#cause I want to see more of what it looks like from outside

[elikajinnie]

P: Situationship!Heeseung X Fem!Reader (recommended age 18+)

Warnings: Situationship, Hurt/Comfort, Suggestive Content, Tension, Flirting, Mature Content, Pursuing, Possessive & Needy Behaviour, Jealousy if you squint, Alcohol Consumption, Mentioned Drug Use.

Wordcount: 22k

Synopsis: For years, Lee Heeseung had been in your life—never close enough to be a friend but too familiar to be a stranger. You told yourself you weren’t interested, that he didn’t matter to you. But Heeseung had other plans cause he made it his mission to claim your attention—and eventually your heart. But love is never easy.

a/n: was watching the iconic Kuch Kuch Hota Hai when this idea came! (dont ask how) i also wanted to try something new with the title. (disclaimer! some of the scenes are written from experience)

now playing: truth or dare by tyla | friends by chase atlantic | awkward by sza | bloodline by ariana grande | twenty nights by nobu woods | gi faen by ballinciaga

School hierarchy never interested you—peaking in high school, the whole "king of the cafeteria" nonsense. Why would it? None of that mattered after graduation. You always thought it was a waste of time, all those petty dramas and desperate attempts to be remembered as something more than ordinary.

And yet, somehow, you were known, not because you clamored for attention or played into the social games everyone else seemed obsessed with, but because...well, you were you. Quiet, maybe. Not invisible, though. People knew your name, knew your face, even if you couldn’t recall theirs at times. Maybe it was the way you never fumbled over your words when teachers called on you or the way your presence seemed calm. You didn’t try to stand out, but you were noticed, even if you never asked for it.

Made you wonder what made you noticed.

And that question was solved pretty quickly, to be honest. All because you knew Heeseung since you were young.

And Heeseung? Heeseung was everything you’d expect from someone at the top of the high school food chain. Popular, effortlessly so. Basketball captain, the school’s golden boy, practically born to be the main character in someone’s coming-of-age movie. But beyond all that, he was still totally derpy—the same kid who used to trip over his own feet at recess, the one who cried when you beat him in hide-and-seek because he hid in the most obvious spot.

He hadn’t changed much, really. Sure, he had a little more swagger now, a charm that made people laugh at his terrible jokes instead of groan, but to you, he was just Heeseung.

You’d laugh every time someone brought him up to you, trying to see if you’d spill some secret about what he was like outside of the spotlight. “You’re friends with Heeseung, right?” they’d say, voices dipping into curiosity or jealousy. And you’d shrug, like it wasn’t a big deal. Because to you, it wasn’t.

But somehow, knowing him—having that tether to someone like him—had put you on the radar, too. Even if you weren’t part of his crowd, even if you didn’t sit with him at lunch or go to the parties he got dragged to, people noticed you because he noticed you.

And that was the funny thing, wasn’t it? You never cared about being seen, but Heeseung never stopped looking for you in a room.

You were never really interested in initiating anything with him, even if he was very much 100% interested in initiating something with you.

He’d find you in the hallways, leaning casually against the wall, as if it was second nature for him to cage you in, corner you with a smile that made everything around you feel like it had slowed down. He’d ask you about your day, always interested in the little details you never thought anyone would care about. “Are you busy some day?” he’d ask, eyes sparkling, as if he was hinting at something more—something he probably expected you to say yes to.

Other times, he’d slide into the seat next to you in class, talking about his upcoming game like it was an invitation in itself. “You should come watch,” he'd say with that grin, the one that could melt anyone into agreeing. "I’ll even give you my jersey after I win.”

And then there were the parties—he’d invite you to those too, always the center of attention but always making sure you knew you were welcome. Sometimes he’d just come right up to you, all charm and boldness, flirting with you shamelessly, leaning in so close you could feel his breath on your skin. His presence was so intense, so overwhelming, that you couldn’t help but get those butterflies in your stomach, no matter how much you wanted to stay calm.

And yet, despite all of it—the smiles, the promises, the hints of something more—you rejected his advances.

Every. Single. One.

You couldn’t let yourself get caught up in it. You wouldn’t. Even if every part of you, every part of your mind and heart, screamed to take a chance, to let yourself fall into whatever Heeseung was offering, you pushed him away.

Mostly because you knew what type of person he was now. You saw how he was with other women in school, how effortlessly he had them wrapped around his finger, how they would come to him at the snap of his finger, eyes wide and eager for whatever he had to offer. They were drawn to him like moths to a flame, following him like he was the sun and they were planets orbiting around him. And, honestly, it was hard not to see the way his charm worked, how his attention seemed to shift from one girl to the next as if it was all just a game.

A game that you weren’t interested in playing.

You weren’t just going to be another face in the crowd, another person who would fall for his flirtations, get swept up in the thrill of his attention only to be tossed aside when someone else caught his eye. You were different. You had to be.

Heeseung was the type who could have anyone, but you weren’t just anyone. You were stronger than that, smarter than that. You didn’t need to be one of his many admirers to feel valued.

So, you kept saying no, keeping a distance, watching the way he’d grin like it was no big deal, then go off to let his attention drift somewhere else. And deep down, you knew you weren’t immune to it. Maybe you never would be. But the answer stayed the same.

That didn’t mean Heeseung didn’t stop going after you.

If anything, it seemed like the more you pulled away, the harder he tried. You'd find him lingering around your classes, catching you in the hallways, or showing up in places where you didn’t expect him to be. It was like a game to him, though you weren't sure if he knew it was to you. Maybe he thought he could win you over if he tried hard enough, if he kept being persistent, kept flashing that grin and throwing out just enough charm to keep you on the edge of saying yes.

He’d joke with you, pretending to be playful, leaning in with a wink like you were both in on some shared secret no one else understood. But you knew better. You could see through the act, see the way his eyes would light up when he thought he was getting close. It was almost like a challenge to him now, something he couldn’t let go of.

But you kept saying no.

And he kept coming back for more.

You would think that someone like him would give up after rejection, after rejection. But nooooo.

If anything, Heeseung only seemed more determined with each "no" you threw at him. You’d catch him looking at you with amusement, as if he were trying to figure you out, like you were some puzzle he couldn’t quite solve. You could almost hear the wheels turning in his head, plotting his next move. It wasn’t just persistence—it was obsession in its own strange way.

He’d show up at your locker with an extra wide grin, as if all the past rejections were just another small obstacle, one he was determined to overcome. He’d ask about your plans for the weekend, your favorite movie, your favorite ice cream flavor—all these little things that seemed innocent enough but were clearly his way of getting closer to you, of worming his way in until you couldn’t say no anymore. And each time, you’d refuse, hold firm.

It was like a tug-of-war, except you were the one refusing to be pulled.

And yet, he never stopped to one point that there was a part of you that wondered, almost begrudgingly, if anyone had ever resisted him like this before. You could almost hear the chuckles of his friends in the background, no doubt betting on how long it would take before you gave in.

It did kind of surprise you when, one day, you were walking down the hallway, busy trying to find your gum in your bag, when you accidentally overheard a girl confessing to Heeseung. You stopped, pausing mid-step as you heard her voice, trembling with nerves, pouring out her feelings to him.

You looked down the hallway you were passing, and there he was, standing with his back to you, his attention fully on the girl in front of him. She was shy, her words stumbling over each other, her face flushed as she nervously admitted what everyone probably already knew. She liked him. She wanted him.

But what he did next was something you did not expect at all.

He rejected her.

The words hit you before you could even process them. "I’m sorry," he said, his voice calm but firm. "But there’s someone else I’m interested in. Someone I want." He didn’t hesitate. Didn’t even seem to waver. He was polite, but his words were clear and final.

The girl stood frozen for a moment, looking down, clearly embarrassed. You could see the brief flicker of pain on her face, but she nodded and walked away quickly, her head down.

You felt an unexpected sting in your chest, a strange mix of confusion and something else you couldn’t quite put your finger on. You couldn’t decide if it was relief or disappointment or... something else.

And as Heeseung turned around, casually adjusting his jacket, you quickly stepped into a side hallway, out of sight, your heart beating a little too fast for comfort. You had never expected to see something like that, especially not from him. Never from him. And it made you wonder, question everything you thought you knew about him.

Because after that moment, it seemed like he rejected girl after girl, all while still pursuing you with that same relentless determination. It was strange. You would never catch him kissing other women anymore, never saw pictures on social media of him with a girl on his lap at parties, never heard whispers of him flirting with anyone else. It was like the world around him had faded, and the only focus, the only person who mattered, was you.

No one else but you.

It made you question everything. Was he really serious about you? Or was this just some strange game he was playing, a challenge to see if he could win you over when everyone else had fallen for his charm? Or was it something more than the surface-level attention he gave everyone else? You tried to shake the thoughts from your mind, tried to ignore the way your heart fluttered when you realized you were the only one he seemed to want.

But the more you thought about it, the more it made you uneasy. Did you trust him? Or were you walking into a trap?

If it was a trap, it was a pretty good one, because something changed between the dynamic of you and Heeseung. You grew more compliant, more willing to give him a little piece of your attention, a little more of your time. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to make him shift gears. Heeseung, who had always been so confident, so certain, now seemed a little more desperate, a little more eager to make you notice him, to make you smile.

He’d go out of his way to do the smallest things just to get a reaction from you—whether it was showing up with your favorite drink, offering to carry your bag when you were weighed down with books, or trying to impress you with his random trivia knowledge that he knew you secretly found endearing. His usual cool composure was slipping, and in its place was a version of him you hadn’t seen since you were young.

And frankly, it was kinda cute.

It was like he was a little boy again, trying so hard to win your approval, doing whatever he could to get you to look his way, to see him the way he wanted you to.

You expected to play a little around with his attention, to enjoy the way he’d chase you, all while ignoring the stares you got from other girls. It wasn’t anything serious, just a game, a harmless little back-and-forth that didn’t have to mean anything. You didn’t expect it to go anywhere—after all, this was Heeseung, the golden boy who had his pick of anyone. He was just... fun to be around, right?

But how were you supposed to know that one measly party—just one event—would change everything?

It wasn’t even a big deal at first. Just a typical Friday night, with music blasting, lights flashing, and everyone packed together in some house that barely fit the crowd. You had told yourself you’d just go for a bit, maybe chat with some friends, and leave before things got too chaotic.

When you arrived, you decided to go get a drink first, something to ease your nerves. You weren’t exactly the type to jump into a party scene, so you figured a little liquid courage wouldn’t hurt. You made your way to the kitchen, and scanned the counter for something that would do the trick. You found a bottle of something strong, poured yourself a generous amount, and started nursing it as you made your way through the house, trying to find a familiar face in the crowd.

The music was louder now, almost deafening, and the air smelled like a mix of cheap cologne, sweat, and the faint scent of pizza. The people around you were lost in their own little worlds—laughing, dancing, talking—but you were searching for someone you knew.

Your search didn’t take long before you spotted a group of people you knew—friends from class, a few people you’d hung out with before. You made your way toward them, grateful for the distraction, and they welcomed you with smiles and waves. You could feel the tension in your body start to loosen as you joined in, taking a sip from your drink and laughing along with their jokes.

You stayed with them for a while, catching up on small talk, sipping your drink more leisurely. The conversation shifted from one topic to another—school, upcoming plans, random gossip about who was dating who—until eventually, the music started pulling everyone onto the dance floor. You found yourself swept along with the crowd, the beat of the song pounding through the floor and vibrating up your spine as you moved with the rhythm, the alcohol in your system giving you a little extra confidence.

It was fun, for a while. You lost yourself in the music, and you could feel the tension slip away with each step you took, each beat you moved to, until everything felt… easy.

Then, suddenly, you felt strong arms around your waist, pulling you close, a warmth pressing against your back. It took a split second for the reality to sink in, but you already knew who it was based on the familiar scent of cologne that filled your senses. You didn’t have to look to be sure, but you turned your head anyway, and as expected, there he was.

Heeseung.

He was right behind you, holding you effortlessly, his grip strong yet gentle as he matched the rhythm of the music with you. His chest pressed against your back, making your breath catch for a moment.

You could feel his chin rest lightly on your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin, and despite every part of you telling yourself to pull away, to keep the distance you’d worked so hard to maintain, something inside you didn’t want to.

For a brief moment, you forgot to question it all. You forgot the reasons you kept pushing him away, the doubts you had about what he truly wanted.

And when he leaned close, his voice low and steady, you felt your resolve begin to crumble as his lips just brushed your ear. "You look so good," he murmured, the sound of his voice sending a shiver down your spine. "Dancing like that, looking so tempting."

The words were playful, but there was something in the tone that made it clear he wasn’t just joking. You could feel the weight of his gaze on the back of your neck.

For a moment, you felt dizzy—not just from the alcohol, but from his proximity, the way he had you caught in his orbit, unwilling to let go.

"You’re driving me crazy," he whispered, his grip on your waist tightening just slightly as if to remind you of how close he was. The teasing had a bite now and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was testing you, seeing how far he could push.

And God did he push.

Heeseung’s fingers brushed lightly against your waist, sending a ripple of heat through you. "You know," he said, his tone softer now, almost a whisper, "you’re not making it easy for me to behave tonight."

You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way your body reacted to his every move, every word. But it was useless—he was too close, too overwhelming, and you couldn’t think straight.

When you finally found your voice, it came out quieter than you intended. "Maybe you’ve had a little too much to drink, Heeseung," you said, hoping to inject some distance, even though your own voice betrayed how unsteady you felt.

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against your back. "Maybe," he admitted, and you could hear the smirk in his tone. "But don’t act like you’re not enjoying this."

You turned your head slightly, just enough to catch a glimpse of him out of the corner of your eye. His gaze was locked on you, dark and intense.

"I’m not—" you started, but the words caught in your throat as he leaned in even closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

"You’re not what?" he murmured, his voice low and coaxing, daring you to finish your sentence.

You hated how your body betrayed you, how your heart raced, how you couldn’t seem to pull away, even though every logical part of your brain screamed at you to step back. But the warmth of his arms and the way he looked at you as if you were the only person in the room—it was all too much.

For once, you let yourself linger, not pulling away from his hold, not giving him the usual pushback. He noticed immediately, his smirk growing as if he had won some unspoken game between you two.

“You’re quiet tonight,” Heeseung said, his tone teasing but soft. His fingers traced small circles against your hip, his other hand resting lightly at your waist. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, huh?”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at your lips. “Maybe I’m just too tired to deal with your nonsense.”

“Oh, nonsense, huh?” he said with a mock-wounded expression, leaning closer, his lips hovering dangerously close to your skin. “Careful, or you might hurt my feelings.”

“I think you’ll survive,” you shot back, tilting your head to glance at him. But the way his gaze locked onto yours made your breath hitch.

He laughed, the sound low and warm, as he kept still. “You’re enjoying this,” he murmured, the words brushing against your ear. “Admit it.”

You didn’t respond right away, instead letting the music carry you both. There was something about this that felt different tonight. Maybe it was the way he wasn’t pushing too hard, wasn’t making this feel like a game. Or maybe it was just the way you let yourself relax for once, let yourself enjoy his attention without overthinking it.

“And if I am?” you said finally, your voice quieter than you intended, but steady enough to hold his gaze.

Heeseung’s grin widened, his confidence shining through. “Then I guess I’ll just have to keep doing whatever I’m doing,” he said, his voice full of promise.

You scoffed lightly, shaking your head, trying to brush him off, but he wasn’t having it. “Oh, don’t act so tough,” he teased, “I know I’m getting to you.”

You rolled your eyes, stepping back just enough to put some space between you, but Heeseung wasn’t letting you off the hook that easily. He followed, closing the gap again, his movements unhurried. “Running away already?” he said, his tone mockingly hurt.

“I’m not running,” you shot back, crossing your arms in front of you, though the small smile threatening to form on your lips betrayed you.

“Uh-huh,” he said, clearly not convinced. He reached out, gently tugging at one of your hands, his pouty expression exaggerated to the point of being ridiculous. “Don’t be mean, baby. I was just starting to enjoy myself.”

You let out a laugh despite yourself, shaking your head again. “I’m not your baby , you know that right?”

“But here you are,” he replied smoothly, the grin returning to his lips. “Still talking to me, still letting me hold you like I belong to you. Makes me think you don’t hate this as much as you pretend.”

You wanted to argue, to push him away again, but before you could, Heeseung pulled you closer once more. “Tell me to stop,” he said quietly, “if you really want me to stop, I will.”

The words caught you off guard, and for a moment, you didn’t know what to say, but you didn’t want him to stop. You couldn’t say it either. And he noticed.

Instead of gloating, though, his grin softened into an almost shy smile. “That’s what I thought,” he murmured, his hand squeezing yours gently before letting it go, as if to remind you that you were the one in control, even if it didn’t feel like it right now.

“Don’t think this means I’m giving in,” you said, trying to regain some ground, but the way he was looking at you made it hard to sound convincing.

“Sure, sure,” he replied, his smirk returning. “But I’ll take it as a win anyway.”

You rolled your eyes at him, a playful smirk curling on your lips. Leaning in just enough so only he could hear, you whispered, your voice teasing, “Maybe you should work a little harder if you want to win me over pretty boy.”

Before he could respond, you pulled back and walked off toward the kitchen, swaying your hips just enough to make a point and you felt a surge of satisfaction when you glanced over your shoulder.

Heeseung stood frozen in place, his expression both shocked and in disbelief. His mouth hung open slightly, his eyes wide as he processed your words and the sudden shift. For once, it seemed like you had left him speechless—a rarity that made your grin widen.

You turned back around, hiding your amusement as you reached the kitchen and poured yourself another drink.

A few seconds passed, and you felt it—the unmistakable weight of his gaze burning into your back. Heeseung wasn’t one to give up easily, and you knew you’d just ignited a fire in him. It wasn’t a question of if he’d come after you, but when.

You took a sip of your drink, savoring the moment, and braced yourself for whatever Heeseung was planning. You barely had any time to react before you felt Heeseung’s presence behind you. His body pressed against your back, his warmth seeping through your clothes as his arms caged you in on either side of the counter. His hands gripped the edge, locking you in place.

A low, frustrated groan escaped his lips, brushing against your ear and sending a shiver down your spine. “You’re really going to do me like that?” he murmured, his voice laced with mock pain.

You tilted your head slightly, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye, unable to keep the grin from spreading across your face. “Do you like what?” you asked innocently, swirling your drink in your hand as if you weren’t trapped.

Heeseung chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that made your stomach flip. “Walking away like that,” he said, leaning in closer until his lips almost brushed the curve of your jaw. “Whispering things you know are going to drive me crazy, and then just leaving me standing there like an idiot.”

You giggled as you leaned back slightly, your head resting against his shoulder. “You looked cute like that,” you teased, your tone dripping with playful defiance. “Maybe I should do it more often.”

“Cute?” he echoed, his voice dropping an octave as his grip on the counter tightened. “I’ll show you cute.”

Before you could respond, Heeseung’s lips were so close to your ear that you could feel the heat of his breath. “You’re trouble, you know that?” he said, his tone softer now, though still playful. “But it’s fine. I like trouble.”

You couldn’t help but laugh again, your shoulders shaking slightly as you set your drink down on the counter. “You’re so dramatic, Heeseung,” you said, turning your head just enough to meet his gaze.

Heeseung’s eyes locked onto yours, the grin on his face softening into something more tempting. “Dramatic, huh?” he murmured, “maybe. But you can’t tell me you don’t like it.”

You opened your mouth to reply, but the words caught in your throat as he leaned in closer, his nose almost brushing yours. “I think you like the attention,” he continued, his tone smug as his lips curved into that infuriating smirk. “You wouldn’t keep me guessing if you didn’t.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to keep your composure despite the rapid thudding of your heart. “Guessing? Please,” you scoffed, tilting your chin up slightly, refusing to back down. “You’re the one who keeps showing up, Heeseung. Not me.”

“And yet,” he countered smoothly, “you haven’t walked away yet. If you really weren’t interested, you wouldn’t still be here. With me.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, even as a smile tugged at the corners of your mouth. “Maybe I’m just enjoying watching you make a fool of yourself.”

“Is that right?” he said, his voice dipping, playful but challenging. He leaned in even closer, so close that his lips were barely a breath away from yours. “Careful, baby, or you might end up falling for me instead.”

His confidence was maddening, but it was that same confidence that made your pulse race.

You tilted your head slightly, meeting his gaze with a raised brow. “Falling for you?” you repeated, your voice steady even as your heart betrayed you. “Don’t flatter yourself, Heeseung.”

He chuckled softly, the sound low and warm as his hand left the counter to lightly graze your hip, his fingers lingering just enough to make you aware of every single nerve in your body. “Oh, I’m not flattering myself,” he murmured, his tone dripping with amusement. “I’m just calling it how I see it.”

You rolled your eyes, a soft laugh escaping your lips. “You’ve got some nerve,” you said, shaking your head as you turned away from him.

His eyes following your every move as you picked up your drink again. “And you’ve got some walls,” he shot back.

You paused, glancing back at him as you took a sip of your drink. “Maybe they’re there for a reason,” you replied, your tone light but pointed.

Heeseung leaned back slightly, crossing his arms over his chest as he studied you. “Yeah, but the thing about walls?” he said, tilting his head with a grin. “They’re meant to be climbed.”

You side-eyed him, the faintest smile tugging at your lips as you raised your glass to take another sip. “Try all you want mountain climber.”

Before he could come up with a response, you smoothly stepped away, moving around the kitchen counter to put some distance between you. His brows furrowed slightly in surprise, the sudden shift catching him off guard.

“Hey, wait a second,” he called after you, quickly sliding around the counter in an attempt to follow. The way he moved—quick but a little clumsy, as if he hadn’t expected you to slip away so easily—made you chuckle to yourself.

“You’re gonna have to try harder than that,” you said over your shoulder, your tone full of challenge as you leaned casually against the far end of the counter, nursing your drink.

Heeseung stopped on the other side, his hands gripping the edge of the counter as he tilted his head. “Oh, so now we’re playing games?” he asked, clearly in disbelief.

“You started it,” you shot back, taking another sip and meeting his gaze head-on.

His eyes narrowed slightly as if accepting the challenge. “Fine,” he said, “but don’t be mad when I win.”

“Win?” you repeated, raising a brow at him. “Pretty confident for someone who just got left behind.”

That earned a laugh from him, and in one swift motion, he stepped around the counter, closing the gap between you. “Left behind?” he echoed, his tone playful as he leaned down slightly, his face closer to yours. “Nah. I’m right where I need to be.”

Your breath hitched for the briefest moment, but you quickly masked it with another sip of your drink, refusing to let him see how much his persistence was getting to you.

Heeseung’s smirk widened when you began moving around the counter again, and without missing a beat, he mirrored your steps, chasing after you. “Oh, you think you’re clever, huh?” he teased, his tone light as his eyes tracked your every move.

“You’ll have to be faster than that,” you shot back, a playful laugh escaping your lips as you darted around the other side.

His hands hovered over the counter, ready to cut you off, but you were quicker, slipping just out of reach. The look of mock frustration on his face was priceless, and you couldn’t help but grin at your small victory.

“Alright, alright,” he said, holding his hands up for a moment as if calling a truce. But you weren’t buying it—not for a second.

When he lunged, you were ready, spinning on your heel and darting out of the kitchen entirely. “Nice try!” you called over your shoulder, weaving your way back toward the dance floor, the thumping bass and flashing lights swallowing you up.

You could hear him groan behind you, the sound half exasperated, half amused. “You’re really gonna make me work for this, huh?”

You didn’t answer, slipping into the crowd and letting the press of people conceal you. It was easy to lose him in the chaos, and when you glanced back over your shoulder, you caught a glimpse of him standing near the edge of the dance floor, scanning the crowd with a furrowed brow.

For a moment, you just watched him. The way he ran a hand through his hair, clearly trying to spot you, made your chest tighten unexpectedly. But you shook the feeling off quickly, turning back to the music and letting yourself have fun.

The crowd seemed to shift and swirl, pulling you deeper into the dance floor. For a moment, you felt untouchable—lost in the freedom of the moment.

But that feeling didn’t last long. You could still feel him, even if you couldn’t see him. And then, just when you thought you’d successfully slipped away, a familiar voice cut through the noise, low and right near your ear.

“Thought you could run away from me?”

You turned your head sharply, only to find Heeseung standing there, a sly grin on his face. His hair was slightly mussed, and there was a faint flush on his cheeks, probably from weaving through the crowd to find you.

“How’d you—” you started, but he interrupted with a chuckle.

“You really think I’d give up that easily?” he asked, his tone almost incredulous. “I told you, I’m right where I need to be.”

You rolled your eyes, though the corner of your lips tugged upward. “Maybe you’re just a little too determined,” you said, stepping back slightly, but he followed your movement effortlessly.

“Or maybe you like being chased,” he countered, his voice smooth as he matched your pace.

You opened your mouth to retort, but he caught your hand, gently spinning you back toward him, his movements seamless with the music. It was so smooth, so unexpected, that you didn’t even think to pull away. “Caught you,” he murmured, his voice low as his eyes locked onto yours.

You raised an eyebrow, trying to ignore the way your heart was pounding. “I let you catch me,” you replied.

“Keep telling yourself that,” he answered as he pulled you a little closer.

The space between you vanished, and for a moment, you were acutely aware of everything—his hand on your waist, his body, his gaze. It was dizzying, but you didn’t pull away. Instead, you stayed there, caught in the moment, wondering how on earth he always managed to get under your skin like this.

Heeseung began to sway with you to the music, his hands resting lightly on your waist, guiding your movements with an ease that felt far too natural. You told yourself it didn’t mean anything. It was just dancing, just a moment. And yet, you didn’t stop him. You let him lead, let him pull you closer, until his forehead was nearly brushing yours.

But then you noticed something. The way his steps were deliberate, not just moving to the beat but steering you. Slowly, subtly, his touch guided you backward through the crowd.

Your brow furrowed as realization dawned. Heeseung wasn’t just dancing. He had a plan.

“You’re sneaky, you know that?” you muttered, narrowing your eyes as you glanced over your shoulder and saw the wall creeping closer.

Heeseung’s grin turned wicked, a spark of mischief lighting up his face. “Sneaky? Me?” he asked, feigning innocence, though the way his hands tightened ever so slightly on your waist betrayed him. “Yes, you,” you shot back, even as your back brushed against the cool surface of the wall. He leaned in, his voice low and teasing. “Can you blame me? You make it so hard to keep my distance.”

You rolled your eyes, though your pulse betrayed you, hammering in your chest as his gaze locked onto yours.

His gaze never left yours for a second. The world around you seemed to fade away as he leaned in just the slightest bit closer, his chest rising and falling faster with each breath. You could feel the heat of his body so close to yours, could feel the tension between you, thick and heavy.

He glanced down at your lips, then back up to your eyes, the look in his gaze unreadable. It was almost like he was testing the air between you, measuring whether you’d pull away or lean in. His hands on your waist holding you in place as if he knew you wouldn’t make a move. His breathing had picked up now, shallow and just a little shaky, and for a brief moment, you wondered if he was just as affected by this as you were.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you whispered, though you knew your voice was too soft to carry any real force. The words felt weak even as they left your lips, because you knew you weren’t really trying to push him away.

He chuckled softly, the sound deep and low, as if savoring the moment. “Like what?” he asked.

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t—because the answer was already in the way your heart was pounding, the way your breath hitched every time he got a little closer.

And then, without warning, he leaned in just a fraction more, his lips hovering so close to yours that you could feel the heat radiating from them, but he didn’t make the move. He was waiting. Testing.

You both seemed to be holding your breath.

Just as you were about to say something, the world shifted unexpectedly. A figure stumbled into Heeseung from behind, knocking into him, and before either of you could react, the person’s drink splashed all over you. You gasped as the cold liquid drenched your outfit, your heart sinking as you saw the mess, the dark stain had spread across the fabric, leaving a damp, sticky trail. “Are you kidding me?” you groaned, trying to wipe it off, but it only made it worse.

Heeseung, who had been caught off guard by the collision, quickly turned around. His brows furrowed with frustration, but his gaze softened when he saw the mess on your clothes. Without missing a beat, he pushed the person who had bumped into him away with a quick but firm shove. “Watch where you’re going!” he snapped. The drunk person mumbled an apology, clearly embarrassed, but Heeseung didn’t seem to care. His attention was on you now.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his hand brushing against your arm as he looked you over.

You just sighed, wiping your shirt, but it was clear you weren’t getting anywhere. “This is great,” you muttered, more to yourself than anyone else, “I didn’t even want to be here tonight, and now this…”

Heeseung didn’t let you dwell on it for long. “Come on,” he said, taking your hand in a way that was surprisingly gentle for all the tension you’d felt earlier. “Let’s get you cleaned up. There’s a bathroom down the hall.”

You didn’t argue, allowing him to guide you through the crowd, his hand on yours was warm, and even though you were frustrated, there was something comforting in the way he took charge.

When you reached the bathroom, he opened the door for you, ushering you inside with a soft “After you,” before making sure the door was securely closed behind you. The bathroom was quieter, and the air felt colder, but it was a welcome change from the chaos outside.

“Sit down, I’ll grab you some paper towels,” he said, motioning to the counter as he quickly moved toward the sink.

You sat down on the edge, trying to assess the damage, but the sticky feeling of the drink on your skin made it hard to focus. Heeseung was quick, his movements efficient as he grabbed a handful of paper towels and wet them under the faucet.

“You’re really going to make me clean up after you now?” you teased, trying to lighten the mood, though there was still a hint of irritation in your voice.

Heeseung didn’t reply right away. Instead, he stepped closer, his fingers brushing yours as he handed you the damp towels. His gaze softened as he looked at you. “I’m not making you do anything,” he said quietly, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Just trying to help.”

You glanced at him, surprised by the gentle way he was treating the situation. You took the damp towels from his hands, still a little flustered by how close he was standing, how his gaze was focused on you with such intent.

“I didn’t ask for help,” you muttered, not in an angry way but more out of habit, the natural instinct to push away when things got too close, too personal.

He smiled, a knowing glint in his eyes. “I know. But that’s never stopped me before, has it?”

You opened your mouth to retort, but the words didn’t come. You couldn’t find the right response. Instead, you just looked at him, your heart doing that erratic thing it always did when he was this close.

Heeseung seemed to notice your hesitation, his smile softening. “You don’t have to push me away every time, you know,” he said gently, his voice almost too sincere.

You blinked, caught off guard. But before you could respond, he stepped back, giving you space, though his eyes never left yours. “I’ll wait outside,” he said quietly, his voice shifting back to its usual tone.“Take your time.”

You nodded, not trusting yourself to say anything else.

Heeseung gave you one last lingering look before stepping out of the bathroom, the door clicking softly behind him. As soon as he was gone, you exhaled a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, your heart still racing in your chest. You quickly went to work cleaning yourself up, though the mess on your clothes was much harder to fix.

Your thoughts were spinning. There was something about the way Heeseung was acting tonight, you couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but there was definitely something there, and it made your stomach twist in ways.

You ran a hand through your hair, trying to collect yourself. Why did he have this effect on you? You couldn’t figure it out, but the longer you stood there in the bathroom, the more confused you felt.

After a few more minutes, you gave up trying to fix the mess entirely. It was too late for that. Instead, you grabbed your things and stepped out of the bathroom. As soon as you entered the hallway, you spotted Heeseung standing by the door, his posture relaxed but his eyes immediately locking onto yours. “Well?” he asked, cocking his head slightly as he gave you a once-over. “Better?”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah, much better,” you replied, trying to act nonchalant, but you could feel your heartbeat quicken again under his scrutiny.

He gave a small nod, his eyes never leaving yours. “Good. You look… good.” There was a hesitation before the words left his mouth, as though he wasn’t entirely sure how to phrase them.

You caught it, and for the first time tonight, you didn’t immediately push back. Instead, you simply looked at him, unsure of what was happening.

Wait.

You suddenly felt a strange sense of déjà vu wash over you. The way he looked at you, the way he was standing there waiting for you, felt familiar, like it was something you had experienced before.

Your mind wandered back to a memory from when you were younger, one that you hadn’t thought about in ages. You were just a child, maybe eight or nine, playing in the park with Heeseung not too far away. You’d been running around, laughing with the other kids when some clumsy little boy—one of your classmates—spilled his drink all over you. You’d been so upset, the sticky liquid ruining your favorite shirt, and you could feel tears threatening to spill.

But then, out of nowhere, there was Heeseung. He hadn’t hesitated for a second, not like some of the other kids who were too busy laughing or ignoring you. He’d been sitting nearby, playing with a figurine in the grass, but the moment he saw you, he dropped his toys without a second thought. Without saying a word, he had stood up, walked over to you, and gently grabbed your hand.

“Don’t worry,” he’d said with that soft, comforting tone only he had, “I’ll help you clean up.”

He had led you straight to the bathroom of the park’s little concession stand, where he carefully grabbed paper towels and dabbed at your shirt, his face set in a look of determination. You remembered feeling embarrassed, but somehow his presence made everything feel better.

And now, here you were, years later, with him standing in front of you again, doing the same thing—helping you, without hesitation. It made you smile softly to yourself, the memory tugging at your heart in ways you weren’t sure how to explain.

Heeseung, noticing the smile tugging at your lips, raised an eyebrow in playful curiosity. “What’s on your mind?”

You shook your head, trying to hide the faint blush creeping onto your cheeks. “Just… thinking about something,” you said, your voice quieter than usual.

He didn’t push, simply giving you a small smile, as though he understood without needing any further explanation.

Before you could think too much about it, Heeseung suddenly moved with a surprising confidence, his hand finding your waist and gently pulling you along with him. The sudden shift startled you for a moment, but the warmth of his hand against your side made your breath hitch slightly.

“You look like you need another drink,” he said, his voice low, but playful, as he guided you through the crowded hallway and toward the kitchen. He left you no time to protest, and you found yourself following him without much resistance. You’d barely processed the familiar feeling of his touch when you were already in the kitchen, the sound of music and chatter fading slightly as you both entered the quieter space. Heeseung let go of your waist once you were in the kitchen, but he still stood close.

You looked up at him, meeting his eyes as he turned to the counter, rifling through the bottles of alcohol, though his gaze never fully left you.

"Something strong this time?" he asked, his tone teasing but with a hint of genuine care, as though he wanted to make sure you were really okay. "Or do you want to take it easy?"

You were still caught off guard by the way he had pulled you along, the way he’d moved without hesitation, without waiting for permission.

"Maybe just something light," you replied, trying to play it cool, even though he was making it difficult to focus on anything else.

Heeseung worked quickly, his movements smooth as he reached for the bottle, his back was turned to you. But you couldn’t stop watching him—how his muscles shifted under the fabric of his shirt, how good he looked.

Heeseung eventually finished the drink and handed it to you, his fingers brushing against yours again as you took the glass. For a second, you both stood there, neither one of you saying anything. It wasn’t awkward, but it wasn’t entirely comfortable either. It was that kind of silence where it felt like something was about to happen, but neither of you were sure what.

“So, what now?” you asked, trying to break the silence, but you could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you spoke.

Heeseung took a step closer to you, his eyes never leaving yours. "Now," he said, "we get back to enjoying the night."

You swallowed, suddenly aware of how close he was. "Right," you said, your voice a little shakier than you intended, but you quickly recovered, giving him a small smile. "Let’s see if I can actually make it through the night without getting drenched in anything else."

Heeseung’s lips curled into a grin, and he chuckled softly. "I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen again," he said, his tone playful but with an undertone of sincerity. He reached out and gently took your hand, his fingers brushing against yours.

You let him lead you back into the party, the music louder now, the crowd thicker. Heeseung didn’t let go of your hand, and you found yourself walking alongside him through the house, feeling uncertain.

✰ ✰ ✰

Somewhere during the night, you had lost sight of Heeseung. He had been dragged away by his friends, caught up in the crowd, and never returned after that. At first, it felt like a strange absence, the lingering sense of him still there even if he wasn't. But after a while, you pushed it aside, deciding it was fine.

You found yourself moving through the party, chatting with friends, laughing at jokes, and enjoying yourself. And as the night went on, you slipped into the comfort of familiar faces, people you could talk to normally. You were glad for the chance to just have fun, to forget for a moment the heat that always seemed to follow whenever Heeseung was around. You were fine without him, right?

You decided to step outside for a breath of fresh air. The noise and chaos inside had started to make you feel lightheaded, and the stuffy heat of the house wasn’t helping. A little solitude would do you good, you thought.

The cool air hit your skin as you stepped out into the backyard, a quiet escape from the party. You leaned against the outer wall, looking up at the night sky. The stars twinkled faintly above, and for a moment, you let the silence settle around you. It was peaceful, the kind of calm you needed after the madness inside. You closed your eyes for a moment, feeling the chill of the night on your skin, and took a deep breath.

What you didn’t know was that someone was watching you from the shadows, standing just far enough away not to be seen. The shape of a figure, leaning against the corner of the house, observing you with quiet intensity.

The moment stretched on, the backyard still and quiet, until you felt a presence shift behind you. A movement you couldn’t quite place, and before you could turn around to see who it was, you felt the brush of someone’s body so close to yours that it made you freeze.

You slowly turned your head, your breath catching in your throat, and found yourself face to face with Heeseung. His lips were mere inches from your ear as he leaned in, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from him. But something was off.

His usually sharp gaze was a little hazy, his eyes unfocused as he smiled at you—though it didn’t reach the intensity of his usual teasing grin. He looked almost… detached. Out of it.

And then the smell hit you—a sharp, pungent scent of weed mixed with the alcohol. It hit you like a wave, and you realized just how much he'd been indulging tonight.

"Heeseung?" you murmured, taking a step back instinctively, your heart picking up speed as you watched him sway slightly, his breath coming out slower than usual.

He seemed to snap out of his daze for a moment, his eyes clearing slightly as he blinked at you. "Hmm?" His voice was low, almost lazy, and there was a softness to it that you weren’t used to hearing.

You studied him for a moment, his breath still tinged with the unmistakable haze of the night’s indulgence. He wasn't himself—at least not the playful Heeseung you knew. "Are you okay?" you asked cautiously, unsure how to navigate this new version of him standing so close.

He seemed to hesitate for a moment before a slow, almost dreamy smile curled up on his lips. "Yeah, just needed a break too. The noise gets... loud. You know how it is."

He swayed again, his hand coming up to rest on the wall near you, his face inches from yours.

You stood still, your heart racing as you took in the unexpected sight of him like this. “Hey,” you said softly, your voice steadier than you felt. “Maybe you should head back inside.”

He chuckled softly, but it lacked its usual spark. Instead, it was drawn out and almost tired. “Nah,” he muttered, his breath warm against your skin. “I’m fine... just needed a minute.” His fingers brushed your arm lightly as if trying to keep himself steady.

He didn’t back away, though, and neither did you.

You were unsure what to say next, unsure of your next move. "You’re making this... hard," you finally whispered, uncertain whether you were talking about the situation or him.

Heeseung smiled, but this time it was slow, almost seductive, like he was savoring the moment. “Maybe I like it that way,” he murmured, his voice almost a growl. He leaned just a little closer, his breath mingling with yours.

Despite everything, despite all the confusion, you couldn’t stop the way your heart pounded. Heeseung had always been a game you couldn’t quite figure out, but right now, you were starting to wonder if maybe it was a game you didn’t want to win.

As he leaned in further, you had to make a decision: pull away, or let yourself fall into whatever it was that had been brewing between the two of you.

Before you could even make a decision, he made the decision for you. His lips parted, and he murmured a low, breathy compliment against your ear, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. “You look so beautiful baby,” he said, and there was a sincerity in his tone that cut through the haze. But before you could respond, his hand shot up to grip the side of your neck, his thumb pressing lightly against your skin, holding you in place. The other hand moved to your waist, pulling you flush against him.

Then, without warning, he kissed you. Hard. Hungry. His lips crashing against yours as if you were the air he needed to breathe, like this moment was the only thing that mattered.

You gasped into the kiss, caught off guard by the intensity of it. Heeseung’s mouth was possessive, eager, like he couldn’t get enough of you. He kissed you with a desperation that sent a rush of heat straight to your body, his hands pulling you closer, the pressure of his grip firm. It felt like everything had exploded in that moment, every feeling you’d been pushing away suddenly pouring out in a single, stolen kiss.

Your heart hammered in your chest, and even though every part of you knew this wasn’t how you expected things to go, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop it. The way he kissed you—like you were the last thing he’d ever touch—was overwhelming, and for the first time, you let yourself surrender to it.

His lips were intoxicating, and as he pulled you closer, you could feel the intensity in every movement, every press of his body against yours. The kiss deepened, more frantic now, as if neither of you could get enough. The feeling of him—so desperate, so needy—was something you never expected from Heeseung, and yet it was exactly what you found yourself craving.

You tried to stay grounded, to remind yourself of who he was, of all the walls you’d carefully built between you, but with each second, they seemed to crumble. His hands moved to your back, pulling you in as his kiss grew more fevered, his breathing erratic as he let out soft groans against your lips.

You couldn’t help but respond, your own hands rising to clutch at his shirt, your fingers digging into the fabric as if to keep him anchored to you, like the very act of touching him would stop this moment from slipping away. Heeseung’s body was solid against yours, and despite the confusion that still buzzed in the back of your mind, you couldn’t deny how badly you wanted this—wanted him.

His breath hitched as you pulled him even closer, you could feel the way his body seemed to tremble slightly as he held you in his arms, groaning lowly, the sound vibrating against your lips as he used one arm to brace himself against the wall, the other pulling you even closer, if that was even possible. His lips were desperate, claiming, his breathing heavy as it mixed with yours.

Your hands moved without thought, one gripping the back of his shirt, the other winding into his hair, tugging him even closer. He let out another low groan, the sound so needy it sent a shiver down your spine. Heeseung’s hand at your waist tightened, as if he was trying to merge your bodies into one.

Every part of you seemed to melt under his touch, all that mattered in that moment was the way he felt against you, the way his lips moved with yours, the way his hands seemed to be exploring every inch of your body. His lips moved with desperation, and each breathless kiss made it harder to remember why you had held back for so long.

But then, just as the kiss deepened again, your mind caught up with you. You could feel the weight of it—the gravity of what was happening. The familiar warning signs, the confusion, the uncertainty, all came rushing back to the surface.

You hesitated for a moment, your hands gripping his hair tightly, your chest rising and falling in quick breaths, trying to regain some semblance of control. Heeseung, sensing the shift, finally pulled back, his forehead resting against yours, both of you panting softly.

“Are you okay?” he whispered, his voice raspy and gentle, as if checking to see if you were still with him in that moment.

You pulled back slightly, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you tried to gather your thoughts, but your mind was still clouded by the rush of the moment. "We... we shouldn't be doing this," you murmured, your voice shaky, feeling the weight of the situation. "You're drunk, Heeseung. This isn't you."

Heeseung blinked slowly, his eyes still heavy with that lazy, almost dazed look as he played with the strands of your hair, his fingers brushing gently against your scalp. He tilted his head slightly, giving you that smile—the one that always made your heart flutter, even in the most confusing of times.

He leaned in just a little closer, his breath warm against your cheek, and he spoke softly, his voice sincere "Even if I wasn't drunk," he said, his lips curling into a slow smile, "I’d still do this." His eyes locked onto yours, the haze in them making his gaze feel even more intense. "Because you're you. A pretty girl I've wanted for years."

You felt your breath catch in your throat, the heat of his words curling around you like a blanket, and you couldn’t help the way your heart skipped a beat. His hand on your hair moved down to gently cup your face, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheek. "This... this is unforgettable. And I’d do it over and over again, no matter what state I’m in."

You were speechless for a moment, but you knew he was being honest, even if his current state made it hard to fully trust his intentions.

"But...," you started, still unsure, trying to hold onto your reason, "this isn't the right time, Heeseung. We both know that."

Heeseung’s lazy smile didn’t falter, though there was a longing in his eyes somthing you hadn't seen before. He slowly moved his thumb down, brushing lightly over your lips before leaning in again, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Maybe not the right time," he said, his lips nearly brushing against yours once more. "But you’ve always been worth the wait."

Heeseung hesitated for a moment, his hand still cradling your face as if silently asking for permission. Then, he leaned in, placing a soft, tentative peck on your lips. It was gentle and when you didn’t pull away, he did it again, this time lingering a little longer. Each kiss felt like a question, and with every unspoken answer, his confidence grew.

The next kiss wasn’t as restrained. It was deeper, needier, as though the small taste he’d gotten wasn’t enough. His lips moved against yours with increasing urgency, quickly unraveling into something messier. His hand on your waist tightened, pulling you flush against him, while his other hand moved to cradle the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair.

The kisses turned sloppy, his control slipping with every passing second. His breath came heavier, mingling with yours as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss. He groaned softly against your lips, the sound vibrating through you, making your knees feel weak.

You couldn’t help but respond, your hands moving to grip his shoulders, holding onto him like he was the only thing keeping you grounded.

Heeseung broke away just briefly, as he gasped for air, his lips swollen and glistening. “You don’t know,” he murmured, his voice rough and filled with desperation. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.” Before you could respond, he captured your lips again, his kisses feverish, like he was making up for all the time he’d spent waiting. His body pressed you more firmly against the wall, as he completely lost himself in the moment, his body fitting against yours like a puzzle piece.

You tried to catch your breath, your head spinning from it all, but Heeseung wasn’t giving you a chance to think. His lips trailed down from yours, brushing along your jaw and down to your neck, where he placed hot, open-mouthed kisses that sent a shiver through your entire body. “Heeseung,” you managed to whisper, your voice shaky. You weren’t sure what you were trying to say—stop or don’t stop.

“Say my name again,” he murmured against your neck, his voice low and raspy. He placed another kiss just below your ear, his breath hot and tantalizing. “I love the way it sounds coming from you.”

You didn’t answer because the way he was looking at you left you speechless. His lips were swollen from the kisses, his hair slightly messy, and there was something in his gaze that you hadn’t seen before. “Heeseung,” you whispered again, softer this time, your hand reaching up to touch his face. The moment your fingers brushed his cheek, he leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed for a second. When they opened again, there was a softness there that made your heart ache.

Heeseung’s lips found yours again, capturing them in a kiss so deep, so consuming, that it left you breathless. You could feel the way his fingers trembled slightly as they slid up your sides. One hand settled on the small of your back, keeping you firmly pressed against him, while the other moved to cradle your jaw, tilting your head just enough.

He groaned low in his throat, a sound that sent a shiver down your spine as his lips parted, inviting you to deepen the kiss. The way his tongue brushed against yours was dizzying, leaving your knees weak and your mind spinning. You responded instinctively, your hands moving up to tangle in his hair, pulling him even closer.

Heeseung’s breathing was heavy, uneven, as if he couldn’t catch his breath but didn’t want to stop. His fingers slipped beneath the hem of your shirt, brushing against your skin in a way that made your stomach flutter. It felt like he was memorizing the feel of you, the taste of you, the way you fit perfectly against him.

Heeseung’s lips suddenly left yours, trailing a line of hot, open-mouthed kisses down your jaw and onto your neck. “You don’t even know,” he murmured, his words slurred slightly but full of emotion. “How long I’ve wanted this… wanted you. God, you’re all I ever think about.” His lips grazed your collarbone, grounding you as he leaned his full weight into you, effectively caging you against the wall.

His rambling continued, each word pouring out like a confession. “I dream about you… about us. It’s always you. No one else even comes close, y’know that? The way you smile, the way you look at me… even when you’re mad at me, I can’t get you out of my head.”

His lips moved lower, pressing kisses along your chest as he spoke, his voice husky and raw. “You’re so beautiful… so perfect. And now you’re here, and I don’t want to let go.”

His words were pure need and desperation, and the way he shielded you with his body only amplified the intensity of the moment. “Tell me you feel it too,” he breathed, his voice breaking slightly. “Tell me I’m not crazy for wanting you this much.”

You were overwhelmed, caught between his touch and his words. Heeseung wasn’t holding back, and as much as you wanted to respond, the only thing you could manage was a shaky exhale, your hands clutching at his shirt to keep yourself steady.

Your voice wavered as you found the courage to speak, breaking through the haze of emotions swirling around you both. “But what about all the other girls, Heeseung?” you asked, your tone softer than you expected. “All the girls you’ve been with? The ones who’ve followed you around, who’ve—” You hesitated, the words getting caught in your throat.

Heeseung froze for a moment, his lips hovering against the curve of your neck, his breathing uneven. His answer was strained. “No one’s like you,” he said, his tone almost pleading. “No one even comes close.”

His hand moved up to cradle your face, his thumb brushing gently over your cheek. “You think any of them matter?” he asked, his voice thick with emotion. “All those girls… they were never you. Never even close to being you. I don’t care about them. I’ve never cared about anyone the way I care about you.”

His lips found your collarbone again, lingering there as he continued. “I’ve yearned for you—God, for so long. You don’t even know what you do to me.” His hand slid down to your hips, gripping you as if to anchor himself. “Every time I see you, it’s like nothing else exists. No one else exists.”

He pulled back slightly, his dark, half-lidded eyes locking onto yours. “I’ll drop them all—every single one. I don’t need anyone else, never did. I just want you.”

Heeseung, ever the gentleman suddenly took you by the hand and led you back inside, away from the prying eyes of the partygoers. With a gentle yet firm grip, he guided you through the bustling crowd, his eyes never leaving yours, as he led your way towards an unoccupied bedroom. Once inside the bedroom, Heeseung closed the door behind you, locking out the world and creating a private haven for the two of you, as he leaned in and captured your lips in a desperate kiss.

You responded to his kiss with equal fervor, your hands finding their way to his broad shoulders, pulling him closer, while Heeseung's hands roamed freely, caressing your back.

Heeseung only pulled back slightly, his chest heaving with heavy breaths before he began to unbutton his shirt, revealing a well-defined torso.

Well this would be a fun night.

It was a fun night... but what ruined it was the fact that Heeseung suddenly seemed to forget who you were. The next few days at school were a complete shift. He avoided you. He didn’t look at you, didn’t talk to you, didn’t even so much as throw a teasing grin your way in the hallways.

No, instead, he went back to his old habits. He laughed and flirted with other girls, his charm as effortless as ever, like nothing had changed. Like you didn’t exist. At. All.

It was maddening.

But the worst part? Watching him smile at those girls with the same ease he once reserved for you, as if you hadn’t been pressed against that wall, that bed, tangled up in his words and his touch. It left a bitter taste in your mouth.

You didn’t know what happened. You wracked your brain for answers, trying to piece together where it all went wrong. But deep down, you should have known. Of course, you should have known.

Heeseung wasn’t the type to stay tethered. He wasn’t the type to settle. He was the type to chase, to get what he wanted, and then move on. And now that he’d tempted you, now that he’d had a taste of your attention, it seemed he’d gone on to the next woman.

Why would you be any different?

The thought made your stomach twist uncomfortably. You weren’t supposed to care. You’d told yourself you wouldn’t let someone like him get to you. But seeing him act as if nothing had happened—as if you were just another moment in his life—stung more than you wanted to admit.

And the worst part? You couldn’t stop thinking about the way he looked at you that night, the way he touched you, the way his words had seemed so genuine. Had it all been a lie? Or had he just changed his mind?

Either way, you weren’t about to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much it bothered you. If he wanted to act like you didn’t exist, you’d do the same. Or at least, you’d try.

And you did try. You really did. Ignoring Heeseung, pretending he was just another face in the crowd—it seemed like the only way to keep yourself sane. And for a while, it felt like it might work. You told yourself you could move on, that you could forget about the way his touch had felt, the way his voice had sounded when he whispered your name.

Yeah, no. You couldn’t.

Not at all.

You realized that the moment you walked by the bleachers and saw a girl perched comfortably on Heeseung’s lap during basketball practice. She laughed at something he said, her hand resting casually on his shoulder. Your stomach churned.

Nope. Moving on wasn’t happening.

And then in the hallways, you would see him leaning against the wall, his signature grin plastered across his face as he shamelessly flirted with other girls. Their giggles echoed in the corridor, and Heeseung would tilt his head, his eyes sparkling like he didn’t have a care in the world.

Yeah, moving on definitely wasn’t in the cards.

Each time you saw him acting like you were meaningless, like the night you’d shared was nothing more than a passing moment, it cut deeper than you wanted to admit.

And yet, despite all of it, despite the ache in your chest and the frustration bubbling under your skin, you couldn’t bring yourself to confront him. What would you even say? That he’d hurt you? That he’d made you believe you were different, only to prove otherwise?

No. You wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. But pretending it didn’t matter? That was turning out to be harder than you ever imagined.

Okay, yeah, pretending it didn’t matter was much harder than you thought. Because now, standing in the doorway of your room, staring at a very intoxicated Heeseung, all of those feelings you were desperately trying to bury came rushing back.

His hair was messy like he’d run his hands through it a million times. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, revealing the smooth skin of his collarbones, and his belt dangled loosely from his hands like he’d been too distracted—or too far gone—to put it back on properly. The faint smell of alcohol and nicotine wafted off him, making you wrinkle your nose.

This was not how you’d planned to spend your night. You were supposed to be studying, maybe finishing the next episode of that series you were hooked on. A calm night. But of course, Heeseung had to ruin that.

“Heeseung,” you said, crossing your arms and leaning against the doorframe, trying to keep your voice steady, “What are you doing here?”

He blinked at you, his eyes glassy but still managing to hold that familiar spark that made your heart do stupid flips. “I—uh...” He trailed off, his gaze flickering over you like he was trying to figure out what to say.

You raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “You don’t even know why you’re here, do you?”

“I know why I’m here,” he slurred, leaning heavily against the doorframe. “I just... I wanted to see you.”

You sighed, already feeling the headache forming. “Heeseung, you’re drunk. And not in your right mind. You should go home before you embarrass yourself even more.”

But instead of leaving, he gave you that boyish grin—the one that always made your resolve waver. “Can’t I stay here? Just for a bit?”

“No,” you replied firmly, but even as you said it, you knew it wouldn’t be that simple.

Heeseung’s expression softened, and his voice dropped, almost pleading. “Come on, don’t do this. I... I don’t want to be anywhere else right now.”

You hated how those words tugged at something deep inside you. Why did he always have to show up and mess with your head?

You found yourself hesitating, your hand still on the door, unable to slam it shut in his face, sighing, your hand gripping the edge of the door as you tried to keep your cool. "I can't do this right now, Heeseung," you said, your voice quieter than you intended. "I have too much going on. I'm stressed, and I really don't have the energy for this."

He didn’t back off. Instead, he leaned closer, his breath warm against your skin, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine. His voice was low and teasing, with that same lazy confidence he always seemed to have. "If you're stressed, I can help with that," he murmured. "Play with me a little, and I promise, you'll forget all about it."

You blinked at him, caught off guard by his audacity. “Heeseung—”

“I’m serious,” he interrupted, a small, mischievous smirk playing on his lips. His eyes, hazy but still focused on you, sparkled with that familiar glint that always left you second-guessing yourself. “I’m really good at relieving stress. Just give me a chance.”

Your mouth opened to respond, but no words came out. The sheer gall of him left you momentarily speechless.

Finally, you shook your head, trying to snap yourself out of the moment. "Heeseung, you're drunk. You should just go home and sleep this off before you say something else ridiculous."

He tilted his head, feigning thoughtfulness. “Drunk or not, I’m still right,” he said, his grin widening as he leaned a fraction closer. “But if you really don’t want me here…” He gestured vaguely toward the hallway, though he made no actual move to leave.

You closed your eyes for a brief moment, trying to summon every ounce of patience you had left. “Heeseung,” you said firmly, opening your eyes and meeting his gaze. “I need you to take this seriously. Either go home, or...”

“Or?” he asked, his voice soft but teasing, daring you to finish the sentence.

Your frustration bubbled over as you only glared at him, the sight of his disheveled figure only fueling your anger. "No! Do you have any idea how mad I am at you right now?" you snapped, crossing your arms. "You ignored me for days, Heeseung. Days! You acted like I didn’t exist, like nothing happened, and now you just show up at my door like—like this?"

Heeseung blinked, the lazy smirk faltering slightly, but he didn’t say anything. That only made you angrier. "Do you even know how humiliating it’s been? Watching you flirt with other girls, pretending like what we had meant nothing? And now, you think you can just waltz in here, drunk and out of your mind and what—fix everything with a grin and some smooth words? You don’t get to do that, Heeseung. You don’t get to mess with my head and—"

Before you could finish, Heeseung surged forward, his hands grabbing your cheeks as he pulled you close. His lips crashed against yours with a force that took your breath away, silencing your ramble in an instant.

Your mind went blank, your words evaporating as his warmth enveloped you. His kiss was desperate, almost as if he was trying to convey everything he couldn’t say out loud. One of his hands slid to the back of your neck, holding you in place, while the other stayed firm on your cheek.

You froze, your anger momentarily eclipsed by the intensity of his actions. But then, your hands instinctively pushed against his chest, breaking the kiss as you stepped back, breathless and wide-eyed. “Heeseung, what the hell?” you whispered, your voice shaking, unsure if it was from lingering anger or the way your heart raced in your chest.

“I didn’t know what else to do,” he admitted quietly, his voice hoarse. “You were yelling at me, and I just… I missed you. I couldn’t stay away.”

You stared at him, torn between wanting to scream at him and wanting to pull him back in. “You don’t get to do that,” you said, your voice trembling. “You don’t get to kiss me like that and think it’ll fix everything.”

“I don’t think it fixes anything,” he said softly, his gaze dropping to the floor.

Before you could respond, he took a small step closer, his forehead gently resting against your shoulder. His breath was warm against your neck as he hummed softly, the sound low and almost comforting. He nuzzled against your skin, his movements slow and unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world.

“Heeseung,” you said, your voice strained as you placed your hands on his shoulders, trying to push him away. But he didn’t budge, his larger frame pressing closer as his lips ghosted over the curve of your neck.

“I missed this,” he murmured, the words vibrating against your skin. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss just below your ear, his hand curling gently around your waist to hold you steady.

You tried to push again, but it was weak, half-hearted, especially as his lips found a particularly sensitive spot, sending a shiver down your spine. “Stop it, Heeseung,” you said, but your voice lacked conviction, and he clearly noticed.

He chuckled softly, the sound deep and a little smug. “You’re telling me to stop,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your neck, “but you’re not really trying, are you?”

Your heart raced, torn between the anger still simmering in your chest and the way his touch was making your knees feel like jelly. “Heeseung, this isn’t fair,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his expression softer now. “You’re right. It’s not fair. But I don’t know how else to tell you that I’m sorry. That I’ve been a complete idiot. That I can’t stop thinking about you, no matter how hard I try.”

His words caught you off guard, and for a moment, you didn’t know how to respond. But before you could sort through your emotions, he leaned in again, his lips brushing against your neck once more, and you felt yourself faltering.

Heeseung’s movements were subtle at first, his arm tightening slightly around your waist as he guided you further into the house. You didn’t even realize he’d kicked the door closed until you heard the faint click of it shutting.

Your distraction gave him the advantage, and before you could voice even the smallest protest, he was steering you toward the couch. His hands were steady, firm, but not forceful, leaving you confused and torn between stopping him and giving in to the pull he had on you.

“Heeseung—” you started, but the words barely escaped your lips before his mouth was on yours again, silencing you with a kiss that was anything but gentle. His lips moved hungrily against yours, leaving no room for argument, and when you tried to push back against his chest, your resolve faltered as he moaned softly into the kiss. The sound sent a shiver down your spine, and to your dismay, a small whine slipped out in response.

His lips curved against yours as if he could sense your weakening resolve, his hands started guiding you to lay down on the couch. The weight of his body hovered close, not trapping you but leaving you with the realization that Heeseung wasn’t planning on leaving anytime soon.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmured against your lips, “if you really want me to, I will.” But the way he looked at you, his dark eyes full of yearning and desperation, made it clear he didn’t want you to say the words.

When you didn’t respond, Heeseung’s lips curled into a slow, almost knowing smile. “That’s what I thought,” he murmured, his voice tinged with satisfaction. He leaned down, brushing his nose against yours before capturing your lips once more.

This kiss was different—softer at first, unhurried but still filled with that undeniable hunger. His weight shifted slightly, his chest pressing against yours while his hand slid from your cheek to your waist, steadying you. He kissed you like he had all the time in the world, as though he wanted to memorize every detail, every sound you made, and every way you responded to him.

You couldn’t stop yourself from melting into him, Heeseung’s lips left yours only briefly, trailing kisses along your jaw, his warm breath ghosting over your skin as he murmured, “You don’t know what you do to me.”

Your pulse quickened, your heart hammering in your chest. “Heeseung… please,” you managed to whisper, though your voice trembled, making it come out weaker than you’d intended.

But he only shook his head softly, his lips brushing against your cheek as he murmured, “Shh… Don’t.” His voice was low and soothing, almost pleading, as though he couldn’t bear to hear you say anything that might break the moment between you. “Just… stay with me. Don’t push me away right now,” he whispered.

Before you could respond, his lips found yours again, this time slower, softer, as if he was savoring the moment.

And you couldn’t help but let yourself fall deeper into the kiss.

✰ ✰ ✰

Yeah, you were getting pretty tired now.

After waking up the next morning to an empty bed, Heeseung having dipped sometime before you even stirred, you couldn’t say you were surprised. Disappointed? Sure. Hurt? Maybe. But surprised? Not in the slightest.

The hollow feeling lingered as you dragged yourself to school, telling yourself to just push through the day like nothing had happened. It was easier said than done when the moment you stepped into the halls, you spotted Heeseung leaning casually against his locker, laughing at something one of his friends said, acting like he didn’t have a care in the world.

And of course, he acted like last night didn’t happen. Not a glance in your direction, not a nod of acknowledgment—nothing. It was as if you didn’t exist, as if you hadn’t shared anything at all.

You bit down the frustration bubbling in your chest, refusing to let it show. You’d told yourself you wouldn’t let him get to you, that you’d play it cool, but damn, it was harder than you thought. Watching him joke around, watching him flirt effortlessly with anyone but you—it stung more than you wanted to admit.

You sighed, gripping the straps of your bag a little tighter as you walked past him, pretending you didn’t notice him either.

It got to the point where your friends couldn’t ignore it anymore.

“What’s going on with you and Heeseung?” one of them asked, their tone laced with curiosity and concern. “He was all over you, and now he’s... not. Did something happen?”

You hesitated, debating whether to say anything, but their expectant gazes made it clear they weren’t letting it go. So, with a deep breath, you told them everything.

Their reactions were immediate.

“He did what?” one of your friends exclaimed, her eyes wide with disbelief.

“Are you serious? He was with you and then went back to ignoring you? Twice?!” another chimed in, her voice rising in anger.

They were shocked at first, then angry—angrier than you were, which was both comforting and a little overwhelming.

“You need to stop answering his calls,” one of them said firmly, leaning closer. “He’s just using you as a backup plan when he’s drunk and lonely.”

Another nodded, her expression equally resolute. “Don’t let him in, no matter how much he begs. If you let him in, you’re just setting yourself up to kick him out later. And trust me, that’s worse.”

“Exactly,” a third added, crossing her arms. “And don’t even think about being his friend. Friends don’t wake up in each other’s beds after nights like that.”

The last comment stung more than you cared to admit, but they weren’t done.

“If you’re under him, you’re never getting over him,” another said bluntly, her words hitting harder than you’d expected. “And you deserve better than this game he’s playing with you.”

You sat there, their words circling in your head like a storm. Deep down, you knew they were right. You knew you couldn’t keep letting Heeseung in only to get hurt every time he left. But knowing it and doing something about it were two very different things.

One of your friends sighed, shaking her head. “You know what this sounds like, right? A situationship. That’s what this is turning into.”

The others nodded in agreement.

“That’s exactly what it is,” another chimed in, crossing her arms. “He keeps you close enough to make you think you matter, but far enough to avoid any real accountability. Classic situationship behavior.”

You groaned, leaning back against the bench. “I don’t even know if it’s that deep. He probably doesn’t think about me at all.”

“Well…” one of them started, glancing over your shoulder, her expression shifting into amusement and curiosity.

“What?” you asked, narrowing your eyes at her.

She hesitated for a moment before blurting it out. “Heeseung’s staring.”

Your head snapped around so fast you almost gave yourself whiplash. And sure enough, there he was, standing at the edge of the basketball court, holding a ball loosely in one hand. He wasn’t laughing with his teammates or focused on the game. No, his eyes were locked directly on your group—or more specifically, on you.

Your friends followed your gaze, and a chorus of whispers erupted.

“Oh my god, he really is.”

“What is he doing just standing there?”

“Is it just me, or does he look like he’s debating something?”

One of them nudged you. “Okay, spill. What’s going on in his head? Did you say something to him recently? Text him?”

You shook your head quickly, still staring at Heeseung. “No, I haven’t even looked at him, let alone talked to him.”

“Then why is he staring like that?”

“I don’t know!” you said, your voice low but frantic.

Another friend tilted her head, watching him closely. “It’s not just a glance, either. He’s full-on staring. Like he’s trying to figure out if he should come over here or something.”

The thought made your stomach flip, cause there was something more intense in the way he looked at you—like he was fighting some internal battle.

“Well, whatever’s going on,” one of your friends whispered, “he’s definitely not over you.”

You turned back to your friends, trying to ignore the heat rising to your cheeks. “You guys are making this into something it’s not.”

One of them snorted. “Honey, he’s the one making it into something. Look at him.”

Against your better judgment, you glanced back at Heeseung, and your breath hitched when your eyes met his again. He didn’t look away. If anything, his gaze only grew more focused, like he wanted to make sure you knew he was looking.

You quickly turned back to your friends, forcing a tight smile. “Let’s go,” you said, grabbing your bag and slinging it over your shoulder.

They exchanged knowing glances but didn’t argue. One of them muttered, “Good idea,” as the group began gathering their things.

As you walked away from the bench, you resisted the urge to glance back at Heeseung. Your friends stayed close, their chatter filling the air as they tried to distract you, but it was hard to shake the feeling of his eyes still on you.

When you reached the school gates, one of them broke the silence. “So… are we just going to ignore the fact that he was practically burning a hole in your back with that stare?”

“Yes,” you said firmly, your voice sharper than you intended. “We’re ignoring it.”

Another friend chuckled softly. “Okay, okay. But just so you know, he’s not ignoring you.”

You sighed, running a hand through your hair as you stepped onto the sidewalk. “Well, he’s doing a great job of pretending otherwise most of the time.”

“That’s the thing,” someone said thoughtfully. “Guys like him—they act like they don’t care, but the moment they think they’re losing you? They start doing stuff like this.”

You didn’t reply, tightening your grip on your bag as the group walked down the street. You didn’t want to talk about Heeseung anymore, didn’t want to think about the way he looked at you.

✰ ✰ ✰

It was a vicious cycle, one you hated but couldn’t seem to break. Each time you told yourself it would be the last, that you’d stop answering the door, that you wouldn’t let him in again. And yet, every time the night fell and he showed up—messy hair, glassy eyes, and a crooked smile—you found yourself giving in, letting him cross the threshold into your apartment.

Heeseung had this way of making you feel like you were the center of his world. His hands were always warm, his voice low and sweet, whispering things that made your chest ache in ways you couldn’t describe.

“Why do you do this to me?” you’d asked one night, your voice breaking as you stared up at him, your fingers tangled in his hair.

He’d only smiled, brushing his thumb against your cheek as if he didn’t have an answer, or maybe because he didn’t want to give you one. “Because I can’t stay away from you,” he’d said, his voice so soft you almost didn’t catch it.

But then morning would come, and he would vanish like a dream you couldn’t quite remember, leaving behind an empty space in your bed and a heavier one in your chest. And at school, it was always the same. His eyes would find you across the cafeteria or the hallway, and for a moment, it would feel like everything stopped. But he wouldn’t come over, wouldn’t talk to you. He’d just look.

Your friends noticed it, too, how he’d stare at you as if you were the only thing in the room, even when there were other girls around him, laughing at his jokes and vying for his attention.

“You’re letting him ruin you,” one of them said one afternoon, her voice tinged with frustration.

“I know,” you admitted, your voice hollow. “But it’s not like I can just stop.”

You wanted to hate him, for the way he seemed to pull you in only to push you away, for the way he made you feel like you were everything one second and nothing the next.

But you couldn’t. Because even though you knew it was toxic, even though you knew it was breaking you bit by bit, there was a part of you that couldn’t let go.

Because in those nights, when he looked at you like that, when he touched you like he’d fall apart if he didn’t, you felt wanted. Needed. And no matter how much it hurt afterward, you kept holding onto it, hoping that one day, he’d stop running.

It wasn’t until his friend Jake—of all people—came to talk to you that you started piecing things together. You’d been so caught up in the back-and-forth, the way Heeseung would tease you one moment and ignore you the next, that you never truly understood why. But now, hearing it from Jake, it was like a lightbulb went off in your mind.

Heeseung, despite all the other girls he flirted with, never gave them the attention he gave you. He never kissed them, never looked at them the way he looked at you.

And Jake had confirmed it. Heeseung was in love with you. Hopelessly in love, but he didn’t even know it himself. That’s why he acted the way he did. He didn’t know how to handle it, how to deal with it.

Jake had told you Heeseung was scared. He’d never felt this way about anyone before, and it terrified him. So, he’d masked it all with arrogance, with distance. But when he was drunk, then the walls came down, his real feelings would surface. That’s why he’d always show up at your door when he was intoxicated—because, in those moments, he couldn’t hide from what he truly felt for you.

You wanted to be mad at him for hiding behind that facade, for playing with your feelings. But now you understood. It wasn’t that he didn’t care about you; it was that he was so afraid of what this all meant, of what it would do to him, to both of you, that he couldn’t face it. So, he ran, and he used everything he could to keep you at arm’s length, to protect himself from being honest with you.

But knowing the truth didn’t make it hurt less. You still found yourself torn between wanting to be there for him, to help him figure it out, and wanting to protect yourself from getting hurt even more. Because at the end of the day, you were both so damn lost in this mess.

“Look, I know you’re confused. But you need to understand, Heeseung’s been a mess about this. He’s never felt anything like it before. And trust me, he doesn’t know how to handle it.”

You shook your head, trying to process everything Jake was saying. It didn’t seem to make sense. Why hadn’t he just told you? “But why does he act like he doesn’t care? Why ignore me at school like I’m nothing, and then do… all that when he’s with me?”

Jake shifted uncomfortably, knowing the weight of your words. “It’s easier for him to push you away than admit it to himself. He’s scared. He doesn’t get why he’s so into you. So he avoids it.”

You stared at him, your heart racing as everything started to fall into place. But you still had questions, things you didn’t understand. “But why doesn’t he just… talk to me? Be honest?”

Jake shrugged, his eyes softening. “He doesn’t know how to navigate this. It’s easier for him to hide behind his stupid behavior than face the truth.”

You were silent for a long moment, processing all of the information you had gotten.

When you didn`t answer, Jake let out a resigned sigh, his shoulder slumping slightly before he gave you a supportive pat on the shoulder. "You’ve got to make him talk," he said quietly, his voice filled with sympathy. "You’re the only one who can get him to open up. Just… don’t wait forever, okay?"

He gave you one last look before walking off, leaving you standing there with your heart racing in your chest, all of your emotions tangled up in knots.

Your footsteps were heavy as you walked away from the scene, feeling the weight of every question that lingered in your mind. Why did you have to talk to Heeseung? You weren’t his therapist, nor his emotional support. Wasn’t he man enough to talk to you? You clenched your fists, frustration building in your chest.

What if Jake was wrong? What if he was just trying to paint a picture that didn’t exist, feeding you some narrative to make you feel better about the mess you were in? What if you were making a fool of yourself? The thoughts spiraled, doubt flooding your mind. Every interaction with Heeseung now felt like a game you didn’t know how to play, where the rules were constantly changing and you were left scrambling to catch up.

What if you were just a sidepiece? The thought stung more than you wanted to admit, and the image of Heeseung laughing with other girls earlier flashed in your mind. He was always so charming, so easy with them, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe you were just another stop on his list, a temporary distraction, something to pass the time until someone else caught his eye.

You sighed deeply, rubbing your forehead as you made your way to your car. You wanted to be done with this—done with the confusion, the uncertainty, the constant emotional whiplash. But part of you knew it wasn’t that easy. Nothing with Heeseung ever was.

But maybe Jake was right. Maybe you could be the one to make him talk—to make him finally admit what was really going on in his head, what he was feeling. But was it worth it? Was risking your heart worth it?

You bit your lip, feeling a wave of frustration and sadness wash over you.

✰ ✰ ✰

Okay, to be fair, Heeseung had it coming. You repeated it in your mind like a mantra as you looked down at your phone, the screen lighting up with his constant calls and texts. Each one more desperate than the last, his words slurred, the grammar all over the place—clearly, he wasn’t in his right mind. The messages seemed to echo the chaos in your chest, but you refused to reply.

You stared at the phone, feeling a mix of frustration and something else—something deep and heavy that you couldn’t quite place. He had done this to himself, hadn’t he? He had made his choices, and now he had to deal with the consequences. The constant buzzing of your phone finally slowed, and you thought maybe he had given up. But then, the doorbell rang.

You froze, your stomach dropping. You crept cautiously to the door, standing there for a moment as the bell rang again and again, each chime making your heart race. The knocking started soon after, loud and urgent, but you stayed still, arms crossed, refusing to move.

You weren’t going to let him back in.

The knocking stopped suddenly, and for a moment, everything was silent. And then, through the door, you heard his voice.

“Please… please open the door…” His voice was shaky, desperate, as if he was on the verge of breaking. “I’m sorry. Please, I need you. I just… please don’t leave me like this.”

Your breath caught in your throat. This wasn’t something you were used to hearing from him. It was different.

"I need to see you... I can't stop thinking about you... Please, don't... don't shut me out, not now."

Your heart pounded in your chest as you cautiously unlocked the door, the sound of the latch clicking echoing in the silence. When the door creaked open, you were met with the sight of him sitting on the ground, his posture slumped, eyes staring at the bottle in his hand like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

As soon as he saw you, he scrambled to his feet, his movements frantic, as if he couldn't wait another second. Before you could even take a step back, his arms were around you, pulling you into an embrace that was far too tight to push him off.

You gasped in surprise, your hands instinctively pushing against his chest. "Heeseung, wait—" But your protest was quickly smothered as he held you tighter, pressing his face into the side of your neck.

“I can’t… I can’t stop thinking about you,” he mumbled, his words slurred and uneven, the alcohol clearly taking its toll. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry for everything. I didn’t mean to hurt you, I just…” His grip on you tightened, his hands shaking slightly. “Please, don’t hate me… I need you…” His voice faltered, and you could feel the tremor in his body as he clung to you like you were the only thing keeping him from falling apart.

You took a deep breath, trying to gather the words to say, but before you could form anything coherent, Heeseung’s lips were suddenly on yours. His kiss was urgent, a little sloppy, as though he was trying to drown out whatever feelings were swirling inside him. His hands tangled in your hair, pulling you closer, and you could feel the weight of his need against you.

"Stop," you whispered weakly, your hands pushing against his chest, but it did little to stop him. If anything, he just leaned in further, his lips moving with a frantic energy as he kissed you harder.

You pulled back for a moment, gasping for air, but Heeseung wasn’t letting go. His forehead rested against your neck as he breathed heavily, his lips brushing against your skin. “I need this,” he muttered, almost to himself, his voice muffled but laced with desperation. “I need you.”

You tried again, more forcefully this time, pushing him back slightly, but his grip on you tightened. “We need to talk,” you managed, your voice breaking, your hands trembling as you tried to create space between you two. “You can’t just keep doing this—coming to me when you’re drunk, acting like nothing happened—”

But Heeseung didn’t seem to hear you. His eyes fluttered closed as he kissed you again, this time a little more gently, though it still held that same desperate edge.

You couldn’t help but respond, even if you didn’t want to. Heeseung was like a drug, and you were already too far gone, as his kiss deepened and his hands roamed, you couldn’t ignore the voice in the back of your mind, reminding you that this wasn’t how things should be. You deserved more than this chaotic cycle, more than the confusion, the highs and lows.

But in that moment, you let him hold you, let him kiss you, because you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away. Not when he needed you like this, not when you still felt that pull, even though you knew it wasn’t healthy.

And when he finally pulled away, looking at you with those dark eyes full of longing, you were left breathless, conflicted, and unable to move.

✰ ✰ ✰

It was like a cruel game he played—one step forward, two steps back. After the night, when he’d clung to you, he’d returned to his old ways at school, completely shutting you out. It was as if the moment he left your apartment, the walls came back up, and he was back to pretending you didn’t exist.

You’d see him in the halls, laughing with his friends, flirting with other girls, completely ignoring you like everything that happened between you two meant nothing. It was maddening.

You tried to act like it didn’t bother you. You went through the motions, keeping your head down, focusing on your schoolwork, your friends, anything to distract yourself from the constant ache in your chest. But the more he ignored you, the more you realized just how much it hurt. And it hurt even more because you knew that he wasn’t like this because he didn’t care. He was like this because he was scared. Scared of what was between you, scared of how vulnerable it made him.

Heeseung was a complicated mess, a boy who wanted everything but feared the very thing that could make him feel whole. And you? You were stuck in this limbo, torn between wanting to confront him and just walking away before you got hurt even more.

It was exhausting.

One minute, he was the boy who couldn’t stop touching you, couldn’t stop kissing you, the one who made you feel like the only person in the room. The next minute, he was a stranger.

You were deep in thought, trying to make sense of the mess that was Heeseung, when you suddenly felt a presence beside you. Turning to your left, you saw a guy you barely knew—someone who kept to himself at school, never talking much. He was standing there, a nervous but hopeful look on his face, and before you could even react, he asked, “Hey, would you like to go out sometime? Maybe grab a coffee?”

You opened your mouth to decline, trying to find the right words that wouldn’t make him feel bad, but before you could say anything, an arm snaked around your waist, pulling you in close with surprising force.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you instinctively stiffened as you turned to see none other than Heeseung standing there. He leaned in just enough to block your view of the guy, his eyes focused on the nervous stranger.

Before you could protest or say anything, Heeseung’s voice cut through the tension, casual but firm. “She’s not interested,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

The quiet guy who had been asking you out now looked taken aback, stepping back a bit, unsure how to respond.

You couldn’t believe what was happening. Heeseung had just walked up and made it clear to someone else that you weren’t available. You wanted to say something, to protest, but you couldn’t find the words. It felt as if everything had suddenly flipped upside down.

“I—uh…” The guy stammered, clearly intimidated by Heeseung's presence. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—” He turned quickly and walked off, leaving the two of you standing there in silence.

You snapped back from the suprise and pulled away from Heeseung’s grip, your mind spinning. “What the hell, Heeseung?” you managed, your voice laced with frustration.

He didn’t say anything at first. His gaze flickered to where the guy had disappeared, and then back to you.

You stared at him, waiting for an explanation, but instead, Heeseung just stood there, his expression unreadable.

"What’s your problem, Heeseung?" you demanded, stepping back. You couldn’t contain the anger that was rising in your chest. "Why are you acting like this?"

He ran a hand through his messy hair, his eyes avoiding yours for a second. He let out a frustrated sigh before meeting your gaze. “I don’t know,” he said quietly, the words almost sounding like a confession. “I don’t know what I’m doing anymore.”

Your heart sank a little, but it didn’t stop the fire that was still burning inside you. You’d had enough of this back-and-forth.

"Then figure it out," you snapped, pushing him off. "I’m not going to keep doing this, Heeseung. Get your shit together."

He didn’t say anything more, but the look in his eyes—so conflicted, so full of uncertainty—said everything.

You turned on your heel, walking away before he or you could say anything. You didn’t know if you were making the right decision, but you couldn’t keep letting him drag you around like this.

It was later that night, after you’d gotten a bit of distance and time to cool down, when you heard the familiar sound of your doorbell ringing again.

You froze for a second, unsure if you wanted to deal with him yet again, but the quiet, hesitant knock that followed told you it wasn’t the same as before. You found yourself standing by the door, hands gripping the doorknob, hesitant to open it.

When you finally did, your breath caught in your throat. There he was, but only.. not the usual version of him you were used to seeing. His eyes were red-rimmed, his face pale, and he looked... broken.

His eyes locked onto yours, and for the first time in a long time, there was no bravado. He was standing there, vulnerable, as if unsure of how to approach you after everything.

“I… I don’t know what to say,” he whispered, his voice cracking. He wiped his face with his sleeve, almost embarrassed. “I fucked up. I know I’ve been an asshole… but I needed to see you. I need to talk.”

You stood there for a moment, trying to process everything. It was hard—too hard. You’d spent so much time questioning his intentions, wondering if he even cared. Seeing him like this, so exposed, made you feel conflicted. Part of you wanted to push him away for all the hurt he’d caused, but another part of you wanted to reach out and hear him out.

“Why now?” you asked quietly, your voice betraying the frustration you’d been holding back. “Why come to me like this? After everything?”

He looked down at the ground, visibly struggling. When he finally spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper. “I don’t know. I’ve been running from this. From you. From how I feel. And now I’m just… lost.” His words were shaky, like he was trying to hold onto his composure but was failing. “I’ve been an idiot, and I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you.”

You didn’t know how to respond. Everything felt like it was happening too fast. You opened your mouth to speak, but the words wouldn’t come.

Instead he stepped closer, and for the first time, there was no arrogance in his movements, no cocky confidence. He looked genuinely lost, as if he was desperately trying to figure himself out. “I don’t know what I’m doing… but I know I want to fix it. Fix us. If you’ll let me.”

You took a step back, crossing your arms over your chest as you tried to collect your thoughts. “I don’t know what to say,” you admitted softly, your voice trembling a little with uncertainty. “You’ve been so hot and cold. One minute you’re all over me, the next you act like I’m invisible. How am I supposed to trust that this is real?”

He closed his eyes for a moment, as if he was gathering the courage to say what had been haunting him. When he spoke again, his voice was almost a whisper. “I know... I’ve been a mess. I was scared,” he confessed, his gaze softening as he looked at you. “You made me feel things I’ve never felt before. Things that… terrified me. And instead of coming to you, talking to you about it, I ran. I pushed you away, and I’m sorry for that.”

The way he was standing, so different from how he used to act, made you reconsider everything. He wasn’t hiding behind walls anymore. “I don’t want to be scared anymore,” he added quietly, his voice cracking just slightly. “I want to be with you. If you’ll allow me.”

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you tried to figure out what to say next. You were so unsure now, seeing him spill his heart out for you.

“I don’t feel this with anyone else,” he said softly. “No matter how hard I tried to push it down, it’s always been you. You’re the only one who makes me feel like this.” He paused for a moment, before he dropped down to his knees in front of you, taking both your hands gently in his, while his eyes never left yours. “I don’t know what I was waiting for. I was stupid, I was scared. But I know now... I love you,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I love you, and I’m sorry for making you feel like you were nothing. You’re everything to me. Please... let me prove it.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and for a long moment, all you could do was look at him, trying to process what he’d just said. You had never imagined he’d say those words, especially after everything that had happened. But now, as he knelt before you, his hands still holding yours with such gentleness, it felt different. It felt real.

Doubts still lingered, but as you looked at him—really looked at him—kneeling before you, his hands gripping yours, something inside you began to shift.

The truth was, you loved him too. Despite everything—the hurt, the confusion—you couldn’t deny that your heart ached for him. And seeing him like this, open in a way you never thought possible for him, made you realize how much you wanted to believe in him, in this. You took a slow breath, your voice barely a whisper as you spoke. “I don’t know, Heeseung…”

He didn’t pull away, didn’t try to say anything more. He just waited, his gaze never leaving yours, hopeful but patient.

You looked down at his hands still holding yours, his fingers trembling slightly. “I’ve been hurt, and I don’t want to be hurt again,” you said, your voice wavering just a little.

“I know,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ve hurt you, and I’m so sorry. But I promise, I’ll do anything to make it right. Just… let me try.”

Your heart ached at his words. And slowly, almost hesitantly, you nodded. “Okay. We can try.”

He exhaled sharply, relief flooding his features, but you could see the uncertainty still lingering in his eyes. You knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but something inside you told you that this—he—was worth trying for.

He stood up, his hands still holding yours, and pulled you gently into his arms. You let him, your body instinctively melting into his embrace. He buried his face in your hair, his breath warm against your neck.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he murmured. “I’m going to make you see that I mean it.”

Staning there in his arms, the doubts slowly began to fade. Maybe it would take time. But you felt hope stirring within you. Maybe you could try to make this work.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours, as if trying to read your emotions. His hand still cupped your face gently, waiting for a sign from you. "Can I kiss you?" he asked, his voice low, filled with both uncertainty and hope.

"Yes."

Without another word, his lips descended onto yours, and the kiss was everything. Deep, urgent, and filled with so much emotion that it took your breath away.

When you started to feel breathless you tried to pull away, your breath ragged, but each time you did, he followed you, his lips catching yours again, desperate, insistent. Your heart raced, and your head spun as you tried to pull back for a moment’s reprieve, but Heeseung wasn’t having it.

"Please," he groaned between kisses, his hand gripping your waist tightly. "Just—just let me…" His voice was rough, desperate, as if your lips were the only thing keeping him grounded. "I need you. You… You make my heart beat. You make everything else fade. I want to breathe you in until I can’t breathe anymore."

His words were tangled, like he couldn’t get them out fast enough, like he was trying to make you understand something, but what, exactly, you weren’t sure. His kisses grew more frantic, more needy, and despite your attempts to catch your breath, you couldn’t help but respond to him.

You finally managed to gasp out his name, your voice barely a whisper, "Heeseung... Stop, I need to breathe."

He paused for a split second, just long enough for you to catch your breath, his breathing just as erratic as yours. "I can't... can't stop," he muttered. "You're all I think about... all I want."

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It was funny how much things had shifted since Heeseung’s confession. You couldn’t deny the change in him. He meant every word he’d said that night, and he made sure to show you just how serious he was about being with you.

Heeseung was intense in everything he did, and his love for you was no exception. It wasn’t just in the way he looked at you, as if you were the only person in the room, or the way he clung to your hand like letting go would mean losing you. No, it was in the small things too. The way he remembered the little details about you, how he stayed up late just to make sure you got home safe from your late-night shifts, or the way he’d pepper your face with kisses whenever he thought you looked stressed.

And then, there were the nights. Heeseung had always been passionate, but now that he wasn’t holding back, it was overwhelming in the best way possible. He left no part of you untouched, no part of your heart unloved. Your skin bore the evidence of his intensity, faint marks that lingered long after his lips had moved on, a testament to just how much he adored you.

He didn’t just say he loved you; he showed it. In every kiss, every touch, every whispered word, Heeseung made sure you knew just how much you meant to him. And while it could get a little overwhelming at times, you couldn’t deny that it felt good—so good—to be loved so completely.

Heeseung's love was all-consuming, and with it came an intensity that left you breathless. He made it his mission to show you just how deeply he cared. But he never lost the playful side that made you fall for him in the first place.

He still teased you relentlessly, knowing exactly how to make your cheeks flush. “What’s that look for, baby?” he’d smirk when he caught you staring, leaning in close to whisper, “Can’t get enough of me?” His confidence was maddening, but you’d learned to give as good as you got.

Sometimes, he’d flirt with you like you were strangers meeting for the first time. “Hey, gorgeous,” he’d say, slidling up to you with a grin. “Come here often?” It didn’t matter if you were at your desk or in the middle of a crowded hallway; Heeseung always found a way to make you laugh and roll your eyes at his antics.

But then, he’d do a 360 and leave you utterly disarmed. Like the way he’d wrap his arms around your waist out of nowhere, pressing his lips to your ear to murmur, “I love you so much.” It was whiplash, the way he could go from cocky to soft in an instant, and it kept you on your toes.

Now that you had Heeseung basically wrapped around your finger, it felt empowering. He catered to you, always quick to appease your whims, and he seemed to thrive on your happiness. Whether it was picking up your favorite snacks, carrying your bag, or pampering you after a long day, Heeseung was yours—and he made sure you knew it.

But he had his limits.

There were moments when he reminded you that, while he adored you, he wasn’t completely under your control. Like when you pushed him too far with teasing, a playful remark about him being “so soft” for you turning into a challenge in his eyes.

One such night, you’d been cheeky, testing how much you could get away with. “You’ll do anything I say, won’t you?” you’d teased, a smirk playing on your lips.

Heeseung’s eyes darkened, the shift immediate. “Anything?” he repeated, voice low and laced with something that sent shivers down your spine. Before you could process, he had you pinned, his hand firm but careful as it held your wrists above your head.

“You like to push me, don’t you?” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. “Think I’m all soft and sweet?”

You didn’t have a chance to respond before he showed you just how wrong you were. Heeseung wasn’t rough in a careless way—he was calculated, controlled, and oh-so-intense. He left no room for doubt about who had the upper hand in those moments.

By the end of it, you were breathless, your legs trembling as you clung to him for support. Heeseung’s smug grin and the way he kissed your forehead tenderly afterward only made it worse.

“Still think I’m soft?” he teased, brushing a strand of hair from your flushed face.

You couldn’t even answer, too dazed to form words, which only seemed to please him more.

The next day, walking was a challenge, and Heeseung, ever the charmer, had the audacity to chuckle when you winced. “Told you there’s only so much I’ll let you boss me around,” he whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple.

It was infuriating, but it was also Heeseung. And if you were being honest, you loved every second of it.

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[pearlispunk]

How'd that get there, Mr. Miller?

pairing: dbf! joel miller x female reader summary: you’re sent to spend the weekend in a cabin by a lake with joel because your dad’s off to a work trip. tags: 18+ (minors please dni!), big unspecified age gap but reader’s in her twenties, DBF JOEL, smut, unprotected piv, f masturbation, m masturbation, oral (f receiving), pussy pronouns, pet names, soft! joel, daddy kink (??), praise kink, cream pie, no outbreak, no sarah word count: 2.9K

a/n: i recommend playing shades of cool by lana del rey while reading this, keep it on loop and enjoy °༄ !

“Well? You comin’?” Joel asks, tilting his head as if to get a better look at you. He’s just asked you to come with him to spend the weekend in his cabin by a lake. “Your dad’s asked me to bring you anyway so I dun’ think you have a choice, kid.” He clicks his tongue, his palm placed by the edge of the table. 

Alright, what could go wrong? Joel’s your dad’s friend, they bonded over work– he’s a great guy. You’ve been in his place a few times, mainly ‘cause of barbecues and sports nights– he’s neat. He’s always there when you ask for help around the house or your car– he’s handy. So, what could go wrong?

“‘Right then, ‘ya should go pack up. We leave early, angel.” He says with a nod, finally walking out of the house. 

Curse your dad for leaving you for an entire weekend due to a work-related thing. Curse your dad for making you spend the weekend with Joel. 

Joel. 

Joel, the man that you ogle at every Sunday morning when he’s out mowing the lawn. Joel, the man who always hikes his sleeves up to his forearms whenever he worked on your car. Joel, the man that calls you any pet name and leaves you blushing and well.. wet.

Joel, the man that you fantasize about at night, when you’re three fingers in, mouth agape, and whining about how he would fill you up much, much better. 

Snap out of it. What were you thinking? The man’s around your dad’s age– hell, maybe even older. 

You hurry upstairs to your room, pulling out a travel bag big enough for an entire weekend. You settle it by packing one red gingham bikini– for swimming, of course. Two sun dresses, a tank top with matching shorts for sleeping, one loose polo for covering, and then a summer hat. Alright, you’re set.

The drive was a blur. You immediately dozed off to sleep when your head hit the pillow by the car window. 4 hours later, Joel’s voice causes you to wake up, his hand placed on your shoulder– gently nudging your senses awake. “We’re here, doll.” He lets go as you stir, a small grin playing on his lips as you yawn. 

As soon as you step into the cabin, you place your things in the guest room. “Y’know, we can switch rooms. I know that mattress is a ‘lil too old, feels weird on the back.” He leans by the doorframe, his hands making gestures that match his words. “I’m alright here, Joel.” I let out a chuckle, shaking my head. 

“Alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn ‘ya.”

“Need some help around the cabin?” You hum aimlessly from inside the cabin. Just then, the front door opens, his tall frame shadowing the entrance, “‘M alright, sugar. Don’t want such a pretty girl like you doing any kind’f work.” He’s shirtless. Changed into something more comfortable when you set down your things. His chest displayed beads of sweat, his arms looked rugged, and his hair was tousled into perfect curls that almost resembled a halo. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was flirting with you.

Well? Do you know any better?

The afternoon hours dragged slowly, and you were bored out of your mind. Joel was working around the cabin, breaking wood for fire and fixing a few things for his truck. He’s caught you staring a few times now, a smirk tugging on his lips whenever he did. How could you not? When he’s right there outside your window, all his glory displayed for your eyes to witness. His shorts seem unbelievably tight, seeing as how you can practically see the outline of his cock. His arms, his hands.. they were so big, big enough to have them all over your body, over your mouth as he fucks you from behind, or over your breasts as he kneads and teases your nipples. 

You backed off from the window, shaking your head as you tried to bring yourself back to reality. Sighing, you grab your bag– changing into that red gingham bikini. You let your hair down, brushing it with little care through your fingers. You reach out to the sunscreen lotion by your nightstand, applying a thin layer on your body. Think about something else, go do something else, anything else– instead of checking out your dad’s friend. 

You look at yourself in the mirror, the bikini a stark contrast to your skin. You let your hands run down your sides, your hips, your thighs, your heat. You caught your bottom lip between your teeth as your index finger reached in, slowly rubbing your clit in small circles. It slips in, and your mouth forms an ‘o’ shape, whispering his name so sweetly. 

Joel. 

Need you, Joel. 

You walk back down on your bed, laying on your back as you start fingering yourself in front of the mirror. Your other hand finds its way down your body, taking care of your clit. You add another digit, your walls clenching around your fingers. 

Ah, fuck- would’ve been much better if it was you, Joel. 

Your back arches and you squeeze your eyes shut, your thoughts lingering on the sight you beheld earlier. Your hips start to meet the rhythm of your fingers, your mouth whispering obscenities as you chase your release. You tear your eyes open, looking at yourself in the mirror. Your legs are spread, two fingers buried in your cunt, and a dazed-out expression. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. 

You hear the squelch of your skin combined with your essence, and you let your head fall back. Your hips stutter up as if to grind on something, on someone. You let out a whine, burying your digits in your cunt as you lay still, letting your orgasm wash over you. You catch your breath, regaining your consciousness as you let yourself melt in the bedsheets. Your eyes instantly snap open as you swear you heard the squeak of your door. Your neck cranes towards the direction of the door, seeing as it slightly creaked to the right, you knew.

He was watching you. 

Two can play this game, you decided. You took your bikini top off, putting on just the loose white polo. You left the last two buttons as it is, not bothering to cover your peeking cleavage. Bikini top in hand, you left the room. Joel was nowhere in sight, but the front door was open– letting the afternoon sun spill into the cabin. 

You walked towards his room, the door was open, but he wasn’t there. And so, you hurriedly slipped inside, dangling your bikini top right between your fingers. You place it right by the headboard, stepping back to look at it. You nod, a smile creeping on your face as you exit the room.  

It would be funny, you imagine. Him coming to find that in his room, a silent acknowledgment that you knew. Getting the Joel Miller all flustered as he sees what you’ve left for him. 

After your little adventure, you grab your summer hat and walk outside towards the lake. You reach the end of the porch, sitting on it as you let your feet sink in the water.

About a few moments later, you decided to go back to the cabin to help yourself with some refreshments. You figured Joel was somewhere near the cabin, gathering more wood or whatnot. 

As you stepped inside, you heard muffled grunts. Your head perked up, your body slowing your steps as you approached the door to his room. 

Was he..? 

You pushed the door open, revealing Joel on the edge of the bed, his left hand stroking his cock as it leaks pre-cum. On his other hand, you can see the piece of clothing you left. The red gingham bikini top. His cock almost looks angry with the pinkish-red tip of it, and you can’t help but admire Joel’s frame. His face, contorted into a look of pure bliss. His chest, heaving laboredly with beads of sweat. His large hands, the other stroking his cock rabidly, the other clinging on to that bikini like some kind of lifeline. 

“How’d that get there, Mr. Miller?” 

Your words pry his eyes open. The grip over his cock tightening as he lets out a breathy chuckle, “How’d this-?” He holds up the piece of garment, “You really are somethin’, huh?” He stands up, tossing it aside as he backs you up against a wall. “Actin’ all innocent, like you weren’t just touching yourself and moaning my fuckin’ name.” He says the last bit in a whisper, his eyes locking with yours. “Think I don’t notice the way ‘ya look at me, angel?” He nudges the tip of his cock against your covered heat and you buck your hips up to meet it with friction. He hisses, his hands landing on your hips to make you stay in place, “You want this, baby?” He looks up at you with an earnest expression, his thumbs circling the plush of your hips as he waits for your response.

You nod, almost frantically, as you start to unbutton your garment. You’re impatient, crashing your lips on his as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. His hands fall under your thighs, pulling you up and carrying you. It’s an effortless task for him, picking you up like you’re all but a peach. His tongue swipes over your bottom lip, seeking entrance. You tilt your head to the side, your right hand tangled with his hair, the other on his cheek as you deepen the kiss and your tongue meets his. You feel his hands grope your ass, his hips grinding his cock up your clothed heat. 

You let your garment fall off your shoulders, exposing your chest to him. You pull away, resting your forehead on his as you try to catch your breath. “So beautiful, angel.” He murmurs, moving his head and latching his lips on your neck. The nickname feels so contradicting now, and though you’ve heard it so many times before, this time it just felt so… good. “So beautiful, and all for me.” He hums against your skin, leaving a trail of love bites as he sets you down on the bed. 

“Open up and show me.” Were his words as soon as you felt the soft bedsheets. You felt the rush of blood racing to your cheeks, painting you red. You squirm under his gaze, your knees touching as you look at him. 

“Now don’t get all shy on me, darlin’.” He kneels in front of you, both hands on the flesh of your thighs, urging them apart. He dips his head down, kissing your knees up to your thighs. You hesitate for a second before finally giving in, spreading your legs apart. He lets out a low whistle, fingers hooked on the sides of your bikini as he pulls it down. “She needs me,” He smirks, his fingers rubbing along your folds, “Look at that, all wet and ready for me, hm?” He looks up at you as he pushes a finger in. 

“J-Joel.” You strain.

“That ain’t my name, sweetheart.” 

“Daddy.” You sound it out, whimpering as he pushes another finger in. “‘S more like it.” He leans in, his tongue licking on your clit. He drags it out slowly, allowing himself the pleasure of properly tasting you. Two fingers from him were three from you, and right there and then you knew you were fucked.

His other hand reached up to your breasts, taking a nipple between his fingers and rolling it teasingly. You lay your back, arching against his mouth. Your hands reach out to his arm, holding on to it for dear life as he laps you up greedily. At the same time, he put his fingers to work, your walls clenching around his invading digits. 

“T-Think I’m gonna–” You squirm beneath him, hips bucking up to grind more of yourself against his mouth. He looks up at you, practically committing the sight to memory as he keeps the steady pace of his fingers and mouth. He encourages you, muffled grunts omitting from his mouth– causing vibrations to ripple through your cunt. This snaps something inside of you, and you finally let go. Your grip on his arm tightens, the heels of your feet digging into his back, a string of moans leaving your mouth as he slowly exits his fingers from your aching core.

He brings his fingers to his mouth, never letting your eye contact break as he brings it up to his lips, his tongue darting out and licking circles all over it. “Feel good, angel?” He asks softly, leaving kisses on your inner thigh down to your knees. You nod, trying to catch your breath. Your eyes widen in shock as he stood up, the tip of his cock leaking more of his pre-cum– still red with anger, with interest. It was twitching too, more so when he looked at the state of your gaping hole. 

“Think she can take me, sweetheart?” He asks with a rasp, leaning over you to rub the tip over your dripping cunt. You say nothing, your mind is too distracted by how good he feels just by rubbing the tip against you. “Figure that’s a yes, right, sweet girl?” He holds your chin, tipping it up to face him. 

There was something in your eyes, a tinge of desperation, perhaps. Whatever it was, it’s what caused Joel to snap his hips, pushing all of his length inside you. You hook one of your legs by his waist, your arms over his shoulders as you adjust to the girth of his cock. “Feel so f-full..” You mumble, looking up at him. He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before pulling away, “Doin’ so good f’me, angel.” He pulls his cock out til the tip is what’s left inside you before slamming it back in. 

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, your back arching so far up on his body that your tits press up against his chest. He groans, his hand snaking around your back for support. He keeps an unforgivable pace, the tip of his cock reaching all the spots that make you see stars. 

You wrap your legs around his waist, your nails digging on his back as your cunt clamps down on his cock. “Drivin’ me crazy,” He pants against the side of your ear, “You take me so well, angel.” He praises, leaving open-mouthed kisses by your jaw. 

“Like y’were made for me.” He speeds up his pace, and the sound of skin slapping echoes throughout the room. His other hand reaches down to your clit, rubbing it with fervor. At this rate, you feel a knot tighten by the pit of your stomach, desperate for release. 

And just then, he pulls out. 

“Joel–” You start to whine, your cunt squeezing around nothing. You feel his hands by your waist, lifting you off the bed and flipping you over to your knees. Your mind had very little time to process what had happened before he slams his cock back into your needy cunt. “Shit- ah, d-daddy-” You slur on your words, lifting your ass up to meet his cock. “Mhm, doin’ so good for me, sweet girl.” He starts to move relentlessly, wanting you to break. 

“Look so pretty like this.” He moans lowly, fucking into you rapidly. You arch your back, pushing your ass back against him. That earns a groan from him, “Jus’ like that, angel.” He thrusts his cock, no– buries it in you, punctuating every word with the movement of his hips. 

His hands dig down on your hips, pulling you impossibly closer to him. You can feel his cock twitching inside of you, and his hips start to stutter and go out of rhythm. Your hand continues down on your clit, combining the pleasure with his cock. He holds out, wanting to feel you come undone on his cock before he fills you with his spend.

“Come on, angel.” He coaxes you, and you swear you saw heaven flash before your eyes. You moan out his name, your head collapsing on the bed as your arms give out. “Daddy–! Fuck, fuck, fuck.. Fuck!” You feel your juices gush down to your thighs, your legs trembling as he fucks you through your orgasm.  

He leans down, latching his lips on your neck and biting down on the flesh, positively leaving a mark on it as he pushes one last thrust in you. “Fuck, look at you.” He pants, burying his cock further in, flooding your walls with thick, white ropes of cum. “Milkin’ it all out,” He squeezes the flesh of your ass, pulling his cock out to reveal your stuffed pussy, a string of cum connecting you both. A gush of cum creeps its way out of your cunt, and you can feel his fingers push it back in you. 

You try to catch your breath, your mind completely fucked out as your body melts into the sheets. He lays down beside you, pulling you close til your head leans on his chest. “Such a good girl f’me, angel.” He kisses the top of your head gently, “Did so great, sweet girl.” He wraps his arms around you, his head leaning down on yours. 

Well, you got what you wanted, didn’t you? 

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a/n: this is my first ever work, so please feel free to correct me about my mistakes T w T, i hope you guys enjoyed it as much as i did writing it! i'm actually thinking of making a part 2 for this but i'm not so sure ab that, reblogs, notes, or any kind of interactions are deeply appreciated!! xo, pearl!

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[roseyodditea]

Sneak a Quick Kiss - Harumasa x gn!Reader

Summary -> 1.6k words. Established relationship. 2 moments where Harumasa remembers you have to hide your relationship, and 1 when he decides he's had enough.

Warnings -> A 'lil suggestive in the middle (marked and optional)

A/N -> I'll be honest, I didn't expect to like writing as much as I do and I've been getting more support than I ever thought I would. Thank you :)

Image taken from ZZZ Wiki

— Close Call #1 —

You looked out of the window into the H.A.N.D Headquarters Plaza, watching people walk leisurely. You were in an empty meeting room, one of the many shoved in a forgotten corner of the large office building. This meeting room was often forgotten about, which just made it perfect for your purpose. The purpose that Asaba Harumasa was currently late to. You sat down on one of the chairs, spreading the folder of paperwork, figuring you might as well do work instead of letting the folder be just a quick excuse to anyone curious of the meeting between you and Harumasa. 

You were analyzing a document heavy with black bars of redaction, holding up the paper to the light to read the name of the hollow that was hidden under the dark ink, Melinoe. You bite back a small giggle, realizing that Harumasa definitely shouldn’t have told you about it on your last secret date night. You continue on your data analysis work, still waiting for the very late man. You two had started this little routine over a month ago, a weekly (sometimes happening even two to four times a week) recurring meeting disguised as a debriefing of Section 6’s hollow data. The meeting's true purpose was known to no one, and you hoped to keep it that way.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door closing, familiar arms draping over your shoulder, quick playful kisses being pepper across your cheeks. “Hey, darling~” Harumasa placed one more exaggerated kiss on your cheek before hiding his face in your hair. 

“You’re late.” You chide lightly, leaning back in the chair.

Harumasa huffed and let go of you, moving to instead sit on the table in the room, shoving aside some of the work you were doing. “Yanagi caused a meeting to run late despite both me and Miyabi wanting to get out of there as soon as possible.”

You stood up, moving to stand in front of him, a familiar hug playing out as you leaned your head on his shoulder, his arms resting securely on your lower back. “You’re still late. You’ll pay for that.”

“Will I now?” He said, his tone light and teasing, his hands sliding down your sides before he hoists you up on the table with him, your thighs straddling his lap. “What’s your price?”

“You have to host a dinner and movie night at your place, meaning you have to clean your apartment.” You giggle, leaning in a bit.

“Highway robbery, absolutely unfair price, what has the world come to?” He mutters back playfully before sealing your lips in a kiss. It was slow and patient, one of his hands cupping your cheek sweetly, the other on your lower back, keeping you close in his safe grasp. 

The sound of footsteps causes the kiss to break unceremoniously, you crawling off his lap immediately, moving quickly to sit in front of the papers you had set out, Harumasa scrambling to snatch up one of the papers to look busy as the door swung open, a janitor looking up surprised to see people in this forgotten about meeting room. 

“Oh sorry, are we in the way?”

— Close Call #2 —

(A/N) -> Make out scene contained betwixt the asterisks, feel free to skip if that's not your thing. Mwah mwah kissing, you get it.

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Adrenaline pumped through Harumasa’s veins after a successful investigation in Melinoe, another large target successfully taken down. In this hyped up state, a lot of Harumasa’s rational thoughts when it came to you flew right out of the window, which was why you were currently pushed up against the wall of the parking garage outside of the H.A.N.D headquarters. You didn’t even care that the rough bricks of the wall were clinging to your clothes and your hair, how could you care when there were feverish touches and kisses being scattered across your body. 

Half gloved hands sliding up under the bottom of your shirt, tracing over your skin, desperately lips begging for more, wanting to celebrate this win with you. You haphazardly shoved off his bow and quiver, the sound of them clattering to the pavement beneath your feet not even reaching your ears, one of your hands moving to his tie, pulling and trying to loosen it in the heat of a moment. Harumasa didn't even care his beloved weapon was on the ground, instead moving to press his body even close, one his thighs moving between yours, wanting to be impossibly closer.

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The sound of an “Enh-na!” caused the two of you to pull away from each other harshly with a pant, Harumasa looking down at the source of the sound. 

Agent Gulliver stared blankly, just holding up paperwork to you, the data analyst. His round eyes were unblinking, seemingly unaware of the situation he had just stumbled into. You and Harumasa were quiet for a few seconds before you reached out. “Uh… thank you, Agent Gulliver.” The bangboo saluted as you took it and walked off. 

Harumasa blinked a couple times. “He… He won’t tell anyone, right? Bangboo’s don’t gossip, do they?” You sighed, straightening up his tie before pushing him a bit off of you. “I’ll go pull his memory card. It’s standard for my reports. I’ll just… crop the video.” “Yeah thanks.” Harumasa scratched the back of his head. “We’ve got to be more careful.”

— Close Call #3 —

— Secret is Out —

You had told Harumasa not to push himself too hard, and what does he do? Run head first into battle without calling for backup, of course. He had it handled, but he was paying the consequences today, and of course you were sweet enough to give him company while he was holed up, miserable in his apartment. You swiped through the files on the tablet, a sleeping Harumasa laying in the bed next to you, his arm draped over your lap, holding you securely even in his sleep. An alarm buzzed and without looking up from the tablet, you shook Harumasa awake.

“Huh?” The tired man sat up, wiping the drool off of the corner of his mouth, smiling a bit when he saw you were in his bed.

“Second dose of medicine.” You replied without looking up, handing him one of the bottles. He opened it and placed one of the pills in his mouth, reaching across you to take your water and taking a couple big gulps. “Rude.” You scoff, finally looking up from your tablet.

He placed the cup back on the nightstand before grabbing the tablet, taking it from you and also placing it on the nightstand. “Your poor, sick boyfriend is suffering cold and alone in bed and you’re more focused on work?” He pouts as he pulls you to lay down with him, rather than sitting up.

“You’re only sick because you knowingly pushed your limits!” Your words had no real bite as you did, in fact, lay down with him.

“Your words wound me.” Harumasa cuddles close to you, his wheezing breath right next to your ear, but you didn’t mind, especially with the way one of his hands played with the hair at the base of your neck. “You know you don’t have to be here, right?” You let out a noise, not wanting to repeat this conversation yet again. “I love you, I want to be here, I’m not going anywhere.” You list quickly, and Harumasa didn't argue back, kissing your forehead. “I love you, too.” He whispered softly, his voice slightly hoarse. “And I love that you’re here.” The tender moment was interrupted by a knock at the door. “Oooh that’s probably our takeout.” You reluctantly get up out of his bed with a promise that you’d be right back. You opened the door holding the tip money, only to come face to face with quite possibly the worst person to see right now. “Yanagi?” You were going to ask something else, but your brain chugged when faced with this rather awkward situation.

“(y/n)?” Yanagi was honestly just as confused. “I didn’t know you and Harumasa were close.” Your silence was bordering on suspicious when you let out a polite, professional chuckle, very thankful you hadn’t changed into your pajamas yet and could still kind of pass this off as work. “I work very closely with Harumasa for my reports. A lot of the hollow data can be weird to work out so I often talk to him since he’s a really good scout. I just stopped by to grab some paperwork for him and I ended up helping him with a few things since he’s not feeling well today.” You lie through your teeth, but luckily Yanagi didn’t really seem to question it… or if she did she certainly didn’t let it be known.

“Ah, well I just wanted to drop off another set of folders for him to review. Soukaku tried to do his paperwork for him and I tried to read his handwriting through the scribbles and I wanted to double check it was accurate before I handed it in to you.” Yanagi offered politely.  

Harumasa, who you didn’t realize got out of bed, stood next to you, looking between you and Yanagi. He was tired, in pain, and frankly tired of hiding this relationship. It was his idea originally to keep the fans at bay, keep him out of hot water with the press, and make sure there wasn’t anything to report to HR, but seeing you try to cover up comforting your sick boyfriend with work? Absolutely not. He wrapped his arms around you from behind before placing a gentle kiss on your cheek, your body freezing as Harumasa looked at Yanagi from his hiding spot in your neck.

“Sorry, I’m off today!” He closed the door before dragging you back to bed with him.

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[arixella]

Tides of desire

╰┈➤ pairing: Luffy x GN! reader

a/n: none

summary: In a tender and passionate moment under the stars, Luffy and the reader share a deep, intimate connection, exploring their feelings for each other as they embrace the present and the chemistry between them.

wc: 1.1k

contains: suggestive, leading up to it but no nsfw

As the kiss deepened, you felt Luffy’s hands trail down your sides, sending shivers across your skin. The warmth of his touch ignited a fire inside you, urging you to pull him closer. A soft gasp escaped your lips when his fingers brushed against the hem of your shirt, teasing you with the promise of more.

“Y/N…” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “Is this okay?”

You nodded, breathless, as desire coursed through you. His playful spirit always made you feel alive, but in that moment, a raw intensity radiated from him that you had never experienced before.

With newfound confidence, you captured his face in your hands, kissing him again as if trying to memorize every sensation. You could feel his heart racing in sync with yours, a rhythm that matched the pulse of the ocean around you. The energy between you two was electric, and there was no denying the chemistry that crackled in the air.

His fingers slipped beneath your shirt, stroking the bare skin of your waist, sending delicious sensations through your body. You leaned into his touch, matching the urgency of his movements as your hands explored the contours of his muscles, feeling the strength he possessed.

Luffy hesitated, looking into your eyes as if seeking permission, and the intensity of his gaze sent your heart racing. You could see the mixture of affection and desire shining through, urging you to take that leap together.

"Don’t be shy," you whispered, emboldened by the moment. "I want this, Luffy."

At that, he grinned, the light returning to his eyes. It was a playful yet earnest expression, one that made your stomach knot with anticipation. His hands explored the curve of your body, inching under your shirt until he finally lifted it over your head, tossing it aside carelessly.

The cool night air caused you to shiver slightly, but Luffy’s warm hands quickly enveloped you again, igniting a warmth that contrasted perfectly with the chill. Every brush of his fingertips felt electric, stoking the fire inside you even more.

Without breaking the kiss, he shifted, laying you gently on your back against the deck, the stars and moonlight illuminating the space around you. The world was a blur, and all that mattered was this moment shared between you two—so intense and beautiful, wrapped in each other’s arms.

You could feel his breath against your neck, warm and inviting as he began trailing kisses down your jaw to the sensitive skin of your collarbone. Each kiss sent waves of heat through your body, intensifying the desire you felt deep within.

“Luffy…” you gasped softly, lost in the sensation.

He paused, looking up at you with those wide, innocent eyes that always melted your heart. “I want to make you feel amazing,” he stated earnestly, and your heart fluttered at the sincerity behind his words.

You smiled, reaching up to cup his cheek. “You already are.”

As the kiss deepened, you felt a rush of warmth spread through your body, igniting a fire within you that you hadn’t anticipated. You pulled back slightly, your forehead resting against his, both of you catching your breaths.

“Luffy,” you whispered, your heart racing. “What are we doing?”

“I don’t know, but it feels right,” he replied, his innocent smile melting your heart. “I like being with you like this.”

The sincerity in his voice sent shivers down your spine. You had traveled with him for so long, sharing adventures and battles, but this moment felt different. More intimate. It was as if the world outside the Thousand Sunny didn’t exist.

“Do you really mean that?” you asked, searching his eyes for the truth.

“Of course! I wouldn’t have kissed you otherwise,” he beamed, his gaze unwavering.

Encouraged by his words, you shifted closer, your bodies now just a breath apart. You could feel his warmth radiating, the excitement in his demeanor causing your own heartbeat to quicken. A playful idea crossed your mind, and you decided to tease him a little.

“Maybe I should kiss you again, just to make sure you really mean it,” you suggested with a smirk.

Luffy's eyes widened with anticipation, and without waiting for you to act, he dove back in, capturing your lips once more. This kiss was different—deeper and filled with a urgency that left you breathless. You reciprocated, your hands exploring the strong muscles of his arms as he pulled you against him.

You could feel his heartbeat matching yours, a rhythm that echoed the excitement and tension of the moment. The playful captain was still there, but he was also uncharacteristically focused on you, his attention solid and entirely consuming.

As he pulled away again, a hint of mischief flickered in his eyes. “So, what’s next?” he asked, his grin widening.

You couldn’t help but laugh lightly at his childlike curiosity. “Well, I guess we could try… this.” You leaned in again, kissing him softly, delighting in the way he responded instantly, as if he had been waiting for it.

Luffy’s hands slid down to your hips, gently urging you to straddle his lap. The position sent a thrill coursing through you, the realization of where you were and what you were doing sending your heart racing even faster.

His hands began to roam again, exploring the curves of your body with a gentle curiosity. You gasped softly, feeling bold and alive under his touch.

“I didn’t know you could be so… forward,” you teased, biting your lip at the sensations he ignited within you.

“Neither did I,” he replied, his laughter merging with the sound of the ocean waves. “But it feels so good. Just being close to you.”

You could feel the sincerity in his words, and as he leaned in to kiss you again, his lips brushing against your neck, you surrendered to the moment. Every touch, every kiss, deepened the connection you shared.

Lost in each other, time seemed to disappear, the world around you fading into the background. Luffy’s kisses turned more fervent as he pulled you even closer, wrapping his arms tightly around you as if you were the only thing keeping him anchored.

“Do you think the others will notice we’re gone?” you murmured, though part of you didn't want to break the spell.

“Let them!” Luffy said impulsively. “This is our moment.”

His words hung in the air, electrifying. With that declaration, you felt emboldened. You kissed him again, your fingers finding their way to the base of his neck, deepening the passion that ignited between you.

As the stars twinkled above and the gentle waves rocked the ship beneath you, you realized that this was exactly where you wanted to be—lost in the moment, lost at sea, with Luffy by your side.

♡♡♡

[wandering-pirate]

Headcannon: controlling jimmy like your evil little dog. Is he lowkey a psychopath? Yes. Will he do literally anything for you? Also yes

a/n: To the lovely anon who sent this, mwah, chef's kiss🤌🏻 you’ve unleashed something unholy. be warned tho, this entire thing? no thoughts, no logic, just pure, unfiltered degeneracy for our co-pilot (sometimes you just gotta let the intrusive thoughts write the headcanon, y’know?)

So enjoy the ride—you sicko. (cause girl, same.)

Jimmy x Reader

Jimmy Zane is one peculiar man, and somehow, he became your boyfriend. How'd that happen? You better blame your slasher-film obsession as a kid.

Your Human Guard Dog

The man acts like you're gonna get snatched from him 24/7. Imagine being in public with him. Scaring some, unnerving many.

Some guy accidentally brushes past you, and Jimmy’s already stepping up with a cold smirk

“Apologize. Or don't. Been looking for an excuse today.”

You have to grab and drag him away (not helping that the man's built like log) before he ruins a face for the second time this month. “Baby, please, we’re here for snacks.”

But the moment you give him a subtle signal, tho? Oh, it's game over.

Some creep starts chatting you up with a repulsive smile, and Jimmy doesn’t even raise his voice when he appears behind you. Just leans in, looking them dead in the eye:

“You wanna keep those teeth or should I start counting them out.”

You casually mentioned being annoyed at your co-worker for being too yappy and Jimmy?

Yeah, already halfway out the door

“Say no more, princess.”

Physically stopping him was impossible and you wagered with the pervert, all night letting off his steam through you

Your Unhinged Yes-Man

After the restaurant's reception was rude on your friends' night out. You texted him

“Ugh, I’d love to see this place burn to the ground.”

No replies from him, but 5 minutes later, you nearly drenched your friends with the wine you're drinking when you saw him outside, holding a can of gasoline

One time, you complained about someone’s annoying laugh. Jimmy didn’t say anything, just calmly glanced your way with that familiar glint in his eyes.

“Don’t even think about it,”

“What? I didn’t say anything, love.”

Later that night, he casually asked

“How much do you hate that laugh? Want me to rip their throat out? No more ha-ha’s ever again.”

“STOP TRYING TO SOLVE EVERYTHING WITH VIOLENCE!”

The man's pride was more hurt than his face when the pillow landed, you paid for it tho ;)

Your Deranged Liaison

Want something without spending a dime? You can get it by the magic effect of compliments!

"Oh, I love your jacket!" Boom, appeared in your closet the next day, suspiciously smelling like someone else’s perfume

"That scarf’s so cute!" Already folded on your pillow the week after, and you’re 90% sure you saw a TikTok about it missing

“Jimmy, why is there a name tag stitched into this shirt?”

“Souvenirs are better with backstories.”

"Is-- is this blood?"

You finally confront Jimmy: “Isn’t this… someone else’s?”

He just shrugs, smiling sweetly (unnervingly wide) “Not anymore.”

[skysdelusions]

Where are you going?

Summary: An argument that turns rather spicy

Pairing : Stray kids (ot8) x Fem!reader

Genre : Angst , Smut

Word count : 2.3k

Warnings : multiple positions , unprotected sex (I don’t condone, wrap it up), creampie after cream pie, oral sex (m!recieving) , name calling (kinda) , overstimulation. (Let me know if I missed anything)

Notes : Lord , I pushed through writing this. This is kinda of everywhere but I just want to get something out😼.

(This isn’t proof read , please forgive me 🧍🏽‍♀️)

You had been in a polyamorous relationship for about a year now with eight men. You loved these men so much that you could explode but your relationship was getting to that point where you guys had constant arguments. It wasn’t like your arguments were just with one person but eight people, Once one started the rest followed. Usually you’d end the fight with something hurtful then have hate sex. Today was nonetheless one of those days.

You were arguing with Minho because he had said something so out of pocket that it hurt your feelings. That argument had gotten so loud that the boys started piling out of their rooms to see what was all the yelling for.

“No cause your being such a bitch about it” Minho yelled

“I’M BITCHING? YOU FUCKING STARTED THIS!” You yelled

You were so fucking livid at this point , he tried to act like he was the victim when he didn’t have to say anything negative to you.

“YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO OPEN YOUR BIG FUCKING MOUTH TO CRITICIZE SOMEONE , SHUT THE FUCK UP SOMETIMES!” You yelled

He looked stunned , you never really curse anyone out that bad before. You didn’t care how he felt , you were tired of him poking and prodding at you. He needed to be put in his place.

“Baby don’t you think you were a little harsh?” Chris started

“No, I don’t think I was too harsh Chris , he had it coming .”

You were trying to calm down but they just kept saying you should apologize to Minho. Of course they were taking his side.

“I don’t think she should apologize, you guys know how Minho gets” Changbin said

Tears started to stream down cause you were getting frustrated. When you get mad , you start crying . It's been like that your whole life. Finally, some stood up for you and it was your lovely changbin. You loved changbin so much and you were thinking about rewarding him tonight but your thinking got interrupted.

“She should’ve never said those kinds of things to him though.” Jisung said, and the rest of the boys started agreeing. You honestly couldn’t take it any more and you didn’t have the heart to listen so you walked past some of the boys , to the front door and started putting on your shoes and coat. They started to walk towards you and asked where you were going but you just continued to leave.

You just needed time to breathe, to think, to calm down. You went home and replayed the argument in your head so many times that you cried yourself to sleep.

Hours passed, you woke and it was 10 pm already. You had worn yourself out. Even though you were mad at the boys, you missed them so much. You couldn’t stand being mad at them so you ultimately decided that you were going to make up with them , even though Minho started it.

On the ride to the boys dorm , you were just thinking about the argument and how Minho said those rude things to you. As you pulled up , you had to mentally get yourself together before going inside.

As you used your key for their apartment, you saw that they were sitting on the couch. Once they heard the clip of the front door , they quickly got up and tried to make their way towards but they were toppling over one another.

You put your hand up to stop them from coming close.

“We all need to talk.”

As you all sat on the couch , Before you could explain what’s been weighing on your mind, Minho started to speak.

“Baby, I’m so sorry , I didn't mean anything I said.”

“It felt like you did , you even called me out my name. Then everyone started to gang up on me. You guys made me feel like an outsider in my own relationship.” You cried

“Baby , we never wanted you to feel that way .” Chris started

Before Chris could say anything else , you cut him off.

“Well you did. Only changbin was by my side.” You sniffed

“But I don’t care any more , I said some things I shouldn’t have. I just can’t stand to be mad at you guys.”

After the boys started to give they’re apologies and hugs, you were thinking of a way to punish them.

“I want everyone to sit on the couch except changbin.” You said

As everyone settled on the couch , you went and grabbed a chair from the dining room and placed it in front of them.

“Sit , Changbin.”

Changbin had sat down and you started to explain what you were doing.

“I felt the need to punish you guys so this is what I’ll be doing. I’ll be fucking changbin and you guys will be watching. You guys can’t touch yourselves , you guys can’t touch me , you guys can’t touch changbin and you cannot touch each other. If you break these rules then I won’t be fucking you guys for the rest tonight and the rest of the month. Got it?” You smiled

You were so ready to punish and make Changbin suffer. Your sweet baby was just staring up at you like you were the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“Baby , just be a good boy for me and let me do everything ok?”

“Yes.”

You started kissing changbin's body, as you were kissing him , you started to strip him until he was naked and until you were on your knees in front of him. You pulled his boxers down and his cock shot up and hit his stomach. You grabbed it and Changbin let out a sweet moan. You started stroking up his cock while sucking on his tip. You smiled around Changbin's cock as You heard groans behind you. You continued to take changbin whole cock in your mouth , saliva running down the sides of your mouth as changbin started to fuck your throat.

“Fuck baby, I can’t take it, I’m going fucking blow.” Changbin groan

You continued to deep throat Changbin’s cock until he came down your throat. You made sure you swallowed everything he gave you with a smile. As you get up , you decide to start stripping. You made sure you put on a show for the boys. Once all your clothes were off, you started sinking down on Changbin’s cock. The stretch felt so good. You didn’t have time for being prepped.

“Fuck look at her, that pussy is just sucking binnie up.”

“Baby, I’m so hard.”

“Baby I need that pretty pussy.”

You sank down on Changbin and wasted no time bouncing on Changbin's . Changbin gripped your ass and helped you bounce on his cock. It felt so good but you didn’t want to cum just yet, you have seven cocks to go. You kept bouncing until you felt Changbin tighten his grip on your ass.

“Baby , I’m going to cum fuck.” Changbin whined

You started bouncing faster until you and changbin came undone , he filled up your hole so well.

“Fuck I need a turn.”

You got up off Changbin and turned around to see if the boys had broken any of your rules. None of them broke your rules so you knew they wouldn’t take the chance to not fuck you for a month.

“Han, I want you next.” You said

Han got up and started stripping , he was eager to have his fill of you or you filled up of him.

“How do you want me babe?” You asked

“I want you to ride me like changbin please baby.”

“Anything for you , love. Now lay down.”

You had Han lay on the floor because Changbin was still fucked on the chair. Han looked utterly pretty on the carpet but you were going to have him drooling after you were done with him. You were going to give the rest of them head , they didn’t deserve it today. They were lucky enough for you to fuck them.

You grabbed Han’s cock and started to stroke it. He started to whine so you just eased his suffering and sunk down on his cock. The moan he let was just music to your ears. You got on your knees and started to lift yourself up and down on his cock. You quickened your pace and not even long after, you and Han were cumming together.

“Fuck baby”

You got up from Han, cum dripping out of you but you didn’t care. You were still hungry for cock.

“Felix I need you love”

“Sweetheart , please” Felix begged

Felix's voice always made you feel some type of way and that feeling somehow always made its way down south.

You knew how Felix loved to have you. You grabbed a pillow off the couch and laid on your back. Legs wide and open for Felix. By this point , everyone were stripped down to nothing so it was easier for Felix just to fit between your legs and just start fucking you.

“Shit baby, you already had three cocks in you, how are you still so tight?” Felix groaned

You threw your head back and moaned, enjoying this time on your back cause you still had five delicious cocks to go and they just knew how to fuck you. You came and Felix followed. Fuck this was a lot but you never backed now.

You looked at Seungmin next, oh you were so ready for your puppy. Felix got up off you so Seungmin can fill your hole up with his cock. Seungmin just started to fuck you, he grabbed onto your jumping boobs and started groping them aggressively

“You think you can try to punish me ? Bark for me.”

It looks like he made you his puppy for today.

“Mong , Mong” you moaned put

He was quickening his pace , you came after he finally finished in your hole.

Fourth cock down, four more to go. You had mixed cum stuffed in your hole , running down your legs onto the carpet. This carpet might need to be replaced.

Now you are ready for your pretty hyunjinnie and his long cock. You turned over so you could be faced down, ass up. Hyunjin sank down to his knees and started to knead the flesh of your ass, his finger running over your leaking hole. He was observing.

“So much cum baby, you ready for mine?”

“Yes love.”

Then Hyunjin just stuffed his cock into you without warning , it felt so much different from behind you , Hyunjin was pounding into you and it felt so good fuck. He was hitting the sweet spot in you that made your toes curl.

“Fuckkk Hyunjin.” You moaned as you came, you were so sensitive at this point.

Hyunjin continued to fuck you until he was cumming in your hole. You were left trying to catch your breath.

Five down , three to go.

It was now the maknae’s turn to have you.

“Baby you ok, you’re not too far gone right?” He smiled at you

“If not , I need to hold on to the couch.” He said that with so much dominance. Your innie always seemed to disappear when it was time to fuck you. You got up on shaky legs and held onto the couch. Jeongin rubbed the small of your back as he eased his way into your fucked out hole.

“Fuck, still so tight”

Jeongin snapped his hips into yours at a pace you couldn’t keep up so you just stood there taking it. Jeongin had power , the way he was blowing your back out was utterly so much that you came without even knowing. By this point you were fucked out of your mind , just letting Jeongin fill you up.

Fuck , two more and these were by far the worst cause you knew your pussy was going to be destroyed.

Someone had pulled you down to the floor on your knees and that someone was Minho. He loved to fuck you from behind because he loved to see your ass.

“Just sit here and take it jagi.”

Then you were stuffed full of Minho , you moaned. He set a brutal pace as he grabbed the back of your neck and forced you into a deeper arch. He was ramming his hips into you while keeping you in place.

“I’m so sorry for earlier jagi , please forgive”

Minho was hitting that spot that made your insides tingle , fuck your were about to cum so hard. Minho continued to abuse your hole and you eventually creamed his cock. Minho continued until he stuffed you full.

You were wrecked , cum leaking out of you , hair everywhere but you weren’t done.

“Chris, I need you.”

“You sure baby? You already taken a lot-”

“ I’m sure come on and be the last to stuff me.”

Chris put you on your back with your legs pushed up by your head. Chris loved the matting press. Chris made sure you were comfortable before pushing his big cock into your worn out pussy.

“Fuck , Chris.”

Chris started to put his weight on you and drilled his hips into yours. The sound that was echoing through the living room was sinful , his balls were hitting your ass every time he thrusted into you. Chris was set on making you cum first and hard. Chris quickened his pace until you were babbling. He was hitting your cervix so good that it made you so stupid his cock. It was too much.

“Yes baby girl , take it.”

“Too much, I can’t take it.”

“You can and you will baby girl.”

With that you came on Chris’s come , your juices and the mixed cum running down his balls. Chris came and pulled out. Your legs were shaking and you were fucked out. All you wanted now was sleep. One of the boys picked you up and started taking you to the bathroom so you could pee.

Once you were clean , you were laid in bed and cuddled with your lovers.

[snoopychris]

dilf!chris is struggling and needs younger!readers help

chris sighed as his four year old rejected his food again. he felt like he had made every possible meal by now. eggs, pancakes, waffles, he even went out of his way to call his mom for a french toast recipe. “owen, buddy. hey i need you to eat.” he frowns, ruffling the kids hair. “i’ve made you everything by now! i can’t make you much more… we don’t have much more. i’m gonna be eatin all this food for multiple meals.” he whispers. he knew that owen didn’t understand much, but he still tried. owen huffed and crossed his arms, shaking his head.

“cocoa puffs!” he whines, pouting his big brown eyes at his father. owen, otherwise a spitting image of chris, had his mothers eyes. it was the only feature he seemed to have of hers. chris sighs again as he nods in defeat, grabbing the cereal box from the top of the fridge. he serves a small portion in an equally small bowl for the boy, but groans when he’s opens the fridge and discovers he’s out of milk. that damn french toast. he glances outside to determine if it was worth going out with a toddler. when he sees the snow falling, he decides against it.

“sorry bud. guess you’ll have to eat it dry.” he mumbles, giving the boy an apologetic kiss on the head. owen frowns at the sight, pushing the cereal away too. chris’ frown grows and if anyone were to see the two boys pouting at that moment they’d know they were related. “owen.” he speaks sternly, his patience suddenly flying out the window into the storm. owen’s little lip trembles at his dad’s tone. chris never yells. he’s never mean. he swore to be everything his dad wasn’t. tears form in the poor boys eyes. he’s about to break down. chris tries his best to prevent the situation by pulling him into his arms, rubbing the back of his head. “hey… it’s okay. we’ll go buy some milk later and you can have that for lunch yeah?” he mumbles, running fingers through the boys hair. when owen begins to reply, he’s cut off by a knock on their door.

owen hops off his chair and begins running towards the door, his little feet going slower than he hopes. “mommy! daddy mommy’s here!” he yells. chris only frowns cause he knows that no, owen’s mom definitely isn’t there. as much as he wishes that she was on the other side, he knew that there was no way. he catches up to the boy and moves him aside gently.

“no bud it’s not mommy. move over so i can open the door yeah?” chris whispers, slowly opening the door. he’s shocked when you’re on the other side, a big tupperwear in your hands. “hey, kid. what are you doin here? it’s storming out there, don’t tell me you came all the way over here to return an old container of mine? unless you’re just using it as an excuse for something else which… just isn’t the best time right now.” he asks, moving aside to let you in. you shake your head as you walk in, pushing your hood off your head.

“no i um… actually made like… way too much chicken noodle soup last night. my dad told me to bring some over.” you smile, placing it on the table. you kneel down to be eye level with owen, noticing his messy hair. “y’just wake up or something? why’s that hair a mess?” you joke, glancing up towards chris. you smile at him, his hair messy just like his toddlers. owen giggles at your words, tumbling towards the container on the counter.

“daddy, soup?” he whispers, batting his eyes at his father. chris chuckles and nods, taking the container to the kitchen and serving the young boy some. a genuine smile runs across chris’ face when owen begins happily eating, enjoying every bite. chris sends you a look. you can’t tell what it’s for at first, but you understand when chris speaks.

“thank you… he hasn’t wanted to eat anything yet.” he whispers, looking over all the other food on his kitchen counter. “you hungry?” his smile grows when you nod and begin to dig into some of the food sitting out.

dividers by @issysh3ll !!

a/n: dilf!chris i adore you

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[sturnlsstuff]

GHOSTFACE!MATT LOVES SNEAKING INTO YOUR HOUSE WHEN HE'S BORED

[smut, dom!matt, knife play, fingering, mdni] — link 🔗 — divider credits. @anitalenia

putting the headphones aside, you're immediately surrounded by the silence of your home, broken only by the faint sound of the refrigerator or cars passing on the street outside.

looking at the watch you realize how late it was, you spent half the day in the living room reading a book, music was playing in your ears. yawning, you untangle yourself from the blanket and lazily go to get ready for bed. it takes you less than twenty minutes in the bathroom, now wearing tight shorts and a loose t-shirt to sleep in, you go to the kitchen to grab something to eat.

you eat dinner peacefully, the silence in the house interrupted only by the quiet playing of audios while scrolling on tiktok. once you're done and after checking if the door is locked, you make your way to your bedroom, your footsteps echoing throughout the house.

the door to your room was slightly opened even though you're completely sure you left it closed. deciding to ignore it, you walk inside, turning on the small lamp that dimly illuminated the room. taking a step forward, a scream escapes you as someone comes from behind the door, one arm immediately wrapping around your neck, the other pinning your arms behind your back.

"hello sweetheart," you hear a low, hoarse voice in your ear. a moment later you're turned around and pushed gently onto the mattress.

he towers over you, the ghostface mask and the knife with which he pulls the hair from your terrified face, helps you realize who it was.

"matt?! are you insane?!"

he chuckles, spreading your legs and propping himself with one hand beside your head, a shiver goes down your spine. "missed me?"

"i told you to stop sneaking into my house." you say trying to sound irritated, but the fact was your body started getting affected by his closeness, especially after not seeing him for over a week.

"and i told you that i don't care, didn't i?"

you roll your eyes, but the words stick in your throat as he runs the knife lightly between your breasts down your chest, stopping between your legs. there was no pressure on it, he didn't want to hurt you, but you felt it enough to make goosebumps appear on your skin. matt definitely knew how to work you up.

"and what's that what you wearing? would be better without it, hm?" after one weak nod from you, he takes off your shirt, your breasts appear to his eyes, immediately making his pants seem tighter. "so... asked if you missed me— 'cause i definitely did..." you nod again, a smirk plays on his lips under the mask. "open up, sweetheart—" after seeing you give in, he sticks two fingers into your mouth, you immediately suck them. when he pulls them out, a strand of saliva connects your lips to his skin until his fingers begin to play with your hardening nipple.

a quiet whimper leaves you, the vibrations going straight to your core. the longer he played with your tits, the more turned on you became, especially when you felt the cold part of the blade touching your other nipple, but not in a way to hurt you.

"m-matt..."

"i love how eager you are f'me..." he mutters, closely watching your reactions and the way your hips slightly lift up in an attempt to grind against him. "alwayssss the same reactions... you like a little adrenaline, hm?"

during the next few minutes of him torturing you by playing with your tits, more and more moans started escaping your lips. he noticed a dark spot forming between your legs, which had him smiling, giving you a small pinch that had your back arching up.

"want more?"

"y-yeah... please touch me—"

matt barely holds back a groan at the desperation in your voice. "yeah? want me to touch you, pretty girl?"

"mhm," you nod again. his hand moving teasingly between your legs, his fingers pressing against you through the clothes, starting to rub slowly. "you're soaked already, aren't you?" his voice is breathy, heated. "you love when i sneak into your room, but always try to act so annoyed..." his fingers hook in your shorts, pulling them down just enough to get his hand between your thighs properly. he rubs more insistently, feeling the dampness through your underwear.

the feeling of him touching you especially in the ghostface mask was out of this world. your body had never reacted this way to anyone else, your hands always twitching to touch him, toes curling, head spinning. he always knew how to touch you to make you lose your mind. and he loved it, he was obsessed with the way you responded to him.

especially now, having you on the bed with your legs spread, breathing heavily. it was his favorite sight, knowing only he can make you feel like this.

"mhmm," he smirks, his fingers slipping under the fabric of your underwear, feeling your slick heat directly. he circles your clit with his thumb, his other fingers pressing inside you. "your pussy's soaking wet..."

a moan escapes your lips when his fingers start pumping in and out your dripping cunt. "p-please more..."

matt lets out a low chuckle, his arousal growing with each second. he adds a third finger and speeds up his pace slightly. "more? want me to fuck you harder with my fingers?" his thumb presses firmly against your clit, rubbing in tight circles.

all you can do is nod, your vision goes blurry especially when he once again starts playing with your tit. your moans are muffled by the way you chew on your bottom lip to try and compose yourself, but matt maintains the relentless pace. "gonna be a good girl and cum all over my hand, sweetheart?"

"yeah— mmm, fuck, i— oh shit....s-so close—"

your pussy starts tightening around his fingers, making him grin, his movements becoming even more focused. "feels good, hm?" matt teases, curling his fingers just right to hit that sweet spot inside you.

"so— good—" your eyes roll back as your orgasm starts building. he keeps his pace, his thumb pressing harder against your swollen bud. the stimulation of his hand working between your legs and the cold blade of the knife teasing your nipple is enough to send you over the edge. your body shakes, your walls clamp down hard around his fingers as you cum with a loud moan of his name that echoes through the room. "shitttt, there it is..." he groans in satisfaction, continuing to rub your clit and curl his fingers until you're fully ridden out your high. "so pretty when you fall apart like this— just for me, yeah? just for me..." he repeats under his breath.

"oh my god..." you gasp for air, the grip on your sheets loosens as your eyes flutter open. with a satisfied sigh, he slowly removes his fingers from your dripping pussy, bringing them to your mouth. you obviously suck them clean, his eyes gleaming with pride under the mask as he looks at you.

"what's even the reason you're here?" you finally manage to ask still panting. even if you can't see his face, you know him well enough to know that he has this smirk plastered across his face.

"oh, was just bored."

a/n: i love ghostface!matt, pls gimme more requests/asks about him 😼

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[aemondapologistfrfr]

A Gift for You

aegon x f!betrothed!reader 

Part 2 to Lip Gloss or could be read alone!

Summary: You and Aegon can barely contain yourselves on your wedding day and retire early for the night.

Warnings: 18+ swearing, cum play, like two cups of wine, fingering, oral(f+m), p in v, breeding kink

Authors Note: yk the ‘lip gloss’ in these two fics is prob some of the f o u l e s t shit i’ve written but like i also want aegons lip gloss 🧎🏼‍♀️

Word Count: 3.2k

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Aegon peels his eyes open at the rushed knocks on his door. The doors are pushed open and handmaidens rush in offering him wine and getting his ceremonial trousers and jerkin out of his wardrobe. He rubs his eyes and blinks around trying to get used to the sun. 

“Good morning, my Prince. Your wedding ceremony begins in two hours.” he waves them off and rises from bed.

“Yes, yes,” he wipes his face.

“And your wife to be is demanding your presence.” one of them whispers and he nods to himself.

“Then I’ll be back.” he nods. 

Aegon pulls on a tunic and brushes his hair out of his face before grabbing his cup of wine. He exits his chambers and leisurely walks down the hall with a ridiculous smile on his face. He raises his glass and smiles to the people in the halls basking in the excitement of the day. He rounds the corner to your hall and sighs when he sees your flock of handmaidens outside. 

“She’s waiting for you, my Prince.” they bow their heads and he nods, striding into your chambers and clicking the door shut behind him. 

“Where is my sweet girl? Soon to be my sweet wife?” he coos and you jump up from your chaise and run over to him. 

“Good morning.” you jump into his arms and press your lips against his neck. 

“What can I do for you this morning?” he sets you down and places his lips against yours. 

“I need your cock.” you grab onto the front of his trousers and he grunts. 

“Not until later.” he chuckles. 

“But I need lip gloss for the ceremony and you said I could use yours for our wedding.” you pout, sliding down to your knees.

“Yeah, that, of course.” he finishes his cup and discards it on the table before he starts to unlace his trousers. “Open your mouth.” he smirks down at you as you sit back on your feet and look up at him. He fists his cock watching you squeeze your thighs together. 

“When will you let me put it in my lip gloss tube?” you whine. 

“My Gods you’re fucking indecent with your lip gloss and now you want to carry it around with you?” he brings his tip closer to your mouth and you lap against his slit causing more droplets to appear.

“Please, Aeg, as a wedding gift?” you press your lips against his tip. “Please,” you whisper, replacing his hand with yours. “Please, please,” you trace his tip around your lips and he groans watching them glisten. 

“Fine, go get your tube.” you squeal and let go of his cock rushing over to your vanity. You come back with an empty tube and get on your knees once more. “Well how do you want to do this?” he grunts as you grab his cock once more. 

“Like normal and then when it starts to come out I’ll hold the tube like right here?” you tilt your head as your tongue slides up his slit. “Do you think it’ll work?” you blink up at him. 

“We can try.” he breathes out. 

“Thank you.” you hum and suck his cock into your mouth. 

You swirl your tongue along his length before pulling him out of your mouth smiling at the string of spit and come connecting you both. You place open mouth kisses down his cock as he brushes your hair out of your face. You suck him back into your mouth fully and sigh when he hits the back of your throat. You look up at him and take in his flushed face and heaving chest. 

“Fuck, sweet girl.” he pants as you bob your head quickly. You lean back until only his tip is in your mouth and you suction around him hearing his low curses. “Get your tube.” he grits out through his teeth. You reach around for the tub as your tongue lashes against his slit and you taste more leaking out. You pull off with spit trailing down your chin and stroke him fastly. “Oh fuck, just like that.” he groans. 

“I love your cock so much.” you hum moving your hand faster. “It makes my favorite lip gloss.” you smile up at him. You watch his stomach flex and bring the tube near his tip. “Thank you.” you coo and his pleasure starts to coat the tube. You let it fall around the tube and in your hand and he watches you with parted lips as you continue to pump him. 

“My fucking Gods,” he pants. “I fucking love you so much. I can’t wait to split you open later.” you flush at his words as his pleasure continues to spurt out of him. 

He steps back and watches you use the brush to push it in your tube. You scoop it off your hands and the sides of the tube and he shakes his head walking to your bathing chambers to get you a cloth. Just thinking about what you’re doing has him hardening again as he situates himself back in his trousers. You twist the lid back on and look up at him with a smile as he returns. 

“Thank you, Aegon.”you hum as he tilts your head and starts to wipe off your face and goes to grab your hand but you bring it to your mouth to clean it off. 

“Of course, sweet girl.” he helps you stand back up. “Did you get enough?” he looks at the tube grasped in your hand. 

“More than enough. We won’t have to fill it again for a couple days.” he groans, pulling you against him. 

“And what of your lip gloss? Can I have some?” he purrs, pulling up your nightdress. 

“Later. My handmaidens need to finish getting me ready.” you press your lips to his and walk him to the door. 

“And if I were to beg for your cunny the way you beg for my cock?” he whispers, leaning against the door. “I can be quick. I can tell your little cunny is dripping.” he watches your flush deepen. 

“How-“ quick knocks on your door cut your words. 

“There’s but an hour to the ceremony. The Queen urges you both to get ready and now.” a brave handmaiden talks through the door. 

“Later then.” Aegon presses his lips to your quickly before slipping out of your chambers. 

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Aegon adjusts in his seat watching you pull your lip gloss out for the third time in an hour and spread his come across your mouth. Everytime he pecks your lips he can taste himself on you and he’s slowly losing his composure. Your laugh rings throughout the hall as you laugh at some joke someone spouted out but all he’s focused on is his come coating your lips. 

“Let’s retire.” he whispers in your ear and you bat him away. 

“We haven’t even received all of our gifts yet.” you pout, patting his thigh. 

“I have a gift for you in my trousers.” his lips graze your ear causing you to squirm. 

“What is it?” you grab onto his cock and he grunts. 

“Gods, we're in a hall full of people.” he grabs your wrist, softly chuckling. 

“Well I want my gift.” you lean back and look at him.

“You want my cock in front of all these people?” you shake your head with wide eyes. “Then I’ll give you your gift when we retire.” you lean up and press your lips to his and squeak when he licks along your lip. “I think you need to put some more lip gloss on.” he smirks watching you pull out your tube.

“We might have to refill it in the morning.” you show him the half empty tube.

“We can refill it tonight.” he plucks the tube from your fingers and takes the brush to swipe it across your lips. You run your tongue across your bottom lip and he swipes more of your gloss on to you only for you to lick it off your lip once more. “If you want it so badly you can go under the table and take it from the source.” he watches your cheeks flush.

“I would like that.” you nod and start to slide out of your chair. He grabs onto your arm and stands clearing his throat. 

“We’re retiring.” he announces and there are a couple hushed chuckles.

Aegon ignores his mothers protest about the early hour and he waves her off before helping you to your feet. You giggle as he presses his lips to your hand and he leads you out of the hall. You hold onto his arm as he leads you through the Keep . 

“Do you need anything from your chambers?” he pulls you closer to his side. 

“No.” you shake your head. “We’re sharing chambers from now on, right?” you look up at him. 

“If that’s what you would like.” he nods. 

“Would you like it?” you tighten your grip around his arm. 

“Of course, I want you as close as possible.” you smile leaning against his arm. 

He slows when he approaches his chambers and pushes the doors open for you. He shuts the doors behind the both of you and watches you look around. You let your eyes flutter shut when you feel his hands brush away your hair and begin to press his lips against your neck. 

“You are so beautiful, sweet girl.” he murmurs against your skin. 

His fingers begin to loosen your laces and smiles as you lean back into him. He slowly starts to slide your gown off your shoulders pressing his lips to you listening to your soft gasps. Your skin heats as Aegon's fingers trace every place his lips linger. Your gown is slowly pulled down past your hips until it falls to pool on the ground. Aegon walks around you and offers you his hand to step away from the fabric. His hands grab onto your waist and pull you against him as he captures your lips. 

“Aegon,” you gasp softly as he starts to pull up your slip. 

“I’m right here.” he smiles “Can I see you?” he hums. You nod and step back and soon your slip is tossed next to your gown. “My Gods you’re divine.” his hands trace over every inch of skin before pulling you back against him and kissing at your neck. 

“Can I see you?” you whine pulling at his jerkin and he chuckles. 

“Go ahead.” he watches you quickly undo the buttons and begin tugging off his jerkin and his tunic is quick to follow. You’re quick to unlace and push down his trousers and he’s equally as eager to step out of them. “Let’s go to the bed.” he lifts you up and lays you back on the bed and groans as you part your legs. 

“I want to kiss you.” you reach out for him as he looks down at you. “Please.” you whisper. Aegon settles between your thighs and presses his lips to yours. You wrap your arms around him and your legs are quick to pull his waist down to yours. 

“Slow down.” he chuckles, kissing down your jaw. His lips linger on your throat before he scoots down to your breast. He looks up at you as he flicks his tongue against your nipple and watches you shutter. 

“Oh,” you gasp, bringing your hands to his shoulders. “Aegon, yes,” you whine when he sucks the hard peak into his mouth. A moan slips free when his fingers find your wetness. His tongue lashes against your chest when your soft sounds greet his ears. 

“Your cunny is so wet for me.” he mumbles moving over to your other nipple. “Shh, shh,” he chuckles. “If you’re quiet you’ll be able to hear it.” he smirks when you bite your lip. Your eyes roll back when his fingers speed up and you can hear the pleasure coating his hand. “That’s my good girl.” he hums before sucking your nipple into his mouth. 

“Mm, Aeg- I,” a small sob comes from you as you fall apart. 

He looks up at you watching your eyes screw shut as he continues to swirl his fingers. As he kisses down your navel his fingers start to circle your entrance. Your soft gasp is followed by his favorite whimper when his tongue licks against your bud. He chuckles as your hips slowly start to rock against his face seeking more. 

“I’m going to use my fingers to get your little cunny ready for my cock, okay?” you peel your eyes open and look down at him nodding quickly. 

A low groan comes from him when he pushes one finger into you. You whimper above him when he starts to circle his tongue around your bud while slowly pumping his finger. He smirks seeing your legs start to shake when he speeds up his movements. He brings a second finger to your core and slowly starts to push it in with the first. He pushes two fingers into you watching you arch off the bed. He focuses on your bud as he feels you squeezing around his fingers. 

“Yes, Aegon,” you breathe out clawing at the sheets. He pushes his fingers faster and he’s graced with your high pitched whimpers. “Please, please,” your pleasure coils as you press against his fingers. You go taut when your high slams through you.

“Are you ready for my cock, sweet girl?” he continues to push his fingers into you. “Your cunny is squeezing my fingers begging to be filled.” he chuckles at your small whines. “Do you want to be filled, sweet girl?” you nod your head, softly rocking your hips. “I wanna hear you say it.” your cheeks flush. 

“I want you,” you gasp as his tongue flicks against your bud. “To fill my cunny. Please,” you whine when he slips his fingers out of you. 

He kisses back up to your mouth while he slides his tip through your wetness. He grabs onto your thigh as you wrap a leg around him pulling him down. Your hand is gripping onto his shoulder as he presses against your entrance. He reaches between you both and guides his tip into you. Your small gasps cause his jaw to clench as you wrap your other leg around his waist as he pushes in another inch. 

“Aegon,” his name a plea. 

“You’re doing so good.” he hums, pressing his lips against your neck. “You feel so good. My sweet girl with her perfect little cunny.” he grunts finally bottoming out. 

“I’m so- I’m,” your voice cracks. “So full, Aegon.” you peel your eyes open to look up at him. “Please,” you gasp as he slowly starts to pull out. “Aegon,” your fingers dig into his shoulders at the stretch. 

He attaches his thumb to your bud and starts to rock into you. You lock your ankles behind him as his movements slowly quicken. He smashes his lips to yours, swallowing your moans as his hips fall into you faster. With every swipe of his thumb your walls pulse around him until you’re whimpering into his mouth. 

“Aegon, I’m-“ he watches as you tremble beneath him as you squeeze around him. 

“Do you want me to fill your cunny?” he pants, pushing into you relentlessly. “Hm? Want me to fuck my seed into you? Do you want to swell with our child?” you nod your head babbling incoherently. 

He snaps his hips into you one last time before you feel his pleasure seep into you. He sucks at your neck as he continues to pump into you slowly. You hold onto him tightly bringing your hands up to tangle into his hair. You pull him up to your mouth letting your tongues dance. He slowly pulls out and you furrow your brows trying to pull his hips back. 

“Aegon, please,” you try to pull him back down. 

“I know.” he rubs your legs slowly, kneeling back. He watches your body softly shake before you sit up and begin to crawl in his lap. “Gods, sweet girl.” he grunts as his hands grab onto your ass when you grind against him. 

“I want you back inside.” you rub yourself against his cock. 

“In a minute.” he chuckles, helping guide your movements. 

“I want your cock now.” you whine. “Aegon, husband,” you whisper. “Please,” you reach for his hardening cock and he shakes his head at your desperation. 

“Alright, alright.” he chuckles. “Lay back.” you cling onto him tighter so he holds onto you and lays you back on the bed. He goes to lift up and you whine pulling him back. “We’re gonna roll over.” you nod and he flips onto his back and you splay on his chest. “Do what you want.” he wants to see how desperate you truly are. 

“My cunny really likes your cock.” you hum, rolling your hips against him. You grab his cock and run it up your slit, softly gasping as you circle it around your bud. “Yes,” you whine bringing the tip back down to your entrance. “Aegon,” he watches you slowly sink down, shutting your eyes once he’s buried in you.

“I need you to move, sweet girl.” his fingers dig into your waist. He slowly lifts you up and you press your hips back down. He lifts his knees up and you immediately lean back into them as you start to grind against him. “Fucking Hells,” he pants when you start to bounce against him. He moves his hands to your chest and when he pinches your nipples you start to move faster.

“Yes, please,” he watches your eyes close and he can’t take your slow movements anymore. His hands fall to your waist once more as he starts to fuck you against him. “I- Aegon,” you fall forward on his chest and he hammers up into you as you whimper into his ear. 

“Taking my cock so well.” his hand lands on your ass and you jolt forward. “Your cunny is just begging to be filled again.” his pace falters when you begin to pulse around him. He regains his pace and listens to the gasps of his name as you slide against his chest. When his high begins to wash through him, he wraps his arms around you tightly, slowly pumping into you.

“Just stay inside.” you whisper in his ear, wiggling your hips. “I just-“ you gasp as he snaps his hips up once. “I just need to rest my eyes.” he watches as your eyes shut and you rest your cheek against his chest. 

“I’m here. You can rest.” he presses his lips to the top of your head and begins to rub your back. 

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masterlist 🔌

someone fkn sedate me i adore this man 

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[quxyivs]

heyy i was wondering if i can request a angst fic for chan so its like you go to visit him and there is another female idol or something in the studio then its like he almost forgets the reader yk? then she tries to join in into the convo he ends up acting like he doesnt want her in it the rest is up to you bae 🩷💋

OMG?? THIS IS ACTUALLY SUCH A GOOD IDEA!??? Also tysm for the req!! 🫶🏾

Forgotten

Trigger warning ⚠️!! - Accusations of cheating, Cursing, throwing shit, blood!! (lmk if i forgot anything)

Bang Chan x Fem Reader

P.s- the fem idol will be called Jio 🫶🏾 (i didn’t do a spell check so if there is bad grammar i’m sorry😭)

-story below the cut<3

You woke up slowly from you and chans shared bedroom in your shared apartment expecting to see your loving boyfriend but instead it’s just an empty bed. You sit up and rub your eyes and get ready for the day before stumbling across a note on the kitchen counter beside some Pancakes with whipped cream and strawberries on top with some fresh fruit on the side too.

“Morning baby!! I had to leave early to start practicing for our new comeback. I made some breakfast for you just before I left!! See you when I get home!! -Love channie” As you read the note you felt your heart warm and flutter as you dig into the food that he cooked. After you get finished you clean the house and just relax for a bit before deciding to visit your boyfriend to check up on him, i mean cmon. we all know chan has a habit of overworking himself and forgetting to eat. You began cook chans favorite meal before getting in the car to go see chan. You call him to tell him but he doesn’t answer the phone and you think “it’s cause he’s busy!!”

You arrive at the JYPE building and walk in greeting the front office lady and then making your way to chan. You enter the practice room and wave at the other members. “Hey guys!!” you say as you hold the bag of food in you hand. “Hey y/nnie!!” Felix says as he jogs over to you giving you his normal big smile and hugging you. “Have you seen chan lixie?” You ask pulling back a bit from the hug. “Ah he’s in the studio, you know him..” Felix said shaking his head in disappointment jokingly. “Of course. See you guys!!” You and Felix finally let go and you walk into his studio to see another female in the studio. He looked close to her, giggling with her and smiling at her with a bubbly look on his face.

“Hey channie!! I bought you lunch!” You said but he just..ignores you? You assumed he didn’t hear you so you clear your throat to speak up but he cuts you off. “Just sit it down.” He said almost sounding pissed off..? You sat the food down then stood there listening to them talk about some guy at a cafe..? Did her and chan go out? Was he cheating?? “Hey what are you guys talking about?” You said but again, you were ignored. “Is it like..some secret I can’t know about..-?” But again to no avail you were ignored. After a couple of more attempts you just get up and storm out slamming the door on your way out. As you walk through the practice room everyone is looking at you and Changbin stops you from leaving.

“Woah what’s wrong? what happened?” He said genuinely worried about you seeing how your fist were balled up. “Nothing. Tell chan when he comes home his shit will be outside and he can go be with his new girlfriend!” You snap as you push changbin aside and storm off leaving everyone confused as they look at each other. After a few hours the girl leaves and chan comes out the studio room waving the girl bye and walking her out.

When he turned back around everyone looked at him disappointed. “What? Why are you all looking a-“ “you’re a fucking dick dude.” Lee know was quick to cut him off leaving chan caught off guard. “Excuse me-?” He said genuinely confused. “You dumped y/n to get jio? really? that’s fucked up hyung.” Changbin said crossing his arms in disbelief. “What!? i’m not dumping y/n!? What are you talking about!?” Chan said frantically and confused a sudden bad feeling rising in his stomach. “She left the studio talking about how your shit is gonna be outside and for you to go live with your new girlfriend..” Jeongin said and Chans heart immediately dropped as he grabbed all his stuff and ran out the building getting in his car and driving home as quickly as possible.

He got to the front door and used his key to get inside. Once his key finally worked he ran inside and when he came in he saw broken glass on the floor and blood splatters. His heart dropped to basically the pits of hell. “Y/N!? Y/N WHERE ARE YOU!??” He ran up the stairs to find you in the bathroom wrapping your hand. “Baby-!! What hap-“ “Get the fuck out cheater.” His eyes widened. “What do you mean I didn’t-“ You grabbed the wraps to throw at him which he caught. “Yes you did-!! I saw you talking to her, talking about some guy from a cafe, and then you ignored me like I wasnt even in the room!! multiple times!! fuck you!!” You spat with anger as your eyes weld up with tears.

Chan finally realized how bad all of that must’ve looked in your eyes. “Babe please. Let me explain-“ “Then explain asshole!! i’m waiting!” He took a deep breath coming in closer to you. “Yes we did go to a cafe, but not as a date. I was there to help her with her date. So if things went bad I could just take her home. I’m sorry I ignored you I just got so caught up in the conversation-.. i’m so sorry baby please don’t kick me out- please I love you and only you okay..?” His left hand raised to your cheek wiping the tears off your cheeks. “I would never cheat baby.. I love you..” He said softly his own eyes filling with small tears. You look up at him before hugging him softly. “Never ever ignore me like that again..” You say as you cry softly into his chest. “I promise love..”

I loved writing this!! Thank you Anon for the req!! 🫶🏾🫶🏾

[inkjam-moon]

Bells Will Be Ringing - Part Three (M)

Summary: Another year, another one of Namjoon's heats causing problems.

Pairing: Hybrid!Namjoon x Reader x Jimin

Genre: Smut, fluff

Word Count: 11.9k

TW: swearing; dirty talk; oral (male and female giving and recieving); anal (male and female); fingering; double penetration; mmf; mfm; ; creampies

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“Y/N-ah!”

Damnit. You sigh as you wrap the scarf around your neck; you wanted to get out of the house before another ‘hey can you-’, but as Namjoon comes tumbling down the stairs, you know there must be one more thing. 

“Yes, Joonie?”

“Are you going to the mall?”

You nod, grabbing your purse from where it hangs on the wall. “I have a few last minute things I need to grab.”

“Can you pick up that sweater we looked at the other day for him?” Namjoon gestures up the stairs. 

“Sure.”

“Oh, and can you stop at the jewelers?” He fishes a pick up ticket out of his pocket. “My ring should be ready.”

You take the ticket from him and put it in your purse. “Anything else?”

Namjoon thinks on this for a moment, oblivious to your sarcasm before shaking his head. “No, that should be everything.” He smiles, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips before turning around and running back upstairs.

You huff as you walk outside, bracing against the cold as you walk to your car, quickly getting in and turning up the heat to defrost yourself. You grab your phone and open your list, adding the sweater and the jewelers to it before putting it back in your purse and driving to the mall. 

You hate that it’s taken you until now, December 23rd, to get the last few things on your Christmas list, but this year has been unbelievably chaotic to say the least.

After Jimin’s new years proposal last year, wedding planning began and it was much harder for three people than for just two. There were engagement parties, celebration brunches, wedding showers, dinners, bachelor parties, your bachelorette party, dress shopping, tux fittings, hanbok try-ons, and everything else crammed into 11 short months as you all decided to get married at the end of November. You planned it to coincide with the end of Namjoon’s last heat so that there wouldn’t be anything to worry about on your honeymoon. Then you went on your honeymoon for three weeks in Bali, having just come back this past weekend, and now here you are, back in the snowy weather of Seoul, stuck shopping at the last minute. You should’ve just ordered things online. 

As expected, the mall is packed. You make your way through the crowds, picking up the things on your list one by one until the only two things left are to go to the jewelers, and maybe pick up some Christmas night lingerie to surprise your husbands with. 

You walk past the lingerie store and stop, noticing a cute bra that looks like a bow you can unwrap. You run your hand over the soft satin of the cloth, thinking about how it would look on you and if the boys would like it. 

“That would look great on you.”

The voice comes from behind you, and you go to scold the stranger when you turn around and see a familiar face.

“Aish, Jin do you want to die?” You punch him lightly on the arm, making him laugh.

“What? I’m just being honest.”

You roll your eyes before turning back to the lingerie. “I don’t know… What do you wear with something like this?”

Jin thinks on this for a minute, his eyes searching the store before landing on a pair of ruffled panties and red thigh high stockings in the same shade of red. “How about that?”

You hate to admit he’s right, but they would look good together. You nod, grabbing the bra in your size and then walking over to grab the rest of the set, watching Jin’s shocked expression as he follows you around the store, suddenly shy. You walk up to the checkout counter and quickly pay, taking the bag the cashier hands you before thanking them and walking back out of the store. 

“Wow, you actually listened to me?” Jin asks as you walk.

“It’s the first good idea you’ve ever had.” You snort. “And before you ask, no, you will never get to see me in them, even if you helped me pick them out.”

“Ah Y/N-ah, I would never. You’re a married woman now.”

“Like that has ever stopped you from being a creep.”

Jin only chuckles, offering to take some of the bags from your hands. “Lunch?”

You sigh, checking your watch. “I have one more stop to make and then sure.”

Jin follows behind you as you weave through the crowd, heading down to the jewelry store which is, of course, at the other end of the mall. When you arrive, you walk up to the counter and say hello.

“Hi, My husband has an order ready for pick up.”

“Name?”

“Kim Namjoon.” You take the pick up ticket out of your purse and hand it to the man who studies it carefully.

“One moment please.” The cashier disappears through the door behind him and you wait patiently. 

“Is he really making you pick up your own christmas presents?” Jin jokes. 

You shake your head. “No, it should be his new wedding ring.”

“What happened to the first one?”

“He… He lost it in Bali.” You admit.

“He didn’t even have it a month!” Jin snorts as the cashier comes back out with not one, but four boxes. He very carefully places them in a bag and then hands the bag to you. 

“There you are, have a wonderful rest of your day.”

“T-thank you.” You take the bag and then leave the store. Four boxes? What else did Namjoon get? This time Jin takes the lead and you follow close behind him to the food court. You both decide on some nice hot tteokbokki, grabbing a serving each before finding a seat at one of the empty tables. You unload all your bags onto the chair and table next to you before flopping down in your seat, already exhausted. 

“Tired?” Jin observes as he pops a rice cake in his mouth.

“Tired, cold, stressed…” You whine.

“What’s there to be stressed about? It’s the holidays.”

“That’s exactly what I’m stressed about.”

“Why?”

“Because.” You start, running your hands through your hair. “We left at the end of Joon’s last heat, so it’s been almost a month. I just don’t want a repeat of what happened last year.” You think back to Namjoon’s record nine day heat that lasted through the holidays and your legs ache at the thought. 

“So?” Jin shrugs. “Jeongguk’s is due soon too, you don’t see me stressed about it.” 

“It’s not the same. You don’t have to worry about Jeongguk, you guys weren't together last time I checked. You don’t have to help him… you know, multiple times a day.”

Jin pops a fish cake in his mouth. “So? I still help him out a lot.”

“You do?” This is new information. You thought Jin and Jeongguk were strictly roommates.

“Yeah.” Jin admits. “I mean, sure he brings people home a lot too, but when he feels like bottoming I don’t mind helping.” Jin smirks at the shocked expression on your face. “What’s that look for?”

“I just… I didn’t know you guys had benefits like that.”

Jin chuckles at your words. “You of all people know it’s easier to just stay home and deal with it.”

“Hm, I guess you’re right…” An image of Jin and Jeongguk suddenly flashes in your mind and you quickly shake it away, blushing. “I just hope it doesn’t last as long this time. If it does, I don’t think we’ll come to your party.”

“What? Why not?”

“Are you kidding?” You scoff, finishing the last bite of your food. “You want to put Namjoon and Jeongguk in the same room when they’re both in heat? That’ll go really well. It was bad enough when it was just one of them.”

“If I remember correctly, last year was your fault.”

“My fault?!”

“Kook told me what happened. That you had a certain someone between your legs. And it was your smell that set him off. You sent him into his heat two weeks early, you know.”

You huff, no you didn’t know that. “Well, maybe if Jeongguk knew how to knock it wouldn’t have mattered what we were doing!” 

Jin rolls his eyes at you. “Lock the door next time.”

“Seokjin-”

He throws his arms up in defense. “I’m just saying, that’s what I was told.”

“Whatever.” You cross your arms and lean back in your chair. 

“You know,” Jin begins. “That might not be a bad idea honestly.”

“What idea?” You eye him cautiously.

“What if we just locked them in a room together for their heats? I mean, I know they already want to.”

You furrow your eyebrows at him. “What do you mean they want to?”

“Oh come on Y/N, you can’t tell me you don’t see it. All the hushed whispering and secret conversations they have whenever they're together. Jeongguk has told me he would fuck all three of you if he had the chance.”

Your face flushes hot at Jin’s words. “T-that’s a terrible idea.”

“Is it?”

“Yes!” You feel like you’re trying to convince yourself more than him. “They’d tear the house apart. Or worse, each other.”

“You’re overthinking it. You should just let them have a little fun.”

“It’s not my choice.” You stand, gathering your things. “Namjoon is his own person, he has free will. If he wants to spend time with Jeongguk like that, it’s his decision. He knows that.”

Jin smirks, standing up with you and helping you get your bags. You’re silent as you walk back outside to your car, Jin following you once again, popping open the trunk so you can both put your many bags inside. You slam the trunk shut and move to say goodbye when Jin cups your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. 

“I’ll let Jeongguk know that he has your permission.”

“He doesn’t- I mean- Ugh, Seokjin!” But it’s too late. He lets you go and waves goodbye as he disappears in the parking lot.

You climb into your car, starting the heat to try and warm away this strange feeling in your chest. You make your way back home, grabbing your bags before heading inside your house. Thankfully, both of your husbands seem to be otherwise occupied and you hurry up the stairs, hiding your bags in the back of your closet before grabbing the few Namjoon and Jimin asked you to pick up and slipping them into the corresponding closets as well before grabbing the bag from the jewelers and going to find Namjoon. 

You find him in his studio, headphones on, gaze fixed on the computer as he works on something on the screen. You smile, admiring the way his jaw juts out as he focuses. 

“Joon.” You tap him on the shoulder, not wanting to startle him. He turns and looks up, smiling when he sees you and taking his headphones off. 

“Y/N-ah!” He pulls you down to sit on his thigh and kisses you sweetly. “What took you so long? I thought I might have to send out a search party.”

“Ah, I ran into Jin and we had lunch.” You explain, placing the bag on his desk in front of him. “Got this for you.”

“Perfect, thank you love.” He kisses your cheek before you stand up. 

“Any idea where Jimin is?” You ask, as he rifles through the bag. 

“He got back from the grocery store not too long ago, and then I think I heard the shower turn on.”

“Okay, I’ll come get you when dinner’s ready.” You squeeze his shoulder before going to search for your other husband.

You wander down the hall to your bedroom and sure enough you hear the shower running. You could use a shower to wash the mall off of you. “Jimin?” You call out as you open the bathroom door. He doesn’t respond, so you begin to slip out of your clothes, leaving a trail behind you as you come to stand in front of the shower door, amazed by what's in front of you.

Jimin leans back against the wall of the shower, one hand pushing his hair back out of his face, the other is wrapped around his cock, stroking it in swift motions as he moans softly. 

“Am I interrupting?” You question, your voice low. 

Jimin jumps at the sound of your voice, startled by the sight of you. “N-noona,” He blushes as you open the door and slip into the shower with him. “I was just thinking about you.” He admits shyly.

“Oh?” You stand in front of him, leaning in for a kiss as you replace his hand with your own, eliciting a groan from the back of his throat. You squeeze his tip harshly, relishing in the gasp that leaves him.

“Oh god, how do you always know exactly what I need?” He groans, watching closely as you get down on your knees in front of him. 

“Years of practice.” You smirk at him before flicking your tongue out against his length, tasting him for the first time since your honeymoon. Jimin’s head falls back as you take his tip into your mouth, sucking on it gently before taking more and more of him in, little by little, driving him wild as you tease him. 

“Y-yeobo, please…” He whimpers, his fingers tangling in your hair as it dampens from the water cascading over both your bodies. 

You relent, stopping your teasing as you sink your mouth down on his cock, moaning when it hits the back of your throat. Jimin’s hips reflexively snap forward, trying to bury himself in the warmth of your mouth, and you let him, opening your throat and relaxing as he thrusts into you, already chasing his release. 

It doesn’t take long, he must’ve already been pretty close as he starts panting, his hips moving faster, but shallower. You stick your tongue out, dragging it along his length as you hollow your cheeks and start to suck hard. 

“Yes… Yes, god, fuck~” Jimin whines, his moans music to your ears. You look up, sneaking a peek at him like this and you swear you could orgasm from the sight alone.

Water trails down Jimin’s body, following the contours of his toned muscles from his neck down to his waist, his skin glistens in the low light of the bathroom. His hair is pushed back off his face, giving you a full view of his erotic expression; his eyes are squeezed shut as he focuses solely on the feeling of your mouth wrapped around him and his teeth dig into his lower lip, enjoying the sensation between his thighs. 

“Y-Y/N, ah~!” With a cry of your name, Jimin buries himself in the back of your throat, holding you against him as he cums. He cums hard, more than usual, and you can’t help your surprised expression as you pull off him, only to feel him paint your tongue and dribble on your lips.

Jimin’s legs shake as he comes down from his high, and you help him sit on the bench in the shower, taking a washcloth and gently cleaning him up as his eyes come back into focus and he wipes a bit you missed off your chin.

“You alright love?” You ask, mildly concerned. You haven’t seen Jimin cum that hard in months. 

He nods, his chest heaving. “Just been a minute.”

You think back and realize he’s right. You and Namjoon had sex a few days ago, but Jimin wasn't home, and he hasn’t done anything with you guys since three days before you came home from Bali. “Huh, I guess it has.”

 He stands up and pulls you with him, giving you a hot kiss that makes you dizzy with delight. “I’ve missed that mouth of yours.” He smirks, giving himself one last rinse before cracking the door. “Don’t tell Joon, but you’re still the best at that.”

“The best at what?” As if on cue, Namjoon strides into the bathroom, peeling his shirt off over his head.

“Nothing!” Jimin only smiles as he steps out, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist as Namjoon walks up to him. Jimin takes the opportunity to plant a kiss on Namjoon’s lips. “Nothing at all Joon.”

Namjoon shrugs, slipping out of his pants and underwear and joining you in the shower as Jimin leaves the room. He gives you a squeeze as you both shower peacefully, exchanging the occasional kiss. 

When you’re finished, you both step out and dry yourselves off before heading into the bedroom to slip into some clean comfortable clothes. When you’re finished, you find Jimin in the kitchen starting dinner and quickly move to help him while Namjoon plops himself on the couch and turns on the tv. 

When the food is ready, you grab a serving for yourself and Namjoon, carrying them both over to the couch and sitting in the middle seat next to Namjoon. Jimin quickly finds his seat on your other side and the three of you dig in as you watch whatever documentary Namjoon turned on. Namjoon finishes first and quickly relaxes back against the couch, his hand resting on your thigh as he turns to you.

“I still can’t believe you had lunch with Jin.”

“Why not?”

“You had lunch with Jin?” Jimin asks, mouth full of rice. “Really?”

“Why is that so surprising?” You put your empty bowl on the table in front of you and lean back. 

“Last time we saw him, I honestly thought you were going to knock his lights out.” Namjoon states.

“Yeah.” Jimin agrees. “At the wedding reception.”

You roll your eyes as you remember what they’re referencing. “I wasn’t going to punch him. He was drunk and I was just trying to stop him from being so… handsy.” Your cheeks flush as you remember Jin’s large hands on your waist as you danced with him. He was very drunk, and his hands kept sliding down to your ass so you pushed him away and went to dance with someone else, but he was persistent until you had Jeongguk drag him away to go sit down. “We’re still friends, he just gets on my nerves a lot.”

“Is that why you had lunch? Did he apologize?” Jimin questions.

“Jin? Apologize? Please.” You scoff. “No, we ran into each other when I was looking for- well, it doesn’t matter. He helped me do some shopping and we just decided to get lunch.”

“How’s Jeongguk? Was he there?” You notice Namjoon’s ears perk up at this.

“He’s fine. Jin said he’s just busy.” You watch Namjoon’s adam's apple bob as he swallows hard. 

“That’s good.” Namjoon turns back to the tv. 

“Speaking of, Joonie,” You squeeze his thigh. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.” He turns back to look at you.

“It’s just, Jin and I were talking and he said something I’ve been thinking about. How- Well, what do you think about Kook?”

“What do you mean?” He quirks his eyebrow and you see Jimin turn towards the conversation out of the corner of your eye, obviously interested.

“Do you… Do you have a thing for him?”

“W-what?” Namjoon’s face immediately flushes red. “I-I-”

“It’s okay if you do.” You move to calm him. “I’m just curious. Jin thinks you both might and that’s why your interactions can get so… heated.”

Namjoon rubs the back of his neck, obviously embarrassed. “I mean… I-I’ve thought about it… Once or twice… I just didn’t want to make anything weird, you know?”

You nod as Jimin chimes in. “Hyung, you know you can do whatever you want, right?”

“I know I just…” Namjoon sighs. “I wasn’t interested in just me and him. I didn’t want to do anything without you both there, and I didn’t know if that was something you’d be interested in.”

Now it’s your face flushing with heat. “You want us there with you? Like a foursome?”

Namjoon nods. “I only want it if you’re there too.”

“Hmm.” Jimin leans against you. “I’ve never thought about Jeongguk like that. He’s cute though, I wouldn’t mind.”

“You haven’t?” You turn to look at Jimin, genuinely surprised. 

He shakes his head. “Wait, have you?”

“Ah, um… After the New Year’s incident last year.” You giggle. “Joon, you are going to have to share us if you want us there.” You remind him, remembering the reason that fight started.

“I don’t have a problem with that.” Namjoon smiles, laying himself across your laps. 

“Okay, just let us know what Jeongguk says.” Jimin runs his fingers through Namjoon’s hair. 

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You wake up two days later to the smell of coffee wafting in from the kitchen. You stretch your limbs to wake them up and then smile to yourself. It’s Christmas morning. You feel someone still pressed against your back and from the snores you know it’s Namjoon. You very carefully remove yourself from his embrace and climb out of bed. As silently as you can, you grab the few presents left that you wrapped last night before sneaking your way out of the bedroom, not wanting to disturb your sleeping husband.  

You find Jimin at the kitchen table, drinking a cup of coffee as he scrolls through his phone. When he hears the bedroom door click shut he looks up, his eyes crinkling up with a grin as he sees you, arms full of gifts. 

“Morning love.” He mumbles, voice still low from the early hour. “Merry Christmas.”

You take the presents in your hands and arrange them with the rest under the tree before walking over to Jimin and pressing a sweet kiss against his lips.

“Merry Christmas Jimin.”

“Is he still asleep?” Jimin asks as you walk over to the counter where the coffee pot sits and pour yourself a steaming cup.

“Mhm.” You nod, taking a sip. “I’m sure he’ll be up soon. Breakfast?”

“You read my mind.”

You and Jimin decide on a simple breakfast, pancakes, and quickly get to work whipping up the batter and frying them up, knowing that if your absence in the bed doesn’t wake Namjoon up, the smell of food usually does. Sure enough, as you flip the first few onto a plate, you hear the bedroom door open and a half-awake Namjoon comes stumbling out, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. 

“Good morning Joonie. Merry Christmas.” You smile at him.

Namjoon shakes his head, as if suddenly remembering what day it is, and his tail begins to wag as the words immediately wake him, his face lighting up with excitement. “Merry Christmas Y/N-ah, Jimin!” He patters over to the kitchen and kisses both of you in turn. You push a plate full of pancakes into his hands and he grabs it, walking over and sitting down at the table. 

“Coffee?” Jimin asks as he pours himself another cup.

“Please.” Namjoon nods, mouth already full of pancakes.

Jimin pours one for Namjoon and then grabs his own plate and sits down across from Namjoon. When you’re done cooking, you take your plate of pancakes and join them at the table, the three of you eating quickly as anticipation for what’s under the tree sets in. When you’re finished, you all make short work of the dishes before heading into the living room and sitting on the floor around the tree. 

Namjoon begins passing out presents and it takes no time at all for the floor to be covered in shreds of wrapping paper. Clothes and games and accessories are discovered and thanks are shared all around until you get down to the last few presents. Jimin unwraps the sweater from Namjoon and gushes over how soft it is, then unwraps the scarf you got him to go with it and holds them both against him. Jimin hands you a gift and you tear into it to find a silky black babydoll and matching robe.

“I feel like this is more of a present for yourself.” You tease as you pull the fabric out of the wrapping, making Namjoon’s eyes go wide. 

Jimin smirks. “Maybe it is.”

You roll your eyes playfully and hand a box to Namjoon. “Here, this is from both of us.” You watch as he unwraps the new MIDI pad controller he’s been wanting for months, his face lighting up with joy as he thanks you both over and over. You both hand Jimin a box, his eyes sparkling as he pulls out a new winter coat from Dior he was talking about a few weeks ago, as well as a beautiful new watch and ring from Namjoon. “I love them, thank you.”

“Last one.” Namjoon states, holding a small box in his hands.

“Who’s it for?” You ask.

“You.” Namjoon states, handing you the box.

“From both of us.” Jimin adds, exchanging a glance with Namjoon.

You eye them both with suspicion before removing the wrapping paper, finding the smallest of the boxes you picked up from the jewelers the other day. You pop the box open and your breath leaves you as you stare down at the dazzling ring nestled in green velvet. It’s a large teardrop shaped diamond, surrounded by a circle of much smaller diamonds set on a silver band.

“A-an engagement ring?” You question, afraid to even touch the beautiful piece. 

“We’ve wanted to get you one since I proposed-” Jimin scoots closer to you and takes the box from your hand, taking the ring out and slipping it onto the ring finger of your left hand, right above your matching wedding band; the ring Jimin initially proposed with. 

“We just haven’t had enough time.” Namjoon finishes for him. 

“Better late than never.” Jimin adds, pressing a kiss to your knuckles below where the ring now sits. 

“It’s beautiful, thank you both so much.” You lean forward and wrap your arms around Jimin, knocking him back to the ground and giggling before giving him a long kiss. You let go and do the same to Namjoon, pushing him onto his back. “I’m so grateful to have you both in my life. I love you.”

“We love you too, noona.” Jimin squeezes you, pulling you down between them on the floor where they both wrap their arms around you.

The next several hours of the day are spent snuggled up on the couch with snacks and hot chocolate while you watch old holiday movies together, simply enjoying spending time with each other.

When it’s time for dinner, you make a delicious and warm pot of kalguksu and set the table, popping open a bottle of wine as you call the boys to eat. The three of you sit, eating, laughing, and drinking, but it isn’t until the meal begins to wind down that you notice Namjoon shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

“Anyone want to get in the hottub?” Jimin asks, finishing off his glass of wine, a tipsy flush to his cheeks.

“Mm, that sounds perfect.”

“I’ll get it set up.” Namjoon offers, quickly standing and making his way over to the sliding glass door and walking out onto the balcony.

You and Jimin take care of the dishes, his arms wrapped around your waist as you wash the last few, placing soft kisses on your neck and shoulder. 

“Should we skinnydip?” He asks, tugging at the hem of your sweater.

“We do have neighbors you know.” You remind him, spinning in his arms to face him. 

He shrugs. “Let them watch.” He kisses your lips before pulling your sweater up over your head and tossing it on one of the kitchen chairs, leaving you in just a bralette and a pair of festive pajama pants. 

Just then Namjoon walks back inside. “It’s ready.” He says as he walks toward the bedroom.

“Joon.” You call his name to stop him and he turns back to you, watching as you strip out of your remaining clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor before walking your nude self over to the door and disappearing out onto the balcony. 

You’re just sinking into the hot water as Jimin and Namjoon walk out the door, their hands covering their indecency as they move to join you in the tub. The three of you relax, letting the warmth of the tub soothe your woes and keep you warm on the chill winter night. You sink down to your neck, closing your eyes as you do. 

Jimin’s hand rests on your thigh, squeezing it, and you feel Namjoon shifting next to you. When Namjoon’s hand also finds your thigh, you slightly open one of your eyes and look over to see his ears twitching irritably on top of his head. You watch as he repeatedly stretches his neck like he’s trying to crack it as his cheeks start getting more and more red as he sits restlessly.

“Joon…?” As you sit up his eyes snap to meet yours and he grabs your thigh, pulling it toward him and signaling you to move over next to him.

You scooch over in the water, seating yourself beside him and he wraps an arm around your shoulder, gripping your chin with his other hand and tilting your face up towards his before his lips lock onto yours, exchanging a heated kiss. As he kisses you, his hand drops from your chin, grabbing your own hand and leading it between his legs where he really wants to be touched. Where he suddenly needs to be touched.

You break the kiss, pulling back to meet his gaze, your fingers just barely grazing him, and your eyes soften with understanding. You look at him sympathetically, knowing how much he hates when it comes out of nowhere, but you can tell just from the sight of him.

His heat is here. 

You should’ve expected it to come early, but you had hoped… God had you hoped.

You risk the top half of your torso to the cold as you get up and seat yourself in his lap, pulling him to you as your lips find his once more. His arms wrap around you, holding you tightly as he immediately flicks his tongue into your mouth. The hand already between your bodies grabs his throbbing length and you quickly move it between your thighs, sinking down on him without a second thought as you both whine at the sudden pleasure. 

“Fuck…” You gasp, relishing in the way he spreads you open. 

Jimin opens his eyes at your noise, taking in the sight before him and groaning. “Oh shit, I only closed my eyes for five minutes.” He jokes, moving over to sit beside Namjoon. 

“Chim, it’s h-here.” You warn him, nodding at the man underneath you. Jimin raises his eyebrow and looks over at Namjoon, studying him the same way you did only a few moments ago, realization dawning on his features.  

“Aw Joon hyung, your heat came early?” 

Namjoon can only nod, thrusting up into you, his brow furrowed in concentration as he focuses on the feeling of you around his cock. You see Jimin wrap his hand around his own hardening length and move to replace it with your own, giving his tip a harsh squeeze before stroking him at a rapid pace. 

“Ah, shit…” Jimin curses, the sound rumbling in his chest as his head falls back from your touch, his eyes never leaving the image of you bouncing in Namjoon’s lap. It doesn’t take long before you feel Jimin’s hands on your ass, his fingers finding their way to your core before teasingly pressing against your remaining empty hole, causing you to cry out.

“Jimin~!” You squeak, your hands gripping Namjoon’s shoulders tightly. 

“Shh, Y/N, you’re the one who was worried about the neighbors.” Jimin chides. But as the words come out of his mouth, a low growl sounds from Namjoon’s throat and his hips suddenly stop with one last harsh slam upwards, and you feel his cum filling you up. “Joon, don't pull out yet, remember how long it took us to clean the hot tub last time.”

Namjoon nods, resting for a moment before scooping you up, exposing your body to the cold air before depositing you on the deck, quickly following behind you so nothing drips into the water. Jimin comes with you, his length bouncing, and Namjoon hands you both towels as you shiver and make your way into the house. You head to the bathroom, drying yourself off and cleaning between your folds when an idea pops into your head. As Namjoon and Jimin come into the bathroom, you slip out and head to your closet, pulling open your underwear drawer and retrieving the bra you bought until your eyes land on the black lingerie set Jimin got you. You hesitate, trying to decide which one to wear, and eventually choose the black set, you’ll keep the other one for later. 

You slip the chemise over your body and slide into the silky robe, loosely fastening it around your waist before sneaking back into the bedroom and climbing into the bed, trying to find a comfortable, but seductive position on the mattress. You prop yourself up on your side, one hand holding your head up, the other lazily dangling in front of your stomach. 

Jimin is the first out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist as he stops cold, his eyes raking over your body. “Wow…” He breathes, his erection still obvious beneath the cover.

Namjoon is close behind, walking into Jimin, confused as to why the other man has stopped until his gaze follows Jimin’s, finally spotting you. “Holy shit…”

They both quickly ditch their towels, scrambling to join you on the bed. Jimin pulls you toward him, planting his lips on yours as he squeezes your waist. You feel Namjoon at your back, his hardened length pressing against you with need as he pulls the robe off your shoulder, his mouth caressing the bare skin there as his hand wraps around to your front and immediately slips between your legs. His fingers slide into your folds and you moan into Jimin’s mouth, your senses set alight by the feeling of both their hands on you. 

“I’m so glad I bought this for you.” Jimin mumbles, tracing your breasts over the fabric. “It looks so good on you baby.” Jimin’s tongue passes your lips, enveloping your mouth with his sweet taste as his own hand joins Namjoon’s between your legs, bypassing your clit, which Namjoon has started drawing circles around, and pushing two fingers directly into your entrance. 

“Jimin~” You gasp, gripping his arm in an attempt to steady yourself. Namjoon places a gentle bite on your neck, just beneath your ear as his fingers wander lower, slithering two fingers in with Jimin’s and stretching you open so deliciously. You throw your head back with a whine, fragmenting at the feeling of them both thrusting inside you at separate paces.

It isn’t long before Namjoon is frustrated with the lack of friction for himself, grabbing your waist and pulling you over so that you’re facing him instead and hooking your leg over his waist as he rolls onto his back, situating you on top of him again, making both you and Jimin laugh at his impatience. 

“Joon, all you had to do was ask.” Jimin giggles, grabbing the elder boy’s cock and lining it up with your entrance for you, watching closely as you slide down on Namjoon to the hilt.

“Shit…” Namjoon groans deep in his chest as he fills you again, his hands gripping your waist tightly, his jaw clenched as he lets out a harsh breath through his teeth. “I couldn’t wait to feel this tight cunt anymore.”

“J-Jimin… Kiss me~” You whimper, pulling Jimin toward you. Jimin smirks, tugging the robe off your shoulders and tossing it to the floor. He moves to capture your lips, but stops and you watch as he looks to Namjoon first

“Hyung,” Jimin reaches behind him and smacks his own ass lightly a few times in question.

“Fuck yes.” Namjoon immediately acquiesces, tugging Jimin’s waist toward him, and making the blonde boy straddle his face.

Namjoon’s hands leave your waist, grabbing Jimin’s instead as he buries his face between Jimin’s cheeks. You can’t see what he’s doing, but you know by the lewd slurping sounds, and the sweet whimpers leaving Jimin’s mouth that he is ravishing Jimin, one of his favorite activities when he’s in heat. 

When Jimin has situated himself comfortably on Namjoon’s lips, he leans forward, guiding your face toward his and kissing you desperately. It’s sloppy, but sweet, Jimin’s tongue making your legs weak as you bounce yourself in Namjoon’s lap.

You reach a hand down and grab Jimin’s cock, stroking it slowly, swallowing the moan that leaves Jimin’s mouth. Jimin slides the straps of your chemise down, exposing your breasts to him and pinching one of your nipples between his fingers in retaliation. Your core contracts harshly around Namjoon at the added stimulation, and you hear him groan as his hips still for only a moment, filling you with his cum once again before he continues thrusting up into you, slipping two fingers into Jimin as he does. 

Jimin’s close, you can see it on his face as your palm rubs tight circles against his tip, watching his face contort from the pleasure. It’s when Namjoon adds a third finger, already sucking on his perineum, that Jimin comes undone, moaning loudly as he throws his head back. You stroke him quickly, watching his chest heave as he cums, painting Namjoon’s stomach and yours with white lines of his release. 

Jimin pulls you in for one last hot kiss before pushing Namjoon’s fingers away and climbing off of him, panting heavily. As he calms down, you watch as Jimin licks his sticky release off of Namjoon’s stomach, and then your own before his tongue continues upwards toward your breasts. He sucks each of them into his mouth in turn, leaving bite marks in his wake as he toys with you, setting your body on fire with his mouth and tongue before bending down and doing the same to Namjoon. 

With a hard pinch of his nipples, Namjoon’s hips stutter again and you feel his cock spasming, his hot release spurting inside you a third time, his chest heaving.

“One- One more.” He groans, never softening.

“One more?” Jimin asks, sitting back and looking at the mess of a man beneath him. “Hyung…”

“Y/N hasn’t- not yet…” Namjoon whines, his hips kicking up into you again more aggressively, gripping your waist hard enough to bruise.

“Noona, you haven’t?” Jimin turns to you. You shake your head, your face flushing with some sort of emotion. Embarrassment? Arousal? You aren’t entirely sure. “Well, we can’t have that.” Jimin smiles smugly, grabbing something out of the bedside table before shuffling behind you on the bed. “Bend over noona, we’ll get you sorted.”

You’re not sure if Jimin’s words are a promise or a threat, but you obey anyway, bending over to press your chest against Namjoon’s, whose arms slide up your back, holding you close. 

“Oh god, Joon, your cum is dripping everywhere. Fuck that’s so hot…” You feel Jimin’s hands on your ass, massaging the flesh before bringing his hand down to smack it. Then you feel his mouth, pressing kisses down your spine, lower and lower until his tongue flicks against your puckered rim, much like Namjoon did to him earlier. He moves quickly, spreading you open so fast your head starts spinning; first with his tongue, then one finger, then two, whispering encouragement the entire time. 

When he deems you ready, you feel the cold drips of lube as he slickens your back entrance and then himself. And then you feel it, the tip of his cock, hard once more, as it presses against you with purpose. Your hands search for purchase, finding the sheets and gripping them until your knuckles turn white, forcing all the tightening in your body to your fingers as you relax your lower half for Jimin, allowing him to inch inside your ass, slowly but surely, until he’s fully seated inside you.

“Ohhh my… hnnng fuck~” Your breath shakes as you exhale, feeling so full, so deliciously and wonderfully full. It’s been so long since you’ve had them both inside you that you almost forgot how incredible it feels. Namjoon, focusing mostly on his own release, wiggles his hips impatiently, causing both you and Jimin to whimper. 

“Fuck, hyung.” Jimin swears under his breath, but Namjoon ignores him, his hips continuing their assault on your center. “Shit…” Jimin pulls back and begins thrusting into you at his own pace, slower and deeper than his elder, feeling every inch of you with each pass. Namjoon is faster, chasing his final high as he bites down at the junction of your neck and shoulder, leaving a bright red mark behind like he always does on the first day of his heat. 

Your entire body is swirling with pleasure, and you know it won’t be much longer before your body shatters into an orgasm. Every nerve feels like it’s been sparked, and with the way their cocks are moving independently of each other inside you makes you feel like you’re going to explode. 

Namjoon cums first, a loud groan erupting from the back of his throat as he fills you one last time with his warmth. He buries himself inside you, pressing into your g-spot as he ruts his hips against you rapidly to milk his high, cumming more than he did the first three times. You follow shortly behind Namjoon, colors bursting as you squeeze your eyes shut, burying your face in the crook of Namjoon’s neck, afraid you might split into pieces as your body shakes from the force of your orgasm, moaning loudly. The contracting of your center is too much for Jimin and he cums right after you, his hands landing on top of Namjoon’s on your hips and whimpering as his release spurts inside you, slamming his cock as deep within you as he can get it as he does everything he can to not collapse on top of you. 

The three of you lay there, panting, exhausted, and sweaty as you come down from bliss together. Namjoon’s hands release your waist, caressing you and Jimin’s sides softly as he waits for you both to be cognizant. 

After a long moment, Jimin sits up, rubbing your back soothingly as he carefully pulls out of you and then lifts your hips off of Namjoon’s length, allowing all of their releases to spill out and dribble down onto Namjoon’s stomach. You lay there as Jimin gets off the bed and walks to the bathroom. You hear the sink running for a bit before it turns off again and Jimin returns to the room, climbing back onto the bed behind you.

“Shit, noona…” Jimin whines. You lift your head and look over your shoulder to see him staring at your center. “You look so good like this.” He leans over to the bedside table and grabs his phone. You hear the ‘click’ of the camera shutter and sit up.

“Jimin, really?”

“Mm, definitely saving that one for later.” He leans forward and presses a kiss to your shoulder before you feel the warmth of a damp washcloth on your center, delicately swiping up between your legs to clean you up. He helps you roll off of Namjoon onto your back on the bed, finishing you before moving onto wiping up Namjoon’s length, being careful not to arouse the black-haired boy again, but Namjoon is already half asleep, stretching as Jimin tugs the covers up over his elder’s body.

Jimin tosses the cloth into the laundry before sliding under the covers with you both, sandwiching you in the middle as he readjusts the straps of your silk dress back onto your shoulders, giving you one last kiss before snuggling up at your side.

“You okay?” He whispers in your ear, laying his arm across your waist. 

“Mm, just sleepy.” You nod, snuggling into him.

Namjoon rolls over toward you, his arm resting just below Jimin’s. “Merry Christmas my loves.” He mutters, eyes already closed. 

“Merry Christmas.” Jimin responds, giving you both a squeeze.

“Merry Christmas.” You echo, settling into their embraces and quickly drifting off to sleep.

.

The next two days go about how you imagined they would. Namjoon’s heat is relentless this time, always needing three or four releases until he passes out for a few hours. You and Jimin take the downtime to rest and eat, not having time or energy for much else. When he wakes up he’s always ready to go immediately, and you and Jimin have both found yourselves bouncing in Namjoon’s lap as you force him to eat something. Anything while he fucks you. He tries, but his body is focused on one thing, and one thing only. 

During the latest rest period, you’re sitting on the couch, Namjoon’s head in Jimin’s lap as he sleeps. You and Jimin are exhausted to say the least, having both already gone head to head with his heat five times today. You run your fingers through Namjoon’s hair as your head rests on Jimin’s shoulder, humming along to the song playing on the tv when your phone goes off on the table next to you. You mindlessly reach over with your free hand as it dings again and pick it up, bringing the phone up to your face to find a few texts from Jin.

Jin (7:39 pm): hey Jin (7:40 pm): what time tomorrow? Jin (7:49 pm): do you want us to bring anything? Jin (7:50 pm): hello?

You turn to Jimin. “Hey did we invite Jin over for something tomorrow that I forgot about?”

“Not that I can think of?” Jimin whispers, not wanting to wake his sleeping elder. “Why?” You hold your phone out to him, showing him the conversation. “Huh, no I don’t remember saying anything.”

You pull the phone back and shoot Jin a response.

You (7:51 pm): Tomorrow?

It takes him no time at all to respond.

Jin (7:51 pm): Tomorrow. Jin (7:51 pm): You guys invited us over for dinner? Jin (7:52 pm): At least that’s what Kook told me?

“Dinner?” You look down at the sleeping boy next to you. “Joon invited them for dinner.” 

“Dinner?” Jimin repeats. “For what?”

“I don’t know. Is that okay, do you think? With his heat the way it is?”

Jimin thinks on this for a bit. “I’m not sure. I mean, if Namjoon invited them, he must think he can handle it, right?”

You sigh, running your fingers through Namjoon’s hair again, admiring his blissfully sleeping face, knowing he would give almost anything to be normal, especially when he’s in his heat. “I’m sure he’ll be fine.”

You (7:57 pm): Tomorrow then. 6ish? Bring dessert. Jin (7:58 pm): Dessert it is

You put your phone back on the table, turning your attention back to the tv when Namjoon shifts in Jimin’s lap, stretching his arms out as he wakes up, feeling you both next to him and giving your thigh a squeeze as he opens his eyes and looks up at you both. 

“What time is it?” He mumbles, rubbing his eyes. 

“Eight.” Jimin responds, brushing the black hair off Namjoon’s forehead. “Did you have a nice nap?”

Namjoon nods, smile still laced with sleep as he looks up at you. “I always sleep better when I’m next to-” He pauses, his ears flattening on his head. “Next to you…” He finishes, shaking his head. 

“What’s wrong Joonie?”

He sits up and looks around the room. “I don’t know. Something feels… off.”

“Off?” You and Jimin exchange a glance.

Namjoon nods. “Like an itch I can't scratch.” He stands up and immediately begins to pace around the room, sniffing, searching for the source of his discomfort. After a minute or so, he flops down onto the floor, a pout plastered on his face as he looks up at you both; ears flat, tail drooping.

You’ve only seen him like this one other time, near the start of your relationship, it was the first time you were introduced to Namjoon’s heats. It had been just the two of you, Jimin wasn’t in the picture yet, and Namjoon looked at you with that same sad face, much more frantic the first time it happened, unable to figure out what was wrong until you wrapped your arms tightly around him and gave him the thing he craved: comfort.

“Joon do you… Do you need to nest?”

“N-nest?” His ears perk up at this, his face flushing bright pink, but he can’t hide the way his tail betrays him, wagging at the thought. “I haven’t done that in so long…”

“Do you think it’s what you need? Is that the feeling?” You question. Namjoon thinks on this for a long moment before looking back up at the two of you and nodding. You quickly turn to Jimin. “Okay. Chim, can you go get the roll out beds from the closet?”

Jimin smiles, happy to help and disappears into the guestroom. You and Namjoon find all the blankets and pillows in the house, bringing them to the living room and depositing them in a pile on the floor. The three of you work quickly, moving the couches and tables out of the way before rolling out the mattresses on the floor in their place, creating a large base for Namjoon to work. 

It takes a bit, you and Jimin watching as Namjoon arranges things to his liking; situating every pillow and blanket to offer him maximum comfort, using the sides of the couches to create a barrier before he finally declares that he’s done, plopping down into the pile as you and Jimin walk over. You can only survey Namjoon’s work for a moment before he yanks the both of you down onto the floor with him, pulling you both close and snuggling down in between you, sighing softly with contentment. 

“Feel better?” You ask, wrapping your arms tightly around Namjoon.

“You were right, this was exactly what I needed.” Namjoon smiles warmly, burying his face in your neck and inhaling deeply. “Thank you, love.”

With the added comfort, Namjoon is rapidly pulled back into sleep, allowing you time to explain to Jimin about the last time this happened and what to expect before you both turn back to mindlessly watch tv, not knowing how long this nap is going to last. 

Not very long.

It’s only about thirty minutes before Namjoon wakes up again, stretching as his nose goes up in the air, inhaling deeply before turning to you, his hand slipping between your legs. 

“Joon-”

“You smell good, baby.” He growls, his fingers pushing your shorts to the side and slipping under your panties, swiftly dancing through your folds. 

You let out a soft sigh, unable to deny how good his fingers feel between your thighs. He dips them into your entrance, gathering your wetness for only a moment before pulling them back out and bringing his hand up to his mouth, his tongue flicking out to lick up the taste of you as he groans. 

In no time, Namjoon has pulled your shorts and underwear off and is laying on his stomach, arms hooked under your legs as his mouth finds your center, his plush lips sucking on the sensitive flesh before dragging his tongue across your clit. You throw your head back from the bolt of pleasure that surges up your spine, moaning at the feeling. Namjoon’s always been so good at eating you, taking pleasure in doing it, and knowing exactly which spots to hit, which buttons to press to get you worked up in no time at all. 

Jimin smirks at the two of you, scooting up to your side and guiding your lips to his; biting down on your bottom lip before deftly slipping his tongue into your mouth. Namjoon’s tongue wanders lower and Jimin’s hand slides up under your shirt, pinching your nipple at the same time Namjoon’s tongue finds your entrance, prodding into it as his nose grazes against your bud over and over. Your hands find purchase in Namjoon’s hair when he thrusts three fingers deep inside you, stretching your walls deliciously as his tongue makes its way back up to your clit, dragging the muscle across it until you’re panting with need. 

“Joon, fuck~” You whimper, breaking the kiss with Jimin as you tug the elder boy closer to your core, suddenly desperate for release. 

Jimin notices how far gone you already are and changes his target, moving down to sit on his knees behind Namjoon, tapping the boy’s hips to get them up for him. Namjoon obeys, lifting his hips and you watch through lidded eyes as Jimin pulls Namjoon’s boxers off. He tosses them to the side before slickening his fingers with spit and tracing them around Namjoon’s entrance, watching as it pulses eagerly to be filled. Jimin acquiesces, pushing two fingers past the resistance as Namjoon groans against you, sending vibrations through your nerves. 

Namjoon wraps his lips around your clit, sucking hard as he rubs his fingers against the inside of your walls, finding that spot inside you that makes you melt and pressing against it relentlessly, having to hold your thighs down as he does. In a matter of seconds, you cum on his tongue, gripping his hair between your fingers until your knuckles turn white, your toes curling next to his head as your body shivers beneath him.

Namjoon coasts you through your orgasm, but as the feeling fades, he doesn’t stop, only lessening the strength of his mouth on you, making you whine loudly from overstimulation. He ignores you, and you sit up to protest just in time to see Jimin on his knees, his cock slick with lube as he presses it between Namjoon’s cheeks, filling him with his thick, throbbing length. 

Namjoon moans low and long, his mouth releasing you and his fingers stilling as Jimin fills him a little quicker than he probably should, but Namjoon seems to be relishing in the way Jimin slides inside of him, so you only watch, mouth agape with fascination as Jimin’s eyes squeeze shut, his hands finding Namjoon’s lower back as his hips smack against his elder’s ass. 

“S-shit hyung…” Jimin curses, his breathing heavy. 

Namjoon doesn’t respond, only grabbing your thighs and pulling you against his mouth again, groaning as his tongue dips back into your folds. 

“Joon~!” You squeak when you feel his fingers begin to pick up their pace again.

You sit up on your elbows, watching as Jimin leans over Namjoon, fucking him roughly. Your eyes flick down to Namjoon’s face between your legs, his eyes are closed as he ravishes you, his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure and concentration as he drags his tongue up your slit. Namjoon whimpers into you when Jimin’s pace increases, knowing that neither of them are going to last much longer. 

“Joonie,” You whine, trying to lift his face to look at you. His eyes open and flick up to meet your gaze before pulling off you with a lewd slurp. “Fuck me…” 

Namjoon nods, looking over his shoulder at Jimin who heard your plea, and slowly pulls out of Namjoon, allowing him to sit up. You look down at his cock, hot and red with need and notice a puddle of his white release on the blanket under him, realizing that he’s already cum at least twice. He ignores it, simply scooting up between your thighs and leaning over you, pressing his lips to yours as he pushes his cock inside you. He goes slowly, agonizingly so, and when he seats himself inside you, you feel his hips twitch as he cums a third time, the squeeze of your walls too much for him today.

Namjoon stills himself and waits patiently for Jimin to reenter him, gasping as Jimin’s length stretches him open again. Namjoon immediately begins moving, fucking you and himself at a rapid, unforgiving pace as he matches the speed of Jimin’s hips against him. The room is filled with the loud squelching coming from between both your legs, along with the delicate, desperate moans coming from all three of you. 

Your body is drowning in pleasure as Namjoon brings his thumb down to circle your clit, his cock filling you perfectly over and over. Your head feels underwater, your mind only able to process the waves of pleasure as they surge through your body. It takes no time at all for your second orgasm to creep up, washing over you with a loud cry and pulling you into its embrace. You hear Namjoon curse above you, but you’re too wrapped up in your own bliss to think anything of it. 

Your core spasms around Namjoon’s length, forcing him into another orgasm as he slams his hips against you, burying himself to the hilt as he cums, his chest heaving with the effort before he collapses on top of you. Jimin isn’t far behind, falling into the domino effect as Namjoon tightens around him, bringing his orgasm up fast and slamming it into him as he fills Namjoon with his warmth. 

Jimin pulls out and collapses on the blankets next to you, panting heavily as he tries to bring his mind back to reality. Namjoon tries to get up but you pull him back to you for a sweet kiss before letting him. He very gingerly pulls out of you before stretching his arms above his head as you both sit up. You look down at the mess he made on the blankets before looking over at Jimin to see his breathing has finally returned to normal. You grab the dirtied blanket and stand up, making your way to the bathroom. You toss the soiled piece in the laundry basket before cleaning yourself up, careful of your sensitive folds, before grabbing a washcloth and wetting it with warm water.

You make your way back out to the living room, to find your boys already snuggled together and Namjoon already fast asleep. You kneel down and gently wipe both of them up, getting a soft ‘thank you’ from Jimin as you walk back to the bathroom to dispose of the cloth and pull on a t-shirt. As you walk back into the living room, you can hear Jimin’s soft snores have joined Namjoon’s and you giggle to yourself, laying yourself down on Jimin’s free side and curling up to his body, pulling a blanket over the three of you before settling down to sleep.

.

The next morning you wake up to the sounds of soft panting and someone holding back their moans, you open your eyes to see Jimin’s face buried in the sheets next to you, muffling the sounds of his whimpers as Namjoon pounds into him roughly from behind. Neither of them are looking at you, so you simply sit back and enjoy the show.

You’ve always loved watching the two of them together, but especially now, when they don’t know you’re paying attention, you focus on the little ways their bodies react to each other; Jimin’s hips pressing back against Namjoon, begging for more; and Namjoon’s hand placement, one on Jimin’s lower back, arching it for him while caressing the skin there, the other gripping Jimin’s waist firmly, occasionally letting go to place a harsh smack against his ass. 

You watch Namjoon’s hips still for the second time since you woke up and your gaze flicks up to his face, obsessed with the way his head falls back, his mouth open, a low groan vibrating from his chest as his hips start moving again within seconds. Jimin’s hands fist the blankets beneath him, crying out as Namjoon immediately returns to his rapid, almost brutal pace. You can’t help yourself as you reach out and grab Jimin’s length where it bounces between his legs. Jimin jolts, his head shooting up to find where the extra stimulus is coming from, and his glazed eyes meet yours, a whine falling from his parted lips. 

“N-noona…” He gasps. “I couldn’t- He wouldn’t wait, I’m sorry.”

You bring your free hand up to his face and cup his cheek. “It’s okay Chim, I know.”

Jimin only moans as a smack reverberates throughout the room, causing you to tighten your grip on his cock. You chance a glance up at Namjoon to see his eyes have opened and his heated gaze is currently trained on you, desire obvious on his features, panting heavily as he nears his final release. It doesn’t take much longer, a few more pumps and Namjoon comes undone, eyes rolling back in his head as he slams into Jimin, filling the blonde to the brim with his hot cum. 

“H-hyung!” Jimin pouts as Namjoon pulls out of him and collapses onto the makeshift bed next to him. “I was so close…”

“I know, I’m sorry.” Namjoon’s chest heaves as he speaks, eyes half closed. “I couldn’t hold it anymore.”

You grab some tissues from the pack you brought out last night and use them to wipe Namjoon up as sleep begins to claim him. “I’ll take care of him Joonie, you get some rest, okay? Breakfast when you get up.” Namjoon nods, rolling over and quickly falling asleep. “Come on Jimin, let’s take a shower.”

You stand and take Jimin’s hand, pulling him with you as you make your way back to the bedroom, but before you can lead him into the bathroom, Jimin stops, tugging you toward him as he shuts the bedroom door behind you. 

“Your turn.” He growls, tossing you onto the bed. 

“Jimin!” You giggle.

“Just a quick one?” He begs, his eyes pleading as he climbs on top of you, his cock still hard as ever. 

“I figured we’d do it in the shower, but here works too.” You relent, smiling at him. 

Jimin leans down and presses his lips against yours as he settles himself between your legs, his length brushing your folds, already soaked from watching their display. He makes quick work of your t-shirt, tossing it on the floor as he finds your entrance, swallowing the gasp that leaves your mouth as he stretches you open. 

“Jimin~” You whimper as he holds himself still inside you, a smirk on his face as his lips move to your neck, sucking on the sweet spot just below your ear as his hips begin to move.

Jimin fucks you slowly, sensually, hitting every spot inside you that makes you weak, his mouth constantly moving from your neck to your shoulder, and then back to your lips, pressing kisses to every inch of skin he can reach as he pushes into you over and over, lighting up your nerves like sparks. 

In no time at all, your head is reeling from the pleasure he provides, his thick cock filling you just right with every thrust. You’re keening into his every touch, your body rapidly hurtling you towards your high in a matter of minutes. Jimin’s soft moans quickly get higher and higher, alerting you that he’s right there with you, feeling everything that your body feels as the two of you simply can’t get enough of each other. 

A few more well placed thrusts, coupled with his lips moving against yours again, and your bodies come undone, your highs surrounding you with bliss as you moan each other’s names. You feel Jimin’s warmth fill you as he presses his forehead against your shoulder, his breathing as heavy as your own. The two of you lay like this for a while, tangled together as you relish in this unusually soft moment. Neither of you usually have time for anything like this during Namjoon’s heats, used to the older boy’s rough and needy pace, but you both needed it. 

Jimin carefully pulls out, placing one last kiss against your lips as he sits back on his knees with a sigh, smiling down at your flushed body. He holds his hand out to you, and you take it, allowing him to pull you up off the bed with him and tug you into the bathroom. He starts the shower and you both hop in, quickly cleaning yourselves up and sudsing down your tired bodies. You discuss what to make for dinner, and decide to send Jimin to the store to get ingredients while you take care of Namjoon.

When you’re clean, you both dress and Jimin heads to the store. You walk back out into the living room to see Namjoon is still fast asleep. You lay down next to him and snuggle up to his side, brushing his hair out of the way as you admire his sleeping face. You feel bad, knowing his heat must really be taking its toll on him if he’s sleeping this much in between. You sigh and turn on the tv, enjoying the peaceful moment while it lasts. 

After about an hour, Namjoon stirs, his eyes fluttering open as his grip tightens around you, pulling you close.

“Hi there.” You whisper, pressing a kiss to his forehead. 

“Hi baby.” He mumbles, sniffing the air, still not fully awake. “Where’s Jimin?”

“Store,” You state. “We needed a few things for tonight.”

“Tonight?” Namjoon stretches as he sits up. 

“Yeah, for dinner.” You explain. “Apparently you invited Jin and Jeongguk over.”

“Jin?” Namjoon’s eyes go wide. “That’s tonight? It’s the 28th already?”

“Time flies when all you do is sleep. And fuck.” You joke, standing up and walking over to the kitchen. “Are you going to be okay or should we cancel?”

“I-I’ll be fine.” Namjoon nods, following close behind you. “I’ll be good.” He adds, knowing what you’re worried about.

“I know you will, Joonie.” You open the fridge and search its contents. “Speaking of, what is this dinner for anyway?”

“Well… I just wanted to be nice, I guess.”

“Mm.” You eye him carefully. “So this has nothing to do with you wanting to sleep with Jeongguk?”

“What?” Namjoon bursts. “N-not really, why would you think that?”

“I’m just asking.” You shrug. “Now, breakfast? Or, well,” You look at the clock on the stove. “Lunch?”

“I can think of one thing I want to eat.” Namjoon growls, grabbing your waist.

You smack his hands away. “Nope.”

“What?” He pouts, reaching for you again.

“After you eat. If you’re going to behave tonight I need you to eat something first.”

Namjoon narrows his eyes at you before he rolls them. “Fine.” 

“Good boy.”

You make a quick lunch for the two of you and have him sit at the table as he eats. When he’s done, you also make him go take a shower, knowing this might be the only time he can take one undistracted before your guests arrive. He relents, quickly making his way to the bathroom. You hear the shower turn on and relax in the nest, scrolling on your phone as you wait for him to come back. 

When he’s done, he walks back into the living room and flops down next to you in the makeshift bed, pulling you close to him and nuzzling his face into your neck. He doesn’t try anything for a bit, enjoying just being next to you and watching a movie. 

Halfway through the movie, however, his hands start to wander, caressing your waist and breasts before he slides a hand between your legs, fingers pressing lightly against your folds as you feel his length start to poke at your back. You roll over in his arms and push his back down against the blankets, tugging his boxers down before seating yourself between his legs and taking his length in your hand, giving the base a tight squeeze before beginning to stroke him. 

Namjoon’s head falls back at your touch, moaning lowly as you provide him with the relief he craves. You lean down, your elbows on either side of his hips and take his tip into your mouth, sucking harshly on it as your hand continues to squeeze him. Namjoon gasps, his hips bucking up as you sink your mouth down slowly, enveloping him with your lips until you have the entirety of his length in your throat. 

Just as you swallow around him, you hear the front door open, and as you repeat the motion, causing Namjoon to whimper, Jimin comes up the stairs, his hands full of grocery bags. 

“Oh my god…” Jimin groans at the sight before him, nearly dropping the bags. You shoot him a wink, pulling off Namjoon. 

“Can you get everything started?” You ask, stroking Namjoon roughly. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

Jimin nods, cursing under his breath as he walks into the kitchen. 

You turn your attention back to Namjoon, wrapping your lips around his tip again and flicking your tongue against the underside of his head, digging it into the sensitive spot just below his ridge as he gasps, his hands lacing in your hair as he holds your head still. You feel his release paint your tongue and swallow before sinking down lower, enjoying the whimper that leaves his mouth as you do. 

“One… One more.” Namjoon gasps, already panting. 

“Mm.” You acknowledge him, your mouth never leaving his length as you begin to bob your head up and down, dragging your tongue along his underside as you do.

Namjoon guides your movements, his hands never leaving your hair as he directs you, shallow at first, then deeper and deeper until he buries himself in the back of your throat, holding himself there for several seconds before he allows you to pull back and breathe, a string of saliva connecting you to his length as your lungs gasp for breath. 

“Shit…” Namjoon grunts at the sight of you before pulling you back toward him, immediately thrusting into your throat and holding himself there, repeating this process over and over, barely giving you time to breathe in between, too wrapped up in the tightening of your throat around him. 

You bring a hand up to fondle his balls and that’s what finally sends him over the edge, his hot cum spurting down your throat as he ruts himself against your face, milking the feeling for as long as he can before his body relaxes against the blankets with a sigh.

You pull off of him, licking your lips and swallowing any remaining cum before sitting back on your knees, admiring the shell of a man beneath you. “Good?” You ask.

Namjoon nods, already curling up in the blankets and pillows. “Thank you baby.” He mutters. You lean over and press a kiss to his cheek before leaving him to rest and getting up to join Jimin in the kitchen; trying to prepare yourself for one hell of a night that awaits you.

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Copyright © Inkjam-Moon 2025

[midnightwind]

you guys like me going off on random DA tangents and musings, right?? because I've been awake too long so you're getting another one

I have been sat here trying to figure out Why Lucanis' prison looks like a bunch of ice and why it was so far away from the "lab" settings for a while now. (arguably two rooms fit this description, the one where Lucanis tells you about Zara and the one right outside his phylactery room) Like, even without that bridge being broken, it's in such a bizarre corner of the Ossuary. And I mean, it wouldn't really matter with a normal prisoner, but Lucanis was a notorious Crow and mage killer on top of that, plus he was Zara's special little guy to fuck with. You would not want to take him for a long walk to experience the worst shit on earth every few days. Maybe it's close enough to the little room where he mentions Zara and maybe she wanted him close to the door so she didn't have to go far to torture him, but again, leaving such a challenging subject close to the exit seems like a bad choice. You want him to have to get through so many guys and doors before escaping so you have time to take him down.

This also ignores the magic required to leave, but they're not clear on what that is and not all the Venatori are mages so there's gotta be a mundane way out he could snatch off a guard. I digress, the whole ice cage and far off room doesn't make sense. But we know they were shipping demons to Zara. (I'm pretty sure the few demons you confront in Minrathous were Zara's little pets set loose so we can assume she wanted them in the capital for the eventual Venatori coup on the crown) If Zara was about to be stuck in Minrathous for the foreseeable future, setting things into motion for Elgar'nan, I could see her wanting her pet Crow at her side. Especially if you consider the initial idea for Lucanis: he was going to be a mind controlled murder puppet before you break him out.

Sure, Spite didn't crack open his ribcage and crawl out like some new horror, but having a demon in Lucanis lets her control him via the phylactery if not just outright with her blood magic. Maybe his will was too strong for mundane control, but the phylactery works. We know it works based off of Lucanis' dialogue about it. So we know she had a surefire way to keep him under control. (There's a whole other post exploring the amount of dead Venatori and the fact that Lucanis still has his leathers and weapons [which would make sense if he was Zara's murder puppet, but alas] and whether Lucanis recently made a break for it or if the loose demons/spirits/undead killed them all) Maybe he kept his leathers because Zara wanted him presentable upon delivery, I don't know.

But I do think he was being prepped to move. The Ossuary is falling apart, Zara is pulling all the best results, they're losing personnel and servants without being given more; Zara was clearly moving on from that location. But she wanted her little Antivan prize. He's too dangerous to move normally, a Crow is likely to escape if given an inch especially a skilled one like Lucanis, so they need to lock him down somehow. Ropes and chains aren't reliable, not with a Crow, but he's not a mage. You can use magic. You can literally put him on ice. I think they were packaging him up in an ice cube and doing it next(ish) to the door so they could more easily move him. I think Zara was going to take him and his phylactery to Minrathous and use him to cause some absolutely ruthless mayhem in the city before her cult took it over.

I think Rook showing up weakened the spell being cast just enough for Lucanis and Spite to break out, and I think it saved a whole lot of lives.

[ezrazwrldz]

abstragedy week day 2!

confession

gangle’s pov!

this is it..! today’s the day i tell zooble just how i feel. the complete, honest truth. ragatha and pomni both seem convinced that they’re into me too, but honestly..? why would they be? they’re so cool and smart and strong and kind.. and i’m just me. it feels hopeless. but i promised i’d try. and what better way to try other than art?

i grab my pencils and sketchpad, and start sketching away. they’re the one i like drawing most out of all my friends. their simple shapes make it easy to break down and simplify, and i can add whatever limbs i like-! i can even design new ones, and i love that type of creative freedom. though, this time, it seems like each and every attempt i make isn’t good enough. their eyes too far apart, head too small.. nothing looks right. nothing feels like it’s right for zooble. it’s not perfect enough..!

eventually, i put my equipment down, a small stifled sob leaving me. and another. and another. more and more, until i completely break down in tears, trembling a little from how hard i’m crying. i just wanted this to be right for them.. for it to be perfect. they deserve that, no matter how much they tell me they love how i draw them. there’s a look in their eyes, a look of distance and longing. as if they want something more, something different. and i want to be the one to give them what they want, even if i don’t exactly know what that is.

i recollect myself, stepping outside my room and heading to the grounds, which i know they’re hanging out at. talking to ragatha, as she promised she’d distract them whilst i got my art ready. but, i don’t have a drawing to give them. only words of pure, genuine love.

“..zooble..? can i talk to you.?” i ask, stammering. i don’t dare to look them in the eyes, as if simply that would give away my intentions. irregardless, they met me with that familiar cool kindness.

“hey, gangle, what’s up?” they ask. despite not having a mouth, i could see a smile on their eyes, a smile that was truly glad to see me. they were happy to see me. this was the norm, but every time i still got those familiar butterflies in my stomach, that joy of someone as cool and unbothered as them being truly happy to see me.

i take a few deep breaths, bracing myself for what im about to confess. “..ithinkiminlovewithyou- like, ever since the day we first met you’ve done nothing but be so, so, so kind and honest to me and just- you’re perfect- i love you so, so, so, so , so much- and it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, i’ll understand-“ i ramble, only managing to put my hand over my mouth after everything had spilled out. oh, no…

i finally look up at them, being met with soft, wide eyes. “oh- uh- i don’t know what to say-“ they begin, causing my heart to stop and stomach drop. but what they said next changed my world: “..i love you too, gangle. i don’t know why i didn’t tell you sooner.. but, yeah. i love you.”

i immediately squeal and envelop them in a hug of pure love and joy. they’ve never exactly been a great hugger, but i don’t mind.

i love them no matter what.

[thepenultimateword]

Monster Compendium

CW: Murder scene, some gore

Petra sat as still as stone. Half out of habit, half to avoid unnecessary attention. She’d helped put at least half of the villains present away; the last thing she needed was to cause an uproar before she even completed what she came here for.

"Cillian Morse, aka 'Monstrosity'," the judge said. "Please come to the stand."

The villain rose from the bench of handcuffed, grey-clad criminals, packed side by side like sardines in a can.

The Superpowered Penitentiary and Rehabilitation Center (SPARC) was overstuffed. Because of this, their semiannual parole hearing usually involved slotting as many prisoners as possible into one big day-long hearing. Maybe not the smartest idea when half the criminals present had some of the most dangerous, volatile powers on record, while the other half were too clever to be kept in a regular prison, but that was the city government for you. Impatient. Lazy.

Sure they had a line of guards on every wall, but who would that stop if any of these criminals had skipped suppressor meds?

As Monstrosity settled into his new seat at the head of the room, he swiveled his head around at the crowd. He met Petra's eyes at the back and blinked, tilting his head a little before grinning widely.

Petra didn't even blink.

"Mr. Morse," the judge said, scanning the file in front of him. "It seems you've been a resident at SPARC for three years now."

"You seem correct, sir," Monstrosity said. He tucked his hands under his chin, fixing that wide grin on the judge now.

"Your last 3 hearings deemed you unfit for parole." His finger trailed down the page. "Lack of empathy, uncooperative in therapy, riling other inmates, cheeking the super suppressors you've been prescribed, a downright refusal to make outside goals. I could go on."

Monstrosity waved his hand nonchalantly. "I was immature then. Angry. Lost. In denial. Over the last year, I've made vast improvements, as you'll see in my chart."

He mimed a page-turn.

The judge raised his brows but flipped to the next page in the file. His eyes scanned it from top to bottom.

"You have been successfully medicated for 8 months. Ah, and you passed your sanity test… and reintegration tests.” He narrowed his eyes at the page. “Your goal is to work at an animal shelter?"

"What can I say, I'm an animal guy."

"You've been expressly forbidden from interacting with any biological entities."

Monstrosity tilted his head with all the innocence of a puppy caught chewing shoes again. "Little hard to enforce that. Biological entities are all around us. Birds, grass spiders...heck, your honor, you are a biological entity."

The judge frowned severely. "Do you really want to make a threat right now, Mr. Morse?"

"What? We can't state facts anymore?" Monstrosity raised his locked hands in front of him. "All I'm saying is shelter or not, I will have access, so why bar me from a supervised space? Besides, I assume I'll be on meds still?"

The judge scoffed quietly as he scanned the file again. "It's indefinite how long you'll stay on suppressor meds." He looked up from the page and folded his hands together on the bench. "Tell me, Mr. Morse, do you know why you were sent to SPARC? Have you ever felt any remorse?"

For just an instant Monstrosity looked uncomfortable, but then he swallowed and it was gone, replaced by another smile. "The name sort of says it all. I was a monstrosity. I needed to be taken off the street." He smiled a little wider. Petra thought he might've meant it to look grateful, but to her, he looked like a hyena baring fangs. "But SPARC cured me."

The judge waited for more, perhaps something on that remorse question, but when Monstrosity didn't offer it he continued with the final question.

"Do you believe that you are reformed?"

"1000%," Monstrosity said, raising his right hand oathlike.

The judge gathered the file pages up in his hands, tapping them against the bench until they were even. "Unfortunately, I don't find you genuine."

Monstroisty opened his mouth but the judge continued.

"Eight months of good behavior is not a guarantor of rehabilitation. Make it last a whole year and we'll see at the next hearing. Cillian Morse will remain at SPARC for the next 6 months." He banged his gavel like a seal on the end of his sentence.

Monstrosity's entire expression morphed. Gone was the playful puppy, something toothy and terrible taking its place. "You--"

"Excuse me," Petra interrupted.

The entire room swiveled. A few criminals flinched back, but most started cursing furiously, the bitterness soon rising from loud voices to full out shouts.

The judge banged his gavel repeatedly until the criminals quieted enough that he could at least be heard over them. "Sentencer."

Petra didn't miss the way he looked at her, with little more respect than he looked at these criminals, but with more wariness. After all, she wasn't taking suppressors.

"You were not expected. I hope you have something relevant to add for you to interrupt."

Petra strode up the aisle, past the guards, past the shouting and lunging criminals, right up to the bench. She folded her hands neatly behind her back.

"I have an order from the top to take Cillian Morse into temporary custody."

The judge narrowed his eyes. ''Orders from who?"

“Accolade." Then, in case the director of SIRA (Superhuman Investigation and Response Agency) wasn't enough, "Chief Sanders and the warden also signed off on it." She reached into her pocket for the signed document. "I have proof of the order here if you need it."

The judge read over the page scrutinizingly, taking in all the unpleasantness that Petra had hesitated to voice somewhere so public.

"What makes you think that a villain could be any help in a criminal investigation?" he said finally.

"Body modification is his specialty."

"It seems risky."

"He will be under my supervision throughout the day and he will be returned to SPARC every night," Petra said coolly. "Any exceptions will be signed off directly with the prison."

Petra played along, but they both knew it wasn't in the judge's authority to say no. Yes, he could sentence the prisoners to more or less time in SPARC, but the warden and the prison's directors were the ones who decided if prisoners could be taken off the premises. It was only because today was hearing day that Petra was here instead of standing in front of a cell.

"If he's so important go ahead and take him." The judge extended the order back to her. As she went to take it, he suddenly leaned in close, voice lowered but commanding. "Keep him on his medication."

Petra pulled back without reaction. That wasn't her job. The orderlies at SPARC gave dosages once a day. Her responsibility was just to keep a good eye on the criminal so he would try to slip away.

She nodded curtly in Monstrosity's direction, and the man quickly rose to his feet, trotting after her with a smug smile.

"Bye," he sang to other criminals. "I'll see you all for dinner!"

"Screw you, Monstrosity!" one of the criminals shouted after him.

"Sorrrry, I don’t date criminals!”

That only made the group of villains rowdier, but Petra closed the door on the noise, and soon enough they were descending the steps of the courthouse.

Monstrosity trotted faster to catch up with her stride, cozying up against her shoulder. “Together at last.”

Petra shrugged him off, but the resistance only made Monstrosity bounce back more aggravating. He didn't touch this time, but he lingered close. The tiny sliver of space he left between them like a tease, an insistence he wasn't doing anything, while obviously putting in effort for something.

"Really, I never knew the Sentence had such a crush on me. A hero breaking a villain out of jail? It's so Romeo and Juliet!"

"Not a jailbreak," Petra clarified, pulling out her keys and clicking the bottom button until she heard the locks click on the little tightly parked sedan. "A temporary consultation."

"Riiight," Monstrosity winked. "Oh is this your car? Not exactly what I picture when I hear 'Sentencer'. I kinda thought you would drive around in some sort of Batmobile type vehicle. But nice parking. I love a person who knows how to parallel park."

Petra opened the passenger side door

Monstrosity pouted a little at her non-reaction but slid obediently into the passenger seat.

Petra took a breath before walking around the other side of the car. This was just how Monstrosity was. He’d probably flirt with a brick wall if he thought he could get something out of it. Not that he was one to actually keep up with any of the people he succeeded in wooing. A few of the informants she'd worked with to track him down had called him objectively charming--well, when he didn't have a rat tail or an extra set of arms or any of his other quote-unquote "freakish modifications"--but Petra didn't really see the appeal.

Petra spared the criminal a glance out of the corner of her eye.

Hypothetically, this time when he was on his suppression meds was the chance to see him as wholly human as possible, but he didn’t seem much different from any of the other villains at SPARC. Close clipped hair. Dark circles under the eyes. Baggy gray prison jumpsuit with the prison’s acronym across the back in bright orange and three matching stripes wrapping up each ankle and wrist. He was tall, probably about as tall as her, but he walked with a slump. At the very least, his eyes were something. A sharp pale gray, like frosted steel, piercing into everything he turned them upon.

"So where to?" Monstrosity said.

"Crime scene."

"Yay!"

"Don't be so happy about it; it's not exactly pretty."

"I expect crime scenes rarely are," Monstrosity said, grinning.

Petra started the engine.

“Excuse me, you’re not going to put me in danger by depriving me of a seatbelt, are you?” Monstrosity waved his cuffed hands in the air.

"Your arms work."

"The cuffs dig into my wrists whenever I bend them."

Petra flicked on her turn signal to enter traffic. "Sounds like a personal problem."

"So mean," he said. He twisted halfway around, holding his arms rigid and straight as he grasped for the belt. It took him a few tries, but he did manage to buckle himself. No sooner had the buckle clicked, than he tossed himself melodramatically against the door, the backs of his hands raised to his forehead. "And you call yourself a hero."

"We'll arrive in 10 minutes."

He side-eyed her. "You're not much of a conversationalist."

"Why should I be?"

"Fun? Entertainment? To pass the time?"

"I'm driving to a brutal crime scene with a handcuffed criminal. Does that sound fun to you?"

"It doesn't sound not fun." He slumped in his seat. "Just saying, for someone whose powers are in their voice, I thought you'd use it more."

Petra clenched the steering wheel. "No more talking."

"Seeee, that's what I'm saaaying," Monstrosity mumbled.

Petra ignored the partial taunt in his tone.

To be honest, she wasn't entirely sure why she was doing this. Yes, the scene was...interesting. And Monstrosity had experience both in criminal activity and biological manipulation, but she'd worked hard to get each one of these criminals off the street in the first place. She didn't love taking them back out. Monstrosity had been particularly tough to corner. She'd only set eyes on him a couple of times before her team had managed to pinpoint his location and make a collective attack. The element of surprise had been critical for that success even with all five of them.

Monstrosity had certainly lived up to his name that night.

No, out of all of the criminals Petra had put away, she couldn't take credit for Monstrosity. She never managed to get a proper read of him either. Usually when she investigated a criminal, she--in a way--got to know them. She learned their motives, their background, their character. All she knew about Monstrosity was that he was inhuman. Not only in the grotesque presentation of his powers but in his soul. He might have come off as charming to some, but he held no regard for anyone but himself.

The Welcome to Noville sign blurred as they passed it, and Monstrosity straightened in his seat.

"I thought you said the sight was ten minutes away."

"It is."

"But we're leaving the city."

"Not far."

She abruptly turned off on a dirt road so narrow it could barely count as a proper exit.

Monstrosity braced himself against the door.

"Be gentle with me Tency, I haven't been in a car chase in a while."

"Tency?" she growled.

"Not a lot of good nicknames for The Sentencer." He said "The Sentencer" like an old cartoon narrator announcing the hero.

"I don't do nicknames."

"Wow. You really are no fun, Tency."

Petra was not going to grace that obvious provocation with a response.

The grass grew tall and obscuring the further they traveled down the road, casting shade over the car. The blades reached over and through the rotting split-rail fences of abandoned private property.

She slowed a bit to maneuver around the roots of an enormous tree growing out of the left side of the road. Why anyone would build a road without fully clearing it she didn't know; maybe the tree was property too, preventing its removal as much as the fields prevented the road's expansion.

Monstrosity cricked his neck upward to look up through the windshield.

"Ugh."

"What?"

"Why are a zillion creepy tissue paper ghosts tied up there?"

Petra quickly glanced up into the depth of the trees, catching glimpses of swinging white.

"I only noticed the ribbons." She paused. "Probably just a tradition from one of the landowners."

They curved around the bend in the road and the stone ruins of a building came into view.

"Someone actually owns this place?"

"Trevon Bass and Theo O'Hannon. They're joint owners. Bought the land over two decades ago to use as farmland. And they did, a couple miles out."

Two cars--a police cruiser and a black Volkswagen--were already parked in front of the stone wall, so Petra pulled up beside them.

"But apparently this house here is historical. Meaning the direct area may also have historical value. They didn't want to mess with it, and now only come out occasionally to ensure no one is vandalizing or squatting in it. Bass found the body yesterday."

"Body? Oh, this is interesting."

Petra jerked the gear stick into park. He really was too excited about this.

She got out of the car and walked around to open the passenger side door, eying the neighboring Volkswagen all the way. It was one of the shared agency vehicles. What was another Hero doing here?

"Such a gentleman," Monstrosity said, stretching a little as he slipped out. He closed his eyes against the breeze for a moment and sucked in a deep breath.

"Mm. It's rained recently."

"Unfortunately, yes," Petra said. "Come on, let's see what you make of it."

She slipped sideways through a gap between the crumbling walls, avoiding looking to her left as she came into the "inside" of the building. As she entered, the two men at the center of the ruins looked at her--one short, mustached, and in a suit and the other in sweats and muscle shirt with the caption "Athletics Check" over a 20-sided dice, piles of long blond hair cascading out of his half ponytail and down his back.

"Detective Valero. Prophet." She acknowledged the blond with a short nod.

“Heeey, Sentencer!” Prophet beamed, clapping an arm around her shoulders and shaking her playfully. "Accolade told me you'd be slinking around the scene at some point today, but I thought by this point we'd missed you!"

Petra grimaced but before she could speak, Monstrosity bumped against her back.

Prophet leaned around her. "Is that--"

"Oh, it's future boy!" Monstrosity pointed.

"Er...it's Prophet."

"Right, right, right, visions and predicting stuff and all that. Isn't your deal predicting bad things before they happen? How is that going to work for you when you're here post-crime?

Prophet turned his gaze back to Petra. "What's he doing here?"

"Orders from Accolade. He's consulting."

"Why?"

"Because this wasn't a regular murder."

"Well, yeah that's why they call us. That doesn't mean--"

"Prophet," she interrupted, voice cold. "You follow your orders and I'll follow mine. Is that clear?"

He flinched. For a moment, she could see the thoughts running through his eyes, deciding whether her words held power or were merely convincing.

"Right," he finally said and stepped back a couple paces. “Um…I've been trying to read the scene, for an hour now. But, uh, the future keeps looping in on itself. I just keep seeing…”

He motioned to the Petra’s left and she finally allowed herself to turn fully toward it. It had been worse last night before all the pieces had been collected, but once again she was taken aback by the sheer breadth of the gore.

Nearly the entire wall was stained with a rusty splatter that extended onto the edge of the adjacent wall and the undersides of the dewy grass blades growing at the base.

Monstrosity stepped forward, cocking his head a little. “This blood spray is massive. What? Did your victim explode?”

Petra shot him a look. “Yes.”

[wwooyology]

You're Mine Baby | K.YS

「pairing」 : ex bf!yeosang x fem!reader 「word count」 : 3.2k

「synopsis」 : you and yeosang had been broken up for at least a year now, but when you come back to town and saw him with another girl it sets you off. he was only supposed to be yours and this time you were going to make sure that he understood that.

「genre」 : psychological horror/thriller, angst, dark romance, slight gore

「warnings」 : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, DARK THEMES!!!, cussing, tiny bit of kissing, stalking, reader has SEVERE mental illnesses (she's just straight psychotic), gore, blood, murder, stabbing, use of a weapon (knife), name-calling (skank...), manipulation, threats, hitting/slapping, blackmail(?), reader is in love obsessed with yeosang, mentions of a therapist/mental hospital, EXTREME violence, petnames (my love, baby…), yelling/shouting, fighting, anger issues, gaslighting, reader lowkey gives off 'if I can't have you no one can' vibes, kidnapping, implied use of drugs/sedative, possessiveness, lmk if I missed anything bc I feel like I did…

「now playing」 : kill bill by sza

「notes」 : this is some dark shit so I HEAVILY advice you to carefully look over ALL of the warnings before you proceed with reading!! also if this isn't your type of thing that is perfectly fine, but please keep your unnecessary comments to yourself, thank you.

It was late afternoon when you found yourself sitting outside a cafe, an iced coffee sitting on the table in front of you as you stirred the ice around with your straw. However, your eyes were focused on the couple laughing away with each other on the other side of the window. Your eyes narrow as you watch the girl lean onto the male, anger coursing through your veins. That was supposed to be you, not some worthless skank.

How long has it been since you last saw Yeosang? Oh, right…it has been two years, six months, two weeks, and four days since you were coldly ripped from his arms. You could even recall the seconds, hours, and minutes as well. 

You had hoped that whenever you were released that you would get the chance to reconcile with your ex-boyfriend. Yet as you learned of his new girlfriend the more that bitter taste in your mouth grew. So much so that you wanted nothing more than to get her out of the picture.

The straw in your hand made a pathetic sound as your fingers tightened around it, absolutely destroying the poor thing as you watched Yeosang lean over the girl and capture her lips in a kiss. Rage started to cloud your vision and you stood from your seat, the chair scraping the ground roughly.

“Ma’am, are you alright?” The sound of the worker's voice drew you out of your intense haze, and you looked over at her with doe eyes. Seeing her glance down at your hand, you noticed that with the force of your abrupt standing, it caused some of your coffee to slosh around before splashing onto the surface of the table.

Swallowing thickly, you recalled your therapist's words, ‘Remember, y/n, don’t let your anger consume you. It will only cause you more trouble, and I would hate to see you back in here again.’

Letting out a shaky breath, you apologized to the girl before using a few napkins to clean up your mess. Whenever you were finished, you looked back over your shoulder only to find Yeosang and that wretched girl was gone. Grumbling lowly, you threw the soaked napkins away before grabbing your drink and storming off down the sidewalk.

“Of course, they just had to leave when I wasn’t looking. No worries though, I can find them.” You assured yourself as you took a sip of your slightly watered-down coffee from the new straw the worker had offered you.

That’s exactly what you did. You found them later that night at a movie theater. Then it was the food stall that was just right down the road from the school you and Yeosang had attended years ago before finally Yeosang took her home. You watched from across the road, hiding just beyond the shadows of two houses.

Disgust settled deep in your gut as you saw Yeosang pull her into a deep kiss, his hand against her lower back to pull her closer. Rage once again started to bubble in your gut the longer you watched until he finally pulled away, wishing her one last goodnight before walking off.

Eventually, this led to you following Yeosang around, no matter where he went or what time it was. You were there. You wanted to speak with him, tell him to leave that thing he calls a girlfriend so he could be with you once more, but you knew you couldn’t. He would run the moment he saw you.

 So you needed a plan… A plan that would surely make him yours once again.

Then, one day, while you were walking a good distance behind them, you started to recognize the familiar path that they were taking. You hoped that he wasn’t taking her to the spot that he once showed you and promised to never bring anyone else. Yet when he rounded the corner to an all too familiar alleyway, you just knew.

You stopped dead in your tracks, fingers curling into fists at your sides as rage boiled over, flooding every single part of your body until you saw nothing but crimson red. Then you knew… knew it was time to put your plan into action.

It was such a simple plan, really, and your poor, sweet ex-boyfriend was just as clueless as always. He didn’t even bat an eye whenever he received a gift of an all-paid vacation rental from his ‘friend.’ You watched from afar like you’ve done for the past two months, watching as he happily packed all his bags with his happy-go-lucky girlfriend. The sight made you sick, really; how could he be so happy with something like that? Only you truly knew what he deserved, and that was you, of course.

After the lights turned off in his girlfriend's apartment, you made your trek back to your car. All you had to do now was wait for that perfect moment to strike, then he’d be yours again.

—

Yeosang awoke with a groan. The back of his head was throbbing. However, upon trying to reach for his head, he noticed that he couldn’t move his hands. His eyes flew open as he pulled at his restraints after noticing that he was tied to a chair.

‘What’s going on?’ Was all he could think as he tried his best to recall what had previously happened. He and Yoonmin were sitting in the living room, watching a movie, when suddenly the lights went out. He couldn’t remember much of what happened next, it was far too dark, but he did remember feeling an excruciating pain in the back of his head before everything went black.

His eyes then wandered around the room until they fell on the unconscious girl who sat tied to a chair just a few feet in front of him. Panicked, he thrashes around in his seat, but the knots in the rope are far too strong and way too tight for him to break free of. Not only that, but his limbs all felt like jelly, and his muscles were not working the way they were supposed to.

Hearing noises from the other room you sat down the mug of warm tea that sat in your hands, a borderline psychotic smile spreading across your face. Walking into the next room over your steps, light but happy, this is what you’ve been waiting for after all.

“Well, lookie who decided to finally wake up.” You greeted the male happily, making slow strides into the room.

Yeosang’s head snapped in your direction, his eyes blown wide and pupils dilating in anger and fear. Seeing you again was as if he had woken up in his own personal hell, one that he knew he wouldn’t escape from, but he would be damned if he didn’t try. 

“Y/n, what the hell is wrong with you? Let us go!” He shouted, arms still roughly pulling at his restraints. Hearing words caused you to stop dead in your tracks, your smile completely wiped off of your face. 

He should be happy to see you, not angry. Not with so much hatred in his eyes. It didn’t make any sense, but then you heard a small groan from the other side of the room. Your eyes narrowed into slits as you looked over at the girl. She must have brainwashed him. That had to be it. There would be no other reason Yeosang would even dare to look at you with such contempt.

The clicking sound of your tongue breaks the deathly silent room, the floorboards creaking with each step you take toward the girl. Once she was fully conscious and saw you walking towards her, she started thrashing around in her chair, trying to escape, but to no avail. Yeosang shouts and pleas for you to stop filled the room as you roughly grabbed the girl’s hair, yanking her head back.

“Why are you doing this to us? We did nothing wrong!” The girl weeps as she looks up at you, silent pleas filling her eyes, but you can’t help but scoff at her words. 

With a scowl, you yanked her head back until she was looking up at you fully. “Nothing wrong? Nothing. Wrong?” A crazed laugh fell from your lips as if she had said the funniest thing in the world. After a few short moments, your laughter stopped, and your face fell stoic. 

Yeosang watched in fear and disbelief as you leaned into the girl's face until you were merely inches away. 

“You’re anything but innocent.” The words came out in a growl, your grip on her hair tightening causing her to cry out, more tears streaming down her face. Your wide eyes then studied the girl's face, taking in every little detail that you could possibly find. However, the longer you looked, the more aggravated you became.

What in the world could possibly be so good about her? 

Yeosang’s breath hitched, and his yelling stopped as you turned your head to look back at him. A violent chill ran down his spine at the crazed gleam in your eyes. He knew this look all too well after spending years with you, the very look that meant disaster would strike if nothing was done to stop it.

The corner of your lips twitched as you maneuvered yourself next to the crying girl before yanking her head up so she was looking at Yeosang. “Tell me Yeo… What's so good about her? Huh?” Your voice gradually grew in volume, “What does she have that I don’t?” Yeosang shouted at you to stop once more as you pulled on the girl's hair eliciting a pained cry from her lips. “What the fuck makes her so much better than me?”

You couldn’t possibly understand. He had promised you that he would wait until you were released so you could be together again. ‘Why did he go back on his word? Why would he lie to you like that? Why? Why? WHY?’  Thoughts started to cloud your mind, and your sanity slowly started to drift away as you teetered on the edge of the deep. 

Yeosang opened his mouth to speak, hoping to calm the situation like he had so many times in the past, but before he could even utter a word, his poor little girlfriend beat him to it.

“Because I’m not a fucking lunatic like you!” She shouted, spitting in your face and causing your whole body to freeze. At those words, that last little push was given, and something inside of you snapped, a small laugh leaving your lips.

Noticing that something wasn’t right, Yeosang pulled against his restraints, “Wait, wait, y/n! She didn’t mean it!” He tried to reason with you as you slowly stood straight, your hold on her hair slipping until your hand dropped back down to your side.

“Of course, I meant it, Yeosang. Do you not see her?!” She shouted at the male, who pleaded with her to stop talking, but she, of course, didn’t get the hint. “I don’t know why she was let out. I mean, look at her, she’s a total fucking nutjo–”

Before she could even finish her sentence, your hand collided with the side of her face, damn near knocking the chair over. A shrill cry of pain left the girl's lips as you slapped her once again, sobs raking her body. Yeosang screamed and thrashed in his restraints, begging you to stop, but you just glared at him.

“Pulling on those restraints is pointless. You can’t get out.” Your eyes were wide as a smile spread across your face, an idea coming to mind. Walking away from the sobbing girl, you make your way over to the table with a slight skip in your step.

“Yoonmin, look at me. We’re gonna be okay, I promise.” Yeosang tried to comfort the girl, who nodded, her hair a mess as she looked over at him. His words pulled a laugh from your lungs as your fingers wrapped around the hilt of a large kitchen knife.

“Oh, Sangie, you should know better than to give empty promises.” You pouted, dragging the blade off the table, allowing the sharp scraping sounds to echo around the room. Yeosang looked over at you with a glare until he saw the knife in your hand, his whole body going rigid. “There’s no one coming to save you. You are on vacation, after all.” A small chuckle fell from your lips as you neared Yoonmin, her whole body trembling as she shook her head profusely, “No one is going to find you… At least not for a while.” You covered your mouth as a borderline psychotic laugh racked your body.

You rounded the girl's seat, pointing the blade dangerously close to her face until you stood behind her. Then, in the blink of an eye, your hand was tangled in her hair once again, yanking her head back until her throat was fully exposed. Yeosang’s eyes widened as he lurched forward, begging you to stop and put the blade down as he tried once again to get out of his restraints, but just like all of the times before, he failed. However, as soon as the blade's sharp edge made contact with her skin, you stopped, a sinister smirk tugging at the corners of your lips.

“Y/n, please.” Yeosang cried out, tears of his own blurring his vision. He knew that one wrong move could easily end Yoonmin’s life, and he also knew that he had very limited time to act. “You’re here for me, right? Let her go, and I promise I’ll go with you. Just let her go, y/n, please.” 

Your eyes narrowed into a glare as you pressed the blade further against the girl's neck, choked sobs racked her body as she tried to shy away from it. However, your grip was far too strong for her to go against.

“Oh my love,” You tilted your head, expression changing to one of pity as you looked at him, “we both know I can’t do that. You see, as long as this skank is alive, you’ll never fully be mine, and we can’t have that.” Your words alone were enough to send a chill down the male’s spine, but he wasn’t going to give up as he continued to try and negotiate with you, but it proved fruitless. “Can’t you understand it, Yeosang? I’m the only one you need. I’m the only one who loves you, who is truly right for you. Not some watered-down rat you found on the street.” You growl, pressing the blade just far enough to break the first layer of skin; bright crimson-red blood seeped out, running down her heaving chest. 

Growing even more aggravated, you told Yeosang to just say goodbye before starting to drag the blade across the girl’s skin.

“No, no, please y/n! NO!” Yeosang shouted, but it was useless; with precise movements, you had sliced the girl’s neck wide open. Blood sprayed out of the gaping wound as she struggled to intake any air. Your hand became covered in the thick liquid as you laughed maniacally.

Yeosang could only sit there in shock, tears streaming down his pale face as he watched the life drain from his girlfriend's body until she fell limp in her chair. “H-How could you?” He choked out, looking up at you as you wiped your face with your forearm but only managed to smear more blood. “Why couldn’t you just leave us alone?!” Sobs fell from his lips as he shouted at you, but you could only shake your head.

You slowly walked over to him, your hands behind your back as you playfully swung the knife around. “One day, you’ll understand Sangie, but she had to die. That’s the only way you would be mine and mine alone. I didn’t want to kill her, but that was the best way to do it.” You pouted as you finally reached him, bending at the waist to look at him.

“This is wrong, y/n.” Yeosang’s voice shook as he stared at you in nothing but unadulterated fear. He knew that you would never physically hurt him, but you definitely had your way around it. 

A pained expression fell upon your features as you reached out to him, cupping his cheek in your hand despite him trying to back away. “I just love you so much, Sangie, I can’t stand seeing you with other people. It just hurts me so much, and I’d rather die than be without you.”

“That’s not love, it’s an obsession.”

“Oh, but Sangie, you know deep down that you belong with me. Even your sweet mother knows that.” You spoke softly as your fingers tightened around his chin, “I would absolutely hate to see something happen to that poor woman.” 

Yeosang felt his blood run cold at the mention of his mother, eyes growing wide as you pulled your phone out of your pocket. After a few taps, you turn the device around to show Yeosang the screen. Even though the smeared blood on the screen, he could very clearly tell that it was his mother, humming to herself in the kitchen while she cooked dinner.

Fear sunk its claws even deeper into his bones as he took in the unsettling smile that was on your lips. He was trapped.

“Now… are you going to be a good boy and listen to me? I’m only doing this for your own good, baby; I hope you understand that.” Your voice was sickeningly sweet as you cooed at him, your phone placed back into your pocket.

Yeosang knew that he didn’t have any other choice but to agree with you. It was the only way he could guarantee the safety of those around him. His pain-filled eyes flickered back over to the dark-haired girl's lifeless form before shifting his gaze back up to you.

“I’ll go with you, but you have to promise that you won’t hurt anyone else.” He begged, tears still spilling down his face, now mixing with the blood on his chin from your stained hand.

Shaking your head with a click of your tongue you brought the blade up to your face, waving it from side to side, eyes trained on the crimson cover metal. Then your eyes moved back over to meet Yeosang’s.

“That will all depend on if you can behave, my love. Be good, and no one else will get hurt.” Your tone was kind, but there were undertones that indicated that your words were anything but a bluff.

His heart pounded in his chest as he swallowed thickly, “I’ll behave, I promise.” He told you reluctantly, and he felt goosebumps litter his skin when a bright smile spread across your face.

Reaching forward, you cupped his face once more before leaning forward to place a kiss on his forehead. “We’re gonna be the happiest couple in the world, Sangie, I love you so much!”

It was then that it finally set in that he was trapped with nowhere else to run. His most terrifying nightmare had actually come true, but unlike those wicked dreams, he couldn’t wake up from this one.

@wwooyology | Do not steal, plagiarise, translate, or repost any of my work

𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖗 : ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴᴏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴀ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ʀᴇᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴘᴜʀᴇʟʏ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ꜱᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱʟʏ.

[probablysimpledreams]

Warm Winters (Dabi x reader)

a/n: it's been snowing crazy here, and it's inspired me to write something cutey with my man <3

wc: 1k

The past month has not been kind to the League. After suffering multiple defeats in combat and recruitment efforts, everyone was feeling defeated. Morale was at a low as members sulked around the common room, no one uttering a word.

You laid on the broken couch among the others, mind racing. Was all this really worth it? You asked yourself, picking at the skin around your thumb nail. Are we getting anywhere? What world are we even fighting for? What if-

"IT'S SNOWING!!!" Toga beams with excitement, her voice and clapping hands snapping you out of your troubled thoughts. You run over to the window with Twice and Spinner, smiling as you watch the snow fall down quickly.

"Wanna go check it out? Bet we could grab hot chocolate too," you smile at Toga's excitement regarding your idea. The two of you quickly bundled up, ignoring the snarky remarks and warnings other members threw your way as you two raced outside.

You were always happy when the League had time off like this, time to just exist as the normal people everyone longed to be. You especially felt this way when Toga had the opportunity to be a teenage girl, a smile across your face as you watched her build a mini snow Deku and Ochako as she rambled about her love. Your body shivered as you stood there watching the young girl until it hit you: you grabbed the wrong jacket on your way out the door. Among the excitement of it all, you didn't realize you grabbed one of Dabi's jackets instead of your own. The material was much thinner than what you needed to brace the falling snowing, mentally cursing yourself as the cold grew painful. Before you had the chance to tell Toga you were heading back, the sound of crunching snow became louder and louder.

"You're such an idiot," Dabi's deep voice sent a warm shiver down your spine, causing goosebumps to form as he stood behind you. You turned to face him, noticing that he's holding your fuzzy jacket. You quickly grab it from him, thanking him repeatedly as you throw his jacket off and put yours on. The thick material covers your body and begins warming your cold body up, and Dabi chuckles at the sight of you practically melting under the new warmth. A few moments pass of peaceful silence as you two stand together in the snow, a few feet from where Toga continued playing with her snowman collection.

"I'm surprised you're out here," you finally spoke up, looking up to the sky as the snow continued to fall. The sight was so beautiful, so gentle. "Just didn't imagine you're the type of guy who'd want to be out playing in the snow." You small giggle left your lips as you watched the expression on his face, noticing the hints of embarrassment and annoyance. Despite his cold outer shell, you always noticed how expressive his face would be. He was a man of many emotions that were always trying to escape him, wanting desperately to be seen. And yet somehow you were the only one able to catch onto this, enjoying the game of learning who Dabi truly is under this mask.

"I wanted my jacket back," he shrugged, eyes avoiding yours. As you two spent more and more time together, Dabi was becoming increasingly aware of your ability to see through him. And he had no idea how to feel about it all. It made him feel scared, exposed. He wanted to run away from it, leaving a wall of flames that you'd never dare cross into. But at the same time, it made him excited. He wanted to be seen fully. He wanted to invite you in with the door fully opened, no defenses up. The constant battle between the heart's desire and mind's protection weighed heavily on him.

"Could have just texted me, I would have walked back to the hideout," you hummed. The unnamed tension between you and Dabi was clear to everyone, this included the two of you. While you often found yourself annoyed at his lack of action, you knew that you really didn't have any room to talk. You could just as easily lay all your emotions on the line, but your own fears held you back. I mean it's not like you began walking the villain path because life came easily. You had your own fears and anxieties, your own fear of being seen entirely despite longing for it.

"Your point?" he bites, the hint of anger in his voice would usually be enough to scare anyone off. However you found yourself giggling at his words, heart fluttering as you knew he'd never hurt you. You knew he came out here to see you, to be with you. That fact alone washed a new sense of calmness over you, smile tugging at your lips.

You decided not to push him further, knowing Dabi had his limits when it came to navigating his feelings. Instead you decide to lean against his chest, heart beating faster than usual when you feel his arm wrap around your body. Your face began growing warm as your body was now flushed against his, grip on you tight and secure. The two of you went back to standing in a peaceful and warm silence as the snowflakes continued to fall.

You tilt your head up, looking up to steal a glance at Dabi who was already looking at you. The two of you exchange a smile before turning to look up at the sky, feeling warm despite the cold snow hitting directly on both your faces.

The world doesn't make sense. This fact has brought so much pain and suffering to you and Dabi both. Yet as you stand here feeling warm in the falling snow and safe in the arms of a man you've seen kill before, you discover a new beauty in the world not making sense.