your hole. his tongue thrusts into you and he tastes your slick on it. "so good..." he groans.
neuvillette then starts to eat you out like he's starved. his movements which are usually precise and calculated are now messy, and erratic. you've never quite felt heaven like this and neuvillette hadn't tasted heaven until the first time he ate you out.
your hands thread themselves in his hair as you moan out loud and they pull his head impossibly closer to your core. "oh! mmf!" and you feel tears begin to cloud your vision.
he didn't care that you were making a mess out of him, and he didn't care about how your arousal was all over his desk or all over his face.
though there is a sudden tightness in his pants, and it becomes more and more obvious to him, neuvillette continues to let you use his mouth. to let you reach that orgasm you oh so deserved because he wanted to be the cause of it.
ŕ¨ŕ§ AL HAITHAM
âĽâ âš âtsk⌠youâre such a distractionâŚâ al haitham feigns annoyance. he brings his hands up to your thighs and pries them apart. "can't even read a book in peace around you, can i?"
"ah! 'm sorry... i just really needed you, al haitham." you mumble looking down your body and the view breathtaking.
al haitham had his head leaning against your left thigh, pressing open mouth kisses that were getting closer and closer to where you needed him most. while his left hand was rubbing lazy circles against your puffy clit.
"i can tell... you're dripping on the couch." he sighs. al haitham likes to act like he's bothered, when in reality he had already read that book more then ten times over for a research paper. he was secretly more than happy to please you, though he won't admit that outright.
al haitham leans down and presses a kiss to your pussy, then his lips wrap around your clit and begins to suck on it. he liked to take his time eating you out, to savour it. to savour you. and that meant not making your cunt a sopping mess until you beg him for it. but he wonât tease you all that much today seeing how badly you needed him.
you moan out, one hand of yours coming up and grabbing your own breast. "t-thank you. love you, love you so much al haitham!" you babble.
"love you too, baby..." he murmurs into your pussy. soon, his long fingers meet where his mouth is pleasuring you and they make their way into your little hole, thrusting in and out.
you swallow back a loud sob, remembering you're not entirely alone in your boyfriend's house, as if the sounds of al haitham eating up all your sloppy pussy has to offer isn't loud enough.
al haitham's fingers were making your head spin along with the way his tongue was moving over your clit. his digits were grazing that sweet spot inside of you and the sound of your hiccups only spur him on more.
"please, please! al haitham 'm gonna cum!" you sob.
"do it." he pulls back for a moment, "cum on my face..." then he dives back into your cunt, his tongue and fingers now working overtime to make you orgasm.
your hips begin to grind against his mouth and your chest heaves. "i-i'm cumming! oh my god!" you cry out as you orgasm, hot flashes of white makes it way across your abdomen and you make a mess everywhere. your arousal covered al haitham's face, his hands and your quivering thighs.
"you're so messy..." al haitham says as he moves up to your face.
"sorry..." you apologize.
"don't." he says sharply, not wanting you to feel bad. his lips then meet yours, and you taste yourself on his tongue. "we're going to do that again and this time, you're going to be louder."
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Make Me Water (M)
Can you blow my mind?
Set off my whole body
If I give you my time
Can you snatch my soul from me?
đ water - tyla; make me - britney spears, g-eazy; the look - ali gatie, kehlani; meeting in my bedroom - silk; tonight - dxvn., daniel di angelo; slidin' - kai and more... đ
⢠Pairing: Seonghwa x (F)Reader
⢠Genre: Non-Idol!AU, Friends to Lovers, Smut, Fluff
⢠Rating: 18+
⢠Words: 14.4k
⢠Summary: The most unexpected topic comes up during a drinking session with your friends, leading to one of them making a rather bold claim. You declare that theyâre full of shit and unintentionally make them determined to prove you wrong.
⢠Warnings/themes: drinking, swearing, explicit sexual content, discussion about inappropriate topics, Seonghwa and his bedroom eyes đś, Y/N is in for the ride of her life, bickering, making out, body worship, teasing, edging, praise, fingering, squirting (itâs gon be real wet up in here đŁď¸đŚ), dirty talk, oral (f. and m. receiving), multiple orgasms, creampie, multiple positions, unprotected sex (dooonât do this), aftercare
⢠Notes: She's heeeeere~ I feel like I've been through the wringer working on this one, so I hope it was worth the wait! Thank you to @wooahaeproductions for beta'ing! đ
âAlright, alright, itâs my turn now!â
Wooyoungâs exclamation made you and a couple of others look around with apprehension; nothing good came from his drunken mouth ninety percent of the time. But you humored him nonetheless by encouraging, âGo on, Woo.â
You and your group of friends had gathered at your place for the weekly hang out that involved food, drinks and conversations that could either start debates or leave everyone on the floor dying of laughter. Tonight was no exception as empty bottles of soju and beer laid across the coffee table, along with plates that once housed food that everyone brought.
Now that stomachs were full and inhibitions were lessened, in came the inappropriate discussions.
Wooyoung straightened his posture, looking like the Cheshire cat as he crowed, âWhatâs something youâve always wanted to try in bed that you havenât yet?â
Reactions varied. Some immediately looked up as they searched for an answer while others took a sudden interest in their drinking glasses. You were of the former as you scanned your brain, only for Mingi to step up to the plate first.
âYou know, Iâve always wanted to have sex while driving.â
Sakura quipped over her glass with, âLike road head or full on sex?â
âRoad head, I guess. Not trying to wreck my car.â
Jongho couldnât help but scoff, âLike you would have less of a chance of crashing from that.â
Mingi waved the younger man off, clearly not wanting his fantasy to be ruined.
âWhatever. Ningning, you go now.â
âHuh?! Why me?â
âBecause youâre sitting next to me, weâre going around in a circle.â
Ningning didnât seem too pleased with his reasoning, elbowing him sharply before gathering her thoughts.
âUhâŚI guessââ Her pretty face scrunched up. ââI wouldnât mind getting tied up.â
Everyone lit up with curiosity, but it was overshadowed from Jongho nearly choking on his beer all of a sudden. Seonghwa was quick to lean over and pat his back to help out.
âEasy there.â
âIâmââ A cough. ââfine, hyung, thanks.â
Wooyoung leaned forward, eyes scrunched as he stared down Ningning.
âEh? Bondage? Our little Ningning is into that?â
âOkay, one, donât call me little or Iâll throw something at you. Two, I havenât tried it yet.â
âBut you want to one day.â
Knives might as well have gone into Wooyoung with the way she glared him down.
âIsnât that the point of this game? Dumbass.â
You were quick to jump in with, âNing, I think we need to keep you away from the soju, even though Woo deserves every word youâre hurling at him.â
âHey!â
Ningning huffed, crossing her arms before leaning back against the couch. âWhatever. Jongho, are you alright? Sorry if I scared you.â
Jongho was under control now, although his cheeks had a slight flush to them.
âY-Yes, NingningâŚyou didnât scare me, just took me off-guard.â
She giggled, doing a complete one-eighty from her interaction with Wooyoung.
âDid I? Iâll try not to do it again, âkay?â
Whatever Jongho was about to reply with dwindled into a sheepish chuckle when her hand patted his.
âO-Okay.â
âAnywaysââ The attention was back on Wooyoung again, thanks to his obnoxious call. ââsince youâre back in action, itâs your turn now.â
âHuh?! OhâŚâ
The way the poor kid deflated had you about to pipe up to defend him, only for Seonghwa to beat you to it.
âWooyoung, take it down a notch, will you?â
The offender placed a hand on his chest as if he was falsely accused of a crime. âIâm sorry, I didnât realize I was around a bunch of wet blankets. Look, if he wants to skip, fine. Donât need him choking to death.â
Just as Seonghwa was about to scold again, Jongho waved a hand to ease the tension.
âHyung, itâs fine.â
âAre you sure? Donât let him pressure you.â
The younger man gave his elder a toothy grin in reassurance.
âYes.â
âYou heard him, mom, let him answer!â
Seonghwa sighed in defeat, shaking his head as he got comfortable in his spot next to you again. You leaned in to whisper, âThereâs no winning against Woo when heâs drunk, I thought you knew that by now.â
Your friend chuckled lowly, bumping your thigh with his hand.
âThank you for the reminder. Say it a little earlier next time, yes?â
A giggle escaped, from both his quip and the light touch.
âYes, Hwa.â
Remembering that Jongho was about to answer now, you tuned out of your brief conversation with the man beside you and back to the group.
âI alwaysâŚâ
Hesitation spread over Jonghoâs face as he trailed off; whatever he wanted to say must have been too much for his introverted self to admit. But Wooyoung was quick to encourage him by saying, âCome on, Jongho, spit it out! This is a no judgment zone.â
The younger man gave his friend a look of gratitude before taking a deep breath. âOkay, okay. UmâŚIâve always been curious aboutâŚâ
With his teeth coming on full display and his full cheeks reddening further, he unloaded.
âSquirting?â
Between Mingi spitting out his beer, Wooyoung screeching in surprise at the mess that landed on him, Sakura and Ningning gasping and your jaw dropping, the room went in an uproar.
âYah, you got beer on me!â
âServes you right for starting this in the first place.â
âHuh?! Jongho, are you for real?â
âYes! Whatâs wrong, i-is it too much?â
Sakura waved her hands in placation, continuing, âNo, itâs not! Iâm just surprised to hear that from you, of all people.â
He was quick to straighten up, eyes narrowing in defense. âWhat is that supposed to mean?!â
âYou seem soâŚclean-cut?â
âYeah, not like someone who wants their mattress turned into a water bed.â
Jongho snapped at Mingiâs confusion with, âIâm not talking about a whole geyser, thatâs fake! Just a little bit, you know?â
The tall man still looked unconvinced, full lips pursed.
âOkay, but, is it even possible?â
âYeah, I heard itâs not easy to doââ Wooyoung had the nerve to wiggle his fingers in the air. ââgotta have the magic touch.â
Of course, the troublemaker himself glanced at you, Sakura and Ningning before questioning, âUnless either of you lovely ladies have experience in that area?â
Ningning shook her head swiftly. âNever.â
Sakura lifted her chin. âNope.â
Which left you to end the interrogation with, âNo, and it wonât ever happen.â
Wooyoung backed off, humming in curiosity. Just when it seemed that he was going to move on to the next victim, a voice next to you spoke.
âIâve seen it happen before.â
Every eye in the room landed on Seonghwa, looking as casual as ever despite his controversial statement.
âEh? What do you mean?â
He looked at Jongho casually while lifting his glass to his lips. âIâve made someone squirt before.â
Sheer chaos erupted all at once. While everyone else talked over each other, you gawked at your friend. You did not expect something like that to come out of Seonghwa, of all people.
Seonghwa, who kept a close eye on your group during every outing.
Seonghwa, who stayed up until 3 AM playing Animal Crossing.
Prim, proper and pretty Seonghwa, who just admitted to causing an obscene act in the bedroom.
âHow?!â
âPatience and knowing what they like. You also have to make sure theyâre comfortable or you wonât get anywhere.â
It was ironic to see how fixated Wooyoung was on the topic, seeing as he was the one who started this game out of sheer debauchery, inquiring, âWas it planned? Or did it just happen out of nowhere?â
âIt was unexpected but intriguing. We were just doing the usual and I could feel something different. Before I realized it, there was a huge mess.â
You could have sworn you heard a hint of smugness in his tone.
âDamnâŚfrom fingering or fucking?â
A tilt of his lips.
âBoth.â
Wooyoung sat back, looking more than impressed at his friendâs prowess. But you werenât on board like the others were. Squirting always seemed like something that was exaggerated by people who didnât have much to brag about in the bedroom. Therefore, you couldnât help but interrupt the questioning.
âYou sure they didnât pee on you?â
Seonghwa turned his head, looking unimpressed with your snark. âIâm pretty sure.â
Your brow lifted.
âIt only happened that one time?â
âYes.â
You shrugged your shoulders.
âMaybe you just got lucky.â
The âooohâ echoing from your friends only amplified the taken aback expression on Seonghwaâs face.
âI think sheâs calling you bad in bed, Hwa.â
âNo, Iâm not! Iâm just skeptical, is all. Anywaysââ You shot a placating smile to everyone. ââwhy donât we move on to the next victim?â
Wooyoung cackled, âNow youâre speaking my language, Y/N! Sakura, you better answer with something to upstage hyung!â
âWooyoung-ah, donât put so much pressure on me!â
Following her whine, the group focused their full attention on the young woman, especially you as you pushed the previous topic to the back of your head. But while you were laser-focused on every single person who went next, you were unaware of the constant glances Seonghwa would shoot at the side of your head, something brewing deep in his dark eyes.
After the tumultuous discussions finally dimmed, you retreated into the kitchen to begin washing the pile of dishes from dinner. Despite the multiple offers of help, you turned them down. You could use some peace and quiet for a moment.
The dull thrum of conversation in the background was all the noise you needed as you began working on whatever was in the sink. But then you felt someone coming up to stand to your right once you got two plates in.
You didnât even need to look up to know who was butting in.
âDo you not know the meaning of relax?â
Seonghwa hummed playfully, reaching for one of the soaped-up dishes in your sink. âNo, not really.â
A huff left as you allowed him to help. No point wasting energy in saying no.
You scrubbed each one as well as you could before passing them off to your friend to rinse. Even though you knew he should have been kicking back in the living room with the others, his assistance was appreciated. You greatly underestimated how hard dried tteokbokki sauce was to get off.
âSo what are they talking about now? How to recreate positions from porn?â
Seonghwa chuckled at your quip. âNo, theyâre laser-focused on the game.â
âGood. I still canât believe we even had that conversation earlier.â
âYou know how Wooyoung and the others get when they drink.â A pause came before he spoke lowly, âThey didnât make you feel uncomfortable, did they?â
The way concern painted his tone made you look up, seeing his face expressing the same emotion. Leave it to him to always look out for you.
âNot at all. I was taken off-guardââ You gave a reassuring smile. ââbut it definitely livened up the night.â
He smiled with relief, taking another bowl from you to rinse off and dry.
âAlthough I have to admit, you caught me by surprise.â
âWhat, because of what I said?â
You hummed as you put your muscles into scrubbing a stubborn stain, âMhm. Doesnât seem like your kind of thing.â
Seonghwa huffed playfully, âWell, you never expressed any interest in my intimate life, so I didnât have a reason to inform you.â
His remark made your eyes roll.
âI mean that it doesnât seem like something your prim and proper self would be into.â
âYou say that like sex isnât meant to be the opposite of that.â
You shrugged. âI stand by what I said. Besides, you probably just got lucky with whoever she was.â
Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted Seonghwa turning his head to lift a defined brow. âWhat makes you say that?â
Wanting to emphasize your opinion, you paused your hands to give your friend a matter-of-fact expression.
âBecause a lot of women canât squirt. I donât care what âexpertsâ say, itâs damn near impossible.â
To your surprise, he frowned. âY/N, do you really think Iâm lying?â
âNot lying, just taking an inch and making a mile out of itââ You went back to giving the dirty dishes attention. ââmaybe if I saw it in person, itâd be a different story.â
After that, it was silent, save for the faint cheers of your friends in the living room. You figured that was the end of that conversation.
âWhy bother telling you when I could just show you?â
Your fingers seemed to lose their grip on the plate, clattering into the sink loudly.
What? He did not just say that.
You turned to gawk at Seonghwa before stuttering, âH-Huh?â
He was nonplussed as he met your eyes, repeating, âI could just prove you wrong. Actions speak louder than words, no?â
Was he fucking serious? Seonghwa offering to show you how he could make you squirt?
âHwa, youâŚyouâre joking, right?â
âIâm not.â
Judging by the look on his face, he really wasnât.
Feeling a heat begin to creep up the back of your neck, you tore your gaze away to grab the plate, picking it up and checking to see if it suffered any damage from your slip-up.
âCome on, be for real right now. I canât do that.â
âYou canât let me touch you or you canât squirt?â
You almost threw the abused dish back down as your head whipped up to fix him a flustered glare.
âBoth! One, weâre friends. Two, Iâve never squirted and I never will.â
Seonghwa gave you an equally stern look, firing back, âWeâre both single and it would just be between the two of us. And have you ever even tried?â
âN-No, butââ
âSo how would you know?â
You pursed your lips, feeling a wave of frustration mixed with defeat overcoming you. It wasnât fun to admit, but he had a point.
He could probably tell by the look on your face that you knew this, yet he didnât gloat or prod you further. Seonghwa just kept watching and waiting for your next defense to come out. But it didnât come for a while as your mind raced with thoughts, coming up with one that took you for a spin.
Would it really be so bad to say yes?
If you had to be honest, a part of you always entertained escaping the friend zone with Seonghwa. Yes, he was an incredibly good-looking man, but that could only get you so far. It was his personality that made your mind wander, as well.
There was always something so incredibly attractive about someone who looked out for you and your best interests. It wasnât just with you, but with others as well. The amount of times he had jumped in to assist (especially with Jongho and Wooyoung) with getting them out of messes was too frequent.
But this was your friend. And friends and sex mixed together could either end up turning into something beautiful or an absolute disaster.
âSeonghwa.â
âHm?â
You peered up at him with confusion. âWhy me?â
For a moment, your friend said nothing while keeping his stare on you. But then the gentlest of smiles stretched his lips before he explained, âWhy not?â
Flabbergasted. Flustered. Any word to match your current feeling was necessary.
His reason was as simple as that?
âHwa, the TV is acting up again, can you help us?â
Sakuraâs sudden shout made the two of you jump, Seonghwa turning his head to call out, âGive me a second!â
You couldnât help but freeze when his dark eyes landed on you again, steady as if you two didnât have an inappropriate conversation just now.
âNo pressure, Y/N. Excuse me.â
And then he left you alone in the kitchen, reeling and staring at the spot he was previously in.
What the hell?
Desperate to distract yourself from what occurred, you turned to face the sink again. Cleaning up was considerably slower this time, thanks to your hands trembling. When you dropped the same butter knife for the third time, you swore under your breath and placed your palms on the edge of the counter, holding on tight. It was to try and get your nerves under control, but alas, you ended up pondering Seonghwa's offer in the meantime.
You sighed heavily, hanging your head for a moment as you reminded yourself to grab a shot before heading back to the others.
The rest of the night went smoothly with spikes of excitement, courtesy of Jongho and Ningningâs impromptu duet and Mingiâs long-winded explanation of how ants were the most useless bugs in existence. You tried your damnedest to focus on them and give your own input, but it was difficult thanks to the source of your troubles sitting right next to you.
You tried to play it cool, even though you kept stealing glances at Seonghwa, acting as nonplussed as ever. It didnât help at all when he decided to perch his head on your lap, humming as he looked ready to fall asleep at any moment.
Bastard.
Mercy was granted when everyone decided to head out later on. You saw them out with hugs and promises to make plans for next weekâs hangout, save for Seonghwa who decided to stay behind to help with the last bit of cleaning. You cursed his consideration, still feeling too shaken to be able to stay alone in the same room as him. As long as you avoided his eyes, you were okay.
When he finally decided to leave, you felt an odd mix of relief and disappointment. His offer hadnât been brought up again since earlier, leaving you to wonder if he was fully serious or just taking the piss out of you.
âAre you alright?â
You broke out of your thoughts, seeing Seonghwa observing you with concern.
âYeah, HwaâŚI think Iâm just ready for bed, that's all.â
âYou do look tired. Let me get out of your hair, then.â
And so you walked him to your front door, the feeling still lingering inside your chest. You tried your best to stifle it as you unlocked the door, giving your friend a smile.
âThanks for the help, Hwa.â
He gave you one of his gorgeous, toothy grins, making your gut flip in protest. âOf course, Y/N.â
And like always, he reached his arms out, waiting until you stepped into them to receive a tight hug.
A hug that made you a little giddy at times yet hit ten times harder tonight.
âHave a good night.â
Why did he have to whisper it like that? And so close to your head?
âYou too. Get home safe.â
Reluctantly, you let him go, watching as he stepped over the threshold. But as soon as both feet passed, that ball of tension inside crawled up and out of your mouth.
âSeonghwa.â
You almost didnât recognize your voice, trying not to mull over it too much as said man turned to look at you. Hesitation wracked you before you were able to muster a necessary question.
âAre you free this weekend?â
âI am. Why?â
Would you regret what you were about to do? Or would you be unlocking the door to something new and exciting?
There was no point in analyzing further as you gathered up every last one of your nerves to look him in the eye.
âI have a challenge for you.â
You were a fool. A horny, little fool who let her pussy take over her mind.
As badly as you wanted to blame Seonghwa for even putting this crazy idea into your head, it was absurd to try. You were the one who accepted his offer and you were the one currently driving over to his place to see if he could put his money where his mouth was.
Just the curious thoughts you had about what he might do had you gripping the steering wheel tighter.
They came to a halt when you parked and began making your way up to his apartment, trying not to look too jumpy to the doorman who always greeted you. You were no stranger to visiting, but a silly part of you became paranoid that heâd see right through and decipher the naughty reason that you were really here. But your facade remained steady until you made your way off the elevator and headed straight for one of the doors in the hallway.
You took in a deep breath, soothing your nerves a mite before ringing the doorbell. Whatever composure you mustered dwindled when Seonghwa answered a few seconds later, looking effortlessly gorgeous as ever. Yes, even in a plain white tee and gray sweats.
Damn. You probably looked basic as fuck with your simple cami and leggings on.
âY/N.â
The pleasant smile he gave reflected on your own face as you brought a mildly shaky hand up to give a short wave.
âI made it.â
âI can see that. Come in.â
As soon as he stepped aside, you entered, sliding your shoes off as he shut the door.
âBusy day today?â
You shrugged as you pushed your footwear to the side of the welcome mat. âBusy enough. I took it easy, honestly.â
âSaving your energy for tonight?â
The tips of your ears heated up at the ever so subtle upturn of his lips. Leave it to him to be direct.
âMaybe.â
Seonghwa chuckled as you looked anywhere but at him, leaning his shoulder against the door and folding his arms across his chest. âNo need to be so awkward, Y/N.â
You groaned and looked up at the ceiling before griping, âHwa, I just came over to your apartment to see if you could get me to squirt. How can I not be awkward?â
Your friendâs humorous smile grew into a reassuring one as he returned to his full height, reaching one of his hands out to hold yours.
âYou shouldnât feel awkward because itâs just between the two of us and weâre going to have a good time.â
The touch and reassurance from him eased your nerves a little, butâŚ
âBut what if I donât end up doing it?â
Seonghwaâs expression became a bit serious now.Â
âThen weâll figure it out, if we hit that wall. Either way, no pressureââ His thumb rubbed the back of your hand. ââI just want you to enjoy yourself.â
Your heart couldnât help but warm. Despite the fact that he brought this up in the first place, he gave you the choice to tap out whenever you wanted. But there was a bud growing inside you now. A bud that was determined to at least attempt to see his claim through.
âThank you, Seonghwa. I, um, hope I donât disappoint you.â
He grinned lightly, giving your palm a careful squeeze.
âIâm sure you wonât. Do you need anything right now?â
Considering that you did all your grooming and usual sex prep at home, you were ready to get straight to business.
âNo, Iâm good.â
Seonghwa nodded at your answer, letting go of your hand. âAlright. Just head to my room and get comfortable, I have to grab a few things first.â
Although you raised your eyebrow at whatever âa few thingsâ was, you let it slide and turned to walk towards his bedroom. Out of all the times you had been in there, heading past the door had you overcome with a different emotion this time. Well, three.
You were nervous, cautious and excited at the same time. Maybe there was a name for that somewhere out there, but you deemed it unimportant at the moment as you sat on the foot of his bed.Â
His room was familiar, so you couldnât distract yourself by looking around. For now, you clasped your hands and twiddled your thumbs, watching them with mild interest. The sound of Seonghwa finally entering brought your attention away from your appendages, only for your brows to nearly raise into your hairline with the things your friend had bundled in his arms.
Two water bottles.
A bath towel.
A portable speaker.
âYouâre really turning this into a whole experience, arenât you?â
âYes. I want to make sure youâre as relaxed as possible.â
Something clicked and you made a noise of realization. âIs that why you asked me to send you a bedroom playlist over?â
âMhm.â
You couldnât help but laugh softly and shake your head.
âSeonghwaâŚit almost feels like youâre trying to seduce me.â
He giggled at the accusation, setting the stuff down on the bed before grinning mischievously.
âIs it working?â
In all honesty, it wouldnât have taken much on his end to seduce you, but there was no way in hell you were going to say that out loud.
âIâll give you an A for effort.â
âHmph, good enough.â
With that, Seonghwa grabbed the speaker to start setting it up with his phone.
âOh, I forgot to mentionââ He paused and turned his head to look at you. ââyou might want to use the bathroom before we start.â
His suggestion made your face scrunch in confusion. âI donât really have to go, thoughâŚâ
âEven if you donât, itâll give you peace of mind. Just so you know that you donât have to go during. Trust me.â
Well, you werenât going to keep fighting the supposed squirting expert, so you shrugged and stood up to head to the bathroom. After doing the little bit of business you had and cleaning up, you returned to Seonghwaâs room, only to be greeted by a few different things.
Familiar music entered your ears and your eyes noticed the large bath towel spread out in the middle of his bed, the dark terrycloth contrasting with the light blue comforter. Seonghwa had his back turned to you, too occupied in fussing with something at his nightstand to notice your appearance. You cleared your throat after a few seconds, capturing his attention as he looked over his shoulder.
âAll done?â
You gave a nod as you walked up to him.
âAre you all put together now?â
He chuckled a little, returning your nod. âAs much as I can be, yes.â
Despite his answer, there was a bout of silence between the two of you afterward. It seemed that neither of you didnât know how to continue. Thankfully, he stepped up to the plate.
âShould we sit?â
His motioning to the foot of the bed forced you to swallow the sudden jump of nerves, moving forward to sit down, the other following suit. Your eyes remained on the carpet, tapping your bare feet on it as you came to terms with what was about to happen. It was a miracle that you could hear the music over the hammering of your heartbeat.
âYou look nervous.â
You brought your eyes up to see Seonghwa giving you a sympathetic smile. It only made you clear your throat and look away with timidity.
âCan you blame me? This is anâŚunexpected development in our relationship.â
A quiet hum. âIt definitely is.â
Both of you stayed silent, breaking when you heard him whisper, âI wasnât sure if youâd say yes.â
You whipped your head back around, blinking at his change in tone.
âI was expecting you to curse me out completely for even bringing something like this up.â
You assumed that you were the only one internally freaking out about this, but it was clear by the way Seonghwa kept tapping his bouncing leg that he was struggling to adjust too. Endeared and relieved by his behavior, you carefully bumped your leg into his.
âWell, you seemed so sincere in your offer and knowing you, you wouldnât risk it if you knew I was gonna flip, right?â
Your mild teasing paired with encouragement made his demeanor brighten, teeth flashing.
âRight.â
Both of you giggled, feeling a little more at ease now. It led to Seonghwa taking your hand in his now, the touch comforting as he gazed into your eyes with a seriousness.
âThereâs still a chance for you to back out, Y/N. Itâs your call.â
Seonghwaâs body language was pretty clear in what answer he really wanted to hear. The way he continuously brushed his thumb over your knuckles and looked deep into your eyes let you know how much he was looking forward to this experience.
And yet he still gave you full control over it.
A grateful smile couldnât help but stretch over your lips as you completely made up your mind. Your palm turned over to still his wandering thumb, scooting closer until your knee touched his own.
Leaning in, you whispered into his ear, âShow me what you can do.â
As soon as you pulled back, you could see the shift in Seonghwaâs expression, one that was new to you but brought a thrill down your spine. With a firm nod, he brought up his free hand to hold your jaw with caution. His head came in, tilting before you closed your eyes. A second later, you felt his lips claiming yours for a kiss.
A kiss that was everything you thought of and everything you never anticipated.
You always expected him to be an expert at this. Which was probably dumb of you to assume, considering you never got anything more than a hug out of your friend, but what was the harm in wishful thinking? At least he proved you right with the way he let passion slowly drip into it and kept his hands touching you.
Your body slowly crept up in temperature as the minutes went by. By now, you were giving back as much as you could in the kiss, one of your own hands holding onto his t-shirt. The urge to venture underneath kept striking, yet you didnât want to get ahead of yourself without asking. You reluctantly pulled your lips off of Seonghwaâs, only enough to whisper, âCan I take your shirt off, Hwa?â
He was quick to give a nod of approval, sitting back before taking your hand and moving it to brush against the hem. Before you could lose your nerve, you took hold with both hands, waiting for your friend to lift his arms and sliding the fabric up carefully. You tossed it to the floor as soon as it was off, breath catching at what was in front of you now.
This wasnât the first time you had seen Seonghwa shirtless, but the current circumstances made the sight more tantalizing than usual. Although you had noticed the light definition of his lean torso prior to today, knowing that you were about to have free reign made the urge to touch him even stronger. With a burst of want, your fingers began exploring his warm skin, watching and listening as he reacted to your touch.
The barely audible hums and sighs falling from his lips were eventually silenced when he leaned in for another kiss, the intensity turned up a notch this time. Feeling your friend groan into your mouth whenever you brushed a sensitive spot was a privilege you never thought you would get.
And one you didnât want to give up any time soon.
But then Seonghwa was pulling away, making you nearly choke on the whine you had to hold back. Your disappointment was swiftly alleviated when you saw his hands go for the bottom of your shirt now. His brow raised as he questioned softly, âMay I?â
Your response was an encouraging nod. Repeating his motions from earlier as the roles were reversed, you tried to ignore the anxious, little voice in your head as your clothing came off and ended up on the bedroom floor. It was also a result of spending nearly an hour deciding on what underwear to don, which in the grand scheme of things, was stupid. But you wanted to at least leave him with a good impression.
Which may be what youâre getting, judging by the smallest tilt of his mouth as he looked you over.
âWhat?â
âWould I sound arrogant if I asked if this was for me?â
Your nerves eased as you giggled and gave his leg a light kick.
âYou wouldâŚbut Iâd let it slide.â
âWould you?â
âMhmââ The attention made you push your chest out a bit. ââfigured Iâd wear my good stuff for a special occasion.â
Seonghwa chuckled lowly, glancing at the motion before returning to your face. âWell, I feel very grateful right now.â
His words solidified that you made an excellent choice today.Â
While you were mentally patting yourself on the back, he began leaning in again, only for his lips to land on your jawline. The sensation brought a pleasant shiver down your spine, increasing when he started moving lower. Brushing over your pulse point made it come stronger this time.
You tipped your head back to give your friend more room to work with, getting lost in the sensations. The feelings gave way to a gentle warmth that crept up on you the longer Seonghwa kept kissing, spiking into a small fire every time he hit a sensitive spot or threw a bit of teeth into the mix. When the heat needed an escape, youâd let out gentle noises to let him know how he was making you feel. Heâd show his gratitude with a hum on your skin or the softest of chuckles.
âYou knowââ A scrape along your jugular. ââI always thought you were gorgeous.â
Whoa. The sudden words made you fall out of your haze a bit as you stammered, âR-Really?â
âMhmââ Another kiss on your neck. ââso pretty.â
An unmistakable heat built up in your cheeks, taking his compliment to heart. To have someone that looked like Seonghwa saying that would have your ego riding a high for the next few days.
But for now, youâd focus on the way his lips started carefully trailing down to the swells of your breasts, occasionally brushing against the lace hiding the rest of them. You couldnât help but watch the top of his head, ebony bangs swaying and tickling your sensitive skin as he continued with his kisses. Soon enough, the desire for more came.
âHwa.â
The soft call made him stop and bring his head up to give you his attention. With a slight push of your chest, you encouraged, âTake it off.â
Seonghwa gave your bra a quick glance before returning his gaze to give a nod, sitting up to reach around your torso. You felt his hand fumble for a moment until the band around your ribs loosened. He went for your straps now, sliding the garment down delicately, eyes fixated on your skin as it was exposed.
The way he was staring had you feeling a mix of self-consciousness and assurance. Having one of your close friends seeing you in such a state was nerve-wracking, but the budding heat in his expression let you know that he liked what he saw. And if you were unsure about that, he was quick to remedy it by leaning down to pull a nipple into his mouth.
A small hiss left your lips at the sensation, head tipping back as Seonghwa began carefully sucking. Just when you were really enjoying it, he pulled off to ask, âDid you like that?â
It took a second to gain your voice before answering, âI did.â
Your friendâs mouth quirked at your affirmation, pleased to find something else that made you tick. He dove back in, returning his attention to the stiff bud with more pressure. A few sighs escaped as your eyes fluttered closed to enjoy it further. How quickly Seonghwa caught on to your body was mind-boggling. Whenever you were about to ask for more, heâd bring a hand up to tweak and play with the neglected side.
He continued to play with your breasts a little longer, leaving no inch untouched before he pulled off. The loss of the touch had your fingers tightening on the comforter, only easing up when he spoke, âWe should get more comfortable.â
With a motion of his hand towards the head of the bed, you turned and crawled up to rest your head on the pillows. Seonghwa was quick to follow, watching as he ended up on top of you. He stopped when he was level with your chest, planting a few kisses before slowly trailing them down your torso. That and the little nips heâd throw in between made you melt into the comforter.
You couldnât help but want to watch him in action at one point. Your stare must have been heavy as he eventually caught you.
âWhat?â
âNothing, I justâŚIâm surprised at how thorough youâre being.â
He let out an amused huff before sitting up between your legs.
âThe buildup is part of it, Y/N. Itâs not just about how you feel hereââ He pointed between your hips before tapping your forehead. ââitâs about whatâs going on up here too.â
Wow. Never did you imagine hearing that out of anyone you were about to be intimate with. His thought process relaxed you further, giving him a nod to show that you understood.
Seonghwa looked pleased with your reaction, leaning in to give you a short but sweet kiss. He pulled back to direct his eyes on your panties before peering back up to raise a thick brow.
âShould we take these off?â
The suggestion forced your bottom lip under your teeth in anticipation, lifting your hips to let him know that you were completely on board. He took a hold of the waistband and pulled down carefully until your underwear came off your legs and ended up on the floor. The new exposure had you keeping them as close together as possible (which wasnât much, thanks to Seonghwa sitting in between). Your friend didnât give you the chance to feel more shy, his hands laying next to your knees to gradually slide up and towards your inner thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind.
With a light push, he spread your legs further apart, revealing more of your most intimate area. Your stomach flipped at the way his eyes seemed to drink you in, feeling a thumb come up to brush the apex of your thigh.
âPretty.â
His murmur made you want to grab a pillow and hide your face from the sudden heat washing over it. But Seonghwa interrupted your modesty by hooking his hands underneath your knees to push them back all of a sudden.
âHwa!â
âHold these for me.â
You couldnât tell if it was a command or a suggestion; either way, you were quick to hold the back of your knees and keep yourself spread open. All you could do was lay there and wiggle your toes as you tried not to overthink on how exposed you were to Seonghwa now.
âY/N.â
You peered up at him, only to be greeted with a question that you never expected to leave his mouth.
âDo you like being eaten out?â
A tremble slipped through your fingers while the grip on your legs tightened. You nodded slowly while whispering, âI do.â
Seonghwa pulled in his bottom lip before biting, focusing his gaze between your legs again.
âMay I?â
God yes. Which was short for âgod yes, eat me the fuck out like you havenât had a meal in daysâ, but your nerves dwindled it down to a mini smile paired with a slow nod. It seemed to be more than enough for your friend as he grinned lightly before carefully slinking down until his face hovered in front of your dripping folds.
A conflict of emotions occurred at the view. A thrill went through you at the thought of having Seonghwa put his mouth on you, yet you were also incredibly vulnerable to him now. Did you taste alright? Did you clean up enough andâ
âOhââ
Whatever worries you were going to stew on were interrupted, thanks to the tongue delicately running up your slit. The motion had your body stiffening at first, gaping down at the head between your thighs. For a moment, your brain couldnât comprehend that it was Seonghwa who did that, but it was quick to realize when he went and did it again, making a light sound come out.
Your friend peered up at you through his bangs, deep brown eyes watching you like a hawk.
âToo much or more?â
âItâŚfelt nice. Just, um, build it up?â
Why did you say that as if you didnât know how you liked to be eaten out? Now Seonghwa cocked his head, looking a little cautious.
âYou donât sound very confident about that, Y/N. Donât be afraid to tell me what you like.â
Right. Right. This was Seonghwa, not some person who was doing this out of obligation for the end goal. How would he know how to please you if you didnât communicate?
Taking a deep breath, you informed him, âThat was fine. JustâŚswitch between that and my clit.â
He nodded, looking more satisfied with your answer.
âOkay. Just tell me if I need to do anything different, yes?â
Your mouth curled at his consideration. âYes, Hwa.â
Seonghwa gave your inner thigh a gentle peck before going back to what he was doing. Now you could enjoy the feeling fully, less hesitant than before. By the third lick, a moan began building up at the base of your throat, releasing when you felt the lightest of pressures on your clit.
âMnhââ
âIs that good?â
Your legs spread further. âYou can do it a little harder.â
He wasted no time in following your suggestion, circling the bud with more strength to make your back arch slightly and your nails dig into your skin.
âYeah, just like thatââ
Seonghwa continued, egged on by your words. He seemed to develop a strategy when it came to pleasuring you, leaving your eyes to flutter shut as you enjoyed the bliss.
The only time your fog was interrupted was when you heard his voice husking from below, âKnew youâd always taste so good.â
A shiver wracked your body from the mixture of praise and the light flick he gave your clit. You sat back and enjoyed the feeling of your friendâs mouth as he worked you over. When you felt something prodding your entrance, your eyes flew open, head lifting to see Seonghwa meeting you with apprehension on his beautiful face. Only when you looked closer did you see that the tip of his index finger was what pressed against you.
âCan I put it in?â
Your nod was all he needed before sliding inside, your teeth clenching at the welcome spreading. He began thrusting slowly, lighting a different kind of spark inside at the added friction. You tipped your head back again, sighing pleasantly in enjoyment.
âYou sound so fucking wetââ
You squeezed involuntarily around his digit, finding that he wasnât exaggerating. Listening close, you could hear a light squelching, your ears burning from the noise.
Seonghwa continued moving against your walls, stimulating you to the point where you instructed him to add another finger in. With a bite of his lip, he obliged, carefully adding a second one that made you moan even louder than before. How you managed to still keep a hold of your legs was impressive in its own right. But you nearly let go when you felt a brush against your G-spot.
âAhââ
âY/N?â
You were swift in alleviating his concern with a, âRight there, Hwaââ
He was clued into what he did, starting to rub and press in that area with more pressure. To give you something else to make your head spin, you felt him start to lap and swirl around your clit again. The two sensations intertwined seamlessly, leading to a familiar knot to start forming in your gut.
Shit. Never in your wildest dreams did you imagine Seonghwa, your close friend, would make you about to come.
But just when you were about to allow the moment to take over, he removed his tongue and stilled his fingers, making your head throw back in frustration as you groaned.
âDamnââ
Seonghwa was quick to placate you, âIâm sorry, Y/N, but itâs necessary.â
You brought your head up to shoot a large pout to let him know you didnât see eye to eye. He gave you a chuckle in return, his free hand coming up to give your tense stomach a pat.
âBelieve me, Iâd love nothing more than to watch you come, but I made a promise.â
His admission, followed by the peck on the back of your thigh, made your toes curl in anticipation of what he had planned. You took some time to collect yourself, trying to ignore the pang that came from denying yourself an orgasm. Once you were ready, you let Seonghwa know.
It was like a rinse and repeat cycle, the way he kept edging you, only to stop when sweet bliss was about to arrive. Thankfully, after the third time of this, he sat up in front of you.
âI think youâre ready now.â
Mouth popping open in intrigue, you inquired, âSo what should I do?â
âJust go along with it until you feel like youâre going to come. Itâs going to feel like you have to pee also, but donât fight it. Just push, okay?â
Hm. Simple enough.
âOkay.â
Seonghwa smiled at your compliance, giving your thigh a gentle rub before continuing to move the hand that made your pussy its new home. It might as well have, with the way it effortlessly slid and stroked all the spots that made you quiver. A sneaky part of your brain mused on why you never thought about getting intimate with your friend sooner.
But then you were struck with a feeling that sent an unexpected shock throughout your entire system.
What was that?
And then it happened again, only to come with an unwelcome weight below your belly button.
Fuck. Was this what he was talking about?
The longer he kept going, the more that pressure became overwhelming. It was a battle to fight with your brain to let it know that you werenât going to have an accident. But once you got it to settle down, the feeling was so close.
You had to tell him. But your first attempt at speaking was useless, mouth parting only to let out yet another moan. With the most of your strength, you strained your vocal cords to choke out, âSeonghwaâ!â
âPush.â
The desire to make the intense pressure go away was only stoked by his deep command, making something in you snap. With a strained cry, your hands flew down to tug at the sheets as bolts of lightning raced up and down your body. You faintly notice the tension in your lower belly dissipating a mite as you shook underneath Seonghwa. Remembering his instructions, you push your lower muscles as much as possible, feeling a sudden heat wash down your thighs.
You wanted to look and see if anything was happening down there, but the pleasure was overwhelming, forcing you to ride it out until your senses started to return. After what felt like eons, your body calmed down a little, although your hips would occasionally jerk.
Only when Seonghwa spoke did you become aware of your surroundings again.
âYou did it.â
Those three words, teeming with pride, brought your heavy head up from the pillow. You looked up to see a pleased grin on his handsome face.
âD-Did I?â
His smile only grew wider, motioning you to take a peek between your legs. There was a delay from your brain to your body, but you managed to prop yourself up on your elbows. When you caught a glimpse, your mouth couldnât help but pop open in shock.
The sight of your friendâs fingers stuffed in your pussy was already something to behold, but the extra details surrounding it only made it better. His hand glistened in the dim light of the room, along with your inner thighs. You had to look a little harder to notice the small wet spot on the towel, though.
âI did itâŚâ
A swell of satisfaction built up in your chest as you gazed up at Seonghwa with amazement.
âI told you you could.â
Gratification and a hint of cockiness graced his tone, making a breathless giggle escape you.
âWowâŚâ
Your friend hummed pleasantly, his free hand coming up to give your hip a gentle rub.
âDid it feel good?â
Good? Good?
âIt felt fucking amazing.â
Seonghwa laughed at your impassioned response. âWonderful. I wasnât going to take anything less.â
You matched his laugh, flopping back down onto the bed as you continued to get your bearings. As the shocks slowly wore off, your brain began racing. The feeling you had experienced just now was intense yet addicting. It seemed that your body wanted more of what your friend gave you, not helped by the fact that he still had his digits inside.
Feeling a little more prepared this time, you brought your head up.
âSeonghwa.â
He lifted a brow at your call, followed by a wiggle of your hips.
âI want to do it again.â
His face relaxed into one of understanding immediately. He waited for you to get comfortable before starting to move his fingers at a steady pace. It took less time for the heat to start building back up, making your mouth part to let consistent moans out again. The sensation built up faster than before, assisted by the suggestive words Seonghwa would throw in in between. When that urge hit again, you didnât hesitate to speak.
âH-Hwa, Iâm gonnaââ
Seonghwaâs jaw tightened at your warning, clearly ready to bring you to that high point again. But rather than let you lay back like before, his other hand shot up behind your neck, cupping it with a firm grip. You were lost about his intentions until he lifted, enough to have you looking down and getting an eyeful of his fingers thrusting in and out of your cunt.
Just the sight alone pushed you even closer to the edge.
âWatch yourself make a mess, Y/N.â
And your friendâs harsh words tossed you over that cliff in no time.
You moaned loudly, making sure to keep your eyes peeled despite the urge to close them again. Youâre able to push a little harder this time, getting a clear view of the small stream coming out between your legs.
âFuck, thatâs it, babyââ
Your head was unable to throw back at the pleasure coursing through your body, thanks to Seonghwaâs hold. The control he had on you was unexpected yet thrilling. You somehow managed to watch his face now, your gut flipping at the way he fixated on what was happening below. His thick brows were knitted and his lips pursed in concentration while he continued to drive his fingers back and forth.
But then he glanced up at your face, directing that heat onto you with little shame.
âGood girl. Let it all out.â
Thank God he decided to let your neck go then, because his praise made whatever control you had on yourself disappear, causing you to splay out on the bed. All you could do was lay back and let him continue to work you over and over again.
At one point, you could feel his fingers slip out and cover you, rubbing back and forth to make your mess spread out. Had this been earlier, you would have been embarrassed at the way it was getting everywhere, but the fog of the strong orgasms erased your worries. Only when one of your hands flew down to grab his wrist did Seonghwa stop, leaving you to deal with the aftershocks.
Holy fuck, your thighs could not stop shaking. And you could feel every muscle below your waist twitching.
Once a sense of relief washed over you, your fingers unwrapped from Seonghwa before your arms laid next to your head. You panted harshly as you tried to get your bearings and calm your lower half (you came this close to kicking your friend in the leg). His warm hand came up and rested on your hip, rubbing with care as he soothed you with words.
âThatâs it, Y/N. You did well.â
You lulled into a sense of security, eyes lidding until your lashes brushed against each other. The temptation to drift off into sleep was incredibly strong rightâ
âHere.â
But then one of the water bottles appeared in front of your face, making you realize how thirsty you were all of a sudden. You gave Seonghwa a raspy âthank youâ before taking it, sitting up and wasting no time in drinking.
âTrust me, youâll need it if you want to keep going.â
You chuckled around your bottle, bringing it down once you were halfway finished.
âI appreciate it, the last thing I want is dehydration.â
Your friend grinned in humor, taking a moment before questioning, âHow are you feeling right now?â
An answer didnât come right away because there were too many. But for nowâ
âFan-fucking-tastic.â
Seonghwa laughed, the hand still on your thigh giving a gentle squeeze. âI created a monster, didnât I?â
âHey, youâre the one who offered to show me. If anything, you have to take responsibility.â
âDonât worry, I willâŚonce youâre back in order.â
You batted pathetically at his quip, only to rest your hand on your stomach as you continued to relax. The typical post-orgasm bliss crept up, although you ignored the desire to take a nap. Especially once you noticed the state your friend was left in.
The dim light gave you a clear view of how he strained against the fabric of his sweats, washing you over with a sense of pride.
âThat seems like a problem.â
Seonghwa followed your stare, only to chuckle modestly and scratch the back of his neck.
âIâll be fine.â
Your brow furrowed at his avoidance. âYou sure?â
He was quick to shoot you a grin.
âPositive. This isnât about me, remember?â
Oh Seonghwa. Sweet, considerate Seonghwa whose actions carried over to the bedroom as well. He probably thought you were only offering out of accountability, not knowing that it was far from that. You wanted to make him feel something tonight.
âI know, butââ You propped yourself up on your elbows. ââare you not interested?â
A wary glance. ââŚin?â
Time to let it out.
âIn meâŚtouching you.â
As you predicted, your friend was caught off-guard, surprise on his gorgeous face. He looked away a couple of times before he could finally meet your eyes. You nearly missed him whispering lowly, âI wouldnât say that.â
A giddiness overtook at his answer. It gave you the nerve to say something you never imagined would leave the comfort of your mind.
âWould it be bad if I admit I want to suck you off?â
The way Seonghwa jolted visibly and hitched his breath at your blunt remark was a clear enough response.
âY/NâŚâ
âWhat? It gets me going. Besides, I want to at least give you something for making me feel so good.â
You werenât given a verbal answer for a while, Seonghwa poking his tongue in his cheek while looking at you with contemplation.
âAre you sure?â
His question was met with a cheeky smile and a nod from you. They eased his expression into something more agreeable.
âOkay. Where do you want me?â
You sat up and scooted over, moving the towelâs wet portion before pointing at your previous spot.
âLay down.â
Seonghwa was quick to follow your order, head resting on the pillows as he watched you reach for the last bits of fabric that was holding him back from being bare. Your fingers curled under the elastic of his pants and underwear and with a glance up and a lift of his narrow hips, you began sliding the waistbands down to reveal the effects of what had been going on.
Just the sight of his flushed and stiff cock had you letting out a low yet audible âfuckâ, ripping his clothing off his long legs before taking your spot between them. Leaning your head in towards him, you were halted when one of his hands landed and gave the back of your neck a gentle grasp. Your eyes darted up to see him shake his head.
âSit over here.â
Seonghwa patted the space to the left of his torso, prompting you to crawl back over him to follow his instructions. You kept your legs folded underneath your body, only to feel his hand cup your ass before lifting so you were on your knees now. As if he could hear your questioning thoughts, he muttered, âI want to keep touching you.â
All it took was his fingertips brushing your inner thighs before you leaned back down to get to work. Because of the angle, you had to wrap your fingers around him in order to reach with your mouth. Channeling all of the late night thoughts youâve had about Seonghwa, you slipped your tongue out to run along his cock, soaking in the low groan heard from above. Turning your head, you peered at him.
âGood?â
Seonghwa blew out a short breath as he nodded, grunting, âYesâŚkeep going.â
Feeling more confident thanks to that, you did as he wished, making sure not to miss an inch of him. Up and down strokes turned into swirls and flicks, especially whenever you were near his tip (the sound he made from being in that area had you squirming). As soon as you heard your friend quietly begging for more, you parted your lips and began sinking down, the hand still gripping your ass digging in with a fierceness that made you jump.
âShit, Y/N.â
But you didnât let that deter you, stopping just when he was about to hit the back of your mouth before beginning to bob. You earned more of those beautiful noises from Seonghwa, along with fingers seeking out your soaked core, stroking and rubbing to have you vibrating around his dick with moans.
âYouâre so fucking good with your mouth, babyââ
All of a sudden, you found your hands unable to stay still. Your right one slid onto his stomach, feeling the way his abdominals would tense and loosen constantly. The left one went down to his thighs, carefully running your nails along the muscled expanse. At one point, you got daring and crept up to graze his balls, earning a sudden thrust that made you gag for a second.
âFuck, âm sorry.â
Seonghwaâs apology was swift yet gruff, the pleasure you were giving him obscuring any gentleness behind it. You didnât mind, shooting him a glance and a thumbs up to signal that you were okay. As soon as you felt his hips relax and a careful pat on your bottom, you continued. His reactions to both your hands and mouth working him up were less sudden yet consistent, groans and hisses more audible than the soft music playing in the background.
When you started to feel him twitch more often and hear his breathing become erratic, you had to ask yourself where you were going to go with this. He accomplished his main goal already (multiple times), so it was only natural to finish him off before going your separate ways.
âŚright?
Honestly, you didnât want to stop here.
It was incredibly dangerous to admit it, but youâve already come this far with Seonghwa. What was the harm in taking this to the highest level? That is, if he was on the same page as youâŚ
Carefully pulling off of him, you felt a pang of guilt at the low whine he gave from the loss of your mouth.
âHwa.â
You could see his throat bob for a moment before he brought his head up, bangs clinging to his forehead as he looked down at you with nothing but heat.
âY-Yes?â
Sitting up, you wiped the spit off your chin as you worked up the nerve to air out your want.
âWould you mind ifâŚuhâŚâ
Seonghwa tilted his head as he waited for you to continue.
âIf?â
A deep breath. âIf weâŚkept going.â
He processed your implication for a bit, his dark brown eyes widening when it clicked. His mouth parted into an âoâ as he forced himself to sit up.
âY/NâŚwe donât have to go all the way. We can stop here.â
You couldnât help but deflate a little at his answer, wondering if he wasnât as interested in taking this further as you were.
âO-Oh. Do you not want toâŚ?â
Your disappointment was prevalent in your voice, causing Seonghwaâs hands to wave in appeasement.
âNo no no, thatâs not it at all! I just donât want you to feel obligated.â
Obligated? Obligated?
âSeonghwa.â
Your friend straightened up at your impassive call of his name.
âThereâs no obligation if I really want to sit on your dick, now is there?â
His mouth dropped, opening and closing before he admitted sheepishly, âNoâŚthere isnât.â
A smile graced your lips as you patted his leg.
âAll I need to know is if weâre on the same page.â
Seonghwa sobered up at your remark, chewing on his lower lip as he seemed to debate his answer. His eyes went to the hand on his thigh for what felt like a while. Finally, he looked back up at your face, meeting your gaze with a conviction that wasnât there before.
âWe are.â
To say your heart did a somersault would be an understatement.
âSoâŚyou want to keep going?â
He nodded firmly. âI do.â
You couldnât help but want to egg him on, to make sure this was something he completely wanted.
âHow bad?â
What you got was Seonghwa adopting an expression that you were becoming familiar with today as he took a hold of your chin, pulling you close to his face before husking, âHow bad? I donât want you to leave this bed until I have you squirting and screaming on my cock, thatâs how bad.â
Fuck. This was what you got for poking the bear. Now you were rendered speechless and even more needy than before. Your reaction brought a devious smirk to his lips.
âDoes that answer your question?â
You were only capable of nodding and leaning in to say, âIt sure does.â
It was unclear who started it first, but the two of you ended up in a passionate kiss, hands roaming each otherâs bodies in the meantime. Only when you were desperate for air did it break, Seonghwa giving your waist a squeeze before getting up to stand next to the bed.
âLay down, Y/N.â
You quickly followed directions, spreading the towel back out to be safe and laying on your back like earlier. He grabbed one of the pillows next to your head and motioned you to lift your hips, placing it underneath to have them at a slight angle. You welcomed the extra cushion, watching as he turned and went into his nightstand to search for what you assumed were his condoms. But he didnât produce them right away, frowning slightly when he continued to rummage around in confusion.
You appreciated his caution, butâŚ
âWe donât have to use that.â
Seonghwa paused, giving you a dumbfounded look.
âWhatâŚ? Y/N.â
The skepticism in his tone forced you to meet his wary stare with a serious one.
âReally, Seonghwa, itâs fine. Iâm clean and on the pill.â
âYou are? WellâŚIâm safe too, I havenât been with anyone for a while now.â
That was all you needed. Reaching out, you gave his hand a careful tug.
âThen get back in this bed so you can fuck me.â
Your direct words made him swear under his breath before climbing on and over you, slotting himself between your legs as you spread them. You brought your hands up to rest on his lower back, wanting to be as close as possible. Seonghwa reached down to take a hold of his cock and line himself up with your opening. When you felt him run his tip along your sensitive skin, you hissed and bucked your hips.
âPleaseâŚâ
Biting his lip, he started entering. Your immediate reaction to the intrusion was hitched breathing and a slight dig of your nails. You must have had the dumbest look on your face right now, but Seonghwa had an equally dense expression as he slid into you. Only when he was mostly sheathed did you attempt to regain composure.
âYou okay?â
Seonghwaâs raspy voice gave a small boost to your ego as it was clear he was struggling to acclimate to the sensation as well.
âPeachy. You?â
He laughed shortly at your strained pep. âJust try not to move for a bit, okay?â
You let out a giggle, bringing a finger up to tap his nose.
âYes sir.â
After the light twitch you felt him give inside, you both laid still to adjust. Something about laying in Seonghwaâs bed together with nothing but the sounds of sensual music and your breathing combined made an odd warmth build in your chest. The lips that came down to plant tiny kisses all over your jaw and neck didnât help stifle that feeling.
Soon enough, you were ready to move on.
âYou good, Hwa?â
Your friend brought his head up, looking less apprehensive than before, a heat in his dark eyes.
âYes. You?â
A nod was all that was needed.
âHow do you want it?â
Honestly? At this point, you didnât have a preference. You just wanted to experience more of your friendâs magic touch.
With your knees pressing closer to him, you breathed, âHowever you like.â
Seonghwa reacted to your offer with another twitch and a clench of his jaw. Giving you a look as if to say âyou asked for itâ, he balanced himself on his elbows before pulling his hips back, quickly replacing himself with a sharp exhale. The act had you making a sound of your own as well, only becoming louder when he sunk in again.
âSeonghwaââ
His dark eyes flickered up to yours.
âGood?â
âY-Yeah.â
Lips quirking, he continued, building up a rhythm that started sending waves of gratification throughout your body. You were glad he kept the tempo moderate, testing what made you moan and tighten your legs around him. The pillow sitting underneath you did wonders as well, allowing him to reach areas that wouldâve been more difficult without it. The way he cants his hips up has you searching for breath as he was getting closer and closer to stroking against that sweet spot, having you crying out all of a sudden when he finally pressed into it.
âFuckââ
A throaty hum sounded above you before Seonghwa responded, âYou like that, baby?â
Would you ever get used to him calling you that? Probably not, as an unmistakable tremble ran through you.
âYes, HwaâŚkeep doing that.â
Seonghwa was quick to honor your wish, pumping in a way that had an unmistakably lewd sound echoing from between your hips. Fuck, whenâs the last time you got this wet? You didnât have any opportunity to think further as you began to hear heavy whispers all of a sudden.
âYouâre even more gorgeous like this.â
âGod, Y/Nâ Feel so fucking good!â
âYou take me so wellââ
Your head was spinning with all of the stimulation and you needed an outlet for the ball of energy building up inside you, so you grabbed onto the back of his neck to tug him down into a fiery kiss. Tongues were quick to seek each other out and tangle as Seonghwa kept fucking you thoroughly. Before you could realize, the same pressure from when he was fingering you made a comeback, slowly increasing until it was becoming too much.
You tried to pull away to warn your friend, only for him to keep capturing your mouth with his. The need coming from him was adorable, but you had to let him know. When you managed to part without him diving in immediately, you swiftly muttered âgonna comeâ, hoping he heard. But when the feeling hit your breaking point and your nails scraped his skin, he still wouldnât let up.
Just as your orgasm was about to take you over, you frantically placed one of your hands between your sweat-soaked stomachs. A push to his lower abdomen forced Seonghwa to pull out, making you spray your come all over his cock with a sharp cry. The quivers immediately take over afterward, your eyes squeezing shut as you do your best to calm your muscles down, missing the way the man above you gaped down with shock.
He had gotten so caught up in you that the sudden withdrawal caught him off-guard. Everything started sinking in the longer he stared.
You just squirted on him.
Something about watching drops of your come roll off his cock makes him go a little crazy. Heâs quick to grasp himself and slide back into you, his thrusts returning with a hint of urgency. Having him stimulating your still pulsating walls pulled sharp cries from your agape mouth, fingers digging into his back muscles.
âS-Seonghwa, shitââ
âLook at youââ A nip to your bottom lip. ââsaid you couldnât do it and now youâre just gushing everywhere.â
OhâŚwell, he did have a point. But you simply huffed and wrapped your legs tighter around his slender waist.
âMore. Go harder.â
A guttural curse left Seonghwa, who quickly did as you asked, resulting in you gripping onto his shoulders now and becoming more vocal.
âYes yes, fuck me just like thatââ
He shook his head at your encouragement, rasping, âWho would have imagined that my lovely friend would have such a filthy mouth?â
You couldnât help but laugh breathlessly. âIt happens when I get fucked well.â
And fucked well, indeed. Seonghwa kept up the pace that was making your body sing, taking the opportunity every once in a while to seize your lips into a searing kiss. You appreciated the continued thoroughness from him, meeting him with the same energy by occasionally rolling your hips up or keening your praise. The words out of your agape mouth were only halted when you felt his hand slip between your bodies to give your throbbing bud a calculated swipe or two.
âHwaââ
Something about the way you say his name makes his hand pull away all of a sudden. But your whine of withdrawal was interrupted when you felt the Earth spinning, finding yourself perched on his lap now. The change of position had you blinking owlishly.
That and the fact that the towel he had spread out had gotten awkwardly tangled between your legs.
âHwa, theââ
Yet he was quick to remedy it by snatching the terrycloth and tossing it to the side.
âFuck it, thatâs what the laundromat is for.â
Your hand came up to cover the giggle that wanted to escape, humored by Seonghwaâs sudden one-eighty concerning his bedding. Although your giddiness died down swiftly once you got a good look at his appearance.
You know for a fact that your brain, even at its most creative point, would never have been able to conjure a sight as breathtaking as this.
Seonghwa flushed in multiple areas, sun-kissed skin glistening in the lamp light with sweat and chest heaving as he looked up at you like a man starved. All because of you.
This was an achievement that youâd be proud of for a long time.
âFeeling good?â
There was a slight delay to his response as he blinked.
âIâŚof course.â
You delivered a satisfied grin.
âGood. I didnât want to disappoint you.â
The man underneath you merely laughed and shook his head, seeing your statement as silly.
âSaying yes to me was more than enough, sweetheart.â
As if he couldnât leave you even more sheepish, he took one of your hands and planted his lips on the back of it. The intimate touch cooled down your burst of confidence, melting into modesty now. You only loosened your hand to reach up and brush back the inky strands plastered to his forehead.
âItâs my pleasure. Seeing you like this is something that I never thought I needed.â
Seonghwaâs mouth dropped in awe at your admission and you swore you saw his cheeks become redder.
âY/NâŚâ
Before you could lose your stride, you leaned down, hovering above his face as you whispered, âTell me how I can keep it up.â
What you got next was a firm grip on your hips and a low growl.
âRide me.â
And so you do.
You hold onto the headboard and Seonghwaâs shoulder before giving him the ride of his life. You experiment with different angles, planting your feet and leaning forward at one point or using your knees to swivel your hips quickly. Whatever would make the man underneath curse or dig his fingers into your damp skin.
âSo fucking good, Y/Nââ
Sinking down on his cock continuously wasnât enough after a certain point. Between the sounds of your skin clapping against his, you croaked out, âTouch me, pleaseâ Oh fuckââ
Seonghwa wasted no time in fulfilling your wish, hands roaming everywhere on your body. From cupping your bouncing breasts to pinching your stiff nipples to grabbing your ass, he made sure to be as thorough as possible. Only when he decided to start circling your clit did your rhythm falter, your upper half bowing forward.
âOh myâ Fuck, Seonghwa!â
The gravelly chuckle he let out should have been illegal. âLike that, sweetheart?â
âY-Yesâ Donât stop.â
And so he continued stimulating you to the point that your head was starting to spin from pleasure overload. Before you realized it, you were starting to squeeze him often, the beginnings of yet another orgasm about to wash over you. You were too occupied in making all sorts of noises with your mouth to give your friend a heads up, though he didnât seem to need it as he called you out all of a sudden.
âYou keep getting tight on meââ Seonghwaâs free hand reached around to give your bottom a smack that caught you by surprise. ââgo on, Y/N. Make a mess on my cock.â
Was it what he said or the spank that triggered you? There was no point in stewing over it as either one was responsible for pushing you over the edge, a whine coming out as your body stilled and shook above him.
âThere you goâŚthatâs my girl.â
Somehow you were able to hear his praise, making your stomach flip even harder than it already was. When your tremors died down, you rested your forehead on his afterward, hoping he didnât mind being used for support. The gentle rubbing on your hips that came eased your worries. Once you got your bearings, you couldnât help but let your eyes trail down, not at all surprised to see the mess you left on his lower stomach.
You laughed airily, âIâm just ruining your sheets.â
Seonghwa merely hummed with a lack of offense, giving you a light pat.
âItâs worth it.â
He leaned up to steal another kiss from you, gentler compared to the most recent ones. But during the lip lock, you could feel weariness take over, making you blow out a breath after breaking the contact.
âFuck, Iâm exhausted all of a sudden.â
Your friend frowned at your words, reaching up and brushing some hair out of your face. âAre you going to be okay?â
âMhm. Just give me a minute or two.â
Your body was quick to betray you, a yawn coming out immediately after. It didnât help that Seonghwa laughed.
âI donât know, Y/N, you look like youâre ready for bed.â
âUgh, Iâm not! Besides, you haven't come yet, I canât leave you hanging like that.â
Seonghwa was quick to raise a brow, looking a little more strict now.
âSo? Really, if you canât take anymore, we can stop. Iâll just take care of myself.â
You appreciated his concern, but you just werenât having it. This was going to end with a bang. The only way to make him understand was to hold his handsome face between your hands and give him a relentless stare.
âSeonghwa, I can keep going, I promise. Iâm doing this all because I want to and this is no exception. As long as you donât mind doing most of the work for me?â
As much as he fussed over you at times, you had to alleviate his concern so he wouldnât worry his head off completely. Now was one of those instances and the longer you kept eye contact, the more he seemed to become at ease.
âOkay.â
The sweet smile you gave him erased whatever lingered, his lips curling softly. He leaned up to give you a peck, sitting up and wrapping his arms around your waist. With a heads up, he maneuvered you onto your back, making sure to keep himself housed inside. To your surprise, Seonghwa didnât begin moving immediately. Thinking he needed some encouragement, you linked your legs around his hips and gave a light tug.
A sharp inhale was all you received before he returned to thrusting again.
It became clear to you a short while in that he held off due to being closer than you realized. His breathing was more uneven and his kisses became borderline desperate, only making your stomach flip in delight at seeing this man in such a state.
âY/N, Iâmââ
Seonghwaâs sudden rasp caught you off-guard, noticing how his brows knitted together and he struggled to keep himself composed. To see that he was the one getting beaten with pleasure now had you wanting to give him a taste of his own medicine.
With a deceptively curious expression, you ran your nails up and down his sweat-soaked back before leaning into his ear to whisper, âGonna come for me, Hwa?â
A thrill ran down your spine at the shudder you felt him give as he nodded quickly. Out of nowhere, a sinful idea came into your head. What you were about to say was so out of pocket, even for your usual bedroom talk, but Seonghwa just seemed to bring the worst out of you today.
And so you licked your lips and decided to husk, âCome inside me.â
You could hear your friend let out an audible gasp, hips stuttering in complete bewilderment. You were concerned that you had taken it too far, as you didnât hear him respond for a moment. But then his forehead landed on yours and he locked his blazing irises with your own, looking borderline feral. His thrusts also took their speed up a notch, making you whine at the increase in friction.
âIâm going to fill this pussy up, make it even wetterââ
His growl made you tremble for a second, but you remained steady otherwise.
âLike youâve always wanted to do?â
Your question made Seonghwa stare at you for a bit, broken by a throaty chuckle as he leaned in to brush his lips against the shell of your ear.
âYou have no fucking idea, Y/Nââ
With a nip to the skin, there were no more words exchanged as your bodies continued working together in tandem. You had to admit; there was a part of you that didnât want this to end. You could honestly stay in this room and this bed with Seonghwa a little longer.
Just the two of you, indulging in each other.
But your unrealistic wish was broken when you felt him stiffen suddenly, letting out a heated groan as you felt him shake above you. The strong twitching of his cock against your walls was quickly followed by a warmth that coated them. Feeling him spill inside gave you the mildest of orgasms, manifesting in the most minuscule of tremors in your lower body. You couldnât help but let your own come out a bit at the sensation, biting your lip at the way Seonghwa groaned from the feeling.
Once he finally calmed down, he carefully slid out to roll off of you and onto his back, leaving the littlest of spaces between your bodies. Your eyes remained on him as he caught his breath, looking over his disheveled appearance with wonder.
His lightly tanned skin reddened and shining with exertion. Eyelids shut. Chest rising and falling quickly. And yet, he still looked as stunning as ever.
Not fair.
But you smiled anyways, realizing another privilege was checked off your list; seeing Park Seonghwa looking fucked out as all hell.
âAll better now that you proved me wrong?â
He gave a weak laugh.
âMuch better.â
Even exhaustion couldnât dim down his sass.
You gave his side a playful swat in return, receiving a snicker. The laugh died down, leaving a comfortable silence paired with a song that you often had on repeat. You were going to give Seonghwa some room to recover, but the more you mulled over it, the more you wanted to have some type of contact with him again.
So you rolled onto your side and scooted closer, letting your leg brush against his faintly. The touch made his eyes open, head turning slowly to gaze at you. He watched you for a moment, only for a pleasant smile to come across his lips.
âHello.â
You couldnât hold back your grin.
âHi.â
Seonghwa kept his eyes on yours, only to bite his lip after a bit, looking less sure than earlier.
âThanks forâŚentertaining me.â
You couldnât help but giggle at his sudden shyness. Where was the demon from before?
âMy pleasure. Honestly, I wouldnât mind doing this again with you.â
Your confession pulled rapid-fire blinking from your friend, his cheeks turning scarlet now.
âR-Really?â
âMhm. Though you might want to get a mattress protector or something next time.â
Your suggestion eased his awe, laughing as he responded, âI will keep that in mind. Or we could try it at your place next?â
âAnd mess up my good sheets? No way!â
One of his brows raised. âAnd you think my sheets arenât good?â
âI didnât say thatâ Ugh.â
You went to give his chest a light swat, only to find its impact weaker than expected, thanks to the sudden wave of fatigue. The halfhearted attempt only made him giggle with mischief.
âForget it, Iâm too fucked out to argue with you, Hwa.â
Seonghwa laughed quietly, reaching out to pull you close and rest your head on his chest, making your heart skip.
âThen why donât we just take it easy for a moment before cleaning up, hm?â
His offer was so tempting, although maybe you should get up right away. But the idea became enticing the longer you laid on him, melting into his warm touch.
Fuck it.
âFine, but donât let me fall asleep, okay?â
Not that you were completely against it.
Seonghwa hummed in understanding, the vibration felt against your cheek. Your eyelids lowered halfway, your body falling into a state of relaxation. Between the music, his steadying heartbeat and the breathing that slowly evened out, you could already guess that staying awake would have been impossible.
Before you could possibly doze off, you processed everything that had occurred since you stepped foot in this apartment today. Seonghwa had shown you a side that you never dreamed of seeing, only thought about while you were in the comfort of your own private space. And they were thoughts that you convinced yourself would never come true.
But here you were, naked in the same bed that you often sat on and watched your friend play Animal Crossing (paired with comments from you on how Tom Nook was the biggest crook).
The biggest thing that stuck with you was how Seonghwa seemed to want you just as much, shown in the way he took care of every one of your needs. His patience with figuring out what made you tick and making sure you were consistently comfortable was more than you expected. Should you have anticipated any less from him, though?
A pleasant ball of warmth started forming in your chest while the tiniest of smiles graced your lips.
No, you shouldnât have.
Šbangtanintotheroom, 2024. Crossposted to AO3. Do not repost to other sites or copy without permission.
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⤠in which youâve grown a liking to the roommate of the guy you tutor.
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⤠PAIRING â heeseung Ă fem! reader
⤠GENRE â romance, smut, fluff, comedy if you squint, f2l, college au
⤠WARNINGS â mentions of drinking, dom! heeseung, big dick! heeseung, sub! reader, unprotected sex, pet names (baby, pretty), oral (m.rec), vaginal fingering, doggy, manhandling, lots of kissing, creampie, multiple orgasms, spanking, slight nipple play, kind of public sex?/ semi public sex. [ lmk if i missed anything ]
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⤠AUTHOR â reblogs and feedback are appreciated! (not proofread)
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You lift your head from the fiction book it was practically buried in, taking in your surroundings. The cafeteria was huddled with people, either stuffing their faces or babbling too much to care about their cold food. Reaching for your spoon, you fit the last of your rice into your mouth, chewing far too slow, with a sudden foul expression. You stare at Beomgyu, who weirdly stumbles his way towards you. What an idiot.
He makes his way to chair beside you, carelessly dragging it to sit down. You swallow expectedly, pulling a poker face. Beomgyuâs the last person youâd talk to, truly because he was a complete imbecile. The kind that if you were to tell him that he was one, he'd start fake crying and stick his very blue tongue out. (Yes he almost always has a blue fucking lollipop stuck in his mouth, and it TOTALLY irks you.)
Clearly not a big fan of him. So why would said Beomgyu come up to you?
He rotates his chair to completely face yours, letting out a deep breath; smiling at you uneasily. You arch your eyebrow, holding back a snort at how stupid he looks eyeing you.
âUh..hi.. Iâm Beomgyu, Choiââ he says; getting cut off by you before he could finish.
âChoi Beomgyu, I know,â you drawl. Who doesn't at this point?
He swallows nervously; eyes wandering away from yours, âLook, I know this is totally out of character for me, and I would kill to go back but, I kind of need your helpâ he whispers as if to make sure no one hears him.
Your face contorts into disbelief and confusion. Thats odd.
âHelp? Why would you need my help?, donât you have your buddies for that?â
Beomgyu's nervous, fidgeting with his fingers on the table. âWell, they could try, but it won't really help,â he confesses. âMy grades are too low, I can't keep up the act of being okay, you know?â he mutters lowly.
You press your tongue against your cheek, getting what heâs trying to say.
âSo, you're asking if I can tutor you?" you clarify, waiting for his nod. He quietly agrees. While tutoring isnât exactly your specialty, youâve given it a shot in the past. You could easily say no and leave him without help, but the opportunity to earn some extra cash is tempting enough to give it a go.
âAlright, what's the wage?â you ask in a relaxed tone. Beomgyu seems relieved, attempting to hide his grin.
âThinking $10 per hour?â he suggests tentatively.
âNot quite what I had in mind,â you respond, unimpressed. Come on Beomgyu, youâre pretty loaded.
âHow about $15?â he proposes without hesitation.
âHmm, on second thought..â
â$25!â he interjects, irritation creeping into his voice.
You smile, content with the improved offer. âDeal.â
âGreat, we can meet at my apartment, I just moved in last month; I need to be independent apparentlyâ he says quickly. âJust a heads up, I have a roommate. I totally had to fight him for the apartment, so weâre rooming. He won't be a bother, we'll just have the place to ourselves in my room, heâs never home anywayâ.
You nod in understanding and inquire, âIs he from around here?â Beomgyu nods and responds, âYeah, his name's Heeseung, you know, the one thatsâs boring AF?â
You take a brief pause, running your tongue over your lips as you wrack your brain for any sign of a Heeseung among your classmates. Surprisingly, you canât seem to place him, which is unusual since you typically have a good grasp of everyone in your year. It's possible that Heeseung is just someone who prefers to stay under the radar, which might explain why you havenât heard of him.
âWeird, I donât know a Heeseung in our yearâ you say with confused tone.
Beomgyu shrugs nonchalantly, his eyes rolling in dismissal. âHeâs always been like that. Anyway, Iâm only still rooming with him because, well, he's almost never home and I canât cookâ he says, eyes bored.
The lunch bell rings loudly, abruptly halting your conversation. You glance at Beomgyu and manage a small smile. âIâll drop by tomorrow; today's just too busy, you inform him. He gives a thumbs-up in response. With that settled, you start clearing your tray.
â°ââ¤
Exiting the elevator, you walk down the corridor, each step bringing you closer to Beomgyu's door. He's waiting for you, his dark hair easy to spot in the hallway. You approach him, greeting him by waving your hand.
You quickly kick off your sneakers and step in, scanning the area with a keen eye. Everything looks neat enough, but the sight of a mop leaning against the wall and the freshly mopped floor makes you wonder. Did he just clean up right before you got here? Seems likely, considering he didn't bother to sweep before mopping. Looks like cleaning isn't really his thing.
Beomgyu gestures towards his room, pulling you out of your thoughts. You follow him inside, and as you step in, youâre greeted by a burst of color. The walls are painted a bold red, adorned with pictures and posters of basketball stars and iconic moments. You can't help but admire the shiny pictures that catch the light, giving the room a vibrant energy. âCool roomâ you say, feeling drawn to the bright atmosphere created by all the basketball themed decor.
âThanksâ he says proudly, glancing up at his room.
You glance over at him, smoothly pulling out one of the chairs positioned by the desk, then lowering yourself onto its burgundy red cushion. Beomgyu follows your lead, exhaling audibly as he takes a seat beside you. He picks up a book from his cluttered desk and flips through it, his brow furrowed in concentration. Eventually, he slides it over to you, saying quietly, âI don't understand this.â
Examining the content, you meet Beomgyu's gaze with a bored expression. âBeomgyu, this is really basic," you remark casually, flipping through the pages without much interest. You know youâre being fairly annoying saying that. But if Beomgyu wants you to tutor him, heâll have to deal with it.He gives you a dramatic eye roll and clenches his teeth, interrupting you with a sarcastically sweet tone, âCan we just get to the point already?â You stifle a chuckle, nodding in agreement. âAlright, alrightâ.
After spending about two hours tutoring, you're ready to wrap things up. Despite Beomgyu's jokes sneaking in here and there, you feel good about how it went. Plus, getting paid $50 is a nice bonus for your time.
You lean back in your chair, letting out a tired yawn. âWell, I guess it's time to head out,â you mumble, reaching for your bag. Beomgyu nods in agreement, rising from his seat. Just then, the sound of the front door being unlocked catches you off guard, causing you to glance at Beomgyu for reassurance. He seems unfazed. Oh. It must be his roommate, Heeseung, if you remember correctly.
You donât think much of it, heading out of his room towards the door, Beomgyu following close behind. Glancing at the hand holding the door still, you stop on your tracks, awkwardly waiting for this Heeseung to enter. The soft creak of the doorâs release draws your attention, as your eyes meet his, times seems to momentarily halt. Were people supposed to be this good looking or was it the lack of love in your life? God, heâs mesmerizing.
â_______â? You hear Beomgyu say, as your mind cuts your train of thoughts. âThis is Heeseung, the one I was talking about yesterdayâ he tells you as you nod quietly in his direction, eyes still fixated on Heeseung.
Heeseung eyes you up and down, humming when Beomgyu introduces you as the girl from class who tutors him. You look familiar. You smile shyly, legs heading towards the end of the door. But what you caught on his face just as you stepped out brings red to your cheeks.
He fucking smirked.
It leaves you pondering, as you mutter a âbyeâ to Beomgyu, not bothering to look at him. What was that? Did he do that to fluster you? You shouldnât overthink it. Maybe he does that all time. Whatever, youâre not going to dwell on it. But it does leave you with more enthusiasm to come over to tutor Beomgyu. Youâll hope the only thing youâll do here is teach.
Itâs been about a month since youâve been tutoring Beomgyu. Youâre overall pretty satisfied with how itâs been going; you could see genuine improvement with him.
Other than the fact that youâre effort is going on the right track, you might also be taking advantage of your time there. Your suspiciously long âstudy breaksâ might have not always been for the said purpose. They might have been to make small talk with his roommate; when he arrived home earlier than usual. Or when the times up and you have to leave, delaying your departure so you can see his face atleast once a day. You canât deny the attraction. Sure, the small talk might be slightly awkward but you atleast get to know him.
You walk out of Beomgyuâs room, on one of your so called âbreaksâ. Today's a good day. Heeseungâs home early!
You make your way towards the kitchen; you must say the counters are well done. Theyâre like a distraction if it gets awkward talking to him As the door to Heeseung's room swings open, the subtle movement sends a shiver down your spine, causing you to flinch involuntarily. You straighten up, hands crawling up a cabinet to find a glass for water.
You feel his figure behind you, somehow so close yet so far. âOn break?â He asks, voice raspy. Mustâve took a nap. âYeahâ you mumble taking ahold of a glass. You turn around, drinking in his figure; oh fuck heâs in a tank top.
You almost stumble walking forward to fill your glass, just when you feel him grab your glass, âIâll fill it for you. Grab me one too will ya?â he says grinning. Oh does he have to smile like that infront of you?
Nodding slowly, you walk back, getting another glass and handing it over to him. Heeseung mutters a âthank youâ, proceeding to fill it up.
âBeomgyu tells me you donât recognize me. I sit behind you in chemistry, silly , i was waiting for you to realiseâ he says with slight confusion laced into his words.
Your eyes become slightly wide, imagining yourself inside chemistry class. It ticks your brain. Of course, thatâs why you must have looked familiar to him. âRight, sorry I never caught thatâ.
Before he can say anything you hear Beomgyuâs whiny voice calling your name, indicating itâs been far too long since youâve been gone.
Now youâre on your way to Beomgyuâs again. Itâs a Saturday, but he requested you to come. Just as you enter your cab, you hear the loud shrieking sound of thunder, indicating rain. Getting in, you sink into the cozy cab seat, the sound of rain tapping on the windows and occasional flashes of lightning outside creating a quite yet filled atmosphere. You gaze outside with a slight pout. Itâs quite late as your leaving now, you hope the rain calms down by the time you have to go home.
Stepping out of the cab, rain pours down relentlessly. You dash towards the elevator, hands shielding your head from the downpour. Inside, you quickly fix your hair in the mirrored walls, hoping the rain doesnât worsen. Looking into the mirror like walls of the elevator, you fix up your hair. God, you really hope the rain calms down.
The elevatorâs soft robotic hum faded as you stepped into the familiar corridor, your feet moving automatically towards the well known door. With a sigh, you rang the doorbell, the sound cutting through the quiet. Taking off your sandals, you huff, waiting.
You hear feet walk up behind the door, unlocking it. But you donât expect to meet eyes with Heeseung, white earphones stuck in his eyes and a song paused on his phone.
âBeomgyuâs not home..? Itâs a Saturday anyway, you tutor him on Saturdays too? Geezâ he says as you stand still, digesting what he just said.
Before you can answer him, your phone buzzes, a notification.
[Choi Beomgyu], 7:14 PM :
heyy im so sorry but uh i forgot i had plans today.. youve probably reached by now and its raining like crazy and I don't think its gonna stop so you can stay over for the night in my room, iâll be at a friendsâ. use one of my tshirts or smtg. also heeseung's home so you wont get killed at night! again sorry!! </3
You internally roll your eyes. Seriously? But you canât stay mad at him, he seems kind of genuine.
âI think Iâll have to crash here tonight,â you admit, your cheeks flushing slightly as you offer a tentative smile. As if on cue, Heeseung pulls the door open wide, ushering you inside with a dramatic gesture. âBeomgyu asked me to use his room, kay?â you explain, feeling a sudden surge of liveliness.
Heeseung chuckles at you, his eyes fixed on you as he watches you set down on your bag on the couch heading into Beomgyuâs room. You still feel captivated each time you enter his room; you wonder what Heeseungâs room looks like, youâve only ever seen glimpses of it whenever he came out of it. Black walls or something.
You look around for his closest, quickly landing your eyes on the half-black, half-red wardrobe. Grabbing the handle and tugging it open, you start to look for t-shirts, thatsâs something comfortable. And maybe some shorts as well. Yeah, you might look a bit awkward in it but itâs just for one night.
You frown your face, unable to locate any t-shirts. God, where does this man keep his things?
âWhatâre you looking for so interesting?â you hear a familiar voice say, flinching at it. You turn around to find Heeseung, arms crossed leaning against one of the open doors of the wardrobe. Dangerously close to you, you must say.
âB..Beomgyu asked me to use his t-shirt or something for the nightâ you explain, licking your lips. âBut I just canât find anyâ, you say with a annoyed sigh.
Was it just you or did you imagine the look of distate on Heeseungâs when you mentioned wearing Beomgyuâs t-shirt?
âTheyâre all in the wash, the idiot probably forgot, use mine,â he tells you, staring into your eyes with miniscule smile.
You canât help but feel shocked by his offer, causing your heart to beat faster. It may seem insignificant, borrowing clothes, but itâs Heeseung. Your voice feels trapped in your throat, a rush of excitement running through your veins. It just feels special when it comes from him. But you definitely canât say no, can you?
You reply in a quiet voice, trying not to seem overly enthusiastic, âIf youâre completely sure...â He responds with a gentle smile while gently tugging at your wrist. Surprised by the gesture, you let out a soft gasp but ultimately decide to go along with it.
Entering his room, directly opposite Beomgyuâs, the matte black walls catch your eye, imbuing the space with a sleek, modern vibe. The abundance of books scattered; if arranged with proper shelving and space could make a pretty mini library.
As you find yourself in the midst of his room, you can't help but admire the coolness of both of your rooms. âYou guys have such cool roomsâ you exclaim, watching as Heeseung frantically searches through his closet. You hear his echoed chuckle as you walk towards him, taking a peek at his closet. He seems to have just destroyed its neatness. But you do notice the many t-shirts laying flat and wrinkled on the floor.
âThereâs a like a billion one of those t-shirts youâre searching for on the floor, Leeâ you tell him, bending down to pick up the two you see. âAnd a pair of shorts tooâ you add. Heeseung hums in response with a grin, sighing as he pulls out a pretty white t-shirt and a pair of black shorts. Certainly a little too big for you, sure as hell comfortable. Plus itâs Heeseungâs, makes it all the better.
He turns towards you, holding the t-shirt out in display. âI think youâd look nice in thisâ he tells you trying to contain a smile sheepishly. Did he do all this searching, messing up his well organised wardrobe, just because he thought this one specific one would look good on you? You would kiss him if you could right now.
You try to stay calm, trying to hide your eagerness as you thank him softly, taking it from him. Turning around, you move to leave; but stop on your tracks when you feel his hand on your wrist stopping you. Instinctively you look back, Heeseungâs face mere inches away from yours. If you moved any closer, your lips would touch his. And you donât know if that��s a risk youâre willing to take.
âYou forgot thisâ he says,handing you the black shorts, brown orbs still looking into yours. You feel some sort of relief when he says that, quickly taking it from him. âRightâ you say in response walking away.
As you walk away, you think about what just happened; would he have kissed you back if you did first? Does he like you like that? Or is it just some occurring tension between you two? You donât know but youâll let it play out like this.
Standing before the bathroom mirror, you take a moment to appreciate the comfort and loose fit of your attire. The t-shirt drapes effortlessly over your torso, offering a snug yet relaxed feeling. The shorts fit good at your waist too, thanks to it being elastic. Heeseung was right about thinking itâd look good on you. And again, itâs his.
You step out of the bathroom, slowly walking your way into the living room. You spot Heeseung on je couch, a video game console in his hands and eyes fixated on the TV screen. Stopping on your tracks you watch him, completely not noticing you. From what youâve seen, heâs not as boring as Beomgyu has told you before. You see a second console on the coffee table. Itâs so obvious they play together.
âMind if I join in?â, you ask, your voice brimming with excitement as you make your way over to the couch where he's lounging. With a playful bounce, you settle yourself down right beside him, looking over at him.
His eyes roam over you, and you feel your cheeks heating up. Is he pleased with how his clothes fit you, or does he see something off? Heeseungâs gulp breaks the tension, and he meets your gaze once more, leaving you uncertain about what his look truly means.
âDo I look weird or something?â you say, laughing awkwardly. Please say no.
He almost immediately denies your assumptions, âNo, fuck you donât,â he says swallowing once more, âYou look..good, thatâs allâ he continues. No, thatâs not what he wants to say. He thinks you look hot. But best left inside his head. You internally sigh in relief, thank god. Resuming back to what you said, you ask again giggling, âSo can I play?â
He nods his head in agreement, grinning. Bending over to grab the other console, you shuffle into a comfortable seating position, hands on your knees. âGood luckkkâ you drawl with confidence. Heeseung scoffs at you with a smile, heâd kiss that attitude out of you but he'll watch you play for now.
âIâve experienced Beomgyu storming out in anger because he didn't win like five times in a row,â he tells you with a cocky smile. Alright, skilled gamer Heeseung. Although your confidence may have wavered, you refuse to let it affect you. Your main goal is to enjoy yourself during your time here.
âBeomgyu acts like youâre so boring, yet he seems to have pretty good friendship with youâ you say softly. Heeseung hums in response, âItâs because I only play with him sometimes, not really so often. Heâs just over-dramatic, reallyâ he brushes off.
You nod in understanding, âLetâs play then, shall we?â
You donât think youâve ever laughed this hard at someoneâs face before. Heeseungâs face when you swiftly went past him and won the game has you breaking into peels of laughter. His face is truly priceless.
âDid that hurt your ego?â you say between soft giggles. Heeseung stares at you, holding back a grin. The way you feel confident after winning over him, entices him; He wants to ruin that confidence, he wants to ruin you. âBeginners luckâ he replies instead. You continue to giggle at him, laughter dying down as silence pierces through. Itâs peaceful, not awkward at all as the both of you sit in the rather calming quietnesss.
The quiet room suddenly got noisy with your unexpected hiccups. You felt them like tiny jumps in your chest, making you stumble as you hurried to the kitchen, your steps clumsy against the relentless spasms. Opening up the very familiar cupboard, you tap against its inner floor, reaching for a glass. Gasping quietly as you land your feet from tip toeing; you lick your lips, turning to go fill it up.
Youâve always liked this kitchen. It gave you a feeling nostalgia; having such a similar one back at your parents house.
âYou enjoyed winning so much didnât you?â Heeseung says with amusement lacing his words. Gulping down the last of your water with an uncontrollable smile, you nod at him. You like having him slightly worked up. Itâs entertaining.
Heeseung walks over towards you, suddenly caging you with his arms. Your hands instinctively grasp at the counter behind you, eyes darting down. His eyes look into yours sharply inching even closer, if you went just a little closer, your noses would touch and at that point you should just kiss. Temptation clouds your mind and ball of confidence strikes you; retrieving your hands from the counter, you pause before connecting your lips to his.
His lips freeze against yours; certainly was not expecting you to do that. But as soon as he hears your soft whine, his arms that once surrounded the space around you, grabbed at your waist. The soft feeling of his lips on yours melts your body into desire, but before you can fall under it, you pull away.Heeseung groans just as you cut contact, looking at you with an puzzled expression. What are you doing to him? You give him what he wants and blatantly take it away. Thatâs the game you play huh? You tip toe, bending your neck over his as you take a peek at the wall clock fixed in the living room, just next to the kitchen. 10 PM it read. Time does fly when you have fun.
âSex this late night ruins my sleepâ you tell him with a fake pout plastered on your face. âMaybe next time, Leeâ you add on as you cup his face, only to kiss his cheek before slipping away out. Heeseung freezes, shock etched across his features as he replays the scene in his mind. He grapples with your intentions, wondering when this ânext timeâ will occur. Itâs clear youâre pushing his buttons, you literally kissed him for a hot minute and left him helplessly hanging. Youâre good at switching up arenât you? If he has to play this game to put you in your place, then so be it.
All confidence that resided inside you vanished as soon as you closed the door to Beomgyuâs room. God, did you actually do that? Your ego definitely seems to spike sometimes. You donât know if you regret it; from the sheer look in his eyes and searing kiss, it was obvious he liked you too. You just might have left quite an impression on him, it was bold of you. The future of your actions lay flat for tomorrow.
You wake up to the noise of the front door being opened, assuming it was Beomgyu, you rub your tightly closed eyes open. Having slept fairly well last night, you quickly got out of bed, arranging the sheets neat. This wasnât your bed or home to leave untidy, like you occasionally do. Although you think Beomgyu is no better than you.
Walking out you see Beomgyu, helping himself to a cup of ramen. Youâd like some breakfast before you leave.
âHey, got another cup?â you ask with grogginess evident in your voice. Beomgyu finally takes a look at you, pausing at your question for a few minutes before nodding. He turns back momentarily to grab another cup, sliding it over to you. You canât help but turn your eyes over to Heeseungâs room. Is he still in bed?
âWhereâs your âboringâ roommate?â you ask him with a hint laughter in your voice. Beomgyu gives you a sarcastic roll of his eyes, âHe left for the gym right as I came inâ he says replying to your asked question. Oh. You guess the only time youâll see him again is on Monday.
Finally pouring in the hot water, you close the cup with the paper lid, waiting. As you sit waiting for your meal, lost in your thoughts, your mind wanders aimlessly. Suddenly, a sharp gasp escapes your lips as your attention is abruptly pulled back to reality by Beomgyu, who has made an odd noise while pointing his index finger in your direction.
You look at him with a confused expression, âI thought I told you use my t-shirt? Thatâs not mineâ he says, staring at you for an answer. Halting for short second, you reply back âI looked through your closet, and Heeseung told me that they were all in the wash, genius. So he lent me hisâ
Beomgyu looks at you with squinting eyes, processing all what you said before he casually hums. Opening your lid back up, you mix your noodles before going in for a much needed savory bite, humming in delight you look up with happy eyes.
âSo, What did you do last night?â Beomgyu questions, inching his elbows closer to you. The question is harmless and innocent if you view it the way you should, but in your case, there are only two things memorable â winning over Heeseung and kissing Heeseung. You canât help smile internally remembering them, you still feel the feeling of his lips on yours if you think about it long enough.
Beomgyu waves his hand infront of you, as to pop your thinking bubble, âR..Right, yeah, I didnât do much, just played some video games and went to bed, thatâs allâ you answer stuttering slightly at your words.
His eyes light up at the mention of video games, a grin fighting for freedom on his face, âWho won?â he asks enthusiastically. Youâre sure Beomgyuâs hoping for you to say that you had won, recollecting that he always lost to his skilled roommate. Licking your lips in a swift motion, you press your lips together in a tight smile, gazing at Beomgyu.
The look on your face is all he needs to let out a sigh of happy relief, âFuck yes! Somebody actually beat Heeseungâ he exclaims with delight offering you a high-five, which you gladly receive. Slurping up the last of your breakfast, you walk over to throw in the trash informing Beomgyu on the way that youâll head out after changing back into your clothes from last night.
As if remembering something important, he calls you again, â _______!, just wanted to let you know, Iâm hosting a party at my parentsâ place on Monday you know, since the semesters about to end. And theyâre not home anyway. Yourâre invited if youâre up for itâ he blurts out.
âWho's gonna be there?â you question, intrigued.
âLike practically everyone; Yuna, the girl with red glasses, Heeseung, me, duh andâ
âIâll be there, send me the addressâ you cut him off, rushing back inside and change before you leave.
You apply a coat of rosy lip gloss, pressing your lips together with satisfaction. You look good tonight, clad in a snug black mini skirt paired elegantly with a delicate white lace tube top and your hair down in waves. The top showcases just the right amount of skin, accentuating the look of your slender silver chain. Itâs both sexy and cute.
The partyâs at 8 PM, and youâll be just on time if you leave right now. You take one more good look in your full length mirror, nodding to yourself, before finally heading out.
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You stare in awe at the house the party resided in. Itâs truly beautiful, and big. The lively music and joyful voices coming from inside indicate that Beomgyu has invited a lot of people. Itâs clear heâs gone all out to make sure everyone has a great time tonight. You enter with a soft sigh, clutching onto your baby pink handbag. The music is loud but quite enough to hear people talk to one another. Your eyes scan around the area; looking for Beomgyu. The large table with drinks catch your eye as you spot Beomgyu sipping on a can of beer.
He locks eyes with you as you make your way towards him, managing a small smile.
âOh my god, youâre like two minutes lateâ he exclaims dramatically, holding up his phone in the which glowed â8:02 PMâ. You give him an unimpressed look. That seems to shut him up as he gives you a small pout.
You grab a can of beer from the table, popping it open and taking a sip.
âCâmon, Iâll give you a house tour, youâre probably the only one who hasnât been hereâ he tells already walking ahead.
You faithfully trail behind him as he leads you on a tour through each luxurious room, offering short descriptions of their purposes. The surroundings are nothing short of extravagant, soaring ceilings, intricate architectural designs, and an abundance of totally unnecessary paintings on the wall. The overall aura of the place resembles a palace, filled to the brim with people.
As you both progress down the hallway, the fading music suggests youâre approaching the final room. Each room youâve passed has been bustling with at least five people, engaged in drinking, sleeping, or playing some sort of game. However, between all this, Heeseungâs absence stands out. Youâre left to ponder where he is : Either he dipped out on coming or heâs inside the room youâre just about to enter.
Beomgyu gestures towards the door, softly remarking, âAnd hereâs the last room, my childhood sanctuary.â With a gentle click, he swings it open, revealing a truly elegant space. Stepping inside, you instinctively search for Heeseung, your gaze finally settling on him. He acknowledges Beomgyu, waving at him before he buries his gaze on you.
You look away as soon as you make eye contact, pretending to observe the room instead. Other than Heeseung there are few other guys in the room, theyâre all sitting on the bed; probably chatting before you came in.
âWhat are yaâll doing just talking? The drinks are downstairs, come down!â Beomgyu tells them with annoyance evident in his voice.
âIâll stay, not in the mood to drink right nowâ Heeseung mutters, his eyes still fixated on you. Beomgyu looks at you with bored eyes as if silently letting you know that the person who just spoke is infact really boring. You give him a small giggle before telling him that youâd come down in a bit too. You just might have a little talking to do. Beomgyu gives you an expression of âyou too?â before leading the other guys out down with him.
As soon as you turn your head from watching them leave to head down, you slightly flinch at Heeseung walking past you to swiftly lock the door. Safe to say youâre not surprised. You slide your handbag off your shoulder, mounting it on a nearby shelf. Just then you feel a gentle tug at your wrist and immediate contact with Heeseungâs lips. You halt for a second before you wrap your hands around his neck, pads of your fingers pressing into the nape of his neck.
His lips feel just as soft as the first time, addicting you must say. He seems just as eager as you are, slyly pushing his tongue inside your mouth with a grin you could tell he had on. You whine into his mouth, signalling him to pull away to breathe. He pulls away slowly, a string of saliva connecting your lips as you pant heavily. God you really need him right now. His eyes look into yours as you giggle at the lip gloss smeared over his mouth. He looks at you amused as you wipe then gloss off with a focused stare.
âWhat happened to âsex ruins your sleep at nightâ ?â he asks you mockingly, running his hands over your ass.
âYour dickâs hardâ you retort, hands coming down to palm his cock. He hisses as you do so, mumbling a curse.
âIâll just go fuck another girlâ he tells with a smirk, eager to see your reaction. Heâs really trying to piss you off huh?
âNo you fucking wonâtâ you tell him with a laugh, connecting your lips back together. He dosenât complain, immediately melting into the kiss as you still rub his hard on, making him moan into it. You donât think youâll ever get over how good his lips feel against yours.
âThatâs right, so suck me off will you?â he says against your lips.
And that's how you end up on your knees, holding onto Heeseungâs thighs tightly while he thrusts his big fucking dick into your mouth. You eagerly suck and twirl your tongue around the lower part of his shaft, making sure to cover it with your saliva. The grip on his thighs becomes even tighter as he pushes his cock deeper into your throat, his mushroom tip brushing against the back.
âJ..Just like that baby, god you were made for thisâ he rasps with eyes closed shut, fingers caressing your hair. You let out quiet moans against his dick, your panties progressively getting wetter. Youâre desperate for him inside you.
Continuing to suck him off, you decide to tease him a bit, after all he is, so close to coming. You pull off his dick, retrieving your hands from his thighs and grabbing at the base of it and giving his red tip kitten licks. He groans at loss of your mouth, eyes glaring at your doe eyed ones. âDonât fucking tease or you wonât get to cum laterâ he warns you. The thought of not cumming when your pussy was dripping and pulsating like this sent shivers down your spine.
You almost immediately stuff his cock back in your mouth; but you pause when you feel feel Heeseungâs hands gripping your hair, fucking your mouth. Itâs sloppy and messy; you feel hot tears well up at your eyes, falling down endlessly as he continues to fuck your throat deep.
âThatsâs a good girl, fuck, âm gonna cumâ he moans, his movements in your mouth gradually easing as he releases his warmth down your throat. Heeseung breathes heavily, his eyes widening with a smile as he gazes at your exhausted expression; cheeks flushed, eyes watery, and most likely a very wet pussy. He bends down to pick you up again, mounting you on his lap as he lifts your skirt, fingers dipping into your soaked cunt.
You whine into his neck, feeling him move your drenched panties to the side, filling your cunt with two of his fingers, sinking in and out of you painfully slow. Heeseung chuckles at your whimpers, finding them cute as he adds a third finger, picking up his pace. He starts pressing wet kisses into your neck, sucking on the shell of your ear which only fueled the building pleasure inside of you.
âHahâ! please, wanna cu..m gonna cumâ you groan into his neck as you cream over his fingers, knot in your stomach free as you relieve your high, hugging Heeseung tighter. He brings up his coated fingers up to his mouth, licking them clean.
âNeed to fuck you now, but let me eat you out next time, yeah?â he whispers into your ear, as you finally look at him again placing a kiss on your lips. You hum in response, a slight gasp escaping your lips as he flips you on your stomach, ass up in the air; removing the your skirt and sticky underwear. He takes a moment to look at your glistening cunt, slightly swollen from your previous orgasm.
You want to say something you know you shouldnât, because one, itâs way beyond the truth and two, not when he has you under him like this, no control over him and pussy ready for him to slip into. But you like pissing him off and getting him worked up. Just as you feel his dick poke at your entrance, you whisper, âSmall dickâ.
You may have said it in a low voice but the way you feel Heeseung stiffen up behind you only confirms he had clearly heard it.
âOh yeah? Enlighten me on the girl who was fucking choking on this small dick not so long agoâ he spits out with amusement lacing his words, cock slipping into your folds whole without notice. You let out a string of choked moans, words breaking down into nothing as he pounds into you relentlessly. Falling face down onto the sheets, you tug on them tighter, body jerking and thighs shaking. To say he felt good buried inside of you was a huge understatement.
He hold your hips tighter, cursing at how you clench down at him each time he goes deeper into you.
âLook at you, cunts sucking me in so good, been desperate for my cock havenât you?â Heeseung growls with a cruel laugh, leaning down to suck on your back as he still fucks into you. You donât answer, mind fogged up with cock ruining your pussy as your eyes roll back. One of his hands pull you back up, then grabbing at your bouncing tits, rubbing at your nipples.
He slaps your ass, eyes watching it jiggle with each pound he gives. âFucking answer meâ he demands you, only making you moan louder as you feel his tip brutally hammer at your cervix, pushing you towards the edge.
âYes! hnng!â fuck yes! gah- pleaseâ you blurt out, the need to cum again building up fast.
Heeseung lets out a shriek, cock swollen inside of you as he fills your cunt up with his cum. But he still fucks into you, getting you closer to your high. The way he filled you up only tightened the knot inside you, squirting out on his cock and coating. Your vision sees white as you pant heavily, head throbbing.
Heeseung slowly moves your tired body onto his lap, picking you all over your face as you get back into your senses. âWhat a way to finally say I love youâ he tells you, kissing the crown on your head. You giggle at him, feeling a strong sense of euphoria rush through you.
âIâve always liked youâ you tell him, looking away and playing with his fingers. He chuckles at you, placing another kiss on your lips. âGood, I had a thing for you tooâ he whispers into your ear.
Suddenly you hear a stiff knock at door, you jolt up in surprise, âCan you please open the fucking door? I need to piss! All the others are occupied!â you hear Beomgyuâs voice outside, desperate to get inside. It makes you realise you literally fucked on his bed, and totally messed up the cheeks. The thought of cleaning it up burns red into your cheeks.
You look up at Heeseung, as if asking what to do. But with the grin he has on his face says otherwise.
âWait just a little more, Iâve got to make _______ cum again!â he screams out at the door slyly spreading your legs again.
You donât think Beomgyu has to use the bathroom anymore.
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đ - rich, stupid, dumb girl and her nerd boyfriend.
(coriolanus snow x bimbo reader)
summary: you loved your boyfriend just too much not to let him edge you in public
c.w: in public, reader is a bimbo, edging, fingering (f. recieving), oral (m. recieving), overstimulation, a bit of praising, dom coryo, at school sex, smut, nsfw, humiliation, explicit content, slightly degrading
mascara running down your eyes, lipstick kisses on his hips, abdomen and neck, your boyfriend had his hand on your head as he frowned at the pleasure and the perfect sight of having you bobbing your head on his dick.
your boyfriend was such a cute nerd, always giving you the right answers to tests that you were too stupid to answer for yourself. always kissing your lips behind the books shelves. always putting you on your knees and letting his fingers open your mouth as you looked up at him, too whiny cause he tried to get you to understand something your stupid brain couldn't bare.
you were just another stupid brain dead girl who's head was good but not in the right ways- he loved the way you eagerly sucked on his dick, getting him coated in your saliva and kissing his tip as if it was the most precious thing of your life. it was just curious to see someone so dumb using it's inteligence to reproduction purposes. of course, both of you didn't mean to reproduct, but if you were to have a son or daughter, you had to pray that he/she would be just as pretty as you- but not as inteligent.
the soft grunts he let out of his mouth were the prettiest thing you could hear. no matter how many soap operas your father made you watch, the prettiest sounds were made by his throat.
you didn't have a gag reflex. every ex boyfriend you had usually would go nuts because of it. but coryo was different.
your sweet, precious, nerdy boyfriend, was bigger than your average-sized-dick exes. you didn't care- i mean, what is a bit of gagging when his dick is hitting the back of your throat? it was delicious having the chance to taste him.
that's why you were on your knees now, under the library desk as he read (or tried) to read the books in front of him. your mouth was too eager, you seemed hungry for him, pillow plump lips with smeared lipstick engulfing all you could of his inches, every single one could fit into your throat- fuck the gag reflex. you wanted him to the brim.
your thinking was delayed by his sweet words, the sweet tone of his voice cussing you for being so good at sucking a dick but being so horrible with mathematics.
"god, you're so pretty, doll. how can you be so hungry for dick?" he asked, and you moaned against his dick, incapable of giving him any proper answers. "keep going like that, okay? once i'll cum- fuck, we'll come back to studying."
"'don't wanna" you said, muffled by his cock.
"i didn't asked if you want, baby. you will." he said, pulling you by your hair to get you away from his dick. he kissed you, lips and tongue on yours. "now, sit by my side, okay?"
and you obeyed, pouting and trying to clean the lipstick stains off your lips.
his hand went to your thigh after he put his dick back inside his clothes. "c'mon, tell me. do you know the answer to that?" he pointed to a question on the book, something about maths. your worst grades were in this one class.
"i don't." you said, pouting. "c'mon, cory! let me make you cum." you begged, cleaning off the mascara stains now. "don't be such a meanie." you said, blinking your doe eyes.
"nope. answer at least one of those." and you tried, really. but then his fingers were on your damped panties going up and down your slick and you couldn't seem to think anymore. how mean of him.
"i-i don't know, coryo- stop that, if you keep on edgin' then i won't be capable of answerin'-" you slurred, almost crying from the way he was teasing you. he knew you couldn't answer things like that. not in that state.
"c'mon, doll. you know better than that." he said, and you melted almost right away.
"i don't. i swear!" you said, feeling him pull your panties to the side so he could have a better access to you.
"well, i guess you won't be cummin' today. what a shame." he said, thrusting his fingers slowly into you, curling them inside your tight cunt.
"please don't- coryoo, let me cum, please!" you begged, awkwardly bucking against his fingers only to end up mewling into his sudden kiss.
"i kissed you just because you're too loud. you know that the library doesn't permit such lewd actions of love as to kissing."
"you're f..fingering me."
"nuh-uh, i'm trying to teach you the basics of mathematics by pushing you to an edge." he said, kissing your cheek. "but if you're not answering, then maybe i should just stop."
he threatened to pull his fingers out of you, which didnât happen due to your relentlessly bucking to his fingers. "n-no, i'll answer it! i will!-"
"then do it." he said, his thumb on your clit. "what is the second most read book in the world?"
"d...dom quixote?" you dared, mewling into his fingers, noticing how wet you were by the sounds your pussy was making on him. he gave you a proud smile, getting quicker with his fingers and promptly taking them off you when a teacher passed close by.
he sucked on those fingers, humming about how good you tasted. "such a sweet girl, it isn't even difficult to tell that you're the sweetest in taste too." he said, adjusting your pantiesnas you breathed heavily.
he's such a meanie. spent the whole day teasing you. fingering, grinding, humping, he didnât got quiet until he accompanied you home, and now, your hands were on the wall as he pounded into you, making sure you felt every single inch of his dick inside you.
"c-cory, you'll let me cum, right? you spent the whole day- fuck! t-teasing me, edging me!" you slurred.
he nodded, kissing your neck. "promise i'll let you, doll. just keep yourself quiet. you don't want your parents to see what a slut you are, do you?"
"n-no, i don't!" you answered, holding all your moans by biting your bottom lip.
"princess," he called you "you don't need to stop moaning. just be good and less louder okay?" you nodded as an answer. the moans you let out after that, were soft grunts, hard to be held as he kept on pounding into you, even harder when his hand found your cunt again, his index on your clit.
"st-stop, coryo. it's gettin' harder to-" another moan, this time due to how he pinched your clit. "s-stop!"
"oh you want me to?"
"n-no, but-"
"no but's. you know you want it. tell me, doll. what do you want?"
"c-cum. want to cum." you begged. "please."
"hm,, i don't really want to end it right now." his pace became quicker; his lips on your shoulder and his words on your ear.
"please. just this once." you tried again, your cunt tightening around him as he pounded slowly inside you.
it was torturing. you could feel your core clenching, his dick throbbing inside you and still he didnât want to make you cum. he was taking you over the edge.
with that in mind for the next reason you would fight with him, you trembledand squirmed when his dick kissed your uterus just the right way- when he hit the sweetest spots in your cunt that just him knew about.
you cried your eyes out, bucking against him and letting him bury himself into you- it was just too good not to let him do it. and then you were ready to cum all of your pent-up sexual teasing over his dick, and that's what you did, letting his cock be coated with your cum and moaning as you felt his cum going directly into you. rope after rope, spurt after spurt, you were filled up completely by his cum, and he quickly adjusted your panties in the right direction, kissing your temple.
"be a doll and sleep with those hm? full." he said, tapping your ass and kissing you goodbye.
being stupid with those thoughts of yours, you quickly forgot about what he said, and he knew, somehow- because on the next day he fucked you and stuffed his seed into you, he made sure to not let anything leak when he shoved your panties into you.
"don't forget about it this time." and he kissed you again, this time, you oveyed promptly and slept with his cum inside your cunt..
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Sick as a Dog (Soldier Boy x Reader)
Summary: Day 25 - Underwear stealing/sniffing. Soldier Boy is America's first superhero. The greatest man who ever lived. Larger than life itself. A sleazy chauvinist who's getting off on your panties in a motel bathroom. [AO3 link]
Note: Written for @cozycornerevents Kinktober! Female reader, but no other descriptors are used. I think this is my first Soldier Boy fic set in modern dayâŚanyway it was fun writing mean and gross Soldier Boyđ¤
Word count: 1k
Warnings: Soldier Boy-typical misogyny. Sexually explicit content involving masturbation, panty stealing/sniffing, degradation, voyeurism.
You couldnât relax around Soldier Boy, not when Butcher and Hughie left you alone with him in that damn motel room. It was almost impossible to focus on the TV with him so blatantly eyeing you like a piece of meat. Tried to do the arm-over-the-shoulder move so he could grope your breast, and called you a prude under his breath when you scooted further down the couch.Â
Sure, he was attractive, but you werenât about to mix business with pleasureâespecially not with a guy who, when introduced to you, asked Butcher if they only kept you around as âstress relief,â as if you werenât even standing in front of him. Maybe you should have gone with MM and Annie after all.
âI gotta use the can,â he grumbled, scratching his crotch before standing up from the couch.
The tension slowly released from your body the further away he got from you. Picking up your phone from the coffee table, you saw a missed text from Hughie:Â Sorry to leave you on supe-sitting duty. Everything good?
You sighed, your thumbs hovering over the keys before sending back:Â Yeah. Nothing I canât handle.
Threw in an emoji at the end so he wouldnât feel too bad. It was kind of your own fault, anyway. You decided to go along with Butcher and Hughie because part of you still naively believed in Soldier Boyâs heroism, his authenticity. And then you actually met him. Heard the shockingly crass way he talked, a relic of a time you had no interest in reliving.
You were just about to text Annie when you heard it.
A name. Your name. Low and gruff and mean coming from his mouth.
Putting your phone down, you glanced in the direction of the bathroom.Â
You knew your best option was to just ignore it when you heard him say your name againâturn up the volume on the TV and ignore the way heat flared up between your legs at the grunts he didnât even try to keep down. Instead, you stood up, your heart beating faster with each step you took. The motel room wasnât all that big, didnât take very long at all to get to the bathroom door, look in where heâd left it open a crack.Â
Had he been careless? Or did he want you to watch? Â
You gaped openly at him, pumping his hard cock with a pair of your used panties bunched up in his hand, sliding it up and down his length. Black, satin with a little bow, it was one of your favorite pairs you brought with you, too, and you werenât sure how to feel about him having chosen that one to get off with, to ruin. You looked back at your duffel bag, wide open and clearly rifled through. Supposed you were trying too hard not to pay attention to him to pay any mind to his violating your privacy.
âThatâs right, take it, you fucking slut,â he growled. âYou might not be their stress relief, but youâre gonna be mine.â
How the hell was this the same guy whose PSAs you watched throughout your school years, telling you to pledge allegiance to the flag and say no to drugs? He was sick, hypocritical, a symbol of the worst of American debauchery. Every subsequent word that came out of his mouth was vile, objectifyingâshouldâve repulsed you instead of going straight to your pussy. Your brain was screaming at you to go back to the couch and pretend you didnât see anything, but you couldnât tear your eyes away from him.
âIâll make sure you canât fucking walk tomorrow, have to carry you over my shoulder and tell everyone what a slut you are for my cock.â
Your breath caught in your throat. He squeezed his cock harder, his pumps more punishing, frustration radiating off of him as his precum soaked through your ruined panties. Could you even bear to wear them again, knowing all the things he said and did with them bunched up in his hand, picturing you in their place, bent over the motel room sink, or anywhere else he could think of in that deviant mind of his.
âHow bad do you want it? Câmon, I wanna hear you beg.â
âPlease,â you whispered despite yourself.
âI know youâre out there,â he taunted, startling you. âI can hear you panting like a bitch in heat. Why donât you come in and give me a hand?â
With a gasp, you found your legs again and ran back to the living area. Fell over yourself to get onto the couch and make the TV louder, anything to drown out the sound of his groans, your name mixed with curses as he came just a few feet away.Â
Your face was on fire, and you sat with your hands folded between your legs, trying desperately to ignore the want that had overtaken you while watching him. You were better than that, better than debasing yourself for someone like him. Still, a shiver ran down your spine when you heard a gruff, drawn out âFuckâ over the sound of the stupid Vought A Burger commercial that was on.
The sink ran. Toilet flushed. Your head was pounding when he walked out of the bathroom and back to the couch.Â
âThanks, sweetheart,â he said, throwing your panties at you.
The balled up garment landed on your lap, wet and heavy with his cum. With a reluctant, trembling hand, you pushed it onto the floor.
Your voice cracked as you half-heartedly told him, âYouâre disgusting.â
He scoffed, his arm draped across the back of the couch, the tips of his fingers brushing your shoulder. âYou should take it as a compliment. Thereâs plenty of other broads I couldâve jacked off toâHayworth, Bardot, Fawcettââ
âBut none of them had their panties lying around here, did they?â
âNo, they didnât.â He was silent for a moment before breaking into a grin. âIâm gonna get you to fold sooner or later. Then, Iâm really gonna make you beg for it.â
âDonât bet on it,â you mumbled.
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October 21 - Ruined Orgasm
pairing:Â dom!Wanda x sub!Reader
summary:Â Wanda punishes you by controlling your orgasm... then ruining it.
content warnings: restraints, vibrator
word count:Â 1.1k+
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âWanda I swear to god-â
A laugh sounds out from behind you, and you sag slightly in your restraints as the vibrator pressed against you turns off. Youâre standing, tied spread eagle to an x-cross, your hole leaking down against the toy.Â
âOh my poor pet,â Wanda says, her voice amused as she circles back around you. âIf you want something you should ask nicely.â
Leaning in, she licks a long, wet strip from your collarbones to your ear, collecting your sweat on her tongue. You canât help but shudder at the feeling, wanting her to touch you more. Her hands gently stroke your damp skin, her fingernails dragging over your trembling stomach and up to your hard nipples, tugging slightly and smiling at your responding groan.Â
âYouâve been keeping me on edge for⌠hours,â you say, your voice strained as Wanda turns the vibrator on again. Itâs on the lowest setting this time, your clit throbbing furiously at the stimulation.Â
âAnd Iâll keep you like this for as long as I want,â Wandaâs voice is suddenly cold, and your eyes widen. âRemind me, pet. Why am I doing this?â
You open your mouth to speak right as Wanda turns the vibrator up again. A choked moan comes out instead of words, and you see Wanda smirk slightly. Her fingers tap your lips, a silent reminder to answer her question.
âYouâre doing this because-â
âAh ah,â she chides, turning the vibrator up again. âUse a proper sentence, I didnât spend all that time training you just for you to forget it as soon as your slutty little brain turns off.â
You let out a whimper at that, fighting against the fuzziness threatening to overtake you as pleasure courses through you. Your words are slurred slightly together as you speak, your voice strained. âMommy is punishing me because I broke a rule and came without permission this morning.â
âExactly,â Wanda purrs, her hands gentle as they tease your nipples. âAnd Mommy was so nice this morning, letting you hump her thigh all sleepy. But you had to go and ruin it like a brat. Did I not train you well enough?â
âNo,â your voice is slightly desperate now. âYou trained me well I just⌠it was my fault, not yours. I just wasnât thinking⌠getting too needy and forgetting my place.â
A wide smile breaks out on Wandaâs face. âThatâs right,â she coos, her hand gently cupping your cheek. âYou just need Mommy to do all the thinking for you, huh? Mommy is in charge of all your orgasms, so sheâll have to be stricter about when she lets you cum, isnât that right?â
You nod, not quite knowing what she means but not wanting to disagree with her.Â
âGood, because Mommy always knows what's best, doesnât she?â
Nodding again, you watch her with wide eyes. You can feel an orgasm rising, and hold yourself extra still so she doesnât notice.Â
âUse your words.â Her voice is sharp.Â
âYes Mommy,â you speak hurriedly, noticing the way she glances down toward your hips. âYou always know whatâs best.â
Wanda doesnât respond, simply nodding and turning the vibrator up a bit higher. Her fingers lightly trail over your stomach, feeling your muscles clenching in anticipation. Green eyes lock with yours, her eyebrows raising as she leans in, her lips mere inches from yours.Â
âBeg.â
You let out a moan, your muscles beginning to shake. âPlease, please let me cum. I need it, I-â
Cutting yourself off, you try to rut harder against the vibrator, feeling your orgasm coming quickly. Itâs seconds away, you just need two⌠moreâŚ
Wanda turns the vibrator off, pulling it away from your hips as you groan in frustration. She smiles at you, the look in her eyes dark as she watches you pant as your pleasure fades.Â
âYouâll have to do better than that,â she says, placing the vibrator back against your sensitive, aching clit. It feels even better than before, your hole leaking around the toy as Wanda begins to press it further against you. The pressure only serves to elevate the vibrations, making your nerves feel like theyâve been set on fire.Â
You begin to speak again, but before you can get any words out, Wanda shoves her fingers in your mouth. The weight of them presses against your tongue, and you obediently close your lips around them and begin to suck.Â
âI love it when you get like this,â Wanda murmurs, her eyes intensely focused on your face. She watches your eyes as they begin to glaze over, the vibrations increasing steadily against your most sensitive parts. âSo obedient, so docile for me.â
The only thing you can do is moan in agreement. You love it when she treats you like this, when you get so needy and submissive that you become completely reliant on Wanda. The only thing on your mind is your orgasm, and you love that she has control over if and when you get to come.Â
âDo you want to cum, baby?â Wandaâs voice is low and soothing. Her green eyes are warm when you manage to make eye contact.Â
Nodding quickly, you moan around her fingers as she begins thrusting them in and out of your mouth. The vibrator speeds up, the stimulation feeling perfect against you. The feeling of your orgasm looms, and you resist the urge to hump the toy like before, knowing that Wanda would disapprove.Â
Smiling, Wanda turns the vibrator all the way up, loving the way you throw your head back and groan. Youâre close, she can tell, but she doesnât want you to get the satisfaction of an orgasm. No, she wants you to truly suffer, to truly understand how bad it was to cum without her permission. She wants to show you the kind of power she holds when she controls your orgasms.Â
âCum for Mommy,â she murmurs, her fingers flexing around the toy. She presses it hard against you, your clit throbbing and aching, the pleasure building up and up and upâŚ
Your orgasm hits, your clit throbbing against the vibrator as you begin to spasm. As soon as the pleasure begins to pour through you, Wanda rips the toy away, stepping back.Â
She watches with sadistic glee as you squirm and thrash in your restraints, your clit throbbing uselessly as your orgasm is ruined. You leak down your inner thighs, tears of frustration running down your face. All pleasure fades, your body tired from the hours of build-up, only to have it ruined at the last second.Â
âThat was fun,â Wanda says, and you scowl in disagreement. âAh ah, no more attitude from you, darling. You just earned yourself another ruined orgasm.â
Another one?
Fuck.
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"an exploratory kiss, testing the waters between them" with Luca please!
a/n: i love luca so so bad i fear s3 has giving me horrific brain rot for him baby boy iâm knocking on ur door and getting on one knee
contents: kissing, some pda, cluelessness, all my faves
"I mean... I think we're just friends, right?"
Luca takes a long swig from his cold beer pint. Using the drink as an excuse to buy himself time to think. It was some draft IPA that was just the perfect level of pretentious where he didnât look like a dick but separated himself from some domestic bottle. Something that would matter to no one except a man with his level of perception anxiety. Condensation dripping down his wrist which your eyes follow, trailing the drops as they roll down his forearm.
"Right. And would it be worth risking things between us to test out... Something more? Because I don't want to lose you just to find out weâre being a touch crazy.â
"I don't want to lose you either." You rush out after his sentence, shaking your head while resting your hands on your knees. The rough material of your jeans against your palms helping to keep you grounded.
It had been a half an hour since you and Luca passed some wonderful older woman on the street who needed directions. Luca was able to relay them by heart, though it didnât stop you from double checking on your phone to ensure you didnât send her off on a misguided path. She beamed at the two of you once she knew her way, patting Lucaâs arm and asking the question that has broken the two of you ever since. âHow long have you two been married?â
To which the two of you sputtered out a mess of words, none of which made any sense, and the older woman gave a tsk tsk tsk. âYou better propose before itâs too late. Shouldnât let such a catch get away.â The takes off on her journey. Both of you stood their with your jaws dropped before you finally started continuing on your path to the bar and trying to laugh it off.
But neither of you could let it go.
âWe could-âŚâ You take a deep breath, rolling your shoulders back and strengthening your resolve, âWe could kiss? That way we can feel thereâs nothing there and get it out of minds.â
Luca stares down at his beer, eyeing the way the foam is slowly dissipating and contemplating his options. âJust one kiss?â
You nod, âJust one. Lips only, no tongue, nothing crazy.â
His bodyâs turning to you, eyes filled with apprehension. Searching your face for any sign of doubt, which he doesnât find, before nodding back to you. âJust one. Weâre realize how silly this is and put it behind us.â
Lucaâs hand comes to rest on top of yours, the bar suddenly feeling so much warmer and intimate than before. Thankfully no one was paying attention to your little table tucked away in the back corner. Heâs watching your breathing, watching your expression. Catches your tongue dart out to moisten your lips and he does the same.
Heâs close enough now where you can feel the warmth rolling off his body, you can hear each steady breath he takes. âJust⌠Stop me if this is weird, yeah?â
You nod, leaning in as well until your noses brush against each other and your eyes fall closed before your lips connect against his. Theyâre slightly cold from his drink, hints of beer still on his lips. You stay connected for just a moment before you pull away, eyeing him apprehensively.
âHow was that?â
He sucks in some air, staying close to you still. âIt was, uhm, chaste. To say the least.â
Thereâs a flush on your cheeks at that.
âWell⌠I mean, We can do a real kiss if you want.â
Lucaâs eyes are on yours, his hand moving to slide up your thigh and grabs ahold of it. âWe should just make sure, yâknow? Because that told me nothing.â
Itâs a flawed plan but youâre not thinking as clearly with him this close.
Your arms wrap around his neck and you bring the two of you closer once again. Your lips finding his and you let out a soft moan as you feel his part under yours. He takes the chance to let his tongue slide against your bottom lip before slipping between your lips and into your mouth. You lace one of your hands in his hair while his free arm wraps around your waist now.
Itâs his turn to groan into the kiss. The sound causes you to press your thighs together while your tongue moves along his. Your breathing is picking up and youâre convinced he can hear just how hard your heart is beating.
He tastes sweet. The IPA mixed with vanilla from the custard he kept having to taste during service. It was addicting to say the least.
Minutes, hours, days pass by as you lose yourself in him. Eventually you hear him groan, pulling back slightly to press another kiss to your bottom lip before leaning back in his chair. Beaming at your shocked expression.
Your hand comes up, fingers resting against your lips as you chase the feeling of the kiss. Oh.
Luca has to adjust himself on the seat, chuckling at the sight of you as he tries to relax his breathing. âShe, uh, she might have known what she was talking about.â
Luca looks smug, even with his blushing cheeks, as he takes another drink of his beer. His hand never leaving your thigh.
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