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I've come to the conclusion that the Phandom is hilarious
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I posted 3,766 times in 2022
That's 1,386 more posts than 2021!
203 posts created (5%)
3,563 posts reblogged (95%)
I tagged 1,042 of my posts in 2022
#lamppost - 216 posts
#printercore - 61 posts
#ofmd - 38 posts
#dracula daily - 34 posts
#cr2 - 28 posts
#meow. - 20 posts
#tagged in - 20 posts
#goncharov - 19 posts
#unreality - 17 posts
#batoids - 16 posts
Longest Tag: 135 characters
#feels embarrassing when someone goes âezraâs here!!!!â out loud to everyone but when you feel like you often go unnoticed itâs so⌠đĽşđ
My Top Posts in 2022:
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you bleeding heart liberals never want to cut anyoneâs head off
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guy who planned to eat all my birdseed and missed
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every character in Dracula đ¤ all tumblr users
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AND YOU MAY ASK YOURSELF
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My #1 post of 2022
oh boy a letter from my friend jonathan! by jove⌠ALL the evil things of the world, you say?
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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review â
#tumblr2022#year in review#my 2022 tumblr year in review#your tumblr year in review#why are three of my top 5 posts about dracula daily. I have questions#like why did none of my printer posts blow up đ#lamppost
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đ¤i don't know what to do now.
I was gonna look into getting HRT, and I'm probably still gonna do that pretty soon, but then my car died and I had to spend nearly 4k on a new one, which luckily I saved enough to where I'm still fine, but it did completely interrupt my streak of productivity towards doing trans stuff. On top of that, having to be around both my father and one of my uncles almost every day for the last 2 weeks to deal with said car has caused a massive drop in mental health and I've especially been in kill mode for the last 48 hours, which makes it kinda hard to get anything else done.
Overall tho, getting a car now is probably a net positive, I'm not gonna have to worry about panicking to get a car as quickly as possible after I moved out because if my old one had died after I left, but before I was able to get a new one, I would've probably been really fucked. Not great timing to happen at this exact moment though.
And on the topic of moving out, I don't really have any reason to not just move to an entirely different state now. I'm not entirely sure where to move, wherever it is, realistically it'll probably be relatively short-term, but every reason I had before to stay in my current area is kinda gone, I have a car now and thus won't have to worry as much about dying on the road while driving 500,000,000,000 kilometers to another state, I pretty much exclusively talk to all of my friends online now, even the ones that I do live near, so that won't really change much, I kinda hate my job now and have been heavily considering quitting since like, November so like, don't really care to stay here just for that. The only real reason I have to stay here is that living expenses are fairly cheap, but this is far from the only area in the country where that's the case, and I know there are other places that are even cheaper. My reasons for needing to leave keep increasing too, the core general reason is just, my family live here, and I want most of my family dead (and some of them want me dead too!) but more specifically, my mother almost certainly knows I'm still living here by this point, I learned about 6 months ago that she had moved back here after being in another state for the last 5 years, and while I'm not in contact with her at all, it's not unlikely that she's heard from someone else that I'm here, possibly even where I work or any other information, and her knowing literally anything about my current location pretty much puts a timer on my life because she really does not want me to be alive. Tension with the rest of my family has also gotten significantly worse in the last few months (which is largely my fault but like, what am I supposed to do, not tell my uncle to kill himself???), which really I don't care much about, most of them I normally see 5 times per year max, and even the few I do see more often than that have extremely little impact on my life, but the bigger concern is that a couple of them have definitely, at least to some degree, caught onto me being trans. Or maybe they just think I'm gay but like either way it's a potential problem for me, my family is extremely bigoted (the uncle I told to kill himself literally prompted me to say that by going on a massive rant about electric cars being bad because, something about them all being made by f*gs??? idk being in the same room as that man is like being in the same room as a stereotypical 4chan user, but like, the worst kind) (that uncle btw is not one of the relatives that have probably caught onto me being trans, he is so incredibly dense that I could probably directly tell him I'm trans myself and he probably just like, wouldn't even process it and then somehow use it as an opportunity to tell me to remove all of my money from the banks because the blog he read says joe biden is gonna pass a bill tomorrow that makes banks disappear). Biggest reason why I think some of them know is because a couple of them (one in particular, a different uncle than the one i told to kill himself) have really started to enjoy bringing up conversation topics related to trans and gay people, and my answer is always just complete neutrality, but in a way where it is so extremely obvious that I am just trying to say whatever gets them to shut the fuck up. If any of them, or especially my father who I currently live with, had 100% concrete proof that I'm trans, it would become completely insufferable, I would actually end up murdering one of them within a week I am certain of it, even just being in the same area and them knowing where I live, they would make my life hell immediately, and I'd really rather just not deal with that, and it's really hard to fully cut contact with those people if I'm living in the same town as them, even if I try to.
Another one of the other reasons I had for just getting an apartment where I currently live was that I had a few options for potential roommates, which would make paying rent a lot easier, but that's not the case anymore, some of those options went away once I came out as trans, some I am absolutely not comfortable with living with anymore, a few have since found other roommates or just moved out on their own, and the rest are all just other miscellaneous reasons. I don't really have any viable options for roommates in other states either, but since I don't have any here either, it doesn't really make much of a difference. I technically do know people elsewhere that would probably be willing to live with me, the problem is they're all either in other countries, which I'd be fine with eventually, but not right now, or they're in texas or florida, so, so many in texas and florida, texas especially, why is everyone i know in texas i am not moving to texas especially when most of the people i know that already live there hate it. so yea I'm pretty much on my own unless I want to move to the UK or Texas and I'm not doing that, luckily I expected and prepared for this so I should be fine financially for at least 1 year even on my own, even if it's not ideal. Financially I'm probably fine moving somewhere else, the main concern is everything else cuz like, I'm dumb. and stupid. and incompetent. and i fuck everything up and am bad at everything. Me being stupid and incompetent still applies to living the same state i currently do but like, đ¤idk i just feel like i'd be more likely to have actual consequences for being a massive fuckup somewhere that isn't here. But like yea I'm an idiot.
I don't even know where I would move, for the last few months I was looking into apartments with the intent of temporarily living here for like 6 more months, but again, new car, no more reasons to stay, I think it'd kinda just be a waste of 6 months at this point. But if I commit to moving to a different state I'll have to completely restart the process of searching for an apartment, except it'll be even harder because I don't even know where to look for an apartment at, like I don't know where I want to go I just know I can't be here for much longer. Plus moving states probably requires a bunch of paperwork stuff, like, I probably need a new license for that state and like uhhh new bank account because the current bank i use only has locations in this state and i don't know how hard all of that stuff is to do, like I said I'm a stupid idiot that's incompetent and dumb and should die. Guess I'll die then cause as I've been writing this I'm becoming more and more committed to the idea of just saying fuck it and leaving, I have no clue how much longer it'll take to find a place and get everything sorted out in order to move states but like, if I stay in this town for another 6 months or more like my original plan I am absolutely going to end up killing myself, and that would not be fun so I'd rather not do that.
Idk whether it'd be better to just start hrt after finding another place, or go back to trying to get it now, because on one hand finding somewhere in another state could potentially take a lot longer than it would've taken to find a place in this town and each month that goes by without me being on estrogen is another month closer to the guillotine, but also if I try starting hrt immediately after I move out it'd just be adding to the pile of things to be stressed about because I'd be going through the whole process of trying to get it while also trying to figure out everything else. I was trying to list reasons why both starting hrt now, and starting hrt later have downsides, but I think I literally just gave reasons for why starting hrt later would be bad, but like trust me there are reasons why looking into getting it now would also be hard and potentially bad, it's fine it's fine I have the excuse of being kinda tired and extra mentally ill after just getting out of one of the worst meltdowns I've ever had over the last 24 hours so like it's fine if everything I say is completely incomprehensible verbal slop I get the free pass to be unhinged right now if you yell at me for being insane right now you're being mean and unfair and i'll cry. Mods decipher what anything said in this entire multi-paragraph rant means even I, the writer, the author, the director, the lead actor, do not understand what literally any of it means. I should probably sleep but mania hittin too hard to do so so instead time to listen to the Colress battle theme on loop and walk in circles (a normal tuesday (chewsday innit)).
I am so confused
#my brain is the size of this walnut except way smaller#dollgore#mods; put her brain in a washing machine and turn it on high#mods; put her tongue in a microwave and set the timer for 12 minuttes#mods; put her eyeballs in the 3d printer and cover them in filament#chat what the fuck is the streamer saying? can we ban her please?#manic episodes are kinda like being high on cocaine; except like; less cool; but like; everything else is exactly the same#i have been listening to the same song on loop for 4 days straight nonstop and i barely even like the song what is wrong with me#the song in question is both Third Eye Tango by Akatsuki Records; and also the Colress battle theme from Pokemon BW2#DO NOT QUESTION WHY I LISTEN TO 2 SONGS ON LOOP AT THE SAME TIME YOU JUST DON'T HAVE AS ELEVATED OF A CONSCIOUSNESS AS ME!!!!!#ngl; top google result for âstack akatsuki recordsâ reddit post is kinda entirely correct I fucking hate this band#POWER WORD: KILL!!!!#brain hurty#why does that rika gif exist? why would she say that it's so rude :(#i am so gonna want to delete this in like 5 hours this is the most unhinged i've been in a non-draft post in like; at least a few minutes
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kim mingyuâs (unhelpful) guide to losing your virginity
â youâre telling me that you, Miss Dick Repellent, had sex with Captain Chastity By Choice over here. â
PAIRING ⸠kim mingyu x fem!reader
GENRES ⸠smut, fluff, humor, college au, best friends to lovers au, friends with benefits au
WARNINGS ⸠profanity, alcohol consumption, rated m for mingyu, slow burn, he fell first but she fell harder but then he tripped and ate shit, probably the most self-indulgent thing iâve written, mingyu and mc are both virgins, sexual content, sexual tension, protected and unprotected sex (i would not advise doing the latter), lots of teasing and banter, oral (f. and m. receiving), fingering, wall sex, couch sex, public sex, mingyu discovers what pasties are, soonyoung orders 20 connect fours, they are avid enjoyers of the barbie movies
SUMMARY ⸠after accidentally telling your friends that kim mingyu took your virginity (he didn't), youâre shocked when he proposes to relieve you of the fabled v-card for good (he does).
PLAYLIST ⸠perfect by one direction ⢠spell by niki ⢠fatal flaw by ellise ⢠give me a kiss by lolo zouaï ⢠step? by bibi
WORD COUNT ⸠31,273 words
AUTHORâS NOTE ⸠someone (fia) once told me i write too many college aus. i said yeah ur right. and iâm gonna do it again
âBIRDS AND BEES CANNOT PHYSICALLY FUCK.â
You sounded more distressed than informative while you were trying to reason with your longtime best friend, Kim Mingyu. He, on the other hand, appeared visibly worked up over this childish level of argument you two were having.
âIt is a metaphor,â he said. âEveryone knows birds and bees arenât screwing each other up in the trees.â
You still couldnât wrap your head around it. Hours ago, you had fucked yourself over after Kwon Soonyoung had casually brought up the topic of body counts. After everyone in your friend group went around listing theirs (Soonyoung: 3; Jungwoo: 3; Minghao: 2; Vernon: 5), you accidentally blurted out that your body count actually existedâone, to be exact.
This was a problem because, to everyoneâs prior knowledge, you were a virgin.
Sure, you kissed a few guys beforeâmaybe had a few heated makeout sessionsâbut you never really went all the way. Yeah, Mark Lee was coming onto you freshman year, but before he could start sliding his hand down your pants, you nearly screamed and killed the vibe. It was safe to say that Mark never thought about trying to get with you again.
After being barraged with questions about who finally claimed your v-card, you decided to blurt out the one name that felt the safest to you.
And that was Kim Mingyu.
Now, you and Mingyu had been friends for a long time, dating back to your freshman year of college when he wound up being your dorm neighbor. After about a month of Mingyu only knocking on your door to use your printer or air fryer, your relationship finally upgraded to having semi-deep conversations and going to the dining hall together. Eventually, Kim Mingyu became a staple in your lifeâor perhaps more like a pesky gnat you couldnât get rid of.
Either way, since you figured that Mingyu was equally as sexually inexperienced as you were, you felt as though your safest bet was to keep your secret with him. This way, the both of you could finally not be labeled as the friend groupâs token virgins.
To make matters worse, though, you didnât expect your friends to have such a dramatic reaction to the news. They were convinced that you and Mingyu were going at it every night. In reality, he was only coming over to your apartment at the dead of night because his fridge had been broken since September. You made a pact with him that you two would take turns cooking every other day, and today was his turn.
(You secretly looked forward to the days when he would cook. Mingyuâs culinary skills were surprisingly top-notch. You were pretty sure his flavor palate was 250% more refined than the average human, considering he could tell apart regular butter from I Canât Believe Itâs Not Butter.)
So, while Mingyu was frying salmon, you were bombarding him with questions about sex. After all, if you were now living your life as a self-proclaimed non-virgin, then you had to educate yourself on the birds and the bees.
That was where the argument arose because what the fuck did the birds and the bees have to do with anything?
âSo why do they use the birds and the bees?â you asked. âWhy donât they use, like, the butterflies and the bees? You know, pollination? I feel like that makes more sense.â
âItâs âcause birds hatch eggs, which is supposed to symbolize, like, female ovulation,â Mingyu explained, âand bees pollinating flowers is for male fertilization.â
You leaned back in your seat, absolutely mind-blown. Mingyu took your silence as understanding and turned on you, pointing his large cooking tongs in your direction.
âYouâre way too innocent to be telling everyone we slept together,â he said. âIâd start watching porn or something, âcause asking me about the symbolism of the birds and bees isnât gonna cut it. Thatâs middle school behavior, Y/N.â
Your cheeks heated up with embarrassment. âIâm not innocent! I know how sex works; I just donât understand how you like⌠you know, do the deed.â
Mingyu snorted. âYou canât even say it properly!â
âCan to!â you fired back before folding your arms across your chest. âI just choose not to because of my Miranda Rights. You know, my right to remain silent and all that.â
âI donât think that applies here.â
âIt can.â
âYeah, okay. But not when Soonyoung asked about your body count?â
âYouâre not still upset about me telling the group we slept together, right? I swear it was a totalââ
âOf course Iâm upset, Y/N,â he interjected. âI wanted my first time to be my first time, and you just told everyone we fucked like it was nothing.â
Yeah, it was safe to say that the tension between you and Mingyu had been growing for a while. You two still hung out as usual, but he would sometimes drop passive-aggressive comments about your fuck-up that would make you feel miserable for the rest of the day. There wasnât anything you could do but apologize, especially when Mingyu insisted that you two keep up the farce so that your friends wouldnât get on your back for being a liar.
You could tell he caredâdeep, deep downâabout how this would affect you. Honestly, he was too good for you.
âAnyway, we canât do anything about it now, so letâs drop it.â He sighed, and the only sounds you could hear for a moment were the fan running and the salmon sizzling on the pan. You waited until Mingyu started plating the food. âDinnerâs ready.â
For a few minutes, you two ate in utter silence. The only sounds in the room were the occasional scraping noises of fork against plate.
Mingyu decided to speak up. âI submitted one of the pictures I took to an art gallery.â
âOh, really? The sunset ones you took when you went camping with Jungwoo?â you asked.
âYeah, a few of the ones I developed looked really good, so he suggested I try sending them in. They havenât reached out yet, but Iâm hoping they put it up for their exhibition.â
âThatâs sick. Iâll go see it with you if they put your work up.â
You two relapsed into silence after Mingyu hummed appreciatively. He was back to chewing his thoughts away while you wanted to crawl in a hole and die.
âI fucked up, Gyu,â you admitted. âI really fucked up. Iâm sorry.â
He smiled one of those lopsided, easygoing grins that could put anyone at ease. Yet, you still felt disheartened that he knew exactly what you were referring to.
âItâs whatever. At least you saved us from being asked if weâre still virgins.â
âI feel like Iâm living a lie,â you grumbled. âItâs been eating at me for the past week. I might just fess up to Soonyoung.â
âYou do know heâs gonna get mad at you for lying about something so petty.â
âBut itâs even worse if he finds out later on!â
Mingyu just hummed in response, brows knitted together like he was pondering over something.
âYeah, I guess,â was all he said, ending the discourse as he set your plate of food down in front of you on the dining table. You poked at the delectable salmon with your fork. âDonât worry about what Soonyoung thinks. Sex isnât something you can just jump into if youâre not ready.â
âBut I am ready,â you complained between mouthfuls of food. âEvery time Iâm in the mood, I get so close and then chicken out. Maybe Iâm just not doing it with the right person.â
âThat would also be an important factor.â
You shook your head to dismiss the topic. âWhatever. Maybe they wonât bother us about it now that they think the deedâs done.â
âMaybe,â Mingyu echoed, although clear uncertainty hung in those syllables.
Once, in high school, you lied to your P.E. teacher about being on your period so that you wouldnât have to participate in swimming for a week. On another occasion, you lied to your parents about going to your friendâs house to work on a group project so that you could actually drink alcohol for the first time.
Lying to Kwon Soonyoung was a whole other realm of difficulty.
It had been less than a day since you and Mingyu brushed off your lie that blew out of proportion. You were stupid to think that it wouldnât haunt you further because Minghao wore a simpering smile on his face as soon as he saw you and Mingyu walk into the library together.
As soon as you two took your seats at your friend groupâs respective table, Soonyoung and Jungwoo immediately started hounding you with more questions. Mingyu was clearly irritatedâwhether that was because he didnât want the topic brought up again or he didnât appreciate Soonyoung getting distracted from their little app developing session, you had no idea. They must have been excited now that they had both of their targets to harass.
âYou are never willing to put out,â your bewildered friend rambled, âand youâre telling me that you, Miss Dick Repellent, had sex with Captain Chastity By Choice over here.â
âWow,â Mingyu spoke up. âThat was, like, the worst possible way to phrase that.â
You frowned. âDick repellent?â
âCâmon, everyone here knows about the whole Mark-gate incident.â
You rolled your eyes. âLook, whatever went down between Mingyu and I just⌠happened. I have nothing else to say on the matter.â
âYou know what just happens?â Vernon Chwe, who normally kept his two cents to himself, decided to blurt out. âLosing your passport. Thatâs the kind of thing that just happens.â The sour tone his voice took on indicated that he was still bitter about showing up at the airport with Boo Seungkwan for his Italy trip last summer without his passport. âBut sex? That doesnât just happen. Itâs a process.â
âUnless you were under the influence,â Minghao added. Then, he turned to you and Mingyu with curious eyes. âWere you drunk? High? Coked out?â
Obviously, you and Mingyu werenât smart enough to cover all the bases of your lie, so neither of you planned out a story beforehand. Taken by surprise, he ended up stuttering, âN-no?â
âSo it didnât just happen,â Jungwoo said with a grin. âYou two knew what you were doing.â
âI think you guys are making this way deeper than it actually is,â you replied. âWe were just horny and things ended up going that way. Thatâs all there is to it.â
Minghao snickered. âI donât believe that for one second.â
âWell, you should,â you started, voice rising along with your temper, âbecause Mingyuâs hot, and itâs perfectly normal for a young woman to want to have sex with someone who looks like a walking wet dream!â
Your table fell silent, and you suddenly wished you had dramatically stormed away after your (loud) confession. There was nothing subtle about the judgment and concern in everyoneâs eyes, but most importantly, you were horrified to see Mingyuâs equally horrified reaction to your outburst.
âWalking wet dream,â Soonyoung parroted in a quieter voice, amusement tugging at his lips. âIâm gonna make that his contact name now.â
Jungwoo shrugged. âWell, I guess it checks out. Mingyu did say he found Y/N cute for a while.â
Your cheeks burned. He found you cute?
Mingyu, who was now blushing tomato red, covered his face with his hands and groaned. If you werenât so mortified about embarrassing yourself and Mingyu in front of your entire friend group earlier, then you might have found him a little adorable.
So, you fucked up. Again.
You played out your conversation with your friends about five different times, thinking of various outcomes that could have taken place instead. If you didnât blurt out the first thing that came to your head on impulse, then maybe you wouldnât have dug a deeper hole for yourself.
Plus, you had to deal with Mingyu now.
Jungwooâs words kept parroting in your head like a broken record. Cute. What did that mean, anyway? Squirrels were cute, and you were hoping you had enough sex appeal to not be put on the same tier as squirrels.
Of course, you ended up leaving the library after mumbling some excuse about having to attend a professorâs office hours. Although that was a complete lie, your friends seemed to buy it. You thought you were off the hook until you received a text from your friend.
mingyu: can we talk later?
You didnât know what to think. If this lie of yours ended up breaking your friendship with Mingyu for good, you werenât sure if you would ever be able to forgive yourself. So, you settled for curling up on your couch and spooning ice cream into your mouth until the pain subsided.
It was nearly midnight when the knock came at your door.
When you opened it, the very man you didnât want to see was standing big and tall. You were tempted to close the door on Mingyu, but there was no point in pushing him away even more.
âI forgot to reply to your text,â you said.
âI know.â Mingyu looked you up and down, which you couldnât help but blush at, but you figured he was just eyeing your Hello Kitty pajamas. âCan I come in?â
You opened the door wider, allowing him to step inside. âAre you here to yell at me?â
âNo, although I should after what you pulled,â he teased, and you were grateful that he sounded lighthearted again. The tension was still thick, though, and you were certain it was because of the indirect confessions of attraction you both let slip. âIâm here to make a proposal.â
âWhat is it?â
Mingyu shrugged off his jacket, revealing his toned, muscular arms. You wondered just how much work he put into bulking up at the gym, and then your thoughts started to drift elsewhere. Thinking about how buff his chest was, thinking about how broad his shoulders were, thinking about howâ
âA solution to both of our problems,â Mingyu interrupted your thoughts as he took a seat on your couch. He pointed at the bowl of ice cream you left on a cushion. âIs this cookies and cream?â
âYeah, you can have some.â You took a seat next to him and inquired, âSo⌠explain.â
âOkay, uh, wellâŚâ He trailed off, trying some of the ice cream after fiddling with the spoon for minutes. âHey, this is really good ice cream.â
You gently pushed his spoon down before he could scoop more into his mouth. âGyu, get to the point already.â
âI never noticed your coffee table was such a nice shade of brown.â
âMingyu.â
âCould this be mahogany?â
âMingyu.â
âAlright, alright.â He sighed, turning his head down ever-so-slightly. You were a little terrified that he was going to go on a spiel about ending the friendship, but then he said, âWeâre both in predicaments. Our friends wonât leave us alone about the sex thing and youâre still heated about being a virgin. I mean, Iâm also tired of my partner being my right hand, so likeâŚâ
Oh god. Mingyu was going to ask you to have sex. Kim Mingyu was about to get in your pants right now.
And were you against it? Not at all. The only thing that worried you was that you werenât sure if you were readyâfor sex and potentially blurring the lines of friendship between you and Mingyu.
âSo, what are you getting at?â you asked, trying to play off your unnaturally high-pitched voice with a cough.
âWell, after that uncomfortable conversation earlier, I was just thinking⌠I clearly find you attractive and you find me attractive,â he said, and when he ducked his head a little, you could see the tips of his ears flaming red. âIâm saying Iâm down for you to be my first.â
You willed yourself not to stammer over your words as you said, âI thought you wanted your first time to be special.â
âI do,â he mumbled. âThatâs why I started thinking about it seriously after you called me aââ
âYou donât have to repeat it,â you cut him off quickly, your face feeling hot again. âBut yeah, Iâve always thought you were hotâum, objectively. I didnât think you thought the same about me, though.â
âYeah, I do,â he replied shyly, âbut I also know youâve tried to have sex multiple times and back out whenever you get close.â Before you could respond, Mingyu pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and set it down between you two. âThatâs why I made this.â
You eyed the paper curiously, glancing at Mingyu for his approval to go ahead and open it. When he gestured for you to do so, you picked it up and unfolded it.
(EX) VIRGIN CONTRACT
Both parties may request whatever they want to try
Either party may approve or deny the otherâs request
The contract ends at either partyâs request
The friendship must not be ruined, and if the friendship is ever in danger of being ruined, the contract will be terminated.
âI figured it would be less intimidating with you since we both have no idea whatâs going on,â Mingyu continued. âThis way we can explore whatever we want without judgment.â
(Mingyu would never admit it to you, but part of him was eager to see you underneath him with that shy expression of yours melting away into pure, unadulterated lust. And you would never admit that you wouldnât exactly hate that.)
âIâm not gonna lie,â you started, âI think we would be bullied even more for this.â
âThatâs the unspoken rule number five,â he explained. âWe keep whatever this is between ourselves. I know you struggle in that area, butââ
âOh, shut up.â You couldnât help but giggle as you set the paper down. âI donât knowâŚâ
âTake your time to think it over.â
âActually, Iâve made up my mind. Letâs do it.â
Mingyu did a double take, his features curiously pulling together. âUm, I meant that you could take a few days. Not milliseconds.â
There was a reason as to why you caved quickly. Your thoughts had been running at a billion miles per hour for the entirety of your conversation with Mingyu. You were confident that your decision was well-calculated.
Did you want to fuck Mingyu? Yes.
Were you terrified of possibly ruining your friendship? Absolutely.
However, considering the conversation had already happened, the course of your friendship had drastically changed already. The only thing even more potentially damaging than bringing physical intimacy into the relationship was rejecting this offer. If you turned Mingyu down now, your interactions with him would soon fizzle into awkward, cordial small talk.
âHey, I think itâd be fun,â you decided to say instead of giving him the rundown of your internal crisis.
âReally? Youâre sure?â
âI wouldnât agree to it if I wasnât. I mean, itâs a big proposal.â
He gave you one of his lopsided smiles. âRight. I didnât wanna rush into it or anything, but I think we should talk about it more when youâre ready.â Mingyu picked up the remote and handed it to you. âSo, wanna get back to our Barbie marathon? Weâre on Fairytopia, right?â
âYeah,â you agreed, taking the remote from him with a touch of disappointment settling into your bones. Part of you was hoping he would get to it right away. âYeah, we can talk about it later.â
You two did not talk about it.
It had been approximately six days and Mingyu had not reached out once about your contract. You were starting to think that you should have added some sort of clause about response time because the silence was killing you.
The next time you saw him was at a Kappa Sigma party. Soonyoung and Jungwoo always extended an invite to you, which was nice because that meant you could walk right in without being checked out and approved by some frat brother. You would normally drag Shin Ryujin along with you, but she insisted that she wouldnât be able to wake up for her midterm if she went out to drink. Thus, you figured you wouldnât show up, but after seeing Mingyu in the background of Minghaoâs Snapchat story (which was a video of Vernon snorting a line off some girlâs stomach), you got your ass out of bed and threw your sluttiest top on.
Thirty minutes later, there you were, listening to Lee Chan ramble inside of the Kappa Sigma house. Ten feet from your target: Kim Mingyu.
âI got scammed, Y/N,â the frat brother, who was deep in five beers and four vodka shots, ranted to you while occasionally slurring his words. âSoonyoung ropes me into joining for friends, but I already knew all the people in the frat, anyway!â He paused to take another swig of his beer. âZero benefits! Zero!â
Although you enjoyed Chanâs company, you were really trying to get Mingyuâs attention. Since walking in and waiting for him to approach you didnât work, you were going to have to march up to him directly. Unfortunately, the drunk freshman in front of you was not helping one bit.
âThat blows,â you replied sympathetically, âbut at least you get to party, and you donât have to worry about finding housing.â
Chan scoffed. âYeah, if Iâm not a sober monitor, then I just get alcohol poisoning. I can never win.â
For the next thirty minutes, you ended up listening to Chan drone on about how the world was against him. Eventually, he started to realize that he didnât have it all that bad, and then he passed out after you helped him to the couch. You gave up on trying to get Mingyuâs attention; all of your attempts had been in vain, and you didnât want to embarrass yourself.
After talking to Vernon briefly, though, you found the opportunity to strike. Jungwoo announced a game of rage cage, so you were going to expertly place yourself next to Mingyu. Since everyone else would be focused on the game, you would use that chance to invite him to talk privately later.
Your plan was going smoothly until you stood next to Mingyu and realized he was a shot away from blacking out.
âYou look like youâve been through the trenches and back,â you said.
âCanât tell where the floor is.â
âUnder your feet.â
âWow, youâre right.â
He was most definitely not in the right headspace to have a conversation about the contractâor to have any conversation, really.
âIâve been wondering if youâd show up,â he continued. âI wanted to see you.â
Curse your heart for fluttering pathetically.
âYou did?â you asked.
There was no time for Mingyu to respond because everyone around the table started screaming at you. When you turned your attention back to the game, you realized the red solo cup was in front of you and Vernon was about to stack you.
âCareful, Y/N, Vernonâs been on a roll,â Minghao taunted, eyes lit up with amusement as he watched you fumble with the ping pong ball.
âI have,â Vernon confirmed. From across the table, he smirked at Joshua Hong, who you figured was his victim from the last game. Â
Your lips curled up in a lazy grin. âYeah? Letâs see if you can stack me even once.â
So, you lost. Miserably.
Vernon was on a roll, and you formally apologized for ever doubting him. (You apologized after getting stacked for a third time, but Vernon didnât ease up on you. He was a ruthless killing machine.)
On top of the six times you got stacked, you also ended up being the unfortunate bitch cup receiver. You downed it without too many complaints; you were past the point of scowling through your drinks. It would have been less pathetic if you hadnât talked yourself up so much.
On the bright side, you and Mingyu had gotten so drunk that Soonyoung ushered you two into his room to sober up. Since Chan had already thrown up on the couch, your friend decided that it was better to make sure you were in close proximity to a toilet.
Soonyoung instructed, âRemember, if you feel like throwing up, make sure you go to theâoh my god, Chan, keep your clothes on!â
He groaned and slammed the door shut so that he could chase after his intoxicated friend. You were just thankful that you werenât that drunk. The room was starting to spin, however, so you were dreading waking up with a headache in the morning.
âYou were terrible today,â Mingyu mumbled. His shoulder brushed against yours, and you ended up leaning against him. âBut Iâm glad you sucked ass.â
Your lips curled in distaste. âWhat the hell?â
âI only got stacked once thanks to your god-awful performance.â He let his head hang so that he could suck in a sharp breath. âWow, I feel like shit.â
âYouâre such a bitch,â you complained. âI was gonna ask you something serious, too!â
âOh, really? What is it?â
âWell, Iâm not gonna tell you now!â
You almost stammered at the end of your sentence when you saw Mingyuâs puppy eyes on full display. Despite the pleading look on his face, you couldnât help but notice the way the stray rays of sunlight that poured into Soonyoungâs room were catching onto Mingyuâs honeyed skin. It made his dark brown eyes look like melted amber.
You werenât sure if it was the alcohol making you feel hot or if the humidity was created by the drunk college students packed into the house like sardines, but Soonyoungâs room felt balmy. Your shirt clung to the sweat beading your back, but all you could think about was how close you and Mingyu were.
It seemed as though he was thinking the same thing. âWe should open a window or something.â
âItâs so hot,â you whined. âFeels like a sauna in here.â
âI know. Soonyoung never opens the windows, even though thereâs no air conditioning in here.â
âHe should invest in a fan.â
âYeah, thatâs why I like your place. You have a nice cooling system.â
You laughed. Mostly because you had very different intentions for this conversation, and here Mingyu was, talking about your air conditioning.
You were sobering up, but you still felt drunk off Mingyuâs attention.
Like he was sharing a secret, your best friend leaned in close to your ear while trying to suppress a giggle. âShould we get out of here?â
âAnd go where?â
âYour place. Duh.â
âI donât know if I can even walk downstairs,â you mumbled, suddenly afraid that he was going to think you were a bore.
âI can,â Mingyu said, and before you knew it, he was kneeling down with his back facing you and his arms reaching back. You just stared at him for a moment before he shot you back a questioning look. âWhatâre you waiting for? Get on.â
You sort of let your body fall against his, but Mingyu helped you regain your balance almost immediately. He gripped your thighs firmly while you looped your arms around his neck. When he stood up, you almost gasped upon realizing how high up you were. It was in that moment when you were suddenly hyper-aware of how massive he was, how strong his back muscles were, andâ
He yelped. âBug!â
âhow this man was terrified of everything under the sun.
If you had Mingyuâs height, you wouldnât let anything stop you. But here he was, cowering even as he towered over the tiny spider that was crawling across the floor.
âYou have got to be kidding,â you deadpanned. âYou can so easily step over it.â
âThey jump.â
âName one instance where a spiderâs ever jumped on you.â
He stiffened. âUh, never. But thatâs because I avoid them at all costs.â
Eventually, with some persuasion and promises of ice cream at home, Mingyu did manage to step over the beast, which was a common house spider. Kim Mingyu struck gold in the gene pool lottery. It was only fair that he had some stupid-sounding fatal flaw.
You whispered instructions on how to sneak past the crowd and giggled into his ear while he tried to creep downstairs and walk out the front door. Thankfully, the house was so packed that hardly anyone noticed you and Mingyu leaving. Only a few guys outside greeted him, but they were simultaneously puking their guts out.
âWhy didnât you tell me you were going to the party?â you asked as your chin rested on his shoulder. You were genuinely curious because Mingyu always invited you if there was a party. âI only found out when I saw Minghaoâs story.â
âUh⌠I was about to text you, but then Soonyoung wouldnât shut up with the teasing and I didnât wanna make you uncomfortable if you showed up,â he admitted, and, from where you were, you could see the tip of his ear turning pink. âBut I was hoping youâd come on your own.â
You tightened your grip on him. âI wouldnât have felt uncomfortable.â
There was silence for a while between you two, and you felt like the balmy night air was thick with undiscussed feelings. A topic that you and Mingyu were mindful about skirting around, even when the aftereffects of liquid confidence still coursed through your blood. You could hardly even realize it yourself.
Your chin rested on his shoulder. Mingyu had given you piggyback rides beforeâback when you two were freshmen and still a little shy around each other. The first time was when you ended up twisting your ankle during a Halloweekend party, resulting in Mingyu offering to carry you back to your dorm. You hadnât had many guy friends before college, so the thought of casual physical contact with a man was strange to you back then.
Everything slowly started to feel natural between you and Mingyu. Now, it was as if someone took a hammer and smashed your perception to pieces. The air was suddenly stifling and you were overly-conscious about how Mingyuâs chest swelled whenever you adjusted your hold on him.
He set you down once he reached the front door of your building. You had mostly sobered up by now, though you were certain you would lose your footing if you took the stairs instead of the elevator.
By the time you two had reached your door, you were already going off on some tangent about how you technically had more sexual experience than Mingyu, despite your total confusion over the actual mechanics of intercourse.
He kicked off his shoes before walking into your living room. âI think youâre underestimating me. Just because Iâm saving my first time doesnât mean I have zero experience whatsoever.â
âSaving it for me,â you teased.
âGod,â Mingyu hissed, pinching the bridge of his nose as if your words were truly headache-inducing (but it was mostly to hide his blush). âI never shouldâve told you that.â
âHey, you canât take it back now.â A giggle bubbled from your lips. âYou think Iâm cute.â
âI didnât say cute.â
âIâm repeating exactly what Jungwoo told me.â
âNo, he downplayed it for you. I told himââMingyu had turned to you fully, placing his hands on your shoulders and letting them slide down to your forearmsââthat youâreâŚâ It was as if he snapped out of some sort of trance, shaking his head to stop himself from rambling. âNever mind. Forget what I said.â
âWhat?!â you exclaimed, pushing at his chest. Hard. âYou canât just say that and back out!â
He winced, shooting you those puppy dog eyes that always made you melt. âIâll tell you one day.â
âAnd that day better be today, âcauseââ
âOne day,â he repeated. âItâs too late now. We have a busy day tomorrow.â Mingyu squeezed your forearms gently before letting go and fishing out his phone and keys from his pockets. âIâll take the couch.â
âWhoa, hold on. What do we have tomorrow?â
The corner of his lip raised in amusement, nearly going unnoticed. âWe have that contract to get to, donât we?â
Obviously, you werenât able to get any sleep when Mingyuâs words kept sending butterflies to your stomach.
It took an hour of tossing and turning for you to finally get some sleep. That smirk of his kept replaying in your head, flashing behind your eyes over and over again until you forced yourself to blink the image away.
When you woke up in the morning, it was because Mingyu gently tapped your shoulder until you stirred. Since it was a Saturday, you were hoping to sleep in, although the sunlight making Mingyuâs tanned skin glow under its rays was a pleasant sight to wake to.
He grinned, flashing his brilliant white teeth. âMorning.â
âGood morning.â You yawned. âWas the couch comfy?â
âYeah, I fucking love your couch,â he said, âbut it did get a little lonely out there.â
Your chest seized for a moment. Was that an invitation? Or was he suggesting that you could have joined him? Not to mention you could detect the faintest trace of longing in his eyes.
It was too early in the morning for you to think straight, though, so all you could do was that breathy laugh of yoursâthe one that always sounded frazzled and nervous. Laugh and change the topic.
âSo, whyâre you up so early?â
âI gotta meet up with Jeonghan real quick, but Iâll drop by later,â he explained. âForgot I agreed to go to the gym today.â
You remembered Jeonghanâthe cute senior from Kappa Sigma that always brought a different girl to their parties. You had spoken to him once or twice after Soonyoung introduced you. It was all small talk, though, nothing of significance. The only distinct memory you had of Jeonghan was how Soonyoung sent him home in an Uber during one party he was blacking out at last year only for Jeonghan to take that Uber right back to the party.
âAlright,â you mumbled, voice still thick with sleep. âYou can take the spare key.â
âSay less.â
After Mingyu left and you stretched in your bed for a while, your phone went off with several texts from Minghao. Some of them were from last night, but you had passed out by the time he started sending them.
hao: dude where are you hao: AND WHEREâS MINGYU hao: weâre about to uber back soon hao: soonyoung said he left u guys in his room and now ur both missing?? hao: wait jk i forgot i have ur locations hao: BRUH hao: oh my god hao: u gmfu hao: psa i will be extremely annoying until you spill everything
hao: GOOD MORNING hao: RISE AND SHINE hao: now spill
y/n: good morning. y/n: dot dot dot
hao: bitch hao: i'm onto you
y/n: đ y/n: wanna get breakfast? y/n: we can go to that new açai bowl place that opened up near campus y/n: i can spill then
hao: sure iâll pick you up in 10
The açai bowl place was unfortunately mediocre.
You were not impressed with the range of toppings and neither was Minghao. You two ended up settling for your regular orders with several inclusions left out. To top it off, the bowls were insanely overpriced, leaving you and Minghao thoroughly unsatisfied.
You sat at one of the tables with him, scooping granola into your mouth as you listened to him talk about his experience at the party. Apparently, Vernon started to black out as soon as they made him do a keg stand, so Minghao and Jungwoo took the liberty of taking him home and tucking him in bed. Soonyoung was scrambling around the house because the party had gotten so out-of-hand that one of the neighbors called the cops on them.
You ended up explaining how you and Mingyu ended up going home, fighting down the heat spreading across your face whenever Minghao would shoot you a knowing look. It was as if he was saying, Oh, man, you two are practically already dating.
âYeah, and about that,â he started and cleared his throat, âyou two are still virgins, right?â
Your jaw went slack for a moment, and all you could do was stare at your friend until he let out a questioning hum.
âWhat?â Minghao continued. âOkay, I havenât told the others about what I noticed or anything. I just picked up on it last night.â
You frowned before asking, âYou picked up on⌠my v-card?â
âNo.â He scoffed. âI picked up on the way you and Mingyu were acting around each other. If you guys actually had sex, thereâs no reason for you to act all shy whenever Mingyu comes near you. So, I concluded that either you two havenât fucked or you caught feelings for him.â
You swallowed hard. For the most part, Minghao had pieced it together perfectly, but you were unsure about his last presumption.
First of all, you had zero idea that you were acting shy in front of Mingyu last night. Sure, there were moments where you felt like your heart dropped to your stomach, but you didnât think it was noticeable enough for other people to pick up on it.
Second of all, you were pretty sure you were just caught up in the excitement of potentially having sex with Mingyu. Minghao was probably mistaking your anticipation for an emotion too complex for you to feel for your best friend.
Lastly, he caught your virgin self red-handed. Since you still hadnât established a proper story with Mingyu yet, there was no way you could defend yourself now. Not when you were blanking on excuses.
âH-huh?â
âYou were still acting like Little Miss Iâve Never Felt The Touch Of A Man, is what Iâm saying.â
You frowned. Okay, rude.
âFine. You got me,â you replied, sighing in defeat. âWeâre both still virgins. I really fucked up when I started running my mouth in front of you guys.â
Minghao almost seemed alarmed for a moment, but his expression relaxed. Slowly, his smile tugged into a proper laugh. It wasnât enough to wipe the mortified expression off your face, though; in fact, you felt even more humiliated.
âI knew it,â he said. âI knew there was something fishy about your story!â
âPlease donât tell the others,â you begged. âSoonyoungâs gonna hate me if he finds out I lied to him.â
Kwon Soonyoung was especially sensitive about lying. Most people were, of course, but Soonyoung prioritized trust in his relationships, whether they were platonic or romantic. Once, when he found out his ex-girlfriend lied about where she would go on Friday nights, he broke up with her a week later.
You werenât sure how he would react to your lie, but you werenât enthusiastic about finding out.
âYouâre gonna tell him eventually, though, right?â
You sighed. âI know I have to eventually. I just have to find the right timing. Things got complicated between Mingyu and I, so Iâm trying to figure that out first.â
Minghao took a sip from his Coca-Cola. âWhat happened between you and Mingyu?â
You swallowed down a mouthful of açai and granola before explaining, âSo, basically, to clear up the lie about Mingyu and I, weâve decided to lose our virginities to each other.â
âYouâre losing your virginity⌠to cover up a lie?â
âNo! I mean, technically yes, but, like, I just thinkââ
âListen,â he interrupted. âI know youâre terrible at math, but letâs put two and two together here.â Despite the offense drawn across your face, he continued, âMingyuâs been saving himself for that âspecial someone,â so obviously, he wouldnât just lose his virginity to anyone.â
âYouâre saying heâs gonna back out?â
âIâm sayingââ Minghao cut himself off and a smile spread across his face. âYou know what, Iâm gonna let you figure that out for yourself. My work here is officially done.â
âWhat?! You canât just say that and give me no context!â
He folded his arms across his chest. âVernon told me not to meddle, so Iâm going to keep my mouth shut until you see it for yourself.â
âSee what for myself?â you asked with an exasperated sigh.
âYouâll see.â
When you got home, Mingyu was already in your house with a large whiteboard in the center of your living room. Before you even opened your mouth to ask where the hell it came from, he explained that he âborrowedâ it from the community room downstairs. (You made a mental note to return it before anyone noticed it missing.)
Your head was still turning after your conversation with Minghao, and you werenât all that great at hiding your expression. As soon as you made eye contact with Mingyu, you could tell he knew something was up.
âDid something happen?â he asked.
âNothing, Iâm fine,â you replied as you shrugged off your jacket. âHow was the gym? Also, why the whiteboard?â
He grinned. Scrawled on the board in blue Expo marker were both of your names as headers for columns. Mingyu handed you a black marker and stood with one hand gripping the top of the board.
âStep one,â he started. âWe write down anything we wanna try, and then we approve or veto the options.â
You uncapped the marker. âAnything?â
âAnything.â
âNo judgment?â
âNo judgment.â
You started writing down whatever desires you had pushed down for years. Albeit short, you figured they covered all the bases. Weeks ago, you wouldnât have dreamed of admitting any of them to Mingyu; now that your relationship with him took a turn, however, it wasnât so hard to reveal them.
Next to you, Mingyu was shamelessly jotting sex positions down like he had them memorized. You peeked at his list out of the corner of your eye and nearly did a spit take. The first one on your list was kissing, but Mingyu had started off with anal.
Although he agreed to zero judgment, you were finding it hard to feel the same way.
Once you two were done, you stepped back to look at the whiteboard with its two complete lists side-by-side. Mingyuâs list was considerably longer than yours, but you stood by your own. You felt as though yours was more natural, more gradual.
Y/N
Kissing
Neck kissing
Touching
Penetrative sex
MINGYU
Anal
69
Cowgirl
Wall sex
Public sex
Phone sex
It had come to your attention that Mingyu, like every other man, was incredibly horny.
You had been worrying about the act of sex itself for ages, and your best friend was suggesting something far beyond your capabilities? You werenât even considering doing anal in the next ten years, let alone for the sake of your contract.
Mingyu snorted. âKissing.â
âYou said no judgment!â
âI thought it was cute, thatâs all,â he said, holding his hands up in surrender.
âAnyway, anal?â You scoffed. âI donât know if your list is exactly beginner level.â
âWell, thatâll just make you an expert by the end of this, wonât it?â
You couldnât stop your cheeks from heating up. âOkay, how about we start with my much more reasonable list, and then we can get to your scary, intimidating one once we actually, um⌠do the deed.â
âYou have seriously got to start just saying sex.â
âShut up.â
Mingyuâs smirk was not helping your blush one bit, so you just pretended the embarrassing warmth spreading across your chest didnât exist. Instead, you grabbed the whiteboard eraser to wipe off the ink from the word anal.
Your best friend slash fuckbuddy let out a petulant whine, so you smacked his bicep.
âI approve of the others for now,â you started shyly, âbut we start yours after my list is finished. Do you have anything from mine that you donât approve of?â
The question wasnât very sensible, considering all of your list was a prerequisite for more than half of Mingyuâs list. However, after your conversation with Minghao, you were still unsure if Mingyu actually wanted to go all the way with you.
âNope,â he answered, smiling at you with questioning eyes as if his answer had already been clear as day. âYour list is pretty tame, yâknow? Not that itâs a problem or anything.â
Before you could answer, he sucked in a sharp breath and looked over at the board again. âActually, maybe we should get rid of your first one. It might mess with, uh, rule four.â
Ah, the fourth rule: The friendship must not be ruined, and if the friendship was ever in danger of being ruined, the contract would be terminated.
You were devastated that it had come back to bite you in the ass.
In an attempt to veil your disappointment, you shrugged and turned your head away so that your best friend wouldnât see the rejection clouding your eyes.
âIâm just curious, but whyâre you against kissing?â you asked. âI mean, I just feel like itâll be awkward if we donât.â
âYou know, itâs the whole neurotransmitters and dopamine rush thing, Y/N,â he explained. If you werenât feeling so miserable about your best friend turning you down, then you probably would have giggled at his random neuroscience tidbit. âItâs such an emotional act.â
Part of you understood Mingyuâs reasoning behind avoiding kissing. If you were so affected just by his words and eye contact now, then kissing him would mess with your emotions. You werenât exactly sure if you held kissing at more of a sentimental level as Mingyu did, but you agreed that it intensified intimacy.
Before you were about to hesitantly accept his words, though, Mingyu added, âJudas, in fact, betrayed Jesus with a kiss.â
You couldnât believe those words came out of his mouth.
âYeah,â you started, âI donât think these situations are comparable.â
After gingerly prying the whiteboard eraser from your fingers, Mingyu crossed out âkissingâ from your column. The dried ink from the dry erase marker streaked across the board, leaving fragments of ink scattered about that he didnât bother wiping off. (You were a little distracted by the little zap of electricity that coursed through your veins after his fingers brushed against yours.)
Without missing a beat, Mingyu asked, âYou donât have, like, crabs or anything, right?â
âYouâre accusing me of having pubic lice?â
âWell, when you put it like that,â he mumbled, âI guess it sort of sounds like I am. I mean, I donât actually think you have crabs! I justâyou know⌠itâs good to ask.â
âNo, Mingyu, I donât have crabs.â
âGood, good.â His voice trailed off awkwardly and he leaned against the frame of the whiteboard. His unrelaxed mannerisms were making you feel nervous. âThatâs always good.â
âDo you have crabs?â
âI do. Her nameâs Clawdia, but with a w, like claw.â
âMingyu,â you warned.
âIâm kidding.â He held his hands up in defense. âNo crabs here. Except Clawdia, but she belongs to Wonwoo.â
You rolled your eyes. Mingyuâs roommate since freshman year, Jeon Wonwoo, was someone you surprisingly didnât have a lot of interactions with despite him and Mingyu being best friends. Whenever you went over to Mingyuâs place, Wonwoo was normally locked up in his room, either studying or gaming away.
Apparently, he also owned a crab.
âAlright, so,â you started in a small voice, âwhen do we start?â
His eye contact was galvanizing, sending little currents shooting up your spine. For a moment, you felt like you couldnât breathe. All you could think about was how brown Mingyuâs eyes were and how they swallowed you whole whenever his gaze set on you.
Normally, you could see glimmers of sunlight dancing across his irises. Now, the look in his eyes was almost ferocious, like two voids that sucked you in.
His lips were pressed together in a thin line, and you almost picked up on the raised pitch of his voice when he proposed, âHow about later?â
âLater sounds perfect.â
Telling white lies became increasingly easier around Kim Mingyu.
Later never came.
You were starting to experience major dĂŠjĂ vu because it was so like Mingyu to chicken out after giving his word. Not one phone call or text to meet up, nor did you two bring it up in day-to-day conversations.
On one particular night, though, Mingyu sent you a semi-suggestive message, asking for permission to come over. Since you figured you would be in for a long night, you made sure to shave and spritzed yourself all over with your favorite Givenchy perfume. To your dismay, Mingyu was quick to mention that he wanted to continue your Barbie movie marathon. You begrudgingly spent your night watching Barbie in the 12 Dancing Princesses.
(And you swore his fingers brushed against yours under the blanket you two shared, but when you glanced up at his face, flickering with the shifting TV light, he pulled his hand back faster than it happened.)
The very moment a Barbie movie would start playing, you knew that absolutely nothing would happen between you and Mingyu. And, even if he tried to initiate anything, you wouldnât reciprocate because there was no fucking way you would taint your wholesome Barbie marathon experience with sexual intercourse.
A week flew by without any follow-up on the contract, but you supposed you were partly to blame, too. There were several times where you could have brought up the topic yourself, but you were just as hesitant as Mingyu. Talking about it was one thing, but acting on your hormones was a feat of its own.
All the waiting and anticipation over Mingyu hopefully making a move was simply making you hornier. It was hard to even think properly whenever you started daydreaming of his lips on top of yours, dragging down your neck, moving down your bodyâ
ââand thatâs why you will be receiving twenty boxes of Connect Fours.â Soonyoung finished, causing you to snap out of whatever fantasy was playing in your head.
You blinked. âExcuse me?â
âI donât really know how to articulate myself better here,â he said. âTwenty boxes of Connectââ
âNo, no, I heard what you said,â you interrupted, âbut why the fuck?â
He waved your question off. âThatâs not important. Whatâs important is that you let me know when you get those twenty boxes.â He flashed you a grin and a thumbs-up when you just nodded, dazed. âThanks. This is why I love you.â
You took a nervous sip from your vanilla milkshake. (Soonyoung worked for the Undergraduate Student Council, which meant you could exploit him for his free dining dollars.)
You couldnât help but feel crushing guilt every time you spoke to Soonyoung, especially when you two were hanging out one-on-one like this. Mingyu had been harping on and on about how it wasnât that big of a deal, but maybe it was because the thought of losing your virginity was such a huge deal to you that you kept brooding over your lie.
And, to make matters worse, all you could think about was Mingyu because you were horny out of your mind. The longer he stayed away from you, the longer you kept thinking about him. You almost wished he hadnât initiated this stupid contract if he wasnât going to follow through with it.
âHey, look, itâs your walking wet dream,â Soonyoung said, and lo and behold, there he was: Kim Mingyu fitted in a sleeveless white shirt and gray sweatpants.
He was walking with Jungwoo, whom you assumed came from the gym, too. Mingyuâs hair was damp and matted to his neck, and his muscles were accentuated by a faint sheen of sweat. They didnât notice you and Soonyoung at first, too occupied with their own conversation, but after Soonyoung hollered from the table you two were sitting at, the two men started looking around until they spotted you.
Maybe you were seeing things, but it was almost like Mingyu seized up at the sight of you.
âY/N!â Jungwoo was looking at you as if a lightbulb just went off in his head. âIâm formally inviting you to join Kappa Sigma in Vegas this weekend.â When you were about to protest, he continued, âApparently, Chanâs date flaked on him last minute, so heâs looking for someone else to go with him.â
You folded your arms across your chest. âSo whatâs the catch?â
âNo catch. You get to go to Vegas for free and hang out with me and Soonyoung.â
âSeriously?â
Soonyoung grinned. âCâmon, itâs Sin City.â
Mingyu scoffed. âWait, this weekend? Isnât that kind of short notice?â
âItâs Vegas, and everythingâs covered. All you have to do is pack a bag or two.â Jungwoo clicked his tongue before patting Mingyuâs chest. âYou wonât mind, right? Yâknow, since you two fucked and all.â
âJungwoo!â you screeched, horrified by his blunt wording.
âWhat? Itâs true.â
Mingyu lowered his gaze. âIt just happened once. No big deal.â
âSee, Mingyu doesnât have any hard feelings,â Soonyoung said, elbowing you gently in an attempt to lighten your mood. âYou have Chanâs number, right? Just shoot him a text when you decide.â
You nodded half-heartedly. Some sort of sick grief pressed against your lungs, snaking its way up your throat and making it hard to breathe. It grew hotter and hotter until you had to swallow it down before any tears started rolling down your cheeks.
âWe gotta get to our next class,â Jungwoo said, jerking a thumb in Mingyuâs direction, âbut just say yes! Think about it: free hotel, free transportation, free drinksâweâve got you covered.â
âYeah,â you muttered, huffy. âMaybe I will.â
You felt stupid. Completely and utterly stupid.
Kim Mingyu, although easy on the eyes, was proving to be quite difficult for your heart.
It wasnât like you two were dating, nor had either of you even kickstarted your friends with benefits relationship, so there was no reason for you to be upset over his words. As many times as you tried to push it down, you kept seeing his twisted expression when he uttered those three words that pricked you like thorns. No big deal.
No big deal that you felt like crying your eyes out over Kim Mingyu, who wasnât even anything to you other than a friend. No big deal that you were curled up on your couch, watching a TV show that you were barely paying attention to, but the noise made you feel less alone. No big deal that you were scooping your cookies and cream ice cream into your mouth, thinking about how it was his favorite flavor.
The stupid part was that Mingyu was just covering up your mess. You two didnât even have sex, and he was just going along with the lie that you came up with. There was no logical reason for you to be mad at him.
And you realized that logic wasnât often involved in matters of the heart, anyway.
A knock came at your door at approximately 9:15 p.m.âright when you were about to take a shower and drag yourself to bed. You figured it was Mingyu before you even opened it because no one else would show up uninvited.
âHey,â he said, taking note of your disheveled appearance with an agonizingly slow sweep of his eyes. An ugly part of your heart wanted to believe he possibly could have been checking you out. âAre you busy right now?â
âI was just doing my assignment, but itâs due tomorrow, so Iâm chilling.â
âSorry, I shouldâve called or texted.â
You shook your head. âNo, itâs all good. Did you need anything?â
You could see him visibly swallow before asking, âCan I come in?â As soon as you opened the door wider, letting Mingyu step through the entry-way, he turned to you and let his shoulders sag. âI feel like I fucked up somehow.â
âYou didnât fuck up,â you said, keeping your back turned to him as you closed and locked your door. Your hand lingered on the door knob for a moment until you pulled away and headed to your living room, hardly sparing Mingyu a glance. âYou were just covering for our lie.â
That clearly wasnât what was plaguing Mingyu, though. Even after you clarified that he hadnât done anything wrong, it still looked like something was bothering him. His eyes were hard and his jaw was jutting out, which was what his face usually set into when he was sulking.
âAre you really going to Vegas?â he asked, then added, âWith Chan?â
You shrugged. âI donât know yet. It sounds fun. I mean, theyâre covering practically everything for me, so I might.â
The reality was that you didnât care if you went to Vegas or not. Sure, you were more interested after finding out that you didnât have to pay for transportation or the hotel. Plus, getting to spend time with Jungwoo and Soonyoung away from your college town sounded like a fun experience.
However, you didnât like the idea of being Chanâs replacement date. You also didnât want him to feel obligated to go with you just because he had no one else to go with. You also didnât know what being his date actually entailed because you didnât want the whole weekend to consist of his frat brothers egging him on to make a move on you.
Like Mingyu said, it was short notice. You were definitely going to feel stressed about making plans for Vegas when it was days away. Not only did you have to pack, but you had to make sure you were all caught up on your schoolwork before you spent your weekend drinking and partying. It didnât help that you werenât even done with your assignments due tomorrow.
Mingyu frowned. âYou do realize itâs this weekend, right? And youâre probably gonna have to skip your Friday classes to make it.â
âYeah, I realize that.â You scoffed. âI donât see why it concerns you, though, considering you and I have both skipped classes before just because we didnât feel like going. Do you not want me to go or something?â
âItâs completely your decision.â
âIf itâs completely my decision, then why are you here? And why are we talking about this?â
He faltered, stammering over words that he couldnât string together before saying, âLook, itâs your choice whether you go or not. Iâm not gonna sit here and tell you I donât want you to go.â
You paused. A stupid jolt of your heart made you ask, âYou donât want me to go?â
âI didnât say that.â
âYou literally just did.â
Mingyu took a moment to replay his own words in his head, his expression morphing from confused to dumbfounded in a matter of seconds. He opened and closed his mouth a few times before letting out a heavy sigh.
âOkay, yeah,â he said, âbut I didnât say that to change your mind or anything.â
âWell, if youâre gonna bring it up, then at least give me a reason to stay,â you said with an exasperated breath, âor else why should I pass up a free trip to Vegas?â
He pulled away quicker than it happened. One minute you were frustrated, and the next you felt Mingyuâs soft lips pressed against yours for a brief moment. Then, you were frustrated again because it was over so soon. You were blinking away your shock as Mingyuâs hair tickled your face before pulling back.
He kissed you.
Kim Mingyu kissed you.
âYou could just stay here,â he murmured in that velvety voice of his, reaching over to card a hand through your hair, brushing that one spot under your ear that made you shudder, âwith me.â
Your eyes followed his movements while the rest of your body was frozen, stunned by the sudden physical contact. Mingyuâs voice grew huskier and his eyes darker, but all you could think about were how big his hands were as his fingers ghosted your collarbone.
His lips tugged up in amusement because from one glance, anyone could tell he had an effect on you. There was no denying the electric current running through your body; it was making it harder and harder for you to resist him.
You wasted no time in pulling him down by his collar and kissed him with earnest longing tucked into the corners of your lips.
He didnât reciprocate until his eyes glazed over with lust, and then Mingyu was grabbing at your waist and pulling you closer. His touch burned, nearly making you flinch underneath the pads of his fingers. If you were being perfectly honest with yourself, there were times where you imagined his lips on yours like thisâa thought that crept into your head whenever you saw girls chatting him up at parties.
In sophomore year, Mingyu had a thing with a girl named Hayoung for a few months. There wasnât a party that would go by without you seeing Mingyu in a corner with her, whispering little secrets that they would laugh at. That was also the year when you became scarily good at hiding your lingering stares. You eventually mastered the art of people-watching without being caught.
And, deep down, you were probably jealous.
And that was probably why you felt like you were in the clouds when Mingyuâs lips were finally on yours.
The two of you were soon engulfed in a cloud of lust once Mingyu nipped at your bottom lip with his sharp canines and slid his tongue into your mouth. You let slip a sound that was something between a whimper and exhale, but it was quickly muffled by Mingyuâs mouth pressing harder against yours, licking into your mouth eagerly. It was as if your lips were molding together in perfect harmony.
It felt as though time melted away, pooling at your feet until you couldnât move one bit. You felt Mingyuâs big hands ravage down your body while yours were looped around his neck. Just when he started tugging at your clothes, he pulled back and sucked in a sharp breath to ground himself.
You did the same, letting your chest rise and fall steadily as you stared up at him with hints of lust in your eyes that hadnât ebbed away just yet.
A few moments of silence passed before Mingyu looked toward the whiteboard that you had moved up against the wall.
âWhy was kissing on your list, anyway?â he pressed. âYouâve already done it before, so itâs not like itâs anything new to you.â You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out. Nothing was making sense in your own head. Mingyu stepped closer to you and let his gaze fall to your lips. âIs there another reason?â
You two were impossibly close. So close that you could smell the cologne wafting off him. Feel the cold metal of his chain against your skin.
You were positive that Mingyu could pick up on the nervous hitch in your breathing. Your stomach knotted tighter and tighter as he towered over you, and your heart bruised against your rib cage with how hard it was beating.
âI guess I just felt like I wanted to kiss you,â you admitted, dropping your voice so low that it was barely audible.
But Mingyu heard it. It was clear by the unmistakable grin that stretched across his face.
Always the gentleman, Mingyu asked, âDoes that mean weâre ready for step two?â
âWhatâs step two?â
âStep two on losing your virginity,â Mingyu announced with a dramatic flourish of his wrist to amplify his theatrical voice, âis to set the mood.â
You were pretty sure you and Mingyu already had a good mood going on until he interrupted to announce that.
âWait, so you were waiting forâŚâ You cut yourself off, shaking your head in disbelief as your eyes focused on his sheepish grin.
âYou have to actually want me so that we can start,â he reasoned. âI canât, like, make you feel good if youâre not into it.â
âBut you knew I was attracted to you. I literally called you a âwalking wet dreamâ in front of all our friends.â
âThatâs different. You finding me hot isnât the same as wanting to kiss me.â
âO-okay,â you stammered, âbut how do I know if you feel the same way or not?â
âWell,â Mingyu started in that low, husky voice of his, setting his hands on your hips after a beat of hesitation and pulling you closer, âI could just show you.â
His breath was hot against your ear, and you felt as if it lulled you into some sort of trance as he pulled you toward him. Closer and closer until he was sitting on your couch and pulling you on top of him. Before you could even straddle Mingyu properly, he started planting kisses up the column of your neck. Each one grew more hungry than the last as he nipped and sucked at your tender skin.
This was not happening.
Well, of course this was supposed to happen, but you hadnât exactly mentally prepared yourself for this very moment. The very moment when you and Mingyu would physically cross the line of friendship.
âThat feel good?â he purred against your skin, the vibrations making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. The fire in his stare made you feel like putty in his hands.
âMmhm,â was all you could muster without falling apart, so you just wrapped your arms around him tighter.
You winced when he bit down on a particularly sensitive patch of your flesh. For a while, Mingyu just sucked and nipped at the side of your neck until he was pulling back and you were whining for more. His thumb brushed against the bluish-black mark he created, and you could only imagine how much concealer you were going to need to cover it up.
His lips attached to your neck again. For a moment, you thought he was going to give you another hickey until his pecks traveled up all the way to kiss a tender spot under your ear, and then you two froze for a few seconds, not knowing how to proceed. Mingyuâs lips tugged into a frown as he looked at you with an inquisitive hum.
His gaze fell to your lips. âShould I justââ
He cut you off with a swift, experimental peck to your lips. A small smile tugged at his lips when he saw how flustered you looked after.
âMingyu,â you said in a small voice, âI thought you said no kissing?â
âI donât care anymore.â
Once again, his lips chased yours until he successfully captured them in a searing kiss. You immediately melted in his hold, and even though part of you was screaming at the other half to stop and think about what you and your best friend were doing, all you cared about was the way Mingyu pulled you closer by the waist, higher onto his lap.
Yet, although you were unbearably horny, you still flinched when Mingyuâs fingers slid under your shirt and sprawled out against your bare midriff.
He froze instantly and then drew his hands back until they were resting on your thighs. You couldnât help but let out a disappointed sigh, curling your hands into fists so that your nails were pressing crescent-shaped indents into your palms.
You shook your head, your breath stuttering in your chest. âIâm sorry. Iâm all good. I just need toââ
âNo, no, donât apologize,â Mingyu said, reaching over to brush your hair out of your face. His other hand stayed on your thigh and gave you a comforting squeeze. âWeâre doing this at your pace, remember? We can stop whenever you want.â
But even though he said the right words to put you at ease, you still couldnât help but feel frustrated with yourself. You just didnât understand why you had that mental block keeping you from going further. The mixture of discontent and irritation painted across your face was clear as day. But you didnât want to feel like an idiot in front of Mingyu, so you uncurled your fists and placed your hands on his chest instead.
âCan we try again tomorrow?â you asked shyly.
A single angry tear slid down your cheek, which Mingyu took notice of and promptly wiped from your face with his thumb.
âOf course.â His eyes were a little wide, like he was momentarily buffering while he was trying to figure out how to comfort you. His eyes darted around the room before they settled on the TV remote you kept neatly on top of a stack of books on the coffee table. âWanna continue our marathon? I think weâre on Island Princess now.â
After you nodded, Mingyu gently helped you off his lap so that you two could watch the movie together. As he toyed with your remote, you couldnât help but glance at his arms, watching his biceps flex under his shirt. You thought about how they were just circled around your body, and you soon wished his touch was back on your skin.
A short while into the movie, Mingyuâs hand found itself on top of your knee, and you bit back a small smile as it stayed there for the rest of the night.
Mingyu spent another night on the couchâaccidentally, because you two fell asleep in the middle of Barbie and the Island Princessâbut, this time, you ended up spending the night right next to him.
Of course, nothing happened other than you tossing and turning a few times due to Mingyuâs snores and prying yourself out of his grip so that you could nestle into your blanket. It was an unfortunate fate that you and Mingyu wound up waking up on opposite sides of the couch.
You kept your eyes screwed shut after you woke up, though, choosing to wallow in your own thoughts for the first ten minutes of your day. You couldnât get over what happened between you and Mingyu last night, and it was making you dread the thought of facing him once you opened your eyes. You were praying that he wouldnât regret what went down.
It made you feel better that he didnât shy away from you during the movie. He even made some light jokes about what you two did, which, at the very least, made you glad that he wasnât having second thoughts.
(âI donât know why they didnât call you Captain Chastity By Choice,â Mingyu blurted out while scooping popcorn into his mouth. âWe already knocked out half your list.â)
âMorning,â he grumbled in that husky morning voice that made your stomach feel like you were free-falling off a cliff. His soft, sleepy eyes gave you a once-over before he said, âI know youâre awake, Y/N.â
You had been peeking at him through barely-open eyes, but you gave up your farce and straightened up to face him properly.
âGood morning,â you greeted back. âSleep well?â
He hummed before leaning in to peck your lipsâa gesture that caught you off-guard because you didnât think he would just start casually kissing you whenever. It felt far too intimate for you to brush it off as hormones acting up. You didnât have the time to ask Mingyu why he did that before he started complaining.
You thought back to the whiteboard where Mingyu crossed out kissing, leaving behind faint traces of dry ink.
âSort of,â he replied with a pout. âYou stole the blanket! I had to curl up in the corner because I was freezing.â
He was rubbing small circles on your thigh with his thumb as he spoke, and you wondered if he knew the effect he had on you.
âBy the way,â he continued, âI have an idea.â
âWhatâs your idea?â
âLetâs not make sex our goal. We can start slow todayâmaybe just foreplay until youâre comfortable with me.â He straightened up and crossed his legs so that he could face you. âNo oneâs taken the time to make you feel comfortable first, right?â
You recalled your list of unsuccessful trysts, starting with good old Mark Lee, who unfortunately became reduced to an inside joke in your friend group. After that, you were only intimate with two other men in your college years.
One was Choi Yeonjun, who you stopped while he was in the middle of stripping down so that you could make your escape. He was hot and all, but your nerves caught up to you by the time his tongue was down your throat. The other was Lee Minho, who was an absolute sweetheart, but you ended up calling an Uber to take you home after you saw his (somewhat intimidating) hard-on.
They were quite embarrassing recollections.
âYouâre gonna spend the whole day making me feel comfortable?â you asked, and there was a hopeful gleam in your eyes that made Mingyu feel like he was a supernova among stars.
âIf thatâs what it takes.â
You had to appreciate Mingyuâs commitment.
After making pancakes for you and showing you Reddit stories on TikTok as you ate (which you also spent nearly an hour dissecting afterward), he got right to pulling you onto his lap and tracing a path up and down your forearms. Of course, he let you keep scrolling through his TikTok because you had gotten so immersed in the Reddit stories. Mingyu offered commentary as you two listened to each one under your new favorite profile of the hour.
âHer boyfriend invited another girl to his team dinner?â Mingyu gasped upon hearing the further details, still ghosting his large hands along your arms.
âNot the asshole,â you confirmed at the end with an adamant nod. âHe was totally shutting her down when she told him she was uncomfortable.â
âHeâs definitely got feelings for the other girl.â
You nearly sucked in a breath at his words. For whatever reason, the very mention of feelings made your nerves feel like cut wire. It was probably because whatever you and Mingyu had become was toeing the line of situationship.
Later, you ended up laying on top of him as a random Disney movie played on your TV. You didnât exactly remember the process of you two choosing what to watch, but neither of you paid any attention after Mingyu slipped his hands past the hem of your shirt. The pads of his fingers burned against your skin as he drew circles on your bare waist.
âHigher,â you whispered.
Mingyu hummed inquisitively, peering down at you with an amused smile. He ran his hands up your torso so that his fingers rested right under the underwire of your bra.
âLike that?â he asked, and the teasing inflection in his voice made it clear that he was waiting for you to beg for more. And, oh, he loved the look on your face as you fought down your embarrassment. You shook your head before he cooed, âNo?â
âNo,â you echoed, âhigher.â
Mingyuâs fingers slid up just enough to feel the wiring lining your bra cups. He frowned and moved one hand to the small of your back, snaking his hand up until he was holding onto the clasp.
âMind if I get this out of the way?â
âGo ahead.â
He unclasped your bra with expert precision, his fingers working effortlessly to undo the hook. Your eyes were practically bugging open as you felt the fabric fall from your chest, wondering where in the world Mingyu learned how to do that. You didnât have the mind to ask, though, because as soon as your bra straps came loose and fell down your shoulders, Mingyuâs hands cupped your breasts and squeezed experimentally.
This was probably the farthest you had gone in terms of physical touch, and you didnât feel strange at all. Something about Mingyuâs touch was comforting, like the warmth of the sun enveloping you whole.
He rolled your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger, making you wince upon contact. You didnât realize you were so sensitive already. It was clearly affecting Mingyu, too; you could feel something hard poking your thigh, and from what you gathered, it was impressively large under his sweatpants.
âSo,â you started, a little too nervous for your liking, âall this is supposed to help me feel comfortable during sex?â
âYeah, I worked it all out in my head,â Mingyu said between intervals of circling your nipple with his thumb and kissing your neck. âThis is all part of my extremely helpful guide to helping you lose your virginity.â
âI wouldnât call it extremely helpful, considering youâre a virgin yourself.â You laughed when Mingyu pouted in response. âWhat? Iâm just saying I donât think you have the credentials.â
âI will inââhe proceeded to check an imaginary watch on his wristââtwo business days.â
Two business days, as in the two days Soonyoung and Jungwoo had left for their Vegas trip. Mingyu was determined for you both to lose your virginities by then, although he reassured you over and over again that you could always speak up if you needed more time.
You had been getting several updates from Soonyoung and Jungwoo throughout the day. Apparently, Chan ended up going stag, but last night you saw two girls draped over him on Jungwooâs Snapchat story. It made you feel a little less bad about turning down being his date.
âPlus,â Mingyu continued, âI have no problem getting naked right now. Youâre the one whoâs holding back.â
There was a challenging fire in your eyes. âYou have no problem?â
âNope.â
âAlright.â You put your hands over Mingyuâs and pushed them away from your body. âThen strip. Getting comfortable being naked means we have to actually be naked, right?â
âThat means you have to undress, too.â
âFine.â
He looked amused. âFine.â
Fuck.
You were nervous.
And surprisingly, it wasnât the thought of being naked in front of Mingyu that made you nervous, it was seeing your best friend completely nude that had you worried. It was no surprise to anyone that Mingyu was a looker, and you werenât sure you were ready what he looked like under those clothes.
Mingyu gently moved you off of him and stood up to start stripping off his pants and shirt. His shirt came off in a single, swift motion, revealing his toned, muscular body. Years of work were etched in the grooves of his abdomen, his soft stomach complemented by strong muscle. Mingyu was never the type to show off his body at the gym, but you were starting to wish you were prepared for how gorgeous he was. Â
Next, he pushed his sweatpants down until the fabric swamped his ankles. You swallowed hard when you saw the growing bulge in his boxers, but seconds later you were looking at how his hard cock stood right up as soon as his boxers had been discarded somewhere across your living room floor.
He was huge.
âYour turn,â he murmured.
You felt your pulse race.
âThatâs not fitting inside me,â you blurted out, cheeks heating up with embarrassment. âThereâs no way that fits inside me.â
âItâll fit, Y/N,â he replied softly, reaching forward to take your hands in his. âIâll do everything I can to make it fit comfortably, and if it doesnât work out, then we can just keep trying at whatever pace works for you.â You looked skeptical but Mingyu held up his pinky finger. âPromise.â
There was no room for you to doubt him when he was looking at you with those big, hopeful eyes. So, you hooked your pinky finger with his and smiled when he helped you take off your shirt, still keeping your fingers interlocked.
Since you normally slept without a bra, your torso was fully bare once your shirt was off, so Mingyu nearly choked on his spit when he saw you. You moved your free hand to slide your shorts down while his eyes were fixed on the swell of your breasts.
âCan I motorboat your tits?â he asked bluntly.
You snorted immediately, taken aback by his straightforward question. Not only that, but your pinky fingers were still hooked togetherâa rather intimate gesture followed by a vulgar question.
âWhoa there, Sex Education. Letâs take it down a notch.â
He chuckled before sitting back down on the couch. You thought he wouldâve wanted to take care of his hard-on, but Mingyu just held out his arms to you.
âWhat?â you asked, letting him grab your waist and pull you flush to his chest. Your brows furrowed more when he grabbed the TV remote from your coffee table. âWhatâre you doing?â
âWe have to finish Barbie and the Island Princess, donât we?â
You gave him a look before it clicked for you. This was all part of Mingyuâs plan to make you feel comfortableâpushing your limits and then settling for something that would put you at easeâso you cozied up to him and let him play the movie.
A demure smile stretched across your face. âOnly if we can cuddle.â
âAs my lady commands,â he joked, and then you were both laughing.
(And, spoiler: he did more than cuddle.
The way he kissed you made you feel like you were standing on hot coals. His tongue was halfway down your throat and his hands ran up and down your sides. You kissed him until your lungs burned for oxygen and you had to pull back for air. Mingyu peppered love bites all over your body and, by the end of the night, you two were a tangled mess of limbs on the floor with your sweat matting your hair down.
But, most importantly, you two finally got through Barbie and the Island Princess.)
There were a few reasons why Mingyu was roommates with Jeon Wonwoo.
He specifically chose not to room with someone in the friend group for two reasons: the first reason was because Wonwooâs living habits aligned more with his, and the second reason was to avoid any possibility of ruining the friendship dynamic. Mingyu had his fair share of horror roommate stories, dating back to freshman year when his roommate in the dorms lived like a slob and muttered borderline psychopathic threats in his sleep. You remembered countless nights when Mingyu would knock at your door and ask if he could sleep on the floor.
For Mingyu, Wonwoo was his only saving grace since sophomore year.
You had gone to their room a few times, but you never overstayed your welcome. Although Wonwoo never complained, you felt guilty every time he walked out of his room with AirPods in. It was like he knew to block you out when he heard you coming in.
Today, since Mingyu had been working on code all day, you offered to bring him boba from the farmerâs market that you went to with Ryujin.
You double-checked the label on the side before handing him the drink. âStrawberry matcha.â
âThanks. Iâve been deprived of boba since fall semester.â He grinned as he tore the plastic wrapping his straw was in. Mingyu popped the straw into the sealing film and took a sip before handing it to you. âWant some?â
âSure.â You graciously took the cup to sip the delicious fruity blend. Shyly, you added, âItâs also a thank you⌠for last night. You actually helped a lot.â
You could tell Mingyu was fighting down a smirk; you could practically hear it in his tone. âOh, did I?â
âYeah, I actually did feel a lot more comfortable after all that.â
He flashed you a bright grin. âSee? Itâs the guide.â
âUh-huh, sure.â
âIâm serious! Itâs effective, isnât it?â He set his drink down to turn his chair and look up at you properly. âYou may think I thought of all that on a whim, but I really put extensive thought into it.â
You had to give him credit for the whole scientific method thing he had going on. You wondered if Mingyuâs consecutive six years of participation in the science fair had prepared him for this very moment.
âExtensive thought,â you echoed. âWhat? Did you write it all down in a notebook or something?â You laughed it off like it was a joke, but when Mingyuâs expression didnât budge, you realized that you had hit the nail on the head. âOh my god, you wrote it down!â
Mingyu huffed. âItâs not even that big of a deal! Writing stuff down helps me organize my thoughts.â
âWell, can I see it?â
âHell no.â
âJust tell me which notebook you wrote it in.â
âNo, âcause then youâre gonna look at it later.â
Mingyu thought he was subtle enough to pick up the notebook in front of him and move it away from your reach. Rookie mistake.
Your eyes followed his movements.
âThatâs the one, isnât it?â you asked, pointing at the red notebook that youâve seen Mingyu jot notes down in before. He always carried it in his school bag, and you were starting to piece together why you hadnât seen it around lately.
âN-no.â
âYouâre such a bad liar, Gyu.â You hardly noticed his hands finding the backs of your thighs and pulling you down to straddle his knees. âWill you ever let me see it?â
âMaybe,â he replied, âor I can just show you what I have planned.â
It was then when you realized that the front of Mingyuâs jeans did look strained. The visible outline of his bulge made you unconsciously clench, which he smirked at once he felt the pulsation against his leg. You werenât even sure if he was fully hard, but you could definitely feel him through your cotton shorts once you were pulled onto his thighs.
His lips found yours in seconds. Days ago, this was something you were hesitant about doing, but now it came more naturally. Your hands moved in a familiar path from his chest to loop around his neck, and then it was like a switch turned on for your best friend.
You broke from the kiss for air and you both looked down, foreheads touching as Mingyu grabbed your ass with rough hands and helped you grind down on him. Your head clouded over, and all you could think about was moving your hips to meet his so that you could chase the growing ache between your legs.
âThatâs right,â he rasped. âThatâs a good girl.â
Oh, if he knew the effect his words had on you. You were shamefully ruining the front of his jeans with how aroused you were.
At this point, his hardened length felt massive under you, so you lifted your hips to see just how big his pants had tented up. Mingyuâs grip on you loosened and he lowered his head, embarrassed. Before he could apologize, though, you got off his lap and sank to your knees.
Ever-so-sweetly, you asked, âCan I help?â
You swore you had never seen Mingyu look so blown away in his life.
âA-are you sure?â
âOf course.â You pouted. âYouâve been doing so much for me, and I wanna make you feel good, too.â You balanced your forearms on his knees and grinned up at him, watching his Adamâs apple bob nervously. âSo, can I?â
âPlease,â he nearly whimpered, fumbling with his zipper to get his jeans and black Calvin Klein boxers down. You helped him out graciously, tugging the fabric down to his ankles and marveling at his cock once it sprung up, curved slightly to your left. Mingyu nearly fell apart when he saw you between his legs, letting out an eager groan. âJesus Christ, Y/N.â
âYouâre really big,â you mumbled, tracing his v-line accentuated by his taut muscles, then his hip, and then the long vein that ran down his shaft with your thumb.
You werenât even sure if you would be able to take all of him in your mouth. Plus, this wasnât exactly your area of expertise. You knew this wasnât Mingyuâs first time receiving head, so you were slightly intimidated. You were slightly terrified about possibly not being good at sucking dick, but you figured your mouth could do a better job than his right hand.
But you had already come this far.
Mingyuâs hand carded through your hair, pulling it back from your face. The gesture only made your confidence falter, wanting to just melt like putty in his grip. You reached out to wrap your hand around his shaft, surprised how rock-hard it was. That just made it all the more nerve-wracking to take him down your throat.
He seemed to pick up on your hesitation, gently asking, âWant me to talk you through it?â
You looked up at him and nodded, flushing hotly when you saw his sincere eyes gleam with amusement.
âOpen your mouth,â he instructed, grabbing your jaw and gently pressing down on your bottom lip with his thumb. You obeyed and parted your lips just enough for him to slide his thumb into your mouth. âWider.â
You complied. Mingyu adjusted his hips quickly before encouraging you with a nudge to put your mouth over the head of his cock. You wrapped your lips over his tip, licking off the precum that beaded his slit, and Mingyu hissed sharply.
He let out a sharp breath and let his gaze fly to the ceiling, gripping the arm of his chair. âFuck, Y/N.â
Mingyu calling out your name so desperately only spurred you to take more of his cock until it hit the roof of your mouth. You were addicted to the sounds of his whimpers, relishing each high-pitched whine from him as you licked the underside of his head. Before, you thought the act of giving head was just extra work for women, but now you were starting to see why it was so addicting. Every moan and cry from Mingyu just made your pride inflate.
You looked up at him through your lashes to see the breathtaking view of his head thrown back and neck veins strained. Mingyuâs hips bucked up slightly, but he fought down his moans to make sure Wonwoo didnât hear anything.
âSorry,â he grunted out, eyes screwed shut in pure bliss. âCouldnât help it.â
You pulled off of him for a moment to reply, âI donât mind if you do it again.â
âReally?â His voice was almost breathless, half-surprised and half-excited.
You nodded, and Mingyu regained his composure a little so that he could sit up and slide his hand into your hair once more. Your lips wrapped around his cock again and sucked gently on his impressive length. His fingers buried themselves into your hair for leverage so that he could hold onto you while he started slowly moving his hips into your mouth.
With the way Mingyu was moving, you could feel the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. He looked at you for confirmation to continue, so you nodded eagerly and sat up higher on your knees to take him in fully.
The first push into your mouth he did was meekâjust enough to get the tip of his head down your throat. You tried to relax your throat to take him in easier, blinking back a few stray tears that were brought on by your gag reflex. The second push was a little stronger, getting a little deeper, which roused a moan out of you. Mingyu must have felt the vibration in his cock because he groaned and bucked his hips into your mouth rougher. His thumb found your bottom lip and rubbed it gently, as if he was prying it open wider.
âFuck, Y/N, your mouth feels so good,â Mingyu breathed out, soft grunts and curses falling from his lips as he went faster.
His free hand wiped away the tears that started streaming down your cheeks. You were past the point of slight discomfort now, and now you were too focused on listening to Mingyuâs pretty moans to think about anything else.
Without any proper warning, Mingyuâs entire body tensed up and he let out a loud groan, shooting his cum down your throat. He threw his head back, and then his whole body relaxed. His grip on your hair tightened and loosened. You squeezed your eyes shut and swallowed down his load before you pulled off of him, watching his chest heave as he tried to control his breathing.
âF-fuck, Iâm sorry,â he apologized profusely. Still winded from his own high, Mingyu was stumbling over his own words. âI didnât⌠didnât think it would happen that fast.â He opened his eyes again and nearly fell apart at the sight of you. âFuck. Did you really swallow?â
You nodded, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. âYeah, I remember Jungwoo told me before that spitters are quitters, or something like that.â
The tension was thick in the room. Although you intended for your comment to lighten things up, the look in Mingyuâs eyes only darkened.
âCome here.â
You could only squeak in surprise as Mingyu pulled you up to kiss him, his rough hands cupping your cheeks. He didnât seem to care that he was tasting himself on your tongue, and the act only made you moan against his lips. Seconds stretched into minutes before he pulled back.
âMy turn,â he said. âTake off your shorts and get on the bed.â
You were reaching to tug down your shorts before he had even finished talking. After sitting down on the edge of your bed, your fingers flew down to tug at your underwear, but Mingyu got to it before you did. He knelt so that he was between your thighs, looking up at you carefully as he slid the cloth past your ankles and lifted one of your legs higher before propping it over his shoulder.
He pulled you in by the hips, dragging his nose up your middle thigh until it reached the apex of your legs. You looked down at Mingyu, breath hitching as you put your other leg over his free shoulder. His hands slid up your thighs and gripped your hips tightly. His long fingers were splayed out at your abdomen, and you felt your stomach flutter.
âNo oneâs ever gone down on you, huh?â he asked, and you confirmed his statement with a shake of your head. âJust sit back and let me do all the work, then.â
Your nerves caught up to you for a moment. You started to overthink, wondering if the position you were in was unflattering, or if you even tasted good down there, or if Mingyu was only doing this because he felt obligated.
But then he circled your clit with his tongue and you couldnât think at all.
You cut yourself off by slapping a hand over your mouth, trying to muffle the moan that threatened to slip. Your train of thought had completely derailed when Mingyu licked a long stripe between your folds. His eyes were half-lidded, clouded with lust as he flattened his tongue against your cunt to taste you better. A soft groan from him vibrated through your core and up your spine.
Your back arched almost immediately. âOhâoh my god.â
He started kissing your cunt, and god, it all felt so dirty. You had never felt this way before, and now that you knew that Mingyuâs tongue could make you feel this good, you were starting to see the full appeal of sex. He paused to suck on your clit, and you felt like you were short-circuiting while he ate you out like a man starved.
A pressure started building. You grew anxious and shot right up, tugging on Mingyuâs hair. He was unaware of your panic at first, and then he lifted his head once he felt you tap his shoulder repeatedly. Once his mouth was gone, though, you felt that pressure ebbing away.
âSomething wrong?â he asked. âNeed me to stop?â
You had to push down all of your shame to admit, âI think I have to use the bathroom.â
To your surprise, Mingyu just laughed. âThe bathroom?â
âIâm serious!â You flushed, and the warmth that prickled your skin was different this time.
âI promise you, thatâs not what youâre feeling,â he said, rubbing your thigh with his thumb in slow circles. His voice was gentle, like he was trying to soothe your nerves. âJust trust me and let that pressure keep building. Eventually, itâs gonna reach a point where it canât hold itself in anymore, and then youâre gonna feel really good.â
âReally?â
âYeah, so just relax for me, okay?â
You let out a shaky breath, nodding before sitting back in your previous position where you had your elbows propped up. Mingyu returned to your cunt with an experimental lick, lasting all of two seconds before he resorted back to his rough kissing and sucking.
You held onto the sheets for dear life as Mingyu plunged his hot tongue into your core, reaching a specific spot that made your eyes roll back and your toes curl. He kept your hips pinned to the mattress as he licked into you. His nose brushed against your clit with how close his face was. It was the final push to send you over the edge, and the warmth that had been building up finally unleashed into blinding white pleasure.
You came hard. The force of your orgasm nearly knocked the wind out of you, and your back was lifting off the bed as Mingyu tried to hold your hips down with great effort. The warmth of it coursed through your entire body, causing the surface of your skin to bead with sweat and cling to the sheets you were laying on.
And, as a photographer, Mingyu had taken pictures of countless gorgeous views that heâd come across in his lifetime, but the sight of you falling apart because of him was, by far, the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
He pulled back to rub your clit in gentle circles while you were being pulled and swept away by the undertow of your orgasm. Mingyu murmured sweet nothings to keep you grounded, but you couldnât process any of his words as your ears rang with white noise.
You blinked slowly as you came down from your high, whining as soon as Mingyu took his hand away from your sore clit. Before you were going to praise him for how good he was with his mouth, his lips returned to clean up the mess you made. You could only writhe and whimper as Mingyu licked at your soaking cunt.
He pulled back to grin at you, his lips and chin glistening with your arousal. You had always thought Mingyu looked attractive, but he was godly like this. Your heart raced just by looking at how his dark hair fell into his face and how his canines showed in his smile.
âEarth to Y/N,â he called, waving a hand in front of your face. When you snapped back into reality, you shot him a questioning look. âI was asking how youâre feeling.â
âGoodâgreat,â you corrected, and then you let out a blissful sigh. âAmazing.â
âGreat.â He grinned. âReady for round two?â
âRound two?â
âYeah, beautiful. You didnât think we were done yet, right?â
âJesus Christ, Y/N.â Ryujin looked mortified upon first glance of the bruises that littered your neck. âAre you hooking up with a leech?â
You had gone over to Ryujinâs apartment to drop off one of the prints she got from the farmerâs market and left in your car. Naturally, you ended up spending the evening there. Since you were so eager to share what had happened between you and Mingyu (telling Vernon or Minghao simply wasnât an option right now), you ended up spilling everything that went down.
From the contract to you and Mingyu going down on each other earlier today, Ryujin hung onto every single word of yours with her jaw hanging in an almost comical way. She was shoveling handfuls of Hot Cheetos into her mouth as you gave her a detailed rundown of the story.
âThis is so messy,â she gushed. âI love it.â
âItâs not messy!â you defended, and then added, âOkay, itâs a little messy, but we agreed to stop if it ever starts affecting our friendship.â
âSo, you think sucking and fucking isnât going to affect your friendship at all?â
You stayed silent.
âYou should know that cross-contamination in the friend group most likely leads to disaster,â Ryujin continued as she popped a Hot Cheeto in her mouth. âItâs all fun and games because you guys think youâll be able to maintain the friendship, but as soon as someone catches feelings, itâs over.â
A heavy sigh fell from your lips. âTo be honest, Iâm a little worried.â
âWorried?â
âWe had this whole rule against kissing and it lasted, like, a week,â you explained. âI mean, we didnât even do anything during that week, so I guess it lasted, like, five minutes. The rule was supposed to be there so that we wouldnât catch feelings or anything, but Mingyu completely ignores it now. Iâm not reading too deeply into this, right?â
Ryujin pondered in thought for a moment before redirecting the question back to you. âDo you want it to be deeper than it is?â
You frowned. âHuh?â
âLike, think about it,â Ryujin said. âRemember when you had a little crush on Mingyu during freshman year? Well, sometimes attraction doesnât go away, so maybe your old feelings are coming back up now that you guys are, like, hooking up. Probably doesnât help that Mingyuâs considered conventionally attractive.â
Sure, you had your occasional moments of weakness bubble up to the surface. It was something you tried to keep under wraps, but you were sure Mingyu could pick up on it whenever you were being extra touchy after intimacy.
They were never really of concern to you, though. You figured that you and Mingyu would live out the rest of your lives in parallel lines, neither of you crossing over to the other. It was what made your relationship with him rather simple, really. You would never cross over to his side, and he would never cross over to yours.
That was, until the contract was put into place.
âI donât knowâŚâ you trailed off, and Ryujin clearly wasnât pleased with your answer.
âY/N, imagine him kissing another girl,â your friend instructed. She motioned for you to close your eyes, so you groaned and did as she said. You cleared your head to make room for whatever visualization she was making you do. âImagine him kissing that girl from the Kap Sig party last year. The one who was all giggly and talkative when Mingyu was with us, and then she ignored us after he left.â
âOh.â You made a face, not even wanting to picture that in your head. âYeah, I donât like that, but that girl was bitchy. I donât think that necessarily means I have feelings for Mingyu, though.â
âNow, imagine him kissing the most likable girl you can think of,â she said. âThis girl is the perfect match for Mingyu. Sheâs gorgeous, and she has a shoulder tattooâthe kind he went crazy over in freshman year. Not only that, but sheâs smart. She takes good care of him. She brings him and his friends cookies whenever she bakes. Sheâs the kind of girl that everyone canât help but adore when they meet her for the first time.â
You tried to really picture it in your head this time.
You imagined Mingyu next to someone who would be in his league, someone who made people want to stop and stare. You imagined how he would be complimented wherever he went for him and his girlfriend being such an attractive couple.
You imagined him making dinner for her and eating together. You imagined him laughing at inside jokes only the two of them knew about. You imagined him watching Barbie movies with her.
And it made your heart twist painfully.
You decided to shrug it off instead, saying, âIf heâs happy, Iâm happy.â
âEnough with that shit,â Ryujin deadpanned. âIâm here for drama. Give me something to work with, at least.â She shook her head disappointedly, and you couldnât help but laugh at her. Once you simmered down, she continued, âBut, in all seriousness, I think you should really be careful with whatever you and Mingyu have going on. It wonât end pretty if someone catches feelings while the other person doesnât.â
You pressed your lips together in a grim line. âYouâre right. Iâll keep that in mind.â
âAnyway, back to the juicy stuff,â Ryujin said, inching closer to you while hugging her knees. âWhat else did you guys do?â
âWe sixty-nined,â you whispered, as if it was some scandalous bit of gossip. âHe was the six; I was the nine.â
âOkay, never mind, letâs tone down the juicy.â
You woke up to several Snapchat notifications from Jungwoo. They were all sent at four in the morning, and most of them were just him running through the streets of Las Vegas at night without his shirt on. You were mildly concerned, but you figured they were just having fun.
You tapped through the other snaps Jungwoo sent you. Soonyoung blacked out on a bar counter. A hooker sitting on Chanâs lap. Jeonghan with several hundred dollar bills in his hands. Another snap of Jeonghan with the caption stating that he lost all his money.
Then, it struck you that it was their last day in Vegas.
âWe have one more day,â you informed Mingyu over the phone, âand then we have to start seeing each other secretly.â
âThatâs kinda hot.â
âNo! Not hot! I donât know about you, but I experience crushing guilt whenever I have to sneak around them, like when I lied about us sleeping together.â
âTechnically, weâre already doing that.â
You snorted. âYou know what I mean.â
âBy the way, not contract-related, but you should come over right now,â he said. âI have some good news to share.â
âIs it about your pink eye scare?â
At around two in the morning, Mingyu texted you a picture of his puffy eye and claimed he was âallergic to pussy.â You sent him back a picture of you flipping him off.
It turned out to be allergies, but Mingyu was completely convinced he had pink eyeâall thanks to WebMD. You had to listen to him freaking out for thirty minutes until he calmly informed you that his eye wasnât puffy anymore.
âNot funny,â he warned. âOkay, kinda funny, butâokay, wait, point is, you should come over.â
You giggled. âOkay, Iâll come over. See you soon.â
You hung up the phone to get ready, feeling oddly excited about going over to Mingyuâs. Ryujinâs words from last night started to get into your head, making you wonder how you truly distinguished your relationship with your best friend. Because why did you feel the need to put on makeup to see him when you had never thought about that in your four years of being friends? And why were you taking extra long to pick out an outfit that was supposed to be casual?
You were deep in thought all the way to his doorstep, only letting it dissolve into the backwaters of your memory once the door opened to Mingyuâs excited face.
âThey chose my submission,â was the first thing he said, his eyes shining.
You didnât even have to ask for clarification. Right away, you knew exactly what he was talking about: the sunset photograph he submitted to the exhibition. It had been all he was raving about for weeks.
âOh my god!â Your eyes were wide as you looked down at your hands helplessly. âI donât have anything for us to celebrate with! Hold on, I can run to the store and buy, like, cake orââ
âSlow down.â Mingyu laughed. He grabbed you gently by your forearms and grinned. âWe donât need to celebrate anything. Just promise me youâll come see my photography.â
âOf course.â
âMy submission was for you, so you have to go. Promise?â
If it was even possible, your eyes grew even wider. âIt was?â
âYouâll see.â He rubbed the back of his neck. âAnyway, the gallery opening is in a few days. Iâll text you the address and time later.â
âAlright.â You held out your pinky to interlock with his own. âI promise.â
Mingyu wrapped his pinky around yours and grinned before tugging you by the same finger into his apartment. You followed him into his room, eyeing how strong and wide his back was. You were starting to fall back into dangerous imaginations again, wondering if he was going to make a move on you again now that you two only had a day left. Not that you would admit it to your best friend, but you were hoping something would happen. Â
âWonwoo found out Clawdia was getting lonely, so heâs out looking for a pet store that sells hermit crabs,â Mingyu explained. âHe was on my ass about it, too, because I said crabs are probably fine being on their own. I mean, theyâre called hermit crabs. How was I supposed to know theyâre social creatures? Misleading name, if you ask me.â
Although you were (partly) engrossed in his story about Wonwooâs pet crab, your eyes couldnât help but linger on the red notebook on Mingyuâs desk.
He picked up on what was distracting you before you could even tear your gaze away, saying, âYouâre so nosy.â
You made a face. âNo, Iâm not.â
âYes, you are.â His shoulders slumped as a retired sigh escaped his lips. You could see that you had been wearing him down over the notebook, so he bargained, âAlright, Iâll show you on one condition.â He plopped down on the edge of his bed. âI want something in return.â
You were most definitely taking his words the wrong way because your cheeks were heating up while Mingyu remained completely impassive.
âSomething in return?â
âYeah, I want an answer,â he started, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. âWhen exactly did you start finding me cute? Or, in your words, a âwalking wet dream,â right?â
You barked out an unamused laugh. âYeah, thereâs no way Iâm telling you.â
âNotebook,â Mingyu reminded.
Suddenly, you were elated about show-and-tell.
âYou first,â he insisted. âI assure you, mine is regrettably more embarrassing.â
âThe first time I found you cuteâŚâ you trailed off, trying to recall the exact moment you started appreciating your best friendâs attractiveness. âIâd say it was in freshman year when we went on the hike together during orientation week. You were all sweaty and wrapped your arm around me when we took a group picture at the top. I was going crazy about it to Ryujin, but then we became good friends, so I just pretended I never felt that way.â
âFreshman year?â he asked, wide-eyed. âYou thought I was cute back then? I was a baby!â
âWe were eighteen. Donât make me sound like a creep.â
Mingyu laughed. âI just canât believe you thought I was cute back then. I didnât even think you thought about me like that.â
âIt was our first week and I was cut loose from my parents.â You shrugged. âPlus, I think every girl in our orientation group wanted to get in your pants.â
âNot Ryujin.â
âNo, she was still dating that guy from her high school, remember?â
You scrunched up your nose at the memory; back in the first few months of your freshman year, Ryujin always ditched you and Mingyu at random points during the night because her controlling boyfriend would call to make sure she wasnât out and about. He was especially suspicious of Mingyu for being an attractive, well-liked man. You found the whole thing ridiculous because her boyfriend was keeping her from having fun and making friends.
To make matters worse, Mingyu ended up finding out Ryujinâs boyfriend was cheating on her after seeing one of his mutual friends post him on her private Snapchat story. It was a picture of them in bed together, and he completely denied it when confronted. You and Ryujin bonded the most during the week she planned to dump her boyfriend, and she ran straight to you once she did. After she cried her tears and used up all of your tissues, you two had your own beach bonfire to burn all of the gifts he got her.
You still remembered how you and Mingyu were back then. Since you two were still new friends, things were still a little shy and awkward. It wasnât until your third year that you and Mingyu got closer, starting to hang out one-on-one instead of with Ryujin. Since she got busy with internships and her club activities, Ryujin grew a little distant from Mingyu, although they were still on good terms.
âAlright,â you said, impatience sticky like honey on your tongue, âyour turn.â
âAh, right.â
Mingyu walked over to his desk and picked up the notebook. You watched how he rubbed the back of his neck before turning back to you, and his head was turned so that you wouldnât catch sight of his blush. (You noticed, though.) He flipped past several pages, eyes skimming through math formulas and physics problems before he landed on a page with several scribbles and arrows.
âItâs, like, this page and a few more,â he explained. âKnock yourself out.â
(You decided not to point out that it was more like ten pages.)
You grinned, thrilled, and laid out the notebook in front of you so that you could take everything in. Right away, Kim Mingyuâs Guide to Losing Your Virginity was scrawled at the top. You snorted, grabbing a pencil from his desk to write Unhelpful before Guide. He watched you nervously as your eyes flitted from note to note, your smile growing bigger at certain things he wrote.
A poorly-drawn arrow from how to make y/n feel comfortable to make sure she knows she can take everything at her own pace made you feel something warm and fluttering in your chest. You couldnât believe Mingyu put this much effort into making you feel goodâso much effort that he had entire pages in his notebook dedicated to brainstorming how to pleasure you. You had never been so focused in your life as you read through what he penciled in, and one idea in particular caught your attention.
suggest REALLY sexual things so she feels more comfortable sharing what she wants to do. this will probably make her judge (bully??) you but itâs for good reason
âYouâre kidding,â you said, eyes still fixed on the notebook. âYou made your list that long just so I wouldnât feel awkward?â
Even though you asked the question, you were barely listening to him as your heart pounded in your chest and your blood rushed in your ears. You didnât even have half the mind to see the shy expression painted over Mingyuâs face because you were so locked in on the notebook. His stammering and backtracking became background noise as you were hyper-focused on the words he wrote.
Somehow, this felt bigger than any emotion you had experienced before.
You were consumed, and it scared you. Sweltering in the overwhelming feeling of longing and possibly something more. And you realized that even if you ended up with someone else after all this, a part of you would always belong to Mingyuâthe part of you that watched Barbie movies and liked coming home to a dinner for two.
Was it presumptuous for you to assume that Kim Mingyu could possibly harbor romantic feelings toward you? Was it safe to say that maybe you felt the same way?
ââbut now that youâve seen it,â you finally heard him say (after taking a few seconds to register his voice), âcan we take out phone sex from the list? I was never really big on that.â
You looked up at him and laughed, a touch distracted because you were still caught in the tide of your own revelations. But you laughed like you were eighteen again, sitting in Mingyuâs dorm room and listening to him recount one of his hilarious stories about him getting lost on campus or being chased by seagulls.
And now you were twenty-one, sitting in Mingyuâs apartment and giggling like you were eighteen again.
Everything melted away, and all you could think about was how badly you wanted to kiss Mingyu.
You sat up on your knees and wrapped your arms around his neck. You didnât think you had ever looked at Mingyu with such unadulterated desire in your eyes.
Craving. Longing. Yearning.
All of it was festering inside you.
âYouâre such a dork, Gyu,â you murmured before pressing your lips to his.
This time, when you kissed him, you felt like all of the stars in the sky hung below the clouds just to witness this very moment. Mingyu was stunned for a few moments before he brought his hands up to pull your face closer to his. His nose brushed against your cheek, and you let a giggle slip between soft pecks and deeper kisses.
He pulled back for air, labored breaths falling from his lips before he found you again. This time, the kiss was deeper, rougher. Adrenaline coursed through your veins as Mingyu held you tighter, squeezing your sides so hard that you were arching up against his body.
You had always tried to push down hope before it was born, but the way Mingyu held you made you feel like you were on top of the world. You wanted to believe there was longing in the way his hands ran up and down your body, but you were too scared that you were mistaking his lust for something more.
Even as he pulled away once more to catch his breath, keeping his eyes flitting between your eyes and lips while his forehead was pressed against yours, you so desperately wanted to believe that there was something more behind his affectionate gaze. Something real.
It was when he pressed a chaste kiss to your nose that your hope bloomed in your chest like a valley of flowers kissed by spring.
His hand found its way behind your head, bringing you back to him for more. You felt like you could be there forever, just exchanging wordless affection and holding each other close. Mingyu moved over you so that he was suspended over your body, starting to lick into your mouth once your back hit the bedsheets. You accepted it almost immediately, parting your lips so that your tongue could dance with his.
Then, you were whining against his lips, begging for more. The sloppier and dirtier your kisses got, you were desperate for more skin-to-skin contact. You hooked your finger into one of his belt loops and tugged him closer, which resulted in Mingyu grinding his hips down against yours.
âYou want more?â he asked, more raspy than coherent, really, and you could only nod in response as you pulled him closer. Mingyu peppered kisses from your jawline to the column of your neck, leaving behind love bites that you would need a lot of concealer and color corrector for later. âI donât wanna rushââ
âNo, Gyu,â you urged him, tugging him forward by the front of his shirt. âI need you.â
His voice came out in a breath. âNeed me?â
âI want you. I want you to be my first because I⌠I trust you.â
He grinned brightly, canines on full display while his hair was a tousled mess above you. You were pretty sure his smile would be imprinted behind your eyelids forever.
His hand slipped under your shirt and ran up your back, maintaining eye contact with you and looking pleasantly surprised at the absence of your bra.
He pressed a tender kiss to the side of your neck before helping you pull off your shirt. Mingyuâs face was set in a grin before his smile slowly fell, replaced by a look of utter confusion. His brows were pulled together in perplexion as he stared at your tits.
Or, more specifically, the pasties over your nipples.
âOh, my bad,â you said, unfazed, âI forgot I still had those on.â
âWhat is it?â
âSeriously? Youâve never seen a nipple cover?â you asked, making your best friend yelp when you peeled the adhesive off your skin. Mingyu shrunk back with a wince before you placed the silicone in his hand. âIt doesnât bite.â
He weighed it in his palm carefully before placing it on his bedside table. âLooks like a chicken breast.â Then, he looked back at your tits. Instead of bedroom eyes, there was genuine concern in his gaze. âIt didnât hurt when you ripped it off, right?â
You stifled a laugh. âNo, it didnât hurt. My boobs are all good.â
You took his hand and placed it over your left breast for good measure. He squeezed experimentally, but you were certain he was just still in shock over the nipple cover. This would normally be when you shrunk in on yourself, but Mingyu discovering the existence of pasties was far too entertaining for you to shy away.
âGood,â he said before he sighed, a little too dreamy to convince you that this was purely platonic. The lighthearted moment settled back into tension. Barely loud enough for you to hear, Mingyu murmured, âYouâre so pretty like this.â
You wondered if your eyes were as big as they felt. âYou think Iâm pretty?â
âYou donât?â He frowned, as if he was offended that you werenât seeing what he was. âI think youâre beautiful.â
He said it before, but you thought it was just a pet name because he was in the mood. Now that he was saying it so sincerely, looking at you like you were his entire world, you felt like you had turned into putty in his hold. Your nerves were practically on fire under your skin.
âYouâre sure about this, right?â he asked again, brushing a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. When you nodded, he readjusted his position so that he was underneath you, moving your hips so that you were sitting on top of him. âJust let me know if you wanna stop.â
âItâs your first time, too,â you said softly, reaching out to trace his jawline. âAre you ready?â
âOh, Iâve been waiting.â He smiled before pulling you down for another long kiss.
He kissed you for what seemed like ages, running his hands all over your body and teasing you with kisses to your neck and jawline when he pulled away. While he was getting a condom from his nightstand, you wondered how you could ever get enough of him if this was what sleeping with Kim Mingyu was like.
While you both were a mess of limbs, you managed to remove every article of clothing from each other until your bare bodies were pressed against each other. He tore the silver wrapping of the condom off to slide the lubricated rubber over his cock. Of course you had seen him naked before, but you still couldnât get over how wonderfully sculpted his body was. He had to have been blessed by a Greek god.
Mingyu held you close to his chest, his eyes raking your body again and again until you felt weak in the knees. When he hovered over you, lining up his cock with your soaked cunt, you had to swallow down your anxiousness.
Questions billowed in your head, floating about until they turned into butterflies and flew straight to your gut. What if he didnât fit? What if you couldnât take all of him in? What if it hurt?
But Mingyu had always been so reliable, so comforting. You felt safe in his arms, even if you had been working yourself up over this very act for years. You wanted to be brave for him.
âAre you ready?â he asked once moreâjust to be safe because he was right there. This was your last chance to back out and he wanted to make sure you truly wanted this.
You nodded with firm self-assurance. âYeah, I am.â
âOkay, bear with me here,â he replied, the tips of his ears going pink as he tried to laugh off his awkwardness. âIâve never exactly done this before.â
You laughed. âMe neither. We can figure it out together.â
His lips tugged into a small smile. Mingyu leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips before he tried pushing his cock into you, guiding it with his entrance. It took him a few tries to work the head in without accidentally slipping out. The first stretch you felt wasnât painful, but there was mild discomfort that you pushed down.
But then Mingyu couldnât push into you any further. Your excitement fizzled and your emotions were swinging dangerously into a pit of worries.
Your best friend was a problem-solver, though. He hummed inquisitively before repositioning himself at your entrance.
âWrap your legs around my hips,â he instructed. âI think thatâll be easier for you.â
You did as he said, tucking your legs around his hips and hooking your ankles together. Your arms hung loosely around his neck, playing with the ends of his hair and twirling them around your fingers. You bucked your hips up once to indicate you were ready, not realizing that it would make Mingyu grunt instead. You could feel your core pulsing from how badly you needed him.
After sucking in a shaky breath, Mingyu started pushing into you once more. Your arousal made it easier for him to slip inside, finally pushing the head of his cock past your folds. You cried out, tightening your grip on Mingyu as you adjusted to his size. You hadnât even gotten his full cock in you yet.
Mingyu eased his way inside you for what seemed like ever. He didnât care about how long he was taking or if he was getting impatient; he calmly took the time to work his cock into you. The long vein that ran down his length made you shudder as it brushed against your walls.
âThat feel good?â he rasped, looking into your eyes for any signs of pain.
You nodded eagerly. âY-yes! Please keep going.â
Your body was hot. Feverish. It felt like your pleasure was building up slowlyâa dull ache at your core that grew as Mingyu pushed deeper inside you. He lowered his head to kiss your neck at the same time, nipping and sucking at your tender flesh while you moaned and writhed under him.
Finallyâfinally, finally, finallyâMingyuâs hips pressed flush against yours and you bit down on your lip to keep yourself from screaming out. The pain was sharp, almost dizzying, but after Mingyu held you and kissed you all over until you relaxed, you felt it subside slowly. He sighed happily, bucking into you slightly to feel how deep he was. You buried your face into his chest once you felt the room going a little fuzzy.
Aching, gnawing pain.
Deeper and deeper, but the pain built with each push into you. One certain thrust made you feel as though you hit a peak, but then you felt yourself coming down. You closed your eyes through it, taking deep breaths until the pain had mostly alleviated, a new feeling of pleasure rushing through your body. Â
He didnât say anything for a long while, just letting you take things at your own pace. It was only until you begged him to move that Mingyu complied and started moving his hips.
With an experimental, shallow thrust, you let out a whimper and let one of your legs unhook from the other, letting it lay on the bed instead. Mingyu held your other hip up and started thrusting slowly into you, making sure to keep his pace exact so that he didnât slip out again. Your pleasure was building up fast, like a spell of vertigo that left your head spinning and your body flushed.
âF-feels so good, Gyu,â you cried out, and then you couldnât say anything at all once his tongue pried its way into your mouth. His lips slotted against yours perfectly, like both of your lips had been specifically molded to fit each otherâs.
He thrusted deeper. Some of his thrusts hit that golden spot inside you that made your world turn blinding white. You were dangerously close to an orgasm with how good he was making you feel.
Mingyu sped up his thrusts, holding your hips and dragging his lips across your skin to leave love bites along your collarbone and shoulders. With the way he shifted your hips to pound in at a better angle had your legs shaking and your eyes rolling back into your head. You were far too sensitive to last long, especially since this was your first time experiencing such pleasure.
Realizing that your muscles had started involuntarily twitching, Mingyu thrusted into you deeper and caged you in his grip. You were teetering on the precipice of a release, holding onto his strong arms for leverageâsomething to ground yourself while you about to dive into your own ecstasy.
The brute strength in his thrusts led you to falling over the edge, jolts of pleasure coursing through you as you chanted Mingyuâs name over and over again like a prayer. The force of your orgasm nearly knocked the wind out of you, making the world before you go blurry as Mingyu fucked you through your high.
You nearly didnât register him moaning out, too, his lips framing your name as he came. It felt as if you had short-circuited, laying underneath him helplessly as you rode out your orgasm. The current tugged and swept you away, sending aftershocks of pleasure to your sore cunt.
You blinked twice to reorient yourself, coherence bleeding back into you. It was when Mingyu kissed your forehead that it finally clicked for you.
You finally lost your virginity.
âThank you,â he whispered against your temple. âThat was incredible.â
You nodded, dazed, about to thank him back before you noticed that something was running down your hip. You touched the liquid curiously, wondering if you had just been that overstimulated, but what you found on your fingertips was blood.
You shrieked.
âWhat happened?â he asked, eyes wide before he saw your hand. He chuckled lightly. âOh, I see. This is normal after your first time; itâs no big deal.â
âReally?â
âYeah, donât sweat it.â
Mingyu didnât seem to understand the gravity of the situation, though; he was smiling delightedly while you were a panicked mess. Blood was gushing out of the very place Mingyuâs cock was buried, and you were humiliated because of your new position as Human Ketchup Bottle.
âWow,â he cooed sarcastically, rubbing your hips gently, âitâs like youâre my personal little volcano.â
âOh my god. Please shut the fuck up, Gyu.â
After helping clean you up and a few more sessions of you two gushing over how good your first time felt, you and Mingyu laid in bed together, side-by-side. He had gone on several tangents about how it was nice that you two didnât feel awkward around each other and that he was almost worried because he heard a lot of horror stories about peopleâs first time.
Apparently, Vernonâs first time was quite unmemorable because it was a quickie in a hot tub. He had never considered the friction caused by the water being uncomfortable, so it wasnât one for the books.
To your surprise, when Mingyu headed to the kitchen to get you some water, you felt strangely hollow. As your eyes grew unfocused, the ache from the penetration was more clear, and you started to feel a little empty.
No one ever talked about what happened after sex. No one ever talked about how, shortly following the aftermath of your first time when you were coming down from the dazzling glow of your orgasm, the only thing you could feel was overwhelming vulnerability.
It was like you had been flying up in the clouds, got too close to the sun, and dropped right into a void of sadness. You were bordering on a feeling of emptiness as you stared up at Mingyuâs popcorn ceiling.
Then, the bed dipped next to you. Mingyu came back with a glass of water for you and one of his sweatersâthe black Ralph Lauren one his mom got him for his high school graduation. Yeah, he was definitely starting to outgrow it, but he kept it hung up in his closet, anyway. Something about it being sentimental to him.
âYou good?â he asked in a gentle voice, setting the glass of water on the nightstand. He slid onto the mattress next to you, wrapping a strong arm around your waist. âYou look a little out of it.â
âIâm better now,â was all you said, smiling contently after placing your arm on top of his.
âDid something happen? Did I do something?â
It wasnât that you didnât want to tell Mingyu how you were feeling; you just didnât know how to. There was nothing he had done to upset you at all, and the night had been incredible. You were still over-the-moon from losing your virginity to your best friend. That was why the wave of sadness that hit you afterward was strange and foreign.
âNo, no, itâs justâŚâ You sighed. âI just felt really sad for a few seconds. Like, donât get me wrong, that was the best feeling ever, but after you went to go get water and stuff, I just got really sad.â
Something flashed across Mingyuâs face. It was the look he always wore when he was correcting someone or explaining some nerdy bit of information he knew. You were anticipating him to go on some tangent about heightened emotions peaking during sex would lead to a crashâsomething along those lines.
But then, he simmered. His expression was immediately replaced with understanding as he squeezed you tighter. Mingyu must have known that you just wanted to be comforted, not talked to, so he just tucked his head into the crook of your neck.
You felt warmer. Safer.
âDo you feel better now?â he asked.
You sucked in a breath. âMuch better.â
Somewhere between your mumbles and whispers of conversation, you and Mingyu ended up drifting asleep in each otherâs arms.
It was around twilight when you woke up, dusky purple streaming through the windows and across Mingyuâs peaceful face as he was deep in slumber. You turned your gaze back up, staring at the chipped paint and grooves in the popcorn ceiling, feeling as if you were drowning in your own emotions.
The feeling settled in your chest. It was always there, like a dull ache, but now it was loud. Pounding.
You were in love with Kim Mingyu.
You ran into Ryujin laterâmuch later. It was well after you went back to your apartment and had a meltdown over your newly-recognized feelings for your best friend.
After you talked yourself through your feelings for nearly an hour, you realized that you couldnât handle this problem head-on. You needed the assistance of your favorite cookies and cream ice cream from Ben and Jerryâs, so you walked to the nearby grocery store in sweatpants and a jacket.
While you were trying to balance three tubs of ice cream in your arms, Ryujin happened to wander into the freezer section, looking mildly concerned at the sight of you. She was pushing a cart full of groceries with her glasses sitting low on her nose.
âNeed any help there?â she asked, moving aside her bag of cilantro to make space for your ice cream.
âYou were right,â you admitted, and you nearly sounded hysterical with how breathless and frazzled you were. âIâm in love with him.â
âOh shit.â
âYeah.â
âThat explains the ice cream.â
âTotally overshot the much simpler feeling of just liking someone, or being attracted to someone,â you rambled, allowing her to take the tubs of ice cream from your hands. âIt couldnât even just be a silly little crush, either. Iâm just⌠in love with him.â
âSo, whatâre you gonna do now?â
You paused. âWould it be reasonable for me to think about it after I see him again?â
âReasonable? Absolutely not. Stupid? Probably.â
âWell, thatâs what college is for, anyway.â
âI support you,â she started, âeven if I think youâre a dumb bitch.â
âThanks, Ryujin, I think.â
The golden rule about being in your twenties was that it was the prime time to be young, dumb, and make stupid decisions.
The stupid decision you settled on for today was inviting Mingyu over when you really should have been taking some time to figure out your feelings for him. You knew very well that this would fuck with your emotions, but you had to give in to your carnal desires. Now that Mingyu had relinquished you of your virgin title, you couldnât get enough.
You had always wondered what it would be like when you finally lost your virginity. Part of you thought it would be some sort of final form that you would achieve, but it wasnât exactly all that different. Society overvalued deflowerment, you figured, but there was something that rang true.
Your face glowed a little brighter. Whether that was because of your recent confidence boost or your post-sex elation, you werenât sure.
But now, you were in a predicament: you wanted more. Naturally, that led you to calling Mingyu and subtly asking if he wanted to come over.
That was how you ended up with your chest pressed against the wall while Mingyuâs body was caging yours. His strong chest was against your sweat-beaded back, and you swore you could feel every muscle of his keeping you from budging. It took him a few valiant efforts to fit his cock inside of you, and you had to reposition yourself several times for him to find a good angle. Once he had slid into you with ease, though, he started thrusting into you with vigor, soft grunts falling from his perfect lips.
(You realized Mingyu wasnât able to get enough of you, too. He walked in, exchanged a greeting and gave you an update on Wonwooâs crabs before his rough hands were turning you around and holding you against the wall. While his lips worked on your neck, you managed to sputter out some nonsense about being happy for Wonwooâs new crab, Clawmander.)
âYouâre wet,â he observed, his tone frank and even.
âExcellent observation, Sherlock Holmes.â You managed to gasp out the words before Mingyuâs cock hit that perfect spot inside you that made your vision curl with darkness at the ends.
âJesus,â he hissed, lips brushing against your left ear. You let out a sound that was somewhere between a whimper and a moan while he used his free hand to rub your clit in torturous circles. âI didnât think youâd get this worked up over me.â
You didnât answer him. This wasnât the right time or place for him to hear the true reason. Plus, you could hardly string any words together when he was making you feel so good.
âDonât cum just yet,â he muttered, and you whined when his cock slid out of you. When you turned around to ask him what his deal was, Mingyu lifted you up effortlessly and carried you to your couch. He had you straddling him while his hands rested on your thighs. âI want you to ride me, beautiful.â
Intimidation settled in. Mingyu could see it in your eyesâthe way they refocused and your gaze flitted around hesitantly.
And, because Mingyu was just a tenderhearted, loveable ray of sunshine, he added gently, âIf you want to, of course.â
Your eyes went lust-lidded as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You just wanted to make him proud.
âSit back,â you told him, and you lifted your hips so that you could sink down on his throbbing cock.
Mingyu sucked in a sharp breath, holding your hip with one hand and helping adjust his length with the other. You winced, still not used to the penetration, but the initial pain was less sharp than it was the first couple times. Once you felt the mild discomfort replaced with the hot pleasure you were chasing just minutes before, Mingyu helped you start moving your hips up and down on him. He let go of your hips to throw his head back and run his hands down his face, agonized that he couldnât fuck into you himself.
You placed one hand on his chest and let your body hover over his as you fucked yourself on his cock. Then, Mingyu decided to pull you flush to his body and buck his hips up on his own. You cried out from feeling him deeper inside you, but then you were moaning into the curve of his neck.
âYou feel so good around me,â he whispered into your hair. âYou have no idea how long Iâve been waiting for this.â
You pulled back, still bouncing on his dick with spurts of clarity returning to you. You were still dazed from how good he felt inside you, but Mingyuâs words were trying to reel you back into proper coherence.
âH-how long?â you stuttered out.
Mingyu smirked up at you, but before the fluttery feeling returned to your chest, you were paralyzed with fear when you heard a loud knock followed by the door handle turning. Your oncoming orgasm came to a halt and dissipated immediately after.
You and Mingyu repelled like magnets; you winced as he practically manhandled you off his lap and scrambled away, so you pushed him off the couch as payback. You only had time to pull your blanket up to cover your bare chest before Soonyoung appeared in the doorway. Mingyu, butt naked, was perfectly facing the front door, and he could only cover his crotch with both hands in time.
Cue Soonyoung screaming, then Mingyu, then you.
For a few seconds, it was a perfect choir of discordant screeching.
âWhat the hell are you doing here?!â you yelled as Mingyu tried to duck out of the way. He eventually realized there was no immediate escape and just turned around, making Soonyoung sigh heavily and cover his eyes with his sleeve when he saw Mingyuâs ass on full display.
âWell, my⌠my Connect Foursââ
âYou couldâve knocked!â
âYou told me I could come over and pick them up!â
âYou still couldâve knocked!â
âDonât blame me; I am the victim here! Normally, youâre in here watching a rerun of Jersey Shore, so I wasnât exactly thinking, âOh, what if Y/Nâs actually getting dicked down by Mingyu right now?â No! Because no one tells me whatâs going on anymore!â Soonyoung argued. âI just came here to get my Connect Fours, not for front row seats to the Magic Mingyu show!â
âIâm sorry.â You sent Mingyu an uneasy look, and then you grew more concerned as you watched him manage to awkwardly wrap most of his body with the white drapes at your windows. You turned back to Soonyoung. âYou didnât see too much, did you?â
âI just saw Mingyuâs asscheeks on full display!â
Mingyu pouted, taking great offense to Soonyoungâs panic. âYou say that like itâs a bad thing.â
âOkay, Iâd rather see your asscheeks, like, on purpose,â he replied, exasperated, ânot like this! My eyes feel violated.â
âSoonyoung,â you whispered harshly, and, if looks could kill, you were sure your friend would be six feet under. You waved your hand, motioning for him to leave as the situation was becoming increasingly awkward. âIâve only got ten of the boxes so far. Iâll text you when the rest come.â
âRight, right,â he mumbled, turning to grab the large package at your entryway. âIâll just take this and go, then. Let me know when the rest come.â
You sighed. âYeah, of course.â
âBy the way, how big is Mingyuâs dick? He wonât tell us howââ
Mingyu, who looked horrified at this point, raised his voice so high that you nearly burst out laughing from how squeaky it sounded. âCan you leave already?!â
âBefore I go,â he said, âIâll see you guys at Kap Sig for the Beerlympics tomorrow, right?â After he was met by two piercing glares, your friend realized that this was probably not the time nor place for this conversation. âSorry! Just text me if you decide to show up!â
Soonyoung closed the door behind him loudly to make it known that he had left, and you and Mingyu relaxed once he was finally gone.
âIâm gonna lock your door,â Mingyu started, all huffy and flushed with embarrassment, âand then we can get back to what we were doing.â While he was making sure your lock was secure and walked back, he kept lecturing, âYou know, you should really keep your door locked all the time. You never know whatâs going to happen.â
You heard him loud and clear, but your mind was still buzzing with questions from what he said before you two were walked in on. All you wanted to know was how long he had been waiting to sleep with you, and you were so curious that you werenât even feeling humiliated anymore over Soonyoung nearly seeing you naked.
âHow long have you been waiting?â you asked. When Mingyu only gave you a confused look, you clarified, âYou said it earlier while I was on top of you.â
âOh.â He rubbed the back of his neck before his lips stretched into a smile. âHow about this: Iâll tell you when you come to see my work in the gallery.â
You folded your arms across your chest. âFine, but I was gonna show up either way.â
âSee, thatâs what I like about you.â You were too busy blushing to notice that Mingyu had already made his way between your legs and was hovering over you. He peeled the blanket off from your body and put it over the head of your couch. Tapping your knee, he said, âNow, open up, beautiful. Since you were doing so good for me, Iâll make it up to you.â
It was the next day around noon, and the remaining ten boxes of Connect Fours arrived at your door in another giant package. You texted Soonyoung that he could come pick them up (and wait for you to open the door).
You still hadnât cleared things up from yesterday when he walked in on you and Mingyu, so you werenât sure how to look him in the eye without feeling absolute shame. Not only that, but the guilt from your lie had been swirling in your chest constantly now that you were hit with the reality that Soonyoung had already perceived your strange friends with benefits relationship with Mingyu.
After you spent practically the entire day with Mingyu yesterday, even driving him to 7-Eleven for munchies at 3 a.m., you ended up getting the green light from him to tell Soonyoung everything. He knew that the guilt was weighing on your chest, and you both concurred that you would feel much better after coming clean.
After all, Soonyoung was one of your best friends, and you didnât want him to keep deceiving him, no matter how big or insignificant your lie was to him.
When Soonyoung arrived at your door, making sure to knock three times, he greeted you with his usual cheery smile.
âHey,â he said with an awkward edge to his voice. âProud of me? I knocked this time.â
You went over this conversation about a million times in your head, thinking of different possible scenarios and outcomes that could happen. For each one, though, there was no eloquent way to bring up your lie without you sounding like you were overcompensating by rambling.
Just rip the bandage off, you told yourself.
It was hard to find the words, though, and your brain couldnât figure out how to smoothly deliver the news.
Soonyoung looked like he didnât know what to do, considering you had been staring blankly at him for several seconds without saying anything. âIs this a bad time?â he asked after a pause.
You shook your head quickly. âNo, I have something I need to tell you.â
âYeah? Whatâs up?â
You gestured for him to come inside, and Soonyoung took off his shoes before walking into your apartment. You felt yourself flush when he intentionally avoided sitting on your couch and just stood between your hallway and living room.
Soonyoung liked to joke around most of the time, but even he could tell that you were trying to bring up something serious. His arms were folded across his chest, the bewilderment in his eyes coalescing into sympathy. You intended for this to be honest, clear communication, but your breath was getting short and your eyes were darting to your feet before you could even get the words out.
This was deeper than your lie. You could admit that you were a liar, but something inside you withered at the very thought of admitting that there was something going on between you and Mingyu. Something that crossed the line of platonic friendship but kept its distance from romance.
So, before anything else, you blurted out, âI lied about being a virgin. Mingyu and I didnât have sex.â
Your voice was thick with emotion. For a moment, your friend just stared at you, unblinking.
âHuh?â He sounded utterly confused as he rubbed the back of his neck. âI didnât want to make things awkward and bring it up, but didnât I walk in on you and Mingyu yesterday?â
âNo, Iâm talking about the time I told you I had sex with Mingyu.â
âIn the library?â
âYes.â
âSo you guys didnât have sex?â
âWell, technically we did, butââ
âWait, let me get this straight,â Soonyoung said, pausing before he continued, âso, youâre a virgin?â
âNo.â
âNo?â
âI was a virgin, but now Iâm not. The timeline got fucked.â
âWait, so, you were a virgin when you told me you werenât a virgin,â he recounted, to which you nodded in response, and you could tell a few of the pieces in his head fit together when he finished, âand then you lost your virginity.â You nodded again to affirm his statement and your friend let a low-pitched whistle slip. âWow, that is some crazy lore.â
Fiddling with your fingers, you asked, âAre you mad that I lied to you guys?â
âMad? No way,â he said. âLike, sure, I donât really understand why you lied. I guess you had your own reasons. Itâs not like itâs a bad thing to be a virgin. Thereâs no way Iâd be mad over something like that, though.â
âI was worried because I thought you hated liars,â you explained, and although you didnât mention his ex-girlfriend, it seemed as though Soonyoung knew exactly what you were talking about.
âI care about lies that hurt, and, hey, you told me eventually,â he said. âIâm not gonna hold it against you for not telling me about something you werenât ready to share.â
He worried at his lower lip before adding, âYou didnât lose it to Mingyu because of what I said, right?â
You felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders, and your breathing steadied. You didnât even realize how fast your heart was beating until you could feel every muscle in your body relax.
âNo, of course not.â You finally cracked a smile. âTo be honest, when you guys grilled us about it in the library, it did set things in motion. I donât regret any of it, thoughâexcept lying to you guys about it. Iâve been wanting it to happen for a while now.â
âGood. You should probably tell the others when youâre ready, too.â He gave you a warm smile before amusement seeped back into his eyes. He turned to pick up the large package of Connect Fours and said, âCongrats to you and Mingyu, by the way. I always knew you two would get together.â
You nearly got whiplash from how fast you turned your neck. âSoonyoungâwhat?â
âYeah, I mean, heâs been crazy for you ever since freshman year. I figured he would eventually grow a pair and ask you out,â he elaborated. Once Soonyoung hoisted the box up and turned around to look at you, he froze when he saw the dumbfounded look on your face. âOh, shit. Youâre not dating him, are you?â
âNo, Soonyoung. No, Iâm not.â
âOh⌠my bad.â
Around twenty minutes after Soonyoungâs slip-up, you decided you would go with him to Kappa Sigmaâs âBeerlympics,â which you hadnât exactly been banking on showing up to. When you were informed about it yesterday, you had to research online to make sure that no, Soonyoung wasnât speaking some alien language.
You never really understood half the things Soonyoung and Jungwoo talked about in relation to their fraternity. It usually went in one ear and out the other. It was always something about chapter meetings, pledges, and the sort of nonsense that made you wonder if you two were even living in the same world.
Before you decided to go, Soonyoung had to guide you to the couch to sit down and process your thoughts, which you figured was a great feat for him considering he was still traumatized from walking in on you and Mingyu.
Even after you stared blankly at the wall, though, you still couldnât fathom the thought of Kim Mingyu liking you all these years. And, you didnât outwardly admit it to Soonyoung, but the thought of your best friend liking you back made you inexplicably happy.
After you quickly changed into more appropriate clothing, Soonyoung and you walked over to frat row, passing by several large fraternity houses before arriving at the male-infested Beerlympics event. Your friend was still carrying his box of Connect Fours, which kept rattling as you two walked.
Yesterday, you were considering not going, mostly because you committed to going to Mingyuâs exhibition today, too. He had texted you the details, informing you that it would be early in the evening, so you werenât going to spend longer than a few hours at Kappa Sigma.
Plus, now that Soonyoung had accidentally revealed the feelings Mingyu was harboring for you, confessing to him was weighing heavy on your mind. You desperately needed to tell your friends about your feelings before you ended up self-combusting.
In a matter of minutes, you were sitting between Vernon and Jungwoo on the couch, watching Minghao and Soonyoung shotgun a Coors Light. The box of Connect Fours was currently being used as a drink stand.
âYou just came back from Vegas,â you told them, âand youâre already hosting a Beerlympics?â
âWhat did you expect us to do? We only drank hard alcohol in Vegas,â Jungwoo explained. âItâs only right that we come back and drink beer.â
You rolled your eyes, incredulous. âYou guys canât be serious.â
âBy the way,â Vernon started, âis Mingyu coming? I havenât seen him in a while.â
âYou went to the gym with him yesterday,â Minghao pointed out.
âAnd that was in the past.â
Soonyoung cleared his throat once he was done with his beer. âSpeaking of Mingyu⌠Y/N has something to tell you guys.â
âRight.â You cleared your throat before announcing, âIâve gathered you all here today because someone said something he wasnât supposed to.â
âAnd that someone was me,â Soonyoung mumbled, dejected.
âWait,â Jungwoo interrupted, âwe need context.â
Although you talked to Minghao before about the pact between you and Mingyu, you still hadnât explained the whole ordeal to Vernon, Jungwoo, and Soonyoung. As you rambled on about how Mingyu proposed the idea and you two started becoming friends with benefits, Soonyoungâs face fell more and more as he realized he had royally fucked up. Vernon, on the other hand, despite having been kept in the dark this entire time, kept a placid expression on his face while the other three boys lost their shit.
You went on to explain the whiteboard, the notebook, how scared you were about ruining your friendship with Mingyu, and how Soonyoung walked in on you two and accidentally revealed that Mingyu had been crushing on you for a while.
âThereâs no way you actually wrote all that down on a whiteboard,â Soonyoung said with an incredulous laugh. When Minghao pointed out that your whiteboard (that you still hadnât returned to the community room) was literally in the living room, your friend cried, âI canât believe I didnât notice that!â
âYeah, it was front and center when you walked in on Mingyu and I,â you said.
âTo be fair, Mingyuâs ass was very distracting.â
You folded your arms across your chest, staring the four boys down. âOkay, well, thatâs my side of what happened. Itâs your turn to spill what you know.â
They all looked at each other warily before Vernon decided to break it down for you. He explained how Mingyu had been crushing on you ever since you two were in the same orientation group, and your breath caught in your throat because that was exactly when you also found him cute. Apparently, since you had become good friends with Soonyoung and Minghao shortly after (and later, their respective roommates: Jungwoo and Vernon), Mingyu didnât try to read into your closeness too much.
All of the pieces were connecting in your headâall of the little moments and things he said that you brushed off as a coincidence. Every realization was like a firefly in your head, flickering and blinking under dim light until it shone bright and clear in total darkness.
Every time he called you beautiful. Every time he kissed you. Every time he looked at you like you were all he wanted.
Mingyu saying he wanted his first time to be with someone special wasnât just a previous notion of his that he discarded once you two made the pact. You were the someone special he wanted to be with.
And god, if only he knew how badly you wanted to be with him right now.
âAlright, Y/N, do not tell Mingyu about any of this,â Soonyoung warned. âIâve survived Jungwooâs stupid âecstasy waterââfuck you for that health violation of a drink, by the wayâand Iâm not letting Kim Mingyu be the reason why I end up six feet under.â
âIâm gonna have to tell him I found out from you, Soonyoung,â you argued. âThere would literally be no other way for me to find out if it wasnât from one of you guys.â
Vernon was quiet before he suggested, âWhat if we throw Jungwoo under the bus?â
âYo, thatâs hella smart,â Soonyoung praised before giving Vernon a high-five.
âI would prefer not to be thrown under the bus, thank you,â Jungwoo deadpanned.
âWe are not throwing Jungwoo under the bus,â you agreed. âBesides, thereâs been something that Iâve been thinking about for a while, too.â You paused to pour a shot for yourself, downing the contents of your red solo cup in one go. Wringing your hands together, you confessed, âI think I like Mingyu.â
âOh, wow.â Jungwoo nearly choked over his words and held out his cup to you. âPour me a shot, too. Iâm gonna need it.â
Minghao decided to take over, asking, âAs a person?â
âAs a⌠man.â
âWell, men are peopleâsometimes.â
You groaned, unlacing your fingers to drop your face into your hands. You couldnât believe you were saying this at the Kappa Sigma house, of all places.
âIâwell, yeah, obviously. I just⌠okay, the point is, I sort of realized I really like him, and I was scared because I donât know how this is gonna affect the group dynamic.â You felt your face growing hot as you talked about it, but you continued, âI wasnât going to say anything, but what you guys just told me changes things, I think. I feel like I really need to tell him how I feel, if thatâs okay with you guys.â
(You took another shot.)
You had never said the words out loudânot even to yourself. Your emotions felt more real now that they were out in the open for your friends to hear. Amidst all the booming music and drunken shouts in the house, your friends were silent.
âWhyâre you asking us for permission?â Jungwoo finally spoke up. âWe arenât gonna be dicks and say you shouldnât ask him out just so we can keep our friend group as it is. Just ask him out.â
(Another shot.)
âWhat he said,â Vernon agreed. âIf Mingyuâs crush on you didnât affect our friendship for four years and your crush on him didnât make things weird, then I donât see why you have to hide how you feel.â
(You gulped down your fourth shot.)
By the time Minghao started harping on about how you should be following your heart, you were starting to feel the alcohol settle. It ran through your veins, thick like molasses, until you felt sluggish. Then, spurred by your determination to confess your feelings, you rose up to your feet.
âIâm gonna do it,â you breathed out.
âWhen?â Soonyoung asked.
âNow.â You stopped to gather your belongingsâyour phone from the Connect Four box and your bag from the couch. âIâm gonna go see him.â
âLetâs call you an Uber,â Jungwoo said, and when he realized he was probably the most sober out of his friends, he dragged himself off the couch. Apparently, he was drinking in moderation after nearly getting alcohol poisoning in Vegas and dealing with a nasty hangover. âOkay, Iâll call you an Uber.â
Jungwoo walked you outside, waiting with you on the sidewalk until your Uber arrived. He recounted some of the highlights of his weekend in Vegas to you, and you listened intently even though you could feel your heartbeat drumming in your ears. You werenât sure if it was because you were intoxicated or your nerves over potentially confessing your feelings to Mingyu.
When your Uber pulled into the drivewayâa white SUV that was large enough for you to assume that Jungwoo accidentally booked an Uber XL.
As you were getting into the passengerâs seat, Jungwoo held the door open long enough to tell you, âHey, Iâll let you in on a little secret: Mingyu never really cared for watching movies until he met you.â
While your Uber driver took you to your destination in silence, you were certain your heart was glowing brighter than any sunset out there.
The gallery was empty when you arrivedâeerily quiet. A long, white table sat at the foyer where the front desk was. Plates of what you suspected had cookies on them were left littered with crumbs. The gallery assistant seated at the front desk must have been a student working part-time because her nose was buried in a textbook, hardly noticing you walking inside the building.
Your buzz was wearing off by now and your stomach had dropped in a deep pit when you realized that you were late. You swore you had timed it right. Mingyu told you to be there at 5 p.m., and yes, you were twenty minutes late, but you didnât expect the whole venue to be cleared out.
Maybe everyone else was just late. That had to be it, right?
When you tried to look up Mingyuâs location on Find My Friends, he was miles away and looked as if he was on a trail.
You decided to call him, wondering why he hadnât texted you yet. You were too disoriented in the car to give him a heads up, but he would normally text you, anyway.
After three rings, he picked up. âHello?â
âMingyu!â you cried in a hushed voice. âAm I late? Did you leave already? I canât see anyone here.â
âWhere?â he asked. âUh, if youâre talking about Beerlympics, I didnât go because I had a project due tonight.â
âNo, the gallery. You said it started at five, right?â
Mingyu was silent for what seemed like forever before he stifled a laugh. âYou mean the gallery opening tomorrow night?â
You had never sobered up so quickly.
While Mingyu was laughing at you on the other end of the line, you were pulling up your text messages to confirm that he had given you the wrong details. Instead, you were met with the horrifying realization that you just read the invite wrong.
âI mean, you can still see my work while youâre there,â he continued. âI think theyâve already switched out their old art.â
You groaned. âIâm so stupid.â
You roamed around the gallery as Mingyu told you about his day, looking at all of the art pieces that were submitted. After you took some pictures of various paintings and sculptures that were on display, your eyes fell upon a sunset photograph hung up on the wall.
The very photograph you came here for.
You had seen gorgeous sunsets before, but you had never seen pictures that did them any justice. What Mingyu had captured, though, was absolutely breathtaking.
Over the foliage, the sky was a wonderful blend of oranges, yellows, pinks, and purples. The great ball of light dipped below the horizon, peeking out just enough to see its wonderful color. The rays of sunlight reached out past the frame, illuminating the treetops and the current of water that ran to the side.
To the right, you saw Mingyuâs placard fixed to the wall, hanging proud next to its photograph.
Kim Mingyu Youâre My Sunset 2023 The sunâs last kiss to the sky. If thereâs a world where I can watch sunsets forever, I hope sheâs there with me.
ââso Iâm pretty sure Iâm gonna get a C on the quiz because he made us write out our code on paper. My handwriting is dogshit, so I hope he has a fun time reading mine.â He trailed off when he realized you went silent on the other end. âY/N?â
âWhere are you?â you asked, a touch distracted as your eyes drank in the words etched onto the placard.
âHuh? Iâm on that hiking trail near the freshman dorms,â he said. âI was gonna go watch the sunset, if you wanted to come see it with me.â
And because you were so helplessly in love with him, it was easier than breathing to say, âIâd love to watch the sunset with you.â
It took you one more Uber and forty minutes to find Mingyu where he was waiting for you. You told him not to walk all the way back down to meet you, so you made your journey to the top on your own. You were definitely not dressed for a hike, but sunset was coming soon and you didnât have time to stop at your apartment to change.
You waved once you saw him, biting back your smile because you didnât want to look overly-excited to see him. He had probably been outside for a while, judging by the sheen of sweat that made his biceps glisten under the setting sun.
âYou made it just in time,â he said. âSunsetâs in a few.â
Your chest heaved as you recovered from your hike up. It had been ages since you worked out properly, so part of you was glad that you didnât let Mingyu go back down and fetch you. You surely would have had to make him stop several times for you to take a breather.
He was sitting on a large, flat rockâso smooth that it was probably the perfect spot on the entire mountain to watch a sunset. Mingyu scooted over so that you had room and you sat down right next to him, knees knocking and shoulders brushing against his.
You had never seen anything as formidably beautiful as the view before you. The sun had started to dip below the horizon, glowing a spectacular orange. Muted colors of blue and gray vanished like a skip, blurring into colors more intense, more breathtaking. Oranges and yellows blend into the canvas of the sky, soon blending with pink and red hues that made the clouds look like the seventh heaven.
It felt like the sun was setting, calling the stars out just for you two. It cast its rays onto the lake below, leaving the surface glittering with millions of golden sparkles.
This was the sight that reminded Mingyu of you.
For a while, you two just watched the sky wordlessly until you started, âI saw yourââ
âWhat if we watched the entire Marvel Cinematic Universe for our next marathon?â he asked at the same time, but his words were strongerâmore purposefulâso you answered him instead.
âWe still havenât finished our Barbie marathon,â you said. âWeâre still on Barbie and the Diamond Castle.â
âBut⌠when we finish.â
You hummed. âHow long does it take to finish all of the Marvel movies?â
You tried to mentally note down all of the titles you knew with the limited knowledge you had of the Marvel cinematography. You were pretty sure you watched a good amount of themâthe big ones that broke records in theatersâbut you never tried watching them in order.
âSeventy hours and forty-six minutes. I checked.â
âWeâd be marathoning forever.â
He smiled. âIt wouldn't be the end of the world if we marathoned forever.â
You laughed, loud and clear. It was almost ridiculous to think of you and Mingyu in your fifties, sitting on a couch and watching yet another movie marathon in the measly hours of free time you had between work and other responsibilities.
And then it hit you. Your heart jumped to your throat.
You and Mingyu, doing the same things you did now in your fifties. You and Mingyu, sitting on a couch and watching another marathon together. You and Mingyu, swamped with work and responsibilities but still spending time with each other amidst all that.
You and Mingyu.
Your lungs were trees and there was a forest fire. It tore its way through each leaf, each branch, and it felt like that fire would burn forever. Burn until the sky had no sun and the world was in ruins. You couldnât think straight as your heart raced and your breath got caught in your throat.
âForever?â you asked in a small voice.
Mingyuâs eyes softened, more sincere and longing in them. At this point, he had gone pink beneath his golden skin. He moved his hand over yours, giving it a gentle squeeze, but all you could focus on was how the last rays of the evening shone on your best friendâs face. He was painted with sunset.
âYeah, forever,â he confirmed. âI guess this is my way of confessing, so⌠Y/N, my forever marathoner, my sunset, will you go out with me?â
You were choked up at what felt like the worst possible time to be malfunctioning. âSunsetââ
âYou saw it, right? The dedication next to my sunset picture?â he asked. âYou finally realized that Iâve been in love with you for the past four years?â
He said the words so casually, as if he was telling you the color of the sky. But you could feel the weight settle inâthe years of longing and pining.
This time, instead of just craning your neck, you turned your whole body to face him. The way he looked at you sent butterflies to your stomach, but your eyebrows pulled into a frown. You were sure that you couldnât have possibly let it slip to him that Soonyoung told you everything.
âHow did you⌠how did you know?â
He grinned, leaning back a little on his hands. âBefore you got here, Soonyoung drunk FaceTimed me and started apologizing for exposing my four-year crush on you. He also apologized for assuming that I had the balls to ask you out.â
You scoffed a little, recalling how Soonyoung was practically begging you not to tell Mingyu yourself. It only made sense that he would be the one to fess up after all that alcohol got into his system. You made a mental note to call him out on this very moment the next time you saw him.
âThings get messy when someone likes someone else in the friend group, you know?â he continued, looking over the cliffside for a moment before turning back to you. âBut, with you, I donât think I mind things getting a little messy.â
âDo you remember when Jungwoo told you I found you cute, and I told him I really said something else?â he went on, turning his head away this time. He sounded more shy when he admitted, âBeautiful. I called you beautiful.â
âI justâŚâ You faltered, trying to work up the courage to look him in the eye. When you did, the melted amber swirling in his eyes nearly made you stammer. âI didnât expect any of this.â
Mingyu must have mistook your nerves for hesitation because he immediately said, âItâs all good, Y/N. I just wanted to come clean to you. You donât have to answerââ
âNo, Mingyu,â you cut him off, breathing out the words with an edge of desperation, âI didnât expect this because I came here to ask you out.â
It was his turn to be shell-shocked. Mingyuâs pink lips parted in surprise, mouth opening and closing like he wanted to say something, but he clearly hadnât even thought of this outcome. You watched his Adamâs apple bob nervously.
He looked at your lips, then your eyes, then your lips again. He lifted his hand to touch your cheek, fingers spreading so that he could cradle your jaw. He looked transfixed, looking at you like you were far more captivating than the sunset that was playing out for you two. His eyes fluttered shut once he closed the distance and his lips met yours.
If you were his sunset, Mingyu was your sunrise. Every time he kissed or touched you, you felt warmth spread through your whole body, making you beam brighter than any star in the galaxy.
He pulled back, but he was still so close that his nose was touching yours, both of your ragged, uneven breaths mixing in the tight space between you two. He held the back of your head and pressed your foreheads together, a gesture of his that always made you feel like you were soaring.
Your voice failed you as Mingyuâs calloused hands bunched up the fabric of your shirt to glide down your back, tracing the bumps down your spine and gripping tighter once he reached your hips. It was like he was charting a map of your body, taking note of every little curve and dip he came across.
âW-weâre outside,â you stuttered out.
âNo oneâs gonna catch us. I wanna show you how I feel every time I look at you,â he murmured in a low voice that only you could hear. âLay down for me, Y/N. I want you to watch the last of the sunset while I show you how much I love you.â
You didnât reply, mostly because you wanted to let your actions speak for you. You pulled him in for a short, chaste kiss before you scooted up on the rock and laid down for him. The solid surface was uncomfortable at first, but then Mingyu had you get up for a moment so that he could spread his jacket out for you. You laid back down and looked up, gasping when you realized you had a perfect view of the setting sun.
Mingyu tugged down your shorts and underwear, making sure to carefully fold them and set them aside instead of just discarding them somewhere. Now that you could feel the coolness against your bare skin, you were grateful that his jacket was under you. He pulled his sweatpants down past his hips and hovered over you, eyes flickering up to meet yours. They were hazy, swimming with lust, but you could see his sincere adoration, too. He refused to kiss you because he didnât want to obstruct your view of the sunset.
âAre you ready?â he asked, lifting his middle and ring finger to his lips and licking them for extra lubrication.
You sucked in a sharp breath at that. âPleaseâyes.â
Slowly, Mingyu pushed his fingers inside of you, watching you bite your lip and screw your eyes shut with an amused half-smile. His thumb worked slow circles on your clit while his fingers were nestled in you.
âOpen your eyes, beautiful,â he instructed. âYouâre gonna miss the sunset.â
Finding a steady pace was no problem for Mingyu at all. He watched you squirm and moan underneath him as his fingers slid in and out of your cunt. His knuckles were glistening with your arousal, and Mingyu stared at where they disappeared inside you with unfocused eyes. He curled his fingers inside you ever-so-slightly, passing over your g-spot, and you arched your back at the feeling. Â
His name stuttered past your lips, coming out so raw and passionate that all the blood rushed to Mingyuâs cock. His boxers were tented, and you were once again intimidated by how huge he was. His bulge brushed against your thigh as he plunged his fingers into you.
You felt limp under his touch, but just when you felt prickles of heat under your skin, Mingyuâs fingers slid out of you. You nearly cried out over his false promise of a release as you dug your nails into his shoulders.
âThe sky,â he whispered. Like it was instinct, he licked his fingers clean without batting an eye. An embarrassed rush of heat sank into your cheeks. âI need to be inside you for the rest of the sunset. Fuck, I donât have a condom on me.â
You wrapped your arms around his neck loosely. âThatâs okay. You can just pull out.â You looked straight into his eyes and said, âI trust you, Gyu.â
âGo raw? Are you sure?â
âYeah, we can just get Plan B tomorrow, if anything.â
Kim Mingyu looked like he could die a happy man then and there.
He tugged down his boxers, letting his cock spring up and slap the underside of his belly. It was already huge and flushed with beads of precum collecting at his slit. Mingyu shuddered almost immediately when the cool air hit him.
He spread your legs with his large hands, and you swallowed thickly before Mingyu started rubbing the head of his cock along your slit. He made sure to smear the arousal between your legs to your clit. The last rays of the sun shone on his face, and you could see the glint of hunger in his eyes.
At this point, you were nearly begging for him, so Mingyu started pushing into you carefully. His brows were pinched and his bottom lip was sucked into his teeth while he worked his way into you, his eyes glinting with utter focus.
It was so different without the condom. Intense. Hot. The drag of his cock inside you made you falter, absolutely loving the new friction and texture you were feeling.
You swallowed down your gasp with a shuddering breath. Your tight expression slowly relaxed as Mingyuâs cock worked its way inside you. Every time you wanted to close your eyes, you snapped them back open to catch a glimpse of the blurry hues above.
âThatâs it,â he cooed, the praise only turning you on more. âYou feel so good.â
He started circling your clit with his thumb again, getting your walls to relax so that you immediately took more of him in. Mingyuâs cock twitched inside of you, causing that one muscle in your leg to twitch. You werenât sure how long you were going to be able to last if he kept teasing you like this.
When his head dipped into your opening, you sucked in a breath, but he did not enter just yet. Your hips bucked up against his, and Mingyu held them down so that he could position himself without slipping out of you. A sound that was between a deep chuckle and a grunt rumbled in his chest at your eagerness.
With little preamble, Mingyu started pushing deeper into you, letting himself sink while his breathing grew short. His cock brushed sensitive spots inside you that left your toes curling and your vision going blotchy. You watched the sky grow darker and darker, vibrant orange colors blending into deep reds.
A debauched moan bubbled past your lips once Mingyu started fucking into you slowly. Each roll of his hips brought a blinding wave of pleasure that left behind a sheen of sweat coating your body. The initial sting of penetration dissolved quickly into pleasure.
You dragged your nails down his well-defined back muscles, sighing blissfully with each thrust of Mingyuâs hips. His back muscles flexed underneath your hand as his cock worked in and out of you. He tucked his face into the crook of your neck and moaned along with you, and the look in his eyes told you that all he wanted to do was kiss you, but he was adamant on making you see the sun.
âOh my god!â you cried out once Mingyu used his free hand to lift your leg over his hip, getting a better angle so that he could plunge into you. Blinking away tears, you were nearly sobbing when you said, âI⌠I didnât say it back, Gyu. I love you, too. God, Iâve loved you back for so long, too.â
All the lust in Mingyuâs gaze had melted away, being replaced by the most loving gaze you had seen in his shining eyes. He leaned down to kiss you slowâa completely different pace from how he had been fucking you. When he pulled away, he kept his lips at the shell of your ear, whispering sweet nothings.
With his hips snapping into you at a near-animalistic pace, you were quickly reaching your peak. Mingyu seemed to take notice and rubbed your clit faster to catch you up to speed. Heat spread under your skin, making each nerve ending feel like it was on fire.
âThere,â he gasped out after he turned his gaze up for a moment. âDo you see it? The sun kissing the sky?â
He had been waiting so long for you, pining so hard, that when your orgasm ripped through you, Mingyu came almost immediately after. He groaned before pulling out of you, his strained expression melting quickly into bliss once his release came. It seemed as though Mingyu didnât want to get you dirty, so he shot his load to the side where he could hide it easily.
You looked up, and you finally saw how devastatingly beautiful the sunset was with its palette of colors exploding across the sky.
Reds. Oranges. Dying glimpses of yellows. You felt like you were experiencing a sensory overload with how the colors mixed and blended together while Mingyu was helping you ride out your orgasm.
This was it. This was the seventh heaven.
While you were still twitching from your intense orgasm, Mingyu sat up so that he could fix his pants, his chest rising and falling in tune with yours. You were still sprawled out on the rock, watching the last rays of sunlight dip below the horizon. The previously colorful sky had been drowned out by black and blue, but it was still bright enough to make out your surroundings.
âI never answered you properly,â you said after you caught your breath. The clouds rolled out of view, revealing the illuminated moon that shone down on you two. You sat up, meeting Mingyuâs curious gaze and declaring, âIâd love to go out with you.â
You had never really been able to fully understand what love was. It had been a foreign concept to you for years. When Mingyu smiled brightly and kissed you again, though, it had never been so clear to you.
You honestly felt bad for the librarian.
As soon as you and Mingyu walked into the library hand-in-hand, you heard a chorus of groans from your friend groupâs table. They were all jeering at you like they hadnât been the ones convincing you to ask out Mingyu a few days ago. This time, Ryujin was also mocking you with them.
(You had asked her to show up so that you could give her the Smiski figurine she had delivered to your house. You had no idea why your friends kept ordering things and using your address for delivery.)
Soonyoung cupped his hands over his mouth and yelled, âGet a room!â
âWeâre just holding hands!â Mingyu exclaimed. âYouâre acting like weâre in the Victorian ages.â He waved his hand to get Soonyoung to move. âGive me some room so we can work on our project together.â
You giggled and took your seat next to Mingyu, your pinkies interlocked under the table. You were sure the honeymoon phase would wear off in a few months, but for now, you couldnât get enough of each other. Of course, you kept most of your PDA behind closed doors so that your friends would taunt you, but you were happy with that.
Speaking of your friends, they were all over-the-moon when you and Mingyu announced that you were dating. Ryujin had screamed into your ear so loudly that you were pretty sure you experienced temporary hearing loss.
You and Mingyu also finally returned the whiteboard to the community room after erasing all of the sexual terminology on it. You two were surprised that you actually managed to knock out everything on both lists that hadnât been canceled. Apparently, Jeonghan had been distressed over the whiteboardâs disappearance and filed a complaint to get a new one. He got his happy ending, too, when you and Mingyu rolled it back into the room.
âY/N, Mingyu,â Jungwoo called. âBody countsâgo!â
Mingyu blinked. âOne?â he deadpanned. âWhy would it be higher than that, dude?â
It was your turn now, with all eyes on you. Before, you wondered why you even felt the need to lie about something like that. It had all seemed like such a silly concern back then, but now you realized that there had never been a rush to lose your v-card.
Now, you could confidently say, âOne.â
Because Kim Mingyuâs Guide To Losing Your Virginity really was effective.
mingyu: hey mingyu: what happens when we finish the marvel marathon
y/n: wdym
mingyu: like what do we do with our lives mingyu: 70 hours and 46 minutes mingyu: it has to end eventually mingyu: weâve been marathoning all this time with no foreseeable end until now
y/n: what did we do before the marvel marathon
mingyu: the barbie marathon
y/n: and what did we do before that
mingyu: the disney princesses marathon
y/n: and before that
mingyu: the saw marathon
y/n: exactly y/n: we will keep marathoning for as long as marathons exist
mingyu: is that your way of saying weâre forever?
y/n: yes it is
AUTHORâS NOTE ⸠if you made it all the way to the end, MUAH! thank you so much for reading !! and thank you to everyone who asked to be on the tag list, i was so floored by the love you guys showed the teaser ⥠first and foremost, i have to shoutout fia for being the reason i changed my magic mike joke to magic mingyu. i would also like to shoutout mingyu for existing because his existence is the reason why this came into fruition. also shoutout to you for reading this because wow!!! you sat through all those words??? i am so honored, really :â) i hope you enjoyed this, thank you for being on this rollercoaster with me, and i hope you look forward to my future works
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Assuming this is inches, I think some of yâall donât realize what >5 inches looks like
so we all know of the Towel Levi figure, yea?
yea uhmmm⌠if my math is right on this then
that is about how big his dick is,,,, thatâs all,,,,,
(i found the uncensored pic off of Twitter but i didnât want my post flagged so youâre gonna have to go there to find it)
#it would be perfectly fine lmao#I know that everyone talks about 8 inch this and 8 inch that but#yâall#please look at a piece of printer paper#itâs 8.5 across the top#that shit can HURT#5 ish inches is gonna be great ok
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Before you buy anything, take 5 minutes to search (preferably with a non-Google search engine like DuckDuckGo) "best [whatever] for [specific purpose if necessary]."
Make sure you look at who the reviews are from; there are a lot of bad spam sites out there, but you can find good lists on reputable sites. However, you'll get some of the best lists on Reddit.
Most of what you'll find at the top of the lists on Amazon (and Walmart) are people who have paid for that spot. You'll still have to use discernment to make sure you're picking a good review site, but I'm not kidding when i say that the last time we had to buy a plunger, I ended up on a thread on a plumber's forum where they were discussing which plunger they keep in their own bathroom. (The overwhelming winner was something called a Toilet Saber, and... it's much easier to use than the usual style of plunger, actually.)
She searches "best potato peeler" and "best pastry blender" and "best standing desk" and it seems so obvious, right, but she does it for literally everything and the average quality of things I own has gone way, way up since I started taking 5 minutes to search "best yoga socks" and "best cuticle trimmers" and then going to buy whatever it is.
Her research skills go into overdrive when it comes to big purchases; she's the one who researched our sublimation printer and found the desk I currently use. If there's an extremely passionate subreddit out there about the thing she wants to buy, she'll find it and then read half a dozen reviews.
I cannot stress enough how much she does this. About. Everything. And how much everything we own is better as a result.
It's amazing, honestly.
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I've had this story saved for a while now trying to muster the confidence to post it today is the day! I'm finally jumping straight out of my comfort zone and into new territory wish me luck... Can you tell I'm bad a naming things, title coming soontm... when I think of one.
DISCLAMER: This is my first time writing a reader fic so please be gentle. It is also my first time writing a fic that is pretty much going to be centered around smut. I am also really bad at writing Soap's accent my dyslexic brain freaks out too much, I will strive to improve though XD
Summary: Ghoap x Reader, throuple. Slow burn (sorry but not sorry). 3.7k words. Reader is female (she/her), army nurse, non descript physical features, names used: Ashe. Am I doing this right?? CW: This chapter is SFW, but in future it will get spicy so for my own sanity +18 MDNI mentions of sex, descriptions of injuries.
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âSergeant MacTavish?â You call into the hallway there are some soldiers waiting, you look up and down to see if anyone reacts to the name.Â
âSergeant John MacTavish?â You call again this time a little louder.
âHere lass!â A man calls hobbling down the hall towards you. Your breath catches in your throat, even being on a base surrounded by plenty of hunky men you had not seen anyone quite like him. His broad shoulders, thick arms and tanned skin. His fluffy mohawk, shining almost bronze in the florescent lights. To top it all off his cheeky grin is sending butterfly's racing in your stomach.
Heâs being followed by what seems like an even bigger man trying to help him wobble his way down the hall, his sharp eyes focused on making sure his friend doesnât topple over. The rest of his face is covered by a balaclava with a skull printed on it. It makes you shiver as they walked towards you. You move to the side of the door letting them in. John finds his way to a chair while the other man stands behind him. You close the door to the room going back over to the desk sitting down and opening his file on the computer.Â
âTwisted your ankle during an exercise?â You look past the monitor at him.Â
âAye, Iâm fine but LT here insisted I get it checked out.â He replies with a smile on his face thumbing behind at the man looming over him. Christ even his accent is sexy.
âAnd Iâm staying to make sure you do get it checked out properly instead of flirting your way to a few paracetamol and a cold compress.â The man said, his voice was deep, commanding. You could feel heat rush to your cheeks at the mention of flirting, but you push the thought away trying to remain professional.Â
âIt is good to get it checked even if it is just a sprain.â You move your chair round so youâre sitting in front of him.Â
âDo you mind if I take your boot off?â
âI got it lass,â he winked bending down to untie the laces, and pulled the boot off. You could tell by the scrunching of his face and the grunt he made that this was causing him pain. He put his foot back down on the floor his ankle did look swollen.Â
âHave you tried ice or a cold compress?â You ask.Â
âAye,â he replies you hear the man behind him sigh.
âWhat he means by that is he tried for about 5 minutes before he was back on his feet again.â John huffed at being called out.Â
âYouâll need to try for longer then that,â you say acknowledging the tall man behind John who now had his arms crossed. You pick the foot up watching John try to hide the pain, you only lift it up a little before decided it was going to need an x-ray.Â
âI will book an x-ray for you in the mean time if you go into the ward they will give you an ice pack and a bed.â You explain moving your chair back to the desk so you could book the appointment.Â
âDo you want any pain relief?â You ask.Â
âNa, I can barely feel it.â He says a cheeky smile on his face. You nod typing the report and waiting for the paper to print out.Â
âI can give you some crutches you really should keep your weight off it.â You stand up going to the printer.
âItâs okay love Iâve got my own crutch here.â He says hopping up on his foot and wrapping his arm round the other man. You smile handing the paper to him.
âGive this to the nurse on the ward.â You say rushing in front of them to open the door.Â
âThanks love,â he says beaming at you as he gets lead out by his friend who looks back at you and nods. You close the door to the room taking a breath out. What the hell was that? You find a smile forming on your lips as your heart flutters in your chest.Â
ââââââââ
Two days later you find yourself as the night nurse. Not that you mind itâs normally the quieter part of the job and there is no one in the ward so you donât even have to worry about trying to look busy. About an hour into your shift someone comes through the doors. You recognise him immediately as John, from a few days ago with the sprained ankle. Heâs hobbling around on crutches now, his friend is not with him ether.Â
âHello sweetheart!â He says his voice full of energy, that ever present smile on his face.Â
âHey, John did you need something?â you ask coming round from behind the nurses station.Â
âYeah actually, I was told to come pick up somethingâŚâ He trails off. âNow what was it?âÂ
âPainkillers?â You ask.Â
âNo it begin with a T I think.â He looks up to the corner of the room like he is trying to think hard about it.
âA tubigrip?â You ask.
âThatâs the one lass!â He says snapping his fingers, you canât help but laugh at his enthusiasm.Â
âSit up on the bed Iâll get you one.â You say turning to the cupboard of supplies. You pick out two sizes then walk back over to John already leaning down to untie his boots.Â
âI can do that.â You insist waving his hands away, he sighs but gives in leaning back on the bed. You carefully remove the boot looking back and checking to see how he reacts. Heâs ether getting better at hiding it or painkillers have helped. He only winces when you have to pull the boot over his heel.
âWhat did the doctor say?â You ask.Â
âSprained, Iâve been stuck behind a desk for the last two days.â He makes a pouting face as you pull his sock off.Â
âYou should sleep with it elevated that will help with the swelling.â You say pulling his trouser leg up. The swelling has definitely improved since you saw it last.Â
âI bet with a few more days of rest youâll be back on your feet like nothing happened.â You smile at him.
âI hope so lass, my unitâs being shipped out at the end of the week.â He says as you pull the tubigrip over his foot and ankle.
âOh yeah anywhere fun?â You ask.Â
âAh âfraid I canât tell you that love.â He winks, you can't tell if heâs joking or not but you pull his trouser leg back down.
âYou can keep your boot on but not too tight, and keep it elevated.â You explain putting his boot back on and loosely tying the laces.Â
âWhat painkillers are you taking?â You ask as he swivels his body round so his feet are hanging off the bed.Â
âParacetamol, oh and the doc said I could take ibuprofen too, but I donât need it I can barely feel a thing.â You look back at him chuckling, his arms flex as he pushes himself up with the crutches. You feel your cheeks heat up again.
âYou should take the ibuprofen at least it will also help with the swelling.â You force out, leaning over him to pick up his sock from the bed. He smells good, must be his aftershave. You hold the sock out for him and he sheepishly takes it out your hand shoving it in his pocket. You move back so he can hop out the ward back to the nurses station.Â
âWell it was nice seeing you againâŚâ He trails off like heâs trying to remember your name his eyes squinting. You cover your badge teasing him. He chuckles.Â
âLT is the one with the better memory.â He says turning his body to the doors.Â
âAshe.â You reply uncovering your badge.
âWell then Ashe it was nice to see you again.â His smile is infectious and you could have sworn he winked at you.Â
âGood luck on your deployment,â You call back as he pushes his way through the doors.Â
âI donât need luck.â He winks at you. Okay that time it was definitely a wink and it made the butterflies come back to your belly. You sit down at the nurses station with a smile on your face and heat in your cheeks.
ââââââââ
One week later you get a text out of the blue.
Hey, this Ashe?Â
Itâs an unknown number youâre tempted to ignore it, but something inside you forces you to answer it.Â
Yeah, whoâs this?
Itâs only seconds later a response comes.
Itâs Johnny, with the fucked up ankle.Â
Holy shit, you choke on your drink, coughing as the liquid has now gone in your windpipe. You take a few more sips trying to sooth it. How the hell did he get my number?Â
How did you get my number?
From a friend of a friend..
You canât help but chuckle, is this real? Did he make his deployment? You realise you havenât seen him round the base in a few days, and you would know youâve been looking. Sometimes without even realising it any time you see a broad tanned soldier hairs stand up on the back of your neck and you crane to look only to be disappointed. His friend with the skull mask, you found out his name was lieutenant Riley. You know you definitely hadnât seen him.Â
AnywayâŚWant to get coffee?Â
Such a simple request has your heart thumping in your chest.Â
When?Â
You reply without thinking, your leg starts to jump under the table nervousness washing over you. Coffee? With me? Why?
How about that coffee place just outside the base, tomorrow 1300?
Your heart is pounding now your throat dry. Is this a date?Â
Sure :)
Was the smiley too much, you put your phone down embarrassed. You hear it buzz picking up the courage to lookÂ
See ya there :)
You let out a breath your leg stops jumping. Coffee with Johnny, surely itâs just a friendly thing to say thank you for helping with his ankle. It doesn't matter if it is or not but heâs on your mind for the rest of the day until you go to bed.Â
ââââââââ
You show up early, the butterfly's have not left your stomach since the moment you woke up. You managed to switch your shift with another nurse so you could be here instead. Coffee sounded like too much especially with your nerves you opted for a tea. You find yourself checking your watch almost every second, your back is to the door each time it opens your heart stops and you turn to look. Jesus calm down woman, itâs just coffee. You try to tell yourself. A few minutes later and a few sips of hot tea, you start to calm.Â
âHey there lass.â You hear the familiar Scottish accent behind you. You turn in your chair to see him. Heâs smiling of course he is he sits down in the chair opposite you. His skin looks darker or maybe itâs just the light in the room, his hair looks like itâs been freshly groomed. You get a proper look at his eyes, a beautiful deep blue. You canât help finding yourself smiling.
âHey,â You reply. He chuckles almost like he can feel the nervousness radiating off you.Â
âWhatâs your poison?â He asks pointing at your cup.Â
âEh tea.â You reply realising youâve almost finished it.Â
âTypical brits,â he sighs playfully as he gets up.Â
âLet me get it, you should rest your ankle.â You say quickly stopping him in his tracks.Â
âDonât worry love itâs been solid for a few days now.â You sigh thatâs good at least. He gets up walking over to the counter. You take out a deep breath, your head following him as he orders beaming at the staff his accent cutting through the mumbling of the other patrons. You look back at your tea finishing it off as Johnny comes back with the drinks. He smiles as he sits down putting the tea in front of you.Â
âThank you,â You say warming your hands on the new mug.Â
âNe problem donât you worry about it, Iâm supposed to be treating you,â You feel yourself blushing again as that cheeky look comes back on his face. Â
âWhy?â You blurt out before you can stop yourself. He chuckles.
âYou helped me with my ankle, I wanted to say thank you.â He says as a matter of fact.Â
âItâs my job,â you reply shrugging, feeling a rush of embarrassment washing over you. âYou could have just caught me on the base.â
âYeah,â Now his cheeks looked like they were changing to a gorgeous shade of pink.Â
âDid you manage to get deployed?â You ask trying to move the subject on. He smiles leaning back in his chair.
âNa, whole thing got cancelled, I spent a few days in London.â He says smiling.
âWas Riley-I mean-lieutenant Riley was he with you?â You blurt out sipping your tea so the word vomit would stop.Â
âSimon?â Johnny asked his smile getting bigger. âOh yeah we spend a lot of time together.â
âHuh, thatâs nice you must be a tight unit.â You say calming yourself. So his name was Simon, Simon Riley.
âWhat about you what have you been up to?â He leans forward sipping his coffee.
âWork, nothing really.â You smile.
âWhenâs your next leave?â He asks.Â
âTwo weeks.â He nods like he's thinking about something his lips pressed together. He leans forward on the table more.
âThere was another reason I wanted to see you.â He says, his smile disappearing. You hold your breath in anticipation of what heâs going to say next. He takes a breath in for a second looking you in the eyes.
âI really wanted to see you again.â He said, okay thatâs not bad. You almost want to laugh at how worked up you got yourself. He just wants to say thank you, heâs buying you coffee because he wantâs to be nice. You helped him with his ankle. Now heâs asking if youâre single.
Wait what? Â Â
âSingle?â You ask, your brain trying to comprehend what you missed. He nods his smile coming back, at least that puts you at ease.Â
âYeah, Iâm single. Are you single?â It seems like the appropriate time to ask him too. His lips are pressed together again like heâs trying to formulate a sentence in his head.Â
âItâs complicated,â A cheeky smile forms on his lips as he sips his coffee.Â
âWhat do you mean itâs complicated? Do you have a girlfriend?â You ask frowning at him.
âNo.â He replies flatly.
âA boyfriend?â He puts his coffee down.Â
âI wanted to see you cos Iâve spent the last week tryinâ te get ya out my head and itâs impossible.â He said leaning forward. You blush at his words.Â
âWhat do you mean itâs complicated though?â Your heart beating faster in your chest you canât tell if itâs the caffeine from the tea or the words from Johnnyâs mouth but it was getting harder to concentrate.Â
âIâm married to my work.â He says leaning back. You sigh, this has happened before. âI canât be with you the job is too importantâ Itâs all too familiar, finding love when every one around you is throwing their lives on the front line is near impossible.Â
âI get it,â You say trying not to hide your disappointment.Â
âCâmon lass it donât mean we canât still be mates.â He says it sounds almost like a plea. You feel sad and drained, you didnât know what to expect from the meeting but you weren't expecting to feel like you just got dumped by someone you didnât even date. You look at Johnny his blue eyes look sad, he grips the handle of his coffee mug.Â
âItâs okay, you seem like a nice guy but I know how this goes. Weâll talk maybe have sex a few times but sooner or later youâll move on, or be deployed or Iâll move on or be stationed somewhere elseâŚâ You look at Johnny finishing the rest of your tea. And moving to stand up. He reaches out to you trying to get you to stay.Â
âCâmon let me at least walk you back to the base.â You canât help but see the pleading in his eyes his usual smile warms your heart. You go up and place a kiss on his cheek.Â
âItâs okay Johnny, I need to go into town anyway.â You smile your hand patting his chest, you can feel the tight muscles under your hand only making it harder to turn away. But you pull your hand off his chest and head for the door.
ââââââââ
You make it two weeks having to almost actively avoid Johnny. Since whatever mission he was supposed to be on was cancelled heâd been helping round the base with all kinds of different things. You would bump in to him all the time, your eyes always betraying you and wandering to him whenever he was in your view. He spent a lot of time with Simon, the âbig scary skull guyâ some of the other nurses would call him.Â
âI heard his face was burnt off in a horrible accident.â One of them said one day as we were eating lunch in the mess. Your eyes had barely left Johnnyâs face he was sat a few tables ahead of you. He seemed to like the fact you were always watching him. His eyes meeting yours and smiling. Sometimes you would look up and it would Simon's eyes staring you down. His gaze would always send shivers up your spine, the hairs on the back of your neck would stand up. The nurses giggling as they spread rumours about him. It was enough to piss you off, making you snap at them about spreading rumours like that.
âWeâre not in secondary school anymore! Show some respect.â You snapped leaving the table. You knew you could feel Johnnyâs eyes digging into you.Â
When you made it home you welcomed the rest. Your small London apartment had been rented out for the few months you had been away, the place was going to need a good clean tomorrow. The thought of sleeping in a bed that had been home to a stranger for 5 months felt icky so you ended up curling up on the sofa turning the TV on for background noise. Your mind turning to Johnny. Wonder what heâs doing? Think heâs still at the base?
Your mind somehow turned to Simon too, thinking back to all the rumours youâd heard. None of them even remotely sounding plausible. Who cares, he has his reasons for the mask, itâs none of my business. Your phone buzzed and you reached over to pick it up.Â
Make it home safe?Â
It was Johnny, he hadnât texted you since the coffee date. Well date was the wrong word.Â
Yeah.
You hover over the send button wondering if this was a good idea or not. You take a deep breath in and hit send throwing the phone to the other side of the couch going back to watch whatever distraction was on the TV. You donât even remember falling asleep.
Youâre woken by a knock at the door, you look out the window the sun is peaking through the clouds, you check your watch its 10am. There is another knock. You pull yourself off the couch stiff from sleeping in such an awkward position.
âIâm coming.â You call yawning, looking through the peep hole.Â
What the fuck?Â
You open the door.Â
âJohnny?â You ask shocked.
âHey,â He says, his smile radiating off his face, his hair is a mess he looks like heâs barely slept. You look at him in stunned silence shaking your head.Â
âI wasnât completely honest with you.â He says. âCan I come in? Iâll be quick I promise.âÂ
âNot really the best opening line if you want to get into someone's flat.â You say.
âScouts honour.â He says holding up 3 fingers. You roll your eyes and step aside so he can come in.Â
âWhen I said it was complicated, itâs not cos Iâm married to the jobâŚâ He trails off standing in your kitchen so there is at least a foot distance between you two.Â
âI am married, to Simon.â Your mouth falls open at the revelation.
âSimon Riley?â you ask, almost shaking your head in disbelief.
âYeah,â He shrugs.
âSo youâre gay?â You say, but it feels like a question.Â
âYeah, well Bi, both of us. Thatâs why itâs complicated.â You shake your head not quite understanding. He seemed nervous all of a sudden.
âWell, we both still like women, and, you know-or I guess you donât know-we experimented threesomes and what not.â He ran his hand through his hair. âThere is something different about you, weâve both been obsessed with you, canât get you out our heads.âÂ
âBoth?â You ask, your mouth still hanging open.Â
âAye, Simonâs not good with words though, or at least not till he gets to know ya.â He chuckles running his hand through his hair again. You take a deep breath out. Â
âWhat do you want Johnny?â You ask. Is he asking me for sex? A threesome?Â
âHave coffee with me and Simon.â He says.
âThatâs it coffee?â You ask.Â
âYeah.â He says nodding.Â
âYou came all the way to my flat to ask me to have coffee with you and Simon?â You fold your arms, you canât tell if you feel disappointed itâs not sex or annoyed that heâs basically invaded your privacy for something so trivial. He shrugs. You close your eyes for a second thinking about it. You sigh, itâs not like you have anything better to do while youâre on leave, and it is only coffee. You take a big breath in opening your eyes. Johnnyâs smiling again, the smile that makes your heart skip a beat and the butterfly's wake up.Â
âOkay.â You nod, You donât get chance to finish your thought cos heâs thrown his arms round you squeezing you.Â
âThank you, thank you.â He says breaking from the hug. Your cheeks are definitely red now after feeling his body pressed against yours. You canât help smiling. He reaches over for the door handle.
âIâll text you a time and a place,â you nod as he goes out the door.
âHey Johnny how did you find my address?âÂ
âA friend of a friend,â he smiles up at you from the stairs. You shake your head in disbelief. What the hell just happened? Â Â
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Synopsis: you were called in for the night shift unexpectedly, and now have to spend the next - 5 hours - with the on-shift manager, Sukuna. based on this ask.
Characters: Sukuna x reader. Other jjk characters mentioned, but not a major point in the plot.
Content: Minors Do Not Interact! smut, afab! reader, fem! reader, manager! Sukuna (sorry, no four-armed, two-cocked royal monster for this one unfortunately), suggestiveness, cursing, mentions of female masturbation, public sex if you squint (outdoors), pet/affectionate names, age gap kiinda, big dick! Sukuna (duh), cunnilingus (m! receiving), probably other stuff i forgot.
Word count: 11.6k (holy SHIT)
Notes: it's time for a new arc on this page bitches. Toji is my one and only forever as you all know but everyone deserves to read ab sucking off their fave fictional character at your imaginary place of work :) @scorpiosugar
âBehind!â you hear someone yell from, well, behind you for the tenth time that hour. It was well past the restaurantâs usual rush hours, but customers were steadily pouring in through the large glass doors you could see through the crowd up front.
You had clocked in a few hours ago, you remind yourself, peering at the ticking clock overhead, silently willing the hour hand to reach ten oâclock already. Only three hours left, you cheer to yourself, trying to remind yourself how good your paycheck would look after picking up the extra shift. Someone had called out earlier, leaving the on shift manager to ring you much too early on your off day, all but begging for your assistance. Regrettably you agreed, knowing the extra money couldnât hurt. Itâs not like you had plans anyway, unfortunately.
Your usual on shift manager was Shoko, and while she ran a tight ship, being in the kitchen was fun with her. She made sure things were done properly, but she didnât mind if you slacked off as long as your responsibilities were handled first. She even let you take smoke breaks, knowing damn well you didnât smoke. She recognized your work ethic and wanted to keep you around as long as she could, even if that meant letting you dip out the back door for a fifteen minute breather every now and then.
âY/n?!â You hear a booming voice to your left, snapping you out of whatever daze you were in.
âYou gonnaâ run the food or not?â Sukuna asks.
The dreaded Sukuna. Youâve barely worked with him before as he switched to nights almost right after you started, and you were on day shift. While youâve never had any bad interactions with him, everyone at the restaurant said he was such a pain to work for, and you werenât willing to find out just how much of a pain he could be today.
You were usually in the back of the restaurant, quickly prepping and cooking whatever stupid order came out of the noisy ticket printer along with the rest of the kitchen staff. However, due to the short staffing on this fine Friday, you were held responsible for not only prepping the meals, but running them to a certain section of tables the other wait staff couldnât cover. It was only a few tables, but you hated going into the main part of the restaurant. You chose the back for its seclusiveness, and the staff back here were much more enjoyable to be around. Plus, you werenât a stranger to wiping your hands on your shirt or apron, dirtying up your all black attire soon into every shift. Walking out into the semi-fancy restaurant with a towel tucked into your hip, sauce stains on your apron, and sweat beading at your forehead was not your preferred method of presenting yourself to theâŚlovely customers.
âS-Sorry, yeah,â you say back quickly, grabbing your tray and hoisting it on top of your shoulder for added support. You bump open the swinging doors with your hip, rushing to your table. You canât believe you missed the signature âding!â that accompanied a completed tray. You swore you heard that ding in your sleep, haunting your peaceful moments at rest more than a few times a week. Must have missed it this time, though.
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Finally. You heave a sigh you had been holding in for the last hour. You had most of your tables cleared or taken care of, and you had a moment in the kitchen to yourself to catch your breath. The night was finally dying down, and you only had a little over an hour left. Maybe you wouldnât die a slow and painful death in the back of the restaurant tonight, and maybe youâd be able to go home to your cozy bed in due time (almost as if you did every night).
Wiping the sweat from your brow, you turn to look for Sukuna, desperate for a break. It takes a minute, but you run into him (almost literally) as heâs taking a step out of his cramped office.
âShit, sorry -â
âMy bad-â
You both mutter, tripping over the words as you both look for an apology for nearly toppling over one another. You chuckle as he reaches his hand behind his neck, grabbing it and sighing as he lets his arm rest there. You take careful attention to note how his forearms looked like they might split the two buttons neatly fastened at his wrists.
âCan I go on my smoke break now? Just need a few,â you ask, hoping he wouldnât bust your balls about it.
âUh, sure, Iâll meet you out there,â he says before he turns back into his office, leaving the door only slightly ajar.
Meet you out there? What was this, a soccer match? You have no time to waste in responding and immediately turn on your heels, shuffling through the crowd of servers, cooks, and busboys galore to the back door.
Sure, he could just need a smoke too. Heâs been here far longer than you today and the heavy bags that decorate his eyes didnât go unnoticed by you - or anyone for that matter.
You leave the door propped open behind you with a random piece of wood sitting outside, not wanting to have to bang on the door again for someone to let you in after it automatically locks - a mistake you only let yourself make once twice. The cool air hits you immediately as you search for your trusty milk crate you fashioned as a stool. You try not to get on your phone during your break, only using it to set a timer or check your texts if you had to. You liked to take this time to detach from the busy building behind you, taking in concentrated, steady breaths.
You set the too-short timer on your phone, raising up your hip to slide it back into your rear pocket. On busy days like these, especially days where you were supposed to be off, watching reruns of whatever peaked your fancy on the couch, you felt the need for a cigarette. You used to smoke in your college days at parties or if someone offered, never wanting to cross the line of buying a pack for yourself. You wouldnât even know what to ask for anyways.
But on days like these, it almost felt necessary. You continue your breathing, leaning your neck down to stretch the sore muscles as you place your face in your hands. You rub your eyes, thanking god you didnât accidentally pop one out as you received the biggest scare you had in a while.
âJesus Christ!â You blurt, totally forgetting that your manager was planning on accompanying you for your break. You hadnât even heard the heavy metal door creek and strain as it opened, there was no flash of light from inside the building, nothing. Weird.
âYou meditatinâ or something?â He asks, seeming the most unconcerned you had ever seen him. He reaches behind him, pulling out a shiny, new pack of cigarettes, still tightly wrapped in cellophane. He rips the plastic packaging with his teeth, and it almost looks like heâs flashing a smile at you.
He raises his eyebrows at you with an attitude, non verbally demanding an answer as he hits the pack bottom down on his palm with a loud thwap! thwap!
âNo,â you answer plainly, âjust on my break.â He pulls a fresh cigarette from the pack before bringing it up to his lips. He pats his pockets, frantically searching for something to accompany his cigarette.
âGot a lighter?â He says, muffled by the thin stick.
âNope,â you offer, not bothering to throw in an apology like you usually would.
He huffs, turning swiftly back into the restaurant after he mutters a low, âuselessâ that he assumes you didnât hear. He yells from inside of the restaurant, asking some shiu? for a lighter.
Heâs quickly stepping back outside, cupping the lighter in both hands before he shields the end of his cigarette. He flicks the start wheel, and you try your damndest not to admire how good he looks softly illuminated by the flame. He pulls in a heavy drag as you watch the tip of his cigarette turn to hot ash.
He huffs, blowing out a large cloud into the wind, âWatchuâ starinâ for?â
You hoped he wouldnât notice.
âGot nothinâ else to look at. Besides the dumpster, I guess,â you add, motioning to the container of literal hot garbage that was all too close to you two.
âGood to know Iâm better to look at than piles of shit,â he says, not attempting to muffle the slight chuckle that escapes.
âDonât flatter yourself,â you say, reaching back into your pocket to check how much time you had left. 8 minutes.
He huffs again, but decides to keep his quip to himself for timeâs sake.
âWhy arenât you smoking on your smoke break?â He asks, trying his hardest to appear like he doesnât actually want to know.
âDunnoâ. I donât smoke that much,â you respond. But it just wasnât good enough.
âI could snitch on you for that, yaâ know?â He threatens, waiting to see if youâd stand up for yourself or cower meekly like the rest of his subordinates when he applied even the slightest pressure.
You laugh, âDo it then. Shoko doesnât care,â you tell him truthfully. She knew from the jump you didnât smoke and still allowed it, stating that if anyone tried to bitch at you for it to blame it on her. Which you wholeheartedly did.
âGood for her,â he adds, not knowing whether to be offended or impressed by your brevity. âBut right now, Iâm your manager,â he says as he crouches down, wanting to look you eye to eye.
You ignore the flush you feel rise up your neck. You felt yourself fawning under his gaze, paying too much attention to the purse of his lips as he took yet another extended drag of his cigarette.
You had to keep your composure, even though he wasnât the ugliest person youâd ever seen. You were used to standing up for yourself in the kitchen. Being a woman in a kitchen environment is not for the weak, and this fact you knew too well. You didnât even feel like you were that attractive, but you couldnât count on all fingers and toes how many hands youâve had to swat back or advances youâve had to decline from the creepy older men that worked beside you.
You didnât want to spend the - you check - 6 minutes you had left on your break arguing with a manager you barely knew.
âThen gimmeâ one or Iâll go back in,â you offer. You hated to ask, but a cigarette may help you chug through this last hour of your shift.
He smirks, pressing his hand on his knee to help himself stand. Youâre hidden in his shadow now, only faintly lit by the dim street light nearby. He reaches in his pocket again, letting out a sigh as he meets your question with a proposition: âClose for me, then sure. You can even restart your fuckinâ timer for all I care.â He adds, becoming annoyed by how often you were checking your phone in front of him, as if you didnât want to be outside with him or something.
He has to be kidding. It was Friday and the restaurant closed at 1, and with how busy it was, youâd be lucky to be out of there by 2:30.
âClose?!â You say with the upmost attitude you can muster. He was insane if he thought you were staying that long.
âChoose,â is all he says before he reaches one hand towards the doorknob, the other outstretched to you, a fresh cigarette in hand.
Fuck. You ran through the pros and cons in your mind. The money wouldnât hurt, but you were so tired. Your feet were aching and your back was in knots. But again, the money. The sole reason you took this extra shift in the first place. The extra fifteen minutes plus a cigarette seemed enough to convince you in the needy state you were in. You were ready to accept your fate before Sukuna butts in with a⌠countdown?
âThree,â he spits, growing impatient.
You wanted to test that patience. Maybe it was the rumors youâd heard about big, bad Sukuna.
âTwo.â
But maybe it was the way he looked towering over you, presenting you with options he had selfishly picked, not caring for a compromise. He was the manager after all.
âO-,â
âGimme that,â you interrupt, reaching to grab the cigarette out of his cold hand. You hate that you noticed his hands, but the dim lighting outside provided you little room to work with in terms of hand eye coordination. Your fingertips brush his lightly, and you would have thought he was losing circulation if you didnât know any better.
He leans back against the wall as he watches you restart your timer, purposefully ignoring the previous brush of your manicured hands against his.
You motion for him to hand you the lighter, to which he smirks, crossing his large arms across his chest.
âNope,â he mimics your word from earlier, putting extra emphasis on the âpâ sound with a pop of his lips. He was doing anything to get under your skin.
âWhat do you mean nope?â You ask as you take the cigarette back out of your mouth.
âSay please and Iâll think about it,â he teases.
14 minutes.
You were too old for this shit.
You stand abruptly, turning back into the restaurant as you swing the door open with a huff. Sukuna squints behind you, the bright kitchen lights burning his sleep deprived eyes. You rush to his office, pilfering through drawer after drawer to find a lighter. You knew the desk well - it was shared by all the managers. You and Shoko had many conversations in this office after closing time, enjoying each others company as she complained about the weird customers youâd have throughout the night.
Bingo. A bright red lighter peeks out from underneath some old mail, a faint, small âsâ written on the side in black sharpie. How cute. Maybe his mom sewed his initials into his undies, too.
Youâre already lighting the cigarette before the door closes behind you, pulling in a much needed puff as you sit down back on your crate, and you are far from the picture of grace. Hair messy, face sweaty, and you nearly tumble off the crate from the sheer force of sitting down with such an attitude.
Sukuna tries to avoid your gaze as you come back out, instead occupying himself with following the small beads of sweat that fall down your temple. The sweaty, curled hair by your ears. The sleepy, heavy eyes that cut him such a nasty look.
You pull in and sigh, thankful for the fifteen minute vice youâve allowed yourself for the night.
âHm - thatâs mine,â he taunts, surprised you were so forward to go through his desk. Heâd have to talk to you about that later.
You hold it up, showing him the little âsâ on the side with a sarcastic smile. You toss it to him without warning, laughing to yourself as he misses entirely, dropping it on the ground at his feet.
âClumsy,â you mutter, and you swear his eyes widen slightly, followed by a barely noticeable pink hue across his nose.
No one ever spoke to him like this. His employees seemed so frightened by him, although he couldnât say for sure why. He was stern, but he noticed most of his attempts at âbondingâ with his workers fell short. He felt himself fulfilling the role of the angry, harsh manager more often than heâd like to admit.
You grew uncomfortable with each moment - the silence was deafening as you tried to find something to say, but he beats you to it.
âUh, I didnât mean to snap at you earlier,â he professes, actively avoiding your gaze. Although you were busy looking at the dumpster as opposed to him, he wouldnât know. He kept his eyes trained on his feet. He hated apologizing.
âWhat?â You ask simply. You knew what moment he was referring too, but you needed to milk this rare vulnerability he was showing.
âJesus.. earlier. I raised my voice. The fuckinâ bellâs messed up and I guess you didnât hear it.â
So you werenât going insane! It made you feel better knowing it was (or wasnât?) a figment of your imagination. But you felt a little bad for the guy. His macho attitude was long gone as he tokes his cigarette, still avoiding eye contact.
âYou donât have to apologize,â you offer, not knowing what else to say.
âIâm not,â he spits, meeting your gaze with his once more. You hate that it gives you goosebumps.
âSounds like it, to me,â you say, trying to hold your smile.
âJust explaining. Not apologizing. Two different things.â He says harshly. He really did not appreciate you trying to take advantage of his half-apology.
You fail at finding something to say, letting the silence linger for too long again. You were desperate for his break to be over, but he seemed to be intent on staying with you the entire time.
6 minutes.
âWhyâd you switch to nights?â You begin, needing to cut the tension with something. You were curious if he was maybe in school or had some responsibilities that kept him busy during the day.
Again, that small blush. The barely there crimson hues spreads further than last time, covering his cheeks and if you werenât mistaken, his ears. With his hair, he was turning to a pastel strawberry before your very eyes.
He clears his throat, âYou looked like trouble,â he admits.
Youâre hit with a flood of confusion. Most importantly, the reason he switched was because of you? Secondly, why did he have to use that phrase? It was more demeaning than he knew, and quite frankly -
âFor me,â he finishes.
âWhat?â You huff, growing frustrated with his choice of words.
âYou looked like trouble for me,â he corrects himself.
What the hell does that even mean?
He notices the utter confusion painted on your pretty face. He throws his cigarette on the ground beneath him, smushing it out before he grabs the lighter from his feet.
Turning back into the restaurant, he answers your unsaid question.
âI tend to go after women that look like you,â is all he says before heâs back in the restaurant, making sure to close the door tightly behind him.
Go after? What was he, a fucking tiger?
You canât lie and act like the compliment (?) didnât make your ego swell a bit. But switching his entire schedule because he was, what, scared of you? Worried he might âcome afterâ you? You needed to know more, simply to have gossip for when you work with Shoko next.
Your timer still reads 4 minutes left, but your craving for the cigarette has long since subsided. You snuff it out, wringing your hands together before rubbing them on your jeans, desperate to get the sickly smell off of your fingertips.
From inside the restaurant, you can sense an influx of tickets printing. You hear feet start to bustle about, pots and pans clanging together, and that same loud voice barking orders at his employees. You only had three minutes left, but you couldnât get the last 20 out of your mind. Youâd find a point to bring it up to him later, you were sure of it.
You stand with a grunt, stretching your arms over your head before you turn to face the door - that Sukuna had so graciously shut behind him. You bang on the door with a closed fist, a loud boom! boom! boom! echoing through the nearly vacant lot behind you.
After your eighth or so hit, the handle turns, and youâre met with tufts of pink hair before anything else. You scoff.
âMissed me that much, huh?â He teases, and youâre taken aback. All of the previous conversation you had with him could be taken totally innocently, all except for that last minute or so. But you wouldnât be wrong in thinking he was outright flirting with you.
You roll your eyes, shoving past him as he chuckles. You werenât going to be stuck here with him until the wee hours of the morning, so itâs best you get started on your closing tasks asap. You didnât close all too often, and you didnât want to get overwhelmed with the responsibilities of shutting down the restaurant for the night.
You get back to your station, quickly catching up with what entree is currently being prepped. You try to keep your hands and mind busy, well aware of Sukunaâs looming presence in the kitchen. Before your actual smoke break, you tried your best to avoid him, not wanting to become subject to his bitching if you werenât on your A-game. Now, you felt like being on this supposed A-game was impossible. You were exhausted, your body ached, and you were somehow convinced to close despite the very loud voice in your head protesting that decision.
Now, you had to deal with Sukunaâs gaze peering into the back of your skull. It made you nervous and you hated that, hated that you allowed him even an inkling of control over how you felt. But you couldnât lie to yourself and pretend it didnât affect you. You had to remind yourself that this was your manager, at least for tonight, and you were his employee. His stare was probably nothing more than a desperate attempt at calling you out on a mistake.
Right?
Is all you can ask yourself when you turn towards the trash can, potato peels in your cupped hands, when you catch him staring. He was leaned against a wall behind you, notepad in hand with the end of his pen affixed between his teeth. His eyes were glued to your ass before he scans your full body, taking in all of you before his eyes meet yours. Both of your eyes widen, shocked at how openly he was ogling your body. You feel the familiar blush rise up your neck again, and you couldnât mistake a similar one appearing on Sukunaâs face. It was a brighter pink under the fluorescence of the kitchen lights. He threads his hand through his hair before he rushes to Nobara, quick to reprimand her for overcooking a steak. As if he wasnât just drinking in the image of you.
You had to find time to talk to him, and soon. While you werenât incredibely angry that he seemed to be interested in you, you didnât want to assume he was incorrectly.
Another ticket prints as youâre placing the rest of your current ticket on the tray in front of you, ringing the stupid bell extra hard to ensure the wait staff hear it. You grab the ticket before you let out an exaggerated heave - it was a dessert order. Almost all of the desserts at the restaurant were pre-frozen or in the walk in, and there was never any actual cooking involved for the most part. You wipe your hands on your apron, turning for the walk in.
You yank on the comically large handle, the freezing air covering you in chills. The particular order had a side of ice cream, so you walk through the cool part of the walk in to the freezer door, yanking again on another stupid handle. The air in the freezer was nothing compared to the cooler, and you could already see your fingers turning red underneath the LED bulb above the door. The walk in was a mess, and the freezer even more so. You squat near the door, pilfering through the many items adorning the shelves. It didnât help that the ice cream container was in a large cardboard box, similar to nearly every item in the freezer.
You stand, ready to step to the next shelf in your quest for ice cream, until you feel a nudge on your back, followed by a brief âscuse meâ from a now familiar voice. For the second time that night, he scares you so badly you think you could faint.
âWhy are you so fuckinâ quiet?â You hiss, to which he shoots you a confused look from over his shoulder. He was pulling in a cart from the make line, full of containers and sauce bottles. He walked in back first, leaving nothing to your imagination as his tight black button up hugged his⌠very muscular back. Itâs not like you knew him well at all, but you didnât know him to be an avid gym-goer.
âGonnaâ help me or you wannaâ keep eye fucking me?â He grunts, failing to notice how all of your breath was caught in your chest.
Eye fucking? I mean yeah, you were admiring him. But you hadnât even thought about anything sexual. Up until now. You felt delirious being up so late, and it had been a while since you got laid. And he still wasnât the ugliest person on the planet.
He shifts to the other side of the cart, grabbing the necessary items and putting them on their applicable shelf. You notice how heâs able to grab nearly everything single-handed, whereas it took you both hands and a hoist of your knee to get some of the heavier items up on the high shelves. His hands were large with clean, neat nails trimmed short underneath a layer of shiny black polish. His sleeves were bundled at the midway of his forearms, revealing two black banded tattoos that wrapped around each of his wrists. You wondered if those were the only ones.
He lifts a heavier box over his head, shoving it in a back corner of the top shelf. You canât miss the slight untuck of his shirt, the hardened âvâ that appears from underneath, and the tufts of blonde hair, starting at his belly button, trailing down to his -
âEye fuckinâ it is then, huh?â He laughs as he turns to face you, leaning on the cart with one arm. His other arm is busy lazily tucking his shirt back in, his large hand repeatedly dipping underneath his waistband to smooth his shirt over his pelvis. You swear the shirt is tucked in enough, and has been for the last few seconds as he continues tucking and smoothing the fabric. He notices your eyes dart to his hand and he decides to leave it in his waistband, a feeble attempt to warm his cold hands and keep your attention trained to his waist. You stumble over your words, not even bothering to find an explanation.
âWhat is going on here? Like.. what are you trying to do?â You ask.
âWhat?â He scoffs, refusing to believe youâd call him out on his long glances and repeated attempts to be near you.
You cross your arms, shivering, as you wait for him to respond with an answer.
He pauses.
âCan we talk about it not in the freezer?â He asks, crossing both arms over his large chest as heâs shivering now too.
âWhere then?â You ask, surprised that he even knew what the âitâ was you were referring to.
âMeet me in the cooler when youâve finished your tickets,â he adds before heâs grabbing the cart and pushing the freezer door open into the cooler to leave.
So it wasnât just your imagination. You had no clue where this conversation could lead, but you were eager to see. Now, finishing your tickets was the priority, which brings you back to the ice cream. Oh. Sukuna had replaced it when he came in and you were too busy gawking to notice. You grab the container, rushing out of the walk in to be met with a loud yelp from Nobara, exclaiming that she thought youâd died in there. Seems you werenât the only one getting scared tonight.
You only had four more tickets, and one was a drink order for the bar, thankfully. You rush to finish, needing the customers gone as soon as possible so you could start fully cleaning the back. You definitely werenât rushing so you could talk to Sukuna. Definitely.
In your hurry, you spill sauce onto your workstation close to the edge, some of it spilling onto your apron. Instinctually, you scoot your hips back from the table quickly in an attempt to avoid further dirtying your clothes, to no avail. In your motion, you accidentally thrust your hips into something - no, someone, behind you. While bumping into someone in the kitchen is no rare occasion, you could tell by the huff of breath let out behind you that the hips you just pushed your ass on belonged to Sukuna.
Was he hard?
You felt embarrassed even thinking of a question like that, but it was for good reason. The half-second you had your hips aligned with his allowed you to feel some sort of.. length pushed against you. There was no mistaking it. You look back to him over your shoulder as heâs stepping away from you, and he rolls his eyes at you. Not in a good, âoh god her ass is heavenlyâ type of way. In a, âyou can do better than thatâ type of way.
One more hour.
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You finish your tickets, taking extra precautions not to make any more messes. You go to look for Sukuna, but heâs nowhere to be found. Heâs not in the kitchen, and his office door is propped open to an empty seat. You ask a coworker if theyâve seen him, and they only answer with a shrug. You glance to the back door, and itâs closed shut. You head to the walk in anyways, assuming heâll meet you there in due time.
Until the door is pushed into you. A large hand grabs your wrist, pulling you in. Youâre yanked into the cold and backed into the door before you can even let out a gasp. Sukuna stands opposite you, eyes too hooded and low for you to discern how he may be feeling (not that you care).
âTalk,â he says, waiting for you to lead.
âIâm the one that asked you the question. Remember?â You ask, adding a sarcastic smile for good measure.
âYou asked me two questions. Remember?â He asks, pitching his voice an octave or two to mimic you.
At this point, you didnât remember what the hell you asked specifically. You were so drained from the day you could have asked him ten questions and youâd be none the wiser. You nod your head 'no'.
âYou wanted to know âwhatâs going on hereâ and âwhat Iâm trying to doâ. Two different questions, woman.â
The nickname makes you squirm internally. You felt desperate - too desperate even. You knew he had a few years on you, although you didn't know how many. You were in your mid-twenties and he couldn't have been more than thirty-five. But still, the difference was there. Even if you two shared a birth year, he was still in a position of power over you. Regardless of how often you two worked together, he was a manager, and you were a line cook. Every voice in your mind is begging you to leave, but your feet are glued to the cold metal floor.
âYeah, s-sorry. What is going on?â
He notices your nervousness and he wishes it didnât make him feel so fucking flustered. Last time he checked, he wasnât a horny teenager anymore.
âWell, weâre unfortunately at our place of employment, on the clock. Iâm your manager. Youâre my employee,â he says, taking the smallest step towards you, âand that about covers it. Unless you think thereâs something else going on.â
Thereâs no way heâs trying to pull the fucking stupid card.
âI know thereâs something else going on, Sukuna. I saw you staring,â you spit. You caught him swallowing after you said his name, which would have been cuter if you werenât currently freezing to death.
âJust because I stare doesnât mean somethingâs going on,â he says with a smirk, shamelessly letting his eyes trail your body again, lingering when his eyes meet your chest to commit to memory how your nipples cut through your shirt in the cold of the walk in.
You huff, raising your voice to emphasize your point, âThen why are you walking around with a fuckinâ hardon?â
You barely notice the muffled âI wasnâtâ before Sukunaâs eyes widen as you feel a weight leave your back. You could barely process someone was trying to come in the walk in by the time Sukuna is crowding your space, one hand flying to the bulky handle to keep the door closed, the other reaching to cover your mouth. His body is slightly pressed to yours and his scent is invading your every thought. He smells masculine - musky and woodsy, like he had been out in the rain. His hands were harsh on your face, pushing down onto you with more force than you thought necessary. His thumb cupped under your chin, long, thick fingers nearly touching your ear as they stretch across your now beet-red cheeks. His chest and arms flexed in front of you as he kept the door shut, and you had to shut your eyes for fear of being caught staring.
The almost-intruder gives up, releasing the handle as the both of you let out a breath. The white, smoke-like air leaving his mouth in the cool air of the walk in clouded your vision as he removes his hand from your mouth, but not the door. He couldnât risk having someone else barge in and it gave him an excuse to have you against the wall in front of him, albeit not in the way he would have preferred.
You two lock eyes, almost panting from the intensity of what just happened. You both look at each otherâs lips, with Sukunaâs eyes flicking between your lips and eyes more often than yours.
You lick your lips, feeling like you were under a spotlight with how intensely heâs meeting your gaze. He was about to speak before you interrupt him, suddenly remember his admission from earlier.
âYou werenât hard?â You ask, and he laughs. The first real laugh youâve got out of him the entire night.
âNo, no I wasnât, hah. Why do you care?â
You felt stupid but there was no way he wasnât hard. He must be lying because you couldnât have imagined what you felt. There was no mistaking the size, the length, the heat. It had to be.
âThen what was it?â You ask, patiently waiting for him to find an excuse.
Until he hits you with a, âmy dick,â that knocks the wind from your gut. The shit-eating grin that plasters his face sends a warmth to your groin you havenât felt in a while.
âW-What do you mean?â You ask, and he pouts, mocking your sheepish attitude.
âI donât understand what youâre so confused about, girl. Youâre the one that rubbed your ass on my dick. Doesnât mean it was hard,â he shrugs.
You remember how big he felt even through the layers of clothing, and it scared you. That was him soft? You were starting to wonder what youâd gotten yourself into. But you had no clue how to respond to that. You couldnât just compliment him on his soft dick. Weird.
âWell, you still didnât answer both questions.â
He huffs out a chuckle, remembering the previously avoided âwhat are you trying to do?â
He looks at you, lost in thought. He scans your face before heâs reaching his hand towards yours shoved in your pocket. He extends his palm, motioning for you to place your hand in his. You oblige, pulling your hand out of your pocket before heâs grabbing your wrist, completing enveloping it in his large palm.
He leans closer to you, placing his left cheek on yours as he speaks into your ear.
âI think you know what Iâm trying to do, y/n.â
He grips your wrist tighter, leading it to his groin to present you with his now undeniably hard dick. You stifle a gasp, overwhelmed by the sensation of his breath on your ear, cold cheek against your burning one, hard length now sitting heavy in your palm, twitching under your light touch. Now you know why you thought he was hard earlier. He was a shower and a grower, and the sinful thoughts that filled your mind did nothing to stop you from sliding your hand down further, to see just how much of a grower he really was. You knew you should protest this firmly, tell him heâs wrong for lusting after his subordinate, and clock out to seal the deal. But the stifled âmmphâ you hear to your left after you squeeze around his tip, precum leaking through his pants, has you questioning why youâd even think to leave. The wetness you thought you had under control was becoming a problem as it slowly soaked through your panties.
He pulls away from your ear, flicking your hand away with a tsk before heâs closing in on you once more, grabbing your chin so you can look up at him properly.
âSince when are you so greedy, huh? So eager? Didnât tell you to start strokinâ it, now did I? Or are you that much of an overachiever like Iâve heard? I had to beg you to close fâme so I doubt itâs that.â He trails off, bombarding you with questions that warm your face again and youâre sure you have a fever at this point.
You huff out a hushed âfuck youâ to which he laughs.
He raised his fist up and starts pounding on the closed walk in door. His force is so brutal, he has to grab the handle to keep it closed as he hammers away at the door.
âThat a promise?â is all he asks before heâs shoving the both of you out of the walk in, tripping over each otherâs feet as you shoot him a confused look.
He ignores you, yelling out a loud âhelloooo?â to the kitchen staff that just witnessed you two stumble out of the cooler.
Nobara rushes up, worry painted on her face as she grabs your wrists, stabilizing you as you catch your balance.
âSir?â She mutters, looking just as confused as you were.
âWe were locked in there for like, ten fucking minutes. No one noticed me beating the damn door down?â He yells. Your face grows redder as you look at Nobara struggle for a response.
âI-Itâs fine, really. The handle just got stuck and he was too weak to get it open. He's kinda' useless,â which earns a laugh from more than just Nobara. Sukuna cuts you a look, flaring his nostrils as heâs walking off with a pout to his office. How pathetic.
You dust off your clothes, relieved to see thereâs no more tickets printing off. Most of the remaining staff had started on their closing tasks while you and Sukuna were busy fraternizing in the walk in. Although Sukuna left with an attitude, you still couldnât ignore the pool in your underwear and the ever-present pulse you felt throb with each tick of the clock.
-
The restaurant has mostly died down by now, with only a few lingering patrons at the bar and a couple or two still left in the dining area. Clean dishes were piling up on the right side of the sink and you were only left with the bare minimum cookware at your station. You see Sukuna walk into the lobby of the restaurant, not so subtly urging the remaining customers to leave. Most of the patrons pack up their things, only leaving a few stragglers behind.
-
By now, all of the wait staff had clocked out and left long ago. The clock read a depressing â2:23â as you wipe down your workstation with a damp towel, sweeping the crumbs and leftover trash into the floor. Sukuna is busy finishing off the tills, counting the last of the registerâs change. The dishwasher is finally packing his things, heading to the front computer to clock out with a tired âsee yaâ.
You were busy sweeping around your station, leading all the way to the walk in.
âMove,â he says, grabbing the back of your pants by the belt loop and pulling him behind you. You quickly look around to see if anyone noticed his touch, sighing with relief as you realize you two were the only ones still on the clock. He had a piece of paper in one hand, reaching up with the other to remove the thumbtacks from the old schedule on the bulletin board in front of you two. You glance at the schedule and your neck nearly cracks with how hard you do a double-take. You expected your usual 8-4, maybe some 9-5 shifts on the days you usually worked. But this new schedule has you scheduled for nights only. Conveniently, nights that Sukuna is the manager. You peer at the schedule, looking for the large, bold-printed âOFFâ, and you see that youâre off in two days. You look at the top of the schedule, nothing that Sukunaâs âOFFâ day is the same day, too.
Sukuna had already started to walk off as you processed this new schedule. You take a step towards him, grabbing his forearm in an attempt to pull him back to you. His walk is so confident and assured that he pulls you almost an entire step forward before he turns on his heels, suddenly mere inches from your space. His proximity has you at a loss for words, mouth agape as you search your mind for whatever it was you were about to say.
âYes?â He asks, a slight tug at the corner of his mouth daring to turn into a smile.
âU-uh.. sorry, why did you schedule me for n-nights?â You mutter, spiteful at how the words seemed to die in your throat.
He takes a step back, releasing his arm from your gasp as he straightens his tie, giving you room to finally breathe.
âWell, youâll be glad to know that the employee that called out earlier has the flu.â
âBut-â you try to interject.
âShe wonât be in the rest of the week, and how youâre looking at me right now tells me youâd like to be here with me again tomorrow,â is all he says before heâs returning to his office, crumbling up the old schedule as heâs closing the door behind him.
You clear your throat, trying to regather your dignity as you continue sweeping. You were frustrated with how much of an affect he has over you in the short amount of time, but your interactions throughout the day has left you craving more of his presence. His touch still lingers on your skin, reminding you just how often he had touched you during the shift.
You start to gather the trash in the dustpan, standing up to turn around to Sukuna leaving his office. Your breath hitches in your throat as he walks out in nothing but a black tank top, silver chain adorning his neck. You have full view of his numerous tattoos trailing down his arms, over his shoulders, even some that look like they might reach down his chest. He was walking to lock up the front as you finished sweeping and mopping. You grip the broom tighter, trying to ground yourself. Your body temperature was higher than usual and your hands were so sweaty. It felt all too hot in the restaurant, even hotter than it felt with the rest of the kitchen staff on the clock, ovens and fryers ablaze. You take a deep breath and lean the broom against the wall, heading for the back door. You needed some air and being in the same building as Sukuna made you feel like you had to fight for breath.
The cool air instantly calms your nerves as you walk to the side of the building, leaning down to put your hands on your knees. You take a deep breath, running your sweaty palms on your jeans. You had to get yourself together, you tell yourself over and over again. Regardless of how good he looked, how⌠intrigued he made you feel, you were stuck with him for the rest of the week. You couldnât take a smoke break every time Sukuna cut his eyes at you or let his hands invade your personal space. While you couldnât lie to yourself like you didnât enjoy it, youâre still a grown woman that wouldnât be caught dead melting under another manâs touch so easily. You preferred things the other way around, enjoying the power you felt when you -
SLAM!
A loud, resounding boom echoed through the parking lot as Sukuna crosses your peripheral, two full, black trash bags slung over his shoulder. He fails to notice you around the side of the building in the dim light before he reaches the dumpster, flinging both heavy bags into the can with ease.
He startles slightly as he sees you, fully expecting you to be inside the restaurant finishing your sweeping. You were too busy admiring him to process that the door had slammed. As in, shut. As in, no way to get back into the building unless Sukuna has the keys, shut. You both seem to realize your grim fate simultaneously, eyes widening as you scramble to find the answers you both needed. You take steps towards him as heâs rushing to you, frantically searching his pockets.
âPlease tell me you have the keys-â
âSince when are you outside?â
âDo you not have the keys? How are we supposed-â
âYou were supposed to be inside, y/n,â he interrupts yet again, turning out every pocket in search of the large loop of miscellaneous keys. His face is flushed as he peers down at you, obviously embarrassed he was so foolish to trust youâd be inside the restaurant and irresponsible enough to leave the back door without the keys in hand.
He sighs as do you, unsure of what step to take next. He starts pacing, hands running through his hair as he searches for a solution. You gasp quietly, searching your pockets and praising god your phone was still on you. You rescind that praise when you realize that was the only one of your belongings you had. No keys, wallet, purse, anything. In your panic, you rush to the back door, putting all of your body weight into twisting and pulling the handle. Itâs locked without a shadow of a doubt, but Sukuna still shoves you to the side as he attempts to open the door. Although his strength seems incomprehensible, he still struggled to open the door. Every muscle in his arms, back, and chest were rippling and contorting as he fully leans back with force in an attempt to rip the door from its hinges. Nothing.
âWhat the fuck are we supposed to do now?â You ask, dumbfounded at the predicament youâve gotten yourself in.
He huffs, leaning against the wall beside you as he puts his hand into his pocket, still silently hoping the keys would magically appear.
âWhat all did you have left in there?â
âUh, just the sweeping and mopping. Did you finish the tills?â You ask, trying to assess the damage that the morning shift would be subject to.
âYeah, yeah all my shitâs done, just had to do the fuckinâ trash. Shit.â He curses, rubbing his face in his hands.
You hadnât realized just how close you two were now. There was still plenty of breathing room between the two of you, but as you both lean against the wall, his arm brushes yours and both of you linger at the contact, consciously continuing the skin on skin exposure.
Sukuna had plenty of plans that were so rudely interrupted by the stupid fucking door. He couldnât stop thinking about you and how your hands felt on his length, how you looked up at him, hopeful that he would do something more to you. He had plans of ravishing you in the restaurant - partly to boost his ego, and partly to have you reminisce on the experience each time you walked into the building, with or without him. But all plans were effectively crushed as soon as that back door shut.
âDo you not make it a habit to keep the keys on you? Like, at all times?â You ask, confused as to why he would leave them sitting around anyway.
He turns to face you, rolling his eyes as he does so.
âNo, I donât keep the thirty-pound key ring on me at all times. Youâre the one that came out here without letting me know!â He adds, throwing his hands in the air, trying to find anyone to blame except himself.
You scoff, surprised he was trying to turn this on you, âWell I needed some fucking air. You want me to tell you every time I go to the walk in or the bathroom, too?â
He laughs, offended, âYou need to tell me when you leave the premises. The premises being the inside of the restaurant.â
You start to respond before heâs interrupting you per usual, closing in on your space as he places his right hand to the side of your head, leaning it on the wall to face you directly. You avert your gaze, embarrassed at how meek you felt when he looked at you in this way. But you knew he wanted you, at least in some way - that you knew for sure.
âWhy did you need air? Closinâ too much for you, huh little baby? Canât handle all that⌠responsibility?â He asks, making your knees almost buckle. Sure, girl was one thing, but baby?
But you still had to hold your ground.
âI am perfectly capable of closing, thank you. I needed a break from you,â you admit, not realizing how harsh it sounded until after you spoke it.
And he is appalled. With the way you were acting, you seemed like a break was the last thing you needed.
âA break? From me? What makes you think that, hm?â He asks as you still avoid his gaze, eyes glued to the way his chest moved in an even, up-down motion as he took steady breaths.
âW-Well, I -â
âUh uh. Look at me when you speak, y/n,â he commands, taking just his pointer finger to draw your chin up to him, meeting your eyes with his.
âI-I dunnoâ, you just make me feel⌠weird? Not bad weird, just⌠different,â You admit, trying to say anything but âyou make me wetâ. Your response makes him chuckle.
He reaches his hand towards your forehead, prodding it with an exaggerated poke as he asks, âDo I make you feel weird here?â
You smile, furrowing your brows as you let out a simple ânoâ with a shrug. He nods in understanding, motioning for you to follow him as he grabs your wrist. He pulls you around the side of the building, in an area much darker than previously. You look around as your back meets the wall, noting how the only visible cameras were pointing at the spot you two just occupied. Sukuna moves closer to you, leaving multiple points of contact between you two as you mentally count them all - how his knee is between your legs, how his hand that was on the wall before is now back, but much closer to your head, resting somewhat on your shoulder, how his other hand has now left your wrist, being replaced on your hipbone. His thumb presses in, harder than you think he realizes, and with how pent up youâve been feeling it takes a great deal of strength not to ravish him on the spot.
He leaves his hand there for a brief moment before he takes the same thumb and slides it along your stomach, stopping when he reaches your navel. His thumb shifts only an inch downwards before he presses into the squish underneath your belly button multiple times, akin to a doctor feeling for abnormalities.
âIf itâs not your head⌠is it here?â He asks with a particularly hard jab for emphasis.
âI make you feel weird in your tummy? Hm?â He finishes with a smirk, now soothing his pokes and prods with gentle circles traced with his thumb.
If you thought you were plenty wet earlier, you had no idea what this type of touch would do to you. He wasnât even touching you anywhere important yet, leaving you stuck trying to suppress even a hint of a whine from escaping. Your clit was pulsing with your heartbeat which was at an all time high. Itâs almost as if Sukuna realizes this as you do, chuckling as he moves his two fingers and thumb up to your neck, wrapping around it slightly as he searches for your pulse. Worry flashes across his face for but a moment before heâs laughing again, removing his hand before he reiterates his question with a simple âyes or no?â.
âA-A little, yeah,â you admit and your breath hitches at his response.
His voice was darker now, barely audible over the hum of the street light.
âOh, I see,â he says as he dares to reach his hand lower, impossibly lower. You refuse to let your eyes trail, instead relying on the feeling of his single fingernail scraping through the outside of your clothes before he stops at your belt.
He catches you off guard, moving a mere inch away from your face as he cups your jaw, pulling you into a hot, open-mouthed kiss. You barely have time to react, kissing him with your eyes widened in shock. He pulls away too quickly, only allowing you to taste him for a short second before he continues his diagnostics.
âSânot your head, not really your tummy,â dragging out the vowels in âreallyâ to make you wait another second longer.
His hand cups you through your pants, immediately rubbing small circles beneath your mound, stimulating your clit so roughly with the seam of your jeans you have to grab onto his arm for leverage.
âMust be your cunt causinâ all these problems,â he finishes as he meets your lips with his again, all tongue and teeth - which was a necessity for the both of you at this point. The tension that built slowly throughout the night had left you both eager for one another, and it was obvious with how frantic you were for him, whining as you throw your other arm over his shoulder to bring him even closer than he already was. You feel his now half-hard length push into your upper thigh before you reach your hand down to play with the hem of his pants. His abdomen clenches under your touch, rigid muscles flexing enough to be noticed through his tight shirt.
His hand that had found place in your hair tugs lightly as he pulls away from your lips, instead kissing along your cheek towards your ear.
âI thought this was all about her,â he whispers, pushing his two middle fingers harshly into your clit for emphasis, rubbing down firmly on your bundle of nerves as you threaten to fall apart.
âBut now you wannaâ be greedy again? You already got to touch me once, y/n,â and you can hear the smile on his face as he says it, âIf sheâs the one makinâ you feel weird, maybe sheâs the one that deserves my attention, yeah? Donât you want me to make her feel better?â He says, swirling his tongue on the shell of your ear before biting your lobe, playfully pulling it until it snaps back into place. He knows your answer without hearing it, even before the furious nod of your head in agreeance.
He has you so pliant, so willing underneath him. You canât resist bucking your hips into his hands when he fiddles with the buttons on your jeans, unzipping your pants ever so slowly before he has his mouth on your neck again, sucking and leaving marks thatâd be sure to stay for days.
In the suspended unzipping, your mind wanders to the last time youâve had sex with someone. It had been so many months, you werenât sure if you remembered who it was. You cared less and less about how things looked down there, shaving every now and then when you got the urge. Which leads you to your current predicament.
âS-Sukuna, I.. I havenât shaved. In like, a-a week or two,â you stutter quickly, trying to get the words out before he discovers on his own.
His fingers dip beneath your panties regardless, palm flattening against your lower stomach to reach down towards your heat. He lets out a grunt as he finally makes contact with your mound, stating a blunt, âgood,â in response to your previous admission.
His long, deft fingers reach further to part your slit, his middle finger running through your folds to gather your slick as he works hard to keep his eyes from rolling into his skull.
âKnew I wouldnât need any spit, ainât that right?â He coos, not expecting anything but a gasp from you as his finger makes contact with your clit, finally.
And by god, how have you never been touched like this before?
His fingers rub you so skillfully, even better than you were able to. You were no stranger to masturbation, but the way his fingers felt on you now was unlike anything youâve felt before. He circled your clit with planned, assured movements - if the smug look on his face wasnât enough to show you just how confident he was in his ability to please you. His touch was perfect - no movement too under or overstimulating. He was so carefully bringing you closer to your peak with each intoxicating circle, steadily building his pace as he watched you fall victim to your pleasure with each passing moment. His lips are latched to your chest now, his other hand undoing just enough buttons so he can grab you properly without your pesky clothes in the way. He pulls your restrictive sports bra down with a harsh tug, freeing your tits for only a second before his mouth is latched to you, pulling and sucking at your nipples.
âCanât believe - mmph, youâve been.. hiding these from me,â he says, entranced at how the light hits your chest as it heaves up and down, your frantic breathing becoming more erratic and choppy, signaling your oncoming breaking point.
âK-Kuna, Iâm -â you try to warn him that you wouldnât last much longer until your breath is ripped from your lungs.
âHow cute,â he says, chastising the nickname you gave him. In one fluid motion, he takes his two middle fingers and slides them down and inside of you, replacing his thumb on your clit, quickly continuing the dizzying circles on your bud as he pumps into you - one thrust, then another, and you lose it entirely as he clamps down on your nipple with his teeth. You look down at him, making brief eye contact before involuntarily letting your eyes roll back, your lip pinched between your teeth as you succumb to the pleasure he so expertly gave you.
He looked surprised that you were finishing so quickly, eyes wide when you look down at him as you clamp so tightly around his digits. You continue clamping around him repeatedly as you ride out your orgasm, becoming louder by the second before he kisses you again, attempting to stifle your moans from echoing in the vacant lot. With one final swipe of your clit he pulls his hand free, immediately backing away to suck you off of his own fingers, grunting once he finally gets a taste of you properly. As if on instinct, his hand snakes his way underneath your panties again to caress your pussy, rubbing his hand in sloppy motions to coat himself in your juices thoroughly. He pulls away again, licking his fingers one by one with an eager grin.
âEver had a taste?â He asks, wiping his filthy mouth clean.
To be fair, you had, but you wanted to see what heâd do if you said no. So you did.
He responds by taking your chin in his still wet hand, lolling his tongue out as he ravishes you in an open-mouthed kiss. You return the gesture, tasting yourself from his mouth and you were shocked at how intoxicating it was. How intoxicating he was. You so desperately want to return the favor, and then some.
He has the back of your head grasped in his palm but you resist, trying to get the words out as he all but devours you, groping your tits and reaching a hand behind you to grab your ass in a large, firm hold.
âCan I - mmph, can I.. be greedy⌠now?â You manage to get out before you reach down to palm his length, to which Sukuna lets out a focused, long breath through his nose. He pulls away from you with a smirk, hips leaning towards your touch.
âDunnoâ if I should - mmh.. let you, hah. I wasnât trynaâ make you cum yet,â he admits, looking down with a âphewâ as you hook your fingers tantalizingly under his waistband, pulling him closer.
âThat was you trying to make me not cum?â You ask with a laugh.
âNot yet. Wanted to make you wait for it, but youâre too much of a brat to be patient. You've been one ever since you showed up tonight,â he says and to prove his point further, you grab him by the arms and spin the two of you around, gingerly pushing him against the wall. He makes a face like heâs unimpressed before he reaches to the back of his tank top to pull it over his head. You gawk at his musculature and even more tattoos that are revealed to you as he throws the shirt at your feet.
He reaches down to undo his belt, the loud clang of the metal sending chills down your spine. You look down at the shirt then at him, shooting him a questioning look as he looks like heâs waiting for something.
âFor your knees, stupid,â he says and as if on command, you drop to your knees onto his shirt, placing your palms in your lap in anticipation. You subconsciously lick your lips as he unzips his pants ever so slowly.
He stops his movements, grabbing the top of your head to tilt it upwards at him, âIf youâre that desperate, you can get it out yourself,â he says with a pat of your head. He leans back onto the wall further, crossing his arms over his cold chest as he waits.
You smooth your hands over the top of his briefs and across his happy trail, dipping your fingers below the waistband before you ask, âHow long has it been?â
The question takes him aback as his breath catches in his throat. He tries to still his hips from pushing into your feather-light touch but itâs inescapable. It had been a while for him, too.
âA minute,â is all he offers before you reach up to press a wet kiss to his lower abdomen as you pull his briefs down over his length. You pull for so much longer than you assumed youâd have to; after what seemed like so many inches his cock finally springs free, lazily jerking up as it hits the cool air. If it wasnât for the heavy mass, his dick would stand at attention in front of you. You grab him in your palm, shocked at the sheer weight present in your hand. His angry tip was beading precum as you slowly worked your hand up and down his shaft, sticking your tongue out below him to catch it before it drips.
He starts to speak before you interrupt him, âIâm gonnaâ try to make you not cum, okay?â He peers down hungrily at you, cock twitching at your filthy words. You take his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue to gather the bittersweet precum before you start to suck. You feel as if you can only take a few inches of him before heâs already prodding the back of your throat, making you cough around him.
âDonât wimp out on me now, woman,â he says, grabbing himself at his base with a squeeze, using his thumb to line himself up with your throat perfectly.
âYou wanna take my dick then fuckinâ take it,â he adds, grabbing the back of your hair to tilt your head back and your chin up towards him. He hums to you a simple ârelaxâ as he slowly pushes his length further into your throat, stopping when he meets a resistance with a throaty groan that has you whining around him, too. He tried his best to keep quiet, but your watery eyes and furrowed brows looking up at him with his dick shoved down your throat made his resolve disappear.
âBreathe,â he commands as he slips out of your throat, leaving you a coughing, sputtering mess with your lips still pressed against his tip. You follow his lead, taking a deep breath in and out before he pulls your mouth open with a thumb on your chin.
âDeeper this time, yeah?â He asks, quickly shoving his length further than before, nearly balls deep into your throat as your eyes shoot open and you swallow on instinct, earning a breathy âfuckâ from the man above you. You breathe out slowly through your nose, focusing your mind on doing anything but gagging. You squeeze his thighs to anchor yourself, pulling back from him almost entirely with a gasp before you force your head down again. You feel your throat start to relax as you continue your slow back and forth motion, trying to take him deeper with every thrust into your mouth. His hips are bucking lazily now as he tries his hardest to be somewhat gentle. As gentle as a man can be with a hand gripping your hair and the other guiding his monstrously large cock into your wet heat.
âHah, l-look at you. Iâll have that throat trained for me in no time,â he praises, admiring how incredible you look as you throat him, watching how the dim parking lot lighting illuminates you enough for him to see the noticeable bulge in your neck. He canât help but thrust more powerfully now, seeing as you were already taking his dick with ease after such a short amount of time. You meet his thrusts with your hand wrapping around the remainder of his shaft, stroking what you couldnât reach with your mouth.
You pull off from him and you swear he pouts, bucking into your continued stroking as you kiss his tip.
âWho says I need my throat trained for you? Who says this will ever happen again?â You ask, curious how he would react.
He laughs, biting his lip to hide the moan that nearly slips.
âOh, s-so you donât want me to fuck you?â And he had you there. You start to run your hand furiously over his weeping tip and the sudden increase in sensation has him buckling over, mouth agape as heaving breaths signal how close he is. Youâre barely able to suck his tip again before heâs removing your hands, pushing you back to sit on your feet.
âFuck..y/n, open up,â he says as he strokes his length meticulously, grunts leaving his mouth as his fingers run over the tip repeatedly, âgonnaâ paint that - fuck, pretty.. fuckinâ face,â he manages, smiling with an almost pained look as you loll your tongue out obediently. He canât warn you any further before heâs cumming, white hot liquid pouring into your mouth as you jump in surprise at the sheer volume. With each spurt heâs moaning, strings of profanities leaving his lips as he sees white. You reach your hand up to finish the job, giving him a few final strokes before you suck on his tip a final time, swallowing his gift for you with a smile on your face. You wipe the remainder of your face with your sleeves as you stand to your feet.
âCome here,â he says, drunk on the feeling still as he pulls you into a sloppy kiss.
You pull away, âNow what?â
He chuckles, âhah, we go home,â he says, checking his watch that reads a depressing â3:17â, âunless you need my dick that bad.â
While you did actually need his dick that bad, that wasnât the problem bothering you in the moment.
âSukuna, I donât have my keys. Just my phone,â you offer. He reaches down to dust off his shirt before he puts it back on. He motions for you to follow him as he grabs his keys out of his pocket.
âGuess youâre getting what you want after all.â
(pt. 2 in the works)
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This Week in BL - I Still On1y Care About...
Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.
Sept 2024 Week 1
Ongoing Series - Thai
Monster Next Door (Thai Thurs Gaga ) eps 7 of 12 - Deeeelightful. They are so damn cute + a nice kiss! The rise of the green flag semes continues. I like it when Diew flirts and shows that he does have some experience in a relationship, and he can/will flex his power. Props to God for being a man who remembers to TAKE HIS DRINK with him.Â
Addicted Heroin (Thai Tues WeTV) ep 4 of 10 - Yep I still like it and all its toxicity. Itâs fun to see how closely it follows the original. Now I really canât wait to see how this one ends. Since this time around we get an actual ending.
Battle of the Writers (Sun YT) ep 6 of 12 - How did they know that what I wanted more than anything was a side couple = spoiled prince + demon lord? How clever they are to give them to me. Meanwhile, in a shocking twist, the leads have known each other since childhood. Because why be original?Â
I Saw You in My Dream (Weds Gaga) ep 8 of 12 - Oh itâs very cute. I love Ing. I love that Ai was honest with his bestie. Best friend's older brother trope is a go! Also good kisses all round.Â
Kidnap (Fri YT) ep 1 of 12 - Ohm has his shirt off less than 5 min in. I guess GMMTV is learning what we want. My boy Title is the creep character again. Iâm assuming thatâs why GMMTV brought him on board at this juncture. Sigh. New boy, Q, looks like Mekâs younger brother. Ultimately? I'm not convinced on this one. It is doing what it says on the tin, but nothing more than that. Iâm not wild about it, but I will keep watching.
The Trainee (Sun YT) ep 10 of 12 - The more OffGun BLs, the more time they spend communicating as characters in those BLs. Itâs kind of charming. They've become the pair that advocates for communication in relationships. I like it as evolution for their brand. Flirting via the printer was very fun. Especially as the Thai script is so beautiful.
Live in Love (Sun Gaga) ep 1 of 5 - I guess this is a lockdown narrative? Odd choice. A lot of familiar faces but from more minor rolls. Is this from the Destiny Seeker people? It feels like that. Itâs a bigger cast than I was expecting, and a sort of classic university BL of the kind star Hunter produces. Or the end of love people. Pretty classic Thai pulp stuff. Iâm mildly enjoying it. Hali is too hot to be the dorky second lead. Nice to see Boat back on my screen. However, it is⌠whatâs the word I am looking for? Oh yes. Boring. Plus singing.Â
Ongoing Series - Not Thai
The On1y One (Taiwan Thurs Gaga) eps 5-6 of 12 - I entirely lost my mind over this show this week. Fuck me it's so good. The delicacy sends me. I keep expecting it to be clumsy and then is just isn't - it's so subtle and it demands we pay such close attention. I feel like I'm holding my breath the whole time I'm watching.
Cliff's notes on these 2 eps as follows:
The pure unadulterated tsundere of it all.
The awesome angst, it aches.
The series of repercussions after the fight was pacing genius.
The brilliant juxtaposition of "the kid who self isolates too easily" versus "the one who has been forced into isolation" meets both of them being smart enough to know why they react out of hurt, but neither can stop doing it.
Babyâs reaction to learning heâs going to be left behind = to instantly make plans to do the leaving in the future hurts my heart in the best possible way.
"Maybe what we call eternity is just persistence."
Maybe one boy simply deciding to be another boy's rock is romance.Â
Production better nail the second half of this show! It better be the world against them from here on out or the audience is gonna riot.
And by "audience" I mean me.
Sugar Dog Life (Japan Sun grey) ep 5 of 10 - Oh noes! Poor baby boy!!! My heart hurts. But also gah so cute and next week they shack up together! Hooray!Â
I Hear the Sunspot AKA Hidamari ga Kikoeru (Japan Weds Gaga) ep 11 - too much time spent on the girl again. I donât need excuses for why sheâs a bitch. So can we talk about Taichi instead? Itâs such a good characterization, this boy who understands everything about other people but doesnât notice anything about himself, including his own abilities of observation. The person who is special never realizes how special they are, I guess. The soundscapes are so good with this show. The moments where prod decided to be silent are so vital and so pivotal and used with such delicacy and strategy, itâs truly audio magic manipulation. Â
First Note Of Love (Taiwan Mon Gaga) eps 7-8 of 12 - I loved how Orca just jumped on the stage. What a great side couple. CHARMED I TELL YOU. Orca was all⌠singing? Naw. I came back to fuck the manager's brains out. Anything less than that is unacceptable.Â
Takara's Treasure AKA Takara No Vidro (Japan Mon Gaga) ep 10 fin - Essentially this was a growth story for Takara and an exercise in patience while the two of them learned each otherâs quirks and languages. It was also an exercise in patience for me... who doesnât like the power differential of a weaker younger character having to do all the pursuing while constantly feeling like he is inferior to the older popular hot character. I know this was a BL that was definitely for some people, since plenty liked it way more than I did, but I didnât like it very much even though thereâs nothing objectively wrong with it. It simply wasnât to my personal taste. 7/10Â
Seoul Blues (Korea Fri? YouTube) ep 5-6 of 8 - Enter an ex or something? Well he certainly has a type. Bah. This whole series seems to be mainly about cheating. Itâs very annoying because they are all so pretty.Â
Happy of the End (Japan Tues Gaga) - Based on a manga, longer than usual run time. A boy is disowned for being gay, dumped by his boyfriend, and ends up in a dysfunctional co-dependant relationship with his would-be kidnapper. We were due for another messy JBL. Messy gay pain here we go.
Oh itâs exactly what I expected. Do I like it? No I do not. And ya know what? There is plenty airing. I have a bad feeling about this one. DNFÂ
It's airing but...
4 Minutes (Sat Gaga) eps 1-6 of 8 - Gaga picked this one up so we can watch it there. I'm waiting until the end, it seems angsty and confusing and full of awful people being awful. But also... high heat and I'm shallow. So we shall see which devil wins (and how it ends).
The Hidden Moon (Sat ????) ep 1 of 10 - This is a supernatural romance (my ghost boyfriend trope) âŕšŕ¸ŕ¸ˇŕ¸ŕ¸ŕ¸ŕ¸Łŕ¸˛ŕ¸â by Violet Rain (I Feel You Linger)... A Bangkok writer is hired to write an article about an old mansion in Chiang Mai which is being converted into a cafĂŠ. He gets into an accident and nearly dies on his way there. After that, he sees the ghosts of people who died at the mansion, one boy catches his attention. Was substantially recast. Couldn't find it. Didn't really look.
In case you missed it
Meet You at the Blossom (China) - I'm eating crow, binging the fucker, and live blogging. It's just taking me some time. This isn't really a bingable show, not for me anyway. It's A LOT to take all at once. No new one this week.
Next Week Looks Like This:
Plus:
9/9 Jack & Joker (Thai Mon IQIYI) 12 eps? - Be gay YinWar, do crimes. Dehup gives us Yin, War, Mark and a few other familiar faces in a Leverage sitch, only queerer.
9/14 Love Sick 2024 (Thai Sat ????) ?? eps - Remake of the original. I'm scared too.
9/15 Bad Guy My Boss (Thai Sun Gaga) 10 eps - Assistant to a player boss who is in love with that boss decides to quit to save himself. The boss then makes a move. (A gay What's up with Secretary Kim?)
Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.
Coming SEPTEMBER 2024:
9/17 Love is Like a Poison AKA Doku Koi: Doku mo Sugireba Koi to Naru (Japan Tues Netflix?) 10 eps - Lawyer and a con artist meet at a bar, pair up, fall in love.
9/28 Teenager Judge (Vietnam Sat YouTube) ?? eps - oh I don't know just Ba Vinh doing his thing with pretty boys again.
9/? The Time of Fever (Korea iQIYI) 6 eps - HoTae & DongHee are back! Side couple from Unintentional Love Story, same actors, same character names I an WILD for this.
THIS WEEKâS BEST MOMENTS
Not sure what this is from but I capped it for a reason so, shrug.
The scent trope AND the childhood crush trope? I see you suckering me into one trope because I like the other. Clever, Battle. Very clever.
(Last week)
Streaming services are listed by how I (usually) watch, which is with a USA based IP, and often offset by a day because time zones are a pain.
The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @sunflower-positiiivity @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire @mestizashinrin @bl-bam-beyond @small-dark-and-delicious @saezurumurmurs
Sigh, Tumblr in its infinite wisdom doesn't like too many at-ings.
#this week in BL#BL updates#Addicted Heroin#The Traineee the series#Monster Next Door#Sugar Dog Life#Seoul Blues#I Saw You in My Dream#I Hear the Sunspot#Hidamari ga Kikoeru#Takara's Treasure review#Takara No Vidro#The On1y One#First Note of Love#Live in Love#Happy of the End#Kidnap the series#upcoming BL#BL news#BL reviews#BL gossip#Thai BL#Japanese BL#live action yaoi#Koren BL#BL starting soon#BL coming soon#new BL
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I have ten billion WIP sketches I need to finish, but for some reason I stayed up from 9 PM to 4 AM conceptualizing, making patterns, sewing, painting and applying makeup on this stupid fucking felt squid......the detailing needs to be cleaned up cause there's only one coat of paint so far, but he's pretty much done
my neighbors probably think I'm insane because I was running around the yard clenching this toy kallamar in a death grip and flying him around like an airplane/putting him in the barbecue/poking him with a stick. I want to tie him to a string and recreate the opening of napoleon dynamite >:) ALSO I MADE HIM SMOKE OUT OF A STUPID CRYSTAL PIPE BUT PLEASE DON'T ACTUALLY USE THOSE, THEY ARE SUPER TOXIC LMAO MINE IS FOR DECORATION
I don't have any process pics because I had tunnel vision autism style and forgot the rest of the universe existed while I was working on him. BUT if you're curious I'll ramble below the cut
Okay I am not a seamstress by any means. I've sewn my entire life but very, very infrequently. I've done plushies, clothes, cosplays, fursuits, accessories, etc. but I only do one like once a year, so while I planned to make all 5 bishops, I'm not really sure I'll get them all done. The material cost was like 20 bucks tops so I'm not too upset if I don't finish them. I AT LEAST WANT TO GET SHAMURA OR HEKET DONE.
here is the concept sketch ft. heket's toes and shamura's fingers. I decided to do his pre-schism version so I could fit him with jewelry! I did him first because like I said I sew infrequently and don't know wtf I'm doing, everyone else seemed a lot more complicated.
So I basically just traced this drawing on a printer paper-sized canvas in SAI, and guesstimated how everything would look in a 3D space. His head is four pieces, one triangle identical to the one in the picture, two wide triangles that are sewn together in the back, and a circle for his chin. You can't really see it in any of the pics but he's literally like a black cylindrical stick with little tentacles sewn on where his mantle connects to his cloak. The leg tentacles are one piece of felt that look like tassels, where they're connected by a rectangle but branch off into individual pieces. He can't stand up very well, so his cape keeps him up (that's gonna be an issue for every other bishop too except heket cause she's gonna be ROUND). Mostly everything like the crown, cloak, head, etc. are cones so I just had to make a lot of wide triangles.
For the details, I just used acrylic paint that was watered down so he's not especially crunchy, and for the blush tone I used a makeup palette my mom bought me 10 years ago in hopes I'd get in touch with my "feminine side", but I grew up into a nonbinary butch lesbian so OOPS. Kallamar looks better with makeup than me anyway. I'm kinda sad I couldn't get his freckles as lopsided as I draw them but it probably looks better in plush form to have them even anyway....
I could just post the pattern so I don't have to explain this but 1. I am mentally ill about the thought of my kallamar being in someone else's house and 2. the original pattern had to be tweaked while I was working on him so the final pattern straight up doesn't exist, I winged it the whole time
OH and the jewelry is just scrap pieces I had laying around, I might repaint it all to be gold instead of silver + bronze. I used 20g aluminum wire for his armlet thing, jumper rings for his earrings + ring (+ a diamond dot from my mom's kits for the gem) and chain for the bracelet. I made him an amulet as well but it felt like overkill so I took it off. I'm probably gonna make him a plague doctor mask and medicine bag sometime because I think about nurse kallamar more than I probably should :') I've already sewn one as a prop for a toy raven before so it shouldn't be too hard
#cult of the lamb#cotl#kallamar#plushie#felt craft#does this count as a plush or is it like a doll idfk#I just make shit because I feel like it not cause I can categorize it in any way#drug cw#ONLY CAUSE OF THE REAL PIPE#THERE IS NO ACTUAL DRUG USE HAPPENING
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since weâre on the topic of bookbinding, iâve been wanting to get into it but i havenât actually done any research (yet) other than vibes, so do u have any tips for complete beginners?? :)
@geminibookbinding is who inspired me to finally look up the whole process and figure out where to start! this is the super helpful tutorial i got from them
i had dabbled with binding before though, using Sea Lemon's tutorials to make blank sketchbooks yearsss ago. i still use her text block and diy hardcover videos as a refresher/reminder while i bind!
the biggest thing that stopped me from learning to bind printed fiction was not understanding how to print the text from home, specifically how to get the pages in the right order for signatures. it's actually so easy with some very simple to use programs: QuantumElephant for PC users (free), and I use BookletCreator on Mac ($20)
i want to go into more detail about my process and supplies from a beginner perspective, i hope this helps:
format the text in a word processor
export your document as a single page PDF
enter that PDF file into Quantum Elephant or BookletCreator, to rearrange the pages for your signatures. your program will give you a new PDF file that you can then print.
4. double sided printing: i was so so scared of this at first, but it's incredibly simple. no matter what printer you have, somewhere in your print settings will be an option to print even or odd pages.
print all the even pages first, then when the stack is finished printing, flip them over, insert them back into the paper feed, and print the odd pages.
5. fold the signatures together so you have a stack of little booklets, then mark on the spine where your sewing holes need to be. manually punch the holes using an awl, or diy an awl by stuffing a cork on the end of a straight needle.
6. sewing: take regular sewing thread and run it over a block of beeswax. this makes the thread easier to manage and holds it in place better while you sew. a curved needle is also much easier to use than a straight one, especially for a kettle stitch (using Sea Lemon's tutorial)
7. gluing: glue decorative pages (or plain, but thicker paper) to the front and back to create your end pages, then press the book flat to apply PVA glue to the spine. press it overnight so the glue dries flat. (optional: glue a ribbon to the top of the spine, then sew on headbands) finally glue an additional piece of paper (or mull) around the spine to strengthen it.
8. optional: trim the edges of your book down to create a smooth edge. this one's given me the most trouble because it's very hard to get right with a knife, and the proper supplies are expensive. check your local stationery shop (i.e. Officeworks, Staples) for an industrial guillotine service
9. cover: once you have the final measurements of your text block you can start making the cover. this is essentially gluing cardboard, binders board, or plywood etc to a sheet of fabric. the fabric either needs to be bookcloth, or have some kind of non-porous back so the glue doesn't seep through. you can diy bookcloth from any fabric with tissue paper. then glue the decorate end pages to your cover to attach the textblock!
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Happy Fanfiction Writer Appreciation Day!!! @renegadepublishing put on their 3rd annual of this event today and I am so excited I got to participate! đ¤Š
I was originally not sure if I would đ
I wanted it to be a story that was very special to me and as luck would have it, my author responded â¤ď¸ I've been having an absolute BLAST reading and re-reading Fate Set Right by @mltrefry-ficwriter with @maleeka_mols_creates @jen.anderson.books and @sarahemaginnis on IG the past few months as everyone reads it for the first time â¤ď¸ I think I have read it 5 or 6 times at this point 𤣠I will be still reading this when I am 80 đľ
Some details: I wanted the books to flow from light hearted colors to middling colors to dark colors to flow with the story. I tried to also translate this into the endpapers and the endbands :) endbands were gutermann silk due to my color choices was going for an ombre effect across them but that needed work xD it's ok. The top edges are gilt with holographic foil. The endpapers are marbled paper from Sustain & Heal that I picked up at the Printer's fair last year :) the bookcloth was sourced from Kater Craft auctions last year as well. Covers are hand foiled â¤ď¸
#bookbinding#fanbinding#fanfic binding#edgedecoration#gildededges#foilededges#renegadelovesfic#ffwad#sevmione#binding
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The history of Christmas traditions kept evolving throughout the 19th century, when most of the familiar components of the modern Christmas including St. Nicholas, Santa Claus, and Christmas trees, became popular. The changes in how Christmas was celebrated were so profound that it's safe to say someone alive in 1800 would not even recognize the Christmas celebrations held in 1900.
Washington Irving and St. Nicholas
Early Dutch settlers of New York considered St. Nicholas to be their patron saint and practiced a yearly ritual of hanging stockings to receive presents on St. Nicholas Eve, in early December. Washington Irving, in his fanciful History of New York, mentioned that St. Nicholas had a wagon he could ride âover the tops of treesâ when he brought âhis yearly presents to children.â
The Dutch word âSinterklaasâ for St. Nicholas evolved into the English âSanta Claus,â thanks in part to a New York City printer, William Gilley, who published an anonymous poem referring to âSanteclausâ in a childrenâs book in 1821. The poem was also the first mention of a character based on St. Nicholas having a sleigh, in this case, pulled by a single reindeer.
Clement Clarke Moore and The Night Before Christmas
Perhaps the best-known poem in the English language is âA Visit from St. Nicholas,â or as itâs often called, âThe Night Before Christmas.â Its author, Clement Clarke Moore, a professor who owned an estate on the west side of Manhattan, would have been quite familiar with the St. Nicholas traditions followed in early 19th century New York. The poem was first published, anonymously, in a newspaper in Troy, New York, on December 23, 1823.
Reading the poem today, one might assume that Moore simply portrayed the common traditions. Yet he actually did something quite radical by changing some of the traditions while also describing features that were entirely new.
For instance, the St. Nicholas gift giving would have taken place on December 5, the eve of St. Nicholas Day. Moore moved the events he describes to Christmas Eve. He also came up with the concept of âSt. Nickâ having eight reindeer, each of them with a distinctive name.
Charles Dickens and A Christmas Carol
The other great work of Christmas literature from the 19th century is A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens. In writing the tale of Ebenezer Scrooge, Dickens wanted to comment on greed in Victorian Britain. He also made Christmas a more prominent holiday and permanently associated himself with Christmas celebrations.
Dickens was inspired to write his classic story after speaking to working people in the industrial city of Manchester, England, in early October 1843. He wrote A Christmas Carol quickly, and when it appeared in bookstores the week before Christmas 1843 it began to sell very well.
The book crossed the Atlantic and began to sell in America in time for Christmas 1844, and became extremely popular. When Dickens made his second trip to America in 1867 crowds clamored to hear him read from A Christmas Carol. His tale of Scrooge and the true meaning of Christmas had become an American favorite. The story has never been out of print, and Scrooge is one of the best-known characters in literature.
Santa Claus Drawn by Thomas Nast
The famed American cartoonist Thomas Nast is generally credited as having invented the modern depiction of Santa Claus. Nast, who had worked as a magazine illustrator and created campaign posters for Abraham Lincoln in 1860, was hired by Harperâs Weekly in 1862. For the Christmas season, he was assigned to draw the magazineâs cover, and legend has it that Lincoln himself requested a depiction of Santa Claus visiting Union troops.
The resulting cover, from Harperâs Weekly dated January 3, 1863, was a hit. It shows Santa Claus on his sleigh, which has arrived at a U.S. Army camp festooned with a âWelcome Santa Clausâ sign.
Santaâs suit features the stars and stripes of the American flag, and heâs distributing Christmas packages to the soldiers. One soldier is holding up a new pair of socks, which might be a boring present today, but would have been a highly prized item in the Army of the Potomac.
Beneath Nast's illustration was the caption, âSanta Claus In Camp.â Appearing not long after the carnage at Antietam and Fredericksburg, the magazine cover is an apparent attempt to boost morale in a dark time.
The Santa Claus illustrations proved so popular that Thomas Nast kept drawing them every year for decades. He is also credited with creating the notion that Santa lived at the North Pole and kept a workshop manned by elves. The figure of Santa Claus endured, with the version drawn by Nast becoming the accepted standard version of the character. By the early 20th century the Nast-inspired version of Santa became a very common figure in advertising.
Prince Albert and Queen Victoria Made Christmas Trees Fashionable
The tradition of the Christmas tree came from Germany, and there are accounts of early 19th century Christmas trees in America, but the custom wasnât widespread outside German communities.
The Christmas tree first gained popularity in British and American society thanks to the husband of Queen Victoria, the German-born Prince Albert. He installed a decorated Christmas tree at Windsor Castle in 1841, and woodcut illustrations of the Royal Familyâs tree appeared in London magazines in 1848. Those illustrations, published in America a year later, created the fashionable impression of the Christmas tree in upper-class homes.
By the late 1850s reports of Christmas trees were appearing in American newspapers. And in the years following the Civil War ordinary American households celebrated the season by decorating a Christmas tree.
The first electric Christmas tree lights appeared in the 1880s, thanks to an associate of Thomas Edison, but were too costly for most households. Most people in the 1800s lit their Christmas trees with small candles.
The First White House Christmas Tree
The first Christmas tree in the White House was displayed in 1889, during the presidency of Benjamin Harrison. The Harrison family, including his young grandchildren, decorated the tree with toy soldiers and glass ornaments for their small family gathering.
There are some reports of president Franklin Pierce displaying a Christmas tree in the early 1850s. But the stories of a Pierce tree are vague and there doesn't seem to be contemporaneous mentions in newspapers of the time.
Benjamin Harrison's Christmas cheer was closely documented in newspaper accounts. An article on the front page of the New York Times on Christmas Day 1889 detailed the lavish presents he was going to give his grandchildren. And though Harrison was generally regarded as a fairly serious person, he vigorously embraced the Christmas spirit.
Not all subsequent presidents continued the tradition of having a Christmas tree in the White House. By the middle of the 20th century, White House Christmas trees became established. And over the years it has evolved into an elaborate and very public production.
The first National Christmas Tree was placed on The Ellipse, an area just south of the White House, in 1923, and the lighting of it was presided over by President Calvin Coolidge. The lighting of the National Christmas Tree has become quite a large annual event, typically presided over by the current president and members of the First Family.
Yes, Virginia, There Is a Santa Claus
In 1897 an eight-year-old girl in New York City wrote to a newspaper, the New York Sun, asking if her friends, who doubted the existence of Santa Claus, were right. An editor at the newspaper, Francis Pharcellus Church, responded by publishing, on September 21, 1897, an unsigned editorial. The response to the little girl has become the most famous newspaper editorial ever printed.
The second paragraph is often quoted:
"Yes, VIRGINIA, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus. It would be as dreary as if there were no VIRGINIAS."
Churchâs eloquent editorial asserting the existence of Santa Claus seemed a fitting conclusion to a century that began with modest observances of St. Nicholas and ended with the foundations of the modern Christmas season firmly intact.
By the end of the 19th century, the essential components of a modern Christmas, from Santa to the story of Scrooge to strings of electric lights were firmly established in America.
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The Family Fare store is in a retail strip with a triangle-shaped sign at the top of the building. The sign structure, probably 5 feet (1.5 meter) wide and 8 feet (2.4 meters) high, has a door and is accessible from the roof, Warren said. âThere was some flooring that was laid down. A mini desk,â he said. âHer clothing. A Keurig coffee maker. A printer and a computer â things youâd have in your home.â The woman was able to get electricity through a power cord plugged into an outlet on the roof
She was sleeping up there. Can't precisely call it living.
She had her computer & printer, a place to charge a phone, and clothes to change into for work. No toilet, no kitchen, no refrigeration.
Which meant she had a place to bathe and pee elsewhere, possibly at a local gym? Pure speculation on my part. Probably ate a lot of fast food, which she could afford with a (minwage?) job. But I wouldn't be surprised if she was an office worker someplace with access to a microwave.
And when she was inevitably discovered, she was allowed to depart without getting arrested or otherwise hassled.
Good for her! She saved thousands a month in rent for a year, and hopefully has resources we don't know about. She played her cards close to her chest, which means she's clever as fuck.
Nameless Sign Dweller, I salute you. You deserve better than living inside a Family Fare sign.
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