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A BEAUTIFUL MISTAKE: CHAPTER 4

paige x azzi

hey guys sorry this took ages honestly just trying not to fail my assignments lol.

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The first thing Paige registered was the cold.

Not the kind that bit at skin or pricked along nerves, but the quiet kind, the kind that came when a body left a bed it shouldn’t have. The kind that filled in the space someone else had warmed all night. Her hand moved instinctively across the sheets, brushing the fabric where Azzi should’ve been, where Azzi was hours ago, her shoulder tucked under Paige’s chin, her fingers light against Paige’s ribs, her breath steady and slow and real. But now it was just cotton. Cool. Wrinkled. Empty.

Her eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the faint grey light leaking through the blinds. Azzi’s room was still — the kind of still that meant no one else was in it. Paige didn’t move at first. Just stared at the ceiling, her throat tight, her body heavy with the ache of everything unsaid.

Maybe she was in the bathroom.

Maybe she went to grab food.

Maybe she

Paige sat up.

The floor was bare. No shoes. No keys. No soft rustle of Azzi moving in the kitchen. The bathroom door was wide open, lights off. Her heart knocked once against her ribs, sharp and unkind. Her hand reached for her phone without thinking. No new texts. No missed calls. Just the empty screen staring back at her like it was laughing.

She exhaled hard through her nose and swung her legs over the edge of the bed, the hem of the sheet still twisted around her ankle. The hoodie she’d worn over last night — hers, not Azzi’s was gone. Her stomach dropped a little at that, even though it shouldn’t have surprised her. It was the same hoodie Azzi had curled into the night before, the same one Paige had tugged off sometime between kisses and bruised gasps, the same one she’d whispered “just stay” into without meaning to.

She stood, fingers raking through her hair, jaw tight as she moved around the room slowly, gathering the scattered pieces of herself from the floor. A sock under the chair. Her phone charger looped around Azzi’s lamp. Her bracelet half-tangled in the bedding.

She got dressed without thinking, each motion sharp and practiced. Muscle memory. Control. The fabric felt colder against her skin than it should have. Her fingers moved stiffly, tugging her shirt over her head, rolling the waistband of her sweats twice the way she always did. Her gaze landed once more on the bed. Still a dent in the pillow Azzi had slept on. Still the faintest wrinkle in the blanket where her knee had pressed down. Paige stared at it for too long.

Then, softly, under her breath: “So it’s different when you do it.”

She didn’t say it like a question. More like an answer she’d already known but hoped wasn’t true.

Paige pulled her bag onto her shoulder and crossed the room. She paused once at the door, fingers on the handle, staring at the spot where Azzi’s shoes usually sat. Gone. Her throat tightened again. But she didn’t cry. Didn’t crumble.

She just left.

Didn’t text.

Didn’t lock the door behind her.

Didn’t leave a note on the desk like Azzi had the first time.

Because now she understood how it felt — the quiet, echoing absence after everything. The space where something had happened. Where something had meant something. And the person who should’ve stayed had gone.

As she walked down the hallway, back into the chill of a half-lit campus morning, she muttered it once, sharp and soft, like a splinter catching in her lungs.

“Cool. Guess we’re even.”

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The gym was already humming by the time Azzi walked in. Not just with noise — though there was plenty of that: the rhythmic bounce of balls against polished hardwood, the rubbery squeak of sneakers pivoting in sharp bursts, the low thrum of voices rising and fading like waves but with something heavier. A kind of static in the air that clung to the back of her neck and made her skin itch beneath her sleeves. Most of the team was already warming up in loose pairs, stretching or shooting lazily under the early lights, but it barely registered. Her feet moved toward the bench like they didn’t belong to her.

She hadn’t slept. Not really. She’d laid in bed for hours after leaving her own room, hoodie jammed into the bottom of her gym bag, pulse too loud in her ears to rest. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Paige’s face, peaceful and half-lit by the early glow slipping through her curtains. Her mouth slightly open. Her hand resting on Azzi’s bare waist like it had always been there. Paige had stayed. Paige had slept beside her like she meant to. And Azzi had left. Quietly. Deliberately. Without a word.

Her chest tightened again as she dropped her bag by the bench, the dull thud swallowed by the clamor around her. She crouched to retie her laces, fingers trembling slightly as she yanked the knot too tight. It didn’t matter. She welcomed the bite of the tension against her fingers. It was real. Something she could control. Her shoulders rolled once, slow, as if loosening them could shake out everything else she couldn’t.

Across the court, Paige was already moving. Her white practice tee stuck to the curve of her spine, darkened with sweat along her lower back, and her hair was pulled into that messy half-bun that always came loose by the second drill. She was warming up with Aaliyah — passing drills, sharp and fluid, like they’d been working together for weeks. Maybe they had. Maybe Paige had stopped waiting for her. Maybe that was fair. But it still knocked something loose in Azzi’s ribs to see it — to feel the distance that hadn’t been there yesterday morning when Paige’s breath had touched the back of her neck and her hand had been steady on Azzi’s skin like a promise she hadn’t meant to keep.

Paige hadn’t looked at her. Not once. Not when Azzi walked in, not when she started stretching, not when Coach clapped twice to call them in for the first set. It shouldn’t have mattered. They weren’t speaking. They weren’t anything. But Azzi’s chest still buzzed with the absence of it — of that first glance Paige always gave her, that unspoken thread between them that usually held steady no matter how far apart they stood.

Coach started calling names for partner drills. Azzi didn’t move. She waited, automatically assuming she’d end up with Paige like she always did but before she could look up, Paige was already jogging toward Aaliyah again, wiping her palms on her shorts like she hadn’t even considered anyone else.

That shouldn’t have mattered either.

But it did.

Azzi barely caught the toss when Caroline turned and offered her the ball. “We got this?” she asked, voice casual, chin tilted. Azzi nodded stiffly. “Yeah.” Her throat felt too tight for anything else. They started the drill without another word.

Her movements were clean, maybe too clean, no fire behind them, just the controlled sharpness she’d trained into herself over years of repetition. Catch. Pivot. Pass. Shuffle back. Repeat. Every few seconds, her eyes flicked toward the other side of the court. Paige wasn’t talking. Her face didn’t shift. But her body was sharp, focused. Determined. Every pass was a bullet. Every cut was clean. She was angry, Azzi could tell — not the loud kind, not the kind that yelled or snapped or rolled its eyes across a gym full of teammates. But the quiet kind. The kind that pulled away slowly, methodically, and left nothing behind.

They didn’t pair up for a single drill. Not once. Paige switched out with Aaliyah, then KK, then even Nika. Each time, she avoided the rotation that would’ve brought her near Azzi. It wasn’t accidental. Azzi knew Paige too well. She knew the way her body moved when she was being careful. The way she redirected attention without seeming to. The way she went silent when something hurt. And right now? Paige was silent. Paige was avoiding her.

They hadn’t even fought. Not really. But somehow this felt worse than all the times they had — worse than raised voices or door slams or walking away from the porch because it was all too much. This was cold. This was precision. This was Paige making a choice.

And Azzi felt it like a blade under her ribs.

When Coach finally called them in to wrap up, Paige stood a few feet behind her. Azzi didn’t turn. Couldn’t. She could feel her there — not her breath, not her voice, just the weight of her silence, pressing into the space between them like a line Azzi wasn’t allowed to cross anymore.

By the time the team dispersed, laughing and stretching and peeling off toward the locker room, Paige was already walking away. Her towel hung over one shoulder. Her head was down. She didn’t look back.

Azzi stood by the sideline long after the others had left, her shoes unmoving, her pulse a steady throb in her ears. She should’ve said something. At practice. After the hookup. This morning. Something. But she hadn’t. And now Paige was walking away like it didn’t matter at all.

Azzi didn’t follow. She just watched the door swing shut behind her and tried to convince herself she hadn’t already lost something she never got to keep.

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The film room always ran a few degrees too cold. Not enough to be uncomfortable, just enough to make you wish you’d brought a hoodie. The kind of chill that settled into your forearms if you sat too still. Azzi didn’t move when she slipped into her seat along the back row, one leg crossed over the other, arms folded loose across her chest like she wasn’t thinking about where Paige was sitting. But she was. She’d noticed the moment she walked in — Paige already in the second row, center seat, posture straight, eyes locked on the screen even though it was still blank. Nika sat on one side of her. Caroline on the other. Azzi didn’t let herself look too long.

The team filtered in around them with the usual scatter of rustling paper bags and unfinished protein shakes. Someone made a half-joke about being sore. Someone else countered with something worse. Laughter buzzed in soft waves that didn’t quite reach either end of the room. Paige didn’t laugh. Azzi didn’t either.

Coach walked in without fanfare, laptop under one arm and a half-empty bottle of Gatorade in the other. The screen flickered to life behind him, casting everyone’s faces in a washed-out blue glow as he clicked through the preloaded file. “Alright,” he said, not bothering with preamble, “same game as yesterday, new lens today. Defensive reads first. Watch rotations. Watch help. Watch communication. Or lack of it.”

The first clip started without warning — baseline out-of-bounds, late second quarter, ball swung through the top, help came too slow, points given up. Coach paused it mid-play, circled the hesitation with his laser pointer. “This isn’t about skill. It’s about timing. You see someone getting beat, you talk. Doesn’t matter if you’re tired. Doesn’t matter if it’s not your matchup. Communication has to be constant. You all know this.”

A few heads nodded. Shoes scuffed against the floor. The clip ran again. And again. Azzi watched it, barely blinking, but she wasn’t really seeing the screen. She was seeing the way Paige’s shoulders stayed rigid. The way she never leaned back in her seat. The way she hadn’t looked behind her once, even though Azzi was only three rows back, close enough to read the tiny white text on the collar of her shirt.

The next sequence rolled — transition defense, missed rotation, another easy bucket for the other team. Coach sighed audibly this time. “There’s no reason for this breakdown. You all know where the weak side help is supposed to come from. Paige, pause it there.”

Nika clicked the spacebar from her seat beside her. Paige didn’t move. Just stared at the frozen frame.

Coach pointed at the screen again. “This is yours, Azzi. And you know it.”

Azzi didn’t flinch. “I was late on the switch.”

Coach didn’t soften. “You were more than late. You weren’t talking. That’s what kills us.”

Azzi nodded once. “Got it.”

Paige didn’t turn around. Not even a glance.

The clip moved on. They ran through six more possessions. Coach stopped two of them. Both involving Azzi and Paige on opposite wings. Neither spoke. Neither corrected the other. They just sat there, absorbing the feedback, nodding when expected, silent the rest of the time.

Caroline shifted in her seat once, subtle. Nika tapped her pen against the edge of her clipboard. Aaliyah leaned forward like she wanted to say something and thought better of it. No one said it out loud. But it was obvious now. The chemistry that had once made them seamless on defense — fast switches, silent reads, blind trust, it was missing. Not broken. Just... dulled. Muted. Like someone had turned down the volume and no one could figure out how to bring it back.

The session wrapped in a scatter of motion. Coach dismissed them with a muttered reminder about weights tomorrow and walked out before anyone else stood. A few players lingered, gathering notes or making small talk. Paige was up first. She tossed her empty Gatorade bottle into the bin without looking at anyone and walked out without waiting for Nika or Caroline. Her shoulders were still rigid. Her hands shoved in her hoodie pocket like they were holding her together.

Azzi stayed in her seat a moment longer.

The lights came up.

She didn’t blink.

She just sat there, heart somewhere too close to her throat, eyes still fixed on the screen even though it had gone black.

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The coffee shop just off campus wasn’t particularly special. A few chipped tiles by the door, scuffed tabletops, a chalkboard menu with half the letters fading into dust. But it always smelled like cinnamon, and the barista played jazz through an old Bluetooth speaker that crackled every few songs. Azzi didn’t mind. She liked it more than she admitted, especially on days like this, when her head felt too loud and her chest too full and she needed something — someone — to drag her back into the world.

Jayden had texted her after film. Just three words. Need caffeine? Me too. No pressure. No flirting this time. Just timing. Azzi had stared at the message for a minute before replying with a simple: Sure.

They met outside the shop a little after three. Jayden leaned against the lamppost, hoodie sleeves pushed up, sunglasses perched low on her nose like she wasn’t trying too hard but still looked cool doing it. She lifted one brow when she saw Azzi and held the door open with a low, playful bow. “After you, baller.”

Azzi huffed a laugh that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “You’re annoying.”

Jayden grinned. “But charming.”

Inside, the air was warm and smelled like espresso syrup and pumpkin bread. They ordered — Azzi got her usual, iced chai with oat milk and a shot of espresso, because she needed the buzz but not the bitterness and took a seat by the window. Jayden sprawled comfortably in her chair, one leg crossed over the other, fingers tapping a rhythm on the side of her cup.

They didn’t talk about basketball. Not right away. Jayden asked about Azzi’s stats class instead, and Azzi groaned dramatically, describing the horror of last week’s quiz and how she’d second-guessed herself into the wrong answer on a question she knew. Jayden offered a terrible mnemonic device to remember the formulas. Azzi teased her for it. They laughed — real, even. The kind that made Azzi’s shoulders loosen slightly for the first time all day.

For a while, it almost worked.

Jayden reached for a crumb from the corner of her croissant and said casually, “You looked a little off at practice today, I was passing by and noticed.”

Azzi’s stomach twisted. Her hand tightened slightly around her cup. “Did I?”

Jayden nodded, not unkindly. “Not bad. Just... not you.”

Azzi shrugged. “Long week.”

“Yeah,” Jayden said. “I figured.”

Azzi didn’t answer. She looked out the window instead, watching two students rush past with matching tote bags and a sense of urgency she didn’t feel. Her reflection stared faintly back at her from the glass — tired eyes, hair pulled back too tight, jaw clenched.

Jayden didn’t press. She just sipped her drink and let the silence stretch.

After a minute, Azzi asked, “You ever feel like everything’s moving around you, and you’re just... stuck in the middle of it?”

Jayden tilted her head. “All the time.”

Azzi nodded, eyes still on the window. “Yeah.”

Jayden waited a beat, then nudged her foot gently under the table. “You know you don’t have to say anything, right? We can just sit.”

Azzi looked at her, really looked, and for a moment she almost said something. Something real. Something about Paige. About mornings and silence and leaving even when you wanted to stay. But instead, she smiled. Not fake, but not full either. “Thanks.”

Jayden smiled back, soft. “Anytime.”

They finished their drinks slowly, letting the buzz of the shop fill the quiet between them. When they stood to leave, Jayden held the door again, this time without the bow. They walked side by side toward campus, the sun dipping low behind the buildings, casting everything in gold. Jayden bumped her shoulder lightly against Azzi’s as they walked. Azzi didn’t move away.

As they turned the corner near the athletic complex, Azzi spotted movement on the far edge of the quad. Paige. Hoodie up. Hands in her pockets. Walking with a steady kind of purpose, chin tucked, eyes forward. Alone.

Azzi froze for half a second.

Jayden didn’t notice.

Paige didn’t look up.

Azzi watched her pass without saying a word.

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The locker room had always been a kind of sanctuary — a place where noise meant routine and silence meant something was wrong. Paige wasn’t sure what this silence meant. She sat on the edge of the bench in front of her locker, elbows on her knees, hoodie sleeves bunched around her wrists like a bad habit she couldn’t break. The late afternoon light filtered through the narrow glass blocks high in the wall, casting faint lines across the floor that didn’t move. Her phone buzzed once in her bag. She didn’t check it.

She hadn’t planned to come here. Her feet had just brought her. After practice. After film. After seeing Azzi walking across campus beside Jayden, laughing at something she probably didn’t even hear. Paige had turned the other way. Ended up here. The room was cold. The kind of cold that sank into her skin.

She was still sitting there ten minutes later when the door creaked open.

She didn’t have to look to know who it was. Only one person moved that quietly, then dropped their bag with just enough care to be casual. Paige stared at the inside of her locker, lips pressed into a flat line.

“Didn’t know you were into brooding in fluorescent lighting,” Nika said, her voice dry as ever. She cracked open a protein shake and flopped down beside her, stretching out her legs like she planned to stay a while.

Paige didn’t respond.

Nika gave it a beat, took a long drink, then said, “You look like shit.”

“I feel like shit,” Paige muttered.

“Well. At least you’re self-aware.”

Paige let out a breath that could’ve been a laugh if it didn’t sound so tired.

Nika leaned back on her elbows, watching her out of the corner of her eye. “You wanna talk about it?”

“No.”

“Okay,” Nika said, completely unbothered. “So I’ll just throw darts until I hit something. You and Azzi got into a fight.”

“No.”

“You and Azzi are fighting.”

Paige rubbed her hands over her face. “It’s not a fight.”

Nika waited. Didn’t say anything. Just sat there, letting the silence stretch.

Paige exhaled through her teeth, slow and uneven. “She left.”

Nika’s voice softened, just slightly. “When?”

“This morning.”

A pause. “Yours or hers?”

Paige swallowed. “Hers.”

Nika tilted her head. “So... she brought you over. Then ghosted you?”

Paige didn’t answer.

That was enough.

Nika nodded slowly. “Okay. So that means you two are... what, exactly?”

Paige hesitated. The words caught in her mouth. She looked down at her hands, fingers curled loosely in her lap like they weren’t hers.

“You gonna make me guess again?” Nika asked.

Paige shook her head, barely.

Nika waited.

Then Paige said it. Quiet. Like it physically hurt. “We’ve been hooking up.”

The silence that followed was sharp — not shocked, just heavy with the kind of weight that meant finally.

Nika didn’t react. Just blinked once, then reached for her protein shake again. “Since when?”

Paige’s voice was almost too low to hear. “A while.”

“How long is a while?”

Paige shrugged. “Couple months. Give or take.”

Nika nodded like she was doing math in her head. “And no one knows?”

“No one’s supposed to.”

“Okay.” Another sip. “And you’re both totally chill about that? No drama?”

Paige laughed once, bitter and too fast. “Yeah. Obviously.”

Nika turned toward her slightly. “Paige.”

“She said it wasn’t supposed to mean anything.”

“But it did.”

Paige didn’t respond.

“You care about her.”

Still nothing.

“That’s why this is wrecking you,” Nika said. “Because you stayed. You did the thing she wanted you to do, and she still left.”

Paige’s chest tightened. “I didn’t do it for her.”

Nika arched a brow. “Then who?”

Paige looked away. Her voice was raw now, barely above a whisper. “I didn’t want her to wake up alone again.”

The room went still.

Paige stared at the floor, hands clenched in her lap, hoodie sleeve bunched around one thumb like a shield. “After the first time, she freaked out. Got weird. Said we were friends, said it wasn’t supposed to get messy. But it was already messy, and she just...” Her breath hitched. “She looked so hurt when I left. So I stayed this time. And she left instead.”

Nika let that sit for a while. No commentary. No snark.

When she spoke again, her voice was steady. “Do you want her?”

Paige blinked. “I already have her.”

“No,” Nika said. “Do you want her?”

The silence that followed was crushing.

Paige’s lips parted, but nothing came out. Her jaw clenched. Her hands shook just enough for Nika to notice. Finally, Paige forced out, “It doesn’t matter. That’s not what this is.”

“But it could be.”

“No,” Paige said quickly, eyes locked on the ground. “Because if I say that, then she’ll really leave.”

Nika leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees again. “Paige... she already did.”

That landed harder than it should have. Paige closed her eyes for a second, the ache curling tight behind her ribs. “Then stop pretending it didn’t matter,” Nika said quietly. “At least to you.”

Neither of them spoke for a long time after that.

When Nika finally stood, she didn’t say anything else. Just reached out, gently squeezed Paige’s shoulder, then walked out, leaving her in the stillness with nothing but her heartbeat and the sound of her own name echoing through everything she hadn’t said.

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The weight room always felt colder than the gym. Not freezing, but sharp — the kind of chill that clung to exposed skin and made the metal of the barbells bite. The air smelled faintly of disinfectant and chalk, the floor scuffed with years of wear, sweat, and repetition. Overhead, the speakers buzzed with some heavy bass track that no one had actually picked, just the default playlist someone left on shuffle last week. It vibrated through the floor, through the racks, through the silence stretched tight between Paige and Azzi.

They hadn’t spoken since that night.

Coach didn’t pair them on purpose — it wasn’t personal. Just two guards, two open slots. Paige hadn’t looked at her when their names were called. Azzi hadn’t protested. They just walked toward the bench station in sync but somehow not together, every step echoing with the weight of what wasn’t being said.

Paige reached the bar first, wiping it down with a towel, adjusting the height with sharp, mechanical motions. She didn’t speak. Didn’t glance sideways. Azzi stood a few feet off, arms crossed loosely, trying not to stare at the slope of Paige’s shoulders or the way her sleeves were shoved up her forearms. It felt stupid — seeing her every day and still being caught off guard by how good she looked. How strong.

Paige finally turned, eyes flicking up just once. “You want to go first?”

Azzi nodded. “Yeah. That’s fine.”

Her voice was too casual. It felt like lying.

She laid back on the bench, hands gripping the bar, feet flat on the ground. Paige moved behind her, hands hovering close but never touching. Azzi couldn’t see her, but she could feel her — the warmth of her presence, the tension in her silence.

The bar lifted clean. First few reps were easy, muscle memory carrying her through. On the sixth, she slowed slightly, breath catching.

“You’ve got it,” Paige said, just loud enough to hear over the music.

Azzi pushed through two more, re-racked it with a soft clink, and sat up slowly, breathing hard but steady. She didn’t say thank you. Didn’t look at her. Just reached for her water, trying to slow her pulse.

They switched places without talking. Paige adjusted the bar like she always did — methodical, precise and then settled back. Azzi moved behind her, taking position as spotter, eyes locked on the bar. But her focus drifted.

Paige’s movements were sharper than usual. Not reckless — just intense. There was something behind each rep, something quiet and deliberate. Her jaw was clenched, her brows pulled just slightly together. She was pushing through something invisible. And Azzi knew exactly what it was, because it lived in her chest too.

Seven reps in, Paige’s form was still perfect.

Eight. A slight tremble. Nothing major.

Nine. A grunt of effort, soft and low in her throat.

Ten. She pushed through, re-racked it with a final shove, then sat up fast, already reaching for her towel.

Azzi hesitated. Then softly, she said it.

“You’ve gotten so much stronger.”

Paige paused. Not visibly. Not dramatically. But her hand stilled on the towel, just for a second. Her spine stayed straight. Her breath barely hitched.

Azzi stepped back half a pace. “I mean… you’ve always been strong. But this year? I’ve never seen you like this.”

Paige still didn’t look at her. Just stood slowly, adjusting her grip on the towel, eyes trained on the squat rack like it had all the answers. “Thanks.”

The word was polite. Distant.

But her voice cracked a little at the end.

Azzi swallowed. “I’m not trying to— I just wanted to say it. You’ve been killing it.”

Paige nodded once. Tight. Not cold — just careful. “Let’s finish the set.”

Azzi let her have the space. She didn’t press. Just followed her to the next station without pushing, without demanding a look or a word or anything more than what Paige was willing to give.

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The hallway was quieter than usual. Late enough that most doors were shut, light from underneath them slivered and faint. Azzi’s hoodie sleeves were pulled halfway over her hands, thumbs hooked in the cuffs, knuckles white with tension. She hadn’t planned to come. Hadn’t even thought it through. Just walked, headphones in but no music playing, steps leading her here on instinct.

Paige’s door stood at the end of the hall, just like always — same gold number plate, same crooked tape holding the name tag in place from move-in week. Azzi stopped a few feet away, heart hammering, breath barely steady. She wasn’t here to argue. Not this time. She’d spent the last two days replaying it all — the night, the morning after, the silence that followed. And the weight room earlier, where she’d tried gently to say something, anything, that might mean I still care.

This was supposed to be her real attempt.

To apologise. To say she was scared.

To admit she didn’t know what they were becoming, and it terrified her.

She stepped closer, raised her hand, about to knock —

And froze.

A sound slipped through the door.

Not loud. Not distinct. Just faint — a soft exhale, strained and sharp.

Azzi tilted her head slightly, just enough to catch it again. A creak of a mattress. Another breath, this one quieter, tighter, like someone was holding it in.

She didn’t mean to listen. Didn’t mean to lean in.

But she did.

And then she heard it. Paige’s voice — low, barely a whisper, broken in that way that always made Azzi’s knees lock. But it wasn’t for her this time. Couldn’t be.

A second voice didn’t follow. But it didn’t matter. The implication filled in the rest. A muffled gasp. Sheets shifting. The same kind of silence that wrapped around skin when bodies moved with purpose.

Azzi’s chest went still.

For a full second, she didn’t breathe. Didn’t blink. Just stared at the door like it had betrayed her.

There was no talking. No laughter. No sounds that proved anything beyond the obvious — someone was in there, and Paige wasn’t alone.

Her stomach turned. Her legs backed up on instinct.

She didn’t knock.

Didn’t say her name.

Just turned around and walked.

Fast. Too fast. Hands shoved deep into her hoodie pocket like they could hold in the shake. Her earbuds were still dangling around her neck. She shoved them in blindly, music finally on, something loud and numb and distracting, anything to keep her from imagining what she already believed to be true.

She didn’t see Paige — didn’t see the closed eyes, the clenched jaw, the way Paige lay alone in her bed, one hand buried under the sheets, the other fisting the edge of the pillow like she was trying to imagine someone else was there.

Didn’t hear the way Paige whispered her name into the dark.

Didn’t know that the ache Paige was chasing wasn’t about release — it was about memory.

Azzi made it halfway down the stairwell before she let herself feel it.

And even then, she didn’t cry.

She just whispered, “Stupid,” into the empty stairwell and kept walking.

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── .✦ Printing Press - [Clark Kent]

FT. Clark Kent x gn!reader

SUMMARY: It's your second week as an intern at the Daily Planet. When you're unsure how to use their ancient printer, you get help from Clark Kent.

CW: none? fluff

It was the start of the second week of your internship at the Daily planet, your dream job.

You always remember the first time you took one of your dad’s newspapers and read about the event that formed the JLA, the invasion of the Appellaxian warriors. Most people your age were dreaming of being members of the JLA but you wanted to be the person who told their story.

As you scanned your badge to open the elevator, the moment you read your Daily Planet internship acceptance email played your mind again. Before a smile could form on your face Mr. Lombard started, “Hey you." You look towards him with a questioning expression on your face. “Yeah you, fresh meat.”

The elevator had trapped the two of you together so there was no escape. “Good morning sir” You blurted out.

The Legendary reporter and director of the Daily Planet, Lois Lane had assigned him to you which you weren't too happy about. But you were determined to make the most of it.

“I’m going to need you on the testing printer today” Mr. Lombard said with his signature frown-speak. “Okay sir” you nodded. You quickly realized that you hadn’t pressed a button on the elevator, but before you could reach it the doors opened.

You look up to find Mr. Kent walking in looking like he was rushed out to work like he usually does.

Mr. Lombard grumbled but before he could speak Clark cheerily said “Hey Steve, d’you see the meteors games yesterday?” After a silence seeming longer than it was, Lombard finally answered Clark’s seemingly dumb question.

He responded with “Well of course I did Kent, I was there.” Clark took a moment to reflect on the answer and mentally smacked himself upside the head saying “Oh yeah of course, you’re the sports guy!” Lombard shook his head.

As the elevator finally began to move up to the newsroom, Clark’s eyes began to wander eventually landing on you. He blinked dopily and it seemed like it sent a wave down his body. He began “Oh hey, good morning Y/n!”

“Good morning, Sir” you responded almost autonomously before you realized.

He knew your name?

He knew your name.

Your heart began to beat so fast you swore it shook the elevator.

You always saw Clark Kent around the office as it was obviously hard to miss his tall muscular figure and intimidatingly blue eyes. But, you never exchanged words with him any more than a small ‘sorry’ or ‘excuse me’ when he was blocking your way to the coffee machine in the morning.

“Sir? Just call me Clark.” He smiled. You nod and look away trying your best not to make it awkward by staring at him for too long.

The elevator then finally reaches the newsroom. Once the doors open Clark gestures for you to get out first, the two men following behind.

You find your way to your desk, if you could even call it that. It was a small folding table with numerous coffee rings and a chair that looked like it predated the founding fathers of metropolis in the corner of the newsroom. As you sit down you remember Lombard speaking about how “The rings give it character."

You smile thinking of all the other past interns in this exact spot, like Clark Kent. His name lingers in your mind for a moment then you remember something else Mr. Lombard said, “I’m going to need you on the testing printer today."

You jolt up and walk over to his desk, momentarily glancing at Clark who was hunched over his keyboard typing carefully almost as if he were to type slightly harder the keyboard would break.

“Y/N!!” Lombard yelled, snapping you out of your trance not realizing you had made it to his desk so quickly. “Yes, Sir?” He looked at you expectantly “You’re at my desk… why?” You had forgotten what you came for.

Just then a soft yet stern voice echoed from behind you “The testing printer right?” you looked in the direction of the voice to find Lois Lane.

You’re in shock. The only time you saw Lois was when she welcomed you to the Daily Planet family on your first day. But after that, she’d been stuck in her office due to all the mayoral election drama.

“No crazy developments today” Lois said relieved. “So far” Lombard replied.

Lois rolls her eyes and turns to you. “So i thought why not show you how to use our testing printer! It’s the first ever digital printing press we’ve had, so she's a piece of work but you’ll learn to love her.”

As she begins to walk, you instinctively follow her to the elevator. She presses down and it begins to make its way to the floor you're on. But just as the elevator is only a few floors away her phone buzzes. She picks it up and you instantly know that the crazy developments she was talking about earlier had just happened by the look on her face.

Beginning to slowly walk backwards Lois says “Oh, no. Hey i’m so sorry Y/N I have to go but i’ll see if i can make it in time. If not i’ll send someone to help you. Go to the basement.” You let out a useless “okay” as she had already been in her office by the time the words left your mouth. You solemnly enter the elevator and press the button to the basement.

Once the elevator arrives in the basement, you step out and look around at all the printers until you spot the one which is clearly older than the rest. You stare at all the rubbed off buttons not knowing which ones do what. Afraid of breaking it, you decide to wait until whoever Lois sent gets here.

Suddenly you hear the ring of the elevator arriving on the floor and Clark Kent steps out with a smile on his face, beginning to walk over to you. "Hey Lois sent me to help you with this old thing." He says while patting one of his hands on the top of the old printing press. "Don't worry, when I was an intern I had no clue how it worked either"

Clark brushes past you to stand in front of the press. "Okay first you press this button. Make sure you hold it for a second, since it's old the buttons take a little longer to work." You nod paying close attention to which button Clark is pressing, trying your best not to let his hands distract you.

"There!" Clark exclaims as he points to a green light that turned on at the top. "Once that light turns on, you can put the paper right in here." He points again to a slot right next to the green light.

You and Clark look around for the paper to put in. Both your eyes land on the paper sitting on the table beside the press. You reach over but instead of your hand landing on the paper it lands on Clarks hand which was already on the paper, sending a shock down your spine.

For a moment, neither of you moved. Your eyes shot up, surprised to see him already looking at you, a small, amused smile on his face. Your cheeks warm up. “Sorry.” you said softly, but you didn’t move your hand right away and he didn’t either.

You slowly remove your hand from his, your eyes still locked on his blue ones. The small smile doesn't disappear from his face as he continues to show you how to use the press.

"When you put the paper in make sure it's straight or it might not work properly." He carefully places the paper in the slot assuring it went in straight. "Then press this button." He says while pointing to a larger button on the left.

You nod, trying to fight spacing out while thinking about the lingering touch from before.

"When the green light turns red, take your finger off the button and wait about two minutes" he pauses and looks at his watch "until the red light turns green again. But, I want you to try before we start printing." Clark presses a button on the bottom seemingly to cancel everything he had just done and removes the paper.

"Okay" you say nervously hoping you payed enough attention. He moves over giving you space in front of the press. "So first I hold down this button until the green light turns on."

"Mhm" he hums.

The green light flicks on. "Then I put the paper here." You make sure to place the paper in straight, just like he had said. "Then I press this until the green light turns red."

The green light turns Red. "Then we wait." You turn to him with a proud smirk on your lips.

"Perfect, you picked up fast!" He claps his hands lightly, nodding his head with approval.

"Thanks I had a good teacher." You both step away from the press. Clark leans casually against the table and you in a chair nearby.

The press hums softly.

“So,” Clark says, looking at you with his bashful, dimpled, smile while pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, “do you think you’d be okay running the press on your own next time?”

You shrug, smiling softly. “Maybe. But only if you don’t mind sticking around to help.”

He shifts a little, eyes flickering away for a moment. “I could do that. I mean, I’d be happy to. As long as you don’t mind.”

You lean in toward him slightly, voice gentle. “I don’t mind at all.”

Clark smiles, “Honestly, I’m still figuring it out myself sometimes."

You meet his eyes again, warmth in your smile.

The quiet hum of the press fills the room. Neither of you move wrapped in the calm, comfortable silence.

A loud ring suddenly emits from the printer, startling you. Clark notices your scare and places a hand on your shoulder to reassure you. "That just means it's done printing."

Clark gets up and walks toward the press with you following behind. He takes the paper out of the bottom.

"Ta-da!" He exclaims while holding up the page like it's something magical.

You giggle. "Wow, it's actually kinda cool to see it printed." You take the printed page gently from his hands, your fingers brushing his.

"Right?!" He exclaims

You look down at the paper reading the words.

Clark rubs the back of his neck. “You did great. I wasn’t sure I’d explain it well.”

You smile locking eyes again, handing the paper back to him. “You did. You made it easy.”

As Clark takes the paper from your hands, his eyes drop to the page, studying it with quiet focus. His glasses slide slightly down the bridge of his nose. When he finally looks up, his expression proud, you notice the way his glasses are still slightly crooked. Your chest tightens.

You hesitate, but then build up your courage.

Reaching up gently, you press your fingertip to the bridge of his glasses, pushing them back into place.

His eyes widen slightly in surprise, and you feel the heat rush to your cheeks at the same time colour rises to his cheeks too.

“Sorry,” you say softly, almost a whisper, your hand already away. “They were slipping.”

Clark blinks, then offers his usual bashful smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “Thanks.” He says, voice quiet but sincere.

You both stand there for a moment, the freshly printed page resting between you, the press still humming quietly in the background.

Clark glances down again, then back at you. “I, uh… should probably get back upstairs before Steve wonders if I got crushed by the paper stacks.”

You laugh quietly. “Right. And I should probably return to my 'desk'.” you say holding up air quotes.

Clark takes a small step back, then pauses. “If you ever need help with anything again, press or anything at all, I’m usually around.”

"Thanks, Clark. I'll be sure to ask you." You smile.

He starts to turn away, but then hesitates again. “And, uh… if you ever want to get coffee sometime... strictly for... you know, press-talk, of course.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Press-talk?”

His cheeks turn the slightest shade of pink. “Well, we can improvise or something.”

You nod, your voice soft. “I’d like that.”

His face lights up, clearly caught off guard by how easily the answer came. With a quick wave and that familiar, sheepish smile, he turns and walks toward the elevator.

You watch him leave, the printed page still in your hands. There’s a warmth settling in your chest, like your small corner of the newsroom just got a little brighter.

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neobunnydoy · 3 days ago

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Deep Sleep | Jung Jaehyun (M)

You've been having trouble sleeping and jaehyun's determined to solve your problem. pairing jock! jung jaehyun x tutor! fem! reader

genre and content college au, kinda friends with benefits (?), fluff, SMUT MDNI, unprotected sex (be responsible pls), soft dom! jaehyun, pwp but with feelings

word count 3.3k

author’s note can ya’ll tell I’ve been having trouble sleeping………

The study guide laid open on the floor, your laptop screen dimming from inactivity, the only light in the room now a soft, golden glow from your desk lamp. You sat cross-legged, spine slightly hunched, a highlighter limp in your fingers. Another yawn slipped out, long and silent, your eyes blinking slowly like they had to remember how.

Jaehyun noticed.

You’d been unusually quiet tonight. No nagging. No dramatic sighs when he got an answer wrong. No sarcastic quips about how he might just fail Econ and take you down with him. Instead, you looked like you might drop dead any second.

"Baby, you okay?" he asked gently. You blinked slowly, looking up like it took effort to focus. “Yeah. Sorry. Just been having trouble sleeping lately.”

He frowned. “Why? Is there something going wrong?”

You smiled a little. Tired, but fond. He was always like this. Gentle. Curious. Even when you were just partners for a class project last semester, he’d stuck around. Jaehyun, the literal captain of the basketball team, campus heartthrob, the one whose name floated around with rumors and girls’ giggles… had somehow become your study date partner. And now your actual friend.

“It’s nothing. Just... student council stuff,” you muttered, waving it off.

His frown deepened. “Are they working you too hard again? I keep telling you, you don’t have to do everything by yourself. Can’t you just sit back and tell your minions to handle things?”

You huffed out a laugh at his expression. In his head, being the president of the student council was just you sitting at the head of the table bossing people around. Which, you guessed, some presidents probably do. But you were an overly ambitious perfectionist, and this role of yours? You took it maybe a little too seriously. So no, bossing around your “minions” was not an option. “Yeah, but still. The festival’s coming up, and it’s just a lot. Not really the work, more like… the pressure I guess. Can’t seem to turn my brain off even when I try.”

Jaehyun pouted at that, hated hearing you suffer like this. “Well you have to sleep, still.”

“I know, but I’ve tried everything....” And that, Jaehyun took as a challenge. He was always so competitive about the most trivial things, you could immediately hear the gears in his head turning.

“What about hot milk? Chamomile tea? I can go get some—”

“Tried it.”

“Okay, back to basics. Counting sheep?”

“I counted to a thousand once.”

“Scented candles? Podcasts?”

“Jaehyun.”

“Oh, what about ASMR?”

You gave him a look. Trying to tell him that there was literally nothing he could say that you hadn’t tried already.

He groaned. “Baby, come on. When was the last time you actually slept?”

You hesitated, pressing your fingers to your temple like you had to calculate. “I don’t know. Two weeks ago? I passed out after you dragged me to that charity run…”

He looked horrified. “Baby, that was almost a month ago.”

“Oh—really?” Your eyes widened. “Oh god. I… I don’t even know anymore.”

“Okay, wait, that's good. So you’re saying the marathon worked…” he said slowly, straightening. “Maybe we just gotta get your body moving.”

You gave him a blank look. “Jae, I don’t even have the energy to stand for more than 5 minutes. There’s no way I’m running another 5K.”

He sighed, recognizing the fault in his logic. He was wracking his brain again—and he was thinking so hard you almost let out a laugh. You should tell him to stop worrying. And honestly? At this point, you were convinced you were already past saving.

Then suddenly—like a light bulb went off over his head—you saw his eyes widen as he turned to you.

“Didn’t you pass out after we had sex?”

Your body froze.

Your brain literally short-circuited for a few seconds.

He had said it so casually, like it was just another memory. Not something you’d been trying to bury in the deepest parts of your brain ever since it happened.

It had been a one-time thing. A slip. You’d both had drinks. You’d blurted out that you’d never had an orgasm before. And Jaehyun—stupidly competitive, golden-retriever Jaehyun—took it as a personal challenge.

He won.

And then neither of you brought it up again.

Until now.

“Wha—Jae. What are you even saying?”

“I’m saying,” he said matter-of-factly, “that it worked last time. You passed out like a minute after I made you come. You’re welcome by the way.” You continue staring at him, not knowing what to say.

He smiled softly, hands patting the top of your head. “Look, I’m not saying we have to. But baby, you haven’t slept in weeks. That’s not okay. And I mean... maybe I can help.” Fuck, he’s actually serious. You were now realizing that no, you hadn’t magically fallen asleep and started dreaming. Jaehyun was actually sitting in front of you, offering to fuck you to sleep.

Was this a bad idea? Did you even have the energy to say no? You’d been desperate for the past month, trying everything to get a good night’s sleep. God knows you needed it.

But what ultimately made you actually consider it… was the way he was looking at you. He wasn’t joking or saying it to get into your pants. You could see the genuine concern, the quiet resolve. Like he would do anything for you.

You swallowed. “I mean… I—okay.”

Jaehyun’s eyebrows perked up like he didn’t expect you to agree. “Yeah?” You sighed in defeat. “At this point, I’ll try anything.”

He smiled, then stood up. “Okay. Go lay down.”

“Wait, now?” Your voice came out higher than you expected, cracking slightly at the end.

Because suddenly—it hit you. He was standing there, already tugging you gently to your feet. This is happening.

It had been literal months since you slept together. Months since you’d slept with anyone. And this wasn’t supposed to happen again.

Except now… it was.

Your thighs instinctively pressed together, the memory sending a hot, low ache right to your core. Your pulse kicked up, fluttering in your neck, in your wrists, in every inch of skin he was about to touch.

“We haven’t even finished this last chapter yet.” you continued, still trying to stall for more time.

“Baby.” He reached for your hand, gently pulling you up. “You think I can focus on test prep knowing you’re one more yawn away from a coma?”

He started guiding you to your bed. “Now be a good girl and let me put you to sleep,”

You froze.

That sentence should not make your knees weak. But it did. Badly.

You slowly sank down on your bed, eyes darting anywhere but his. Suddenly not having the courage to look up. Still shocked at how... determined he was. One thing about Jaehyun—he was competitive, and when he set his mind to something, he was going to get it done.

But you were just... nervous. And Jaehyun could read you like a book. He cupped your face, forcing you to look at him.

“Nervous?” he asked.

You nodded slightly. “It’s just… been a while.”

“That’s okay. We'll go slow, yeah?” His voice dropped to a murmur, lips brushing against yours.

“I’ll take care of you, baby. You don’t have to do anything.”

You barely managed a breathy, “Okay…” before he gently eased you onto the bed, pressing you into the mattress with the soft weight of his body, his lips slotting over yours for the first time in months.

He kissed you like he cared. Like you mattered. His lips moved slow, his hands cradling your jaw, thumb brushing beneath your ear. His body angled over yours, coaxing you back into the pillows, one kiss after another until the tension in your chest began to unravel.

“Let me,” he whispered against your mouth, already sliding his fingers beneath the hem of your shirt. “You don’t have to lift a finger tonight, baby.”

You let out a shaky breath, eyes fluttering shut as he eased the fabric up over your waist, then higher—slow, steady, reverent. His palms grazed your sides like he was memorizing you all over again.

And when he finally pulled your shirt over your head, his breath caught. Revealing nothing underneath.

“Knew it.”

Your cheeks flushed, chest rising with a sharp inhale. “I—It’s just… we were studying, I didn’t—”

“I know, baby” he said quickly, cutting you off, voice softer now. “I know you’re not teasing me on purpose.” He shaked his head, murmuring to himself. “You don’t even realize what you're doing to me.”

Your stomach fluttered, thighs pressing together instinctively.

Then he dipped his head and licked a slow stripe over your nipple. Your back arched with a gasp, hips twitching beneath him.

He chuckled softly against your skin, closing his mouth around you, tongue flicking before sucking gently. His free hand came up to cup your other breast, thumb brushing over the sensitive peak.

“Still so sensitive,” he murmured, switching sides, lips wet and warm. “Love how pretty you sound for me…”

He circled your nipple again with his tongue, and your whole body trembled in response.

"Jae—" Your fingers tangled in his hair, breath caught in your throat. Every flick of his tongue, every squeeze of his palm sent pleasure crackling down your spine. You could barely think—barely breathe—under the weight of his attention.

His mouth found your lips again as his hands slid beneath the waistband of your shorts.

“You’re doing so good for me, baby,” he murmured. “Just let go, yeah? Tell me if anything feels too much.”

You nodded.

His hand slipped between your thighs, his fingers sliding under the hem of your underwear, finding your clit like he’d done it a thousand times. The first touch made your whole body twitch, breath snagging hard in your throat. You didn’t even realize you were clenching your fists until you felt the sheets bunched up in your grip.

His fingers moved slow—gentle circles, featherlight touches—drawing your arousal out until your hips were tilting helplessly into every pass of his hand.

“So wet already, baby.”

Your cheeks burned. “Jae…” your voice came out breathless, cracked and needy.

He kept working you open, fingers finding its way inside you, thrusting slow and steady, never too much. Just enough to keep you hovering. Your back arched into him as his mouth returned to your neck, your hands fisting his shirt like it was the only thing keeping you grounded.

“Doing so good for me,” he murmured, pressing soft kisses between every word. “So pretty like this, baby. So fucking soft.”

The pleasure was building too fast. Your thighs shook around his hand, hips grinding down like your body had taken over. He knew exactly what you needed—when to press harder, when to ease back. And he never once looked away from your face.

“J-Jaehyun—please—” You gasped, voice pitching when he curled his fingers just right.

“Shh, I’ve got you,” he soothed. “You’re so close, aren’t you?” You couldn’t even answer.

Your body gave out first. The pleasure hit all at once—hot, sharp, and overwhelming. You came with a cry, thighs clenching, back arching as the waves of release rolled through you. Jaehyun didn’t stop—he slowed, fingers gentling, coaxing you through it as your body trembled beneath him.

Your lashes fluttered. Dazed. Breathing uneven.

“You came so fast for me, baby,” he said, voice soft as he nuzzled your cheek. “Guess you really needed that, huh?”

You let out a breathy laugh, still catching your breath, your body still tingling. But he didn’t move away. His hand slid down your side, grounding you, soothing you. Then he leaned in, pressing another kiss to your lips—slow, sweet, lingering.

“Sleepy?” he asked, lips still grazing yours.

“Yeah…” you murmured. “I think so.”

“You think so?” He leaned back with a teasing scoff. “Yeah, no. That’s not gonna cut it.” He sat up, stripping off his shirt. “Let’s make sure you pass out for real this time, yeah?”

You blinked, already flushed again as his hands slid down to tug your shorts and underwear off in one fluid motion. He tossed them to the side without looking.

“You need my dick to really knock you out, don’t you?”

The words sent a shiver down your spine.

He looked up at you, smirking.

“Is that it, baby?”

Your lips parted, but no sound came out—your brain scrambling, your body still floating.

“Say it,” he said, tone warm but firm. “Tell me what you want.”

Your throat tightened. Your heart was pounding again. He was so close—so steady, so patient—but he wasn’t going to give it to you unless you said it.

You swallowed. “Please,” you whispered.

Jaehyun leaned in, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth—slow and deliberate.

“Hmm, please what?” he asked softly, dragging his lips down to your jaw.

You felt your whole body light up again, breath catching in your throat.

“Please… I want you,” you breathed. “Need you, Jaehyun.”

“Good girl.”

He removed the rest of his clothing, then climbed over you. His lips capturing yours in one last kiss—deep, needy, before he pulled back to look at you.

“Deep breath, baby,” he murmured, his voice low, trying to soothe the tension that had built up in your body. “I’ve got you.”

His hand cupped your cheek as he positioned himself carefully, and then, finally, you felt him pressing slowly into you.

You gasped, your body instinctively arching as you felt the stretch. He pulled out before thrusting himself deeper this time. You could feel every inch of him now. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you adjusted.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Jaehyun whispered, his voice tight, strained as he fought to hold himself together. “Just like that, baby… Just like that.”

He moved slowly, carefully. His thumb brushed over your ribs, his lips trailing tender kisses along your jaw, your cheek, your temple.

“You’re doing so good, baby” he breathed, his voice thick with the strain of holding back. “God, you feel so fucking good.”

“Jae—” you whimpered, voice cracking as your walls fluttered around him. “Feels so—so full…”

“I know, baby,” he murmured, voice strained. “You’re taking me so well. You’re doing so good for me.”

You clenched around him, body pulsing without meaning to, and he let out a guttural moan, jaw tightening as he tried to control himself.

“You okay?”

You nodded, too breathless to speak, but your hands clawed at his back, and your hips lifted again, chasing his movements, begging for more.

“Use your words, baby,” he said gently, lips brushing your cheek. “Please,” you whined, eyes glassy. “Please, Jae—faster.”

That made him groan—long and low, right against your throat.

He started to move. Faster, more deliberate. Hands gripping the inside of your thigh keeping you open for him. Each roll of his hips hit that perfect spot, coaxing desperate little moans from your mouth every time he bottomed out.

“Ah—Jae—feels so good, I—” Your words tumbled out, useless, wrecked.

“I know, baby. I know. I’ve got you.” He kissed you like he was trying to steady you, but he was shaking too—cursing under his breath with every clench of your walls around him. “You feel so fucking good—fuck.”

His hand on your thigh were gripping it a little tighter, using it for leverage as he began thrusting a little harder, a little deeper.

You gasped, head falling back against the pillow. Your body was already fluttering again, overstimulated, the pleasure rising too fast.

“Shit—baby—are you gonna come again?” he rasped, eyes locked on your face.

You nodded, choking on a sob. “I can’t—can’t help it—feels s’good—” “I know,” he gasped, hips stuttering as he pressed his forehead to yours. “Let go for me, baby. I’ve got you.”

His words worked like magic. Every ounce of worry, every bit of the pressure in your chest, started to melt away. You felt the weight in your heart lift, like he was taking it off of you with each slow, precise movement.

And then, just like that, your body gave in—shuddering beneath him as the pleasure washed over you in a crashing wave.Your legs locked around his waist, pulling him deeper as you shattered beneath him, body pulsing, crying out his name.

“Shit—fuck—baby—” Jaehyun choked on a moan as your walls clenched around him, dragging him straight over the edge. His rhythm faltered, muscles locking up, arms tightening around you.

He buried himself deep, hips pressed flush to yours as he came with a low, guttural sound—his release spilling inside you in hot, slow pulses.

He slowed his hips, gradually easing down, his lips ghosting over your jaw, your neck, anywhere he could reach. Your chest rose and fell, fast at first—but soon it evened out. Deepened. Your fingers went limp against his shoulder.

Jaehyun stilled.

“Baby?” he whispered, brushing his nose against your temple.

No response. Just soft, warm breath at his collarbone. Completely still.

He smiled.

You were out cold.

Carefully, like he was handling glass, Jaehyun slid out of you and gathered you into his arms. You made the tiniest sound—something like a sigh—but didn’t wake. He guided your body gently, positioning you to lie half on top of him, one arm curled around his middle, your cheek against his chest.

Then he reached for the blanket, tugging it up to your shoulders and tucking you in. His fingers brushed the damp strands of hair from your forehead, smoothing them back with quiet care.

And he just… looked at you for a moment.

You looked so peaceful. No tension in your brow. No pinched exhaustion in your features. Just… soft.

God, you were so soft.

He didn’t know exactly when he started caring about you like this. When tutoring sessions turned into late-night check-ins, or when “project partner” stopped being the only thing you were. But it happened fast. Maybe too fast. And quietly.

You made it easy.

Everyone said Jaehyun was the popular one, the guy everyone knew. But knowing someone and being known were different. Most people liked the idea of him. Liked how he looked in a jersey or how his voice sounded during a campus party.

But you?

You saw him.

Beyond the game schedules and the girls that flirted too loudly. You stayed up with him when he panicked before a test. You brought extra pens. You shared your notes. You actually gave a damn whether he passed or failed, not because it affected your grade—but because you wanted him to do well. You believed he could.

He’d never had someone like that.

Ever since he met you, he saw you doing everything for everyone. Fixing things. Helping. Showing up. You didn’t know how to stop giving. But never once had he seen you give that same effort to yourself.

Until tonight.

Until you let him take care of you—even if it was ridiculous, even if it meant getting you to sleep the only way he knew how.

Jaehyun smiled to himself, heart swelling as he looked down at you.

You were completely dead to the world, one leg tossed over his thigh, your lips parted, hair a mess, breathing slow and steady. The cutest little expression on your face—like you were finally at peace.

He brushed your cheek with the back of his knuckles, then pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Good night, baby.”

Then he wrapped both arms around you and finally—finally—closed his eyes, too.

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thewholekittyandkaboodle · 2 days ago

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Mirabelle took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. She removed her hands from her face and looked at you again.

"...Thank you...I really need all the help I can get. I try my best to live up to everyone's expectations, but I really don't know if I do a good job. I just don't want to let everyone down, especially when everyone is counting on me."

"Over there! The Head Housemaiden is over there!" The conversation is cut short by the sound of a crowd coming.

"Hello everyone!" You notice Mirabelle forcing her smile wider. "Where in the world have you been?!" "There's a visiting traveler in town. To help them get acclimated I was showing them around-" "-That's nice and all, but we've got more important things to worry about." "Yeah! Like all the people that are getting hurt working on the King's project!" "I'm grateful that you healed my partner, I really am. But this has to stop!"

"You're supposed to take care of this mess!" "Everyone please!" Mirabelle squeaked out. She cleared her throat and swallowed her embarrassment. "I-I hear all your concerns, and I agree that this cannot continue. I'm going to speak to The King about it. I'm sure there's a way to keep everyone safe while the project is underway. I assure you that I will personally make sure everyone in Dormont is safe from now on!" "How?" A voice called out from the crowd. "Hm?" Mirabelle asked, turning to face the direction of the voice. "How exactly are you planning to do that? I'm sorry, but this has to be said. You're the Head Housemaiden. All that talk is useless if you can't do anything to back it up!" Mirabelle froze at the outburst. She racked her brain for something to say. Something that a real leader would say. The crowd's attention was turned to her even as she was speechless. They needed her. Mirabelle needed to give them an answer. Mirabelle would force something out if it was the last thing she did. "I-I…" Was all that came. "Head Housemaiden! Head Housemaiden!" A youth covered in dirt and out of breath broke through the crowd. "Oh boy, who got hurt this time-" "Saddnesses!" The crowd went silent. "There are saddnesses heading towards town! Th-They showed up out of nowhere from the hills! Dormont is in grave danger, and so many people trying to stop it were injured already!" Mirabelle reeled in shock and audibly gasped. The crowd became rowdy with panic. Dozens of questions were asked amongst themselves at once. How long till they reached the village? Were the defenders already there? How long would they last against such a sudden attack? What were they to do about all the people injured already? Mirabelle was too lost in thought to hear all their questions. Even still her mind was quickly made up. Wasting no more time she sprinted in the direction the youth pointed towards. She couldn't let Dormont down, not now! She could heal the people that were hurt, that were fighting to protect them all! So she had to do something!

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You awake in a void pitched lightless surrounded by bright stars and astral bodies. Your body feels like mush, but it's quite weightless as you drift through the empty space. You hear a voice.

"…Oh!" "Oh ho ho, hello there!" "It seems you've come a long way from home haven't you?" "Hmm…What to do about this?" "I'm afraid I can't send you back to your own world in the shape I am right now." "…" "…Perhaps this could be just what this world needs." "But, if something were to go wrong-" "-This could very well destroy the space time continuum…" "But that probably won't happen! And anyways, it seems like there's no choice but to get outside help in this situation." "Alright now listen carefully, if you please." "You are about to be sent to a world a bit different than your own." "Don't worry it's quite similar to your own in a lot of ways, but…" "Well, I guess you will just have to see for yourself." "Before that though, why don't you get yourself reoriented a little bit?" "Why not start by…" "…Telling me a bit about yourself?"

(Here's where you choose your character. If you are playing an OC either leave a description in reblog or comments or tag the character sheet of the character you want to rp as. Same is true for an AU version of a canon character.)

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rileys-battlecats · 3 months ago

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I think you mentioned somewhere that the rest of Micaclan was kind of standoffish with Mudpaw, and only after Wrentail’s death did the clan go easier on him under the impression he was in mourning (although, idk if this has been retconned)

If it’s not a spoiler, what was the rest of the clans impression and relationship with Mudpaw at this point in the story? im especially curious to know what owlpounce thought of him before taking him on as a mentor

(I really enjoy the micaclan series and the amount of thought you put into each character and storyline!!!)

ok first off I'd like to apologize for how long it took me to answer this, SECOND I would like to say EEEEEE YAY IM GLAD YOU LIKE THE STORY AND CHARACTERS YIPPEE

As for your question, yes, the clan has, up until Wrentail's very tragic accident, been very standoffish with Mudpaw. Not necessarily consciously, mind you; they have some internal biases and cultural issues they need to address as a clan where it comes to perceived outsiders. They were never malicious in their treatment of him, just... neglectful. Each member of the clan tended to assume that someone else was taking care of him.

After Wrentail's death, it brought Mudpaw into the spotlight, as it were. Suddenly, everyone is very conscious of the fact that this young cat has gone through an assumedly painful loss, are more cognizant of his need for support, and, most importantly, are willing to offer that support. Mudpaw has more eyes on him. Cats are more aware of him than they once were. Where before the clan was more likely to give Mudpaw a wide berth and generally ignore him, they now are confronted with their own negligence, and are taking steps to rectify it.

Before, Mudpaw was basically a non-entity to the clan. A living ghost, flitting among them, not taking up any more space than necessary, not bringing attention to himself. Quiet. If a cat were to think of him, it was generally in the thought of HawkpawPuddlepawWhitepawMudpaw, not just Mudpaw. He'd be lumped in with "the apprentices".

When Owlpounce first thought to take him on as an apprentice, her impression of Mudpaw was that he was quiet, and contemplative. A deep thinker. Perhaps a bit reckless. He's ended up in her medicine den more than any of the other apprentices, after all. Though, she is willing to admit, it could have been the influence of Wrentail. Embertooth, Wrentail's previous apprentice, had ended up in the medicine den plenty of times back during his apprentice days, too. And that deep scratch over Mudpaw's eye, the one she'd had to patch up a few moons ago... that had been from Wrentail going too hard in training. She'd had words with him afterward. Claws out while training, Starclan help her, even if it'd been the apprentice's idea, Wrentail is—was a senior warrior. He should have known better.

In any case. She knows she doesn't know Mudpaw very well, but then again, she doesn't know any of the apprentices very well. They tend to stay out of the medicine den when they can, not fond of the scent of the herbs or her tendency to fuss. She knows he is quiet. She knows he is hurting. And she knows what Starclan told her—that he needs to be trained as a healer. And, she will admit, she is already growing fond of him. He reminds her of her old mentor, Buckfoot, with his stilted attempts at conversation and contemplative nature. She thinks he'll grow to be a fine medicine cat.

#ask #mudpaw #owlpounce #micaclan #mudlore #once again; sorry for how long it took to answer this

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bluejay-07 · 3 months ago

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🎨 + any 3 questions you wanna answer

🎨--If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

I really do hate to keep going on about it (actually, no I don't, this series has felt like my crowning achievement thus far), but I really did love that scene in Emergency First Aid, after Max has been patched up, where River and Max just get to hold one another. I think if someone were to make fan art of it, they would earn my undying loyalty.

❤️--What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

I have two answers for this, actually. I love all of Greys, but I'm going to pick out a few choice paragraphs.

They were still using вы with January and River, too; another line. Max got away with it most of the time—plural partners, plural pronoun—but they would never forget the time January pointed out that ”using the intimate second-person is probably fine, considering the three of us have already, you know, been intimate.”

This paragraph made me laugh out loud when I wrote it; I very nearly cut it! So glad I didn't lol

But if they could have somehow changed how their peers saw them for it, it would have been a blessing—as it was, they could only play at being ordinary for so long before someone realised, before the truth of what Max was bobbed back up to the surface. Privately, they thought that the whole “being human” thing was a lot like language acquisition; there was a set window for learning. You could figure it out afterwards, of course, but it would never be quite the same, and everyone would be able to tell.

I'm really proud of finally nailing down this feeling in writing; it resonated with some people, and I'll always love it for that.

🧪--Do you research for your fics?

Yes! I'm the kind of insufferable bastard who reads academic papers for fun; see literally any of the Mars House fics I've written. G-d bless Natasha Pulley for giving me a vehicle to inflict language facts upon my loved ones.

💥 --What is one canon thing that you wish you could change?

This is stupid and pedantic, but if I could press a button and change literally anything about Mars House, I would fix the little inconsistencies surrounding the Artemis/Apollo system, because they drive me nuts. Are they meant to be twins or of a similar age, because there are exceptions to that! She says they receive the same exact education, then that appears to go out the window. There's an indication that there's status surrounding being an Apollo as opposed to an Artemis, and then that rule gets violated too! It's so small and so petty, and it doesn't make me like the novel any less, but good Lord it is too interesting of a dynamic for me not to fixate on lmao

👻--What is your wildest headcanon?

I'm sure anyone who's DMed me in the past month has had Max/Sasha inflicted upon them, but may I raise you--Max/River/Sasha. Just think about it. It's the knight/prince dynamic, the bodyguard/charge dynamic, and the commander/loyal second dynamic all rolled into one.

#i have been bitten by some kind of absurd crackship bug i think #if you want to get really esoteric sometime ask me about shang/molotov #anyways thank you so much for the ask!! once again i am so sorry about how long it took to answer #blue.txt

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appreciatingtokrev · 1 year ago

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hey guys do y’all remrmber me ..... i am alive and doing well 👍👍

#very VERY sorry for suddenly leaving so long ago #idk i just. leave my social media accs randomly sometimes idk sometimes i need space ig #but i wanna try n be a lil more active on here again <3 #a lot has happened since i’ve truly been active on here but welp such is life #i have an active dnd campaign n more close friends now #and i almost booked tickets for the bronze vb olympia match !!#sadly they were all sold out :(#there’s still some old ass asks in my inbox i wanna get to eventually !! taku n anon z i see ur asks! i will answer them !!#might take me a bit to get used to tumblr again. generally not sure just how active i’ll be #we’ll see ig #in case anyone actually reads this especially if i know you: hey!! hello !! i missed you all :((#especially taku n anon z ofc !! <3 #bc i mostly only rlly talked to you guys haha #i’m on anti depressants now n actually doing much better in case. anyone was wondering haha #and i’m once again neck deep in a tokrev phase bc i just got a friend into it (we watched the whole of s1 together)#(it took us 5 days)(we were on a school trip n didn’t have anything better to do)#so. uh. yeah #hopefully expect some tokrev stuff from me :3 #glad to be back guys <3 #really missed this tbh #☆—`elys rambles

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sttoru · 1 year ago

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ahh i just cant stop thinking of sukuna's fav concubine getting injured from the other concubines but she hides it because shes scared of being weak (in sukuna's eyes) and/or a burden ☹️☹️

𝝑𝑒 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. true form!sukuna x concubine!female reader. fluff, sprinkle of angst n comfort. size difference. reader gets called ‘brat, woman, little one’ — ig this is a bit early in their relationship

“i’ve arrived, my lord,” you announce your presence once you step into sukuna’s quarters. the dimly lit room removed all the stress you currently had in your system—the knowledge that you’re safe in his space causes your shoulders to drop.

sukuna turns his head to look at you while he’s laid back on his bed, topless. all four of his eyes roam over your body, which isn’t anything unusual for you. he always does that.

“tch. took ya long enough,” the king of curses scoffs before gesturing for you to come closer, making that familiar motion with his fingers, “when i order y’ to come, you’re supposed to drop everything and rush to be at my service, woman.”

you hurry over to his side of the bed with a nod. “my apologies,” you mutter. you can’t tell him why you’re late, because hell would break loose within these walls. and also because you’re scared of what his reaction would be.

before being called over, you were in the kitchen, peacefully trying to get a snack, when two other concubines entered the room. you tried ignoring them, but that didn’t seem to be the smartest move. it wasn’t long before they threw derogatory remarks at you.

of course, you stood up for yourself and yelled some back. that’s when one of them pushed you backwards, causing the skin near your hand to get slightly burned by the fire on the stove.

if it weren’t for the maids around that went to report the ruckus to uraume, god knows what more would have went down in that kitchen.

“oi,” sukuna grabs your jaw and lifts your head up. he can immediately notice the vacant look in your eyes, which is unusual for you. you snap out of your trance and set the nasty memories aside—ignoring the impulse to scratch the injury on your wrist.

“i’m sorry, my lord,” you say again before slowly undoing your obi. you figure that is why sukuna had called you over, to do your job as his concubine. you halt your movements when you realise that undressing meant that he’s going to see the wound on your skin.

you hesitate. that same instant of hesitation doesn’t go unnoticed by the king of curses. a large hand of his moves to stop both of your wrists from pulling off your robes.

“. . .i’m giving y’ three seconds of my time,” sukuna narrows his eyes after allowing you to speak up and tell him what’s on your mind. he hears you whimper in pain when he holds onto your wrist, your facial expression clearly uncomfortable. “spit it out,” he impatiently huffs. he wants to hear you say what’s wrong.

you desperately shake your head, biting your bottom lip. you don’t want to tell him—even though you know you’re obligated to.

denying an answer to sukuna was your next big mistake.

“fuckin’ brat,” the pink-haired man grunts. he yanks your arms up to his face, harshly pulling down the sleeves of your kimono. all four of his red eyes immediately fall onto the wound on your wrist. you obviously hadn’t treat it yet, even though you should have done so long ago.

there’s tension hanging in the air almost instantly after your little secret gets revealed. sukuna’s grip on your hands tightens which causes you to flinch. you close your eyes and expect the worst. you can already hear the insults he’ll throw at you—how he’ll call you useless, weak, stupid and all that.

“look up at me,” his voice rings out in a firm tone. you don’t want to anger him more than he already is, so you obey. you open your eyes and glance upwards, your worried gaze meeting his.

sukuna takes a deep breath to contain the bubbling rage inside of him; a rare sight indeed. he doesn’t want to unnecessarily lash out at you when it isn’t needed. however, he can’t deny that itching urge in his chest, to get mad at whoever caused your skin to get tainted like that.

sukuna stares at you with an intimidating glare. when you expect him to yell profanities at you, the unexpected happens.

“who did this to you?” he asks, voice strained like he’s trying to hold himself back.

you blink a few times. the king of curses sounds pissed off, and when he’s in that kind of mood, you know he’s not to be played with. you look the other way and try to think of a proper answer.

will you snitch and cause unnecessary bloodbath, or will you spare the lives of the concubines who hurt you and lie?

you’re scared of being seen as useless by sukuna if you tell him the truth. if you lie, he’ll probably call you weak and stupid as well. it’s a lose-lose situation, you conclude.

you swallow the spit that has gathered in your mouth before parting your lips.

“m-miko,” her name echoes in his ears. you decide to be honest, because you know that there’s no fooling the ryomen sukuna. a second of silence follows and when you look up at him, he stares back at you with furrowed brows.

“ah,” you then realise that he doesn’t know his concubines by name. he has way too many women at his disposal and doesn’t find them worthy enough to remember.

however you have heard from uraume and the others that he does know your name—only yours. it makes you feel special.

you try to describe the concubine you’ve tussled with, “s-short blonde hair, uhm, mole under her right eye.. brown colored eyes—“

sukuna thinks for a moment before clicking his tongue once he faintly remembers who that’s supposed to be. without a word, he stands up and wraps one muscular arm around your waist, sweeping you off your feet and carrying you under his armpit like some package.

“uraume!”

his voice is loud enough to make the walls shake and it carries a clear hint of pure rage. everyone in the estate should have heard him by now, which means that they know what is going down in a couple seconds.

sukuna sounding this angry only means one thing; someone is going to die today.

the servants hurriedly scurry around, deeply bowing as he walks past them in the hallway with you still tucked underneath his arms. you let yourself be carried while your heart beats uncontrollably fast in your chest.

you feel your hands shake a bit. seeing someone like sukuna be this mad for your sake—to the point that he’s ready to turn the entire area upside down—is somehow thrilling. though, you can’t help but feel sick because of your own thoughts.

someone is going to die and there you are, cheesing about the king of curses.

you see the white-haired chef appear from a corner, their steps hurried. they glance at you and then back at their master. it’s like they immediately connect the dots.

“treat her in my quarters. don’t let her leave until i come back,” sukuna commands without even looking at uraume. he’s staring ahead, with an ominous aura emitting from his body, one that somebody can sense from miles away.

he puts you down next to uraume before glancing your way one last time. he lets out a deep sigh as he sees the worried expression you’re making. he lowers his head to your level so you’d be face to face.

“and you,” his warm breath hits your cheeks and sends a shiver down your spine. you gulp as sukuna’s hand reaches up to firmly tug at your earlobe, “i’ll deal with your ass later, yeah? i’ll make you feel what it means to hide stuff from me, little one.”

that sentence makes you even more nervous. you know you won’t be able to avoid the punishment sukuna has in mind, so you simply nod. “understood,” you reply in a squeaky voice. you don’t have the guts to disobey him—he’s already out to kill someone and you don’t want to be the next victim.

sukuna straightens his back again and continues his journey towards the concubines’ quarters. every heavy step makes the floors and walls shake, a sign of his unstoppable rage that’s about to be unleashed.

you feel slightly puzzled. you didn’t expect this outcome when you revealed your injury to the ruthless man. you expected to be belittled and mocked for not being able to prevent a wound from being inflicted on your body.

instead, there he goes, off to get revenge in your stead. you feel a twisted sense of satisfaction after seeing sukuna be this protective over you. actions like these demonstrate more than his dull words can do, even if it may seem like he doesn’t care about what could happen to a human like you.

#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader #sukuna x reader #jjk x you #sukuna x you #ryomen sukuna x reader #jjk fluff #sukuna fluff #sukuna x y/n #jjk x y/n

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cinnxmxngxrl · 3 months ago

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“Too old”

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Part 2 here Joel’s Masterlist

Summary: You’ve been throwing yourself at Joel Miller for months, even if the answer was always a no. But tonight he comes knocking at your door.

WC: 3k

Warnings: smut, minors DNI, dirty talk, age gap, unprotected piv, oral (f!receiving).

A/N: Just so you know english is not my first language and this is literally my first time writing, so it’s probably terrible but wanted to try anyway. Also this is pretty much all smut without plot.

“I’m too old for you.”

That was the same bullshit excuse he’d always use. Every single time you tried to make a move, he’d bring up the age difference. You weren’t sure if it was because he was scared of what the people of Jackson would say behind closed doors or if he was worried he wouldn’t be able to keep up with you.

Because yes, he was old, but no other man had ever made you feel so weak in the knees like him. Like that time you saw him fixing one of the fences, flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up, those huge arms on full display, veins popping out. Logically, you had to run home to relieve the ache between your thighs, thinking of him. Always of him.

Or that other time, right after winter, when you saw him in his new pants, new for him, at least. legs spread wide as he sat, too preoccupied talking to Tommy for him to notice the way you drooled over the big bulge that the too-tight pants revealed. All you could think about was how it would feel to sit on top of that and ride it until your legs went numb.

“Listen, darlin’, ’m twice your age. It’d never work. Just let it go,” he said, shutting you down once again. “Plenty of young men f’you here.”

“You know, to me, it sounds like you’re scared,” you shot back. “Scared it might work. Scared you might like it too much.” You took a few steps closer to him, your hand barely brushing his broad chest.

He scoffed, amused as if what you had said was completely ridiculous. “You’re so sure of yourself, huh? ’M sorry to break it to you, but I’d never see you as anythin’ but a kid.”

Now you laughed. “A kid, you say? Then swear to me you’ve never thought about me before going to sleep,” you said, a smile on your face that implied you already knew the answer.

“I’ve never thought about you… in that way.” A lie. You could see right through him, the way he looked away, avoiding your gaze.

You chuckled. “Oh right, of course, you haven’t.” The sarcasm was unmistakable in your voice.

“Jesus, fuck, you’re givin’ me a goddamn headache.” He said through gritted teeth, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I don’t think of young girls in that way.”

“I’m not a young girl, Joel, in case you haven’t noticed.”

And damn if he hadn’t noticed. Of course, he fucking did. He was only a man, for Christ’s sake. He couldn’t help but stare at your ass when you were bending down to pick up tomatoes in the garden, picturing how you’d look bent over his kitchen counter instead, with him fucking you from behind. The truth was that this was his most recurring fantasy on those cold, lonely nights when he had his hand wrapped around his hard cock, imagining bending you over every possible surface, cumming in record time just by thinking about it. He wouldn’t even dare imagine how long he’d last if he were actually inside you.

“Still, you’re too young for me anyway,” he said. More excuses, you thought.

“You’ll change your mind eventually, Joel. I’m gonna enjoy seeing you crawl to me, and I’m gonna be waiting because I’m a very patient woman,” your tone was far too seductive, nearly making him say “fuck it”and give in. “You know where I live, so find me there when you grow the balls to be with me.”

Joel muttered a curse under his breath as he watched you walk away, your head held high and your hips swaying.

That night, he rolled restlessly in bed. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw your face, those beautiful eyes of yours, and oh that mouth that would look so good wrapped around his cock, taking it all in. He couldn’t stop the way his body reacted to those thoughts; he was so fucking hard it was painful. No matter how much he tried to look at the ceiling and think of anything else, nothing worked, and with every passing second he grew more relentless.

“Screw it,” he thought as he stood up from bed, putting on a pair of jeans and a jacket at lightning speed. The town was quiet and empty this late at night as he made his way to your house. He felt stupid; he was an old man. He should know better than to cave in, to knock on your door in the middle of the night because he needed some much-wanted release. But right now, none of that mattered.

A few moments after he knocked on your door, and you finally appeared, a knowing smirk on your face. “Oh, Joel, what a surprise.”

He tried hard to swallow the humiliation he felt for being so weak. “Can I come in?”

“Sure, go ahead.” You opened the door for him to enter and led him to your small couch, sitting down and patting the spot next to you.

He had tried really hard not to look at your chest in that skin-tight tank top you were wearing, but when he sat down, his eyes, almost as if they had a mind of their own, traveled down and noticed your hard nipples pushing through the fabric, and he had to suppress a groan from escaping his lips.

“Couldn’t stop thinkin’ bout you. I—fuck… you don’t leave my mind for a second,” he admitted.

“Well, that’s a start, you know, you finally admitting that you think of me in your bed.” You teased him, trying to make fun of him just for the pleasure of watching him squirm.

He clenched his hands, a useless attempt to restrain himself from pulling you close and kissing you senseless. His eyes roamed over your figure, lingering on your thighs, exposed under those shorts that were way too tiny, and he felt the heat returning to his body.

You noticed the way he was staring, like a wolf examining its prey before pouncing.

“You like what you see, old man?” You couldn’t help but test him; you knew you had him right where you wanted him.

“Don’t be a smartass… ’m a man. Course ’m gonna look.” His voice was low with desire.

“Why don’t you come and get a taste then?” you bit your lip as you spoke.

And that was all it took. He finally reached out to you, his fingers slowly running down the soft skin of your arm until they reached your thigh, sending sparks through your body. It was all too much for him; you felt too good under his hands, and he needed more. He desperately needed more, as if it was a matter of life or death.

He leaned closer, so close you could feel each other’s breaths, smell each other’s shampoo, so close you could almost taste each other.

“Fucking finally,” you whispered into his mouth, teasing him one last time before Joel lost the last shred of restraint he had left in his body. He closed the distance and crushed his lips against yours in a passionate kiss.

His right hand tangled in your hair, keeping you close as he devoured your mouth with a need you’d never seen before. His other hand was on your hip, pushing you down onto the couch.

He climbed on top of you, his mouth continuing to taste yours as his hands roamed freely over your body, finally finding your breasts. He kneaded your soft flesh, taking your clothed nipple between his fingers and pinching it softly, making you gasp. His touch was everything you had imagined: rough, passionate, and masculine.

You broke the kiss just when your lungs gave out. If you were wet before, you were soaked now, tugging off his shirt, revealing his toned body.

“Holy fuck, it should be a crime to hide all of this under a shirt,” you muttered, breathless as your hands explored his muscular chest and stomach.

He would’ve laughed, but he was too lost in the moment. His body trembled with pent-up desire and anticipation, which only worsened as he felt your hands over his body.

Joel moved back to your neck, kissing, licking, and nibbling at it with desperation. Then slowly began to move down your body, he wouldn’t let one part of you go without a touch or taste. He kissed your stomach, making you squirm, but you couldn’t move; his grip on your hips was tight. He only let go to move his hands to the waistband of your shorts, letting out a growl when he finally slid them down your legs—shorts and panties in one go—leaving you completely bare in front of him, spread out and just for him to do whatever he pleased.

Joel pushed your legs wide apart, making room for himself between them. His head was only inches away from your glistening center.

“Are you this fucking wet just from some kisses?” He looked up at your face, noticing the utter desperation in your eyes, almost begging him to do something, anything, to take the ache away from between your legs.

He let out a low laugh as he moved his face closer, his tongue darting out to take a lick of your dripping slit. Joel grunted softly, he was sure that if heaven had a taste, it’d taste just like this. His tongue circled your clit with experienced precision, and you couldn’t help the loud whimper that left your lips.

He stopped his ministrations for a second. His warm breath against you.

“Like that, darlin’? Tastes like fuckin’ heaven, this pussy… fuckin’ sweet.” He didn’t give you time to answer as he went right back to work, his tongue moving faster through your folds, drawing delicious circles around your puffed clit as his hand gripped your hips, anchoring you in place and making sure you’d be all bruised tomorrow.

You looked down to see his head buried in between your thighs. He was eating you out like a starved man, like you were the first meal he’d eaten in days, and you could feel how much he was enjoying it, how much he was getting off from your pleasure. Joel had to buckle his hips against the couch trying to find some relief for his aching cock, but hearing you moan and whimper only made him want you more, and so his tongue began to push inside your entrance, deep and slow.

“Oh Joel, yes… yes… don’t stop—just like that.” You cried out, your hand tugging at his hair, trying to hold onto something as he fucked you with his tongue.

It only took a couple more minutes before you let out a loud whimper, cumming around his tongue. He felt it, your spasms, the way your walls clenched around him, and he kept going to help you ride out your orgasm, pulling away only after he had slurped the last of your delicious juices.

You tried to regain your breath after that intense experience, but you got only more turned on as you saw Joel wiping your fluids from his chin and mouth with the back of his hand.

“Oh my God… who taught you how to eat pussy like that?” you asked him, half-joking, half-serious.

He laughed softly, his hands roaming over your body, over your thighs, stomach, breasts, squeezing the flesh softly. “Years of experience.” He murmured, leaning closer to your face. “But yours is the best I’ve ever tasted.”

Joel kissed you once again, and you could taste yourself on his tongue, only fueling your desire for him—if it was possible to desire him even more.

“Darlin’, I gotta have you… I need to be inside o’you,” he muttered, his voice was a silent plea.

“Yes… God—yes, Joel, please,” you whimpered pathetically, and your shaky hands fumbled with his belt, feeling the thick shape of him through his jeans.

He grunted, removing your trembling hands with more urgency. He undid his pants himself with impatience, tugging them down just enough to free his cock You looked down, and your jaw dropped. That was a gorgeous cock if you ever saw one—big, thick, pushing up against his stomach, the tip glistening with a bead of precum.

“Oh fuck, Joel,” you breathed out.

“Do you want it?” He pumped his throbbing cock with one hand, feeling like it might explode right now.

“Please, Joel… I need it so much.”

With one hand, he spread your legs wider, and with the other, he took the shaft and guided the tip of his cock right on your wet cunt, dragging it teasingly slow to gather all your slick before positioning it on your entrance.

He took a slow breath to steady himself before finally pushing inside, only one big and deep thrust that made you see stars. You whimpered loud, your body shivering as you felt the way he was stretching you open. He gave you one second to adjust to his size before he pulled all the way back, just to slam into you harder this time.

He was so big, bigger than any other guy you’d been with before, it stung for a moment, but the pleasure swallowed the pain whole.

“Holy fuck, how are you this tight?” he groaned as he squeezed his eyes closed just for a second so he wouldn’t lose it. “I swear this cunt was made f’me… Made to take this cock.”

Joel began to move, his pace completely relentless and unforgiving, each thrust, each roll of his hips, making him go deeper inside of you. His hands kept moving all over your body, gripping you like he needed to brand every inch of you as his.

“Oh Joel… feels so good,” you said between moans. “Please don’t stop… keep going… harder.”

His hands moved to the back of your thighs and maneuvered your legs so they were hooked over his shoulders, this new angle allowing him to dive deeper into you—so deep you could feel him pressing against your cervix, and your moans became cries of pure pleasure.

You’d never seen a man in such a state, so completely animalistic, possessed, in the way he moved, almost violently, and in the sounds he let out of his mouth: growls and groans proper of a wild animal.

“Cum for me… need to feel you cum on my cock,” he almost begged with his ragged voice. “Need to feel that pretty pussy squeezing me so tight.”

Joel’s hand made its way in between your bodies, and his thick fingers found your bundle of nerves, tracing hard circles around it, the pace of his thrusts never slowing. You felt the tears in your eyes, completely overstimulated by his cock and fingers both working in unison to get you there again.

“I’m—oh Joel… I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” you sobbed, tears falling down your cheeks. Joel felt the way you clenched around his cock as you came, and it was the most delightful sensation he’d ever experienced. He felt his own climax approaching. He wasn’t even sure how he managed to last so long when you felt so incredibly good—he definitely deserved a prize for that.

“Holy shit, darlin’… feels so good cumming for me like that.”

God knows there was nothing he wanted more in this moment than to cum inside of you, painting your insides white and filling you up with his seed until it was dripping out of your cunt. But he knew he couldn’t. So, with the last ounce of self restraint he had left, he managed to pull out, his hand wrapping around his cock as he stroked it, one, two, three times, then he let out a groan that sounded like a wounded animal, and his cum shot out of him, hot and thick now coating your lower stomach in creamy white.

He stared at the sight, admiring his artwork for a second before he collapsed next to you on your couch, completely spent and feeling hazy after the intense pleasure he had experienced. His only thought in mind was how he wanted to do this again, and again, and again.

Joel buried his head in your neck, nuzzling it as he tried to calm himself down and catch his breath again. “You alright?” he asked, his soft voice contrasting with how intense it sounded before.

“I’m better than alright… shit… that was…” You struggled to find words that described how amazing it all felt, to finally have him after so much time of fantasizing about him—and realizing that he was even better than you had expected.

“I know,” he said on your neck, as if he was thinking the same things you were thinking. His hand roaming over your body, not with intense passion like before, but with a tender and soft touch to give you comfort after the intense moments of pleasure you both shared.

“How long was it since you last did this?” You knew you probably shouldn’t ask, especially since he was always so reserved, but it was a question that had been in your mind for a long time.

He sighed, and you could feel how his body tensed. Not because he struggled with being honest with you, but because the answer reminded him of how long he’d forced himself to be alone. He was quiet for a few moments. “A long time…”

You already assumed it had to be a long time. “Very specific, like always.”

He grunted, and you could notice he was slightly annoyed by your insistence. “It’s been… years,” he admitted. He’d had needs, sure, but the vulnerability of sex, the intimacy of it, was something he hadn’t allowed himself in a very long time. Not until you.

“And… did you enjoy it? Now, I mean—was it good for you?” Yes, you knew that he came, but after many years without having sex, you couldn’t help but wonder if it was what he expected.

He chuckled at your question, like you had asked the most stupid thing. He pulled you closer, a small smirk playing on his lips. “Course I enjoyed it. I’d have to be dead not to.”

“Good, ’cause I did too.” You smiled softly, your voice just barely above a whisper.

He held you tight against his body, his eyes closing as he enjoyed the feeling of you pressed against him and the warmth of your body. Wondering if this could be the beginning of something—if he could allow himself to love and be loved again.

Part 2 here

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wcnderlnds · 16 days ago

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back for you ★ hwang jun-ho

・❥・ summary: now that junho is free from the memories that had plagued him for so long, he's ready to start his life over with you. unfortunately, his brother inho has a habit of trying to ruining that for him. ・❥・word count: 2.1k ・❥・warnings: 18+, mdni. fingering in an elevator, swearing. established relationship. SQUID GAME S3 SPOILERS, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. ・❥・authors note: i swear to you this wasn't meant to be smut but i have a lot of junho feelings. im also bad at writing kids so... i'm so sorry in advance for how bad this might be.

Those first few weeks after Junho had finally found the island only to not get the closure from his brother that he had been craving had been eye opening for him. For so long, he had been focused on finding his brother, getting the answers to the questions that had plagued him for years. It had consumed his life, took over every single thing he did but now? Now, he knew he was never going to know and maybe that was okay. He had done his part, he had tried his best. There was nothing more he could do but move on with his life. So, that’s what he did.

It hadn’t been easy at first, it had taken a lot of time for him to find his new purpose but he had you to help him along the way. Being in a relationship with Junho over the last few years hadn’t been easy but through every single thing, you had stuck by him. That had meant more to him than he could even put into words. A future with you – that was his purpose now. You had been together for about five years. Junho had never wanted to commit fully knowing that he couldn’t give himself to you one hundred percent but now he could. That was why two months after everything had happened with the island, he got down on one knee and proposed to you.

Being your fiance was the greatest honour of his life. It was so freeing knowing that he could finally give himself to you so completely, finally.

“I really liked the red velvet one but the strawberry one was so nice, too,” you said excitedly. The two of you walked hand in hand down the street back to your apartment. Wedding planning was in full swing and today you’d been out cake tasting. It had been yours and Junho’s favourite part of the whole planning process so far. Who wouldn’t love sitting down and trying different cakes for an hour?

“I liked the strawberry one, too. Maybe we should book another tasting just to be sure,” he grinned, wrapping his arm around your shoulder instead to pull you into his side. You immediately wrapped your arm around his waist, looking up at him with a smile.

“I like the way you think, Hwang.”

“I’m not just a pretty face.”

You laughed which only made the smile on Junho’s face brighter. There was nothing more precious to you than seeing that smile on his face. For so long, all you had seen was him struggling, a smile a rare oddity as he searched for his brother. Life had taken so much from him but now he seemed so carefree. He seemed like the Junho you had met all those years ago back in high school. The one who laughed at everything, who enjoyed the small things in life. You knew deep down that he still thought about Inho and what could have been. You couldn’t blame him. Inho had been such an important part of his life – he had basically raised Junho but he wasn’t the man that Junho had once known. He was a completely different person now. That was why he had finally decided to move on. The brother he once had was long gone, replaced by a stranger he didn’t know. There would always be a part of Junho that was missing but as long as he had you, he knew he’d be okay.

“Is the elevator actually working today? I don’t want to walk up all the stairs again,” you scanned the lobby of your apartment building, eyes lighting up when you saw that the elevator was actually working.

“Guess they fixed it while we were out,” Junho pressed the button, the elevator doors opening. He guided you inside, pressing the button to the sixth floor where your shared apartment was. As you rested your back against the cool metal wall of the elevator, Junho grabbed you by the waist, his hot breath fanning over your face as he gazed down at you with adoring eyes. “Have I mentioned how beautiful you look today?”

“Maybe once or twice but it wouldn’t hurt to hear it again,” you rested your hands on the plane of his chest, feeling his muscles tense through his shirt. Junho leaned down, capturing your lips in a soft, gentle kiss.

It didn’t take long for things to heat up. Junho’s tongue traced along the seam of your lips, asking for entrance. The second you parted your lips, his tongue met yours in a heated dance. Each time you kissed, it felt like the first time. The sparks ever present like you couldn’t get enough of each other. Your hands fisted in the fabric of his shirt, tugging him as close to you as humanly possible.

Junho’s hand danced along the waistband of your jeans, popping the button open and dipping inside. His fingers slowly, teasingly ran along your panties, already feeling the damp spot forming there. It made him groan into the kiss. It never ceased to amaze him how your body reacted to him, just one simple touch made you a complete mess. Intimacy had been far and few over the years but now he was making up for lost time. Any opportunity he could take to show you how much he loved you, he was going to grasp. His fingers rubbed slow circles against your core, a breathy whine falling from your lips. A smirk adorned his face; he had you right where he wanted you.

“Junho, please,” you said breathlessly. You bucked your hips into his hand trying to seek more friction. There were only a few more floors before you’d reach yours and you so badly needed him to finish what he was starting.

As if sensing your desperation, he slipped his fingers inside your panties, his long digits sliding through your folds with ease. Your slick coated his fingers, making him groan, aching for more. He circled your entrance with one of his fingers, easing a finger inside you which caused you to gasp, throwing your head back in ecstasy. He began moving it slowly, his thumb finding your clit. His eyes glanced over seeing you were at the third floor. He had to speed this up so he moved faster, pumping his finger into you with increasing speed. The hand that was on your hip, held you in place, stilling your movements. When he slipped another finger inside you, the moan you let out was louder than you expected. You had never been more thankful that nobody else was in the elevator with you. Junho added more pressure with his thumb, circling your clit as his fingers drove into you. He knew your body better than anyone, he could tell that you were getting close. You just needed that push. So, he curled his fingers inside you, stroking that spot that made you see stars.

“Oh my god, right there, baby, I’m so close,” you panted. The moans falling from your lips paired with how wet you were against his fingers was making his cock throb in his jeans. He couldn’t wait to get you back to your apartment so he could really show you just how much he loved you.

“Come on, baby. Come for me,” he leaned forward to whisper in your ear, the deep rumble of his voice sending shivers down your spine. “We’re almost at our floor. We don’t want anyone catching us, do we?”

It took one more hard thrust of his fingers before your orgasm came crashing over you. A moan of his name echoed through the elevator. He kept his fingers moving, working you through your orgasm. He could feel your release on his fingers, the sensation making him harder than before. When he was sure you were completely spent, he pulled his fingers from you. Just in time because the elevator dinged letting you know you were at your destination.

You took a moment to take a steady breath in. You needed a moment to collect yourself before you could even think about walking. Junho brought his hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing delicately against your skin. “You okay?”

“I’m great,” you said with a dazed smile. “Can’t wait to return the favour.”

Junho just laughed, guiding you out of the elevator and down the hall to your apartment. Before he unlocked the door, you leaned up on your tiptoes, kissing him. He tangled his fingers in your hair, savouring the feeling of your lips against his. It was a miracle that he managed to somehow open the door from behind while you were entangled with each other. He stepped back into the apartment, tearing his lips from yours momentarily. Just as he was about to speak, something caught his eye.

“What…?” He made his way over to the small bundle of blankets. His face paled as he laid eyes upon the last thing he thought he’d ever see in his apartment.

A baby.

“Junho, what’s wr-”

You were stopped in your tracks when you heard the cry of the baby. In his hands, Junho held a small card, the words ‘Player 222, winner’ written on it. Then, he pulled out a debit card, his eyes widening. “....Inho…”

It was almost on instinct that you picked the baby up, holding it against you to soothe it’s crying. You were no expert with kids but you couldn’t leave the poor thing laying there crying. It had been left here for a reason. The sound of his brother's name caught your attention, your confused eyes looking at your fiance with question. “...Inho did this?”

“I… yeah, I think so.” He paused. Never had he felt his heart hammering against his chest so hard before. A sense of panic washing over him. He may not be a detective anymore but it didn’t take one to figure out what this meant. “I need to… uh, I need to go to an ATM.”

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“You’re kidding me?!” You exclaimed loudly, the baby safely in your arms as you looked over Junho’s shoulder to see the balance on the ATM.

45.6 billion won.

Junho looked like he’d seen a ghost, all the memories of everything he’d witnessed on the island rushing back to him. He knew what this money was, what it meant. It was dirty money but… it was money that could help. Somehow, some way, he knew that Inho knew he needed this. He had a wedding to pay for and now… a baby to care and look after. Children had been a topic of discussion between the both of you but you had decided that you didn’t want to start trying for a few years yet, opting to enjoy just being together first before you brought a child into the world. Now, thanks to Inho, you had no choice.

Junho leaned against the wall beside the ATM. You placed a gentle hand on his cheek, letting him know you were there. He wasn’t alone – he never would be again. You spoke softly, trying to reassure him. “Hey, it’ll be okay. I… we can do this. I know we’re not ready but you and me, we can do anything, yeah? We’ve been through worse.”

Junho nodded. “Y-yeah.”

“This baby has nobody, Junho. We have to give it the life it deserves. We don’t want everything that happened to be in vain.”

“I just wish he’d have.. come to me in person. Why won’t he just talk to me?” He sounded so defeated. Of course Inho had a way of ruining everything, setting Junho back just as life had gotten good for him.

“Fuck him,” you said. “What matters now is you, me and this baby. Nothing else. We’re in this together, okay? Inho is a thing of a past. It’s his loss that he’s cut you out, not yours. That is not your burden to bear. You tried, baby. You tried so hard and don’t ever forget that.”

“Okay,” Junho nodded. His eyes landed on the baby. “I saw her. All those months ago on the island. She won the games. I don’t know how, I don’t want to know how or why she was even involved in them but… we can’t ever tell her, okay? I don’t want her to ever know where she came from. Not from that place. She doesn’t deserve to live with that.”

“She won’t. She’ll have a good life with us. Now, come on. We have 45.6 billion and a baby to cater for now. We better go shopping.”

Junho had never been more thankful to have you. The way you could lighten a situation and make him feel like he was going to be okay. It was more than he could ever ask for. Raising this baby wasn’t going to be easy but together, you could do it. You could do anything.

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girlyteengirlcore · 2 months ago

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— until you learn

sevika x fem!reader

cw: established relationship, age gap (early 20s/late 30s), 🤏🏻 of obsessive sevika, verryyyyy dom/sub btw, strap-on sex, strap is referred to as “dick”, oral, dubcon (reader is a little bit intoxicated), orgasm control, clit stimulation, overstimulation, impact play, little bit of spit, squirting, degradation, aftercare

a/n: sorry for my little disappearance, this is my apology!! also, i’m so bad at the whole plot thing so i’m really sorry if the start of this sucks

wc: 3.2k

⌞friday night, 6:54pm ⌝

You had just finished getting ready for a night out with your friends, checking your phone every five minutes to see how far away your uber was. Once you got the notification that your ride has arrived you jumped up, nearly running out of the house. Your wife grabbed you by the arm, stopping you just before you reach the door.

"You forgetting something, doll?" Raising her eyebrows at you eagerness to leave.

"Oh sorry, babe," you stand on the tips of your toes, bringing your lips to hers.

When you pull away you give her a sweet smile, before turning on your heel and running out of the house. You glance back just before you hop in the car, waving at Sevika standing at the door.

"Update me regularly, please," the way she says it almost makes it sound like a question, but you know better than to assume she was asking. She was expecting you, telling you, to update her every now and then.

"Will do, love you!" You yelled your response at her from across the front yard, blowing her a kiss as you finally sat down and closed the car door.

⌞7:24pm⌝

It took about half an hour to get to the designated restaurant. Your friends spotted you from across the room once you arrived and went inside, ushering you over to your seat where you see they've already ordered some appetisers for the table. It feels like forever since you've seen them and it will probably be a while until you see them again, so you saver every hug from them as you go around the table.

You sit down and immediately get bombarded with questions about your life, you take some food as you answer all of their questions.

Once all of you had had your fill, you went up to the bar to order the first round of drinks. One round soon turned into two, then three, and once it got to four you suggested a bar hop. And when you actually found your second bar of the night, every second round of drinks signalled the trek to a new bar. However long the walk may be.

⌞10:13pm⌝

By this time it was about quarter past ten, and you only realised once you checked the time that you hadn’t been doing the thing that you promised to do. Update Sevika on the going ons of the night. She really doesn’t ask for much, truly, as she states in the multiple messages displayed at the bottom of your lock screen.

7:34pm

╰┈➤ Did you get there safe, baby?

8:06pm

╰┈➤ How’s it going?

9:03pm

╰┈➤ Baby

╰┈➤ Missed call

╰┈➤Are you okay?

9:22pm

╰┈➤ Missed call

╰┈➤ Where are you?

╰┈➤ I asked you to update me and you said you would, a simple ‘yes baby I’m fine’ would be amazing?

10:03pm

╰┈➤ I don’t ask for a lot and you can’t even do that much, I just want to know how things are going.

╰┈➤ I’m coming to get you

╰┈➤ Missed call

⌞10:16pm⌝

By the time you saw the countless messages and missed calls she left it was too late to message, she wasn’t going to answer since she was driving. You opt for the best option you could think of; sitting outside and waiting for her. You say goodbye to all of your friends, promising to see them again soon, wishing them the best for the time being. Then, you take your leave and find a comfortable space on the front concrete stairs of the establishment.

You’re scrolling on your phone when, soon enough, you hear a car pull up and park right in front of you. You look up and lock eyes with your wife through the open passenger seat window, she does not look happy.

Why were you getting excited? She’s about to berate you for disobeying her, so why are you feeling giddy?

You make your way over to the car, dragging your feet. Luckily you ordered some side dishes to eat while you were drinking, helping you to not get too drunk. But honestly, even if you didn’t, the feeling of her eyes burning into your head as you step inside the car would definitely do the trick.

“I’m really so—“

“Don’t wanna hear it.” She leaves no room for argument, no room for apologies, and absolutely no room for your endless excuses she knows you made up while waiting for her.

The rest of the drive home is silent. She left a cold bottle of water in the centre console that you graciously took, not bothering with manners since you know it won’t help your case.

You can’t lie though, the tension in the car mixing with the alcohol in your system was making you feel hot. You couldn’t help but imagine what she was going to do once you got home, smiling to yourself while looking at the window, trying your absolute hardest not to make it obvious that you were squeezing your thighs together. The butterflies in your stomach were making your clit throb with anticipation. The way she put her hand behind your head rest and turned around, using the palm of her hand to turn the steering wheel to back into the garage didn’t help the throb either.

You both sit in the stilled car for a moment, but you’re both still for different reasons. She’s thinking of what to say, while you’re waiting to be told what to do. She actually appreciates your behaviour for the first time all night.

“Sit on the bed.” You expect her to say more so you turn to face her, but once you receive a look that says ‘what?’ you get out of the car and head to the bedroom.

You’re waiting for some time before she comes in, stopping momentarily to glare at you, you shiver subtly under her gaze. She turns and closes the door, still standing facing away from you when she talks next.

“What is the one thing I asked you to do?” Turning around slowly to face you, walking over to you in a less than reassuring way.

“To update you,” your voice was small.

“Speak up, I can’t hear you,” she kneels down in front of you, staring up at you and yet it still feels like she’s looming over you.

“You asked me to update you.”

“Right. And what didn’t you do?”

“Update you.”

“I said speak up,” she says through her teeth, in an impatient manner.

“I didn’t update you. And I’m so sorry Sev, I just forgot.” Your apology was rushed, thinking she would interrupt you again. But she didn’t, she stayed silent.

“Take your clothes off.”

You swallow your nerves and lift your dress up over your head, sitting in your underwear. You don’t waste any time in taking off the rest, leaving you sitting completely bare in front of her.

“Lay on your stomach.”

You move further onto the bed, turning over and laying on your stomach just like she asked. She lifts up your hips with ease, placing a pillow underneath them. Then, the sound of her palm coming down on your ass fills the room. You hear it before you feel it. When you do feel it, it stings so badly that it feels cold.

She won’t make you count, she never does. That isn’t the point of this punishment. The point of it is to have to crying and begging her to stop while chanting empty promises along the lines of ‘I’ll never do it again!’ These pleas fall on unwillingly ears; she listens, relishing in the sobs that come out of your mouth every time she brings her hand down, then ignores you. Just like you did to her.

“Shut it. You want me to listen to you? Yeah? How do you think I feel, sweetheart?” She grabs your hair, turning your head to face her. The look in her eyes doesn’t do much to help the dripping between your thighs, but that doesn’t make it any less intimidating.

“I’m so sorry ‘Vika, I swear, it won’t hap- happen again,” stammering over your words due to your uncontrollable sobbing.

“You sure you’re not just saying that to get on my good side so I can play with your little pussy, babe? ‘Cause she looks pretty desperate,” the smirk evident in her tone.

“I’m sure.”

Out of nowhere she gets on top of you, straddling your thighs. She gets real close to your ear, make you shiver as you feel her lick the shell of it.

“Think you deserve to cum?” She hums in response when she sees you nod your head.

You feel her fingers slowly creep their way to your weeping pussy, but you stay still. You feel her knee nudge your legs open for easier access, but you still remain unmoving. It was only when her fingertip dipped slightly into you that you jolted, earning a chuckle from the woman above you. She gets off for a second and guides you to turn around. Still keeping your hips elevated but now you’re on your back.

She presses her knee to your shoulder, making it near impossible for you to move. And rubs your clit slowly with her hand, causing your eyes to close at the direct contact. You notice the light disappearing from behind your eyelids and open your eyes, only to see Sevika’s face above yours.

“Open wide, whore,” looking down at your lips with an expectant look.

You close your eyes agin and open your mouth, feeling a drop her warm saliva dribble onto your tongue. You swallow it immediately.

“You really are a slut, aren’t you?” A rhetorical question, of course. You both knew that answer.

Her other hand comes down to lift the hood of your clit up, making you clench around nothing as your clit is exposed to the cold air. Using her other hand to gather some of your arousal on a couple of her think fingers, a rub them roughly against your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, back arching, and toes curling. Then, she shows you absolutely no mercy. Moving off of you and finding her place between you thighs, face to face with your drooling slit, licking her lips.

And she devours you, her hands do well to keep you from moving too much but even when you do, her face follows you. Never letting you escape the overwhelming pleasure. Sevika sucks your clit into her mouth, using her tongue to subjugate it to an unrelenting torture. As you feel your orgasm sneaking up, she lifts her head slightly, gaining your attention.

“Don’t cum yet.” What?

“I can’t hold it-“

“You’re going to have to, baby. I wasn’t asking.”

She gets right back to work, adding two of her thick fingers. While she seems to be enjoying herself, you have to fight off your pleasure while being forced to endure her tongue on your pussy. Not an easy task at all. You tell yourself to focus on your breathing, trying to hold it off for as long as possible but it doesn’t seem to be working at all. Little did you know, this is exactly what she wanted; to push to the point where you have to beg her to let you cum. Her favourite form of humiliation.

“Sev- vika, ohhh god, I can’t- I can’t hold it. Ohhhh my god, I can’t hold it— pleeeaaase baby! Fuckkk,” your pleas came out as screams through your teeth.

“Oh, I don’t know, baby. I really don’t think you deserve it, at all.”

The room was filled with the only words you could get out; pleasepleaseplease was all she heard, and she loved it. In fact, she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Once your hips started moving erratically, you both knew there was no holding it for any longer. She’s not worried though, she wasn’t planning on making you wait any longer anyway.

“You gonna cum, sweetheart? Go on, make a mess.”

The dam walls break, the noise you let out was ungodly. Your orgasm washing over you in such an intense way that your whole body starts shaking. The shivering didn’t stop Sevika from prolonging it, dragging your orgasm out by slightly slowing down the pace of her fingers. It was such a overwhelming sensation that you don’t even hear her get up, too fucked out from only one orgasm to see what she’s doing. The ringing in your ears stops you from hearing the sound of metal clanging together. She’s already fastened the harness around her hips and is lubing up the strap by the time you turn your head around, your eyes widening at the sheer size of it.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“I c- please Sevi, I can’t cum again,” trying to give her the sweetest look you could muster up, looking for some type of sympathy.

“Don’t give me that, you’ve got plenty more in you.”

She gets on her knees on the bed, using one of her hands to lift your hips up and the other one to guide her strap into your drenched pussy. Swiping it up and down to gather all of your cum that has dripped out of you, using it as extra lube. You wince as she pushes in. Inch by inch, she’s filling you up. She’s so slow too, making sure you feel every detail of the fake dick.

Once you adjust to the size of it, she lifts both of your legs so that both of your feet are hanging over one of her shoulders. Your hips are off the bed completely and she wraps both arms around your legs, and she goes crazy. She moves back, only bringing her hips forward whenever gravity makes you impale yourself on her dick. The sound of skin slapping soon fills the room, almost drowning out the beautiful noises you were making.

Your mouth lolled open, drool finding its way out of your mouth and down the side of your cheek.

“That feel good, baby?” She already knew but she loved to hear you say it.

“Mhm,” your bottom lip finding its way in between your teeth.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Y- yessss, oh my fucking g- gooddddd!!!” Voice changing as she angles her hips slightly upwards, pressing into that spot inside you that makes you see stars.

She doesn’t stop when you cum for the second time.

“Aww, look baby. You’re creaming all over me, does it feel too good, sweetheart?”

She doesn’t stop when you squirt all over her abdomen.

“Ohhhhhh, you’re makin’ a mess.” Bringing her hand down and rubbing sloppy patterns over your clit, forcing more out of you. Making you scream through your teeth. She chuckles through her teeth and your reaction.

She doesn’t stop after you start begging her for a break.

“I thought I told you I don’t wanna hear any of that, of course you can take more.”

“I- I can’t! Vika pl-“

“Don’t make me repeat myself, we aren’t stopping. Not until you understand— not until you learn the consequences of your actions.”

And oh my god did she stick to her word. She’s still pushing into you even now, even after you’ve stopped making noise and your mouth is just hanging wiiiiide open, even after you’ve cum another handful of times, even after she starts getting tired. She’s persistent, you’ll give her that.

She pauses for a second when she hears you mumble something under your breath, grabbing your jaw. She taps your cheek lightly.

“What’d you just say, baby? C’mon, speak.”

“I— I’m sorry,” tears, real tears pour out of your eyes. Not tears from the hours of overstimulation, not tears from the overwhelming pleasure you’re still experiencing, but tears from being genuinely sorry.

“I’m sorry I didn’t li- listen, I won’t- it won’t happen again. I love you.” Your words are quiet, almost a whisper, and slurred. And your sobs and hiccups weren’t helping you to become more coherent, but she still understood what you said. You didn’t even need to say anything and she would still know.

She pauses, her eyes are darting all over your face. And she leans down to kiss your tears away softly, lovingly.

“Okay, baby. It’s alright, I love you too. You’re gonna cum one more time and we’ll be done. Yeah?”

She hums when you give her a nod, but you’re surprised when she pulls out. She’s slow with it, not wanting to hurt you. You focus your eyes to see her kissing down your stomach, until she reaches your sore pussy. You clench around nothing when you see her just looking, staring. Then, she leans in.

Immediately dipping her tongue in, her eyes rolling at the taste of your cum on her tongue. She doesn’t waste a drop, swallowing it all.

“Relax, baby. Deeeep breaths, yeah that’s good.”

She guides you through the build up, helping you to overcome to pain of your sensitive clit being stimulated once again, helping you to calm down, telling you when to breathe in… then out. During this time, you rely on her words and actions to know how to behave. She’s calm, so you’re calm.

As your orgasm builds further, you become a little erratic in your movements. Breathing becoming faster and more unsteady, hips lifting off of the bed and pulling away? or were they grinding on her face? neither of you could tell, and back arching.

“Baby, calm down.” Her authoritative voice was still so smooth like honey, making you shiver. You nod.

“I’m- gonna, gonna cum. Pleasepleaseplease- Vika I’m gonna c-“

“Yeah, I heard you. Calm down and let it alllll out.”

And when that cord inside you finally snaps, she’s there. Following your hips, forcing you to ride it out.

⌞probably veryyyyy early into the next morning⌝

Your back is against her chest, she’s running her hand up and down your torso. The warm bath water engulfing you both, making you sleepy. You could feel her watching you, so you open your eyes.

“What are you looking at?” Playfulness lingering in your tone.

“My beautiful wife,” she says without even thinking.

You smile, closing your eyes again and leaning back against her chest.

“How’re you feeling?”

“Sore.” She chuckles at your answer, letting the comfortable silence fill the bathroom again.

After a couple of minutes she speaks again.

“Don’t ever make me worry like that again.” Her voice calm, but threatening.

“Yeah, I got that.”

“I mean it, baby.”

“I know.”

“So?”

“I won’t do it again.”

“Right,” rewarding you with a soft kiss on your temple.

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idk if its okay

but can I request for the tapis rouge boyos (vil, azul, jamil, ace) with a reader who gets hit on by a well known celebrity who has a reputation for being a playboy.

thank youuu

ACE, JAMIL, AZUL AND VIL X READER

Where a famous playboy actor wants to flirt with you in Tapis Rouge

How would guys react if, at the Vil's Red Carpet Cadets event, a famous actor with dark intentions approached you to hit on you?

I put Zane as the default name, if there is a Zane reading this, don't be offended😭 You don't need to have played the event to read the one-shot, I hope you enjoy it <3

Maquillaville was packed with rich, famous people who—according to Ace—were annoyingly full of themselves. He wasn't really used to this kind of fancy event, but he played it off well with his cocky grin and bold style. In his own way, he looked great.

You were chatting with a few guests when someone Ace couldn't ignore walked in.

Model, actor, and even film director. He had that fake-perfect smile and a dating history that probably broke some kind of record. Tall, tanned, and smooth-talking, he zoned in on you like a predator the second he saw you.

"Sorry to interrupt," "Zane" said with a charming smirk, "but your smile is brighter than the lights in this place. How about I buy you a drink… or better yet, take you out to dinner tomorrow?"

Ace stopped chewing his fancy canapé. He turned his head slowly, like he'd just heard the funniest joke ever.

"A drink? Seriously? Bro, do you think you're in some rom-com?"

Zane blinked at him, confused. “And you are…?”

Ace slid in next to you, his hand on your hip, flashing his most smug smile, though his eyes were sharp.

"The boyfriend. The only one who can make them smile like that without copy-pasting lines from Google."

Zane chuckled. "Well, lucky you, man. No harm in a compliment—"

“Sure, sure,” Ace said, crossing his arms.

"But there's a difference between a compliment and drooling all over my partner. If you want attention that bad, try flirting with a mirror. Bet it'll respond better."

Zane rolled his eyes and walked off in annoyance.

Once he was out of sight, you turned to Ace, one eyebrow raised.

“Jealous?”

“Jealous?!” Ace spun toward you, visibly offended.

"That wasn't jealousy! That was common sense! The guy was talking like you were a character in some cheesy pickup scene! And you laughed at one of his jokes! Like—seriously!?"

You laughed.

“Oh, Ace…”

He clicked his tongue, but his grin gave him away. He leaned in, wrapping an arm around your waist.

"Look, I don't care if you're the center of attention. Honestly, I love it. Let the whole world stare… just so they know exactly who you're with—"

His voice dropped to a murmur against your ear.

“—and who they’ll never be.”

Then he pulled back, smirking wider.

“And if that C-list actor tries flirting again, I swear I'm going to stuff his ego in a box and send it back with a bow.”

Jamil was at your side, impeccable. Although he tried to appear calm, he kept scanning every corner of the room… especially whoever looked at you for too long.

And then he saw it.

Internationally acclaimed actor and singer, known as much for his musical hits as for his romantic history. He was the kind of person who turned every interview into an opportunity to flirt and every gala into a hunt.

He approached you with that well-rehearsed smile of his, champagne glass in hand, his eyes shining with that invasive interest.

"I didn't know stars walked this red carpet," he said, scanning you from head to toe. "Do you have a date for after the event?"

Before you could answer, you felt Jamil's firm presence at your side. His smile was barely perceptible, and his dark eyes, fixed on him.

"I don't think you heard correctly," he said calmly. "They're with me."

Zane laughed sarcastically, never taking his eyes off you.

"Oh, I thought you were a stylish bodyguard. I didn't know you were the… boyfriend?"

Jamil took a step forward, placing himself completely between you and him, like a protective shadow.

"I'll tell you this only once. I don't know what kind of games you usually play with your 'conquests,' but if you want to keep your reputation from falling further, I suggest you back off now."

He raised an eyebrow, still defiant.

"And if I don't?"

Jamil smiled with disturbing slowness.

"Then I'll make you understand. And believe me, I know exactly how to do it without ruining your image… although I wouldn't mind that in the least."

There was a moment of tension. He, perhaps for the first time in a long time, felt insecure around someone. And he left.

You looked at Jamil, somewhat impressed.

"Are you always so calm when you're jealous?"

"Jealous?" Jamil sighed, taking your hand.

"I'm not jealous. I'm irritated. Because that guy dared to look at you like a trophy."

He turned to you, his expression softer.

"And you're not a trophy. You're someone I chose, and who chose me. I don't need to shout it… but I won't let anyone dare touch what I respect."

Every flashbulb seemed to follow you as you walked beside Vil, so perfect it outshone even the biggest stars. The whole world felt like a runway, and you, at his side, were part of the spectacle.

You were used to receiving stares, but this time you felt a particularly insistent one.

"Do you know him?"

Vil whispered near your ear, without taking his eyes off a certain famous actor who was approaching.

It was an international star known for his leading man roles… and for his many love scandals. Vil pursed his lips with the elegance of someone who knew perfectly well who this man was and how little he liked him.

"Only by sight…" you replied, a little uncomfortable as you noticed the actor coming straight toward you.

"Then don't stare at him so much." Vil murmured with a charming smile, but his eyes were sharp.

The actor arrived and, as if he had no idea who Vil was (which was impossible), offered you his hand.

"I didn't expect to see someone so charming tonight. Have we met? Because if not, I'd love to change that."

Vil took a subtle step, standing half in front of you. His face, still sporting a polite smile, was tense like a perfectly placed mask.

"Funny, I thought charm wasn't enough when it came to respect," he said, in that tone of his as polished as liquid poison.

"My partner doesn't usually fall for such cheap tricks, Mr. Zane."

The actor laughed, as if he didn't take the hint.

"A couple? What a shame… Although that's never been an obstacle in romantic movies," he joked, winking at you.

You opened your mouth to reply, but Vil was quicker. He took your hand and entwined it with his, raising his chin

"This isn't a movie. And if you think you can turn my relationship into just another chapter in your "red carpet romances," you're sorely mistaken."

The actor seemed amused by the reaction, but seeing Vil's sharp gaze with pride, jealousy, and elegance, he simply raised his hands.

"Well, well. I didn't know you were so committed, Schoenheit. Lucky for you. And for you too."

He winked at you with a mischievous smile before walking away.

The air seemed to have cooled a couple of degrees.

Vil turned to you, still frowning slightly.

"I warn you, that man is like cheap perfume: strong at first, but in the end, only an unpleasant aftertaste."

"Are you jealous?" You asked with a soft smile.

Vil stared at you, then sighed, smoothing out an invisible wrinkle in your attire.

"No. I'm forewarned. Because I value you. And I won't let someone like him touch you with even the hint of an intention."

He leaned in elegantly, his lips brushing the line of your jaw, just enough for you to feel it only for yourself.

"You're too precious to be trifled with. And if anyone tries… they'll have to face me."

The hair, his thin glasses, and that brown suit with subtle pinstripes gave him an air of sophistication that contrasted with his inner nerves whenever someone approached you.

You'd been walking through with him, just chatting, when a tall man with an easy smile and a foreign accent approached you.

"Are you the person everyone is whispering is stealing the event tonight? My name is Zane Duclair but you can call me Zane. Although I'd prefer it if you called me later."

He winked at you.

Azul blinked. He smiled, but his fingers trembled slightly as he gripped your hand.

"Zane Duclair… the actor with three public breakups and five harassment lawsuits… charming track record," he murmured.

Zane gave a carefree laugh, as if everything was slipping away.

"Oh, all in the past. Tonight I'm only interested in this beautiful person," he said, taking your hand without permission. "Would you do me the pleasure of dinner after the gala?"

Before you could respond, Azul placed a hand on your shoulder. His smile was still there, but his eyes were pure ice.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your attempt at 'conquest,' Zane, but my companion already has plans with me tonight. And they're non-negotiable."

Lucien raised an eyebrow.

"And who are you? Their manager?"

Azul let out a short, almost mocking laugh.

"No, I'm a bit more complicated than that. I'm the person who knows their every taste, every gesture, every look. And also the person who can't stand it when someone with a questionable reputation tries to fish in waters that don't belong to him."

Zane looked offended, but Azul stepped forward, still keeping his voice polite.

"And if you insist, I can present you with a complete list of legal clauses regarding harassment and non-consensual advances. I'm sure your lawyers will be able to read between the lines."

Zane left, visibly irritated, and Azul took your arm to lead you away, taking a deep breath.

"I'm sorry," you said. "I didn't expect someone like him to approach me like that."

Azul shook his head.

"Don't apologize. It's not your fault there are men who confuse charisma with entitlement. But if he approaches you again… I won't need contracts."

He glanced at you, lowering his voice.

"You are valuable. I will not allow anyone to see you as something they can buy or conquer. Because you are already… firmly committed to me."

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted x reader #twst x reader #ace trappola x reader #ace x reader #ace trappola #jamil x reader #jamil viper x reader #jamil viper #azul x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto #vil x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit #vil's red carpet cadets #tapis rouge

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iznyangwoni · 7 months ago

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LITTLE SECRET | spiderman!jungwon

pairing: spiderman!jungwon x fem!reader

synopsis: where the charming college heartthrob yang jungwon has a couple more secrets than you might’ve thought.

warnings: use of alcohol, cursing, suggestive

words: 6.5k

a/n: happy new year!! this took way longer than i expected, i hope you’re as obsessed with the idea of spidey jungwon as much as me hehe.

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“Okay, fuck, marry or kill between Thor, Iron man and… Captain America, who do you choose?” You laugh hearing your friend’s nonsense. Not even a couple of drinks in and everyone is already tipsy enough to make stupid questions like that. Still, Yunah seems so proud of starting this game that you cant really blame her.

“Oh damn, that’s hard.” Yunjin says, taking a couple of minutes to think about the answer. You like night like this, Heeseung’s small apartment is perfect for your group’s gatherings, there’s not many of you anyway, and you enjoy the company of your friends and the slight bitter taste of alcohol while you play.

“I guess i’d kill Iron man, fuck thor and marry cap?” Yunjin’s answer makes both Jay and Jake stand up. “oh hell no, team iron man forever.” You laugh again, and rest your back against the window, drink in your hands. There’s something so comforting about these little things that you cant help but be happy even hearing them get into stupid arguments like that. “Whatever! Whatever, Y/n, what do you think?”

You raise your eyebrows, not expecting to be the next one. You raise your eyes to the ceiling, trying your best to think about the options and the words to say to not let anyone jump at you. “Well, i guess i’d marry Thor? Fuck Iron man and kill Captain America.” “Wow. You’re a disappointment, just as i thought.” You roll your eyes jokingly before taking another sip out of your drink, a smirk on your lips while once again everyone starts to argue about team cap or team iron man.

You dont join in on that, Jake is loud enough to compensate for it, and to be completely honest, the alcohol does makes you too dizzy to keep up. You look around, mostly paying attention to the beanbag where Yunah is sitting on, since you want to steal that so damn bad. Yunjin, Jay and Jake are all standing up, hands moving and their voices getting higher each time someone says something even more stupid. Heeseung should be in the kitchen with Jungwon, probably making more drinks, even if we already had way too many.

Speaking of which, you notice Jungwon coming in the living room, a little smile on his lips as he hears the conversation, a tray full of snacks and drinks in his hand. He puts it down on the coffee table and your eyes meet for a single second, you smile at him, as if thanking him for the snacks. “What about spiderman?” He asks the group, and everyone is silent at that, all the attention towards the blonde boy.

You barely register what he says, too focused on looking at him and admiring him to really pay attention. How long have you had a crush on him? Technically, its only been a couple of years, but because of the blip you do really feel like he’s had you in a chokehold for centuries. And ever since he dyed his hair blonde you cant really stop looking at him, he looks ethereal, he looks like a doll, and from this side you can clearly see the perfect outline of his nose and-

“Y/n? Earth calls y/n are you here?” You blink a couple of times, your ears probably becoming red at the realization that everyone in the room saw you staring at Jungwon so much you couldn’t even hear what they said. “Yes? What? I’m sorry I- Yeah, you were saying?” This is embarrassing, but its not like its the first time this happens either. “We were talking about spiderman, and you’re the only one who saw him, so what do you think of him?”

You furrow your brows, trying to recall the last time you saw the hero they’re talking about. Its not like you talked to him, but if it wasnt for spiderman, a whole house would’ve collapsed on you and you surely wouldn’t be here to tell this story again. Its been a couple of months since that accident, and you can only remember the feeling of his broad shoulders covering you and that familiar scent that you still haven’t been able to connect to something. “He’s… cool i guess? I’d still choose Thor over him though.”

Jungwon laughs at your words and looks at your way before sitting on the couch, and thats enough to make your heart flutter again. You try to not look too long, not wanting to repeat that embarrassing moment just a second ago, but your chest really is about to explode. “I guess its hard to beat a god, uh?” You shrug your shoulders, to be completely fair, you’re not a fan of heroes as much as your friends are so all of this talk to you is just boring talk.

Later into the night you’re sitting on Heeseung’s bed, your back on the headboard. The apartment isnt too big, he does indeed have his bed in the living room, but to you that’s what makes it cozy. Jay is sleeping on the beanbag, Jake and Heeseung are playing some kind of game you dont know meanwhile Yunah and Yunjin left not too long ago, the only reason you’re still here is because Jay is supposed to be your ride home, but you dont know how possible that’s going to be now.

Jungwon notices you and sits next to you with his usual smile, a little too close. Your shoulders brush, making you stiffen for a second. You have to remind yourself that Jungwon and you have been friends long before you developed this absurd crush on him, he’s easy to talk to, there’s no reason to get so nervous around him, and so you relax, just a little. “So… you dont like spiderman?” You giggle at that, lately Jungwon has been obsessed with that guy, he keeps bringing him up, as if he knows him personally.

“That’s not what I said.” You turn your head just to look at him, regretting it almost immediately. He’s really close and you didn’t even realize how you’re basically whispering, as if the other three can even hear you. “Yeah but you still choose Thor! Isnt he like… a thousand years old?” You look at him with your eyebrows raised, you can smell the littlest tint of alcohol in him, he doesn't look drunk, but he’s definitely tipsy enough to continue this conversation.

“Jungwon, if I didn’t know you, I would think you either have a crush on spiderman or you’re trying to set me up with him.” He laughs at your words, and you can't help but smile even more, your heart fluttering looking at his face, the way dimples show up on his cheeks and his chuckles are so crystal clear in your head. “Eh, maybe you just don't know me enough.” You grimace at that, your nose scrunching up, making him smile again.

To be completely honest, it does feel like that sometimes. You and Jungwon have been friends for a while, but lately… He’s been acting weird, as if something happened to him that transformed him into a completely different person, or maybe he just has more secrets than you think. You look at Jay, still soundly sleeping on the beanbag. Its so late into the night, and you do have a couple of projects to work on tomorrow, so you better walk back home if you want to be productive.

You get up and start picking your things up; Jungwon furrows his brows at that, before putting two and two together and realizing that you’re going home. “Hey. Isnt Jay your ride home?” You shrug, you really dont have time to wait for him to wake and sober up. “I dont live too far, i’ll just walk back home.” “I’ll go with you.” You raise your head at that, your heart beating so hard it might explode any minute. Did Yang Jungwon just offer to walk you home?

“There’s really no need to-“ But before you can even finish your sentence, Jungwon is putting his coat on and your cheeks become red, this is really happening. “Its three in the morning; i’m not letting you go alone.” You have to bite your inner cheeks to not smile too hard. You just nod at him and then finally get ready to go, you say bye to Heeseung and Jake before walking out.

You totally get why Jungwon is so well liked; he’s kind, funny, caring, and so handsome. It’d be weird not to. He walks on your right, as if to keep you protected from the few cars strolling around at this hour, and he’s so close to you that your shoulders and hands keep brushing against each other’s. It's cold outside, being January, and what you’re wearing isn't doing much to help you, but he’s already doing a lot, so you can't find it in yourself to ask him for his jacket.

Your house isnt too far, you had simply asked Jay because you know better than walk back home alone and drunk at night, and you’re glad Jungwon thinks the same as you. “I’m glad you’re back.” You say, getting surprised at your own words. Jungwon had been away for that Stark project for geniuses or whatever that was, and you could totally feel his absence. “I wasnt gone for long, though.”

You giggle quietly, definitely embarrassed now. “Guess i just like having you around then.” He looks at you as he smiles. Yunah and Yunjin have been telling you for weeks, they think that Jungwon might reciprocate your crush, but you’re not too sure about it. Him staying for so long during hangouts is a rare occasion, usually he finds some excuse to leave early or he just doesnt show up at all.

You reach your house and stop right in front of your door, Jungwon looks at you while you search for your keys inside your bag. You giggle when you find them, embarrassed by how long that took and, before opening the entrance, you look at him again, a gulp in your throat. You hesitate, your fingers tightening around the key in your hand. Should you just ask him to come in? Would that be too bold or… you know what, fuck it.

“Do you… want to come in? Its late and you live pretty far..” You bite your lips, hoping that doesnt sound too straightforward. Does it sound like you’re begging him to stay? Jungwon eyes seem to light up for a second, he’s about to speak when he suddenly stops, as if distracted by something. He looks at you again, this time he seems guilty. “I- I’d love that Y/n but i really have to go now..”

Your mouth opens to form a little ‘o,’ but you try to hide the disappointment with a smile on your face, you nervously put a strand of hair behind your ear, and the more you look at him the more he looks like he’s in a rush. Oh, he must really hate your idea. “Yeah! No, of course, sure! You must have a lot of things to do at 3 AM." You want to slap yourself at your own words. He gets closer to you and for a second you think he’s about to kiss you or hug you, but instead he just opens the door for you. “Go inside, its getting cold.”

As if the disappointment and embarrassment from last night wasnt enough, its like luck wasnt on your side either. You just wanted to hide and never look at Jungwon in the face ever again after yesterday, but of course the universe had another plan. You look down as the professor tells you that you have to find a tutor for maths and physics if you want to pass his exam. “Honestly, Y/n. This exam is really important for your career, i can help you find a good tutor like…” The professor looks behind you and points his finger towards a student, and you dont really have the courage to look back and see who it is.

“Oh! perfect timing. Come here, Jungwon!” Your eyes widen when you hear that name and you turn to look at the guy. Jungwon walks towards you and the professor with a gentle smile on his face, his hair is a bit of a mess and you notice he’s not wearing his backpack. You furrow your brows, he looks like he just finished a marathon. “Jungwon is the best of the class, i’m sure he can help you, right?”

Jungwon looks confused now, the professor gets next to him and pats his back, you honestly just want to hide, he doesnt look too happy with the idea of being your tutor and you just hope that the reason is not because of you trying to flirt with him last night. Before he can say no, you jump into the discussion. “I- I’m sure Jungwon is busy with that Stark stuff, i can find someone else its really not a big deal.”

“No! No i can do it! I can be your tutor, yeah..” This is awkward, definitely more than you could’ve imagined. You and Jungwon just look at each other and the tension in the room is so dense that you could probably cut it with a knife. The professor laughs and pats both your and Jungwon’s back lightly. “Sure, you figure it out! Just make sure you’re ready for the exam, Y/n.” And that said he takes his stuff and says bye, leaving the both of you alone in the class.

“You dont have to do it..” You say, after a couple of seconds of silence. You’re putting your things back in your bag, trying really hard to not just look too much at him, fearing of the reaction your heart might get from that. “No, no, i really want to. And honestly, there’s not really anyone better than me so..” He chuckles at his own words, but you just crack a little smile, closing your bag before looking back at him. “Let’s do at five today? in the library.”

You’re pleasantly surprised by his willingness to actually help you. You nod at his words, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, your bag on your shoulder. “Sure. Thank you, Jungwon.” He takes a couple more seconds to just look at you, and you start to feel almost self conscious at that. Maybe you got something in your hair? Something stuck on your teeth? Or even worse maybe you just smell bad and the perfume you’re wearing didn’t cover it up, or-

Before you can keep on overthinking about your appearance, Jungwon just ruffles your hair, a smile on his face as he does that and right now you can only hope and pray that your cheeks are staying a normal color, because you definitely feel hot as hell right now. “See you later, Pretty.” Pretty. He called you pretty. Wait, did he really just do that? You don’t even have the time to realize what just happened that he’s gone. Leaving you alone and on fire in this cold class.

You spend the rest of the day just waiting, and waiting, and waiting for five to come, you even got back home just to change into some cuter clothes. You dont want to make it look like you’re doing too much, its Jungwon after all, it would be weird. So a pair of wide leg jeans and a black top is cute enough. You arrive at the library five minutes early, just to make sure you can get a nice spot and take your things out before he arrives. But he doesn’t.

You know Jungwon, he does have a problem with timing, so you wait. The first fifteen minutes you dont think much of it, he’s always late after all. Then half an hour passes and you actually start to get angry, its already dark outside and you dont intend to wait for him all evening. But you do that anyway.

The initial anger transforms into worry when you overhear a couple of girls talking about how Spiderman was just seen fighting a bunch of criminals off, maybe he got involved in the fight? But thats really not something Jungwon would do. After an hour and a half of waiting you actually feel sad. He either forgot or didn’t care at this point. He didnt reply to your worried texts, nor did he call to tell you he was busy with something else.

You couldnt even concentrate on the physics book, too worried and sad to really be thinking about whatever is written there. Two hours pass, and the library is about to close so you just pack your things back and decide to walk back home, headphones in, and really, the last thing you want right now is sabrina carpenter in your ears singing about getting dicked down, but thats all your spotify wants you to listen apparently.

As if your day couldnt get worse, it starts raining, and the only thing covering you is the hood of the jacket you’re wearing, of course you left your umbrella home, you were so busy thinking about getting cute for Jungwon that you didnt even think about the important stuff. You sniffle with your nose at the thought of it, not really wanting to cry about something so stupid, but at the same time your throat is starting to hurt, and its already raining, so you might as well.

You’re close to your house when suddenly you cant feel the rain anymore, and for a second you actually think it stopped raining, but when you look up you only find an umbrella over your head. Your eyes widen in surprise, and when you turn to see who is holding it, you dont know if you want to keep crying or run as fast as you can.

Jungwon is now behind you, holding the umbrella for you while getting drenched under the rain himself. You dont know what to say, or how to react. All you know is that you feel sad and disappointed and so, so angry at him for wasting your time and making you believe that he actually cared for you enough to help for the exam.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry i swear i didn’t forget i just- i got a call from Stark for that project and I-“ Your brows are furrowed in annoyance, your head shaking and saying no as he keeps on talking and saying excuses. You’re not one to get mad easily, you’re usually pretty chill, and rarely things get under your skin, but right now you really want to just smash his head somewhere. “You could’ve called. Or replied to my dms.”

He’s panting, he must’ve run a lot, and he keeps getting wetter and wetter. Part of you wants to invite him in and give him something to dry his hair out, but you mostly want to take a bit of revenge in a way, and if its by giving him a common cold, then so be it. “We.. we cant keep our phones there, for privacy reasons- Mr. Stark doesn’t-“ “I dont give a fuck about Stark and your fuckass project!”

You manage to surprise yourself by shouting at him that way, you’re just so pissed off. It would’ve been better for the both of you if he hadn’t shown up, at least you would’ve cried yourself to sleep only to act like nothing happened, but seeing him, hearing his excuses that you’ve heard already thousands of times, whenever he missed the group hang outs or class. But this time its different.

“I told the professor you were busy, but you insisted to be my tutor anyway. This exam is so important to me but you just cant understand! Jungwon, not everyone is a damn genius like you, not everyone has fucking Tony Stark making projects and shit for him, i needed help today but you decided to just waste my time.”

Jungwon remains still, looking at you in shock, he’s never seen you this angry, he didnt even know it was possible for you to crash out this way. Suddenly his throat is dry and he doesnt know what to say, meanwhile you are fighting your own tears from falling. You feel guilty, in a way, you dont like getting mad and you definitely dont like the fact that it was Jungwon the one to see you this way. You hate it, how you cant still be fully mad at him because of how much you like him, his big dark eyes looking at you as if you just broke his heart. You take a deep breath in, and right now you dont know if you’re shaking because of the cold, your drenched clothes or from anger.

“I’m sorry.” He doesnt say anything else, and you actually wait for him to add another sentence, maybe you expect another excuse, but no. He just looks at you like a sad little kitten, and that only angers you even more. You shake your head no one last time before turning away from him and walking towards your house. You dont look back, because you know that if you did you would melt, you’d ask him to come inside and you’d say sorry to him for crashing out. And right now this is not what you need.

A couple of days later, you decided to stay in an empty classroom just so you could be able to study without having to worry about getting distracted. You’ve been ignoring Jungwon, but its not that hard when he is barely available anyway. He wasnt with your friends last night, and you havent seen him in class or anywhere else really. Last time you saw him, two days ago, you just turned on your heels and ignored him, but that was it.

You sigh, hating having to do this, the exam will be in two weeks and you still cant bring yourself to understand any of these things. You’re about to give up and smash your head on the table when the sound of notebooks falling on the chair next to you suddenly startles you.

“You were right, i acted on impulse and i’m sorry.” Jungwon is standing in front of you, he looks like he hadn’t slept well, dark circles under his gorgeous eyes that you love so much.

You dont say anything, too confused to actually react in a normal way. He’s making your heart beat so fast and the butterflies in your stomach are going crazy. “I made notes for you. I tried to keep it simple and add schemes, it took me a while, but i really wanted to help you.” Your lips press into a pout, now you really feel awful for how you treated him, this is why you like him so much. No matter how others treat him he’s always kind and gentle and god, you really fucked up, uh.

“I’m sorry for crashing out the other day.” “I deserved it.” “That’s not the point.” You sigh for what seems the ninth time today and you get up. He’s still taller than you, but what really makes you feel much smaller are his shoulders, his body is so fit and broad for him to have the face of an angel. There’s a few minutes of silence, it seems like you two always end up not saying anything for a while, just looking at each other and waiting for the other to speak. This time you decide to break it.

“I’ll offer you dinner, or coffee or a drink? if i actually pass the exam.” Jungwon’s smile gets even bigger, he likes how bold you’ve been lately, first asking him if he wanted to stay at your house, now this. If only he wasnt so busy being a damn hero, he would’ve asked you out a long time ago. “Let’s go see a movie instead, like a date.” You have to blink a couple of times to understand that, is he really asking you on a date? You look at him as if he’s talking nonsense, your lips parted in shock and you fear you might faint from how fast your heart is beating. He chuckles at your reaction. “You better pass that exam now.”

You’ve never studied so hard in your entire life. The two weeks passed so slowly, you basically closed yourself inside your house, or the library, or in the classroom, doing everything you could do to pass that exam. And so, when the day of the test finally arrives, you’re sure you can do it with your eyes closed. Well, kind of. You still dont get the highest grade, because you would’ve needed either a miracle or some sort of dark magic for that, but you still pass it.

You get out of the class, a huge smile on your lips while you walk towards the dining hall, where all your friends are waiting for you. “Oh my god i almost forgot your face!” Says Yunjin, pinching your cheeks when you sit between her and Jungwon. “Did you even eat these past weeks?” “You honestly got us worried.” “Oh my god, you guys. I was just studying its not like a supervillain kidnapped me or something.” Jungwon grimaces at your words. “Ugh, dont jinx it.”

A chuckle escapes your lips as you roll your eyes before digging in your food. Jay and Yunah are now arguing about which supervillain the world has seen would be able to kidnap you, meanwhile Jungwon is shaking his head no, trying to stop them from fantasizing about it. “I wouldn’t mind Loki i guess,” “Ew. Ew, ew, ew, ugly.” Yunjin’s reaction makes the whole table laugh.

“I’ve never met Loki..” Jungwon says, almost to himself, the others probably didnt even hear him, but you turn to look at him with a confused expression, your brows furrowed. “Well, duh. We were too young when the avengers stopped him.” The blondie just looks at you back, almost embarrassed about that sentence falling off his mind and coming out from his mouth. “Yeah… yeah i meant like, uh, yeah we were too young..” He’s acting weird, but you let that go, after all Jungwon does seem like a huge superhero nerd.

The week goes on and finally, finally, its time for your date with Jungwon. If it can even be called a date. Well, he called it a date so you assume it actually is one. Still, he did call you this time telling you he was going to be five minutes late, so you take your time walking towards the cinema.

Its been raining a lot these past few days, but you’re prepared, the white umbrella tight in your hands.

You’re just going to see a movie, but you still thought about dressing up nicely. The white dress you’re wearing might be a bit too springy, but you dont mind that. And you do have a pretty coat over it, so its fine. Your boots are perfect for the weather, and so are the thighs under them, and most importantly you feel cute.

Just as Jungwon said, he reaches you five minutes later, his breathing ragged as if he just ran. His hands behind his back but you can clearly see the flowers he’s trying to hide. He looks embarrassed, but the smile on your face makes me feel much more at ease. “I- Lets say it wasnt a good idea to get them and then run under the rain.” He says, handing them to you.

You laugh, the flowers must’ve looked pretty before he put his hands on them. They’re drenched and some of them are even missing a couple of petals, you couldnt care less about it though. He got you flowers. Yang Jungwon, the guy you’ve had a crush on for two years got you flowers, and you couldnt be happier.

“You’re always running somewhere.” You chuckle.

He links arms with you, walking towards the ticket booth. You dont even know what film you’re watching, knowing him its probably some sci-fi movie or a really old one that he always references but you dont know. “I mean, running is healthy.” “As long as you dont run away from me..” He keeps silent at your words, looking at you deeply, his eyes scanning your body and face, he always does that. “I’ll try.”

That answer leaves you in a chaos of emotions. He will try? What does that even mean? Your face must be telling that, or maybe its the way your body stiffened up. He opens his mouth to say something else, probably trying to save what he just did, but you dont even hear him. A loud noise echoed outside the cinema and you find yourself catching Jungwon’s hands out of fear.

He suddenly looks serious, his hand on your back, his brows furrowed in what seems anger and annoyance, that’s not a normal reaction if someone were to ask you. He looks around, meanwhile the other people around you are already screaming and running out of the theater, and you’re starting to get anxious too. “Jungwon we have to-“ “Take the emergency door on the left, i’ll catch up to you later.”

He lets you go, but you’re only getting more and more confused. He’s not coming with you? You shake your head no, in disbelief. You’re not leaving him here out in danger, what is he, some kind of superhero? “What? Are you out of your mind? Jungwon let’s just go..” You grab his arm and he closes his eyes for a second, getting out a deep sigh before he cups your cheeks.

“I swear, i’ll explain everything to you, but you have to go now. Just trust me and get out from that door only.” He’s not a superhero. You keep repeating yourself that, like a mantra, he cant be. He’s Jungwon, you would know if he was, he wouldnt be able to shut up about it, he’s like a twenty year old Tony Stark, there’s no way he is. But then you feel the way he’s holding you, his broad shoulders protecting you and his big hands on your face, its so familiar. And the look in his eyes is telling everything you need to know.

So you nod, hesitantly, but you do as he says. You can only hope he’s not actually who you think he is, your hands stop gripping his wrists so tightly and he gives you a gentle and reassuring smile before leaving a kiss on your cheek. “Go home, and dont take the metro. I’ll be right back.” You nod again and then you go, with your heart thumping against your chest, your head filled with dots connecting each other, and you dont know what to think.

You reach home safely, only because you did as Jungwon told you. You didnt take the metro, which happened to be involved in the fight, and you wonder how the hell did he know that would’ve happened. You sit on your bed, checking every news site, refreshing the spiderman tag on twitter every couple of seconds. You’re not 100% sure about it, maybe you’re just traumatized and insane, maybe a man protecting you reminds you of spiderman and this is just you projecting, but you cant ignore the signs.

That time at the library, he didn’t come and spiderman was fighting off somewhere at the same time, or all those times he left early or didnt come at all, all those excuses and that Stark project, is that even real? It makes sense, it makes too much sense and you feel like you will be going crazy until he comes back like he promised you.

You’re about to go downstairs and make a chamomile or something that could help you not go insane when you hear a tap on your balcony window. Jungwon is there and you waste no time opening the slide in door for him, you want to ask him a thousand questions but he just puts his finger over his lips, telling you to be quiet.

You dont know why he’s doing that, but you accomplish and close the window door behind him. You were so distracted waiting for him that you didnt even turn on the lights, and its so dark outside so you had barely noticed the mask in his hand. That mask. You take a better look at him and you feel so stupid when you notice what he’s wearing.

You dont know if you’re even surprised at this point, nor how you find the force to close the curtains and turn on one of the little lights in your room. He slides down the wall, he looks tired, and hurt, but he’s still looking at you with that same cocky vibe he always has. “You don’t look surprised.”

“I had a lot to think about walking home.” He smiles even more, and you kneel down next to him, your hand going to his hair without even thinking to much about it, you move them away from his forehead, and you just now notice a few small cuts on his face. “Is this a deal breaker for you?” He chuckles softly, his breath catching, even he knows how ridiculous he sounds right now, but you’re too mad to joke around with him.

“The deal breaker was you vanishing for weeks, lying to our friends, lying to me, finding useless excuses, asking me out on a date and then letting me run off of my own, leaving me alone at the library for hours and-“ You notice the way he’s looking at you, each word you say making him feel even worse, his already huge eyes looking even bigger.

“And… it doesnt even matter, because i like you so much i cant get mad at you.” It should feel good, telling him that you like him, it should feel like letting go of a weight off your shoulders, but it doesnt. Your heart feels heavy, you dont know how to feel, you’re worried sick and you dont know how you’re going to handle knowing that he is, indeed, spiderman.

You let your head fall on his shoulder while he hugs you almost immediately. You can hear the way his heart is beating, he doesn’t like seeing you like this and he hates being the cause of it, so he tries to soothe you down, hands caressing your back and playing with your hair.

“I like you a lot, too. And if this too much for you i’ll- I dont know, i’ll ask that damn doctor magician to erase it from your memory or something, just- I’m sorry.” You shake your head no while hiding in his chest, you dont want to forget this, he trusted you enough to know, and you respect that. “Who else knows?” “Jay and well, Mr. Stark and well yeah, everyone of that category.”

You just nod, you really cant believe this. Jungwon and Jay keeping a secret of this sort, you really thought Jungwon was the kind of guy to tell anyone if he were to be a hero, but apparently you know way less about him than you expected. You raise your head to look at him. He looks pretty hot like this, his lips are red, probably from fighting, his hair is a mess and that’s partly your faul, and wow. The suit fits him so well. His broad shoulders, his toned chest and his biceps look even better with it on.

“You’re staring.” He says, his fingers going under your chin to make you look at his face, which doesnt help your wondering thoughts, since he’s just that handsome. “You always stare at me, too.” “Yeah, ‘cause you’re pretty.” You crack a smile at that, its not the first time he calls you pretty, but it always gives you butterflies. Before you even realize, he puts his arms on your waist and makes you sit on his lap. Well, now you know where all his strength comes from.

“I wasnt expecting our first date to end up like this.” He moves to be closer to you, his nose nuzzling with yours, his voice getting lower, your hands rest on his chest. “What were you expecting?” That question seems to get a reaction out of him, his brow raising, a smirk on his face. “Well, you would’ve hated the movie i choose anyway. At that would’ve led you to be bored, and to us making out.” You giggle at that, you dont know if that would’ve actually happened, but the thought is nice.

“You think you can make my dream come true, Pretty?” Maybe its the suit that is making him act even more cocky than he usually is, or maybe you’re just too turned on by it to think about anything else. Your eyes scan him one last time, your hands moving behind his neck, your lips brushing against each other. “I’ll try.” And that said, your lips finally crash into his. For years you imagined how it would feel to kiss him, and this is so much better than any of that.

Jungwon is confident in his moves, his lips move with ease against yours, his hands keep you still on his lap, his tongue gently asking for permission by licking your bottom lip. You let him, not know that its going to be the end for you. He tilts his head, enough to go deeper while you just let him take the lead. You feel like you’re in heaven his lips are soft yet his kissing gets rougher as time passes, soon enough the room is filled with the sounds of your breathing, your lips meeting and tongues clicking. He doesnt seem to be wanting to let you go, you still pull out after a while, feeling out of breath.

He leans in for more but you stop him with a gentle peck, a giggle escaping from you. “Calm down, Spidey. Not everyone has super lungs.” “I dont, either.” He laughs and pushes your hair our of your face and puts them behind your ears. “You’re really okay with this? Even if I’m spiderman?” You can hear the insecurity in his voice, and honestly, it really is a big deal. He’s a superhero, he gets in trouble, people want him dead and knowing it might affect your daily life too. But right now you dont care.

“First of all, you’re Jungwon. We’ll figure out the spiderman stuff together. But yes, i am sure about Jungwon, a hundred percent.” He nods, a smile on his lips before he kisses you again, and again, and again. “I should’ve done this a long time ago.” He whispers between kisses, next thing you know he picks you up before throwing you on the bed, you giggle again, your body open to him.

You look at him and he just looks so perfect to you. You can’t believe this is happening, Jungwon is on top of you, kissing you and whispering sweet nothings between your lips. He pulls out for a few seconds to look back at you, a smirk on your lips as you bite his ear before whispering.

“The suit stays on, though.”

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lilpaigeywbb · 1 month ago

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៵⋆ the reality of distance ៵⋆

➜ summary: surprising paige when she needs you most

➜ warnings: fluff (thats about it!) || not proofread!

➜ pairing: paige x long distance gf

➜ authors note: did we appreciate the donnie darko reference? anyways, here’s some fluff that i wrote this morning. i hope y’all enjoy!! also, feel free to ask if you want to be mentioned when i post something!!

three weeks, twenty eight days, six hours, fourty two minutes, and twelve seconds. that was how long it had been since paige bueckers had seen her girlfriend and she was going crazy. the longest she had ever gone without you was maybe four days, mind you, at the VERY BEGINNING of your relationship but once you guys hit the 2 month mark, she was hooked. her behavior was that of a codependent puppy. she refused to be without you for five days at most. christmas breaks? she booked you flights to and from your hometown and minnesota. during the summer of your junior year, her parents weren’t surprised when she brought you with her. you were an extension of her and during long periods of time, she didn’t know what to do without you which just made going to the wings impossible. well, not really. she was so excited that she didn’t even realize she would be leaving you until she found herself in your car, driving her to the airport. you helped her get her bags from the back but she was almost in a trance. she had tried to convince you to go with her (multiple times) but you couldn’t. there was too much school stuff, too much job stuff, and too much family stuff that just had to come first. “but mama, i promise it’ll only be for a few days.” she begged, practically on her knees. “im sorry, baby” you whispered, placing a kiss to her head and waving her goodbye. luckily for paige, she was able to immerse herself in basketball so well that she didn’t have the time to think about how far away you were. she didnt have time to mope or be lost without you.

until she did.

it was out of the blue, really. she was at a game when she saw someone who resembled you sitting courtside and it hurt. sure, she had facetimed you almost every hour of every day which helped enough but seeing someone who looked so much like you IN PERSON broke her. she felt herself succumbing to the loneliness of missing you again and everyone could see how badly it affected her. maddy noticed first, seeing how paige began to sulk. dijonai saw it in her fake smiles and forced laughs so she knew she had to take action to help out her rookie. you were sitting in your room, organizing your clothes to go back to your home state when you got a call from nai. she practically begged you to come to dallas, claiming she would get you anything you wanted and do your bidding for the rest of her life if it meant you come to surprise paige. all it took was one photo of her looking absolutely miserable for you to get on the next flight to dallas.

when you stepped into the arena, the noise was deafening. it was littered with people wearing her number on their backs and waiting for the team to start their warmups. dijonai offered for you to go into the locker room to surprise paige but you didn’t want to throw her off her game so you waited. you sat somewhere in the crowd, watching your girl play. she was even better in person than you remembered. during halftime, you got a text asking why your location was off which you ignored. then she called you. you sighed and found a quiet(ish) space to answer. “where are you? why is your location off?” she begged, clearly worried and upset by this. you sighed and glanced around. “i’m- at a club. with some friends. and i turned off my location so my parents couldn’t see?” you weren’t sure how convincing that was. probably not convincing at all because of how your voice wavered and sounded more like a question than an answer. paige huffed and you could almost see her pout. god, you wanted to see her… but you had to wait. “i dont believe you” she whined, growing more anxious. “just keep playing, baby. you’re doing so good.” “youre watching my game from the club?” “shut up.” you hung up with a small smile, returning to your seat. the wings were up 75-71 and you were cheering your heart out for your girlfriend. she was on fire. after the game (with a wings w), paige went into the locker room by dijonai waited for you. she watched as you rushed down to the court and then led you to the teams exit area. she told you to wait there, making a comment about how happy paige would be.

about fifteen minutes later, the players started filing out, some of them recognizing you from the numerous photos paige had shown them. nai tapped your shoulder and whispered, “she’s coming out now.” you smiled and nodded, beyond ready to see your girl. you hadn’t seen her in person for so long and god, she looked good. better, close up. her muscular ar,s were protruding through her shirt and it made you want to be wrapped in her. you quickly went back to your spot behind the wall and waited for paige to walk by, waiting until her back was to you before calling, “p! can i have your autograph?”

her heart skipped a beat and she didnt hesitate to turn around, her eyes wide and so beautifully blue. she blinked a few times before it actually registered that you were there. her girlfriend was there. it took maybe less than three seconds for her to tackle you in a hug, the both of you falling on the ground. her teammates took pictures and videos, gushing over how cute you two were but she drowned them out. the only thing that mattered was you. paige nuzzled her face in your neck, not even caring that you two were on the ground. “i missed you so much,” she whispered, hugging you tighter, “don’t ever leave.” you laughed and hugged her back just as tight before helping her to stand up but she wouldn’t budge. “baby, you have to get off the floor,” you laughed, amused and touched by her childish behavior. she huffed and stood up before clinging to your arm again, looking at you like you hung the moon.

later, you two sat on her couch in the quiet of her apartment. there were no distractions, no teammates, no schedules. just you and her, and the weight of all those days apart. paige leaned her head on your shoulder and whispered, “i didn’t realize how much i needed you.” you smiled and kissed her temple, holding her tight. “i’m here,” you promised, “i’m not going anywhere.” she smiled back and kissed your lips gently.

the way you two were wrapped in each other reminded you that even in the reality of distance, what you had was real and nothing could change it.

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emocheol · 1 year ago

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seventeen when you reject their kiss (as a prank)

a/n: this is so long and took way too long i’m sorry T-T

seungcheol

seungcheol was used to arriving home from work and having you at the door to greet him with a kiss.

when you weren’t in your usual spot he walked over to the couch, seeing you watching tv and figured that you had lost track of time.

“hi baby, i missed you,” he announced his presence, leaving over you to catch your lips in a kiss.

when you turned your head to the side and he felt his lips catch your cheek instead he pulled back and gave you a funny look.

“something wrong?” he questioned quickly, you had never rejected his kisses before.

you looked up at him and shook your head, “no, i’m just trying to watch my show, cheolie,” you replied, trying to look around his frame that was blocking your view of the tv.

he narrowed his eyes at you, you didn’t sound upset but he was sure you could be a good actor. his mind started running with the possibilities of why you could be mad at him today.

it was usually silly reasons: he accidentally left the toilet seat up, he didn’t wake you up before he left the house, etc, etc.

but he hadn’t done anything today.

“okay…” he mumbled, leaning back down and attempting to kiss you again.

when you turned your head to the side again he sighed and sat down on the couch next to you, pulling you into his lap.

“you don’t like kissing me anymore?” he questioned, “what happened to the person who would whine all day if i didn’t kiss them? huh?” he prodded, reaching a hand up and smushing your cheeks together.

at this point you bursted out laughing and wrapped your hands around seunghcheol’s wrist, “it’s a prank! i’m sorry,” you exclaimed, seeing how his fear turned into fake annoyance at your confession.

he rolled his eyes and leaned in once more, finally catching your lips while you were still giggling. he planted a firm kiss against your lips and then nodded in satisfaction.

“you’re ridiculous, you know that?” he said, secretly finding joy in the fact that you found the situation so amusing.

he loved seeing you happy, even if it was at his own expense.

jeonghan

you were sat at the kitchen table eating breakfast when jeonghan finally graced you with his presence. you knew he needed his sleep so you never woke him up when you got up.

“morning, angel, how’d you sleep?” he asked, making his way to you and leaning down while puckering his lips, ready for his kiss.

you smiled at him and continued eating, “it was good, you?” you asked back, ignoring his lips and opting for the eggs that were on your plate instead.

jeonghan narrowed his eyes and threw his hands up with a sigh, “you hate me, don’t you?” he asked dramatically, “you think i have cooties and you never want to kiss me again? i bet you want to break up with me, don’t you? because i’m so repulsive?” he fires dramatic question after question, only leaving you entirely flabbergasted.

while you opened your mouth trying to think of a response he crossed his arms, looking at you and awaiting your answers to his questions.

“if you kiss me ill forget this happened and go back to normal,” he decided to add, seeing that you couldn’t come up with an answer.

“sure,” you replied easily, not knowing how else to reply to his spitfire questions. you stood up from your seat and placed your hand on his shoulder, pressing a sweet kiss on his lips.

he instinctively wrapped one arm around your waist and kept you there for a second longer, “this is why you can’t try and prank me, it always goes my way in the end,” he said with a smirk, releasing you and delving further in the kitchen to find something to eat.

his words only left you stunned, “you knew what i was doing?” you called over to him.

“of course i did, did you forget who you’re dating?” he asked back, shooting you a cocky grin while you plopped back into your seat with a sigh. it was impossible to pull one over on him.

joshua

joshua was about to leave to go meetup with his band members for dinner while you stayed at home for the night.

you walked him to the door to see him before he left.

“i’ll be back later, don’t wait up, okay?” he made to clarify, knowing that nights with his friends usually went long into the hours of the a.m. and he didn’t want you staying up late for him.

you hummed at his words and nodded your head, knowing you would probably stay up for him anyways, “have a nice night, tell the guys i say hi,” you said with a smile, becoming close with joshua’s friends as your relationship progressed.

“i will, i love you,” he made sure to add, grabbing your chin and moving in to plant a kiss on your lips.

when he felt your resistance to his kiss he pulled back and gave you a funny look, “any reason you won’t kiss me?” he asked skeptically.

“nope, i love you too,” you replied, trying to play it off innocently.

he nodded his head slowly, his fingers still on your chin. he moved back in to kiss you again and when he felt the same resistance he gave you a pointed look.

“if you have a real reason for not kissing me, tell me and we’ll talk about it. if you don’t, stop playing around and kiss me so i can leave.” he said simply, leaving no room for argument and coming up with a solution.

you noticed that he was using his serious voice and you nodded slowly, finally letting him kiss you without putting up a fight.

he let his kiss linger a little longer than usual, likely because of the game that you were playing with him. the way he kissed you made you forget what you were even doing in the first place and when he pulled away he could tell that much from your face.

he pulled back with a smirk and kissed the top of your head, “i’ll be back, don’t miss me too much,” he teased, leaving you to give him a small nod as you watched him walk out the door.

prank totally failed.

jun

“are we okay? or are you playing with me?” jun questioned, noticing how you were physically dodging all his attempts to give you a peck on the lips.

you couldn’t help but grin at the cute pout on his face, not being able to play it off like it was a normal occurrence.

you were standing on one side of the couch while jun was standing on the other, both of you looked like you were prepared to run. jun was ready to bolt towards you and you were ready to get away from him.

though both of you had a smile on your face, you weren’t dodging him for a serious reason and he could tell.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said with a little giggle, moving in the opposite direction that jun was going whenever he moved towards you.

he thankfully realized that you weren’t actually mad at him and then decided he needed to take matters into his own hands.

jun jumped onto the couch and reached over to grab you, locking you in his arms while you burst out laughing, not being able to contain yourself.

“c’mon! give me a kiss, my breath smells good! i brushed! see?” he exclaimed loudly, opening his mouth wide for you to look, which only made you laugh harder.

you clutched your sides as you laughed, your sudden movement making the two of you lose any balance you previously had and you both went tumbling to the ground in each others arms.

jun’s arms were still locked around you, the two of you laying side by side on the hardwood floor. you both slowly looked at each other and smiled, a little sheepishly.

“you saw, right? my clean teeth?” jun spoke up first, still stuck on the fact that he was missing out on a kiss from you.

you couldn’t deny him now and you nodded, “yes, hun, i saw,” you replied, finally pressing a kiss on his lips to stop this whole debacle.

you could feel him smiling against your lips which only made you smile right back.

“i win!” he shouted when you pulled away, pumping his fists in the air. though, he wasn’t sure what game you were playing, a kiss from you always felt like a win to him.

soonyoung

soonyoung’s face was scrunched up, his lips drawn in a straight line and his eyebrows pulled in towards each other. it was his ‘deep in thought face’.

he was intently scrolling on his phone, furiously typing, scrolling a bit, then shaking his head. he repeated the steps multiple times, sighing at each dead end.

you sat next to him, watching tv as he completed whatever mission he had on his phone.

you had decided to avoid his kisses all day after seeing a video of someone else doing the same thing to their boyfriend online. though soonyoung didn’t seem too worried about it, at least that’s what you thought.

“do you prefer a casual relationship without emotional intimacy?” soonyoung asked out of the blue, setting his phone on his lap and looking at you.

his words caught you off guard and all you could do was look at him in shock. he took your lack of an answer as a yes and frowned. he nodded to himself and took your hands in his, his face as serious as ever.

“it’s okay if that’s how you feel, you can tell me and we can work things out, right?” he suggested, his voice sounded optimistic but his face told you all you needed to know, he looked like he was near tears.

you quickly shook your head when the shock wore off and pulled your hands from his, opting to cup his cheeks instead as you looked at him.

“where did you get that silly idea from?” you asked, running your thumbs over his cheeks, his frown still present on his face.

“wikihow…” he mumbled, picking up his phone and showing it to you.

you choked on a laugh at his reply and took his phone from his hands, looking at the open tab.

‘10 reasons why your partner won’t kiss you’

you went to his search history and finally found out what all the scrolling and tapping on his phone was about.

‘why won’t my partner kiss me’

‘what to do when my partner won’t kiss me’

‘how to tell if my partner doesn’t like me anymore’

‘how to be a better boyfriend’

you threw his phone on the couch and immediately pulled him closer to you, wrapping your arms around him and cradling him to your chest.

“honey, i’m sorry,” you said softly, he must’ve been sad and stressed all day because of some stupid prank that you tried to pull on him, “i was just trying to prank you, it’s stupid,” you mumbled, holding him tight.

soonyoung looked at you with wide eyes, his frown now turned into a small pout, “you don’t want to break up?” he asked softly, his puppy dog eyes in full swing.

“of course not! i’m sorry for making you worry,” you apologized, making sure you were absolutely clear about your love for him.

“okay… now give me 500 kisses to make up for it!” he decided, looking at you in complete seriousness, waiting for you to begin your task.

you couldn’t even be mad at his request and you obliged. you cradled his face with your hands once again and began to pepper his face with kisses, making sure you hit everywhere you could to show him how much you loved him.

he giggled at your actions, finally smiling for the first time in hours as you pampered him with kisses.

that was the last time you ever tried to prank soonyoung.

wonwoo

you were laying in bed on your phone, mindlessly scrolling while waiting for wonwoo to hop off his game and come to bed.

while scrolling you saw a video of someone pranking their boyfriend by not kissing him, and since wonwoo was keeping you up by not coming to bed yet you decided to play the same prank on him.

wonwoo finally got off his game around 30 minutes later and slipped into bed next to you, pulling you close to him with a shy smile, “i’m sorry, i was winning,” he whispered softly, nuzzling his cheek against yours.

it was rare that you saw him so cuddly and touchy, and your resolve was slowly fading to keep this prank up but you decided you would stay strong.

“it’s okay, let’s go to bed, hm?” you suggested, looking over at him with a little smile, gently pushing his hair out of his face.

he nodded at your words and puckered his lips, moving closer to you to get his nightly kiss before bed. when you dodged him and laid down he slowly blinked at you, a pout that you had never seen before slowly made its way onto his face.

wonwoo wasn’t the type to show his emotions so freely but you could tell what he was feeling clear as day now. he didn’t have to say anything for you to break.

“oh god i’m sorry,” you mumbled, pulling him in for a goodnight kiss, sweeter than normal since you felt so bad for ignoring his first one, “don’t hate me,” you added, hoping that your very short prank didn’t hurt him too badly.

he blinked at you and shot you a sleepy smile, “it’s okay, i know you’re bad at pranks,” he whispered, cuddling up with you and kissing your forehead before letting sleep take over his body.

you were a sucker when it came to wonwoo.

jihoon

“hello? i would like a kiss, please,” jihoon announced to you suddenly.

the two of you were lounging on the couch, enjoying each others company in silence. though, jihoon had been letting his mind run a mile a minute since you appeared to be dodging all his attempts to kiss you.

his words made you stare at him for a few seconds, processing what he said. he wasn’t one to ask for affection, he just took what you gave him. you realized this early on in your relationship and so you smothered him with love whenever you could, hoping it was enough.

when you had started this prank on him earlier in the day you thought that he wouldn’t notice, or care for that matter. he was a big ‘go with the flow’ type of guy. you didn’t even think that he would care about your lack of kisses since he never commented on your affection. clearly he cared.

“what?” was all you managed to say to his request, not able to form any other words.

“i said i would like a kiss. you haven’t kissed me today, did i do something wrong?” he asked innocently, trying to think over what he did all day, surely none of it made you upset.

you frowned at his words, you didn’t think that your lack of affection would’ve affected him that much. you felt your heartstrings tug and you couldn’t stop yourself from coming clean.

“no! i’m sorry, honey,” you pouted, scooting right up next to him and pressing a long kiss on his lips, followed by a few more pecks, “it was just some prank i saw online, it’s stupid,” you mumbled, realizing how dumb the prank was in hindsight.

jihoon nodded in satisfaction and wrapped his arm around you. initiating touch was also a rarity for him which only showed you how much this affected him.

“it’s okay, but that is a dumb prank,” he agreed thoughtfully, “i missed your kisses,” he whispered softly, so soft that you almost didn’t hear it. but you did.

and from that point you decided to show jihoon affection at any and every moment you could.

minghao

“is this one of your stupid pranks?” minghao deadpanned the second you moved out of the way when he tried to kiss you.

you frowned at his words, sad that he had caught on so fast and didn’t even pretend to be upset like the boyfriends in the videos that you had seen online.

you playfully pushed his arm with a pout, “you’re so lame, how’d you know,” you groaned, telling the truth since you knew you couldn’t lie to him.

minghao just laughed and ruffled your hair, “you would never dodge my kisses, you’re always whining for them in the first place,” he teased, though he was telling the truth, you’d be crazy to dodge his kisses.

you nodded slowly at his words, acknowledging that he was right. now that your prank backfired immediately you looked up at him and smiled, puckering your lips, ready for a kiss.

after a few seconds of not feeling his lips on yours you opened your eyes to see him standing in front of you, a smug smirk present on his lips.

“what’re you doing,” you whined, grabbing his hand and shaking it around a little bit, “give me a kiss,” you asked softly, trying to give him your best puppy dog eyes.

he just raised his eyebrows and shook his head, a grin still present on his face, “i don’t think so,” he said in a sing song voice, “you were going to try and keep your kisses from me, why can’t i do the same?” he asked thoughtfully.

you frowned at his words, “you’re mean…” you mumbled, though you didn’t really mean it, you loved his personality.

“you love me though,” his whispered, opting to kiss the top of your head since he was withholding his kisses from you.

it was enough to satisfy you for the time being plus minghao knew that it was only a matter of time before he caved.

mingyu

mingyu had been following you around your home all night, ever since you didn’t give him a kiss before you left for work.

now that you were back home after your shift he just had to be by you. he didn’t say anything, but his facial expressions said it all for him. he looked so sad, it honestly hurt your heart a bit.

whenever you got up, so did he. he would follow you to the kitchen, your shared bedroom, outside, even to the bathroom where he waited outside the door until you came out again.

after a few hours of this dynamic you finally decided to ask him the burning question.

“gyu, what’s wrong?” you asked, grabbing one of his hands and holding it gently. sure, you knew what was ‘wrong’ but you wanted to hear it from him.

mingyu let out an exasperated sigh and pulled you over to him, squishing you against his side, “finally!” he exclaimed, “everything is wrong!” he whined, rubbing his cheek against your head just like a puppy would.

you stifled a laugh at his actions, not wanting to invalidate his feelings since they were clearly making him so distressed. you had a feeling that this was how he was going to act, he needed affection and when you broke your routine of affection for him he didn’t know what to do.

“okay…” you started, “explain it to me, hm?” you suggested, finding you comfy spot even though he had a death grip on you. you managed to get one arm out to stroke his hair which made him visibly relax.

“you didn’t kiss me goodbye,” he pouted, “and you didn’t say anything about it!” he pointed out, knowing that you usually would’ve texted him an apology if you left without your usual goodbye kiss. he held up a finger each time he listed a reason.

you opened your mouth to respond, barely getting a word out before mingyu cut you off with another loud and exaggerated sigh.

“and you didn’t give me a kiss when you got home!” he raised a third finger for your third offense, “and you haven’t kissed me at all! it’s been hours since you got home!” he held up a fourth finger, waving them in your face with wide eyes so you understood the severity of the situation.

the more he talked the wider your smile got, you tried to hide your giggling but since you were so close to each other he noticed it and reprimanded you for it.

“and! hey! this isn’t a laughing matter… it’s serious…” he whined, bringing both arms around you again and shaking you gently back and forth, “don’t laugh at me…” he groaned, a big pout evident on his face while you tried to compose yourself.

“i’m sorry, baby,” you said softly, smushing his cheeks together in your hands, you noticed how his eyes got a little softer when you used his pet name. it was clear that you weren’t upset with anything, so now he was just a little confused.

mingyu’s pout still held presence on his face when he asked his next question, “then why didn’t i get my kisses,” he mumbled, his words coming out less coherent since your hands still held his cheeks together.

“oh! it was just a prank i saw online, wanted to try it on you,” you explained easily, though in hindsight it definitely wasn’t the brightest idea since you knew how touch starved your boyfriend could get.

he narrowed his eyes at your words, “worst prank ever,” he confirmed, feeling slightly better now that he knew you weren’t withholding his affection for a legitimate reason.

“don’t be sad! i’ll make it up to you,” you said cheerfully, leaning in and pressing a few kisses to his lips, pulling back with a smile, “better?” you asked, judging from the smile he was hiding you could tell that he had gotten over it easily.

but he shook his head, “i think i need one hundred more kisses to make up for this,” he said thoughtfully, closing his eyes and puckering his lips, genuinely waiting for his next hundred kisses.

you obliged and his smile grew with every next kiss you gave him.

seokmin

“if i sing you a song will you give me a kiss?” seokmin asked as if you were playing 21 questions.

you shook your head in response.

“what about if i write you a song?” he revised.

still another no from you.

“if i give you 20 bucks?”

you gave him a raised brow but still said nothing.

“a hundred? a thousand? a million dollars for a kiss?” he shouted out as if he was an auctioneer.

you set down your phone and walked over to where seokmin was standing, “i love the enthusiasm and persistence but the answer is still no, my love,” you whispered, giving him a pat on the back for his efforts.

see, with seokmin, you couldn’t just not kiss him without telling him. you knew him well enough to know that he would’ve spiraled hard over it. so, you showed him a few videos of other partners doing the prank on their boyfriends. he found it amusing and decided to turn it into a competition instead.

if he could get you to kiss him then he’d win. if you could stand the day without kissing him then you’d win.

the prize was bragging rights and you were determined to win. but so was seokmin.

it was nearing the end of the day and seokmin was getting desperate, now shooting off every suggestion and bribe to get you to kiss him. but to his disappointment, nothing worked.

now, the two of you were cuddled under the covers, you were smug since you had won your bet and seokmin was sulking since he was positive that he was going to win.

“goodnight, honey, i’ll kiss you in the morning,” you whispered teasingly, rubbing it in that you had won your little competition.

he just scoffed at your words with a roll of his eyes, “yeah, yeah, goodnight,” he mumbled in defeat, letting you fall into dreamland while he stayed awake next to you, playing on his phone and waiting to get tired.

after an hour you were woken up by seokmin’s quiet laughter, you peeled your eyes open and saw that his face was illuminated by his phone screen. you couldn’t see the clock on your nightstand but you assumed that it was late.

he noticed your shifting around and frowned, “sorry, love, did i wake you?” he asked gently, putting his phone down on his chest and rubbing your back slowly, hoping that would soothe you back into your sleep.

“it’s okay, go to sleep, seokmin, it’s late,” you mumbled sleepily, moving your head up and giving him a sweet goodnight kiss before falling back asleep quickly.

when he felt his lips against yours his face lit up, about to say something before he noticed that you had fallen asleep once again.

he looked at the clock on your nightstand.

11:58pm

you’d kissed him before the day was over.

seokmin had won your bet and you better believe you’d be hearing all about it the next morning.

(he even took a picture of the time for proof)

seungkwan

“honey… how come you won’t kiss me?” seungkwan asked, noticing how you had turned your head twice on him in the day, making him kiss your cheek instead of your lips.

you looked at him innocently and shrugged, “i don’t know what you’re talking about, kwannie,” you said, trying your best to sound convincing.

he nodded at you slowly and then went back in for a kiss, catching your cheek once again. he pulled back and pointed at you, “that! that’s what i’m talking about! i’m trying to get lips but all im getting is cheek!” he explained, as if you didn’t know what you were doing.

you shook your head, “hmm, i don’t get it,” you said, eyebrows furrowing together to try and play dumb. you knew that he would catch on to the fact that you were just messing with him. but it was fun for the time being.

he caught on quickly and nodded his head at you, his eyes narrowing, “ahh, i see,” he said suspiciously, “two can play at this game…” he concluded, walking out of the room backwards, keeping his eyes on you as he walked.

the rest of the day was spent not kissing each other. you each dodged the others attempts until you were sitting on opposite ends of the couch, stuck in an intense staring contest.

how was this related to your kissing prank on seungkwan? neither of you could explain. but this is where you ended up.

after another 10 minutes of menacingly staring at each other you were the one that broke.

“seungkwan, can we give this up now? i miss your kisses…” you said truthfully, pouty lips and gentle voice on display to try and convince him. you were not thinking that your silly prank was going to be a day long event and now you just missed your boyfriend.

luckily for you, seungkwan broke at the exact same time and nodded quickly. the two of you closed the gap between you on the couch and finally let your lips touch.

this led to a good 15 minutes of gentle kisses and giggles on the couch.

when you pulled away you were both grinning at each other, forgotten was the entire day and all you could think of was how happy you were in that moment.

“let’s never do that again,” you decided, not wanting to put yourself through that agony again.

“agreed.” seungkwan replied, diving back in and making up for lost time, or rather, lost kisses.

vernon

“do you think my breath smells bad or something?” vernon asked while the two of you were laying in bed together ready to shut off the lights and go to sleep.

the entire day you had been playing this ‘prank’ on him of not kissing him. though, the prank somehow backfired since he didn’t seem to notice at all, at least not to you.

after your refusal of his kiss early in the morning he hadn’t attempted to kiss you again.

you gave him a funny look and shook your head, “no? you just brushed your teeth, didn’t you?” you asked, confused by his very random question right before bed.

he nodded slowly at your answer and turned his head back up so he was looking at the ceiling. he seemed to be deep in thought before he turned his head back to you again.

“so, i’m all for boundaries and stuff and i respect yours, really i do,” he started, making sure you understood that he respects your choices, “but i’m just confused on why you didn’t want to kiss me at all today,” he explained, wanting to get straight to the point and not tip toe around the big issue that was swirling around in his head.

his words shocked you and you turned to face him, the surprise clearly showing on your face. you thought that he hadn’t noticed your lack of physical affection since you two weren’t big on all that.

“but you didn’t kiss me today either,” you pointed out to him, your response failed as he shook his head at you.

“no, i tried to this morning but you dodged me,” he pointed out in turn, “so i just assumed you didn’t want to kiss, didn’t want to make you explain in case it was a sore spot so i just respected it,” he continued, laying out his thought process to you, “my curiosity just got the better of me now, i’m sorry if you don’t want to talk about it,” he added respectfully.

you frowned at your boyfriends words, he was so respectful, almost too respectful. it was one of the many things you loved about vernon along with his maturity and his way with words.

vernon’s words tugged on your heart and you rolled over to his side of the bed, pulling him into a hug with your arms around his neck.

“you’re the sweetest guy ever,” you said softly, while you were having a sentimental moment vernon was utterly confused at your actions, however. but he accepted it and slowly brought his arms up around your waist, slowly rubbing your back as he didn’t know what to do or what you were feeling.

“okay… so what was going on today?” he asked, secretly relishing in the amount of affection he was receiving.

you pulled your head up and looked at him, “it was just this stupid prank i saw online, i thought you’d react differently…” you mumbled, cheeks heating up in embarrassment as you admitted it.

he raised an eyebrow at you, “a prank? dodging my kisses as a prank?” he questioned, not seeing the appeal in it.

you buried your face in his neck and nodded, “yeah, i thought you would be more persistent or something, but you’re just too respectful,” you said jokingly. he huffed out a laugh at your words and nodded, holding you closer to him.

“sorry, babe,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss on your head, “you want me to change?” he asked, half as a joke but also being half serious.

you shook your head quickly, “never, you’re perfect,” you said immediately, never wanting him to doubt himself.

to seal the deal you decided to press your lips against his, finally giving him the kiss that you had deprived him of all day.

chan

you were relaxing on the couch in your living room when you heard the front door open, signaling that chan was home from work.

you checked the time on your phone, realizing that chan was home almost an hour later than he normally was.

his late appearance intrigued you, so you got up from the couch and decided to walk to the entryway of your apartment, greeting chan there.

when you walked up to him he was taking off his shoes, but that wasn’t the thing that interested you. what did interest you was the huge bouquet of your favorite flowers that were in one hand and the designer bag that he was carrying in the other.

“woah! what’d you buy?” you asked curiously, reaching for the designer bag that was in his hand, he let you take the bag in your hands and walk to the kitchen to unravel it. you took the flowers into your other hand and set them on the table next to you after giving them a smell.

chan just gave you a smile and followed, “got it for you, honey,” he said gently, he seemed a little weary but you didn’t take much notice of it. though, you were extremely confused as to why he would’ve gotten you such an expensive item out of the blue.

you looked at him strangely, “why?” you questioned, it wasn’t your birthday or your anniversary any time soon, and you couldn’t understand why else such an expensive present would make its way into your lap.

chan gave you a sad smile and reached across the table, holding your hand, “i know this doesn’t make up for whatever i did, but i just wanted to tell you i’m sorry,” he said softly, “and i’d love to fix whatever i did if you just tell me what it is,” he said truthfully, getting ready to change anything you told him.

you cocked your head to the side and looked at chan with narrowed eyes, trying to figure him out, “what’d you do?” you asked, not quite understanding what he was talking about.

“c’mon, babe, you can tell me, i promise i’ll fix it,” he said again, wanting to make sure that it was a safe space for you to tell him your feelings.

you shook your head at his words, “no, chan, i really don’t know what you’re talking about, truly,” you made sure to emphasize, not leaving any room for him to think that you were hiding something.

“but… but you wouldn’t let me kiss you this morning,” he explained, “so you’re mad about something, right?” he deduced. and instead of asking you about it earlier he decided to spend thousands of dollars on a designer item and a bouquet of flowers to try and make it better.

when you let his words sink in you let out a loud laugh, pulling your hand back from him and grabbing your sides while you laughed. chan was far from amused and narrowed his eyes at you seemingly making fun of a serious situation.

“oh, god, i’m sorry channie,” you said in between laughs, when you finally caught your breath you composed yourself and explained, “that was a prank, babe, look,” you pulled out your phone and showed chan a few of the videos that you had seen online.

this only appalled him and he quickly snatched the bag from the table, “i’m returning this…” he mumbled, shaking his head at your actions.

“no! i’ll take it!” you exclaimed after him, standing up and getting next to him, giving him your best puppy dog eyes and feigning innocence.

“i’m taking these flowers too, they’re mine now,” he said childishly, sticking his tongue out at you and snatching the flowers from the table as well.

you laughed at his actions, “we live in the same house! the flowers are going to be here anyways,” you explained, making him think of a rebuttal.

“well,” he started, pausing for a moment, “they’re going to go on my nightstand then!”

and after some convincing words chan ended up letting you keep the designer bag he had purchased. though your favorite flowers found their home on his nightstand.

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