#and it almost always bites me in the ass👍

[technicolorxsn]

man being self aware is the worst

[screampied]

edging choso. thank you for listening 👍

꒰১ cw. fem reader, cowgirl, mdni.

“my g—god,” choso huffs out in short breathy pants, his breathing became shallow—almost as if it came with ease, a straining exhale snatches from his throat as he leans back. you’re riding him, sensually grinding your hips against him to where his droopy eyes roll way back into the depths of his cranium. “more, more, moreee,” he pleads with crimson red lips, two big hands stuck to your waist. he was so whiney, with the way you rode him until he clung onto his final breaths—how could he not moan out a whimper or two . . ?

it’s sloppy, the way your ass moves up and down against him— he’s so thick too, such length to him that the stretch just comes so easily. callused fingertips roughly dig into your skin and his head throws back the moment his tip thrashes against your most sweetest spots. you feel it and he feels it too. “choso, how’s it feel baby? feels good?”

“uh huh, uh huh,” he’d immediately nod, half lidded eyes and he looks so cute— his entire body felt hot, he can’t help but pull you into a steamy kiss. the feeling of your warm lips mashing against his was enough to make him get off, so warm. his thighs start to pang, the undersides of them tense and he knows in the back of his mind that he’s about to dump yet another load right into you. “uh,” he whines, departing away just to see the sheeny cobweb of spit leave from your lips. choso was horrible with eye contact— he’s panting heavily before he moans out that sweet familiar, “princess ‘m gonna cummm.”

but that’s right when you amp up your speed, the piston of your hips only grow quicker— he bites his tongue, feeling a twinge of arousal brew up before he’s hitting you deep. the crownhead of his cock only tickles against your clit before right when he’s about to sink into his release,

you . . . stop.

choso inhales . . then exhales, he’s confused..

a cute perplexed expression with a pout before his eyebrows curl up. “. . wha-” he croaks and his voice cracks as you just sit there. your attention suddenly aims at coating the inner part of his chin with a plethora of sweet kisses. mwah after mwah, he moans from your touch before finishing his sentence. “why’d you stop? why—why?”

“not yet, baby.” you coo, pressing a kiss near the pierced lobe of his ear.

he frowns at that, balls deep and he was so close, so so close…

he wanted to pump you full, choso’s mouth felt dry, the inside of it felt equivalent to the sahara. he’s always had a hard time being told no and he was adorable. “n-not yet?” he repeats, soft big arms wrapping around your waist. you lean into his bare chest before giggling. you were panting yourself, heave after heave leaving your lungs as you glance into his darkened irises. “but why?”

“because,” you kiss near his neck, then his chin, then finally . . his mouth. a lewd moan escapes from his throat at your touch, he loved your kisses more than anything. his dick twitches inside of you and your tender touch only drives him more crazy. warm breath wafts against his skin and he moans again, your touch was truly his worst enemy. out of all the enemies he’s been in battle with, a simple touch or kiss from you was simply choso kamo’s weakness. “because, i want you to wait a little. is that a problem?”

“oh . . !” he cutely mutters, a sheepish smile on his lips.

he gulps, finding your sudden dominance a bit hot — dark pools of aroused eyes gaze into yours before he scoots you closer against his lap. with a low soft tone, he rasps a, “g-guess not,” and he swallows the invisible lump in his throat, feeling your pussy soak him dry. “if my love wants me to wait, i’ll w-wait.”

“you’re such a good boy, ‘cho.”

“hey, don’t call me that though. please.”

you titter, peppering a kiss towards the corner of his lips.

his mouth quivers, always so weak for any amount of kisses that you give him. he’s so grateful, the warmth that you always provide him, whether it’s being inside of you or simply sharing a sweet kiss with you, you were really his kryptonite.

“i thought you liked when i praised you?”

“i— i do,” he protests, jaw tightening as you move a bit more with him still stuffed inside of you. his cock continues to pulsate and it feels so good. but being edged felt different, something surges within him as if he was most definitely on pause mode. “it’s just . . it’s embarrassing. ‘m supposed to call you good. ‘cause y’know, you’re my good girl.”

you giggle once more, wrapping your arms around him—trying to stall as much time as you could and it was working.

“but whenever you say it, it’s just cute.”

“hmph,” he pouts, a cute tint flushing towards his cheeks before he pulls you even closer. “baby,” he questions out, snapping back to lewd reality. his head throws back as he feels the same throb stir up inside of him. a thumb strums alongside your back before he pants. “can i cum now? i waited, i just wanna fill you up— please. let me cum, okay?”

another chaste kiss goes against his lips, he whines from the contact your mouth goes against his. so sweet, you’re so close to him that you can hear him swallow and he stares at you with glossy eyes, reddened lips just shuddering from your movement.

“pretty please,” you whisper. “say that ‘n you can cum.”

“. . . babyyy,” he groans, reaching to grab onto the headboard and it’s unintentionally sexy— the way his veins on his arms pulse and bulge, a whimper drags out his throat before he finally gives in. “fuck, okay okay. fuck just, pretty please. pretty please, can i finish inside you? please.”

with the way you’re straddling him— keeping his throbbing idle cock between your gummy walls, he was about to risk it all. “okay,” you comply with a soft voice, gently stroking your thumb against his neck. “you can cum, baby. don’t waste it.”

“i won’t. promise, promise.” he purrs out, both hands going towards your bare ass. he squeezes it tightly before once you give him permission, he’s floating on cloud fucking nine. “fuh—fuckk,” he breathes, melting into a puddle once you take the time to plant a kiss near the bridge of his nose where his darkened scar remained. it shot up, arose— and it was so much. his heart pounds, a rapid heart beats through his ear before finally, he finishes.

thick velvety ropes pour right into your womb— it shoots out in such a hot way that you’re spasming, you feel each spurt and you hug him tightly. “make me feel s-so good, princess,” he pants, entirely out of breath. he’s shaking underneath you, lip quivering from the way his cum slowly but surely fills you up to the brim. your pussy’s flooded, sweltering with nothing but the hefty amounts of his cum before he bites into your neck softly. “thank you, t-thank you.”

“what for, baby?” you mutter in a hushed tone, watching as he brings his head back up to look at you with sweet droopy eyes.

choso shivers, your words only making him ten times more hard as he pulses inside of you still.

“for . . for making me a messy boy,” and he swallows, eyes closing for a brief second. “fine. fine,” and your eyebrows furrow at what he means before he whimpers into your neck, gentle breath bristling against your skin. “i . . . a-admit it, ‘m your good boy,” he moans, a hand grabbing your ass for the umpteenth time before he sheepishly huffs. “can— can we do that again though? pretty please?”

[sugar-omi]

Hii i heavily read every new cove fic that comes out but i’ve yet to see cove with a bratty reader? maybe the reader had an attitude all day and cove puts his foot down and is like enough? idk anyways love your writing !

SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG 🙏 i had no inspo but then it fucking hit me like a train and needless to say this is so self indulgent huhhhh i hope u like it anyway MWAH <3333 also i use the word "chaise" which you can look up if you don't know what it looks like but its basically a L shape couch👍

tags : NSFW, fem/afab reader, mean dom cove, very ooc, bdsm just to be safe, rough sex, degradation (calls you a slut, brat), spanking, cove manhandling you (lovingly&lt;;3), bratty reader,

synopsis : cove has enough of you acting bratty

cove is usually so sweet and so patient.

but you've been a complete brat all day and been talking back, and cove has had enough.

cove is holding your hand tight, and trying to open the door but he's so frustrated with you that he's almost seeing red.

you laugh at his struggle, and when he turns around to glare at you and ask why you're laughing, you make another smart comment.

"can't get the door open? need me to help you, baby?"

cove feels his eye twitch. you spoke in a baby voice, and it's pissing him off even more.

"shut up." cove growls, roughly twisting the key and throwing the door open. before you could startle from the way the door hits the wall, cove tugs you into your shared apartment by your hand.

cove just drops everything on the floor. everything from the bag from your interrupted shopping trip, to his keys landing loudly on his phone screen.

it's such a blur, and he even pushes you onto the chaise and climbs on top of you once he's tugged your sneakers off your feet.

he squishes your cheeks in his hand, and you really shouldn't be so happy with how cove is manhandling you like this and doing whatever he wants to you so far, but when you look back into his angry eyes and his low voice, thick with anger, you start squirming.

cove laughs humorlessly. well, not to you anyway, but hilarious to him since you're the one acting so desperate now. "look at you, you've been acting like a brat all day and now you're grinding against my knee like a whore."

you can't stop the moan that comes from you. it's cut off and short-lived since you really didn't want to give cove the satisfaction even though you both knew how much you love this.

"as if, you're the one always clinging onto me." you spit back, although your comeback isn't clever or witty as you're a bit... distracted with how cove is leaned over you.

cove doesn't say anything, instead he starts kissing you, his hands gripping your sides and running up your back hungrily.

you try not to moan or whine, but you're leaning into his kiss and when cove suddenly pulls away, you try to feign disinterest and dissatisfaction. as if you aren't panting and grinding, trying to find some satisfaction for your throbbing core.

you huff through your nose as cove starts sucking on your neck. you yelp when he roughly grabs your ass and starts grinding into you.

you pant into cove's shoulder, not giving him the satisfaction of seeing your face slowly fall apart from pleasure. you swallow, stringing together a taunt. "is that it? gonna cum in your pants from a little kissing?"

cove bites down on your shoulder, making you yelp and your fingers drag down his shoulder.

before you can scold him, he pushes you off him and makes you stand up. he leans back on the couch, making himself comfortable.

you swallow, your eyes dropping to drool over his cock bulging through his jeans.

you look back at his eyes, meeting his smug gaze that's laden with lust.

he smacks his lips. "pay attention." you squirm in place, folding your arms. "start stripping. you can manage that without throwing a tantrum right?"

you glare at him, going to complain but cove's sharp gaze just makes you squirm in place. he's done with your shit, especially if the impatient tapping of his fingers on his tatted bicep mean anything as well.

you wilt and start by throwing your shirt to the other end of the couch and tugging off your pants. somewhere when cove was kissing you senseless he must've unbuttoned your pants, so you just tug them down and leave your clothes in a heap.

when you get down to your underwear you throw your panties in his face.

cove's eyes are wide, and the side of his lip and nose twitch as if he's going to snarl at you but he just blinks and lets the garment lay limp on his lap.

then you undo your bra, throwing that at him as well.

cove's face twitches again, this time he just calmly throws your garments aside in the direction of your shirt, whether they make it or not isn't your worry.

now you're stuck in a stare down with cove, his deep and sharp eyes cutting into you, trying to wither you down into submission. you swallow, almost ready to give in since it's so embarrassing to just stand in front of him naked, his eyes racking over you and lingering with a pleased smile every time you squirm.

before you can do anything, a taunt on the tip of your tongue to distract from your clearly flustered face, it dies when cove speaks with honey seeming to drip from his voice because of how sweetly he speaks.

"over my knee." he pats his leg, fixing his position so he wasn't man spreading anymore.

you know what he means, you're not stupid. but you had every intention of being a brat today, and getting on his nerves until the sun set.

you sat on his lap, hooking your arms around his neck and fluttering your eyelashes at him as if you were clueless. "like this?"

cove spots the smile on your face. as if he needed that to tell this was one of your many taunts of the day.

he pushes your back, making you almost fall in between his legs. you yelp, digging your nails into him. "what was that for?!" you glare at him.

cove stares blankly at you, helping you move so that you're spread across his lap. he lands a quick, sharp smack to your butt.

"ah-!"

cove pinches you there, adding insult to injury. "i told you to lay over my knee. stop acting like a brat and do what i tell you."

you roll your eyes, "whatever."

cove rears his hand back, this time landing a swift smack to each cheek. "fight all you want, you're just making this harder for yourself."

he rubs soothing circles on your butt, a loving apology for the abuse to come.

you swallow, bracing yourself for the assault. when cove spanks you, its either because he wants you to feel good and he follows it up with making you cum on his mouth or fingers.

but when he's punishing you it's a brutal affair compared to his usual touch.

"start counting. how many do you want?"

"five. wouldn't wanna hurt your hand." you look back at him and smirk, "looks like you got two hits left."

cove smacks his lips. "we'll start with ten, and count from the beginning."

"t-ten!" you gasp, clinging onto the fabric of the couch.

cove rubs your lower back soothingly. "you did so good for me... color?"

you blink, squirming in place. "green.. green!" you force the words out. even though it's gonna sting like a bitch tomorrow, it feels so good.

cove helps you sit up, this time with you straddling his lap instead of laid across it. "i'm going to reward you for taking that so well, okay? go lay on the bed for me.."

you eagerly get up from his lap, taking strides to your bed room and you sprawl out all pretty, waiting for cove to trail behind.

cove takes his sweet time coming to the room, just long enough to make you squirm in anticipation. when he does come back you light up, although you try to hide that with a snide comment.

"needed to get it up?"

cove crawls over you, pushing you back down and dragging your body down closer to the center of the bed. "don't be a brat, i said i was rewarding you didn't i?"

you decide not to say anything else, and cove puts one of your legs on his shoulder, pinning up your other leg so he can have a full view of your wet, twitching cunt.

"so cute. you keep trying to act like a brat when you're dripping this much," cove drags his fingers over your slit, spreading your slick over your clit but not giving your the satisfaction of running circles around the sensitive, eager button. "just like a needy slut."

you gasp when he sinks two fingers into you, pushing and rubbing against your walls like his fingers are trying to explore your insides blind.

cove pins your hip down with his free hand, keeping you from squirming on his fingers. you whine, trying not to beg but you're so desperate..

in your daze cove must have reached for a condom because when you look up through watery vision, cove's sinking into your cunt and you moan loudly at the sudden intrusion.

cove feeds inch after inch of his cock into your greedy, warm cunt, stilling when he's buried to the hilt.

you pant, dragging your nails down his back. "cove..." you gasp, reaching up for a kiss. cove indulges you, letting your lips slot together and your tongues ease into each others mouth.

cove pulls away suddenly, making you whine. "what else could you want? i'm inside you aren't i?"

you pant, trying to keep your head out the clouds. "move... i want you to move..."

cove hums and plays up his consideration. "why should i? you've been a brat all day."

you huff, slightly regretting not outwardly asking cove to fuck you right now. "i- i don't know! i'll be good, so move-" you wiggle, trying to create some friction.

cove grips your hips, pushing you down into the bed but you just whimper at the movement. he doesn't say anything, but instead he rears his hips back, thrusting sharply into you.

he doesn't give you time to adjust or prepare yourself for the rough pace, leaving you to cling onto his wrist...

you're a bit dazed. by a bit, i mean a lot.

you haven't came yet at all, just letting cove fuck into you with abandon and finishing once, then twice...

there's tears in your eyes, and you could've used the safe word by now but it just feels too good. cove's dick stroking your insides and his tip bullying the deepest parts of your poor cunt.

"c-cove..." you whimper, letting the pleasure of cove's dick stirring up your insides wash over you.

cove shushes you, kissing away your tears. "wanna cum?"

you whine, "please..." cove kisses your cheeks, stealing several pecks. his lips brush against yours as he speaks, "are you gonna be good?"

you nod hurriedly, mumbling a strung together matra of "yes, yes, yes"

cove reaches between you, his fingers easily finding your clit and he grinds his hips into you, swallowing your whines with his lips.

you finish quickly from how stimulated you are, your thighs shaking and tightening around cove's waist as you finish together. he keeps kissing you through your orgasm, only pulling away when your legs loosen up their hold on his hips.

the kiss breaks with a smack of your lips, and cove plants several kisses along your cheek and jaw as you pant, totally spent.

cove nuzzles again your face, his breath brushing along your ear makes you shiver.

"are you going to behave now?"

[vampsickle]

mine. ☆ ( dmc5 ) dante

☆ tags - literally 0 plot, rough sex, unprotected, dubcon ? i think? idk, spanking!!, dante’s a little bit mean<3 hes a jealous guy.. use of petnames, afab reader !

☆ wc - 1.4k

☆ a/n - im a sucker for jealous men i wont even lie👍👍 um. thats all i have to say.

☆ synopsis - all you wanted to do was have a peaceful chat with vergil, but dante doesn’t see it that way. he decides to teach you a ‘lesson’.

Both you and Vergil shared a love for books and poetry. So it was no surprise that while Dante had been chatting away with Lady and Trish, you started up a conversation with Vergil over his taste in books and poetry. You didn’t like Vergil in that way. But it’s nice to get to know someone better and find a common interest, but unbeknownst to you— Dante had kept his eye on you the entire night, silently seething.

He’s always had issues with jealousy and has been rather possessive over you, but seeing you talking to his brother, smiling, even laughing, just pissed him off. Something inside of him was lit on fire. The glass of whiskey he held cracked, but no one noticed. You could hardly tell anything was wrong with the way he continued to smile and crack jokes. A part of Dante wanted you to notice him, to be with him, to hold his hand.

It was never your intention to make him jealous, in fact, you just wanted to enjoy your night.

Late into the night, everyone started to get ready to head home, Lady being the last one to leave. Vergil had left just before her, claiming he had ‘places to be’, but you doubted it. He wasn’t really a busy person, just.. A lonely person. Dante had thrown a magazine over his face, roughly throwing his feet up onto his desk, patiently waiting for Lady to leave.

“That was fun! Maybe we should invite them back again, it can be a monthly thing..”

Dante grunts in response, then he continues to sit there in silence, before blowing out a breath.

“What’s wrong with you?”

He doesn’t answer. You become increasingly annoyed, confused on what was wrong with him, but you ultimately drop it— Going to pick up all the glasses and dishes scattered around. It was instant, but you feel a wave of heat rush close to you, Dante’s hand holding your wrist. His grip is so tight that it starts to hurt, and you whine, attempting to pull away. He doesn’t have any of it, dragging you up to his bedroom, and pushing you back onto his bed, rather harshly.

“What— What the hell-?”

His arms are crossed over his chest, impatiently tapping one foot, blue eyes akin to glaciers boring into you. It’s like he wants you to apologize for doing something wrong. Your wrist still stings from his scathing grip, and you can’t bring yourself to look away from him, too nervous to try.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Your eyebrows knit together in visible confusion, cocking your head to one side, and Dante sighs. Like he’s disappointed.

“Did’ja have fun talking to Vergil all night?”

“So that’s what this is about? Come on, Dante.. You aren’t a child. I can’t talk to someone? What.. Are you jealous?”

You almost laugh when you say it, but he doesn’t think it’s funny at all. It’s ridiculous, truly. But you don’t laugh, or smile, you attempt to remain neutral. You almost bring up the fact that he was chatting with Lady and Trish, but he steps closer to you, pulling you back up so he can take a seat on the edge of the bed.

Now you’re bent over his knees, face shoved into the soft sheets, as he squeezes your ass. You exhale rather shakily, staying still as a board, and Dante rubs your smooth flesh with his calloused hand.

“Don’t forget who you belong to.”

“What the hell are you-“

He doesn’t even let you finish your sentence before bringing his hand down onto the supple flesh, and it burns so fucking bad that it makes you cry. Your toes curl in response as you bite down on the velvety sheets, and Dante spanks you again. Even though he’s angry with you, you’re beginning to drip, your panties sticking to your wet heat. It’s humiliating that you’re getting off to this punishment.

“I’m sorry, I won’t talk to—“

Dante smacks your ass again, and you choke on a sob, tears spilling down your warm cheeks. There’s no remorse in his eyes. You’re trembling already, embarrassed at how easily you give into him, how you obey him like a dog would obey it’s master. The pads of his index and middle finger slowly rub your slippery folds through your panties, distracting you from the stinging, and your body begins to slowly relax. But he won’t let you relax, ripping off your panties, and plunging his fingers deep inside you.

You were already so wet that they slipped in so quickly, reaching so far inside you, and you cry out. Dante spanks you repeatedly while pumping his fingers, it makes your heart race, and head spin. He keeps it up, not caring that his palm is beginning to sting from spanking you so much, and your ass has gone completely numb. You beg for him to stop with the relentless assault, but your pleas fall on deaf ears, and you shut up and take it. It’s a punishment after all.

But he lets up, finally, and you gasp when he gently rubs your ass— it still feels so tender. He’s knuckle deep inside your pussy, ears perking up at the obscene squelching noises, and he’s gnawing on his bottom lip.

Before you can cum, he pulls out of you. You hadn’t even announced it and he just knew.

“Dante— Please, please,”

“Please what?”

“Just— Just, fuck me already, I’m sorry,”

You look up to him with tears in your eyes, and they blur your vision so you can’t exactly tell what facial expression he has on, but you hear the unbuckling of his belt. Dante throws the rest of his clothing onto the floor, and pulls your shirt and bra off. Well, he doesn’t exactly pull them off, more like rips them off. More ruined clothing— How tragic.

He moves you so you’re on your back, and Dante pushes your legs open, staring at the slick that runs from your pussy down past your other hole, his cock standing proud.

He’s moving your limbs around aggressively, shoving your legs up that your knees are almost touching your shoulders, and you mewl when you feel his cock rub against your swollen pussy. Even when he’s rough like this, it makes you feel wanted— Deep down, you like when he’s jealous, that even if other people flirt with him, his eyes are still always on you. Dante muffles your near scream when he slams inside you, keeping you in a mating press, his lips smashing against yours. More tears spill down your flushed cheeks, his cock head hitting your cervix, and you know it’s going to bruise. It should hurt, of course, but it feels so good.

“Dante—! It’s so— So good— Oh,”

You gasp, his large hands taking ahold of the back of your knees, pushing your legs back even further. It stings, the stretch, but you keep singing for him regardless. His pace is absolutely brutal, so rough, and even when he’s jackhammering into you— he still knows the spot he needs to hit to make you see stars.

His teeth brush against your shoulder, before digging in, drawing blood. That painful feeling blends together with the pleasure you’re feeling that you practically squirt around him, crying out his name, and he lets out an animalistic growl against the wound he left.

“You’re mine.”

“Yes-! Yes— I’m yours-“

That’s all he needed to hear from you, his thrusts becoming sloppy, but he pushes himself in as deep as he can go, moaning out against your neck as he cums inside you. It’s so fucking much that it’s leaking out of you, staining the sheets, and you’re both a mess. The both of you are panting, and it takes Dante a moment to regain his composure, slowly pulling out. But he makes sure to shove any stray cum back inside you, making you feel stuffed, and you whimper weakly.

“Good girl.. Damn… Took my load so well,”

You blush at his words, a surge of pride rushing through you, and Dante gently picks you up. You melt into his embrace, listening to the beat of his heart, pressing tender kisses to his chest.

“Wanna take a bath, princess?”

All you can do is nod in response, as your throat still stings, and Dante chuckles quietly. He knows he’ll have to make this up to you somehow.

[floufli]

Admit It

Chapter 3: Abduction (4.5k)

Summary:

Before the whole "multiverse collapsing" thing, everything was going pretty smoothly for you. As Spider-woman, you saved people, beat up villains and lived an calm and uneventful civilian life. But everything seemed to have changed the moment one boy was bitten by some radioactive spider. Now, the villains you faced have become more active, and always seemed to disappear before you could deliver them to the police. One day, you manage to finally catch the trail of the ones that kept stealing your catches, only to be left to discover another facet of your life waiting for you.

Will this end well for you? You could only hope so. But you are perfectly okay with risking it all, after all, that "Miguel" got one hell of an ass to make up for it.

Tags:

Miguel o'hara x fem!reader, violence, mature language and reference, Reader has the same arms thingies as Miguel, WILL BECOME MINOR NON FRIENDLY QUICK SO HOP HOP GET OUT OF HERE,trauma, rape mentioned, future tags,

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Chap: (1) (2)

Author notes:

Okay so first of all sorry for the loongggg ass pause, my brain just dropped the Miguel hyperfixation all of a sudden. And to add salt to the wound this has been ready for almost 2 weeks but the moment I said I was gonna post it my Internet said “haha no❤️”. So no Internet for me for at least a few months (;=;)👍.

Anyway hope you enjoy the chap if you’re still reading this, I was trying something but I cringed so hard I had to rewrite the chap a few times.

Don't copy to another site or I'm gonna be big mad >:C and don't feed to AI obviously

"Situation?" Miguel talked through his gobber, Jessica's hologram staring back at him. He didn't like the fact that he wasn't there when new recruits were brought in, but his duties as this dimension's Spider-Man had been left unattended for too long, and now it came back to bite him in his ass.

He was now heading to the HQ, swinging and climbing on the building while still remaining focused on the hologram of his subordinate.

"It went pretty well if you asked me." The woman said, her pose visibly relaxed." We did the usual explanation thingy just without you present but she assimilate everything pretty quickly I think. She didn't ask many questions either." She noted, at this point, she knew she was just telling him things without any real importance, as she knew he would verify himself everything that she said.

"Good." He responded coldly. that day of work had completely drained him, and he only wanted one thing: to take a shower and sleep until sunrise.

But he knew he couldn't, he just brought those fucking villains to the police and still had a lot of work left at the HQ, he didn't even know if he would be able to leave for the night.

"And you Miguel, everything's alright? You said you would be out for a few hours but half a day isn't typically your definition of 'a few hours'?" Her question was legitimate, he almost never left for this amount of time without saying explicitly for how many hours or days he would be gone. But this time he had gotten surprised by the amount of work he had to do in the city in order to keep everything going.

"Everything's okay Jessica, you can go back now, I'll handle the rest." He said looking away from her as he stepped inside the HQ's building. He stepped inside the main hall at ease, it was like his second home after all the time he had spent here. As he made his way toward the main elevator, he noticed the lack of the usual buzz signaling him the end of the discussion. He pulled his fist back up and unsurprisingly was met by Jessica’s silent stare, looking at him like a disappointed mother.

“Do you have something more to add Jess?” He asked unbothered by her attitude, she would sometimes act like this on purpose, keeping what she had in mind to herself and making him near beg to get some info about what was bugging her.

.

.

.

"Take a break, Miguel, you know you need to. You're gonna go far if you continue like that. We can't lose you."

And just like that, the call ended, with him still staring blankly at his wrist while he ascended to the higher floors. A frown slowly took over his features as his arms came back to his side. A break? It's not like he purposefully avoided any kind of breaks he just simply have the time to. Taking a break for him wasn't like any other Spider taking one, no, he had the responsibility of both his dimension and the multiverse along with the lives of thousands of Spiders.

He would take a break when his own responsibilities would allow him to.

Letting out yet another heavy breath, he quickly made his way out of the elevator as it finally reached its designed floor. Knowing the entire layout of the building like the back of his own hand, he made his way quickly across the Spiders still present, even considering the darkness started to grow outside. Multiple dimensions automatically meant various time-zone for each, given the exact same place it could be just the morning in one while late afternoon in the other. This caused the building to almost never be left empty, which helped any concern about the security of said building if he was absent.

He was now only a few minutes away from his 'office' if he could call it so since it didn't bear the traditional aspect of one. His mind was still full of today's work he would have to spend the night to finish due to his incapacity to catch some low-cost thugs quickly. He walked by Margo's desk, greeting her briefly as he could easily see she was already occupied doing multiple things at once in this dimension as well as her own, like always.

He ignored the nasty looks he got from the prisoners in their narrow cells, sigh remaining focused ahead as he walked. The image of his ‘work home’ grew larger in the distance and with it the until-then-postponed stress that always made its way to him, no matter how often he repeated the same things over and over.

Except this time was a bit different, as he walked into the comfortably lit place just enough for others to see easily but dark enough not to damage his retinas, soft led allowing a light glow into the space, he felt something odd. His eye focused on every item in sight, trying to find something to explain the weird feeling that came over him.

Even after letting his gaze wander around for a few seconds, he hadn’t spotted anything out of the ordinary. Deciding to brush off the feeling, thinking it was once again caused by his lack of recent sleep, he took a deep breath and tried to compose himself before going to work.

Except this seemed to have the completely opposite effect on him. Instead of cooling himself down in the familiar scent of his place, he was met by an even if weak, sweet scent that short-circuited his line of thought. His breath hitched at the fragrance, unused to such a scent entering his system by now. He couldn’t put a finger on a word to define it, it wasn’t like anything he had ever encountered before. No, this seemed sweetly addictive, just powerful enough despite its obvious fading.Leaving him craving for more.

Too caught up in the sudden smell, trying to process it while discovering its source, he missed the way his own breathing slowly became heavy, panting being the now proper term to describe his current self. If he could see himself in a mirror he would probably be embarrassed by the state he was in, mouth slightly open as if to actually taste the air he was surrounded by, pupils dilated, totally engulfing the natural red tint of his irises. He could even feel his fangs starting to grow, their tips gently tickling his lips.

His back was tense, as the rest of his frozen body, seemingly lost deeply into the fragrance, enough that he simply stop walking and stop in the middle of his office, breathing deeply.

"MIGGY YOU'RE BACKKKKKKK~~~!!!" His AI assistant suddenly yelled into his face, merely inches away. He jumped at the way he was abruptly forced to come back to reality. Eyes quickly blinking at the bright face in front of his own, he tried to calm himself and remain composed. What had happened to him to have this kind of reaction? He didn't know but he was mostly sure it wasn't something a night of sleep couldn't cure. Too bad he would most likely not get any sleep today.

"Hi, Layla." He replied with a sharpness to his voice as he slid his hand over his face, to both wake himself up and try to get the scent off of him. It helped, at least for now, and he quickly focused his attention back on his assistant.

"So, how was today?" He asked with uninterested eyes, already used to the boring reports he was met with every day now.

"Oh, you know the usual, a few anomalies here and there, today has been quite a furnish day." He only groaned in acknowledgment while he made his way to his station, his eyes already searching through the holograms depicted to find any important information.

"And the new recruit, you know the one from that dimension? Yeah well, she came with Gwen and Jess like you said, and my my~~~" He brought his eyes back to her blinking form just to hear about that new member of their society, but almost regretted it immediately judging by the eyes she was giving him.

"What?" He said unamused, his body still facing the holograms whilst only his head faced her, eyebrows raised in confusion.His arms fell back onto his sides as he glared at her. He could feel the amusement practically oozing from her form.

"Well, you could have told me she was basically the opposed gender version of you Miggy~~" She teased, and his eyes almost rolled back into his head at her absurdness.

"She got the fangs and everything~" She flickered to his right. " A perfect carbon copy."

He almost wanted to rip that grin from her face, but he couldn't. He should've made her a solid form for this kind of occasion.

"Your point?" He said, gaze going back to the displays. it seemed this conversation was already doomed before it even started. She must have had a stupid idea and convinced her that teasing him about it for who knows how much longer would make her day. The headache that left him just moments prior seemed to come back full force at her nonsense.

"My point..." She waited for him to look at her once more, but when he simply ignored her, she chose to continue her plan.

" Is that she would be a perfect match.<3"

His entire frame looked rock solid from the moment the words escaped her, tension rising immediately around the two. She could see the way he tried to maintain his claw and fangs retracted while attempting to calm himself down. Just enough to shut her down she was sure.

Too soon it seems…

When their eyes met again, her brown eyes faced the dangerous tint of blood-red iris, if she could shudder she most likely would have. But since she couldn’t she just floated there, smiling kindly at her boss, as if she didn't just sign her death warrant. The only noise around was the snaping of the railing that bore the display's projectors, causing them to flicker for an instant. With a quick glance she saw her boss’s hand almost ripping the whole thing off while he tried to stay calm.

"You should get out before I lose my temper, Lyla." He warned, his fangs shining brightly into the dim lighting, furthering his intimidating tone.

But she knew he couldn't do anything to her, even in those kinds of moments when his DNA seemed to take over him.

So she held his glare for a few more seconds before backing down, as if nothing had happened. Closing her eyes, she flickered away to give him time to calm himself before coming back to the real subject of today.

"She seems strong enough to enter the rank if you asked me, as well as both Jess and Gwen, without her it would've been way messier to bring those anomalies back to where they belonged after all." The sound of slowly calming breathing was the only thing she was met by.

"Like you asked she got her Gizmo and went through 'the explaining thing'" She paused for a moment before murmuring to herself in a fond voice. " I almost thought she was going to bawl her eyes out in front of everybody when she learned what happened."

His back tensed again, okay maybe that wasn't the best thing to say.

"Anyhow, she took it all like a champ and went back to her dimension. We told her to keep the Gizmo on at all times and that we will contact her soon enough." She finished going back next to Miguel when she noticed his lack of agitation.

"But you must already know all that from Jess so I'm just repeating."

She acted like she was looking at her nails while she subtly eyed the screen he was facing, even if she already knew what he was gazing so fondly at. It was the only thing that seemed to effectively calm him down after all.

His lack of response was enough for her to know what to do next. She had tried her luck enough for the day, retreating now was the best decision to make for both their sake.

"I'm just gonna head out if you don't need me~~," She said as she quickly flickered off, leaving him with the all too well-known images of that young girl.

It was now well into the night, but that didn't prevent the IA assistant from suddenly appearing before the frame of her boss, deep into a soudless slumber. Her holograms hovered silently over the body of her creator, a neutral expression painted on her two-dimensional face, unlike her usual cheerful smile despite some serious situations.

Her eyes landed on the tired bags below his own, the traces of stress and worry still very much visible on his sleeping complexion. It was easy to spot the tension on his jaw as he clenched it tight, still unable to fully relax even in his sleep. His brows formed a small frow that she almost thought to be cute before remembering what the man was surely going through right now.

Bad dreams for him since that event had become normality, a simple fact that would happen no matter what he tried to get rid of them, and as his digital assistant, there wasn't so much she could do to help besides advising him. Which he most of the time chose to ignore, deciding to once again overload himself with work.

She closed all the tabs currently opened with a swing of her hand, after making sure that the work had been correctly saved. He would kill her if she mistakenly deleted his night's worth of work.

The place was now much darker, except for the background neon and its soft glow.

Looking back at him, she almost regretted not having a physical body, as she wasn't able to so much as put a blanket to keep him warm in this cold-ass room. Quickly dismissing the silly thought, she turned away from him to let him rest. He will definitely scold her after realizing she let him sleep through work but she knew he would nonetheless appreciate the sleep.

As she traveled into the building network to find tasks yet to be completed by other Spiders, she thought back to the woman they had just welcomed into their rank and her boss.

He can say everything he wants but from what I saw when they both entered this room they did seem ready to fuck each other on the spot if they could've. I wonder if it's because of both their modified genes, no other Spiders reacted this strongly to the scent of strangers... They usually do that with a partner...

How much effort would it take to make them fall for each other? I will talk to Jess and Peter when they come back. Hihi~~ They will be as exacted as me on this I'm sure~~

You tried to break free, you really did, but your strength seemed comparable to an ant fighting against a bear against the grip the tall man had on your forearm. Water quickly gathered in your eyes, stinging and making you go slowly blind as your whole body attempted to break free from the deadly hold.

"LET ME GO!!" You yelled from just above the ground, feet scrapping the floor in an attempt to slow your progress down. The sound of the heavy steps of the man, your first sobs, and your worn shoes dragging along the floor echoed dreadfully in your ears. You had tried to bite, scratch, punch your way out but nothing had worked. The arm that had you trapped was now bloody and bruised and despite that, the man didn't seem to mind in the slightest. Determined to bring you to wherever you were both indubitably heading, against your best efforts.

The world around you was small as you walked through seemingly never-ending corridors, only lit by blinking and old light every few meters. The humidity of the alley left no doubts in your mind that this place had been abandoned for years now and nobody would find you if something were to happen today.

"Just let me.." You struggled with all the strength you had left against his grip, making your entire frame shake for the desperate movements. "let ME GO- I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!DAMNIT!"

Your free hand desperately punched and tried to free your other from him, but to no avail, and you almost went completely numb as the situation finally downed onto you. You gasped as you tries to get free slowly came to a halt, your body stopping completely, as your eyes grew wide and you stumbled on your feet, still being carried away.

You had no way out, you could do anything to make as much as make him look your way went your tried to break free. You were like a child being forced to follow their parent along a predestined path, unable to break the hold despite your many tries. Only following blindly like a boneless doll.

A new emotion took over your mind immediately after the realization- numbness. Acceptation. You wouldn't get out of here, so why bother struggling anyway? Whatever you would try or not, you didn't compete with the pure mass of muscles the man holding you was…if you were lucky he was just going to kill you.

Your body fell down, unable to stand without the will on your part. If it wasn't for your arms still firmly held, you would have fallen face-first into the dirty concrete floor. Your knees hurt as you were dragged along the never-ending path by the man. You could hear the fabrics of your pant slowing giving away because of the never stopping scrapping. But you couldn't bring yourself to care enough. Why would you care about some pants? Knowing your luck they would most likely be torn off in no time the moment you would reach your destination.

Your other, free hand twitched as it was too dragged along the rhythmic steps of the man, but you could gather the strength to keep it off the floor. Even as you felt your irritated skin starting to break away because of the dragging, your mind didn't let you feel the sting of pain that should follow. Blocking every reason that would pull you out of your protective trance.

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"Ahh finally~~ I thought you got lost in the tunnels~~ Did you bring the one I specifically asked for??" A feminine voice squealed as your body entered a brightly lit room. With eyes still looking blankly at the floor, your face didn't show the slightest discomfort at the sudden change of lightning, completely disconnected from you.

The man didn't respond to what should certainly be a woman, and for a fraction of a second, you were grateful, at least that reduced the chance of being raped.

Keyword: reduced.

Your body was suddenly lifted up, dangling lifelessly a few centimeters from the ground thanks to the stature of the man. Your mouth only let out a small whine at the harshness of the movement, leaving a distant burn engraved into your wrist.

Your head was low, facing away from each individual, trying desperately to escape the situation, and if not physically at least psychologically.

But your 'peace' was quickly interrupted as you felt the disgustingly dry pulp of fingers gripping firmly your chin, forcing a wave of repulsion to go across your entire body. Making you shiver in the slightest.

Your head was yanked up without as difficulty as you thought there would be, for you thought you had put quite a resistance. But once more your strength seemed like one of a mere infant compared to those two. Unable to do much more than cry for mercy or put up the most inefficient of fights.

You hated the feeling of those fingers squishing so hard on your cheeks, along with the constant, now more persistent burn in your hand, reminding you of your current posture.

"Look at this Beauty~~~," The woman said in pure delight, and despite your instincts screaming you not to, you could stop your heavy-lidded eyes as they slowly rose up to meet the ones of that woman.

A sensation of dread fill you near the spot as your eyes met those wicked ones. Even in your state, your mind could still recognize danger when it saw it, and the mere eye contact between the two of you was enough for your brain to function, even if for just a moment.

Full of adrenaline, you tried once more to free yourself. But this time not from the man, no, he was a mere threat in comparison to what that woman was. He only seemed to obey her orders, didn't look like he was doing that for his own wicked nature but for some other surely more important reason.

But that woman, from the simple look you got of that slight glint in her eyes, the most unperceivable grin upward as she finally got to land her eyes on her next captives... Who were you fooling? Captive? No, against this woman you bore no such title, it would imply that you were captured and had some chance to actually escape your current situation, alive or not.

But in those eyes, you saw exactly what you were considered to be for her- a mere object here to satisfy her curiosity, her appetite for whatever sickened things and experiences she had planned to make you go through.

You were not even human to her, not a person, not a being. You were nothing more than a clump of cells that happened to be sentient and from her own specie that she would gladly take pride in exploring each and every facet.

You were just like a fly already caught in the spider webs, slowly being enveloped in silk before being put away to be eaten later on. You were nothing more than a prey she would relish in devouring.

And your struggle against her grip, even with just one arm intensified, along with your uneven cries and whines for help, while you could see her pleased composure growing more savage and wicked with each one of your calls.

"She will be perfect! Perfect as one could ever be!" The woman almost spits in your face in a newfound excitement, pushing your face away and instead turning back to something you didn't try to see previously.

In front of you were spread hundred of laboratory materials, enough to humble any common laboratory you could think of, the shining glassware and technology contrasting heavily with their decrepit surroundings. And only now did you take in the way the woman dressed, all in white, a lab blouse, protective glasses, gloves everything a real scientist would need.

But you didn't need to be a genius to know that whatever that woman was, a scientist would never be the proper term to define it.

"Now can you bring her to the table? Strap her really tight unlike the last one." She said as she walked a few meters away to grab you know what from a pile undisguisable from any other, all the while you were dragged once more and roughly locked into some kind of retraining table.

"Do you know how much products I spent on that last girl only for her restraints to go loose at the most crucial point??? That solution took me months to make, and she pushed it off the table as she ran away! Completely ruined!"

"Not like she went very far.." You could hear the man mumble as he fastened the last of your restraints before putting some space between you and him.

"Any way you can go now, your payment is in the wallet next to the backdoor, with a little present from my part for all your hard work~~" She pressed him out, that grin never leaving her lips, widening as the sound of steps fading always let you know you were now both alone.

"Now dear, I'm sorry but we'll have to skip the presentation and head straight for the funny part! I know it's not your fault that you don't want to be here and all the usual bullshit but I got things to do right? And you wouldn't mind helping me out a bit wouldn't you?"

She slowly approached your table, and only the vague sound of metal echoing through your ears let you know you were actually trying to get away from her.

"Now, that isn't very polite of you. But don't worry, you'll get used to everything after a few months or so."

"But firstly got a tiny little question to ask you. Be happy, you'll get to know a little more about why you're here! Isn't it exciting?"

She paused, her back facing you as she grabbed something from behind a row of beaker and other utensils. Before her wicked eyes turned slowly back to you.

"You like spiders, don't you?"

.. What?

A pause. That's it, by now you were sure this woman had definitely lost it long ago.But the revelation didn't bring any peace to your mind, still very much in distress form her very presence.

"If you don't, worry not . I'm sure you'll like them as much as I do by the time I'm finished with you." She was now stepping away towards yet another door leading to who-knows where, a few metallic noises echoing through the silence before she reappeared, now armed with a slim but sturdy want that she quickly put on a trail not to far from where you laid.

"But first I'll need to get you all prepped up for the big deal."

Your eyes grew wide once more, your entire body jerking against the restrains. The dryness of your throat now preventing you from begging for mercy.

Her eyes, those wicked orbs that had left you free from their grip were now back on you. But now filled with a madness you only hoped to be your imagination.

In her hand was a small filled with a transparent liquid serynge, wich dripped a few drops as she made sure all the airways out.

Gulping hard, you could only stare,silent despite your screaming mind , as the first of many syringes pierced through your skin and allowed an unknown liquid to course throw your veins. Paralyzed, the only sign of your tourment was the tears that's pearled down your cheeks.

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From then on, all you could remember was pain.

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[motherthroat]

ok see now i'm gonna go down the list again n send u a novel bc quite frankly i'm relentless n want to know wht three emojis u wouldn’t give me + clown around Together 😇

🍪 - this is a given and my motivation behind handcuffing us together for all of eternity duhhh<3

💥 - this is visible to anyone with eyes but i do understand tht it may be nice to hear so yes mori ur layout is very pleasing 👍

🚬 - you Are cool, n perhaps intimidatingly so, but not to me bc you’ve been soft w me before n even tho you're taller.. in my heart, you're my height. or shorter :3

🍜 - see i can’t say this bc i feel like ur skills cannot be imitated bc wht infuses such flavor into ur work is the fact tht it comes from You n it has ur heart in it. so. i will leave all of tht to you n all of the fawning n rabid cheerleading to me 😌

🧠 - yes i learn that there are indeed intelligent life forms out there which is always reassuring and desperately needed in these dark times amen 🙏

suddenly blind and unable to read idk wht the next emoji is omg 404 blue screen of death currently buffering only to finally load…..

🍧 - yes. u are. n i remember sometimes going “omgggg am i special… seeing the soft underside… 🥹👉👈” heheheheheh but again this is jus a Given like. nods at u

🧢 - see idk if i have the proper qualifications to determine whether or not ur a Bro and i would hate to be misdiagnosing out here 😞

🫀 - ok so see the thing abt this one is tht i’m actually a goodie two shoes tht can’t fight n has nonexistent arm strength so this whole killing someone n digging a grave thing would have to perhaps fall to u like . it’s almost a cannibal au situation except we’re not eating them yk? 🫶 but i would offer emotional support ofc n a moist towelette to wipe the blood off. sooo ride or die as in that + i'm your chihuahua guard dog tht would bite anyone's ankle <3 (but this is also a given bc again: the handcuffs. would i cuff us if we weren't ride or dies? exactly.)

🗣 - the thing abt this one is i’d be happy tht ur out there thriving living ur life or i’d assume tht u were here but deleted ur posts before i woke up / logged in bc the alternative would also kill me immediately </3

the only time i’d ever send u a tomato is if i were gently placing one in ur hand bc we were in the kitchen cooking something delicious n u asked me to get u one :) peace n luv on planet earth

i made tht small text n it's still long as hell . rip

𝄢 hey 😎

🍪 ─ u're v fascinating n i mean that. even if u do smth incredibly weird that'll annoy me i'd still go hmm i can fix them. or not bc i'll most likely be knee-deep joining u on wtvr u're doing. u make my ti-dom...... ti-domming

💥 ─ the fact that i'm ur moot rn is prove bc ppl w horrid sense of aesthetic just existing piss me off

🫂 ─ a given. in fact, u can bring up the most outta nowhere, embarassing topic n i won't ever think fuck this lil weirdo asking me stupid shit. tho if it's trivial matters like a post reminding me of u, i prefer to interact publicly. for no rzn................

🚬 ─ no ♡ u are cool... the way i find will byers cool. unintimidatingly so. n the fact that i'm shorter in ur heart is actually sickening to read ngl. this is us denise, this is how we look side by side ↓ 1.) i can rest my chin on top of ur head 2.) if i'm any shorter then we'd both be chihuahua material which is wrong

🍜 ─ ur ability to befriend anyone quick n be generally likable instead of mr. oversuspicious who yells at anybody stepping on his lawn due to a few bad experiences x

❤️‍🔥 ─ do i need to say anyth. c'mon. c'mon. everytime i log in, i wonder what's denise gonna say today abt raggedy ass ppl n what cute stuff is denise gonna come up w. u helplessly dying on the floor due to ur lactose intolerance for the 5th time is Content. atp i'm an enjoyer of a whole denise* not just denise the st blog

🧠 ─ maybe. not necessarily learning new things but being reassured that smone hasn't forgotten the thing

─ ok? i was making a creamy red sauce rigatoni w flan as dessert n u gotta pay the kiss the cook toll to even get the flan i put on the upper shelf but ig smone is full. more for me 🙄

🍧 ─ another given. n here's the thing: i don't like it when ppl get 💗💞💓💕💖-coddly w me. s not inherently bad, just that a lot of em expect u to match energies/respond similarly which is. i don't do that. n i don't like how fragile sm mutualships can be over it. but i don't mind u barfing ur love all over my activity partly bc ik uk how i am n none of my painstaking push n pull will deter u + it's U. that's it

🧢 ─ pft no. never even crossed my mind. u hv ZERO bro energy

🫀─ i knew u have the arm strength of soggy fries so i alrd fully assigned myself to do the brute work yes. on a srs note, u're my Friend friend. now me making a distinction between a friend n a Friend friend seems terrible but the latter isn't just existing in the same space peacefully, no, i wanna get to a point where u n i fight over small things n make up 5 mins later. i want us to bonk e/o on the heads. i want sm henpecking going on when necessary. ik u can be relied on for that level of #trust

❤️‍🩹 ─ *n this is why i wanna meet u irl. i want this so bad it's actually embarassing

🗣 ─ yes but if u're enjoying life away from this lawless wasteland n its chronically online weirdos i can do nothing but let u be. get that fresh O². touch that grass

🍅 ─ why the hell would i give u this. why. not in a million yrs. unless... ☹ peace n luv on planet earth indeed. later i'm peeling chilled fruits n sharing it w u on the front porch as we watch the sun set alongside édith piaf's hymne à l'amour

[signedeclipse]

hi! This is my first time requesting anything, but imma try my best 👍

I'd like to request a match up, if that's ok!

Im bisexual, she/her. Very short (5 ft exactly) with curly hair. My sense of style is a mess. It's all very brightly patterned thrift shop stuff, or old clothes from middle school I still fit in (even tho that was like a decade ago....rip) aka like graphic tees.

Personality... very shy/anxious. Once I find someone I'm comfortable with I can be very loud tho. Once I open up I'm pretty snarky/sarcastic. Almost always, if I'm a little mean to someone it means I'm comfortable around them enough not to be hyper polite.

I like to read and write (even tho I never show anyone my writing lol). I also like karate and judo! I get my ass kicked on the regular, but it's fun. (I can throw ppl twice my weight hehehe)

I hope that's good enough...I just kinda word vomited in the ask box lol hope you can understand

Anyway thank you very much and I hope you have wonderful days 👍

You got…Kaigaku!

You two met when he was human and he really misjudged you! He can be mean and snarky to those he thinks won't bite back, but after a few back and forths he learns quickly that you have just as much of a sharp tongue as he does.

Both of you would have a very big 'no one can insult my s/o except for me' dynamic. He could pick you apart in a minute, but if someone even suggests a single negative thing about you he will hunt. them. down. He will make entire enemies out of people who said your hair was kind of messy that day.

Kaigaku does not care whether you want him to read your writing or not, he will snatch it out of your hands and hide in a tree just so he can taunt you about it, but secretly he really enjoys your writing and will take back any words that stop you from continuing a work.

One of his favourite things about you is your strength. You are so promising that you can stand up to him so long as he isn't using a breathing style. Despite his size, you can have him on the ground with enough strategy, which encourages him to train hand to hand with you so he can improve himself. He is reluctant to teach you anything about swords because he knows you might outdo him.

Expect a relationship that is very playful, sometimes difficult but always a gift that keeps giving. Kaigaku will protect you at all costs, and if that means loving you into your grave then so be it.

Authors Note - I'm glad I could be your first request! Thank you for your patience, anon! I really hope I was able to make a matchup thats up to your standars <3

[hongism]

heartbreak hotel. (k.sw, 18+)

» k.sunwoo x fem!reader » pretty much just smut + filth 👍 » language, explicit smut, alcohol consumption, semi-enemies to lovers » summary; you’re keen on playing the game with the expectation of winning against a man like kim sunwoo - someone rich and equally arrogant, who expects to have everything handed to him on a silver platter - but you both underestimated how well he plays and overestimated your ability to withstand what he throws your way. » wc; 11.6k

a/n; standing man emoji. that’s all. in honor of my queen melty sometimes i still hear her voice (affectionately screaming yelling and threatening me) also this was only one third of the original outline so im not saying more to come but... act surprised if more does come...

Tempo up and down like that, becoming honest This fading line between us, let’s tear it down Just acknowledge our feelings and take a step forward

» smut warnings; semi-public sex, protected piv, oral sex: m & f receiving, manual stimulation, grinding, edging, dirty talk, some degradation, petnames: doll, kitten, slut, big dick kink (almost), (slight) hair pulling, car sex (please always wear a seatbelt don’t do this...)

“Hey, mind grabbing that customer for me?”

All it takes is one glance down the line of the bar to understand why your coworker is requesting such a thing, but you can’t find yourself too enthused to take her up on the offer. A young man — probably early twenties and younger than you by at least a couple years — dressed to the nines in what you consider to be a rather run-down and dirty dive of a bar given his neatly crimped suit and pressed tie. Even the way he wears his hair with too much gel and carefully styled to only exposed half of his forehead seems to scream the phrase ‘I’m a douche, do not approach me!’, but alas you care for your coworker far too much for your own good and won’t turn her down even if the guy is a raging prick.

“Yeah, pop this drink over to Jerry for me, please?” You leave the drink in question beside her at the other side of the bar before wiping your palms down over your ratty apron and stepping over to the newcomer. “What can I get you?”

Instead of a response, or even a basic human acknowledgment, the kid lifts his hand and shows off the unmarred skin of his palm while typing away at his phone with his other one. It takes every bit of your willpower to not roll your eyes and snap right then and there, frankly, but the promise of tips and money far outweighs the desire to be an ass in return. You do bite into the inside of your cheek, however, in the hopes that it will keep your expression from showing too much annoyance when the man finally sets his phone down and glances up at you.

“Scotch on the rocks, top shelf stuff if you can manage it. I have a friend on the way too, get him a Mai Tai if you would, doll.” His gaze flits down to your shirt, scanning the little metal tag that has your name etched into it for a few seconds, but he’s looking back at your face moments later without any intention to address you by your proper name. “You can go now, that’s all.”

“Gonna need to see a license first.”

“I don’t have a license.”

“Then you can’t drink alcohol.” We have a kids’ menu crosses your mind too but you don’t dare say such a thing with other customers in close quarters.

“I have my identification card in my wallet, don’t be so huffy,” he huffs out as he twists at the waist to fish around in his suit pockets. He flashes the little card in your face to your dismay, and the birthdate does indeed confirm that he’s perfectly legal so you relent with a little sigh.

“Coming right out, sir.”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t make me wait too long.”

His looks are also a bit deceiving, it seems, because according to said card, he’s not nearly as young as you predicted him to be — twenty-three and turning twenty-four within the next few weeks — and it’s only disheartening because you can’t pin his attitude and demeanor on being an immature rich teen. You’ve dealt with enough of that type to at least know how to throw some harmless quips in their faces when they get a little too arrogant and dick-headed, but this one just seems to be the run-of-the-mill rich ass who thinks he’s got plenty of better things to do than be kind to the people serving him. Setting the pair of drinks down before him on the counter doesn’t even earn you a thank you, let alone any sort of attention in the slightest even as you inform him that the brand of scotch you’ve given him is the best of the best and ready to put a proper dent in any average man’s wallet. He barely blinks at the information.

“How bad is he?” Your coworker asks as you move back to wipe down your hands.

“Not nearly as bad as I imagined. Just the rich kind of asshole.”

Yuna shakes her head ever so slightly, letting brown hair fall from her bun to frame her pretty face. She’s still new to both the area and the job, especially compared to the several years you have under your belt being here, but she has managed to go above and beyond all your other coworkers (even the ones you’ve got on with for years). You don’t doubt that she could easily handle some tougher customers and still manage to get a pretty tip out of them but you’d feel a bit awful throwing her to the wolves when she directly asks you for help the way she did.

“Those are the worst ones, aren’t they?”

You hum your approval and glance back over your shoulder. The seat next to the man is now occupied by another body, someone of similar build and age to him it seems but you’re still required to do your job even if you have an inkling that he’s of age. Pushing yourself back to that edge of the bar, you plaster a little grin on your lips before speaking to either man.

“May I see your ID before you drink, sir?”

“Oh! Of course, yeah, just one second!” At least this one is far friendlier than the first, despite wearing a similar suit and tie. He flashes a license in your direction, and your eyes gravitate to the birth year and nothing else as usual.

“Perfect, thank you.”

He returns your grin with one of his own. You feel heat rush to your cheeks as you turn around to glance over the rest of the bar. Either your standards have dipped considerably low or you were simply that put off by his less than stellar companion to a point where you find the other’s kindness that palatable.

The next few hours pass in a flash as the bulk of your clientele come through for happy hour, and you don’t have time to catch your breath so thinking about a rich prick and his hot friend is out of the question entirely. That is until the end of the rush when you have to go back over to that area of the bar when one of them waves you down.

“Refill and a water, if you would.” His tone is nothing short of demanding, and even his friend has the decency to offer you a sympathetic glance in the face of his friend’s shortness.

“I’ll take a water as well, please,” he enunciates his gratitude that way despite the way the man at his side promptly ignores you before you’ve even stepped away. You return his smile with one of your own as though to say that it’s entirely fine and nothing out of the ordinary for a job such as this one. Still, the little bits of kindness you do receive throughout long and grueling shifts like this one are few and far between so it’s nice to have some of that, especially from a handsome face. A job’s a job at the end of the day, a way to make a living and get money, and while you don’t have the most groundbreaking paychecks to bring home to you and your pet betta fish Earl, it’s a living nonetheless. The work can be unforgiving at times, sure, yet you still keep coming back because you do enjoy it. Maybe one day you’ll have to move off to a different job, a different place, but for now, you get to enjoy how things are. It makes having to deal with that one rude customer for the rest of the night much easier when you think about it like that, at least.

That and the fact that when he slams his black card down on the bar counter at the end of the night for both him and his friendly companion, you get to take it back to the register and feel unadulterated glee when the payment refuses to process. Three attempts on the chip reader and two backup swipes to check that it isn’t just a faulty reader later, you’re walking back to the pair at the end of the bar with a bitten-back grin.

“Sorry sir, but your payment’s been declined. Do you have a different card you can use to pay?”

“Declined?” He sounds positively scandalized, which you’re sure is utterly humiliating for a man like him. “For fuck’s sake…”

“Did he cut you off again? Jesus man, that’s the third time this mon—”

“Yeah, I fucking know, Juyeon!”

“Here, I’ve got it covered. You’ll just owe me next time, Kim.” The man — Juyeon, as he appears to be called — pulls his own wallet back out and slides a more modest and normal-looking credit card across the counter to you. The apologetic smile paints his lips yet again, his companion snatching back his precious yet defunct black card from your fingers. “Sorry for the trouble.”

“No worries. I’ll be right back.”

True to your word, you only disappear for a minute this time around as there are no further issues with Juyeon’s card.

“Is it alright if we hang around a bit and nurse our waters?” he inquires when you return his card to his possession.

“Sure, go on ahead! If you decide you want anything else to drink, just flag down a worker!”

“Ah, if I—” he chokes on nothing but saliva a second later before the words can get out, and you pass a worried glance over at him from where you were trying to make a speedy getaway. “Um… sorry, if I want to have you wait on us again, who — who should I ask for?”

“Oh?” You blink at his wide brown eyes for a moment without really processing the request. “Oh! Oh, um, okay — uh, just ask for Y/n. But I’ll be on break for the next thirty minutes or so…” His companion releases a snort, and you’re certain that if you glanced over at him now you’d find the man rolling his eyes back into his head.

“Y/n? Perfect, will do.” He passes a smile your way that shows the pretty expanse of his white grin, and you find yourself a little too flustered to do anything other than nod awkwardly and step away from the bar counter.

“Yuna, I’m gonna take my break now,” you say through a sigh, hands already reaching around your back to tug at your apron. As lovely as it is to be propositioned by hot customers, you typically don’t find it in good taste to engage in that sort of behavior back when you’re on the clock. Maybe, however, you’re a bit hopeful that said man will see you stepping away from the counter for a bit and find an opportunity there for him to take advantage of. If not, then c'est la vie and so be it.

It’s a great pleasure though when stepping into the hallway where the single-stall bathrooms reside has you greeting said man the moment you come back from dropping your apron in the back. He’s leaned up against the wall with arms crossed over his chest, and he’s abandoned the black suit jacket he had been wearing at the bar minutes ago to leave him in a simple form-fitting dress shirt alongside his slacks.

“Maybe I’m being a bit presumptuous but…?” Slowly, he pulls his arms down and offers a cheeky shrug coupled with a half-grin. You hum and smile back, not giving him the pleasure of seeing anything more than a thin-lipped smirk as you reach to grab him by the silk tie hanging about his neck.

“I’ll give you twenty minutes.”

“Perfect.”

You hook him into the ladies’ room solely because you noticed few women in the bar tonight, and you ought to manage to go undisturbed for a bit if you’re really lucky. He’s smothering you the moment you get the door closed behind you, hands on your body and lips seeking yours as you flip the lock and secure it into place. The touch is messy at best — clashing teeth and a quick press of his tongue against yours without any preamble — and while you understand his rush, you think he’s doing a shit job at getting you riled up with how he’s nearly biting through your tongue instead of simple teasing. You’re the one who tries to guide the pace back down to something more manageable and enjoyable for the both of you, but Juyeon inches his body closes to yours and nudges the bulge in his slacks against your inner thigh with no intention of slowing down.

“I’d love to have that pretty mouth wrapped around my cock, Y/n. Care to spoil me a little?”

You nearly scoff. It’s a wonder you thought he was that much better than his friend, but it seems as though all rich kids like them think the same. Still, you have no qualms with what he’s asking for even though you know it means he won’t be making any effort to get you off with how little time you have together.

Your fingers hook into his dress shirt, and you spin with enough momentum to get his back to slam into the door in a flip of your positions that has you pressing him up against the surface now.

“Fuck.”

A little hum slips free of your lips in response, one that’s accompanied by fluttering lashes and a coy gleam in your eyes as you sink down to your knees against the cool tiled floor. A few strands of gelled hair fall in front of his eyes when he tilts his chin down to gaze upon you in your new position.

“Just like that, pretty girl, pull my cock out, yeah?” He brings a large, veiny hand around the side of your head to tangle in your hair. You preoccupy yourself with tugging his belt free and once that’s out of the way, you go a bit above and beyond with the seduction factor by taking his zipper between your teeth and pulling it down, nose brushing into where his length sits trapped behind black underwear. “Come on, lemme fuck your mouth.” Crude, but you aren’t sure why you expected anything else. He seems entirely uninterested in your ideas of foreplay, however, do you decide to go on and forgo them by doing what he’s asking you to instead.

Slipping his member free of both pants and underwear, you waste no time in taking the tip between your lips, letting your tongue rest along the underside for only a few seconds before taking him deeper. It earns you a soft groan and matching thud as he seems to let his head fall back against the door in light pleasure. You wouldn’t say you’re known for your mind-blowing oral skills or being terribly enthusiastic without ample buildup, but the hasty noises of his pleasure give you enough of a confidence boost to get you dragging your tongue over his length as you sink deep enough to have his cockhead pressing into your throat. Swallowing there, you pull him all the way into your mouth, nose pressing into the neatly trimmed hairs around his base, before starting to find a steady rhythm to your bobs. Despite his hand being firmly placed in your hair, he makes no effort to guide your movements or fuck your face, which you’re a tad grateful for because you have to go back to work after this and don’t want to look like you’ve had your throat fucked raw the rest of the night.

Not the kind of fun you were hoping for, all in all, especially not as you pull off his cock less than three minutes later because he’s nearing his high. You lean to the side to grab a paper towel before he can blow his load all over your face — or worse, your clothes — and the moment you cover his member, he cums into the towel with a bitten back groan and hand still threaded through your hair to the point where it’s leaving a painful sting. The perk to him cumming so early, you suppose, means that there’s still time left for him to return the favor. At least, that’s what you thought just before turning around after throwing out the soiled paper towel to find Juyeon pulling his pants up and resituating his belt and clothes without so much as glancing in your direction.

“Thanks, pretty girl. You’re not half bad.” He winks but the gesture is more sleazy than actually attractive. You can do nothing but blink back at him as though too stunned to even speak. When he reaches for the lock, you finally do scoff and find it in you to speak.

“What? Not gonna return the favor?”

He shifts enough to glance at you over his shoulder. His bewildered expression shows that that’s a thought that never even crossed his mind.

“Why should I?”

And with that, he’s flipping the lock and stepping out of the bathroom without saying anything further.

“All the fucking same,” you mutter to yourself, kicking at the edge of the door with your foot until it snaps shut again.

There’s a headache beginning to form in your temple, one that persists even after your break ends and you get back to your shift once more. Neither Juyeon nor his prick of a companion is at the bar when you return, and your only solace is that you most likely won’t have to see either one of them for the rest of your life if you’re really lucky. That fact alone nearly makes you tell Yuna all about it on the spot but you decide it’s best to preserve what’s left of your dignity by pushing the thought of both men into the back of your mind for the rest of the night.

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To your credit, you don’t see Juyeon again after that night.

The more unfortunate issue is that his friend has started becoming something of a regular in the bar, and he always manages to come whenever your shifts are going. Twice a week, eight o’clock on the dot, usually Tuesdays and Fridays. The situation would likely be entirely fine if not for the fact that he always sits on your side of the bar and asks to have you wait on him every time he’s there.

You maintain a semi-friendly front to the best of your ability, and while some of that is genuine (you’re at least grateful he never asks about Juyeon even though he most definitely knows about your rendezvous with his friend in the bathroom), the majority of it is the customer-service worker in you that wants to avoid issue.

It’s one of those said nights — a Friday this time — that he comes in dressed in his usual suit and tie regalia, only this time he has a woman on his arm. She’s dressed equally as fancy as he is, wearing a slinky black dress that leaves little to the imagination. You wait over by his end of the bar with a smile already plastered across your lips before the pair even sits down.

“I was gonna ask if you wanted your usual, but it seems you’ve mixed things up for once.” Upon closer inspection, he’s simply wearing a silk vest under his blazer, a silver chain hanging down where his tie would normally be, and the outfit seems to almost intentionally match his companion’s.

“Ah, no, I’ll still have a scotch on the rocks. To—”

“Top shelf stuff, yup. We just got a new batch I can break open for you. And for you, ma’am?”

“Hm, just a martini.” He doesn’t have the decency to pull a stool out for her, but luckily she doesn’t make to sit down right away either. Instead, she sets her little black bag down atop the cushion and lingers behind the stool. “Is it alright if I run to the restroom first?”

“Go on ahead.” His gaze lingers for no more than two seconds when he sends her off; in fact, the way he pulls his gaze back down to the bar counter is almost hasty. Your curious stare must linger a little longer than necessary because he snaps his chin up to connect sharp eye contact that has you spinning on your own heel and heading back to start their drinks. It’s none of your business, honestly and truly, but one of the perks to this line of work is the subtle allowance for being nosy, and you find yourself curious nonetheless.

As it turns out, you get the pair’s drinks done and ready before the woman returns from her trip to the bathroom, and her companion — whose name you have yet to learn even after several weeks of serving him — barely bats an eye when you set the drinks down before him on the bar. His gaze is instead glued to the glowing screen of his phone, thumb pressed against the side of the screen as he seemingly scrolls without thought. You don’t bother making any sort of snide comment despite the urge to; you doubt he would even make an effort to look up from his phone if you did. It’s a slow night for once, however, which means that you spend more time lingering around the counter on your own rather than serving customer after customer. Even with some of your regulars pulling you into conversations here and there, you have fairly little to keep you occupied beyond people watching (ie watching this new regular and his date barely interact or speak for the next forty-five minutes).

He waves you down right as the clock hits nine o’clock, almost like he was counting the seconds until the hour came around. You take the black card he extends in your direction without thought and pass a slightly sympathetic smile to his date when she glances up with a rather defeated expression painting her pretty features.

It’s only poetic that you have the same issue that you had the very first time he came to this bar. Two attempts at the chip reader leave you helpless and with a declined card yet again, and you give one desperate swipe in the hopes that a miracle will strike but it’s to no avail.

Glancing back over your shoulder, you catch sight of the girl’s downcast eyes and her companion’s flat, unreadable face. You could easily return to him and humiliate him by passing the card back and telling him it’s been declined again. You would have no issue doing that if it were just him present, but your heart goes out to his date because the humiliation would bleed to her shoulders too. When she’s already having such a god-awful night as it is, you think you would much rather avoid that sort of issue altogether. So, against better judgment, you clear the register and pen yourself a reminder to fulfill the bill on your own card at the end of your shift. He only bought two drinks tonight, and although one of them had a heftier price tag, you have enough of a cushion in your bank account to spot the payment just this once. When you walk back to where the two are sitting, you swallow involuntarily to keep the lump in your throat down.

“Receipt?” You ask out of pure instinct despite knowing the answer.

“Not needed.” He takes the card out of your hands before you can even extend it in his general direction.

“Of course. Have a nice night.” Your words are moreso directed at the girl, but he doesn’t need to know the difference.

You are in the middle of reaching for their empty glasses when she clears her throat out of the blue, whipping her chin up and looking to her side with none of the earlier warmth that she entered with in her gaze.

“I’ll head out first. Thanks for the drink.”

That’s all the effort she spares on him, tone so icy that even you feel awkward just standing close enough to hear it, but you can’t find it in you to blame her for being so cold when he treated her with equal distaste. It’s only when she steps out of the bar that you decide to say something.

“You could’ve at least spoken to the poor girl.”

“Why? I hardly wanted to bring her along.”

Your frown turns into a deep scowl, but the man doesn’t look at you long enough to see your expression shift.

“Ah, right. Forgot how you rich folk work. Did daddy dearest set you up to close out a business deal or something else that’s equally ridiculous? In my eyes, she gets the short end of the stick being treated more like a bargaining chip than a human being.”

“Did you also consider the possibility that I am the bargaining chip rather than her?”

Given her nerves at the beginning of the night, you find yourself doubting such a thing.

“Shouldn’t I get a say in what I want too?” he continues, leaning forward on his elbows against the bar counter. There’s a certain edge to his tone that sharply contrasts the little glint in his eyes that shows he’s taking this exchange with a grain of salt.

“Okay then, what is it you want?” you fire back, hoping that your response is enough to make him flatline and wave you off. It’s just your luck when that isn’t how he reacts in the slightest. No, instead, he leans further across the counter in such a way that makes the deep vee of his satin vest fall lower and tease the tanned skin underneath. The silver pendant hanging around his neck dangles to the point of distraction, making your gaze drop to follow the movement only to get caught staring directly into that exposed skin. Full lips grin wide at you.

“Isn’t it only natural that I crave you more than anything else?”

“Right, and I want a million dollars. But I work in a bar instead. Can’t we be realistic?”

“Send me the bank details and I’ll have it deposited by morning.”

“With what? Your fancy little black card? By the way, daddy cut you off again and that dumb thing declined a second time. You’re lucky I had enough pity on your date to not humiliate her by announcing that her rich date couldn’t pay for one measly drink.” In hindsight, you wish you had led with that because it has him both stunned into silence and a bit flustered on top of that. He sucks in a sharp breath that almost hurts to listen to before reaching down into his pocket and pulling the same wallet as before out.

“I have cash on me, how much was it?”

“Fifty-eight. Your date was a lot cheaper than you.”

He forks over the money with an ease that isn’t all too surprising given how well off he is and how willing he is to drop fifty bucks on a drink multiple times a week. Still, you double-check the bills with a furrowed brow.

“This is… way too much money.”

“Well, it includes a tip.” He waves his hand at the wad of cash sitting in your palm like it’s nothing, but even so, he has never been so generous in his tips before tonight. A thought hits you as he blinks up at you with wide, expectant eyes.

“You can keep your money if you think I’m gonna sleep with you for a nice tip.” You pull the extra bills out, lip curling as disgust creeps up your spine, and toss them onto the counter without sparing him a glance.

“How much would it take for you to give me a chance then?”

“I’m not some — that’s not the kind of job I work. It’s not some pay-to-win game where the prize is a night in bed with me. I don’t even know your name.”

“You carded me.” The man says that like it’s supposed to change the fact and like he can’t possibly believe you wouldn’t have remembered his name from such a quick glance over his id.

“I don’t typically look at names; only birthdays. Sorry to disappoint.”

“Sunwoo. Kim Sunwoo, that is.” The belated introduction comes with a half grin that looks more uncomfortable than natural.

“Lovely to put a name to a regular’s face, thanks, but I’m still not keen on accepting that money from you.”

“Didn’t my companion tip you well after you snuck off to the bathroom with him the first time I was here?”

Your expression goes from shocked to horrified in a record-breaking amount of time, mostly because rather than wearing a stupid smirk or having a teasing lilt to his tone, Kim Sunwoo seems genuinely curious about the matter.

“He left me high and dry and without any sort of tip, so no. Your friend did nothing of the sort,” you spit back, perhaps a little too passionately in retrospect. “But I expect nothing less from the likes of you. Rich pricks with nothing better to do than take advantage of people poorer and less well off than you for some form of sick enjoyment, I suppose? I looked an idiot thinking he’d have some decency. I’m shocked he didn’t run back to you and tell you all about his spoils and fun.”

“He’s hardly someone I’d call a friend so no, we don’t exactly exchange stories like that.”

There’s a little lull in your conversation then, one that lets you pull away from the conversation almost naturally, and you find a decent excuse to not return to Sunwoo’s side of the bar by tending to a customer on the other end. It’s nearing the end of your shift anyway, so you won’t need to bother with entertaining the guy for much longer. You half-expect him to disappear and leave while you have your back turned; however, every time you turn around, your gaze flits over to where he sits and finds him still seated in the exact same spot. His dark eyes find yours each time, and your embarrassment amplifies more and more as it continues to happen. You hate to give anyone the pleasure of digging their way under your skin, yet all it took for Sunwoo to do it was a well-placed jab and a reminder of the shameful situation you’ve been trying to put out of your mind for the past several weeks.

You consider it a small win when Yuna finally comes to relieve you and you step out from behind the counter without speaking to the man again. It’s a short-lived victory, unfortunately, because rounding the corner to head to the break room where all the belongings that you brought with you to work leads you to find Sunwoo leaned up against the wall rather than at his seat at the bar.

“I’m off the clock now so customer service is out the window.”

“I don’t intend on asking you for a drink back here.”

“Then what exactly is it you want from me? I already said I’m not interested.”

“I’m not used to not getting what I want, I’ll be honest.”

“Oh, that much is glaringly apparent.” You nudge your way past him to reach the door to the back, but Sunwoo leans forward a little to block your path.

“What if I said I could do better than the last guy?”

“Then I’d call you a fool again.”

“You never know unless you try.”

“And risk getting humiliated and playing right into your hand? I know what game you’re playing, Mr. Kim. I’m afraid I don’t want to let you win it either. Maybe you should have given your date a better chance.”

“Could I at least have your phone number? You can block me at any time if you don’t wanna play anymore. I won’t even get a new number to try to contact you if you do!”

You spin on your heel partially out of sheer disbelief but also because you really want to see the expression on this guy’s face when he’s saying something so antagonistic. To no one’s surprise, he’s smiling back at you like a cheeky bastard. Backing down now would be the easier, simpler option. You’re well aware of that. But the more stubborn part of you would really love to play into what he wants if only to come out on top, the part of you that wants to prove a point — you’re dumb enough to believe that you can hold out against a serial player and beat him at his own game.

“Fine. But if I want out then that’s it.”

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rich prick: ur working tonight right?

me: why are you asking exactly?

rich prick: need to know whether i wear my sexy black shirt or just go with a vest for you to look down again :p

me: …two seconds from blocking you

rich prick: ohh should i dress casual? how about a crop top? you wouldn’t be able to see very well with the bar in the way but i wouldn’t want to distract you during work hours anyway ^^

Three weeks later, you’re certain that you have made a grave and irreversible mistake that there is no coming back from. Because as incessant as Kim Sunwoo can be at the bar, you have learned that he likes to be even more insufferable over text. He always texts for meaningless conversations that you know are just attempts to get under your skin, but your already-short patience can’t tolerate his teasing for more than a few minutes at a time. Mostly because you have already made peace with the fact that you are fighting an uphill battle that you’re losing dramatically.

You don’t have an edge on the guy — nothing to put you over him or win you any points. Because, without fail, each time you try to throw the cards back in his face, he manages to flip it around on you.

Make a comment about his dick probably being small? He pins you down with the oh so you’ve been thinking about it already?

Tell him too much confidence isn’t that appealing? He hits you with a and you have yet to block me.

You even went so far as to tell him that he needs a girl to put him in his place, and his response was to insinuate that you could dominate him any day of the week if that’s what it took to please you.

In all of your (misplaced) wisdom, you imagined it would be quick and easy to disarm a guy like him, but here you are weeks later glaring at the door you know he’s about to step through waiting to lose another game to him. it is entirely unfortunate that he looks right at you upon stepping into the building, and you’re caught spinning around to not look so expectant.

“Is it a slow night or do I suspect that you were waiting on me, doll?” His voice reaches your ears moments later, and you huff out an unamused little laugh before deciding to face him for real. Thankfully, he decided not to be entirely insane and wear a crop top or something equally ridiculous (read: distracting) — just a simple suit with a proper shirt underneath. He resituates the collar upon sitting down at the bar counter, popping two buttons free and letting a bit of skin shine through. If you didn’t know better, you would assume it’s simply hot outside and he’s doing it to cool off, but you’ve found yourself far too acquainted with his games these days and that means you know the exact reason behind his actions. Rather than giving him the pleasure of seeing you sweat, you push a glass down in front of him, one with a sphere of ice in the center, and showcase the bottle in your hand.

“Someone just had me crack this open. Will you be having it tonight by chance?” Not entirely the truth because that customer left nearly forty minutes ago and you were keeping an eye on the clock to gauge when Sunwoo would be coming in, but he doesn’t need to know any of that.

“Of course, you know my order by now, don’t you?”

It is a rather slow night, mostly because it’s a Tuesday and that’s far from your busiest day of the week. That’s the sole reason why you’re allowing Sunwoo to have even this much of your attention, along with the extra insurance of having a coworker on the other end of the counter chatting up some other customers.

Sunwoo levels you with a stare as you pour his drink. You try to ignore it to the best of your ability, but the heat of his gaze lingers even when you turn to put the bottle back on the shelf behind you.

“Did you get all dolled up just for me?”

You hesitate where you’re stretched up on your tiptoes to cast a glance back at the man over your shoulder.

“Do you think you’re really worth that effort?”

“That all depends on whether you want me to have you or not.”

You neglect to respond until you have the liquor firmly placed back safely on the shelf — it’s probably worth more than you are and you don’t want that put on a damages tab of any sort — then smooth down the front of your apron. You didn’t put any special effort into what you’re wearing, even if Sunwoo thinks otherwise. There’s a limited selection of clothes you can wear to work, and because you are dramatically lazy during the weekend, you neglected to wash the jeans you typically wear on Tuesdays. The only other option you had was the pleated black skirt that hugs your waist now, and while it’s not riding up your ass and showing anything unprofessional, Sunwoo has a way of seeing exactly what he wants to see. So of course, he would flatter himself with the thought that you chose the outfit specifically for him.

“Are you drinking alone tonight, or can I expect another failed date to come through?”

“Ha ha,” Sunwoo accentuates the forced laugh with a small roll of his eyes. You take innate pleasure in irking him even a tiny bit. “I’m free for the night for once. When does your shift end?”

“I get off early tonight because my manager is bringing in someone new to train. He like doing all the training himself so I get to leave in thirty minutes rather than in four hours.”

Sunwoo nods, fingers tracing the rim of his glass as he purses his lips. No words leave his mouth, however, and you’re left to piece together what his expression means in lieu of hearing another teasing remark. You don’t need to think too deeply about it if you’re being perfectly honest because the implication is there — the inquiry about whether he’ll have a guest, him asking about your shift,  the subtle yet very obvious pokes around the same bush that leave you wondering how the night might end. You think he knows as well as you do that you’re fighting a losing battle, so truly it’s only a matter of time and whether he moves the right pieces into place. Rather than speaking just yet, however, he passes a little grin your way before lifting his glass to his full lips.

“Don’t let me get in your way for those last thirty minutes then,” he says, tone something low and borderline sinful. “I can gladly wait my turn.”

You suck your lower lip into your mouth to keep from smiling back.

The next thirty minutes pass in a blur of soap and water solely because you finish out your shift by cleaning the dishes thanks to the lack of customers. It keeps you busy and away from Sunwoo, leaving the man to Yuna while you carry out your work duties with no distractions from said man. Without you needing to return to the counter, you fully expect the night to end without another word from him.

It’s a slight disappointment when you leave through the side door after your shift officially ends without even a text from the man. It feels a bit like a repeat of what happened with his friend that first day you met him, albeit with a few key differences. It would be quite the blow to your ego if these weeks of playing into his hand ended without any sort of physical gratification, and if you were to lose so spectacularly here and now, you imagine Sunwoo would be more than happy to lord that over you.

“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long?”

You glance up from your phone in search of the offending voice, and your glare settles on the exact man you were just thinking of moments prior.

“What I supposed to be waiting for you?” you ask in return, prompting him to peel himself away from the sleek black luxury car he’s leaned against to stand at his full height.

“I believe we had something of a mutual understanding in there but…” he trails off in favor of smiling over at you. With one hand, he gestures over his shoulder and tilts his chin a bit in question. “You could always prove me wrong and head home on your own.” You regard both the man and the car behind him with as little interest as you can feign at the moment, but you imagine that your fate is already perfectly sealed with no mystery about whether you’ll take him up on his offer or not. “I didn’t magically get my license either, but the backseat does have a lovely partition that offers quite a bit of privacy.”

“It sounds to me like you’re making quite a few presumptions, Sunwoo.”

His grin extends as he pops the door to the backseat open.

“After you, doll.”

You take the bait for precisely what it is and without a further fight, stepping into his space and laying a hand atop the edge of the door. As you lower yourself into the vehicle, your fingers brush past where his linger. It’s the first contact of the night, as well as the first bit of physical teasing you’ve managed to pull off with him. It’s awfully difficult to ‘accidentally’ brush hands or nudge into his personal space with your job and the distance between your end of the bar counter and his, so getting to ease into it now adds a layer of excitement to the already overflowing cup of anticipation in your gut. He shuts the door once you’re safely seated inside, leaving you to glance forward at the clear partition separating the front seat from the back where you now sit. There’s a dainty black curtain covering half the transparent material, and it in turn shrouds your view of the driver in the front seat.

“Doesn’t your driver need to know where he’s going before he takes off anywhere?” you inquire when the door opposite yours pulls open.

“Someone seems to be in quite the rush.”

“You forget that I’m the one at your mercy right now, Sunwoo.”

“Oh hardly, kitten. If I wanted you at my mercy, our positions would be much different.” He settles into the leather seat and snaps the car door shut with a little huff of laughter. Seconds later, he’s leaning forward and shifting the curtain to expose the driver to your eyes, knocking on the surface until the man in the front rolls the partition down enough to hear better. “Please escort us to this fair lady’s residence.” Sunwoo shifts to glance back at you, gaze almost expectant as he nods towards the driver. You recite your address without much thought. Against what is likely better judgment, you find yourself trusting your companion enough to not behave out of turn; if he really did have nefarious intentions with you, you imagine he would’ve acted on those desires a long while ago and not stuck around to play this game with you for as long as he has.

When the partition rolls back up, Sunwoo tugs the curtain back into place and once again shrouds the front end of the car from view. Soft music is filtering through the speakers but it acts as nothing more than white noise once Sunwoo settles his gaze on you.

“You can almost taste the tension, can’t you?” he remarks through a grin. His gaze is nearly lidded thanks to the purely sinful way he’s staring over at you, and you find yourself feeding right into his palm without much effort.

“If you’re gonna fuck me, then do it and get it over with.” You hardly feel a thing when the car begins to move, although all your focus and attention has shifted towards the man on your left who now leans across the middle seat to press closer to your body.

“Ah, that’s how you imagined this going?” A laugh leaves him, but this time it’s full-bodied and swamped with mirth. “That’s not at all how I intended to have you, doll.”

“Are you trying to prove a point? Is that it? Make me think you’re any different than the next rich prick who wants to bang me?” You twist at the waist to better look at him.

“I doubt I have to make you think one way or another. If I’m going to have you, Y/n, I simply wish to make certain you are left satisfied and feel the full extent of pleasure with me. Is that such a crime?” He leans further into your space until he’s close enough to cascade hot breath over your neck and down the front of your shirt. And almost like a woman possessed, you find yourself shifting to accommodate his weight against your body, drawing a leg up onto the seat and all but granting him passage between your legs as he brushes his nose into the underside of your jaw.  “I hardly wish to simply fuck you and get it over with, but if you wish to believe that of me, I’ll take it as a challenge to prove you wrong.”

“And if I said I wanted it hard and fast?”

“Oh, I can be a little mean, a little rough, if that’s what you like. But only if that’s what you like, doll. Tell me what kind of slut you are, and I’ll pace myself according to your desires. I get off to seeing a pretty girl falling apart over me, so it’s a win-win situation for me.” He’s inches away from your lips now, each word pushing more of his heated breath into your parted lips in a way that feels far too lascivious for the lack of privacy you two have. Just past the partition sits a man who is essentially a total stranger, and all that separates you is a partition wall and a tiny black curtain to shroud your activities from view. He must notice the way you glance from his face to said wall a few times as your thoughts go back and forth because he leans back just enough to look over in the same direction. “You can stay quiet, can’t you, kitten?”

Your close proximity leaves no room to hide from his sharp gaze. Ducking your chin to the side only acts as a dead giveaway when he clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

“Ah, unless you want to be a bit naughty? I can accommodate that as well if you wish.”

With a little surge of confidence (and perhaps a tiny dabble of audacity to match), you reach out and snatch Sunwoo, fingers pressing into his cheeks and digging against the sharp curve of his jawline.

“If you wish to do something here and now, then I suggest you hurry because my apartment isn’t more than fifteen minutes from the bar by bus.”

His eyes flick over your features before the realization settles in, and you end up having to be the one to close the gap between your mouths regardless because of that moment of hesitation. Finally feeling his lips atop yours provides almost paramount gratification for all these weeks of intense teasing — keeping each other at arm’s length just enough to make you go mad with desire despite the simplicity of your game — and your only saving grace is that he seems just as desperate to have more once he gets that first taste.

He presses up against your body with almost blind fervor, hands securing on your hips as his tongue breaches your lips and dives deeper for more. You allow him that much and push him back to find a better position for the both of you. He drags a hand around to your back then and coaxes your legs to part around his hips until you’re straddled across his lap. With the leverage comes a bit of power too as you can better push him into the seat and drive the kiss with your tongue fighting back against his now. He maintains his hold on your back but his other hand draws forward and lower, slipping down beneath the line of your skirt to seek something else. You expect that touch to come almost immediately but he stalls just enough to catch you off-guard. All it takes is two fingers and a touch so faint that it sends shivers down your spine to have you curling up against his body. It also elicits a quiet gasp from your lips that he swallows as the control falls back into his hands.

You have nowhere to ground yourself but his shoulders. Blunt nails dig into the fabric of his suit jacket, and when that fails to give you the satisfaction you’re after, you slip your hands under both jacket and shirt to settle against his heated skin as he dares to dig into your folds a bit more. He doesn’t breach your underwear yet, keeping himself restrained to just nudging at your cunt through the fabric. The pleasure you derive from the simple touch is borderline humiliating, only deterred by the sloppiness of your tongue against his.

More, you think but he keeps you from voicing that thought with the way his mouth keeps seeking yours when you try to pull back for breath. His persistence leaves you a little dazed, a little dizzy, and when he finally does let you gasp for air, it’s the same moment that he decides to push you down against the line of seats with his body draped heavily over yours. The angle is awkward at best with one of his arms still pressed between the two of you, and you have to let one leg fall over the edge of the seats just to accommodate the position, but it also lets you feel the rather prominent bulge at the front of his pants against the inside of your knee. In a move that’s more subconscious than an entirely purposeful one, you press into the bulge of his half-hard cock just to get a reaction out of the man. He rewards you kindly with a moan that’s barely bitten back at the last second, but then he’s dipping his fingers past the hem of your panties and finally dragging through your wet folds with more direct purpose. You curl your leg in with the first brush against your clit, and Sunwoo seizes it as an opportunity to push down hard atop your thigh, grinding his clothed erection into it. He draws a moan from his own mouth with the action, one that you swallow down with another kiss. The thought of where you are almost escapes you, along with the fact that you aren’t entirely alone, so as much as you wish to fully lose yourself in the feeling of his finger pushing into your pussy, you don’t let your sounds go beyond his lips.

“God, I wanna fuck you,” Sunwoo hisses against your mouth. He digs a second digit alongside the first and stretches your walls open a bit wider.

“N-Not without protection,” you reply, albeit through stuttered breaths and gritted teeth.

“Mm, what? Don’t want me to soil your pretty little cunt with my cock? Spoil you for anyone else who wants to fuck you?” Your head tips back at the next sensation to course through your body, and Sunwoo takes advantage of that moment of weakness to dip his mouth down to your neck. You truly do forget where you are in that split second, when he sucks your flesh between his lips and drags his teeth across your skin, and the next sound to leave your lips is anything but quiet. “See now when you make noises like that, how am I supposed to not want to ruin you for everyone else? Makes me wanna pump you full of my cum and plug you up nice and good. Could make you sloppy seconds for anyone else who wants to have you.”

You reach around the back of Sunwoo’s head, tangling your fingers through his hair just to ground yourself as he curls his fingers deep inside your cunt. He drags the tip of his thumb over your clit with the same monotonous rhythm that builds in pace as he grows almost insistent, and the jerks of his hips follow along almost as though he’s imagining the feeling of truly fucking you with the lewd movements. You sink your teeth into your lower lip as a whimper threatens to slip out. Just having one hand on him isn’t enough to quell your desires, not until you have your other arm braced around his shoulders and holding his body against yours.

“Let me have a taste,” he growls against your neck, and the low gravelly tone of his voice sends a little surge of vibrations through you. It sinks the anchor of desire further in your stomach. You guide him lower between your legs with a sort of urgency that’s nearly humiliating, yet given how he stares up at your face from where he’s now eye level with the skirt that’s ridden up your thighs, you imagine he’s in the same state himself.

Cold air brushes over your cunt for only but a moment before Sunwoo is panting hot breath over your folds. His fingers linger inside you as he takes his first sweet taste of you — a long and purposeful lick that moves from where his hand sits up to your clit then back down to your hole, and your thighs tremble with the gentle teasing.

“You look so pretty and needy for me, kitten. How could anyone not want to see you writhing in pleasure under them?” The little jab at his ‘friend’ doesn’t slip past your notice, but you don’t make any effort to swing for the ball he’s just thrown your way. Now that you have him, you want to have him in his entirety. Should the chance fall into your lap again, maybe then you’ll want to play around a bit more, but now isn’t the time for that. All you can do to make that known to him is push down with the hand you still have wrapped up in his hair. The slope of his nose meets your clit, and he dips his tongue between your walls, more than eager to listen to your silent demands. Your thighs draw up to close around his head as the stimulation reaches a mounting pleasure. Yet just as you feel yourself right at the edge of an orgasm, the feeling evaporates entirely, and your walls squeeze tight around his fingers. A quiet chuckle follows, and he draws his face up to meet your heated gaze, letting the orgasm fall away before you can delight in it.

“You sick bastard,” comes your choked-out jab that sounds almost like a sob given the way you’re gasping for breath.

“Wanna feel how tight your pussy gets when you’re cumming on my cock, princess. Don’t hold it against me.” Sunwoo pushes up on the seat until he’s on his knees, hands quickly moving down to mess with the button of his slacks.

You would move to help him if he hadn’t just ripped such a sweet orgasm out from under you, but it also gives you the chance to sit back and enjoy the view as he nudges his pants and underwear down just enough to pull his rather sizable length out. Just the first glance almost has you abandoning your ploy to crawl forward and take him into your mouth because he’s more than a little gifted with a pretty face and equally pretty dick. Long, not overly thick but enough to make you salivate, and fully erect to the point of showing off — you push yourself up onto your elbows and blink from his cock to his smug little expression that all but announces your interest in every bit of him.

“Wish I could fuck you now but,” Sunwoo hesitates and exhales slowly, hands moving around your legs to grip your thighs where they meet your hips, “I think I can rile you up just fine by mimicking the real thing.”

You tilt your chin, not quite understanding what exactly he means by that until he presses the length of his cock against your wet pussy. With one hand to push your folds together over his dick, Sunwoo thrusts forward directly over the sensitive bud of your clit, merely a testing little thrust to help him find the optimal position to pseudofuck you in, and he slips into an easy rhythm. Your cunt provides enough wetness to make the glide more pleasurable, but even with that to assist, there’s a little burn of roughness with each thrust that drags his length over you. It’s nothing overtly painful, nothing you aren’t deriving pleasure from, and you certainly aren’t complaining about the sensation even when Sunwoo smirks down at you as the whimpers start to fall more freely from your lips. You must look awfully pathetic in his eyes — either that or an absolute vision with the way you have the back of your hand pressed over your mouth to conceal the noises. The corners of your eyes are a tad wet as well, little pinpricks of tears that threaten to fall down your temples and into your hair.

Reality comes down with full force when knuckles rap hard against the partition wall and interrupt your moment of passion and fervor with Sunwoo. You flip your hand around swiftly, clapping your palm down hard over your mouth as your eyes go wide with shock. Your partner, on the other hand, hardly looks surprised at all, merely pulling back to push his dick back into his underwear like it’s nothing but a minor nuisance. You rush to pull yourself into a more decent position while pulling your clothes into their original places in an effort to hide any evidence of what you and Sunwoo were just doing. The damage is likely already done, and the driver more than likely knows to act ignorant out of respect, although you still feel a bit grateful when he doesn’t so much as look in your direction when Sunwoo guides you out of the car.

“My apartment is this way,” you say, fiddling with your purse in search of your keys. Sunwoo shoves his hands deep into his pockets and clears his throat. You would almost put his attitude off as nonchalant at best, if not for the clear bulge of his erection still poking at the front of his pants and the borderline obvious way he tries to adjust his dick into a more comfortable position through the pockets. You feel utterly debauched yourself, so that likely reflects itself on your appearance, although you have the saving grace of it being late. No one obstructs your path on the staircase up to your floor, and even the hallway outside your door is void of life aside from the moth that’s made a home of your wall lamp. Despite the stillness between you and Sunwoo while just outside the door, that facade is suddenly shattered as you fumble to get your keys in the lock.

Sunwoo hisses through his teeth, then hands are gripping hard at your hips and spinning you around until your back hits the door with a shocking amount of force. It knocks the breath nearly out of your lungs but you don’t get the opportunity to recover as Sunwoo’s lips are back on yours within the blink of an eye. His touch turns gentle as he wraps a hand around yours that still cling to the keys. You let him take them from your grasp without a fight.

“Smallest one, next to the keychain,” you murmur into his mouth before taking that same hand to wrap around the back of his neck and deepen the kiss. The taste of you lingers on his tongue, and that fills you with a filthy sort of debauched arrogance.

He finally manages to get the right key in place after what feels like an agonizing minute, twisting the key in place and letting the lock spring loose. It flips a switch in your urgency as well, as you rush to drag the man inside so quickly that you almost forget to retrieve your keys before the door snaps shut behind the two of you. Neither of you bothers with any light switches or whatever else would be proper upon welcoming someone into your home: it’s basically a race to see who can get their clothes off the fastest as you push him closer and closer to the bedroom. When you cross the threshold into the room, you pause to flip the lights on then, taking in the near intoxicating sight of a shirtless Sunwoo before you with lean muscles and a tapered waist stripped down to nothing but a pair of black socks. You’re not in a better state yourself, nothing but underwear clinging to your form, and with light finally bearing down on the two of you, you seem to be hit by reality at the same time.

You both are overtaken by a bout of laughter that pushes through the haze of desire, falling into each other in a way that feels starkly intimate compared to the intensity of your play in the car. Sunwoo drags his warm hands over your skin as he pulls you towards the foot of the bed. You’re still laughing when he twists you around, and the smile painting your lips persists after that when you tug him down to the mattress with you pressed under his body.

“Condom in the nightstand.” You laugh into the cheeky kiss he leaves you with, making quick work of your underwear while he’s retrieving the foiled packet. His eagerness makes itself known once more when you blink over at him with the packet locked between his teeth seconds before he tears it open.

“You sure it’s big enough for me?”

A scoff answers his question, but you do glance down as he’s rolling the condom over his cock just to be certain that it’s not his ego speaking.

“Do the socks stay on during sex?”

It’s his turn to answer with an indignant huff, and you laugh as he nudges you down to lie flat against the comforter.

“Doubt that’s gonna make you any less wet when my cock is involved, but—” Sunwoo shrugs “—you can turn over and let me fuck you into the mattress if it’s gonna bother you that much.”

He likely knows you weren’t being serious and it hardly bothers you one bit but you still shift to let him have you from behind just for the simple joy of catching him off-guard. The exhaled string of swears that follows is almost better than seeing his expression with your own eyes. You press your chest down to the mattress, folding your hands under the side of your face as you look back at Sunwoo over the curves of your body if only to catch his expression in the aftermath.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d almost call you a good girl, kitten.”

“I can do whatever you ask of me,” you hum through a sigh of pleasure as Sunwoo lets his cock rest against your entrance. “Provided the incentive is good enough.”

“Be a doll and take my big cock well, and maybe I’ll let you have me raw next time.”

You don’t get the chance to roll your eyes at his comment because he penetrates your hole as he’s still speaking, and your eyes flutter shut thanks to the stretch of your walls around his length. He says something else, something that you don’t really process because you’re too busy drinking in the sensation of his cock digging deep into your cunt.

“Don’t waste any more time,” you say over your shoulder, not bothering to ask for clarification over whatever he said to you moments earlier. Clearly, it’s nothing that is wildly important to him either considering how he takes you up on your words and gives a shallow thrust that knocks his hips against your ass. There isn’t any more waiting, which you’re grateful for, but it also means that his pace starts rough and remains a little mean to the point where you’re clinging to the pillow above your head just to keep from being knocked flat on your stomach. It’s exactly the kind of debased pleasure you were after — all these weeks of dancing around each other so coquettishly building up to such a glorified show of lust and desire in its purest form — and the feeling of his cock rolling in and out of your sopping cunt only amplifies the pleasure in your veins as Sunwoo fucks you. In hindsight, had you known he wasn’t simply talking a big game to get into your pants, you would have fucked him long ago. But perhaps playing into his game made it all the more enticing, and in turn, makes the payoff taste that much better.

You snake a hand down to rest over your mound, flicking your fingers against your clit in time with the rhythm of Sunwoo’s thrusts. That coil of pleasure that was wound so tight not once but twice in the car springs tight again now, but this time your partner does nothing to stop the orgasm from crashing over you. You surely could have dragged things out a bit longer, although something about Sunwoo’s unforgiving pace tells you that you have many more orgasms and rounds to come tonight alone. So, you take the loss for what it is — a blinding white pleasure that washes over you and makes your walls squeeze so tight around his cock that his thrusts stutter and fail in their steadiness.

“Fuck, fuck,” he hisses out as you cum around him, clenching his length and pulling him deeper into your cunt, and it’s then that you feel him tremble behind you. The condom gets in the way of that blissful feeling of being pumped full of cum; the fleeting thought of asking him to take it off later so you can revel in that sensation passes through your mind as you’re coming down from your high. Sunwoo braces his hands on either side of your head. One of his hands is just inside your line of vision, and you lazily trace your gaze over the harsh curves of his fingers as he digs them into the flesh of the mattress. He’s still muttering curses over and over, only breaking off when a prolonged moan interrupts him, then finally his hips come to rest flush against your ass. There’s no warning of any sort when he pulls you down onto the bed and curls his torso over your back, hand resting atop your hip. Both of you fight to catch breath that comes in staggered gasps as the intensity of your fucking rushes to catch up with you.

“Can you manage to get that thing back up for more, or are you just a one-hit wonder?” It’s a miracle you even have it in you to still be snippy with him, but all the more surprising is the way his dick twitches in its softening state inside you.

“I’m hardly done with you, princess. Gonna have to try a little harder than that to get rid of me.”

this work belongs to calypso / hongism (2022). do not copy, repost, or steal in any way.

[nobodyeverasked]

walking the line; hwang hyunjin

(7,439 words) -  large

summary ➣ Best friends, Y/N and Hyunjin, have been wrapped up in endless bouts of pining and silent admiring for years, yet they’ve done nothing more than simply think about doing more. However, one night, Hyunjin feels like he’s finally ready to take the next step in their relationship - one that has been waiting to bloom into so much more.

genre ➣ fluff

requested - 👍

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Y/N sighed at the sight of his laptop’s idling blue light as he maintained his stare at its screen and the blinking of his typing cursor, hopelessness settling into his skin with the pallor of the sickly, afternoon sunlight. He was perched on Hyunjin’s desk chair, fiddling with the beaded handle of his desk lamp to fill in the spaces in their concentrated - or as concentrated as they convinced themselves to be - silence, wanting to do anything, attach his mind to anything other than the hopeless venture that is whatever he’s squished between the margins of his soon-to-be half assed poli-sci essay.

He couldn’t help but find himself distracted, especially by the lines of polaroids Hyunjin had posted on the wall of his childhood bedroom, all their glory days captured in an ivory wash. Hyunjin’s old, cheap, pink polaroid camera - still perched on the bookshelf next to Y/N - still retained all the colour of those memories, as vivid as they were whenever Y/N would get sentimental as Hyunjin would fall asleep holding Y/N’s hand during their nights at the old movie theatre a couple blocks away. They still held the colours of all their faint blue mornings dancing under streetlights in the middle of unnamed roads they’d declare as their own; afternoons spray painted golden as they’d render each other breathless with laughter whenever they’d talk shit by the sea side, and submerge each other in happiness before the strawberry tides would take them and their slow dances right where the waves met the sand.

These times where Y/N and Hyunjin felt as if the world was theirs to conquer, as if hills and roofs of parking garages they’ve made into their makeshift thrones… They always left Y/N thinking about how much this friendship meant to him, and how the feelings that bloomed in his chest, bubbled in his stomach and stole his breath away from him as their eyes would meet and their grin’s, stretched wide across their lips, would find each other’s light, were feelings that he held so dear to him.

As beautiful as these feelings were, and as much as Y/N cherished the way they never quite made sense, they’re at the age now where they can finally stamp words onto the edges of their panicked flush, flustered sighs and stares that lasted just a little too long. They were just unintelligible enough for Y/N to bite his tongue whenever something he didn’t quite know how to piece together would threaten to slip from his tongue. However, they made just enough sense for Y/N to hold onto them, keep them wound in his fists in hopes of finally being able to understand them one day.

He’d rather be writing an essay on the feelings that surfaced whenever Hyunjin would leave him smiling so bright the stars would short out, not a dissertation-level expository piece on the analysis of political power.

Y/N was taken from his trance as he felt shifting in his lap, then leaned back to get a better look at the sunlit figure on his lap as a tuft of fur tickled at his nose. Hyunjin’s dog, Kkami, was in his lap, curled up in the space between Y/N’s crossed legs. With the way he looked up at the struggle Y/N was undergoing on his laptop screen, it was almost as if Kkami was sharing his pain - or revelling in it, neither Y/N or Hyunjin knew what to assume anymore.

“Impart on me your wisdom, oh-great Kkami.” Y/N grumbled as he scratched behind Kkami’s ear, he looked over his shoulder to where Hyunjin was, postured against his headboard with a textbook in his lap, and a few notebooks strewn across his sheets. He looked back to Kkami as he heard Hyunjin’s old bed frame whine under the shifting of Hyunjin’s weight. It sounded as if he were getting up, and the nearing sound of his lethargic footsteps against his bedroom carpet only proved how the sunlight and all its lifeless, hollow glory was draining the life out of both of them. “How do you think the connotations of bureaucracy have applied to the greater workings of society?”

Y/N balled his hand up into a fist, holding a pretend microphone, and put it just under Kkami’s open mouth, only to have Kkami lap at his hand and fingers.

“I think getting Kkami to help with your essay might breach our contract of academic integrity.” Hyunjin said from behind Y/N as he made his way over and wrapped his arms around Y/N’s shoulders and hugged him from behind - wishing to have contact with anything other than his textbooks. He leaned past Y/N’s head to kiss the top of Kkami’s, staring at the miserable journey that Y/N’s essay had taken as he leaned back up and rested his chin on Y/N’s shoulder. 

“They’d have no proof that a dog sent from the third dimension helped me with my thesis.” Y/N felt himself relax in Hyunjin’s embrace, and he could feel a tired smile begin to break through Hyunjin’s exhausted frown as he began to play with his fingers, tugging on them from where they were draped around Y/N. “I honestly think I found the cheat code to our degrees.” 

Y/N reached out to stroke down Kkami’s back, but Hyunjin caught his hand and kept it in his own, squeezing just a little tighter around Y/N, soaking it in for a little longer. The feeling of Y/N instantly loosening and collapsing into Hyunjin’s comfort, the brief flash of mornings of iced coffee and cynical life lessons, the lingering sweetness of midnight breezes that brush by them with the lavender whispers of moonlight - each of their hugs, the ones they took time to enjoy and pluck out every scrap of solace in, felt like this. The one place they never want to leave.

“I think you cracked the code, Y/N.” Hyunjin’s laughter whipped up into the air and splattered against the cream coloured walls of his childhood bedroom before he could let his sarcasm seep into his words. He could already hear Y/N begin to scoff already. “I think you really did it.”

“And here I thought that I was supposed to be the smart, patronizing one…” Y/N sighed again, tilting his head back and raising the hand that Hyunjin set free to lazily tuck a lock of Hyunjin’s hair behind his ear. He tried to do it mockingly, but the endeared, cheerful smile on Hyunjin’s face took the fun out of Y/N’s attempts to reclaim his role as the jaded, witty half of their whole.

“Well this is my house, so I get to turn those tables whenever I want.” Hyunjin shook out his hair against Y/N’s face with a sinister giggle, his laughter only ringing even harder as he looked over to see Y/N with his head rolled back in defeat, exasperated half-smile on his lips. “Aw, Y/N, it’s okay~”

Y/N tried to shove Hyunjin off him as he moved in closer, hugging him tighter with purse lips and eyes squeezed shut out of pure joy. Despite how bright their smiles always were when they caught the starlight in their hands and etched it into their quiet conversations, their happiness never seemed to burn as hot as when they took pleasure in each other’s miseries.

He couldn’t help but know that Hyunjin was right, though, as Y/N stayed perched in the desk chair that used to house all Hyunjin’s sleepless nights slouched across his own computer screen before university. It was a common occurrence for Hyunjin to bring Y/N to his parents’ home to stay a weekend before they went back to Hyunjin’s dorm room in his residence building, and this was yet another one - a routine they fell into, and the only one they stayed committed to; unlike their resolutions to hit the gym after classes or wake up before noon.

Whenever Hyunjin’s parents would see them together - huddled and secluded in Hyunjin’s room or caught in the corridor having another useless debate over things they forgot they were fighting about - they would always tease Hyunjin about how they acted with each other, and the way they looked affectionately for and at each other across dinner tables and piled of playing cards whenever the other wasn’t looking. Hyunjin would do his best to bat away their teasing, prodding words and whistles and hums whenever he’d bring Y/N up in conversation, but he knew that they would all be in vain since they were always right. They’ve been right about the way Hyunjin felt about YN since the very beginning.

It wasn’t hard to see through the barely kept facade of Hyunjin’s bright, lovestruck smile whenever they’d bring Hyunjin’s crackling bluetooth speaker into the living room and dance until their breath unwound. It wasn’t difficult to dissect how Y/N always managed to come up during vacation plans and road trips and even five-minute outings to the ice cream parlor - and how Y/N would be at Hyunjin’s side every time with enough begging. However, it was always difficult for Hyunjin’s parents to gauge whether Y/N knew or not, or whether he was just as adorably clueless as their son was.

“What good am I if I can’t be relied on to be somewhat sassy and a little bit smarter than you…” Y/N gave in to Hyunjin’s relentless embrace, tucking his chin into Hyunjin’s shoulder as he leaned in to turn Y/N in the chair and take him in by the front. Hyunjin leaned back with an animated eyebrow raise, considering and surveying Y/N from from the fray of his hair that Hyunjin just messed up, to his hands as they hung on the edge of Hyunjin’s own, to his baggy sweatpants that always seemed to fit him just right, ot even how Kkami seemed to so naturally fit himself in Y/N’s lap, as if he’s always been that piece that was missing in the space between Hyunjin’s arms.

“Then you’re all the other things I love about you.” 

Hyunjin moved in to hug Y/N again, but stilled as he felt the way his words singed his skin. He wondered if it did for Y/N, too, if Y/N felt that slight weight behind something that they’d always say to each other out of what Hyunjin would convince himself was ‘jest’ or sarcasm. As he grew into the feelings that fit loosely around them back when they were young, when a moment under the stars first ignited these insurmountable thoughts of wanting Y/N to be his, he began to persuade his conscience less and less, and let himself realize that the kind of gold that Y/N paints him is one that he could never find anywhere else. Y/N is precious and priceless, that hopeful shimmer in a dark, starless night sky - all that mattered now was convincing himself of being ready to finally push all these feelings past himself.

He liked this feeling, realizing these words, but the power of them and their sheer magnitude was a little too much for him to handle - at least for now. Hyunjin tried his best to distract himself, and maybe Y/N as he just stared, tired and subtle smiling into Hyunjin’s eyes, awaiting his next witty statement like always.

“Here, since both of our study journeys are as hopeless are they’re always gonna be-”

“Ouch but true,” Y/N nodded along, looking past Kkami’s head to all the bullshit he jammed into the margins of his document. “Continue.” 

Y/N’s eyes were shimmering with this expectant glow, and as Hyunjin stepped back to give Y/N his space - something he never quite liked to do, he always loved being that bitch to take up all of Y/N’s personal space at any time - he couldn’t help but trip over himself. “How about we get some late lunch or something…? Then we could take Kkami for a walk to finally touch some grass.”

“Sounds great, I’ve been in the mood for some grass touching.” Y/N smiled and nodded, watching as Hyunjin already began to scramble through his doorway for the pizza menus tucked away in the draw of their kitchen island. “Do you want the same as usual?”

“Deviating from the norm results in termination, Y/N, how dare you?” Hyunjin was halfway out of the doorway by now, his head theatrically bobbling by its threshold with a viscous glare aimed right for where Y/N’s foolish grin and glittering eyes were for Hyunjin to take in one last time.

“Can you terminate me so I don’t have to hand in this stupid paper?”

“Once I have OUR USUAL in my system, I just might.” Hyunjin threw a pointed figner Y/N’s way, but he knew that his threat was nothing but a trickle of spring breeze through his windows with the way Y/N would always brush them off with his slight, radiant laughter that rendered Hyunjin’s feigned anger even more useless - the shine of dappled sunlight through windows and drapes, that brief rush of the sunrise’s lavender flush staining the walls. Y/N’s laughter, the type that always greeted him when he most needed Y/N’s glee to bring his smile back, it had the power to raise his sun in his eternal nights.

“I’m depending on it, Jinnie.” Y/N waved at him with a waggle of his fingers, a grin of cynical bliss on his lips. “At this rate the only way I could ever get an extension from my professor is if ‘rapidly encroaching death’ is my excuse.”

“Consider your termination final then, milord. Prepare for one hell of a tackling once I get back.”

And with that, Hyunjin slipped through the doorway, leaving Y/N to smile at his shadow as it danced down the corridor and weaved in between the blurs of the kitchen’s amber lights. What Hyunjin didn’t stay to see, however, was how Y/N’s stare lingered, that smile still on his lips long after the shimmers of afternoon light that were draped so gracefully on Hyunjin’s shoulders were swept up by the breeze filtered in through the parted drapes. Y/N always hated to see Hyunjin leave, whether it be for class or to simply head to the bathroom and poke holes into the always-so-comfortable quiet they’d find themselves nestling into.

In the half-empty silence that Y/N was left in as he chuckled at the faint sounds of Hyunjin clambering about in the kitchen, the rhythm of Kkami’s rapid panting swiftly took over. Y/N looked down to see Kkami staring up at him, eyes full of an indistinguishable light.

“What?” Y/N cocked his head mockingly at Kkami, scrunching his nose as Kkami instantly mimicked him, tossing its head to the side with its tongue poking out. “You’ve never seen someone hopelessly pine for your owner before? I find that hard to believe…”

With one last scratch behind Kkami’s ears, Y/N held him closer, waiting for Hyunjin to shuffle through that door, and for a heinous, malevolent smile to flourish on his lips as he’d burst in to keep his promise of tackling Y/N to his bed. He could imagine them wasting away all the time they pledged to something producing, the light on their skin burning, running copper between them as they would let their laughter tie them up and leave their laptops and notebooks as the last thing on their minds.

*

By the time the sun began to set, it’s burning farewell kisses to the sky shorting out with the last of their sparks before the deep blues of the night bled into the sky, Y/N and Hyunjin already finished both of the pizzas they ordered. They were supposed to be committed to studying after their brief interlude of singed crusts and debates of whether pineapple on pizza is an acceptable choice in human society, however, they found themselves adhering to anything but what lingered on the other end of their computer screens and scrawlings of notes. With Y/N here, with their time intertwined like this as it always was, Hyunjin didn’t want to change that and sever it as if it were nothing to return to what was already quite a fruitless study session.

He’s had more existential crises while looking at his notes than actual words he was able to write down.

They decided to take their minds off everything related to what they were stationed in Hyunjin’s room to do, and bring Kkami out for a walk along the moonlit streets and sidewalks of a town that’s still clung to all their memories like the spring breeze does its seasons. The sky was already beginning to darken under the weight of their light as they laid beside each other on the bed, their hair in frays and tangles, cheeks burning scarlet and their chests wrung dry of their breath.

Hyunjin has been speechless for the past several minutes due to his unsuccessful attempt to keep his promise and give Y/N a good ‘tackling’, it left him in a daze of embarrassment as he was pinned to the bed - his joke about how Y/N swept him off his feet didn’t help the sheering blush from pooling in his cheeks and failing to go away. He felt Y/N shift on the bed beside him, posture up on his elbow to flash a taunting smirk at Hyunjin - and he wanted to smile, he wanted to take it in stride like he always did whenever Y/N thought he did something. However, all he could think about was whether Y/N could see his blush or not, if he stared at it like Hyunjin felt he was, and if Y/N knew that it burned like this for him and him only; a passionate, unyielding scarlet like the summer sunsets with strawberry sunlight swallowing up the shimmer of the coastlines they walk down.

“Are we gonna go for that walk, or…?” Almost on queue, Kkami leapt up onto the edge of the bed and shuffled over to where Y/N’s arms were opened expectantly for him. “Or are you just gonna sit there looking like your brain cells just vacated the premises of your brain.”

“You know for a fact that there’s no activity up here but my daily cycle of meme quotes and the shit that always pisses you off.” Hyunjin matched Y/N’s smile by flashing one of his own before swiping Kkami up from where he just began to curl up in Y/N’s side - a place that he hopes to reserve for only himself - and attaching the leash he had hanging on his bedpost to his collar. Y/N sprang up as well, this relief flooding him as he looked at his closed laptop and knew that they were going to put as much distance between him and his research paper as possible. “Other than that, it’s a no-man’s land, vacant lots.”

“Oh, sweetie…” Y/N moved up to hold Hyunjin’s face in his hands, but stumbled over himself a little bit as he realized what he was doing, and how Hyunjin’s still flushed cheeks scorched his palms. These impulses, these need to stay as close to Hyunjin as possible, take as much of him in as possible despite the fact that they’re never more than ten feet apart, they all began to feel so different. It was as if they assumed this meaning between this day and the last - the weight of the world in the byline of all his actions, all the little things that they acted on like second nature. “You don’t need to tell me… I know already…”

It didn’t feel weird, per se. Rather, it felt like this revelation that crash landed in Y/N’s thoughts like a comet hurled toward him. They plunge in his conscience, linger on his skin - the places where Hyunjin’s touch settles on his hands and waist and shoulders - like stardust with this feeling that was almost unearthly. Y/N’s always had a general idea on what all this was supposed to mean, he always accidentally shrugged off the rose-coloured glasses because he knew that Hyunjin always managed to look the most beautiful in the moment, obscured by nothing but the sunlight curled around them. 

“I’ll meet you in the foyer, okay?” Y/N was already slipping through the doorway, the shadow of his touch that cupped Hyunjin’s face still remained, and it held this blissful sting as Hyunjin ran his hand over his cheeks - where Y/N held. The sunset’s colours hung so beautifully off Y/N’s figure, his silhouette dancing gracefully along the walls stained copper by the skies. Hyunjin couldn’t look away and he never wanted to look away. This was always how it was, Hyunjin looking at all the beauty Y/N seemed to hold so effortlessly in his hands and mere presence and realizing both too soon and too late how dense he’s been to not just catch Y/N by the hand and make him his already. “I’m gonna need some time to figure out which one of your jackets I’m gonna steal.”

“Don’t you have your own?”

“NO!” Y/N frowned, his nose scrunching up and leaving Hyunjin to stifle an adoring smile in his sleeve as Y/N’s voice subsided in the glow of the room. “Because someone, in particular, didn’t give me enough time to pack my clothes before throwing me in the back of his mom’s SUV.”

“Oh… Right…” Hyunjin looked up to the ceiling, feigning innocence and ignorance. He wasn’t necessarily the type to plot, scheme, or want to put effort into anything that required thinking; however, he did possibly think about rushing Y/N just so he had an excuse to share some of his clothes. Y/N always looked so gorgeous in them, always so at home in all the knit sweaters and hoodies he’d shove into Y/N’s hands whenever they’d get ready for a day out. “I really hope that you totally don’t pick that leather jacket I bought for myself just because you said you liked it.”

Y/N cringed as he leaned against the doorframe. Watching Hyunjin unfold all his ‘manipulative’ tactics was probably the most painful thing Y/N has ever had to experience. “You spoil me.” He winked before leaving to sift through the jackets that Hyunjin kept in his home’s front foyer closet.

As Y/N’s footsteps faded into the shadows of the dimly lit corridor, Hyunjin turned to Kkami, reading this look of disappointment in his dog’s vacant eyes.

“I’m trying, okay? I’m trying to figure out a way to confess, but whenever he looks into my eyes, and when he gets close- ugh!” Hyunjin buried his face in his hands. He felt ridiculous for a multitude of reasons as he rubbed at his temples, yet the first one wasn’t that he was seeking council in Kkami. The main thing on his mind was Y/N and his bright smile, his tired voice as it trickled in through the sunlight, his touch whenever he’d hold Hyunjin’s hands or hug him for that perfect amount of time. It was always Y/N. “You’re really not making this easy, Kkami… I give you free food, no rent, and infinite sleeping space, and you can’t even help a guy out with confessing his undying love to his best friend?”

He received no answer, just the quiet panting from Kkami as he sat on the floor and looked up at his owner, tilting his head in a way that felt - to Hyunjin, at least, almost mocking.

Hyunjin would always make his stand at the kitchen island and whine about how he just wasn’t ready to tell Y/N about how he felt, how the flames dancing in his heart, the scarlet sparks in his cheeks, the rushes in his head, and the emerging of thoughts and feelings that he never knew how to define, were all too much for him to put into anything that made sense. However, when he wanted to put his countless theories into practice he held himself back, countless times, from taking that leap of faith and meeting Y/N’s thoughts and feelings and possible reactions on the other side. The fall below, the prospect of making Y/N his in a way that left this numbing sweetness buried just beneath his surface - a place only the thought of Y/N presides - felt so daunting.

With every time he tried to confess, he convinced himself of how easy it was always going to be due to how his adoration for Y/N, his love for him, came so easily to Hyunjin. Hyunjin wanted to. He really has wanted to, but whenever he wanted to put all of his thoughts into words - the ones that pounded mercilessly at him from under his tongue whenever his daydreams took control of him - all he became was nothing but a sputtering mess. That left Y/N vaguely confused with his lips adorably pursed in the same way every single time.

'You can’t verbally blue-ball me like that! When you say ‘I want to tell you something’ I want to be told something, bitch!'

Y/N would always say something like that, and it left Hyunjin both relieved and guilty at the same time. The hopeful part of Hyunjin began to wonder if Y/N was ever waiting on the other side of Hyunjin’s confession. But his optimism, though, is constantly shot down by the side of him that flooded him with doubts - Y/N would be too scared to change anything between them, just like Hyunjin always was. They seemed to work so effortlessly, yet so meticulously and deliberately, on this friendship. It was something so special they didn’t know if tampering with its foundation would leave them crumbling in nothing but small talk and awkward silence.

Suppositions like that left Hyunjin so hesitant, on the edge but never willing to take that leap into Y/N’s open arms. It left him happy that their friendship remains unharmed, unchanged, yet Hyunjin knows that with these feelings coursing through him like molten gold whenever Y/N did so much as shine him one of those slight, tired smiles, they’re meant for more. They have to be.

“No, you’re right.” Hyunjin paused, looking directly at Kkami with steepled fingers pressed to pursed lips. “I can’t do this, I really can't- no! I have to do this, I can do this!”

“I’m not even gonna question it at this point…”

A voice came from the doorway, and Hyunjin flinched as he looked back over to see Y/N leaned up against the doorframe once more, a smug yet knowing grin on his lips. Y/N was too in awe to be disappointed in walking in - yet again - on Hyunjin chanting emphatically to his dog, and he definitely didn’t have the energy to be surprised anymore. He didn’t hear much of the one-sided conversation, but with the way Hyunjin’s voice bled through the walls, all Y/N could do was roll his eyes with a smile as he recognized once more that all their old ways will never change. He never wants things like this to change.

Y/N had Hyunjin’s leather jacket draped around his shoulders, and Hyunjin couldn’t help but smile even brighter at the way it submerged Y/N in its jet-black sheen. It left Hyunjin gawking at Y/N like every other time he had Y/N wear his clothes.

As Hyunjin let his gaze settle on Y/N, unaware to the point of not caring about how Y/N could’ve recognized that he was staring or not. He looked at how Y/N was framed so beautifully in the coral-lit doorway, and the light in his eyes that always left Hyunjin reeling and pondering on how such wonder could be contained in someone. It’s as if all of his colours - right here, right now - were captured in this motionless memory of all their simpler times of ambling thoughts, weightless chests, and unbound freedom. This sickly sweet nostalgia careened through Hyunjin in what felt like both an instant and a torturously long while as Y/N’s attention was brought elsewhere, to Kkami who was trotting up to him and sat at his feet.

Their eternal summer when everything fell into place for him, those countless moments when he realized he wanted to be by Y/N’s side forever, through everything they’ve already overcome and the things they promised to greet past the horizon, hand in hand, it was all rushing back in floods of golden sunlight.

“Shall we go, Jinnie? Or do you just want to stare a little longer? I mean, I’m not good at posing, but…”

Shit.

*

Y/N and Hyunjin finally broke their streak of procrastination and made their way out of the house to walk Kkami. The sun was nowhere to be seen, its shape already swallowed up by the silhouettes of distant rooftops, yet a gentle coral glow still held its colour against the darkening of the sky, soaking the underbellies of clouds. It was fleeting quickly, however, so much so that the streetlights leading Y/N, Hyunjin and Kkami down the street were already beginning to flicker on and shine down on them like fluorescent white spotlights.

A comfortable silence filled the space between Y/N and Hyunjin - they let the quiet do the speaking for them. The only sounds that ran between them were the whistle of the breeze that caressed them with a chuckle, the crunch of pebbles and chipped asphalt under their tattered shoes, and the hushed chatter of the trees that lined each and every one of their neighbours' lawns. At night, the suburban streets that Y/N and Hyunjin call home, the ones they’ve burned down and ripped apart and sewn back together with the twines of sunlight they’ve salvaged together, they lay desolate, stuck in this timelessness the moment the moon peaked out from behind the clouds, submerged sustained sidewalks and fences with its own ivory glow.

The warm amber of kitchen and bedroom lights shut off in a blink, and there the three of them were, shoulder’s deep in peace, silence, a sense of unmoving that made it easier to let out a breath without fear of stealing air, thinking about what that rough sigh could’ve meant to someone else.

Y/N, Hyunjin and Kkami crested a hill that overlooked the south side of their suburb. Whenever they make it here on the few walks they take together - whether it be under stone skies during overcast days that simply wished to be left alone; or the most beautiful gilded sunsets - they always take a moment to just marvel at the stillness of their idle town. The way it lay to rest under wrinkled sheets of chemtrails and school bells and copper gabled roofing and picket fences.

It was a blank slate that Y/N and Hyunjin have scrawled over on all their adventures beyond the boundaries of the treeline. They signed their initials on every side street, drew hearts in all the back lawns and soccer fields, left their marks on their thrones of old oaks and wildflowers at every corner of this place. They claimed it as theirs, every pretty looking weed they held between their hands, every moment tucked into each other’s sides under the shadow of their junior high, sunsets laying in fields and looking up into the sky - getting lost in its colours until they’d get lost in each other.

All they ever wanted to do was to make a life with each other in a place that’s already calling their names.

If only they could tell each other that…

“Hey, Y/N…?” Hyunjin took their comfortable silence in their hands and bent it, creased it, turned it into a tense, suffocating held breath. He could turn back, he could shake his feelings from his system begrudgingly. But he couldn’t, their friendship, as beautiful and special as it is and always is meant to be - he knew that they were destined to be more to each other, that they’ve only existed in the parts they could reach.

“Yeah?”

“I… I want to tell you something…” Hyunjin gathered a breath, but the moment he tried to take it, it escaped from him. From the corner of his eye as he trained his distant stare on the map of streetlights below them, the clouds in the sky, he caught Y/N’s eyes assuming this different light. It was a shimmer of something he couldn’t quite place. He knew every way Y/N’s eyes shone, but this only made him more nervous. 

Y/N’s inviting silence, however, was more than an invitation to continue - he took it, snatched it up and ran it between his hands before he could convince himself to let it go, to be rid of what seemed like the only opportunity to say all of the things he has ever felt for Y/N - the best thing that has ever happened to him. 

“I know we’ve spent a long time away from home,” Hyunjin felt instantly comforted by how Y/N’s smile instantly bloomed with the way he said ‘home’. Things like that, the way the intertwining of their lives so easily stumbled off their tongues, it made Hyunjin’s words just a little bit easier to put together. “But being back here again, where all our shit started and where the world learned that it won’t know peace ever again with us running around, it really makes me think of how I want to make a life with you. I don’t know where that’s gonna be necessarily, but all I know is that, the more and more I think about it, the more I realize that you’re my home, and that I love you - I don’t think I’ve ever loved someone like I love you. Wherever you are, wherever we go and finally settle down with our pieces of paper telling us that we can get jobs, that’s where I want to start building that picket fence…”

A smile began to peak through Y/N’s lips, bright and full of the moonlight that began to flicker between clouds, drowning the suburbs beneath them in swathes of ivory satin. He stepped forward and took a breath, and as his hands searched blindly for Hyunjin’s, Hyunjin closed the space for them and tied their fingers together. As much as Hyunjin wanted to say more, to say everything, he could see something, almost feel it, begin to unfurl from Y/N’s lips - that beautiful and speechless grin was all the reassurance Hyunjin needed to know that everything was going to be okay.

Y/N took a breath and squeezed Hyunjin’s hands. All these things that he felt burning at his edges, he felt them coursing through him, running under his surface. All the love, the adoration that he felt mercilessly pounding at his chest, begging to be set free, Y/N was ready to let all of his feelings soar, too, now that Hyunjin and his open skies have stretched out before him. 

There was no fear anymore, no hesitation that they’ll probably curse themselves for on the walk back, just Y/N, Hyunjin and the closing space between them.

“I’ve always loved you, Hyunjin, from the moment I met you. You’re my safe place, the only person I feel like I can be truly myself with. You make me feel like I belong in a world that constantly makes me feel like I wasn’t built for. With you, stuck dealing with all your antics and insanity and bullshit for as long as you have to deal with all of mine… I wouldn’t have it any other way…” Y/N couldn’t help but fall into the endless sea of stars that Hyunjin held so effortlessly in his gaze, their smiles rhyming like poetry as they stared at each other breathless - massive weights shoved off their shoulders. “I can’t believe it took us this long to fucking figure it out-”

Y/N’s words were cut off as he felt something tightened against the back of his knees, causing them to buckle. He found himself stumbling forward before he could catch himself, falling right into Hyunjin’s instantly outstretched arms. As Hyunjin rushed in to catch him with a gasp and a slight, sharp chuckle, they both looked over Y/N’s shoulder to see Kkami’s leash wrapped around them, tangled up in and around Y/N’s legs. A rush of awe left them with mouths hung open, words recklessly tumbling to the point they couldn’t catch them to speak.

Kkami stared up at them and their eyes widened innocently. He was always idling with this adorable, unassuming light, with that tongue rolled out like always as he panted and continued to stare blankly. Y/N and Hyunjin shared a suspicious, concerned look before Hyunjin tightened his arms around Y/N’s waist. 

“Wow… Did you pay this lil’ rascal to be your wingman tonight?” Y/N’s mouth hung open in awe as he gawked at Kkami’s expressionless little face.

“Uh… Yes…” Hyunjin was slightly concerned with the sinister glint he swore flashed across Kkami’s eyes, but then again, he was also somebody who was insane enough to talk to his dog as if Kkami actually had the capacity to understand. He tucked the fear of his dog somehow gaining some sort of sentience away into the folds of the emerging moonlight, and looked back over to Y/N, almost forgetting - just almost - how easy it was to slip, fall, and get lost in his eyes. “You have no idea how many table scraps it took…”

As Hyunjin patted Y/N’s waist, they both realized how long he’s simply supported Y/N in this super awkward half-fall, keeping him frozen in movement, Y/N’s knees still buckled, bent under him despite the fact that Kkami’s leash was now nowhere near them. Letting out strangled noises of pure embarrassment, Y/N pushed off Hyunjin’s arms to bring himself up, and Hyunjin helped with tugs on his waist - pulling him in and close.

They were a breath, a moment, a brief flicker of moonlight apart now, and it felt as if everything fell from their view but each other. Seconds flutter to the ground, lay crumpled at their feet like the autumn leaves pulled and pushed from their gravity from their midnight walks across campus. Hyunjin’s hands to Y/N’s face, Y/N’s eyes shining, wanting, expecting, needing, anticipating, arms around Hyunjin’s neck, the moonlight slipping from their breath.

All this, the colliding of their worlds, the skies above them finally being able to release this frustrated, pent up sigh in the stars as these two dumb-fucks finally managed to put their ignorance aside. It’s all thanks to some little fluff ball sweeping Y/N off his feet before Hyunjin did.

They tie their lips and everything else, the night sky, the gravel beneath them, the faintness of the breeze that ran between them before they closed the distance - it all slipped from reality. It was only them with nothing in their way; them and sweet nostalgia coursing through their veins, blooming under fingertips, setting blush ablaze under skin and the scars of the starlight as it burst at its ivory seams around them. Their separate realms they always convinced themselves were together finally ripping apart and weaving together in the tapestry they’ve always dreamed of having.

Hyunjin pulled Y/N closer, even closer, until the breath driven between them held no difference and held no space. The shrivelled moonlight cast down on them tangled up between their bodies and melted from their skin as their lips fit between each other like pieces into place. It was an alignment of cosmos, the embrace of all the sunlight they held between their lips, hung from their smiles, burning straight through them.

He felt the moonlight pool beneath Y/N’s hands as he moved them lower, touch plunging beneath the hem of Hyunjin’s sweater and sailing across the bare skin of his waistline; he felt the moonlight drip down between them and stain his collar as Y/N’s hand cradled his cheeks. Y/N’s tongue eased between his teeth - soft like evenings of crushed velvet, sweet like the burnt sugar on the ends of their sunsets. This was home, this has always been home, and there was no safer place than wound up in Y/N’s arms, with Hyunjin’s hands tangling up in Y/N’s hair.

They pulled back and they felt the sky shatter, fall apart and crumble beneath their weight as it felt as if they finally became whole. Looking into Y/N’s eyes, with Y/N’s breath still taken between his lips like a tender rose, Hyunjin shone a grin that left the stains of moonlight that trailed their fingers and hands and restless eager touches shorting out, losing their light. Hyunjin wrapped his arms around Y/N’s shoulders and brought him in, his embrace welcomed with open arms as Y/N took in his waist and sighed into his shoulder.

“So…” Y/N trailed off. “How about that, huh?”

“That’s all you have to say!?” Hyunjin was honestly impressed with the way Y/N could take something, all the emotions they’ve built up in their chests that were just sent tumbling down, running between their mouths, and make it seem as if it were just one of their strolls in the park. “‘How about that’!?”

“What else do you want me to say? ‘Golly gee, Hyunjin, how about that smooching, huh, I guess it kinda tasted like the culmination of all our years of pent up admiration for one another, don’t you say?’” Y/N watched with glee as Hyunjin opened his mouth to stop the torment of Y/N’s think, rounded and voerannuciated vowels as he spoke, but Y/N was far from done as he brought his hands up to the curves of Hyunjin’s neck, pulled him closer by his jaw to stop his protests with another kiss. “There, was that better?”

“I would’ve taken the ‘how about that’ over anything else… Literally anything else.” The annoyance in Hyunjin’s voice faded almost instantly. Sure, it was cathartic, it was this release of floodgates they knew were going to swing open sooner or later with how much they loved each other. But with the way Y/N so seamlessly stepped over that gap, that leap of faith that was somehow supposed to be some sort of massive fall if Hyunjin accidentally bit Y/N’s tongue off or something, it only made it more obvious to the both of them how this moment for them will just become the first star in their boundless sky. It was the first, but it will be the first of many.

It’s yet another begrudging reminder of how easy this was for them, how easy it could’ve been if they shed their inhibitions just a little bit sooner.

“That’s what I thought, bitch.” Y/N assumed his position in Hyunjin’s neck as he was pulled in by the waist, wrapping his arms around Hyunjin’s shoulders and feeling them begin to sway to the silent melody of the moonlight's strings beginning to strum between their breaths. “I love you…”

“I love you too…” If each declaration of his love for Y/N felt this good, felt like the unwinding of a destined purpose, the song of their past, present and ever-expanding future. The Hyunjin wants to perch himself on the highest rooftops he and Y/N would leave their legs dangling over as they watch the sky mend its colours, and shout it for the sun and moon and streets and cities to hear. He’s in love with Y/N; however, he’s sure that everybody already knew - it seemed that all the lights in the sky, and blurs in the streets got the memo before they did.

It was Y/N who taught him what love was with every one of those feelings, thoughts, sensations and bouts of longing he couldn’t quite make sense of. At least, it didn’t make sense until his center of gravity stood in front of him with that adorable half-smile, radiant eyes, and a touch so intense yet faint that Hyunjin couldn’t ever curb his craving for it. In those moments where all his ceaseless thought was held right in front of him in a package of sarcastic comebacks and perpetual cynicism and gentle laughter, that’s when everything begins to make sense all over again - and Hyunjin feels as if he’s falling in love for the first time.

He never wants to stop falling, and never wants to leave this perpetual stumble that sent shivers down his spine and coursed through him with the burn of starlight. 

He never wants this to end, and he knows it won’t because this is only the beginning.

[kitasfox]

𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂

a/n: missed the headcannons? I needed a wee break from the bimbo series and asks so here's daddy toji (all hail) and yuuji and gojo.

THIS POST IS NSFW! Minors do not interact or I'll bite.

warnings are all at the beginning of each headcannon.

There was a picture here that is now flagged 🥰🥴👍😋🥱 and im lazy to find a new one

Toji Fushiguro:

warnings: slapping. fucking till unconscious. size kink.

"Come on, baby," you hear him say, voice laced with mockery. You feel a large hand against the skin of your tear-damp cheek, a soft slap turning your head to the side. He pats your face a few times to stir you back conscious, laughing at your head lolling like a lifeless doll, "wake up."

Your eyes can only open as slits, and Toji can see the way they keep rolling back as his other hand presses hard on your overstimulated clit, your pussy filled to the brim with only half of his cock, both his and your cum rolling sticky down your thighs. He laughs at you once again, hands patting your cheek, watching the way your head lolls forward.

Your body feels limp, you're like a pretty ragdoll full of his cum, and one he can fuck, a doll that had begged for him to fuck her lifeless earlier that day, with her skirt hiked up and panties soaked with how horny she was, humping herself on his clothed cock.

"Please, Toji-" you had whined and sobbed, pulling and pushing yourself on his cock tenting beneath his pants, trying to get them to rile up, "fuck me, fuck me, please!"

Looking at you now, your tongue lolling out of your mouth, drool dripping from your mouth, he thinks you're adorable like this, on the brink of unconsciousness because of how good he's fucking you.

You're so small compared to him, his hand on your cheek as big as your head, and a finger in your pussy enough to make you cry. He's relentless, merciless despite your smaller frame, not afraid of manhandling you, throwing you on the bed, pushing his whole weight on your small body as he fucks you so deep, you think you can feel his cock in your stomach.

Hes so big- too big, bruising your cervix even by just half his length, sometimes making your ride him as he loves to watch you sob trying to fit the tip inside.

And there's this one thing he loves to hear you say, one you scream whenever he starts pumping into you mercilessly, trying to stuff your tiny pussy with his cock- "Toji, Toji!" You scream his name, "you're going to break me!"

There it is- that sentence, you know how it makes him feel, you can feel his cock twitching in your pussy. It makes him want to fuck you till you can't breathe, till you can't even think of breathing.

And he does, it's always his mission to fuck you unconscious, to have you sobbing till you can't cry, to have you toppling down on his chest fucked into a deep sleep.

So you barely open your eyes to see the large man hovering over you, with a wide, excited smile as his hands find their places around your throat and on your waist as he gets ready to fuck into you one more time, your head already in a daze, unable to think anything and almost unconscious.

But Toji is a man of his word, and he never does anything half ass.

"Wake up, darling," Toji snickers, hand squeezing around your dainty neck warnings, "we're not done yet."

Yuuji Itadori:

warnings: riding, attempt to dom yuuji, failing miserable, crying, also size kink

"I thought you said you were going to dom me?" Yuuji has a toothy, mischievous smile on his lips as he quirks a brow at your heaving self. "What happened?"

"I can-" you whimper, fat tears rolling down your face, falling on his chest. "just shut up!"

His lower abdomen you're sitting on, unawaredly humping your pussy on, is wet with your juices pooling beneath you. When you had told him you wanted to dom him, Yuuji had laughed at your face- despite knowing it was mean, despite knowing it made you feel embarrassed, it was so absurd that he couldn't stop his laughter.

And you had told him you could do it, trying to stay stern before his pretty words, trying to lull you to give in and let him fuck you silly- he'd let you sit on his face too if you gave up- but you were so adamant on trying to prove him wrong, that you could dom your boyfriend, make him beg.

Okay, then, give it a try, he had told you. But if you fail, I'll fuck you and cum in your pussy, but you won't get to cum. Deal?

With your hands resting on his chest, you once again lift yourself enough to rub the tip of his large cock against your pussy, a hiccup-like gasp falling from your lips as you can't even fit the tip. "It's too- 's too big, Yuuji!"

"Oh, come on, princess, you fit me so many times before, you can do it." He encourages you, his abs contracting right under your pussy when he laughs.

He would've had you fooled if not for his devious smile, watching you from where he lays with a sarcastic tilt of his brows. "Stuff your little pussy with my cock for me, yeah? Give me a show, at least, if you can't dom me like you said you would."

It's right, you did fit him in you before- even though only barely, but it was always with his help, never by yourself. "Or do you want my help?"

His laugh only grows as you shake your head side to side, biting on your lips to hold your cries, trying to lower yourself on him once again, only fitting his tip in you. "Come on baby, give up already, you're gonna hurt yourself."

trying to ride my cock.

"No!" You sob.

"Just tell me you need my help and I'll make you cum so many times," his hands start ghosting down your shoulders, tracing warm shapes on your waist, a hand sneaking towards your aching clit, "make you feel so good, baby."

"Make you scream my name," he lifts himself off the bed to a sitting position, lips starting to leave traces of kisses on your neck and shoulders. Pads of his fingers find your clit, a burning sensation surging through your body.

"Let me show you how to fuck this pussy good," his fingers deep into your hole, bending and making you throw back your head in a moan, "show you how to fuck someone for real. I should know well, dealing with a dumb brat like you every day."

For a brief moment, the dizzying feeling of his fingers, knowing you better than you do yourself, have you almost giving in, accepting his touch- but the moment your lidded gaze meets his amused, mocking ones, you shake it off.

"Make you cry like a little baby- like you are right now."

"No- no, Yuuji! Just let me-" you finally gather the courage, lowering yourself on his cock, trying to ignore the burn of the delicious stretch. "Just let me fuck you once."

Also a flagged post!! Help!!!

Gojou Satoru:

warnings: smut lmao, masturbating (male), watching (female)

You shouldn't have told Gojo that one kink.

You knew you shouldn't have, but even the possibility of him indulging in it was what you were thinking of whenever your hands snaked into your panties when he wasn't around.

You didn't know what it was, or why it turned you on so much to think of Gojo fucking his fist in front of you, but not letting you touch, neither him nor yourself.

"Fuck, you like that baby?" He gives you a smirk before throwing his head back in a guttural groan, "you like watching me fuck my fist?"

"Yes- oh, fuck, yes," you whimper, humping the air with your dripping pussy. "You look so good, Gojo."

His pretty fingers keep stroking his cock, one that always intimidates you even by sheer size of it, even though he pushed it all the way in many times before.

Gojo has the prettiest hands, ones you can't keep yourself from bringing under your panties whenever you're sitting next to each other, in the movies, in cafés and restaurants, at home.

The feeling of his pale fingers in your cunt is always maddening for you, his cock never failing to fuck you till you're a babbling mess- and to see his hands stroke his cock, lose himself over his own touch and to get to see his beautiful reactions is enough to have you cum without any touch.

"Fucking slut, dripping from watching me fuck my cock, are you?" He laughs between groans of pleasure, "Look how needy you are for me. You want a taste, don't you? Want to be the one making me cum, instead."

"Yess-" you bite your lips, keeping on humping the air, feeling so dirty and so damn horny. "You look so good, Gojo, so fucking hot- ah shit-"

"Come closer, then, pretty girl," Gojo quirks a brow at you, squirming in his chair, his eyes taunting and lulling you close. You obey, you never disobey, Gojou's little slut, crawling at the masturbating man on all fours.

"Fuck- open your shirt, let me see you pretty tits baby." You don't wait a second as you almost rip open your shirt, watching the game in daze as his hand slows down and his hips start to thrust, instead. "So damn needy, what a fucking loser."

"Gojo-"

"Want a taste, baby?" Gojo interrupts your whine as he shows you a finger covered in his precum, "a taste of my cum?"

You nod feverishly, with an open mouth and a lolling tongue like an excited, goddamn puppy, making his cock jump in response.

"Good fuck," he groans, eyes rolling back, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows, "you look so fucking good like this, salivating over my cock."

"Open your mouth," he tells you, and you think he'll give you his cock for you to suck on, laughing at your wide smile with your tongue sticking out. Instead of his pretty cock, though, you hear a spitting sound and a warm, foreign fluid in your mouth, instead.

When you flutter your eyes open to look at him, shocked and disappointed, you can only meet his mocking gaze. "You really thought I'd give you a taste, stupid slut?" He laughs, his thumb coming to wipe the sides of your mouth, pulling it back into his mouth, grinning at your whine.

"Nah, baby," he pats your head, "you said you wanted this, didn't you? Then be a good girl and watch me make myself cum better than you will ever make me."