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This might not be anything, but while writing about your fics, the way you have the characters' mannerisms down PERFECTLY got me thinking about mirroring...
There's a lot of it in 7 (Horii is a directorial genius etc etc), most of it more intentional than these probably are, but there's something so interesting about mirroring that takes the tone of a (relatively) fond memory, a familiar gesture, and inverts it in the way shown here.
OH I'M GLAD YOU'VE NOTICED THESE TOO I think I mentioned it months back (or I drafted a post 'bout it but didn't think it was anything noteworthy) but I always really did like how the Arakawa Family mimicked each other's mannerisms (also circling back to how Jo and Masato calling Ichiban 'Ichi' presumably after picking it up from Arakawa)!
Aoki actually does the same sitting gesture too! I went back to double check and skim through the rest of the game's cutscenes, and as far as I could tell unless I skipped a scene, it really is only these three that do this specific pose:
It's such a small detail but I love it immensely and it really does highlight their connections with each other and it drives me insane
#snap chats#the fact aoki holds his left fist with his right like jo..... im gonna be sick... (crying)#potential hints that aoki really does favor jo and/or spends more time with him... or i might be delirious. could be both even..#focusing on how jo mimics arakawa though i dont think i have to say i love how it is inverted intention wise#like of course in arakawa's situations he's in a position where he's helping ichi and speaking calmly with him#while with jo Evidently each interaction is more tense and antagonistic#really is a cool way to emphasize that whole 'step parent' angle if that makes sense#OH BUT THANK YOU ON MY WRITING that's a huge compliment: i'm glad you think i have their mannerisms down !#accuracy is a big thing to me... in case we haven't picked that up yet.... i should relax a little tbh--#BUT i'd like to think my brain's good at visualizing things and i think i've 'studied' enough to get an acceptable result in what i show#it's like... if i can't see it in my head clearly or it doesn't look right then i wanna keep trying until it DOES look right yk#dont want a Hello Kitty Wouldnt Do Xanax moment... only on occasion.... a lil xanax wouldnt hurt as long as its not too far gone â ď¸#alright im. DELIRIOUS.#to end this off i watched the first episode of Sailor Suit and Machine Gun !#my japanese is. HORRENDOUS BUT the art of inference and context clues and stray knowledge got me through it#i'm excited to watch the next episode even if i'm only really getting half the impact from the dialogue#BUT THE FEELING'S THERE... the emotion's there#embarrassingly i almost cried when izumi was crying in the theater over her dad while she was eating cause like Girl Me Too â ď¸â ď¸#ill go one day without mentioning my dad i promise... todays not that day tho â ď¸#IN ANY CASE. thank you for droppin the episodes on me !! i can't stress never tiring of having new things to watch#ill watch the next episode tonight probably. i was gonna go out to get lunch buuuut my moms home#so there goes that plan.. at least my bro got me food while /he/ went out today lmao
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Btw feel free to use any concepts I make as writing prompts/material for ur own fanfics
#art deserves to be shared#whats mine is yours brother#Especially that saiki k fanfic becuz I had a really good story idea for it but my aass is too lazy to write#Im lying my idea of a story was actually one scene idea inspired by the silent voice suicide scene#To expand on it I had an idea where Saikis limiters began to stop working and his bro gave him an esitmate of 30 days before they completel#cut out and stopped working#But he didn't want to be a psychic again and so he decided that in 30 days he would khs and for every single one of those 30 days he would#do something he always wanted to do as a normal person#During this time he began to apperciate his friends but also become more a more depressed because despite him hating being a psychic he#couldn't live without being one and so he gets really bad mentally and physically.#But he also begins to apperciate life. And his friends notice thisbut he pushes them away. It all comes to a stop where on the last day it'#A firework festival which is something he always wanted to enjoy but couldn't due to him only being able to hear everybodys thoughts due to#the crowding of those places. Anyways he decides to khs and as the fireworks go off and he steps over the balcony and is leaning on the edg#He questions why he's doing this#and why does he want to kill himself so badly#These past weeks haven't been all that bad#Does he really hate being a psychic that much?#Or does he really just hate living?#He then cries in the first time for a long#But then his friends comes up and in surprise he lets go of the railing and falls#U can decide where it goes from there#Make me cry
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SO HERE IS THE WHOLE STORY (SO FAR).
I am on my knees begging you to reblog this post and to stop reblogging the original ones I sent out yesterday. This is the complete account with all the most recent info; the other one is just sending people down senselessly panicked avenues that no longer lead anywhere.
IN SHORT
Cliff Weitzman, CEO of Speechify and (aspiring?) voice actor, used AI to scrape thousands of popular, finished works off AO3 to list them on his own for-profit website and in his attached app. He did this without getting any kind of permission from the authors of said work or informing AO3. Obviously.
When fandom at large was made aware of his theft and started pushing back, Weitzman issued a non-apology on the original social media postsâusingÂ
his dyslexia;Â
his intent to implement a tip-system for the plagiarized authors; andÂ
a sudden willingness to take down the work of every author who saw my original social media posts and emailed him individually with a âvalidâ claim,
as reasons we should allow him to continue monetizing fanwork for his own financial gain.
When we less-than-kindly refused, he took down his âapologiesâ as well as his website (allegedlyâitâs possible that our complaints to his web host, the deluge of emails he received or the unanticipated traffic brought it down, since there wasnât any sort of official statement made about it), and when it came back up several hours later, all of the work formerly listed in the fan fiction category was no longer there.Â
THE TAKEAWAYS
1. Cliff Weitzman (aka Ofek Weitzman) is a scumbag with no qualms about taking fanwork without permission, feeding it to AI and monetizing it for his own financial gain;Â
2. Fandom can really get things done when it wants to, andÂ
3. Our fanworks appear to be hidden, but theyâre NOT DELETED from Weitzmanâs servers, and independently published, original works are still listed without the authors' permission. We need to hold this man responsible for his theft, keep an eye on both his current and future endeavors, and take action immediately when he crosses the line again.Â
THE TIMELINE, THE DETAILS, THE SCREENSHOTS (behind the cut)
Sunday night, December 22nd 2024, I noticed an influx in visitors to my fic You & Me & Holiday Wine. When I searched the title online, hoping to find out where they came from, a new listing popped up (third one down, no less):
This listing is still up today, by the way, though now when you follow the link to word-stream, it just brings you to the main site. (Also, to be clear, this was not the cause for the influx of traffic to my fic; word-stream did not link back to the original work anywhere.)
I followed the link to word-stream, where to my horror Y&M&HW was listed in its entiretyâthough, beyond the first half of the first chapter, behind a paywallâalong with a link promising to take meâthrough an app downloadable on the Apple Storeâto an AI-narrated audiobook version. When I searched word-stream itself for my ao3 handle I found both of my multi-chapter fics were listed this way:
Because the tags on my fics (which included genres* and characters, but never the original IPs**) werenât working, I put âKara Danversâ into the search bar and discovered that many more supercorp fics (Supergirl TV fandom, Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor pairing) were listed.
I went looking online for any mention of word-stream and AI plagiarism (the coversâas well as the ridiculously inflated number of reviews and ratingsâmade it immediately obvious that AI fuckery was involved), but found almost nothing: only one single Reddit post had been made, and it received (at that time) only a handful of upvotes and no advice.Â
I decided to make a tumblr post to bring the supercorp fandom up to speed about the theft. I draw as well as write for fandom and Iâve only ever had to deal with art theftâwhich has a clear set of steps to take depending on where said art was repostedâand I was at a loss regarding where to start in this situation.
After my post went up I remembered Project Copy Knight, which is worth commending for the work theyâve done to get fic stolen from AO3 taken down from monetized AI 'audiobookâ YouTube accounts. I reached out to @echoekhi, asking if theyâd heard of this site and whether they could advise me on how to get our works taken down.
While waiting for a reply I looked into Copy Knightâs methods and decided to contact OTWâs legal department:
And then I went to bed.
By morning, tumblr friends @makicarn and @fazedlight as well as a very helpful tumblr anon had seen my post and done some very productive sleuthing:
@echoekhi had also gotten back to me, advising me, as expected, to contact the OTW. So I decided to sit tight until I got a response from them.
That response came only an hour or so later:Â
Which was 100% understandable, but still disappointingâI doubted a handful of individual takedown requests would accomplish much, and I wasnât eager to share my given name and personal information with Cliff Weitzman himself, which is unavoidable if you want to file a DMCA.
I decided to take it to Reddit, hoping it would gain traction in the wider fanfic community, considering so many fandoms were affected. My Reddit posts (with the updates at the bottom as they were emerging) can be found here and here.
A helpful Reddit user posted a guide on how users could go about filing a DMCA against word-stream here (to wobbly-at-best results)
A different helpful Reddit user signed up to access insight into word-streams pricing. Comment is here.
Smells unbelievably scammy, right? In addition to those audacious pricesâthough in all fairness any amount of money would be audacious considering every work listed is accessible elsewhere for freeâmy dyscalculia is screaming silently at the sight of that completely unnecessary amount of intentionally obscured numbers.
Speaking of which! As soon as the post on r/AO3âand, as a result, my original tumblr postâbegan taking off properly, sometime around 1 pm, jumpscare! A notification that a tumblr account named @cliffweitzman had commented on my post, and I got a bit mad about the gist of his message :
Fortunately he caught plenty of flack in the comments from other users (truly you should check out the comment section, it is extremely gratifying and people are making tremendously good points), in response to which, of course, he first tried to both reiterate and renegotiate his point in a second, longer comment (which I didnât screenshot in time so Iâm sorry for the crappy notification email formatting):
which he then proceeded to also post to Reddit (this is another Reddit userâs screenshot, I didnât see it at all, the notifications were moving too fast for me to follow by then)
... where he got a roughly equal amount of righteously furious replies. (Check downthread, they're still there, all the way at the bottom.)
After which Cliff went ahead & deleted his messages altogether.Â
Itâs not entirely clear whether his account was suspended by Reddit soon after or whether he deleted it himself, but considering his tumblr account is still intact, I assume itâs the former. He made a handful of sock puppet accounts to play around with for a while, both on Reddit and Tumblr, only one of which I have a screenshot of, but since they all say roughly the same thing, youâre not missing much:
And then word-stream started throwing a DNS error.
That lasted for a good number of hours, which was unfortunately right around the time that a lot of authors first heard about the situation and started asking me individually how to find out whether their work was stolen too. I do not have that information and I am unclear on the perimeters Weitzman set for his AI scraper, so this is all conjecture: it LOOKS like the fics that were lifted had three things in common:
They were completed works;
They had over several thousand kudos on AO3; and
They were written by authors who had actively posted or updated work over the past year.
If anyone knows more about these perimeters or has info that counters my observation, please let me know!
I finally thought to check/alert evil Twitter during this time, and found out that the news was doing the rounds there already. I made a quick thread summarizing everything that had happened just in case. You can find it here.
I went to Bluesky too, where fandom was doing all the heavy lifting for me already, so I just reskeeted, as you do, and carried on.
Sometime in the very early evening, word-stream went back upâbut the fan fiction category was nowhere to be seen. Tentative joy and celebration!***
Thatâs when several usersâthe ones who had signed up for accounts to gain intel and had accessed their own fics that wayâreported that their work could still be accessed through their history. Relevant Reddit post here.
Soooâ
Weâre obviously not done. The fanwork that was stolen by Weitzman may be inaccessible through his website right now, but they arenât actually gone. And the fact that Weitzman wasnât willing to get rid of them altogether means he still has plans for them.Â
This was my final edit on my Reddit post before turning off notifications, and it's pretty much where my head will be at for at least the foreseeable future:
Please feel free to add info in the comments, make your own posts, take whatever action you want to take to protect your work. I only beg youâseriously, Iâm on my knees hereâto not give up like I saw a handful of people express the urge to do. Keep sharing your creative work and remain vigilant and stay active to make sure we can continue to do so freely. Visit your favorite fics, and the ones youâve kept in your âmarked for laterâ lists but never made time to read, and leave kudos, leave comments, support your fandom creatives, celebrate podficcers and support AO3. We created this place and itâs our responsibility to keep it alive and thriving for as long as we possibly can.
Also FUCK generative AI. It has NO place in fandom spaces.
THE 'SMALL' PRINT (some of it in all caps):
*Weitzman knew what he was doing and can NOT claim ignorance. One, itâs pretty basic kindergarten stuff that you donât steal some other kidâs art project and present it as your own only to act surprised when they protest and then tell the victim that they should have told you sooner that they didnât want their project stolen. And two, he was very careful never to list the IPs these fanworks were based on, so itâs clear he was at least familiar enough with the legalities to not get himself in hot water with corporate lawyers. Fucking over fans, though, he figured he could get away with that.Â
**A note about the AI that Weitzman used to steal our work: itâs even greasier than it looks at first glance. Itâs not just the method he used to lift works off AO3 and then regurgitate onto his own website and app. Looking beyond the untold horrors of his AI-generated cover âartâ, in many cases these covers attempt to depict something from the fics in question that canât be gleaned from their summaries alone. In addition, my fics (and I assume the others, as well) were listed with generated genres; tags that did not appear anywhere in or on my fic on AO3 and were sometimes scarily accurate and sometimes way off the mark. I remember You & Me & Holiday Wine had âfound familyâ (100% correct, but not tagged by me as such) and I believe The Shape of Soup was listed as, among others, âenemies to friends to loversâ and âlove triangleâ (both wildly inaccurate). Even worse, not all the fic listed (as authors on Reddit pointed out) came with their original summaries at all. Often the entire summary was AI-generated. All of these things make it very clear that it was an all-encompassing scrapeânot only were our fics stolen, they were also fed word-for-word into the AI Weitzman used and then analyzed to suit Weitzmanâs needs. This means our work was literally fed to this AI to basically do with whatever its other users want, including (one assumes) text generation.Â
***Fan fiction appears to have been made (largely) inaccessible on word-stream at this time, but Iâm hearing from several authors that their original, independently published work, which is listed at places like Kindle Unlimited, DOES still appear in word-streamâs search engine. This obviously hurts writers, especially independent ones, who depend on these works for income and, as a rule, donât have a huge budget or a legal team with oceans of time to fight these battles for them. If you consider yourself an author in the broader sense, beyond merely existing online as a fandom author, beyond concerns that your own work is immediately at risk, DO NOT STOP MAKING NOISE ABOUT THIS.
PLEASE check my later versions of this post via my main page to make sure you have the latest version of this post before you reblog. All the information Iâve been able to gather is in my reblogs below, and it's frustrating to see the old version getting passed around, sending people on wild goose chases.
Thank you all so much!
#fandom#plagiarism#AO3#speechify#word-stream#Cliff Weitzman#writers on tumblr#fan fic writing#AI plagiarism#independent authors#Ofek Weitzman#please share
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hey can you do me a favor and start that project that you wanted to work on please I am begging you to do the first step
literally only the first step
you only have to do the first step
PLEASE PLEASE I'M BEGGING YOU SO MUCH
like if it's an art project open your art software or gather materials
If it requires reaching out to someone just send that email or whatever
If it's writing please make an outline
etc etc you know what the project is please start it please PLEASE
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA PLEASE
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
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WHEREâS MY FUKING CAPO
#my post#funny#relatable#guitar#music#bjork#wait you can only have 30 tags the joke is much less funny if i donât have a fucking wall of the stuff i guess iâll just make this one reall#and 140 characters per tag this is stifling my creativity meh i was running out of popular tags anyway bjorkâs not that popular of a tag tho#tbh i was running out of inspiration after like the 4 tag this joke was not meant to be at least not by my hand and i guess it wasnât that f#unny either i cooled down real fast on that one you know what iâm pivoting this is no longer popular tags just my train of thought for as lo#ng as i feel like it the first few one might not even make sense when iâm done but who cares not me clearly it is quite annoying how i canât#use commas tho makeâs this harder to read than it needs to any way i lost my capo for like the third time my desk isnât even that messy but#donât know where else i wouldâve put it itâs not lying on any of my instruments either i probably put it quote somewhere i would remember un#quote but clearly i didnât iâm usually very good at remembering where i put things put the capo is the zone in between i use this often and#i use this every other year so i never remember where it is stored it is 1 am so i guess iâm going to bed soon anyway but still this is goin#g to annoy me until tomorrow i donât even need it right iâve had to remove so many tags the original joke barely makes sense anymore iâm kee#ping bjork tho you can pry her out of my cold dead hands not that i really listen to her music or know her i just like saying her name iâts#got good mouth feel and itâs fun to spell i didnât realize how long filling 30 tags would be whatâs 140 times 30 let me look it up 4200 this#makes this post my biggest project by like 3000 words the only time iâve written any meaningful lengths of texts was in college and iâm a dr#opout what 4200 characters not words silly little me makes a lot more sense now that i think about it iâm getting tired of writing so this m#ay end soon i would like to not go to bed at 4 am for a silly little post 2 people are going to read plus i am running out of ideas of thing#s to write i am very much not a writer writing scares me even writing lyrics for songs terrifies me iâve only manage to write lyrics for one#without getting too self conscious and imploding but iâm better at writing songs with vocals iâve never had anyone to write music with and w#ithout the ability to sing or write lyrics itâs been difficult the singing has been more or less remedied with synth v but the puter canât w#rite lyrics for meso until i get a lyricist friend i will have to toughen up you canât make art without making yourself known to those who c#onsume it but lyrics and poetry has always been 1 step too far for me tbh iâd rather spontaneously combust rather than let people know me i#do not look at my very numerous in stars and time posts and reblogs they are completely unrelated to this donât think about it oh look behin#d you thereâs a distraction oh youâve missed it i have been writing this for half an hour and i am getting so sick of it i revealed informat#ion about the inner machinations of my mind i have not done this since last time i saw a therapist 5 years ago this is fucked up what a self#impose writing challenge can do to you luckily this is the last tag iâm doing lucky me well this was fun this is going to end suddenly so do
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Iâve had an increase in rainbow aura with my migraines lately (I used to get them once a year, if that. Now, Iâve had it twice in one month) so Iâve become somewhat paranoid whenever something flashes over my vision.
Sometimes, it's just light reflecting off my phone, but it still makes me freeze up in a fear response when it happens because it usually means Iâve got about 20 minutes before Iâm in agony.
Apparently, this new paranoia extends into my dreams now, too, because I was running down a long corridor, aware that there was something behind me that I needed to escape, but all of a sudden, in my dream, rainbow zigzags consumed my vision, and I stopped, dead and went, âfuck, migraine.â
That's when I became aware of James Bond/Daniel Craig standing beside me, gun drawn.
âOh, shit. Do you need to lie down?â he asked while I stared at him.
I said, âWhat about the thing chasing us?â
âOh, donât worry about that, darling. If you need to lie down you can lie down. Iâll just kill them.â
I blinked at him for a bit, still winded from running then said, âSure,â starting to get to my knees, ready to lie down on the cold stone floor beneath us.
âSure?â
âYeah. Kill âem. Iâm just gonna...â I gestured vaguely at the floor. âBe right here, I guess.â
âYou can go upstairs, you know,â he said, loading a fresh clip into his gun. âThis museum has a hotel on top of it.â
âOh good,â I said, starting to suspect this was a dream and not Daniel Craig about to murder the people chasing me because I had a migraine. âIâll do that then.â
So I got back up and started climbing the stairs that looked an awful lot like the stairs in the Kelvin Grove Art Gallery, only to abruptly walk into Deathstroke and Nightwing doing their best to kill each other in the corridor of what was clearly a hotel based on the room service tray Nightwing was using to deflect projectiles.
They froze. I looked at them. They looked at me. âIâve got a migraine,â I said,
âShit, sorry,â Nightwing said, putting down his tray as both men stepped back to let me walk down the decimated corridor. âWeâll be more quiet.â
âRoom 13 is open,â Deathstroke helpfully informed me.
âIs there a body in it?â I asked, now leaning against the wall, less walking along, more sliding.
âNot anymore.â
âDo you need anything?â Nightwing asked, âpain killers? Ice pack?â
I waved them off and made my way into room 13 where David Jason dressed as Detective Jack Frost looked up at me from the book he was reading on the bed.
âThis is a dream,â he informed me.
âNo it isnât,â I said, despite knowing it was as I hobbled over to the bed and flopped down beside him. âAnd this room was supposed to be empty.â
âOpen, not empty,â corrected Jack Banon who had taken David Frostâs place, dressed like young Alfie from Pennyworth as he sat beside me on the bed, leaning back against the headboard. âThereâs a very distinct difference between the two. Oh, donât look at me like that. Who do you think moved the body?â
âI need to sleep,â I said, âif I can fall asleep, the migraine might go away.â
âThat's all right,â he said. âYou do that. Iâll make sure no one else comes in. Oh, just one thing before you do.â
He reached into his pocket and pulled out something I couldn't quite see and held it out to me. âYouâll need this.â
âWhat is it?â I said, my brain doing the dream thing where it refuses to read books or interpret numbers correctly. âI canât see, what is it?â
âOft, sorry. Canât tell you that. More than my jobâs worth.â
âYouâre job...â
âYeah.â and thats when he leaned over, stuck me with a needle and said, âNight night.â
And I woke up to the sound of @mothman-etd getting into the shower and Holly Mop wiggling under thre covers with me.
First words out of my mouth were, âWhat the fuck?â
And then I immediately pulled up Tumblr to write this down before I forget it because what the fuck.
Didn't wake up with a migraine though so... *knock on wood*
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âwe can't be friends (wait for your love.)â
[credits to @artofpan for the lovely art! title is taken from ariana grande's song, we can't be friends.]
summary. fortune favours the bold, so they say. but you're an awkward ravenclaw in yearning.
pairing/s. poly!marauders x reader (james potter x reader, lily evans x reader, remus lupin x reader, and sirius black x reader.)
word count. 11.4k
tags. childhood friends to ex-friends to lovers, fluff, minor angst, happy ending, not proofread we die like remus and tonks, also a bit of spice ;3
note. asdhjf while im working on the last part of the time traveller au pls enjoy this fluffy piecee ueueue
âTIS THE SEASON OF raucous jeering and gaudy paraphernalia in the corridors, the unmistakable scent of overly-polished brooms, mud trekking through the cobblestone floors, and jerseys soaked in sweat, rain, and grime after hours of vigorous training. The dreaded second week of school where arrogant fledglings end up in the infirmary on account of broken noses, dislocated shoulders, or sprained wrists.
In other words: Quidditch tryouts.Â
Youâre just not fond of the havoc wreaked in every corner and alcove of the castle. But to your relief, the library remains untouched through it all.Â
Needless to say, you absolutely hate Quidditch.Â
It is a fact you simply will not elaborate on. The skies are blue, the grass blades are green; you and the Marauders are as different as night and day.Â
On your way to the library, the last bastion of academia, you weave past the crowd in the courtyard corridor, ears ringing from the shouting match earlier in the Great Hall for breakfastâsomething about the Cannons versus the Magpies. Thereâs a pile of books shoved inside your leather satchel, painfully bumping into your hip with each step you take. You traverse through the Romanesque architecture, blissfully unaware of the misfortune to come.Â
âIf I study for Charms now, I can take a nap for the rest of the day,â You say to yourself, pensively tapping at your chin.Â
âWatch out!âÂ
You barely have any time to react before a Quaffle comes crashing straight into your face.Â
âMerlinâs hairy arseholeâfuck!â Thereâs a sicky sound of bones cracking, a dizzying flash of white before your eyes, and something viscous trickling from your nose down to your lips. Your hands fly to your faceâinstantly flinching when you catch a glimpse of your fingers dipped in blood. Your eyes grow wide in panic, chest rapidly heavingâitâs only now that you realize that youâre sitting on the ground, textbooks laying haphazardly around you, shoulders quivering from the adrenaline. The crowdâs concerned murmurs are lost in the cacophony of hysteria.Â
âMove!âÂ
To your rescue, is Alice Fortescue, a fellow prefect. She cuts through the onlookers of petrified first-years and nosey fifth-years. You have no doubt this incident will grace the schoolâs gossip column for the next few days. She grabs your arm and wraps it around her shoulder with ease. Youâd write poetry of her gallant display, but you were too busy moaning in agony. She utters a few incantations to stop your nosebleed from worsening, though thereâs not much she can do to help with the possible concussion.Â
âDid you know Bludgers used to be called blooders?â You mumble languidly, nearly crashing into one of the knight statues.Â
âI do now,â replies Alice, tightening her hold on your waist, the ghost of a fond smile on her face. (Sheâs missed you, actuallyâthree and a half years of radio silence. There used to be a time where running into you in the Gryffindor common rooms was an everyday occurrence. Even the Ravenclaw prefects knew where to look first if they wanted to find you.)
After what feels like an eternity of trudging through the castle, you finally reach the infirmary. The matron, Poppy Pomfrey, shrieks in alarm at the sight of your soiled blouse and blood stained lips. She gently ushers you into her hold, guiding you to a vacant bed. Alice hangs back, awkwardly shuffling her feet, gaze worriedly trained on you.Â
âYou may return to your classes, Miss Fortescue, thank you,â says Madam Pomfrey, tipping your head upwards and grimacing. âOh, good heavens, what happened?âÂ
Your head droops in her palms, blood trickling from the corner of your mouthâyou must have bit your tongue earlier. You blubber pathetically, âGot hit by a stray quaffle.âÂ
Wordlessly, Madam Pomfrey summons a vial from her stash in the cupboards. She hands the small bottle to you, uttering various healing spells under her breath with a deft expertise of someone whoâs been doing this for years upon years now. âThere,â says Madam Pomfrey, lips firmly pursed. âThat should help with the fractured cheekbones.â
Withâwhat?
As your eyes bulge out of your head, Madam Pomfrey looks over you once more, a floating quill at her side hastily scribbling on a parchment. âConcussion, mild blood loss, fracture in the cheekbones, broken nose cartilage.â She illuminates the tip of her wand, and moves it left and right in front of you. âHmm. Any nausea at all, dear?â
âThereâs a six point four chance Iâm going to get amnesia,â You whisper solemnly, head hanging low as your voice cracks from the unbearable pain. âI donât want to get amnesia.â
âThereâs no need for you to worry about that while youâre under my care.â Madam Pomfrey gently nudges you to lay on the pillow. She hands you a folded blanket. âRest now. Weâll keep you here until the morning in case your condition worsens.â
âI canât.â You groan, sitting uprightâMadam Pomfrey pushes you back onto the bed with a stern glare. âIâve got to study.â
âAnd Iâve got three other students to tend to. Mister Lockhart has been dealing with food poisoning all week.â Madam Pomfrey places her hands on her hips, sighing sharply. She jerks her thumb behind her backâthatâs when you notice that three certain people are staring back at you. Sirius Black and James Potter squeezing together in one chairâand miserably failingâand Remus Lupin, resting cozily on the infirmary bed with bandages around his arms and head. âAnd donât even get me started on this one.â
âYou love him, Poppy, donât lie.â Sirius grins wolfishly at the matron. You make out the sunken bags underneath his gray eyes, pale lips and his unkempt heap of dark curls.Â
Pomfrey huffs exasperatedly. âIt would be easier to wrangle a hoard of Hippogriffs than to keep you three out of the infirmary past visiting hours.â She spares you one last glance, nodding when she deems you safe and healthyâas can be, anyway. Gilderoy Lockhart rolls out of his bed, his cries echoing around the room, threatening to barf up his entire breakfast, and Madam Pomfrey is gone in an instant.Â
There is an awkward silence that envelops your side of the roomâyou roll over on your left, desperately ignoring the three of stares burning intensely into your back.Â
THE STORY GOES like this:Â
You know their names more than you know your own. Each morning finds them at the Ravenclaw common roomâs doorstepâwhile waiting, Lily, Sirius and Remus try to figure out the password as James attempts to brute force his way in. (He had actually figured out the riddle minutes ago, James would just rather play along with his friends.) The blue-tied prefects watch endearingly as one of their first-years rush out of the tower, squealing deafeningly, and jumps right into the lion cubsâ embrace. (Itâs not that Inter-House friendships are rare, itâs more common than one would think; usually, it just takes more time for the eaglets to break out of their shell.)Â
âI got a hundred and twelve!â You exclaim merrily, hair in disarray and eyes puffy from having just woken up. Lily grabs your hands; together, the both of you jump up and down, excitedly giggling in celebration of the success of your History of Magic essay. (You had ignored them for a day to focus on your homeworkâSirius did not like that at all. It wasnât as fun to play if one of their friends were missing. Gone off to study, of all things.)Â
The tale of your friendship may be an unsolved mystery to some, but to you, itâs like finding jigsaw pieces that perfectly fit together. Magic isnât only centaurs in forbidden forests, or ceilings bewitched to look like the night skyâsometimes itâs stumbling into a random train compartment and shyly offering your bag of assorted treats. Next thing you know, Lily Evans and Marlene McKinnon are constantly with you in the library, oohing and aahing over pages of the fantasy novels Lily had brought from the muggle world.Â
Thereâs rarely a day where you arenât spotted in a sea of red and gold. Except when youâve studied yourself sickâand the Marauders are never fond of that.Â
(âIâm sorry, she canât come down today,â says one of the fifth-year prefects, Lalita Burman, a rather tall girl with intricate curls, brown skin, and eyes that stare into oneâs soul. She wakes up to banging on the tower entrance, not even eight oâclock in the morning yetâon a Saturday. It doesnât come off as a surprise anymore when she opens the door to five red-faced children. âSheâs come down with the flu. Most of the firsties have, actually. Madam Pomfrey says theyâll get better by tomorrow but Alex and I have been running ourselves ragged looking after them.âÂ
James Potter narrows his eyes at her. âOkay. Then weâll go inside.âÂ
âMaybe we can help,â says Remus.Â
Lalita holds up her hand to stop them from barging in. âThatâs really sweet, but we canât risk any of you getting sick as well.âÂ
Sirius stands on his toes to spy past Lalitaâs shoulder, frowning when he finds nothing of importanceâor really, when he canât find you. He couldnât wait to call you stupid for getting yourself sickâyou just missed out on frog hunting. âThatâs alright.â He huffs, shoulders slumping dejectedly. âOur immune system can take it. Will you let us in now?âÂ
Her eye twitches. âCome back tomorrow.âÂ
With that, she slams the door in their faces.Â
The Marauders then declare you are never, ever allowed to get sick again.)Â
Your second year in the castle creeps up on you without you noticing.Â
âRemus Lupin, I am going to kill you!âÂ
No one bats an eyelash when you stalk up to the Gryffindor table, twelve years old and on a mission, fresh from the summer holidays. You slam your hands down onto the table, eyes ablaze as Remus stares at you, head resting on his palms, shaggy blond hair falling over his browsâno thoughts, head empty, just sheer adoration.Â
âHello there, stranger,â Remus says, grinning fiendishly. âYou look rather lovelyâdid you have a good holiday?âÂ
You scoff, pointing an accusatory finger at himâPeter watches at the scene with wide eyes, slowly chomping on his shepherdâs pie, not an inkling as to what was going on. âDonât try me, Lupin!â You exclaim sternly. âThat book you gave meâyou said it would have a happy ending! Tell me why I stayed up until bloody five oâclock in the morning crying me eyes out! You. . . youâ!âÂ
âWanker, dingbat, berk, git,â Lily supplies helpfully with an innocent smile, pulling you down to sit with her. âAnd my personal favoriteâtoerag.âÂ
You gape at the pretty redhead, jaw falling to the floor. âHow do you even know these words?âÂ
She hums nonchalantly, spreading blueberry jam onto her buttered toast. âA lady must arm herself with the necessary ammunition.â Lily points to a certain pair of boysâJames and Sirius are currently engaged in an eating contest, shoveling pancakes after pancakes inside their mouths; so far it looks like Sirius is winning. Lily sighs dramatically, rolling her eyes, âEspecially if she wants to survive that kind of company.â Â
âHim, even more,â says Lily, gesturing to Remus. âHe may be Professor McGonagallâs golden boy but I see right through him.âÂ
âWhat can I say?â Remus smirks, helplessly shrugging his shoulders. âIâm a monster.âÂ
Lily glares at him.Â
Then, you turn thirteenâthe dreaded age. Suddenly, youâre dealing with oily skin, acne, body odor, hair growing out of places you didnât even know could grow hair, hormones messing up the way you look at everyone elseâsomething awakens in you the day you see Dorcas Meadowes in the Quidditch pitch wearing a black sleeveless turtleneckâand hormones messing up the way you look at yourself.Â
Everything is starting to change.Â
You usually never blink twice when James wraps his arms around your waist, laying his head on your shoulder. Except this time, heâs gone from a gangly bean sprout, to a heartthrob with perfectly messy hair, newly defined muscles from his countless hours of Quidditch training, charming smile, eyes that one could get lost into for hours, and a tantalizing scent of mint and bergamot.Â
âAre you really not going to our game this Saturday?â James whispers in your earâthe five of you had been hanging out in the library.Â
You sigh. âCanât. Sorry.âÂ
âScared your House is going to lose to us, pet?â Sirius teases from where heâs sitting backwards on the chair next to you, engrossed in twirling locks of your hair around his finger.Â
You bristle at the nicknameâthey have been brazen with the endearments lately, youâve noticed. âItâs not like weâre going to win anyway,â You mumble, tapping your quill on the empty parchmentâthereâs never any work done while theyâre around. âThereâs only a sixteen point seven percent chance of Ravenclaw winning against Gryffindor.â
James wrinkles his nose, now sitting on the edge of the table. âPercent, shmercent. What matters is how everyone plays that day.âÂ
He kicks his legs against yours, pushing his glasses further up his nose. âSo, will you come watch?âÂ
âWe have that History of Magic project, remember,â You say defeatedly. âI need to get started on it this week otherwise Iâll be behind all the electives I signed up for this year.âÂ
Lily frowns, looking up from her own homework to glance at you in concern. âHow many did you even pick?âÂ
âAll of them.âÂ
âWhat?â Lily screeches in terror, suddenly rising from her seat to lean over the table. âHow is that even possible? How did McGonagall even allow that?âÂ
âProfessor Flitwick,â You correct, wincing when Lily and Sirius glare at you. âIt took a lot of convincing, but eventually I wore him down. All I had to do was rework some of my class schedules and promise him over a thousand times that my wellbeing wouldnât ever be compromised by my studies. Otherwise heâd take back his decision.âÂ
Remus doesnât seem all too happy. âNo wonder we donât see you at Transfiguration anymore.âÂ
âOr in Kettleburnâs class,â Peter pipes in.Â
âAre you sure itâs okay for you to be taking that many classes at once?â Remus grimaces, sharing a worried look with James. âThe limit is three, and even that is too much to handle.âÂ
âIâll be fine, donât worry.âÂ
(Peter knows a lie when he hears one.)Â
James tenses up, jaw tightening. âSo youâre saying youâre going to miss a game because of school? Like all the other times? Thatâs bullcrap!âÂ
Remus hisses his name in warning.Â
Tears prick your eyes instantlyâyouâve heard him speak like this when quarreling with Slytherins, but never to your face. âThat bullcrap means a lot to me, Potter. Youâd understand that if you took your studies seriously more than just going around and playing silly pranks on everyone!âÂ
James scoffs. âLike how you take us seriously? Did you know that Lily is the youngest ever to be invited to Slughornâs club? Yeah, she got the invitation last week. Did you congratulate her for that when she was staying up late with you to revise for your practical test in Herbology?âÂ
âIââ You stammer, guilt pooling in your stomach.Â
âNo, you didnât.â James sneers. âYou only see yourself. Do you know what Remus has been going through? Do you even care?âÂ
âThatâs enough, James,â Lily says vehemently.Â
âWell, if you think like that, maybe we all should just stop being friends!â You retort.
Before anyone else can reply, Madam Pince comes around the corner, and everyone falls silentâa tense atmosphere that threatens to choke you. With a heavy heart, you gather your belongings and run out of the library.Â
The months pass by, and Frank Longbottom wonders why he doesnât wake up at midnight anymore to find five students having a sleepover in the common room with a certain eagle, each of them trying to contain their giggles and failing. (One time, the Prewett twins had run down the stairs in panic, only to find you and Peter screaming from Remusâs theatrics in telling his ghost stories during an awful thunderstorm.) You no longer visit the Gryffindor table at breakfast, and they no longer wait for you after your classes.Â
âItâs probably just a tiff,â says Alice to Mary Macdonald. âTheyâll make upâthey always do.â Â
Mary nods, though unsureâwhile Peter is gut-wrenched about it all, the other four in particular seem like heartbroken puppies when you enter the Great Hall and barely acknowledge their presence.Â
The snow melts and time catches everyone unaware.
âI canât believe Iâm going to graduate and you idiots havenât made up yet,â Lalita sighs as she pulls you in for a hug. In a few weeks, she and the other seventh-years are due to leave; youâve grown real close with her over the past few terms. Her departure is going to be truly difficult for you to handle. âJust talk it out with them, okay?âÂ
You sniffle, holding onto her robes. âIâm trying, but theyâve been ignoring me, too.âÂ
Lalita squeezes you tighter. âDonât worry. These kinds of things have a way of sorting themselves out.âÂ
At the end of the term, you present your final project to Professor Binns. The ghost nearly returns to life. It was a research study on the Evolutionary Analysis of Magical RNA Manipulation in the Catalonian Fireball. Days after your paper is published, youâre featured on the Daily Prophet; dragon tamers and professors from Spain are owling you letters of praise and congratulations. It goes without saying that such a feat had naturally catapulted Ravenclaw to the top, ultimately winning the House Cup.Â
(But what you donât tell everyone is that youâre so severely burnt out after thatâto the point where you didnât want to ever pick up a textbook again. For the first time in forever, learning had become a chore, not a passion. Youâd been puking out of anxiety, hands trembling as you forced yourself to write on the parchment, the sides of your fingers constantly swollen and raw. Youâd study until four oâclock in the morning, and wake up an hour later to complete all of your homework. Youâve begun to masquerade as the ghosts of Ravenclaw Tower; lifeless and indifferent. Xenophilius and Pandora fuss over you, but you just lock yourself in your room and say: âIâm tired.â
Perhaps, it is why Professor Flitwick isnât surprised when you withdraw from most of your electives.Â
âThe pursuit of knowledge is a rewarding journey,â says Professor Flitwick on the day you visit his classroomâhours away from needing to be on the train platform. He sighs and sets his spectacles on the table. âBut it is a perilous one, too. I trust that you have understood the consequences of your actions. As a teacher, I can only offer guidance when it is needed. The other professors may disagree, but I find the best learning method to be, what is it the kids sayâfuck around and find out.âÂ
You snort.Â
Professor Flitwick chuckles, quite pleased with himself. âIf I may be so bold as to leave you with another piece of homework, I would like to ask you to truly enjoy the holidays. I hear the summer is a time for discovering new things about oneself, for new beginnings and growth. After all, learning does not happen only within the castle grounds.â)Â
Later that day, you board the express, purposefully choosing the farthest compartment where you know theyâll be staying in. You share the cabin with two people whose names are Regulus and Narcissa Blackâthis is the first time youâve ever met them. Narcissa shares her green tea flavored candy with you. Afterwards, you spend the rest of the ride back to Kingâs Cross asleep.Â
(Right before the train arrives, Remus is nervously searching for you in the crowd of people.Â
âWeâve got to say goodbye, at least.â Lily nibbles on her lower lip uneasily. She once joked that she could find you anywhereâas if you two had a red string tied around both your pinky fingers. Now, it seems youâre too far away for her voice to reach you.Â
James drops his head down in shame. âI never got the chance to apologize.âÂ
âSheâll appear somewhere,â says Sirius unwaveringly with a nod, taking Lilyâs heavy suitcase from her as steam whistles are heard in the distance. âShe could be in our special compartment, waiting for us right now.âÂ
âAre you sure?â Peter questions dubiously.Â
âOf course I am, sheâs my best friend,â Sirius counters resolutely. âSheâs there, I can feel it.â)
Youâre fourteen when you return back to the castleâyou hadnât touched a single book throughout the summer, but you find yourself well-rested; you learn how to swim from your mother; staying up all night to accompany your family dog as she gives birth to seven beautiful puppies, and scratching yourself on the bark of sycamore trees with your poor attempts at climbing.
You find out that you donât like Arithmancy at all, strongly preferring Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures. Youâve also garnered a curiosity for Ornithomancy, the oracle reading of birds.Â
This year, you signed up for the Gobstone club, despite your unfamiliarity with the game. Itâs led by a Slytherin girl named Haerin Seong. (Itâs properly read as Seong Hae-rin.) She has pin-straight hair, a sharp nose, and the mouth of a drunken sailor.
You also decide that you want to become a professor after Hogwarts. The groundskeeper, Rubeus Hagrid, belly laughs when you declare this to him one afternoon, right in the doorway of his hut.Â
âWell, go on then!â Hagrid bellows, patting you on the head. âAnyone who tries ter stop yeh has got ter go through me!âÂ
On the dawn of your fifth-year, an owl delivers a prefect badge to your doorstep. Your father, born and raised as a Muggle, doesnât understand the significance of this, but he cries harder than you on that Sunday morning. (âMy child is a prefect!â He sobs into the telephone after dialing your auntâs number.)Â
The fresh batch of Ravenclaw firsties arenât the only new additions to the castle. According to the gossip mill, James and Lily are finally dating, so are Sirius and Remus apparently. (Then, months later, everyone would be shrieking about how theyâre all dating. )
You hear of the news as you guide the first-year eaglets to their next class. Youâre climbing up the spiral staircase when you see the Quidditch pitch through the window. They look like flying ants from this distance. You can imagine the wind in their hair, the tense muscles as they chase after the Quaffles, the crowd roaring in their ears, victory within their reach if they just fly fast enough.Â
You hate the way you envy themâhow easily they soar up in the skies while you watch from below, much like a flightless eagle, shackled by your own shortcomings.Â
You hate Quidditch.
Itâs bound by no rules, unpredictable and barbaric. Most of all, it looks down on the cowardly.Â
In your sixth year, you have your first kiss with a boy named Augustine Fenberry. Itâs extremely short-lived and awkward. You date for three months until itâs unanimously agreed that you two are better off as friendsâuntil you catch him laughing about you with his mates in an empty corridor, saying that you were clingy, too much, and needed to learn how to shut up. (You wonder if thatâs why they grew tired of you, too.)Â
You handle him with a quick, âEntomorphis.âÂ
Itâs probably one of the more cruel jinxes; Augustine bawls piercingly as he grows antennas atop his head, the spell forcing him to get on his hands and knees; his friends hover around him in panic, but all Augustine can do is chirp like a grasshopper in the night. You wonder if youâve gone too far, but Haerin tells you thatâs exactly what Augustine isâvermin.Â
You also, with great satisfaction, deduct thirty points from his Houseâwhich happens to be Ravenclaw.Â
(Nobody knows this about Peter, but heâs nimble on his feet, a bit of a wallflowerâand he is now the newest editor of Hogwartsâs newspaper column, The Golden Snidget. By the next day, everyone knows what heâs done. Argus Filch, whoâs in charge of his month-long detention, should be the last of his worries. Peter sympathizes with the wizardâbut only for a fraction of a second. Because itâs not even the werewolf Augustine has to be scared of, not the pureblood heir who could ruin anyone with just a lift of his finger; not the Quidditch prodigy with a sharp mind, knowing a thousand ways to seek revenge.Â
Itâs Lily Evans.Â
âGo near her again and Iâll rip your balls off!â Marlene flips the bird to the group of cowering boys. âMatter of fact, if you treat anyone like that again, I will come for your bloodline.â
âFucking toerag!â Lily wildly swings the Beaterâs bat she had stolen from the Quidditch changing room. âIf you even look at her, Iâll hunt you down and shove this up your arseâuntil you feel it in your throat!âÂ
Peter shivers in fear. He didnât ever want to be on the receiving side of Lilyâs wrath.Â
âThis is the same girl who cried for an hour when she saw the ducklings in the Great Lake separated from their mother,â says Remus, horrified.Â
âHonestly, I feel so, so conflicted whether to find this terrifying. . . or attractive,â James whispers to Sirius.
âAttractive. Definitely attractive,â Sirius responds breathlessly, all eyes on Lily.)
Gryffindor wins the House Cup that year, to no oneâs surprise. You find yourself clapping along with everyone else, but canât help it when your gaze drifts to the left-side of the Gryffindor table. You watch as Sirius lifts Lily in the air, her giggles somehow louder than the thunderous cheering, pressing a loving kiss to her lips. James stands on the table, encouraging everyone to sing more of his praisesâthereâs a split second where his eyes find yours, you look away immediatelyâas Remus covers his face with his palms, flushed from all the attention. After James, Remus had won the most points for their House.Â
They seem completeâa puzzle that never really needed another piece. (You miss them, heartachingly so.) Maybe it was for the best that all of you drifted further and further apart. You now forget the way they call your name. Â
And so, the story ends just like that.Â
YOU HAVE FOUND yourself in a very tricky position.Â
Itâs past midnight when you wake upâyou nearly scream bloody murder when James, Lily and Sirius materialize out of thin air. They stare back at you, frozen in place, unblinking for the last twenty seconds.Â
âOh God, Iâm hallucinating.â You cry to yourself, wrapping your arms around your waist. âI hit my head and now Iâm seeing things.âÂ
âNo, no, no, no,â James stammers, shaking his head. âItâs an invisibility cloakâsee?â He wears the cape, then abruptly takes the cloak offâhis body disappearing and reappearing in time with his actions. âNot hallucinating, I promise.âÂ
âThatâs even worse,â You say hoarsely, on the verge of hyperventilating. âY-Youâre out past curfewâvisiting hours are over. Someone could catch you. Madam Pomfrey will have your heads.âÂ
Remus chucklesâhe had missed your voice so bloody much. He barely contains his grin when you glare at him. (Finally, after three years, you look his way again.)Â
âWe snuck in here to see you all the time,â Sirius tells you, the corner of his lips tipping into an overfond smile. âAt some point, Poppy just stopped trying to keep us out.âÂ
âYeah, I guess.â Your gaze falls to the floor as you mousily toy with your fingers. The infirmary falls painfully silent. Again. You clear your throat. âAnyway, IâI should get going.âÂ
âOh.â Lilyâs expression turns crestfallen, words cracking from the thick lump wedged in her throat. (This is the first conversation sheâs had with you in yearsâone that isnât awkwardly bumping into one another with shallow, hesitant greetings, before you scurry off like a timid squirrel.) âR-Right. But why donât you have dinner first? We brought some from the feast andââÂ
âThanks, but Iâm not hungry,â You rasp, slipping into your shoes and throwing your cardigan over your shoulders. (More than anything, you want to hug Lily and congratulate her for making Head Girlâbut you have to wonder if itâs too little, too late; if the distance between you and her is too great to try and cross.)Â
You toss Remus a wary glance. There used to be a time where you could say anything to him, and now it feels like ice-cold hands are stapled over your mouth. âFâFeel better soon.âÂ
âThanks.â Remus coughs.Â
Siriusâs eyes bounce from you to Remus, mentally ripping his hair out from exasperationâthis whole thing is going nowhere.Â
You sprint out of the infirmary without a word, hands trembling from the nerve-wracking encounter inside. You take a moment to catch your breath, to shove your heart back inside your ribcage, as you lean sideways on the wall. Itâs like running into a pack of wild chimeras in the mountains bare-handed.Â
âThat was so scary.â You breathe out deeply, clutching the front of your shirt tightly.Â
The loud call of your name slices through the hallway and you jump in fright.Â
Luckily, itâs just Jamesâbut just James sets your heart aflutter and your knees wobbly even after all this time. He bridges the gap between you in quick, long strides; murmuring your name once more like a prayer. âHey,â James says quietly, as if afraid to spook you off.Â
You gnaw on your bottom lip anxiously, tucking your hands inside your pockets. âHey.â
âListen, I just wanted to sayâback in the library, all those years ago. Iâm sorry. Really bloody sorry. Sirius decked me in the face that day, which I definitely deserved.â James nervously scratches the back of his head. âIt was stupid of meâand I never should have said any of those things. I know itâs been years since then, you donât even have to forgive me. But I just wanted you to knowââ
âItâs fine, James.â You cut into his rambling, having already forgiven him for that day. âReally. Water under the bridge.âÂ
In fact, some of what he had said made you realize how much you isolated yourself without even knowing. âAnd, Iâuhm.â You take a deep breath. âIâm sorry, too.âÂ
James widens his eyes, then instantly shakes his head. âItâs alright. Youâre alright.â
A dark red blush spreads from his neck to his prettily carved cheeks. âSo. . . uh. . . are we okay?âÂ
âWeâre okay,â You say and he exhales deeply in relief. âAnd James, I. . . I. . .â
âYeah?â Thereâs a hopeful lilt in his voice as he takes one more step towards youâachingly patient, but thereâs a sense of urgency and desperation.Â
âIââ You look away and the words fizzle out in your throat. âNever mind.âÂ
I just wanted to say Iâm sorry for what I said that day. I miss you more than life. Thank you for staying by my side all those yearsâfor being one of my best friends. You make me feel safe, James Potter. You are one of the most intelligent and caring wizards I know. How anyone can think otherwise is baffling to me. Iâm sorry if I donât let you know that more often.Â
âSee you around, James.â With that, you turn and leave.Â
Perhaps, some things are better left unsaid.Â
(So why is your heart shattering into a million pieces?)Â
âTODAY, WE ARE GOING TO be interpreting messages from the divine!âÂ
On a lovely Friday morning, Professor Nasenyana drags the class out to the grounds for a hands-on Divination lecture, the groundskeeperâs hut within sight. He unlocks the barn nearby, where flocks of various bird species take to the skies instantly. Heâs a rather eccentric fellow with one of the friendliest smiles youâve ever seen. Most of the Ravenclaws are also star-struck, hanging onto his every word. As it turns out, Nasenyana is a graduate from Uagadou, the top school for Astronomy and Divination.
âOrnithomancyâ!â He proclaims, flashy cloak billowing, startling some of the Gryffindors from their sleep. âIt is a form of divination that looks into the behavior of birdsâcelestial creatures blessed with the ability to traverse through the heavens and the earth. But, you see, it is more than that. It requires utmost concentration and mastery. To pass this class, you will need toââÂ
âI told you we didnât miss anything important!âÂ
âPads, shut up.âÂ
Sirius and Remus come rolling down the hill. Remusâs robes are disheveled, whereas Siriusâs tie is loosely hanging around his shirt, sleeves folded up. They nearly crash into Professor Nasenyanaâwho doesnât appear to be pleased with their tardiness. You notice Remusâs flushed cheeks, the sweat running down the sides of his forehead, and the pinkish bruises on the column of Siriusâs neck.Â
Lily chortles.Â
Oh.Â
You blush deeplyâthat is so none of your business.Â
âMister Black! Mister Lupin! So nice of you to finally join us.â Professor Nasenyana exclaims. âI trust that it wonât take you thirty more minutes to find a place to sit?â He gestures to the assembly of students sitting down on the grass, some shielding the sunlight from their face with the Divination textbook, and others transfiguring their school robes into a picnic mat. âTake your seats, gentlemen.âÂ
âAnd that is five points from Gryffindor. Each.â Professor Nasenyana declares just as Remus and Sirius plop down on the closest patch of grass to them.Â
Which happens to be right beside you.Â
You pour all your attention on the teacher, and not how warm Sirius feels next to you.Â
âAs I was saying,â Professor Nasenyana continues, hands folded behind his back, eyes gleaming with anticipation. âIn order to pass this class, you will form groups of three where your task is to read each otherâs fortune based on the information presented to you and document your findings. Everything you need for interpretation is in your textbooks. You will hand this assignment in after the winter holidays. I expect excellence from each and every one of you. Failure to comply will result in a Dreadful.âÂ
Gilderoyâs arm shoots up in the air.Â
âShall I guess your question, Mister Lockhart?â Nasenyana grins blindingly. âYour groups will be determined by fateâthose closest to you will read your fortune, and you theirs.âÂ
He lowers his arm with a bright blush.Â
You, however, are frozen in place, sitting cross-legged on the ground with a robe strewn over your lapâyou even hold your breath from the shock. Fate must be mocking you right now. Spending the next few weeks in close proximity with the boys who held your fragile, little heart in their hands.
How fun.
Not.
FOR THE FIRST TIME in forever, you donât pay attention in Charms.
The thought of working with Remus and Sirius haunts you so much that you burrow your head in your arms for the entirety of Professor Flitwickâs lesson. Your seatmate, Xenophilius, watches in horror as you flub the enunciation for Ascendio. Thankfully, no one is accidentally flung into the airâexcept for Gilderoy who is unfortunately blown away from his chair.
âSorry.â You twinge empathetically as he climbs back onto his chair, glaring at you.Â
Xenophilius nudges your shoulder, whispering, âAre you alright?âÂ
âPerfectly fine,â You respond hurriedly, almost choking on your spit. âWhat ever gave you the idea that I was not fine? Iâm bloody fantastic even. The sun is shining, fishes are swimming, and thereâs not a single thing out of the ordinary in my life.âÂ
âItâs cloudy outside,â Xenophilius says impassively. âAnd Lockhart is looking at you like youâve just attempted murder.âÂ
âLockhart always looks like that.â You brush him off with a wave, busying yourself with flipping the pages of your Charms textbook.Â
Xenophilius pokes you in the side. âYou are avoiding the subject. Is it because of Lupââ
âAscendio!âÂ
This time, itâs too perfect of an incantation that even Merlin weeps from his grave.
At the end of class, youâre greeted with yet another surprise. Just as you leave the classroom, you find Sirius and Remus standing in the corridor, so absorbed in conversation that they donât notice the sixth-year girls giggling as they walk byâeither that, or they have had plenty of practice when it comes to ignoring attention from the entire student body. Itâs not like you can blame everyone elseâtheyâre a duo carved by heavenâs finest.Â
Sirius realizes instantly when you walk out of the doors. He smiles blazingly at you, instantly rising to his feet, hands shoved inside the pockets of his trousers. You canât believe this is the same boy whoâd give you piggyback rides down the hallway. Dark layered curls tumble messily past his shoulders, a smidge of dark liner around his eyes, multiple piercings in his left ear. Heâs grown taller, certainly more confident, too.Â
âReady to go, pet?â He asks, as if casually inquiring about the weather.Â
âGo?â You echo, nonplussed. âGo where?âÂ
âBirdwatching, obviously.â Sirius grins devilishly before grabbing your hand and leading you to the courtyard, Remus hot on your heelsâwho, for some reason, now has your bag hanging from his shoulders.Â
âD-Do I even get a say in this?â Truthfully, you had thought that you could finish the project without meeting up. Ever. You even think of collaborating with them via owl; staying far, far away from one another. So that none of you get hurt again, and you donât risk another heartbreak.Â
âNot one bit, darling.â Sirius looks back at you and winksâthis cheeky bastard!
Youâre in a daze by the time the three of you reach the middle courtyard. Sirius happily plonks down under a tree, further unbuttoning his shirt until a hint of a tattoo peeks outâyou gape. Remus chuckles before urging you to sit as well, before he settles on your other side.Â
âThis is nice,â says Sirius as he leans his head against the tree trunk, eyes closed. âBloody missed this.âÂ
âMissed what?â You dare to ask, heart hammering in your chest.Â
He opens one eye, cheek dimple flashing. âBeing by your side.âÂ
âOh.âÂ
One does not respond to that, actually. One just simply passes out and fades away.Â
And as you typically do when facing hardships in life, you ramble about homework. Clearing your throat and staring straight at the earthworms crawling out of the mud, you say, âSo, about our project. . .âÂ
âI was thinking we could get started on it next Saturday,â You splutter, fiddling with your fingers. âOr I could start on everyoneâs reading and weâd put it on paper sometime next monthâbut I could do that myself, too. I-If you wanted. Just so that itâs easier for everyone. We really donât have to rush, honestly.âÂ
âProcrastinating on schoolwork?â Remus laughs heartily with a slow shake of his head, stretching his long legs on the ground. âWho are you and what have you done to our best frââÂ
The word falters on his tongue, and his smile fades into a somber line.Â
To save everyone from the awkward tension, you carry on, ignoring the way Sirius stiffens, âIf you want to start early, I can head to the library after lunch to find some books on Ornithomancy. The more references we haveââ
âWhat happened to us?â Sirius interjects gravelly.Â
You let out a deep sigh.Â
You suppose this conversation has been a long time coming, given lions and their stubbornness.Â
âItâs simple,â You say gingerly. âAfter that. . . that day, the distance kept growing and growing until we went our own separate ways without looking back.âÂ
A single teardrop slides down your cheek before you can stop it. âYou changed. I changed, too. The difference was, you all had each other while I had no one.â
(Though Pandora and Xenophilius were the truest and most honest friends one could ask for, they didnât hold your soul captive the way they did.)Â
Sirius stares at you as if you had just spit acid; a thunderstorm forming within his gray eyes, his jaw locking painfully.Â
âYou donât really believe that, do you?â Remus asks softly, leaning forward to offer you his handkerchief. His voice sounds strangledâas though your words physically torment him. He pulls away just as your gaze falls on his.Â
âThatâs what happened, though. But I suppose it doesnât really even matter anymore.â You flinch away, electrocuted from his touch.Â
Thereâs a stretched silence that blankets the three of you. It carries on for a few minutes, the breeze flowing by, and the slow, clamorous bell chiming in the distance. Youâre about to speak up when Sirius breaks the quietude first.
âBe ready,â He says decidedly, looking straight ahead.Â
âFor what?â You ask in disbelief.Â
Sirius drags a hand through his hair with a loud exhale. He rests his elbows on his knees, chin carelessly set on his palm, eyeing you intensely. âWeâre going to prove you wrong from now on.âÂ
âWhat exactly are you going to prove?âÂ
Sirius chuckles, coiling a strand of your hair around his finger. âThat itâs always been you and us for life, princess.âÂ
Merlinâs saggy balls.Â
THE GRYFFINDOR TABLE descends into a coalescence of wide eyes and rapid, hushed whispers when you arrive sometime during dinner. Itâs not out of your own volition, of course, but your own duty and responsibility as prefect to return the handkerchief that Remus had lent you earlier this afternoon. You hoped it would be a quick in-and-out; dishing out more forced smiles, and some half-baked banter until you could finally run away, tail tucked between your legs. Like most things in your life, it does not go the way you want.Â
âYou could keep it, if you want,â says Remus, hesitantly taking the embroidered cloth from you.Â
If the world knew how many trinkets Remus Lupin had gifted you during your friendship, you would be swimming in goldâand cursed letters from his devoted fangirls.Â
âThatâs alright. Thank you.â You placate him with a crooked grin, the words spilling from your lips like a jumbled mess. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Gideon and Fabian Prewett nudging each otherâs shoulders whilst pointing at you, keeping their heads low. You have no idea what thatâs about.Â
âWell. That is all. E-Enjoy your dinner.â You nod, mentally patting yourself on the back for not passing out in the den of lions. âGoodbye.âÂ
Though the Ravenclaw table is placed next to Gryffindorâs, you have the bright idea of sitting with your backs to them, lest you engage in a round of cloddish staring contests with the Marauders. Just as you pivot on your heels, ready to make it to Pandoraâs side, an achingly familiar voice calls for your name.Â
âWait!â Marlene is partially out of her seat, bright blonde hair in a loose, messy braid; hand outstretched, as if reaching out to you. Her pale cheeks blossom with shades of scarlet as she receives miffed glares from the students nearbyâsuch is the curse of a Gryffindor; if this were a fantasy novel, they would be the perfect protagonist. âWhy donât you eat with us? F-For old timeâs sake. Itâs been so long and I really would like to catch up with you.âÂ
Your resolve nearly crumbles. This is the same girl who would bring sweet candies in her pocket in case you got hungry during class. But, if this were a fantasy novel, you would only be an extra; fated to walk a path so different from the likes of James Potter and Lily Evans.
âMaybe next time,â You say, unconvincing to even your own ears.Â
FROM ACROSS the Great Hall, another conversation is taking place.Â
âI am telling you, Minerva, I caught them talking again in the infirmary,â says Poppy Pomfrey to her fellow teacher, a spry grin on her kind face.Â
âPoppy, as Iâve told you, I do not make a habit out of discussing my studentsâ personal lives,â McGonagall replies tiredly, slicing into her dinner plate of steak and kidney pie. She pauses for a few moments, before pushing up her spectacles with a wrinkly smile. âBut, perhaps, Iâll let this slide just this once. Tell me all about it. Iâve also heard thatââÂ
âACTA NON VERBA.â
Deeds, not words.Â
Truly a befitting password for the House of bravery and recklessness. The Fat Ladyâs portrait gasps in delight, raising her champagne glass to you. Seconds later, the Gryffindor common room is revealed to you. (Most of the Ravenclaw prefects have the House passwords memorized, in case they encounter a lost student outside the dormitories who has forgotten the passcode. It happens more often than one would like. Although it isnât just first-years who are often stuck outside. Youâve stumbled upon Frank Longbottom many times before in a heated argument with the Fat Lady.)Â
âOh!â Alice, bundled up in a red scarf and a wooly jumper, is startled to find you at the entrance. She breathily says your name, eyes crinkling as she smiles widely. âWhat a pleasant surprise! Oh my Godsâitâs so nice to see you again. Howâs the head? Last time I saw you, you were bleeding everywhere.â
âI didnât get amnesia. So that was good.â You head inside the room, instantly enveloped in a familiar warmth, a welcoming hug as if you had never strayed far. âThank you. For that day, I mean. For bringing me to Madam Pomfrey.â
She waves you off. âDonât mention it.âÂ
âBut. . .â Alice cocks her head with a conniving smile. âDonât tell anyone else this, but when James found out it had been the Gryffindor teamâs co-captain who hit the Quaffle your way, I heard James put him through some intense training. He mustâve had to run a hundred laps around the pitch for a week straight. Poor guy even had to wash everyoneâs jerseys without magic.âÂ
âWhat?â You shriek. âBut it was just an accident. Surely, James wouldnâtââ
Alice tweaks your nose with a chuckle. âOh, for you? He would.â
You have the strangest urge to throw yourself out of the tower.Â
You cough into your first, desperate to shift the conversation topic otherwise youâd spontaneously combust. âS-So, whereâs Remus? We agreed to work on our Divination project hereâif thatâs alright with you and the others, of course.âÂ
âHa!â Alice exclaims, palming her forehead. âSo thatâs why the tower stinks of flipping perfume.â She snickers at your bewildered expression, before engulfing you in a bear hug. âItâs so good to see you. Youâre welcome here anytime, you know that.â
âThank you, Alice.â You squeeze her back, giving yourself just this one time because you really did miss her.
Alice takes a step backwards before roaring loud enough to shake the ceiling. âRemus!â
âGet down here! Your girlfriend is waiting!â
You break out in a coughing fit. âI am not his girlfriend.âÂ
âNot yet.â Alice winks at you, patting your cheek before skipping out the common room.Â
You hear the heavy footfalls of someone coming down the stairs. Moments later, you see Remus Lupin beaming at you, casually dressed, hair damp and tousled over his brows, broad shoulders stretching his white top, and fluffy, mismatched socks over his feet. He walks over to you in record speed.Â
âYou came,â He says huskily.Â
âI did.âÂ
âYou look beautiful today.â Remus grins wolfishly, dimples poking out of his cheeks, flecks of light in his hazel eyes.Â
You blink owlishly, dumbfounded. You peer at your clothesânothing fancy or experimental. âThis is how I normally dress, though.âÂ
âI know.âÂ
Remus smiles, swiftly taking your bookbag from you. (Alice was right. He smells like a basket of green apples, old leather tomes, and sandalwood. Not that you mind.) You follow him to the couches by the fireplace.Â
âWhereâs Sirius?â You look around the common room as you sink into the red sofa. Thereâs a pair of third-years playing chess, a young girl feathering her hand across the bookcase; sunlight streaming in from the tall windows.Â
But no sign of Sirius Black.Â
âMiss me, did you, love?âÂ
Sirius chuckles into your earâyou jump out of your skin, clutching at your knees in fright.Â
âMerlinâs titsâ!âÂ
You gasp for air while Sirius and Remus laugh at your expense. âYou fucking wanker!â You grab one of the quilted pillows as Sirius jumps over the back of the couch. âYouâre an idiot, Sirius Orion.âÂ
âThere.â Sirius flops right down on the sofa; his hair tied up in a low bun, silver rings around his fingers. âNow you donât look so bloody scared and nervous around us. We donât bite, you know.â He pauses, then grins devilishly at you. âUnless you ask.âÂ
You slap your palms against your lap. âAnywaysâ!âÂ
Nostrils flaring as you take a deep breathâthis is going to be a long day. You begin setting the parchments, feather quills, and Divination textbooks on the coffee table, along with a notebook where you had written some observations during the week. âWhen we were outâermâbirdwatching the other day, I noted down the birds that flew by for our readings. For Remus, it was a flock of Firecrests. AndââÂ
âIâm very sorry, loveliest love, but none of this makes any bloody sense to me.â Sirius goes through the Divination volumes you had checked out from the library, wrinkling his nose in distaste. âTea reading, I can tolerate. But studying bird droppings really isnât my thing.âÂ
You glare heatedly at him, oddly defensive about the subject. âWeâre not studying bird droppings, you plonker. Thereâs so much more to Ornithomancy than what meets the eyes. You see, nature connects everything. From the number of birds you encounter, to which direction they fly, their pattern of flight, down to the colors of their wings.âÂ
You point to the glaring page from Snallygasters and Omens: Vol. 1 where a picture of a Jobberknoll jumps out. âThis bird flies to the east because the east governs new beginnings and warm springs after winter. Blue wings symbolize reliability. One day in the future youâll be tasked with a huge responsibility. A family could entrust their godson to you, who knows? You have to be clear-headed, Sirius. Your emotions can get the best of you if youâre not careful.âÂ
Without even pausing to breathe, you say, âRemus. The firecrest. Smallest bird in the wizarding world, but will dare to fly higher than any other creature, even the king of birds. The firecrest and its flock were flying to the south that day, Remus. To the place of passion and life. Love. Beauty.âÂ
âSo itâs. . . itâs more than just bird droppings!âÂ
By the end of it all, your chest is heaving, fingers trembling with adrenaline; Remus and Sirius gazing at you with stars in their eyes, devotion pouring from their growing smiles. (Oh, how their hearts beat for you.)Â
Sirius tips your chin with his knuckle, leaning closer until you feel his breath on your nose. âWelcome back, princess.â
NIGHT FALLS WITHOUT anyoneâs permission. James, Lily, and Peter make their way back to the Gryffindor tower, patches of sunburn on their nose after spending the entire day outside observing bird flight patterns. Like Sirius, Lily has her mind firmly set against the philosophies of Divination; the mumbo jumbo not really all that comprehensible to her. As they enter the common room, her hand in Jamesâs, theyâre greeted by a rare sightâone that Lily didnât think she would see again.Â
Sirius is sitting on the floor by the fireplace, wand tucked behind his ear, a pile of books at his side, his brows contorted in frustration as he drowns in the pages of When Fortunes Turn Fowl. He presses his finger to his lips when his silvery eyes fall on Lily and James, jerking his head to the scene across him.Â
Lily fails to bury her smile when she sees you snoring away at Remusâs lap, his fingers absentmindedly knitting through strands of your hair. The space is bedecked in loose pages with scribbled notes on them and ink stains on the carpet.Â
âI take it you three got further along than we did,â Lily whispers as she kneels beside Remus, softly nudging his chin as she captures him in a fond kiss.Â
Remus smiles into her lips. âA monthâs worth of progress, at least. Thanks to this one here. I donât think Iâll ever look at a bird the same way again.âÂ
âWho knew our little eagle had a knack for Divination?â Lily chuckles, gaze softening as she delicately drags her knuckle down your cheek. âItâs getting pretty late. Should we wake her up?âÂ
Remus shakes his head. âNo. Let her sleep a bit more.âÂ
Selfishly, Lily agrees. She traces the tip of your nose, the pillows of your lips, before retracting her hand with a long sigh. âWe used to talk about anything and everything until the sun rose. Now, it seems like I can never catch up to her no matter how fast I run.â
âLilyââÂ
âDonât worry,â says Lily. âI am nothing if not stubborn. Sheâll know my wrath soon.âÂ
Sirius snickers. âHow charming.âÂ
The fire crackles and you mumble something, deep in slumber, shifting in Remusâs hold, âOnly one percent. . . of the worldâs population is . . . is naturally redheaded.âÂ
âIs that right?â Lily grins from ear to ear.Â
Just you wait, Lily is going to sweep you off your feet.
(Something she should have done years ago.)Â
âIS THAT A new jumper?â
Pandora simpers knowingly, heterochromatic eyes uncovering your every secretâthe beads in her long braids click as she keeps in time with your brisk pace. She teasingly pulls at the oversized sweater. âIt looks good on you.âÂ
You narrow your eyes at her, watchfully twisting your arms around your waist. âIt was cold this morning, alright? Remus lent it to me. Itâs not a big deal. Itâs what friends do, right?âÂ
âSo, youâre friends now?â Pandora muses. âWell, thank the Gods, because it has been excruciating watching you tiptoe around one another. It only took you lot three years, but itâs better than never, eh?âÂ
âWilderwood! No magic in the corridors! Thatâs five points from Slytherin!â You bark at the stubborn fifth-year who grins sheepishly at you, before you reply to Pandora, an ache forming at the back of your head. âItâs complicated. Everything was sort of awkward in the beginning.âÂ
You think of last night, how Sirius was especially keen on making you laugh every few seconds; Remus would inch closer to you, head nearly on your shoulder as he peeks at the notes youâve jotted down. You could barely think straight in their presence. Then, you remember waking up earlier this morning, James sprawled all over Sirius and Lily on the couch; Remusâs nose fully buried in his drawing book.
âBut. . .â You trail off, remembering Remusâs arms around you as he sent you off, careful not to wake the others. (âI am a selfish bastard, pet,â He whispers into your hair, âIâm sorry, but let me steal this morning from them.â)
âItâs like coming home after a long day.â
âBrilliant!â Pandora exclaims, roughly laying her hands on your shoulders as she ushers you past the cobblestone walkway and into the grassfield, where the Quidditch Pitch rests in the near distance. You hadnât even realized that you were a little ways from the castle already. âTell them that!âÂ
âWhat?â You squawk. âAre you mad, woman?â
You hear the sound of brooms zipping by at an unimaginable speed. The crowd clamors over the announcerâs intense commentary. Your legs feel like theyâve been jinxed to feel like jelly. You hate Quidditch.Â
âGRYFFINDOR SCORES! â Thatâs one-hundred and twenty in all! â Still no snitch yet! Hurry on, Potter! Mulciberâs got nothing on youâ Ow! Professor! â Fawley heads for the goal! â Great deflect by Black! â Bletchley misses! â Another point for Gryffindor! We might as well end the game now!â
âMr. Prewett!â You hear McGonagall scold into the charmed megaphone.Â
âSorry, Minnie! Anyway! â Mulciber and Potter race for the Snitch! Potter reaches out! â Surprisingly good manoeuvre from Mulciber! â Come on, James! â Heâs almost got it! â Itâs right there!â
You wait with a bated breath.
The crowd goes absolutely wild.
âPotterâs got it! â GRYFFINDOR HAS WON!âÂ
âGo on now, treasure. Before the Wrackspurts get inside your head again.â Pandora urges you forward, dusting the invisible creatures off your shoulders. As you take one step into the field, fireworks of gold and scarlet light up the sky, the Gryffindor teamsâ cries of victory shake the ground; you hear Fabian screaming into the megaphone. Your fingers go numb. âDonât let another day go by without expressing your heart,â says Pandora into your ear, almost a gust of wind if you hadnât been paying attention. âGo to them. They are waiting for you.â
âBut what if they arenât?â You watch as the sun descends on the Gryffindor team lifting James in the air, Golden Snitch in his gloved hand. Sirius catches Lily by the waist, twirling her up high; her smile more dazzling than any other gem youâve seen. As James is set back down on the ground, he snatches Remus unaware and bends him down for a fervent kiss.
âDora, what if Iâm the only one who feels this way? I canât do that to them. What are the chances that Iâll ruin everything? That would hurt more than anything.â
Pandora cups your cheeks and lays her forehead on yours. âYou wonât ever know unless you go out there.â
With that, she pushes you into the Quidditch pitch.Â
You swallow the lump in your throat, ears ringing from the crowd chanting Jamesâs name, and your heart pounding in fear.Â
âJ-James. . .â You call out weakly as he drowns in the sea of students.
Perhaps itâs a sign.
This really wasnât a good idea.
Love is a foolâs game.
Donât you get it? They donât need you in the picture at all.
âN-No!â You shout, chest heaving. If everything happens for a reason, maybe you were meant to meet in that train compartment all those years ago. Youâve lost three years with them already.
If you donât go to them right now, you could lose a lifetime.Â
If bravery is for the reckless and arrogant, youâre prepared to be the most depraved witch in the castle just to stay by their side.Â
âJamesâ!â
âGo, go, Gryffindor!â
You bite your lip in frustrationâbut you canât just give up. Not now.Â
Once more.
âJAMES FLEAMONT POTTER!â
Please.
Time stops as you stand at the edge of the field; James whips his head around and finds you instantly. The glow of having just won a match doesnât even compare when his eyes land on you. He pushes past his team members and some of the Gryffindor students, his gaze unwavering, some of them call out his name but he doesnât bother looking back. Before you even know it, he stands in front of you, breathing heavilyâbut not from the rush of the game.
âYouâre here,â He says, eyes disappearing into his smile. âBut you hate Quidditch.â
âI do.â You grin wearily. âBut I love you more.â
Without even giving James the chance to speak, you ramble on, hurricanes whirling in your stomach, âYouâre a bloody brilliant wizard, James Potter. Iâm sorry I couldnât tell you that before. I see you. I see all of you. How could I not? I love you. I think Iâve loved all of you before I knew it was even love. Itâs alright if you donât feel the same wââÂ
James grabs the back of your legs and hoists you up, tendrils of hair falling over his glasses as he beams at you. The sun canât even dream of competing with him.Â
âPut me down, James, I am going to hurlâ!â
He spins you one more time for good measure before placing you on the ground. James barely gives you a second to gather your bearings as he seizes your lips with his own, hand cradling the back of your neck.Â
âYouâre here,â He says, unable to believe his very eyes, gently chasing after your lips, breaths mingling until you donât remember where either begins or ends. âDonât leave. Please.â
âI wonât. I wonât.â You promise breathlessly as James pecks the tip of your nose, the arch of your eyes. âIâm not going anywhere.â
âBeautiful.â He kisses you until youâre gasping for air. âAnd all ours.âÂ
Thereâs not a moment where you donât feel loved, not even when he lets you go, and itâs Lily who encompasses you in her arms, bright hair filling your vision; you willingly burn in the warmth of her body. The mellow scent of pomegranates and red roses fill your nose. You see a never-ending horizon of kindness in her emerald eyes. (How could you have stayed away for so long?) Itâs like finding a missing piece of your soul that you never knew that was lost.Â
Lily laughsâit sounds like an orchestral symphony. Her gaze cascades to your lips, the prettiest of smiles on her face; she cradles the curve of your jaw with utmost sincerity, a few drops of tears shimmering against her freckled skin. âMay I?â
âPlease.â You feel her breath tickling your lips, deftly pulling you in for a kiss until all you can feel is her. She consumes every inch of you, and you are happy to surrender, heart and soul.Â
âYou must be the thickest Ravenclaw Iâve ever met,â says Lily, giggling as she kisses you once, twiceâthrice.Â
âAnd that means?â You scoff lightheartedly.Â
She steals another kiss from you. âThat means: I hope you know that we have loved you ever since, you daft witch. That Iâve loved you all this time. And now that youâre ours, we are going to make sure you remember that. Every single day for the rest of our lives.âÂ
You smile, holding onto her hand, dizzy with a hundred emotions. âI wouldnât have it any other way.âÂ
(Your Divination project is a point lower than Lily, Peter and Jamesâs, but you find that itâs the luckiest fortune youâve ever had.)Â
EPILOGUE:
âI LOVE QUIDDITCH!âÂ
You are twenty-two years old, nose bitten from the chilly air, lounging in the best seating area the Quidditch World Cup has to offer; an unobstructed view of the players. The match is between the Brazilian and Japanese National Quidditch teams. Much to Sirius and Jamesâs chagrin, your cheek is painted in yellow and green stripes, the vibrant flag around your shoulders.Â
You scream along with the crowd, nearly spilling your Butterbeer popcorn, as the Brazilian players enter the vast stadium. You ardently shake Lilyâs shoulders. âThatâs him! Thatâs him! Lily, itâs Brazilâs youngest ever Seeker! VinĂcius Silva! I watched a replay of his matches and heâs got a seventy-eight percent win rate!â
âWatch out, love, youâll fall off the edge if you arenât careful,â Lily says worriedly.
âHis fastest record for catching the Golden Snitch is ten minutes and thirty seconds! Heâs won Most Outstanding Player in the Junior Division twice! Iâve got a good feeling about this teamâI knew those auguries were a lucky sign.âÂ
âThe only Seeker you should be obsessing over is me.â You hear James grumbling behind your back, stealing a kiss from Lilyâs lips before pressing his mouth to your cheek. âAnd you bloody well know that Japanâs Chaser, Kurosawa, is going to steal the limelight in this match. An average possession time of thirty seconds per play. A beast, that one.âÂ
You wave him off, more confident in your statistics. âDid you place my bets? Iâm telling you, weâre going to be rich.âÂ
âYes, darling,â He says, utterly loving his role as the dutiful husband.Â
Moments later, Sirius appears at his side, fussing over your scarf, and kissing you just because. âCan we take off your bloody hat now? I think you just blinded Malfoy and his little blonde gremlin.âÂ
âIsnât that a good thing?â You simper fiendishly before smacking his arm. âAnd donât call your nephew that.âÂ
Sirius grins.
You pull at one of his curls. âBesides, if youâre good you can take off everything later tonight.â
He pulls you in for a deep kiss, hand at your waist, nose brushing each otherâs. âAnd that is why I love you, dear wife.âÂ
You pout, albeit seeing right through his white, little jape. âTruly?âÂ
Sirius lands another kiss to your forehead. âAre you doubting me, loveliest love of my life? The lighthouse in my ocean storms. The apple of my eye. Fire in my loinsââ
You slap a hand over his mouth. âI get it, thank you, my love.âÂ
Sirius beams from ear to ear. âGlad to have eased your doubts, darling.â
Thirty minutes into the match, Remus arrives, dressed in a muted gray suit, light brown hair flopping over his eyes. He greets everyone with a tired kiss.Â
You immediately wrap him in a hug, nuzzling your nose into his neck. He had a particularly difficult full moon some nights ago. You press a tender kiss to the scar right below his jaw. âHow was work? Did you bring my binder? It has my lesson plan for next week, I donât want to return to the castle unprepared, andââ
The newest Defense Against the Dark Arts professor squeezes your waist. âWork was fine, pet. And no, I didnât bring the papers because right now we are not working. We are going to watch Brazil win the bloody match and get right home to Harry after.âÂ
You, the newest Divination teacher of Hogwarts, tug him by his necktie, smiling coyly. âSounds like a wonderful plan to me.âÂ
BONUS:Â
âREMUS!â
The empty classroom is filled with soft, fervid moansâtwo professors especially drunk on the taste of each otherâs lips. Youâre seated on the desk, Remus wedged between your thighs, his hand inching dangerously higher and higher; the other hand slipping under your shirt and thumbing the bare skin underneath. He captures your whispers and mewls with his lips. Jackets and ties are tossed carelessly to the side.Â
âSo fucking beautiful.â He nips at your lower lip.Â
âRem. . .â You whimper, tugging at the strands of his hair. âRemusâplease!âÂ
The door to the DADA classroom slams open and you two detangle from each otherâs embrace in record speed. As you pat down your hair, Remus draping his blazer over your shoulders, you watch Lily and Harry stalk over to you in lengthy strides, reaching the both of you within seconds. You clear your throat, awkwardly averting your gaze from your sonâs precious eyes; Lily, a moment away from throwing her head back in laughter.Â
Harry, fourteen, and not at all ignorant to what couples do in the castle alcoves, sees the ruffled hair, the lipstick over his fatherâs cheeks and neck, and his parentâs misbuttoned blouse.Â
He grimaces. âYou two are disgusting, you know that right?âÂ
You guffaw, pinching his cheek. âNow, is that any way to greet the person whoâs changed your diapers since you were a baby?âÂ
Lily cackles from Remusâs side, fixing the collar of his shirt. âHarryâs got a bit of a problem. Go on, tell them, my love.âÂ
Harry immediately throws his hands in the air, groaning frustratedly. âItâs Ron! He thinks I put my name in the bloody Gobletâ!âÂ
âWhich, I will still be having a word with Dumbledore about,â You say decisively. Youâre not about to endanger your son. The Minister of Magic and the Headmaster be damned. They can also take it up with your husband, James, Head Auror of the Magical Law Enforcement department.Â
âAnd now Ronâs not talking to me, Hermioneâs not talking to me because Iâm not talking to RonâColinâs following me around everywhere I go! Iâm going mad, mum!â Harry slumps on one of the empty chairs, huffing. âStupid bloody tournament.âÂ
You chuckle as you walk over to him, feeling an odd sense of dĂŠjĂ vu. âTake it from me.â You press a warm kiss to his forehead. âTalk to them, otherwise youâll lose time that was meant to be spent together. It doesnât matter who was wrong or who was right. Itâs important that you have the courage to reach out. Theyâre your friends. They will understand your heart soon enough.âÂ
Harry blinks. âThanks.âÂ
He exits the classroom in a daze, heavily pondering on your words.Â
The door clicks shut, and Lily wordlessly locks the entrance. She turns to you and Remus, a sultry grin on her ruby red lips. âWhat are the chances we Floo home, and invite Sirius and James to join us?âÂ
You take her outstretched hand. âA hundred and twelve.â
a/n. i wasn't satisfied with the angst here.. so expect a hufflepuff!reader and enemies to lovers next time (i promise to do better in the next fic aaakfsh) tell me what u thought of this one EUEUEU HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS FIC!! heart heart
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Inked Desires
Pairing: g!p Natasha x fem! Reader
Tags Minors DNI: smut, Natasha has a dick, also covered in tattoos w/ piercings, buff out of this world, she's hot okay, cunnilingus, handjobish, unprotected sex, breeding yup, alcohol at the beginning
A/N: I'm cheating and putting these two requests together, oops! This is my first time writing something like this, so please be gentle. Also, would really love some feedback on this so I know for the future to either write more like this or just tell me to stop now. Thanks so much for reading and thanks for the requests!! đŠľ
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"Here, take this!" Your friend says over the loud music, handing you another cup half filled with a mixture of liquor.
You don't question her and take the cup from her, drinking it down in only two gulps. Kate laughs and cheers as you do, doing the same with the cup she held.
By now, you were a few drinks in, and the house Kate had dragged you to was full of people. This definitely wasn't your type of scene, but as you danced among the bodies in the lowlit living room, you couldn't help but feel grateful she had.
As your hips move against your friend, she leans over to your ear. "She's staring at you again," Kate laughs, and your eyes move to the corner of the room.
There was the stranger of the night, a tall woman who stood out, whose green eyes had been watching your every move since you walked in the door. Her muscular arms were covered with art of all kinds, disappearing up into the sleeves of her shirt. She brought her red cup to her lips again, her face mostly hidden from the light.
Instead of replying, you only continue to dance, this time keeping eye contact with your stranger. The woman watches as your hips sway, your hands traveling your own body as you move to the music. It doesn't take long after that before she's finally striding across the room, standing a head taller than most of the crowd.
When she reaches you, you can finally see the rest of her gorgeous face. Above her sprightly green eyes, you noticed a piercing on her eyebrow, a few on her nose, and one on the bottom lip of the smirk she gave you. As she stands in front of you, you literally have to look up at her, and you realize she was much more toned up close.
"I'm just gonna grab another drink!" Kate raises her voice above the music for the two of you to hear.
"I'll catch up with you later!" You shout back to which she only laughs and shoots you a "Yeah, right," before walking off.
You turn your attention back to the stranger.
"Hi," she smiles.
"Hi," you reply curiously.
"I haven't seen you here before. What's your name?" She asks. Her eyes shamelessly roam the soft features of your face and the curves of your body.
"Y/N... this is my first time here. What's yours?" You ask with a blush on your cheeks. She tucks back her red hair behind one of her ears, revealing to you even more piercings.
You don't know if it's the alcohol or the feeling the stranger ignited in your chest, but you feel compelled to step forward and rest your hand on her muscular bicep. Your finger traces the tattoos that littered the skin there.
"Natasha," she says with a smile. "Wanna go upstairs?" A cock of her eyebrow with the piercing sticking out is enough to get you wet.
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As soon as the door closes, the two of you are on each other, kissing feverishly. Her hands are under your shirt, touching your skin as she lifts you against the door. Your legs wrap around her hips, and you smile against her lips at how easily she lifted you. She was strong. You could feel her muscles under her tight shirt, squeezing you impossibly close.
But when her tongue slips past your lips, you gasp and pull away, a string of saliva pulling between your mouths.
"What's wrong? Do you need to stop?" She asks with a concerned expression. You look at her with wide eyes.
"No - no, I'm fine, it's just. Is your tongue...?" You didn't know how to ask. She chuckles and ducks her head before looking back at you. Natasha lets her tongue slide across her top lip, and it's then your suspicions are confirmed.
"Split, and yes... it will feel better," Natasha says in a cocky tone, her lips attaching to your neck as she carries you to the bed. You feel your back hit the soft mattress, and she lets go of you to remove your shirt.
"I want to see them all," you breathe out and run your finger over the skin on her arm. She smiles and pulls back, taking off her shirt to reveal she was completely covered. "They're beautiful..." You let your eyes take in the sight of the art, your hands tracing the dark lines and over the grooves of her abs. Natasha is a God.
As she continues to undress you, she kisses as much skin as she can, her lips soft and wet with every touch. When she gets to your breasts, you feel her tongue spread, taking your nipple between the two halves and sucking it.
"Oh- oh fuck," you moan out, suprised at the unfamiliar feeling and how good it felt. Natasha hums and lays you back, kissing down your stomach. When she spreads your legs she looks at you with hungry eyes, seeing how wet you already were.
"All this for me, baby?" She asks, letting a finger move up and down your wet folds. Your body shivers with anticipation. The way she looked at you, the way she looked, you were willing to let this stranger do absolutely anything to you.
"All for you.." You husk back, watching her split tongue wet her lips again.
Natasha kneels down at the edge of the bed and puts your legs over her shoulders, her hands grip your thighs tightly.
"How fucking lucky am I then?" She smirks up at you before placing soft, teasing kisses on your thighs.
You feel her mouth attach to your clit, and the heat in your stomach burns hotter. She licks up your slit, groaning as she tastes you.
"Fuck you taste so good," Natasha moans and let's her tongue lick up to your clit. She let's the two halves spread and rub against you. The new feeling makes you arch your back, your head thrown against the comforter.
"G-God Nat, that feels so good!" You moan and try to squeeze your thighs, but her grip kept your legs spread as she continued to eat you out. The sounds of her mouth against your wet pussy were the most sinful sounds you had ever heard, and the moans leaving your mouth were sounds nobody had ever elicited from you before.
She groans against you, the vibrations causing even more pleasure. "That's it baby," she says in between licks, "Want you to cum all over my face." Natashas tongue moves in two different ways, the coil in your lower stomach twisting up.
Your hands grip the comforter as she moves quicker, and the coil begins to unravel as you come undone
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," your back arches again and your legs tremble around her head as you let out a pornographic moan. Natasha hums agaisnt you as you come, her hands not flinching to hold your thighs apart.
She licks every drop, her tongue swirling around your sensative clit one more time before she lets go and stands up. "Come here," Natasha commands, and with a dizzy mind you sit up, trying to catch your breath. She bends down to take your jaw, kissing you rough and sloppily. You forces you to taste yourself, and her tongue pushes in your mouth, wrapping around your own tongue.
You can smell your own arousal on her face, feeling it wet your nose and lips. You blush, almost embarrassed with how wet this stranger made you.
"Now lets see how well you can ride my cock," Natasha chuckles and pulls back to remove her remaining clothes. Your eyes are settled on her breasts, unable to remove them from the piercings on her nipples. When you can pull yourself away from the sight of the silver metal against pink, you look down to see her remove her underwear. She was hard, painfully hard just from eating you out.
She tosses the boxers in the corner where other random clothes lay, and you gave her a curious look. "It's my room, don't worry. Didn't even know you were in my house, did you, love?" Natasha strides back to the bed and sits with her back against the headboard, pulling you closer to her.
"No, I didn't. I'm sorry... my friend kind of dragged me out tonight," you say with red cheeks, and she kisses you desperately.
"Thank God she did," Nat mumbles against your lips. She lets out a groan as your hand reaches between the two of you to lightly grip her cock, and you could feel how she was already throbbing for you. You begin to move your hand up and down slowly as the kiss turns sloppy, her tongue sliding yours between hers. Natasha revels in the feeling of her in your soft hand, your delicate fingers moving along the veins of erection.
"Shit - that feels so good," she moans into the kiss as your hand movements speed up. Your thumb swipes across the tip, precum dripping out already. You smile at the low moan that leaves her lips and continue to jerk her as you kiss. "I need you, please. Fuck I need to be inside you," she begs, and the sound of her begging was something you wanted to hear again. You take her lower lip between your teeth, sucking on the piercing before letting go with a 'pop'.
"I wanna ride you so bad, Nat.. I'm so wet for you," you whisper and let your kisses trail down to her sharp jaw. You feel her cock twitch in your hand as you speak and she grabs your wrist to stop your hand movements, panting as she does.
Natasha turns you around quickly, groaning at the sight of your ass as you straddle her lap and let her hands guide you onto her thick cock. You slide down slowly, letting out a moan when you feel her filling you up.
"Just relax baby, you're so fucking tight," she mumbles as she watches herself slowly disappear inside of you. She let's out a low moan as she feels your hot cunt swallow her, the back of head hitting the headboard when she feels your walls squeezing her. The feeling alone was enough for her mind to sever ties with reality, the only thought was you.
The sensation has that coil tightening inside of you again. You rest your hands on her toned thighs for support, relishing in the way her muscles flexed underneath your fingertips.
Natashas' hands continue to guide you, and after you had adjusted to her large size, you begin to grind yourself down on her lap.
"Just like that baby, fuck... feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock. You were just made to take me," she groans, her words only driving you to move your hips faster.
Her large hands move to your sides and up your body, groping your skin as she starts to move her hips up to meet yours. The two of you find a rythem together, and soon you find yourself willingly bouncing on her cock. Her hands moved to gather your hair, wrapping it into a fist in her right hand. She tugs on it and pulls your head back, a loud moan leaves your lips at the feeling.
"You like it when I'm rough with you, don't you?" She smirks, tugging your hair again.
"Yes - god, yes, Nat!" You whine as her lips find your neck. She bites down hard on your pulse point, surely leaving a mark, and leaves hot open-mouthed kisses along your skin.
"I know you do, you little slut. Fucking dripping on my cock. You feel how easy I slide in and out of you?" She says and with her left hand she grabs your jaw. "Answer me."
"I'm so wet, you make me so wet," you whine again, feeling her fingers move between your teeth. You suck hard as you look in her eyes, your tongue swirling around spit dripping down your chin. When you bite down, it surprises her, but she only chuckles darkly.
In a second, Natasha had let go of your hair and pushed you down face first onto the mattress. You gasp at the sudden emptiness, but soon after, she's lifting your hips and sliding into you again. Both of you moan at the feeling of how deep she goes.
"Christ, it doesn't matter how long I fuck you. You're just - so - fucking tight," she grunts in between words, her cock drilling you into oblivion. With every thrust you can hear the bedframe hitting the wall, and you can't help the pitiful noises that leave your mouth.
"Fuck I'm gonna cum," You rasp out. A sharp slap on your ass makes you whimper as you feel it begin to sting.
"No, shit, hold it in," Natasha warns. You feel the pressure of her body move on top of you. The piercings on her breasts rub against your back with each powerful thrust, and her arm moves underneath your neck to hold you tightly.
Natasha grunts in your ear as she pounds into you, letting out a moan when she feels your slick cunt tighten around her length. "I'm almost there, baby. Are you gonna be a good girl and come all over my cock?"
You nod the best you can in her tight grip, only able to get out a "Yes," in between gasps.
"You feel so good, Y/N. You want me to cum inside you? Fuck- I wanna fill up your tight little pussy so bad..." She groans against you and her words send you over the edge.
"Oh god, Nat! Please fill me up, please," you beg her, and just the thought of it is enough to let go. Your orgasm ripples through your body, sending shockwaves of pleasure to your core.
Natasha moans loudly as she feels you coating her cock with your cum, and she can no longer hold back. "Fuck- Y/N!" She groans and you whine as you feel her hot load spurting inside of you, her cock twitching as she slows her movements. "Take every.. last.. drop.." She pants as she thrusts a few more times.
The two of you stay like that for a while, her cock inside you as she stills above you. Your head rests against her arm as you attempt to catch your breath. When she removes herself slowly, and you wince at the soreness and empty feeling. Natasha lays next to you and you turn on your side to face her.
"Hi," she chuckles at the exhausted features on your face.
"You just fucked the life out of me and you're going to say... 'hi' ?" You laugh, suprised to see a blush on the strong womans cheeks as she laughs along with you. Your hand reaches out, resting on her stomach and tracing the lines of her tattoos again.
After the two of you clean yourselves up, you begin to dress yourself, feeling her eyes on you as you pull your shirt over your head.
"You don't have to go, you know. I'm not like that," she says gently, and you look up to see her pulling on a pair of jeans. You smile at her kind demeanor and walk over to her.
"I have to take my friend home," you say and lean up on your toes to kiss her cheek. She has to bend down for you to reach her lips, but she doesn't complain.
"Well, maybe I can take you out sometime," Natasha smirks and rests her hands on your waist. You nod as you look up to her.
"I would love that.." You reply honestly, wanting nothing more than to get to know her and count the endless tattoos that cover her body.
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âtrick or... tricked?
in which : you save a strikingly handsome vampire, not knowing he would get attached to you in more ways than one.
pairing : aventurine x gn!reader
wc 1.5k, vampire aventurine in celebration of spooky month, lots of flirting (re: dialogue), reader implied to be shorter than him, ofc he bets lol, art by @/shizuart, reblogs r much appreciated!! enjoy <3
for @stellaronhvnters ongoing event; the prompt i ended up w was vampire ^^ @staarri sighs i miss writing for aventurine.
you have no idea why aventurine has taken such a keen interest in you.Â
all you did was help a poor vampire in need. you saw him slumped against the cold stone of an alley one night, weakened and vulnerable; his pristine clothes torn and his blond hair dishevelled.Â
you stepped closer despite the little voice in your head telling you to mind your own business. vampires werenât known for displaying vulnerability so openly, yet there he was âbarely holding on, his gaze hazy as he drifted in and out of consciousness.
out of some misplaced sense of dutyâor perhaps it was pityâyou knelt beside him, offering your help. at first, he brushed you off, pride keeping him from accepting anything. but as the blood from his gashes continued to seep through his clothes and his breathing grew more laboured, he had no choice but to relent.
tearing a piece of your sleeve off to use as a bandage, you quickly tended to his wounds. heâs surprisingly compliant, letting you clean the gashes without complaint, except for the occasional groan whenever you applied the antiseptic.
rummaging through your bag, you pulled out a bottle of water and pressed it against his lips, watching as he gulped down the liquid eagerly. his eyes flickered with relief as the cool water met his dry mouth; and you noticed the way his shoulders relaxed, the tension visibly easing from his body.Â
after making sure he was somewhat stable, you stood up to leave. though you didnât expect him to thank you, and you certainly didnât expect him to latch on to you like this.
you take it back.
maybe you shouldnât have helped him. who would have known he would become so⌠attached?Â
you have tried everything. changing your routine, leaving town, even staying inside for days at a time, but none of it worked. he lurks in the shadows, leaning against a wall as you pass by, catching your gaze across a crowded room with an infuriating smirk.
you hoped, prayed even, that your indifference would drive him off. that maybe, if you didnât acknowledge him, heâd lose interest, move on to someone else.Â
though you couldnât be more far from wrong.Â
("aventurine, why are you always here?"
his eyes flicks down lazily to meet yours, a hint of surprise in them. slowly, he set his cup down and smiles.
"why sweetheart," his voice is smooth, amused. "iâm just enjoying the view.")
heâs patient, maddeningly so, with a persistence that makes it hard to ignore him.
you catch glimpses of him out of the corner of your eye âa flash of pale skin, a figure too still in the crowd, but every time you turn to face him, heâs gone, only to reappear moments later, closer than before.
how frustrating.Â
âi know youâre there, aventurine.â
a moment passes, then he steps into view, a relaxed smile on his lips that stirs something within you. âyouâre quite observant tonight,â he replies, a teasing lilt in his voice. âi was beginning to think you preferred to ignore me.â
you cross your arms, âi donât prefer anything about this situation, you keep showing up uninvited,â you retort, yet your heart betrays you, fluttering at the way he leans closer, the scent of him intoxicating.
âuninvited, sure. but unwanted? i'm not so sure about that." he chuckles softly, his voice like velvet, eyes gleaming as they meet yours. âi think,â a sly grin tugs at his lips, his fangs just barely visible beneath them, âyou're more intrigued by me than youâd like to admit.â
the roll of your eyes does little to hide the faint blush creeping up your neck. âyeah yeah whatever,â you mutter, glancing away to regain your composure, but even the sun rising on the horizon seems to pale in comparison to the heat radiating from your cheeks.
âiâll catch you later tonight, sweetheart.â he calls over his shoulder as he disappears into the early morning light, âtry not to miss me too much while the sunâs still out.â
you quickened your pace, weaving through the streets, desperate to put distance between you and that haunting smirk. but the faster you move, the closer aventurine seems to get, his footsteps silent but ever-present.Â
ânot now, aventurine,â the words came out sharper than you intended. âiâm running late for my date,â your breath hitching from the strain of trying to outrun him.Â
âa date, huh? is that what you call it?â he pushes himself off a nearby post, âand here i'm starting to think you enjoy my company."
"enjoy? not even close." you shoot a glare at him over your shoulder, before quickening your pace again. âwhy do you even care anyway?â
âbecause i do,â he replies simply, you can feel his gaze boring into your back. âyou helped me when no one else would. itâs only fair i return the favour.â
you stop short, your heart racing in a way that has nothing to do with running late.
ââand you donât seem to hate the idea of getting involved with someone like me.â
âsomeone like you?â you echo, incredulity spilling into your tone. âwhatâs that supposed to mean?â
aventurine shrugs, his presence still lingering close behind you. âvampires donât exactly have the best track record, you know. most people would steer clear of me.â
you raise an eyebrow, âand yet, here you are, shadowing me like a lost puppy. so, what do you really want?â
he straightens up, the glimmer in his eyes brightening. âi was wondering how long itâd take for you to ask." he saunters closer, reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from your face, his cold fingers lingering near your cheek.Â
âletâs make a deal.â
âa deal?â
"a bet, if you will," he corrects himself, his voice dripping with amusement. "it's simple. if you win, iâll leave you alone, for good.â his lips quirks upward, before continuing. âbut if i win, i get to taste you.â
your heart lurches at the word, dread pooling in your stomach. blood. he wants your blood, right? what else would a vampire want?
you swallow hard, thank aeons he can't see your face right now. âfine. whatâs the bet?â
he leans in close, his breath warm against your ear. âletâs see how well youâve been paying attention." you barely have time to react before his hands gently close over your eyes from behind, blocking your vision entirely.
âtell me,â his voice a low whisper, âwhat colour are my eyes right now?â
your pulse quickens. well, theyâre usuallyâ
âmagenta and cyan,â you mutter instinctively, the words slipping out before you can even think. aventurine chuckles softly, his lips brushing dangerously close to your ear as he speaks. âwrong answer, sweetheart."
his fingers remain gently over your eyes, his cold touch pushing your already racing heart into overdrive. "then, whatâs the right answer?" you ask, your voice barely a whisper.
âtheyâre red tonight,â he replies. you perk up âhow am i supposed to know that! you canât just change the colours on a whimâŚâ
âah ah, you lost the bet.â
taste⌠your throat tightens at the thought, your mind went straight to the worst-case scenario âa sharp bite that would sap your strength and leave you utterly drained.Â
his body presses against your back as he tilts your chin up gently, and you meet his gaze. yes, theyâre definitely red tonight âa striking shade of crimson, blood red. he looks down at you, a devilish grin spreading across his face, a smile so dangerously alluring, so handsomely wicked.
âughâŚâ you shifted uneasily, though you tried to play it off as indifference. "just make it quick and painless." you turn your head slightly to the side, exposing your neck.
aventurine blinks, taken aback for a moment. "oh?" he drawls, his voice dripping with mischief. "no, no, sweetheart. i donât want your blood."
confusion flickers across your face as you stare up at him.
"i want a kiss.â
aventurine leans against the doorway, an amused smile dancing on his lips. âlooks like someone forgot about their date,â he teases, his eyes glinting with that familiar blend of magenta and cyan âsuch beautiful eyes with vivid hues of twilight, too mesmerising for a beguiling being.Â
ânever had one in the first place,â you murmur, your words holding a hint of resignation.
he tilts his head as the corners of his lips curl up. âreally? then⌠can i be your date instead?â
you blink, caught off guard; your heart stumbles in your chest, and for a moment, youâre lost for words. you look up, meeting his gaze. thereâs something different, something softer about the way he looks at you.
âa little late to be asking, donât you think?â you manage, your voice quieter than before, the space between you feels a lot smaller than it did just moments ago.
âbetter late than never,â he says, his voice low and sincere. âbesides,â he continues, his thumb brushing gently against your hand, âwhoâs to say a night with a vampire wouldnât be better?â
you laugh lightly, âyouâre too confident for your own good.â even as the words leave your mouth, thereâs no real bite behind them.
he leans in, his voice barely above a whisper, his breath soft against your ear. âand yet you havenât said no.â
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no textbooks here â JJK
Summary: being a model in the art class was common for you, but this time, you gave a chance to be the female model in biology class. it was for educational purposes anyway, how far could it go?
Pairing: male model jungkook x female model oc
Genre: Smut
Warnings: human sexuality/ biology class au, university au, voyeurism, unprotected sex (DO NOTTT unless you wanna be a mama) public sex, sex ed au, nipple stimulation, cock stimulation, kissing, multiple orgasm f, missionary, riding, cumming inside, no use of contraceptives specified, shy jk at first, they both are so cute at the end.
Word count: 5k+
Writer: ririđŞľ
Writerâs note: omg its finally here! i was thinking to write smth ab this ever since i read a voyeurism smut ab sex ed and i hadddd to write one. i love how cute jk is. i love the scenes where they well⌠get passionate. too cute ahhh. lemme know if you liked it. to be added in the taglist, fill the google form given below or leave a comment!
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You paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before nervously pushing open the classroom door. The soft creak of the hinges seemed louder in the stillness, amplifying your unease. As you stepped inside, your eyes immediately scanned the room. It was as you expectedâempty, save for one person seated at the front: Mr. Jung, the lecturer you had been told about. His presence was commanding but gentle, his smile warm and welcoming, like a ray of sunshine on an otherwise dreary day.
âCome in, come in!â he called out with a bright tone, his gaze locking onto you as you hovered awkwardly in the doorway. His voice had a way of cutting through the silence, easing some of the tension you hadnât realized you were carrying. You stepped forward, your footsteps quiet but deliberate as you made your way to his desk, each step a small victory over your nerves.
âItâs great to meet you,â Mr. Jung said with a friendly nod, his voice smooth and calm. His smile lingered, putting you at ease, if only slightly. He pushed a sheet of paper across the desk in your direction, his movements unhurried. âI just need you to fill out this liability waiver.â
The words were said so casually, but the simple task still felt like a small hurdle. You stood across from him, fingers lightly brushing the paper as you picked it up, your heart still racing just a bit, though his calm demeanor had begun to settle the unease that had gripped you since you walked in.
âJust the standard agreement,â Mr. Jung continued with a calm, practiced tone. âYouâll be paid at the end of the class. And... youâre aware that this is a practical demonstration, meaning youâll be fully naked?â
âYes... Of c-course,â you stammered, the words tumbling out awkwardly. You reached for a pen from the stand, trying to ignore the sudden wave of nervousness. Your eyes skimmed over the documentâstandard terms, conditions, rules, payment details, and all that. Youâd done this sort of thing before for life drawing classes in the art department, so the nudity didnât bother you as much as it used to. Still, this was the biology department, and that made it feel... different. Without much thought, you roughly scribbled âY/Nâ at the bottom of the page, the pen shaking just a little in your hand.
As you set the pen down, your gaze drifted around the room once more, and thatâs when you noticed something or rather, someone you hadnât before. Sitting off to the side, near the blackboard, was a guy you hadnât seen when you first walked in. He was quiet, almost too still, which explained why he had escaped your attention earlier.
He looked up, and your breath hitched for a moment. His piercings were the first thing you noticed. his lips, eyebrow, and ears all adorned with silver hoops and studs that caught the light. Despite his edgy appearance, his eyes were surprisingly soft, a stark contrast to his sharp jawline and the strength in his build. Even beneath the loose, black T-shirt he wore, you could tell he was well-muscled, his broad shoulders and solid frame evident.
Your gaze continued downward, noticing his dark blue jeans tucked into chunky, black combat boots. His medium-length curly hair was pulled into a loose ponytail, a few strands escaping to frame his face. Everything about him radiated a kind of effortless cool. And, if you were being honest, this man was HOT.
You swallowed hard, trying to keep your composure as you realized just how much this guy's presence added to the tension simmering beneath the surface.
He glanced at you for just a fraction of a second, barely acknowledging your presence before averting his gaze, his expression unreadable. It was almost as if he didnât want to make eye contact. âThis is Jungkook, third-year, and the male model for todayâs demonstration,â Mr. Jung explained, nodding toward the guy. âPlease, take a seat next to him.â
You gave a quick nod and made your way over, sitting down in the chair beside him. Jungkookâs hands rested in his lap, fingers nervously intertwined. It surprised you to see that, beneath his tough, bad-boy exterior, he seemed just as anxious as you were. Sure, he was undeniably attractiveâmore than that, really. but the way he fidgeted made him look kind of... cute. You couldn't help but wonder how someone who appeared so effortlessly cool could be just as nervous about this as you were.
And then it hit you: you were both about to be naked. Fully.
But, of course, it was purely for educational purposesânothing more than a biology lesson where the two of you were simply models helping students learn. Still, the thought had your stomach doing somersaults.
You cleared your throat, hoping to ease the tension between you two. âHeyâŚare you nervous?â you asked, leaning slightly toward him, trying to break the ice.
Before Jungkook could respond, the door swung open with a loud bang, and a flood of students poured in, filling the once-quiet room with laughter and chatter. You watched as they settled into their individual seats, each equipped with small, built-in desks, their attention mostly focused on their own conversations rather than the two of you.
Whatever nervous conversation you had hoped to start was quickly drowned out by the buzz of the classroom coming to life. You stole another glance at Jungkook, catching him briefly biting his lip before his gaze returned to his lap. It was clear neither of you was prepared for what was about to happen, but there wasnât much time to dwell on that now.
Once the room settled and Mr. Jung began the lesson, you couldn't help but scan the students seated before you. Their eyes were on you-curious, almost probing. You were relieved that they were all first years, strangers whose names and faces you didn't know. It made things a little easier. Still, a few boys in the crowd kept sneaking glances in your direction, and you swore you caught some of them smirking, making your nerves spike even more.
After about five minutes of introductory remarks, Professor Jung's voice called both you and Jungkook to the front of the room. Your stomach twisted as you slowly stood up, feeling Jungkook rise just behind you. The two of you walked forward in unison, the students' gazes growing heavier with every step.
"Good morning, everyone," Mr. Jung addressed the class. "Meet Y/N Y/L/N and Jeon Jungkook. They'll be the models for today's lesson." His voice carried easily through the room, formal yet calm, as though what was about to happen was routine.
Then he turned to face both of you. "If you could both remove your clothes, please," he said, his tone polite but firm. You felt a sharp wave of mixture of excitement and anxiety rise within you, knowing the moment had finally come. and you two began two began to undress in front of the class.
You always enjoyed the thrill you got from being naked in front of the art classes you had modeled in. You like being a muse. You liked the feeling of all their eyes on your body and you expected this to be no different. You pulled off your white sweater over your head, followed by your tank top. You slowly began to unbutton your baggy jeans and slipped them down to the floor, pulling off each leg in turn until you were just in the simple baby pink underwear you had chosen to wear today.
You glanced next to you, where Jungkook was also down to his Calvin Klein underpants. You glanced over as he pulled them down and almost gasped out loud. His cock, although soft, was massive. You could see its outline from the white underwear he was wearing. It hung down limply between his legs, framed by a thin patch of newly grown hair, as if shaved recently.
You hastily turned your eyes back to the class and unhooked your bra, exposing your firm breasts. Then you removed the final item of your clothing, your panties, slipping them down your knees, revealing your own trimmed bush to the watching eyes. Not gonna lie, you were kinda embarrassed. You could have shaved or waxed. But you were here as a model anyway. You just wanted your paycheck for the day.
Your eyes scanned through the crowd. Some of the students looked embarrassed, red in the face, others looked excited. One boy right at the front was watching both of you with curious eyes, a big grin on his mouth. You and Jungkook stood there, upright and completely naked, as Professor Jung walked back and forth in front of you both, talking about various parts of anatomy and pointing at them by his telescopic pointer.
"Here we see,the female nipples are not yet aroused. The areola are widened and flat and the nipples themselves are not yet hard." Mr Jung explained, the end of the pointer hovering an inch from one of your nipples.
"And below," he continued, moving the pointer to indicate the area between your legs, "Is the Vulva. Not to be confused with the Vagina, of course, which is the interior part we can't see at the moment. In this, as you can see, the subject has chosen only to trim and not remove her pubic hair."
Some of the students nodded, while others just kept gaping at you. You were enjoying them all looking yourself naked, especially the guy in the front with a strange twinkle in his eyes. You felt yourself getting a bit aroused, your heart thumping loudly in your chest.
Mr Jung then moved on to Jungkook, pointing out at his much smaller nipples than his penis and testicles. The pointer then moved to his dick and balls, as the professor went on about the anatomy of a maleâs cock. It was unusual that he made no mention of the fact that Jungkookâs cock was wellâŚ. big.
"Okay," Mr Jung said, striding back in front of you. "Y/N, if you could lie on the desk please? Yes, like that, lift your legs up. Perfect.â
You followed Mr Jungâs instructions and laid on the desk, your feet facing the students. Under his direction, you opened your legs up and put your feet on the desk so that your opening was all on display of the students now. You felt a strange feeling of thrill arising in your chest yet again, but you couldnât see the reactions of the crowd, as you were looking up at the ceiling.
Soon after, Professor Jung began indicating parts of your vulva with his pointer.
"This outer area here is the labia majora," he explained, the cold metal of the pointer touching your lower petals, making your lips slightly open because of the sensation.
"The vaginal opening, and above the labia minora. This subject has fairly small labia minora but it's not uncommon for them to be much bigger and extend beyond the labia majora." Mr Jung continued, the pointer gently kept touching you, as if almost being teased. You felt yourself getting wet from the sensation and kept praying that it wouldnât be visible.
"This is the urethral opening where urine is excreted from and also female ejaculate, we'll cover that in week five. And finally, the clitoris, also called the clit. Boys take careful note exactly where that is." He joked as the pointer came to rest on my clit, nestled under its hood. The class tittered dutifully.
"Thank you Y/N, you can stand up again," Mr Jung asked. Once again, You both stood naked and motionless before the class as he continued to drone on about the concept, that was arousal now. Soon again, Mr Jung turned to both of you again.
"Now, remember how we saw that the subject was not showing any signs of arousal�"
There were a few nods from the class, and Mr Jung smiled. "Jungkook, can you rub or suck Y/Nâs nipples please? We need you to stimulate them, and weâll see what outcome we get from that.â
Jungkook glanced at you nervously, and then made his way to you until he was facing you. He lifted one hand up to your breast and cupped it gently, then very carefully he rubbed your nipple with his thumb. It felt nice and you felt a burst of pleasure rush through you.
"Look!" Professor Jung said, his voice was getting excited. âas we expect, the areola has tightened and contracted and the nipple has hardened as blood has rushed into it..âYou were enjoying the stimulation Jungkook was providing you by using your tits as stress balls that you felt your breathing was getting deeper. Thats when you heard Mr Jungâs voice again.
"See how the subject's breathing has also changed. Jungkook, give the other one a suck, see how much you can stimulate it."
Jungkook bent down and took your other sensitive peak into his mouth, his tongue, warm and wet, lapping against your skin as if trying to explore the most of it. He started sucking more effectively, his teeth gently grazing on your nub, making you feel hot and bothered. You let out an involuntary gasp, which seemed to please the professor to heights as he gestured excitedly to the class.
"Okay, that's enough," He said as Jungkook returned to his original position beside you. The professor indicated your saliva glistened nipple with the pointer, and flicked it back and forth with the end, making you gasp again.
"Look, it's very hard and so much larger now. That's the result of the extra stimulation we saw. There are other signs of arousal we can look at on the female in a moment, but first let's have a look at arousal on the male. Is there anyone who can tell me the most obvious signs of arousal in the male of the species?"
There was a slight hesitation evident in the class which was quite expected and understandable. After a few seconds, a girl in the left wearing yellow shirt cautiously put hand up.
"Erection?" she asked, biting her lip in nervousness and embarrassment.
"Exactly!"Mr Jung chirped. "Increased heart rate, change in breathing, even hardened nipples are some signs when a male is sexually aroused, but the most obvious sign will be the enlargement in penis size as the blood rushes through the Male genitalia, also called erection."
Mr Jung turned back to you, "Y/N, can you get on your knees and stimulate Jungkookâs penis with your mouth please?â
You almost got a heart attack as you heard that. Yes, you were here just for a biology lesson but the thought of sucking Jungkookâs huge cock in front of the whole class sent a bolt of lightning straight to your cunt. The professor reached behind the desk and handed you a cushion, that you put on the floor in front of Jungkookâs feet and knelt on it, your knees buried in it for support. Jungkookâs cock was inches from your face. It was still soft, but long. You gingerly reached up and held it, your hand surrounding all the way round his girth.
You felt the warm member twitch in your hand, as you wrapped your other hand around it too. Its bulbous head was red and there were three prominent veins visible on it. You took a dee breath before leaning in and putting his thick shaft in your mouth and you knew that now, it was Jungkookâs turn to start breathing heavily.
As your tongue played with the head of his cock, you swore you heard an âahâ leave his mouth, his Adamâs apple bobbing as you felt it pulsing and swelling. You bobbed your head back and forth, only getting a couple of inches in your mouth, but using your hands to jerk his shaft too.
The class was absolutely silent and they watched in rapt attention as you continued to work on him. You could feel their stares on both of you. You felt kinda excited and thrilled doing this in front of so many people that the weird pleasure caused your cunt get more wet with your slick, aching with need. You took his cock out of your mouth and looked up at it, still holding it in both hands. It was fully erect now, warm and slick with your saliva.
"Perfect!" Mr Jung exclaimed, "And quite an impressive specimen as you can see. Notice how the veins in the penis have become more prominent and also how the scrotum has become tense and doesn't hang down so low. Thank you Y/N, I think you can let go now." he said, causing a ripple of nervous laughter around the class and lightening the tension.
You stood up and came back to your original position, wiping the wetness around your mouth and chin with the back of your hand. Jungkook meanwhile, turned back to face the front, his big cock still pointing straight upwards in salute.
"Now, I mentioned there were other signs of female arousal. Let's see if any have presented themselves. Y/N, if you could turn around and bend over the desk for us please?â
You did as he asked, soon following his next instruction to spread your lips with your hands.
You were bent over the desk now, your hands on your cheeks spreading them apart to give the audience a view of your asshole and cunt wide open. You felt the cold metal of the telescopic pointer against your ass when you heard professor Jung again.
"So, who can tell me what signs of arousal we can see here?â
You couldnât see who was talking, but a guy with a deep voice cleared his throat and spoke up, "She's wet professor,"
"Good," said the professor, "The vagina has produced some fluid to aid in lubrication, and you can see it's practically dripping out in this case. The act of stimulating her partner has clearly caused her to become quite aroused. Anything else?"
There was silence from the class. "Come on," he encouraged.
After a few more moments, a nervous female voice said "Labia are engorged?"
"Yes! You can see that is quite obvious here," the pointer touched your lips. "In fact, the whole vulva is slightly swollen and engorged with blood now. Her clitoris also looks a lot bigger and redder now." You just stood there, bent over the desk, your nipples pressed against the cool wood as everyone stared at your swollen hole.
âOn to the next part of the demonstration. Y/N, can you come round the side of the desk please, yes bend over the desk again. That's right, so they can see you from the side. And Jeon, come behind her and penetrate her."
You instantly felt your heart racing at thousand miles per hour as soon as you heard the professor say that. This man, with a HUGE dick was going to what, fuck you in front of literally everyone? Considering your state right now, you desperately wanted him to fuck you, as you could feel your pussy throb for him, but in front of the class? It was kinda⌠interesting but it sure was a turn on for you.
You felt Jungkook approach you from behind, his hands lightly rubbing the flesh of my ass cheeks, his hardness pressed against your opening. You could feel his head teasing your folds when he slid himself inside your pussy in one swift movement. You cried out at the feeling of being stretched and opened by him, even though you were wet as fuck. Being filled up by his cock let pleasure rushed through your body and you felt every part of yourself tingling with energy.
You were bent over the desk, your head turned to the class. You could see their faces watching You as Jungkook started thrust inside you, your cunt gripping him tighter after another thrust.
âAh fuck, so tight!â Jungkook moaned out, his pace quite rough as his one hand was on your cheek, spreading them apart so he could see your asshole and pussy clenching around him, swallowing every inch of him. Your loud cry with every thrust only fueled his arousal as he fucked you with reckless abandon.
The professor was pacing up and down, still talking to the class, occasionally gesturing towards both as he explained something. Either of you both couldn't understand what he was saying, your whole attention was taken up by the relentless pleasure. You felt a pit in your stomach as you felt a tingling sensation of climax rising inside you, which made you slightly anxious; you felt it would be embarrassing to lose control and orgasm in front of the class.
Suddenly, professor Jungâs voice interrupted, "Stop right there then Jungkook, that's great."
Jungkook breathed out, and pulled out, as you let out a whispered whine and glanced around. He held his hard cock in one hand and it was covered in your essence. You felt empty and open, as if something you needed had been taken away from you and left you incomplete. The professor was pointing out the creamy wetness on Jungkookâs cock.
"Okay, I think it would be interesting to demonstrate a couple of other key sexual positions." Mr Jung continued. "Y/N, would you mind getting on your back on the desk so we can demonstrate the missionary position?â
You nodded and laid on the hard desk before professor Jung passed you the cushion to put under your head. Luckily, it was a sturdy, old fashioned oak desk, and it hardly moved as Jungkook added his weight to it, climbing on top of you between your legs.
"Now, we saw in the previous position that the penis can stimulate the g-spot, but the clitoris would need manual stimulation. In the missionary position however, the male's pubic bone can provide some clitoral stimulation." He then continued to say something about it being the most common position, but at that point, Jungkookâs huge cock entered you again and you completely switched off.
Our gaze locked together, Jungkook began to fuck you hard again, both of you breathing heavily as his one hand groped your right breast. You loved the feeling of him inside you, fucking you as deep as he could go, and you felt the same feeling rising up in you again.â
"Jungkook, please. Can we demonstrate some kissing, let's try to make it slightly realistic for the class." professor Jung told him, before going back to talking to the class about how the vaginal canal lengthens during arousal.
Jungkook leaned over, his lips grazing over yours as he sucked on your bottom lip, his tongue grazing between them as if seeing permission to enter your mouth, and in the next moment, you felt his tongue inside your mouth as you both let out a shaky moan. He was warm, and tasted of mint. His loosened locks from the ponytail hair hung down over your face.
The combined sensation of the passionate kiss with hard thrusting into your core suddenly spiraled you out of control and you felt myself go over the edge. An intense orgasm washed over you, consuming your whole body. You screamed and dug your fingers into Jungkookâs back as you rode wave after wave of pleasure that coursed through you, your pussy convulsing violently.
âoh my god!â you breathed out, throwing your head back in pleasure.
Jungkook slowed, and kissed you again as you came down from your high. Mr Jung was continuing to talk to the class, "So, we weren't going to do the female orgasm until week three, but never mind. As our subjects have accidentally demonstrated already, it's interesting to note that only around 25% of females can climax from penetration alone."
Jungkook was slowly moving his cock in and out of your soaking cunt now, giving you a break after your orgasm, but it felt amazing. You were already hoping that youâd be able to meet up with him privately for a more intimate sex session. And he was a great kisser.
"Fantastic," said the professor, "But we're running out of time, so let's move on to the male orgasm." You heard a groan, this time from Jungkook almost like a whine as he pulled out from you, and got off from the table, helping you do the same.
Mr Jung fetched a chair and placed it in front of the class. "Jungkook, please on the chair. and Y/N, if you mount him. Let's make sure everyone can see properly." Jungkook followed, sitting on the chair, facing the crowd as you walked over to where Jungkook was sitting on the chair, your legs weak and shaking from the orgasm. You could feel your juices running down your thighs. You glanced at the crowd once and saw they were squirming in their seats looking all hot and bothered.
You turned my back on the class and straddled Jungkook, sinking down onto his cock, feeling him filling you once again. âOh my god, Y/N.â Jungkook moaned, throwing his head back from the sensation.
Professor Jung was behind you pointing out the details of the penetration and how your lips gripped his penis and-all-that. He pointed to your exposed asshole, "We'll cover anal sex in week four.â
You started to ride Jungkook, wrapping your arms around him as you rode him on the chair. You wanted the sensations to last forever, the thought of thirty pairs of eyes watching your lips wrapped around his cock only spurred you on even more. You started fucking Jungkook as hard as you could, leaning in to thrust your tongue in his mouth.
"Okay Jungkook, when you're ready you can climax inside her." Mr Jung said, folding his arms and stepping back slightly to allow the class a good view. Jungkook hands grabbed your ass and he spread your ass with his fingers as you rode him.
âOh yes, fuck! yesâ You moaned out as you felt yourself coming again. You cried out as your whole body shook and your cunt contracted around his swollen meat. His fingers gripped your ass tightly, and he let out a low groan as you felt him unload his hot ropes of cum inside you, his cock throbbing and pulsing.
You held each other tightly as you took heavy breaths. You saw how worn out he was, how his big doe eyes were staring into your, and how his bottom lip twitched slightly as he lets out ragged breaths. You could see his mole under his bottom lip and a scar on his left cheek from the first time up this close.
He was beautiful.
You couldnât help yourself, as you grabbed his face in your hands and kissed him sensually, to which he immediately responded to, kissing you back gently, as he felt you thumb caressing his scarred cheek. Even the professor was momentarily speechless. There was not a sound from anyone in the class.
Finally, You pulled off, breathing heavily and lifted yourself off his cock and floods of cum poured out of you, covering Jungkookâs cock and thighs with your slick and his release. Both of you were in quite a state, covered in sweat and cum.
Mr Jung quickly regained his composure, his signature smile back in his face. "An excellent demonstration from our two models." he began, "Please give them a round of applause."There was a smattering of clapping from the class for a while before he continued.
"The semen in this position is leaking out of the female. If they were having sex for breeding purposes, the missionary position would be better."
The bell for the end of the lesson rang and he raised his voice over the sounds of the rest of the class getting to their feet and packing up their things. "The homework for this week, please try to engage in the sexual act yourself with as many partners as possible, but please ensure to use protection and get tested for HIV with your partner. Better be safer than sorry. Also, I'd like two thousand words on your experiences, due in before the lesson next week."
The class filed out and Jungkook and you retrieved your clothes and hastily got dressed. The professor came up to us with a smile.
"Not too bad for a first attempt," he said, "Same time next week. youâll get your pay by 6 in the evening.â He smiled as he exited the classroom, leaving both of you alone in the classroom. You sighed as started you started to walk up to the door to leave before you heard Jungkookâs voice behind you, stopping you in your tracks.
âHey⌠Y/N?â He took some calculated steps towards you, his hand shoved in his pocket as he continued,
âI had well⌠fun in todayâs lesson.â
You bit your lips nervously, nodding slightly, âI did too. You were amazing.â
Your words caused Jungkook to chuckle a little, as he walked close to you, looking down at you. âIâd want to experience everything with you again. Not in lessonâs thoughâŚ.â
You nodded, before he continued.
âYou wanna go get coffee to celebrate our demonstration with me after you get cleaned up? Iâll wait for you outside the locker roomâs bathroom. You can take as much time as you want.â
You could feel your cheeks heating up, you were definitely flustered.
âIâd love tooâŚ.â
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Hiiii!! Can I request a hobie brown x fem reader where the hobie swings by the readers room and just cuddles with her because heâs tired from patrol and the reader loves it because he only has a soft spot for her! And itâs just very fluffy!
Open Window (Hobie Brown x Reader)
Summary: Hobie didn't realize how strung out he was until a certain someone crosses his mind.
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: MINOR SPIDERMAN ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE SPOILERS
A/N: I tried writing in a fem reader and then realized as I was writing I neglected that. I tried going back it but it felt forced, I hope this still suffices!
It felt like he never slept.
When could he afford too? It seemed like every step forward he took in taking down Osborn and his regime, they took three. Every running start he had they moved the finish line.
It was exhausting to be honest.
And now on top of his own problems on his earth, this stupid watch wouldnât stop beeping with anomalies that needed taking down and tethering back to their Earths.
Hobie could feel the bags forming under his already painted ones.
His head had been reeling recently. Jumping back to his Earth after coming from the Spider Society was never easy no matter how much radioactivity was coursing through his hardened veins. He had a theory that despite having the wristband that helped him jump back and forth, he needed one for his head. The shift in perspective, and what could be perceived as art styles of the different Earths were making his vision hazy.Â
Perching himself onto the top of a billboard, Hobie hit the side of his head with the edge of palm. Maybe if he hit his head hard enough or in the right spot he could knock the buzzing in his brain out long enough for him to make sense of where he was.Â
On occasion it almost felt like he was back in that stupid spider tower, or another unfamiliar Earth.
Shaking his head, he took a glance about the neon lit streets of his Earth.
Wait, he recognized this streetâŚno wait. No yea he recognized where this street lead to.Â
Pulling the edge of his suit wristband back, he pulled up the time on his watch.
4:32:02am
Hobie knew exactly what he needed to rejuvenate, to put the rock back in his roll.Â
Standing from his perch, he felt his bones begin to ache as they realized where they were about to be. Pulling his mask back over his head, he was about to flip when his watch started to buzz.
The holographic face of Gwen popped up.
âHey! Hobie, Im glad I caught you. You got a seco-â
âSorry Gwendy, canât talk right now.â
âWait! I n-â
He couldn't swing fast enough.
There was a warm purple light coming from your window, leaking through your curtains like a holy light.
Heâd have to lecture you about leaving your window unlocked for anyone to crawl into later, it didn't matter that you were on the 14th story of your building. But as of right now, as he peeled your window open he saw it as a blessing as he tumbled head first into your room.
Hobie hadnât realized how long it had been since he had seen you.His spider work had always been number one, taking down the rising regime of fascism in his city. Even the Spider society jobs have seen more of him than his own bed. It almost felt like he was more Spiderman than Hobie Brown, his heroism taking priority over everything else.
Well, almost everything else.
But now as he stumbled about, throwing his sneakers and guitar in the corner of your room the only thing on his mind was you. More specifically crawling into your bed that seemed to always be WAY more comfortable than his.
He hadnât realized how much he missed you.
Hobie was so preoccupied with getting out of his Spidersuit that was growing increasingly more annoying by the second, he hadnât even realized you were now leaning against your doorframe.
Sometimes you thought he played up these so called spider senses. There was no way he let you sneak up on him as many times as you have.
âWhere..I know you âave it somewhere in âere.â He mumbled to himself, digging through your drawers with little regard to your neatly folded clothes there were already in there.Â
Placing your cup of water on your nightstand, you perched on the edge of your bed and watched as your once clean-ish room transformed to match the thought process of the sleep deprived Spider in front of you.
You knew what he was looking for, Hobie had a tendency to leave shirts in your room whenever he stayed over. He said it was for convenience, it made it easier to switch from Spiderman to Hobie Brown. You couldnât count the amount of times on your fingers when you had done laundry and realized nothing in the basket was yours. He almost had a full drawer in your dresser.
âTry the very bottom drawer.â You yawn, a few joints popping as you stretched out whatever you could stretch out.
Hobie turned his head to look at you for only a moment, and you hadnt even realized that he had discarded his mask somewhere into the clothed chaos that was hurricane Hobie.
Falling back onto your bed, you let out another big yawn as you made yourself situated. You could hear Hobie shuffling about your room, making himself more than at home as he slammed the window shut. A very loud click of your window lock followed by a thunk of a thwip made you chuckle.
âYou seriously need to considah lockinâ your window. Couldâa been an unsightly fella.â He muttered as he reached to fully close your curtains.
âWell I know who to call if I see one of these so called unsightly fellas.â
There was a grumble that came closer to your bed, and what you swore you was the gulping down of YOUR glass of water followed by the creak of your mattress.
It was like a second nature to the both of you even though you hadnât physically seen eachother in what felt like months (in reality it was only a week but you too were too clingy to admit to each other it had felt longer). Molding into one another was easy for you too.
Hobieâs arm easily found its way over your waist, pulling you as close to him as he physically could. The minute he had his head resting on your chest he swore he could feel the color coming back to him. Feeling your hand run over his wicks, and eventually come to rest on the nape of his neck made him break into a hazy smile.
But then his stupid watch started buzzing. Didnât he take it off?
He tried ignoring it for a moment, hoping whoever was calling him would get the message.
When you had started to pull away was when he had enough.Â
Ripping the watch off his wrist, he threw it across the room and webbed it to a random wall. Before you could even protest that he had yet again left webbing that would take months to come off, he wrapped his arms around you and flipped around so that you were laying ontop of him. His arms basically locked around you, and solidified that you two would not be moving for the rest of the night.
He needed this, and he could tell based off the way that you melted into him that you needed this as well.
âHobie shouldnât you have answered that?â
He could deal with the consequences later, right now he was exactly where he needed to be.
âNah.â
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summary: nobody can keep up with your growing list of hobbies, except fernando.
pairing: fernando alonso x brazilian!fem!reader
content warning: fluff and humor. explicit language.
from, serene: requested by and written for @loomiscorpse đ¤ i promised that i would write this for you in july and i finally found the time to fulfill it! this is how i learned fernando has a back tat. what rock have i been living under? happy reading, babes xxx
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[caption1; sip and paint with the ladies đŠđ˝âđ¨đ¨ carmenmmundt kellypiquet][caption2; for my first painting, this is good right?]
alexandrasaintmleux: i'll put it in a gallery 𤊠alexandrasaintmleux: i can't believe i'm friends with the best artist of our time đ yourinstagram: alex pleaseee omg đłđ¤ yourinstagram: you realize that means you think i'm better than claude monet right ? alexandrasaintmleux: ,,,second best artist of our time yourinstagram: đđđ
fernandoalo_official: looks beautiful đ yourinstagram: you really think so??? fernandoalo_official: yes i like what you did with the colors and brush strokes of course yourinstagram: what detailed compliments meu bem đ
carmenmmundt: i still don't believe that you've never painted before 𤨠carmenmmundt: you did so well !!!!!! yourinstagram: thank you my love 𼰠yourinstagram: i think i am going to keep painting. it was very fun! carmenmmundt: you should! you're quite good at it :)
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yourinstagram encontro noturno em cores đźď¸
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user1: ptbr to eng translation "date night in color đźď¸"
user2: wow!!! you improved so much already! have you been taking lessons?
⼠yourinstagram: thank you! the only lessons i'm learning are from youtube haha ⼠yourinstagram: and i have painted every day since i started! ⼠user3: you definitely have a natural talent for this! and a lot of potential!!! ⼠user4: it's taken me years to develop a minimal understanding of color theory and shadows. she's done it in two weeks đ
user5: i know leonardo hates that he didn't paint this đŠđŠđŠ
⼠user6: he's rolling in his grave for sureeee đââď¸ âĽ user7: bitch why tf would a ninja turtle be mad about this â ď¸ âĽ user8: leonardo DA VINCI YOU UNEDUCATED CUR ⼠user7: my fault forgot the turtle wasn't the only person named leo đŤŁđŤ ⼠user8: HOW DO YOU FORGET THE MAN WHO PAINTED THE MONA LISA âď¸âď¸âď¸
pepemartiofficial: i loved doing art in school! i can teach you a few things if you want đđđ
⼠yourinstagram: you mean primary school? which was like last year for you? i think i'll pass garoto 𼴠⼠fernandoalo_official: josep maria marti sobrepepa don't piss me off. ⼠fernandoalo_official: test me and you can say goodbye to a formula one seat. ⼠user9: ain't no way pepe just tried to step to fernando's girl who's TEN !!! years older than him ⼠pepemartiofficial: shhh i can be mature for her 𤤠⼠fernandoalo_official: count your days đĽą
carlossainz55: the painting is really good, you made the water look so realistic!
⼠yourinstagram: obrigada carlitos! ⼠carlossainz55: where's fernando's painting đ ⼠yourinstagram: it was very good! but he did not want me to post a photo of it :((( ⼠fernandoalo_official: it was very ugly carlos đ ⼠yourinstagram: it was not that bad i just could not tell that it was supposed to be a tiger and not a house cat that was struck by lightning đ
⼠carlossainz55: i will pay to see this painting đ¤Łđ¤Łđ¤Ł
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[caption1; admin was just forcibly handed bear coasters ??? she said they remind her of lance đť][caption2; the crochet culprit is on to her next project!]
user: lance bear agenda still going strong đŞ
lance_stroll: i want bear coasters đ astonmartinf1: meet me downstairs, she gave me extras to hand out to the team lance_stroll: she's the best đ¤Šđ¤Šđ¤Š lance_stroll: see you in 5?
user: DUDE she's onto clothes already??? how?!!!
user: admin i need you to send me photos of that sketchbook đşđ¤˛đť user: i need her patterns admin i'm not playing around astonmartinf1: lol get blocked loser đ
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fernandoalo_official there is yarn and hooks in my car. this has gone too far.
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yourinstagram: you make a man a shirt with the materials HE bought for you and it's a problem. ungrateful behavior nano đ¤
⼠fernandoalo_official: the shirt is very nice i even posed for a picture. all i ask is for no hooks to be left in the cupholders? ⼠yourinstagram: can we compromise and i leave them in the glove box đĽş
user10: let me get this straight: you crochet for a month and suddenly you become a fashion designer?
⼠yourinstagram: not a month, three weeks* i have been crocheting ⼠user11: oh fuck off- how are you good at everything đŠđŠđŠ ⼠yourinstagram: i am not! and i still cannot make a granny square no matter how hard i try to âšď¸ ⼠user12: you don't need to know how to make a granny square when you can make actual pieces of clothing!!!
landonorris: may i have something crocheted too?
⼠yourinstagram: what would you like landinho đ ⼠landonorris: may i have a beanie? or a sweater?? ⼠georgerussell: ooooh i'd like a beanie too! ⼠francisca.cgomes: i want that top you're wearing! or something similar!!!! ⼠lance_stroll: what about earmuffs? ⼠lilymhe: a cardigan would be so nice ⼠charlesleclerc: i want a sweater!!! ⼠fernandoalo_official: leave her alone you greedy children đš ⼠yourinstagram: ignore him! text me what you all want with inspiration photos and i will let you know!!!
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[caption1; hobby update >>>][caption2; to the woman at the craft store who put me onto oil paints...you saved my life][caption3; the wag crochet requests are almost finished!][caption4; first pottery class! had a really fun time :)]
user: i-i need to sit downđ user: how do you even have time to do all of this?
user: i feel like i've never taken my hobbies seriously after seeing this
user: ffs how long have you been doing pottery? user: it's hard to learn at first but it's worth it if you stay committed đŤśđ˝
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yourinstagram que divertido! thrown, painted, and fired by me đ¸
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user13: this is a reminder that there's always somebody out there doing what you love better than you đ
⼠user14: wasn't she JUST at her first pottery class? and she already has a set of dishware đ¨
user15: i feel like i have to apologize for even attempting pottery
user16: i would hate to give my gift after her on birthdays and christmas đŹđŹđŹ
⼠user17: valid take. she can make custom clothes, paintings, and ceramics??? i might as well not even show up đ¤Śđťââď¸
kellypiquet: where do you even find the time to do this?
⼠yourinstagram: i have not slept for more than five hours in a very long time. it also distracts me when nano is away so, i keep myself busy. ⼠kellypiquet: please take better care of yourself! the clay will be there after you sleep and i'm sure fernando would like you to sleep too. ⼠fernandoalo_official: 8 hours at least mi amor â¤ď¸ ⼠yourinstagram: fiiiiine đ
lance_stroll: bring the domino set next time! i want to learn how to play!!!
⼠yourinstagram: i will make you cry if we play dominoes đ¤Ť
user18: you need to start an etsy shop or smth? i think anybody would buy something from you!
⼠yourinstagram: if i do that, i'm afraid it would stop being a hobby and become a job. i don't want to lose the love i have for them :) user19: you could do limited releases? or just list a few items at a time? yourinstagram: i guess that's true. i don't think i will though, i didn't start my hobbies to make money. it's just fun for me đ
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[caption; onto the next obsession]
user: damn you didn't lie about the entire botantical collection đ§ user: she's crazy user: i respect her grind though
user: and she made them look like actual boquets đ user: why didn't i think of that???
yourinstagram: they are not obsessions. yourinstagram: the proper term is hobby, we have talked about this nano đ fernandoalo_official: do you want the vespa or the bonsaiâŚđ¤¨ yourinstagram: both por favor! and get the porsche 911 kit while you are there đđđđđđ
user: she crocheted her own cover up dress user: i love women đââď¸
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yourinstagram um hobby? ok. quatro hobbies ao mesmo tempo? nĂŁo repita meus erros đ¤
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user20: ptbr to eng translation "one hobby? ok. four hobbies at the same time/once? do not repeat my mistakes đ¤"
⼠user21: thank u translator woman ⼠user22: thank u translator woman ⼠gabrielbortoleto_: thank u translator woman ⼠user24: one of these things is not like the others đ§
landonorris: can't wait till it gets chilly in monaco đ
⼠landonorris: the only thing i'm going to be photographed in is my crochet beanie and sweater âĽoscarpiastri: i'm surprised you're not wearing it now since you're perpetually cold ⼠landonorris: i didn't want to bring it in my luggage in case it's the time i lose my luggage đ¤ ⼠oscarpiastri: wowâŚthat's smart ⼠landonorris: why do you sound so surprised đ¤¨
lilymhe: i see you learned how to make granny squares đ
⼠yourinstagram: it took me three whole days to make one 𤧠⼠lilymhe: damn đ ⼠yourinstagram: i am not lying when i say making that first granny square was harder than making your cardigan đŽâđ¨
fernandoalo_official: is it weird if i feel proud of you?
⼠yourinstagram: i think it is something to be proud of :) ⼠fernandoalo_official: well i am very proud of you mi amor đ ⼠yourinstagram: đĽ°đđâ¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
user25: those paintings!!!! woah, you're like a serious artist now đ¨đłđą
⼠user26: fr! you can see her own unique style clearly in these! ⼠yourinstagram: you all are too sweet! it took me a while to switch from reference painting into creating my own art pieces! ⼠alexandrasaintmleux: i wasn't joking when i said i want to put your work in a gallery đ¤đĽą ⼠yourinstagram: alex pleaseee đ
user28: what are you going to do next? book binding LMAO
⼠yourinstagram: you are right! nano is out buying the supplies for me now đ ⼠user28: i was joking đ ⼠yourinstagram: and after that i think i am going to learn how to make a cute scrapbook!
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đ Traveling from nation to nation and learning the art of creating the most delicious chocolate has been a passion of yours for ages. However, upon stepping foot into the Nation of Flame, you never could have prepared yourself for the incoming wave of sweetness and obsession which was going to hit you like never before.
A/N: This story is loosely inspired by Joanne Harris' book of the same title, Chocolat. It's a book that I am very fond of and I was inspired to write this once I saw that we were able to make chocolate in Natlan, probably the best thing in the game. I am a massive chocolate enjoyer, so... Also, the fic has some minor nsfw implications, just a bit of a heads up! Apologies if Kinich is not in character, oopsie.
yandere! kinich x fem! reader.
Proud warriors, the scorching hot sun and eternal flames were the first things that came to mind whenever you would think about Natlan. As a humble Mondstadter, it never occurred to you just how rich this nation was, how welcoming the people were going to be and not to mention how this place could help you develop your love for chocolate.
Stirring the pot in front of you was no easy task as the decadent scent of delightful goodness enveloped the entire humble little hut which you occupied, the entire floor littered with pots and pans filled to the brim with your creations and some personal trinkets which you had brought for yourself along for the journey.
One of Natlan's great tribes, the Scions of the Canopy, had graciously taken you under their wing and allowed you the privilege of experiencing the culture firsthand. You let out a wistful sigh as the chocolate bubbled happily before you, the dark liquid almost looking too good to be real.
You always took pride in your skills as a chocolatier, even if you hardly considered yourself the best one in the whole entire world. An endless sky of knowledge was out there waiting for you, the voices of the unknown beckoning you to come forward and seize them with your own two hands.
You were a true Mondstadter at heart. No matter where you were or how far you traversed, the wind was always there to guide you, to show you the right path. And right now, the flow of the wind said to stay in Natlan, to finally stop and smell the roses a little.
And each rose you touched had never been as sweet.
The rose, your rose, had a name and merely thinking of him sent your heart ablaze. Messy dark hair, gorgeous dew eyes and skin so perfectly rough and tender at the same time, it made you wonder how he managed to pull off something so contradictory.
That was Kinich's charm, you supposed. Cheeky little thing, he always looked out for you ever since he saw you. Despite his dry humor and straightforward attitude, there was a certain gentle quality to him which made him so irresistible, as if he was temptation personified. Never once did he leave you alone for the entirety of your trip if it could be helped, which came as a shock to his fellow tribe members.
Looking back on it, you were foolish to not see his intentions, even more so for not paying attention to the longing glimmer in his eye and how he would trail after you like a shadow.
He was shy, at first. Unsure on how he should express his feelings, Kinich merely resorted to doing things for you, because he was simply that kind of man. Actions speak louder than words and there was no word in the dictionary which could describe the way in which his chest would tighten in pain whenever he would make eye contact with you, as if large and thorny vines had sprouted from the ground up and taken root in his soul.
You are sweeter than any chocolate you could possibly make, he whispered into your ear one evening.
A shudder came over you, your cheeks hot at the memory of that night... The moon was high and full, overtaking the pitch black sky as Kinich had pinned you to the ground, his gaze boring deeply in your own, those large eyes focused on you and only you...
Chewing your bottom lip, you stirred the pot harshly as the memory replayed in your head over and over - his grip, which was tighter than any rope imaginable, the feeling of melted chocolate which was caked over your lips and fingers, the sensation of Kinich's tongue as he licked away the sweet goodness off your body...
By the seven, this was too much.
With a huff, you turned off the fire which was lit beneath the pot, your hands shaking with excitement as you felt your entire body growing hotter and hotter, making it harder to concentrate.
Damn that Kinich. Damn him for making you feel so wonderful, so wanted, so perfect. The thought of having to leave this place, it... It bordered on anguish. Sometimes, when you were sure no one was around, you would find a dark little corner and weep quietly to yourself. It was hard to manage the massive hiccups and keep the snot away from staining your clothes at first but you managed. Like always, you would find a way to get everything back in order and all would be well once you got everything out of your system.
You had fallen for Natlan. You had fallen even more so than Kinich. Even so, the wind was picking up once more, demanding that you make your next move.
There was so little time left to enjoy everything you had built here. Therefore, your plan was to make the most of everything you possibly could.
And Kinich was more than ready to assist with that.
He hid high up in a tree as he observed you, his face schooled into that of one of his classical nonchalance and stoicism. The chance of him being spotted by anyone up here was slim but even so, he liked to play it safe.
No one needed to know the pain he was in. No one needed to be aware of his more... dubious thoughts and actions. Kinich always fancied himself as a man of action rather than flowery words. And so, he acted.
Quietly, stealthily... Perhaps even a little lethally at times.
Violence was hardly ever the answer but if anyone got in his way and refused to back down, it was his only solution then.
Kinich had a solid reputation in his tribe - he was trustworthy, he was strong. This granted him access to many things, many useful and convenient things. All he had to do was say the word and most people would keep their mouths shut if they saw him somewhere he should not be. And if his poorly veiled threats were not enough, he was more than ready to take up his weapon and fight.
It really was that easy for him.
Sneaking into your newly built home was its own beast though.
This is wrong, he would chant inside his mind over and over again. The intensity of his actions and his nonchalant persona were always at a clash with one another, constantly fighting a never ending war. He should trust you, he knows you are capable, he has no right to be doing any of this even yet... And yet, he does it anyway.
Because he knows that if he doesn't do something, he will never see you again. Kinich knows that he will lose you to the wind if he lets you slip through his fingers, he will never get to experience what it means to be touched, to be loved.
He wants to adore you in the same way people adore your delectable creations. The various statues made from chocolates, the little cacao bites, the endless sea of pralines which would be devoured so fast by the masses that he could not keep up...
Whenever he had the luxury, he liked to imagine you as one of those pralines. Perfect and oh so easy to devour, you were nothing short of excellent in his eyes. Kinich was no blind fool, he was well aware that you had your flaws as well but he cared very little about that.
He wanted the entire package. He wanted you, wrapped up in a little bow and delivered on his doorstep like the world's most precious package, a package which he could unwrap and enjoy time and time over.
Even in his hazy state of mind, he could still recall how you tasted. Licking his lips, Kinich made sure to double check that he had taken a few things from your hut which could prevent you from finishing your latest project. Yes, that was petty of him.
But he could not be bothered to care.
The wind was cruel. Whenever a gust of it would blow at him, Kinich would scowl as he knew that it meant that you would take it as a sign to leave. His hair would get tousled as he would wrap his arms around his body, the constant yapping of Ajaw did him no good either.
The clock was ticking. There was only so much he could do to keep you here. A plan needed to be formed, fast.
For now, he was going to enjoy you in every way he could. He was going to be greedy and devour you wholly whenever the opportunity arose. As Kinich balanced himself up on the massive tree branch, yet another fresh gust of wind made its way towards him. He saw the way you popped your shoulders, that all too familiar smile on your face.
You loved the wind and the wind loved you. You loved to make chocolate and were quite excellent at it too.
Despite all that, Kinich loved you more. He adored you more than the sun adored the world, he wanted you more than unlike anything else before. He cursed the Anemo Archon underneath his breath, his poor lip bloody and bruised from the amount of times he had bitten it in order to keep himself quiet.
Kinch was a man of countless deeds. And he would find a way to keep you by his side, no matter the cost. Be it Celestia or the Abyss, there was no force in this world which could destroy the endless and raging fire he felt for you.
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missing sister
Keira Fae Walsh. The midfield maestro, record breaking transfer player. She was adored by all. At 10 years old, her world changed.Â
September 27 2007, Noah Elle Walsh made her entrance into the world. Keira had overheard her parents talking about their âhappy little accidentâ and how they were so excited for Keira to be a big sister. Keira herself was excited.Â
The day after her birth, Keira visited her parents and new baby sister at the hospital. The tiny, one day old, 6 pound baby was placed into her arms. From that day, Keira promised to love and protect her. No matter what.Â
A year after Noah was born, Keira joined the Blackburn Rovers Girlsâ Centre of Excellence. Blackburn became a second home to the Walsh family. Itâs where Keira got to continue player football, and develop into the player she was today. Itâs where Noah took her first steps, and where she first realised her disdain for the sport. All of her parents time was spent on Keira and football.Â
By 2014 things were going great for Keira, not so much for Noah. Their parents had put Noah into football at Blackburn Rovers just like they had done with Keira, however Noah had no intention of playing. Noah preferred to write, draw or play the piano, sports were simply not her thing.Â
Most weekends were spent travelling to watch Keira play, if the game was within driving distance then you could bet the Walsh family would be in attendance. 9 year old Noah hated it. Every minute of it. Instead of having sleepovers with her friends, or going to the mall or park with them, she was made to suffer through the hours in the car and then the 90 minutes of a stupid game.Â
In 2015, Keira signed her first professional contract and in the same year bought home her first girlfriend. Lucy Bronze, she was nice. Really nice. Over the next 8 years, Lucy would become a sister to Noah and when Lucy and Keira broke up, it hit her hard.Â
2016 was when things changed. Manchester City had won the league, it just so happens that the celebrations fell on the same day as Noahâs 9th birthday. Every year it was the same tradition, the birthday girl would pick a restaurant and everyone would go. However this year, Keira and her parents would be celebrating Manchester Cityâs league win meaning Noah would be left at home with the babysitter and an empty to promise that they would make it up to her.Â
2017 was much the same, Keira was winning awards, playing amazingly and very much in love with Lucy. The whole family was. On the nights when Lucy would stay over, all three of them would climb into bed and watch a movie. More often than not, Noah would fall asleep between the two. Her two Bestfriends, and despite her disdain for the game, also her two heroâs.Â
When Keira got the chance to captain Manchester City in the 2017/2018 pre season, every single person who interacted with their mother would know about it. This is also when Noah started to really realise that it was all about Keira. It wasnât necessarily Keiraâs fault, but it didnât help that she never asked about Noahâs hobbies.Â
At Christmas in 2017, Keira announced that her and Lucy were going to be buying an apartment together and Keira would be leaving. Lucy wasnt even living in the country at the time, she had left to go to Lyon. The selfish side of Noah thought that this meant her parents would finally spend more time with her, come to her piano recitals or come to her school art shows. She was wrong though.
The awards truly started to flow in for Keira. If you were to meet their parents on the street, it would seem that they only had one child, not two. Noah was sure that they didnât know anything about her, Keira liked to think she did but she truly didnât.Â
Noah was winning awards too. For her art and her piano skills. Her teachers at school loved her, her friends and their parents too. The blonde hair, green eyed girl was adored, just not by those who she truly wanted.Â
No matter how much Noah protested, her parents dragged her all over the country to support her old sister, sometimes even making her go to France to support Lucy.Â
The 2019 Womenâs World Cup was where the family truly split. It was held in France over the summer. Smack bang in the middle of the World Cup was meant to be Noahâs national piano recital that could get her into the junior Royal Northern College of Music. Her parents didnât care though, not truly believing their youngest daughter had the chance to do something like that.Â
Noah was miserable in France, fighting with her parents everyday, crying herself to sleep and withdrawing from her friends. The 12 year old simply couldnât understand why her parents couldnât believe in her the way they do to Keira and even Lucy.Â
England won all their group stage games, then they won the round of 16 game. In the quarterfinals, they were set to play Norway, it was an important game and Noah was told time and time again they she had to be there to support her sister and her girlfriend. Lucy scored that game, their parents were so extremely proud of their daughter and Lucy. Jealousy and anger seeped through Noahâs bloodstream.Â
England lost the semifinal against the US and then lost the Bronze medal game against Sweden. That was it. The next week was spent consoling Lucy and Keira. No one noticed how Noah had retreated. Barely eating, not taking off her head phones, nose always in a book or in her sketches.Â
As Noah got older, her parents stopped forcing her to go to Keiraâs games. They barely forced her to live in the same house as them. Covid lockdown forced Noah and her parents to spend more time together. The world was shutting down around them. Noahâs hopes to get a scholarship in London (which her parents were yet to know about), were put to the side.Â
Keira barely spoke to Noah, assuming Noah didnât want to because she was a teenager. Leah Williamson however had become a confidant to the teenager. Leah tried her hardest to get Keira to pay more attention to Noah, but it didnât work. Keira was struggling with the distance between her and Lucy and struggling with the aftermath of the World Cup.Â
By the 2021 school year, Noah had turned into a very independent 14 year old. Most weekends she would catch the train to London for her piano lessons which she paid for by selling her art. Her parents nor Keira or Lucy were any the wiser. Leah however, had caught her in the city centre one day by herself. After promises to not tell her parents or Keira or anyone for that matter, Noah would spend Friday nights at her flat and Leah would take her home after her lessons.Â
It tore Leah apart. Keira was off in her own little world, without a clue what was happening with her little sister. She tried to subtly tell Keira but it wasnât working. She would have to pull out the big guns before something happened.Â
By the summer of 2022, Keira and Lucy had won the Euros and Noah was regularly going to London for piano, she had received a scholarship to receive lessons from the London Piano Institute. All that was needed was a signature from her parents. However it doesnât go to plan, the day Noah planned to present the forms to her parents, Keira had called around.Â
She would be joining Lucy at Barcelona for the upcoming season. It was a record transfer fee, not only for Barca but for womenâs sport. Noah was proud of her, even if it wasnât said out loud. Barcelona were the best of the best, after an impressive Euros she deserved it.Â
Noah threw the papers in the bin, giving up on her dream to go to London. She felt like she would forever be in the shadow of Keira. Maybe that was Noahâs destiny.Â
Once Keira and Lucy left, Noah had completely changed and withdrawn. She no longer had contact with her sister or Lucy, she refused to speak to her parents and to Leah. Her birthday was yet again forgotten by her family, only her friends celebrating with her.Â
Noah was left to her own devices, her parents frequently travelling to Spain to support Keira, leaving Noah in Manchester, alone. Not that she minded, she made friends with the older kids at her school, often skipping school to hang out with them. She started partying and exploring her sexuality.Â
A few months after Leah tore her ACL, she was sent by her parents to Leahâs flat. They all decided that Noah could help Leah around the house. Basically being a maid to her. However, this isnât what Leah wanted. She lied to Keira, to the Walsh parents and even her own.Â
Leah wanted to learn the piano. She wanted her best friends little sister to teach her how to play. Noah would be patient, and calm with her. She knew Noah loved the piano and that London would be a good change for her.Â
For the month that Noah spent at Leahâs flat, she returned to her usual self. Playing the piano everyday, finding new joyous things to draw, teaching Leah everything she knew. When she returned to Manchester, she felt great. She had a plan to convince her parents to let her move to London. It didnât work, instead it caused a massive fight between the three of them.Â
Noah retreated again. She went back to partying with her friends, skipping school, started to vape and occasionally dabbing in drugs. The summer of 2023, was spent away from the family home, going back once a week to get clean clothes and money then disappearing again. If her parents cared, they never said anything.Â
It was fine until they cornered her one weekend with the exception of her joining them in Australia for the World Cup. Her parents didnât care when she said no and told them she had plans. They told her she had to drop everything to support her sister and her country. It was a very very long few weeks in Australia.Â
Keira didnât notice the change in her sister, Lucy however, she did. She took her out for a few hours, grilling the 15 year old on what was wrong. It took a while, but Noah broke. She told Lucy everything. Lucy had always had a suspicion about what was happening, but Everytime she asked Keira she got nowhere. Now that the pair werenât together, Noah felt safer telling Lucy.Â
Lucy approached Keira, knowing it had to be done gently. She sat Keira down and told her everything Noah had said. Something in Keira changed after that. The lingering stares, the forcing of a conversation, the extra long and tight hugs. Keira even bought Noah down from the stands after their loss to Spain, wanting to introduce her to her Barcelona teammates.Â
Once back in the UK, Noah went off the rails. Completely abandoning school, staying out drinking with her friends. Sheâd gotten herself a new phone and with that, a new number. Sheâd disconnected herself from her family all together. It took a week, which was shorter than Noah anticipated, until her parents noticed. They had called the police, called Lucy, Keira and Leah.Â
The police found her, passed out in a park with her friends. They ignored the pleas to not force her back at her parentâs house. It took a few days, but then Noah was gone again. Again, they called the police. The police returned her home. This routine happened for six weeks until her parents had had enough. Forcing Noah to pack her belongings as she was going to Spain for a while, to live with Keira.Â
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Keira Walsh
Lucy and I are waiting at the baggage claim. We have your bags, no rush though.Â
Great. She bought Lucy along. Ma and dad didnât tell me how long Iâd be here for, just that they had had enough. Which is funny because they never gave a shit before. Basically my whole life itâs been them and Keira. Me on the outside, even when Lucy was around sheâd get treated better.Â
âHey Noodles.â Keira pulled me into a hug. It was awkward, for the both of us. Once she let go, Lucy was next. Hugs were certainly not something I enjoyed.Â
âThe car is this way. Lucy will drive us back to mine and then sheâll stay for dinner, if thatâs alright with you?âÂ
âYeah whatever thatâs fine.â Dinner was the last thing on my mind. Living here, in a country that I donât speak in the language, without my friends, would be pure hell. I wanted no part in this.Â
The drive to Keiraâs apartment wasnât long. It was a tense drive though. Both Lucy and Keira tried to make conversation with me but realised pretty quickly I wasnât in the mood for that.Â
âSo this is the apartment. Your bedroom is through the hallway there, opposite is the bathroom and my room. I put fresh towels in your room for you. If you want to have a shower before dinner, go ahead.âÂ
It wasnât a small apartment by any means. It was bigger than their Manchester one, nicer too. The room had a queen sized bed in the middle, two side tables and a desk, some generic artwork on the wall above the bed but other than that, it was a typical guest room.  I very quickly grabbed what I needed for my shower. The flight was only two and a half hours but doing that after being hungover and having a massive fight with your parents wasnât the best.Â
When I remerged, Lucy and Keira were talking in hushed voices in the kitchen. No doubt about me. They quickly stopped when they saw me.Â
âHelp yourself to dinner, we got a variety because we werenât sure what you wanted.âÂ
Nodding my head, I did as they said. Dinner was awkward. It was just like the car ride. I spent the majority of it pushing food around the plate.Â
âWhy am I here?â I spoke softly, curious but not wanting to know the real answer.Â
âMa and dad thought you needed a change of scenery.âÂ
âNo. I meant why am I here, at your apartment.âÂ
âWell where else would you go?âÂ
âTo my friends house. To Leahâs. Anywhere but here.âÂ
âYouâd prefer to be with Leah over me? Iâm your sister?â The hurt was evident in her voice.Â
âSheâs been more of a sister then you have ever been.â I regretted it as soon as the words left my mouth.Â
âWhatâs the supposed to mean Noah?âÂ
âForget it. Iâm going to bed.âÂ
âNo Noah! Come back here now!â
âKei, leave it. Sheâs clearly going through something and needs time.â Lucy spoke up for the first time since they all sat down for dinner.Â
âWhat if she runs away again? She doesnât know the city? Her phone wonât work.âÂ
âThen we will find her. Me, you and the team. Sheâll come to training tomorrow, we can ask Ale or Mapi to watch her while we train then we can sort out her phone situation, alright?âÂ
Keira nodded. Unsure what to really say. Had she been that bad of a sister to not realise what was happening? When did things change between the two of you?Â
No matter how hard I tried, sleep didnât happen. I didnât want to be here, in the city or in this apartment. Keira was acting like everything thatâs happened is my own fault.Â
The sun started to slowly seep through the curtains, and I heard Keiraâs alarm go off. Followed by her getting into the show. I knew she would be in here soon, I doubt she trusted me enough to be left alone. Right on que she knocks on the door, letting me know Lucy will be here in 20 minutes.Â
I waited until I heard Lucy come in the apartment before I started getting ready. Slowly I made my way out.Â
âGood morning. Are you ready to go?âÂ
âI just need to brush my teeth.â I walked back up the hallway and into the bathroom. Not hearing the conversation or the confused looks between Keira and Lucy.Â
âThat was easy? Why didnât she fight it? Ma and dad said that sheâs been fighting with them over everything?âÂ
âI donât know Kei. Maybe Mapi and Ale can get some answers out of her?âÂ
The drive was again, silent. Neither girls attempted to make conversation with me, I was grateful for that. If I had to be at this training ground, I would not make a noise. Keira hurried in first, presumably to get change first so I wouldnât be left to wander.Â
âSheâs worried about you Noodle.âÂ
I stopped dead in my tracks, âwhy does she care now? Why do either of you care now?â My voice started to get louder, Lucy looked around, spotting her teammates getting out of their cars.Â
âNoods cmon. Letâs not do this here.âÂ
âWhy! You donât want all your teammates to know that you and precious Keira left me! I donât want to be here, in this stupid fucking country. You and Keira donât want me here so let me leave!âÂ
âWhatâs going on?â The heavily accented voice stunned me for a moment, Iâd completely forgotten that there were others around by the time I was done.Â
âNothing Ale. Sorry for the yelling.â Keira was very quickly by my side, probably been alerted by her other teammates.Â
âNoah, this is Alexia, our captain and who youâre going to stay with today while we train.âÂ
âHola Noah.â She stuck her hand out for me to shake.Â
âAre you kidding me? I donât need a fucking babysitter.â I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms.Â
âNoah! Use your manners!âÂ
âKeira itâs fine. Letâs go then. I will show you around the place.â Keira and Lucy shared looks as I was ushered away by their captain.Â
Neither of us spoke. Alexia just kept walking until we reached an empty conference room that overlooked the field. Slowly the team started to walk out onto the field. The silence was deafening, until Alexia broke it.Â
âI have a little sister. Sheâs 26 so not as young as you are but I know itâs hard for Keira.âÂ
âAll due respect, you donât know shit.â She quirked an eye at that, eyes burning into the side of my head. Admittedly, I understood how people were intimidated by her but I wasnât going to let her know that.Â
âI do know Keira is worried about you. Lucia too. I know you were sent here and youâre upset about that but donât take it out on Keira or Lucia. Thatâs not fair.âÂ
âNot fair? You want to know whatâs not fair Alexia? My whole life itâs always been about Keira. Keiraâs football, Keiraâs awards, everything is about Keira. My ma cried for a week when Keira said she was moving out, then cried again when Keira said she was moving to Spain. None of them care about me. Itâs all keeping up appearances. I bet if you asked Keira what I enjoyed doing she wouldnât be able to answer. To Keira and my parents Iâm just some annoying accident that they pretend doesnât exist, so Iâm so sorry if I hurt your precious Keiraâs feelings.âÂ
I violently wiped the tears that came out. We sat in silence for the next half hour. I knew it wasnât fair to lash out at Alexia, but no one was listening to me. No one ever listened to me.Â
âVamos. I have physio and you must come.â She made her way over to the door, waiting for me to get up.Â
âWhy are you not training? Arenât you supposed to be the best?âÂ
âMy knee hurts.â Her response was stern, clearly a soft spot for her. âSit there. Donât move please.âÂ
the more I watched her the more I realised we had something in common. We were both struggling. I pulled out my sketch pad, deciding now was the best time to get some stuff drawn.Â
On the bike next to Alexia was a younger girl, she didnât look too much older than me. Taking a mental photo of the imagine in front of me I got to work. After an hour, the younger girl came walking over, scaring me a little when she spoke because I was so into my work.Â
âHola, me llamo Jana. ÂżCĂłmo te llamas?â
âJana no habla espaĂąol.â Alexia spoke up from the weights.Â
âMy names Noah.âÂ
âNice to meet you. What are you working on?â At this point, it was just a bunch of messy lines. There wasnât much to see or make out.Â
âitâs nothing yet.âÂ
âShow me when youâre done?â I nodded. Not really planning on going through with it, âI have to leave now. AdiĂłs Noah!â Her smile was infectious.Â
No one disturbed me for the next little while until Alexia informed me she was going to the next room and for me to follow. She seemed to be fine talking about her knee, considering I didnât understand a word of the fast Spanish they were speaking. Â
âVamos! We are done and we leave now.âÂ
âLeave? Where are we going?â Keira and Lucy never said anything about leaving, in fact they said the opposite.Â
âMy home. Letâs go, Olga is waiting.â She gave me a push out the door.Â
âWho the fuck is Olga?âÂ
âLanguage PequeĂąo. Olga is my girlfriend. She will not hurt you. Keira said yes.âÂ
âKeira said yes to a stranger taking me in her car, to her house, where another stranger was waiting?â
âI am no stranger to Keira and you are know stranger to me. I know a lot. Vamos I am hungry.âÂ
Alexiaâs car was fancy, really fancy. Definitely the nicest Iâve ever been in but I guess it makes sense when youâre as famous as she is. She riddled with her Spotify before driving off. It was a quiet drive, she didnât push for conversation which I appreciated.Â
Her apartment building is near the beach, looking over the coast of Barcelona. Seemed like a fitting place for her. As we pulled into the garage she started talking.Â
âOlga, my girlfriend, doesnât speak the best of English. She is very nice though.âÂ
âKeira and Lucy yell at me for talking to strangers so itâs fine.âÂ
âYouâre a, sabelotodo, you can talk to her. Just slowly. Or I will translate.âÂ
âI donât know what you said but thanks?â She laughed. We made our way upstairs, and into her apartment.Â
âJesus Christ this is fancy.âÂ
I could hear her groan from the hallway, âlanguage PequeĂąo. Please take your shoes off.âÂ
I very quickly listened, throwing my shoes haphazardly near hers, then walking straight over to the big windows in her living room, ignoring the body on the couch.Â
âHola amor. Este es Noah. Lo estĂĄ pasando un poco mal, asĂ que mientras estoy en rehabilitaciĂłn va a pasar el rato conmigo. Puede que no hable contigo, pero te prometo que es una buena niĂąa.â
(Hola amor. This is Noah. Sheâs having a bit of a rough time so while Iâm doing rehab sheâs going to be hanging out with me. She might not talk to you, but Iâm promise sheâs a good kid.)
âÂżHabla espaĂąol? Mi inglĂŠs no es bueno, Ale.â
(Does she speak Spanish? My English isnât good Ale.) They both turned their heads to me, I was too busy staring at the coast to pay any attention.Â
âNoah, say hi please.â Alexiaâs voice was soft.Â
âHola, soy Noah.â I gave a small shy wave. Both of them looked at me shocked.Â
âÂżDijiste que no habla espaĂąol?â Olga was dumbfounded.Â
(You said she doesnât speak Spanish?â )
âÂżElla no? ÂżKeira y Lucy dijeron que no lo sabĂa? Noah, you speak Spanish?â
(She doesnât? Keira and Lucy both said she doesnât know it?)
âNo. That girl from the gym, uh Jana? I remembered what she said and just said the same thing. Obviously replacing her name with mine because Iâm not Jana, Iâm Noah.âÂ
I pulled my sketch book and pencils out and started the draw the imagine in front of me. Olga and Alexia were engaged in a conversation behind me but I couldnât understand them, not that I particularly cared anyway.Â
After what felt like 5 minutes, Alexia interrupted.Â
âPequeĂąo, come wash your hands please. Olga made lunch.â Abandoning my book and pencils I got up and followed her. We all sat at the table, Alexia started bringing the food out.Â
âGracias for lunch Olga.âÂ
âMira, te lo dije. Es una buena niĂąaâ.
âYou are okay.â Olga beamed at me.Â
âWelcome, youâre welcome.â I smiled back, she seemed nice enough, obviously if she was with Alexia she couldnât be a horrible person.Â
âAle, pregĂşntale quĂŠ estaba dibujando, por favorâ.
âOlga wants to know what youâre drawing.âÂ
âJust the view out the window.âÂ
Alexia translated it back, then Olga said something else, so bloody fast it just sounded like one noise.Â
âShe would like to see it. If thatâs okay, if itâs no that is fine.âÂ
âOkay.â I shrugged, getting up and walking back over to my book. I handed it to her and let her flick through it. Thankfully it was relatively new so there wasnât any depressing stuff in it.Â
âAle and Jana, no?â I knew exactly which one she was talking about. I nodded my head and continued to eat.Â
âGood. I like.â She flicked to the next page which was of the view outside. âAle, ven a ver esto. ÂĄEs tan bueno!â (Ale, come look at this. Itâs so good!â)
âYou drew this just now?â Her eyebrows were raised, there was a look in her eyes that I couldnât place.Â
âYeah? Itâs not finished yet or prefect-â
âÂĄNo, no! Esto es genial. Se ve perfecto. ÂĄDĂselo a Ale! Dile lo genial que es.â (No no! This is great. It looks perfect. Tell her Ale! Tell her how great she is. )
Olga look excited, it worried me a little bit. âOlga loves it. She says youâre very great.âÂ
âOh, um, gracias?âÂ
Olga placed the sketch book back on the table, we all continued to eat our lunch. It felt a bit awkward afterwards, alexia announced she was going to shower and then we would watch a movie until Lucy and Keira came. I helped Olga clean up from lunch and as we sat down on the couch, she pulled out google translate. Clearly wanting to have a conversation with me.Â
âI have a proposition for you.â I urged her to continue, she typed quickly. âAlexia loves her mami and sister. If I gave you a photo of them, would you draw them? I will pay you of course, but you canât tell Alexia.âÂ
I took her phone, âyes, but I donât want money. Will you teach me Spanish instead? I donât think Iâm leaving anytime soon.â She agreed, throwing her arms around me and hugging me.Â
Usually, hugs make me anxious, claustrophobic and uncomfortable, but there was something about this hug that didnât. Maybe because it was full of appreciation and happiness and not out of obligation.Â
Alexia came back and we all got comfortable. I sat in the middle, alexia joking it was so I didnât run away, not that Iâd get very far here. After 10 minutes of watching Lilo and Stitch (with the Spanish subtitles), my eyelids started getting heavy. My body finally realising what sleep is. It very quickly overcame me and I fell asleep with my head in alexiaâs lap.Â
Keira and Lucy arrived just after 5pm, they had some media things today which meant that they were later than normal.Â
âHola Keira y Lucy. Noah estĂĄ dormido en el sofĂĄ con Ale. Entraâ.
âGraciasâ both girls softly said as they slipped off their shoes. The sight in front of them was not what they were expecting. Noah looked so small, and so peaceful snuggled into Alexia.Â
âNoodle, hey kiddo you gotta wake up. Weâve got to go home.â Keira spoke, softly pushing hair out of my face.Â
âKei?âÂ
âYeah baby. Come on. Do you have everything?âÂ
I groaned as I got up. That was a good sleep, at least for me it was. âUm I just need my pencils and book.â I very quickly gathered my stuff up. Saying a quick goodbye to Olga and Alexia and walking out her front door, Lucy was hot in my tail.Â
âSheâs a good kid Keira. She showed us her drawings, I think sheâs better than Maps.âÂ
âThank you Ale. I mean it. Iâll see you tomorrow. Tell Olga I said thank you too.âÂ
The ride back was quiet. We made small talk about our days but once we got inside Keiraâs flat I beelined for the room I was staying in. Olga had sent me the photo of Alexia, her sister and Mami and I wanted to get a head start on it. It needed to be perfect, that meant it would take hours and hours.Â
I was so lost in the artwork that I didnât realise what time it was until Keira came in to tell me to get ready. With one look at me, she knew I didnât sleep. She didnât push it though.Â
Alexia took me away as soon as we arrived, this time to the cafeteria.Â
âWe eat, then go to the gym. Get some food please.â The concern was evident in her voice, Keira probably told her I didnât sleep or eat anything since I left her house yesterday.Â
I sat down with a small bowl of fruit and a piece of toast, alexia sighed when she saw the little amount of food I had, âwe will work on you eating more and better.âÂ
The morning was the same as yesterday, I sat and continued my drawing of Alexia and Jana, expect this time someone else interrupted.Â
âHola Poco Walsh. I am Mapi.â She sat down next to me, a child like smile on her face, âyou draw alexia and Jana?âÂ
I turned the page towards her and her eyes almost popped out of her head. âÂĄDios mĂo, eres tan bueno! ÂĄMuy, muy bueno!âÂ
âMarĂa, dĂŠjala en paz, por favor.âÂ
âAye capi, we are friends yes. She draws good!âÂ
âVamos PequeĂąo, we leave now. Say goodbye Maria.â Mapi said goodbye straight away, I laughed at her enthusiasm.Â
Alexiaâs car was warm, soft and safe. The sound of the engine and the soft music out of the radio lulled me into a sleep very quickly. She woke me up when we arrived and we went upstairs. I threw my shoes off, remembering yesterday when she said no shoes in the house, then threw myself onto the couch.Â
Alexia smiled, announced she was going to shower and then walked off. Her couch was like a big cloud, it engulfed me and I easily went back off to sleep. she woke me back up after an hour, shoving a plate of food and a bottle of water in my heads. It was quiet for a while until Alexia spoke.Â
âWhy are you angry with Keira and your parents? I heard what you said to Lucy yesterday.âÂ
âDid you know I played the piano?âÂ
âNena, thatâs not what I asked.â She was stern.Â
âI know, but did you know?âÂ
âNo. But I only just meet you.âÂ
âKeira has known me all my life and I could bet ÂŁ100 that you know more about me than she does. You probably know more about me than my own parents.âÂ
âI donât think I understand nena?âÂ
âMy whole life has been about Keira. Travelling to see Keira play, missing piano recitals because Keira is playing. I remember when Man City won the league, it happened on my birthday and my parents said we couldnât go out because Keira won. That was the start of them missing my birthdays. I was 9. Then I got into this music school in London that offered lessons on Saturdays, so I could sell my drawings to pay for it and catch the train to London for my lessons. I got into this school and was going to ask my parents to let me go but then Keira said she was leaving for Barcelona. Then they would leave me at home, alone so they can go to Spain for Keira. Keira never cared but Lucy did. So did Leah. But then Lucy left too and I guess it just became too much. They only i was gone after the World Cup, which they forced me to attend. So itâs just been me, in the shadows and Keira never said anything or cared.â I didnât realise I was crying until the tears dropped onto the table.Â
âOh nena, come here.â She pulled me into the tightest hug Iâve ever had. âI will talk to Keira yes? We can fix things?â I nodded my head against her chest. She let me cry for a minute before dragging me into her bedroom, pushing me onto the bed and then walking away and coming back with a change of clothes.Â
âPut these on, then we will watch a movie.âÂ
I did as she said, climbed back into her bed and got comfy. After she picked a movie and put English subtitles on, we both relaxed. I ended up falling asleep, again. This time in a warm, comfy bed.Â
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timeline: 2019
synopsis: What starts as playful teasing quickly spirals into something deeper, where teasing words and lingering touches lead to a line neither of them can ever uncross.
warnings: 18+ mdni, mature content, sexual content, smut, cursing, slightly slow burn, best friends to lovers, sexual tension, flirting, subtle innuendos, alcohol consumption, somewhat reckless driving, kisses!, first times, pet names, piv sex, unprotected sex (girly pop is on birth control), teasing, dirty talk, fingering, Jeonghan the menace, they are both freaky af, pure filth!
buckle up ladies and gentlemen⌠literally â¤ď¸âđĽ my first ever smut!! i hope you guys love it and please please pleaseâ I cannot stress this enoughâ please take time to read the warnings and the disclaimer before reading! other than that⌠enjoy! (yes, this was inspired by âEnglish Love Affairâ by 5sos, so you guys can listen to that song as you read if you want.) (also send me one-shot requests you want to see in the future!)
Disclaimer: The following chapter contains explicit sexual content and mature themes. It is intended for adult readers only. If you are under the legal age or find these subjects uncomfortable, it is advised for you to refrain from reading further. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
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Jeonghan had always taken pride in his composure.
He was the calm in any storm, the serene face in chaos, and the one who could hide his inner turmoil behind the effortless charm that had become his signature.
It was a skill he had honed over the yearsâ a mask he wore with such ease that even his closest friends rarely saw beyond it. It wasnât that he was emotionless; far from it. He felt everything deeply, but he had always mastered the art of controlling those feelings.
That was just who he wasâ unflappable, composed, always in control.
But that was before Luna.
The moment she stepped into his life, everything changed.
Luna had a way of breaking down his walls without even trying, a skill that no one else seemed to possess.
He could still remember the first time he saw herâ those wide doe eyes filled with uncertainty as she stood in the PLEDIS practice room, the newest trainee among a sea of faces. Her nervous energy radiated off her, but there was something about her quiet determination that caught his attention.
It wasnât just her looks or her talent, though those were undeniable.
No, it was the way she carried herself, the way she seemed to be holding a storm inside her, a storm she kept under tight control, especially during those grueling monthly evaluations. Her voice, raw and beautiful, would echo through the room, and each time, Jeonghan found himself captivated.
And then, of course, there were her smiles. The first time she smiled at himâ truly smiled, not out of politeness or nerves but with genuine warmthâ he felt something in him stir. It was a small thing, the way her lips curved upward, the way her eyes sparkled like she was letting him in on a secret only the two of them knew.
His heart had jumped that day, a flutter of something unfamiliar yet intoxicating, something he wasnât used to. For a man who prided himself on control, that smile felt like a small crack in his carefully constructed armor.
But then, there was the night she confessed.
The memory of it still haunted Jeonghan even after a year or so, her voice quiet yet steady, the way her eyes, usually so bright, filled with heartbreak as he gently turned her down.
He had told her and himself it was for the team, for the sake of professionalism, but deep down, he knew the truthâ it had been cowardice.
He was scared.
Scared of what it meant to feel something so intense for someone who was not only part of his world but essential to it.
And seeing the hurt in her eyes, the pain she tried so hard to mask, had been one of the hardest things he had ever done.
Now, as Jeonghan sat at the back of one of their favorite restaurants, watching the members celebrating Wonwooâs birthday, that same ache returned, gnawing at his chest.
Luna was there, singing her pretty little heart out, a bright smile stretched across her face as she jumped up and down with the others. The room was filled with energy, everyone in high spirits as they belted out lyrics, glasses filled with alcohol raised in the air.
Their own private section, tucked away at the back of the restaurant, provided them privacy, but Jeonghan felt far from the noise as if his world had narrowed to just one person.
Luna.
Her hair flew wildly as she moved to the music, her laughter ringing out above the noise. She looked freeâ untethered, glowing under the dim restaurant lights, and Jeonghan couldn't help but stare. His eyes tracked her every movement, unable to look away, even though he knew he should. Her smile reached her eyes, that same real, unfiltered joy he hadnât seen in a while.
It made his heart skip again, just like it always had.
He thought of the way she had looked at him when she confessed, the vulnerability in her eyes, and how, in this moment, she looked so different. So full of life, so happy, surrounded by people who adored her. She was singing, laughing, her body moving to the rhythm of the music, and yet all Jeonghan could do was sit there, glass in hand, silently fighting the urge to stand up and cross the room to her.
He swallowed hard, his fingers tightening around the glass. His heart raced as memories of the past year flooded his mindâ how he hadnât stopped thinking about her since that night, how he had been too afraid to face his own feelings, and how, even now after a year, watching her from afar, the same fear still lingered in his chest.
But this time, something was different. Something had shifted. The control he had always taken such pride in was slipping, and he wasnât sure he wanted to stop it.
Jeonghan leaned back in his chair, the cool wood pressing against his back as he watched Luna across the room. He had always been composed, always the one in control, but ever since he realized he was indeed falling for her, his determination to fix things between them had only grown stronger.
He had spent the past year trying to return to normal, to recapture the easy friendship they once shared before the night she had confessed and he had rejected her.
And they had succeededâ there was no bad blood, no awkward tension. They laughed and joked as they always had, nothing between them felt forced or strained.
It was as if nothing had ever happened.
But that was what scared him the most.
Was this ease a sign that Luna had moved on? Or was she still pretending, masking her feelings as she always had, waiting for him to make the next move?
Jeonghan didnât know if he should feel relieved or terrified by the prospect.
This past year, since his own realization, he had been more open about his feelings. He wasnât trying to hide it anymore. He had been more touchy, letting his hands linger on her arm a second longer than necessary. He had been more clingy, finding reasons to stand close to her during practice or sit beside her at meals. And he had been flirting, playfully teasing her with lines that bordered on genuine affection.
Jeonghan had never denied her anythingâ anything she asked for, she got.
It hadnât taken long for Luna to notice.
She wasnât stupid; she was cautious, of course. She still had feelings for himâ Jeonghan could see it in the way her gaze would linger on him, the slight quirk of her lips whenever he said something that surprised herâ but she was guarded now.
She wasnât about to let her heart get broken again.
Yet, despite her caution, Jeonghan could tell she was intrigued by his bolder approach, even drawn to it.
Luna was a little petty, tooâ he could see it in the way she played along, letting him dote on her, waiting to see where he would take things. She wanted him to work for it, and he couldnât blame her. He had hurt her, and now he had to prove that he was serious.
Tonight, she looked like a vision, and Jeonghan couldnât take his eyes off her.
Luna was dressed in a sleek black leather jacket that gleamed under the restaurant lights, cinched at the waist with silver studs. Beneath it, she wore a simple white tee, tucked into high-waisted black shorts that hugged her curves in a way that made his breath catch in his throat. Her legs, long and slender, were clad in sheer black tights, the material shimmering slightly as she moved, and her feet were adorned in knee-high black boots that gave her an edgy, dangerous air. A thin scarf, sequined and sparkling, was loosely tied around her neck, and her hair, an ashy grey color and wavy, cascaded over her shoulders, wild and free.
Her makeup was minimal, but it highlighted her features perfectly, bringing out the depth of her dark-brown eyes, the shape of her cheekbones, and the curve of her plump lips.
With everything else muted, her beauty shone brighter than ever. Jeonghan took a deep breath, trying to slow his racing pulse.
Jeonghanâs gaze raked over her form, slowly, deliberately, as he raised his glass to his lips and took another shot.
He tried to savor the taste, the burn of the alcohol as it slid down his throat, but all he could think about was her. He avoided drinking too muchâ he had driven to the restaurant tonight and needed to stay clear-headedâ but his senses were already clouded by something much stronger than alcohol.
Luna.
Every fiber of his being was filled with her. She was all he could see as she danced, laughing and twirling with Hoshi, Dokyeom, and Seungkwan. Her laughter rang in his ears like a melody, her voice clear and bright as she sang along to the music, her body moving effortlessly to the beat.
Her perfumeâ sweet and expensiveâ lingered in the air around him, wrapping him in her scent, a constant reminder of her presence. He watched as her hand brushed against his arm, a fleeting, accidental touch as she spun past him, but it was enough to set his skin ablaze. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, trying to focus, trying to steady the racing in his chest, but all he could feel was her.
Her energy, her warmth, her light.
There was only one thing missing.
Taste.
Jeonghan rolled the lingering flavor of the alcohol over his tongue, but it was becoming increasingly unsatisfying, especially as his gaze landed on the pink lollipop tucked between Lunaâs lips.
She twirled it absentmindedly as she danced, the candy disappearing and reappearing from between her soft lips.
A pang of frustration swelled inside him as he watched, his mind drifting to thoughts he knew he shouldnât be entertainingâ not here, not now. But the longer he watched her, the more his control began to slip.
Soon, Luna finally separated from the whirlwind of dancing, her energy visibly spent, and finally peeled herself away from Hoshi, Seungkwan, and Dokyeom, who were still bouncing around like maniacs with boundless energy. Their bodies moved in sync with the beat, wild and free as if they were drawing energy from some endless well.
She stole one last glance at them, shaking her head with a smile as they flailed their arms in exaggerated dance moves.
Luna, however, had reached her limit. She could feel her heart racing, her legs trembling from the exertion, and her skin was glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Her own legs felt like jelly after keeping up with them for what felt like hours, her chest heaving slightly as she tried to catch her breath.
She laughed to herself as she made her way back to their table, where the rest of the members were seated, the ones who had wisely opted to sit back and enjoy the chaos rather than join in.
Jeonghanâs eyes hadnât left her for a second. He watched the subtle rise and fall of her chest, the glisten of sweat along her neck, the lollipop twirling between her fingers.
As Luna approached, Seungcheol looked up, his gaze landing on her as he pointed and chuckled. âTired already?â His voice held a teasing edge.
Luna plopped down into her seat next to Jeonghan, letting out an exaggerated sigh as she pulled the lollipop out of her mouth and pointed toward the trio still dancing like maniacs. âI donât know how those three do it. That was my limit,â she chuckled, her voice breathless yet light.
The group chuckled softly as they watched Seungkwan throw his head back in wild laughter and Hoshi twist his body with far too much enthusiasm. Dokyeomâs arms were flailing in an exaggerated dance move, oblivious to the stares they were attracting.
âThose three could keep going for hours,â Vernon muttered, shaking his head as he looked over at them.
Luna let out a small, tired laugh, and as she settled into her seat, she felt Jeonghanâs presence beside her.
Jeonghanâs eyes were still locked on her, though. Everything else in the room seemed muted, the voices of their friends blending into the background. He admired the way her skin glowed under the soft lights of the restaurant, how her ash grey hair clung to her slightly damp neck from all the dancing.
Every inch of her was so effortlessly captivating.
He hadnât stopped watching her since she sat down. His gaze was unrelenting, but not in a way that made her uncomfortableâ rather, it was the kind of stare that seemed to pierce through all her usual defenses, a soft intensity that always left her feeling exposed.
Before she could think too much about it, Seungcheol, the ever-diligent leader, straightened up and glanced at the time on his phone. His expression shifted slightly, taking on that familiar responsible tone he always wore when it was time to get serious.
âWeâve been here for three hours,â he announced, his voice cutting through the noise just enough for the group to hear him. âIt's late and we have work tomorrow. Plus, I think three hours of dancing is enough for one night.â He cast a glance toward the still-energetic trio with a knowing smirk.
The rest of the group groaned lightly but nodded in agreement. Seungcheol was right, as always. No matter how much fun they were having, they had responsibilities waiting for them in the coming days as they continued to prepare for their comeback with their new song âHITâ next month.
As the leader gathered everyone, Luna, still catching her breath, felt Jeonghanâs presence beside her, his warmth radiating through the small space between them. It wasnât just his proximity, thoughâ there was something electric about how quiet he had been, his intense gaze fixated solely on her.
It was hard not to blush under his gazeâ how long had he been watching her? But then again, she didn't mind being the center of his attention.
She could feel it, a tension in the air that wasnât there before, and it made her skin tingle.
While Seungcheol was busy with the rest of the members, Jeonghan turned his attention back to Luna, his eyes softening as he leaned just a little closer to her. âYou looked like you were having fun out there,â he murmured, his voice low and teasing, that familiar lilt in his tone that always seemed to make her stomach do a tiny flip.
Luna huffed out a small laugh, shaking her head. âI was. Until I couldnât feel my legs anymore,â she replied, her own voice quieter now as the noise around them seemed to dim slightly.
Jeonghanâs smile deepened, a small chuckle escaping him. âPushing yourself too hard again?â he cooed softly, his voice dropping into that smooth, almost condescending tone he often used when he was in full dote-on-Luna mode.
It wasnât harsh; it was gentle like he was speaking to a child who didnât know their limits yet.
Luna rolled her eyes, but there was a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips. âSomeone had to keep up with Dokyeomie, and you certainly werenât volunteering,â she shot back, her tone light but with a teasing edge.
Jeonghanâs eyes glinted with amusement, his hand coming to rest on the back of her chair. The casual gesture sent a shiver of warmth through her, but she kept her expression neutral.
âIâm just smart enough to know my limits,â he said smoothly, his voice dropping into a quieter, more intimate tone. âUnlike someone.â
She could feel the tension simmering between themâ subtle, unspoken, but undeniably present. The way he was looking at her, the way his voice seemed to dip into that soft, almost velvety tone whenever he spoke to herâ it was enough to make her heart race slightly faster, but she wasnât about to give him the satisfaction of knowing that.
âYouâre always so full of wisdom,â she teased, letting out a small, tired laugh.
Jeonghan chuckled softly, his gaze dropping to her lips for the briefest second before meeting her eyes again. âYou should listen to me more often,â he murmured, his voice now so low it was almost a whisper. âI only have your best interests at heart, Jiyeonie.â
"Mhm, I'm fine." Luna playfully rolled her eyes at him which Jeonghan caught considering he hadn't taken his eyes off her yet.
Jeonghan carefully eyed her seat and reached for the base and with one quick tug, he pulled her closer before turning his head slightly, his voice smooth and low as he leaned just a bit closer to her, his breath brushing against the shell of her ear. âSay whatever you want but you seem to have a hard time keeping up with them, Nana-ya,â he teased, his tone both condescending and affectionate, his words laced with a quiet, teasing chuckle.
He used that familiar pet name, one that made her heart skip in ways she tried to ignore.
Luna scoffed lightly, rolling her eyes but unable to hide the smile tugging at her lips. âI was keeping up just fine, thank you very much.â
âMm, sure you were.â Jeonghanâs voice was soft, but it was filled with amusement as he slowly turned toward her, his body shifting so he was facing her more directly.
His eyes gleamed mischievously, a spark of playful intent. âYou should take care of yourself, hm? You should let me take care of you more,â he cooed softly, his tone dipping into that dangerously low, smooth register that always made her stomach twist.
Jeonghan wasnât looking at her like a friend, not anymore, and it made her blood run warmer.
He leaned in slightly, his breath brushing against the side of her face as he spoke. His tone was so soft, so intimate, it made her heart race even though the words themselves were teasing.
The way he said it, like she was something fragile, something precious that needed looking afterâ it was disarming.
Luna raised an eyebrow, leaning back slightly in her seat as if to regain some distance, though the playful glint in her eyes betrayed her. âYou'll take care of me?â she repeated, her voice challenging but soft.
Jeonghan leaned in closer, his face just inches from hers now. The scent of his cologneâ earthy, slightly musky, and so distinctly himâ filled her senses.
âSince youâve clearly been overexerting yourself. In practice too, you've been overworking yourself,â he said in that smooth, deep tone, his fingers lightly brushing a stray lock of hair away from her face, his touch feather-light yet deliberate. âYou know how I hate seeing you tired, Jiyeonie.â
The way he spoke, the way his voice dropped into something so soft and intimate, made Lunaâs pulse quicken. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, his eyes drinking in every detail of her face as if she were the only thing that mattered in the entire room.
The others were still laughing, still packing up, but to Jeonghan, none of it existed. There was only her.
Luna swallowed, her throat suddenly dry, though she fought to keep her composure. She knew him too wellâ knew that behind the teasing, there was something deeper. Something simmering beneath the surface.
âYouâre really laying it on thick tonight, Han,â she teased back, her voice a bit quieter now, the nickname slipping out before she could stop herself. âAre you worried about me?â
Jeonghan eyes darkened slightly, his lips curving into a small, knowing smile as his gaze flickered down to her lips before slowly meeting her eyes again. âI always worry about you,â he murmured, his voice almost a whisper now, intimate and deep.
His words hung in the air between them, thick with unspoken tension, the kind that made Lunaâs breath catch in her throat.
She was drawn to it, to him, even though every rational part of her brain screamed at her to keep her guard up. But Jeonghan had a way of getting under her skin, making her want things she knew she shouldnât.
Before she could reply, his hand brushed against hers, just a light, fleeting touch, but it was enough to send a jolt of electricity through her. She glanced down at their hands, the small contact sending her heart racing, but when she looked back up at him, his eyes were still fixed on hers, unrelenting, waiting.
âYouâve been acting strange lately,â she finally said, her voice quieter now, as if the weight of the moment was pressing down on her.
Jeonghan tilted his head slightly, a soft chuckle escaping him. âStrange? I thought I was always like this with you.â His tone was playful, but there was a seriousness behind his words, a truth he wasnât ready to say outright.
Luna narrowed her eyes at him, though her lips twitched into a small smile. âNo, you havenât. Not like this.â She paused, her voice dropping lower, more serious. âWhat changed, Jeonghan?â
Luna knew what changed... she just wanted to hear it come out of his mouth⌠she needed to hear it.
The tension between them thickened, palpable, both of them fully aware of what wasnât being said.
Before she could respond, their conversation was interrupted by the sudden noise of Seungcheol calling everyone to gather up. The leaderâs voice cut through the moment like a knife, and Luna could feel the tension between her and Jeonghan dissipate as reality sank back in.
Jeonghan leaned back slightly, his hand still resting on the back of her chair as he gave her a small, knowing smile. âLooks like weâre being summoned,â he said softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
The rest of the group began to gather their things, Seungcheol rounding everyone up with the ease of someone used to managing chaos. Hoshi, Seungkwan, and Dokyeom finally stopped their dancing, though they were still buzzing with energy as they made their way over to the group.
âCome on,â Jeonghan murmured, standing up from his seat and offering Lunaâs hand.
She took it without hesitation, letting him help her up from the chair, her legs still slightly wobbly from all the dancing. As they made their way to the exit, saying goodbye to everyone as they prepared to head home, Jeonghan kept close to her side.
They exchanged quiet goodbyes with the other members, Seungcheol reminding everyone to get some rest before they had to jump back into work the next day.
Once the farewells were done, Jeonghan gently guided Luna toward his car. âCome on,â he said softly, his hand resting lightly on the small of her back as he led her through the parking lot. âI didnât drink much, Iâll drive us back.â
The air between them felt heavier now, quieter, as if the rest of the world had faded into the background, leaving only the two of them.
Luna didnât protest as they reached his car, slipping into the passenger seat as Jeonghan closed the door behind her. The sound of the car door shutting felt final like they were cocooned in their own little world now, separated from the noise and energy of the night.
Jeonghan slid into the driverâs seat and started the car, the low hum of the engine filling the silence. As they pulled out of the parking lot, the city lights reflecting off the windows, the tension that had been simmering between them earlier seemed to settle back in, quiet but palpable.
The hum of the car engine blended with the soft pattern of rain beginning to fall against the windshield. The city lights blurred as droplets streaked across the glass, casting soft reflections inside the car. It was a peaceful silence but charged, like the calm before a storm. Everything felt heightened in this small spaceâ the closeness, the warmth, the electricity between them that neither could ignore.
Luna had leaned back, her eyes lazily scanning the passing scenery as she twirled the lollipop in her mouth. Jeonghanâs hands rested lightly on the steering wheel, his focus on the road, but his attention clearly elsewhere.
Finally, Jeonghan broke the silence, his voice soft but cutting through the quiet like the first crack of thunder. âYou really do push yourself too hard,â he murmured, the tone carrying both amusement and concern. He glanced sideways at her, just for a second, catching the way her lips tugged into a smile.
Luna turned her head to face him, the corners of her mouth lifting into a playful smirk. âYou sound like a broken record,â she teased lightly, her voice tinged with laughter. âHave you forgotten you told me that already, or have you just got nothing new to say?â
Jeonghan chuckled a deep sound that filled the quiet car. âIâm just reminding you,â he said, his gaze flicking toward her briefly before returning to the road. âSomeone has to take care of you.â
Luna snorted softly, shaking her head. âI think Iâm doing fine. You should worry about yourself.â
âMe?â Jeonghanâs eyebrows lifted in mock offense. âIâm perfect.â
Luna rolled her eyes, the lollipop making a soft clack as she pulled it out of her mouth and pointed it at him. âYou and your ego, I swear. If your head gets any bigger, youâll need to get a bigger car.â
Jeonghan let out a soft laugh, eyes crinkling in amusement. âPlease, Jiyeonie, you like it.â
She shot him a playful glare but couldnât suppress the small smile tugging at her lips. âYou think you know me so well.â
âI do,â he said confidently, his tone casual yet carrying a weight behind it. âI know you push yourself because you hate being the first to give up. Youâd rather collapse than admit youâre tired.â
Luna blinked, surprised at how easily heâd read her, though she shouldnât have been. Jeonghan always had a way of seeing through her, peeling back layers without even trying. She shrugged, trying to play it off. âMaybe.â
The rain started coming down heavier, drumming against the roof. The windshield wipers moved in a steady rhythm, slicing through the water, but it did nothing to cut through the thickening tension between them.
âYou donât have to impress anyone, Nana-ya,â Jeonghan said quietly, his tone softer now, more sincere. âNot even me.â
Luna felt a warmth spread through her at his words, but she masked it with a grin. âWho says Iâm trying to impress you?â
Jeonghan glanced at her, a playful glint in his eyes. âOh, so itâs just me then?â
Luna scoffed, crossing her arms. âDonât get ahead of yourself.â
Jeonghan smirked, clearly enjoying himself. âToo late.â
Luna groaned, rolling her eyes dramatically. âWhy do I even bother talking to you?â
âBecause you love me,â he said simply, the teasing tone never leaving his voice.
For a while, neither of them spoke.
There was a pause in their conversation, a lull filled by the steady rhythm of rain against the windshield. The city lights blurred past them, casting soft reflections across Lunaâs face, her features illuminated in a soft, almost ethereal glow
Jeonghan wasnât sure what prompted him to say itâ maybe it was the lingering effect of the alcohol, or maybe it was the fact that he couldnât help himselfâbut the words slipped out before he could stop himself.
âHave I told you that you look beautiful today?â Jeonghan asked, his tone casual as he changed the topic, almost too casual for the weight those words carried.
Lunaâs head turned toward him, her eyebrows raising in surprise, though a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. She pulled the lollipop from her mouth, twirling it between her fingers as she gave him a teasing look. âI donât think you have,â she replied, her voice light, playful. âIs that something youâre just realizing now?â
Jeonghan chuckled softly, shaking his head. âNo, Iâve known it all night,â he said smoothly, his voice dipping into that soft, dangerously teasing tone he often used with her. âI just didnât get around to saying it until now.â
Luna leaned back in her seat, crossing her legs as she twirled the lollipop stick absentmindedly. âWell, thank you for your delayed observation,â she said with a mock-serious nod. âIâm sure youâve had plenty of time to admire me while I was dancing.â
He smiled, not denying it. âTrust me, Iâve been doing more than admiring.â His eyes glinted with mischief, though his voice remained steady and calm, the type of calm that made her heart skip a beat.
Luna rolled her eyes, though she couldnât help the warmth that spread across her cheeks. She looked out the window to hide the smile threatening to break across her face. âAlways so smooth, Hannie.â
âYou love it when Iâm smooth,â he replied, his voice dipping lower, softer, as he glanced at her again. There was something different in his gaze this timeâsomething that made the air between them feel heavier, more charged.
Lunaâs smile faded slightly, though not from discomfort. There was something in the way he was looking at her, something that made her pulse quicken despite herself. She didnât respond immediately, choosing instead to stare out at the rain as it blurred against the glass, her mind racing with thoughts she had tried to push aside for a long time.
Luna knew this game.
She knew how Jeonghan flirtedâ it was playful, light, teasing, always with a little smirk and a sparkle in his eyes. He had flirted with her before more so these last couple of months and she had always brushed it off, played along, knowing it didnât mean anything.
But tonight felt different. There was something in the way his eyes lingered on her, the way his voice dropped into that dangerously low tone whenever he spoke to her. It made her stomach twist in ways that scared her.
She told herself it was just him being Jeonghan, that he hadnât changed, that this was just how he was. But deep down, she couldnât help but feel that something had shifted between them. She had seen it in the way he looked at her tonight, had felt it in the way he hovered near her during the party, the way his fingers brushed hers when he helped her out of her chair earlier.
It wasnât just friendly. It was something more, something heavier, something that made her chest tighten with a mix of hope and fear.
And yet⌠Luna couldnât help herself.
She was drawn to it, drawn to him.
Even though she had promised herself she wouldnât let her heart win again, even though she had sworn to herself that she wouldnât let her guard down, she was losing the battle.
It was impossible to resist Yoon Jeonghan, especially when he looked at her like she was the only person in the roomâ he had a way of making her feel like the center of his universe, even when he was surrounded by others.
It was intoxicating.
Dangerous.
But Bae Jiyeon was drawn to it all the same.
She knew she shouldnât.
She knew it was risky, that letting herself fall again would only lead to heartache.
But as she sat there, feeling his eyes on her, feeling the warmth of his presence beside her, she wondered if maybeâ just maybeâ she was willing to take that risk again.
âYouâre such a flirt. In fact, youâre bolder than normal,â Luna allowed herself to chuckle.
Jeonghan's fingers tightened on the steering wheel for a moment as her words lingered between them.
Where had this sudden boldness come from?
He didn't know.
Sure, he flirted, teased, and bantered with Lunaâ it was their dynamic, the rhythm theyâd fallen into after years of knowing each other.
But something about these past few months and more so tonight felt different.
Maybe it was the few drinks heâd had earlier, loosening his inhibitions just enough to say the things heâd been holding back. Or maybe it was desperation, the realization that he had been skirting around his feelings for far too long.
Maybe it was because they were alone, away from the rest of the group, the tension between them simmering just beneath the surface.
Maybe it was the way she looked tonight and every dayâ beautiful, radiant like she didnât even realize the effect she had on him.
Maybe it was just her.
Maybe it had always been her.
He had always been good at hiding his emotions, at keeping things under wraps, but with Luna⌠it was different.
She had a way of breaking through his defenses without even trying. He could still remember the way she looked at him when she confessed last yearâ the heartbreak in her eyes when he rejected her. He hadnât meant to hurt her, but he had. And heâd been thinking about it ever since.
Or maybe it was the fact that he was tired of pretending he didnât feel something for her, something more than friendship.
He had spent so long avoiding this, avoiding her, because he was scared. Scared of what it would mean if he admitted to himself that he had feelings for her.
But sitting here, in this small, quiet space with the rain falling softly around them, he felt like he couldnât hold it in anymore. He was drawn to herâ had always been drawn to herâ but tonight, it was different.
Whatever it was, he was allowing himself to be a little reckless.
The rain intensified, the rhythmic sound growing louder as they drove through the quiet streets back to the dorm. The world outside the car was dark and blurred, but inside, the tension was so thick it felt like something tangible.
Every second they spent in this small, enclosed space made the air feel heavier, more charged. Jeonghan could feel it in every breath, in every glance she threw his way.
Tonight, he was ready to risk it.
He wasnât sure how he had managed to keep himself in check for so long, because right now, all he wanted was her.
Jeonghan cleared his throat, his voice dropping lower as he spoke. âYou know, I wasnât lying when I said you look beautiful. I wasnât just saying that to flatter you,â he murmured, his tone soft but deliberate. âYou really do look beautiful tonight.â
âMm⌠thank you,â Luna said as she shifted in her seat slightly, pulling her legs up underneath her as she leaned against the car door.
Jeonghan glanced at her again, his heart skipping a beat when he saw her looking back at him and for a moment, he was gone. She was smiling softly, her eyes bright despite the late hour, her lips still stained from the lollipop she had been playing with all night.
And in that moment, Jeonghan realized he was a goner.
Completely and utterly lost.
The way she looked bathed in the faint glow of the dashboard lights, her lips curling around her words, her eyes dancing with mischief. The subtle scent of her perfume filled the car, a warm and intoxicating mix that tugged at his senses.
Luna was talking, her voice a tantalizing melody yet Jeonghan couldnât make out what she was sayingâ he wasâŚ. completely and utterly lost. And then, her handâ the gentle, casual touch as she caressed his shoulder while she talked, sending a jolt through his chest like a spark had just ignited something inside him.
How was he supposed to concentrate on driving when every part of him was tuned into her?
Jeonghan realized, with a sudden, amused thought, that there were a few things you absolutely shouldnât do while driving: use your phone, be drunk, speed recklessly⌠and have Bae Jiyeon sitting in your passenger seat.
It was dangerous.
The kind of danger that made him wonder if he was more likely to crash the car from being so utterly distracted by her.
Jeonghanâs grip on the wheel tightened as he forced himself to focus on the road ahead. But then he glanced at her again, and his breath caught for a second.
Luna was watching himâ no, she was staring at him with a smug look in her eyes, as if she knew exactly what she was doing to him.
Of course, she knew. She always knew.
That smugness in her expression, the way her lips twitched as if she was enjoying watching him squirmâ it was maddening.
Luna was enjoying this. Petty as she could be, she was reveling in the way he was slowly unraveling under her gaze.
And just like that, Luna decided to throw all of her fucks out the window.
âAm I going to be the cause of our collective demise once you crash this car?â Luna chuckled as she addressed Jeonghanâs focus on her despite driving.
âYou think this is funny?â he muttered, his voice low, laced with that familiar teasing edge. He didnât even try to hide the amusement in his tone, despite the frustration simmering underneath.
Luna twirled the lollipop in her mouth, the little pink candy rotating lazily as she continued to stare at him, her eyes glinting mischievously.
She didnât even bother to answer himâ just smirked and leaned back in her seat as if she had already won this silent game they were playing.
There was something in the way she was looking at him nowâ something deeper than just their usual playful banter. He could feel the heat of her gaze, the way her eyes seemed to trace over him as if she was daring him to do something.
The tension was unbearable, every word they exchanged adding to the weight of it.
Jeonghan knew, at that moment, that any shred of morality or self-restraint he had left was being thrown out the window.
He couldnât help himself anymore, not when she was looking at him like that, not when every nerve in his body was on fire from just being near her.
He glanced at her again, and this time, he didnât hold back the flirtation in his voice. âNana-yaâŚâ he started, his tone smooth, dangerously soft. âIf you keep looking at me like that, we might have a problem.â
Luna raised an eyebrow, her eyes gleaming with challenge as she continued to twirl the lollipop in her mouth. âOh?â she murmured, feigning innocence, though the glint in her eyes told him she was anything but. âAnd what kind of problem would that be?â
Jeonghanâs eyes flicked toward her briefly, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk. âThe kind where I stop caring about the road entirely and start caring about something else.â
The implication hung in the air between them, thick with the tension neither of them was willing to fully acknowledge yet.
Luna giggled, leaning back against the seat, twirling the lollipop between her fingers like she was playing with the moment. âYouâre such a flirt, Hannie,â she said, shaking her head slightly. Her voice was light, but there was a warmth there, something knowing as if she was fully aware of the effect she had on him.
âAnd you love it,â Jeonghan shot back, his tone a mix of teasing and certainty.
He wasnât even askingâ it was a fact between them.
Luna tilted her head, her eyes narrowing slightly. âMaybe I do,â she admitted, licking her lips as she discarded the stick. âBut donât let it go to your head.â
Jeonghan chuckled softly, his fingers tapping lightly on the steering wheel. âToo late,â he cooed, his voice slipping into that condescending tone again, the one he knew always made her roll her eyes. âI think you like it when I tease you, Jiyeonie.â
She glanced at him from the side, the soft glow from the dashboard lights catching in her eyes. âAnd I think you talk too much,â she retorted, though her smile betrayed her.
âDo I?â Jeonghanâs voice dipped lower, softer, almost a whisper as he added, âI think you like it when I talk to you like this.â
Luna shifted in her seat, crossing her arms and giving him a side-eye. âYou think a lot of things, donât you?â
He grinned at her defiance, leaning slightly toward her as he replied, âAnd Iâm usually right, arenât I?â
Luna let out a soft laugh, shaking her head as she watched the rain streak across the windshield. âYouâre impossible.â
âMm,â Jeonghan hummed, his voice a lazy drawl. âBut youâre still here.â
âWho would you gawk at if I wasnât?â Luna smirked.
The rain picked up, soft at first, then heavier, drumming on the windshield in rhythm with Jeonghan's increasingly erratic thoughts. The world outside was blurred, the soft streetlights hazy in the downpour, but inside the car, the tension was palpable.
Jeonghan's fingers tightened around the steering wheel as if holding on for dear life, not because of the rain, but because of the woman sitting next to him, practically radiating smug confidence.
Luna's presence was overwhelming, and the teasing glint in her eyes felt like a challenge he wasn't sure he could resist.
Her fingers idly twirled the lollipop in her mouth. She knew exactly what she was doing to him, and the maddening part was how much she was enjoying every second of it. Her smirk, and her playfulness all gnawed at him in the best and worst ways possible.
Everything about her posture screamed cat-that-got-the-canaryâ as if she knew exactly how close Jeonghan was to cracking.
If only he knew what would happen if he did.
âBrat,â Jeonghan let out a sharp breath through his nose, trying to focus on the road ahead, though it was becoming increasingly impossible. Every glance her way made his pulse quicken, made the frustration in him grow.
And then, without thinking, his hand left the wheel.
It was quick, almost instinctual, like gravity had pulled him toward her. His palm landed on her thigh-firm, commanding-sending a jolt of heat up her leg. His fingers splayed against the soft fabric of her sheer black tights, the warmth of her skin radiating through the material. His touch was possessive, but his grip remained gentle as if he was testing the boundaries, daring her to stop him.
Luna's breath hitched, just slightly, but she didn't push his hand away. Instead, she shifted in her seat, just enough to press into his touch, amplifying the tension that had already settled thickly between them.
Her eyes flicked down to where his hand rested, then back up to his face, and she bit her lower lip, a smirk still tugging at the corners of her mouth.
"Hannie," she practically purred, her voice sweet but laced with mischief. "Is that really the safest thing to do while driving?"
Jeonghan's fingers flexed against her thigh, a slow, deliberate movement that made her feel the weight of his touch even more. He tilted his head toward her, eyes dark and heavy-lidded, the playful tone from before replaced with something deeper, something more intense. His voice came out in a low, velvety murmur.
"Safe?" he repeated, his lips curling into a dangerous smile. "I am holding onto you for safety, Jiyeonie."
Luna's eyes glimmered with challenge, her heartbeat quickening, though she'd never let him know it. She leaned in slightly, her hand drifting toward his arm, her fingertips brushing against his wrist where it rested on her leg. Her voice was just as teasing, if not more, as she shot back, "You seem awfully distracted for someone who's supposed to be focused on the road."
Jeonghan chuckled under his breath, the sound soft and low, the kind of laugh that sent a shiver down her spine. "I am distracted," he admitted, his thumb now tracing a lazy circle on her thigh. His eyes darted from the road back to her, his gaze heavy with desire. "You're not exactly helping, pretty girl."
Luna's lips curved into a smirk, one that practically dared him to go further. "Focus, Hannie," she teased, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Jeonghan shot her a look, one eyebrow raised, clearly amused by her brattiness.
"Iâm focused," he said smoothly, his voice dropping even lower. He squeezed her thigh slightly, his fingers pressing in just enough to make her gasp, though it was clear from the look in her eyes that she loved it.
The rain continued to pour, the rhythmic sound of droplets against the windshield only adding to the charged atmosphere inside the car. The world outside was quiet, but inside, the storm between them was brewing, and neither of them seemed interested in calming it.
Luna's heartbeat quickened as she shifted in her seat again, crossing her legs, which only served to push his hand higher up her thigh. She gave him a sideways glance, the corner of her mouth lifting in a taunting smile. "Big talk for someone who's barely keeping his eyes on the road."
Jeonghan's jaw clenched slightly, though there was no anger behind itâ just the overwhelming desire to wipe that smug look off her face. He could feel the heat rising between them, the tension so thick it was almost suffocating.
But God, did he love it.
There was something about the way Luna teased him, the way she pushed and pushed until he was at the edge of his control. And maybe that was why he never stopped her. Maybe he wanted her to push him past his limits. Maybe he wanted to see just how far he could fall before losing himself completely
Without thinking, his hand slid further up her thigh, his fingertips brushing against the seam of her shorts, the movement slow, deliberate, teasing. His voice was a soft purr as he spoke, his lips barely moving.
"Do you really want to keep testing me, Bae Jiyeon?"
Luna let out a soft, breathy laugh, her lips curling into a devilish smile. "Why not?" she shot back, her voice playful but challenging. "It's fun watching you angry. I rarely get to see you even remotely pissed off.â
Jeonghan's grip tightened ever so slightly, his fingers digging into her skin, but the way his eyes darkened told her everything she needed to know. He was closeâ so close to giving in to whatever dangerous game they were playing. His thumb brushed lightly against the inside of her thigh, a barely-there touch that sent a shiver down her spine.
The car slowed as they neared finally reached the dorm, the streetlights casting long shadows on the wet pavement. The rain had picked up, turning into a torrential downpour, the sound of it filling the space between them.
But the tensionâ the crackling, electrifying tension-remained. Neither of them said a word as Jeonghan pulled into the parking lot, the engine's hum cutting off as he switched off the ignition before removing his seatbelt.
For a moment, they sat in silence, the rain hammering against the roof of the car, the only sound between them. Jeonghan's hand still rested on her thigh, his grip firm but not uncomfortable. He turned to face her, his eyes dark and unreadable as they locked onto hers.
Luna met his gaze, her heart pounding in her chest. The playful banter was gone, replaced by something heavier, something far more dangerous. Her pulse raced as she waited, the silence between them thick with anticipation.
And then, without a word, Jeonghan leaned in. His breath was warm against her skin, his lips hovering dangerously close to hers as he whispered, "Do you know you make me go insane?â
Luna's breath caught in her throat, her heart hammering in her chest. Her lips parted, but no words came out. Instead, she just stared at him, her pulse quickening as she felt the heat of his body so close to hers.
Jeonghan's eyes flicked down to her lips, then back up to her eyes, a slow smile curling at the corners of his mouth. "But I think you already knew that, didn't you?"
Luna swallowed hard, her voice barely a whisper as she replied, "Maybe. But I like hearing you say it."
Jeonghan's smile widened, his hand tightening ever so slightly on her thigh as he whispered, "Then I'll say it as many times as you want."
Luna's breath hitched, her pulse racing as she felt the tension between them reach its breaking point. But before either of them could say another word, the sound of the rain grew louder, drowning out everything else.
And in that moment, it wasn't the storm outside that threatened to consume themâ it was the storm brewing between them, one that neither of them seemed willing to stop.
Jeonghan's breath was hot against Luna's face, his voice dropping into that intoxicating whisper that sent shivers racing up her spine. "What else do you want to hear me say, hm?"
His lips hovered dangerously close to hers, his words soft but laced with that infuriating, devastating sweetness that he always seemed to use to unravel her.
Luna sat frozen in her seat, the weight of his gaze holding her captive as her heart pounded wildly in her chest.
She couldn't speak.
Couldn't move.
She could only stare back at him, helpless beneath the intensity in his eyes, the heat of his breath against her skin making her dizzy.
And Jeonghan noticed it all.
The way she was falling apart under him, the way her lips parted just slightly but no words came out, the way her chest rose and fell with each unsteady breath.
It made him smirk, that familiar, cocky smile that she loved and hated at the same time.
He knew what he was doing to her. He always did.
He took pride in being the only one to make the big, bad, and confident Bae Jiyeon crumble.
His hand slid from her thigh to her cheek, his fingers brushing against her skin with such a delicate touch, as though he were savoring the moment, every second of it.
His thumb grazed her bottom lip, sending a jolt of electricity straight through her body.
"Wanna hear how breathtaking you are?" Jeonghan's voice was soft, teasing, but there was something darker underneathâ something deeper. "How much I love hearing your voice?" His fingers tangled in her hair as his thumb stroked her jaw. "How sweet you smell, Jiyeonie?"
Speechless.
Luna was utterly speechless.
âAnything. Iâll say anything for you, however much you want, pretty angel. Just tell me.â
Jeonghan said it all in that baby-talk voice that always drove her crazy, soft and low and teasing. The tone wrapped around her like a warm blanket, lulling her into a state of pure intoxication. Every word felt like a caress, every breath of his like a temptation.
He was ruining her, and he knew it.
Luna couldn't help herself. She leaned back against the door of the car, her head resting on the window as she stared at him, mesmerized. His fingers trailed through her hair, and his eyes were dark, filled with something she couldn't quite placeâ scanned every inch of her face, lingering on her lips.
She didn't know how it had come to this.
How she had gone from playful banter to this suffocating, unrelenting tension that made her feel like she was on the edge of something dangerous, something that once started, neither of them could take back.
But maybe she didn't want to take it back.
Jeonghan leaned in closer, his lips inches from hers as he tilted his head, his gaze dropping to the lollipop stick still hanging from her mouth. "Always wanted to know what it tastes like," he murmured, his voice smooth, almost playful.
For a split second, a dumb part of Luna thought he meant the lollipop itself, and her mind raced to think of a witty comeback. But before she could say anything, Jeonghan's hand reached up, gently pulling the stick from her lips, his eyes never leaving hers.
And then, without another word, his fingers caught her chin between them, holding her still as he leaned in closer.
It happened so quickly and so slowly all at once. One second, he was hovering in front of her, teasing her with the nearness of his lips. The next, his mouth was on hers, capturing her in a kiss that stole the breath from her lungs and sent her heart into a freefall.
The first touch of his lips against hers was soft, and tentative, like he was testing the waters. But then, when he felt her lips part beneath his when he heard the soft, almost inaudible gasp that escaped herâ he deepened the kiss, his hand sliding to the back of her neck as he pulled her closer.
For years, they had danced around this moment. Years of stolen glances, of teasing words and almost-touches. Years of denying what they both knew was there, simmering beneath the surface, too dangerous to acknowledge.
But now, with the rain pouring down around them, the car windows fogging up from the heat of their breath, and the tension that crackled between them like electricityâ there was no more denying it.
Jeonghan's lips moved against hers with a softness that belied the intensity of the feelings that had been building up inside him for so long. His fingers tangled in her hair, tugging gently as his other hand slid down her neck, caressing the skin there before resting just above her collarbone.
Luna's mind was a blur, her thoughts spinning as she melted into him, her body reacting instinctively to the heat of his touch. She had imagined this moment so many timesâ late at night, when she couldn't sleep, wondering what it would feel like to finally close the distance between them. But nothing could have prepared her for the reality of it.
Nothing could have prepared her for the way his lips felt against hers, soft but demanding or the way his hand cradled the back of her head like she was something precious. The way his breath hitched when she responded when she kissed him back with just as much hunger as if she had been waiting for this just as long as he had.
At that moment, everything else fell awayâ the rain, the car, the world outside. All that mattered was him, the taste of his lips, the warmth of his hand on her skin.
All the years of pining, of holding back, of pretending they didn't feel what they didâ it all dissolved in the heat of the kiss.
Jeonghan groaned softly, the sound vibrating against her lips as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss even further. His fingers tightened in her hair, pulling her closer as if he couldn't bear the thought of even an inch of space between them.
Luna's hands found their way to his chest, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as she pulled him closer, her body arching toward him instinctively. The kiss was everything she had imagined and more fiery, desperate, filled with years of pent-up longing.
And yet, there was a softness to it, too. A tenderness in the way his thumb brushed her cheek, in the way his lips softened against hers as if he was savoring every second of it.
Her mind was spinning, her heart pounding in her chest as they kissed, the sound of the rain outside only intensifying the moment, creating a cocoon of intimacy around them. This kiss was more than just a kissâ it was a culmination of everything that had been building between them for years.
When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other as they panted softly, the air between them thick with the weight of what had just happened.
Jeonghan's hand was still cradling her face, his thumb brushing lightly against her cheek as he stared down at her, his dark eyes filled with something she couldn't quite place.
"Jiyeon-ah," he whispered, his voice rough, his breath warm against her lips. He didn't say anything elseâhe didn't need to.
Everything he was feeling was written in the way he looked at her, in the way his fingers trembled slightly as they brushed against her skin.
Luna's heart was still racing, her mind struggling to catch up with what had just happened. But when she met his gaze, saw the vulnerability in his eyes, she knew.
This wasn't just a moment. This was everything they had been denying, everything they had been too afraid to acknowledge.
Jeonghan didnât waste a second. As soon as the kiss broke, his lips still tingling from the warmth of hers, he popped the lollipop he was still holding in between his fingers back into his mouth with a smirk, tasting the lingering sweetness that seemed insignificant compared to the taste of her lips.
Without a word, he grabbed her purse from the back seat and pushed open his door, stepping out into the pouring rain.
The downpour was relentless, soaking him to the bone the moment he left the car, but he didnât care. His hair was plastered to his forehead, his clothes sticking to his skin as he jogged around the front of the car, his shoes splashing in the puddles that had formed beneath him. The rain chilled him, but the heat still simmering in his veins from their kiss overpowered the cold.
Luna was still frozen in her seat, her mind reeling from the intensity of what had just happened.
The taste of Jeonghan's kiss was still fresh on her lips, her pulse racing, every nerve ending in her body on fire. She hadnât even noticed that Jeonghan had left the car, her breath coming in short, shallow bursts as she replayed the feel of his lips, the way his hand had tangled in her hair, the way he had kissed her like he was claiming her.
She was only brought back to reality when the passenger door opened with a wet, metallic groan, and Jeonghan, drenched and dripping, crouched down to meet her wide-eyed gaze.
His eyes were dark, filled with something unreadable as his hands moved to her seatbelt, carefully unclipping it before leaning in just enough for her to catch the scent of rain and his cologne, now mingling with the smell of wet clothes âCome on,â he murmured, his voice still rough from the kiss.
His fingers found hers, intertwining with them as he gently but firmly pulled her out of the car and into the rain.
The cold rain hit her like a shock, drenching her instantly as her shoes splashed into a puddle beside the curb. She barely had time to register the chill because Jeonghanâs hand tightened around hers, pulling her toward the dorm entrance with a sense of urgency like he couldnât bear to be apart from her for even another second.
They sprinted through the rain, hand in hand, as it poured relentlessly, drenching both of them until their clothes clung to their bodies. Lunaâs breath came in quick, ragged gasps, her heart still hammering from the kiss, from the feel of Jeonghanâs fingers tightly gripping hers.
By the time they reached the dorm buildingâs entrance, they were soaked, water dripping from their hair and clothes, but neither of them seemed to care.
Jeonghan pulled open the door with one swift motion, leading her inside, their footsteps echoing off the tiled floor as they hurried toward the elevator. As soon as the elevator doors slid shut, the tension snapped back into place, stronger and more electric than before.
The rain had done nothing to cool the heat simmering between them. If anything, it had only intensified it.
Jeonghan stood there for a second, his chest rising and falling with deep, heavy breaths, his wet hair sticking to his forehead, and water droplets running down his face.
And then, without warning, he yanked the lollipop from his mouth and threw it carelessly to the floor of the elevator, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her knees go weak.
In one swift motion, he grabbed her by the waist and pushed her back against the elevator wall, his body pressing against hers, pinning her in place. His lips crashed into hers again, desperate, hungry, like he couldnât wait another second to taste her again.
Lunaâs hands flew to his chest, fingers curling into the wet fabric of his shirt as she kissed him back just as desperately, just as hungrily. The heat between them was unbearable, the feel of his body against hers, the taste of his lipsâ everything about him was overwhelming her senses, and she couldnât get enough.
Between kisses, Jeonghanâs breath was ragged, his voice low and rough. âGod, Iâve been wanting to do this for so long.â
Lunaâs response was a soft gasp as his hand slid up her side, pressing her closer against the wall. âHanâ oppaâŚâ
He kissed her again, cutting off her words, his lips moving against hers with a fierce intensity. âYou donât even know how much I wanted this, Jiyeonie,â he whispered, his breath hot against her mouth as he pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes dark with desire.
Luna couldnât speak.
Couldnât think.
All she could do was feelâ the heat of his body, the way his fingers dug into her waist, the way his lips moved against hers, demanding and relentless. She had dreamed of this moment for so long, imagined it in a thousand different ways, but nothing could compare to the real thing.
Nothing could compare to the way Jeonghan kissed her like he was starving like he needed her to breathe.
The elevator dinged, the sound almost lost in the haze of their kiss. Jeonghan pulled away just long enough to glance at the floor number before a mischievous smirk tugged at his lips. He grabbed her hand again, yanking her out of the elevator as the doors opened.
Their footsteps were hurried as they made their way to his apartment, water still dripping from their clothes and hair. Without a second thought, Jeonghan typed his password, fumbling slightly as he unlocked the door in his haste.
The moment it swung open, he pulled her inside, slamming the door shut behind them with a loud thud, locking it in one fluid motion. Before Luna could even catch her breath, Jeonghan had her pressed up against the door, his hands braced on either side of her head as he leaned in close, his lips brushing against hers again, teasing.
âYouâre staying here with me tonight, okay?â he murmured, his voice soft, but the heat in his eyes was unmistakable.
Luna barely had time to nod before his lips were on hers again, his hands sliding down her waist, pulling her flush against him as if he couldnât stand the thought of any space between them.
The intensity of the kiss made her dizzy, her body reacting on instinct, her hands tangling in his soaked hair as she kissed him back with equal fervor. They were both drenched, clothes sticking to their skin, hair dripping water onto the floor, but none of it mattered.
All that mattered was thisâ this moment, this kiss, this connection that had been building for years, finally unleashed with a force neither of them could control.
Jeonghanâs hand slid up her side, fingers grazing her wet skin beneath her soaked shirt, making her shiver despite the heat between them. His lips trailed from her mouth to her jaw, down to her neck, where he left a trail of soft, teasing kisses, his breath warm against her skin.
Lunaâs breath hitched, her fingers tightening in his hair as her head tilted back, giving him more access. âHannieâŚâ she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper, her mind spinning from the overwhelming sensation of his touch, his lips, his body pressed so firmly against hers.
âNana-yaâŚâ he hummed back, his voice rough and filled with so much emotion, so much want, that it made her knees buckle beneath her. âIâm never letting you go after this. You know that right?â
Jeonghan couldnât get enough of herâ her taste, her scent, the way she fit so perfectly in his arms. Every kiss was deeper, more desperate like he had been waiting for this moment his entire life.
His hand slid beneath her shirt, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist, feeling the way her body trembled under his touch. He pressed his lips to the soft skin of her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her, a mix of rain, shampoo, and something uniquely Luna.
God, sheâs perfect.
He couldn't help the thought that ran through his mind, as if seeing her, feeling her like this, up close, made him realize just how breathtaking she truly was. Every inch of her, from the way she gasped softly at his touch to the way her hands clung to him as though he was the only thing keeping her grounded, drove him mad with need.
Lunaâs mind was a mess, her body responding to him in ways she hadnât imagined. Every brush of his lips on her skin sent a shiver down her spine, and the way his hands roamed over her like he was memorizing her made her heart race uncontrollably.
Sheâd dreamed of this moment countless timesâ of Jeonghan looking at her the way he was now, touching her like he couldnât get enough. But now that it was happening, it was so much more than she ever imagined.
Heâs really here. This is really happening.
His hands, his mouth, the way he said her nameâ it all felt too good to be real like she was living in some fantasy she had conjured. But the heat of his breath against her neck, the way his body pressed into hers, was too intense to be anything but reality. And now that they had crossed this line, she didnât want to stop.
She didnât want to think about the consequences, the risks, or the years they had tiptoed around their feelings.
All she wanted was Jeonghan.
Jeonghanâs lips moved back up to her mouth, capturing her in another deep, urgent kiss. His hand slid further under her shirt, his thumb brushing against her ribs, drawing a soft gasp from her lips.
âI hated what I did to youâ I shouldnât have lied to you about my feelings,â he murmured against her lips, his voice low, almost a growl.
Lunaâs heart skipped a beat, her hands tightening their grip on his damp shirt. She looked into his eyes, breathless, her lips still tingling from his kiss. âThen why did you?â she whispered, her voice barely audible as her eyes searched his, wanting to understand why he had kepthis feelings to himself for so long.
Jeonghan's eyes darkened slightly as he rested his forehead against hers, his breath mingling with hers in the small space between them. "I was scared," he confessed softly, his voice tinged with something between regret and longing.
But not anymore, Jeonghan thought to himself, feeling the weight of all the unspoken words they had left hanging in the air for years.
He had been so careful, so patient, but now that he had her here, now that he had tasted what they could be together, there was no going back.
Jeonghan can't let her go. Not now.
Lunaâs heart ached at his words, but a part of her understood.
They had always been so careful, always so focused on the group, on protecting what they had built together. But she couldnât stop the pang of frustration that crept in. They had wasted so much time, so many years dancing around each other, denying what was always there, just beneath the surface.
âWe could have had this sooner,â she murmured, her voice barely audible as she cupped his face, her thumb brushing against his cheek.
Jeonghan leaned into her touch, closing his eyes briefly, savoring the warmth of her hands on his skin. âI know,â he breathed out, his lips brushing against hers again, softer this time, almost tender. âBut I was afraid⌠of how much I wanted you.â
Those words sent a fresh wave of heat through her, her body reacting instantly to the intensity in his voice.
She didnât think she could want him more than she already did, but somehow, hearing him admit that he had been holding back for so long only made her desire for him stronger.
Jeonghanâs hands slid up her sides, pushing the wet fabric of her shirt higher, his fingers skimming the bare skin of her stomach. âYouâre driving me crazy, Bae Jiyeon,â he murmured, his voice thick with emotion and desire as his lips found hers again, their kiss deeper, more urgent than before.
Lunaâs hands slipped into his hair, tugging him closer as she kissed him back with equal fervor, her mind racing with the realization that they were finally here, that everything they had held back for so long was finally pouring out between them, unstoppable, uncontrollable.
âI donât want to stop,â Jeonghan whispered against her lips, his hands trembling slightly as he cupped her face, his thumb brushing her bottom lip. âI donât think I can.â
Lunaâs heart pounded in her chest as she looked up at him, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts. âThen donât,â she whispered back, her voice filled with the same desperation, the same need that had been building between them for years.
Jeonghanâs eyes darkened at her words, his hand sliding into her hair as he kissed her again, harder this time, more possessive. His other hand trailed down her side, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them.
Every kiss, every touch, felt like a promiseâ one that neither of them was willing to break. The world outside their bubble no longer existed. It was just themâ Jeonghan and Lunaâ finally giving in to the undeniable connection they had tried so hard to resist for years.
The heat between them was unbearable, and consuming, and neither of them cared about the consequences anymore.
They had waited long enough.
Jeonghan's lips were relentless, his hands roaming over her with a desperation that mirrored her own. Luna's fingers curled into his hair, tugging gently as she kissed him back with equal fervor. They had waited so long for this moment, and now that it was here, neither of them wanted it to end.
Jeonghan's hands slid down her back, pulling her even closer as if he wanted to merge their bodies into one. Luna's breath hitched as she felt his desire matching her own, his lips moving against hers with a hunger that left her dizzy.
His touch was electric, his kisses like a drug she couldn't get enough of. She wanted moreâ needed more of him.
Their kisses grew deeper, more intense as if they were trying to communicate everything they had left unsaid for years through their touch alone.
Luna's hands roamed over his chest, and his shoulders, memorizing the feel of him, the warmth of his skin. Jeonghan's fingers traced patterns on her back, his lips trailing kisses along her jaw, down her neck, sending shivers down her spine.
Jeonghan pulled away slightly, his breath still mingling with hers, his eyes searching her face for any sign of hesitation.
The tension between them still buzzed in the air, but now there was a softness there, a quiet moment of clarity that hung heavy between their shared breaths. His hand came up to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing gently against her skin as if he was grounding himself in her presence, ensuring she was okay.
âJiyeonâŚâ Jeonghanâs voice was soft now, barely above a whisper, but it carried the weight of everything that had happened between them over the years. âIf we do thisâŚâ He paused, his dark eyes locking with hers, the intensity in them impossible to miss. âYouâre mine.â
There it wasâ Jeonghanâs possessiveness laid out in a simple, yet potent statement.
It wasnât a question, and it wasnât a plea.
It was a declaration, one that carried the kind of certainty that had always been a part of him, but now it was directed solely at her.
His gaze didnât waver, waiting for her response.
For a moment, Luna just blinked, still catching her breath, feeling the heat of his words settling into her. She could feel the intensity of his claim, but it didnât faze herâ she wasnât the type to be overwhelmed. If anything, it only fueled her.
A small, almost mischievous smirk tugged at the corners of her lips as she tilted her head slightly, her eyes gleaming with that familiar spark of defiance he loved so much.
âYours, huh?â She raised an eyebrow, voice dripping with that quick wit and teasing edge she wielded so well. âLast I checked, I donât remember signing any contracts.â
Jeonghan let out a breathy chuckle, his thumb tracing the curve of her jaw. âOh, Iâm pretty sure you signed it the moment you let me kiss you,â he cooed, his tone smooth and teasing, though there was no mistaking the seriousness underlying his words. âBut if you need a reminder, I can always make it official.â
Lunaâs heart raced as he spoke, the familiar push and pull between them sending her mind into overdrive. She liked the way he challenged her, the way he never let her have the last word easily.
But she wasnât about to back down. Her eyes narrowed playfully, and she leaned in just a little, her voice dropping into a near whisper as she fired back, âYouâll have to convince me, Hannie.â
Jeonghan grinned, leaning his forehead against hers as a soft laugh escaped him, the warmth of it rolling through the charged air between them. âThatâs what I love about you,â he murmured, his voice dipping lower, soft and almost condescending in its teasing tone. âYou never make it easy.
Jeonghan tilted his head slightly, his breath brushing against her lips again, his fingers gently stroking her cheek as he leaned in, the weight of his words sinking in deeper. âBut I wasnât asking you to make it easy. I like a challenge.â His voice was almost a purr now, each word laced with the kind of softness that only he could pull off while still holding all the control.
âI always win in the end anyway.â
Luna felt a shiver run down her spine at his words, the sensation of his breath on her skin and the teasing tone in his voice doing things to her that she couldnât fully explain.
Her witty retort died on her tongue, and for the second time today in their back-and-forth, she found herself at a loss for words, simply staring into his eyes.
And Jeonghan knew itâ he saw the way her resolve wavered, just for a second, and his smirk deepened, his thumb brushing against her bottom lip.
âWhatâs wrong, pretty girl?â he cooed softly, his voice dripping with that condescending baby talk he knew always got to her. âHm? You okay?â
Lunaâs heart skipped a beat, her breath catching as she struggled to regain her composure, but the look in his eyes, the way his voice curled around her name, had her completely undone.
All she could manage was a quiet, âShut up, Yoon Jeonghan.â
Jeonghan grinned, leaning in even closer until his lips were just barely grazing hers, their breaths mingling in the small space between them. "I love when you look at me like that... all helpless. You're not as tough as you pretend to be, are you?"
"Jeonghan, please... stop teasing me." Lunaâs voice was soft and breathy, almost pleading as she tugged at his shirt, unable to handle how slowly he was drawing everything out.
âNo? You donât like it? I thought you liked it, hm?âJeonghan teasingly whispered against her lips, his voice full of knowing condescension, taunting her with the fact that she always gave in to him. âItâs not fun when youâre the one being teased, huh?
Jeonghan lowered his head slowly, the glint in his eyes unmistakable as he taunted her with a soft, knowing smirk. His face hovered just inches above hers, his breath warm against her skin. She felt the weight of his gaze, heavy and teasing, as he tilted his head, pretending to consider her predicament. The moment stretched on, tension wrapping around them like a vice.
"So quiet now..." His voice was a low purr, almost a coo, dripping with condescension. He paused deliberately, letting his words sink in before speaking again. "Where's all that fire from earlier, Nana-ya?"
The nickname came out in a soft sing-song, teasing her further as his fingers brushed a stray lock of hair away from her flushed face.
Luna looked up at him, her wide eyes almost innocent, her lips parted in the slightest pout. Her heart raced in her chest, a mix of frustration and need swirling within her. "I can't handle it when you're like this... you know that." Her voice was barely a whisper, trembling with a soft, frustrated whine as she pressed her forehead against his chest, her body melting into him, overwhelmed by how effortlessly he unraveled her.
Her words seemed to ignite something in Jeonghan, the way her small, innocent plea tugged at his heart. He couldn't help the way his lips curved into a smirk, his fingers instinctively moving to caress her hair.
"Aw, my poor baby," he cooed, his tone laced with amusement as he stroked her hair, letting his fingertips trace lightly over her scalp. "You really can't handle it, huh?" He whispered into her hair, his voice soft but teasing.
His heart swelled at the way she softened under his touch, completely pliable, like she was made for him to tease, to protect, to hold.
Jeonghan exhaled slowly, giving in to the tenderness that washed over him in waves.
"Alright, alright... come here." His voice softened as he leaned down and scooped her into his arms effortlessly, his strong grip making her feel weightless. She let out a tiny gasp, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck while he lifted her as if she were made of air.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, her body pressed against him as he held her securely, cradling her as if she were the most precious thing in his world. His chest was warm, the steady beat of his heart against hers calming the storm that had raged moments earlier.
Jeonghan pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering as he whispered, "You know I can't resist you when you're like this." His tone was gentle now, the teasing edge replaced by something softer, more protective. He shifted her weight in his arms as he carried her across the room, their bodies still so close, her head resting on his shoulder as she nestled into the crook of his neck.
He pushed open the door to his bedroom with his foot, the soft creak of the door the only sound between them. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of moonlight filtering in through the curtains, casting a pale light over the bed. Jeonghan gently lowered her onto the bed, his hands never leaving her as he carefully settled her down on the plush mattress.
Luna's fingers clung to his shirt, her body still tingling from his touch. She looked up at him, her lips slightly parted as if she didn't want to let go of him just yet.
Jeonghan chuckled softly, "Look at you... so pretty for me. You know I can't resist when you're like this, don't you?" He gently stroked her hair, his voice filled with doting affection, his eyes tracing her features like he couldn't get enough.
Luna's impatient lips found their way along the line of his jaw, teasing, swirling, tasting; her tangled curls brushing against his cheek like a lover's tender caress.
Jeonghan was intoxicated; by her, by this delicious moment that felt like a dream.
His hands, those gentle, long-fingered hands were gently removing her jacket with such finesse, now gripped her hips tightly, pulling her closer against him. He could feel her heat through the thin fabric of her attire, and he groaned, a sound that was swallowed by their ravenous kisses.
Luna gasped, her head tilting back to expose the long, elegant line of her throat. Jeonghan took advantage, his lips and teeth tracing a path of fire down to the hollow at the base of her neck.
Her hands, previously knotted in Jeonghanâs hair, now clawed at his shoulders, her nails digging into the fabric of his shirt. He could feel her pulse racing, matching the frantic beat of his own heart.
"Oppa... please. I need you.â Lunaâs was voice breathy, a little whimper escaping her as she reached for him, the need in her words almost unbearable.
"Fuck, Jiyeonie," he muttered, his voice a low growl against her skin. "Youâre gonna kill me."
"Please, Hannie... I'll be good." Luna breathed out a small, pleading whimper as she promised obedience, her tone soft and submissive, wanting nothing more than to please him. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him flush against her. He could feel her, hot and wet even through their drenched clothes, and it took every ounce of his self-control not to grind against her like a teenager.
Bae Jiyeon was trying to kill Yoon Jeonghan.
He was sure of it.
"Han," she whimpered, her fingers tangling in his hair, tugging sharply. "Please."
"Please what? Hm," he teased, his voice a low purr. "Tell me what you want."
Lunaâs breath hitched, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before snapping open again, meeting his gaze. "I want... I want you to take me⌠please.â
âTake you where? Disneyland?â Jeonghan couldnât help himself as he smirked down at Luna who was now looking at him with a look mixed with frustration and agitation. âTell me.â
"Oppa, I'm trying... but you make it so hard." Luna released a soft, frustrated whisper as she whined, biting her lip in frustration, overwhelmed by the way he is teasing her.
âTell me what you want, pretty girl. You can do it. Tell me and Iâll do anything.â Jeonghan cooed as he caressed her cheeks.
Luna swallowed hard, her eyes darkening with desire.
"Fuck me, Hannie. I want you, please.â Luna whispered, her voice barely audible yet laden with desire. Her words were like a matchstick set alight, igniting a wildfire within him.
A jolt of electricity shot through Jeonghan at her words, his cock straining painfully against his zipper. He gripped her chin, tilting her head up, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Say it again," he demanded, his voice rough.
âFuck me,â Luna said in an instant, desperately.
Jeonghan wasted no time. He grabbed her legs which were still wrapped around his waist. With a desperate and impatient flurry of movement, clothes started flying from all over the room, leaving them both bare and even more desperate than ever.
Jeonghan sat down on the bed, pulling Luna upward onto his lap, and straddling him. His hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts, squeezing them gently.
Luna arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. He could feel her nipples hardening, pressing against his palms, begging for his mouth.
Jeonghan gripped her tighter against him, her legs wrapping around his waist, his hands gripping her ass. He could feel her heat against his stomach, her wetness coating him. He groaned, his head dipping down to capture her nipple in his mouth.
He sucked hard, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud, making Luna squirm in his arms. She arched her back, pushing herself further into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his hair.
"Fuck, Han," she panted, her hips grinding against him. "I need you inside me.
Jeonghan didn't need any more encouragement. He released her nipple with a pop, his hands shifting to position himself at her entrance. He looked into her eyes, seeing the same hunger reflected back at him. Then, with one swift thrust, he pushed inside her.
"Fuck, Jiyeon," he breathed, his voice ragged. "You feel incredible."
Luna could only whimper in response, her body pulsing around him. She could feel every inch of him, filling her completely. She shifted her hips, trying to take him even deeper.
"Shhh, baby... no need to rush. We have all night. Let me take care of you." Jeonghan cooed softly as he slowed her down, his hands steady on her waist, his voice purring as if soothing her into submission.
âHanâŚâ Lunaâs voice was a soft whimper as she buried her face in his neck, feeling exposed and vulnerable, surrendering herself completely to him.
Jeonghan groaned, his control snapping.
He began to move faster, his hips thrusting forward in a steady rhythm. Luna matched his pace, her body rocking against his, their skin slapping together in a filthy symphony. The sound of their fucking filled the room, punctuated by their labored breaths and moans.
"Fuck, HannieâŚ. feels so goodâŚ" Luna gasped, her head thrown back. âPlease⌠fastâ fuck,â
"You don't need to say anything, angel. I already know. Just let me hear those pretty little sounds you make for me." Jeonghan spoke softly against her ear, his voice thick with teasing affection as he kissed her neck, enjoying how she melted into his touch.
Jeonghanâs grip on her ass tightened. He slammed into her, his cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside her, making her cry out.
"Yes! Just like that, Han!" she panted, her fingers digging into his back, her legs wrapping tighter around his waist, urging him on.
âYeah? Just like this, baby?â Jeonghan was lost in the sensation of her, the way she gripped him, the way her body moved in sync with his. He could feel the sweat dripping down his back, his arms burning from the effort, but he didn't care.
He wanted more. He wanted all of her.
"You're driving me crazy, Hannie..." Luna breathed out with a whimper, her fingers clutching at his shoulders as she squirmed on top of him, feeling like she was losing control.
Jeonghan had the audacity to chuckle as shifted his angle, making sure to hit her clit with each thrust.
Luna purred as she wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. She could feel his heart beating against her chest. She shifted slightly, grinding against him, matching his thrusts making him groan.
"Fuck, Jiyeon," he muttered, his grip on her tightening. "Stop that or I'll cum."
Luna just giggled, her lips tracing the line of his jaw. "You promise?" she whispered, her breath hot against his ear.
âBrat,â Jeonghan growled, his cock slipping out of her, making her whimper at the loss. But before she could protest, he grabbed her hips, flipping her onto her hands and knees. Luna gasped, her ass high in the air, her face pressed into the mattress.
"Is this what you want, pretty angel?" Jeonghan asked, his voice a low rumble behind her.
Luna could feel his breath on her ass, his fingers digging into her hips.
"Yes," she panted, her face still pressed into the mattress before she lifted her head up to turn back and look at him, her doe eyes glistening in pleasure.
"I just want to make you happy... donât you want that?" Lunaâs voice was quiet and trembling, filled with vulnerability as she looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes, needing his approval.
Jeonghan raised an eyebrow, his fingers caressing the soft flesh of her ass slow and steady. "Yeah? You want to make me happy, pretty girl?" he asked, his voice a lazy drawl. "Give me anything I want?â
âGive you anything you want. Be whatever you want.â Luna arched her back downwards like a cat stretching.
Jeonghan threw his head back, groaning, his hands spreading her ass cheeks apart, giving him a clear view of her glistening pussy. Luna shivered at the exposure, her body aching with anticipation.
He chuckled a dark sound that sent shivers down her spine. âAnything?â
âYou're always teasing me, but you know I'll do anything for you, HanâŚâ Luna released a soft, almost resigned whimper as she melted into his touch, accepting her place with a shy smile, letting herself be vulnerable for him.
"Fuck," Jeonghan muttered, his thumb tracing the seam of her pussy, gathering her wetness. "You're so fucking wet.â
âLook at you, dripping for me," He said, his voice laced with desire as he rubbed her wetness, making Luna gasp.
"Aww, baby... you're shaking. Don't worry, I've got you. I always have you. Iâll take care of you like I promised." Jeonghan cooed in a soft, condescending way as he held her leaned down on top of her, his arm wrapped around her neck, holding her close, his other hand soothingly stroking her back while his voice dipped into a protective, possessive tone.
Luna moaned, her face now pressed into the mattress, her hands fisting the sheets beneath her as Jeonghan played with her clit. "Yes please⌠please take care of me,â she hissed, her body arching against his touch.
Jeonghan smirked, his thumb circling her clit faster, making her gasp. "Like this, Nana-ya?" he asked, his voice soft almost as if he was singing a song to her. "You want me to fuck you like this?â
"Yes," she panted, her body writhing against his touch. "I want you to fuck me like this, oppa.â Luna's voice was a sultry purr, her body still quivering from his touch.
Jeonghan's smirk widened, his thumb was replaced by two fingers now pumping in and out of her hole, making her gasp. "You're a dirty girl, Nana-ya," he said in a tone as if he was scolding her yet his voice also filled with approval. âI didnât know you had it in you.â
Luna could only whimper in response, her body aching with need. She could feel Jeonghan's hard cock pressed against her thigh, hot and heavy. She wanted it back inside her, she wanted to feel him stretching her, filling her completely.
"Please, Han," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jeonghan growled, his fingers slipping out of her, making her whimper at the loss as he in turn placed his fingers in his mouth. "You taste even sweeter than I thought. Just like I imagined... but better."
But before Luna could impatiently whine once more, Jeonghan grabbed his cock, positioning it at her entrance. Luna could feel the thick head pressing against her, making her squirm with anticipation.
"Baby," Jeonghan muttered, "You're so fucking tight.â His fingers dug into her hips as he slowly pushed himself deeper into her, inch by inch. Luna moaned, her body stretching to accommodate his size, her nails digging into the sheets beneath her.
"Fuck, Han. You're so big," she gasped, her body trembling as he filled her completely in this position. Jeonghan chuckled, his hips starting to move, sliding his cock in and out of her in a slow, steady rhythm.
"Too much for you, baby?" he taunted, his voice laced with desire. "You can take it for me, Jiyeonie. You can take all of me."
Luna moaned, her body adjusting to his size once again as she clenched around him. "Yes, I can," she hissed, pushing back against him, taking him even deeper. âFor you.â
Jeonghan groaned, his hips starting to move faster, his cock sliding in and out of her in a steady rhythm. "Fuck, Luna," he growled, his fingers digging into her hips. "You feel so fucking good.â
âHannie, just like that," Luna panted, her hips moving in sync with his thrusts, taking cock deeper into her. Jeonghan could feel her walls clenching around him, her pleasure building with each thrust.
âLike a goddamn vice, squeezing me," Jeonghan groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he pounded on her.
âOppa⌠Hanâ fuck,â Luna moaned, her body trembling as he filled her, stretching her, hitting places she didn't know existed. âJeonghan.â
"Such a good girl for me... that's it. Let me hear you say my name." Jeonghan murmured softly as he watched her, his tone gentle but commanding, savoring the control he had over her at that moment.
"Hannie⌠fuck," she gasped, her fingers clawing at the bedsheets, her back arching as he started to pick up the pace. âIt's too much." Luna gasped, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts as Jeonghan's cock slid in and out of her in a steady, punishing rhythm. Each thrust hit just the right spot, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through her veins, making her toes curl and her eyes roll back.
"Too much what, Nana-ya?" Jeonghan gritted out, his fingers digging into her hips, pulling her back onto him with each thrust. "Too much of my cock? Too much pleasure?"
Luna moaned, her head dropping down, her hair hiding her face. "All of it. It's all too much. It's overwhelming," She panted, her body quivering as Jeonghan's cock slammed into her, again and again, each thrust driving her closer to the edge.
He growled, his fingers tangling in her hair, pulling her head back, exposing her neck to his lips and teeth. "Overwhelming in a good way, right, angel?" he murmured, his voice a low, sultry drawl against her skin. "You like it when I fuck you like this, don't you? Hm? You're made for me, Bae Jiyeon.â
Luna could only moan and tremble. âOppaâŚâ
âDoes it feel good, pretty?" Jeonghan's question was laced with intent and purpose, and Luna gasped at the sound of it in the dim room. His cock was buried deep inside her, and it was like nothing she had ever experienced before.
It felt powerful, raw, and undeniably intimate.
"Yes...yes, Han," she breathed, her hands gripping the bedsheets as her hips butted against his in rhythm with his thrusts. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure.
Jeonghan paused for a second before placing kisses on her back and spinning her around to lay on her back, catching Luna off guard.
âYouâre so pretty,â Jeonghan purred as he placed his arms at each side of her head, laying in between his arms before he started thrusting harder in her.
Every time he thrust into her, she felt a wave of ecstasy surge through her body, building higher and higher with each stroke.
"Babyâ Luna, I want to feel you cum," Jeonghan groaned, his rhythm intensifying as he reached for her climax alongside her.
Luna could only whimper in response as waves of bliss crashed over her. Her fingers curled into fists as her body tensed, every muscle tightening, every nerve amplifying the pulsating sensation ripping through her.
"Oh God, Hannie," she moaned, her voice raw and desperate, "I'm there...oh myâ fuck, I'm close!" Her body shook and arched, her head thrown back as she came, her cries muffled by the flesh of Jeonghanâs neck as she hid her face.
"Don't look away... keep your eyes on me, Jiyeonie. I want to see every reaction." Jeonghan said in a soft yet commanding voice as his fingers traced the skin on the back of her neck, guiding Lunaâs face out of his neck, loving the vulnerability in her gaze as he held her captive with his words.
"Let me see those pretty eyes... There we go. Thereâs my girl." He purred softly as he tilted her chin up, guiding her to meet his gaze, his tone filled with a tender yet teasing affection that made her heart race as he continued pounding into her.
âIâm close, Han,â Luna moaned as she tightened her grasp on him.
âLet go, baby. Come on, you can do it,â Jeonghan's thrusts became harder and faster, his body slapping against Lunaâs. She could feel her breasts bouncing with every movement, and her nipples hardened as she arched her back, moaning in pleasure.
Jeonghan was reaching the edge as well, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his muscles tensing. Luna knew he was on the brink, and she wanted to feel him explode inside her.
Luna dug her nails into his back, urging him on. "Hannie oppa, cum in me please,â she begged, her hips bucking up to meet his. âIâm close.â
âIâll cum in you, pretty angel. Anything you want.â Jeonghan gave a final, powerful thrust and Luna felt him erupt inside of her, his seed filling him up as she released as well with a shudder. Her body trembled with the intensity of the orgasm.
Jeonghan groaned in satisfaction, his seed pulsing from his cock, spilling deep inside her as she milked him, her walls clamping down on him, working against his thrusting hips. He collapsed onto Luna, their bodies a tangled mess of limbs and sweat. Luna lay on her back, her heart pounding in her chest, her breaths coming in sporadic gasps.
Jeonghan kissed Lunaâs neck, his lips moist and soft against her skin. "Fuck, Bae Jiyeon, you make me feel crazy," he murmured, his breath hot on her ear.
Jeonghan's weight on top of her felt heavy and comforting, and she curled her fingers into the fabric beneath her. She looked up at him, her eyes hazy with lust and pleasure. "YouâŚ" she gasped trailing off, her voice still ragged with biss.
"You are magnificent, Jiyeon-ah," Jeonghan replied, his voice soft but with an underlying intensity that made her shiver.
He shifted off her, lying on his side next to her. He brushed a loose curl away from her face, tucking it behind her ear. "See? I told you... youâre made for me.â He whispered with a possessive edge as he looked into her eyes, his fingers gently tracing her jawline, the weight of his claim lingering in the air.
Luna let out a soft laugh, her hand traveling down his chest and settling on his hip as she hid her face in his chest, a blushing mess.
âStop hiding from me, Nana-ya,â Jeonghan placed a kiss on top of her head as his warm fingers drew circles on her hip. âWhy are you shy all of a sudden? Hm?â
âStop,â Luna playful whined, her pout evident in her tone, though the affection lacing her words betrayed how much she loved the attention he gave her.
"You like it when I talk to you like this, don't you? It's okay, you don't have to hide it. I can tell." Jeonghan was practically purring at her, his voice dripping with teasing condescension, savoring the way she responded to his baby talk and teasing words.
âYouâre so fucking annoying, Yoon Jeonghan,â Luna huffed as she removed her face off his chest to playfully glare at him only to be met by Jeonghanâs smug face already looking down at her.
A slow, lazy smile spread across Jeonghanâs lips, and he let out a low hum, clearly amused by her response. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, âHow do you feel, pretty girl?â
Luna could feel her pulse quicken at the nearness of him, but she wasnât about to let him win this easily. âIâm fine. I feel fine,â she said coolly, shrugging her shoulders like this was just another casual conversation.
Jeonghan chuckled, a low sound that reverberated through his chest. âYouâre fine?â he repeated, his tone teasing, almost mocking. âI just rocked your fucking world and made you mine, and all youâve got is âIâm fineâ?â
Luna turned to face him fully, her eyes narrowing just slightly as she smirked. âWhat else do you want me to say? Write a love letter?â she quipped back, not missing a beat.
Jeonghan laughed softly, his fingers trailing down her arm in a way that sent shivers down her spine. âYou donât have to say anything, Jiyeonie,â he said, his voice dropping an octave, his teasing tone gone, replaced by something far more direct. âYou already did.â
Luna raised an eyebrow at that, a silent challenge in her eyes. âOh? And what exactly did I say?â
Jeonghanâs smirk widened, and without breaking eye contact, he leaned in closeâ too close, his breath warm against her lips. âYouâre still here, arenât you?â
The words hung in the air between them, simple but heavy. Luna didnât have a quick comeback this time. Her heart skipped a beat, not because of the weight of the situation, but because he said it so nonchalantly like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Jeonghan pulled back just slightly, watching her reaction with that same unreadable expression. âSo⌠you tell me. What does that mean?â
Luna stared at him, feeling the weight of his words sink in. She could feel her defenses crumbling, but she wasnât ready to give him the satisfaction of knowing that. âMaybe I just didnât want to leave before breakfast tomorrow morning,â she shot back, keeping her voice light, and playful.
Jeonghan laughed again, shaking his head as he rested his forehead against hers. âMaybe. Or maybe⌠youâre not quite done with me yet.â
Luna rolled her eyes, though a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. âYouâve got an answer for everything, donât you?â
Jeonghan grinned, pulling her closer. âI have an answer for you, yeah.â He pressed a quick kiss to her lips before pulling back with that same infuriating smile. âGet used to it.â
The words were casual, almost tossed out as an afterthought. But they carried weightâ an unspoken promise. And as Luna lay there, wrapped in his arms, she couldnât help but think that maybe, just maybe, she didnât mind getting used to it after all.
In the quiet aftermath, as the weight of everything settled between them, it was clear that this wasnât just another fleeting moment or a secret whispered in the dark.
And just like that, Luna who started as his English Love Affair had quickly turned into something far less foreignâ and far more impossible to forget.
There was no turning backâ this was no longer a story of if only, but of everything that came after.
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