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junkissed · 11 months ago

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member — junhui x f reader genre — romance, smut, strangers to lovers, soulmate au word count — 8.8k synopsis — an all expenses paid trip to greece for your friend's wedding seems too good to be true, but it gets even better when you meet a handsome stranger on the beach. with the help of a mysterious old lady, her magic deck of tarot cards, and one too many coincidences, you're starting to believe things really do happen for a reason. warnings — descriptions of female anatomy, unprotected sex, fingering, marking, an oddly romantic one night stand, mentions of past hookups, reader wears dresses, way too much yearning, happy ending ! notes — my part for the @svthub world tour collab; check out the masterlist here! thanks to @multi-kpop-fanfics for answering all my questions and the biggest thanks ever to @onlymingyus for proofreading & helping me brainstorm throughout !! inspired mostly by the spell mv but also a little bit from nana tour and in the soop bc of the vacation vibes. disclaimer i know nothing about tarot but i did a ton of research so i hope that part makes sense anyway :) this fic was a huge challenge to write so please please reblog if you enjoyed reading, the feedback is super appreciated and it helps me keep writing!! read bonus material here!

they say time flies when you’re having fun.

it felt like just days ago when your best friend had announced she was flying everyone to athens for her destination wedding. between helping prepare for the wedding and getting yourself packed for the trip of a lifetime, a weekend on the beach sounded like exactly what you needed to unwind.

but now that you’re here, you’ve quickly realized that your dreams of lazy spa days, massages, and lounging on chairs in the sand with cocktails aren’t on your friend’s itinerary.

what is on her itinerary, however? clubs. lots of clubs, and bars, and raves.

the night before the wedding, you’d showed up at the place you had all planned to meet at for her bachelorette party, a popular bar right on the beach in the center of everything. you hadn’t been sure what to expect, so you’d worn your swimsuit underneath your sundress just in case. between wedding plans and jet lag, you hadn’t yet had the chance to explore the beaches, and you weren’t about to let your favorite white strappy one-piece go to waste without wearing it the whole trip; especially not when you’re surrounded by gorgeous clear waters you don’t get to see while you’re at home.

you tug at your dress a little awkwardly, a simple off-white piece with buttons all down the front. cute and casual, the perfect thing for an evening on the beach. except an evening on the beach is not what you’re getting.

“next round is on me!”

all the girls let out a cheer, clapping and whooping as they raise their glasses. you’re still not even halfway through your first drink; the night is young, but your friends are more enthusiastic partygoers than you are.

you lean away to check the time on your phone, trying not to feel defeated when you see how early it still is. you’ve been trying to hype yourself up for tonight all weekend, but it doesn’t help that your friends are bigger partiers than you. that isn’t to say that you dislike parties, or that you never go out; but parties like this, huge events with hundreds of people packed into a small space with loud music and flashing lights, aren’t really your ideal way to spend a saturday night. even for such a special, rare occasion like a bachelorette party in another country, you can’t bring yourself to get lost in the scene. you should’ve known how this would go, and yet here you are, standing at a cocktail table by yourself surrounded by drunk women.

you turn back around and suddenly the bar is a sea of unfamiliar faces, everyone around you lost in their own worlds jumping and dancing to the music that booms from the speakers. you stand up on your tiptoes to see above the crowd, trying to push your way through in search of someone you recognize, but it seems like they’ve all vanished.

the pounding of the music is starting to give you a headache, so you down the last of your drink and head away from the bar, pushing past people until the crowd eventually starts to thin and you break out into the open air.

it’s still light outside, but the contrast from the darkened bar makes it feel like stepping into another world. the noise gets quieter the farther away you move, and you find your feet carrying themselves down the beach. you walk backwards, turning to look over your shoulder one more time to see if you can spot your friends, but all you see is a crowd full of strangers.

it’s easier to breathe out here, feeling the freshness of the ocean breeze and the salty air in your lungs as you get further and further from the people and the businesses. you turn around again and almost run straight into a man walking from the opposite direction, and you stumble into his arms before you realize what’s happening. you let out a little squeak in surprise and jump backwards, almost tripping over your own feet but his hand instinctively shoots around your waist to help keep you upright.

your cheeks burn with embarrassment, an apology already ready on your lips, but he beats you to it. “sorry,” he says with a shy laugh, slowly letting go of you and offering his hand for balance as you slip your sandal back on that had come off. he steps back and gives you a polite smile, trying to move out of your way. “you look like you’ve got somewhere to be.”

“the opposite, actually. escaping my friend's bachelorette party," you explain.

"we're in the same boat, then," he chuckles, tucking his hands into the pockets of his shorts. "trying to ditch the bachelor party. it’s a popular place for weddings, huh?”

“seems like it.” you hum, turning to look out over the water. the setting sun glints off the surface, a clear and bright sparkling blue, and you lift your hand to keep the glare out of your eyes. “i just didn’t think it’d be so…”

“…hectic?” he asks, and you laugh a little.

"yeah, you could say that.” a warm breeze ruffles through your sundress, and you cross your arms over your chest. “i guess all weddings are like that, though.”

he nods, following your gaze off into the horizon. you go quiet, listening to the music still loud in the distance and the sound of seagulls cawing above your heads. "i was hoping to get a chance to explore more of the beaches while i'm here. i don’t get to see it often."

"wanna go for a walk?” you ask suddenly, uncrossing your arms. maybe it’s the fresh air of a new place, maybe it’s the comfort of finding another person wanting to get away from it all, but some part of you wants to stay here and find out. you’d wanted to see more of the landscape anyway, and now seems like as good a time as any, especially now that you’ve got company.

he looks over at you, judging your expression before his face softens. “that sounds perfect.”

it’s still early enough that the beach is still mostly full of tourists, adults lounging on towels while reading books and kids splashing water at each other and playing in the sand. you walk further down the beach, passing in front of a grey haired old woman sitting cross-legged on a towel, shuffling a deck of cards in her wrinkled hands.

"always lovely to see couples enjoying the islands,” she calls out to you. there’s an almost rhythmic lilt to her voice, and it’s so sudden that it makes both of you pause and turn around, having paid her no mind as you walked past before. she gestures down at the deck and you finally notice that she’s holding a set of tarot cards, a deep matte black that seems to glitter and sparkle even while shadowed. “would you like a reading?”

your cheeks start to warm, and you push down the butterflies that flutter to life when she assumes you’re together. "oh, no, we're not—”

"sure," jun says over you, and you sneak a glance up at him when you think he's not looking. "how much?"

she clucks her teeth and shakes her head, staring directly at you although she’s answering his question. "no, no, no, my dear. just offering a bit of friendly advice. won’t cost you a thing."

jun nods, but she seems like she’s waiting for your answer so you quickly nod, too. “okay. what… do we have to do?”

she places her palms over the deck and closes her eyes, falling silent. you stand in front of her, feeling a little awkward to be hovering over her like this, but she it’s like she doesn’t even notice. you share a look with jun, but after a beat he grabs your hand and grins as if to say, just go along with it.

her eyes suddenly fly open and she seems pleased with whatever she was doing. “i knew i could feel it,” she says cryptically as she begins shuffling the cards. “but let’s just see what fate has to say about it.”

she stops and pulls the top two cards from the deck, placing them face down on the towel as she motions at them with her hand. at her signal, jun bends forward and turns over one of the cards, reading it aloud. “ace of cups.”

“ace of cups,” she repeats. “an invitation. the open, uninhibited flow of emotions, creativity, and love; the awakening of your spirit. this is a new beginning for you, the start of a new season. trust yourself and your feelings, and embrace the opportunity to grow with your emotions.”

jun nods seriously like he’s taking in her words, but you can see the hint of a smile at the corner of his lips that he’s trying to suppress.

she looks at you expectantly, and you hesitate before realizing she’s waiting for you to flip over the second card. you cheeks heat as you read it, but you try not to let it show. “the… lovers?”

she smiles, and although her face looks kind you have a sense that there’s something she’s not telling. “the lovers,” she says, almost solemnly. “many people think this card is strictly about romance. and in some ways it is, but what it really represents is a choice. two diverging paths, two responsibilities. will you choose with your head, or with your heart?”

she stares at you for another moment, then looks back at jun. you both stay quiet and still, subconsciously hanging on her every word as she pauses, clearly having more to say. “having these two cards come up together… now, that’s fascinating for you two, isn’t it?”

you find yourself nodding silently, although you have no idea why. you feel jun’s hand in yours, warm and soft and grounding, and the smallest shiver runs down your spine.

“the lovers and the ace of cups are the potential for new beginnings and the fulfillment that comes with following your heart,” she says, her eyes locked with yours. “this is a very powerful and meaningful connection, but only if you make the choice that is most heartfelt. you must be willing to be your most authentic self and hold nothing back. keep your eyes open, and you will be rewarded with profound joy and happiness.”

immediately you turn to look at jun to see his reaction. he looks just as confused—but is that a hint of excitement in his eyes?—as you do. the woman’s words are… cryptic, to say the least, but it stirs up a feeling of excitement in the back of your mind that you’re trying to ignore. it probably doesn’t mean what you think it does, right?

"hey, wait, so what does—”

you turn back to look at the woman for another explanation, but there's no one there. the beach is empty except for you and jun and the slowly setting sun, a few boats tied up at the dock. you’ve walked so far down the beach that even the distant music has faded into obscurity and you’re left standing alone together, surrounded by nothing but the sounds of the waves. even the wind has died down, and it feels eerily quiet but in an almost comforting sort of way, to be alone together in a place like this.

"you believe in that kind of stuff?" you ask curiously as jun starts to walk away.

"mm… not really. but she seemed like a lonely old lady. i thought it'd make her day." he looks down at your entwined hands and squeezes lightly, almost teasing as you look up and see the grin on his face. "why, do you?"

you can't help the butterflies that instantly flutter to life in your stomach when you feel his warm hand in yours, but you shrug. "why not?"

jun doesn't reply, just nodding thoughtfully as you continue to walk hand in hand.

with the way the atmosphere has suddenly changed, it feels like time has stopped as you meander your way along the edge of the water. you chat off and on with jun, but there’s a hefty amount of silence that neither one of you feels obligated to fill. talking to jun feels like talking to an old friend, and maybe it’s the beautiful scenery or maybe it’s the way both of you had found yourselves here looking for company.

after a while you come to a stop just below the rocks where you’d started. your footprints from where you’d run into each other are still visible, little indents in the damp sand, and it reminds you of what you were running away from in the first place. maybe you don’t want to run anymore.

"well…” jun says, inhaling slowly. "we should get you back to your friends. i'm sure they're looking for you."

"would it be so bad if i said i didn't want to find them?"

he pauses to gauge your reaction, and you don’t miss the flicker in his eyes as he looks at you. after a moment nods and points up the shallow cliffs, towards a little stone staircase worn down from years of being travelled on. "my hotel is just up there. if… if you wanted to stay a little longer? with me?"

you pull your lip between your teeth, looking up at him and the way the fading sunlight shines through his soft brown waves, and it only takes a second to make your decision. “i’d really like that.”

it turns out that missing out on your friend’s party for a few more hours is an easy price to pay for more time with jun.

the door of his hotel room barely has time to shut before your hands are on each other. you tug him closer by shirt with an eagerness you rarely allow yourself and he immediately reciprocates, pulling you by the waist until you’re pressed chest to chest.

his hand skims over your collarbone towards your neck, and you shiver at the warmth of his fingers caressing the side of your jaw. he angles your chin upwards and leans in as you meet him halfway and your lips finally touch, a low sound escaping from your throat as his nose brushes your cheek.

he makes a soft noise as he inhales, deepening the kiss until you feel your knees go weak. his hand cups your jaw harder, trying to draw you further into him, unwilling to break apart. he kisses you so softly yet you can still feel the intensity behind every movement of his lips, exploring your mouth with a gentleness that feels more natural than anyone you’ve ever kissed before.

jun curls his arm around you tighter, and you’re sure he can hear how fast your heart is beating as he kisses you again and again until you’re breathless. you slide your hands away from his chest and start to undo the buttons at the front of your dress, but he stops you. you look up and meet his gaze as his hand on your cheek moves to wrap around your waist, carefully walking you backwards until the backs of your knees hit the bed and you let yourself fall back onto it.

he lets out a quiet groan as you pull him down with you, landing on top of you and catching himself on his forearms beside your head. his face is inches away from yours, staring into your eyes for a beat before he presses down to capture your lips again.

his kisses feel like magic, and you almost forget exactly what you’re here to do. you’d be content to spend hours with his lips on yours and nothing else, but you’re quickly pulled away from it when he sits back and starts to slide his hands down your body, his nimble fingers skillfully undoing the buttons of your dress one by one.

he pulls the fabric away and lets it fall to the floor before leaning to kiss you again, and a grateful sigh slips from your lips at his touch. your fingers tug at his shirt and he breaks away once more to quickly pull it off over his head, tossing it behind him without a second thought.

your hands slide earnestly across his body, your fingertips trailing down his torso and the deep lines of his abs. his fingers brush over your swimsuit in tandem, tracing the cutouts of the fabric where your skin is visible and making you prickle with goosebumps at his touch.

he seems equally as content to just continue doing this, but eventually his hands make their way upwards and gently slip the straps off your shoulders. he doesn't move any further than that, waiting for you to move instead, his fingers resting at the base of your neck just beneath your chin.

you follow his actions and shimmy the suit down, letting it bunch up at your hips. only then does he finally break apart from you, moving his mouth down to your exposed breast and letting his tongue glide over your peaked nipple. your skin tastes like salt and sweat, like sunny days and warm breezy nights, and he can't get enough of you.

the first moan you let out is like music to his ears, and immediately he craves more of them. he wraps his mouth around your other nipple while keeping his hands attached to your body like magnets, desperate to be the one to draw more of those pretty noises from your lips.

you lift your hips just a little and he quickly gets the hint, wordlessly pushing his fingers between your skin and the fabric of your swimsuit before tugging it all the way off. he pulls it down your legs and you help him kick it away, leaving you completely bare beneath him.

your hands slide across his shoulders and up the back of his neck, tangling in his hair with another moan that sends a shiver down his spine. you can’t help but roll your hips upwards against his body, squirming for more friction as your nails scratch at his scalp.

his face stays buried in your chest for a long time, moving between your breasts and planting wet kisses all along your skin. your head is spinning at the sight of this gorgeous man working his magic on your body, his hands wandering up and down with a tender purpose. you don't even know his name but you already know you're gonna be thinking about this night for months, probably even years. you're shocked at how good he is at this; there's a melancholy feeling looming in the back of your mind, knowing that this is probably the first and only night you’ll get to spend with him, but you don't have time to focus on that when you have the tingly feeling in your stomach to focus on instead.

despite not saying anything aloud you can tell exactly what he wants from you, and something about how easy this is sends a feeling of relief through you. all of the mistakes of your past hookups feel like a distant memory. there’s none of the empty conversations meant to do nothing more than fill the silence and the awkward, tentative movements that you’ve become accustomed to from strangers who aren’t familiar with your body.

but something about the way jun touches you does feel familiar, like you’ve been waiting all your life for it, for him. his silence, something that most of your partners in the past had fought so hard to avoid, now only leaves more room for you to enjoy the sounds that often go overlooked: the wet hum as his lips connect with your skin, the distant crash of waves outside the window, the quiet whir of the ceiling fan.

jun leans down and kisses you again, shifting on top of you as his hand wanders down your hips. you pull him closer and let your hand travel a similar path, and you bite your lip in excitement when your fingers skim over the bulge straining against his shorts.

he lets out a strangled noise almost like a whimper at the contact but the sound only encourages you to add more pressure, soaking in his reactions. he whines again, pushing his hips into your hand and exhaling a shaky breath as you continue to palm him, feeling the hard outline of his cock as he struggles to keep his composure.

his knee is against your thigh and he repositions himself to press it higher between your legs, returning the favor and giving you something to grind on. instinctively your legs widen a little to give him easier access, and he rewards you with another hot, messy kiss.

you groan at the feeling, pushing your hips down towards him and rubbing yourself on him. it’s a little rough at first, but you’re already so wet that it doesn’t take long before his knee is coated in your arousal and you slide along him easily.

after a minute he pulls back just an inch, giving you room to breathe, but one hand is still on your hip and the other curled behind you to support your neck. “good?” he asks breathlessly, and even though it’s clear as day that you’re enjoying this as much as he is, you still nod and give him an encouraging smile, and he returns it with a smile of his own. “just let me know,” he says, and the sultry yet sweet tone of his voice makes your heart skip a beat.

at your approval his hand begins to wander again, trailing over the top of your thigh. his finger slowly make their way down and you shiver, your hand stilled against his abdomen as you anticipate his next move.

you take this moment to get a good look at him; you’d been too shy to stare earlier on the beach, unsure how things were going to go. but now that he’s on top of you, shirtless and obviously just as eager as you are, you let your gaze roam unabashedly across his body. your eyes glide over his torso, the hollow slope of his collarbones and his hardened nipples, the deep-set grooves of his abs and the faint lines of his ribs beneath his skin. you want to reach out to touch him and run your hands over every inch of him, but you’re trying to be patient. and although you know your time here is limited, it seems like jun is only just getting started.

his fingers finally make it to your inner thighs, tracing the area around your pussy, but it’s still not close enough for your liking. you wiggle a little to try and encourage him, whining softly and letting out a little plea. his lips quirk up and he nods, his grip on the back of your neck tensing and tangling in your hair.

his fingers finally brush against your entrance and you gasp, writhing at how gentle his touch is. he dips his middle finger into your heat before pulling it back out, trailing upwards to your clit to circle it for a moment before heading back down and repeating the process. it’s barely enough, yet it leaves you breathless almost instantly.

he’s staring down between your legs with an intense focus, spreading your arousal around before sinking back into you for more. and just when you think you can’t take it anymore, he pushes his finger in deeper, holding it still for a second even though you’ve already adjusted to it. he waits until you start moving, arching your back and trying to get him to go further, before he adds his ring finger and begins slowly thrusting both fingers in and out together.

you whimper and curse under your breath, trying to roll your hips to match his rhythm. he starts to curl his knuckles and you swear you see stars, despite the fact that he’s barely moving at all.

after a moment when you’ve regained the ability to breathe normally again you start to move your hand back against his bulge, shaky fingers dipping beneath the waistband of his shorts. you wrap your hand around him and your eyes widen at the thickness, the heavy weight of him in your hand and how you’re sure he must be aching by now. you feel the way his cock jerks when you squeeze ever so slightly, his fingers inside you freezing for a split second as his brain tries to process before he plunges them in even deeper, curling into you with even more fervor than before.

you hold him tighter and run your thumb over his tip, swollen and leaking with precum. he gets a little noisier with every move you make, unable to contain the pleasure he gets even from this. even the smallest touches from each other have both of you on edge in a way you’ve never felt before, drawn to each other like no one you’ve ever had before.

his clothes in the way are starting to frustrate you, so after another second you release his cock and move your hand up to the waistband of his shorts instead, trying to tug them down but it’s difficult from the position you’re both laying in.

“please,” you pant out desperately after having little success, and he obliges, pushing his shorts away as fast as possible before resuming his motions. he’s still almost completely ignoring himself as he continues to focus on you and only you, and his complete devotion gives you another boost of confidence.

now freed, his hard cock slaps against your thigh and you moan happily at finally being able to see all of him. it looks even better than it felt, thick veins bulging out across his length and his tip flushed a deep red. you wrap your hand around him once more, flicking your wrist as you start to jerk up and down.

his fingers curl upwards to massage the spot that makes your eyes roll back, and if you had any functioning thoughts left you would’ve marvelled at the fact that he was able to find it so easily, but you’re too busy arching your back against his pillow to think about that.

he can feel you starting to clench harder around him, making his fingers stutter inside you, so he pushes his other hand down on your hip to stop you from moving so much. he pulls his fingers out and your eyes dart back up to his face for an explanation, unable to stop the whimper that escapes from you at the loss, but the look in his eyes instantly puts you at ease. you can already tell he knows what he’s doing, and somehow he seems to know exactly what you need, so for once you don’t mind sitting back and letting someone else call the shots.

“can i fuck you now?” he murmurs, and it takes you a second to even hear what he said because you’re shocked at how low and rough his tone is since the last time you heard him speak. he wipes his fingers against the inside of your thigh as he waits for your reply, and you shiver at the cool wetness on your skin.

the best you can manage is a stuttered “yes”, and without a word of acknowledgement he pulls you off the bed, guiding you off your back and onto your hands and knees.

you let out a squeak at the sudden change but you let it happen, and a second later you hear his voice beside you, his breath warm against your ear. “still okay?” he asks, and despite the gruffness in his voice you can still hear the soft edge to his words.

“yeah,” you repeat, suddenly losing the ability to say anything else to express your pleasure, but somehow you know he understands. your stomach flutters at the low tone of his voice, steady and calm but so full of warmth and lust.

you feel the heat from his face move away from your skin, and you know he’s sitting up on his knees behind you. his hands slide down your sides, reaching under you to cup your boobs with both hands as he groans at the feeling. you let out a matching whine, pushing your hips back against him to feel his hard length against the soft flesh of your ass.

his hands still holding your breasts, he leans down over you to keep you flush to his body, your back pressed against his chest. he presses a kiss in between your shoulder blades, letting his tongue trace lightly over the ridges of your spine.

you grind backwards against him harder, your body on fire from his kisses as he starts to suck gently at the back of your shoulder. you’re not sure if it’s hard enough to leave marks, but you kind of hope they do, because then you’d be sure this encounter wasn’t a dream. what other explanation is there for the fact that you’ve not only met the most handsome man you’ve ever seen in your life, but that you’re currently on your hands and knees in his bed as he runs his lips over every single inch of you, waiting for him to fuck you? it’s too good to be true.

but it is true, and you know it when he pulls away to brush your hair to the side and expose more of your back for him. his fingers are still so gentle against your skin, his touch heavy but soft, and it makes you even more desperate for him.

after a while he lets go of you and leans back, taking his cock in his hand and gently tapping it against your ass. you groan and fall forward, pressing your face into the pillows and arching your hips up into the air. his hands slide down your sides, gripping your waist with a low groan as he leans forward to kiss the side of your neck again.

he finally pushes all the way into you, and it feels so good it takes your breath away for a second. you can feel your walls throbbing around him, struggling to adjust to the feeling of being so full in the best way, a way you haven’t felt this strongly in so long. it’s a feeling like no other, and it makes you wonder why you ever settled for anything else before this.

his hands are all over you like he can’t decide what to do first, but after a while they settle at your hips and give them an encouraging squeeze, waiting patiently for you to set the pace. finally you bring yourself to move, tipping forward to let him slide out of you just a bit before you lean back into him.

he adapts quickly to your rhythm, thrusting in and out and matching your pace, using his grip on your waist for leverage to push himself deep inside with every stroke.

“fuck,” he moans under his breath, finally breaking the silence, and with just that one sound you feel yourself starting to let go.

the words tumble out of your mouth and you ball your fists into his sheets, clinging to the bed to keep you grounded while your head is spinning. “please, please, yes—”

everything finally hits you all at once, like a tidal wave pouring over you as you fall forward and bury your face into the pillow with a broken whimper.

“don’t stop, please,” you whine breathlessly. your words are muffled by the pillow, but you can tell he’s heard them because his grip on your hips tightens even more, slamming into you with just as much force as before and carrying you through your orgasm.

jun has to bite his lip not to sail right over the edge with you, focusing all his energy on holding himself back until he feels your body go limp all at once, the waves finally subsiding and you let out a deep, pleasured exhale. he’s so close he can practically taste it, his skin flushed and damp with sweat and his abs burning with exertion. only once he’s absolutely sure that you’ve finished cumming does he let himself break, pulling out as fast as he can and wrapping his fist around his length with all the energy he has left.

he moans weakly at the loss of your tight, warm walls hugging him so perfectly, but the view as he jerks himself over you all but makes up for it. the sight of your ass pressed flush against his thighs, your lower back arched and on display like a gorgeous blank canvas, and it gives him such a rush until he can’t hold on anymore.

the warm, sticky liquid hits your back and you whimper into the pillow, instinctively lifting your hips even more towards him. his cum spurts out in thick ropes, painting your skin and pooling in the little divot at the base of your spine, running down your ass until it feels like you’re soaked in it.

he finally pulls back and lets out the breath he didn’t know he was holding in, groaning as he sees you sitting still on the bed with your hips in the air. you feel the bed shift with his weight as he gets up, but you don’t pay any attention to it as you focus on trying to steady your breathing instead. something in your gut tells you to stay put, and sure enough, a minute later you hear the sink running and then feel the cool fabric of a damp washcloth brushing over your back.

he lays his hand on your ass and gently gives it a little squeeze to signal that he’s finished, and you finally fall over onto your side. you’re coasting on cloud nine, and everything feels both dulled and hypersensitive at the same time. the whir of the overhead fan is a little more prominent now, and the quiet drone echoes around in your brain.

“do you need water? or do you want a snack, or something?” jun asks, and while his voice still has a touch of shakiness as he’s recovering himself, you can tell his tone is back to the gentle and polite sound you’ve become used to hearing from him.

you shake your head, and he hums softly in acknowledgement as he points to the nightstand on the side of the bed closest to you. “there’s an extra water bottle there, if you need it. i haven’t opened it.”

you nod against the sheets, suddenly too tired to even think about forming words. jun climbs back onto the bed next to you, stretching out his long limbs and leaning against the headboard with a satisfied sigh.

you surprise yourself when your body automatically reaches out for him, curling into his body and laying your hand across his forearm like a weight keeping him close. but what surprises you even more is when he mirrors the action, scooting closer to you and letting your head rest against his stomach. your first thought is that he makes a very comfortable pillow, and you let your eyes fall shut for a moment as your breathing returns to normal, wanting to savor this moment as you collect yourself and prepare to leave.

you open your eyes what feels like minutes later, but when you reach over to check your phone you realize you’ve been asleep for more than an hour. you inhale slowly and swallow, blinking a few times as the sore feeling in your hips reminds you of where you are.

instinctively, you start to panic a little. your friends are probably looking for you. you disappeared without telling anyone, and now you have to get back to your hotel and make sure you have enough time to sleep properly and get ready for the wedding in the morning. never mind that it was probably the best night you’ve ever spent with another person, and never mind that your friends are probably still out partying and haven’t even noticed you missing yet.

you slide off of the bed as quietly as you can, stumbling a little when your feet hit the floor. you crouch down to pick up your swimsuit off the floor and put it on, hopping on one foot as you slip each leg through the holes. it's darker outside now, but the street lamps and the moonlight shining through the sliding glass door that leads to the balcony of his hotel room are bright enough that it still feels like day. you're so focused on getting dressed and mentally running over your to-do list that you completely forget there's another person in the room until you hear his voice cutting through the silence.

“you don’t have to do that, y’know.”

you freeze and look up, your half-buttoned dress hanging loosely from your shoulders, your cheeks burning at the realization you’ve been caught.

jun swings his legs off the bed, crossing the room in a couple of strides before he’s standing in front of you. he’s wearing nothing except for the boxer shorts he threw on right before you fell asleep, and your cheeks flush even harder at the sight, despite the fact that you’ve already seen much more of him than this.

it takes every ounce of restraint you have to keep your eyes from straying, locked on his face before your gaze falls quickly to the floor where your sandals are left in a heap.

you didn’t mean to sneak off. but what else were you supposed to do? you hadn’t meant to fall asleep and stay as long as you did, either, and now you were stuck with the awkward conversation that always comes afterwards. the inevitable hurried goodbyes and uncomfortable tension as you try to put yourself back together and leave as fast as possible.

jun takes a small step closer to you, and despite all the confidence you know he has, it feels almost… tentative. as if you’re meeting for the first time and he isn’t sure whether or not he’s allowed to touch you yet.

there's a lingering feeling that you can't quite put your finger on yet. it's conflicting, because you know you can't stay but everything in you is screaming not to leave. maybe there's something you can do, anything you can do. is it all worth it? to turn your life around in a complete 180 for someone you barely even know— and yet, the last few hours that you’ve spent with him have been incomparably the best of your life.

after a moment he reaches out and starts to finish buttoning your dress for you, his fingers working them back through the loops with just as much care as he did when he was taking them off earlier.

“sorry,” you manage quietly, though you’re not even really sure what you’re apologizing for. a lot of things: sorry for running away, sorry for having feelings you probably shouldn’t be feeling, sorry for knowing this won’t work out despite the way you really, really wish it could.

but he just shakes his head as he finishes buttoning the last button. “i took it off. i can help you put it back on, too.” you can tell he knows what you had actually meant, but he’s ignoring it either for your sake or his. something about his words feels so easy, like all the problems in your head don’t mean anything anymore. here you are, an anxious and awkward and confused mess, and there he is, smoothing out the wrinkles in your dress like it’s something he’s been doing all his life.

he adjusts the strap on your shoulder with a gentle pat, but his hands linger for a few seconds longer than they should, and you lift your eyes to meet his. “can i kiss you again?” he asks quietly, and for some reason his choice of words sticks with you. not one final kiss, not a goodbye kiss, just again. like he’s refusing to admit this will probably be the last time you’ll ever see each other.

and you nod, and his hands slide up to cup your cheeks and pull you back into his lips, just as warm and just as soft and just as familiar as the first time. there’s something so innocent about kissing him, even in the midst of a complicated and confusing mess of emotions that makes you second guess everything. somewhere in the back of your mind you vaguely register that this is the last time you’ll ever kiss him, but as long as his lips are on yours it doesn’t matter. you’ll figure out how to deal with all that later; for now, the only thing you’re concerned about is the way he grips your chin and pulls you even closer.

it feels like hours later when you finally pull away, letting out a slow exhale as you try to blink yourself back to reality, and you know what has to happen now. “can you find your hotel on your own? do you want me to walk back with you?” jun asks, and you can feel the hesitancy in his voice.

“it’s not far,” you sigh quietly, turning away to slip your feet into your sandals that wait by the bed where you’d taken them off earlier. you should’ve said yes. “but… thank you.” your words hold a sincere weight to them, and it’s silent for a few seconds as you cross the room quicker than you want to.

“you could stay,” he says finally, but his hand is already on the doorknob and you both already know the answer. you hate that you have to be the one to tell him no, even though it’s been clear from the start what the outcome would be. you give him a small shake of your head, and he pulls on the knob.

he stands and stares for a minute, watching you walk down the hallway and praying you’ll turn around. and then you do, glancing back at him over your shoulder, and he almost allows himself to have a little bit of hope that you might come back, even though you both know you can’t. when you find him still standing in the doorway your eyes light up just the slightest bit, and finally you disappear with a tiny little wave.

the door clicks shut again, and the silence that follows is louder than anything he’s heard all day.

“and you didn’t even get this guy’s number?!”

you wince at the tone in jeonghan’s voice, rubbing the back of your shoulder guiltily. “his name, either.”

“even after the magic old lady said all that shit about soulmates?”

“she didn’t say that!” you huff. your tone rises almost defensively, although it probably has no reason to. she didn’t say anything about being soulmates… right? “she said something like, ‘keep your eyes open for stuff around you’. but he said he didn’t even believe in it, anyway.”

a waiter carrying a tray of champagne glasses walks past, and he snags a couple of them, holding one out to you. “well, it doesn’t sound like you’re keeping your eyes open. it sounds more like your eyes are closed, actually. are you blind?”

you scowl and take the glass from him. “my flight home is tonight, hannie. i’m not gonna see him again.” you take a sip, letting it sit in your mouth for a second before you swallow. “and besides, he said he was here for a wedding, too. he could be from anywhere in the world. it would be impossible to find him.”

“doesn’t hurt to at least try.” you both stop in front of a circular table covered in flowers, with a little placard next to one of the plates with jeonghan’s name on it. “i guess this is my table. you want me to help you look for yours?”

you shake your head, pointing to a table a little ways away. “i saw mine on the way in, it’s over there.”

“whatever,” he hums at you, but you know he’s just teasing. “i still wouldn’t blame you if you ditched and ran off to try and find him.”

“not happening!” you call over your shoulder as you walk away, matching his playful tone. but you can’t help but feel like maybe he’s right.

jun taps his fingers against the table, staring mindlessly at the bubbles floating in his glass of champagne. he’s stuck in his head— no, that’s not right. that’s not the problem. you’re stuck in his head. it’s nearly a full day later and he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about you, the taste of your lips, the feel of your breasts in his hands, the scent of the shampoo in your hair. if that wasn’t the most perfect hookup in the history of hookups, then he doesn’t wanna know what is.

he still feels bad for not even paying attention during the ceremony, because he was too busy imagining you and him up there on the altar kissing instead. god, what he wouldn’t give for another kiss like that. but just like you, he knows it never would’ve worked out, and despite the what-ifs that are chewing him up inside and the fact that he definitely, absolutely, totally would’ve tried to make it work however large the distance was, he knows it’s probably for the better. even if it means he’s gonna spend the rest of his life pining after a girl he met on vacation for less than a single day, and he’ll never even know your name.

he takes a swig of his champagne and tries to put on a cheery face. this is a wedding, after all, and he can’t afford to spend all his time pouting when he’s in a beautiful city by the seaside enjoying delicious food and near perfect weather.

and then he sees you.

not really, of course, because it’s probably the champagne going to his head after chugging the majority of his glass like a frat boy at a college party. but then he blinks, and it really is you, wandering around for a second before you sit down at a table on the other side of the venue, wearing a soft blue dress that’s even prettier than the one he saw you in yesterday.

he blinks again, not fully believing that it’s you and not just the combined effect of the alcohol and his daydreams, but you’re still there when he opens his eyes again. and he knows it’s you, because he can see the faint hickies on your back and shoulders that you clearly tried to hide with makeup but couldn’t fully reach.

the chances that he’d see you again—not even that, but the chances that you’d be attending the very same wedding he was—must be one in a billion. maybe even more. yet there you are, picking at your nail and staring wistfully at your empty plate as you wait for the reception to start.

he stares for another minute, just to make sure you’re actually real, before he stands up and makes his way to the terrace at the back of the venue where the groom is standing next to a tower of cupcakes.

“gyu,” he greets him, “hey. are we allowed to switch tables?”

“i… don’t think so?” mingyu hums, a little off guard by the sudden question. “i made sure we put you next to hao, but—”

“if i give you twenty bucks, can you put me at table 8 instead?” jun’s eyes flicker with desperation, and he has to force himself not to look back over at you.

mingyu whines apologetically and hesitates, glancing at his bride a little ways away as she talks to a table full of guests. “she did all this planning, jun, i can’t just change everything now…”

“it’s not changing everything.” jun pulls his wallet out of his pants pocket, already rifling through the bills. “i’ll make it a hundred. mingyu, please, just switch me,” he says.

the whine in jun’s voice makes him pause, and he bites his lip as he considers it. on one hand, he could have his brand new wife a little bit mad at him for a while (who’ll probably forgive him the second she gets in bed with him tonight), plus get to help his friend and get an easy hundred dollars out of it. or, on the other hand… he could not help him, and his wife would never know, and jun would probably hate him for some unknown reason even though he doesn’t think jun has a single bone in his body capable of hating anybody. the decision is easy.

mingyu takes the bills from jun’s hand and stuffs them in his pocket before anyone can notice. “go ahead,” he says, tossing his head in the direction of the table. “i don’t know what it is you want, but don’t let anybody see you.”

“thanks! i owe you!” jun grins and hugs him, letting out a noise almost like a squeal before he turns and dashes away.

you’re barely paying attention to the reception anymore as you sit with your chin in your hands, again mentally running over all the things you need to pack and how on earth you’re going to be able to board your flight tonight and leave everything behind. the beaches, the city… and him. how are you supposed to just get on a plane and get on with your life, knowing that he’s out there somewhere in the world, and you’re never going to see him again.

you’re trying not to sulk, but you can’t help the way your mood has been sour all morning, already filled with regrets and you haven’t even left yet. maybe you should’ve skipped the wedding altogether and spent another day in his bed, wrapped up between his sheets and lying in his arms. but then the rational part of your brain reminds you that he was also in town for a wedding, so even if he’d wanted to or even been okay with doing that, he probably had other plans anyway.

you’re still trying to figure out what to do about your hopeless situation when you hear a sound close behind you. it startles you into putting a smile on your face, preparing yourself to socialize although you really aren’t in the mood to.

“is this seat taken?” jun asks as he pulls out the chair to your left and sits down.

your brows furrow in confusion, trying to place the familiar voice, until you turn around and your jaw drops when you see who it belongs to.

you stare at him in shock, your eyes darting back and forth between his trying to figure out what to say. “you’re not joshua,” is the best you can come up with as your mouth hangs open and you whip your head around to check the list of names assigned to this table. you recognize them all, yet here he is: the nameless stranger you’ve fallen so helplessly in love with in so short an amount of time.

he smiles at your reaction, and it’s such a genuine smile that you know he’s feeling exactly the way you do right now. “i guess you’re right. i’m not.” he brushes the name card in front of him to the side and sets his own down in its place instead before he holds out his hand to shake. “it’s nice to meet you. i’m jun.”

you pause for a minute, staring at his hand. you can’t believe this is real, you can’t believe he’s real; you’d almost been able to convince yourself that the whole encounter last night was a fever dream, if you hadn’t woken up in the morning with a soreness between your legs that screamed that it definitely was not a dream.

finally you reach out and take his hand, and even in that little touch you can tell it really is him, from the way your heart picks up when you feel the familiar softness of his skin and the gentle squeeze that sends goosebumps down your arm.

“it’s nice to meet you, too.”

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nemesis-is-my-middle-name · 3 months ago

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here's the thing: despite how he presents himself at times, john has never been casually cruel.

he's quick to reach for violence or manipulation to get what he wants, yes, he can be petty and easily angered—but absent of outside influences, generally speaking, he chooses mercy when he can. he's the one who told arthur to get rid of eddie, but he's also the one who gets him to back down from straight-up shooting him ("you would be killing a man who's done nothing wrong. put the gun away.") he's the one who wants to slow down and check on the stopped car in part 2, when he could just as easily have not even brought it up and kept them going on their way. before the coma, having existed on earth for like a day-ish, he's the one who directly asks arthur to spare the wraith.

john does not enjoy hurting people. he doesn't like violence for its own sake; he's been trying to escape that cycle from day one. when he chooses to be cruel, it's not a matter of convenience, it is reactive. it's because he's angry or afraid or feeling pressured or cornered and doesn't know what else to do. it's the only way he knows how to engage with the world: bare your fangs, lash out, claw for every scrap of control you can reach.

that's not the behavior of a god who's used to ruling unopposed, always getting his way, never caring about anything other than satisfying his whims. that's someone who's lived soaked in blood for far too long and desperately wants to stop.

he may have built a new kingdom in the dark world, but that doesn't mean it left him unscathed.

i do legitimately think the dark world is overwhelmingly a much stronger influence on john's character than his past as the king. but idk how common that take is

#the nemesis speaks #mv liveblog #malevanalysis #equally i think john (esp. in s1 or when they're fighting) tries to like... hide the fact that he Cares at times #bc it's a weakness. so he kinda. fobs the responsibility off on arthur. nudges him to make the call for kindness or mercy #so he can be like ''oh well that was your call i'm just following what you wanted. right.''#idk. he's just. guy...#like i said. KIY provided the base. dark world gave him all the Flavor™#also. everything i said above does also apply to yellow generally #on account of they are... The Same Guy

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7ndipity · 4 months ago

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Their Love Languages

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: What the members main love languages are(both giving and receiving)

Warning: none, I think

A/N: First off, I'm so sorry for not posting much the past few weeks, I'm really hoping to get back to posting regularly again, but thank you all for your patience and understanding. A big thanks to @universal-travel-er for requesting this, I hope you like it!

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Jin: Giving: I think it’s a mix of Gifts and Quality Time. He seems to take a lot of delight in giving the members gifts, however odd some of them might seem(gold toilet brush lol). He also understands the importance of being with the people that matter most, so he definitely makes spending time together top priority(He literally planned a entire event at Lotte world so he could hang out with Army for the day)

Receiving: Quality Time and Words of Affirmation. He’s an introvert at his core, but spending time with the select people that he feels most comfortable with means the world to him. Even if you’re doing separate things, just being able to spend time existing in each other's proximity makes him happy. Also, I just feel like his constant plays for complements(I look handsome, right?” “Whaa! Have you ever seen someone play this well?!”) aren’t entirely for the joke. He really does crave them, they give him an instant boost of confidence like nothing else

Yoongi: Giving, there’s no question that his main love language is Acts of Service, we’ve seen it from him making food/snacks for his members, checking in on trainees, even just playing along with little requests from fans during livestreams. It warms his heart like nothing else to be of service to those around him. I also think he’s really big on words of affirmation. He’s always praising others in his soft, gentle way.

Receiving: I think it’s the same two, plus Quality Time. He appreciates acknowledgement of his efforts and someone who’ll look out for him as much as he does for them. He also values his free time greatly, and so someone making a conscious effort to dedicate time for him means a lot to him. Similar to Jin, you don’t even have to necessarily be doing the same thing, so long as you’re together(all those fics about hanging in his studio are onto something, tho I think he avoids working when he’s with his S/o)

Hobi: Giving: Gifts! He loves treating his members and loved ones to little surprises, whether that's with a simple coffee/dinner or some super elaborate gift(like when he made Jimin a physical copy of his song ‘Promise’ with a proper album booklet and everything). It makes him so happy to be able to provide for his loved one in some way, and he really loves finding special, unique things to show that he cares.

Receiving: He seems to really glow from Words of Affirmation, he loves having his efforts acknowledged and receiving praise. Acts of Service also seems to be a big one for him, The way he gets soo excited whenever one of the members comes by during a mv shoot or helps him with something(Jimin killing the bug for him during In The Soop lol), it makes him so happy to know that people actually want to help him too, not just the other way around.

Joon: He’s mentioned before that one of his love languages is Words of affirmation, both giving and receiving. He really values verbal expressions of affection and encouragement, and so he tries to give that back to those around him. Another big one for him as well is Quality Time. He’s very much an extrovert and knows the importance of spending time around those that you love, so he definitely makes an effort to be there for them as much as possible.

Receiving: Same as above. Having someone to just sit and talk with him about whatever soothes his heart like nothing else. It doesn’t matter if it’s a super deep topic or not(though knowing him, it’ll inevitably turn philosophical lol), just having someone spend time with him means the world to him. And that goes hand in hand with Words of Affirmation. As I said before, he really values verbal connection and encouragement, so genuine compliments or words of positivity makes his heart so happy

Jimin: For Giving, it’s definitely Acts of Service and Words of Affirmation. He’s very much a care-er, everyone who spends more than two minutes with him talks about how helpful and generous he is. He’s always making sure those around him are taken care of and encouraged in whatever it is they’re doing, or giving comfort if he sees someone struggling. Even in the military, other soldiers have shared how he treats them to food or gives up his phone time for them. He just wants to make sure everyone’s looked after and taken care of.

Receiving: Words of Affirmation and Physical Touch. We’ve all seen how physically affectionate he is with the members and his friends, he takes an immense amount of joy and comfort in physical contact, even if it's just a simple touch on his hand or shoulder. He also absolutely lights up whenever he receives praise, and really cherishes every piece of encouragement that he receives.

Taehyung: Giving: Words of Affirmation, He thrives on praise, and he also gives the same out to those around him happily. He’s always giving words of encouragement to the people around him. I’m reminded of him cheering on the crew in the middle of a sandstorm during the Yet To Come video shoot, and when a fan mentioned how she was joining the military because she wanted to help her family, and he told her that she was already helpful and valuable just by existing. He loves to lift up and encourage those around him through his words

Receiving: It should come as a shock to no one that his main languages are Words of Affirmation and Physical Touch. Look at the way that boy’s face lights up when someone compliments and try to argue with me. He absolutely thrives on praise. He’s talked about how he would work extra hard on choreo because he wanted praise from Hobi. He is also one of the biggest cuddle bugs I’ve ever seen, he’s always seeking out hugs and physical contact from the members or his friends, and this would only become more intense with his S/o.

Jungkook: Giving: Quality Time and Words of Affirmation. He seems to really put high priority on spending time with his loved ones as a way of making them feel seen and appreciated(yes, I’m still crying over his surprise weverse live, don’t touch me😭). He’s also always more than ready to give out compliments and words of encouragement to anyone around him, especially if he notices someone having a tough time.

Receiving: Quality Time, Words of Affirmation, and Physical Touch. Tbh I could’ve put all five languages for Kookie, he thrives on all forms of love and affection. The members have mentioned how easily sad he gets if he’s not included in things, he’s at his happiest when he’s with his people. He tends to be rather hard on himself, so he really relies on and takes a lot of comfort from praise and words of encouragement. He’s also mentioned how he really craves Physical Touch as a way to feel connected to his loved ones.

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jocelynellie · 2 days ago

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Sweet Release - MV³³

Max Verstappen x driver!reader

Summary - After another victory, Max pays a visit to his rival to let off some steam.

Contains - smut (18+ only), semi established relationship (they frequent fuck buddies), dominant Max

The sun dipped low over the Bahrain International Circuit, casting a golden hue over the sprawling paddock. The air was thick with the scent of burnt rubber and the lingering adrenaline of the day’s race. Max Verstappen stood at the edge of the track, his helmet tucked under his arm. The weight of victory still clung to him, a familiar yet intoxicating feeling. He’d dominated the race, as he often did, but today felt different. The stress of the season, the pressure to maintain his title, had built up inside him like a coiled spring. He needed release. And he knew exactly where to find it.

With purposeful strides, Max made his way through the bustling paddock, his strong frame cutting through the crowd with ease. His eyes were fixed on the Mercedes motorhome, a sleek silver and blue beacon in the sea of trailers. Inside she would be there, his rival, and the woman who knew exactly how to unravel him, especially after she tried a few risky moves to overtake him

The motorhome’s door slid open with a soft hiss, and Max stepped inside, the cool air conditioning a welcome contrast to the desert heat. She was sitting on the couch, her racing suit unzipped halfway, revealing a hint of her toned midriff. Her hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, and her eyes sparkled with a mix of exhaustion and anticipation. She looked up as he entered, her lips curling into a mischievous smile.

“Max Verstappen,” she purred, her voice dripping with faux sweetness. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Max set his helmet down on the table, his gaze never leaving hers. “You know why I’m here.” His voice was low, commanding. “You’ve been getting bolder schat, bratty even”

Her smile widened, and she pushed herself off the couch, her movements deliberate and provocative. “Oh, I’ve been bratty, have I? And what are you going to do about it, Max?”

He closed the distance between them in two long strides, his hand wrapping around her wrist and pulling her closer. “You know what I’m going to do,” he growled, his breath hot against her ear. “You’ve been pushing me. Now it’s time to remind you who’s in control.”

Her eyes darkened with desire, her body leaning into his. “Prove it,” she challenged, her voice barely above a whisper.

Max didn’t need to be told twice. He spun her around, pressing her against the wall, his body flush against hers. His lips attached themselves to her neck, his hand snaked down under her racing suit and to her thigh before finding their way to her core momentarily. She gasped as his fingers brushed against her bare skin, her head falling back.

“You’re wet,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her neck. “Already. For me.”

“Always for you,” she admitted, her voice trembling.

Max growled in response, his hand tightening on her thigh. He dipped his head, nipping at her earlobe before trailing kisses down her neck. She shivered, her hands gripping his shoulders as he worked his way lower, his mouth leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

“Kneel,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Her cheeks flushed, but she dropped to her knees without a word, her eyes locked on his. Max watched her, his chest rising and falling with restrained desire. He unzipped his race suit before pushing off his fireproofs and letting them fall to the floor. His erection sprang free, thick and throbbing, and her gaze flicked down, her lips parting in a silent gasp.

“Take it,” he commanded, stepping closer.

She didn’t hesitate. Her hands wrapped around his shaft, her touch firm but reverent. Max hissed as she began to move, her mouth opening to take him in. She was slow and deliberate, her tongue swirling around the head before she took him deeper, her lips stretching around his girth.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his hands tangling in her hair. “That’s it. Take it all.”

She hummed in response, her throat working as she swallowed him down, her hands gripping his hips to steady herself. Max watched, his control slipping as she bobbed her head, her mouth hot and wet. He wanted to thrust, to fuck her mouth hard, but he held back, savouring the way she surrendered to him.

Enough,” he finally growled, pulling her off him with a wet pop. “On the bed. Now.”

She scrambled to her feet, her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen. She moved to the bed, lying back on it with a smirk.

Max joined her, his eyes dark with desire. Pushing her to lay flat on her back. "Relax schatje." He said, voice low with desire.

With that, he pulled the rest of her racing suit off followed by her underwear, then instantly attaching his mouth to her clit, sucking and licking rhythmically.

Her back arched off of the bed at the intense feeling of pleasure, his tongue making her fall apart beautifully. He held her down my her hips as his actions intensified. Her noises growing from soft whimpers to loud moans of absolute pleasure.

As his tongue dipped down to her entrance, his nose brushed against her clit in the most beautiful way. "Max." She moaned his name, squirming under his grip. "Max, I'm close." She told his, her fingers threading through his hair.

He kept his intensity as her orgasm washed over her, then bringing her down slowly. She began to whine and squirm in overstimulation, that's when he pulled away. Standing up to tower over her one more.

“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember your own name.”

He didn’t waste any more time. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her to the edge of the bed as he positioned himself between her thighs. She spread her legs willingly, her hands reaching for him as he teased her entrance with the tip of his cock.

“Please,” she whispered, her voice desperate.

Max smirked, his eyes locking with hers. “Beg,” he demanded.

“Fuck me, Max,” she pleaded, her voice breaking. “I need you so bad.”

That was all he needed. He thrust into her in one smooth motion, burying himself to the hilt. She cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as he filled her completely. Max groaned, his head falling back as he savoured the tightness of her body around him.

“So fucking good,” he muttered, his hips beginning to move.

He set a relentless pace, his thrusts deep and deliberate. She met him with equal fervor, her body arching off the bed as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Her moans filled the room, raw and unfiltered, as Max pounded into her, his control slipping further with every stroke.

“You’re mine, schat” he growled, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. “Say it.”

“Yours,” she gasped, her voice hoarse. “Always yours.”

Max’s thrusts became more urgent, his body tightening as he felt his release building. “Cum for me,” he commanded, his voice rough. “Now.”

Her eyes rolled back as she obeyed, her body shaking as her orgasm ripped through her. Her walls clenched around him, milking him, and Max followed quickly, his hips stuttering as he spilled himself deep inside her.

For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies still and breathless. Then Max pulled out, collapsing beside her on the bed. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face, his touch gentle now that the storm had passed.

"You are so beautiful." He murmurs only just loud enough for her to hear. "You okay?” he asked, his voice soft.

She turned to him, a lazy smile on her lips. “Better than okay,” she murmured, snuggling into his side.

Max wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, his heart still racing. “Good,” he said, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Because you’re stuck with me, schatje Whether you like it or not.”

She laughed, a soft, contented sound. “Wouldn’t have it any other way, Champion.”

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wonsroyalty · 6 months ago

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predictable, 박종성

pairing/warnings - 2.3k,, spider-man!jay x f!reader, college/uni students, switch!jay x switch!f reader,, smut, blood, wounding 🔥

a/n: no fancy theme because i’m writing this on a whim: inspired by this tiktok i saw earlier, no doubt mv has actually changed me and i loveeeeee jay so enjoy🤗

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You sat in your bedroom tapping your pen unconsciously at your desk.

“I need the report in for tomorrow, Yn. You’ve already had a week.”… You remembered the head of the school newsletter scolding you earlier.

How on earth did she think that you could gain access to the football team in order to ask them about their frat lifestyle AND write up everything from your seven-hour interview as a small section in such a short amount of time.

You thought back to your best friend Jay.

He’d always had a way with words and you knew that if he were with you he’d say something like, “Sunghoon said he’s ditching his playboy rep to focus on himself, weirdo because he literally threw himself at you during this interview, you can simplify it to ‘I’m a lame loser who doesn’t get any hoes because I fucked around and found out’, done!”

A giggle slipped from your lips at the thought of imaginary Jay but you quickly gained composure because the thought of having to pull an all nighter, in order to finish, didn’t seem appealing.

And the fact that Jay had turned down your plan of him helping you because he claimed he had “important business” whipped you into shape.

Ding!

7 messages from mother🐻

hey pumpkin!

i may be later than usual tonight

just been told to prep for emergency surgery

left your dinner in the oven to heat up

first aid kit above the front cabinet

don’t hurt yourself pls!!!

love you bye 🥰

You reacted with a heart and wished her luck then threw your phone onto your bed.

The upper half of your body slumped onto the desk.

“I’m so screwed.” you whispered in defeat.

Your phone then began to ring causing a loud groan to leave your throat as your body lugged itself to the source.

“Hey Jay, what’s up?” you sighed. “What do you want?”

“Open your window.” he panted out.

You could hear sirens in the background and Jay didn’t sound too good.

“Whats happening right now? Are you okay?”

“Open the window, please.” he begged. “Trust me, just open it!”

“I don’t trust you.” You joked. “Besides which one would I open, there’s three.”

Jay started shouting at someone on the other end of the line.

“Fuck!” he groaned in agony. “The- the one facing central park.”

“Uh.. okay. I just did it.”

“Step back! Like backkkk.” he warned.

“Moving back as I speak.” you sighed. “Is this the super important thing you had to do?”

You had spoken too soon.

A man precisely shot his body through the gap of your window then slammed it shut behind him and slumped onto the ground.

“Spider-man?! What the..” you stepped towards him tentatively. “Are you- wait Jay! Oh my, I think he’s hurt.”

You began to type out a message to the boy when Spider-man ripped his mask off.

“Jay Park?! You have got to be shitting me!” you gaped. “What the fuck?!”

Jay winced in pain as he shot a web at your jumper to pull you down towards him.

He’d pulled you off balance and while your legs straddled his hips, your hands fell onto the gaping wound in his abdomen.

“Stay down.” he whined. “Can’t let them see.”

“Them..?” you mouthed.

“I was in the middle of a fight.” he rolled his eyes. “Obviously.”

“We’re gonna talk about this later, I need to close that up.” you glared at him.

His head hit the wall behind him as he began to register the state he was in.

You crawled out of the room and ran over to the cabinet that your mother left the first aid in. Nimble fingers turning the oven and a timer on your way out so that Jay would have something to eat before he left.

If any other friend of yours were in this situation, you would’ve patched them up, scolded them and sent them on their way.

But with Jay, you always wanted to keep him around because you… liked him.

You had to stop yourself from checking him out when you got back to your room, he’d pulled his suit down to his hips, toned stomach on display.

“You sure you know what you’re doing..?” he frowned.

Instead of responding you shoved a piece of cloth into his mouth.

“Bite on it.”

Jay used his free hands to pull the cloth out. His hands reached into the box to grab a painkiller and swallow it dry.

“Ew.” you sneered. “I have water..”

He ignored you. “There’s nothing in the wound, I already checked.”

Taking alcohol, you cleaned the outside of the wound and prepped your synthetic polymer fibres.

As soon as the cool metal pierced Jay’s skin he began to squirm around.

His jaw flexed as he groaned out in pain.

“Please stop moving, Jay,” you begged. “It’s gonna hurt more if you keep moving.”

Despite your plea, he continued to twist and turn.

You groaned in frustration.

“Stop moving!”

The cloth was placed in his mouth again and you got up onto your knees to snatch the scarf that dangled off your bed frame.

Your hands grabbed his wrists and tied them behind his back, double knotting the scarf so that he wouldn’t move.

Jay thrashed around trying to rip out of the restraints.

“Okay, calm down, I’m starting again,”

You slowly but surely sutured the wound and wrapped his waist in a bandage.

Jay whimpered.

“Huh?” your head snapped up as you took the cloth out of his mouth.

Without missing a beat, he leaned forward and kissed you.

Your fingers automatically made their way into his hair as you licked along his bottom lip.

He opened his mouth and pressed his tongue flat against yours before fighting for dominance in your mouth.

You couldn’t get enough. Your lungs gasped for air as you continued to practically eat his face off.

Subconsciously you lowered your hips onto his, rolling to get friction from his semi hard on against your pulsing core.

“Fuck.” he whimpered. Again.

“Always whining,” you teased him. “Never thought you’d be such a bottom, Jongie.”

He ripped the scarf as he broke free from the restraints.

Now you were the one whining.

“All I did was rip the scarf and you’re already dripping into my lap, who’s the real bottom here?” he mocked you with a fake look of shock all over his face. “Always wanted to have you under me..”

His words had your hips rutting against his, pathetic moans leaving your throat.

“Do I even have to do anything or will you get off just like this?” he grinned, marking up your neck.

A faint beeping broke you out of your trance.

“AHHHH! THE OVEN!”

You got up immediately, ignoring the way your fuzzy cat pyjamas clung to your lower body, and ran to the kitchen.

Thankfully the food wasn’t burnt but you clutched your heart as Jay launched himself onto your waist.

“I meant to say thank you.” he whispered.

His fingers made their way to where you needed him most, circling your clit through the fabric.

“Yeah- right. You.. You’re welcome.” you moaned at the end of your sentence, the pressure building up.

“Is this okay..?” he asked.

“Yes.” you nodded.

Jay pulled away laughing at your protest.

“What do you want me to do?” he asked.

You kept your lips shut. There was no way in hell that you were gonna submit to him so easily.

“Come on, baby.” he stared down at you through half lidded eyes. “Tell me where you want me..”

You shook your head, stubbornness radiating off your body.

“Is it here?” Jay asked.

His fingers unbuttoned your shirt, gasping at your uncovered chest as he tugged at your nipples.

A loud whine left your lips.

“Sensitive.. I see.” he looked determined.

“I’m not.” you grumbled.

He grazed your left nipple with his teeth, fondling the other with his warm hand.

“Fuck.” you moaned as his wet tongue circled the sensitive spot.

“You’re not huh?” he shook his head at your lie.

“Jay please.” you whined, hips chasing his.

“Please what?” he leaned away.

You swallowed your pride for the sake of your pleasure.

“I need you.” you moaned. “Need your fingers inside me.”

Jay lowered his head as an overwhelming wave of pleasure hit his body. He always knew that he’d liked you, but those words sent him over the edge.

He needed to have you immediately.

“Say it again.” he growled.

Once his lust filled eyes made eye contact with yours, you clenched your legs together.

“I need you so bad, Jay.” you whined.

He manhandled your body onto the kitchen counter, ripping off your pyjama bottoms and underwear in one go.

His tongue licked a stripe up your dripping hole, collecting the slick that leaked out.

Jay closed his eyes, taking in the taste.

“You taste so fucking good.” he whined.

Without missing the chance to take advantage of his submissive state, you tugged at his hair.

“Fuck..” he moaned loudly.

“You’re so hot.” you whimpered.

Seeing him like this made you feel a certain way.

He eagerly embraced your clit with his tongue and shoved his fingers into your cunt. They scissored you open before curling into you at a rapid pace.

Your hips thrashed up, chasing your high, not even caring about the loud sounds leaving your mouth and lewd sounds coming from Jay.

“You close?” he asked between moans.

You nodded, unable to form proper sentences.

“You have to ask.” Jay firmly stood his ground.

“Jay, please. Please let me cum!” you pathetically begged.

“Okay, princess.” he nodded. “Come for me..”

The orgasm hit you like five trucks, it truly felt never ending as Jay helped you through it.

Once your body recovered, you jumped down onto shaky legs attacking Jay’s lips as you pushed him backwards.

He absentmindedly followed the direction, tripping backwards as his legs made contact with your bed.

“Close your eyes.”

Jay made himself comfortable, lying down with his eyes closed.

“Wait- what!” his eyes shot open.

You’d handcuffed him to the headboard.

“Now why do you have these..” he questioned.

“Was saving them for when you’d come around.” you whispered into his ear, sending shivers down his spine. “Now i’m gonna help you, with your little problem.”

You gestured to the way his cock painfully throbbed in the tight material of his suit.

“It’s not a little problem- Shit.”

He closed his eyes as you grabbed at his crotch.

You left kisses down his body, licking his abs before pulling the rest of his suit off.

His cock slapped up against his stomach causing him to moan loudly.

“How are you so wet..?” you questioned in awe, staring at him in disbelief.

“Stop staring at me..” he blushed.

“You weren’t lying about this not being a little problem.” you praised, licking a stripe along the underside. “You’re so big, so thick.”

Jay’s hips thrusted up, more precum leaking out.

“Please.. help me.” he cried.

“Don’t cry, baby,” you wiped away the tear that left his eye, babying him. “I’ll help you.”

Instead of sucking him off, you lowered your hips onto his dick.

Jay felt like he was going to explode.

“Fuck! You’re so tight,” he moaned.

The stretch had your eyes rolling back.

Hands falling onto his chest for support, you slowly found your own pace to bounce at.

“Please let me touch you..” he begged.

“No.” you scolded. “I’m going to go at my pace and you’re gonna get off this way.”

Tears were fully streaking down his face at this point.

His balls were heavy and tip throbbing, the sensation being too much for him to handle.

You continued to bounce on him, eyes closing at the pleasure of his thickness rubbing against your walls.

The moans leaving your throat increased in volume as slick gushed out of your pussy. The thought of using Jay had you excited.

Seeing you on top of him, using him for your own pleasure had Jay going insane.

He broke out of the handcuffs and flipped you onto your stomach.

“Fuck! Jay, right there!” you cried out in surprise.

His palms smacked at your ass, rapidly pushing you back onto his dick.

“Wait.. wait I wanna see your face when I cum.” he whined, flipping your body over.

Your legs rested on his shoulders as you cried at the newer, deeper angle.

His balls smacked against your ass as he slammed his hips against yours.

“Jay, I can’t,” you moaned.

“Yes you can.” he growled. “I’m so close.”

His hips began to falter before they stilled, shooting cum deep inside you.

You came right after him, his whines and moans setting you off.

Jay slumped onto your body, cradling your face with his hands.

“I like you so so much.” he confessed, kissing you sweetly.

“Well I think I’ve liked you for longer.” you laughed.

“If you say so.” he giggled, hugging your chest. “That was so good, I don’t think I’ll ever let you have anyone other than myself.”

“Same here.” you played with his hair. “WAIT FUCK MY PAPER!”

THE END.

bonus scene:

After getting cleaned up and eating (Jay forced you to) you sat on his lap at your desk, typing onto your desktop computer.

He read out the transcript and helped you summarise it into text.

“Sunghoon says that he’s ditching his playboy rep to focus on himself, weirdo because I remember him throwing himself at you during this interview hoping that you’d give him attention, you can simplify it to ‘I’m a lame ass bitch who doesn’t get any hoes’ he truly did fuck around and find out!”

You laughed at his words.

“I knew you’d say something like that.”

He snuggled up to your back.

“So I’m getting predictable now, huh…”

You shook your head. “Never..”

“Guess our date will have to be something you wouldn’t expect.”

He was right, you really didn’t expect lunch on top of Brooklyn Bridge.

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project-sekai-facts · 2 years ago

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As of posting, it has never been outright stated in the game that Mizuki is transgender, although the fact can be inferred from several hints in the story, mainly from how their classmates act around them. Outside of the story, there are several visual codes that suggest or even confirm the fact that Mizuki is trans.

A lot of color coding and symbolism is used to suggest that Mizuki is transgender, perhaps the most obvious example being their Fragment SEKAI, which uses the same color palette as the transgender pride flag. You can read more about that in this post.

Both the 2D and 3D MVs for IDSMILE, Mizuki's first commissioned song, switch betwen a pink (typically feminine) and blue (typically masculine) color palette, but are pink for the vast majority of the song. In the 2DMV, the background changes to blue for the first part of the final chorus, before returining to pink before the end of the song.

In the 3DMV, the lighting changes to blue during the instrumental, then shifts between pink and blue during the bridge, and then remains as pink for the final chorus.

A similar use of lighting can be seen in Mizuki's trained The One Who Gave Me Courage 4*. Mizuki's room is lit in blue, with pink light filtering in through the window, which Mizuki is leaning towards.

This point was submitted by @glitter-and-strangle-hugs

And if you look closely at Mizuki's Nightcord icon, you'll notice that it uses the same blue, white & pink color palette as the trans pride flag.

This point was via a reply from @misty-is-a-dragon

All of the symbolism and color-coding aside, the fact that Mizuki is transgender is actually confirmed by their middle school appearance. When they were in middle school, Mizuki had a typically masculine haircut and wore more masculine clothes. They also wore Kamiyama's male uniform, indicated by the tie used, the side of the blazer that the buttons are on, and the fact that they are wearing trousers.

You might also notice that in their middle school bedroom, they have a cloth covering their mirror, but in high school the cloth is folded over and the mirror is visible. This could be linked to their appearance at both points in time, and Mizuki being more comfortable with their feminine presentation.

A final, song-based example of Mizuki’s trans coding is that they (alongside Mafuyu) covered Villain, a song with a transgender narrator. Mizuki also has a solo Another Vocal of the cover, which you can listen to in the video above.

The song IDSMILE also adds to the case, since the lyrics describe Mizuki’s situation of being afraid to tell people their secret [about their gender identity] and distancing themself from their friends by keeping it hidden.

#mizuki akiyama #project sekai #cards #2dmv #3dmv #flashing gif tw #flashing lights tw #just in case #apologies for late post. technical issues #now go. win internet arguments #hall of fame

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sinnaminsuga · 1 year ago

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red lights adjacent - sub!hyunjin x sub!reader x dom!chan

wc: 2,804

cw: hyunjin is a slut, so is the reader, chan likes it that way. SMUT MDNI.

synopsis: while shooting the red lights mv chan noticed something about hyunjin and now he's got a theory he wants to test, he just needs your help.

a/n: was literally plagued with visions of overstimulating hyunjin and making him cry soooo this is what i ended up with. oops. also if there are any spelling errors pls don't tell me bc ive read this trash so many times trying to work it all out and if i have to re-read it again i might go blind.

sw: dirty talk, daddy kink, unprotected sex (pls be smarter than that), bondage, threesome, some gay shit, breeding, blowjobs, lingerie, deepthroating, general toughness, waxing poetic about hyunjins beautiful face. idk probably more but im bad at this shit.

hwang hyunjin is beautiful. its a well documented fact, no ifs ands or buts about it. he has the kind of face ancient civilizations would have gone to war for. old world dynasties would have been reduced to rubble over a face like his. hwang hyunjin is the kind of beautiful where it almost hurts to look at him. it makes you question your belief in a higher power because, how could there possibly be any room for debate on if there is a God when there is simply no other reasonable explanation for how a devine creature like him came to exist on this earth? so with all that being said, there's no way he could get any more beautiful. or so you thought.

it had always been your assumption that there was no possible way he could look any more stunning than he naturally does; but your mind was changed the minute you saw the lithe expanses of his smooth milky skin held captive by blood red ropes. you felt an astounding amount of pride as your eyes bore witness to his soft flesh being pulled tight by the coarse material; the blood under his skin rushing to the surface where the ropes were knotted artfully over his collarbone, across his abdomen, splayed over his pelvis, looped around his upper thighs and finally circling the base of his dick. and you had worked hard to make sure the knots around his wrists and ankles were comfortable yet sturdy before attaching them to each bedpost.

you had taken your instructions very seriously, as the man giving them to you from edge of the bed, wouldn't allow any of this to continue if either of you were to disobey his direct orders, and dear god you would rather die than see this endeavor be cut short.

you admired your handiwork a bit more before the rumbling of a particular voice hit your ears.

“how do you feel baby? is this what you wanted? y/n did a good job huh? you look so pretty.” chan spoke softly to hyunjin, absentmindedly petting his head. hyunjin looked up at his leader and nodded, unsure if he could speak without whining as the ropes pulled across his body with every move.

“yeah i knew you'd like this. the whole time we were shooting “red lights” i saw you ya know? the way your breathing got shallow when the staff chained you up. the way your eyes glazed over when they gave you instructions to pull against your restraints. god, standing above you on that bed, watching you writhe below me was a sight to see. my good boy just wanted to be tied up and used huh?” chan said to him, his finger hooked under hyunjin's chin forcing his head up to look him in the eyes. a whimper forced its way out of him as his hips instinctually bucked and the the sensation of the ropes took over.

you couldn't drag your eyes away from his lower body. the sharp angle of his hipbones jutting up to the ceiling as his cock drooled uncontrollably, the fluid flowing from his tip dribbling down to darken the rope wrapped snugly around the base of him. without even thinking you reached out and wrapped your hand around his shaft, you were just so overwhelmed with the desire to touch him. the feeling was unexpected and the sound that punched its way out of hyunjin's chest was glorious. his body attempted to curl in on itself but the ropes kept him firmly in place. you watched the range of emotions flicker over his face in rapid succession; surprise at your initial touch, pleasure from finally being granted a little stimulation, sensitivity from being denied his pleasure for so long, shock when he remembered the restraints keeping him spread open, frustration at not being able to move, and finally acceptance as he gave in to the languid stroking you were doing. he continued to toss as the pleasure took over, thrashing wildly against the mattress and moaning into the pillow.

hyunjin's noises were reduced to whimpers as chan’s hand squeezed around his jaw, directing hyunjin to look him in the eyes. “shhh baby boy, y/n is gonna make you feel good okay? you'll let her do that, won’t you? you'll lay there and take what i let her give you, understood? words please, jinnie.” chan cooed. “yes daddy. i'll be good for you, for her too i promise. i'll be your perfect boy just like always, i promise, please! god just please keep touching me!” hyunjin choked out, making chan grin. he leapt up from where he was perched on the edge of the bed and rounded the corner until he was standing behind you. you repressed a shudder as chan’s hand slid up your back, tracing over your spine and occasionally tripping over the straps of the lingerie set you were wearing. his hand glided up into your hair with ease until his palm cradled the base of your skull, then suddenly he locked his fingers to grab your hair firmly by the roots and pulled you upright so your back was against his chest as he angled your head to the left exposing the expanse of your neck. the suddenness of his movements caused you to lose your grip on hyunjin’s dick and he cried out from the loss of contact, his hips frantically bucking into the air in a fruitless attempt to find friction.

chan hummed as his lips made contact with the skin of your neck and continued as he licked, nipped, and sucked at your flesh. he hooked his chin over your shoulder as his right hand charted a course down your abdomen to the apex of your thighs where the pads of his thick fingers rubbed over your damp slit. when you could finally manage to pry your lids open, you locked eyes with hyunjin. he was practically panting watching chan devour your throat and palm your pussy. “so pretty y/n, y’look so pretty. like a dream. want to paint you one day, just like that.” he whispered. hyunjin's words and gaze coupled with chan's wandering hands and skilled mouth were almost enough to send you over the edge.

“now here’s what's next my loves. y/n, you're going to get on your knees, lean down on your elbows and suck hyunjin's pretty dick right into the back of your throat okay? i want you to take him as far as you can, and quickly. do not stop until i tell you to. not if he begs, not if he cries, not if he screams. got it?” you nodded as well as you could with his left hand still in your hair. chan released you and you quickly got into the position he had described, gently grabbing hold of hyunjin's cock. “i’m sorry jinnie, but you know i have to.” you quipped right before you took him into your mouth and as far into your throat as you could manage. the garbled noise that ripped its way out of hyunjin's throat threw you into over drive as you bobbed your head and sucked him like your life depended on it. he was groaning deeply and his limbs were flailing the best they could in his current predicament. his back arched up off the mattress so beautifully you wished chan would take a photo.

“fuck, fuck, FUCK. jesus chri- oh my god! y/n, sweetheart slow down- PLEASE! oh fuck i can- i can feel- fucking fuck. i can feel your throat squeezing me so tight!” hyunjin wailed throwing his head back, the veins in his neck becoming more prominent as he grit his teeth.

suddenly chan’s hand made its way to your pussy again and you gasped around the thickness embedded in your throat causing hyunjin to hiss.

“crotchless panties angel? so proud of you. always so prepared for daddy huh? know just what i like.” chan muttered from behind you. you heard the telltale jingle of his belt being opened and the zipper being lowered on his jeans. he had already removed his shirt earlier so he was naked quickly, and he wasted no time before rubbing the head of his dick along your weeping folds.

“now i'm going to fuck you nice and deep the way you like and i want you to keep sucking my good boy okay?” chan said but before you could respond he shoved himself into you in one swift thrust. chan was not small in girth or length for that matter but the stretch you felt every time he fucked you open was delicious. you couldn't help but moan around the cock in your mouth which in turn caused hyunjin to scream at the unexpected vibration. chan’s laugh that followed was dark and proud, thrilled that he held so much power and that you both let him use it.

“fuuuuck sweet girl this cunt is always so fucking tight huh? doesn't matter how many times i fuck you or let someone else fuck you, you always snap right back. god i love being inside you.” chan growled as his hands gripped your hips and held you steady as he pummeled his way in and out of your slippery hole. the whole time he was fucking you, you were being forced onto hyunjin's cock as well, every moan muffled by the thickness battering your throat.

“hyunjin is y/n a good cocksucker? hmm? you think? you think she's better than you were?” chan taunted him as he drove himself inside you over and over again. “remember when we had our first one on one meeting? just me and you alone in the studio? i said 'hyunjin if you really are serious and want to stay in this group i need one thing from you’ do you remember that? i do.” you could hear the grin in his voice even if you couldn't see him. hyunjin groaned and mumbled what sounded like a yes. “i also remember how fast you sank to your knees and scrambled to try and open my belt. you thought i wanted you to suck me off to stay in the band. and you were so willing to give me whatever i wanted. all i was going to ask you for was your loyalty and your honesty in all things. but you offered up that pretty mouth quick as a bitch and who was i to say no?” chan laughed at the memory as he threw a foot up onto the bed to change the angle he was fucking into you from so he was now nailing your gspot on every thrust.

“y-yes i remember. ‘course i do. i knew w-what you were gonna ask me because felix told me beforehand what you were going to ask, what you asked a-all of them. i just- fuck yes keep sucking y/n im so close. i jus’ wanted you so bad i thought if i tried and y-you didn't want me back it would just be an easily brushed off m-misunderstanding.” hyunjin whined, his hands balled up into fists, knuckles white.

“y/n suck him dry. now.” chan ordered and you sucked harder pulling a squeal out of hyunjin. “go on sweet boy. go ahead and cum. you earned it.” chan encouraged as he delivered a heavy smack to your ass. your muffled yelp was the final straw and hyunjin came hard into your mouth, his body attempting to lurch off the bed. you swallowed everything down and pulled off of him, replacing your mouth with your hand. as chan continued to ram into you, you mirrored his thrusts with the fist wrapped tightly around hyunjin's still hard cock.

“stop stop stop please! god please i can- i can't take it! it's too sensitive please!” hyunjin cried. “yes you can baby. you can take it. trust me.” chan cooed. feeling bold you leaned forward once again and sucked hyunjin's tip harshly while lashing the tip of your tongue over his slit.

“FUCK! no no no no it's too m- too much. stop stop stop!” hyunjin continued to wail. he was begging you to relent but he also didn't use his safeword so you knew he didnt really want it to stop. the sound was like music to chan's ears and the rhythmic clenching of your cunt around him propelled him quickly toward his own orgasm.

“i'm gonna cum in you okay baby? gonna breed this pretty pussy, stuff it full of my cum. that what you want? yeah it is isn't it?” chan rambled and you moaned out a “yes please daddy” right before he exploded inside you. your hand around hyunjin never stopped moving and he was crying now. big fat tears rolling down his cheeks from the overstimulation.

chan pulled out of you and watched your hole flutter, pushing out his seed. he murmured a string of praises as he watched the glistening fluid drip out of you. you looked over your shoulder at him, jutting your lower lip out.

“daddy i didn't get to cum yet. can i?” you asked.

“go ahead baby. make yourself cum.” chan said with a wave of his hand and an evil grin etched on his face. you grinned right back before scrambling up hyunjin's body and straddling him.

“wh-what are you doing? oh...oh no. no no no. please it's so sensitive it's so so sensitive y/n i can't!” hyunjin hiccuped, tears still flowing. you leaned forward and ran your tongue up his cheek, lapping up the briny liquid seeping from his eyes. then you whispered “oh jinnie, don't you want me to feel good too? i worked so hard after all.” you reached behind you and positioned his tip at your entrance before effortlessly sliding down onto him. you moaned as he filled you and he once again thrashed against the ropes wrapped around him. you started to ride him in earnest, aching for your own release at this point. the man beneath you was mumbling incoherently about how good your pussy feels and how badly he wants to come again. chan sauntered over and perched next to hyunjin again, reaching out to pet his head and pepper his face with kisses.

“i’m gonna cum, fuck i'm gonna cum!” you cried as you worked yourself over hyunjin’s dick and used one hand to furiously rub your clit.

“daddy shes squeezing me so hard i don't think i ca- can get out. can i cum inside?” hyunjin pleaded with chan. “of course you can baby, right sweetheart? you want jinnie’s cum inside you don't you?” you just nodded in response. “my girl loves to be creampied you never have to ask. just go ahead baby boy.” chan explained. you drove yourself down onto hyunjin twice more and then you were cumming, mouth dropping open as your inner walls milked him for all he was worth. hyunjin spasmed beneath you as he came and came and came inside you. he wasn't speaking anymore, just making these stunted little sounds as his body shook with the aftershocks of his second orgasm.

chan had begun to untie the ropes as you slowly lifted yourself off of hyunjin. you whispered praise to him as he has hummed, completely fucked out and boneless beneath you.

“shhh it's okay sweetheart. you did so good for us baby. we’re gonna put you to bed now okay?” chan murmured to the man shaking in the bed. hyunjin managed to croak out an “uh-huh” in response. you grabbed a bottle of lotion from nearby and began to work it into the reddened skin all over him where the ropes had been, while chan wiped down hyunjin's groin with a warm cloth. you hummed a tune you knew hyunjin loved and his eyes fluttered shut, a tiny smile making its way to his face.

after everything was put away and the room was right again, chan crawled into the bed to spoon hyunjin’s half asleep form while you crawled in the other side to press yourself to hyunjin's still somewhat heaving chest. you pulled the blanket up high and tucked yourself into his warm skin and he wound an arm around your waist. chan's hand rested on hyunjin's hip, squeezing the flesh there every so often.

being here felt so right, so natural, so easy. loving these two was as easy as breathing. you couldn't believe it had taken this long to get here but now that you had, you weren't letting them go. before your eyes fell closed you heard the sound of chan's lips kissing along hyunjin's shoulder before he whispered “rest now my loves. because i have big plans for you tomorrow.”

THE END

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glearyyyne · 1 year ago

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we can't be friends (wait for your love)

Part 2

Synopsis: Here you are at the Brighter Days Inc., hoping it would help you remove Satoru's memory in your fragile heart.

Word Count: 2,787 words

Warning: Heavy angst

Note: This was based on the mv of ariana's latest song, I felt like I need to make that version of the one and only it boy Gojo Satoru! This is best to read while listening to we can't be friends (wait for your love)

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Pen clicking

You stared dully at the paper in front of you that was waiting to be sign. Your mind was all over the place the moment you walked inside with the stuff you used to cherish. With full determination, you decided to end things for your own good.

You have given extensive thought behind your decision and give "Brighter Days Inc." the exclusive permission to remove this person completely from your memory.

___ Yes ___ No

You sigh, dropping the pen as you try collecting your thoughts by staring at the box beside you that has all of the stuff you had with Gojo.

Satoru...

Oh how that name sounds so sweet yet painful.

Tears swell in your eyes reminiscing those elegant sapphire eyes that used to look at you with so much love that you missed.

Your eyes stumbled upon the white teddy bear, it was his first anniversary gift.

"Babe, look here" Satoru spoke with so much happiness.

You two were at the arcades, trying to have some fun after you two finished eating lunch together. "I bet you can't get that" You suddenly told him with a smirk. Satoru looked at you with his competitive look, "I bet you I can indeed get that" he said before putting a token inside the machine to start the claw machine.

The game was super easy, just try and claw a stuffed toy and bring it to where it was supposed to fall but this machine in front of you was known to scam people. That's what you taught, but Satoru proved you wrong.

With determination and focus he had when getting that teddy bear that only cost around a dollar to some store, he managed to safely get the teddy bear after so many tries.

Satoru's eyes widened when the claw didn't let go of the teddy bear when it was brought above as it safely held the teddy bear before dropping to where he could receive it. He screamed in joy not caring about the people around him.

"Darling! Look! I got it!" Satoru told you with a joyful tone as you giggled at his actions before he gave it to you. "Me? But you worked so hard just to get it" You said as you held the teddy bear with love.

"Yeah, but it shows how much I'll do anything to give you what you want" He said with those soft and loving eyes as if nothing else matters in this world just you and him.

When you heard your name being called, you stopped thinking about him as you touched your cheek when you felt a tear-stained. The nurse asked if you were ready to go. "A-ah just a second" you hurriedly said and hastily grabbed the pen to sign the paper.

You have given extensive thought behind your decision and give "Brighter Days Inc." the exclusive permission to remove this person completely from your memory.

✓ Yes ___ No

You stood up and gave the nurse the signed paper before grabbing the box and head inside the room. The doctor greeted you enthusiastically as he told you to give the nurse the box you were holding.

As soon as you gave her the box, you sat down on the treatment chair with anxiety creeping your body. Feeling your heart start to beat loudly as if fighting you to stop this nonsense.

"Is it your first time? I can see how your eyes move around" The doctor asked with his lightening laugh just to ease you up.

"Yeah, sorry I just really don't know how to calm myself" You said, fiddling your fingers to atleast help calm you down. "Don't worry actually what happens to most of our patients who came here for their first time" The doctor said while preparing the machine.

You looked at the table to see the box again, you felt as if your heart was screaming at you to stop this.

“So who are you forgetting? We need to know so that we can ask you after this procedure is done” The doctor asked.

“Someone named Satoru Gojo” You were hesitant at first but you answered anyway.

"Don't worry, we'll give you those final moments with your memories before they disappear" The doctor assured you.

"Are you ready?" The doctor asked and with a final sigh, you nodded.

You closed your eyes as soon as you felt the doctor put something on your head. That's where the process begins.

DELETION PROCESS

"Satoru?" You softly spoke when you noticed those white hair that stood among the crowds as he turned around and smiled before waving at you.

He rushed up towards you with a grin, patting your hair leaving you groaning since you just finished brushing your hair. "Stop it! I just brushed my hair!" You whined, slapping Satoru's hand away with a glare.

He only giggled, "You just looked too cute" Satoru then took your bag. "I'll carry this, is there any place you want to see?" He asked.

"Should we go get some coffee?" You suggested.

"Sure, make sure mine is caramel macchiato with extra caramel" He said with a smile. "You and your sweet tooth" You said with a laugh.

"Well I can't really live without sugar and of course you my honey bunch" He said, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you close to him. You smiled while hugging him back.

Tears stained your eyes as you started to see your final moments with your memories.

DELETION PROCESS

24%

"Happy Birthday!" You flinched when Satoru suddenly surprised you in your shared apartment. The feeling of tiredness and burnt out suddenly left, a smile crept up on your face.

"You didn't have to" You said, dropping your bag to the ground before heading to Satoru. "I have to, because it's your birthday baby," Satoru said, holding the cake near you with the candles being lit already.

"Make a wish" He said

When you first observe how the cake was made, you can see how messy the font was made. It already says that it was Satoru who made the cake. You gently close your eyes and begin making a wish.

Let us stay together, tomorrow as well

You blew the candle with ease, but this is satoru we're talking of course chaos is on his vocabulary. He dumped the cake into your face after he made sure to put out the candle to not hurt you. You stood there in shock before grabbing a handful of cake as you threw it into his face leaving you two a giggling mess. You were curious as to what the cake tasted like.

“I didn’t even get to taste the cake” You said with a pout after Satoru came back with a tissue to clean your face. “Don’t worry, I made two cakes, that cake earlier is just for fun” He said while wiping your cheeks. “And look! I got you a gift!” He said placing the box that was wrapped well into your lap.

You stared at the box suspiciously before you slowly unwrapped the present. Sooner, you found what was inside the box that left you gasping in surprise. It’s the stethoscope you’ve been wanting to get after beginning your doctor journey. You stared at him flabbergasted.

He only smiled more and spoke, “Happy Birthday baby”. Tears swell in your eyes before you throw yourself to Satoru, hugging him while thanking him endlessly. He hugged you back, placing small kisses to your head.

DELETION PROCESS

48%

“I told you to leave me alone!” You shouted, crying hysterically while continuing to run in the rain without any shoes because all you wanted was to run away from Satoru.

But the moment Satoru was able to catch you by grabbing your arm and pulling you into a hug, you cried heavily into his chest. He made sure to take his jacket off to wrap it around you to stop you from shaking in the cold.

You two stood there by the rain, Satoru was there hushing and comforting you to calm down.

“Shhh, baby, I know how much it hurts but it’s time to move on” Satoru spoke to you, “Toru, I can’t fucking move on knowing my mom died” you said as you stared at him with your red eyes.

“I know, I know but would your mom be happy knowing how her daughter cried in the middle of the rain that will definitely be the cause of your sickness the next day?” Satoru asked that you quickly shake your head.

“See, besides I promised your mom that I will take care of you and I hate it so much when you cry like this” Satoru admitted, his hand gently caressing your cheek.

“I love you so much that it hurts me too when I see you like this” Satoru spoke in his broken voice.

From that moment, you saw how the usual chaotic, noisy Satoru is gone and it was replaced by this brokenness and pain evident from his face.

“Please, let’s head inside, I don’t want you to get sick” Satoru begged, you slowly stopped crying as you nodded.

Satoru sighs in relief, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead before holding you close as you two walk back to your shared apartment that night.

DELETION PROCESS

65%

“I told you to stay still!” You told Satoru as you giggled trying to stop him from wriggling much as you wanted to put the night cream on his face.

“But my skin is already clean! I don't know why you wanted to add that to my gorgeous skin” Satoru said, lying down on his back as you tried to put skincare products on his face.

“Just do it for me please?” You begged with those puppy eyes that Satoru can't resist.

“Fine, but I better have my kisses after this!” Satoru demanded.

You smiled before leaning and placing a quick kiss on his lips, “that's all you're getting now” You said with a mischievous smirk.

Satoru only pouted while you continued painting his face with the skincare you were using.

After some time, you finished the night cream and grabbed one of your lip masks. Placing the mask on his lips, Satoru immediately took this chance and swallowed the lip mask only for him to choke.

“You got karma real quick” You said while laughing at him.

“That hurts my pride,” Satoru said while coughing.

“That's why I told you to stay still” You told him, grabbing another lip mask and placing it on his lips again. He stared at you, “Stay quiet for now” You told him with a smile as you took a book to read.

Satoru didn't do much so he closed his eyes to take a nap.

When you take a break from reading, you stare at Satoru with those loving eyes.

How lucky I am to get to be with you

DELETION PROCESS

78%

“What's your problem man?” Satoru spoke before punching the guy in the bar.

You quickly jump into the scene as you try to stop Satoru, “Stop it! Satoru, we might get kicked out!” You frantically told him.

“I can't stop if he won't shut up about wanting to touch you!” Satoru shouted at you. You sigh as you apologize to the guy but it was too late, the both of you got kicked out of the bar.

“You need to learn how to control your temper, sometimes satoru” You annoyingly said.

“I just can't help it-” whatever satoru you always say that!” You snap at him.

Satoru only stood there, sighing as if he was tired.

“I’m tired, let's just go home” Satoru said but you weren't backing down.

“Oh no, no I’m most definitely tired Satoru! I have to deal with your ass whenever you get drunk!” You shouted in frustration as he was silent.

“I can't face you right now, you either stay with your family or friends for the night” You said as you quickly walked away, Satoru tried to stop you but you still left.

That's where the memory you wanted to rewind your actions as you didn't know this event will cause drastically to your relationship.

DELETION PROCESS

91%

The process moves slowly to all of the sweet times you had with gojo before it arrived, to how you two ended your relationship that you always had nightmares about it.

You stared completely shocked at what Satoru showed you.

a pregnancy test

Your eyes quickly moved to Satoru wanting him to explain everything.

Satoru only stared down, “I’m sorry, I got someone pregnant” he revealed that left you shaking.

W-what?

“Since when?” I asked, tears are already spilling from your eyes as your body went numb after consuming this information.

“The night we got into an argument after we got kicked out of the bar, I headed to another bar that time and-” Before Satoru could finish, you stopped him.

“You got some random girl pregnant?” You quickly cut him off. Your eyes looked at him to see if he at least felt guilty about what he did but…

There was none

“She’s not some random girl,” Satoru quickly defended.

“Oh, is that so?” You glared at him.

“Are you going to tell me that you fell out of love with me the moment she came into the picture? Is that it?” You angrily asked him.

Satoru only stared at you before nodding.

You sigh as you cover your face, it came too quickly.

“I’m sorry I couldn't keep my promise, I was just getting tired of the constant fighting we had and I think it's best for us to split,” Satoru spoke.

He didn't even show a slight guilt or sadness on his face.

Satoru only tried to hug you but you kept on punching his arm, once he did hug you your punch somehow got lessened only for you to cry loudly in his chest.

“I did love you, I didn't lie when I told you I loved you most of the time. I know I was a jerk for suddenly falling in love with someone but I can't help it” Satoru explained.

But no matter how many times he explained, he will never come back to you.

That day, Satoru left with all of his belongings leaving you alone in that shared apartment that was supposed to be your happy place.

You sat at the couch, staring at the wall trying to process everything, you looked at the picture frame that was from your graduation, and you can see how his eyes used to lighten up with you but now that eyes only looked at you with nothing.

You head to the bedroom and saw how clean it was, it felt so different to the one you’re used to.

You opened the closet to find your clothes only, but Satoru’s red scarf was there. Hands quickly grabbed them as you tried covering around your neck and just cried there.

Months later the news that Satoru and his girl got married, it was decided that you will remove him from your memories as soon as you see an advertisement that helps remove a certain person from your memory.

DELETION PROCESS

100%

The moment it hit one hundred, every memory with Satoru was soon replaced.

The first anniversary gift he got was soon replaced by you hanging out with your friends as you got lucky to win a teddy bear in the claw machine.

Every time he always fetches you after your university was replaced with you walking alone.

Those sweet birthdays you had were replaced with your family celebrating it with you.

The night that you heard your mom died was replaced by your cousin comforting you instead of Satoru.

The bar memory you had was replaced with you fighting your friend for making you two kicked out of the bar.

The day when Satoru told you he got someone else pregnant? Was replaced with your best friend telling you she got pregnant.

Your eyes quickly opened as you looked around and touched your cheek wondering why you were crying. The doctor and nurse quickly went to your side and asked you if you were okay and were asking tons of questions about this person you don't even know.

You got out of the office feeling fresh and left the Brighter Days Inc not knowing the box you had was burned leaving nothing else, not even the scarf you used to comfort yourself after you and Satoru split.

You entirely forgot the person who you used to call your soulmate.

#jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu satoru #jjk angst #gojo angst #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #jjk #jjk x reader #satoru gojo

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deeperthanocean · 1 month ago

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Kun and Yuta are the most mistreated members in NCT. They are not “treated” at ALL

Many conversations already were held on how other NCT members are treated by SM. How Ten is mistreated, how Taeyong is mistreated, how Mark, how Haechan, how Jaehyun etc. etc. And all of those takes are correct, cause no member in NCT is treated fairly by that label. But if we compare how people mentioned above were/are treated and how those two… it makes you terrified how you suddenly think that the others are treated “well”, because those two get absolutely NOTHING!

The others were given some NCT stations, mini albums (maybe beside Haechan for now), main NCT U units and some minimal promo… Meanwhile Yuta had to record his own album by his own hands under different label and Kun still has no album in sight, not even 1 mini album (even if he is most prepared for it / i mean his skills) - and when Yuta finally released his first solo album they didn’t even change the layout as they usually do for other artists…

But this is not even conversation about the solo work! It’s about how throughout the years they’ve been treated! How they’ve been ignored. How Yuta had almost 0 lines and screen time. How they would remove his clips that he recorded in MVs. How they made Kun stand next to that goddamn wall during nct 2018, because he was only featured on black on black back then. Watching everyone dancing to their songs with a smile… How they never gave Kun a chance to shine on the main (title tracks) NCT U subunits, how they always only shuffle him for backtracks or less promoted ones.

It really got to a point, where you look at how Kun and Yuta are “treated” and think: “The others actually receive some promo” - much to think about!

#kpop #nct #music #nct 127 #wayv #ask me anything #nct dream #controversy #qian kun #nct yuta

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cbeargyu · 1 month ago

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el muchacho de los ojos tristes

summary: ever since you saw the sadness in beomgyu's eyes, you haven't been able to think of anything else. with your altruistic soul, you’re determined to save him from the loneliness and pain, hoping that your love can heal the sadness that consumes him. but can someone so broken let anyone in, or will you forever be the silent observer to his sadness?

pairing: sad!beomgyu x fem!reader

genre: angst, drama, melancholy, romance, slow-burn

warnings: bullying, emotional hurt, violence, sensitive themes, slow burn romance

wc: 5,19k

notes: i was watching the panic mv and the aura of melancholy captured me. also, these days i've been listening a lot to Ojos Tristes, the version by selena gomez and the marías, plus my mom was listening to the original version, and i couldn’t help but write this with beomgyu because i love him sm and it fits him so well😭😭😭

EL MUCHACHO DE LOS OJOS TRISTES...

it was late.

the hallways were empty, silent except for the distant sound of rain crashing against the windows. the kind of silence that seeps into your skin when everyone else has gone home. you were used to it—staying late, helping teachers, tidying up loose ends no one else would bother with. your footsteps echoed softly as you made your way to the school entrance, only to find the storm waiting like a wall outside. unforgiving and wild. your umbrella had snapped hours ago, and the wind had stolen your patience with it.

you sighed, resigned to wait.

but then you remembered—the spare umbrella. tucked in your locker like a small mercy.

you turned back.

the halls felt colder now, emptier somehow, but you moved quickly, grabbed the umbrella, and returned.

only this time, you weren’t alone.

there, by the entrance, crouched with shaking fingers and a soaked uniform, was a boy.

mud smeared across his elbows, blood dripping from his nose, his lip split open like something had hit him hard—and hit him more than once. he was putting on his shoes slowly, as if each movement hurt. he didn’t look up when you stepped closer. didn’t flinch. didn’t speak.

and then you saw his face.

choi beomgyu.

the boy who never raised his hand, never spoke unless called, who sat in the back corner like a ghost in plain sight. your classmate. quiet. distant. unreachable.

"beomgyu-ssi... what happened?" you asked, your voice barely above the rain.

nothing.

he kept lacing his shoes, hands trembling slightly, soaked to the bone.

"are you okay?"

he looked up.

and the moment your eyes met, something inside you twisted.

there was no fear, no anger, not even pain. just… emptiness.

his eyes were dull, like winter skies after snowfall. cold and grey, stripped of all light. you had seen tired eyes, sad eyes, even angry ones—but never this. it was like staring into a void where something used to live.

your hand moved on its own.

from your bag, you pulled out a peach-colored handkerchief. you held it out, hesitating. he stared at it. at you. and for a second, he looked almost... confused. like he couldn’t understand why someone would care enough to reach out.

his hand met yours—barely. the coldness of his fingers startled you. it wasn’t just the rain. it felt deeper than that.

like he had forgotten what warmth felt like.

and then he took the handkerchief.

not a word.

just silence and the sound of thunder somewhere far away.

HAN PASADO DOS AÑOS, TE SIGO PENSANDO EN TODOS MIS SENTIDOS...

two years passed.

you were now the class president—officially. organized, dependable, the one everyone turned to when things fell apart. teachers trusted you. your classmates followed you. your name was always the first one called when a group needed a leader, when the school needed someone to represent the class in assemblies or competitions.

you smiled when they needed it. you spoke clearly, held your chin high, offered help before anyone had to ask.

but he never looked at you.

choi beomgyu sat by the window, fourth row from the back, always alone. he came to school with his hair uncombed, his sleeves rolled down even on warm days, his eyes hidden behind that heavy curtain of silence. he didn’t join projects. never participated in school festivals. skipped every field trip with a doctor’s note or no excuse at all.

you watched him, quietly.

at first, it was just curiosity—an instinct. you noticed things. you always did. but with beomgyu, it was different. the way he moved, the way he avoided people like their presence burned. the way he seemed to shrink into himself, as if trying to disappear entirely.

his eyes were never fully open. always tired, always sore—like he hadn’t slept in years. red-rimmed sometimes, like he’d been crying. like something inside him was screaming for help, but his lips refused to part.

today, he walked in late again.

a white bandage wrapped around his right forearm, neat but not clean. a beige plaster sat on the bridge of his nose, contrasting against his pale skin. you felt your chest tighten, just a little, the way it always did when you saw him like that.

he didn’t glance at anyone.

not even you.

your seat was three rows ahead, center of the classroom. perfect view of everything. yet your eyes always found their way to him, as if drawn by gravity. as if something in his silence was louder than the rest of the world combined.

he never caused trouble, but there was a storm inside him. you could feel it.

sometimes, when the teacher spoke, you caught him staring out the window, unmoving. not daydreaming—disconnected. like he was somewhere far away, a place no one else could follow.

his presence was a contradiction—so quiet, yet impossible to ignore.

and his eyes... god, his eyes.

they held a sadness so deep, so raw, it almost felt sacred. like he was born with pain stitched into his lashes. like he carried centuries of sorrow in a teenage body. and even though he never looked at you, never spoke to you since that day in the rain, you couldn’t stop looking.

you wondered if he remembered you.

that handkerchief. the trembling hands. the way your fingers almost touched.

you still had dreams where the thunder echoed behind his silence.

ANTES ERAN TUS OJOS, LLOVIENDO EN OTOÑO Y AHORA SON LOS MÍOS...

the school bell had rung ten minutes ago, but the air still felt like it was stuck in the last hour of the day. the corridors were thinning out, filled with laughter and sneakers squeaking against the tile floors. you walked outside with your friends, the usual group that stuck to you like petals on a flower, voices overlapping as they discussed snacks, test results, and the next student council meeting. you nodded, smiled, replied where necessary — but your thoughts floated in and out like a half-tuned radio.

then your eyes caught a shape near the bike racks. something shifted inside you, pulling your attention like an invisible thread.

there he was.

choi beomgyu.

kneeling beside a small black cat, his figure hunched but strangely gentle. the sleeves of his uniform slightly rolled up, revealing a faint bruise on his forearm — old, yellowing. his fingers moved slowly, cautiously, as he pet the cat’s back. he didn’t move too quickly, as if afraid to scare it. as if afraid to break something delicate.

you stopped walking. the world didn’t.

his lips were curled into something so small, so fleeting, it could barely be called a smile — but it was there. and more than that, his eyes… his eyes weren’t the ones you were used to seeing. they weren’t blank, fogged with hurt or absent like they usually were in class. they were warm, alive, and shimmering under the afternoon sun like honey behind glass. the softest light. the most human you’d ever seen him.

and it wasn’t fair.

how could someone look so unreachable every day, only to look this gentle when no one was watching?

you didn’t realize your friends had stopped walking too — staring at you, then following your gaze. someone whispered his name with distaste. someone else said, “what a weirdo,” under their breath. you didn’t say anything. your heart was too full of a silence that screamed.

you memorized that scene. the cat. his hands. the expression that lived in his eyes for just a moment.

and you wondered what kind of world lived behind those sore eyes — and why it only ever surfaced when no one else was looking.

COMO EL AIRE NECESITA VERME...

you always stayed late on fridays. the club room smelled of soil and sun-dried leaves, and your uniform was never safe from grass stains, but you didn’t mind. you liked the quiet in the garden. the way the wind moved through the trees. how the silence hummed louder when the last bell had long stopped echoing.

it was during one of those golden afternoons, with sunlight slipping between the branches and dust floating lazily in the air, that you noticed it — again.

the flower beds were torn. petals scattered like forgotten words. leaves bent and broken in ways they shouldn’t have been.

your hands hovered over the damage, heart sinking. not because of the ruined plants — but because it was happening too often. something wasn’t right.

you decided to stay longer that day. to watch. to wait. curiosity bloomed like a question mark inside your chest.

and then, just behind the sakura tree near the edge of the garden, you heard the softest mewling.

you moved slowly, careful not to startle whatever it was. and then you saw her.

a black cat, curled around a tiny litter of kittens. her eyes were tired but alert. protective. and suddenly, the ruined flowers made sense — she had made a home here, soft earth and leaves as a cradle for her babies.

you knelt down, heart swelling at the sight. and then it hit you.

the cat.

it was the same one.

the one you saw beomgyu with.

and something inside you ached — not just from the sweetness of the scene, but from the thought of him. the way he had looked at her that day. the way his expression softened into something unrecognizable.

you didn’t know why it mattered so much to you. but it did.

so you built a small corner for the cat behind the greenhouse. brought a blanket from home. left food and water in a place only someone observant would notice.

and you hoped — selfishly — that beomgyu would find it. that he’d visit. and maybe, just maybe, you'd get to see his eyes light up again.

COMO AL SOL LO NECESITO YO...

the gym echoed with laughter, sneakers squeaking against polished wood, the sound of rubber balls thudding against walls and bodies. dodgeball was today’s punishment, as always, the boys too competitive and the girls half-heartedly dodging until someone actually tried.

you should’ve been in the middle of it all. you usually were — running, laughing, shouting orders, your voice always clear above the chaos.

but today, your eyes had found him again.

beomgyu was sitting on the edge of the court, back against the wall, legs drawn up slightly. his uniform clung to his slender frame, pale skin almost translucent under the fluorescent lights. he wasn’t watching the game. he never did. he just stared down at his fingers like they were trying to tell him something.

you remembered something.

a week ago, you had been organizing medical forms with the teacher in charge of p.e. — a simple class rep duty. you’d read them quickly, stamping approval. but then the coach had paused.

“choi beomgyu,” he murmured, eyes on the paper. “he’s exempt. heart condition. congenital. shouldn’t be doing any high-intensity activity.”

you hadn’t said anything, just nodded and filed the paper away, but the weight of it stayed.

so when your team called your name and the ball flew past you, you faked a stumble. clutched your stomach. “sir, i think i’m dizzy.”

the coach waved you off without concern, already focused on the game again.

you walked slowly toward beomgyu, heart thudding — not from exertion, but nerves.

he didn’t look up.

you sat next to him, not too close. just enough to share the silence.

“you don’t like dodgeball either?” you asked softly, keeping your voice light.

he didn’t answer. not with words. he just gave the faintest shake of his head.

you tried again. “it’s always the same people left standing. jeno. taehyun. yuna.”

nothing. not even a flicker.

you looked down at your knees. maybe you should’ve left it there.

but then you said it. the thing that cracked the silence.

“the cat you were petting… she had kittens. behind the greenhouse. i moved her to a safer spot near the gardening shed. they’re small. tiny. like... they still don’t open their eyes.”

his head turned.

slowly. so slowly, you almost didn’t notice.

you met his eyes — and again, that same sadness.

but this time, there was something else, too. something fragile. not quite hope. not quite disbelief. just the faint shimmer of something unnamed.

he didn’t say thank you. he didn’t smile. he just looked at you.

and somehow, that was more than enough.

NI UNA SIMPLE SONRISA, NI UN POCO DE LUZ EN SUS OJOS PROFUNDOS...

the last bell rang and with it came the usual chaos — chairs scraping, chatter swelling like a wave, laughter echoing down the hallways. you were packing your things when jeno stood up on a desk, arms wide like he was on stage already.

"karaoke tonight! everyone's invited. we’ll meet at 6 by the train station!"

your friends cheered. someone tossed a crumpled paper at him. someone else asked if snacks would be covered. typical.

you were halfway through zipping your bag when your eyes flicked across the room.

beomgyu was in his seat.

he hadn’t even moved.

as if the invitation had passed through him like wind through glass.

jeno continued listing names, calling them out with dramatic flair. “sohee’s picking the saddest songs! yeonjin, you better sing something cheerful to balance us out—”

you stood.

“what about choi beomgyu?” you said, your voice calm but clear, cutting through the noise like a clean edge.

silence.

jeno blinked. “what?”

you repeated, softer. “he’s in our class too.”

the air shifted.

not visibly — but you felt it. your friends looked between each other with raised eyebrows, confusion laced with discomfort.

someone chuckled under their breath. someone else muttered, “he won’t come anyway…”

you saw how they tried to brush it off, pretend it didn’t matter. but none of them looked at beomgyu. no one even acknowledged his presence. as if not inviting him was normal. expected. safe.

you swallowed hard.

“i just think we should ask everyone,” you said, trying not to sound too defensive. “whether he says yes or not.”

jeno looked at you like you had just spoken in a different language. “sure. yeah. if you wanna ask him, go ahead.”

before the awkward silence could thicken any more, a knock on the door cut through it.

“class president?”

you turned. kim seungmin from the next class stood at the door, holding a clipboard. “you’re needed for the post-club assembly.”

you nodded, almost too fast, grateful for the excuse. “i’m coming.”

you grabbed your bag and left the classroom, your shoes echoing down the corridor.

you didn’t look back. not at them. not at him.

but part of you hoped… no, knew… that beomgyu had heard.

and maybe, just maybe, he'd realized that someone had spoken his name out loud.

someone still saw him.

HAY TRISTEZA EN SUS OJOS HABLANDO Y CALLANDO...

you had barely registered the sound of the fight before you were already running, your heart thundering in your chest, faster than your feet could carry you. when you reached the alley, you froze.

beomgyu. bloodied, bruised, barely standing, with three older boys in front of him—laughing, taunting. their uniforms were different, but the way they looked at him was all too familiar. the kind of look that said they knew they could hurt him and get away with it.

you didn’t think. you couldn’t. the words spilled out before you even realized what you were doing.

"the police are on their way!" you shouted, your voice shaking but loud enough to make them hesitate, and then, they turned, sprinting off into the night.

you hurried to beomgyu’s side, your breath caught in your throat, as your eyes took in the blood on his lips, the bruise already forming on his cheek. he coughed, the sound thick and ragged, then bent forward, clutching his stomach.

you rushed to him, your heart shattering with every step. “beomgyu, you’re hurt... can you stand?”

he nodded slowly, though he looked so fragile, like a branch about to snap under the weight of a storm.

his skin was cold—too cold, and his body was unnervingly light. you reached for his waist, trying not to jolt him too much as you steadied him. his arm, limp and weak, slid around your shoulders.

“come on, we’ll get you to a doctor,” you said, your voice steadier than you felt. “i can’t just leave you like this.”

he didn’t respond, but he let you help him. you adjusted your hold on him, placing one of your arms around his waist, pulling him closer to you as you both moved down the dimly lit street. each step you took seemed to drag on longer than the last, but you didn’t care. you couldn’t care. all you could think of was getting him help.

finally, you reached the crosswalk, waiting for the signal. the lights flickered above you, their yellow glow casting an eerie light over the quiet street.

beomgyu’s voice broke the silence.

“why are you helping me?” he asked, the words low and almost soft, but his gaze stayed distant, as if he couldn’t understand why you hadn’t just walked away, like everyone else.

it was a question you hadn’t expected. a question you didn’t know how to answer, because you didn’t know why you were doing this, why you were still standing there, helping him walk, when the world around you was so quick to abandon him.

you took a deep breath, steadying yourself. “because... because it’s what anyone would do when they see someone badly hurt,” you said, your voice unsure, but resolute.

he didn’t say anything in return, and the light turned green. you both started walking again, your steps slow but steady, keeping him close.

but then, just as you were almost at the end of the crosswalk, he spoke again, his voice quiet but with something in it that made you pause. “but you seem particularly interested in me... watching me from a distance, including me in plans... trying not to let me be alone. why do you do it?”

you stopped, just for a second, your heart leaping into your throat. the words felt like they were too much, like a weight you weren’t sure you could carry.

you had to answer.

but how could you?

ever since that rainy day when you first saw him, your heart had sensed something in him—a quiet, unspoken plea, hidden beneath the silence of his existence. you wanted to help him, yes, but there was more. much more. something you couldn’t explain, something you hadn’t been able to put your finger on since the very first time you locked eyes with him.

there was something about him that drew you in. that made you feel everything he didn’t say. something about his eyes. his sad eyes.

you looked at him then, really looked at him for the first time in a long while, and your words came out softer than you meant them to.

“because... you always have that look in your eyes. the look that’s so... empty. so sad. and i want to help change that,” you said, barely above a whisper. “i want to help you. i want to make it go away.”

there was a long pause, a stillness that hung between you both. he didn’t say anything. but you could feel him listening, feeling your words settle between the two of you.

"let me help you," you added. "please. let me help you change that look in your eyes."

he didn’t respond. his eyes, dark and distant, lingered on you for a moment, and then he turned his gaze back to the road ahead of you both.

as you both walked, the weight of the unspoken words hung between you like a thread pulling you closer. you didn’t know what you were getting yourself into. maybe he didn’t even want help. maybe he didn’t deserve it.

but you knew one thing for sure.

he wasn’t alone anymore.

VIVE SOLO Y NECESITA AMOR...

it wasn’t hard to put the pieces together once you started paying attention to the details.

beomgyu was always alone. always on the edges. always the outsider.

a house too large for just one person. a house with no warmth, no laughter. his parents were always away—working, you’d heard. business meetings, high-profile connections. their absence seemed like a silent agreement between them and their son: they wouldn’t ask questions if he didn’t make noise.

you’d overheard enough from his classmates to piece together his history. he’d transferred schools so many times in middle school, always the new kid, always the one the bullies targeted. always the one who never fought back, who never had anyone to stand by his side.

in high school, it seemed like it was all the same. except this time, the bullying was quieter. more subtle. no physical violence, not anymore. but the whispers, the exclusion, the way everyone pretended he wasn’t there—that was the cruelty that kept him isolated.

he’d learned to stay quiet. to blend in. to be invisible.

the pain in his eyes was clear now.

he wasn’t just hurt. he was broken. and no one had bothered to fix him.

UNA PENA LEJANA QUE LLEGA A MI ALMA Y SE HACE CARIÑO...

the walk to the doctor's office felt like an eternity. beomgyu’s weight leaned heavily against you, but you didn’t mind. you kept your focus on getting him to safety, getting him help. when you finally made it to the doctor, he was quiet, barely reacting to the stinging sensation of the antiseptic as it cleaned his wounds.

the doctor’s words rang in your ears as he examined beomgyu carefully. “he needs rest. a few days in bed. he’s been hurt badly. I would also recommend reporting this to the police, especially if it’s happened before.”

you glanced down at beomgyu, who didn’t look at you, his eyes vacant as he stared at nothing. it was as though he couldn’t bring himself to speak about the cruelty he had endured. you bit your lip, trying not to let the frustration show. why didn’t he speak up? why didn’t he tell anyone?

you made sure beomgyu was settled, giving him medicine to ease the pain, before you excused yourself. “i’ll make sure you’re not alone,” you promised softly, more to yourself than to him.

when you left, you immediately called your school tutor to explain the situation. "he’s been bullied," you said, your voice firm, trying to hold back the emotions threatening to spill. "and it’s been going on for a while, but he never told anyone. they’ve been hitting him. he’s not okay. please, tell the school."

afterwards, you felt a wave of exhaustion hit you, but you couldn’t stop now. beomgyu needed you, and you weren’t about to leave him alone.

YO PRETENDO LOGRAR CON TERNURA Y AMOR VER SUS OJOS FELICES...

the evening sun cast an orange glow across the sky when you returned home. you quickly slipped into your room and changed into something simple but pretty. a soft, flowing dress that reached just above your knees—light pink with delicate lace along the hem. your hair fell in loose waves down your back, but you pulled a few strands to the side and tucked them behind your ear for a neat, soft look.

you gathered your notes for school, the homework you’d promised to help him with, and the card your classmates had signed for him. “get better soon!” “we’re here for you!” “you’re strong, beomgyu!” you even brought some candies and a small pack of over-the-counter medication for his pain, just in case.

you weren’t sure how he’d react, but you knew you needed to show him that he wasn’t alone. that people cared. that youcared.

when you arrived at his house, the tall gates opened with a soft creak, and the house itself stood grand and quiet, like an empty mansion. the housekeeper, an older woman with a gentle face, greeted you warmly.

"he’s resting in his room," she said, her voice kind but tired. "he hasn’t eaten much today, poor boy. go ahead and visit him."

you nodded and made your way upstairs, your footsteps soft against the polished wood floors. as you reached his room, you hesitated for just a moment before knocking gently on the door.

"come in," his voice was barely a whisper, but it was enough for you to open the door.

you entered quietly, setting down your things by the door, before walking over to his bed. beomgyu lay there, looking so fragile. his skin was pale, and his eyes were swollen, dark bags underneath them. his lips were cracked, bruised, and you could see the faint marks of past wounds still visible on his body.

he barely looked at you when you sat down beside him, his eyes still distant, lost in their own sadness. the heavy silence hung between you like a blanket, thick and oppressive.

you gently set the candy and medicine on the nightstand, and then handed him the card. “these are from everyone at school,” you said, your voice soft but warm. “they wanted to let you know that they hope you feel better soon. that they’re rooting for you.”

he didn’t react at first, but he took the card from your hands with a slight nod. you could tell he was confused, unsure why anyone would bother to send him wishes, much less why you cared so much.

you leaned back against the edge of the bed, watching him. he looked so... lonely. so empty. the house was massive, but it felt so cold. the air felt heavy, as if the silence here was louder than anywhere else.

after a long moment, you pulled out the small envelope from your bag. "this one’s just from me," you said, handing him the letter. “it’s... for you to read when I’m gone.”

beomgyu’s brow furrowed, confusion painting his features. he took the letter from you, his fingers brushing against yours in the process, and stared at the envelope as if it was foreign to him. the weight of your gaze, the warmth of your presence, seemed to leave him unsure of how to react.

“why?” he finally asked, his voice hoarse, but there was something there. a flicker of something—curiosity, maybe?

you just smiled, a gentle but sad smile, and stood up to leave. "because... you matter," you said quietly, glancing back at him one last time. “i want you to know that you matter.”

you reached for the door handle, but before you could open it, you heard him speak again, his voice so small, so hesitant.

"thank you," he whispered, and for the first time in a long while, you saw something like hope in his eyes.

PARA HACER QUE SU MIRADA RÍA, CON MIS BESOS Y MI GRAN AMOR...

the room is quiet, the dim light casting long shadows across the walls. beomgyu lies there, still and fragile, surrounded by the echo of silence. you stand at the foot of his bed, the weight of your feelings for him pressing down on your chest like an unspoken secret. he’s so still, so broken, and yet... there’s something that pulls you closer. something you can’t ignore anymore.

you hesitate for a moment, as though testing the waters of your own emotions. there’s so much you want to say, so much you want to do, but the words seem to cling to your throat, trapped by the fear of breaking the fragile connection between you.

but it’s been too long. too long since you first saw the sadness in his eyes, the quiet pain that never seemed to fade. you’ve wanted to say this for so long. your voice comes out soft, fragile, almost like a whisper that might disappear in the air if you don’t hold onto it tightly.

“there’s something i’ve wanted to do... since the first time i saw you,” you say, the words hanging between you like a fragile thread. beomgyu doesn’t respond, his eyes still avoiding yours, but his breath catches in his chest. he’s waiting for you, his heart quietly urging you to continue.

you slowly step toward him, feeling your pulse quicken as you approach. his face is pale, his eyes closed, as if trying to shut out the world. but you can’t ignore him. not anymore. you reach out and gently take his face in your hands, careful not to hurt him, not to press too hard against his bruised skin. your fingertips graze the delicate curve of his nose, the sharp edge of his chin, the soft warmth of his cheeks. the touch is tender, like a breath of wind, like a promise.

you trace the outline of his jaw, your hands moving gently over his neck, your fingers skimming his shoulders. the air feels heavy with something unspoken, something deep, something raw. your heart pounds in your chest, and the warmth of his skin under your hands sends a shiver through you.

you let your hands fall to his chest, your touch soft and comforting, before you wrap your arms around him. the movement is slow, careful, as if you’re holding onto something fragile. you bury your face in his chest, feeling the coldness of his body seep into you, but you push it away, wrapping him in warmth, in comfort, in tenderness. you want to be everything he’s never had.

“you won't be alone anymore,” you whisper, your words barely audible, yet heavy with meaning. the weight of your promise hangs in the air, and for a moment, you think you might have said too much, given too much, but the tension in the room shifts. beomgyu is still. his body rigid, as if the very notion of not being alone is something too foreign to comprehend.

you lift your gaze, and for the first time in a long time, you see his eyes—shiny, glistening with unshed tears. they’re filled with a vulnerability you’ve never seen before. his walls are crumbling, and in that fragile moment, you see him for who he truly is: the boy who’s been drowning in loneliness, the boy who’s never known what it feels like to be loved.

you take a breath, gathering your courage. gently, you lift him by the shoulders, your touch delicate, and press your lips to his. the moment is fleeting, but it’s enough. his lips are cold, cracked, and dry, a sharp contrast to the warmth of yours. you feel the chill in his touch, the emptiness in his kiss, but you don’t pull away. you hold on.

and when you break away, the room feels different. the air feels lighter. the space between you and him has changed, and even though neither of you says a word, the understanding is there. you’re not alone anymore.

and maybe... just maybe, you had found the first crack in the wall he’d built around his heart.

el muchacho de los ojos tristes, ha encontrado al fin una razón, para hacer que su mirada ría, con mis besos y mi gran amor.

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