#admittedly idk him but i know he's out there.

[dawn-iscozy]

“ like a cat in a sunny spot ” ♡ ii ♡

SERIES PLAYLIST: “ swim ” - chase atlantic ♡ “ honey (are u coming?) ” - maneskin ♡ “ the summoning  ” - sleep token ♡ “ soft spot ” - keshi ♡ “ fallin’ for you ” - colbie caillat ♡ “ kiss me ” - ed sheeran ♡

SERIES WARNINGS: poly, eventual ot8, named oc - “Rora”, derived from “Aurora” (soooooo original, I know), who is basically a self-insert (i’m still on the brink of denial about it). loooots of nicknames/pet names, and even more as the fic progresses (if you read the “a little warmth in winter” you’ll know most of the names already 🤭). things move pretty quickly in this, and it may stray vaguely into soulmate au territory but, like, I’m a sucker for these men and for the way I’ve written them and I just can’t stop.

apologies in advance if the timeline doesn’t make any sense, I’m going purely on vibes and my affection for these 8 men. idk if it deserves a warning, but scents are mentioned a lot in this part and kinda littered through the rest of the fic, too (using scent profiles from a perfume/fragrance site that has a line of scents called “Smells Like a Hug From Ateez” and very limited knowledge of fragrances the members may have previously used/just the vibes they give off)

WORD COUNT: 6.3k

♡ 18+ - no smut, but still MDNI ♡

CHAPTER WARNINGS: aftercare continued from the first part, san in the shower, he’s sexy but also soft, like sososo soft i fell in love while writing this, food/eating, this is mostly just fluffy but apparently i can’t write a single scene without any nervous/anxious or sexual tension

ii: soft & warm

They ended up ordering food in rather than looking around the kitchen or going out when she, face very red, admitted that she was too tired and a little too sore to want to go out to search for some. The two men were gracious, and admittedly a little smug, in their acceptance of her admission. Admitting themselves that they were too spent to try to find something to whip up for them all to eat and, laughing, also admitted that they didn’t have much food to choose from in the apartment in the first place.

Instead, they gave her a cool glass of water and when she finished the whole glass, ushered her into the bathroom for a shower. 

Wooyoung was quick to drop a kiss to her head and leave to go order the food. San stayed in the bathroom with her. She didn’t ask him to, but she was glad that he did as she stood shivering, feet just that little bit too cold against the tile of the bathroom floor and goosebumps lining her skin. Warm hands lifted her up onto the counter, and she squeaked. The counter was cold against her naked bottom, but she found herself warming up at his casual display of strength. At the way his muscles shifted and flexed beneath his skin as he walked away and started the shower, as he walked back over and started to rifle through a drawer between her now-parted legs. 

Rora’s breath caught and she forced her legs to be still, to not close around his waist or pull him closer than he already is. He looked so good standing there, his heat and the smell of his cologne washing over her. 

She watched him in silence as he searched through another drawer, the tension releasing from her body when he released a sound of triumph, holding up a still-packaged toothbrush. She giggled, and he turned to her, eyes skimming over her face, dimples on display. His expression was soft, his head tilting as her face warmed under his gaze. He chuckled, placing the toothbrush down to help her slide off the counter. 

“Come on,” he murmured, hands smoothing along her sides as he guided her inside the walk-in shower. “Let’s get you cleaned up, hmm?” 

Simply nodding, she allowed him to navigate her body in front of his and under the water. A gasp slipped from her at the sudden temperature change, body tensing, and she couldn’t help the step away from the water she made. San chuckled when she ended up pressed right against his front, those hard muscles shifting under soft, wet skin. “Is the water okay? Too hot?” he asked, hands smoothing over her hair and down her back. 

Her cheeks flushed, and she took a tentative step back to let the water wash over her once again. “It’s…it’s fine,” she mumbled. “I’m sensitive to temperatures sometimes. Just gotta get used to it.”

She glanced up at him through her lashes to see him nodding, a soft smile on his face. His fingers tipped her chin up. “Look at me, darling. Let me see those pretty eyes.” His voice was soft, only the slightest hint of grit underneath. Her heart fluttered as she did as he said, blinking up at him through her embarrassment and shyness. “There they are,” he mused quietly, thumb sliding down her jaw. 

Her skin tingled at his words, and she felt herself relaxing under his gaze. 

“There you go, darling, just relax for me.” His lips were pressed against her forehead before he was crowding closer to her. She shivered at his words, barely containing the gasp that bubbled in her chest, and looked back to see different products lined up on two different shelves. “Wanna smell like me or Youngie?” 

She thought back to the way Wooyoung smelled when she was in his lap, face tucked into his neck post-orgasm, his smell washing over her senses. That intoxicating musk and comforting wood and sweet floral. Light yet undeniably strong. “Youngie,” she answered softly, with no hesitation. “Wanna smell like Youngie, please.” She didn’t care that she was practically bouncing as she said it, didn’t care that she was almost begging San, not when he was looking at her like she just might be the cutest thing he had ever seen.  

San chuckled, reaching for a bottle on the left. “Alright,” he said. “Wet your hair, and I’ll wash it, okay?”

She was already doing as he suggested by the time it fully registered, and her eyes popped open under the streams of water to blink up at him. “You don’t have to do that for me, San,” she murmured, eyebrows furrowing. 

San moved her away from the direct stream of water. “I want to, darling,” he murmured as he popped open the lid of the shampoo and squeezed some out into his palm. She blinked up at him, voice stuck in her throat at the new nickname. He grinned, and then his strong hands were working in her hair. 

A soft groan fell from her lips, eyes closing in bliss as his fingers massaged through her hair, blunt nails scratching lightly at her scalp. Shivers of delight worked down her spine, brain fogging up in the most wonderful way. A “good girl” was whispered in her ear as he rinsed the bubbles from her hair, a strong arm looping around her back to hold her up as she drifted, letting him just take care of her. 

“Darling,” San said, tickling his fingers up the curve of her waist. “Darling, need you to come back for a minute.” 

“Sorry, sorry. M’here,” she murmured, sighing. Her heavy eyes opened, lashes spiked from the water, the added weight threatening to force them closed again. Regardless of her sleepiness, she smiled up at him. 

“Hi there, sleepy head.” He tickled her sides again, and she giggled softly, leaning into him and letting her eyes open. “Gonna wash you now. Is that okay? Can I touch you?”

She hummed. “Yes, Sannie,” she said, “As long as I can wash you too.”

His responding grin was blinding. “Of course you can, darling.” His strong hands lightly kneaded at her hips before he reached around her for Wooyoung’s body wash. Her nose lit up with the wood and musk that she imagined would soon be permanently embedded in her senses as San’s hands smoothed over her skin, soft though rough with callouses that she imagined he got from years of exercising. She couldn’t help the heat threatening to pool low in her belly or the soft moans that bubbled past her lips.

San groaned, pulling her closer to his body. But whatever he was going to say was stopped by the sound of the bathroom door opening. She startled, pushing further against San and peeking through the glass of the shower to see Wooyoung there. “Sorry,” he said as he walked in, closing the door with his foot. He had clothes in his arms, and he was no longer in his outfit from before. Dressed in a pair of shorts and a large black shirt. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything. But the others came back earlier than I thought they would, and I thought I should warn you.” 

His eyes swept over her, lingering where her breasts were smashed against San and the curve of her hips for a moment or two before finally coming to rest on her face. He sent her a soft smile, watching as her brows furrowed as what he said finally clicked. 

“Others,” she murmured, her tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip. The word came out thick, laced with quickly evaporating sleep, but even so, there was a noticeable tremor in her voice. She wanted to kick herself, letting herself and her courage from earlier in the night drift away without her even noticing. Or maybe that was all the alcohol. Of course they had roommates. The apartment was much too large for just the two of them, and if she had been more aware, she would have noticed it sooner. There were three other doors in the hallway, all of them closed, and they had gone past all of them. 

San’s hand smoothed over her arm lightly. “Stay calm, darling,” he murmured in her ear, and she forced herself to take a breath. “Let’s get you dry and in some comfy clothes, hmm?”

“But…you?” Rora was pouting. She knew she was, but she didn’t even try to fix her expression. Not with that soft look on his face, and not when she was trying to distract herself from the sudden wave of nerves. His eyes spoke of something like adoration, soso soft, with the barest hint of a smile to accompany it. She preened under that look, letting herself bask in the warmth of it, like a cat that found a sunny spot on the floor. 

“It’s okay.” San kissed her temple, gently maneuvering her from under the water. “I can finish washing up while Wooyoung helps you dry off, and you two can talk, okay?”

She watched with wide eyes as the water fell over him, too astounded by the sight of it to feel worried. His eyes were closed, head tipped back. He was smirking, like he could feel her gaze on him. His hands pushed his wet hair back, and her eyes fixated on the bulging and flexing of his biceps.

Wooyoung’s chuckle is what brought her back, and she blushed when the shower door opened, his amusement on full display to her. “I know Sannie’s attractive, but we gotta get you dried off, sweetheart,” he said.

Nodding, she stepped out. A towel was immediately wrapped around her, and she giggled as another towel was plopped right on her head. Wooyoung giggled right alongside her, and his grinning face came into her line of sight when the towel on her head was lifted. 

His eyes were sparkling in the light of the bathroom, and she was struck by just how beautiful happiness looked on him. She stared at him as his face sombered the slightest bit, showing his focus as he moved the towels over her skin and hair. His touch was gentle, gentler even than she was with herself after a shower. The towel barely scraped her skin and the smile never fell from his face, not even when he moved to help her dress. 

All she could do was watch him and hope her eyes didn’t look as soft as she felt at that moment. 

Wooyoung dressed her in a large hoodie that smelled like fabric softener and warm leather and spiced chocolate - Sannie’s, he said - and fell over her thighs, a pair of boxers that clung to her in a funny, almost uncomfortable way, and a pair of socks that were way too big. But she didn’t complain, helping him lift her to sit on the counter. He settled himself on the other side of the sink, legs folded up, sock-covered feet in the sink so he could turn to look at her. “Sannie and I don’t live here alone,” he started. It was a blunt way to start the conversation, and although her heart gave a start at the suddenness of it, she appreciated that he jumped right into it. “We have two other roommates, and they came home while I was ordering the food. If you aren’t comfortable with more people being around, we can eat in my room or in Sannie’s. Or you can…you can go home and we can meet up to talk another time.”

Her teeth nibbled her bottom lip as she watched him watch her. She took a breath, reaching inside herself for the courage to give him the honesty that she had given him and San earlier in the night. She didn’t want to go back to her apartment and her lonely bed. “I don’t want to go home yet. I…want to stay,” she said softly, curling her legs up to wrap her arms around them. “If that’s okay.”

“More than okay,” he said, leaning forward over his knees. His eyes were wide and earnest, his smile soft. “We would love for you to stay. Do you want to eat in my room or out in the living room?”

The water cut off, and silence spread through the bathroom. Her gaze shifted from Wooyoung’s as San exited the shower, watching as he grabbed a towel that was hanging and began to dry himself off. She forced her eyes back to Wooyoung and gulped. “Are your roommates…Do they know I’m here?” 

“Yes,” he said. “They knew that me and San went out together, and they noticed your heels and dress in the living room.”

“Does…this kind of thing happen often?” 

“What? Me and San bringing someone home? That person staying the night? Or the roommates coming back early?” he asked, brows lifting playfully. He must have seen something in her face, because his face softened, turned thoughtful, and he leaned forward some more so that all she could do was look at him. “Us bringing someone home to share - it isn’t…uncommon, but it isn’t a regular occurance, either. It’s something we do when we have a little extra steam we need to blow off. Usually, when we decide we want to do something like this, the person we bring home doesn’t stay longer than the sex and we never see them again after.”

“Oh,” she breathed. She looked down at her feet, dangling over the edge of the counter. It didn’t quite feel like she was intruding, but even if Wooyoung and San had explicitly asked her to stay, she wasn’t sure if she should be there. 

Movement in her peripheral vision caught her attention, bringing her back out of her thoughts. San was at her side by then, bare chest brushing her covered shoulder, droplets of water darkening the fabric. “We want you here, darling,” he murmured. 

“Our roommates are roommates, but they’re also some of our best friends. Their schedules are unpredictable sometimes, and they’ve come home to see some pretty…interesting stuff.” He paused when he noticed her gaze unfocusing, and he took in the changes of her expression as she imagined what kinds of things could have been happening between San, Wooyoung, and some nameless person. What all could happen with her. 

A chuckle by her ear brought her back to the conversation. She pointedly ignored the heat in her face and between her legs, forcing herself back to the conversation. Hands settled on her shoulders, and her gaze shifted to see San now bending down to her eye level. “I don’t know what exactly you’re worried about, but they aren’t likely to ask any questions or tease you. Me and Wooyoung, maybe, but not you. They’ve always been respectful about it, and never bring it up in a negative way. Not to us and especially not to anyone else.”

Silence overtook the bathroom again as she thought, eyes trailing after San as he walked over to the door. He sent her a wink before slipping out into the hall, towel hanging on his hips. “Have they eaten yet?”

“I don’t know. Probably not, they both just got back from work. After closing, they usually just want to come home.”

Her lips pouted out at that. It was late, the sun having set long ago, and she knew that she would have been more than just a little grumpy if her friends were to pull her away from food and rest after an extra long shift at work. “Let’s…let’s all eat together,” she said finally. 

“Are you sure, sweetheart?” 

She nodded, hands twisting in the fabric of the hoodie. “It’s their home, too,” she said. “I’m just a guest here. They shouldn’t feel uncomfortable or forced to change their usual routines because I’m here. Will there be enough for us all?”

“We can always cook up something quick to have with it.” Woo grinned. “Trying to butter up our friends, sweetheart?”

She giggled, shaking her head. “Maybe,” she mumbled, her fingers coming up to press against her lips. The door opened again before she could say anything else, cooler air coming in as San’s broad figure filled the doorway. He was shirtless, a pair of sweats hanging low on his hips. Her lips parted, teeth finding the pads of her fingers as she forced her eyes back to his face. 

A dark brow raised, lips quirked up at the corner. His eyes stayed on her for a moment, looking her up and down. She felt warm under his gaze, desirable and soft, and the feeling lingered even after it shifted over to Wooyoung, who was sliding off the countertop.

 “Sannie, did you ask Yunho and Jongho if they’ve eaten yet?”

Something about the names niggled at the back of her brain as she moved to slide down from the counter. But any train of thought that could lead to uncovering that little warning bell was stopped by Wooyoung's hands on her hips. 

“Let me help you,” he murmured, brown eyes wide as they looked at her. She could do nothing but agree, hands clutching his arms as he helped her down. A squeak came from her when he held her tight against him, one of her legs hiked up to his hip. He pressed her body back against the counter, the edge digging into her lower back, and she couldn't help but moan. 

Then, he was stepping away from her, guiding her leg down with a playful smirk. 

“No,” San said finally. Amusement tinged his words, and she refused to turn to look at him. Her eyes betrayed her, straying over to him to take in the way his eyes glinted in the bathroom lighting, wide shoulders shaking as they filled the now open doorway. Sounds filtered in and echoed around the space, and she could make out laughter and the sounds that could only come from an action scene in a movie. “I didn’t ask them, but I’m sure they haven’t. Why?”

“Rora wants to eat with them and make sure they’ve eaten something - such a little angel,” Wooyoung said, slinging an arm around her shoulders and guiding her past San’s body, out into the hallway. His nose nuzzled into her still-damp hair, his teasing chuckle echoing in her ear. She whined, hiding her face in his chest as they walked. He carded his fingers through her hair, combing through the tangles as he spoke to San again, “Do you think you could make something to eat with the takeout?”

“Ramyun?” San suggested. She let out a noise of excitement at that, causing the two men to chuckle. “Okay, ramyun it is. What did you order, anyway?”

“Fried chicken.” 

Her stomach growled, despite the fact that she had already eaten dinner for the night. Granted, it had been hours. She ate just before the sun had started to set, and she had been pretty…active since then. And heck, if some fried chicken and ramyun didn’t sound magnificent at that moment. 

“Hungry, sweetheart? Did you work up an appetite?” Wooyoung asked. His voice lowered, went breathy. Soso sexy. 

She blushed, but couldn’t help the smile coming to her face. “Certainly,” she said. “Shall we do it again?” She risked a glance up at Wooyoung, her lips ghosting over his clothed chest. She wanted to nibble, bite down into the swell of muscle that could be felt beneath her cheek, but she shied away from doing it. Instead, she rubbed her face against the softness of his shirt, in an admittedly very cat-like move. One that reminded her so much of the same way her cat would when he wanted a treat or headpats. 

He stopped walking at the end of the hallway to look down at her, brows raised. “Certainly,” he rumbled, hand tugging lightly on her hair. Her breath caught in her throat, and he grinned. “Come on, sweetheart. Gotta eat.” As they finally stepped into the light of the living room, the sounds of chatter and a random movie were immediately dimmed by Wooyoung’s whisper, “Maybe later you can be my dessert, hmm?”

She didn’t have the time to react to his words as her eyes swept the living room. Her heels were placed nicely by the door, and her dress, it seemed, had been folded up and settled neatly on the corner of the coffee table, far away from a sweating can of beer beside an empty coaster. 

Movement caught her attention, and she looked through into the kitchen, where San was already starting on the ramyun, the salty, spicy smell already filling the apartment - though, that might have been her stomach influencing her brain. He had on a pink apron, and though it should have looked silly, he still looked amazing. Strong arms and toned back visible in the dim yellow lighting of the apartment. Her mouth was watering, and she wasn’t sure whether it was from the view or the smell. 

“Rora?” 

She jumped, shoulder tensing, lifting almost to her ears, and she turned her head to spy two men sitting together on the sofa. One was tall, really tall, even while sitting. Slightly overgrown brown hair looking like it’s been pushed back a few too many times, big eyes peering at her curiously. Even in sweats and an oversized shirt, a beer halfway to his mouth, he looked familiar. 

The other man looked even more so.

She stood there, mortified, as it sunk in, as she took in the sight of her coworker and the friend she had joined him in eating lunch with earlier that afternoon, sitting on a sofa in casual clothes. His usually neat hair was no longer styled and just the slightest bit mussed, and he was wearing a black shirt and a pair of loose shorts that did little to cover his usually hidden skin. She tried her best not to stare, instead looking back into all-too-familiar eyes. “Jongho?” She took a step back, bumping into Wooyoung. 

“You know each other?” he asked, rubbing a soothing caress down her arm, and her hand twitched at the feeling.

She nodded, releasing a deep breath just as Jongho said, “We work together.”

Wooyoung cursed from behind her, hand coming to her shoulder. “Are you okay? Are you uncomfortable?” He turned her around to face him, brows furrowed as he looked at her. She tilted her head, watching as his eyes roamed her face then flicked over her shoulder to Jongho. 

“It’s fine,” Jongho reassured. She imagined his eyes widening, brows lifting to show his sincerity, the way they did when she would tell a stupid joke during their occasional shared lunch and he would try to tell her that it was, in fact, funny, even if he wasn’t laughing. “Unexpected, but fine.” 

At Jongho’s words, Wooyoung's gaze was back on her, his pretty eyes searching her face again. She nodded, smiling up at him and reaching to squeeze his arm. “It’s unexpected and a little awkward, but I’m not uncomfortable.”

“It won’t cause any issues at work?” 

She risked a glance over at Jongho, who had pulled a blanket over his lap and pulled his legs up onto the sofa. Her stomach twisted at the idea that she was making him uncomfortable, knowing that he preferred to be covered up, rarely even wearing shorter sleeves for casual days at work. And here she was, in his home, where he’s meant to be able to be himself, be comfortable. Afraid that he just wasn’t saying anything about it, even though every interaction she’s ever had with him proved him to be a man who would state his objections to situations.

He smiled at her, his eyes soft but wide. Reassuring. Sincere. Familiar. 

Rora let herself relax. 

Her eyes returned to Wooyoung, lingering momentarily on his pouty lower lip before locking with his. “We’re usually too busy to talk much at work, and when we do, it’s rarely ever about our lives outside of work. I won’t bring it up, and I trust Jongho not to say anything that will cause any issues or make me uncomfortable.” 

Harsh buzzing filled the room, and she giggled when Wooyoung jumped at the sudden noise. “That should be the food,” he mumbled. “Sit down, sweetheart. I gotta go downstairs to get it, but I’ll be right back.”

He guided her to sit between the two men on the sofa. She sat there stiffly, feeling exposed now that neither Wooyoung nor San was with her. Her fists were balled on her thighs and back straight, as she watched Woo walk through the door. 

A little snicker got her attention, and she turned to see amusement written all over the tall man’s face. Yunho. He looked just as handsome as he did earlier that day, even in his comfy clothes and even after a long day. His eyes were big, lips spreading into a smile that showed all of his teeth. “Nice to see you again,” he chimed. “It’s a little sooner than anticipated, but I can’t say I’m upset about it.” 

“You know her, too?” 

She turned to see San, pink apron and all, holding a steaming pot with two small pot holders. He set the pot down on the coffee table before going back to the kitchen, only to return seconds later with bowls and utensils. 

“Not really,” Yunho explained, taking the bowl and chopsticks offered to him. “We met when I went to have lunch with Jongho earlier today.” He pushed himself from the sofa to settle on the floor, long legs folding in front of him. She watched as he immediately went for some noodles. A bowl and chopsticks were offered to her, and she took them from San’s grasp. 

Her brows furrowed as she sat beside the tall man, her knee brushing against his. The point of contact was warm and made her skin tingle. She ignored it and turned to face Jongho, brows furrowing further still. “Didn’t we leave work at the same time today? Why are you just now getting home?” Shock covered his face at her questions, and her eyes widened. “Fuck, I’m sorry. That’s a personal question. You don’t have to answer that.” 

The shock left Jongho’s face and his eyes crinkled, a gummy smile lighting up his features. She stared at him in awe, taking in the rare glimpse of innocence on her usually mature looking coworker, the sound of his giggles washing over her. Happiness was gorgeous on him. She was staring, entranced. Unable to look away, though she didn’t think she wanted to look away.  

Someone nudged her arm, snapping her from her stupor. She turned to see Yunho offering her the bowl in his hands. She stuttered out a confused “thank you”, letting him take the other bowl from her grasp. He sent her a wink before turning back to fishing out more noodles. 

Blinking herself from her stupor, she looked back to Jongho to see him settling down beside her. He cleared his throat and reached past her for some noodles of his own. His warmth engulfed her, her heart fluttering as the smell of his cologne momentarily cut through the smells of the food. “It’s fine, by the way. I don’t mind you asking,” he finally said as he rested back against the sofa. He glanced at her briefly before looking at the pot on the table. “I help out at Yunho’s cafe sometimes when he’s especially short staffed. All of us do. Everyone was busy and he had no one else he could call to help close tonight. So, I offered my help.” He said it nonchalantly, like it was the simplest, most ordinary thing in the world. Like it didn’t have her heart softening as she watched him scoop up and then blow on his first bite of ramyun. 

She didn’t know anything about these men, but she could easily see how much they cared for each other. 

“Ah,” she murmured. It was all she could think to say with her brain melting at the obvious affection in his voice. Her eyes shifted away from Jongho, distracted as San came back. He sat on the other side of the coffee table, right in front of her. His eyes locked with hers, those gorgeous dimples on show as he slid a glass of water over to her. One of his feet slid under the table, nudging at her leg, and he sent her a playful wink. She bit her cheek to stop from giggling.

He was reaching forward, chopsticks already lifting a hefty amount of noodles just as Wooyoung came back with a plastic bag. Her giggle slipped free when Wooyoung absentmindedly patted San’s hair, and San simply blinked up at him. Wooyoung plopped down, shoulder brushing against San’s, and settling the rustling plastic on the table. He sent her a grin at her laughter and reached to open up the box containing the chicken. 

 The smell filled the living room. Her stomach sounded, and with the chuckles of the four men surrounding her, she started eating.

They all ate in silence, the only sounds being that of eating and the movie - one featuring a superhero - still playing. The ramyun was warm and spicy. Almost too spicy for her to handle, but soso good that she couldn’t stop going in for little sips of the soup between noodle refills. She made a mental note to ask San how he prepared it so she could recreate it for herself in the future. The chicken, too, was delicious, the greasiness and crunch satisfying in a way she had never imagined fried chicken ever being outside of that moment.

By the time the food was finished, she was relaxed. Sated. Teetering on the edge of being sleepy again. She leaned back into the couch with a sigh, her shoulders brushing against both Yunho’s and Jongho’s arms as she did so. She melted at the warmth coming from them, enjoying sitting between them, fighting the urge to lean to either side to soak up even more warmth. Her head fell back into the cushions of the sofa, hands smoothing over the blanket that had somehow ended up over her exposed legs and heavy eyes fixed on the ceiling, watching the play of lights and shadows caused by the television.

 She turned her head, Yunho’s side profile filling her vision. His cheeks were full with his last bite of noodles, nose and ears tipped with red, likely from the heat and spice of the ramyun. But he still looked handsome. Like a prince who stepped right out of the pages of a storybook, the kind of man that would sometimes feature in her dreams when she was younger.  

As if he felt her gaze on him, he turned to look at her, a hand coming up to cover his mouth as he finished chewing. Her eyes lingered there for a moment, taking in the length of his fingers, the width of his palm, the elegance of the simple move. Her gaze shifted up to see his big eyes blinking at her. Her teeth nibbled at her bottom lip, and she held back a smile when his eyes flickered down at the movement, his ears going red when his gaze came back up to lock with hers again.

She marveled at how kind his eyes looked. Marveled at how this group of friends had so many people with such pretty eyes, how they all had such lovely, easy-to-get-lost-in eyes. She wanted to get lost in the galaxies she found in them, no matter whose. She imagined how easy it would be, exploring the deep, dark depths, discovering different shades of gold, amber, chocolate, coffee - every facet and shift in the brown.

Her heavy eyelids drooped down before she could stop them. When they blinked back open, Yunho’s eyes were crinkled at the edges, his lips spread out into a soft smile, his own head tipped back beside hers. She lingered on his smile, his lips, lovely and almost heart-shaped and suddenly she wondered what they would feel like against her own. 

She took in a sharp inhale, hoping some deep breaths would help her stay awake and change her drifting thoughts. Her eyes blinked, rolled behind her closed eyelids, and when they fluttered open again, she asked the question still lingering on the tip of her tongue. “You own a cafe?” 

Yunho’s smile grew, eyes crinkling nearly into crescents. “I do,” he said. “My friend Mingi and I co-own a comic book cafe. We’re still relatively new, so we don’t get the most business. But the food is good and the coffee is even better!” 

Wooyoung snorted. “Don’t let Mingi hear you call him just ‘your friend’,” he said. “He’ll go on about moral loyalty again.”

Yunho ignored his statement, much to Wooyoung’s chagrin. So, Rora did too, fighting back a grin as Wooyoung uttered a pouty noise. “Oh!” she said, legs curling up under the blanket. “That sounds fun. I’m not sure I’ve ever been to a cafe like that. I’ll have to stop by sometime.” 

“It’s not far from where you and Jongho work,” he said, shifting so that he was facing her, his body scrunched up and an arm under his head on the cushion. It couldn’t have been comfortable, especially not for someone of such height. But with his cheek squished against his arm, pouting his lips out the slightest bit, he still looked equal parts gorgeous and adorable, looking at her like that. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind showing you over lunch sometime.” 

The air shifted on her other side, and she turned her head to see Jongho looking between them. His eyes were wide and clear, star-filled, even as his face was mostly blank. Her brows lifted at him, and his face softened into a smile. “Sure, we can go on Monday, if you want,” he said. “And you can meet some more of our friends. Mingi will be there, and maybe one of the others. Those two never really can keep any employees for long.”

She sat up in her excitement, practically vibrating in her spot. “Yes, please,” she said, grin on full display to all the men in the room. Yunho and Jongho chuckled from either side of her, and she found herself giggling along even as her gaze strayed to the two men in front of her. 

Wooyoung and San were watching her, seemingly sharing in her excitement. She couldn’t quite read their expressions, but their faces were soft, eyes warm, lips tipped up at the corners. She basked in their stares, welcomed it, feeling warm under their gazes. 

She literally just met these men, but Rora never wanted them to stop looking at her. Never wanted to stop looking at them. And there were more of them? Her heart kicked up in her chest at the idea of meeting more men like these four, of discovering more about them, of them wanting her to meet them. 

Leaning forward, she propped her elbows on the table, chin in her sweater-covered hands so she could stare right back at them. Their shoulders were brushing, looking so calm and comfortable next to each other that she almost wished she was sitting between them, sharing their warmth and comfort, even if she was still technically a stranger to them. Her bottom lip poked out, her heavy lashes swooping down, fluttering. It had to be the sleepiness making her delusional. Or it was just the way these men made her feel so accepted and content in herself and with the situation - whatever it really was - in such little time. 

There was no judgment to be felt in the room, and she couldn’t remember a time where she had been so at ease in any group setting so quickly. 

“Are you tired, sweetheart?” Wooyoung asked. His voice cut through the sleepy haze of her mind, and her eyes blinked open to see him copying her pose, his chin settling in the palm of his hand. The move lengthened his throat and brought her attention to the sharpness of his features, the light doing wonders for his cheekbones and the line of his jaw. She wanted to leave kisses there. To nibble, bite, leave marks. Rora’s mouth went dry, and she gulped when his lips tipped up playfully to let her know that she was caught in her admiration, his teeth sinking into his full lower lip. “Ready for bed?”

She was nodding before she could even think about it. She was no longer tired, feeling more than energized, as his eyes moved over her face. But she wouldn’t mind being in bed, especially with this man. Low laughter came from behind her. Her cheeks warmed as she ignored the two men flanking her, and her eyes shifted over to San. His eyes were narrowed, head tilted, and she was sure that he was able to read every expression that crossed her face.

Rora scrambled to stand as San and Wooyoung did, heart spiking up into her throat as she stumbled. Large hands caught her before she could fall back against the sofa, one on her hip and the other on her lower back. Looking down, she followed the long arm to see Yunho now sitting up, looking up at her with equal parts concern and amusement. “Be careful there, honey,” he said, chuckling lightly.

Someone grabbed her hand. She blinked, looking away from Yunho to spy Jongho. He looked surprised, like he hadn’t meant to do it. But he didn’t let go, even as his cheeks colored with pink, simply helping her around the table and murmuring out his own “be careful” as he handed her off to a very amused San. 

[mamawasatesttube]

so funny when ppl try to use evil gun batman's existence as proof that tim drake is uniquely more likely to be evil than anyone else. firstly, way to ignore the rest of evil gun batman's team, but secondly. moreover. i know this may come as a shock to u guys, but "character meets their alternate timeline evil self" is an incredibly common stock comic book trope actually. u are in the comic book fandom. why do i need to explain this... this is kind of embarrassing for u 😔

[maryasmorevna]

why are you, as an adult in 2024, still hung up on reylo. why are you still mocking the shippers. why do you believe yourself to be superior only because you dislike a stupid ship from a fucking space fairytale. girl (gnc) get a grip

[kumakuma-circus]

sorry for not posting beary much one of my moms started playing p4 so i've been watching her play it. surreal sentence tbh-

[sarellathesphinx]

Constantly torn between genuinely loving the remake timeline’s depiction of Reeve and Cait and being immensely sad that pretty much all of my favorite lines of theirs from the original were totally excised or bc of plot developments will never be said

[ihamtmus]

it's weird how jhope is Right There and he's like the Most Talented Person but some armys just. don't see him. should be studied

[skrunksthatwunk]

just finished the original devilman manga. wuh!!

[asfdhgsdkjhgb]

yapping a little bit to a boy about my favorite bands and him being super excited to listen to them and being super interested in hearing more........ (hacker voice) im in

[beepsparks]

Why is my Phil Ridarelli fanart some of the top posts on Neo Futurists tags on Instagram someone help me

[devilsskettle]

whenever i hear a song that i would like if it weren’t for the fact that it was too long, i think about this:

like you can afford to write tangentially if you/your music is already popular and you know that people are going to listen to you no matter what and in fact laud your longer pieces as being genius etc but can you really be releasing 5+ minute long songs without a built-in audience?

[camping-with-monsters]

Concept sketches for Cyrmic’s parents???

Bonus: little guy alert.

[arolesbianism]

Alright boys pack it up no more rain world posting new oni dlc is coming out in less than a week

[moonwish]

turbulent events have happened tonight

[deadtwice]

✿

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  just toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

[ttjisung]

BABY l. jeno

camboy!lee jeno x fem!reader

in which jeno finds it easier to destress himself on stream, that is until you catch him

cw: MDNI! smut, unprotected sex, cumming inside, fingering, squirting, another haechan feature cause i want him lowkey, generally inappropriate things lol idk how else to describe it! this wasn't proof read so beware of spelling mistakes (wc: 3k)

If you were to be asked, you’d confidently describe your relationship with Lee Jeno as trustworthy – loyal, even. Yet the truth was that Jeno had a secret he had been keeping for years now, one so outlandish it sounds straight out of a girl’s wet dream. It wasn’t that he thought you’d judge him, he just worried you’d ask him the origins of his secret, and he’d have to explain that it became his channel to take out some stress because of you.

Jeno’s secret was simple and straightforward – for the past year or two, he’d hide out at his apartment every weekend alone, turning on his web-camera and becoming a new identity. He hated calling himself a camboy, seeing it as an impeachment on his own self. Camboy felt too official, he was just a horny young adult looking for a way to let it out. That being said, what complicated the situation was that you were the cause of his need to do so. All of the times you’d compliment him after he’d send a workout selfie, so oblivious to the gym roleplay he’d act out later on, wishing his hand was you in tight shorts and a sports bra. Even something so innocent as saying his hair was cute had him thrusting into his palm and pulling on his own hair in the late hours, acting like it was you in front of him, instead of the hundreds of nameless accounts that would flood his chat. 

Jeno swore he’d get away with his little double-life, knowing you’d be caught in a grave before HotLonelyStuds. That’s why his own world came crashing down on himself during a hangout, when Lee Haechan approached him privately, an evil grin on his obnoxious face. “I have a confession.” The way he stated it seemed genuine, yet the way his eyes glinted towards the older male let him know his intentions were anything but. 

“Go ahead.” “Head? I’m sure that’s what you want, Dr. Lee.” Jeno’s heart dropped at the implication behind the sentence, way too specific to pass as a normal sexual innuendo. It was only when Haechan opened his phone up to his Twitter likes, already flooded with several homemade pornos, pointing out the most recent. Jeno wasn’t even aware that people were reuploading his clips – he swore it was a privacy breach, not allowed on the website he used. He recognized the specific stream, a night where he felt particularly needy. You had told him about a physical you received at your latest doctors’ appointment, and his fantasies ran wild. Admittedly, it wasn’t normal to feel so horny because of something so simple, yet as soon as he imagined himself on top of you, stripping you slowly on a patient’s bed, there was no going back. Albeit weird, he swore there was nothing special about the clip until Haechan clicked on it, of course he did. 

“Fuck… Need you so bad, baby. Let Dr. Lee take care of you.” Jeno’s voice was hoarse, ringing from above as his camera panned down to his cock that was already out of his white dress pants and leaking in his hand. He flicked his wrist gently, agonizingly slow, taking his time and imagining it was your small, delicate hand instead. In his daze, his thumb unconsciously ran over his tip, forcing a gasp out of his throat, alongside an uncontrolled small whisper of your name. The whisper was so light, it could easily be played off as an incoherent moan to anyone else, yet Haechan (who swore up and down that Jeno was in love with you) begged to differ.

“Why did you even watch all of it to find that out, perv.” Jeno’s first response was defense, trying to play it off and even pass the shame onto Haechan. What he should’ve taken into account was that if there was one word to describe the male, it’d be shameless. “Eh, ‘was bored. What matters here is you, Dr. Lee, and your infatuation with a little someone-” 

“Who?” You spoke up behind the two, frowning at the way Haechan jumped up and immediately turned his phone off. “Hey, I wanna see.” You whined, saddened at the fact that you were out of the loop. “It was porn.” Haechan was quick to yell out, patting Jeno on the back and rushing back into the living room. 

“Were you actually watching that stuff, Jen? I don’t care but like… You told me you don’t.” The disdain in your voice assured Jeno about one thing – you could never know the truth. Not only would it freak you out, he felt as though you’d be offended that he’s been lying to you about how truly sexual he is. Being the only two of your friend group that didn’t continuously sleep around, you felt even more connected with him when he’d back you up, telling you it’s normal to be reserved at your age; making you think he relates, when the truth was that as soon as you’d go home and his lights would turn off, his camera would turn on. 

“No, of course not baby. He was just being weird.” The way the familiar nickname rolled out of his mouth smoothly assured you, and you simply nodded with a small grin. “What were you up to before Hyuck flashed you?” You giggled at your own word choice, moving away from Jeno to open the fridge. “Not much, ‘was honestly waiting for you to realize I was gone and look for me.” For some reason, an unusual feeling of unease washed over him at your reaction to his words. You took it lightly, like you take everything. No matter how shamelessly he’d flirt with you, you’d always just smile and look away until the conversation would stray elsewhere. He was sick of acting like it didn’t affect him to see you dismiss him so easily, yet he supposed it was partly his fault, as he never clarified that he meant what he said – you probably just assumed he didn’t. 

“Wanna escape to my place? I’m honestly a bit bored.” Jeno wasn’t bored, he just wanted you all to himself, truthfully. “Sorry, Jen. I have a paper due tomorrow and I’m only halfway done. I was about to head out. Maybe another time?” He simply nodded, masking his disappointment with a shaky breath. Embarrassed from your reoccuring denial, he decided he’d go home anyway.  He had a new idea for a stream anyway, one that projected your relationship as loudly as the rest. It never hurts to do an extra video or two, knowing the pocket change he’d make could serve to take you out for a pastry. 

Tonight, the roles were reversed on HotLonelyStuds, as Jeno’s hand stroked himself quickly, moaning at the sensation. “Take it, fuck. Take it all. Rejecting me when you know you want me? Could’ve been us right now, baby.” His words were muffled, his teeth gritting in an unnaturally stressed way as his other hand reached his throat, pressing harshly. This stream was particularly rough, and although he’d refuse, Jeno knew the true reasoning behind his labored actions. He knew the truth was that he was sick of you ignoring him, when he was always there. Every time you’d complain about your lack of experience, every time you’d cry to him about feeling immature, he wanted to scream in your face that he’s right here! He always has been right there, pliant and willing to help you overcome your inexperience. 

The frustration built more and more, and before Jeno knew it he had come twice, painting his already covered abs white. On his third, he was too immersed to notice the familiar jingle of your spare key – the one he had given you as soon as he moved into his new apartment, letting you know you were welcome any time. 

Clearly, that might’ve not been the case as a loud gasp escaped you. Not bothering to knock on Jeno’s bedroom door, not even having heard his loud groans, you were welcomed with the sight of his heavy dick in his hands, upper body completely bare. Jeno’s eyes were held shut with pleasure until he recognized a stream of light on him that hadn’t been there before, the buzz of his hallway lamp amplifying the already-deafening silence that the two of you shared as you finally made eye contact. In shock, Jeno couldn’t bring himself to cover up. It wasn’t until you shrieked and ran out of the room that he pulled his pants back up, shutting the stream off with no explanation and running after you.

“Baby… I swear it’s not what you think-” “I know what I saw, Jen…” Your frown was making him panic, and he felt tears brimming in his eyes at your words. He was so fucked. “I just… Why didn’t you tell me? You know I don’t care-” “That’s the problem!” Sick of ignoring the obvious, he moved next to you, holding both your wrists in desperation. “You never care. Fuck, you don’t even care right now that you saw my dick out. Even less, that it was because of you.” His words sparked confusion in you, understanding what he was saying but refusing to believe what he insinuated. Surely, Lee Jeno hadn’t been fucking himself in front of a camera because of you. How would that even work?

“I don’t even care anymore, either, Y/n. Don’t care that you caught me, because maybe at least for those three seconds that you saw me, you might’ve had a small part of you in your head saying it’s hot.” “I don’t get it, Jen.” “Yes, you do.”

It wasn’t until you felt Jeno’s breath on your face that you realized how close he had truly gotten, and it was only when he grabbed your wrists that you realized, maybe it doesn’t feel so bad to be held by him like that.

Against your better judgement, your next action was brash as you cupped his face, pulling him in towards yours. The kiss was messy, Jeno’s teeth biting your lips until they began to feel sore. His arm snaked behind your back, lessening the space between you until there was nothing. “Gonna show you what I’ve been doing, baby. All for you.” “W-wait, Jen.” Before he could even push you onto the couch behind you, you pulled away. With every step you took, Jeno’s heart broke more, and his anger grew. Who were you to kiss him, and then reject him not even a minute later? 

In his fury, Jeno failed to realize what you were truly doing until your hand found his and you led him back to his room. His mind became foggy once he saw you approach his computer, searching for something. “Where is it, Jen?” “Where’s what, baby?” “The camera.” At your words, his eyes widened. There was no way you were really doing what he thought you were doing. There was no way you were going to let him fuck you in front of his viewers. 

Feeling as though the opportunity would pass at any second, Jeno jumped up quickly, gently pushing you aside to open the website and program the webcam to turn on. Soon after, the red flickering light on his computer confirmed the fact that it was on, and his hands were back on you, sliding down towards the back of your thighs and pulling you onto him. 

The kiss grew heavy once more, Jeno so focused that he didn’t even give context to his viewers who had never seen him with another girl before. Had he read the chat though, he’d be pleasantly surprised to see the positive feedback. Maybe he would’ve even seen Haechan’s texts that were flooding his phone. WTF? I TOLD YOU, YOU WHORE, that quickly progressed into encouragement, fuckk dude, lift her shirt up a bit, always wanted to see her pretty tits.

Unknowingly, Jeno fed into Haechan’s perversions as he also grew tired of the fabric holding you back from him. His big hands held onto your waist before lifting you up and turning you around, so you’d be sitting on his lap facing towards the camera instead of him. The light whimpers you’d let out at his every move gained traction from the chat, who were now spamming comments asking Jeno to fuck the shit out of you. Well, who was he to deny his fans?

You felt Jeno’s lips attach to your neck, as well as his long fingers slipping under your shirt, cupping your bare tits. He hated the fact that you never wore a bra near him, leaving little to his imagination when he wasn’t allowed to touch you. A shit-eating grin replaced his focused expression as he heard your breath hitch when he finally pinched your nipple, stopping for a second to effortlessly rip your shirt off over your head. Now exposed and riddled with goosebumps, Jeno sucked harder, leaving blemishes and marks all over your shoulder. His hands tweaked each nipple, pulling harder to draw more reactions from you.

This time, instead of a gasp, you simply grinded down on him out of instinct, the feeling finally pulling a moan from Jeno’s own throat. His chest still bare from when you had walked in on him earlier, pressed against your back as he held you close, pulling your little shorts off alongside your panties in one swift move. 

You were embarrassingly wet, hating yet loving the way Jeno stared at you through the screen of his own computer. He watched you with hunger in his eyes, as if he was going to devour you, and the worst part is that you began to like the idea. 

Your eyes shut close as you felt his fingers run down your slit, wetting them before he bullied two into you at once. You winced from the pain, not having time to recover before Jeno was thrusting in and out of you. His frustrations escaping him in the form of passion as his other hand planted gentle circles to your clit. Your cunt began to clench around him, a pit in your stomach forming as you let out moan after moan. It was only when he added another finger that you squirmed, the pit fully dropping. The shock on Jeno’s face was evident as a clear liquid covered both you and him once you came. Never in his life would he have expected you to squirt. He didn’t let out though, continuing to thrust his fingers in you until you fully rode out your high, clawing at his hands from the overstimulation.

Although he stopped, the breath you were catching got stuck in your throat once you felt something much larger than his fingers prodding at your cunt. He was big – honestly not a shock to you, who always heard him brag to the rest of your friends before he swore celibacy in solidation with you. Nothing could prepare you for the feeling of his tip pulsing in you, or his strong arms wrapping around you to hold your inner thighs, spreading you out to the camera, full pussy on display.

Hearing your gasps, Jeno stopped to let you adjust, yet it didn’t last long as you clenched around him. Albeit slower than he wanted to, he entered inch by inch until his cock was fully enveloped by your heat. You felt so good, how he knew you would. 

“‘Gonna move now, baby. Hold on to me.” You nodded although your eyes were painfully squeezing close. Jeno couldn’t take the slow pace as he thrusted in and out gently, and you granted his wish as you looked up towards his direction. “Y-you can move, Jen.” His moan was loud as he finally bottomed out, not nearly in as much control over his actions as he was before.

As soon as your pained whimpers shifted to soft gasps, he finally sped up, holding onto your thighs with a bruising grip. His moans were muffled as he whined into your neck. You felt every ridge and vein on his cock, stuffed deep inside of your cunt. Looking at the computer’s display, you felt yourself clench even more at the sight. With a clear view of Jeno’s face, the way he bit his lip and shut his eyes, you felt closer than ever. Jeno was close behind, not being able to take the tight squeeze you had around him anymore.

His pace fastened, thrusting up into you, pistoling in and out with desperation. “So good, fuck baby. You’re squeezing me so tight, ‘wanted this as bad as me?” Your fucked out face was evident as you simply nodded your head, eyes rolling up into your head. With one more hard thrust, you came once more, followed quickly by him. The feeling of his spent shooting inside of you fogged your mind up, and you had to clamp a hand to your mouth to silence yourself. 

Regaining his breath, he lifted you until his dick was fully out of you, laying you comfortably aside before standing up and approaching his laptop. Waving with a successful grin on his face, he shut the computer off. Putting on the nearest boxers on his bed, his next destination was the bathroom, where he gathered a warm wet towel to clean you up. 

You weren’t asleep per se, when he came back, yet your refusal to open your eyes accompanied by your lack of speech told Jeno that you were too exhausted to function, so he let you lay down. In truth, he always dreamed of spoiling you, taking care of you after fucking you to sleep. The only indicator that you were still awake was the small squeeze you gave his hand when he laid behind you, swelling his heart with several emotions. The moment was perfect, one that would forever be remembered in his head as heaven, until he picked his phone up to check the time. 

Can’t believe she squirted… screen recorded all that by the way dude, never thought I’d be so turned on watching you both lol

Jeno didn’t think twice before blocking Haechan’s contact, putting his phone down and cuddling back into you.

a/n: haiii guys i just realized i haven't made anything about jeno yet and ugh i was watching the poison track video he looks so goodddd that look is what i had in mind while making this i hope you guys enjoy :3

[hana-no-seiiki]

Idk, I really can't think of anything good. Maybe some jealousy and possessiveness?

Or some fluff? The idea of ​​the two of them being on the roof of some building just-.

But I also find the idea of ​​Reader having a habit of entering into the Batboys' rooms tempting.

Do what you like the most,

YANDERE! DAMIAN WAYNE x CAT VILLAIN READER

“Hey~”

You sang as you laid on your side. The light from the dozens of candles you placed across Damian’s room subtly illuminated your form. Rose petals equally littered the area.

“You.” Damian cursed himself in his head. He was frozen to the ground. The tremble in his voice was something he could only pray for you to ignore.

“Mm, me.” You stuck your tongue out, licking some chocolate off of your fingers. “Welcome back home, Da~mie.”

“How did you get into my room?” Damian tried his best to appear threatening or even disapproving at the very least. Anything to hide his excitement.

“Alfred let me in.” You answered nonchalantly, patting the area in front of you as a beckoning gesture, “The cool old guy, not that little feisty one.”

Damian fought the urge to acquiesce to your whims and stood still. “I saw you. I saw you and Jason together last night.”

“Did you get a good view?” A small part of you felt bad that Damian saw you do the hanky panky with Jason, but it wasn’t your fault the man was so insatiable when it came to you.

“You used to date Dick, you regularly engage in filth with Todd, and Drake won’t stop talking about you it’s so obvious he’s smitten. Damn it, I know even father would let go off his morals for you even if he doesn’t show it. And yet you find the time to do all this. To be with me.” Damian took a step forward, anger finally allowing his nerves to thaw.

“To talk with me.” He took another step and another. Reminiscing of your rooftop trysts. The longing looks you two exchange when you fight. The way you made him laugh and smile. The way he felt so normal yet so excited to just be around you.

“To embrace me, to kiss me, to . . . make love to me.”

He remembered your first kiss. The one you two shared when you saved him from a powerful adversary that he admittedly was too distracted by thoughts of you to even fight back with the usual skill and levelheadedness that was drilled into him for almost two decades.

“Do you even love me? Or is it just physical attraction - lust - that you feel?” He stands in front of you and the bed.

You sat up, “Does it matter?” Your hands grabbed his, massaging small circles for a moment or two before you pulled him into your own form.

Damian closed his eyes, reveling in your warmth.

“No.”

It wouldn’t matter, whatever you do or whoever you see

because to him, only you are the one capable of consuming his heart and mind.