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Hate your guts (pt 1)
~ this fic is my Christmas giftđ i'm dividing this into two parts bcs tumblr is shit
pairing: rockstar!hyunjin x rockstar afab!reader
genre: enemies to lovers, fluff, smut
wc: 26.6k
synopsis: hwang hyunjin, your sworn enemy. the person who finds and pushes all your buttons, annoys you and makes you angry. the person you're trying to avoid so badly, only to end up practically sharing a bed with him on tour. let the fun begin!
warnings: lots of swearing, smoking and alcohol, mentions of blood and throwing up, mild violence, multiple sex scenes, unprotected sex, oral (f and m), fingering, handjob, semi-public sex, spanking, creampies, mix of degradation and praise
a/n: thank you @frehyun for helping me come up with a name for hyunjin's bandđ also a thank you to @jehhskz @moonchild9350 and @hyunebunx for giving me suggestions, listening to me yap and being supportive while i was writing thisđ„čđ©·đ©·đ©· title is inspired by inji, go listen to her musicđ«¶đ»
a little ramble: feel free to skip this! but i just wanted to say that this was supposed to be done sooner cause i had other fics planned out to write but work got in the way. so i wrote this fic whenever and wherever i could; hiding in the bathroom at work, during my break, at the bus station, at 3am when i couldn't sleep etc... it's been a ride and i'm proud of how it turned out, hopefully y'all enjoy it toođ„čđ«¶đ»
â...And do you look into the mirror to remind yourself youâre there? Or have somebodyâs goodnight kisses got that covered? When Iâm not being honest, I pretend that you were just some loverâŠâ
It was a perfect but short moment.
The fresh breeze coming into the car where the window was opened just a little was enough to give you some air but still managed to hide most of your face from the outside world.Â
The music in your ears was loud, so loud that you were drowning in it, the warm and comforting voice, the melancholic guitar riff in the background, and the gentle sluggish drums putting it all together into a song that made your eyes water.
You tuned everything else out as this was the only moment of peace you were going to get today.
You needed every shred of sanity you could gather, and you were determined to hold onto it as much as you could.
Because today, you had an interview with him.
Hwang Hyunjin.
Oh, the name you know so well.
Even thinking about the way it sounds makes you feel angry.
It seemed as if his life mission was to find every single button of yours and push them repeatedly until you exploded like a ticking bomb.
Your mind wandered as you thought about him and how much his existence angered you, your stomach turning into knots.
Or maybe it was just pre-interview nerves.
No matter how many times you talked in front of the camera, it always made you feel anxious and jittery.
Being on stage was fun, there was no anxiety there as whenever you would step on it and see all the people cheering for you and singing along to the music you and your friends wrote, your heart felt full, your soul elated.Â
It was an exhilarating feeling you couldnât even begin to explain to someone whoâd never experienced it.
Every concern in your head, every ache in your soul, every tear behind your eyelids threatening to spill got erased when you gave yourself to the stage.
If you could, you would definitely try to avoid the interviews and just perform.
But your record company had other plans.
Being the only up and rising all girls rock band in the company meant that you needed promotion, and what better way to promote than to collab with the only boy rock band in the same company?
Hwang Hyunjinâs band.
Yes, you couldnât wait for this day to be over.
ïżœïżœY/n!â you were shaken out of your thoughts, as your manager pulled at your headphones.
âWhat?â you almost snapped at her, startled by her antics.
âYou were staring off into space and muttering angrily about Hyunjin. Something like âpoke his eyes outâ and âconceited dickâ.â Ana giggled, covering her lips with her hand as you rolled your eyes, realizing that youâve already arrived at the building for the interview.
âIâm sure you find all this amusing. But I am not amused at all. Last time I had an interview with that... bastard, everyone thought we were dating and started shipping us.â you recoil at the thought. âI would never date someone like him.â
âOh y/n, lighten up! You know there will always be rumors of all kinds. The dating rumors are the least harmful ones, trust me. Just act like youâre besties with Hyunjin, for an hour tops.â
You take a deep breath in, then sigh.
âI am a professional. I will do this right.â you nod with a determined tone as Ana bumped her fist with yours.
âThatâs the spirit!â your manager smacked your thigh happily as you yelped, making her laugh before she exited the car.
Since you were in the underground parking lot, there was no press around so you walked out of the car freely, going directly to the elevator that would take you to the reception.
Ana pressed the button when you walked in and just as the doors started closing, someoneâs combat boot was pushed between the silver doors, stopping them and making them open again.
Your eyes traveled up from the boots, to the tight leather pants and the skimpy tank top revealing a tattoo sleeve, right to the face you hoped you wonât be seeing for at least another ten minutes.
Hyunjin had an obnoxious smirk dancing on his lips as he looked down at you, puffing his chest out like some peacock showing off his feathers and you already wanted to smack the shit out of him.
His manager, Anthony waved at the two of you, ushering him into the elevator.
âGood morning y/n, Ana.â Anthony greeted as Hyunjin kept smirking at you.
âIt was good until now.â you crossed your arms over your chest.
Even the cologne Hyunjin was wearing made you want to puke your guts out so you stepped away from him.
A chuckle escaped his lips as he leaned on the wall casually, never taking his eyes off of you.
âAw, you throwing a tantrum already baby?â he smirked at you and you started fuming.
Both of your managers rolled their eyes, Ana muttering âhere we go againâ as she shook her head.
âI see you have a new piercing on your face. You needed another hole to let the air out of that empty head?â you said, trying to sound nonchalant and Hyunjin scoffed.
âIâm gonna ignore that comment and focus on the fact that youâre counting my piercings. Observing me, huh?â he looked at you smugly.
âYeah, cause I have nothing better to do than-â
Ding!
âAlright, break it off kids, were here!â Anthony said, quickly pulling Hyunjin out of the elevator.
âSee? I canât stand him.â you groaned as Ana chuckled.
âYou stood up to him pretty well.â Ana winked. âLet's go get some coffee, get you properly awake before the interview.â she gripped your shoulders, shaking you a little as you groaned in protest.
Thankfully, Hyunjin had disappeared somewhere and you were glad he wasnât around to annoy you, as you made small talk with a few of the staff you knew there since youâve already been interviewed for the same channel before.Â
âAna, Iâm gonna go get some air before we start.â you felt the nerves creeping up inside you.
âOkay, but you have to be back in five minutes.â she reminded you and you gave her a thumbs up, before practically sprinting down the hall to get to the little terrace hidden on the side.
Staff used it for smoke breaks, and you decided to use it to calm your anxiety down.
You flung the door open and stepped out onto the balcony, quickly taking a deep breath in while you looked down at the city before you.
âNeeded to see me once more before the interview?â a voice rang out to the left of you.
Hyunjinâs voice.
Of course the bastard is here, you thought, your face becoming hot in annoyance.
âI had no idea you were here, asshole.â you turned to look at him.
He was leaning on the railing, flexing his muscles, a long vein protruding under the layer of the swirling colorful flowers inked into his skin, leading all the way to his long fingers with chipped nail polish and a cigarette pinched between his thumb and index finger.
He looked at you intently through his bangs that were haphazardly falling into his eyes, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip, before his tongue poked out to play with the piercing adorning it.
âI thought you had more originality when it comes to nicknames, darling.â he said mockingly before taking another drag from his cigarette.
âDonât call me that.â you turned around to leave but Hyunjinâs long arm quickly blocked your way, his palm splayed on the wall.
You looked up at him and stepped back, just as he puffed the smoke out your way.
âYou leaving?â he looked smug again, intrusive thoughts of pushing him off the balcony appeared in your mind.
âYes, this space is too small and your cologne is nauseating.â your face scrunches up.
âAw, Iâll make sure to find another one youâd like.â Hyunjin smirks.
âDonât bother.â you ducked under his arm and opened the door, walking away as fast as you could.
At least he helped in a way, you werenât anxious anymore, just annoyed and waiting for this day to be over.Â
âWhere is Hyunjin, weâre starting in a minute.â Anthonyâs brows furrowed while you were ushered towards the room.Â
âLast I saw him, he was smoking on the balcony.â you shrugged as they sat you down.Â
The chair where Hyunjin would be sitting was too close for comfort and you wanted so badly to push it away, but you figured it was there because of the camera frame.Â
âWeâre on in 30 seconds!â one of the staff yelled and you rolled your eyes.Â
Of course he was late, the self-centered bastard. You were sure he was enjoying this, everyone waiting on his highness to arrive, everyone panicking around him as he wears that disgusting smug smirk on his face.
âIn 10âŠ9âŠâ the staff started counting down just as the door swung open and a breathless Hyunjin ran into the room, almost tripping over your crossed legs before he sat down on the chair next to you.Â
After he ran in, one of the girls working there ran in too, quickly taking her place with rosy cheeks and her lipgloss smeared.Â
You rolled your eyes and looked at him, the glitter from the girlâs lipgloss was visibly shining on his lips and chin.Â
âYou have a little something.â you said and he smirked, wiping his chin off before leaning towards you.
âMy lips were dry.â he whispered with a wink.
You were more than ready to get this over with, seething with anger at his unprofessional behavior that you didnât even notice the camera began rolling.Â
â... todayâs special guests are y/n of Venus Flytrap and Hyunjin of Lycoris Radiata! I hope yâall are as excited as I am, since itâs been so long. Y/n, letâs start with you. You have a new album coming out soon, can we get a little sneak peek of that?â the interviewer, Sarah, asked as you adjusted on your chair.Â
âThis is our third album now, and this time Steph and Janey participated in the writing more than before, so the songs are really personal to all three of us.â
âAre we finally gonna hear about their love story?â Sarah wiggled her eyebrows.Â
âWe may.â you smirked at her, not wanting to reveal too much.
âHow about yours?â she added on, in the corner of your eye you saw Hyunjin leaning towards you as he stared at you, manspreading like always, his knee knocking into yours.Â
âHuh?âÂ
âYour love story. Is there a special guy or girl in your life?â the interviewer asked, making you feel annoyed instantly.Â
You hated being asked questions like that, sometimes it felt like the music you were writing didnât even matter, all people wanted to know was who youâre fucking.Â
âNot at the moment, no.â you forced a smile so you donât seem rude.
âI thought I was special.â Hyunjin chimed in next to you, bumping his shoulder against yours, that shit eating grin you hate spreading on his face.
Before you could answer, Sarah butted in.Â
âOh, is there something happening between you that we should know about?â
You could just hear the excitement in her voice, the hunger for drama dripping from her lips.Â
âNothing is happening, we just like to joke around like that.â you quickly answered, hoping to deflect her to another question, or that sheâd finally talk to Hyunjin and ask him about his new song, so you could take a few moments to breathe.Â
âSo, you two are close?â
Oh no.Â
Here it goes again.Â
Last time this happened, your name got dragged on every social media platform.
People who were shipping the two of you got on your nerves, but that wasnât the biggest problem.
No, it was the people who had sent you hate and death threats, telling you if they saw you next to Hyunjin again youâd be dead.Â
It took a toll on your mental health and scared you since you know people can easily find an address or stalk you somewhere and you wanted to avoid any rumors that would endanger your well-being.Â
âWe're just coworkers.â to your surprise Hyunjin answered nonchalantly, saying exactly what you wanted to say so people would leave you alone.Â
Why was there a weird feeling in your chest then?
âWell, sometimes thereâs passion at the workplace.â Sarah wasnât giving it up and you were close to losing your temper and telling her to shove it already, ask some less invasive questions.Â
âNo passion here, our relationship is strictly professional.â you said, but your skin burned where Hyunjinâs thigh pressed against yours.
In your mind you were cursing both him and Sarah, and even your manager for bringing you here.
Thankfully, she left it at that, continuing with questions about your upcoming tour and Hyunjinâs new song.Â
As soon as the interview finished and you were done shaking hands, Ana came to you, her hand on your shoulder as she squeezed.Â
In the corner of your eye, you saw Hyunjin slip out of the room.
âGood job.â she smiled as Anthony joined the two of you.Â
âI hope youâre hungry, y/n. This time itâs my treat, and thereâs this restaurantâŠâ
You tuned Anthony out, completely forgetting that after an interview like this, the tradition is to have dinner with Hyunjin and his manager.Â
âCan we skip dinner this time? I just wanna go home and lay down.â
âNonsense, I hear your stomach growling from here. Come on, itâs free food you canât say no.â Anthony made a goofy face, hoping to win you over.
âFine, you had me at free food.â you sighed as Ana nodded with a smile.
âGood! Now where is our other rockstar?â he quickly looked around. âI swear, sometimes I feel like Iâm a babysitter, not a manager.â
âIâll go find him.â you offered, wanting to leave the building as soon as possible.
âSure.â Ana nodded and you made your way down the hall.
Your footsteps echoed in the empty space, until you came closer to a corner where the sounds of hushed voices and giggles filled up your ears and made you roll your eyes.Â
âYou know I canât give you my number, baby. But if there is an empty room around here somewhereâŠâ Hyunjin was talking to the girl from earlier, leaning over her body as she stared up at him like he was a god, her back against the wall.
You cleared your throat, crossing your arms on your chest.Â
Both of them looked up at you, Hyunjin giving you a smirk as he straightened up and the girl glared at you but you didnât give a shit.Â
âWe need to leave right now. Our managers are waiting for us.â you said simply as the girl whined.Â
âShh, maybe some other time.â he shushed her, leaning towards her and your stomach flipped in disgust.Â
He didnât kiss her, just taunted her before he leaned back and made his way towards you.Â
âCockblocker.â he stuck his tongue out, the piercing adorning it catching the light for a moment.Â
âDo you even know her name?â you asked, keeping a fast pace and a good distance away from him.
âNo. Does it matter?â he shrugged, his long legs quickly catching up to you in big strides.
âYouâre despicable.â your face scrunched up in disgust as you neared the elevator where your managers were waiting and chatting.Â
âThrowing some big words around. You sure you know the meaning?â he smirked.
âThatâs it.â you said angrily.
âWhat? You just basically told me I deserve to be hated just cause I wanted to have some fun.âÂ
You looked at him, full on ready to slap him across his face but Ana stepped between the two of you.Â
âFighting again? Can the two of you behave for just one evening?â Anthony frowned with a sigh as he called the elevator.Â
âI can behave.â Hyunjin clicked his tongue cheekily before playing with his lip ring again.Â
âY/n?â Ana looked at you.Â
âAs long as he doesnât talk to me, Iâll be fine.â you turned away from Hyunjin, stepping into the elevator.Â
This is going to be one awkward dinner.Â
-
Choosing to disconnect in the van you put your earphones in, ignoring Hyunjinâs presence right next to you.Â
Itâs like your managers wanted to have you two as close as possible, like they thought itâd make you hate each other less but at this moment there was nothing more you wanted than to get away from him.Â
Or maybe your managers wanted to be closer to each other, you smirked to yourself as Ana twirled her hair around her finger, giggling at something Anthony said.Â
You leaned back as the music flooded your ears, your figure slightly turned towards the window as you watched the street lights pass you by, totally unaware of a pair of eyes that were glued to you.
Hyunjin observed you in detail, how shiny your hair was as it cascaded down your back and shoulders, how your brows were slightly creased and your lips pouty as you listened to your music, the steady rise and fall of your chest, the way your fingers played with the hem of your shirt as you pulled on it, how pretty the rings adorning your fingers were, how the necklace you always wore laid gently on your collarbone.
No little detail was skipped as he drinked it all in, thinking you wouldnât notice.Â
But after some time as it got even darker outside, you caught Hyunjinâs reflection in the window as he stared at you with a look on his face that youâve never seen before.Â
Your stomach suddenly swirled as the two of you made eye contact on the glass, Hyunjinâs plump lips falling open before he sat up and looked away, acting like nothing happened.Â
The rest of the ride was uneventful and you were tired of this day, having to look at Hyunjin was more exhausting to you than being on stage.
You couldnât wait to get into your bed and disappear.Â
As you walked into the restaurant, you were led to a table and you could see a few people whispering and pointing at you but usually they didnât bother you much.Â
However, this time was different.Â
As you scanned the menu, a girl timidly approached your table and you looked up at her as she stood next to Hyunjin.Â
âIâm - Iâm sorry to bother you but Iâm a really big fan and I was wondering if youâd take a picture with me?â she asked Hyunjin who immediately smirked at her.
âNo pictures allowed. But you can get his signature.â Anthony chimed in.Â
âAnd who the fuck are you?â the girl changed her demeanor right away, making Hyunjin chuckle.
âEasy there, sweetheart, thatâs my boss.â he wiggled his eyebrows at the girl. âCome on Iâll give you a sign and you can write me your number, maybe Iâll call you, hm?â Hyunjin winked at her and you just about lost your appetite completely.
âOh, sure, Iâd love that!â she let out a nasally laugh as he signed a napkin with a pen she somehow produced, giving it back to her as she leaned over to write her number down, making sure her tits were right in his face before she skipped back to her friends.Â
âCan there be at least one minute when youâre not trying to fuck something that walks?â you looked at him annoyingly and he laughed.
âThought you werenât talking to me.â he smirked.Â
âUgh, youâre so annoying!â you were ready to smack him with the menu in your hand but Ana caught your wrist.Â
âI bet you love that about me.â he kept smirking.Â
âLove is nothing near what I feel about you.â you said, your teeth gritted.
âThereâs a fine line between love and hate, you know.â Hyunjin smirked, leaning into your personal space.Â
âAnyways, guys. What are you ordering? Their steak is really good.â Anthony gave an awkward smile as he looked around the table.Â
âI want the tomato pasta.â Hyunjin leaned back, making you cackle.
âIsnât that the kids menu? Makes sense for you somehow.âÂ
âIâm saving room for dessert.â he winked at you, his tongue running over his lip tentatively, the piercing on it catching the light again.Â
âEw.â you jolted in disgust as he laughed loudly, obviously finding enjoyment in ticking you off.Â
The dinner part of the outing was uneventful as everyone ate and made small talk but you didnât miss how Hyunjin crumpled up the napkin with the fanâs number and threw it aside on the table, not caring about it.Â
What an asshole.Â
âLetâs make a little toast to this evening and the upcoming albums and tour.â Ana proposed as she lifted her glass up.Â
âTo us.â Hyunjin smirked as he looked at you.Â
âTo rockânâroll!â you added as the four of you clinked your glasses together before taking a big swig of your drinks.
Hyunjin didnât look at you on the drive home.Â
-
Rehearsal was supposed to start at 9am sharp, but you were there bright and early, tuning your guitar.Â
Being an early bird, you loved the few moments of peace you could have to yourself, just you and your music.Â
Your hand glided easily on the guitarâs neck, taking shapes familiar to your hands, it was muscle memory by now, your fingers picking on the strings and creating the melody you played countless times before.Â
You let your voice ring out in the space freely as you sang a song dear to your heart, one you wrote when you were younger.Â
Youâd always start warming up by singing it to yourself, never having the need to actually put it out into the world.Â
You got into it, your eyes closed as you sang with a small smile on your face, the entire world around you disappearing shortly.Â
In the distance, you heard footsteps and voices belonging to your bandmates and just as you opened your eyes, you looked through the glass on the door, a shadow slithered across the wall outside, disappearing around the corner. Â
You squinted your eyes and stood up, putting your guitar aside and coming closer to the door.Â
Just as you were about to reach towards the doorknob, the voices got louder.Â
âAre we seriously doing this right now?â Janey asked, the tone of her voice angry.Â
âIâm telling you, it was nothing! I donât know who she is and why sheâs texting me!â Steph defended herself as Janey scoffed.
âIâm sick of your excuses. Iâm gonna give you one last chance to make it up to me and be truthful, but after that Iâm done.â you stepped back as Janey came into view, opening the door angrily.
âOh, y/n.â she widened her eyes slightly. âGood morning.â she added, scurrying past you to take her place behind the drum kit.Â
Steph walked in with a scowl on her face, muttering a âmorningâ before going straight to her bass guitar.Â
It wasnât the first time they fought or even broke up.
There were many times you had to be the mediator between them, trying to get them to communicate and even though it was frustrating, you didnât want them to give up on their relationship easily and you couldnât really take sides since they were both your friends.Â
âShall we?â you asked and they nodded.Â
It took some warming up as always but soon you got into the groove, rehearsing for a small performance that was happening tonight.
You were excited because during the performance you planned to reveal your new song and see how people like it in person.Â
The only thorn in your eye was the fact that Hyunjinâs band will be there too, performing right after yours.Â
You were dreading to see him again, since that interview last week you had managed to avoid him skilfully, but you couldnât hide forever.Â
And even though your rehearsal went somewhat smoothly, there was tension in the air and you didnât like that feeling.
It felt like a storm was coming and you werenât sure if youâre ready to take it on.Â
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Evening came around quickly, everyone was already gathered backstage and you were dressed and ready, having rehearsed once more on the stage, tuning your guitars and getting ready for the most fun part.Â
You peered from the back, seeing all the people gathering made your heart swell, a smile spreading on your face automatically.Â
âQuite a turn out, huh?âÂ
Your eye literally twitched when you heard Hyunjinâs voice behind you, too close for comfort as his figure loomed over you and you felt the warmth of his body on your back.
You turned your head slightly as he peered down at you with that annoying smirk you absolutely hate.Â
âOf course.â you said, squeezing your body between him and the curtain, ignoring him calling after you as you walked away as fast as you could.
Youâre not gonna let him ruin tonight for you.Â
It was time to go on stage anyways.
You and your girls did a little cheer as tradition before the performance, Ana coming up to hug you and wish you good luck.Â
âBreak a leg.â Hyunjin appeared out of nowhere and you only rolled your eyes before whipping around and almost smacking him with your hair as you made your way towards the stage.Â
As soon as you walked out, loud screams filled up your ears and everything negative was forgotten and locked away in a drawer in the back of your mind.Â
âAre you ready to rock tonight?!â you screamed out into the mic as the three of you took your positions.Â
Hyunjin watched you from the side with an unreadable look on his face, but you werenât even aware of it and you didnât care.Â
All you cared about was this moment.Â
The moment where you get to share your love for music with thousands of people.Â
It was exhilarating, watching the mass of bodies sway like one, hearing all the people singing the lyrics you wrote in unison.Â
Nothing could compare to this and every time you stood under that light, you knew you were born for this.Â
Giddy from everything, you skipped backstage once you finished playing the last song; which happened to be the new one and people more than loved it judging by their excited screams.Â
âThat was amazing!â Ana met you halfway, giving high fives to all three of you.
You were still trying to catch your breath as you giggled, when Hyunjin appeared next to you again.Â
âArenât you gonna wish me good luck?â he smirked at you, shamelessly giving you the elevator eyes.Â
âGood luck guys!â Janey yelled at all four members with a smile and a thumbs up but Hyunjin shook his head.Â
âI want her to say it or Iâm not going out on stage.â he crossed his arms on his chest, pouting and tapping his foot like a child about to throw a tantrum.Â
âCome on, Hyun, we need to get out there!â Aiden, the bandâs bassist called out.Â
âNot moving until y/n wishes me good luck.â he quickly shook his head, his fluffy hair shaking with it and you thought how he resembled a dog; in more ways than one.Â
âFine you spoiled brat. Good luck.â you said sarcastically and he scoffed.Â
âThat wasnât so hard, was it?â he smirked, leaning into your personal space again.Â
âGet on the stage, Hyunjin.â you sighed and he chuckled in delight.Â
âWatch me closely.â he winked before running off.Â
âI can just cut the tension in the air with a knife.â Steph smirked at you, wiggling her eyebrows.Â
âOh, fuck off!â you said, smacking the back of her head as she cackled.Â
You did end up watching Hyunjinâs band perform after refreshing yourself, but pretty soon youâve come to regret that decision.Â
He was wild while performing, stripping out of his jacket as he screamed into the mic, sweating under the bright lights pointed directly at him making him look like an insane glazed donut as he strutted around the stage acting all smug even though he tripped over his dumb long legs multiple times.Â
Heâd lean over towards his little groupies, holding their hand or caressing their faces, blowing them kisses and whatnot, all of that behavior making your gut churn in disgust.Â
The last straw was when he laid down on his back and started humping the air while moaning into the mic.Â
Even though the crowd screamed louder than before and the horny fans almost started hyperventilating, you felt second hand embarrassment at witnessing this.Â
Hyunjin continued moaning before he threw his head back, his eyes locking with yours.Â
A shiver ran down your spine as he smirked at you, all sweaty, his hair sticking to his forehead, his piercings shining in the light, the veins on his neck visible and his cheeks red.Â
A warmness spread in your navel as he winked, licking at his lip slowly, taunting you before he moaned extra loudly, the pornographic sound echoing in your ears.Â
You frowned suddenly at your heart beating fast and your legs pressing together.Â
What the fuck is wrong with me?, you thought, quickly shaking your head as he finally looked away from you and stood up.Â
Of course, he got showered by multiple bras on stage, you think you even caught a glimpse of someone throwing their panties and you couldnât watch anymore.Â
It was truly disgusting.Â
You quickly shoved past some staff members watching and gasping at whatever Hyunjin was doing now.Â
Pushing past everyone, you made your way outside to get some fresh air in the hidden area behind backstage, where staff and musicians usually smoked or chilled after a performance.Â
You greeted some of the staff before finding a spot where you could be alone.Â
You were about to relax when you heard kissing sounds and as you turned to look around the corner you saw Steph kissing some random girl.Â
You couldnât contain the gasp that flew out of your mouth, making them jolt away from each other.Â
Stephâs eyes widened when she saw you and you quickly spun around, noticing Janey had just walked outside too and started looking around.Â
âY/n, wait!â Steph yelled behind you. âItâs not what you think! Please, donât tell Janey!â she looked at you desperately but you hated cheaters more than anything, seeing her betrayal with your own eyes broke any sort of connection you had with her.Â
âIsnât it? Your tongue was down some girlâs throat. Now, what do you call that?â you scoffed.
âWhat?â Janey appeared next to you, just as the girl who Steph was kissing before stood behind her.Â
âItâs not like that, I-â
You could see Janeyâs eyes filling up with tears.Â
âThatâs it, Iâm done. With you and with the band. With everything.â you gasped when she said that, your eyes wide.Â
âJaney, donât be like that, it didnât mean anything to me-â Steph started.
âLiar, you told me youâd leave her for me.â the girl behind Steph chimed in.Â
âOh, so this has been going on for some time?â Janey looked between Steph and the girl.Â
âLetâs talk about this inside.â you tried to lead them in as people were whispering and looking at the four of you.Â
âI have nothing else to say. Iâm sorry, y/n. I canât be a part of this band anymore when all itâs gonna do is remind me of this cheating whore.â Janey spat before turning around and leaving.Â
âOkay, I deserve that but like Iâm sorry that-â
âSave it, Steph. I canât believe you did this. You put your desires over the well-being of our band. You do understand that your actions not only affect Janey, but also me, Ana and the rest of the record company?â you asked her, your blood boiling with anger.Â
âI- Iâm sorry, let me make it right. Iâll talk to Janey and sheâll forgive me once she understands-âÂ
âYou think I want you to be part of the band after this? Thatâs rich.â you turned around too, in hopes of finding Janey.Â
âY/n, you canât throw me out of the band!â Steph yelled behind you.Â
âI just did.â you said coldly before opening the door and rushing into the backstage room.Â
âIs Janey here?â you asked Ana and before she could answer, someone bumped into you rather strongly, making you stumble backwards a little.
You turned around angrily, noticing a very sweaty and breathless Hyunjin staring at you with a smile, his tongue lolling out of his lips as he played with his piercing.Â
âSo, did you like my performance?â he winked at you. âDid it get you excited?â the famous shit eating grin spread on his face as he leaned in closer to you, a few droplets of sweat dripping from his hair.
âI donât have time for your games, Hyunjin. Please leave me alone.â you said annoyingly, noticing he had a bra hooked around his hand.
âWhatâs going on?â Ana asked, looking at you confusedly.
You were shaken up, the anger you felt manifesting into tears and you cursed yourself for being so emotional and quick to cry.Â
âWoah, youâre crying!â Hyunjin stepped even closer to you but youâve had enough of him.Â
âGet away from me, asshole!â you channeled all your anger his way as you pressed your hands on his chest, pushing him away.Â
Hyunjin stumbled with a gasp, a shocked look on his face.Â
âWhat the hell is happening here?â Anthony quickly came to Hyunjinâs side as his bandmates watched everything unfold.Â
âAna, can we talk in private?â you glared once more at Hyunjin and she quickly nodded, hooking her arm with yours and taking you away from the scene.Â
Hyunjin watched your figure disappear out of view with a deep frown on his face.Â
-
Itâs been a dreadful week.
Youâve tried talking to Janey multiple times, begging her to come back, promising to her that you wouldnât let Steph come anywhere near her.Â
Sadly, Janey was insistent on not wanting to continue with the band since lots of the songs were written by her and her now ex girlfriend who betrayed her in such an ugly way.Â
You talked to Ana almost every day on the phone but you werenât up for any visits, choosing instead to wallow in your sadness.Â
Your band fell apart, your friends were no longer together, your album couldnât be published and people were speculating, spreading rumors, you were getting numerous curious comments asking what happened to Venus Flytrap.Â
You had no idea what to do at that moment.Â
You just needed some time to yourself to figure out what your next step should be.Â
You were lounging in your bed when your phone buzzed for the hundredth time.
Rolling your eyes, you grabbed it and saw that you had a text message from an unknown number.Â
???: hey there pretty girl! donât be so sad! there are worse things than your band falling apart.Â
you: what, like death? and who is this?Â
???: your favorite person in the whole world<3Â
you: hyunjin??Â
???: aw i knew i was your favorite!
You started seething immediately as you sat up, your heart beating fast instantly as you worked yourself up into annoyance.
You quickly put his contact under âassholeâ.Â
you: no, i knew that a conceited answer like that can only come from an asshole like you.
you: now, what do you want?
asshole: did you save my contact as asshole? or dickhead? which one is it?
you: wouldnât you like to know. seriously what the hell do you want. iâll block you if you donât get on with it
asshole: just wanted to see if you maybe want to talk to someone
you: if i did, i wouldnât choose you. have a nice day away from me hyunjin
Hyunjin didnât answer your last text, instead he left you on read and you tossed your phone across your bed, now feeling even more infuriated than before.Â
You squinted your eyes, grabbing your phone again and texting Ana.
you: did you give my number to hyunjin??
Ana: iâm sorry! he wouldnât stop bugging me about it! pls donât be mad
Just great.Â
Why is he insisting on annoying you even when you feel down in the dumps, you thought, he always has to come in and make you feel even more mad.Â
You were hoping that with your last text heâd finally leave you alone.
You also hoped you wouldnât be seeing him any time soon.
But boy, you couldnât be more wrong.
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âWhat?!â you yelled so loudly that it echoed off of the office walls.
âY/n, please we donât know any other solution. Lycoris Radiata is going to tour in 4 days and youâre the only person who knows their songs by heart. You can also kick ass with drums. And well, youâre kinda free now.â Anthony grimaced.Â
âYou canât do this to me. I canât spend so much time with Hwang Hyunjin!â you whined like a child, kicking your legs under the table as Ana gave you an apologetic look.
âGossiping about me?â Hyunjin strolled in, with that annoying smirk, his hair in a little ponytail, showing more of his ear piercings and his sharp jawline.Â
He took off his leather jacket, throwing it haphazardly on the chair before he plopped down into it.Â
He spun around in the chair to face you as you looked at him with a scowl on your face.
Brendon, his guitarist and Aiden joined the meeting right after that.
âSo, ready to be my new drummer?â Hyunjin wiggled his eyebrows at you.
âNot a chance in hell.âÂ
âY/n, please, we have no other choice! Phil had to leave so suddenly due to his sickness. We couldnât be prepared for something like that. We canât afford to postpone the tour now.â Brendon pleaded as Aiden nodded next to him.Â
You leaned back into the chair, pursing your lips as you gave it a thought.
Of course theyâd choose you.Â
You knew their songs by heart since you shared so many tours together but you had your own bus and mostly ran into Hyunjin either backstage or at an afterparty but if you would become a part of his band youâd spend most of your time with him.Â
But this could be good for you to give yourself time to decide what you wanna do next while touring with Lycoris Radiata.Â
And since you were a multi instrumentalist, playing the drums wouldnât be a problem for you.
You smirked suddenly before tilting your head at Hyunjin.Â
âFine. I will tour with you under one condition.â you said.Â
âAnything!â Anthony piped in but you kept staring at Hyunjin.Â
âI want you to beg.â your smirk deepened and Hyunjinâs eyes widened slightly, his fingers twitching against his thighs.Â
âWhat?â he blinked repeatedly and you chuckled under your breath.Â
âBeg me to join your band or Iâm not doing it.âÂ
Hyunjinâs lips opened and closed a few times before he frowned.
âI donât beg. I demand.â he smirked, taunting you.
âWell, in case you havenât noticed, youâre in no position to have demands. However, I am. So if I want you to beg, Hyunjin, youâre gonna beg.â you sat up straight as he looked at you in pure shock.Â
âMy, my darling. I didnât know you were this commanding. I kinda dig that.â he wiggled his eyebrows.Â
âAny day now.â you were ready to stand up and leave.Â
The room was eerily silent and Brendon opened his lips to speak up but Anthony grabbed his wrist and quickly shook his head.Â
You could see the gears turning in Hyunjinâs head as he stared at you, and slowly but surely his cheeks became red as he closed his eyes in frustration.
âPretty please, join my band and come on tour with us?â he said, rather quickly and you tsked.Â
âNot convincing enough.â you enjoyed having the upper hand, the roles reversed as you pushed Hyunjinâs buttons.Â
âWhat do you want me to do?! Kneel at your feet?â he whined.
âMaybe.â you shrugged.Â
âUnbelievable! Iâm the one doing you a favor anyways.â Hyunjin said, clearly annoyed and you were reveling in it.Â
You wanted him to get the taste of his own medicine.
âIs that so?â you raised your eyebrow as he breathed hard.Â
âYes, your band is as good as dead right now, just like your career.â he said with a smug smirk, making everyone gasp.Â
âHyunjin!â Aiden scolded him and you stood up, feeling your eyes water as you lifted your hand, your palm colliding with Hyunjinâs cheek.Â
The force of your slap turned his head right and he grabbed at his cheek immediately, his eyes wide, his face becoming red quickly.
âFuck you!â you said angrily before turning around and leaving the room as tears started sliding down your cheeks.Â
âNow look at what you did!â Anthony was mad and Hyunjin shrugged with a frown, realizing quickly that maybe he did cross a line.
âHow could you say something like that to y/n?â Brendon asked, and Hyunjin looked at them, feeling dejected suddenly as he rubbed at his cheek.Â
There was strength in your hands, that he was sure of.Â
âI fucked up, okay! I didnât mean to say that.â he shook his head. âI will make this right.â Hyunjin added, standing up.Â
âDude, I think youâre the last person y/n wants to see right now.â Aiden said.Â
âBut I have to apologize to her.â Hyunjin chewed on his lip, playing with his piercing as a nervous habit.
âIâll go with you then.â Aiden nodded, standing up as well.Â
âFine.â Hyunjin sighed.Â
You sat in the swinging chair on one of the many balconies of the building, letting your tears slip down your cheeks as the wind picked up, making you shiver.Â
Hyunjin and Aiden found you pretty quickly and before Aiden could follow him to the balcony, Hyunjin smacked his hand on Aidenâs chest.Â
âPlease, just wait here.âÂ
âFine, but if you provoke her again, Iâm coming in.â Aiden sighed, shaking his head.Â
The door of the balcony opened and in the corner of your eye you saw Hyunjinâs combat boots and his leather pants.Â
âGo away.â you said quietly, sniffling and turning away from him.
Hyunjin stood frozen for a moment, holding his jacket in his hand and you took that time to quickly wipe away your tears.Â
You didnât want to look weak in front of your enemy.Â
Footsteps approached and suddenly you felt a weight on your shoulders and back.Â
You looked down, realizing that Hyunjin had put his jacket around you and it smelled like cigarettes mixed with cologne he always wears and something distinctly him.Â
You took a deep breath and for some reason, calmness settled all over your body.Â
âIâm really sorry for what I said back there. It was way out of line.â
You didnât say anything, still refusing to look at him.Â
âAnd Iâm sorry about your band. I know that must be hard to go through. I feel bad that my drummer had to leave, I donât know how Iâd feel if-â
âAre you done?â you turned to look at him and his lips pressed together.Â
âI donât care how you feel, Hyunjin. Just like you didnât care about hurting me moments ago.â you stood up, ready to throw his jacket away.Â
âWell, I apologized!â he threw his hands up, rolling his eyes. âThough, Iâm glad I have that effect on you, I didnât know you cared so much about what I think or say.â he smirked suddenly.Â
You were tempted to slap his other cheek at that moment, and Aiden mustâve sensed it so he walked out to the balcony.Â
âAre we okay?â he asked, gulping.Â
âNot until he apologizes properly.â you crossed your arms with a smirk, and he knew exactly what you meant.
âUgh! This is the first and last time I get on my knees for you.â Hyunjin said annoyingly as he kneeled down and you chuckled in delight.Â
âIâm sorry for being an asshole and if you could find it in your heart to forgive me, Iâd be honored for you to join my band.â he batted his eyelashes at you.Â
âMmâŠâ you pursed your lips, acting like you were contemplating it as he rolled his eyes again.Â
âFine. I accept.â you shrugged and Hyunjin stood up quickly with a smile.
âWelcome to the band, sweetheart!â he smirked, opening his arms for a hug and you quickly dodged under his arm and slithered away.Â
âYouâre welcome.â you smirked back, grabbing his jacket and throwing it at him.
He caught it just as you walked back into the hallway, grinning to himself as you walked away.Â
âShe wants me so bad.â Hyunjin said as Aidenâs eyebrows lifted comically.Â
âI think she wants to kill you.â he said and Hyunjin chuckled, smacking Aidenâs shoulder and grabbing him.Â
âI know what chicks like, okay?âÂ
âYou also know that y/n isnât one of your little groupies?â Aiden sighed.
âI know, donât worry. Sheâs special.â Hyunjin smiled, hugging his jacket to his chest, getting a whiff of your perfume that stayed on it.
Aiden shook his head with a chuckle.Â
This is gonna be one hell of a tour.Â
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The party was in full swing.Â
That morning you had packed for the tour, your stomach swirling with nerves so much that you thought youâd throw up.Â
You were actually going on tour with Lycoris Radiata, for at least six months.Â
A lot can happen in that amount of time and while you were nervous to spend so much time with the infuriating and annoying asshole aka Hwang Hyunjin, you were also excited for the new experience and the places youâll get to see.
Of course, you couldnât leave without attending a âhave an amazing tourâ party that was mostly exclusive only for staff and a few other people.Â
You were on your second glass of beer as you sat at the bar, the cold bitter liquid not calming you down as it should.Â
Hyunjin was having a jolly old time, entertaining some girls of course and if you had rolled your eyes any harder, theyâd get stuck in the back of your head.Â
âDonât take that to heart.â Aiden suddenly appeared next to you.
âWhat?â you chuckled awkwardly, shaking away your thoughts.
âHyunjin flirting like that. Heâs a lot of talk, more than anything else.â
âWhy would I care if he flirts with some random girls?â you frowned. âItâs none of my business.â
âRight.â Aiden pursed his lips. âWell, Iâm gonna go find Anthony.â
âSure.â you shrugged, your eyes flying back to Hyunjin and the girls who were salivating all over him.Â
He was showing them his biceps and they were touching him like theyâve never seen a human arm in their life.Â
You scoffed, shaking your head when a voice behind you startled you.Â
âNow, why is a pretty lady such as yourself sitting all alone?âÂ
You turned around with your eyebrow lifted, coming face to face with a stranger.Â
âBecause itâs her choice.â you answered.
âOh, feisty and pretty? Thatâs a fun combo.â the guy smirked, his arm leaning on your chair, almost hugging your waist as he got closer to you.Â
Your nose scrunched up, he smelled of alcohol and you really wanted him to leave you alone.Â
âIâm pretty boring, trust me.â you said.
âOh, I donât believe that. In fact, I think if you were to let me take you home tonight, you and I could have so much fun.â he smirked and you were pretty sure you barfed in your mouth a little.
âNo, thank you.â you said sarcastically.Â
He chuckled, placing his arms around you.
You were completely unaware of Hyunjin who was keeping an eye on you and the suspicious guy.Â
As soon as the man placed his hands on you, Hyunjin pushed the girl he was talking to aside, his heavy combat boots taking him right to you and the disturbance in your personal space.
âI donât really take no for an answer.â he said and your heart sank momentarily.Â
âBack off man!â you tried to push him away but he wasnât budging.
Suddenly the guy was ripped away from you with such force that it pulled you to your feet.
You grabbed at the bar to steady yourself and gasped just in time to see Hyunjin swinging his fist at the man.Â
âOh my god!â you almost screamed, your eyes wide as the guy fell to the floor instantly.Â
People quickly gathered around and Anthony was trying to push them away so he could grab Hyunjin.Â
âThe lady said no, you fucking dirtbag!â Hyunjin said, swinging at the man again.Â
âOh my god, Hyunjin! Stop, itâs okay, please!â you panicked, never seeing him this angry or violent.Â
âHwang! Enough!â Anthony yelled, grabbing Hyunjinâs arms and lifting him up as he fought against his manager, still trying to punch the man who was now laying on the floor with his face completely bloody.Â
You kept looking at Hyunjin with a shocked expression as he breathed hard, his face red and sweaty from anger, the veins on his neck and forehead popping out.
âI stopped, now let me go.â he said through his teeth as someone lifted up the unconscious guy.
âHyunjin, if this gets out to the press it could turn into a fucking shitstorm! What the hell is wrong with you?!â Anthony yelled angrily as Hyunjin stood with his fists still clenched.Â
âHe made y/n uncomfortable and he deserved it.â Hyunjin answered before turning towards you.Â
âAre you okay?â he asked, his eyes softening as you stared at him in disbelief.
âI-Iâm fine.â
âGood. Iâm done with this party.â Hyunjin said, turning on his heel and grabbing his jacket before he walked out, leaving you standing there still trying to process what the hell just happened.
-
You were half asleep when Ana drove you to the tour bus.Â
You barely slept last night, tossing and turning in your bed as the images of Hyunjin punching that guy from the party kept swimming in your head.Â
Never has a man defended you like that and youâve never seen Hyunjin look so livid before.Â
He was usually either smirking, laughing or being a menace, ready to always annoy you but youâve never seen him actually angry.
It was kind of⊠hot, you thought before shaking it off.
You wondered why he reacted like that.
âYou okay?â Ana snapped you out of your vegetative state as you sank in the passenger seat, arms crossed and hood over your head.Â
âHm? Yeah, just sleepy.â you sat up and looked around.Â
The sun wasnât even up yet.Â
âYou can continue sleeping on the tour bus. Weâre here.â she chuckled.Â
âOh, goody.â you sighed before opening the door and walking out.
âMorning, ladies.â Anthony all but ran up to Ana, helping her with yours and her bags since sheâd be joining you too.Â
âMorning? Itâs still night.â you checked your phone, seeing it was 4:13am.Â
âNot where I come from. You see-â Anthony started.
âOkay, Iâm too asleep to listen to this.â you shook your head before strolling towards the bus.Â
You were about to just climb in and go straight to the nearest bed you could find but you heard some quiet music coming from behind the back of the bus.Â
You approached slowly and peeked around to see Hyunjin leaning on the wall, smoking and listening to some quiet music.Â
He looked up instantly, seeming like a deer caught in headlights for a short moment.Â
âRemembered to put on a jacket?â he smirked.Â
âHa ha. Very funny.â you said and he shrugged, looking away and turning the music off.Â
As he brought his cigarette to his lips, you noticed his knuckles were red and injured.Â
âI guess I should thank you for last night.â you said quietly, swinging on your feet awkwardly as you dug your hands in your pockets.Â
âIt was nothing.â he shook his head quickly.Â
âI wouldnât call that nothing.â you motioned to his hand.Â
âThis?â he looked at his hand and chuckled. âYou should see the other guy.â he winked at you, making you roll your eyes.Â
âClever.âÂ
âCome to think of it, it does hurt a bit. Wanna kiss it better?â Hyunjin smirked, puffing the smoke out.Â
âBite me.â you gave him the middle finger as he laughed, the sound ringing out in the quiet early hours.
âI might. If you ask nicely.â he said with that smug expression of his.
âIâm going inside.â you shivered, realizing how cold it actually was, ignoring his witty quips.Â
âIâm right behind ya.â he threw his cigarette on the floor before stepping on it.Â
Your heart started beating fast out of nowhere as his heavy boots stomped behind you, the sound escorting you to the entrance of the bus.Â
âOh wow.â your eyes widened as you looked around the living/kitchen area.Â
âYou like?â Hyunjin leaned over your shoulder and you jolted away from him, making him snicker.Â
âYeah, itâs⊠not what I expected. It looks more cozy than I thought it would.â you nodded.
âYou should thank the interior designer.â he wiggled his eyebrows.
âAnd who might that be?â you asked, making your way to the bunk bed area.Â
âOh, just a guy. He takes payment in kisses.â Hyunjin bumped into you as you stopped.Â
âIs that guy maybe you?â you turned around, not realizing immediately just how close Hyunjin was to you.Â
âMaybe it is.â he leaned towards you with a smirk and you squealed a little, stepping away from him.
âGive it up. Iâm taking the top bunk bed.â you pointed to the left side.Â
âNot fair! I always take that one!â Hyunjin pouted.
âTough luck, I called it first.â you smirked, taking off your jacket and throwing it up on the bed.Â
âOr⊠we can both sleep up there?â Hyunjin said and you scoffed, pushing him away.Â
âLike hell!âÂ
âAre yâall fighting this early?â Brendon came in, looking confused and disheveled.Â
âNo, itâs foreplay.â Hyunjin wiggled his eyebrows and you made gagging noises.Â
âHereâs your bag, y/n.â Ana appeared with your luggage.Â
Aiden and Anthony came in after and everyone took some time to unpack and get settled.Â
âI heard we have two pretty ladies with us, so you fellas gotta behave now.â you heard an unknown voice and leaned over to see who it belonged to.
âOh, we always behave, Stu.â Hyunjin smirked.Â
âYes, especially you.â the man, Stu, rolled his eyes.Â
âThis is our main driver Stu.â Aiden introduced you and Ana to him.Â
âPleasure to meet you ladies. Hopefully the road wonât be too bumpy.â he winked before turning around and leaving.Â
âWhere is Bradley?â Anthony piped in suddenly.
âWhoâs Bradley?â you asked, at this moment you just wanted to get everything over with and catch up on some sleep.
âOur sound guy.â Brendon answered. âAnd lights guy. He is underpaid and overworked, basically.â he added, giving Anthony a pointed look.Â
âHey, itâs not my fault Mike quit!â he lifted his hands up. âBesides, weâre picking someone up in the next town over. Heâll be our roadie along with Bradley.âÂ
As they started discussing, you slipped away to the bathroom, where you could change in peace and get ready for bed.Â
You leaned on the counter, staring at yourself in the mirror as you listened to the muffled voices talking.Â
Were you doing the right thing?Â
Accepting to join another band when your heart still hurts from the sudden falling apart between your friends and band membersâŠÂ
âY/n, I need the bathroom!â Hyunjinâs voice brought you back to reality and you stood up straight.Â
âIâm not done yet!â you yelled back. âYou have another bathroom!â you added annoyingly, preparing to brush your teeth.Â
âAiden hogged it. Are you naked or something? Cause I swear I donât mind.âÂ
You could just hear the smirk in his voice.Â
Rolling your eyes, you opened the door and Hyunjin gave you the elevator eyes and they lingered on your legs in the shorts you put on, going up to your chest and lingering again before he looked up at your face.Â
He was playing with his lip ring again, his cheeks rosy.Â
âWhat do you want?â you spat.
âJust wanna brush my teeth.â he looked at you smugly.Â
You didnât say anything, just stepped aside and continued brushing your teeth.Â
You opted to leave the door opened since it felt awkward to have them closed.Â
âIsnât this fun, us brushing our teeth together? Itâs kinda domestic, donât you think?â Hyunjin said suddenly, the familiar smirk on his face.Â
âYes, thrilling.â you answered sarcastically. âYou donât have to act nice, Hyunjin. Everyone knows we hate each other so letâs just not talk too much and try to coexist peacefully for the sake of everyone else on this tour.â
Hyunjin opened his mouth to answer but you quickly turned around and left, not wanting to get into it with him when you were tired and nervous.Â
He smirked to himself, shaking his head.Â
The only thing stuck in his brain at that moment was the way you said his name.Â
God, he loved it.Â
-
You slept for a few hours only, waking up early yet again as the bus rolled to a stop at a diner.Â
âRise and shine, princess.â Hyunjinâs head popped up in front of you as he held onto your bed.
âFuck off.â you grabbed your pillow and smacked him with it, almost making him fall down but he managed to land on his feet.Â
You heard a smack and Hyunjin saying âowâ quietly before Aiden said,
âCome down if youâre hungry.âÂ
You chuckled to yourself, waiting for them to leave so you could get ready.
Of course, as soon as you sat down in a booth, Hyunjin pushed Brendon aside and quickly slid next to you.Â
âOh my god.â you rolled your eyes.Â
You were squished between him and Ana on your other side, and he was too close for comfort.Â
You could feel the heat of his body and smell the scent of his shampoo and body wash mixed with cigarettes.Â
You tried to ignore the feelings stirring in your gut as you ordered.
âSo, how did you like sleeping on top of me?â Hyunjin smirked, tilting his head.Â
âNot as much as you liked sleeping under me, weirdo.â you scoffed at him and he chuckled.
âI liked it very much, so that must mean you liked it at least a little.â he said as the food arrived and your stomach growled.Â
âWhatever you say.â you brushed him off and started to dig in.Â
âWeâre close to our first destination.â Anthony started after a sip of coffee. âWe will arrive around 4pm and have lunch, then we get ready and do the soundcheck. Questions?â
Everyone shook their heads no.Â
You suddenly felt nervous tingles running up your spine, and for some reason Hyunjin felt it.Â
âDonât worry princess, youâll do great.â he smirked, placing his hand on top of your wrist.Â
You snatched your hand away and looked at him.Â
âI know I will, I was just wondering if youâll be able to keep up with me.â you smirked back at him.Â
âYouâll be surprised at how well I can keep up, baby.â Hyunjin leaned into your personal space, his eyes boring into yours and you felt your cheeks burning.
âBe nice, you two.â Ana chuckled.
âWhat? I haven't called him an asshole yet. Emphasis on yet.âÂ
Hyunjin laughed next to you, his arm brushing against yours.
Oh, he is so going to enjoy this.
-
It was such a good, familiar feeling to sit behind a drum kit after being the main vocalist and guitarist of your band for so long.Â
The venue was empty at this moment and the sound of the drums echoing in the space was grand.Â
You closed your eyes and started playing a groove to get into the mood and Hyunjin was lured towards the stage instantly.Â
He watched you in awe even though he saw you play the drums before, they never had the name of his band on the front of them.Â
Hyunjin felt proud; that his band has come so far and honored that you were now a part of their story.Â
He hoped youâd enjoy the tour and judging by the blissful look on your face, you were off to a good start.Â
âLetâs go, Hyun.â Brendon smacked his shoulder, pulling him back to reality.Â
It was time for the soundcheck, and when everyone was finally on stage, tuning their instruments, you realized that this is real.Â
Excitement replaced any nerves you had and you were ready to tear the stage apart.Â
âLetâs jam a little.â Aiden smiled as everyone agreed.
He started to play a melody on his bass so you followed him with the drums.
You were so focused on grooving that you didnât notice Hyunjin winking at his two other band members.
When it was time for him to start playing his guitar, Hyunjin decided to play totally out of tune.Â
You looked up at him with your brows furrowed as you tried to follow him.
He changed it up suddenly, that familiar shit eating grin spreading on his face as you followed him yet again.Â
Brendon and Aiden stopped playing as they observed the two of you, battling it out with your instruments.Â
Hyunjin was trying hard to get on your nerves, push your buttons but you werenât gonna let him in.Â
âHaving some trouble following, princess?â he yelled over the noise.Â
You looked at him pointedly as he started to play another melody that made no sense and youâve had enough.Â
Hyunjin had a way of getting under your skin and he obviously knew that.Â
Your arm lifted up on its own accord and you swung one of your drumsticks right at Hyunjin, aiming for his empty head.Â
His eyes widened and he managed to dodge it in a close second as the drumstick clattered on the floor.Â
âHa! Attempted murder! Yâall saw that!â he pointed at you, while looking at his friends and you started laughing.Â
âDonât worry, even if it did hit your head, it couldnât damage it more than it already is.â you smirked as Hyunjin huffed.Â
âOh baby, keep talking. Degradation is my thing.â he motioned towards his ear with his fingers and you made a disgusted face at him.Â
Of course, the asshole laughed at your expression.Â
âGuys, can we actually practice?â Brendon chimed in as Aiden nodded.Â
Instead of answering verbally, you started playing so everyone joined in.Â
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âAre you nervous?â Aiden asked as the venue filled up and it all became real.
âNope, Iâm ecstatic!â you answered, twirling your drumstick in your hand.Â
âTrying to murder me once again?â Hyunjin appeared next to you as you almost hit him with it.
âTrust me, if I was trying to kill you, youâd already be dead.âÂ
âNobodyâs killing anyone, weâre already short on staff.â Anthony smirked before putting his arms around Hyunjin and Brendonâs shoulders.Â
âGood luck guys! And y/n, of course. I know yâall will do great.â Anthony smiled.Â
Ana came up to you to hug you.Â
âGood luck, babe!â she smiled.Â
âThank you.â you gave her a bone crushing hug, she was always like a sister to you and having her here now meant a lot to you.Â
As soon as you walked out on stage, the screams of all the people that came to see you perform were deafening but heartwarming.Â
Hyunjin was the main character on stage, that you were convinced of as whatever he did resulted in even louder screaming.Â
You didnât mind being the backbone of the band, playing drums to you was a meditative and transcending experience and anything you were angry or upset about, you could take it out while playing.Â
Performing with Lycoris Radiata was fun as fuck, even more than you hoped for; seeing Hyunjin up close made you realize just why people loved him so much.Â
He was charismatic, cool and lame at the same time, ethereally beautiful and down to earth, fun but sensitive, alluring but cute, he gave his all and more.Â
He was everything wrapped up in one and you wondered how that was possible.Â
A particular moment struck you; when you were playing a slower song, Hyunjin sang so delicately, his back turned to you as the lights beamed down on his frame, his sweaty hair and skin making him look like he was glowing.Â
Your heart skipped a beat but you ignored it.Â
Near the end of the show, Hyunjin did his usual routine which consisted of making everyoneâs panties wet; it was time for the sex song he always sang near the end which made you feel embarrassed and uncomfortable but something about being on stage with them got you in the right mood for it.
The part came up; and Hyunjin was on the floor, moaning and humping the air as you followed his moans with the heavy sound of your drums.Â
Hyunjin smirked, throwing his head back to look at you as he continued his ministrations and you continued following him on the drums.Â
Aiden and Brendon joined in as Hyunjin became louder, resulting in you hitting the drums harder as the sounds all came together in a crescendo.Â
You wished that you could press your thighs together to create pressure and friction because the whole thing managed to get you wet too.Â
A part of you felt ashamed but you didnât give a flying fuck in that moment, completely letting go of everything as the four of you continued jamming together.Â
Hyunjin stood up with the biggest smile on his face, winking at you as he ran a lap around the stage before literally diving into the audience.Â
You gasped to yourself but continued playing the outro to the performance while Hyunjin was being groped by horny fanboys and fangirls.Â
Security was there to pull him back up on stage safely and Hyunjin sang the end of the song before screaming a âthank youâ into the mic.Â
After all four of you bowed a hundred times, you finally ran backstage where a very sweaty Hyunjin started hugging everyone, eventually coming up to you.Â
âDonât even think about it.â you said as he opened his arms.Â
âNot thinking, just doing it.â he smirked and before you could run away, his arms wrapped around you and he pulled you into his body.Â
âEw!â you squirmed against him and he chuckled.Â
âDonât pretend you donât like it.â he held you tighter and your heart leaped out of your chest.Â
The bastard smelled so good even after sweating so much and it annoyed you how seemingly perfect he was.Â
âWhat, a gross sweaty man slobbering all over me?â you scrunched up your face as you finally pushed him away.
âI wasnât slobbering but if youâre into that-â
âPlease shut up while Iâm still in a good mood.â you stopped him and he laughed.Â
âItâs so fun messing with you, darling.â Hyunjin ruffled your hair as you practically hissed at him, making him laugh again.Â
âYou guys were fucking amazing!â Anthony yelled excitedly.Â
âI donât know about you but I need some food.â Aiden piped in.Â
âIâm feeling thirsty, honestly.â Brendon added.
âAre we partying or what?â Hyunjin smirked, wiggling his eyebrows.Â
âHell yeah, we are!â Anthony high-fived him.Â
You ended up having the afterparty in the bus, ordering some food and acquiring some beer as you sat around in the living space.Â
Of course, as soon as you walked in, you ran for the shower, with Hyunjin cascading behind you and asking if he could join you because âitâll be done fasterâ.Â
âDream about it, asshole!â you yelled before closing the bathroom door.Â
âOh, I do.â Hyunjin smirked to himself, but you didnât hear him.Â
The excitement of the performance slowly washed away from your body along with Hyunjinâs scent that lingered after he hugged you, and you felt happy and cozy.Â
All of you finally settled down to eat and Hyunjin claimed the spot next to you, of course, his long slender fingers stealing your fries constantly.
âWill you back off! You have your own fries.â you slapped his arm as he whined.Â
âYours are tastier.â he claimed with that familiar smirk of his.
âAre they now?â you smirked back.Â
âMhm.â he nodded pointedly.
âLetâs see then.â you grabbed your box and dumped all your fries into his box before mixing them up. âPick one up and distinguish if itâs from your box or mine.â
Hyunjin stared at you with his lips parted before he smiled.Â
âAw, weâre sharing.â he said and continued eating as you heard some chuckles around the table.Â
âFor fucks sake.â you muttered, shaking your head.
The rest of the night was full of chatter and laughter, and you didnât mind Hyunjinâs arm or leg brushing against you ever so often, or his loud laughter ringing in your ears or him constantly poking at you.Â
Itâs barely been one day on tour and he wasnât as unbearable as you thought heâd be.Â
Everyone was tired and you had to hit the road so it was finally peaceful, before a loud scream startled everyone.
âOh no, I am going to die!â Hyunjin wailed dramatically.
âWhatâs wrong with him?â you rolled your eyes as Aiden came in.Â
âHe lost his teddy bear.âÂ
âHe what?â you chuckled in disbelief.
âHyunjinâs teddy, he always takes it with him. Heâs had it since he was a baby and heâs convinced it brings him luck.â Aiden shrugged and Hyunjin ran into the living area.
âWe are doomed!â he said, grabbing your arms and shaking you.Â
âCalm down, it must be around here somewhere.â you sighed.
âHelp me look?â Hyunjin batted his eyelashes at you as Aiden slipped away.
âHyunjin, Iâm tired, I need to get some sleep.â you whined.Â
âMe too! But I canât sleep without my teddy.â he said, you couldnât believe he was serious. âI will crawl up to your bunk and annoy you all night if you donât help me look.â he added, smirking.
âFine, Iâll help you.â you rolled your eyes.
âWow, you donât want me in your bed at all?â he kept smirking.Â
âZip it. Letâs find your precious teddy.â
âYes!â Hyunjin scurried after you as the two of you basically did a search and rescue mission for his favorite plush.Â
Eventually, you walked into the other bathroom, finding the old teddy sitting on the counter.
âThere you are.â you picked up, chuckling at the state of it.Â
You couldnât help it as you sniffed the teddy and sure enough it smelled just like its owner.Â
âFound it!â you yelled and Hyunjin bursted in, panting and smiling.Â
âOh my god!â he exclaimed, grabbing the teddy and then you as he enveloped you in a hug for the second time that night.Â
âThank you, thank you, thank you!â Hyunjin held you tightly and you chuckled.Â
âAlright, youâre thankful, I get it. You can let go now.â you said, patting his back.Â
âI owe you.â he muttered.
âI really didnât do anything.âÂ
âYou did, trust me.â he smiled.Â
As you laid in your bunk bed that night, you couldnât stop thinking about Hyunjin.Â
He seemed somehow different or you were just now seeing different sides of him that you didnât see before.Â
You didnât hate him completely.Â
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Ten days on tour and things were going great.Â
Every show was better than the last one, every venue bigger than the last one, every note played made Lycoris Radiata mean more and more to you.Â
Tonight was no exception as you ripped the stage once again, this time Hyunjin ended up lifting Aiden and spinning him at the end which almost made the poor man throw up from excitement.Â
âThis was Lycoris Radiata, see you next time!â and with that you ran backstage where Hyunjin had to hug everyone, even asking for a group hug.Â
You had to humor him.Â
When your head finally hit the pillow, you couldnât sleep even though you were exhausted.Â
You kept replaying one particular moment from the show in your head.Â
It was while Hyunjin was singing his famous sex song, before the moaning part, he came up to you and sang while looking at you.Â
You kept playing and looking at him intently as he sang the lewd lyrics right into your face.Â
Before he took off, Hyunjin lifted his hand, making a V shape with his fingers, doing the licking motion between them, his tongue piercing shining in the big stage light.Â
Your mouth fell agape for a moment as you felt hotness spread all over your body and he smirked smugly when you made a tiny mistake in your playing.Â
People didnât notice but he did.Â
And he was satisfied with it.Â
You couldnât stop thinking about it, and it had been a while since youâve had a little âyou timeâ but it was hard to do that with so many people in the bus.Â
Your eyes fluttered closed and you sighed, hearing some shuffling beneath you.Â
âY/n?â Hyunjin suddenly climbed up into your bed, startling you as you sat up and turned on the little light inside.Â
âW-what are you doing?âÂ
âI canât sleep. And I figured you werenât sleeping either.â Hyunjin whispered.
âAnd how did you figure that?â you clutched your blanket.Â
âYou sighed like a hundred times.â he chuckled quietly.
âWhat do you want?â you rolled your eyes with a smile.Â
âTo hang out.â he pulled out a deck of cards out of nowhere.Â
âWe canât make too much noise, weâll wake everyone up.â you shook your head.Â
âFine then weâll do something quiet.â Hyunjin smirked, tossing the cards aside and laying down next to you, his eyes closing.
âTurn the light off, sweetheart.â he cracked one eye open as you stared at him in disbelief.Â
âYou are not sleeping in my bunk. Go back downstairs.â you whispered.
âNo.â he answered simply.Â
âHyunjin, Iâm warning you, I will push you down.â
âWill you? Youâll wake up the whole bus.â he smirked.Â
âGod, youâre so annoying!â you whisper-yelled, giving up as you laid down, turning away from Hyunjin.Â
âBe nice and share your blanket.â Hyunjinâs breath hit the back of your neck, making you shiver as goosebumps rose on your skin.Â
âNeed anything else?â you muttered as he hogged your blanket and your personal space.Â
âA goodnight kiss?â Hyunjin leaned over you, peering at your face hopefully.
You gave him the side eye and he chuckled.Â
âMaybe some other time, hm?â he asked.Â
âGo to sleep.â you said and he laid down behind you.Â
âGoodnight, darling.â Hyunjin wanted to reach out and touch your hair but he figured youâd probably break his arm.Â
You didnât answer, your heart beating so hard that you were afraid it was shaking the bed and Hyunjin could feel it.Â
You quickly turned off the light and tried to calm down.
There was enough space to where he wasnât touching you but you felt his warmth, his scent, his breath on your skin.
It was driving you crazy and making you feel calm at the same time.Â
You managed to fall asleep somehow.
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At some point, in the middle of the night, Hyunjin and you gravitated closer to each other and you ended up in his arms.Â
When you slowly blinked your eyes open and realized you were staring straight at Hyunjinâs chest, you jolted away from him, making him groan quietly.Â
âWhere you goinâ?â he mumbled into your pillow, trying to grab you.
âAs far as I can from you.â you said, wiggling out of his arm that eventually caught you as he groaned again.
âSomethingâs poking my ass.â Hyunjin gasped when he rolled over and you laughed.Â
âItâs the cards, you idiot.â rolling your eyes, you left the bunk feeling embarrassed and insane as your face heated up.Â
What are you doing, sleeping in the same bed as Hyunjin?
You hate him, right?
You werenât so sure anymore.Â
Yes, he was annoying but somehow that became kind of endearing.Â
He has bugged you every single day since the tour started and if he suddenly stopped, itâd feel weird.Â
You sighed, shaking off your thoughts as you grabbed your phone, munching on your breakfast.Â
âMorning, y/n. Tell me am I crazy or did Hyunjin sleep over in your bunk?â Ana smirked at you as she brought two coffees.Â
âYou are crazy. But yes, he slept in my bunk.â you said.Â
âInteresting.â she smirked, lifting one eyebrow up.Â
âHey, I saw you sleeping in Anthonyâs bunk multiple times. Whatâs that about?â you teased as you opened up your insta.Â
âWell, everyone knows we have a thing for each other. You and Hyunjin though⊠oh yeah, you have a thing too.âÂ
âWe donât have a thing.â you quickly said as Ana chuckled.Â
âRight. Mhm.âÂ
You continued scrolling, and thatâs when you noticed it; the hate comments on your posts.Â
âSheâs just a slut whoâs after Hyunjinâ
âSheâs delusional if she thinks heâd like her like sheâs ugly lmaoâ
âUntalented bitchâ
âGet her away from my Hyunjinâ
âShe deserved her band falling apart they were shit anywaysâ
âY/n should retire from the music sceneâ
Your eyes started stinging with tears as you skimmed through the comment section.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â Ana tilted her head to look at you.Â
You slid your phone to her and she gasped.Â
âYou know these people are probably some jealous, unsuccessful suckers.â she said.Â
âI need some air.â you sucked in a breath before hurriedly leaving the bus.Â
âWhatâs with her?â Hyunjin walked in. âIs she mad at me?â
âNo, look.â Ana showed him your phone.Â
Hyunjin frowned instantly, running out of the bus after you.Â
You stood not too far away with a cigarette in your hand as you hugged yourself with your other arm and Hyunjinâs eyes softened when he saw you shivering in the wind.
âI knew youâd forget to bring a jacket.â Hyunjin put his leather jacket around you, smoothing his hand over your back a few times.Â
You exhaled a puff of smoke, not answering him as you melted into his big jacket.Â
Hyunjin took out a cigarette for himself and you reached out with your lighter, lighting it up as he smirked.Â
âSince when do you smoke?â he asked.
âWell, Iâm feeling extra stressed right now so I needed something to take the edge off.â you shrugged.Â
âBecause of the comments?âÂ
âI donât wanna talk about them.âÂ
âIâm sorry.â Hyunjin sighed.Â
âItâs not your fault.â you said.Â
âI feel like it is.âÂ
Hyunjin was standing so close to you that his arm was touching yours while both of you continued smoking.
You stood silently next to each other for a few more moments as the clouds passed you by, and slowly but surely Hyunjin closed the gap between your hands as he touched yours briefly before he wrapped his pinky around yours.Â
âHey, you know Iâm honored youâre part of my band.â his tone was serious and you couldnât bear to look at him or youâd burst into tears.Â
âI know.â you smiled as you kept looking into the distance.Â
He smiled too, his eyes focused on you.
Hyunjin had your back; and that was a pinky promise.
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Finally, you arrived to your next destination, and youâd be there for a few days which meant you had to check into a hotel.Â
You were glad to have some time to yourself, you needed a real shower and a real bed and just some time to get away from everything, recharge your batteries.Â
You just finished with your shower and skincare when your phone annoyed you, buzzing with texts constantly.Â
When you grabbed it you realized that you forgot to change Hyunjinâs name from âassholeâ.Â
You laughed to yourself, deciding to just add a little heart at the end.Â
asshole<3: y/n what are you doing
asshole<3: why arenât you answering
asshole<3: iâm BOREEEED
asshole<3: y/n!!!!Â
asshole<3: princess?
asshole<3: iâm coming to your room
âShit!â you exclaimed just in time when Hyunjin knocked on your door.
âGo away, Hyunjin!â you yelled on the other side.Â
âNever! I will wake the whole damn floor if you donât open this door.â he banged against it.Â
âSpoiled brat.â you muttered to yourself before opening the door.Â
âOh.â Hyunjin looked you up and down, your hair still wet from the shower, your little nightgown accentuating all your goodies.Â
âDid you dress up for me?â he smirked as his tongue darted out to play with his lip piercing; a habit you picked up on.
âOh yeah, I was just waiting for you to come knocking on my door.â you answered sarcastically.
âOh come on, I brought snacks.â he lifted up a few bags.Â
âYou shouldâve said that first.â you stepped aside, letting him in.Â
âSo, are you here just because youâre bored?â you scoffed as he practically skipped to your bed before throwing himself on it.Â
âNo, Iâm here cause I know you miss me.â he smirked at you. âI spared you the walk to my room, princess.âÂ
âOh yeah, I am the one who missed you.â you said pointedly.Â
âI know you are.â he wiggled his eyebrows and you groaned, throwing a pillow at him but the slick bastard caught it.Â
âIâm gonna change into something else.â you said, feeling a bit self-conscious.Â
âInto what? After that outfit, the only logical thing is to have nothing on.â
âWouldnât you like that?â you snickered.Â
âI would.â he smirked.Â
âChanging right now!â you left for the bathroom to put on some actual pjs.Â
âDonât cross this line, Hyunjin.â you pointed as the two of you settled in your bed, ready to watch a movie and snack.Â
He smiled his shit eating grin and put his finger over the line.Â
âWhoops, crossed it.â
âNext time you lose a finger.â you threatened.
âWhere is it gonna be misplaced?â he smirked.Â
âNot where you think.â
âYou donât know what Iâm thinking.â he leaned closer to you. âBut I can show you.â
âNo thanks. Just watch the movie.âÂ
It was quiet for some time until Hyunjin spoke up.Â
âIâm thinking of getting another tattoo.â
âOh?â you didnât take your eyes off the screen. âWhere?â
âMy back. I wanna finish what I started with my arm and shoulder.â he answered.Â
âWhich is?â you looked at him and he smirked.Â
âGlad you asked.â he said, taking his shirt off.Â
âWoah, woah, what are you doing?â you jolted as he tossed it aside.Â
âShowing you my tattoos.â he giggled. âSee, itâs one big picture. I sketched the original on my paper, itâs a flowerâs life story. From a little seed all the way to the dust it becomes after it wilts forever. Itâs not finished yet though.â he turned and you gulped.Â
âThatâs a beautiful thought actually.âÂ
âFeel the flowers.â Hyunjin turned his shoulder to you.Â
âIâm not gonna touch your tattoos.â you said.Â
âCome on, you know you want to.â he taunted you.Â
âNo, I donât.â you shook your head.Â
âYes, you do. You started ogling me as soon as I took my shirt off.â
âThatâs because of your musc- nothing, nevermind.â you quickly caught yourself, biting your tongue as your face started burning.Â
âBecause of what? My muscles? You like them?â he started flexing immediately.
âThatâs disgusting, stop acting like that.â you slapped his arm without thinking and you both froze.Â
âOh.â Hyunjin smirked before taking your hand in his. âReally, I want you to feel my tattoos.âÂ
âFine if it gets you to shut up.âÂ
Your fingers gently traced the delicate art on Hyunjinâs skin, starting from his wrist up his arm as you watched goosebumps rise on his skin.Â
You took your time to trace every leaf and petal as Hyunjin looked at you intently, his breaths coming out shaky as you traced over his arm, your fingers swirling with the intricate patterns.Â
Your hand came up to his shoulder as you continued tracing, his skin was so smooth and he was so warm under your touch.Â
âY/n.â Hyunjin whispered, his hand covering yours as he leaned in closer to you, his eyelids hooded.Â
Your eyes widened when you realized he was about to kiss you and you quickly moved away.Â
âWhat the hell are you doing?!â you stood up and Hyunjin frowned at you.Â
âWhat does it look like Iâm doing?!âÂ
âTrying to get into my pants!â you scoffed. âI think you should sleep in your room.â
âB-but, itâs not like that!â Hyunjin stood up and you backed away.
âI know what itâs like. Please leave.âÂ
âFine.â Hyunjin looked dejected as he grabbed his phone and shirt. âTeddy is lonely without me anyways.â he said, making a theatrical leave out of your room as he dragged his feet and kept giving you pointed looks.Â
You were almost close to telling him he can stay, but as soon as he leaned in, you panicked and didnât know how to react so you kept your mouth shut.
And you continued spiralling when he left, thinking about if he actually likes you or just wants to fuck you like he does to any girl.Â
Youâve seen him with girls on his arms constantly and while you always thought what you felt was hate or disgust; in this moment you recognized it was jealousy and it didnât feel good at all.
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part 2
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people hate s11 lip but like.
I get it.
#realest mf on the show#lip gallagher#shameless#who am I kidding people hate any season lip#I have so much to say. I could write essays abt that man#so overhated and for WHAT#he's a bit of an asshole and it's ohh he's so selfish oohhhh#but fiona almost kills a toddler and it's she was going through something đ„ș#listen I fucking adore Fiona but not like you fake fans I understand her absurdity you guys don't get it#she kinda sucks you can't erase the kinda sucking and pretend she's perfect#it's like with dean (Winchester) You can't just act like bc the older sibling raised the younger one they're suddenly perfect#y'all don't get it frfr#none of you bitches have even been in that dynamic you DON'T UNDERSTAND!!!#Its me and the younger sibling who the fandom hates because they're ''ungrateful'' (lip sam bolin) against the world#also like. the shit I see people hating lip for is always like#''was mean to his rapist. angry after his baby brother almost died. has trauma like a little bitch''#''doesnt worship the ground his sister walks on.''#sorry I'm being petty. as is my brand#''he became his dad :('' HE LITERALLY DIDN'T THATS THE FUCKING POINT??#is that. he was falling into the same habits his dad did and then he literally dragged himself to sobriety tooth and nail#my cringefail idiot son you guys don't get him like I do#I also wanted to kill myself in college I get it
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been feeling mixed on some of my friends recently
#i love them but im gonna explain#i donât want this to boil over like the twins did#but one of my friends i feel so cast off sometimes#i get it bc shes full time adult job employed now#in healthcare no less#but im just getting fully annoyed at her lack of availability and it makes me sad#im getting even sadder actually bc she also always seems to have time to hang with her uni friends whuch hurts#like im like okay i know you have this from 6-7 so how about we meet for dinner at 7:30 bc i wanna see you casually and she says no#and i think i really need to talk to her bc it makes me sad and then i feel slapped in the face#even on nights out we always have to go home early. which my friend basically said:#i think in future if you wanna go home you can but others shouldnât have to too#bc my other friend got so sad she was forced to come back early and i was like yea i would have liked to have sat at manly with yall#bc i feel we donât do this any more#i honestly think itâs better to just let her figure it out and go#i donât want me to sweep so much shit under the rug until i despise her#bc i know this isnât her fault i just wish she would let loose or make an effort#my other situation is my childhood best friend#i love her a lot sheâs amazing. but but but. sometimes i feel she can be too protective of me.#it comes from a place of knowing me for so long#and i do trust her opinions on people who i surround myself with bc she fucking hated those twins#but sometimes i feel she has been treating me differently since my neurodivergence diagnosis#even with a certain high school friend she held this dislike even when i said she was not like the twins#bc she was hanging out with the twins at the 21st#like this girl was also having her issues with the twins and was the person in the firing line of the breakup#even when i was in nl she was so worried about me and its nice to have her have my back#bc after that guy kissed me directly on the lips she suddenly became concerned about ppl taking advantage of me#and its like to me great she cares but also i did in fact learn from it#but she gets super defensive when ppl take advantage of me and i just wanna her to step back#i just feel sometimes i donât need her feeling like she needs to protect me or that i need to hang neurodivergence up like a flag#idk its a lot. thank u for listening
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jealous logan â headcanons
pairing: logan howlett x f!reader
warnings: possessive logan, teasing, brief smut (including fingering, dirty talk), feelings of insecurity on loganâs side, angst, jealous behaviour obviously, 18+ ONLY
a/n: the logan brainrot is real. i canât stop thinking about him so here are some headcanons while iâm writing a bigger one shot!
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logan had always been the jealous type even though he would never admit it
seeing you with another guy always felt like trouble to him
of course, he accepted that you had other male friends and that was FINE, but going out with your boyfriend usually entailed having to make sure that he didnât start a fight with someone
some people just wanted to cross a few lines and if they did so in loganâs presence, theyâd be in for some trouble
violence wasnât always the solution but a firm tug on another guyâs jacket usually made most of them run for the hills already
logan was a big, intimidating guy and the wolverine wasnât exactly unknown
if youâre sitting at different ends of the table or at different tables altogether, heâs always going to keep an eye on you
because youâre his and he really canât stand to see those slimy guys try their luck with you
strong arms would wrap around your waist as heâd casually join the conversation while another guy tried to talk to you
he does try to keep things civil if he can, even if heâs burning up inside
getting home after an encounter like this usually means that heâs just more desperate for you
strong hands would grab your waist, teeth nibbling at your ear as the deep rumble of his voice courses through your body
âi donât like to see you talking to other guys. i donât like to share.â
his finger would sometimes slip into your pants, brushing over your sensitive nub, teasing you
oh, he loves to be a tease
âonly i know how to make you feel goodâ
his thick fingers would push past your entrance, curling in just the right way to find the perfect spot inside you
logan was always good at this but showing you that no one could ever satisfy you like he did gave him just the right bit of motivation to make it even better for you
âlook how wet you are,â heâd whisper into your ear, often taking the time to suck his fingers clean after touching you
while he loved to remind you of who you belonged to, he also couldnât shake the little bit of insecurity in him
especially if it was a younger man talking to you or someone who wasnât mutant
heâd never be able to have a normal life and heâd grow much older than you, probably
what if you werenât satisfied with this anymore one day?
what if something else just sounded better, more secure?
youâd always try to reassure him that youâre happy with him, but the feeling kept nagging at him every time he got jealous and had a bad day
because how could he live without you?
oh, heâd get so clingy when heâs jealous
when youâre alone in your shared home, heâd pull you into a tighter hug than usual before sleep
your head is buried in his hairy chest, his large hand moving up and down your back
âi donât wanna lose you. shit, i hate to see you with other guys,â heâd say between gritted teeth, his eyes staring holes into the wall
when you look up at him, you meet his eyes and theyâre filled with worry
âi donât like the way other men look at youâŠâ he mumbles
âthen itâs good that i only want one specific man in my life,â you whisper in response, lips finding his in a slow kiss
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àšà§ pairing: park sunghoon x fem!reader àšà§ word count: 12k àšà§ genre: smut, semi-angst, fluff àšà§ tags: mentions of drug use, fake dating au, rockstar!sunghoon, popstar!reader, enemies to lovers au, jerk to down bad sunghoon, pet names (baby, doll, love, etc.), dirty talk, nipple play, oral (f receiving), belly bulging, spanking, unprotected sex, creampie àšà§ synopsis: Park Sunghoon, one half of popular rock band Into Eden, is on thin ice with his management and the general public. What does his manager Jay decide to do? Set him up with the leader of rising pop girl group PrismHeart. And while it starts as two stubborn people living in a lie, growing feelings cannot hold anything but the truth. âž This one's dedicated to my lovely betas: Ley @pars-ley), Ally @lovetaroandtaemin, Kiki @wonwovy, & Lola @monamipencil)! I'm so grateful to yâall and the love youâve given this story; I hope everyone else loves it too đ€ Also the ending song and inspiration for the title is from Boys Like Girls's song "Lost in Wonderland"!
âPARK SUNGHOON: ANOTHER HEARTBREAK UNDER HIS BELT?â
âIS HEESEUNG TIRED OF HIS BANDMATEâS GAMES? IS âINTO EDENâ IN TROUBLE OF DISBANDING?â
âDID SUNGHOON RUIN ANOTHER GIRL GROUP, AND HIS EXâS CAR?â
Sunghoon laughs at the headlines plastered across his managerâs desk. The gossip rags are the only vibrant thing in the office, the monochrome black and white color scheme creating a strict atmosphere that suffocates the rock star to no end. Who knew such bullshit could provide such humor?Â
The sound dies on Sunghoonâs tongue when he sees Jayâs displeasure pervade the older manâs entire face. His arms are crossed, and Sunghoon can see the veins in Jayâs neck tighten.
âYou think this is funny?â Jay asks, his voice even-keeled, but his body language anything but.
âNo, Mr. Park.â
âHoon.â Jay says his talentâs name with admonishment. He sits back down in his chair across from Sunghoon, the large desk separating them. âYou know I hate when you call me that.â
âWhat should I call you, Mr. Park? Bro? Dude? J-Man?â
Jay canât help the chuckle on his lips, but he shuts it down to go back to the discussion at hand. âSimply put, the labelâs pissed. All that we should see two months before your tour is good press, not this shit. And you know Yeji is going to do more than just comment in a couple of tabloids.â
Sunghoon rolls his eyes. âShe has nothing to say, besides the fact that it ended mutually.â
âYou call making out with Lia âending mutuallyâ?â
Sunghoon raises his hands in defense, a smirk on his lips. âDonât know what you were told, but that happened after we broke up.â
âOkay, thatâs it.â Jay takes the multitude of tabloids and throws them in the trash next to his desk. âThe label is going to chop my balls off if I donât fix the problems you created.â
Sunghoon, in his mind, isnât a problem child, per se. He simply pales in comparison to his golden boy best friend and musical partner, Lee Heeseung. It isnât his fault that Heeseung is squeaky clean. The only crazy thing the guy has ever done was dye his hair red for their recent cover shoot.Â
Sure, Heeseung has been committed to one person for years, long before the two men ever became a name in the public eye. The guy never partakes in recreational activities, choosing to spend his free time with his girlfriend or in video game chat rooms rather than in nightclubs like his counterpart. And heâs always been a media darling, giving signed photos to fans and providing the paparazzi with his undivided attention without complaint.
 Sunghoon likes to live without restrictions or red tape. If he has to be judged for that, constantly not measuring up to the pedestal his best friend lives on, so be it.
âItâs time for Plan B,â Jay says, breaking Sunghoon from his thoughts.
After Sunghoonâs brows furrow in confusion, Jay turns on the TV stationed behind his desk. The news video on display shows the members of PrismHeart, the labelâs rising girl group, attending the AMAs with bright smiles and matching sparkly ensembles.
âThis is Plan B?â Sunghoon asks, releasing a breathless laugh.
âNo.â Jay points to you in the center of the LED screen. Your hair billows in the wind as your face shines with the same quality of the cameras capturing your essence on the red carpet.
Sunghoon is taken aback by you without hearing you speak a single word, and he suspects something devious brewing behind his managerâs eyes when he says, âShe is.â
The nightclub is packed with D-list celebrities and upcoming starlets, ready to post to their respective social media accounts. With the right touch, the news will work its way to the trending page without fail.
Thankfully, Jay, Sunghoonâs manager, knows how to set the scene for a piece of tabloid fodder. Itâs part of his job to make sure that, for better or worse, Sunghoon gets his time in the spotlight.
As for you, all youâre expected to do is mingle with your new âboyfriend,â look pretty in your little black dress, and set the trap.Â
You asked your own manager, Momo, if you could bring one of the girls along to break the ice and make the âmeet cuteâ look more believable, and both she and Jay agreed.
So here you are, sitting across from Yujin with a strawberry martini in one hand and your cellphone in the other, waiting for the signal.
âHe is pretty cute. You canât deny that.â Yujin scrolls through Sunghoonâs Instagram feed, multiple gym pics and rehearsal photos lining the grid of his main profile.
When Momo produced Jayâs offer to her, she marketed it to you as the perfect way for PrismHeart to skyrocket from simmering stardom into true mega-fame. All it took was a handful of white lies and scheduled meetups. No harm, no foul, right?
Like a devoted group leader, hands in your lap and a demure smile on your face, you said yes. You would do anything for your team and the girls who were your second family at this point. Not disclosing the truth was an easy thing to do, and nobodyâs feelings would be sacrificed in the process.
It would also be a welcome distraction from the destruction of your last relationship. The back and forth with Jake proved to be too much on both your work and personal lives, 7 months of happiness leading to a slow and bitter end.
Maybe a cute boy with no attachments and some light flirting could be a nice way to bounce back into the game. Then, when a real relationship would be possible for you again, youâd be ready.
You nod and take another sip of your drink, the alcohol leaving a burning aftertaste in your throat. âHe is,â you agree. âHeâs terrible at time management, though, clearly.â
Yujin rolls her eyes and continues scrolling. âTake off your micromanaging hat tonight, babe. Have fun. Kiss your new fake beau.â
âSay it louder,â you chide, lips on the rim of your glass again. The drink was taking the edge off of your nerves, but you still couldnât shake the desire to make sure things went perfectly.
For both work and personal reasons, you need this to go off without a hitch.
A second later, your phone buzzes on the top of the bar. Sunghoonâs face lights up your screen, along with his message.
[Received at 10:46 PM]: Walking in with Jungwon. U?
You internally roll your eyes at the cryptic text. Jake was so good at making his messages personable, and although you could put a dagger in him for breaking your heart, the least you can do is recognize that was one of his better qualities.
You just hope Sunghoon is better in person than he is on the page. Or phone, so to speak.
[Sent at 10:48]: By the bar with Yujin.
Sunghoon saunters through the clubâs double doors, the notorious half of Into Eden smiling ear to ear with his friend Jungwon in tow. Your ex Jake and Jungwon hung in similar circles due to their statuses as popular actors, but Jungwon was always nice when you ran into him.
He greets you with a smile but stops short when he sees your best friend, his cheeks turning a red hue. âSorry, youâre just even more beautiful in person.â
As Yujin stutters over her next words, sharing a similar blush with the man in front of her, Sunghoon saunters over to your side and grins. As you look closer at him, you can discern the pink around his irises and the flimsy edges of his smile.
Heâs high. So much rides on his cooperation on this plan and heâs fucking high?
âPark Sunghoon, pleased to meet you.â He gives your hand a sloppy kiss when your fingers link together in a handshake, and you retract immediately. Sunghoon pays no mind to your distaste, immediately ordering a beer and downing it the second it slides across the bar.
âDo you think you should be mixing alcohol withâŠwhateverâs in your system?â
âNothing I canât handle.â Sunghoon winks at you and scoots closer on his barstool to you, tracing the skin of your thighs with his eyes. âI think this is the part where we dance?â
You scoff and down whatâs left of your martini. You flag the bartender down for another, incredulous but trying to mask your anger with another drink. âMaybe we should get to know each other first?â
âWhatâs there to know? Jay gave me all the cliffnotes this morning. And we can just learn as we go, you know?â
A part of you wants to run into this without a roadmap, but itâs not in your nature. And it would be a lot easier to let yourself relax if you knew you were walking into this plan with a person as serious as you are about it.
But no, you get a stoned rockstar as your new âboyfriendâ instead.
The bartender hands you your second martini, and you hop off the barstool with it in your hand. You take a light sip before you motion to the dance floor. âLetâs go.â
You have a tight grasp on the stem of your glass as Sunghoon takes your free hand to walk towards the dance floor. You notice Yujin and Jungwon dancing in a far corner together, the two of them hitting it off incredibly well.
Your hips sway to the song, your body trying to follow the music thatâs thumping loudly through the speakers. Itâs a remix you donât recognize, but you enjoy it nonetheless. You smile as the pulse of the song thrums through your veins, your nerves at their lowest since arriving at the club.
What you donât expect is for Sunghoonâs hands to settle on your hips, pulling you closer to fall into rhythm together. He moves well considering his prowess lies in rock rather than pop.
âYouâre a pretty good dancer for a bassist,â you tease.
âI have a lot of talents,â he remarks back, the club lights gleaming across his face in purple and pink strobes.
He looks better in person than in all the interviews and tabloids you read prior to meeting him tonight. In your efforts to gain intel for the meetup, you couldnât deny how well he cleaned up, even when he acted poorly.
The slosh of your drink makes you stop dancing for a second, and you laugh. âProbably shouldnât have brought this on theââ
Sunghoon captures your lips in a searing kiss. The taste of ale lingers on your tongue the longer both of your mouths are linked. He is a good kisser, no doubt, but where does he get off assuming you wanted him to? All you had to show for tonight so far was some small conversation. Is that his typical green light to dive straight into making out?Â
You immediately push him off, the contents of your martini glass spilling on him in the process. âWhat the hell?â Sunghoon asks, touching his jacket and feeling the leather soaked in sugary liquor.
Youâre stunned at how brash yet nonchalant he is about what he just did, caring more for his clothes than your personal space that he just invaded.Â
âYouâre such a bastard,â you whisper loud enough for only Sunghoon to hear, his eyes immediately widening at your words. You walk away from him stunned and drop the glass on the counter where you were initially sitting. Not wanting to take Yujin away from her success of a night, you run outside to a handful of cameras flashing and your failure coating your skin.
Late into the next morning, you sip a hefty cup of tea for breakfast as you scroll through your latest mentions. The socials are blowing up from your recent outing with Yujin, Jungwon, and Sunghoon. You half expected to wake up to the ending of your career, but to your relief, the event was nothing short of a success.
Despite your embarrassment on the drive home and sadness before bed last night, your followers and many of Into Edenâs fans seem to have taken the bait. Some took shots of you exiting the nightclub, Sunghoon following shortly behind with a smile on his face. They also edited short clips of the two of you on the dance floor. Incredibly, none of them caught your mishap with your martini on video.
Better yet, they found the prospect of you and Sunghoon not just exciting but fitting somehow.
@edenenthusiast: hope she can whip him back into shape, miss the old hoon.
@sunghoonsluv71: sad heâs off the market but theyâre actually cute together???Â
@prismshearts_09: she looks so happy!! suck it @jaeyun_sim.
In the next second, your phone blows up from a mention on Sunghoonâs most recent story. Your handle is hidden in a far corner of the black screen but the words plastered across the screen say everything they need to.
âLove at first spill? đžđâ
All of your band members and Momo light up your group chat with their excitement. In the chaos of the chat, you thumb-up a text from Yujin about Jungwon giving her his number.
Then, a single text pops up from Sunghoon that makes your glee transform into anxiety.
[Received at 11:52 AM]: Lunch on me? :/
You feel a part of your chest flutter. Thereâs a hope that maybe in the light of day youâll get a chance to see the real Sunghoon. No drugs, no cameras, no need to impress. Maybe if heâs away from the attention, heâll realize you deserve an apology for his actions.
[Sent at 11:56 AM]: Lunch and dinner or get lost.
You see the quick succession of bubbles following your text, his response hot on the heels of your last message that he reacts to with a laughing emoji.
[Received at 11:58] I think I can handle that.
You sit across from Sunghoon on the balcony of his apartment, two BLTs cooked to perfection on the patio table in front of you. He kept to his word, laying a spread of food out for you in exchange for your time.
You quirk an eyebrow. âDid you make these yourself?â You ask.
Sunghoon shakes his head, bashful. âJay helped me. Not only is he a great manager, but heâs actually an amazing cook.â
You nod and smile, grabbing a bite as Sunghoonâs blush and your quiet chewing fills the silence.
âI wanted to say that yesterday got out of hand, and I shouldnât have gotten wasted before meeting you. It was unprofessional, and I apologize.â
 You tap your fingers on the wicker table, your gut warning you to be cautious. âDid Jay tell you to say that?â
Sunghoon stutters on whatever words he planned to say next and quickly runs a hand through his hair. âI mean it, what difference does it make? I really am sorry, okay?â
You roll your eyes. âSo youâre apologizing using someone elseâs script? Thatâs supposed to make me believe you?â
Sunghoon scoffs and presses his palms to the table. âYouâre fucking impossible, you know that?â
âIâm impossible because you got loaded and decided to stick your tongue down my throat? Oh, and I bet the next words out of your mouth were going to be how stubborn I am because I expected you to actually want to make up for how shit you acted last night.â
âWow. Are you just mad because you didnât expect to like me kissing you that much?â Sunghoon says his question with a pestering but sultry tone, the words completely rhetorical.
You huff and make your exit from the table. âFuck this, I should never have come.â
Before you can walk away from the balcony, Sunghoon takes your wrist in his hand. His eyes express his frustration, his mouth in a grim line. âDon't leave, please. Can we just pretend that the last twelve hours never happened? Start from scratch. We both know we need each other here.â
You take a deep breath and cross your arms, walking back to your side of the table with a stone expression. âI think itâs a good idea to create some rules forâŠthis arrangement.â
Sunghoon stares you down, still irritated but agreeable. âIâm all ears.â
âFirst and foremost,â you start, âwhenever weâre scheduled to meet, no drugs. Do it in your spare time.â
Sunghoon nods. âThatâs fair.â
âSecond, no PDA unless thereâs people around that need to notice it. And we have to agree on it before either one of us initiates anything.â
âWhat,â Sunghoon laughs, âlike a secret bat signal?â
âSure Batman,â you jest. Does he have to joke every time he decides to speak? Against your better judgment, a small piece of you finds it endearing.
He ponders the thought and then taps two fingers to the side of his neck. âHowâs that?â
âFine,â you agree. âDo you have any other rules you think we should add?â
The word âweâ slips so easily from your tongue. In spite of the way he stirs up every ounce of frustration inside of you, already you see him on the same team as you. That has to be a good sign.
He rubs his index finger and thumb under his chin, half teasing but half reflecting on what he could add.
âOnly one more thing,â Sunghoon says. âWhen we donât have plans to spend time together, what we do in our private time is our business.â
You raise your hands. âNot a problem for me.â
Sunghoon reaches his hand across the table. âDeal?â
What the outcome of your arrangement will be besides the expected results remains up in the air. Whether it will reap what you want is really anyoneâs guess. But if it means you do your duties as a good bandmate, you will take whatever comes at you.
You grasp his fingers in yours, shaking them gingerly. âDeal.â
Into Edenâs most popular song âSalvationâ plays on the stereo speakers in the photography studio of Vogue magazineâs headquarters. The two men on set act incredibly comfortable, Heeseungâs arm wrapped around Sunghoonâs shoulder. The older musicianâs red hair is stark against the chosen clothing for the shoot, but he makes it work.
He always does, Sunghoon thinks with a repressed sigh. His hair is slicked back in contrast to Heeseungâs messy mop of wind-blown tresses, creating the contrast between the two that highlights the shootâs concept. TWO SOULS COLLIDE: THE LEADING MUSICIANS OF NEW AGE ROCK.
Sunghoon stays still for the next shot of him and Heeseung, but he canât help himself from following you with his eyes when you enter the studio with a bag of breakfast treats and a to-go tray of coffees.
He did not expect to see you show up to his photoshoot, and Jay didnât give him any warning for the event on his schedule being one you would share space with. Heâs not against it though. In the sea of gray suits and media lackeys, youâre a breath of fresh air. You have already taken his attention away from the mundane nature of the task heâs assigned to complete today.
He canât deny that Jayâs plan has already made shifts to his image in the public eye. Itâs only been a week of public paparazzi candids and social media mentions shared between his and your accounts, and fans are eating it up.
And, though he might never say it out loud, something about your presence levels him in a way Jayâs and Heeseungâs doesnât. He quantifies it to you also understanding the pressures of the music industry, the feeling of someone outside of his circle who can relate to him foreign but welcome. Your relationship may be manufactured, but he has to look at the positives itâs already created in his life.
Jay runs over to you with a bright smile. âYouâre an angel, thank you.â
You grin and take a breakfast sandwich from the bag to give to Sunghoonâs manager. âLeast I could do for a member of my boyfriendâs camp.â
Jay winks over the rim of his coffee cup and goes back to the photographerâs side, overseeing the shots with a bit of sausage sticking out of his mouth.
You give Sunghoon a slight wave and stay a few steps away from the large lights capturing the shadows and highlights on the menâs faces.
You havenât met Heeseung up to this point, so interacting with Sunghoonâs bandmate will add a new dimension to your ârelationship.â
In contrast with Sunghoon, Heeseung exudes seriousness in every movement. Youâre unsure if itâs because of his maturity or dedication to everything he does, similar to yourself, but it shows in the way the men stand next to each other. Where Sunghoon is fluid like water, transforming into whatever he needs to be, Heeseung is stoic and certain of himself, solid like a stone.
You wonder how such different people managed to be friends and bandmates. Then again, youâre in a group with four other girls, and your personalities are anything but similar.
âAlright, I think itâs time for individual shots. Mr. Park, weâll do yours first!â
Heeseung runs to his chair in front of the vanity. Itâs set up in a corner of the room for retouching his and Sunghoonâs hair and makeup. He beckons you over with a polite smile, and you oblige the silent request.
âSorry I havenât been able to greet you since you came in. You know how it is,â Heeseungâs lips turn up at the corners as his makeup artist dabs at his forehead with a clean powder puff. âIâm Lee Heeseung.â
You respond with your name and shake his hand, your nerves spiking. You expected Heeseung to be both attractive and polite, but itâs another level in person compared to his media appearances.
âHave you always been interested in music?â You ask.
Heeseung nods, still smiling. âSince I was old enough to hold a guitar. Both of us, actually. I donât know if Hoon told you, but he was the one that started the band.â
Your eyes widen in surprise. âNo, he didnât say anything at all. He doesnât really talk about his work. Neither of us do.â
Heeseung laughs. âYeah. Heâs a closed book a lot of the time. But heâs got a great soul, he just doesnât let a lot of people see it.â
You look down at your shoes, smiling. âIâd offer you a bagel, but I think the team would kill me if I let you mess up your makeup.â
Heeseung releases another chuckle. âSave it for Hoon, then. Make it a little lunch date.â When the photographerâs assistant calls for Heeseung, he winks at you and leaps off of the chair.
Sunghoon finds you in the next second, smiling warmly before taking the bag of food from your hands. âPlease tell me there's an everything bagel in here.â
You nod. âWith extra cream cheese.â
He beckons you to the free armchairs on the opposite side of the makeshift vanities. You sit down across from him and find your croissant in the bag, ready to eat it whole at this point.
âYou couldâve eaten before I finished. You didnât have to wait for me.â
You shrug and bite into your food. âForce of habit. I always make sure the girls eat before I do.â
He nods and takes a chunk out of his own bagel. âLike a good leader. I knew Jay liked you for a reason.â
You scoff, practically choking on the egg and cheese in the croissant. âSays the guy who started this whole thing. You didnât tell me you were the one who made Into Eden.â
Sunghoon shrugs, his mood shifting. âIt never came up. Besides, Heeseung took the proverbial role of leader a long time ago, anyway.â
You shake your head, picking at your food. âI bet everyone would give you more of a lead if you proved you could handle the responsibility.â
 Sunghoon is taken aback, thereâs no doubt about that. When has he not been serious and responsible about his commitment to the band, save for the past year?
Sure, he hasnât made great decisions recently, especially with his newâŠhabit, simply put. But heâs never stopped caring, no matter how the tabloids turned on him or Heeseung overshadowed him when he began to fall short.
Maybe he needs to put some good will back in, even if he feels justified for being jaded at this point in his career.
Wanting to turn the tide of the conversation, Sunghoon spots a random guitar in the studio and grabs it eagerly. He sits back down with a newfound interest, plucking the strings to ensure itâs in tune.
You laugh and stuff the crumb-filled wrapper in the bag. âAvoiding the subject, I see.â
âHey,â Sunghoon defends himself. âWhen I see a guitar, itâs only natural to play it.â He strums a few chords, satisfied. âHave any requests?â
You lift your shoulders, intrigued.
Sunghoon begins playing the opening strings of Oasisâs âChampagne Supernova.â Itâs a bittersweet song, one with a beautiful instrumental but somber lyrics. Seems fitting for the man playing it somehow.
He begins to sing the first lines, the fried timbre of his vocals lulling you into a state of relaxation. By the introduction of the first chorus, youâre singing along with him, matching his tone with your saccharine harmonies.Â
It makes the crowd around you pause to look on for a moment, mesmerized at two stars seeming to shine at the same second. They must resign it to fate, two talents coming together in music and love, unaware of the reality of your situation.
Or maybe, they see the shades of something blossoming that you and Sunghoon have yet to recognize yourselves.
You flip through the newest issue of Vogue, excited to read Sunghoonâs part of the interview. It takes a handful of turns before you make it to the spread, the interview intertwined with shots of Heeseung and Sunghoon clad in V-necks and leather jeans. Their outfits coincide with the grunge aesthetic. You flip through the discussion about their newest album, âUnder the Sun,â until one specific segment catches your eye.
VOGUE: So, itâs safe to assume this new album is about dedication, or the commitment, to oneâs desires. It shows in your new single off this album, âAll For You,â as you said Heeseung, but how do you feel about it Sunghoon?
PSH: I agree with Hee a hundred percent. Sometimes you donât realize how devoted you are to something or someone until youâre caught in the middle of it. And sometimes that can be beautiful and intoxicating, a reason to go on that keeps you alive in so many ways.
VOGUE: I sense something or someone on your mind besides the album.
PSH: You could say that.
You left hours before the boys began their interview. It couldâve been a million things on his mind when the writer made note of his reaction, but you know the online forums and fandoms must be exploding over the snippet.
âWhatcha reading?â Ningning asks. She walks into your kitchen, looking for a cup to fill with ice water. She may live a few apartments down, but she never fails to use her status as the youngest to barge in whenever she wants.
You show her the front cover when she turns her head back in your direction. âHis new article just came out.â
âAny mentions of his new love affair?â She wiggles her eyebrows and you threaten to throw the magazine at her head.
âDrop it already, Ning! Itâs not real anyway.â
âCome on. The guy is cute, youâre cute, have some fun with it!â
âI would if he didnât have so many walls up.â
âLike you donât?â Ningning tests the waters, the air suddenly thick with tension. âYouâre always so serious. You know we love you, but you never let yourself loosen up.â
You sigh and drop the magazine on the counter. âThereâs a lot of responsibilities on the line. I canât just shuck them whenever I want.â
âThat doesnât mean you have to worry every second about them, or about us. Let go sometimes, babe.â
Before you can respond, your doorbell rings. Youâre both surprised, not expecting anyone to show up today, but you answer the door anyway.Â
Sunghoon stands before the threshold with a bag of takeout and a shy smile. His eyes are not bloodshot, his outfit looks purposefully put together, and his posture tells you heâs on a mission. âFigured since you brought food last time, I oughta return the favor.â
Ningning saunters up behind you with a smirk, arms still crossed. âSpeak of the devil.â
âEasy, thatâs not me,â he jokes. âProbably more of an associate.â
Ningning laughs and takes the cue to exit the apartment. âHave fun, you two, but not too much fun!â
You press your hand to the back of your neck, the heat on your cheeks rising at an alarming rate. âDidnât know we were supposed to meet today.â
âWe werenât,â he admits.
A corner of your mouth quirks up. âI thought whatever we did in our private time was our business. Youâre using the space in your schedule to hang out with me?â
âDonât flatter yourself.â Sunghoon bops you on the nose with his index finger and drops the bag of takeout on the counter. âI didnât know what youâd like so I got a little bit of everything. Wontons, crab rangoons, egg rollsâŠI guess I kinda went overboard, didnât I?â
You shake your head, the other part of your mouth turning up until your face cracks into a full-blown smile. The uncertainty on his face, the wind-swept hairdo covering a part of his eyes, the rapid motions of his hands taking the containers of food out of the bag.
In any other circumstance, you would consider this an awkward but real first date. And because your heart is not functioning in tandem with your head, you feel the flutters in your stomach all the same. âIâll eat whatever you brought.â
The sun sets into the clouds surrounding the apartment complexes near yours, the high-rise bathed in orange and yellow hues from the day coming to a close. Your stomach is still overwhelmingly full from the food Sunghoon brought over, but youâre in a comfortable space as you both sit on your couch together watching another episode of New Girl.
âCan I ask you something?â
Sunghoon turns to you, his smile not meeting his eyes. ââS a free country. But I get to ask you one also. Quid pro quo and all that.â
You ponder how to word your next sentence, not wanting to cross an unspoken boundary. âWhy did you start using drugs?â
He sighs, rubbing the palms of his hands on his jeans. âHonestly, I didnât know the reason until I stopped taking them a few weeks agoâŠwhen we started this thing. It helped to take the edge off of things, off of me always worrying about how I was measuring up to Hee. And then they just helped with everything else, until they didnât.â
Your heart aches at his answer, the explanation one you did not expect to be so in-depth. Like most starlets and singers at your age, it just seemed to be around and available to take whenever you wanted. Not that you or any of the girls in PrismHeart partook, but it was still there.
You didnât realize that his proclivity started from a place of genuine need for something else. Anything else, if it meant he could escape.
 âMy turn,â Sunghoon says, turning his full attention to you on the couch. âWhy do you never let yourself relax?â
His question and Ningningâs words haunt the deep recesses of your brain in an instant, the unspoken fears inside of you coming to a head as you try to create an answer. âBeing able to sing professionally has been something Iâve wanted for as long as I can remember. I guess somewhere deep inside Iâm worried if I donât take it seriously, Iâll lose it forever.â
Sunghoon ruminates on your answer before he traces the outline of your hand with his fingers, the touch setting off sparks on your skin. âWeâre more alike than I thought.â
You laugh and throw the pillow under your back at him. âWhat? Itâs not like Iâm a robot or something.â
He chuckles and stands up from the couch. âOkay, well, either way, we need to liven the mood again.â Sunghoon scrolls through a playlist on his phone and finds a song that immediately makes his face lighten up. âPerfect.â
He connects his phone to your Bluetooth speakers, the guitar riff of The Darknessâs âI Believe In A Thing Called Loveâ cutting through the silence from moments before.
âWhat the hell-â
âStop thinking for five minutes and dance with me or so help me God.â His eyebrows quirk up in an unspoken challenge, and before you can stop yourself and use your logical brain to think first and then decide, youâre up off of your feet with your best cockney accent to match the lead singerâs tone.
You may be off key and breathless, and Sunghoon may look ridiculous as he riffs on an air-guitar, but itâs the first night in years where youâve truly felt free. No obligations or restrictions are there to stop you from doing what you please.
That night when you go to sleep, you save the ridiculous song to your Apple Music account and think about Sunghoonâs smile before shutting your eyes.
The flash of cameras is nothing new, especially on a red carpet. What adds a unique dynamic to the situation is Sunghoon standing by. He watches you pose for the cameras, the press doting over you for a shot of your outfit and presence at Into Edenâs album launch party.
His eyes on you burn brighter than the lights strung across the space. You blush to yourself and keep smiling for the multitudes of paparazzi. The next minute, Sunghoon puts a hand on the small of your back gently to lead you in the direction of the club a dozen feet or so away.
âSunghoon, one picture! Just one!â
You turn your eyes to him and press two fingers to your neck, feigning it off as nervousness in front of the public. Sunghoon smirks and pulls you into his chest, letting the vultures beg for more as he holds you close.
He puts a hand up to say goodbye and walks away with you, palms intertwined. Even as you enter the club, seeing Heeseung and his girlfriend Ryujin waiting for you both, Sunghoon doesnât let go.
âDo you want a drink?â Sunghoon asks, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand.
âNo thank you.â
âWho are you and what have you done to Sunghoon?â Ryujin asks, mystified at his newfound etiquette.
âHeâs still around, Ryu. Just trying to be on his best behavior for once.â Sunghoon ruffles her hair before walking away to greet Jay at the bar riddled with executives.
She huffs and fixes the flyaways Sunghoon caused, but smiles at you when sheâs done. âWhatever youâre doing to him, keep it up. I havenât seen him this way in forever.â
Clearly Ryujinâs not aware of the circumstances of yours and Sunghoonâs relationship, but something has changed in him both in and out of the public eye. Many posts and headlines showcased your numerous outings and discreet meetups in the weeks youâve spent together. However, there were more moments shared between you that the public had no insight on.
Nights in the recording studio, rehearsals for PrismHeart that turned into goofing off between the both of you, and rides on his motorcycle that almost made your head spin.
Itâs hard to tell now where the truth stops and the lies begin, and vice versa. How can you tell yourself the smiles that he gives you arenât genuine? How do you respond to Ryujin without feeling like your answers are coming from the depths of your heart?
âBabe, thereâs that director! Letâs go say hi!â Ryujin runs over to the eponymous man with her hand tightly wrapped around Heeseungâs. He smiles apologetically before being stolen away.
You wait for Sunghoon to come back, but not before you witness Yujin and Jungwon linked arm in arm, followed by the last two people you expected to show up tonight.
Jakeâs hair is newly dyed, the ash blond of his hair striking under the lights of the club. He doesnât notice you, only shakes hands with Jungwon and continues on his path to the bar. His date and Sunghoonâs ex Yeji has her body wrapped tightly around his, even as they walk through the crowds of people.
Itâs been months since you last saw him, and in spite of your desire to stay and show your pride for Sunghoon and his newest album, you want nothing more than to run out of the club and never come back. Your heartbeat quickens, the thumps of it rattling your chest with no guarantees itâll calm down.
Like a magnet, Sunghoon is by your side immediately and looking into your eyes with concern. âWhatâs wrong?â
âJakeâs here. Yejiâs with him.â
Sunghoon scans the crowd and lands on the two at the bar. Jake catches the younger manâs eyes and lifts his drink in congratulations, a smug smirk on his face.
Before he can walk over to the idiotâs spot, you hold onto his arm tightly to stop him. âHeâs not worth it, Hoon. Trust me.â
Sunghoon knew enough of your history with the C-list actor from your own admissions and your friendâs anecdotes to want to kick the guyâs teeth in. Jake didnât just make it harder for you to make your relationship a priority in your life, but he made every issue between the two of you your fault somehow.
And as far as Sunghoon could tell, no-one could be more devoted to the things that mattered to them than you.
âWhy the fuck would he show up here?â Sunghoon asks nobody in particular, still fuming at the manâs audacity and his effect on your wellbeing. âThe least I can do is show him the door.â
âNo, please.â You grip onto the lapels of Sunghoonâs suit jacket, emphasizing your need to have him close. If he leaves you, you might fall apart. âDance with me?â
Sunghoonâs anger transforms, lightly scoffing at your request with a soft smile to follow. âI donât think this song is good to dance to, love.â
The term of endearment makes your knees weak, the word on his lips making your fingers tremble against the fabric of his jacket. Yes, the remix of one of Into Edenâs new songs âNo Doubtâ is more suited for a mosh pit than a couple wanting to dance, but you donât care. âDance with me anyway.â
You lead him to the center of the club. Both your worlds look on as you hold him close and try to match the rhythm of the remix. Itâs a pointless endeavor, the beat changing right when you think youâve mastered it. Your attempts to follow make Sunghoon smile. âIf it helps, Iâm not a big fan of this version of the song. Glad itâs just a B side track.â
You roll your eyes and grin. You rest your head on his chest, deciding to sway softly instead of thinking about the music pumping or the strangersâ passing glances.
âI think weâre breaking rule number two, love,â Sunghoon whispers into the crown of your head.
You move to stare up at him, running two fingers to the side of his neck exposed over the collar of his shirt. âI donât mind if you donât.â
In the haze of blinding lights and blank faces, Sunghoonâs is the only one that matters as he bends down and presses your lips to his.
In contrast to the first kiss you ever shared, this one is not entwined with alcohol or unwelcome shock. Itâs ingrained with weeks worth of tension and words that you could not read before, the lines between your agreement now crystal clear.Â
You gladly accept his mouth on yours, your body on fire when his tongue touches the roof of your mouth. His hands slip down to the curve of your hips, squeezing the skin through the confines of your clothes.
The sounds of shuttering cameras and surprised voices intercut with the music are of no priority to you. All that matters is that this kiss never ends. That the feelings youâve been harboring never have to be concealed again.
Sunghoon walks into Jayâs office with a heavy heart, unsure how to present the situation he will unfold to his manager. Heâs been ducking your calls and texts, unsure how to go about his next moves before discussing his predicament with the person he trusts the most in this world, save for Heeseung.
âI could kiss you!â Jay says when he sees Sunghoon walk in, pointing at him with pure glee.
âPlease donât,â Sunghoon responds.
 âStreams of âAll for Youâ hit an all-time peak last night, the projected numbers are predicting this record to be your best selling one since the first album, and youâre a golden boy in the press again!â Relief washes over Jayâs face, the success of his plan evident in the easy posture of his body. âNot gonna say Iâm a god, but I'm definitely a genius.â
Sunghoon claps his hands together, giving his manager the praise he deserves. âThatâs great, Jay. Really.â
âYou should be happy, man! Weâre on the straight and narrow again. Now I just have to come up with some sweet and easy way to end the whole thing and weâre good to go.â
Sunghoon wants to interject, but Jay continues on with his thoughts, letting them run free out loud. âIt should be pretty easy. Just gotta find another event to have you guys attend and then weâll pull the plugââ
âJay, I canât.â Sunghoon blurts out the three words that have been on his mind since he walked into the labelâs building. His heart rests in his throat as he holds nothing back. âI like her. Really.â
Jay stops walking around the room and stuffs his hands in his pockets. He blows the hair in front of his face, puzzled. âWell, thatâs a pickle.â
âI didnât mean for it to go this far,â Sunghoon admits, because itâs the truth. He never intended on actually finding you endearing, funny, attractive, all the positive adjectives he can come up with in his mind. âAnd then the album party happenedâŠand I just canât.â
Jay sits down at his desk, his face becoming a mask of professionalism. âYou know thatâs not possible, Sunghoon. I mean, think about it. She has her band, you have yours. It would be a disaster trying to keep it up. The only reason Hee and Ryu are still together is because she isnât involved in any of this shit.â
Sunghoon shakes his head, vaguely listening to his managerâs words but not giving them weight. âYou donât know her like I do.â
Jay shrugs. âYou may be right. But you could barely handle a relationship, real or fake, when this started. Do you think a real one is manageable right now?â
Sunghoon leans back into the armchair, some of his managerâs words hitting too close to home to deny. Would he truly be able to keep a true relationship with you alive when he was always under public pressure and eventual scrutiny?
Sunghoon walks out of the office with more questions than answers, more unsure than he was before.
You sit in your bed, undecided on whether you should try to text Sunghoon again or not. The downpour outside reminds you of the onslaught of emotions pooling in your gut, a mixture of hurt and anxiety weighing heavy on your heart.
He kisses you because you both wanted him to and then he decides to leave you without a single word for days? What kind of sense does that make?
Yujin and Ningning want to cut his heart out with a rusty knife, but you assure them youâre as confused as he probably is, unsure where to go from this point forward.
If only he could give you some signal heâs still alive, you would feel more at ease.
A knock at your door makes you run to answer it, expecting Ningning to show up with Sour Patch Kids and the newest film on your To Be Watched list. âNing, you better have âBend It Like Beckhamâ in your hand or youâre not coming in!â
You open the door to Sunghoon soaked through from the rain. âSorry I came empty handed.â Sunghoon trails his eyes down your body, smirking at the Hello Kitty pattern of your cotton shirt and shorts. âNice outfit.â
You shake your head, incredulous that heâs at your door without any word to warn you. âWhat are you doing here?â
âI had to see you,â he says honestly. He walks through the door and makes you back into the hallway wall. His wet body traps you against him and the walkway. âI havenât been able to stop thinking about you.â
You give him a lopsided grin. âYou have a funny way of showing it.â
He chuckles, swiping his wet hair off his face. âI know, Iâm an idiot.â
âAnd a jerk.â
âAnd a jerk,â he parrots, eyes full of sincerity. âBut I want to be better for you. I want to be worthy of being yours.â
The confession makes your body buckle. The breath that was still in your lungs escapes in one gust from your lips. How can he think he isnât worth it after all the vulnerability heâs shown you? âYou already are, Hoon.â
He places his hands on either side of your face tenderly, his mouth inching closer. âYouâre impossible, you know that?â
You mirror his expression, covering his hands with your own. âI might have been told that once or twice.â
His lips collide with yours, the action soft but the emotions charged behind the kiss heavy. Where that kiss in the nightclub was chaste compared to this one, you can only imagine how the rest of the night will play out.
Sunghoon discards his jacket onto the floor, your hands automatically sliding across his damp shoulder blades. Your touch makes him shudder, a moan escaping his throat. âYouâre so warm.â
You smirk. âMy bedâs warmer.â
The tangle of clothes and tongues leads to your position in his lap on your bed, the comforter discarded somewhere in the rush to get him to sit down and hold you closer.
Your body writhes against his, his pants the only thing left that heâs wearing. He holds you tighter against him, groaning against your lips. âFuck, are you trying to get me to come already?â
You blush and kiss his neck. âWasnât my intention, but I donât mind.â
Sunghoon chuckles. He flips you onto your back on the mattress, taking your bra off to reveal your breasts. Your nipples perk up once the air hits your skin, and Sunghoon canât fight the groan that escapes his lips. âYouâre fucking beautiful. I could stare at your tits all day.â
Most compliments make you feel like the person giving them is obligated to, not because itâs true. But when you hear such explicit thoughts leave Sunghoonâs mouth, you believe every word he says.
He covers your body with his own, taking one nipple into his mouth as he kneads the neglected breast with one hand. Expertly, he uses his other hand to slide into your underwear, finding your clit in record time.
He swirls his index and middle finger around the bud, using your essence that has already pooled in your panties as lubricant.
You mewl, grasping Sunghoonâs hair in your fingers for purchase on something, anything. âFuck, that feels good.â
Sunghoon releases your nipple with a pop, his mouth trailing up the valley of your breasts to stop at your lips. âIâm not done yet, darling.â
Suddenly, he has both hands pulling your underwear down your legs, leaving the fabric dangling on the curve of your ankle. He wastes no time settling his face at the apex of your thighs.
He kisses your clit, making your body buck into his face at the quick act. By the time his tongue is inside of you, prodding deliciously at your walls, youâre practically at the brink of an orgasm.
âYou like that?â Sunghoon asks, his voice wicked against your pussy, the vibrations of his mouth reverberating against your skin. âLike how I stretch you open, love?â
You nod vigorously. âYes, Hoon, you know I do.â
He licks a long stripe up your center, from your perineum to the hood of your clit. âI have to be inside you right now, darling. But I promise, Iâll make you come on my tongue later.â
You clench down on nothing, eager to have his body conjoined with yours. He takes his jeans and boxers off in one motion, his cock long and thick. You want nothing more than to take him in your mouth, feel the taste of him on your lips, but youâre too excited for whatâs to come when you look in his devilish eyes.
He settles on top of you once again, certain heâs prepped you enough for him to enter you. He looks into your eyes for confirmation, and you kiss his lips to emphasize your eagerness.
He slips inside without issue, his girth stretching you more than his tongue did. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, a curse flying from your mouth when he fills you completely.
âThatâs it, baby,â he says, his voice anchored to the skin of your neck. He can practically see the outline of himself on your lower belly protruding through the skin. âFeel all of me.â
His hips push himself in and out of you, his tempo slow and torturous. The rational part of you thinks heâs only doing this for your comfort, but you know him better than most deductions of logic.
 Sunghoon knows you want him to go faster from the feeling of your nails digging into his back and your moans in the shell of his ear. But because he loves to tease, heâll drag this out for as long as he can.
Until he hears you beg for more, that is. And you donât mind groveling for what you want.
âHoonie,â you plead, trying hard to meet his hips with your own for more force. âPlease fuck me harder.â
Sunghoon kisses your forehead before saying, âFlip over for me, love. All fours.â
You do as he commands. Once youâre in an acceptable position, he slams himself inside of you.
The tempo barely compares to the previous one, giving you no time to do anything but relish in the pistoning of his hips as they make contact with yours. He smacks your ass for good measure, a moan escaping from your lips as he rubs the reddening skin.
âYou wanted this,â He reminds you, smacking your other cheek harder as he drills himself in and out of you without any sense of stopping. âWanted me to ruin you like a good little doll.â
âYes, yes, please donât stop,â you beg, stuffing your face into your pillow.
âNone of that, my love.â He takes your hair into a makeshift ponytail to raise your head from the bed. âWant everyone to hear how good you feel, how well youâre being fucked. And I want them to know how beautiful you sound when you come.â
Youâre limp by the time your orgasm rushes through you, your body wrecked to no end as youâre bathed in ecstasy.
âHoly shit,â you mewl, still feeling the aftershocks.
Sunghoon continues on with his relentless attention, his speed not letting up. He moves you against him and vice versa as he pleases, seeing the white coating of your essence on his cock as it disappears inside of you.
âFuck, baby, where do you want me to come?â He asks, unsure how much longer he can hold it in.
âInside of me, please.â
Donât have to tell him twice.
A groan rips from Sunghoonâs throat as he releases inside of you, knowing his entire load is painting you white. If only he could see it, see how much of him is a part of you now.
He runs his hands up and down your body when you both come down from your highs. He kisses the reddened skin of your backside as he drags a washcloth between your legs, making sure not to overstimulate you in the process of cleaning you up.
You stare at each other, both in lingering rapture as well as disbelief. He hums a song into your ear as your eyelids flutter closed, the gravel in his voice the perfect lullaby.
You wake up the next morning to Sunghoon playing the chorus of âWonderland,â PrismHeartâs first hit on the Top 100. You grin to yourself, holding the comforter close to your chest. âTrying to record that music video was such a pain.â
Sunghoon turns and smiles at your awoken form, putting the guitar against your side table. He takes you into his arms, kissing the top of your forehead. âHow so?â
âThey wanted us to do this themed shoot. White rabbits, decks of cards, me dressed as Alice. But every time the director tried filming the segment where we all went down the rabbit hole, it just kept going wrong.â You laugh and run your fingers across Sunghoonâs chest.
He chuckles and kisses your shoulder. âThey didnât think to try a different concept out?â
You shook your head. âWe all agreed on it. Besides, the story is actually one of the inspirations for the songs. I read a lot of Lewis Carroll growing up, but I always loved âAliceâs Adventures in Wonderlandâ the most.â
 Sunghoon runs his lips across your neck, his hand tracing circles into your waist. âA beautiful girl lost in her fantasies. Sounds nice,â he whispers, his breath creating delicious waves of heat across your skin.
It still doesnât feel real, having him so close and naked against you in your bed. It could be a dream, one action of your subconscious playing on your deepest desires. And if that were true, you wish you would never come out of it, too happy for words to express.
When Sunghoon slips under the covers and between your legs once again, you wonder if the faraway place that held your dreams could hold a space for Sunghoon too.
It only takes one weekend for your happiness to come crashing down. Whatever you and Sunghoon were building is destroyed, all in the span of seventy-two hours.
Sunghoon is helping you cook a plethora of pancakes when your front door opens in a slam. Yujin and Jungwon bust through with worried expressions.
âYou guys havenât seen it, have you?â Yujin asks, frown lines etched on the sides of her mouth. She hands you her phone, and you and Sunghoon look over the article headline on the screen.
ââINTO EDENâ & âHEARTPRISMâ CAUGHT IN DATING SCHEME? IS IT REAL OR JUST FOR SHOW? EXCLUSIVE INSIDER TELLS ALL!â
Sunghoon pulls out his phone to call Jay, stalking into your bedroom. The conversation immediately bursts into a screaming match, the sounds of Sunghoonâs anger apparent.
âI swear to God, Jay, if you donât find out whoever leaked this shit, Iâm gonna have your head on a plate right next to theirs.â
Yujin and Jungwon grow quiet. With the news shared, your friend hugs you and walks out the door with Jungwon in tow.Â
Sunghoon throws his phone onto your bed and walks back over to you, clearly worn out from the information he told Jay and the facts that were given to him by his manager.
You give him a close-lipped smile and envelop him into a hug. Sunghoon strokes your hair as you promise him, âIt can be fixed, Hoon, and it will.â
A few days and one interview later prove that in spite of your hopes, not all things are fixable.Â
Jay sets up a quick interview with Buzzfeed under the guise of discussing the new album. Everyone knows the sole reason for its existence is to quell the rumors of your false romance. It started that way, yes, but that doesnât mean you or Sunghoon have to divulge that information to the public.
Heeseung and Sunghoon discuss the inspiration for their songs and the creative process behind the album. And when the questions come up regarding the rumors, Sunghoon plays them off with a smile.
âIâm not desperate enough to need to fake a relationship with anyone! How stupid would I have to be to do that?â
The interviewer quirks an eyebrow. âAre you saying your girlfriend was desperate to date you?â
âAll Iâm saying is that she pursued me that night in the club, and I was more than happy to see where it would go. And as they say, the rest is history.â
Heeseung looks at Sunghoon with wild eyes, his face practically screaming: Thatâs the best answer you could come up with?
When Sunghoon comes to your door that night to explain himself and how his words got twisted after the fact, you open the door only to throw the jacket he left in your apartment in his face.
âDesperate,â you seethe. âThatâs the word you thought best described me, huh? So I guess Iâm also stupid enough to want to date you, too?â
âNo, I didnât say that! I didnât say any of those things!â
âSo the interviewer was lying? Just another person or thing out to get you, right Sunghoon? When will you take responsibility for once and own up to the shit you said about us, about me?â
The girls huddle behind you as the tears stream down your face. âJust leave me alone, Sunghoon. Get away from me, use this as the out you wanted since day one.â
You slam the door in his face, not bothering to address the fist that slams into your door or Sunghoonâs pleas for the two of you to work this out.
His heart shatters from the force of his mess, a mess that not another soul can be blamed for but him.
Weeks roll by into painful silence, not a single exchange shared. You blocked him on all social media in hopes to avoid taglines of your name in relation to Sunghoon, but itâs of no use. The time comes where the girls have to keep your phone away in hopes youâll stop searching online for comments related to the Buzzfeed article. âBabe, itâs not gonna do you any good,â Yujin sighs, powering off the device.
You nod, resigning yourself to the fact that whatever relationship you had is over, and there was no way to prevent it. You could not control or change Sunghoon anymore than he could change himself, and unfortunately, he was still in the process of doing so and shattered your heart in the quest to be a better man.
Sunghoon, on the other hand, tries everything to repair what heâs destroyed. He pleads with Jay to make contact through Momo, but his hands are tied. âShe doesnât want to talk to you, man. If I keep pestering Momo sheâs going to have my ass, and not in a fun way. Iâm sorry.â
The first few weeks of the tour comes and goes in a haze, Into Eden beginning their string of tour dates up and down the eastern coast of America. The only time Sunghoon is coherent enough to remember anything is in the mornings before he falls into another night of misery. He doesnât go back to his usual routine of drugs and booze, keeping his promise religiously. Instead, he goes on in a blur, playing his instrument and performing his parts of the songs without a hitch.
He may not be happy, but at least heâs doing something heâs always been meant to do.
One afternoon of rehearsals, Sunghoon decides to use his break time on the roof to his advantage. The sounds of the city, its car horns and speeding pedestrians, keep him sane for once in a long time.Â
Of course, Heeseung has to ruin the solitude with his presence. âSunwoo said Iâd find you up here.â
âSunwoo needs to learn to shut his mouth and focus on sound mixing,â Sunghoon grumbles, strumming the electric guitar in his lap and avoiding Heeseungâs gaze.
Heeseung sighs and sits next to his best friend. Both of their legs dangle over the edge of the building as they take in the birdâs eye view of New York City. âIf you want to fix things, you just have to tell her how you feel.â
âThanks, Yoda. Where would I be without you?â
Heeseung laughs at the young manâs ridiculous attitude, Sunghoonâs stubbornness unbroken since they became friends. âJust because you may not like my advice doesnât mean I wonât give it to you.â
âWhat nuggets of wisdom could Mr. Perfect give me that I havenât heard a thousand times over?â
âIs that what you think of me?â Heeseung runs a hand over his face, mystified at Sunghoonâs words. âI donât know where or when you got this notion in your head that my life is perfect, but itâs complete bullshit.â
âLook at you and look at me, Hee. Everyone has said it for years. How much more talented you are, how much better you handle the spotlight compared to me, the list goes on and on.â
Heeseung closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. âRyujin and I almost broke up last year.â
Sunghoon looks at his best friend, stunned. âFuck, really?â
His best friend nods. âThe last albumâs releaseâŠI was never home. Ryujin kept getting on my case about us not spending time together, and we took a break for a few weeks. Once I realized how dumb it was for us to be fighting in the first place, things went back to normal. Well, normal and one relationship counselor later.â Heeseung sighs. âJay kept it quiet from everyone, including you.â
âYou couldâve told me,â Sunghoon says, guilty he had no clue.
âI know. But everyone has their secrets, just like you.â Heeseung emits another breath from the depths of his lungs. âIâm glad you know now, though.â
Sunghoon nods. The reality of what heâs done, coupled with the fact heâs spent so long misunderstanding one of the only people to love him so earnestly, hits him hard. Against his will, a few tears escape his eyes. âI really fucked up, Hee.â
Heeseung takes Sunghoon by the shoulder and makes Sunghoon look him in the eyes. âThen fix it. And let me help you.â
Sunghoon smiles, his first real smile in weeks. âHow?â
Heeseung smirks. âI may not be as good at making plans as Jay, but I have a few ideas.â
The arena is alive with the sounds of the audience chanting and the instrumental intro to âAll for Youâ exploding from the main stage and stadium speakers. Sunghoon tries to brush off his sudden nerves, the gravity of what heâs about to do shaking him to the core. It could go terribly wrong or do nothing to fix his problems, but he has to try, right?
Heeseung puts his hand on Sunghoonâs back, his bandmate providing the reassurance and stable ground he needs. âYou got this, Hoon.â
The two men step on stage, the crowd screaming an octave higher when they take their instruments off their stands. Sunghoon raises a hand, motioning for the band to go quiet and the audience to silence their cheers.
âAs you know, a few months ago I met a person that really matters to me. I want her and all of you to know that she still does. And if sheâs listening somewhere tonight, she should know that this is for her.âÂ
Sunghoon begins playing the first chords of the song heâs written, nobody but Heeseung and the band aware of this change in the setlist. âThis isnât off of our new album, but I hope you all like it. Itâs called âLost in Wonderland.ââ
Sunghoon begins the song on his guitar, Heeseung following behind him with backing vocals and a bass. The audience sways to the song, enraptured by the lyrics and melodies of the two musicians. Sunghoon pours his heart into the chorus, hoping by some luck that youâll be able to hear this if nothing else.
âMaybe Iâll see you in Brooklyn, maybe Iâll see you in France. As long as the waves keep on rolling in. Things donât always go the way theyâre planned.
âMaybe Iâll see you in Jersey, maybe next year in Japan. Sometimes itâs so hard to find a friend, youâre the only one that just might understand.
âLost in wonderlandâŠâ
By the time the final chorus rings out, the notes of Sunghoonâs guitar flying through the air gracefully, Sunghoon feels a million times lighter. All he can hope for now is that his plea will reach you amidst the sea of screaming fans.
Sunghoon runs off the stage as soon as the band finishes playing their last song, unable to hold his composure any longer. What stops him short from running to the green room is your face riddled with tears.
Sunghoon is unsure what to do next. Hold you in his arms and not let go, the last time he saw you being too long for him to accept as reality? Or confess what he said on stage was only a fragment of what he holds in his heart?
You beat him to the punch, your words coming out practically on top of each other. âMomo booked me a red eye to get here in time. She said Heeseung told her something had happened to you before the concert andââ
âI love you,â Sunghoon interrupts, the three words and eight letters no longer able to be kept inside of him.
You smile, eyes puffy but shining. Before you can ask him if what he just said is true, he repeats it until the words go stale, but they donât. âI love you,â he says, âand Iâm so sorry I made you think I didnât.â
He runs to you immediately and kisses you with all the energy he has left in his body. The feeling of your mouth on his and your hands gripping tight onto his shirt fixes the part of him that broke the second you told him to get lost.
He knows heâll never let you go again, never take you for granted for another second, and always remind you how much of you is home to him now.
When you part, you ask him, âDid you really write that song for me?â
Sunghoon smirks. âEvery single line.â
You nod, running your thumb across his chin. âI love you, too.â
The resounding sound of the bustling audience leaving the venue and the crew packing up fills the background as you kiss Sunghoon again, making up for the time you lost, and preparing for all the times to come.
1 YEAR LATER
PrismHeartâs new album cover is plastered across the press wall. The red carpet is dyed neon pink to accentuate the colors of the title, âLove Language.â Itâs a fitting name for the project in your opinion, many of the songs directly inspired by your personal life.
Yujin fusses with Jungwonâs suit once theyâre away from the press wall, their matching ensembles making you smile. Theyâve been together for as long as you and Sunghoon have at this point. Sharing your songs and thoughts for the newest record has been easy thanks to a fellow member being stupidly in love like you.
Sunghoon steps onto the carpet for his round of paparazzi photos. His suit and jewelry are completely black except for the shirt he picked out that coordinates with your dress. It may be too pink for his taste, but heâd do anything to make you happy, and he knows how to stay on theme for a special occasion.
You add on a few brownie points in your mind for how incredible he looks, the suit emphasizing the contours of his body that you know too well by now.Â
When Sunghoonâs done with his pap walk, he has to hold himself back from running to you and kissing you hard on the mouth. His composure hangs by a thread through seeing the top of your chest accentuated by the sweetheart neckline of your bubblegum pink dress.
He holds you close and kisses you on the cheek, a halfway point between what he should do and what he wants to do to you, the audience around them be damned.
The audience in question goes crazy when his lips linger on your cheek, the candid shot perfect for the slew of tabloids that will come out tomorrow.
âYou look fucking incredible, just so you know,â Sunghoon whispers in your ear.
You smack him on the chest softly, beaming. âLanguage, Hoon!â
âHey, forgive me. Words of affirmation and all, yâknow. My love language.â He winks, and you chuckle into his chest.
âYou and your dad jokes. Youâre lucky I love you.â
âI am,â he confesses, taking a free lock of hair between his fingers. âVery lucky.â
Before you can tell him you feel the same, you hear the sound of your name on an interviewerâs lips. You walk hand in hand with Sunghoon to greet her before she begins her parade of commentary, both of you all smiles as you discuss your latest single.
The show must go on, the multitude of cameras and questions second nature by now. But with Sunghoonâs hand in yours and your heart completely his, you know that none of the fame will compare to the happiness that his love has brought to your life.
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Dogtooth
jack hughes x fem!reader
WARNING - SMUT!!! minors, DNI. 18+. oral!female receiving, face riding
summary: just a lil jack thot inspired by the song dogtooth by tyler, the creator
notes: this is just a repost of the little jack blurb i posted last night, i just wanted to reformat it so itâd fit in my masterlist better. but!! this is probably my favorite jack thing iâve ever written and iâm obsessed with this song so, hope you enjoy!! đ«¶đŒđ«¶đŒ
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dogtooth by tyler, the creator?? that song is soooooo jack coded.
itâs the right kind of cocky but also the perfect amount of loving his woman, which is exactly how i picture jack to be in a relationship.
heâs a pretty private guy, not enjoying being in the media too much and revealing a ton about his personal life. he hates media because he doesnât like the feeling of people assuming they know everything about him. but his girl? she knows everything about this man and he basks in the fact she knows him better than anyone else.
and when heâs down for someone? oh heâs down baddddd. i mean, pining level shit. he always wants to be around her. always calling her. always texting her. he just wants her attention 24/7, no matter what he has to do to get it.
he loves to pleasure his girl. and thatâs it, really. he loves any second he can spend making her feel good, any way she wants. he doesnât even care about the reciprocation (though he does love when she returns the favor) because knowing heâs the one to satisfy her needs is enough to put him on cloud nine all by itself.
and the second jack hears this song for the first time? oh heâs got big plans for it. (and you)
youâd be sitting on the couch, waiting on jack to get home from a mid-day skate. he sent you a text telling you he was leaving the rink around thirty minutes ago, expecting him to walk through the door any second.
no sooner than the thought entered your mind, you heard the lock click, signaling his arrival. calling out a greeting, youâre met with silence. you turn your body to see why heâs ignoring you, noticing the small white ear buds stuck in each ear.
he sets his bag down at the door, no doubt filled with his sweat soiled clothes he wants you to wash. waiting on him to look up and acknowledge you, you lay your head on the plush cushions resting against the back of the couch. you watch him, never missing an opportunity to admire how pretty he is.
finally, he looks up and meets your gaze, smiling at your love-filled eyes. he pops one headphone out while walking towards you, rolling it around in his hand.
âhey, sweets,â he leans down to place a small kiss on your waiting lips.
you savor the taste of his lips, always loving their soft feel.
âtried to say hi when you walked in, but guess you couldnât hear me,â you gesture to the one earbud still lodged in one of his ears.
he gives you a small, apologetic look. âsorry, found a new song i really like. think you will too, actually. made me think about you.â
grabbing his phone from his pocket with his free hand, the one thatâs holding the small bluetooth device brushes your hair away from your own ear, comfortably resting the earbud there.
âhereâs the thing thoughâŠ.i want you to ride my face while we listen,â he just casually tells you, not even looking up at your face, still fiddling with his phone.
you perk up, surprised at his casualness. âi- what?â
âyou heard me, before i press play i want you to ride my face.â
said face in question is dead serious, not an ounce of mischief to be found.
âyouâŠliterally just walked through the front door. what happened to asking each other about our days? or discussing what weâre gonna eat for dinner?â you ask him, not knowing how to react to the sudden proposal.
he rolls his eyes playfully. âis this your way of telling me you donât want to? because you donât have to. just think itâd really add to the experience, sâallâ he shrugs.
you still donât know how to react to the pure casualness of it all. by the way heâs acting youâd think heâs suggesting watching a movie, not having you ride his face in the middle of the living room.
âi didnât say i didnât want to. itâs just a little wild for that to be one of the first things out of your mouth when you get home.â
jack snickers at your words, walking around the large sectional to occupy the spot next to you.
ânot really. not for me, at least. been thinking about it all day,â he plops down beside of you, making himself comfortable.
his words shoot excitement down to your core. heâs been thinking about it all day?
before you can think of a response, you feel shuffling next to you on the plush couch. you look over to see jack laying flat on his back, head only slightly raised to look over at you expectantly.
âso, you gonna get rid of those shorts or what?â he asks, referencing your thin, cotton pajama bottoms.
âi swear to god, if i wasnât turned on right now iâd slap you,â you grumble, standing and removing all clothing below your waist.
jack laughs a real, out loud, laugh this time, prideful in the fact that youâve never really been able to (or wanted to) resist any of his offers.
he burrows his body further into the couch, making sure heâs in the middle of the large surface, ensuring thereâs room for your knees to rest on either side of his head.
you climb to hover over his body, looking down at his hungry eyes that are glued to your bare pussy, following every movement of your body from that landmark.
âshirt off or on?â you ask him, sitting on his toned abdomen.
âoff. wanna be able to play with your boobs, please,â he flicks his eyes up to your face, an innocent smile on his own as he bats his eyelashes.
âof course you do,â you remove your (his) t-shirt from your body, now completely bare as you sit on top of him.
âswear they get bigger every time i see them,â he says in awe, bringing a hand up to massage one of your full breasts. you moan as he kneads the flesh, stomach turning flips in anticipation of whatâs about to take place.
âgonna press play so we can get started or you just gonna play with my tits all night?â you huff out, loving the feeling but growing needier by the second.
it takes jack a second to register what youâre saying, too lost in the feeling of the heavy skin in his hand.
âoh! yeah, almost forgot,â he reaches up to the back of the couch where he left his phone, picking it up long enough to press play.
you scoot yourself farther up his body, resting your eager core right above his chin. all youâd have to do is relax your thighs the slightest amount to make contact with his mouth.Â
suddenly you hear a smooth beat ring out in one ear, assuming jackâs hearing the same.
the second you hear the lyrics âshe could ride my face i donât want nothing in returnâ pour out of the earbud, jack inched his face up, licking a long, deep stripe through your folds.
you allow yourself to relax, sliding your slick pussy back and forth gently, not wanting to rush.
jackâs nose brushes your clit with every movement. you sigh at the feeling, not realizing how much you needed the friction until now.
the melody in your ear continues, but none of the lyrics are registering anymore. the feeling of jackâs tongue working through you takes every ounce of your attention.
âgod, fuck! jack, best idea ever,â you moan out, picking up your pace slightly.
jack groans, letting his tongue still for a moment, allowing you to work yourself over it as you please.
fighting through the bliss radiating throughout your body, you try to focus on the lyrics at least a little bit. the chorus starts repeating, but the lyrics that follow make your head fuzzy in the best way.
âshe could ride my face i donât want nothinâ in return, except for some her time and all her love, thatâs my concernâ is what you focus on, the words squeezing your heart and your cunt.
jack smirks into your pussy when he hears you moan, knowing exactly which lyrics elicited the reaction from your body. youâve always been the type to get off on the sweet nothings he whispers in your ear while he fucks into you, so he knew that line in particular would be especially helpful while his mouth is otherwise occupied.
your pace increases again as the song continues on, already halfway to your release.
jack brings his hands up to hold you still, your hole mere centimeters from his waiting tongue. he guides you to lower yourself onto the muscle, encouraging a slight bobbing motion of your body.
with every depression of your cunt onto his tongue, your clit bumps onto the tip of his nose. the pressure is a delicious form of teasing, the sensation gone nearly as soon as itâs felt each time.
âplease, touch me. need you to touch me, jack. so so close,â you pant out, feeling the familiar swirl of your climax forming already.
jack grunts in response, the vibrations sending waves all throughout your body and youâre convinced you can feel it in your toes.
his hands leave your hips, traveling up your body until they find your sensitive buds, pinching and playing with each pink, taut nipple.
you jolt a bit, the motion causing your clit to slam against his nose this time. you cry out at all of the various sensations all at once. full with his tongue, rough hands on your tits, and round nose scraping against your clit.
the pure stimulation of it all forces your orgasm out of you, slamming into your body with the force of a train.
âfuck!â you scream, quickly shooting a hand out to grip the back of the couch, trying to stop yourself from collapsing on jackâs face completely.
you can barely hear the words âshe can ride my face i donât want nothinâ in return, and will i ever fall in love again? i canât confirm,â ring through your ear, the soundtrack to your release, literally.
jack continues to work his tongue in and out of your hole while you shake and convulse above him, having to chase your entrance as you move. he continues to knead your sensitive breasts, each squeeze sending small volts through your already spent nerves.
he can feel your release dripping onto his cheeks, chin, and nose. he tries to lap up as much as he can, not wanting to miss a drop of your liquid pleasure.
your taste alone was enough to form the wet spot on his grey sweats, not embarrassed in the slightest heâs literally leaking from how turned on he is. but when he looks up at you above him, skin damp and eyes half rolled into the back of your head, mixed with the feeling of your body tightening around his tongue so harshly he canât even pull it out, he blows his load right then and there.
he can feel the last flutters of your walls around his tongue, not stopping his movements until you pull back, having half a mind to keep going and work another orgasm out of your sensitive state. he moans through his own unprompted release, the only thing keeping him from following his sudden impulse to overstimulate you.
once the tired muscles in your thighs stop shaking, and your breath evens out, you can hear the fading of the music in your ear, signaling the end of the song. you push up slightly on your knees, detaching yourself from jackâs mouth as he chases your now swollen cunt, a small whine escaping him at the action.
âjackâŠthe songâs over,â you manage the words somehow, in awe that he made you come in only a single songâs length.
âi can hit replay,â he rushes out, already reaching to grab his phone again.
you squeak out a slightly panicked âno,â while shaking your head, worried if he started again you might actually explode. you let yourself relax fully, scooting back so you can rest yourself on his lower abdomen once again, but the feeling of something wet stops you.
jerking back up, you turn and look down, spotting the large, wet stain on his sweatpants. you canât stop staring at it, wondering if youâre really looking at what you think youâre looking at.
âjackâŠdid youâŠâ you trail off, turning back around to look at him.
he smirks as he leans himself up on his elbows. âsure did, sweets. you have no clue how much i enjoyed that.â
you laugh at his pride filled face. âpretty sure i do, seeing as i just sat on the evidence.â
he simply shrugs, patting your bare ass lightly to signal you to stand. you swing your legs over his body, standing and bending over to pick up your discarded underwear and slide it back up your legs.
âsoâŠ.about that dinner conversation,â you ask him as he stands, suddenly way hungrier than you were when he first got home.
itâs his turn to laugh at you, walking over and removing the now silent earbud from your ear.
âwhatever you want is fine with me. i already ate,â he gives you a kiss on the forehead then turns to walk towards the bedroom.
âohâŠnot even right, you dick,â you huff, following it with telling him youâre ordering his least favorite take out, a punishment for his sass.
making your way to the kitchen to dig through the different take out menus, you hear jack shout your name once again.
âi was thinking, how do you feel about that being our wedding song?â he asks, poking his now shirtless, but clean sweats clad, figure out of the bedroom door.
âjack!â you shout, scolding him as his loud cackle rings out around you, causing your own amused smile to break out on your face.
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đđ đđđđ đđ đđ đđ | J.JK
â part 2
â pairing | fem!oc x dealer!jjk
â summary | always giving out free shit to his favorite customer
â warning | bad writing (iâm doing my best)
smut, bickering, cussing, drugsđ, plug jk, dirty talk, belittling, pussy eating, protected sex, porn making, friends with benefits(?), etc
â word count | 2.09k words
â song suggestion | everyday â ariana grande
âI canât believe this man is really out here waiting outside like this.â Y/n groaned to herself.
She was meeting him once again for pre rolls, some dispos, and enough weed for her and her best friends.
Usually for anyone else it would be a bit strange for a plug to show up at their front door but Jungkook seemed very comfortable doing so.
Unluckily for her, she was very close to the plug.
He had been pulling up to her place everytime she wanted something. And he was more than happy to do it.
She was wearing a pink low cut top with a matching mini skirt. Her makeup was done up nice and her hair was curled to perfection.
She didnât have much plans for the day. However, knowing that she was ordering from Jungkook, she knew she had to look somewhat presentable.
Itâs not like she had to try too hard, she was gorgeous naturally. She had a body people would kill for and a face many would pay to even resemble.
âHey mama.â The man bit his lip, checking her out at the doorstep.
âI donât see anything.â Y/n looked at both of his hands and his front pockets. âJungkook I swear ifââ
âYouâre already bugging.â Jungkook rolled his eyes. âI have it. A âheyâ wouldâve been nice.â He stepped into her home.
âAnd it wouldâve been nice to ask to come in.â She shut the door behind him.
âYouâre so so pretty but your mouthââ He exhaled. âYouâre annoying.â
âYet Iâm your favoriteee customer.â She teased.
âHell no. Youâre not my favorite.â He shook his head, walking over to her counter, tossing everything he brought on there.
âOh really?â She cocked her eyebrow. âYouâre such a liar.â
âPsh- Why would I lie?â He looked over at her. âYouâre honestly my least favorite.â
She could laugh. âLeast favorite?â
âYou heard me mama.â He shook his head. âYouâre so annoying, rude, and you donât even pay me.â
âI donât pay you because youâre always tryna fuck.â She rolled her eyes at his insults.
âTrying to?â He laughed. âYou act like Iâm not successful every time.â
Wasnât a lie. He was even laying it down when she didnât order from him.
âYouâre so annoying.â She groaned.
âIâm annoying? You texted me to drop off your shit and gave me attitude the second I came in!â He argued.
Also true.
That was their dynamic. Always having petty arguments as their way of flirting with each other. It was annoying but also very entertaining for the both of them.
âOh my gosh. Youâre already starting something.â She shook her head. âGo fucking change so we can watch a movie.â
âNo way.â Jungkook fake gasped, touching his heart. âYouâre letting me spend the night again mama? Iâm so honored!â
âI hate you.â
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âNo way.â Jungkookâs jaw dropped at the sight of the scene on TV.
Jungkook and Y/n had been sharing a blunt on her couch and were heavily tuned into That 70s Show.
They had been watching the show together since the beginning of him coming over.
The two were cuddled up, Y/n stroking his hair as they watched the show.
It was the scene in which Jackie and Hyde had been secretly hooking up over the summer, and no one was as shocked as Jungkook.
Y/n had watched the series more than once, and seeing Jungkookâs reaction had her weak with laughter.
âThat was so unexpected.â He announced. âBut honestly, Iâve been thinking they looked good together.â
âTold you.â She shook her head.
âYou didnât tell me shit!â He turned over to her.
âWhatever.â She took another hit of the shared blunt.
âPass it to me.â
âNo.â
âDamnit woman.â He furrowed his eyebrows. âYouâre so fucking irritating but youâre so hot.â
âAwe. Youâre such a sweetheart.â She answered sarcastically.
âKeep fucking playing with me.â He stared her down. âBeen giving me attitude all night. Iâll straighten that out so fast.â
âThe fuck you will.â She replied with an attitude once again.
âOh wow.â Jungkook turned his attention to the TV, chuckling to himself.
âOkay.â He rubbed behind his neck. âPut the blunt down.â
âButââ
âI said put it down. You got your high. Just being greedy.â
She obeyed him after noticing his demanding tone of voice. He grabbed her remote, turning up the TV.
âKiss me babyâ He leaned in, easily earning a kiss from her.
âPretty lips.â He pulled away before grabbing the back of her neck with his tattooed hand, crashing her lips back onto his.
She kissed him back willfully, smacking her lips repeatedly against his.
âSo pretty.â He mumbled against them. âBut that mouth is disgusting. Gotta fix that.â
He spit in her mouth, going back in and kissing her more aggressively.
Moving the couch pillow behind her head, he laid her down on the furniture.
He slid up her skirt, moving her panties to the side with his teeth.
âNot even apologizing,â He made a âtskâ sound with his mouth. âI got some for you.â
He used his left hand to grab onto her breast, and used his right hand to hold her hips down.
His face was immediately hovering her cunt. His mouth was already watering at the sight, spitting and drooling on it.
Although it made her feel good, eating pussy was one of Jungkookâs main sources of pleasure.
Especially hers.
Heâs never craved something so badly.
They werenât dating. They never discussed anything of the sort. They were young and didnât want to waste time with the labels.
But he would be damned if he had to share this woman.
The two did have their rocky and dysfunctional relationship but he was very happy to be around her.
Always smirking to himself whenever she texted. Hoping sheâd ask him to stay longer. Following her on his damn plug account.
He had some other customers that were attractive women, but from the beginning sheâs been his favorite. No one else got all the perks like she did.
She was a whiny moaning mess. Jungkook hadnât even tasted her yet.
âJungkook, please.â She begged. âCanât wait like this.â
"I know, baby, I know. It's been too long." He leans in, his breath ghosting over her skin for just a moment before his lips press against her clit.
Her legs immediately squirmed at the feel of his mouth. She could hardly move due to him holding her down.
Grinning, he moves his tongue around her clit, sucking and nibbling at it.
He moves one of his arms to keep her leg in place, while the other one moves upwards, slipping two fingers inside her.
"All that attitude for what?" He asks through muffled groans.
He smirks against her skin, moving his fingers in and out slowly. He starts flicking his tongue over her clit faster, adding a third finger as he matches the rhythm with his tongue.
âYouâre bitching at me the moment I get through the damn door. Now look at you.â He chuckled against her clit. âApologize.â
âIâ mmâ Fuâ Iâmâ
âCanât speak?â Jungkook suddenly stopped, pulling out his fingers and moving from her heat since he knew she was close.
âJungkook!â She groaned. âYou canât do me like this right now.â
âI canât?â He laughed. âOh I can. You can give me attitude all damn day but you want me to reward you by letting you cum already?â He scoffed.
âUgh!â She groaned in frustration.
âTurn around.â Jungkook was already tearing a condom open with his mouth. âAss up face down.â
She got into position like ordered. Jungkook moved the hair from her face so he could have a better view of her.
âOh fuck yes.â Jungkook had the sight of her ass all to himself. âDonât even know how you made it fit in that tight little skirt.â
He was checking her out. He did this everytime. Her body was perfection and way better than any of the models he had seen on Instagram.
âCan you do me a favor mama?â He leaned forward, âI wanna to do something with you.â
âWhat is it?â She asked, desperate to get fucked already.
âLemme record.â He tapped her ass, almost fainting at the recoil. âPlease?â
âYeah.â She reached over, grabbing her phone and handing it to him.
âMy dirty girl.â He chuckled. âKnew youâd be down.â He took a hit of the dispo the two had on the couch.
He doesn't hesitate as he opens the camera app on her phone and starts recording. He positions himself behind her, lining his cock up with her entrance.
âOh fuck.â He cussed as he slid in, the camera flash capturing their synchronized gasps as he slid inside her.
âFuck, you have to watch this video later.â His mouth hung open at the sight.
âMmâ Jungkookâ She hummed, âFuck babyâ
âCome on mama.â He slapped her ass. âMake this video good yeah? Bounce on this dick for me.â
She fucked herself on his cock, making her eyes rolled back with each bounce.
He grips her hips as he starts thrusting in and out of her, picking up the pace as he fucks her hard.
âAlways so fucking tightâ He groaned. âBut youâre so fucking wet. How does that work?â
âMmâ She whined. âJungkook youâre too fucking big.â
âYou take it donât you?â He slapped her ass. âSo fucking pretty. Especially when youâre high.â
Her ass clapped against him, the sounds of her moans and her ass driving him off the edge.
They were panting, equally putting in the work to get each other off.
âBeen dying to fuck you since you texted me this morning mama.â He spoke to her. âHuge tits, fat ass, and pretty face is just what I needed.â
She could cum with his words alone. She loved how he smoke to her and how vocal he was.
âFuckâ He groaned, pulling out with a loud âpopâ sound.
âJungkook!â Y/n whined in irritation.
He stopped filming, shutting off the phone and tossing it to the side.
âSorry mama. Gotta fuck you missionary.â He apologized, smacking her ass before flipping her over on her back. âWanna cum while I look at your face.â
âCan I take it off mama?â Jungkook pouted cutely, pecking her cheek. âPleaseeeâ
âNo. I still donât trust you.â Y/n shook her head. âOver here tryna bend the rules.â
She was very strict on Jungkook wearing a condom. She heard all sorts of rumors about the women he had been with and she was not taking any chances.
âI donât know why. You know rumors arenât always true.â He shook his head.
âDo you want pussy or not?â She threatened.
âFine fineâ He gave in.
He wanted her to know she was the only girl he was with but, it was too soon to deal with the sappy shit when all they were doing was fucking.
He slipped back in her, stretching her out once again.
He went back to his pace, snapping his hips inside of her while she arched her back at the impact.
Jungkook couldnât stop staring at her breasts bouncing up and down as he fucked her.
His shaft throbs as he watches her come undone on his cock, tits bouncing wildly. He's almost there just from the sight.
âMm fuck Jungkook.â She moaned out his name repeatedly.
Their energy was lower because of the weed but their sexual urges were at an all time high.
Jungkook reached over, circling over her clit with his thumb. âFeels good huh mama? You take it so good.â
He was growing closer to his edge.
The double stimulation with the weed still highly active in her system made her go insane.
âLook so fucking pretty like that baby.â He cooed. âMy prettiest and favorite customer for sure.â
His thrusts become more frantic, his balls slapping against her ass with each one.
âJungkook Iâmâ I need to cumâ She whined desperately, barely able to let out a single sentence.
He rubbed her clit more intensely before she came all over his cock, panting at the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Jungkook came shortly after, pulling out pumping himself until he came all over her stomach.
The two panted together, staying still for a moment to catch their breaths.
âF-Fuck. Iâll clean us up.â He said, still trying to get to his breath.
âLetâs just run a shower.â She replied. âP-Pleaseâ
He agreed. He cleaned up what he could before the two stood up of her couch.
âSoâŠâ She trailed off. âYou admitted I was your favorite customer.â
âGoddamnit Y/n.â
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THE SPACE BETWEEN COMFORT AND CHAOS.
⧠PAIRING: wolf!toji fushiguro x f!reader | 4.3k words
⧠SUMMARY: wolfhybrid!toji, hybrid au, flashback centric, grumpy x sunshine, animalistic behavior, mentions of injuries, violence, societal inequality, arguments, hateful speech towards hybrids, dysfunctional families, and a shit ton of angst and anger, lil fluff at the end !!
⧠RHEYA'S NOTE: hiii it's my birthday this weekend so i'm dropping chapter 4 as a quick thank you for all the support !! i love you all so much <33 this one is very toji centric and gives a lot of his past and lore to explain why he is the way he is and what led him to find reader !! there is a lot of inequality in this chapter so keep that in mind as you proceed. as always i would recommend checking out the previous parts before reading this :33
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the smell of blood makes toji's eyes crack open. it fills his nostrils, heavy and metallic, and it makes his hair stand on end. despite being so used to that scent, it still makes him uneasy, because sometimes he cannot tell whose blood it is.
once his eyes adjust to the dim lighting, he can't fall back asleep, though he knows he still needs rest. a series of cracks echo from his joints as he sits up, pulses of fatigue swimming through his muscles. pushing up from the ground, he casually approaches the metal bars of his cell.
his cage.
his nose twitches, the smell of blood stronger now that he's closer. a loud yawn rips from his throat, eyes catching some guards dragging another hybrid who had fought that day. he watches them throw the unconscious animal into his cell, not sparing another glance as they turn away. the sounds of their boots gets on toji's nerves, but he does not even have enough time to pity the poor creature.
another set of guards approach his cell. he's sure that they might once again tell him off for being too aggressive, or for not following orders, or for another whipping, but he's saved this time because they're just escorting a hybrid.
a familiar hybrid.
"what's wrong?" toji drawls, lips tugging into a casual smirk. "did y'lose?"
the tiger hybrid hisses angrily in return, as though personally offended, and bares his teeth. his striped ears starkly contrast his pinkish hair.
"like hell," sukuna answers proudly.
toji is about to comment on the various bloodied scratches littering sukuna's body, but one of the guards roughly shoves the tiger into his cell.
"get in!"
sukuna turns to pin him with a murderous glare, tone even and chilling. "touch me again and i'll kill you."
the guard scoffs, unbothered, before shutting the barred door behind him. sukuna's anger rises, but he does not say anything else, choosing to stare daggers at them until they've disappeared around the corner. toji understands the feeling. it would be a piece of cake to rip their throats out, especially for predators as vicious as wolves and tigers.
but they can't. one scratch on a human and they'd be put down.
a beat of silence passes. toji is sure the hybrid sitting across the hall is also thinking about the same thing, so used to biting his tongue just to stay alive.
(he remembers the first day sukuna got thrown in, hisses and snapping teeth as he cursed the guards with all sorts of creativity. toji had been underground long enough to see the same spectacle over and over again, and so he hadn't really given a damn at that time. the two passed weeks in silence, purely focused on their own individual fights and then immediately falling asleep once back in their respective cells.
toji was no expert at reading people, but he could tell that the tiger was as stubborn as he wasâthey refused to acknowledge one another.
and when they were finally pitted against each other, it was a messy fight. toji still remembers the way the crowd had roared at their aggressive attacks, every draw of blood eliciting some sick twisted pleasure within them.
toji had been used to putting in the bare minimum during his fights, finding it relatively easy to win against other predators. but that fight against sukuna was the first time he struggled a little bit.
the tiger will never admit it, but the feeling was definitely mutual.
so after the brawl, when they were both quietly sitting in their cages and hissing at their wounds stubbornly, there was a brief moment of acknowledgement.
"where the hell did you learn how to fight like that?" the tiger had eyed toji warily, thick brows furrowed in a way that made him look extra grumpy.
after that, it seemed that there was a mutual sense of respect between the two of them. they are not friends per se, definitely not. both toji and sukuna know that if it came down to it, they would kill the other in the arena if it meant staying alive.
but there was an understanding that they were both on the same level. and it seemed that those who ran the fights understood that too.
after all, fights between the two of them were always a very popular spectacle.)
even now, sukuna doesn't look at toji, too busy muttering a string of insults aimed at the guard from earlier. toji ignores them, used to it. they remain in that same silence, not uncomfortable, but not really comfortable either.
toji takes a seat, crossing his legs and leaning against the cold bars. he can still hear the sounds of the guards footsteps echoing through the halls, and that just makes him crave freedomâanother familiar feeling.
he should be used to it by now. craving what he cannot have.
sukuna seems to know what he's thinking, because he scoffs with a dramatic roll of his eyes. "don't start."
"you don't ever think about running?" toji ponders, dragging his claws across the stone floor. the tiger's ears twitch, sensitive to the sound, and he throws toji a scathing scowl.
"run? where the hell would we go?" the tiger grumbles, crossing his bulky arms. "you know they'll just find us again. it's pointless."
"but it's happened before," toji insists, scratching behind his ear absentmindedly. there have always been whispers floating through the compound, of hybrids with guts of steel that took it upon themselves to make a run for it. though several were caught and devastatingly punished, there were those who they never saw again. the idea that they must be somewhere where light shines and wind blows is strangely comforting.
"yeah rarely," the tiger snorts in return. a quiet hiss of displeasure escapes his lips as he notices the claw marks running up his arm, and he carefully begins licking at his wounds. "most of the time those fools get caught. and then they get punished."
toji shrugs noncommittally, leaning his head against the bars. "worth the risk."
sukuna curiously peers at him from over his injured arm, heavy brows furrowed. "you really think it's that much better up there?"
"anywhere's better than in here." toji says it resolutely, and sukuna, normally so snippy, says nothing to rebuke him.
before the conversation can continue, toji's nostrils fill with a familiar scentâcigarettes, ironed clothes, faint whiskey. he suppresses a roll of his eyes.
"look who it is." he sarcastically cranes his neck, watching as shiu kong approaches his cell with a nonchalant smile.
"you sure do look relaxed for someone who just had me do a shit ton of paperwork." shiu leans against the wall, eyeing toji through the cell. toji does not like that he has to look up to meet his gaze, so he gets to his feet and casually crosses his arms.
"what the fuck did i do?"
"lots of people enjoyed your fight yesterday. with the polar bear?" shiu pulls out a cigarette, and toji's nose crinkles. "you've got an increase in bets, y'know?"
"who cares?" toji mutters, pushing away from the bars to pace around his cell.
it's not like any of the hybrids get that money.
"i do," shiu chuckles, cigarette balanced between his lips. "you're helping me get paid."
"lucky you," toji sarcastically shoots back. shiu snorts in amusement, crossing his arms.
"anyways, i'm thinking this is a good time to host a big fight for you. the timing is good." toji's "manager" (if that's what you can call him) eyes the wolf as he exhales a puff of smoke. toji's eyes narrow in return, a feeling of anticipation and mild irritation crawling up his skin.
"so you twoâ" shiu nods his head towards the wolf and the grumpy tiger sitting across the hall. "âprepare for a show, alright?"
sukuna curses colorfully, and toji rolls his eyes. "relax. i'm not giddy to fight you either, asshole."
"yeah because you'll lose," the tiger hisses, baring his teeth.
"oh yeah? that's not what happened last time." toji grins wolfishly, watching sukuna's anger rise.
"because you fucking cheated!"
"aw, little cat can't handle a few bites?" toji's amusement becomes more palpable, enjoying the argumentâa very common occurrence for the two of them. "that's why dogs are better."
"i'll kill you," sukuna utters ominously, his striped tail puffed and curling in an aggressively defensive display.
"try it," toji smirks back.
"alright easy boys," shiu chuckles, shaking his head in mild exasperation. "save that energy for the actual fight. people eat that shit up."
"and somehow we're the animals," sukuna grumbles, deciding he's done with the conversation as he heads over to the corner of his cell and curls up on the ground.
"well yeah," shiu shrugs, unfazed. "you should be used to that by now."
they are.
"anyway i figured i'd let you know." the older man turns to face toji. "i know most of the fights are pretty easy for you. but since you both are top tier fighters, prepare how you need to."
"it's not like we've never fought before," toji replies dryly, ears twitching. "i know how it goes down."
"well okay." shiu adjusts his suit jacket, shoving his hands into his pockets.
from the corner of his eye, toji can see sukuna listening in, face impassive.
"you two give me a good show, alright?" shiu casually waves over his shoulder, before heading off back in the direction he came.
"whatever," sukuna grunts, turning on his side. toji watches the tiger's tail lazily flickâside to side. "i hate dogs."
toji lets out a dry chuckle. "well i'm not the biggest fan of cats either, asshole."
again, they aren't friends, but the bleakness of their situation makes it easier to tolerate one another.
a week later, they both face off in the area as promised. shiu claps toji on the back before he heads in, a gesture that makes the wolf's skin prickle, but he brushes it off. he could have someone worse be in charge of him, but shiu is a bit easier to get along with than most of the humans down there. though toji isn't naiveâthe only reason shiu is so casually cheery around him is because toji is his biggest moneymaker.
that's what it all came down to.
sukuna and toji have both fought enough times to know how to play to the crowd's wishes. they bark and snarl at each other like they are truly wild, claws and teeth and blood everywhere because they know that's what gets the humans going.
that's what gets them to open their wallets at least.
sukuna takes the victory this time around, which is not inherently unusualâthey both have a fairly even split of victories and losses. they play up their enmity, and everyone goes wild.
even though hybrids are the shackled ones, somehow these humans remind toji of puppetsâso easily manipulated.
the two of them stand and rile up the crowd at the end, acting like they truly are nothing but feral animals who know only to growl and snap at each other. as soon as they hear the sounds of money being exchanged and the roar of conversation they are escorted back to their cells.
toji's ears ring with the sounds of groans and cheers, the same familiar words grating his ears.
"i told you sukuna would win this one!"
"yeah but i said toji would draw first blood, so pay up!"
imbeciles. savages. nothing humane about them.
in their cells, both of them do their best to clean up their wounds. but a fight this aggressive usually results in equally rough damage.
"i think you fractured my rib or something," toji grunts, wincing as he sits down. sukuna throws him an unimpressed look through the bars of his cage.
"not my fault you're weak."
toji's middle finger flies up automatically, and sukuna's lips pull up to one side. "ask them for medical if it's that bad."
"yeah right," toji snorts, licking away the blood that has been dripping from the corner of his mouth. "like they'll listen."
it's more of a curse that hybrids have a better pain tolerance than humans. the medics here never take their injuries seriously for that exact reason.
no instead, they are expected to clean up as they can and prepare for the next fight, letting their body heal as well as possible. humans have always been so hypocritical.
they both relax in a welcome silence. toji suddenly realizes how tired he is, jade eyes straining as he attempts to fix himself up. he knows the rulesâdamaged merchandise is treated as such.
his ears pick up the faint sound of footsteps approaching, and he realizes that it's probably shiu coming over to update them about the earnings of their fights.
but he is entirely surprised.
"wow, you're definitely a sight."
toji's eyes narrow, teeth gritting. his mood plummets, ears straightening and tail going rigid. the sound of that voice makes every bit of hatred in toji's body come bubbling to the surface. he glares over his shoulder, spitting out each word with extreme difficulty. "what the fuck do you want?"
naoya zenin looks down his nose at the wolf, a greasy smile on his face. naobito zenin stands just behind him, arms crossed with a barely visible look of disgust on his face.
toji's cousin conveniently ignores the accusatory question, peering around the cells and hallway with feigned interest. "these conditions are terrible!"
he finally pins toji with his gaze, an evil smile pulling at his lips. "well, that's to be expected for animals."
"what the fuck do you want?!" toji growls, claws digging into the ground. naoya's eyes light up at the anger, knowing full well that those claws can never come anywhere near him.
"temper! temper!" the blonde gasps, tutting at toji like he's nothing more than a child. "haven't you learned how to control yourself by now?"
"let me out of this cell and i'll show you just how much control i have." the wolf's voice is no more than a rumble, dark and ominous because there is nothing in the world that toji hates more than his own family.
naoya shakes his head, feigning a look of disappointment. "so violent. it's a good thing we put you in here. who knows how dangerous you could've been to us."
the words hit their mark, a jab of self-hatred. toji's green eyes flit over to his uncle, sharp and accusatory.
the one who ratted him out to this godforsaken place.
toji knows when normal families have a predator hybrid born into their home, they lie and cheat and hide them away from this lifeâtoo desperate to keep their child away from such danger. after all, it's not the child's fault they were born a predator.
but not toji's family. not the zenins, who took one look at him and waited for the second he turned 18 before hauling him off.
nothing but a bunch of rats.
he knows that he was worth a lot of money. a healthy and fit wolf hybrid, broader and stronger than most of his own species. and of course, his family was quick to sell him off, glad to be rid of this curse on their familyâthe only shame.
toji had grown up knowing he was hated, but he never thought a family could do something so horrible to one of their own. he stopped seeing the best in people after that.
"you brought this on yourself," his uncle states now, emotionless. his opinion on hybrids has not changed one bit, and yet he shamelessly comes to the compound to collect a portion of the winnings that toji earns. "born with tainted blood."
"you're acting like it's my fucking fault, old man," toji spits out, hackles raised. he wants them to leave, because all he feels when looking at them is nausea.
"it's your damn mother's fault. couldn't keep away from my brother. she ruined him," naobito's emotionless voice takes on a tone of hatred, and toji tenses. "filthy dog whore."
toji's reaction is instantaneous. he's at the bars in a second, teeth bared and spewing curses as he makes a mad grab for either of them. he doesn't careâall he wants to do is tear them to shreds. toji can feel his wounds open further, can feel blood dripping over his skin, but all that seems miniscule when they are in front of him.
the cause of every single misfortune he has ever had.
naoya hops out of the way, laughingâit is a mocking, grating laugh that echoes throughout the hall as he watches toji desperately struggle. "see see! this is why you're dangerous!"
naobito shakes his head, as though he's thoroughly disappointed, but he does not say anything else.
"anyways, well done today!" naoya continues, grinning as he crosses his arms. "you earned a lot of money for us."
toji glares at him, dropping his arm and taking a step back. somehow, being further in his cell is much more comforting than being in their line of sight. he keeps his lips tightly shut.
naoya's voice turns taunting as naobito heads off without another word. "such a shame my dear cousin wasn't born normal like the rest of us." he follows his father without a care in the world, knowing how well his words sting. "had to be born an animal freak."
the hallways is empty. toji takes a few steadying breaths, pushing the anger away because he knows that there is truly no point in keeping it. it's not like this anger has done him any good. maybe if he had gotten angry earlier, he would have zenin blood on his handsâthe thought gives him a sick sense of satisfaction.
"your family fucking sucksâŠ" sukuna pipes up from across the hall. toji scoffs out a laugh, but it is far from amused. he turns away.
suddenly the blood on his hands makes him feel disgustingâso much more animalistic than human.
"tell me about it," he mutters, back turned. his ears pick up the sounds of sukuna curling up in his corner, and in a few minutes, quiet rumbling snores follow.
toji sighs, approaching his sink and staring at the cracked mirror he's grown used to seeing himself in. he takes in his reflection, disgust rolling in his stomach.
he thinks he'd probably be considered decently attractive if he was a regular old human. but the dark furry ears, the sharp canines, and all the scars ruin him. adding his haggard clothing and feral eyes and all the blood and dirt on him, he can understand why he is considered so untouchable.
an animal in every right.
he turns the sink on. he is briefly reminded of another time, a time where he lived in a family house and slept in a futon that was warmer than anything he's ever slept in. he can remember wearing things other than rags, occasionally a yukata and other times a t-shirt. he can remember eating a home cooked meal and drinking sake and feeling sunlight on his skin.
and yet even in those better times, he has always had to hear the words of his family cursing his existence. cursing his mother's name for seducing his father and ruining their bloodline with her animal blood.
the only dark stain on the pristine zenin family.
toji sighs, scrubbing the blood from under his clawsâlike clockwork. the water in the sink turns a mocking shade of pink, and as horrible as it is to say, toji is glad the blood is not his.
he wipes his paws across his ragged clothes, and stares at himself in the mirror.
he isn't ashamed to admit itâbut he hates what he sees.
naoya's laughter rings in his ears as he shuts his eyes.
"hey toji?"
his eyes snap open. when the haze clears he sees your features come into focus, soft and curious. your scent floods his nose, and a pleasant shiver runs up his skin. there is a quick sense of relief when he realizes that he had been dreaming of a time in the past, and he steels himself, expression indifferent as he sits up. he briefly recognizes the stark contrast between the hardness of the stone floor in his cell and the softness of your couchâhis tongue sits heavy in his mouth.
"what?" he grunts, rubbing at his eyes. he tries to throw you a mock irritated glance, but either it comes off too mild or you've become good at ignoring it. "when'd you get here?"
"a few minutes ago. i got takeout." your lips pull into a teasing smile. "unless you'd rather go back to sleep?"
he pins you with a scathing glare, and annoyingly enough, your smile becomes wider. he stands up, popping his joints and following you to your kitchen table, before diligently taking a seatâin his chair.
toji silently watches you bustle around, grabbing utensils and plates to evenly distribute the food. his stomach growls eagerly, and he realizes just how hungry he isâhe recognizes that his body is getting used to being fed so often, and he does not know how to feel about that.
toji's eyes zero in on silly details, not knowing why he does it. your hair is a little messy, not as neat as when you left for work that morning. you've taken off your jacket, the absence of the restrictive fabric making your movements easier. he thinks you've probably had a good day, because your expression, though fatigued, is still relaxedâa small, almost miniscule smile remains on your face.
there a strange satisfaction the settles in his chest when he notices that. he doesn't know why, but the idea that you've had a nice day rather than a difficult one puts him at ease.
"how was your day?" you speak up, briefly making eye contact with him.
(toji does not understand why the small contact makes his stomach flip.)
he grunts, nonchalant. "not bad. didn't do much."
"the injuries are good?"
toji rolls his eyes, dropping his chin into his palm as he pins you with an intrusive stare. "yeah yeah. you ask this every day."
"well it can be good one day and not good the next," you reply defensively, frowning at the chicken you're currently dropping into his plate. but you look satisfied to hear his answer.
toji chuckles mutely. "sure kid."
(the nickname came randomly. you never commented on it. he didn't either.)
he hesitates for a second, before clearing his throat. "how was yours?"
you glance up at him, too quick for him to analyze the expression, but he thinks he catches a faint trace of pleasant surprise. "it was good. boring but not bad at all."
he nods awkwardlyâthe internal satisfaction grows stronger. his stomach rumbles again as you walk over and place his plate in front of him, and the smell hits his nose immediatelyâhis hunger is all consuming.
(your scent is one of the few human scents he has truly found pleasant.)
and yet he finds himself patiently waiting until you plate your own food, sitting across him quietly. he presses his hands together, bowing his head as he mutters a quiet "thank you for the food" before tucking in.
(he does not say your name, but he thinks he is thanking youâhis own twisted version of a god.)
he stays quiet for most of the meal, focusing on the unique and savory taste of the food. months ago he would not have imagined being able to consume such delicacy, but all you have done since you walked into his life is show him that he can have much more than he ever dreamed he could.
you blabber about random things as you eat, telling him about something you saw or what you did throughout the day. he listens.
you're in the middle of updating him about some stupid work drama, which, as embarrassing as it is to say, toji has been looking forward to hearing about. he does not interrupt you, trying to rack his brain for all the details you've spilled the last time.
(it's pathetic how quick he finds them. something about listening to you talk that makes everything else seem useless in comparison.)
"so anyways her husband found out and got mad. but then she basically tried to deny it and said that he was accusing her of nothing." you shove a mouthful of rice into your mouth, rolling your eyes. your tongue flicks out to lick at your lipsâtoji's eyes shamefully trace the movement. "it's a whole thing now because obviously the dude she was having the affair with works with us too."
"what a bitch," toji answers. your eyes crinkle with amusement, eager to hear him participating. you've probably since realized that he does find your gossip interesting. but it's more than thatâhe does not know why it's so easy to talk to you.
"right? i hate cheaters," you mutter, stabbing at your chicken.
he does too. something about being a dog that makes loyalty so damn important to him.
(maybe that's why he feels physically ill when he thinks about leaving your side.)
you continue rambling about your cheating coworker with a newfound conviction. toji listens, occasionally dropping a dry remark, and you either laugh or nod emphatically. his lips quirk upward at every reaction. he continues eating his foodâslowly so that he can match your pace. which is odd, because he was so damn hungry before.
but even as he quietly chews on the flavored meat, he finds that satiety comes a lot quicker when he quietly listens to you talk.
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omg that last post was everything you are so good at bringing an ask to life! what about *insert your fav* with a gf whose super sweet and kind to people, animals pretty much anything but in the bedroom her ârewardâ for being so good is that rough shit like choking spanking spit alllll that. honorable mention to her still having a sick ass praise kink đ« đ„Ž
rafe has always thought you were a sweet girl.
from the moment he met you heâs seen your kindness flow out of you like a stream of bright light, always kind. always considerate and well mannered.
you were his sweet girl, his.. good girl.
and you deserve a reward for that every now and then. :)
âplap! plap! plap!â rafe pounds into you ruthlessly, fucking you as if he hates you, as if youâve done something wrong, itâs nearly brings you to tears, your in reverse cowboy position, rafe sitting up behind you, kissing your shoulder with a tight grip around your neck and fingers rubbing slow circles on your clit.
with every thrust you and rafe moan, god it feels sooo good, you know rafe isnât punishing you. you havenât done anything wrong. this is your reward, heavy passionate rough sex, nasty sex, shit you blush at when mentioned.
âthat feels good huh baby? you love sitting on daddyâs dick huh?, this your reward for being such a good girl for me aint it?â you moan in reply, you feel yourself tighten around him, you love praise, you revel in it, you thrive in it. especially his, oh! you love him so much it makes you dizzy.
âlay on your bellyâ you hear him rasp, and your quick to do it, quickly leaning forward and pulling a pillow for your head as you lay down and arch your ass up, your getting so good at that, rafe thinks, he has to teach you when you first met, the memories of him pushing your lower back down the first time you had sex flashes through his mind and he smiles a bit.
âass so pretty babyâ he whispers, he lazily spits and it lands on his dick and a bit on your sore gaping hole, he slides himself back in with a long relieving sigh and slowly pounds into and gradually picks up his pace.
âhaa~ haa~ haa~â each noise you make matches his pace, heâs so big, long and heavy compared to his skinny body, it surprised you at the beginning, not gonna lie, but it was such a good one.
âslap!â you feel his heavy hand slap your ass and you cry out, the painful sting burns in your skin, melding together perfectly like yin and yang, like sweet and sour, like the sun and moon, how different you both are, you so sweet and kind, you bright as sunshine, him so rough and mean, him dark as the moon.
he pushes you down so you lay flat on your belly, and heâs on top of you, arms beside your head and heâs looking at you, his mouth slightly agape and just staring at your pretty face, he captures your lips in a kiss and pulls away âopenâ he says with a grunt and you open your mouth, he spits in it and swallow and show him after âgood girlâ he coos and press his forehead to yours while pounding into you.
your connection is so deep, as deep as he is inside you, like his ocean blue eyes when heâs deep in thought, he feels this more than you, heâs crazy about you, heâll never let you go, and he shows that when he fucks you, he marks you, your his territory, your his kryptonite, someone he keeps closes because he loves but also because he fears.
you start to feel that pressure build up right below your belly button, your eyes close and you bite your lip, you mewl. his hitting that perfect spot and he sees it in your face, a ping of satisfaction shoots through his spine and makes his dick throb.
âgonna cum for daddy?â you quickly nod with unshed tears in your eyes âyea?â he hums with condescension, âi know baby, jus hold it in fâmeâ
you softly whine and rafe sits up and flips you over, he needs to see all of you when he cums, he pushes your legs back against your head and pounds into you, the sounds of your skin slapping together ringing through the room once again, âugh!â he moans, a chill running through his body like electricity, heâs so sensitive now and your so tight around him he wants to whine, and sometimes he does and you love it so much.
he kisses your neck, leaving marks that are soon to fully form, nipping and biting at your skin, he loves your smell, your sweat mixing in with the perfume you recently sprayed smells heavenly, he literally licks your neck, slowly dragging his tongue down it and giving you deep slow strokes to match, your toes curl, your eyes roll and you feel yourself start to cum.
tears roll down your cheeks and you hiccup and whimper, he grunts and thrusts harder and harder until you feel his nails grip into your thighs and his hips snap into you, it looks like a bullet hit him, he winces like a puppy and looks at you with so much love it makes more tears escape from your eyes.
âfuck i love youâ he grunts and you feel the ropes of hot cum hit your cervix, one.. two.. three.. no four times.
he looks down his mouth forming an âoâ at the mess you both made together, and he slowly pulls out, watching your cream and his cum flow out of you like sweet nectar, itâs so enticing to him, like the leftover frosting in a bowl, he dips his finger in it and sucks it, salty and sweet, he leans down and kisses you, sloppily and disgustingly.. you both are soo nasty and you both couldnât give less of a fuck.
besides in his eyes youâll always be his good girl, no matter what.
|a/n|
this miiiight be some of my best work, i told yâall i would be back, this is a little starter and i just needed to express my ongoing obsession with rafe mf cameronnnn đ
also shoutout to who gave me this idea! thank you so much and i wish i did this inbox sooner! also i take requests guys! so request away! iâm making a master list soon so look out for that!!
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the cut that always bleeds
pairing - rafe x thorton!reader
summary - when topper throws a party at your house, you hide in your room this time. you couldn't face rafe, you couldn't do it. and when you get too curious, you see him with the source of your breakup. but somehow, the cuts always get bandaged up, and he's right back in your arms.
warnings - cursing, breakups, toxic lowkey, lots of angst yall srry i love angsty shit
i purse my lips, sitting on the balcony outside my room as my eyes wander over the party downstairs. my brother topper was throwing a party, but i opted to stay up here.
topperâs best friend is my ex, rafe. and it was less than desirable for me to see him just a month after we broke up. i had avoided him this long, and iâd like to keep it that way.
my fingers tap against my cheek in boredom as i stare below. i see topper cheering kelce as he does a handstand on the keg. people making out, jumping in the pool.
then, in the very corner of the partyâi spot rafe. and heâs with someone. a girl. she turns her head over her shoulder as she laughs obnoxiously at one of his jokes. sofia.
i groan, rolling my eyes. i lean back and watch as he has a smug smile on his face, enjoying her over-the-top reactions to his every move.
we barely broke up three weeks ago. he couldnât be a little heartbroken?
i feel a tear fall down my cheek and sigh. âfuck.â i mutter under my breath. i quickly wipe the tears and stand from the balcony, going back into my room.
â
rafe cameron
my eyes are on sofia as she laughs, but when she turns slightly, my eyes flick to the girl they really want to see. i look up at the balcony, seeing y/n sitting up there, away from the party.
her eyebrows are furrowed together, that pouty look on her face i grew to love. i notice her wipe her cheekâwas she crying? then she gets up, and walks inside. i press my lips together, my eyes remaining on the now closed balcony doors.
ârafe!â i look down at the feeling of sophiaâs hand on my arm. she giggles. âwhatâre you looking at?â
my eyes flick back up to the doors. ânothing.â i mumble. âyou know what, i-iâll be right back.â i brush her off, pushing past her without another word.
i started talking to sophia at the party for one purpose. to make y/n jealous. and i did that. but it didnât make me feel how i thought it would. i didnât feel pride, or smug. i felt like an asshole.
i hated seeing her cry. even if we had broken up. and.. it was also my fault. fuck. iâm an idiot.
âyo, where you goinâ man?â topper chuckles, patting my shoulder as i go to head inside.
âuh.. getting another beer.â i make up a lie.
topper furrowed his eyebrows, then seemed to sober up with a single sigh. âman, she doesnât wanna see you. thatâs why sheâs up there. leave her be.â topper says, his protective brother voice kicking in.
i roll my eyes. âi-i just need to make sure sheâs okay.â
ârafeââ
âno.â i say firmly, looking directly at topper. âiâm gonna make sure sheâs okay, alright?â i spit.
topper rolls his eyes. âwhatever, bro. but if she asks me to throw you out, iâm throwinâ you out.â
âwhatever.â i dismiss, heading inside and up the stairs. a route that was once an instinct.
â
i sat at the edge of my bed, my fingers brushing over the heart locket in my hand. the locket rafe gave me. there was an ârâ engraved on the front of the gold piece. and inside, was a small picture of us.
i donât know why i kept it. maybe some stupid small hope, that weâd get back together. but i knew that wasnât true. it was more of a damaging thought, than a healing one.
my head looks up as i hear a knock on my door. âtopper?â i call out.
thereâs silence for a moment, i gently put down the locket, getting up slowly to approach the door.
ân-no.â a muffled voice comes out, and i recognize it right away. âitâs rafe.â
i freeze, unable to move. i donât know what to do. do i open it, listen to him? do i tell him to fuck off? do i throw him out? do i ignore him?
âlook, i-i just⊠fuck.â i hear him mutter, trying to find the words to say. i knew him so well. too well. i knew what he was thinking. he couldnât get the words out. heâs not good at expressing how he feels, putting it into words.
i stay silent, giving him the room to speak. i remain unmoving, not making a sound.
âi wanted to check on you.â he breathes out.
i hear the door creak slightly as he leans against it. he sighs, using my silence as room to vent. maybe part of him hoped i wasnât even in here. maybe talking to my door was.. closure.
âi saw you up here all alone i just.. you should come down. the party is fun..â he huffs a chuckle then. âno, no itâs not. you know i hate that shit. i donât even know why i came..â
i sigh, feeling tears brim in my eyes the more i listen to his voice. the voice i used to hear in the mornings when i woke up. whether he was here or not, he'd call me, just to say good morning. i take a deep shaken breath as he continues to talk.
"i know you saw sophia and i, alright? b-but, fuck she means nothing y/n. it was fucking stupid, i just wanted to make you jealous. i-i don't know why, because i'm the one who fucked up and lost you in the first place."
i take a seat on the edge of my bed, feeling tears fall down my cheeks as my hand covers my mouth to hide any sobs. it was his fault.
a month before we broke up, he lost his dad. and i tried to be there for him, but he'd push me away. i was understanding, because he was grieving. then, one day i was at the country club and i saw him venting to sophia.
she was working the bar, serving him and other customers drinks. and he was expressing his feelings to her about his dad. when i was there, coming to tannyhill to make sure he was okay, and he'd tell me to go away. and here he was, pouring his feelings out to the girl at the bar.
"i'm sorry, i just, i kept pushing you away because i didn't want you to see me like that." he admits.
at this, i stand up, going to the door and opening it. he almost falls over, staggering over his feet as he was leaning against the door. i press my lips together to try not to laugh as he stands back up, brushsing his hands over his shirt.
"you didn't want me to see you like that, but you didn't care if she did?" i say, my voice breaking.
"yeah, cause she's a fuckin' stranger. she wasn't my girl, who i value so fuckin' much." he sighs, his head dipping down slightly to meet my eyeline. "i-i know it doesn't make any sense. i should want to open up to you, but i just didn't want you to think any less of me."
his dad raised him to think men didn't cry, men weren't weak, instilling the phrase 'man up' deep into his vocabulary. so, i understand why he had those reservations to open up. but, it's the fact that he went to her, of all people. and she stood at the bar, nursing his whiskey while her hand gently rubbed his arm and she looked at him with bambi eyes.
it hurt.
i sniffle, tears falling down my cheeks. "why her though? what about her was so much more comforting and trusting than your own fucking girlfriend, rafe!" my voices raises slightly in pain, and i take a deep breath, turning so my back was facing him.
"babyâ"
"don't." i snap, turning back to him. "don't call me that, don't do that."
he sighs in frustration, his hand coming up to his head and clenching in and out of a fist.
i sigh, rolling my eyes. "what'd you come up here to say, what do you want?"
his eyes soften and he pauses, looking over my features. "toâto i don't know, i was worried. i saw you up here i-i couldn't justââ
"rafe, you don't get to be worried." i sigh, turning around and going to sit on my bed.
he runs a hand over his hair, his jaw clenching. "i'm sorry, okay? i-i don't care about her, alright? everytime i look at her, i just wish she was you."
i scoff. "wow, that's music to my ears." i say sarcastically.
he rolls his eyes. "alright, c'mon, you know i'm not good at this shit."
"no, please continue telling me how you are with someone else but think about me while you fuck her."
he groans. "y/n, that's not what i fucking said! that's not what i meant, at all! you know that!"
i roll my eyes, throwing my arms up at my sides. i stand from the bed. "you think that makes me feel good?" i scoff. "hearing you say you regret everything and that she means nothing? that you look at her and think of me? you think that makes me forgive you?"
"no, no of course not--"
"why couldn't you just come to me?" i ask, my voice breaking. "i tell you everything, because i trust you. you know everything about me. and you couldn't open up to me about your grief? but you could open up to someone you don't even know?" tears slip down my cheeks as my eyebrows furrow. i look up at him confused, just trying to understand.
"i-i don't know. it was fucking stupid alright? i guess i-i was just embarassed. i wanted to be strong for you, and i wasn't." he sighs, his voice breaks the slightest bit. "look, i-i can't fuckin' be without you, alright. this has been the worst month of my life, baby. please. even if it kills me, i need you. even if it kills you. i can't breathe without you."
i hiccup through tears, my eyes not leaving his at his confession. my breathing slows. i notice his eyes tear up, something i've never seen from him before. i study his eyes as they water. searching for lies, for manipulation, but it wasn't there. he doesn't lie to me, he never does. even though he makes shitty choices, even though he is so bad for me, he's never once lied to me.
"i can't let you go. even if i should. i know i'm a shitty boyfriend, alright? but, i-i'm tryin' okay? i'm fucking trying. i know i don't deserve you. i know i should let you go, but i can't. no one can care about you like i do. even if they're better for you, they'll never care and protect you like i do."
i take a deep, shaken breath. it was true. how could we be so bad for each other, but not want anyone else? i say i hate him, but it's not true. how can you hate and love someone at the same time? it hurts, but it hurts so good.
"rafe.." i sniffle, my voice cracking.
"don't cry, please. i hate seein' you cry." he steps closer to me till he's right in front of me. and he does what i least expected. he gets on his knees right in front of me. his hands find their home on my hips as he clings to me like a vice. "please." he whispers. "i promise, i'll try to be better. i-i'll talk to you. i do trust you, okay? i was just scared."
a sob escapes my lips as i look down at him, my hand naturally coming to the back of his neck. no matter what, we always came back. every time. our wounds were ripped open over and over again by each other. then every single time, a few weeks later, we'd come back and kiss them better.
my hand moves from the back of his neck to his cheek, my thumb moving against the skin gingerly. "okay." i whisper through tears.
and once again, we bandaged up the cut that always bleeds.
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Ok yes but also I wanted him to protect Kathy so bad and it just. Never happened đđ
We can fix it with fanfiction ;) Enjoy another one shot to pair with my Benny x Bunny series! Again this isn't the next part, just a little idea I had!
Word Count-2.2k+
Summary- Head wounds look a lot worse than they actually are, at least that's what you were trying to tell Benny, but he was so worried, you doubt he's hearing you.
Warnings- Blood, Violence
Broken Glass (Benny Cross x Shy!Reader)
The bar was crowded. Youâd never seen so many Vandals gathered in one place in a long time. With an abundance of fresh faces wearing the colors, it was almost like a completely new club.Â
Your knee bounced as anxiety manifested itself into your body. You werenât so nervous of the familiar faces that sat around your table. Johnny, Brucie, Gail, Kathy, Wahoo, Corky â those people no longer made you nervous. They were family now. It was all the onslaught of new Vandals that cursed, shouted and drank across the room.Â
A warm hand encased your knee, pressing down, firmly locking your foot to the ground. You smiled as Benny leaned into you, his lips softly touching your neck in a gentle kiss. His way of calming your nerves. And it worked every time.Â
âAlright, Iâm gonna break the bad news to âem,â Johnny announced as he stood from his chair. The bad news was that some new members of the Vandals had been running up the tab at the bar and not paying for it. An entire week had gone by without them paying for any of their drinks â and they drank a lot.
Brucie stood next to him, cranking his neck to the side with a pop. âThis oughta go over well.â
âIt doesnât have to be a fight,â Johnny muttered with a sigh. Despite running one of the most revered motorcycle clubs in the midwest, Johnny was surprisingly non confrontational at times. He knew what needed to be done, he just didnât like having to do it. âNot everything has to be a fight. Itâs just going to be a conversation.â
âGood luck!â you smiled, giving him a thumbs-up.Â
âThanks, kid,â Johnny answered with his usual reserved patience for you and the two left, weaving their way through the crowded room. Benny started to stand too, but you grabbed onto his arm, tugging firmly at his jacket sleeve.
âItâs not gonna be a fight, Benny. Please donât make it a fight.â You pleaded quietly, giving him your best doe-eyed look that you knew could get you almost anything you wanted.Â
âI ainât gonna make it a fight,â Benny argued but reluctantly sat back down next to you. âI can be civil.â
History begged to differ, you wanted to say but instead lifted your cold bottle of pop to your lips in an excuse not to answer. You laced your fingers with his as you brought his arm back around your shoulder, anchoring him to you.
Minutes ticked by and you fell back into a conversation with Kathy and Gail while Bennyâs attention remained focused on Johnny and the conversation across the crowded bar. Voices rose in shouting and suddenly Johnny was shoved back by one of the new Vandals members. Then fists started flying.Â
âShit,â Benny cursed and, quick as light, slid out from your booth and rushed across the bar to join the fight. You called after him hopelessly, your pleas falling on deaf ears.Â
âYou think these guys will ever think with their brains and not their dicks all the time?â Kathy asked sarcastically as she casually sipped at her beer.
The fight grew larger as more members of the club joined in, and you lost sight of Benny in the tumble. You bit your lip, eyes surveying the crowd anxiously. You hated to see him fight, having cried the first time you witnessed it. It was unfair that he put himself into danger like that, without a care in the world if he got seriously hurt. But that was a part of loving Benny; He was always ready to fight with the drop of a hat.Â
âOh no,â you gasped softly as you saw a man twice his size suddenly appear through the crowd, slamming Benny to the ground.
Standing quickly, you barely heard the warnings of Kathy and Gail for you to stay out of it over the pounding of your heart. You pushed your way through the crowd, desperate to get to Benny, to help him. Bodies knocked into you, sending your hip clashing hard against the pool table, but you continued on, stumbling as you went.Â
Finally you caught sight of him again, this time on top of the other Vandal member, beating down on him mercilessly.
âBenny!â You called out for him, but your voice was lost in the ocean of noise. Your fingertips just barely grazed his shoulder before you were knocked back.Â
Suddenly something connected with the side of your head, a sickening crashing sound, and you were knocked off your feet. White hot pain shot through your elbow as it was the first to hit the floor below you. You landed hard on your side, the wind knocked from your lungs prevented you from crying out. The side of your head erupted in hot pain from the impact and it took you a couple of seconds to even register that you were on the cold ground now. Â
Your ears immediately rang as if you were standing right below a church bell during Sunday service, drowning out all other noise. But the rest of the bar seemed to freeze in shock when they saw you go down, all stunned to see their youngest memberâs girl caught on the losing side of a fight.Â
You blinked hard, vision filling with stars, but you were able to make out the broken glass littering the floor around you. It took you longer than necessary to understand that you had been hit on the side of your head with a beer bottle. Attempting to look up to see the person who hit you, a cry left your throat at the pain of moving your head
Then thatâs when all hell broke loose for the second time in a ten minute span. Johnny appeared in your line of vision, throwing a nasty right hook against the blurry figure of the man who hit you. He went down and a crowd gathered around him, legs kicking and fists flying.Â
You blinked hard again, feeling something warm running down into your right eye as Bennyâs face suddenly materialized before you.
âBâBenny?â Your voice sounded so small and you hated the way you couldnât tell if he was real or just an illusion of the person you wanted most when you were scared.Â
âOh my god.â His voice sounded strained and you wanted to ask him if he was okay, if he was hurt, but your body felt oddly disconnected from your mind.
He moved closer to you, the glass shards crunching beneath his boots, and he slid one hand behind your back and the other under your knees. Then suddenly you were being lifted in the air, carried away from the chaos of the bar. Benny used his boot to kick open the back door and a rush of cool breeze greeted you first as he relocated you to Kathyâs pickup truck in the back parking lot. Pausing at the rear of the truck, he used the hand under your knees to lower the tailgate. He placed you into a sitting position on the bed of the truck, stepping between your legs, his face is right back in front of yours again.Â
The afternoon sun hanging low in the west gave you enough light to inspect his face for any injuries. Thereâs a split forming on his bottom lip. You reached forward and touched the injury with a fingertip, trying to gauge the severity. He would need to put ice on it before the swelling started. Although you canât find any other noticeable signs of injury, his face was so contorted in torment, in. . . something else you had never seen before. Not quite anger, youâve seen that plenty of times (never directed at you).
You tried to catch his eye, but he was so focused on the spot above your brow where your hairline met your forehead. He retrieved a bandana from his jeans and moved forward. Instinctively, you leaned away, your own hand reaching up to touch the spot that drummed with pain. Warm, sticky substance covered that place and you pulled your hand back to discover deep crimson dripping from your fingers.Â
âYouâre bleedinâ real bad,â Benny said and only then did you realize that was your blood on your fingers. He tried again and this time you didnât pull away as he gently pressed the bandana to your flesh. You gasped at the contact, squeezing your eyes shut from the sting.
âI know, baby.â His voice was barely above a whisper. âBut youâre bleedinâ real bad.â
You knew that, you wanted to say. You could see it on your fingers, that awful deep red glistening in the sunlight. Your fingers blurred slightly and you blinked a few times to try to clear your vision. But it wasnât your vision, you realized, it was your hands shaking. Suddenly aware of the sensation, you noticed your whole body was trembling.Â
Another voice sounded beside you.
âOh my god. Is she okay?â It was Kathy, you knew without even looking up.
âI need some water.â Benny said. âPlease.â
That's when you realized it was fear in his voice. Youâd never heard Benny sound so desperate, so scared. You wanted to grab his hand and tell him that you were okay, that you just needed a moment for the ringing in your ears to stop and then youâd be alright. Really, it was him that you were more worried about than anything else. You looked back up at his face, eyes falling on his split lip once more.Â
âIâIâm okay, Benny,â you whispered, reaching for the bandana.
His free hand locked around your wrist, pulling it away from your head, stopping you from removing the bandana. âDonât touch it, honey.â
The pain was subsiding, you wanted to say, even if it wasnât really. You just wanted to calm him down. He let your wrist slide through his grasp and you reached out to gently touch his lip. âAre you okay?â
âAm I okay?â he repeated incredulously, brows knitted together. âBunny, youâre bleeding like you just took on an army and youâre asking me if Iâm okay?â
âHead injuries bleed a lot more . . . Theyâre heavy bleeders because of the blood flow to your brain.â You attempted to ease his worry with your fun fact.Â
He looked unconvinced, pulling back the bandana to peek. âYeah, whereâd you hear that? One of your books?â
âYeah,â you smiled sheepishly at him and Bennyâs heart squeezed at the sight. You were so. . . small. So fragile looking sitting here with his bandana pressing against your pretty little head, legs hanging off the tailgate. Benny had to remind himself to take a breath, to focus on controlling his shaking hands. Had to tell himself to be strong for you. You needed him now. He'd be there for you.
Kathy returned with a bottle of water and Benny moved to the side a little, still firmly pressing his hand against your head. âFor her hands,â he said.
She uncapped the bottle and gently pulled your hands out over the edge as she poured a stream of the cool water to rinse the crimson from your skin. You glanced down and made a sound. âAww, no. My shirt. . .â
Benny followed your gaze to the once baby pink shirt now stained with booze and fresh anger coursed through his veins, setting his head swirling with images of strangling the man who touched his girl. You were one of the few good thing - pure thing - left in his world and the fact that someone dared to touch you, to hurt you, set Benny's jaw so tightly that he thought his teeth might crack. Â
With the creak from the backdoor opening, Johnny and Brucie came out, rounding the truck.Â
âHowâs she?â Johnny asked and Benny glanced at his friend. Whatever expression Benny must have shot him caused Johnny to grimace. He moved closer to the two, putting a comforting hand on Bennyâs shoulder. âLemme see.â
Reluctantly, Benny lowered the bandana and Johnny hummed.
âAlright, ainât that bad,â Johnny assured calmly and nodded at you as he spoke. âAinât that bad. The head bleeds a lot, always looks worse than it is.â
âSee? I told you.â You quipped, fingers finding the beltloops of his jeans and pulling him lightly. Benny sighed through his nose.Â
âSheâs gonna need stitches,â Brucie spoke from behind.Â
âCan you take her to the hospital?â Benny asked Kathy who nodded instantly as she stepped forward and replaced his hands as he moved back.
âWoah woah, what do you think youâre doinâ in the meantime?â Johnny questioned, already knowing what Benny planned to do.
âIâm gonna go kill him,â Benny declared as if it were obvious.
âNo, Bennyââ you started but Benny had already pulled away from you, making his way back to the door. He already planted the seed in his mind. He wouldnât let anyone do anything to you and still have the ability to walk above the ground. This guy needed to be six feet under already. It was Johnnyâs hand who grabbed his upper arm, Johnny who stopped him in his tracks.
âNo, Benny,â he said quietly, leaning into Bennyâs space. âYou ainât goinâ back in there.â
âHeââ Benny started, unable to get the image of you laying on the floor of the bar out of his head. He wanted to kill him. He wanted him to hurt. He didnât care if heâd be arrested for it. Heâd been arrested for a lot less before.Â
âNo,â Johnnyâs voice cut him off. âYou go take care of Bunny now. Weâll take care of this piece of shit. Hey, you hear me? Weâll take care of it.â
Benny held Johnnyâs intense gaze as he considered his next move. He wanted to be the one to take care of it, but the severity in Johnnyâs voice, the rigid way his shoulders fell up and down with his breath, the carefully selected wordsâ Benny knew that this man who hurt you would never be a problem again. Johnny wouldnât let him be because you were an integral part of the Vandals. And they protected their own.Â
âOkay,â Benny relented, taking a step back, eyes flickering to your small form still sitting on the tailgate. When he looked back at Johnny, the glint of his brass knuckles caught his eye as he pulled them from his pocket, sliding it snuggly over his fingers.
âGo take Bunny to the hospital. Weâll meet you there when weâre finished.â
"Okay," Benny repeated and he believed him.
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đŸđšđčđ”đ°đ”đźđș: shy!reader, playful teasing, the pet name mouse, some suggestive dialogue but nothing explicit.Â
đșđŒđŽđŽđšđčđ: the reader has always had a huge crush on remus. the girls find out and marlene accidentally lets it get back to remus.Â
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    âmorning, mouse.â
    thereâs a teasing touch to remusâs voice as he slides into the seat beside you. you glance at him out of the side of your eye as you take your potions textbook out of your bag, placing it gently on the table. a huff leaves your lips.
     âare you lot ever gonna let that go?â you frown, crossing your arms as you turn to him.Â
     thereâs a soft smile playing on his lips, and a chuckle from sirius behind him as he joins the pair of you at the table.
     ânever gonna forget the look on mcgonagallâs face when she turned around,â says sirius brightly. you scowl at him, wanting to wipe the stupid amused grin right off of his face.Â
    âshut up,â you say.
     âit wasnât so bad. you had a rather cute little snoutâŠâ remus touches a finger to the tip of his nose, his smile slowly changing from gentle to a rather shit-eating one.Â
    âoh come on, how many people can say they turned themselves into a mouse, y/n? takes proper skill to cast a spell without realizing your wand is turned the wrong way.âÂ
    your face flushes pink. âiâi was distracted!â you defend.Â
    âdistracted, thatâs right⊠chatting away to moony and casting spells at the same time. howâve you gone this long without blowing yourself to pieces?â
    you stick your tongue out at him, shoving his shoulder and laughing as he tumbles halfway off of his seat. he catches himself, making a face as he regains his spot.Â
    âwatch yourself, black,â you threaten. âhowâd you like to be a dog permanently?â
    âdouble check youâve your wand turned the right way âround this time, yeah?â
    thereâs a thumping noise as you backhand his arm, and he winces dramatically.
    âall right, you two,â says remus, voice amused. âslughornâs here.â
    chastised, you and sirius settle into your seats. the chattering of the rest of the class settles, and professor slughorn directs you to open your books to the correct chapter. you shift in your seat, glancing over at remus as he gathers his potions ingredients. his elbow nudges yours as he adjusts his cauldron.
    âsorry, mouse,â he says offhandedly. though you insist you hate the silly nickname, the sound of him saying it makes your stomach do a little flip. your neck and ears burn, but you say nothing, instead focusing on the task at hand. sirius is distracted by james mouthing something at him across the classroom, which has caught lilyâs attention as well. her gaze catches you for a second, and you hope sheâs too far away to see the flustered expression decorating your features as you scramble to start on your potion.
    invested in your textbook, you donât notice when james makes his way over to your table, peering into your cauldrons as he returns from the class stores, having run out of one of his ingredients. âwonder why old sluggyâs got us brewing beautification potions,â he comments, making a face as he peers from siriusâs potion to remusâs.Â
    âprobably heard about y/nâs incident in transfiguration,â said sirius slyly, nudging your shoulder. your mouth falls open as james laughs.
     âpads,â remus warns, throwing him a sharp glance.
    siriusâs clear eyes dart between you and remus, and he holds his hands up in surrender. âsorry,â he says, âdidnât mean it, honest. yâknow i think youâre fit, y/n.â he flashes a smile, turning on the charm.
     you roll your eyes. âyouâre a right git, you know that?â
     âoh, come on. iâd have snogged the lights out of you by now if lily didnât have her bloody rules,â he continues, back to his potion. james sniggering laugh fades as he returns to his table with lily and peter.Â
     ââm going to pretend i didnât hear that,â says remus.
     âlikewise,â you agree, an incredulous laugh bubbling in your chest. sirius responds with a noncommittal shrug, sprinkling a handful of rose petals into his potion without a care in the world.Â
Ë àŁȘâË àŁȘ
    âso, mouse, howâd your study session in the library go?â the sound of the nickname coming in lilyâs teasing voice causes your face to burn hot.Â
    you turn towards her, having just pulled your nightgown over your head. you make a face, raking a hand through your hair as you flop onto your bed. marleneâs sprawled on her stomach at the end of your bed, flicking through a muggle magazine that lily brought back from holiday.Â
    ânot you too!â you complain, sighing heavily.
    âiâm only teasing,â she says, leaning against the windowsill with her arms crossed over her chest. her lips are curled up in amusement, features slightly shadowed by the moonlight spilling in through the window behind her.
    âiâll never be y/n again. iâm gonna be mouse for the rest of my life at this rate,â you grumble, frustrated. âi mean, you accidentally transfigure yourself one time, and suddenly youâve got a stupid nickname for lifeâŠâ
    marlene giggles at your dramatics, dropping the magazine onto your bed. âi think youâll be okay. seems like james and sirius have gotten all of their fun out of itâŠâ she trailed thoughtfully. âsirius was having the most fun with it, and even he was back to calling you y/n by the end of dinner.â
    âremus, though,â lily begins, her eyes flashing with mischief. âseems like he really likes it.â
    you swallow hard, trying not to think of the way your heart pounds at the sound of the silly nickname in his voice. tearing your eyes away from lily, you try to mask the embarrassment blooming on your face. even when the pair of you went to the library after your evening meal, he had taken to calling you âmouseâ without even realizing it. almost affectionately. youâd been reeling with butterflies the entire time, unable to focus on studying for your upcoming exams.Â
    âkind of endearing, isnât it?â continues marlene. âi mean, he gets this dreamy sort of look in his eyes when heâs talking to you⊠and itâs sort of a sweet nickname, if you think about itâŠâ
    âoh, come on,â you interject, as if theyâre being ridiculous.Â
    âno, honestly, y/n, youâre a bit oblivious,â lily adds. âhe definitely thinks youâre fit.â
    marlene smiles as you glance between the two of them, nodding her head in agreement. âand donât lie and say you donât feel the same way,â she warns.
    âguysââ
    lily narrows her eyes at you, âno lying.â
    âi see you going all starry-eyed when youâre with him!â marlene sits up at the end of your bed, clasping her hands in her lap as she looks at you expectantly. âiâd bet ten galleons you curl up in your bed at night and dream of snogging remus lupin.â
    âoh my godric,â you mutter, placing your hands to your burning face. you canât bear to look either of them in the eye. you hate that they know you so well, and even worse that youâre doing a horrible job of hiding your crush on one of your best friends. itâs a miracle that no oneâs gone blasting it all over the school yet.Â
    âso itâs true?â lily prompts, leaning in to better hear your admission of guilt.
    you huff, âdonât make me admit it.â your voice comes out as a whine, and thatâs how they know theyâve got you. your secret has been exposed, and theyâre having a giggling fit over it.Â
    ânext thing you know weâll be finding moony and the mouse, curled up snogging in the common room,â says marlene, sounding smug.Â
    âshut up,â you plead, though you canât help the stupid smile that comes onto your lips as you shake your head.Â
    âbreaking all sorts of rules,â says lily. âincluding mine!â
    lilyâs one explicit rule: no marauders hooking up with her friends. a tried and true method of keeping the boys (mostly sirius) out of yours and marleneâs pants. itâs been foolproof.
    âoh, shove it with the rules, evans,â marlene retorts. âyouâd forget all about them once the four of you can go on silly little double dates.â
    you feign a gag, and it sends them both into fits of laughter. âi am not going on any double dates.â
    âno,â says lily, breathless, âi donât think remus would like that very much, eitherâŠâ
Ë àŁȘâË àŁȘ
    âwhereâs your chaperone, mckinnon?â itâs sirius, lounging on one of the sofas in the gryffindor common room. his wand is in his hand, flicking back and forth as he sends a tiny spark of light bouncing around the common room. heâs bored, waiting for the return of remus and james, probably to cause some trouble.
    marlene crosses her arms over her chest. âsheâs wrapped around your best friend, black,â she says, a faux-disgusted look plastered on her face. âtheyâre in a broom closet, snogging each otherâs faces offâŠâ
    âugh,â sirius says, dropping his wand as he leans up on his elbows to meet marleneâs gaze. âi showed james that bloody closet. now heâs gone and defiled itâŠâ he flops back onto the couch, looking slightly sickened.Â
    âcanât keep their hands off each other, the pair of them,â sirius continues after a moment.
    marlene laughs, settling into one of the plush armchairs near the sofa sirius occupies. âyouâre telling me.â
    âwhat about moony?â sirius asks.Â
    âstudying with y/n.â
    sirius nods, having expected that answer. âyâknow, theyâre as bad as lily and james. worse, i think,â he says. âitâs a nightmare, having to watch him fawn over her like a little lost puppy. i mean, âm supposed to be the canine hereâŠâ he shakes his head.
    âyou should hear y/n,â marlene counters. sheâs not thinking as she speaks to sirius, not realizing sheâs going on about your crush that you explicitly asked her not to discuss with anyone, especially not james or sirius. âthe girlâs just dreaming of being shoved into a broom closet with remus. i wish theyâd get over themselves and get a room.âÂ
    thereâs a second of quiet between them, before marlene realizes what sheâs just done. her eyes widen, and she blinks as sirius turns to look at her. she opens her mouth, though no words come out for a moment. âsiriusââ
    âwell, i donât know about shoving butââ
    âsirius, listen to me,â marlene threatens, her voice sharp. âyou canât say anything. please. y/n will kill me.â
    âah, marls, that ship has sailed,â he laughs, sitting up. âmoonyâs in for a treat.â he practically leaps from his place on the sofa, looking awfully haughty as he plans to expose the blooming feelings between the two of his friends.Â
    âsirius!â she hisses. âiâll give you five galleons to keep it to yourself. please.â
     sirius tuts, shaking his head. âsorry, love. iâve no need for your money. besides, iâm doing all of us a favor here.â
     marlene deflates before him, feeling extremely defeated as she watches sirius leave the common room, a new swagger in his step. dread clouds her senses as she realizes sheâs going to have to tell you that she revealed your crush on remus.Â
Ë àŁȘâË àŁȘ
     âyouâre looking awfully chipper this morning,â comments sirius, eyes skirting over you as you join him in the corridor.Â
    âitâs hogsmeade weekend,â you say simply, hooking your arm through his to lead him down to the entry hall. it seems the rest of your friends have left already, none of them keen on waiting for you to return from the greenhouses this morning after helping professor sprout harvest flobberworm mucous for extra credit. âthanks for waiting for me, by the way.â
    âsomeone had to,â he says, sounding a bit sheepish.Â
    you roll your eyes, used to his faux disdain at your expense. âhowâs moony?â you ask as you join the rest of the students making their way down to hogsmeade. the full moon was a couple nights ago, and you hadnât seen your beloved lycanthrope in far too long. he tended to avoid you when it was, ahem, that time of the month, and though you thought it was unnecessary during the day, you understood. sirius and james could deal with him when he was in that state, but none of them liked to risk having you or the girls anywhere near his furry little problem. it was thoughtful, honestly.Â
    âexhausted,â replies sirius. âhe wanted to wait for you, but lily didnât want to leave him alone. reckon she was scared heâd fall asleep standing up and get a concussion.â
    you laugh half-heartedly and wonder why remus didnât decide to stay behind and get some sleep. you worried about him, oftentimes wondering if he was truly taking care of himself properly. each time he went out to the shrieking shack he returned with new scars, looking more and more ill as the weeks went on. it was a wonder he was managing his classes and keeping decent marks.Â
    you chatter back and forth as you make your way to hogsmeade, sirius recounting their latest excursion in the shrieking shack. you finally make it to hogsmeade, spotting lilyâs bright hair shining in the sun, and the goofy look on jamesâs face as he does some impersonation of one of your classmates, that you just happen to catch the tail-end of.
    âwhoâs that youâre mocking, prongs?â you raise your eyebrows, arms crossed as the group begins marching towards the three broomsticks.Â
    âiâll have a guess,â says sirius. he thinks it over for a second, then a lightbulb seems to go off in his head. âthat hufflepuff fifth year, whatâs his name? the burly one, tried out for seeker and wrecked his broom into the stands?â
    james erupts into a fit of cackling laughter, nodding his head. âyes, yes!â he claps, looking quite pleased with his interpretation of the hufflepuff boyâs less than graceful dismount. remus laughs softly, while marlene rolls her eyes.Â
    ânot everyone is as adept as you on a broomstick, potter,â says marlene.
    âiâm only joking,â james says, shrugging. ââsides, itâs not like anyoneâs gonna tell the poor guy. what he doesnât know, wonât hurt him.â the dark-haired boy winks as he opens the door to the three broomsticks, waving you all inside.Â
    you nudge remus in the side as you stand in the crowd, waiting to push through the gaggles of students to find a table big enough to fit all of you.Â
    âhello, mouse,â he says, voice tired although heâs sporting his usual smile. sirius was right. he looks awfully haggard, and a lot like he should be in bed instead of traipsing through hogsmeade.Â
    âhow are you feeling?â you ask, concerned. your conversation is overshadowed by the chatter all around you, which youâre thankful for. itâs unlikely anyone could overhear the two of you discussing his delicate situation.Â
    âi could go for a long nap,â he says, truthfully. âmissed you, though.â
    your heart leaps in your chest, and a shy half-smile finds its way to your lips. âyou donât have to exhaust yourself just to see me, rem,â you say, flushed.Â
    âi donât mind.â he shrugs. his hand bumps yours as you stand, watching sirius push through a crowd of confused looking third-years, heading for a table in the corner. he hooks one finger with yours for half a second, before the two of you are following your friends to the table.Â
    you swear the touch sends your whole body vibrating, your heart beating loudly enough that youâre sure everyone in the pub can hear it. you take your seat, head swimming as you settle down and order a butterbeer when madame rosmerta comes for your orders.Â
    after the three broomsticks, your group splits up. james and sirius flit off to spintwitches sporting needs, james muttering something about new quidditch gloves. marlene and lily run into mary macdonald outside of honeydukes. which leaves you and remus.
    âright, mouse, where to?â remus looks to you for direction, having brightened up a bit since having something to drink. heâs much less ill-looking, although you notice a fresh scar creeping up from beneath the neckline of his sweater. your eyes skirt over the wound, but you jerk your attention away before he notices.Â
    âhow about gladrags?â you wonder aloud. âi saw a nice blouse in there on the last hogsmeade weekend. âcourse, i talked myself out of buying it at the time, but i really want itâŠâ you realize that youâre rambling, and stop before you can embarrass yourself.Â
    âafter you,â he offers his arm, and you try not to look flustered as you take it.Â
    gladrags is empty as ever, very few wizards doing any clothing shopping at this time of year, it seems. the cashier is an ancient elderly lady, who shouts hello at you as you enter. you reply, but sheâs got hearing problems, and youâre not loud enough. remus shouts a greeting back, earning a smile from the lady and a fit of giggles from you.
    âpoor old woman,â remus says, amused.
    âhush,â you say quietly, although thereâs no risk of her accidentally hearing you.
    âsorry,â he says, eyes still crinkled as he smiles. ânow, where is this lovely blouse?â he inquires, quirking an eyebrow. you finger through the racks, looking for the pale-coloured, silken fabric. you finally find it, the last shirt on a very back rack.Â
    âwhat do you think?â you ask, holding the fabric up against your front, peering down at it.
    âhmmm,â remus examines the fabric, taking the tail of it between his fingers. âlooks like a blouse.âÂ
    you roll your eyes. âthis is why i donât go shopping with boys,â you say, laughing softly.Â
    âmaybe you should try it on,â he suggests. âiâm sure it looks better on.â
    you nod. âgood idea,â you flit off to the changing rooms. remus waits for you, your coat draped over his arm as he waits for you to change, listening to you curse as you fiddle with the buttons on the blouse. you adjust the lace outlining the neckline and the sleeves, smoothing the fabric as you eye yourself in the mirror.Â
    âokay, rem, what do you think?â you thrust open the curtain to the changing room. remusâs eyes widen a tad, and you swear thereâs a flush of pink across his cheeks. he forces his gaze up from the dip in the silken fabric that accentuates your chest, and meets your eyes. you shift under his gaze, looking hopeful.
    âerm,â he clears his throat, brushing a strand of hair off of his forehead. âmuch better on, absolutely. very pretty, mouse.â
    âi thought so, too,â you agree, turning away and sweeping the curtain shut behind you. outside, you hear him swear under his breath and the sound of shuffling. your hands tremble a bit, your nerves getting the better of you. the complement, coupled with the bloody nickname. itâs enough to have your head spinning, wishing you could just grab him by the shoulders and kiss him silly. in your mindâs eye you see the almost bashful look in his eyes as he took in the sight of you, and you canât focus on anything else.Â
    after a few moments of struggling with the stupid buttons, unable to undo them, you hear his voice on the other side of the door.
    âokay in there?â he asks, closer now. the sound of his voice sends a jolt through you.
    âiâm all right,â you respond. âcanât get these bleeding buttons undone.â
    itâs quiet for a second. âneed help, mouse?â
    you freeze. he sounds like he genuinely wants to help. you tell yourself heâs just a friend offering help to his friend. deep down, though, youâre hopeful. maybe your feelings are not as one-sided as you thoughtâŠÂ
    you struggle with the buttons for another second, then concede. you peek out of the changing room, ensuring there are no witnesses, before dragging him inside by the sleeve of his sweater. thereâs a split second of tension, his gaze finding your half-unbuttoned blouse before it lands on your clearly flustered expression.Â
    he laughs gently. your brows pull together.
    âwhatâs funny?â you ask, frowning.Â
    ââm sorry,â he says, shaking his head. âlet me justâŠâ he trails, hanging up your discarded coat before his nimble fingers come to the buttons on your chest. goosebumps rise on your skin, and you try not to shiver. you follow his movements, his face screwed up in concentration as he fiddles with the tricky buttons.
    âiâm starting to rethink this purchase, considering itâs a nightmare getting off,â you say, pressing your lips together as his eyes flick up to your face. he smiles, amused.Â
    âi think you should get it,â remus says.
    âyou think so?â
    âyeah. especially if youâll be needing my help taking it off more often.â you swear he winks at you, and your knees turn into jelly. has he really just said that? you blink for a second, one of your hands coming up to stop his fingers from unhooking the buttons.
    âmoonyâŠâ
    âwhat?â he looks up at you, a teasing glint in his pale brown eyes.Â
    your cheeks are pink, and your eyes dreamy as you look at him. his skin is warm where your hand is clasped around his, and despite his exhaustion, heâs never felt more alive.
    âiâ sorry,â he says, âyou justâ you look very beautiful. and i think it would be a waste not to buy this blouse when it wouldnât look nearly as good on anyone else.â his voice has gone quiet. he swallows before continuing. âsirius said... well, maybe he was lying, but he said you have feelings for me... and i just wanted you to know that i feel the same.â
    the butterflies in your stomach have turned to dragons, ravaging your insides. youâre pressed close to him, close enough to feel his breath fanning over your skin. inside your chest, your heart is beating fast enough that youâre sure itâs going to burst any second. with your free hand, you reach up and slowly trace the new scar on his neck, up to his face. you cup his cheek, your thumb swiping just beneath his clear eyes.
    âcan i kiss you, mouse?â he asks, the question barely audible.
    âi would like that,â you say simply.
    thereâs a split second of hesitation, before heâs pulling you into him. his lips are softer than you expected, gently parting to deepen the kiss. you tighten your grasp around his hand, and your other hand snakes around to curl into the hair at the nape of his neck. he presses closer to you, very lightly, as if youâre delicate. you hum against his mouth, your head swimming as you finally force yourself to part ways. the blouse is still halfway undone, forgotten between the two of you. youâre drunk on his presence, wishing you were back in the castle so you could have him all to yourself, for as long as youâd like.
    âweâum, do you want to get out of here?â you suggest, pressing your lips together. the ghost of his mouth against yours is driving you crazy. you feel incomplete without him wrapped around you. you want him touching you, forever.
    âletâs get this off, quick,â he says, nodding. he struggles for another second with the pesky buttons, and then youâre slipping the blouse over your shoulders. remus adverts his gaze, and you canât help but smile. such a gentleman. you adore him.Â
    âis the coast clear?â you wonder, once youâre dressed and ready to go.
    âthink weâre all right,â he says. he leads you to the front counter, and generously pays for your new blouse, which he admits he likes very much.Â
    âin fact,â he says as you exit the shop, âi think you should wear it again tonight.â
    âreally?â you ask, unable to mask the beaming smile on your face.Â
    âmhmm,â he agrees, interlacing your fingers as he leads you down the street, in search of the rest of your friends. âactually, i think itâd be quite nice tomorrow night, too⊠and the night after that, and after thatâŠâ he trails, grinning as you smack him playfully on the arm.Â
    it seems the rest of the group have been searching for you for a while, lily approaching with an exasperated look on her face.
    âwhere have you two been?â she asks.Â
    âweâve been looking everywhere,â adds marlene.
    âsorryââ you begin, but youâre cut off by sirius, who takes a step closer to peer at the two of you.
    âwhy have you got that look on your face, moony?â he narrows his gaze at remus, who shrugs. âand youââ he turns to you â--your lips are all swollen. oh! merlin, youâve been off swapping saliva havenât you?â he makes a very long, exaggerated gagging noise to which james offers loud laughter.
    âoh, shut up, sirius,â you mutter, shoving him as you begin your walk back to the castle. âyouâre just mad that no oneâs offered to swap saliva with you.â
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house-husband!Nanami x fem!reader
fluffy fluff, teeny tiny allusion to sex
part 1 | part 2 | part 3
Kento hates work. "work is shit!" he said. he ran away from his life as a sorcerer to become a salaryman so he could make enough money to retire and live in peace, far away from people.
he only quit working as a salaryman and chose to be a sorcerer again because he deemed it less idiotic, and of course less depressing after experiencing the misery of the mundane day-to-day life. and he'd have less amount of regret about wasting his time and his work not having any significant impact on anyone.
but life as a sorcerer is far from easy. experiencing failure after failure, losing his friends and students, failing to save the common people, it had taken a heavy toll on him and nearly made him an alcoholic which caused a surge of self-hatred and disgust inside him.
he felt undeserving of your love so he tried to distance himself from you and it absolutely broke your heart to see him like that until you swooped in and took his hand to pull him out of the swamp created by the anguish and torment of the life as a sorcerer. so after witnessing how worn out and stressed he had become due to his work, you sat him down to discuss the situation.
he was hesitant at first when you suggested it, not wanting to burden you any further, but you mentioned how much you love your job and you're in for a promotion soon due to being one of the top employees.
you truly wanted to take the heavy burden off his shoulders and offer some solace instead which you did anyway only by existing, but this newly bloomed idea was a step further towards the life he always dreamed of. so eventually after some more coaxing and persuasion, he came around to the idea.
so he went to Yaga and blurted out, "I quit." and exited the room with no further explanation much to the principal's dismay and shouts of disagreement, but he simply didn't care as he left Jujutsu High for good this time with a faint smile on his face.
it really is a dream come true. he's finally free. and of course he picks up baking considering his obsession with bread and if you share this obsession with him or if you have a sweet tooth, you're in for a treat. he tries a new recipe every day. he has a keen eye for different ingredients and he's a natural at it with how meticulous he is.
he always wakes up before you, taking a moment to admire your beauty illuminated by the morning sunlight. your eyes slowly flutter open, "good morning, sweetheart." he greets which is returned by a sweet kiss on his lips.
and of course sometimes this ends up with your bodies tangled together beneath the sheets as you both pant heavily while giggling, not caring if you'll be late for work.
then eventually after some whining and some more kissing, you detangle your bodies and finally leave the bed.
he makes you breakfast and helps you gather your stuff and get ready for work.
he packs your lunch and always leaves a lovely cute note on it.
he goes over the shopping list you had written the day before while you're gone and makes sure you have everything you need, replaces your used up beauty products if you use any.
also makes sure that every appliance in the house is in perfect shape and if anything needs fixing, he's on it before you even notice it. after all, he wouldn't want his lovely, hardworking wife be bothered by such things.
you never come home empty-handed, always bringing back something for him, flowers or a tie, or simply something that reminded you of him. you always make sure to mention how grateful you are to have him in your life and how much you appreciate him.
"these for me?" he asks with a soft smile which is rare and only you get to witness, "for you, my love." you reply placing another kiss on his lips and handing him the flowers.
once you're at the door exhausted out of your mind, he's there to greet you with a sweet kiss, take off your coat and pick you up, carrying you to the bathroom and gently placing your weary body inside the tub which he has prepared for you.
he sits by the tub and feeds you the delicious meal he has made if you're too tired to do it yourself, and then comes the sweet treat he's made that day which always makes you moan at the first bite, "you're so good at this! fuck!" you say, making him chuckle.
he joins you in the tub after your whiny, yet cute voice calls out to him and you rest between his legs, your back pressed against his firm chest as he holds you in his strong arms and places gentle, languid kisses on your neck and shoulders.
the water temperature is perfect, not too hot, not too cold. and the aroma of your favorite oils and bathsalts takes over your senses as you take a deep breath out of finally being able to relax.
his big, slightly rough hands travel across your midsection, dancing on your skin, his loving touch eliciting soft moans out of your parted lips as your body melts further into his embrace.
he's truly meant to be a househusbandđ©đ
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âââââ â SKATER.áMATT Ă RICH.áREADER
RICH.áREADER ,, cheetah print. takes no shit. expensive taste. silver jewelry. fur, fur, fur. lip gloss. megan thee stallion coded. always got a sassy comment. knows all the drama. still sheltered despite everything. bad bitch.
SKATER.áMATT ,, beanies. backwards caps. baggy everything. cuts and bruises from skating. never not wearing rings. scratches your initials on the back of one of his boards. dominic fike coded. snarky & sarcastic.
NOTES ,, thank u to bae @lovesickgrlsrh0t for planting these brainworms in my head i fear these two are my literal faves atm </3 also the triplets hit 7m n im so proud of them đđ MDNI thank u
YOU'D KNOWN OF MATT BECAUSE OF A MUTUAL FRIEND. the friend was someone you'd gotten to know at a party, not exactly in your crowd, but the party was one with various people who dabbled in various things. you liked the friend, yeah, and they talked about a friend of theirs called matt, often. a skater, like.. one of those types to get caught trespassing on private property whilst hanging out, or something. not the type to attend nice galas and drink the finest wines in fancy ass outfits.
so you hadn't really cared about him, no. he was just a guy you knew of. and to matt, you were just some stuck-up socialite who he'd happened to go to school with since kindergarten. he didn't hate you, no, but like.. he wasn't exactly fond of you. he wasn't into the whole high life you associated yourself with. so it was obvious: the two of you were total opposites and wouldn't interact ever. especially since it was senior year, why would you in the first place?
turns out, it was actually quite simple. you'd been skipping class, as per usual, but had gotten caught this time. matt hadn't completed his coursework. now? detention, for the both of you. you'd most definitely considered skipping detention, since you had other engagements to attend, but you knew your parents wouldn't let you attend any other engagments for the rest of your senior year if you did. you're very clearly upset about detention, a pout adorning your glossy lips, your eyes fluttering around with not an ounce of enthusiasm.
it was just you and matt, you quickly realise. you stare at him for a minute, eyes narrowing. this catches his attention, and he cocks a brow as he glances up at you, "you get detention for havin' a starin' problem or what?" he's blunt, almost dead pan, rolling his eyes at the sight of you just.. staring at him. this makes your brow furrow, "that ain't no way to treat someone you've never talked to before, is it? jeez." you scoff under your breath, folding your arms over your chest. not wanting to act all petulant infront of the.. barely even a teacher, it's some substitute.
matt's quiet as he watches you sit down, the way you sit a far bit away as if being next to him will degrade the expensive material of your outfit. a scoff escapes him, in a similar fashion to your own, and he shakes his head, glancing away. you have this tendency to.. well, not shut up, so you start whining under your breath about how you were supposed to be at some gala, mingling with other stuffy, rich people but you were here. with him.
matt's just watching you, completely baffled and amused by you. it was absolutely so shallow of you and pretty vapid, ut he found himself a little intrigued. his eyes liked what he was seeing, you're pretty, super pretty. you dress like you know it too. "uh," he starts, "you didn't ask for my two cents on the whole.. gala thing, and i know i ain't the type to even be goin' anywhere near those things, butâcould always pay someone to go for you. you got the money, don't you?" that causes a silence to settle over you, and you're quiet for a minute.
but then you burst out laughing, a sound that matt knows he wants to hear more of. he tries to hide a small smile, but then you're switching up on him the instant you realise you're laughing at something he'd said. "i got the money, but i ain't payin' someone to enjoy the time i was going to. defeats the whole purpose, dumbass." the smile switching to a glare damn near gave him whiplash. his brow furrows once more, and he raises his hands in surrender.
"shit, okay, okay, keep whinin' then," god, he didn't understand you, not at all. you were something, alright. "..'n' who're you callin' a dumbass?" he mumbles under his breath, sighing as he glanced back at the ceiling once more. giving you a quick glare, in return, that ends your conversation quite abruptly. but both of you are intrigued by eachother, clearly.
"you look so out of place here, kid," matt can't help but laugh at you. the said mutual friend from before had invited you to some party at some random guy's house. a birthday party, or some shit. a total lapse of judgement on your part, you knew, and you'd literally snuck out of your parent's place to be there. why the fuck did you do that for? you looked so out of place, he was right. you're stood there like even touching a single thing'll kill you on the spot.
you glare at him instantly, folding your arms under your chest which instantly draws his attention down to your cleavage. you notice, of course, hating the way a warm feeling bubbles in your stomach from how he looks at you. "don't remember ever askin' for your input," your head tilts, "just 'cause you got a pretty face don't mean you needa' go 'round stickin' your head where it don't belong."
"you think i got a pretty face? how sweet," he sticks his tongue out, a soft smirk gracing his lips. he looks good. dark tufts of hair stick out from beneath his beanie, the colourful lights set up causing a nice sheen to glow down onto his face. you're not crushing on him thoughâno, no. he's just some skater. he could never give you what you want. "c'mon, relax a little," he says his words soon after his first few just so you don't get a chance to snap at his cocky remark, catching you off guard.
"i don't know anyone here," you mutter under your breath, fiddling with your expensive necklace, once again drawing his attention downwards. he's pretty sure you're doing it on purpose now, honestly, since you keep doing it. those nails.. he's imagining them wrapped around other things, that's for sure. "you know me," his voice is a little gentler, and he nods over to the kitchen where beer pong is set up, "it'll be fun. loosen' you up a lil' bit." you're skeptical for a moment, but you nod, making your way over with him.
he has to say, he's into how quiet you get when you're somewhere out of your comfort zone. you're not as mouthy, or annoying. as much as he loves your banter, the flirty insults between you two, well.. he likes you like this. "you've never played beer pong?" matt's literally gasping, staring at you like you're insane.
your face scrunches up at that, "well, yeah. no one's playin' beer pong at a party where they serve scotchâ" you shake your head, sighing. he wanted you to loosen up? you'd loosen up. he gives you a look as if to say chill out, before he laughs quietly when you do, in fact, chill out. "i'll teach you. s'easy." his voice is easy, low. and you notice how close he's stood next to you. "you're a quick learner, m'guessin'."
"sure," you roll your shoulders in a shrug, glancing at the beer pong being set up for another round before you look back at matt. "yeah," you affirm after a minute. matt glances at you with a soft, incredulous look before he shakes his head. "c'mon, i don't bite. neither does the beer. at least, it shouldn't." you're calming down with him already, he likes that a lot too.
you'd had another total lapse of judgement, surprise surprise, having been swayed by the inarguably nice night with matt and his stupid, pretty face into becoming fuck buddies. perhaps not your finest moment, but definitely your most pleasurable. he makes you feel good, so, so good. takes away your stress from all your parents expectations, makes you feel taken care of. you two aren't exactly friends with benefits, more like.. people who know eachother, like acquaintances with benefits. but fuck buddies suits you two better.
it'd started off as getting together once, meeting at another party and giving into the raw attraction between you two. he'd had you beneath him, your legs wrapped tight around his hips as he bucked up into you with a brutal pace. his hands grasped at the bed around your head, a bed in which he had no idea whose it was. hey, he needed you, real bad. the logistics of everything hadn't crossed his mind once. "need you," you'd whined, voice breaking a little with how loudly you'd been crying out his name.
"you're gettin' me, baby," he grunted, grasping at the bed a little tighter as you clenched around him, practically trapping him there. his eyes lift up to yours, a flush covering his face at how damn good you feel. "what d'you want?" he growled, all breathless and heavy, like even speaking took a lot out of him. "need you, ahâafter this, too," you couldn't have him just once, that wouldn't be fair. he felt too fucking perfect to only have once.
matt laughs quietly, realising you're on the verge of just babbling from how deep he's fucking you. "shh, sh, i got you," he murmured, lowering his head down to yours to press his lips down against yours to ensure you wouldn't keep talking. between kisses, he whispers, "gonna have me whenever you want, baby. whenever you want." that had you practically squirting, thighs trembling as the movements of his hips stuttered.
he kept up his promise, and whenever you wanted him, you got him. matt didn't want to seem desperate, but he was starting to like you, a lot. those snarky comments and bitchy glares started turning into fond looks and quiet compliments. he wasn't soft on you, he really didn't want to beâbut there he was, letting you practically walk all over him in those expensive heels. it wasn't until a certain moment where you realised you felt the same as he did. he fell first, but god damn it, did you fall harder.
matt's buried so deep inside you, all you can think about, all you want to think about is him. he's overwhelming in the best way, having told you to keep your eyes on his or else he wouldn't give you what you wanted. "eyes on me, baby, wanna see those pretty eyes," he murmured, your legs hiked up onto his shoulders as opposed to his hips this time. you two had been in many different positions with eachother, sure, but this? how close he is? how he's balls deep inside your cunt? can't think straight.
you lift your eyes to his, swallowing thickly as another whine rips from your throat. he coos softly, "there you are. there's my girl," his girl? you're his girl? he's being so soft, and loving, nothing like he's been before or you've ever had before. it's making you feel some kind of way and it feels wrong, but so right at the same time. "makin' such pretty sounds, lookin' so lovely like this.. you take my dick so well."
"mattâ" you gasp softly, trying to bring yourself as close as possible with a swivel of your hips forward. matt groans, his head falling down into the crook of your neck as he slides his hands down to grasp at your thighs. just the feel of the callouses on his hands from various skating accidents has you squealing and whining beneath him. "so good, shit, oh, ohâright there, riiight there.."
"right there? right there?" matt drives himself deeper within you, whining into your skin. his nose brushes against your soft skin, grunting under his breath with each thrust forward of his hips. "i've got you, c'mon, cum 'round my cock for me, let it go, there she is, that's it.." he's thrusting up into you through your orgasm, holding you as close as possible, and even with the pleasure clouding your brain, you're realising that you're most definitely in love.
maybe it's the slow drag of his cock against your walls, as he takes a slower, steadier approach to pounding you into the bedâmaybe it's his sweet words, you don't know, but all of it coming together? you're in love.
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Wet Dreams
Kim Mingyu x Male Reader
cw: sub top himbo (attempt) mingyu, established relationship, somnophilia, pet names, restraints, unprotected sex, blowjob, musk kink, tummy bulge, breeding and facial, dumbification, implied second round.
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mingyu was a heavy sleeper, there could be a tornado right outside his house and he wouldn't open an eye. he is also one of those big muscular dumb guys something that make him cute to some people but for others (yn) it made him even hotter. after some time of knowing each other and watching how their connection grew stronger by the days they decided to be a couple.
one night yn confesses something to mingyu, âyou see, i wish we could go for a second round but you always fall asleepâ he pouts. âaww baby i'm sorryâ the tall apologizes âit's just that being with you makes me feel so good that i want to give you all the pleasureâ, he kisses his forehead and taps his chin as if he was thinking about something.
ânext time even if i fall asleep you can keep doing it with me, if you manage to keep it hardâ...
one morning yn woke up for no reason and he hates that, it was 6:30 am, and when yn wakes up he hardly can go back to sleep. looking for ways to entertain himself at such early hours something under the sheets caught his eyes. mingyu's big dick standing in all his glory forming a tent with the white sheet âwood morning to meâ murmured yn.
he quickly went to his closet and from a drawer he takes out a pair of red ropes that he uses to tie every limb from mingyu to each corner of the bed. the big dumb guy barely moves, it's like he doesn't feel the burning sensation of the ropes around his limbs. yn positioned himself in between his legs and started to smell the otherâs dick and balls âsuch a manly muskâ. his tongue went up and down on each side of that fat meat, making sure to leave it as wet as possible. slowly he tried to deepthroat him, relaxing his throat so he can swallow more and more each time. he finally reach the base of the shaft but quickly pulls out feeling his gag reflexes kicking in âthis is so goodâ he slaps the saliva-smeared cock in his face leaving some of it on his face. ânaughty boy who knows what you're dreaming about that is making you this hard, damn!â the bottom exclaimed, feeling it throbbing in his hand.
âhnghâ mingyu moaned, yn stopped thinking he woke up but he didn't. he supposed it was just a reflex of how good he was feeling right now.
he aligned the already lubed tip right under his hole and slowly sat down on it, feeling how that thick dick stretched his walls. he was just halfway through and yn was already a moaning mess, that's how good mingyu's dick felt. when he bottomed out he waited some minutes to start moving. up and down with gentle hip movements so mingyu doesn't wake up, he was also being careful to not squeeze that hard.
âshit mingyu, i love your dick so muchâ unconsciously yn sped up his movements, just chasing his pleasure, âmy fucking god, i want more of you⊠fucking ruin meâ drool dripped down his chin, his hooded eyes trying to focus on something but failing at doing it. he bounces more and more fast, not caring anymore if mingyu wakes up he just wants that cum deep inside his bulging tummy âfill me up babyâ.
mingyu felt some heavy weight on his crotch area so he opened his eyes, he blinked a few times to focus and see what was happening, it was yn's back and he kept staring at it while moaning and grunting, âyn?â he asks and the other stopped his movements, âyes?â he replies with some shyness laced in his voice. âwhat are you doing?â the top asks. yn bit his lip *looks like he woke up but his brain didn't* he thought and resumed his riding. after what feels like a long time mingyu realized that yn was fucking himself on his dick, he watched how that hungry hole swallowed all his inches, the sight made him hornier and yn knew that because he felt the cock growing and throbbing inside him. mingyu tried to meet yn's thrusts with his, the wet skin slapping sound echoing in all the room. yn laid back on top of mingyu moving his hips to massage that thick meat inside him âi fucking love you gyuuu~â yn was already gone, too cockdrunked to think straight. yn lift himself up with his arms so he can sit harder on the cock and also see better everytime mingyu's dick makes the bulge on his lower tummy when he goes deep. yn turns so he's now facing his boyfriend, riding even harder chasing that pleasant feeling. cumming hands free seconds later, squirting the cum all over his face.
yn freed mingyu from the restraints on his hands so he can take the lead in the fucking, âfucking fill me upâ moaned the bottom loudly, desperation in his voice. âyes baby it's comingâ mingyu reassures him by groping hardly his ass leaving his handprints in both cheeks. mincoc's cock is throbbing inside the other, spurting all the cum stored in his balls deep inside his boyfriend who clenches his hole as hard as he can to milk every single drop out of mingyu.
after they both rode his high mingyu freed himself from his legs restraints while yn just sits in the bed with his legs open fingering his hole âi think i need something more bigger and thicker than my fingers to keep all this cum inside meâ his face tinted in red, hooded eyes, his hair sticked on his forehead for the sweat and drool coming out of his mouth.. âyou looked so fucked upâ mingyu comments while accomodating his tip on yn's entrance.
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Who You Belong To - Jonathan Crane (Scarecrow) x Fem!Reader SMUT
Summary: You and your professor share what could barely be called a relationship, but what's there is tricky and difficult to put a positive label on. When a fellow classmate successfully asks you on a date, Dr. Crane decides to make one thing clear: who you belong to.
Contents/Possible Warnings: Age Gap (Reader is in her early 20's, Crane's in his mid 30's), inclusion of original male character, student-professor relationship, unprotected sex, P in V sex, toxic relationship (?), creampie, semi-clothed sex, mentions of masturbation, degradation, semi-public sex (they fuck in an office), SMUT, MDNI
Other Notes: You can read part two here.
Some people say there's over four hundred estimated phobias, others say that number can be even higher at five hundred; no matter the number, you were sure Dr. Jonathan Crane knew every single one of them by heart. Your slightly off-putting psychology professor with a passion for fear and its workings shared a relationship with you that had breeched its professional expectations long ago. You couldn't tell what he was to you, exactly, but it certainly wasn't just your professor, not when he had been inside of you more times than either of you could count.
It wasn't uncommon for him to ask you to stay after class, leading into an invitation to his office before you found yourself bent over an expensive, wooden desk that had already been cleared off in expectation of you being pressed to it while you took him. Sometimes if he wanted to strike a bit of fear of getting caught into you, he'd fuck you right in the lecture hall, always letting you know how terrifying the consequences would be if someone else did something as simple as come back for a forgotten pen.
You may have been his favorite teacher's pet, but you were sure there were others. Jonathan was an attractive man who taught an already difficult class, it'd be no surprise to you if he had other women lined up for a chance to recieve a better grade from him in exchange for a little "extra- credit" assignment, as much as you hated to admit it to yourself. He was never yours to begin with.
"Care to tell me why you're staring down at your closed text book instead of listening to my lesson?" Your professor questioned, breaking you out of your thoughts. Shit, how had you gotten so immersed in your little daydream that you had forgotten you were in class? You could feel the sympathetic stares of your peers burning into you as Crane loomed over you, a gleam of mischievous satisfaction in his blue eyes. You didn't respond.
"Stay after class," He said plainly, heading back to the front of the room. He'd still ask you to stay back regardless of how things went, the little show he had made out of you was his way of toying with you in just the way he liked. It was more of a tease at this point, you weren't scared, not of him. Still, you shrunk back into your seat in faux embarrassment to entertain him.
"To those who were paying attention, unlike a certain someone," he paused, gaze drifting over to you as he quickly took in the sight of what you were wearing.
While it was nothing out of the ordinary for you, you did choose to wear a skirt today, a favorite of his to see on you. How easy would it be for him to pull it up, bunching the fabric over your hips so be could get acess to what he was really after? He also took note of your gloss-covered lips, mind drifting onto how great they'd look wrapped around his cock or wide open as you moaned for him. He shifted, moving to be further behind his desk as he felt his pants tighten. He would wreck you after everyone was gone.
"You have a test on the topic of agoraphobia this upcoming Monday; today is Friday, which means you have the weekend to review the notes, which I hope you've been taking, for your own sake." He continued. "You're all free to go, except who I've already asked to stay." He really wouldn't stop rubbing that in, would he? Maybe he was trying to rile you up to make your usual "meeting" more exciting today.
As your classmates rose, you stayed seated, putting your stuff into your bag as you did. It was all routine, except for the man who had approached you before making his way out. He stood over you with a friendly smile, one that you had to admit made him look handsome. He didn't look too different from Dr. Crane in terms of basic features; dark hair and cornflower blue eyes. He was your type on the level of looks.
"Hey, I'm Ryan," He introduced himself, friendly smile remaining on his face. "I heard that you're pretty good in this class, making straight A's. I was wondering if you could help me study this weekend if you're free? Maybe we could grab a cup of coffee, too?" You looked over to where Dr. Crane was standing, the man in question observing your interaction from his desk, making it subtle by acting like he was sorting through papers.
You and your professor weren't exclusive, and if he had others lined up and waiting for him, then you could, too; it'd only be fair. Your classmate wanted to study and get coffee? He'd get what he wanted and more. "Sure! I'm free tommorrow at twelve if that works out for you," You finally replied, smiling up at Ryan. You had just met the guy and he was already doing something that Crane never did: asking you out on a date.
Ryan grinned, grabbing a notebook out of his bag and ripping out a piece of paper, writing his number on it before handing it to you. "I'll see you then!" He exclaimed happily before waving goodbye and leaving. After he had left, you stood up, pulling your bag over your shoulder before you made your way to where Jonathan was at the front of the lecture hall. He did ask you to stay after class.
"Throw it away," Crane stated plainly, moving the small, paper-filled trashcan that was under his desk to be in front of you. You looked down, not realizing you still had the slip of paper with Ryan's number on it in your hand.
"Do you even know what it is?" You retorted, shoving the paper into your bag.
"He gave you his number. You don't need the number of someone you turned down," He responded, moving the trashcan even closer to you. "Throw it away." He repeated.
"Except I didn't turn him down." You replied, watching his brows furrow in a mix of confusion, and then annoyance once your words sunk in. "We're not exclusive, you and I, are we?" Part of you hoped he'd prove you wrong, telling you that he was yours and you were his, while another part of you wanted to tell him 'fuck you" to his face. How many simultaneously lucky and unlucky women did he have waiting for him? Many, you were sure of it.
"I'm sure you have someone else in another one of your classes that you can spend your evening with, Dr. Crane." You smiled, trying to ignore the growing pain in your heart. "If you can have others, then it's only fair that I can as well."
"What makes you think that I have others?" He inquired, looking up at you with curious, blue eyes. "Do you think I'm the type of man to give out straight A's in my class in exchange for a fling or two? I don't even up your grades, darling." He chuckled lightly.
You rolled your eyes. He had to be lying to you... right? Were you really the only one and he just didn't see you as more than someone to have sex with? You didn't know what idea hurt you more, but the end result was the same: you meant little to him, and your body was all he wanted.
"I'll see you on Monday, professor." You mumbled out, feeling defeated. You already knew why he had asked you to stay after class, but the thought of him touching you while he wanted nothing more than just sex sickened you. What did you expect? That's all things had ever been. You shouldn't have caught feelings.
He watched you leave, letting out a long sigh once you were gone. You had always been a pain in his ass, but not one he'd ever get rid of.
Saturday at Twelve left just as quickly as it had come, and before you knew it, not only had you had your date, but you were also back in your Psychology class on Monday, a test on agoraphobia in front of you. Being nearly sixty questions long, it was intimidating to look at, even more so when the majority of questions were statistic-based. You were far from worried, however, having studied the topic extensively over the past few weeks.
Any confidence you had left you once you received your score later that same class period. You had failed by a large margin, the bright red ink in the corner shamefully exclaiming '34%' seeming to mock you as you stared back at it. You had yet to fail any assignment in your Psychology course, let alone one on such a common fear as agoraphobia. Your professor did this on purpose.
"Yes? Can I help you?" Crane asked, not bothering to look up as he shuffled through a stack of papers on his desk. You placed your failed test in front of the man, an angry frown on your face as you did so.
"Did you intentionally fail me because I went out on a date this weekend, you prick?!" He finally glanced up at you, his neutral expression not faltering a bit despite your obvious discontent. Then, he stood up, making his way over to his office door in the corner of the room.
"Come on, let's take this to my office so you can shout at me without embarrassing yourself as easily." The condescension in his voice only served to upset you further, much to his sadistic delight. You were the first one inside, Jonathan making sure to lock the door behind you. Before you could even open up your mouth to yell at him once more, he spoke.
"Did it feel good?" He asked nonchalantly, catching you off guard.
"What? What are youâ"
"Did it feel good when he fucked you?" He finished, watching calmly as your eyes widened in shock. "You have a hickey on your neck under all that makeup you used to try and hide it. You've done the same to the ones I've given you in the past. It's just barely noticeable."
He stepped forward, closing in on you like a hungry animal would their prey, a dangerous gleam in his eyes. "Did it feel good? Did he manage to fuck you better than I ever could?" His arm wrapped around you, a hand placing itself on the small of your back as he leaned into you. "Or did he leave you wanting more? Did you go home and grab that vibrator of yours, just wishing it was me that had been the one with you while you were forced to make yourself cum, because he couldn't?"
He moved, lifting you up so he could sit you on the desk. Of course, like always, it was cleared off ahead of time in anticipation of your visit.
"Maybe I need to show you who you belong to, hmm?" His hands moved down under your skirt, one resting on your inner thigh while the other gave an experimental touch to your clothed sex. You were already wet, your arousal felt through the thin cotton of your panties. "Soaking already, my dear? He must've left you worse off than I imagined." Jonathan purred.
"H-He barely touched me," You stuttered out, feeling Crane tug your underwear to the side, his deft fingers finding your clit. "All we did was make out." You let out a soft moan as he began slowly rubbing at the sensitive bud.
"I don't believe you." His hands left you, beginning to undo his belt. The prominent tent in his black slacks let you know just what was in store for you; he was starving for you. "Not when you admitted you let him touch what's mine." He continued, motioning for you to take your soaked panties off.
"What's yours?" You breathed out, slipping off the clothing in question, letting it fall to the ground below.
"You need to know who you belong to." He stated, pulling his cock out; hard and leaking pre-cum at the tip. Your pussy grew even wetter at the sight. You spread your legs on instinct as he came in closer, putting himself in between them, a hand resting on your hip while the other lined himself up with your eager cunt, the head of his cock teasing your entrance.
"Who do you belong to?" He asked staring into your eyes with his half-lidded, sultry ones swimming with lust and need. "Answer me correctly and I'll be nice and give you what you want."
"You. I belong to you. Dr. Jonathan Craâ oh, fuck!" You gasped out, feeling him thrust into you without warning. He set a quick, almost animalistic pace, wasting no time; not when he needed you so much. Every drag of his thick cock inside of your desperate cunt sent pleasure coursing through you.
"I bet he didn't fuck you as good as this," he groaned, a tight grip on your hips as he slammed into you, the lewd sounds of your shared pleasure filling the small space of his office. It had only been a few days since he had last fucked you, but with the way you were already trembling beneath him it felt like it had been months.
"You're the best I've âOh!â ever had!" You managed to get out between your moans. It was true, too. Out of every man you'd ever been with, no man had made you feel as good as Jonathan did. "Harderâ baby, please!" You begged, gripping the edge of the desk like your life depended on it.
"Look at you, begging like a slut," He growled, pounding into you even harder. "That's okay, darling. You're my little slut. Mine to fuck. Mine to ruin." He let out a loud groan as your pussy clamped down on him at the sound of his words. "Oh? Does that turn you on? The thought of me ruining you? Trust me, you're not going to want a single person other than me after I'm done with you, darling." You pulled him down, dragging him into a messy, open-mouthed kiss. Your tongue moved against his, just like you were made for each other.
"I love you," you whimpered out, feeling him nip at your neck. "Pleaseâ I want to be all yours. Only yours." You pleaded, your mind too clouded with the intense pleasure rocking through your body to fully process the potential impact of what you had just confessed.
"You already are." He responded, hips snapping against yours as he lost his rhythm. "I love you, too. I don't care what trouble I'll get into for what we've done. I don't care if I lose my job, as long as you're with me at the end of it all."
That sent you over the edge, along with the tip of his cock grazing your sweet spot. You came around him, your orgasm crashing over you as your legs shook with the force of it all. He spilled into you not long after, thick, warm cum shooting deep inside you and leaking out to drip down your thighs as he let out a long, loud groan of ecstasy.
You slumped back against the desk, feeling the cold wood against your warm, hot skin. Jonathan buried his head into the crook of your neck, pressing soft, chaste kisses to it as you both came down from your orgasmic highs. You stayed like that for a long moment until both of you calmed down, a blissful exhaustion filling you.
"There's a new restaurant that opened up in the town center," he smiled, caressing your cheek. "I hear it has some of the best Chicken Alfredo the city has to offer. Good wine, too."
You chuckled tiredly, not catching on to his offer. "You fucked me silly just so you could tell me about some Italian place?"
"I'm sure it's a better first date than whatever that guy got you," He said, letting out a chuckle of his own. "I'm free later tonight if that's not too short notice."
Your eyes shot open as the realization set in. "Waitâ You're asking me out? What if someone from the University sees us, Jonathan? You could getâ" He cut you off with a short, sweet kiss.
"Arkham always needs new doctors, darling. There's never a shortage of the need for psychiatrists. I'm tired of grading papers, anyway." He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. "You heard what I said earlier, didn't you? I love you. You belong to me."
You had finally learned who you belonged to, and you couldn't have been happier.
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