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lilysplacce ยท 1 year ago
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RUCHED METALLIC JERSEY DRESS DO607 by D.O.Lilac
D O W N L O A D
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mblue-art ยท 5 days ago
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out w these tall clowns ๐ŸŒฒ๐ŸŒธ
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cyb3rdreamin ยท 10 months ago
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Some people are so poor, all the have is money
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chengxiao-wjsn ยท 1 year ago
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211230 Cheng Xiao at Hunan TV New Years Eve Party Concert Dress Rehearsals ยฉ ็จ‹ๆฝ‡ยทpikaๅ‘็”ต็ซ™ do not edit, crop, or remove the watermark
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masked-alien-lesbian ยท 1 year ago
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This mc's personality is terrible but I do appreciate the attempt at making the wlw version different from the wlm version.
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puppysdog ยท 1 year ago
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hungoverโ€ฆ
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maaarine ยท 5 days ago
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Why are British teenage girls so unhappy? Hereโ€™s the answer (Caitlin Moran, The Times, Sep 13 2024)
"The report, by the Childrenโ€™s Society, found that British 15-year-old girls are the most unhappy in Europe.
British girls aged 10-15 are โ€œsignificantly less happyโ€ with their life, appearance, family and school than the average boy โ€” and their happiness is still declining.
Boysโ€™ life satisfaction, meanwhile, remains broadly stable. (โ€ฆ)
But I still didnโ€™t have an โ€œaha!โ€ moment about why this so disproportionately affects girls untilโ€ฆ I talked to some teenage girls.
It was at a party, and I went to vape with them on the patio. Because I take my nicotine like children do.
โ€œDuh โ€” itโ€™s the boys,โ€ one said when I brought it up, as all the others agreed.
โ€œThe boys?โ€ I asked.
My last book, What About Men?, had been all about how much boys struggle these days: their loneliness; their suicide rates. Iโ€™d spent the past year feeling very sympathetic towards boys.
โ€œYeah, well, who do you think theyโ€™re taking out their unhappiness on? Itโ€™s us,โ€ another girl said.
โ€œOne boy at school used to draw a picture every day of how ugly I was,โ€ a third girl said. โ€œEvery day for two years.โ€
โ€œTheyโ€™ve all got โ€˜Rate The Girlsโ€™ polls on their WhatsApps,โ€ the first said. โ€œThey mark you down for weight gain, haircuts, what you say.โ€
โ€œBut then, if youโ€™re hot, itโ€™s just as bad, in a different way, because theyโ€™ll be talking about how they want to f*** you.โ€
The girls discussed coping techniques. Bad news: none of them worked.
โ€œThe only way you can stop them is if you become โ€˜one of the boysโ€™ and hang out with them. But then,โ€ the second girl said with a sigh, โ€œall the other girls call you a slut. Because youโ€™ve gone over to the boysโ€™ side.โ€
โ€œSurely itโ€™s not all the boys?โ€ I said. โ€œThere must be some nice boys?โ€
โ€œOh, yeah,โ€ one girl said. โ€œBut they keep their heads down. Becauseโ€ฆ well, look.โ€
She showed me the Instagram account of her friend. Under every picture she posted of herself โ€” smiling in a new dress; with her dog โ€” dozens of anonymous accounts had replied with the most rank abuse.
โ€œFat.โ€ โ€œSlut.โ€ โ€œYou gonna try and kill yourself again, for attention?โ€
โ€œTheyโ€™re all boys from her school,โ€ she said. โ€œAnd look, this one boy tried to defend her.โ€
I saw a series of messages from a brave teenage boy, posting things like, โ€œYouโ€™re all big men, leaving these replies under anonymous accounts.โ€
As I could see, this boy immediately became a target too. Mainly accusations that he was โ€œwhite knightingโ€ this girl: โ€œYou wanna f*** her, bro?โ€
โ€œSo,โ€ I asked, โ€œyou donโ€™t think itโ€™s social media pressure to be beautiful, or the economy, thatโ€™s making girls so sad?โ€
โ€œWell, yeah, them too,โ€ the first girl said. โ€œBut, Monday-Friday, 9-3, Iโ€™m not on social media. Iโ€™m notโ€ฆ in the economy. Iโ€™m just with these boys. And no one talks about how horrible they are.โ€
I thought about another recent report, showing a 30 per cent ideological gap between Gen Z men, who are increasingly conservative, and Gen Z women, who are increasingly progressive.
I thought about Andrew Tate, who has nine million mostly young male followers โ€” and faces human trafficking charges, which he denies.
And I thought: maybe these girls are on to something. Maybe more people need to vape with teenage girls and ask them for the school gossip."
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fairy-angel222 ยท 7 months ago
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๐‚๐”๐…๐…๐„๐ƒ ๐‹๐Ž๐•๐ˆ๐โ€™
โ€”OFFICER! TOJI F. x F! READER
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แง”โ™กแง“ in which your officer boyfriend catches you at a party that you lied about going to
แง”โ™กแง“ content: rough smut, age gap (reader is in college), angry sex, jealous sex, possessive toji, handcuffs, breeding, choking, hair pulling, ass/tit/pussy slapping, praise, degradation, daddy kink here and there, begging, orgasm denial, passing out, pussy eating, semi-public sex, sex in police car
แง”โ™กแง“ requested by @valleydoli ๐Ÿ’—
แง”โ™กแง“ wc: 3.1k
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Toji couldnโ€™t fight the annoyance on his face as he pulled up into the small neighborhood. Loud music blaring through the air as colorful lights beamed onto the dimly lit street. There had been a number of complaints. The neighborhoodโ€™s residents ringing 9-1-1 one after the other.
To say he didnโ€™t care was an understatement. Out of the whole department Gojo Satoru just had to dispatch him to break up a stupid college party. His police vehicle came to a stop a little down the block, the tall man stepping out with stonic features and a sigh as he made his way closer to the source of vulgar tunes which seemed to shake surrounding houses.
Toji stalked up to the front door, the smell of hard alcohol and weed hitting his nose as he banged on the door. Forceful enough for the sound to ring throughout the noisy inside. A drunk boy no older than 19 swinging the door open with a grin. โ€œHey man! O-oh shit. Hey officer, what can i do for you?โ€ He cleared his throat, swallowing hard under Tojiโ€™s harsh gaze as he tried his hardest to appear sober.
Toji peered over the boy and into the room. Sweaty bodies grinding against each other while others made out, almost every hand nursing a plastic red cup. โ€œDo me a favor and just keep the noise down alright, if not shut this whole damn thing down.. what the fuck.โ€ The officer spat bitterly, jaw clenching with a scowl when his eyes landed on someone. His someone.
You.
He couldnโ€™t believe it. You had been so persistent on spending the night at home. Claiming that you had piles on piles of work to complete. Did you crave attention that badly? One measly night he had to work overtime and this was the shit you pulled? Clad in a lacy dress which had a deep v cut and barely reached your mid thigh. Your body, his girlโ€™s body, on display for everyone to see.
He could see the eyes roaming your figure top through bottom. His blood boiling as he visibly seethed, shoving past the lanky teenage boy to make his way over to you. You were grinning happily, one hand in your hair and the other ghosting over the hand that rested on your hip. Giving the girl behind you the dance of her life.
The music lowered, Tojiโ€™s eyes twitching at all the loud gasps that echoed through the room. All eyes on his large frame as he towered over everyone in the room. Muscles bulging through his tight shirt with each hard step that he took. All eyes but yours. You were too into what you were doing, and your boyfriend couldnโ€™t help his rising anger as he got closer and closer. Spotting familiar brunette and green hair sat on a couch with their lips on each otherโ€™s.
Of course. You were dragged here.
You giggled loudly, taking a swig from the girlโ€™s cup and letting the bitter tasting liquid scrape at the walls of your throat when you swallowed. Your friendsโ€™ eyes widened as they pulled away from each other, desperately trying to get your attention as you swayed your hips. Those hips that only Toji was allowed to see move.
A hand grabbed the flesh of your arm tightly, your head whipping around to snap at the stranger before your brows furrowed. Taking in that broad chest that youโ€™d gotten to know by heart. Your eyes timidly trailed upwards, a small whimper caught in your throat when they met his darkened ones. The manโ€™s head tilting to the side as if daring you to not comply. He would not hesitate to get you out of there over his shoulder if he had to.
โ€œT-toji.. h-hi i-โ€œ you stuttered, looking down at your feet as you shuffled nervously. Eyes darting to the girls who eyed you apologetically.
โ€œShut up.โ€ His voice was firm, and your thighs clenched as you held back another whimper. You could feel everyoneโ€™s eyes boring into you. โ€œFuck. You know what? Everybody out.โ€ His voice raised at the end. The bustling college teens wasting no time before they scattered, afraid at just the mere sight of the man. โ€œAnd you.. oh youโ€™re in for it now.โ€
All the alcohol seemed to leave your system when Toji pulled your arms behind your back. Cuffing your hands as your face heated up in embarrassment. โ€œT-toji w-wait.โ€ The man ignored you as he pulled you out of the room, not caring about how you stumbled over your own two feet to keep up with his large strides.
โ€œShe really disobeyed you this time huh?โ€ A familiar voice rung out, a teasing smirk on Gojoโ€™s face as he walked up the few stairs that youโ€™d just descended from. โ€œGood job Y/n.โ€ He winked, a deep chuckle leaving his throat as he thought back to exactly why he had sent Toji out here.
It didnโ€™t take long to reach the vehicle with the speed you were being pulled at. Tojiโ€™s hold on your arm never loosening in the slightest. โ€œGet in.โ€ Toji spoke meanly, holding the door open with a gesture for you to get inside.
โ€œBut-โ€œ
โ€œGet the fuck in Y/n.โ€ He never called you by your name often, only when he was mad. It was always some sweet petname that made you feel all warm and tingly inside. Sliding into the vehicle you kept your head low, the door slamming behind you not too long after.
You squirmed in your seat. Giving into the tension filled silence as you watched his grip on the wheel tighten until his knuckles were pale. Thoughts of you letting any other man touch you coursing in his mind.
Toji undid the first two buttons of his shirt, using his fingers to prod the tight fabric open as he rolled his neck. Taking the pair of handcuffs off his suited pants before rolling the vehicle to a stop.
โ€œToji โ€˜m sorry.โ€ You mumbled almost shyly, face getting hot as your arousal dampened your lace panties.
He ignored you. Taking a step out of the car and into the nightโ€™s darkness. The vacant road scarce of any sources of light. Your door swung open, eyes widening in a doe-like pout as you looked up at him.
โ€œDonโ€™t. Not after that shit you just pulled.โ€ He warned, expression still hard as you climbed out, the slam of the door making you jump with a yelp. A small whine left your throat as you were flipped around, chest pressed into the vehicleโ€™s side with your hands still bound behind your back.
He roughly pushed your dress up to your waist with a scoff. โ€œGoing out dressed like you want to get laid. Am i not enough for you baby?โ€ His fingers found their way to your clad folds. Brushing over your clit with a hum. โ€œDo i not fuck you enough? Is that little pussy so desperate to be filled?โ€ He didnโ€™t give to a chance to answer, his palm landing heavily on your pussy making you jerk with a cry. โ€œLook at that. Sheโ€™s all wet fโ€™me. Such a greedy fucking cunt yeah?โ€
You whimpered loudly, Tojiโ€™s voice deep and husky in your ear as he kissed up your neck. Allowing you to lean back onto him with your head on his chest. Soft moans falling past your lips as you let yourself grind on his fingers. Another loud cry filling the air when he landed it hard on your ass instead.
โ€œI shouldnโ€™t even be touching you.โ€ He whispered venomously, voice laced with clear disappointment as he pushed his fingers past the thin fabric, pressing the pad of his middle finger onto your clit before rubbing small circles. Watching the way your lips parted in sweet noises as you let your eyes flutter shut. โ€œShould just drop you home and leave you all desperate and needy.โ€
That made you whine with the shake of your head, pushing your ass back onto his crotch in want. โ€œOr will you just call someone to come fuck you like a little slut?โ€ You cringed at the sound of your panties tearing, Tojiโ€™s muscles straining against the confines of his shirtโ€™s fabric as he rolled up his sleeves. Quickly working to free his hard cock before pushing you into the back seat of the car with a smirk. Handling your body until you were face down, with your ass up on display for him.
โ€œLook at yourself.โ€ He forced your head up to gaze at your reflection in the window. โ€œGonna fucking destroy you baby. Do you want that?โ€
You nodded, eyes prickling with tears as you clenched in anticipation. You wanted his cock so bad. โ€œAhh f-fuck.โ€ Another slap to your ass.
โ€œSo you do have a mouth.โ€
Words. He wanted to hear you say it.
โ€œP-please fuck me daddy.โ€
โ€œYou can do better than that princess.โ€
โ€œPlease. Please fuck me. Need you so bad. โ€˜M aching fโ€™ you. Want you to fill me up.โ€ You begged.
โ€œThatโ€™s it. Thatโ€™s my slutty girl.โ€ You mewled loudly at the intrusion of Tojiโ€™s thick cock. The man bottoming out inside you with one quick thrust making your knees buckle underneath you while your back arched. Feeling Tojiโ€™s fat tip immediately prodding at the increased tightness near your cervix.
โ€œShit.โ€ He cursed, breathing getting heavy as he nestled his cock within your warm walls. Forgetting just how much he loved that little cunt of yours.
He started off rough, forcing his cock deep as you rocked harshly against the soft seat. Loud moans dripping off the tip of your tongue as his cocked kissed meanly at your g spot.
Your pussy stretched to accommodate the quick thrusts of his girthy length. Feeling his veins scraping deliciously against your gummy walls as he hammered into you.
You cried out when Tojiโ€™s hand found its way around your throat, pulling you up to his chest with your hands flush between your back and his chest. Drool filled babbles spilling messily onto your skin at the force of his hips.
โ€œHaahโ€” T-toji f-fuck,โ€ you keened loudly, your chest riding and falling rapidly as your brain turned to mush. Unable to think of anything but how good he felt inside of you. Lewd squelches mixed with skin slapping burning its way into your brain. A constant reminder of Tojiโ€™s abuse to your sensitive cunt as your vision blurred.
โ€œThatโ€™s it baby. Take it real nice nโ€™ deep. Youโ€™re practically swallowing me in right now.โ€ He breathed. Hand tightening around your throat as the other travelled down to your chest, barely having to tug at the black fabric for your tits to spill into his large hand. Rough fingers twisting at your pert nipples as he palmed the soft flesh.
โ€œAhhโ€” so good. Feels sโ€™ good daddy.โ€ You cried, Tojiโ€™s hand landing two consecutive slaps onto your breasts.
โ€œGonna stuff this pussy real full. Breed her with my cum till you know your place.โ€ He growled lowly, his frustration seeming to reemerge as he stroked his cock with your tightness. Allowing himself to poke at every corner of your warmth, ruining your slutty pussy to your tears.
โ€œWanna go out dressed like youโ€™re available. Single. Like you donโ€™t have me taking care of that ache between your legs every single night.โ€ His pace quickened with every word. Snapping his hips up mercilessly till his balls reddened your puffy clit, mouth hung open in whiny mewls as your stomach tightened.
Your tears flowed freely as you were shoved back into the carโ€™s seat. Your mind dizzy at the plowing of his cock into your sweet spot. Tojiโ€™s hand moving to grip at the delicate flesh of your hip with other torturing your clit. Rubbing mean, hard circles onto the swollen bud.
โ€œTojiiโ€” โ€˜m gonna, ahh- โ€˜m gonna cum.โ€ You whimpered, catching sight of the traces of mascara staining your cheeks alongside your messy hair. The sight being enough to make you call out his name incoherently as your eyes rolled back. Legs shaking violently as you clenched around him. โ€œOh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, ohโ€”โ€œ you chanted, letting out a broken scream as you squirted messily. Completely drenching Tojiโ€™s cock in your wetness.
Tojiโ€™s movements stilled, his fingers digging into your hair with a sharp tug upwards. โ€œOh iโ€™m sorry? Did i say you could cum baby?โ€
โ€œSorry, nngh- c-couldnโ€™t hold it.โ€ You hiccuped, knowing that you were in trouble.
Toji shook his head, pulling you back so you lay flat across the seat. Shoving one of your legs up beside your body with a grunt. A shiver raking through your body as the cool air breezed through your sopping pussy.
You let out a groan, your attempt to close your legs stopped by Tojiโ€™s strong hands shoving them apart. Groping at both sides of your ass before his palms made contact with the skin. A bubbly whine catching in your throat when you tightened around nothing.
Toji sunk to his knees on the ground outside, the forest to his back as he began pressing soft kisses to the sides of your thighs, his tongue licking a long stripe up your slit.
He groaned, grip tightening on your thighs when his tongue darted out once more to lap at your sweetness. Sloppily running between your folds before swirling around your clit. It didnโ€™t take long to get you where he wanted you. The overstimulation going straight to your foggy brain as Toji got lost in your heat. His eyes fluttering shut with a hum as he tried to pull you impossible further onto his tongue. Your constantly flowing slick mixed with his saliva dripping sloppily onto the ground below.
Your fingers clawed at nothing as you began to tremble, crying out loudly as your eyes closed shut. Your tear stained cheek pressed into the seat as you drooled adorably. A smirk adorning Tojiโ€™s face when he curled his thick fingers into you.
โ€œAhhโ€” โ€˜s too muchh. Gonna cum again.โ€ You mewled desperately, toes curling as another coil tightened in your stomach. Toji stopped sucking at your clit, pulling away from you while his fingers sped up. Paddy tips poking directly into your spot with ease. โ€œYeah? Gonna cum for me already?โ€
You answered with a high pitched moan and a small โ€œuh huhโ€, feeling yourself being pushed closer and closer to the edge before it all came crumbling down. Toji removing his fingers before standing up, and only then did you notice how much of his chest was on display. He leaned down to kiss away your tears, brushing away any hair stuck to your forehead. โ€œOnly good girls get these privileges baby, iโ€™m a cop, you should know this.โ€ He cooed.
His cock prodded at your hole, sinking into his rightful place deep within your warmth before beginning to fuck into you. He knew your orgasm had barely just died down, and he was going to fuck you to another just to leave you hungry.
Your boyfriendโ€™s head found its place in the crook of your neck, lips brushing your ear before he grinned against your skin. โ€œYou wonโ€™t be leaving the house for days when iโ€™m done with you.โ€ He promised, tone gruff as he felt his cock twitch in indication of his own high.
โ€œHaahโ€” โ€˜s so muchh.โ€ You breathed as you melted into him, his touch hot on your skin leaving short quivers in its wake. โ€œTojiโ€” o-oh fuckk.โ€ You were sputtering out strangled noises of pleasure, Tojiโ€™s husky groans in your ear adding fuel to the fire as you let out a cry. Your pussy gushing onto him before your orgasm could even hit.
Toji cursed loudly, his grip on your hips allowing him to pull you back onto him as roughly as he was slamming into you. โ€œThatโ€™s it baby, pussyโ€™s gripping me so fucking tight.โ€
โ€œโ€˜M so closeโ€” so so close.โ€ You gasped, basking in the small skin to skin contact of your hands on his exposed chest.
โ€œGotta fucking earn it. Tell me, who do you belong to princess. Who owns this slutty little pussy hmm? Who fucks you this good every night?โ€ He questioned darkly, rolling his hips in a way he knew would drive you crazy.
โ€œY-you. You do. โ€˜S all y-yoursโ€” fuck. Please can i cum? Need to cum so bad.โ€ You almost sobbed, Toji kissing your cheek sweetly with a breathy moan. โ€œAll mine. All fucking mine. Go ahead slutty girl. Cum fโ€™ me.โ€
You let go noisily, vision clouded as your moans spilled uncontrollably past your lips. The burning sensation in your stomach slowly easing as you allowed yourself to let go. Making a mess on the manโ€™s cock while he worked himself deeper inside you. Burying his cock as far as he could before pumping you full with a contented sigh.
โ€œLet everyone know that youโ€™re taken. Get you pregnant with my kid and keep you locked away. Only for me.โ€ His cum painting your walls in hot spurts as his abs tensed. The throb of his cock slowly dulling as you milked him dry.
You whimpered, feeling the thick substance slowly seep out of you when he pulled out. All the alcohol finally catching up to you as you slipped in and out of consciousness. Letting your eyes blink shut before you went limp in his arms.
Toji groaned with a stretch, smirking down at you and your fucked out form.
So pretty.
He tugged down your dress and tucked himself back into his pants. Removing your hand cuffs before taking you into his arms gently. Laying you down more comfortably with a quick kiss to your forehead. Watching as your chest rose and fell softly, face contorted into a peaceful one despite how stained it was from your tears.
He slipped into the driverโ€™s seat, allowing the car to reach the perfect temperature for you to rest it. Finally pulling off from the side of the road. He laughed shortly when he checked the time, contemplating whether he should even bother going back to work. Heโ€™d much rather stay home with you.
He could feel his phone vibrating in his pocket, rolling his eyes when he saw the name written across the screen. Satoru.
โ€œHello.โ€
โ€œSo, fucked her good didnโ€™t ya? Made your girl cry huh Fushiguro.โ€ The white haired man laughed into the call. Gojo had been tempted to say it over the radio, but he didnโ€™t know if youโ€™d be awake or not.
โ€œThatโ€™s why you sent me out there isnโ€™t it?โ€ Toji scoffed, one hand on the steering wheel turning it into your apartment complex while the other worked the gear. If you were awake youโ€™d be going crazy. Him driving was one of your many weaknesses.
โ€œYes, and youโ€™re welcome. Tell her i said hi when she gets up. Bye Fushiguro~โ€ The call beeped to an end and Toji shook his head, trying to hide the small smile creeping up onto his face. Fucking Satoru.
Glancing back at you he allowed himself to openly smile, he could never stay mad at you. It was time to show you that.
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lokissweater ยท 3 months ago
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Hi!!! Hope your doing wonderfully ๐ŸซถI absolutely adore your work! And this is the first time in asking anything, but if you haven't yet can you do a shy guys x popular reader with a lil spice but no smut! I'd appreciate it ๐Ÿฅน have a lovely day or night ๐Ÿฉท
YUUUMMYYY oh my goodness i spiced but i think i spiced too much and if i did i am SO SORRY IM JUST A FREAK!!! but i hope you enjoy this piece and thank you so much for sending in a request!! MWAHH <33
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โˆ˜ห™โ—‹หš.โ€ข DONโ€™T BE SHY โˆ˜ห™โ—‹หš.โ€ข
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{pairings (separate): shy satoru gojo, megumi fushiguro, & yuji itadori x popular f!reader}
summary: how the boys are pathetically down bad for favorable you <3
warnings: college!au, mentions of drinking, HELLAAA sexual mentions and theming mdni, no smut but girl damn near it, pining af, cursing, aged up characters, afab!reader, pet names, they want you BAD in each of their stories HEHEHE, mentions of alcohol.
word count: 5.3k
authors note: WHO WANTS MLB!MEGUMI BC I SURE FUCKING DO!! HES COMING NEXT MY LOVES but hereโ€™s a little something to keep you fed in the meantime <33 I HOPE YOU GUYS LOVE IT! ILY!
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โˆ˜ห™โ—‹หš. SATORU GOJO โˆ˜ห™โ—‹หš.
satoru wasnโ€™t by any means a loner in college.
he had his own cute little group of friends and his own cute little outings and his own cute little interactions with his classmates, his rank on the popularity scale running somewhere around the middle (something he can thank his gorgeous eyes and gorgeous face for), but never even coming close to where you were at, a place many tried to reach but never had the qualities that you didโ€” your place being at the top.
but satoru was too shy for his own good. too timid as he watched your breathtaking magnificent self walk down the halls and right by him in between classesโ€” surrounded by people, you barely even noticing him, but him already memorizing the exact scent of your perfume you chose to wear that day, watching with love struck eyes and sweaty palms as his sickingly sweet obsession over you only grew by the years.
you were an absolute goddess in his eyes. you could never hurt him or be mean to him even if you tried, and it was a little pathetic how much he liked youโ€” his little boyish crush that only shrunk him down to the mere size of a lady bug, his increased bashfulness when youโ€™re around only doing him more harm than good as it started to affect his studies and sleep schedule.
but that wasnโ€™t your fault, oh absolutely not.
it was his. all his. he wanted to take the blame for everything. he doesnโ€™t care what.
even when you accidentally bumped into him at a party one night because you were a little tipsy, him stumbling over and you apologizing profusely as his heart stopped upon realizing it was you. and even when you accidentally dropped your red solo cup on his favorite blue washed jeans later on, your alcoholic beverage leaving a patch of wet on his thigh that made you apologize profusely to him again, satoru shaking his head and telling you repeatedly that it was his fault. he was in your way. he should be sorry.
you could dump an entire twenty five ounce bottle of smirnoff on his head and heโ€™d still tell you he was to blame. thatโ€™s how much he liked you.
so as you gently took his hand and tugged him to stand up, you leading him through the crowd, your fingers interlaced with his? satoru went into a fucking frenzy.
his cheeks burned as you led him up the stairs and to the nearest bathroom, your lovely skin tight dress squeezing and hugging you in every right way in front of him that he internally panicked as he felt his dick stretch against his jeans, him wanting to end it all as he hoped you didnโ€™t notice it and think he was a pervert.
โ€œoh my god iโ€™m so sorryโ€”โ€ you pulled him in and shut the door behind you, silencing what seemed like twenty different people calling out to you, for your attention, satoru swooning over the way you paid them no mind in return and focused entirely on him.
he felt so lucky.
he awkwardly sat himself at the edge of the tub as you crouched down and rummaged through the cupboard below the sink, your lips in a cute pout.
โ€œi always get so stupid when iโ€™m buzzed and i totally didnโ€™t see you when i was walkingโ€ฆโ€
your tone was whiny and apologetic, and satoruโ€™s heart physically could not take it.
โ€œitโ€™sโ€” itโ€™s okay..โ€ he mumbled shyly, cheeks pink. โ€œit was me iโ€”โ€ he averted his gaze once you turned to look at him. โ€œi wasnโ€™t paying attentionโ€ฆโ€
โ€œbut are you okay though?โ€ your voice was immensely sweet and doting, it almost sounding like you were babying him as you walked over to him with a damp hand towel.
and he was all fucking over it.
he stiffly nodded and looked down at his lap, throat closing.
โ€œi put a stain remover on this so i at least donโ€™t leave a red mark on your jeans!โ€ you smiled, an enchanting one at that as your clear lip gloss glistened under the dim light. โ€œand iโ€™m really sorry again! i hope i didnโ€™t ruin the party for youโ€ฆโ€
his eyes shot up and he shook his head frantically. โ€œnโ€”no! you didnโ€™t itโ€™s okay!โ€ he tugged at the collar of his button up, feeling a little hot. โ€œyโ€”you did nothing wrong...โ€
you gleamed, and as satoru reached a trembling hand up for the towel to clean himself off, you pulled it back with a cute shake of your head.
โ€œiโ€™m doing it, silly! iโ€™m the one who spilled it.โ€
โ€œbut!โ€”โ€
you got down on your knees in front of him and his hands literally slapped over the edges of the tub as he gripped it tightly, his knuckles turning pure white as you calmly spread his legs and inserted yourself in between, your face fucking hovering over his dick and his cheeks turning even pinker as lewd thoughts dashed across his sick mind.
you noticed the look on his face and laughed.
โ€œare you nervous? donโ€™t be! iโ€™m just gonna clean you up and ill be out of your way love.โ€
satoru didnโ€™t want you out of his way, not ever. and the way you called him love had him already picturing you in a pretty white dress with a veil walking down the aisle to him.
he swallowed.
you had your arms resting over his thighs for support as you rubbed a circular tugging motion over the spot on his jeans, your eyebrows pinched in concentration as you tried to get the red stain out, your soft hair slipping from your shoulders and landing over his lap with satoruโ€™s fingers itching to touch it.
โ€œat the last party i threw, i also spilled a drink on a guy.โ€ you giggled.
he felt a twinge of bubbling jealousy.
โ€œdid youโ€”โ€ he nervously looked at you. โ€œdid you alsoโ€ฆ help him?โ€
you smiled cutely. โ€œnope! because he was making out with someone in the middle of my kitchen and he was in my way.โ€
thank god.
you huffed and leaned back to sit on your calves. โ€œlikeโ€” have some decency. i get you want to have a little kiss but if youโ€™re doing it right where the vodka mix is? blocking it? iโ€™m not helping you. your girl can help you.โ€
satoru giggled a little, and you folded the towel neatly and settled it beside you, proud of your work at removing the stain from his pants as you set your hands on your hips.
โ€œand what about you?โ€
โ€œme?โ€ he mumbled.
โ€œmhm!โ€ you raised a silly brow and leaned closer to him, satoru inching backwards nervously at the proximity. โ€œhave you ever made out with someone like that?โ€
โ€œwellโ€” wellโ€”โ€
satoruโ€™s never kissed anyone.
โ€œwell what?โ€
he ran a slow embarrassed hand through his fluffy white hair and grimaced.
satoru is timid, shy, friendly, and a dork. but one thing he isnโ€™t? is a liar. especially if it was youโ€” even though all he wanted to do in life was impress you and have you not think he was a fucking loser.
โ€œiโ€™ve never uhโ€”โ€ he struggled. โ€œkissedโ€ฆ someone.โ€
his words were so quiet and mumbly, completely ashamed of himself as his cheeks continued to glow pink.
but your eyes widened.
โ€œwhat? youโ€™ve never kissed anyone?โ€
he shook his head, eyes to his lap.
โ€œbut youโ€™re so hot?โ€
satoru shot up. โ€œhโ€”huh?โ€
โ€œyeah!โ€ you grinned. โ€œyou are! have you ever had a girlfriend?โ€
he shook his head again.
โ€œwhat?! how?!โ€
you placed a shocked hand over your mouth, your voice soft and astonished. โ€œwhat a crimeโ€ฆโ€
he smiled shyly at your compliments, reduced to absolute putty in your hands at the moment as he couldnโ€™t believe you thought he was even remotely attractive.
you confidently swung your arms up and threw them around his neck, and he froze.
your eyes were really suggestive, your gorgeous face looking up at him and his wide eyes looking down at you, your fingers gently running across the back of his neck and hair as he almost whimpered at what you were doing.
โ€œwanna kiss me?โ€
โ€œy-you?โ€ he choked out, and you giggled softly.
โ€œuh huh! oโ€”only if youโ€™re okay with itโ€”โ€ you pulled away a little, shoulders deflating. โ€œi just figuredโ€”โ€
satoru noticed the way you started to lean back, your arms slipping from around his shoulders and his hands shot out thenโ€” grabbing your wrists as he pulled you back in and settled them around him.
was this real? actually? or was he just really drunk?
โ€œyes!โ€ he settled down a bit, sheepish. โ€œyes iโ€”iโ€™m okay with it.โ€
you took in his eager bashful expression, and grinned.
โ€œokay!โ€
you leaned and kissed his soft lips, pulling satoru in as his fingers shakily snaked over your waist and around you, not believing for a second that he was actually kissing you.
and you moved your lips slowly and delicately over his, trying to pry his mouth open more with your tongue and guide him on how to kiss you back, him diverting all of his focus to that as he tried to mimic your movements.
it started with innocent pecks at first, you trying to ease him into it and not make it overwhelming for him as you carefully amped up the difficulty little by little.
and he got the hang of it, fast, and you squeaked a noise of surprise when he suddenly shoved his long tongue in your mouth and slid his hands further down to your ass, squeezing as if he had every right to, completely forgetting that he technically didnโ€™t.
what a greedy little thingโ€ฆ but you loved it.
he instantly pulled back.
โ€œsorry iโ€™m sorry!โ€ he sputtered, pulling his hands to his chest like heโ€™d just touched something scalding hot. โ€œi donโ€™t know why iโ€”โ€
you giggled. โ€œitโ€™s okay! i liked it.โ€
โ€œyโ€”you did?โ€
โ€œuh huh!โ€ you nodded, leaning in seductively. โ€œmaybe you should do it againโ€ฆ and maybe underneath my dress, to get a better feel yโ€™know?โ€
satoru couldnโ€™t even respond as you latched your lips back on his, and he kissed you back desperately, wanting to impress you and do good for you so he could properly earn the right to feel you up like you had requested.
but he got greedier, and his hands were back on your ass squeezing and palming the fat of it, breathing heavily through his nose as he started to tug your dress up a little to feel your skin, the lace of your panties grazing his fingertips and making him fucking light headed.
his body was literally numb as you pulled apart suddenly, both of your lips swollen and red.
โ€œwanna go to my room?โ€
โˆ˜ห™โ—‹หš. MEGUMI FUSHIGURO โˆ˜ห™โ—‹หš.
โ€œif i canโ€™t do it iโ€™m turning the car around.โ€
โ€œmegs you cannot do that when we get there though!โ€
megumi shook his head. โ€œand why not?โ€
โ€œbecause youโ€™ll scare every one away! what the hell is โ€˜with this treasure i summonโ€”โ€˜โ€œ
โ€œyeah so that way everyone will think iโ€™m a freak and leave me the fuck alone!โ€
you and megumi have been best friends since middle school, carbon copies of tweedle dee and tweedle dum as your personalities matched with each otherโ€™s so identically yet so differently at the same time, that you both bickered every waking second you were together.
which was all of the time.
though you had a better reputation than megumi did. you were popular, beautiful, and everyone wanted to get to know you as your unique personality struck joyous chords with anyone that was lucky enough to come across and get to know you.
all things megumi would never admit out loud to your face.
and he was just regularโ€” popularity and social statuses something he didnโ€™t give a shit about as he kept to himself and didnโ€™t speak to a single soul unless it was yours.
โ€œbut i thought you said you wanted to come with me!โ€ you whined.
megumi huffed and made a sharp turn as he drove. โ€œyou dragged me i told you no i donโ€™t like parties and you started cryingโ€”โ€
โ€œokay and?โ€ you grumbled. โ€œwhat so now i canโ€™t cry in front of you? i canโ€™t show my emotions and use my right of freedom of speech?โ€”โ€
โ€œoh my god.โ€ he dragged an exasperated hand down his cheek. โ€œyouโ€™re putting words into my mouthโ€”โ€
โ€œand youโ€™re putting knives into my heart with how much you hate me.โ€
he parked on the side of the street and turned off the ignition, hooking his keys on one of his belt loops before he gave you an annoyed look.
โ€œam i not in the car.โ€
โ€œyou are.โ€
โ€œand am i not here at this party with you.โ€
โ€œyou are.โ€
โ€œso what more do you want.โ€
โ€œa kiss.โ€
โ€œfuck offโ€”โ€ megumi pressed his hand flat on the side of your head and nudged you away before stepping out of the car with pink cheeks, your laughter ringing through the air as you shut the door and ran to catch up with him.
โ€œjust be nice please. my friends sometimes wanna talk to you and you look like youโ€™re plotting.โ€
โ€œmaybe itโ€™s because i donโ€™t wanna talk to them.โ€ he mumbled.
through his hard exterior, you knew megumi was just shy, and often times had difficulty talking to people or expressing himselfโ€” you really being the only exception in his life.
thatโ€™s why in every social situation that you dragged him to, he clung to you like sticky stubborn gum and never left your sideโ€” you of course not minding at all and it actually making you feel better to have him always there, your thing being interlocked pinkies as you navigated.
โ€œno itโ€™s because youโ€™re shy and thatโ€™s okay!โ€”โ€
megumi scoffed and kept walking, but the minute you both walked across the lawn and up the steps of the porch, he turned around and let you in front of himโ€” his pinky out like usual.
you smiled softly to yourself and looped yours with his, pinkies closing like a lock before you pulled him inside.
it was dark and humid as fuck already, and you tried your best to politely push through the crowd of hammered and sweaty people in search for the kitchen, you not realizing how megumi literally pushed and shoved people behind you so they wouldnโ€™t topple you over, them too inebriated to care.
โ€œy/n!โ€
โ€œhi guys!โ€ you gushed, your crowd of friends beaming at the sight of you and handing you drinks without you even having to ask, you passing one back to megumi smoothly.
you both mostly spent the night mingling and drinking with your friends, playing little games and giggling quietly whenever someone would ask megumi a question and he would just stammer in response, blushing and grumpy at your teasing once he got the interaction over with.
and at some point, half of your friends had gone to the main area to dance, and you turned to him.
โ€œmegs.โ€
โ€œyes.โ€
โ€œdo you wanna dance with me?โ€
โ€œfuck no.โ€
โ€œwhyyyy!โ€ you whined, dropping your forehead on his shoulder.
โ€œbecause i donโ€™t like dancing.โ€
โ€œno oneโ€™s gonna notice anyways! itโ€™s dark over there like completely.โ€ you looked at him. โ€œjust come with me please.โ€
โ€œno.โ€
โ€œiโ€™ll give you a kissy.โ€
megumi gave you a deadpanned look. โ€œwhat is it with you wanting to give me a kiss?โ€
you ignored his comment. โ€œiโ€™ll do anything.โ€
โ€œnope.โ€
โ€œfine.โ€ you stood up and tugged your dress down. โ€œiโ€™m just gonna ask some other guy and maybe when i tell him heโ€™ll get a kiss out of it heโ€™ll do itโ€”โ€
megumi quickly grabbed your wrist, eyes narrowed.
โ€œare you actually?โ€
โ€œyes.โ€
his heart dropped.
โ€œyouโ€™re gonna pimp yourself out for a dance?โ€
โ€œyes! you know i love to danceโ€”โ€
megumi stood and grabbed your hand, dragging you to the dance floor as you cheered and happily skipped behind him.
upon arriving, he remained stiff, bored, and fucking nervous with flushed cheeks and crossed arms while you danced, gently swaying and moving to the beat as bright neon laser lights occasionally drifted across the crowdโ€” illuminating red cheeks and sweaty bodies.
it really was incredibly dark, and megumi could barely even see you standing in front of him as the bass of the music drummed through his body.
he let you when you reached up and uncrossed his armsโ€” instead wrapping them around your waist as you threw your arms around his neck, him swallowing thickly.
โ€œdance megs.โ€ you spoke gently in his ear. โ€œlike this just swayโ€”โ€
you moved your hips a little more, and though he didnโ€™t exactly copy you, he stiffly just kind of swayed with you.
โ€œi hate dancing.โ€
you laughed. โ€œdo you hate me?โ€
โ€œno.โ€
far from it actually.
โ€œthen this should be fuunnn! just let loose a little.โ€
โ€œi am letting loose.โ€ he grumbled.
โ€œyou feel like a little stick though.โ€
โ€œa stick?!โ€
you giggled loudly, throwing your head back as you did, the sight making megumi melt.
โ€œyes! iโ€™m gonna start break dancing if you donโ€™t.โ€
he gave you an incredulous look. โ€œhuh? youโ€™re not serious.โ€
โ€œthat i am.โ€
โ€œy/n iโ€™m moving with you iโ€™m dancingโ€”โ€
โ€œbut your arms are just around my waist! youโ€™re not even moving with me what are you talking about?!โ€
โ€œwhat are you talking about?!โ€
you huffed and stopped moving. โ€œiโ€™m gonna dance with someone elseโ€”โ€
you let go of him and turned but megumi only pulled you back.
โ€œno youโ€™re not and youโ€™re not kissing them either so donโ€™t even think about itโ€”โ€
โ€œyou canโ€™t tell me what to doโ€”โ€
you pushed at his chest with both of your hands, trying to get him to let go of your waistโ€” his strong grip not letting you.
โ€œwhy are you being such a brat?!โ€ he exclaimed.
you broke free and started walking.
โ€œa brat thatโ€™s gonna dance with someone else!โ€”โ€
megumi flew and grabbed your shoulders, spinning you back around before literally smashing his lips to yours, your eyes widening in complete shock.
there was your kiss.
he pulled away. โ€œsโ€”sorry iโ€”โ€
you shook your head and grabbed his cheeks, bringing his lips back in to yours as they moved sloppily and fast, almost matching with the music as his arms engulfed around your waist and pulled you in.
you swiped your tongue over his and whimpered, you figuring he couldnโ€™t hear it over the music but being dead wrong as he felt the blood rush to his dick the minute he heard it.
you pulled away. โ€œwhat areโ€” what are we doing?โ€
his chest heaved as he looked at you, cheeks pinky like always and eyes blown wide. โ€œi donโ€™tโ€” i donโ€™t knowโ€”โ€
you wiped your wet mouth with the back of your hand. โ€œdo you wannaโ€” stop? iโ€”โ€
you didnโ€™t know why you were asking, knowing damn well you didnโ€™t want to stop.
โ€œfuck no.โ€
โ€œokayโ€”โ€
and his mouth was back on yours, kissing you and running his hands up and down over your body in absolute need, you doing the same as you ran your hands over his chest and down, down, downโ€ฆ
โ€œcan iโ€”โ€ you spoke in between kisses. โ€œiโ€™m gonnaโ€”โ€
megumi did it for you and pressed your hand flat against his groin, you palming him slowly as he took in a sharp inhale and broke from your lips, his arms coming up to wrap around your shoulders with his cheek mushed up against the side of your head, eyes screwed shut at how good it felt.
you continued to palm him through his jeans, going a little firmer when you felt his breath literally tremble in your ear as he shook.
โ€œshitโ€”โ€ his arms tightened around you. โ€œwaitโ€”โ€ pant โ€œiโ€™m gonna cum in my pants if you keepโ€”โ€
โ€œdo it.โ€
โ€œno!โ€ he choked and his hips pressed into your palm, wanting more. โ€œletโ€™s goโ€” to the car. the car pleaseโ€”โ€
you nodded and pulled back, but stopped.
โ€œmegs if we do this we canโ€™t go back, okay?โ€ your chest heaved, a little fidgety. โ€œwe canโ€™tโ€” we canโ€™t go back to being just friends i donโ€™t wanna be just friendsโ€”โ€
he shook his head and looped his pinky with yours, leading you through the crowd and speaking over his shoulder.
โ€œwe wonโ€™t.โ€ he started.
โ€œi donโ€™t wanna be just friends anymore either.โ€
โˆ˜ห™โ—‹หš. YUJI ITADORI โˆ˜ห™โ—‹หš.
being good at math had its perks.
yuji was able to get by in every math related class, never had an issue with studying, and even tutored some of his friends and classmates as a side job to pay for his college classes and tuition.
but the minute you approached him one dayโ€” you, one of the most popular girls on campus, president of your sorority, life long crush and the most gorgeous girl he had ever seen, asking if he was able to tutor you on wednesdays?
being good at math became a blessing and a curse.
yuji thought he was well off at mathโ€ฆ but if he was to tutor you, he wanted to be fucking albert einstein at it so he didnโ€™t look like a fucking idiot if he happened to come across a topic he didnโ€™t know how to teach.
and as he sat on his desk chair in his dorm, textbooks and materials laid out and ready to go as he wiped his clammy hands on his pants for the thousandth fucking time, he heard you softly knock on his door.
oh fuck.
โ€œhi yuji!โ€ you greeted sweetly, him smiling back at you as he stepped to the side to let you in.
โ€œhey! were you able to find my building okay?โ€
you both walked over to his desk and sat down, you right next to him on an extra chairโ€” your perfume engulfing his senses and your pretty hair over your shoulders neatly.
โ€œoh no i was fine!โ€ you got your little notebook out with your pencil case. โ€œone of my friends is dorming in this building too so i knew where it was.โ€
he nodded happily and politely, shitting it inside but doing a damn fucking good job at not showing itโ€” though the reddening of his cheeks was something he couldnโ€™t control no matter how hard he tried.
since you could only see him once a week, the duration of the tutoring sessions was a lot longer than the rest of his clients, and though yuji literally offered to tutor you for free whenever you wanted, you profusely denied and mentally decided to pay him double for his kindness.
you nervously fiddled with your fingers as he opened the textbook and flipped through the chapters you needed help with, and upon noticing, he frowned.
โ€œsorry is it hot in here? i could openโ€”โ€
โ€œno! itโ€™s okay!โ€ you shook your head. โ€œsorry i justโ€” iโ€™m really bad at math so iโ€™m sorry if you canโ€™t get anything through my headโ€ฆโ€
you giggled nervously, and yuji just about cried.
โ€œoh! donโ€™t worry about that! thatโ€™s why iโ€™m here to help.โ€
he beamed, his smile so big and bright that you found yourself copying his exact expression.
he was so nice.
โ€œright!โ€
and he did help. yuji was exceptional at teaching, and concepts you had found hard to grasp before during class by your own professor was easy peasy with him, his bubbly and animated way of teaching you something that pulled you in and kept you engaged.
after two hours of tutoring, yuji sat back on his desk chair and exhaled.
โ€œphew, letโ€™s take a break! is that fine?โ€
โ€œmhm!โ€ you chirped, putting your pencil down and smiling. โ€œyouโ€™re really good at teaching yuji, like really good.โ€
โ€œoh thanks!โ€ he blushed, giving you a cute little smile. โ€œiโ€” i like math so i just, teach yโ€™know..โ€
you nodded. โ€œwhatโ€™s your major? is it something to do with that?โ€
โ€œoh noโ€”โ€ he shook his head. โ€œiโ€™m majoring in finance so i get a lot of math classes.โ€
โ€œhuh?!โ€ you gasped, completely astonished. โ€œi thought your major had something to do with teaching iโ€™veโ€” iโ€™ve never understood math before until youโ€ฆ youโ€™re brilliant!โ€
he gulped, your praises washing over him and making him feel tingly all over.
yuji gave you a wobbly shy smile. โ€œtโ€”thank you y/n!โ€
you grinned kindly, your pretty face making him want to word vomit how gorgeous he thought you were and maybe even sort of ask you to be his wife.
โ€œdo you umโ€” are you thirsty? i haveโ€”โ€
he shot up clumsily and walked over to his mini fridge. โ€œi have water? hereโ€”โ€
he didnโ€™t even let you respond as he took a bottle of cool water and handed it to you, you taking it gratefully.
โ€œiโ€” i also have these!โ€
he reached in again and gave you a little glazed donut pastry, wrapped neatly in a clear bag that had the bakeryโ€™s logo on the front.
โ€œoh no yuji itโ€™s okay!โ€ your eyebrows pinched together in worry. โ€œi donโ€™t wanna take whatโ€™s yours just the water is fine!โ€
he shook his head and closed the fridge, sitting back down on the chair next to you. โ€œitโ€™s all good! itโ€™s your reward for hanging on for two hours of tutoring.โ€
his smile was so kind and sweet, and you bit your bottom lip as you softly thanked him.
โ€œhowโ€™s umโ€” howโ€™s your sorority going?โ€ yuji asked.
โ€œmy sorority?โ€ you tilted your head to the side. โ€œhowโ€™d you know iโ€™m in a sorority?โ€
โ€œoh! wellโ€”โ€ he went completely fucking pink. โ€œsโ€”sorry youโ€™re kind of popular so i just heard..โ€
you hummed and quickly nodded. โ€œno itโ€™s okay! i didnโ€™t know people were talking about me like that.โ€
you laughed a little, and yuji thought you were so humble.
โ€œitโ€™s going great! itโ€™s really kind of you to ask.โ€ you crossed your legs and leaned an elbow on your knee, your chin coming down to rest on the palm of your hand. โ€œitโ€™s a little stressful to manage but i love my girls so, they definitely make it easier.โ€
yuji lit up. โ€œthatโ€™s great! iโ€™m glad itโ€™s going wellโ€ฆ iโ€” i know i donโ€™t know much about sororities and things like that but i have no doubt in my mind that youโ€™re the most qualified and deserving of a position like thatโ€ฆโ€
your eyes softened, and your heart literally ached in the best way over his compliment.
โ€œthank you yujiโ€ฆ seriously. youโ€™re so nice!โ€
you giggled, and it made him gnaw at the inside of his cheek.
the tutoring session continued after that, and just when you had reached your final hour, you slumped over his desk and groaned softly.
โ€œiโ€™m sorry yujiโ€ฆ my motivation is running out.โ€
he laughed softly. โ€œitโ€™s okay! it happens. if you want we can stop hereโ€”โ€
โ€œno!โ€ you shot up. โ€œi have to get through it iโ€™ll be so mad at myself if i donโ€™t.โ€
he looked at you, his eyes gentle. โ€œyouโ€™re doing really great so far y/n.โ€
you blushed, โ€œthank youโ€ฆโ€
you stood suddenly and reached over to flip through the pages of the textbook, completely unaware of the way your boobs were practically shoved up his face as his breath hitched, hands tightening on the arms of his desk chair.
you really hadnโ€™t noticed, you innocently wanting to just look and see how many chapters you had left to cover, but when you sat back down and quirked an eyebrow over yujiโ€™s flushed face and blown out pupilsโ€ฆ it clicked.
was he interested in you like you were with him?
maybeโ€ฆ
โ€œi need motivation.โ€ you sighed.
he cleared his throat and tried to regain his composure. โ€œi canโ€” i can give you another donut at the end?โ€
you giggled. โ€œitโ€™s okay! i have an idea.โ€
he tilted his head, curious. โ€œwhat is it?โ€
โ€œmaybe we can do like a reward system!โ€
โ€œa reward system?โ€
โ€œyeah!โ€ you nodded eagerly. โ€œfor every page we cover, i get a reward!โ€
he sat up and smiled, โ€œoh right! iโ€™ll give you a donut after each page then!โ€
but you shook your head, and he deflated. โ€œno?โ€
โ€œdo you know about hickeys?โ€
he choked, eyes widening dramatically. โ€œaโ€”aboutโ€” well, yeah, i do.โ€
โ€œmaybe that could be my reward! a hickey for every page.โ€
you smiled at him so fucking cutely, as if you didnโ€™t just ask him for something so raunchy, and his throat literally dried up at your request.
holy fucking shit.
โ€œyou wantโ€”โ€ he wiped his hands on his pants. โ€œyou want a hickey fromโ€” from me? really?โ€
โ€œyeah! only if youโ€™re okay with it, definitely not if youโ€™re not.โ€
โ€œno iโ€”โ€ his eyes darted from your neck to your face. โ€œi amโ€ฆโ€
holy. fucking. shit.
your tutoring session resumed, and yuji literally could not teach you a single damn thing anymore, knowing that by the end of this page he was going to do something that only took place in his dreams.
after a bit, he turned the page and shifted his body to face you, nervous and clammy.
you smiled sweetly and took his hands, yours soft and heavenly as you placed his on your shoulders.
โ€œonly if youโ€™re okay with it.โ€ you murmured again softly, tone nurturing as your pretty eyes looked into his.
โ€œiโ€” i am.โ€
โ€œokay! whenever youโ€™re ready.โ€
yuji breathed in shakily and out, gulping before coming closer to your gorgeous neck and planting his lips on it.
your hands came to rest on his thighs as he suckedโ€” slowly and carefully, not wanting to suck too hard and accidentally hurt you as his tongue flicked over the spot, the pressure of his mouth making you shudder as he continued to suck and create a pretty purple bruise.
he pulled away when he was finished with a wet smack, his breathing heavy as he searched your face for any indication that he did well.
and you glowed, looking at your reflection on the little mirror that sat on his desk. โ€œitโ€™s so pretty! i love it!โ€
a hesitant smile spread across his face. โ€œrโ€”really? you can be honest iโ€”โ€
you looked at him. โ€œno it was amazing! it felt really good!โ€
his dick twitched.
โ€œokay letโ€™s keep going now!โ€
well the motivation definitely worked, and funnily enough, you both got through the next page a lot quicker than before, yuji almost immediately turning to face you after turning the page.
this time, he placed his hands on your waist as he sucked. and he sucked, harder and wetter than before as his fingers pressed into youโ€” his tongue running over your new hickey and dragging over the previous one too before reluctantly pulling back, his dick a literal bolder at this point as you squeezed your thighs together, both of your chests panting.
you had barely reached a quarter of the next page when yuji set his pencil down and turned, his cheeks flushed and eyes wide.
โ€œcan i please just give you another one?โ€
you nodded quickly, eagerly, as you both stood and he latched back onto your neck, his arms around your entire body desperately, grazing his teeth against your sensitive flesh and full on making out with it as he messily sucked and ran his lips all over your neck this time, a moan slipping from you as he did that it made you slap a hand over your mouth in embarrassment.
โ€œsโ€”sorryโ€”โ€
โ€œdonโ€™t be donโ€™t beโ€”โ€ he breathed quickly, walking backwards until the back of his legs hit the bed and he sat, pulling you with him and grabbing at your thighs for you to sit on his lap.
you listened, your neck littered with yujiโ€™s hickeys as you subconsciously and softly grinded on his crotch, him groaning into your neck and biting down harder as your breath hitched.
yuji lost it at this point, all forms of moral out the fucking window as he dragged his long wet tongue from the side of your neck and up to your cheek, kissing and licking deviously at it as his hands squeezed hungrily over your plushy thighs.
he pulled back, eyes half lidded.
โ€œcan iโ€”โ€ pant โ€œcan i give you hickeys on your tits?โ€
โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”
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When you're asked to be on the wedding party of a long-lost friend, you get the chance to reconnect with former classmate Mingyu, but not without your old feelings and struggles resurfacing.
pairing: groomsman!mingyu x bridesmaid!reader
w.c: 18,7k
genre: friends to lovers, fluff, smut, minor angst, it's another self-indulgent 'running away from your high school past' story from me.
warnings: alcohol consumption, a lot of not standing up for oneself, kind of unrealistic wedding timeline (i've never been a bridesmaid so bare with me), mingyu has no flaws here because... im in love with him, this might be badly written I can't really tell anymore | smut: it's messy, and rough, face sitting, unprotected penetration (don't do this), multiple orgasms (f). lmk if im missing anything
still into you by paramore - i often listened to this song while writing this. i wasn't particularly inspired by it but the title did come from its lyrics, and i think it's pretty fitting
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The unopened letter stares at you from across the table. Trying to ignore it by doing your housekeeping chores is pointless. Scrubbing your toilet, doing your laundry, making your bed, and even cooking your meal preps for the entire week, nothing managed to take your head away from that stupid letter, wondering what could possibly be.
You and Olivia havenโ€™t spoken properly since graduating high school many years ago. The last time you had a full-on conversation with her was when she told you she started seeing a new guy freshman year in college, someone who went to your same high school but never knew. Besides that, your only form of โ€œcommunicationโ€ was liking each other's Instagram stories and the yearly happy birthday text. A letter from her addressed to you was the last thing you expected to see today, or ever.
Curiosity finally wins as you take it and inspect it up close. The pastel pink envelope with golden details feels sturdy in your hands, and the wax seal is stamped with two initials, O and T. The boyfriendโ€™s name appears in your memory as the realization hits you. Olivia and Thomas.
This is a wedding invitation.
Opening the envelope just confirms your thoughts, but thereโ€™s more to it than just a mere invitation. Just below some details such as dress code and the plus one, thereโ€™s a part specifically addressed to you asking you to be one of Oliviaโ€™s bridesmaids. Your stomach turns, anxiety, and excitement battling it out in each of your organs. For one, itโ€™s really heartwarming that she thought of you as a friend still and wants you to be a part of such a special day as her wedding. On the other side, itโ€™ll be awkward to see everyone again after such a long time, because, weirdly enough, you never encountered anyone you knew ever again, even if you didnโ€™t move away and still frequented same places as before.
Except, maybe that anxiety is just because of one person, whoโ€™s probably going to be more than involved in this wedding. Cassie, your other best friend.
Being a trio was never a problem. Actually, itโ€™s probably the better friend group arrangement for you. The three of you got along immediately since the first day of middle school and never looked back. It was always fun and comfortable, you thought you had found your best friends for life. But something happened around the age when girls start noticing boys, when everyone starts going on dates, flirting, kissing, getting into relationships. Thatโ€™s when you realized you and Cassie had the exact same type. It became almost like a routine: youโ€™d notice a cute guy around school but didnโ€™t say anything, and the next thing you know, at the next party Cassie would also notice him and hook up with him. You were sure you were in your very own Truman Show.
Was it partially your fault for not saying anything? Maybe, but did it have to happen with literally every single guy you were ever attracted to? It reached a point where you would constantly doubt yourself, compare yourself to her, was she cooler? Prettier? Smarter? Funnier?
In the end, it wasnโ€™t her fault, and youโ€™d never blame her for that, but for your own good and the wellness of your crumbling self-confidence, you had to get away from that situation. And you did. At least until now. But itโ€™s been years, youโ€™re not the same person you were back in high school, and hopefully, all of your self-doubting was also left in the past.
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A sky-high, lavish building stands before you in all of its glory. You were no stranger to your old friendโ€™s rich family, but her lifestyle always managed to take you by surprise.
Olivia wanted all the bridesmaids and groomsmen to meet and get comfortable with each other, so she and her fiancรฉ arranged a little afternoon party at their apartment. Over the few texts you exchanged with Olivia, she failed to mention the other people on the wedding party. So during the elevator ride, you think of every possibility, who could be there that you know? With how many people from school has she kept in contact with? Will you know the groomโ€™s friends?
The doorbell rings inside the busy apartment, and a few seconds later youโ€™re welcomed by your old friend with a bright smile. You hug Olivia tightly, the weirdness of the situation fading away for a few seconds. Afterward, you greet everyone with a shy smile, recognizing some faces and encountering new ones. Some people are standing in groups of three or four, while others sit on the couch or a few scattered chairs, talking with each other comfortably.
โ€œWhile we wait for the last people to arrive, I want to start telling you what I have planned.โ€
Olivia announces as you walk away slowly, and you find an empty wall by the hallway to rest against.
At least twenty minutes pass, in which Olivia doesnโ€™t take one breath, her happiness and excitement showing through her endless words. The wedding plan is not really out of the ordinary, but the scale of things, thatโ€™s the impressive part. She has seven bridesmaids, including you, plus the maid of honor who hasnโ€™t arrived yet, and her fiancรฉ has the same number of grooms, plus the best man. Each of you will pair up throughout the days coming up to the ceremony, and on the big day, each pair will have matching outfits and even a dance scheduled after the coupleโ€™s first dance as a married couple. Her idea was essentially thought so no one would feel out of place and enjoy the ceremony, because it should be a happy day for everyone.
While she explains everything for the second time, you take your time to look around the big room full of people. Scanning every face, there isnโ€™t really a lot of girls you know, but the groomsmen, on the other hand, all of them went to your same high school. It seems Oliviaโ€™s fiancรฉ still hangs out with his same group of friends. One of them, in particular, sparks a little smile across your face.
Mingyu was the only other person you considered a real friend in school. As scary and anxiety inducing as it is to have classes without your small friend group, he made it more than bearable, enjoyable even. Becoming friends with the nerdy boy assigned as your lab partner is one of the things you remember fondly about those years of your life. He was like a breath of fresh air during all the turmoil. Would he remember you?
His eyes catch yours from across the room, and an instant smile forms across his lips. After all the years that passed, he still looks the same. Heโ€™s much more mature and fully over puberty now, his broad bulky frame being one of the more standing out new things about him, but youโ€™d recognize that confused expression and toothy smile with fangs peeking out anywhere. Your mood rapidly improves as he mouths a โ€˜hiโ€™ and waves his hand lightly at you, not wanting to interrupt the bride to be. You repeat his greeting with a growing grin, but your small interaction is cut short.
โ€œAnd Y/Nie,โ€ your name catches your attention, and you turn to Olivia, โ€œyou and Mingyu will be our last pair. Is that okay?โ€
The relief is immediate. It might be a little awkward, but at least youโ€™ll be with someone you know. You and Mingyu look at each other once again and then nod at her, but before she can continue with whatever she is saying, the entry door opens behind her.
โ€œHi everyone!โ€ The familiar voice makes your stomach drop, โ€œIโ€™m sorry Iโ€™m late. My boss wouldnโ€™t let me go.โ€
โ€œItโ€™s fine. Itโ€™s nothing the maid of honor hasnโ€™t heard before.โ€ Olivia replies to her with a chuckle.
She looks the same too, only with longer hair and more mature features on her face. Her body language holds the same coolness, as sure of herself as she was when you were younger.
โ€œOh my god! I havenโ€™t seen you in so long!โ€ When she greets you, you straighten your posture, put on your best smile, and hug her back. โ€œHow are you doing?โ€
โ€œHey Cassie, good, good, just working my life away!โ€
You joke and try to ease up your emotions. Your few words manage to satisfy her as she nods with a smile, walks away, and pecks one of the groomsmen โ€“ her boyfriend? โ€“ on the lips before sitting by his side.
The schedule is easy for Olivia to finish explaining it, so in no time, food starts rolling in, and conversations pop up between everyone, either catching up or normal everyday chats. Cassie starts telling a story about something that happened earlier at her job, but you donโ€™t really understand it. You havenโ€™t talked to them in so long, you donโ€™t know what they do for a living, or where they work. You donโ€™t know them anymore, and youโ€™re too afraid to ask.
To the side, a couple of people over, Mingyuโ€™s talking with the rest of the grooms' friends comfortably. You want to talk to him, but what would you say? Itโ€™s not like you were the closest of friends. You never hung out outside of the school, and your friend groups never actually interacted until now. Actually, you never told Olivia and Cassie about him. Maybe because you were afraid that if you introduced him to Cassie, heโ€™d swoon over her like the rest of the guys you ever interacted with romantically.
An uneasy feeling creeps in on you as memories of your past fight to climb up on your memory. Feelings and thoughts you havenโ€™t felt in years come back up, almost reliving everything in a matter of milliseconds. You need to talk to someone, take your mind off of your overthinking. Because this is not the time nor the place to get so gloomy.
You get to talk with the rest of the bridesmaids, and the anxiousness of it all starts bubbling down, and youโ€™re much more comfortable. A couple of them are close family friends with Olivia, also as rich as her, but still really nice girls, even if a little airheaded, and the rest are friends from college.
Time passes by easily, and soon enough, the sun is already set.
On the ride back home, your mind starts spiraling again. Do you even fit in with all those people? An invite to her wedding wouldโ€™ve been just fine, but a bridesmaid? You feel like a total stranger, someone from her past whoโ€™s meddling around trying to sneak into a place she purposely left behind. At least you wonโ€™t have to see anyone ever again after the wedding is over.
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It is said that changing your usual routine helps improving your mood, taking another path home, shopping at a new place, sitting down at a different park, trying a new coffee order, changing the little things to feel more energized and be more productive. You wouldnโ€™t know, because every task you complete as fast as possible to be back home quickly. So, after days of not being able to think about anything else but the upcoming wedding, itโ€™s your only option left.
With the sky lit up with golden light, the grass and trees as green as ever, and a light breeze that prevents you from getting too hot, you walk around a park youโ€™ve never been to before, with your new โ€˜hot girl walkโ€™ playlist as a soundtrack. The kids running around the playground are the only sounds that get through your ears besides the music, maybe a bark or two as well, and the sun against your skin soothes all your worries. Damn. Going on a walk does fix your mood.
A hand grabbing your arm softly startles you, and youโ€™re about to punch the mystery person when you recognize his face.
โ€œMingyu?โ€
His eyes are focused on your fist that was ready to hit him, and you lower it down, beginning to take out your airpods.
โ€œSorry! You scared me!โ€ You erupt in a nervous laughter.
โ€œIโ€™m sorry! I called your name but you didnโ€™t hear me.โ€ He stands apologetic in front of you, looking down at his feet before daring to look back up. โ€œHow are you doing? We didnโ€™t get to talk the other day.โ€
โ€œYeah! Itโ€™s good to see you! I didnโ€™t expect you to be there, it was a nice surprise.โ€ Is it too weird to say that? Well, itโ€™s already done.
He gets the tiniest bit shy at your words, his ears turning a light shade of pink before disappearing quickly.
You notice a bicycle by his side, a cute pink helmet with glittery heart stickers hanging by the handle. He mustโ€™ve been biking when he saw you and took it off before calling your name.
โ€œI didnโ€™t know if you were still friends with Olivia, I didnโ€™t know if I was going to see you either.โ€
You fixate on the first part of his sentence, ignoring your bodyโ€™s reaction to him implying he wanted to see you.
โ€œOh, weโ€™re not really that close anymore.โ€ Thereโ€™s a silence as you finish your words, as it wasnโ€™t the reply he was expecting. โ€œLife, you know? We just grew apart.โ€
It was you who stopped making an effort to talk to her, but even if it was still for your own good, youโ€™re a little ashamed to admit it to Mingyu.
โ€œShe still asked you to be her bridesmaid. That must mean something.โ€ Ever the positive guy, he tries to make you feel better after the sour comment.
โ€œYeah, itโ€™s really nice of her.โ€ The sun shining so bright prevents you from looking up at him, but you smile, hoping he can see it.
The slow steps youโ€™ve been taking side by side turn awkward with silence. You wanted so badly to talk to him after the other day, but now that heโ€™s here, in front of you, you canโ€™t think of anything.
โ€œItโ€™s good that you still hang out with the guys.โ€
You donโ€™t know what else to say, and the words spill out of your mouth. He doesnโ€™t seem to notice the awkward atmosphere, his body as comfortable as ever walking by your side.
โ€œYeah, even though not as often as Iโ€™d like.โ€ A regretful smile forms across his lips. โ€œOur schedules havenโ€™t been lining up, I met Olivia in person maybe a total of three times over the years.โ€
โ€œWhat? Thereโ€™s no way you didnโ€™t share any classes in school?โ€
He shakes his head, chuckling at your surprise.
โ€œI think I only ever shared one class with her, but I didnโ€™t really care much about her crowd back then.โ€
โ€œWow, thanks for that.โ€
He means all the popular guys your friends would hang out with, and you know it, but there was always something so fun in teasing him and seeing him get so pouty.
"You know I donโ€™t mean you.โ€
His shoulder pushes your body lightly to the side, and you chuckle together. Itโ€™s hard to prevent the red from rushing to your cheeks. Maybe heโ€™ll mistake it for a faint sunburn.
โ€œThatโ€™s a cute helmet you got there.โ€ Your eyes point to it as a way to distract him.
โ€œOh, that?โ€ He picks it up with what seems to be an embarrassed voice tone, but his actions quickly override it. He puts it on proudly and looks at you with his eyebrows raised, โ€œmy sister gave it to me when I bought the bike, gets all the ladies.โ€
โ€œI'm sure it does.โ€
Attention from women he for sure gets, but probably not because of that thing. His tall, muscular body is enhanced by the tight blue t-shirt he's wearing. You didnโ€™t get a proper look at him the other day, and now, standing next to him in broad daylight, you almost wish you could still live in the ignorance bliss of not knowing the exact height difference between you two.
โ€œSo, what are you doing around here?โ€
His words make you realize youโ€™ve been staring for a few seconds, and you look ahead, hoping he didnโ€™t notice. He forgets to remove the helmet, making you chuckle quietly before answering.
โ€œI just got off from work and thought it would be nice to take a different route home.โ€
โ€œThatโ€™s such a coincidence! I come here, like, almost every week to bike around.โ€
โ€œWow, It really is.โ€
For how long have you been avoiding this specific park for no reason? Pushing away your chance of meeting the one and only person you wouldโ€™ve wanted to?
A ping from his phone alerts both of you, taking you out of your little bubble.
โ€œSorry I-" His expression falls as he reads the new text, โ€œI have to get going, but it was really nice seeing you!โ€
"Oh, sure! I didnโ€™t mean to hold you back.โ€ It comes out quieter than youโ€™d like. โ€œGoodbye!โ€ With a simple smile and a tiny wave at him, you turn around.
Right when he gets on his bicycle again, before he starts pedaling, he looks back at you, taking your first step in the opposite direction.
โ€œWait!โ€ When you turn around, heโ€™s taking his phone out of his front pocket, โ€œCan I get your number?โ€
The both of you blush at his words, and you look up at him cautiously.
โ€œSo we can catch up and, you know, get comfortable with each other for the wedding.โ€
You had already forgotten about that. The reason you even met him again in the first place.
โ€œSure!โ€
Your hand trembles slightly when you take his phone, and you mentally beat yourself up for it. Itโ€™s just your number! It could mean nothing.
โ€œIโ€™ll text you later so you can save mine.โ€
And with a wink, heโ€™s off to whatever he was late to.
Great. Now youโ€™re not only re-living your high-school anxieties but also your high-school crushes.
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During the following days, you find yourself checking your phone more often than ever, always with the hope that youโ€™ll get a new message from Mingyu. Texting almost every day since the encounter at the park, the time when youโ€™re both free to talk has become your favorite part of the day.
It started shyly, merely updating the other about your lives since finishing high school, your jobs, and hobbies. But as time passed, the never-ending conversation eased onto your daily routines. Youโ€™d wake up and text Mingyu, update him as you arrive at work. Lunch, break, evening, clocking out, dinner. Every little free time you got, youโ€™d text each other back and forth.
A text notification cheers you up constantly, thinking that it could possibly be him again. But itโ€™s not always the case, like this time.
Itโ€™s Olivia reminding you that, in exactly 29 minutes, you have the dance rehearsal with all the maids and grooms. Half an hour, and you live 1 hour away from the studio she rented. A little white lie never hurt anyone, so you tell her something came up and you'll be just a little late.
You love weddings, but if you had to choose one thing you donโ€™t like about them, it would definitely be the dancing. You canโ€™t dance for shit. Youโ€™d tell your right leg to move forward, and your left leg would move backwards, like your body canโ€™t comprehend instructions when theyโ€™re related to dancing. Usually, you stay in your seat, choosing not to embarrass yourself in front of all the guests, but this time, you canโ€™t get out of it. Poor Mingyu will leave the class with at least five bruises on his feet from you stepping on him.
The dance studio is part of a new, contemporary looking building on the exact geographic center of the city, a place you would always pass by but never thought youโ€™ll get to enter. Standing at the front desk, over half an hour late, you feel too out of place. Your clothes are probably wrong, your hair is completely disheveled, you donโ€™t remember on which floor is your class, and you donโ€™t even know the name of the dance teacher.
After a long discussion with the receptionist, she finally understands what youโ€™re here for and lets you go up to the 13th floor.
The walk from the elevator to the studio feels longer than it actually is. Three to four footsteps become long, slow turtle-like steps. But not even the infinite time you spend taking four steps prepare you for your stomach to drop down to the basement at the sight of Mingyu dancing with Cassie as soon as you open the door.
His hands on her waist, her arms around his neck, dancing slowly in circles, laughing about something she just said, you can almost hear something inside you break. After all this time, nothing really changed.
โ€œHey! Youโ€™re finally here!โ€
Oliviaโ€™s voice brings you back to earth.
โ€œHi! Iโ€™m really sorry I couldnโ€™t get here sooner.โ€ The dance teacher gives you a look, and you lower down your voice, โ€œSo how is this going?โ€
โ€œWe had to put them together,โ€ she points the dreaded pair, directing your eyes to them once again, โ€œbecause neither you or Tyler were here when we started, but after the songโ€™s over you can join him and Iโ€™ll practice with Cassie, okay?โ€
You nod with the best spirit you can manage to express.
โ€œIs Tyler the guy she was with the other day?โ€
You donโ€™t forget to whisper so the class isnโ€™t interrupted by your chatter.
โ€œHeโ€™s the only one of Tom's friends whoโ€™s not from school, donโ€™t worry, you didnโ€™t erase him from your memory.โ€
You stifle a laugh before it gets loud.
โ€œGood, I was starting to feel bad about not recognizing him.โ€
In reality, his existence doesnโ€™t matter much to you either way, except for something. โ€œAre him and Cassie a thing?โ€
โ€œShe says itโ€™s something casual but, and donโ€™t tell her about this, I paired them up together on purpose so they can finally realize that they like each other!โ€
Your lungs clear of air in an instant after hearing those words. Sheโ€™s not available. She has a boyfriend, sort of. A boyfriend who you do not know nor have feelings for.
โ€œYour secret's safe with me.โ€
โ€œMingyu's nice and all, but if he messes with my plan and charms her, I will personally revoke his invitation to the wedding.โ€
You both chuckle just as the song finally ends, yours quieter than hers. Both of them see you with Olivia, but only Cassie comes forward to say hi.
โ€œHey girls! Good to see you!โ€ She gives you a little hug before directing to Olivia. โ€œSoโ€ฆ Tyler isnโ€™t showing up, I assume.โ€
โ€œHe told me a few minutes ago that something came up and canโ€™t come, sorry.โ€
Her hand flies to Cassie's shoulders to comfort her, but she doesnโ€™t seem bummed by the news.
โ€œWell, then, I have something to ask you.โ€
Her presence suddenly becomes overwhelming as she grins at you with a proposition in mind, seemingly all thought out.
โ€œAre you close with Mingyu? Olivia told me you were classmates.โ€
How did she know? Maybe you did tell her about him after all.
โ€œHe used to be my lab partner. Why?โ€
โ€œHow did you not crush on him back then? Heโ€™s such a cutie.โ€
โ€œI probably did, I donโ€™t remember.โ€ Lie.
โ€œCould you find out if he has a girlfriend, pleeease?โ€
A buzzing sound is all you hear for a few seconds, like your brain forgets how to function. Words donโ€™t come out, and youโ€™re freezed in place as Cassie looks at you expectantly. To the side, Olivia looks just as puzzled by her request.
โ€œW-why?โ€
โ€œBecause, heโ€™s really hot and, if I need a quick rebound because of that other fucker, I need to know Iโ€™m not messing with a relationship.โ€
Silence is all you produce once again.
โ€œI just need a tiny bit of info, and itโ€™ll be weird if I ask him directly, so could you please try?โ€
โ€œSureโ€ฆ Iโ€™ll try, but Iโ€™m not promising anything.โ€
Youโ€™ve never sounded less excited about something in your whole life. You love some gossip and some drama, but not if it involves a genuinely nice guy like Mingyu being used. Or maybe itโ€™s just because itโ€™s him.
โ€œThank you, thank you, thank you.โ€
Cassie jumps excitedly and hugs you once again, just as the dance teacher calls for everyone to gather.
Mingyuโ€™s hands slot carefully at the sides of your waist, guiding you swiftly and sparking goosebumps across your back. Your arms wrap awkwardly around his neck, making him crouch a bit so you can look properly at each other.
โ€œWere you always this good? Or did you become a professional waltz dancer in the half hour I wasnโ€™t here?โ€
You remember him telling you the other day, during your endless text conversations, that he, like you, wasnโ€™t particularly excited about dancing.
โ€œLetโ€™s say, hypothetically, that I practiced before coming here, what would that say about me? Hypothetically.โ€
โ€œIt would say that,โ€ you drown out a cackle before you can continue, โ€œyou take your duty as a groomsman very seriously, hypothetically.โ€
โ€œGood, I wouldnโ€™t want you to think I was a dork, hypothetically.โ€
โ€œYouโ€™re too late, I already thought that.โ€
A pout forms on his mouth at your giggles, and he flashes the world's most menacing puppy eyes ever.
โ€œI mean it in the best way possible!โ€
โ€œIsnโ€™t it embarrassing?โ€
โ€œItโ€™s cute!โ€
His face shifts with skepticism, sending enough signals saying he didnโ€™t like your choice of words.
โ€œItโ€™s charming!โ€
The warmth his body emanates wraps around you fast. His expectant eyes looking down at you and the closeness of your bodies rises your temperature in record time, your cheeks pinking up furiously. You keep talking as the nervousness takes over you.
โ€œAt least it worked! Youโ€™re a really good dancer, Iโ€™m sorry I keep missing the beats.โ€
โ€œYouโ€™re giving me too much credit. Youโ€™re not that bad.โ€
โ€œNow youโ€™re just lying. My limbs are physically unable to coordinate more than three steps. Youโ€™re guiding me through every single one!โ€
His hands tighten just the tiniest bit around your waist, like a confirmation for the both of you that theyโ€™re still there.
The teacherโ€™s voice echoes all around you until it finally punctures your bubble, and youโ€™re able to hear the class youโ€™re here for. The steps sheโ€™s explaining for a second time make no sense in your head, too many turns and moves for you (and your body) to comprehend.
โ€œI need all the pairs to practice the final steps again.โ€
Only her final words make sense on your mind, and when you look towards Mingyu, his hand left its place on your body and is extended at you, his eyes kind yet concentrated back on the dance. You nod, taking his hand with an electrifying rush going through your veins.
Mingyu guides you firmly but with care, moving along the beats of the waltz. With each step, your synchronization improves, and the moves flow along easily, your bodies understanding each other. You canโ€™t help but smile as you look him in the eyes, a familiar warm feeling bubbling up inside you.
โ€œYou're doing a really good job.โ€
His eyes catch yours, a little wrinkle forming by each of their sides before he cracks a smile to match yours. Thereโ€™s something in the way he looks like when paying attention to you, like a spell being casted on you, making you crave more.
โ€œItโ€™s because itโ€™s comfortable with you.โ€
Your mouth betrays you and sends out the words without checking with your brain, but weirdly enough, you donโ€™t fear his reaction. Itโ€™s just the truth.
โ€œWeโ€™re more in synch than you thought.โ€
You swear you see a glimpse of a smirk before he spins you in his arms.
As you turn and move together through the song, you think your excitement isn't solely because of the rehearsal going well. It could be simply a wish, but a spark of something is definitely lighting up. The way Mingyu holds you, attentive and confident, you can't help to think he feels it too.
โ€œYou think we can be this good the day of the wedding?โ€
Thereโ€™s more anticipation than curiosity in your voice, remembering youโ€™ll keep meeting until then, youโ€™ll keep seeing him.
Mingyu reaches closer until his warm breath fans your ear and his lips graze your cheek.
โ€œWe could meet a few days before and practice, like I hypothetically did today.โ€
โ€œYou think I need practice?โ€ You tease to hide the blush creeping up your cheeks.
โ€œMaybe itโ€™s an excuse to see you again.โ€
A mix of shyness and giddiness overtakes you as you giggle at his proposition. But in the midst of your interaction, you skip a crucial move and begin to turn, stepping right on one of Mingyuโ€™s feet and almost tripping over to the side. His hand secures you by the waist, the hem of your t-shirt raised just enough so his fingers brush your fiery bare skin.
โ€œOk, maybe I do need the practice too.โ€
The teacher talks to you on the background, but itโ€™s hard to concentrate on anything other than Mingyuโ€™s touch lighting fires across your body, his worried eyes over your โ€˜almostโ€™ fall, and his smile when he realizes youโ€™re laughing at your clumsiness.
The music starts over, and you only realize it because his hand is extended at you once again.
โ€œLetโ€™s give it another try.โ€
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โ€œSo, you didnโ€™t get to ask him?โ€
โ€œIโ€™m sorry, I forgot about it. I was so focused on learning the dance that it slipped my mind.โ€
Running into Cassie coming out of the subway was the last thing you expected (and wanted) right now. Trying on dresses is the one bridesmaid related thing you were least excited about. So many hours of putting clothes on and off, picking colors, showing the rest of the girls, giving your opinion on their dresses, and listening to their opinions on yours. It just sounds so exhausting. But your mental pep talk got interrupted when Cassie saw you walking up the stairs of the station heading to the bridal shop.
โ€œItโ€™s okay, donโ€™t worry about it.โ€
โ€œHe didnโ€™t say anything that would imply he has one, if that helps.โ€
More than a helping hand to her, you're starting to hope heโ€™s single too.
โ€œThatโ€™s good to know, thank you.โ€
โ€œI donโ€™t really get why you wanted to know, though. I thought you had a boyfriend.โ€
โ€œHeโ€™s not... I mean, itโ€™s not like, official. I wanted him to get jealous, but I'm over that now.โ€
โ€œOh, so... you talked about it with him?"
โ€œKind of... he just explained why he couldnโ€™t come to the rehearsal, and I just, couldnโ€™t get mad at him simply for that, right?โ€
โ€œRight...โ€
You know virtually nothing about their โ€˜relationshipโ€™, or about him for that matter, so itโ€™s maybe for the best to stay out of theirโ€ฆ thing.
โ€œAnyway, about today, do you have something in mind for your dress?โ€
โ€œNot really, I was just thinking of browsing through the store and seeing what they have.โ€
โ€œWow, really? Youโ€™re so chill about it. I have a pinterest board with all the styles and shapes I like. I even checked their online store to see what they have in stock beforehand.โ€
โ€œThatโ€™sโ€ฆ actually really smart.โ€
โ€œNah, donโ€™t be nice. Did you at least think of a color? Olivia wants all of us to be different colors, but in pastel, obviously. I personally didnโ€™t really care about it, but I chose pink after some thought.โ€
โ€œOh, actually, I didn't know that.โ€
โ€œItโ€™s okay, you can decide when we get there.โ€
โ€œDid the rest of the girls choose already?โ€
โ€œMaybe? I havenโ€™t had the chance to ask them.โ€
โ€œI hope I donโ€™t get green then, I donโ€™t really like how it looks on me.โ€
โ€œYouโ€™ll look amazing either way. Donโ€™t let a simple color wear you down!โ€
Small talk with Cassie turns out to be quite nice in the short walk you have up to the store. It's a pretty shallow conversation, but not at all stressful like you thought.
The place is really fancy looking, tall glass windows and blinding white interior. It makes you take a breath just by looking at the displayed dresses. Relieved that Olivia said multiple times that sheโ€™ll take care of everything and not to worry about the prices, you and Cassie walk inside.
You didnโ€™t expect every girl to be already there, and you especially didnโ€™t expect the groomsmen to be also all there. The girls browse through racks and racks of different shaped and colored dresses, and the men are sitting back, talking with one another, waiting for their bridesmaid to ask for their opinion.
Cassie goes straight to greet Mingyu with a hug. Even if he isnโ€™t the closest one to the door. Even if Tyler is there also. And you walk behind her, slowly, shy because of all the people aware of your arrival. You give Mingyu a shy smile as a greet, and he returns it warmly.
After the dance rehearsal all those days back, youโ€™ve been hesitant about contacting him again. Thereโ€™s nothing wrong with him. Itโ€™s quite the opposite, actually. Heโ€™s caring, attentive, and kind towards you. You just donโ€™t want to fall in your black hole of a crush on him again. especially after Cassie made it clear to you that heโ€™s caught her eye too. Sure, she just told you she made up with her boyfriend, but her actions are already contradicting her words.
Olivia sees you with Cassie and walks quickly towards you two with a smile on her face.
โ€œHey girls! How do you like the store?! Isnโ€™t it huge?โ€
โ€œItโ€™s unbelievable! Iโ€™m gonna need at least two hours to look through all the dresses!โ€
Cassie answers, staring at the lengthy room in awe. You can feel Mingyuโ€™s eyes on you. Or maybe on Cassie. Regardless, youโ€™re in his line of sight, and it gives you chills.
โ€œWell, you have all the time in the world today. I reserved the whole store for the entire day for all of us, and the staff is also here to help us if needed, so donโ€™t worry about asking for help!โ€
โ€œThatโ€™s amazing!โ€ You both exclaim at the same time.
โ€œThank you!โ€ Cassie doesnโ€™t look back and goes straight to the racks of pink dresses. Youโ€™re about to go and walk around as well. Maybe try to find a color that suits you, but Olivia stops you before you can even take a step.
โ€œWait! I got the list of the available colors left for you,โ€ she hands you a sheet of paper with almost everything on it crossed out, โ€œIโ€™m sorry, I know there isnโ€™t much left.โ€
โ€œOh donโ€™t worry, itโ€™s fine. I shouldโ€™ve picked it earlier. Itโ€™s not your fault.โ€
Itโ€™s disappointing to see that only two items arenโ€™t crossed out. Light teal and pastel green. Green and teal arenโ€™t ugly colors by any means, but you always feel awkward when wearing them, so youโ€™ve learned to avoid them. The back of your throat itches to close as you think about looking ugly at the wedding, in front of so many people, in front of him.
โ€œI saw some of the teal dresses earlier, and theyโ€™re all super cute! Youโ€™ll look amazing!โ€
โ€œOh, ok, Iโ€™ll go check them out. But, just in case, isnโ€™t there any way for me to change colors?โ€
โ€œYou could ask someone to swap with you.โ€
Your mind instantly goes to Cassie. Earlier, she told you she didnโ€™t care which color she wore, maybe she wouldnโ€™t mind switching with you. You spot her easily on one corner, asking Mingyu about his opinion. She looks up at him with glittery eyes as one of her hands places itself on his arm. The sight turns your stomach upside down. You want to stop watching the scene as much as you want to break them apart.
Your legs make the decision for you and walk you to where theyโ€™re standing. They donโ€™t notice you walking over to them until you speak up.
โ€œHey, sorry to interrupt you guys, but Cassie, could I ask you something?โ€
Mingyuโ€™s the first one to look up at you, his face lighting up as you interrupt whatever Cassie was saying to him. Sheโ€™s slower, making sure to hang the dress back on the rack before turning to face you.
โ€œWhat do you need?โ€
There's very little annoyance on her tone, but you donโ€™t miss the way her eyebrows arch and her eyes dart to Mingyu, signaling you that she wants some alone time.
โ€œI wanted to ask if you, by any chance, were willing to switch colors with me?โ€
โ€œWhat happened? Which ones are left?โ€
โ€œBasically, just green.โ€
โ€œOh, thatโ€™s such a bummer.โ€
Thereโ€™s a silence when she finishes talking. You wait for her to continue, blinking at her, but she just doesnโ€™t. Her sentence ended there.
โ€œYeah, so, would you swap with me?โ€
โ€œIโ€ฆโ€ Her body language turns awkward as she thinks of an answer, side-eyeing Mingyu, whoโ€™s also waiting for her, but with no context to what youโ€™re asking her.
โ€œI just, you said you didnโ€™t really care about the color, so I thought you wouldnโ€™t mind changing it.โ€
You huff, not helping the awkward atmosphere around the three of you. Your eyes connect with Mingyuโ€™s, who's silently watching the interaction from the side. You hate that heโ€™s seeing you in such a state, so... desperate for something thatโ€™s not that big of a deal anyway. You need this interaction to be over.
โ€œYouโ€™re right, I did say that,โ€ you can already see where this is going, โ€œbut, I kinda already put my mind to it, and it took a lot of convincing to get Tyler to match with me. He already bought his suit, and I donโ€™t want to make him mad by changing everything so suddenly, Iโ€™m sorry.โ€
โ€œOhโ€ฆโ€
You can feel your stomach contracting, your throat threatening to close, your eyes getting ready to be filled with tears. This is so stupid. Itโ€™s just a stupid color. It's a stupid dress youโ€™ll never wear again. Why is it affecting you so much?
โ€œWait, Iโ€™m sure Tyler wouldnโ€™t mind changing.โ€
Mingyuโ€™s soft voice sounds closer to you, but you canโ€™t really see much with your eyes trained to the ground and vision blurry from tearing up.
โ€œNo, itโ€™s fine, letโ€™s not bother him.โ€
Blinking away the tears is easy, but looking up and finding a concerned Mingyu makes you feel like jelly. Cassieโ€™s long forgotten as you focus on him, his tall figure watching over you, his hand placed on your shoulder, squeezing lightly, silently comforting you.
โ€œIโ€™ll go try and find something I like.โ€
โ€œI can look with you if you want.โ€
โ€œNo, itโ€™s fine, you can go back to what you were doing.โ€
You walk away, leaving him standing there, still worried about your sudden reaction. Cassie is just behind him, waiting for the opportunity to get his attention back.
But you try not to think about him or her while browsing through the store. Trying your best to be positive, to not get dragged down by a simple color choice, or by a friend โ€“ if you can call her that โ€“ that couldnโ€™t help you.
Hours go by, and itโ€™s easier when you focus on other things. You help the other girls decide on their dresses, reacting and applauding, helping them find new ones if they arenโ€™t satisfied. Itโ€™s fun, contrary to what you previously thought, itโ€™s like playing a dress up game, except every now and then, itโ€™s Cassie who comes out on the make-shift runway, and the first opinion she asks for is always Mingyu's.
At one point, everyone has already decided, and youโ€™re the only one left. All the girls you helped come together to try and find you the best possible dress, bringing a new one to you with hopeful smiles on their faces every few minutes.
You try them on, eager to find one and be done with it. But, even if they look gorgeous when on the hanger, they always got something that doesnโ€™t sit right with you when you put them on. And after trying dress after dress, you grow more discouraged.
Olivia notices how tired you are and tells you that you can come back another day, alone and less anxious, but then again, that would mean stretching the situation for longer than needed. You decide to try on one more dress, one that Olivia picked specifically for you, and if youโ€™re not satisfied, youโ€™ll come back with her the next day.
The store lady helps you put the dress on, her sweet smile never fading, even if itโ€™s the tenth dress she helped you put on already. The pastel green silk fabric glides smoothly over your skin, hugging you in the right places as the lady zips it up. Your backโ€™s facing the mirror, too afraid to look in it again and find another disappointing result.
โ€œSweetheart, I think this is the one.โ€
The kind womanโ€™s voice startles you, but her honest smile makes you believe her words. You inhale deeply, calming yourself before turning around. But instead of looking at your reflection, you walk outside the changing room and onto the lobby.
Every pair of eyes is on you the moment you step out, your arms wrap around your torso in an effort to shield yourself, and you can feel your cheeks being painted a bright red color. A few gasps are heard, and when you look around, the girls who helped you are all covering their mouths, eyes wide as they watch you cautiously strolling forward.
At the back of the store, itโ€™s like time stops for Mingyu. Whatever he was doing, forgotten at the sight of you. He was unaware of how much your appearance could affect him. His eyes are trained on you, allured by your figure, scanning you up and down like a piece of art worth studying.
Buzz erupts all around you, mumbles and praises about your dress and how you look in it, but itโ€™s all background noise for you. Mingyuโ€™s heavy stare finds yours, and his ears turn a faint shade of pink. The subtlest smirk begins to form on his lips, spreading the warm feeling on your tummy all across your body. He canโ€™t seem to drive his eyes away from you, and you donโ€™t want him to. Your arms relax under his gaze, disarming the protective shield around you and drop to hang by your sides.
But, in a matter of seconds, the girls swarm around you, blocking all 360 degrees around you. Their positive opinions flood your ears as they walk you back to the dressing room, trying to convince you to choose this dress. You canโ€™t look back, but youโ€™re sure all the groomsmen left together.
Doesnโ€™t matter. Youโ€™re definitely getting this one.
After spending the whole day shopping together, it marvels you how these girls still want to spend time together. When they noticed all the boys left, they planned an impromptu girls' night at Oliviaโ€™s apartment.
Itโ€™s amazing how they can spend hours and hours talking with each other, a few drinks here and there, never running out of topics, entertaining you when youโ€™re too tired to talk.
Your phone vibrates in your pocket, and you sit back on your side of the couch to read the new text.
Mingyu: hey, how are you?
Mingyu: sorry i couldnโ€™t stay today, they dragged me to a boys night
Everything that happened a few hours ago flashes through your mind, waking a giddy smile on your face as you reply.
You: why are you sorry?
You: the girls wanted to do a โ€˜boys freeโ€™ night, weโ€™re at Oliviaโ€™s rn
Mingyu: i didnt want to leave before making sure you were okay
Oh.
You: im better now
You: it was fun helping the other girls, took my mind off of it
You: but thank you, you didnt have to worry
Mingyu: good to know :)
Mingyu: next time ill drive you home
You: drive me home? Will i sit on the bike's handlebar?
Mingyu: i was thinking more like a piggyback ride
You: hmm... ill have to think about it
You tune back to the conversation before anyone notices you not paying attention, having no idea what turns the topic has taken in the time you werenโ€™t listening.
โ€œI think heโ€™s definitely seeing someone.โ€
The girls divided into two groups with different conversations going on, but sitting in front of Cassie, you can only hear her side of the table. They might be talking about Tyler and their โ€œrelationshipโ€ problems.
โ€œI really donโ€™t think he is. He didnโ€™t use his plus one you know.โ€
A smile forms in your mouth when your phone vibrates in your hand once again.
Mingyu: can you believe the weddingโ€™s so close already
You: times moving so fast
You: i cant believe its less than two weeks away
Mingyu: it feels like it was only yesterday that tom told me he was getting married
โ€œBut today, he didnโ€™t seem at all interested, he was really out of it from the start.โ€
โ€œMaybe seeing dresses all day is not his thing.โ€
โ€œNo but like, I tried every move on him, and he didnโ€™t even bat an eye.โ€
Bits and pieces of the still going conversation manage to register on your mind, and you realize theyโ€™re talking about Mingyu, unaware of your current chat with him.
You: is the boys only hang out getting boring? Its not very polite to be on the phone you know
Mingyu: theyre all playing games, havent looked my way in over 30 mins
Mingyu: besides i much rather talk with you
You: well i wont argue with that
Mingyu: you seem bored too
You: youโ€™re definitely helping me get through the night
โ€œMaybe heโ€™s just not interested in you.โ€
Olivia teases Cassie, even though her comment is more than just a joke. But why is Cassie so adamant on wooing Mingyu if, according to Olivia, she really likes Tyler?
โ€œIโ€™ll be the judge of that.โ€
Mingyu: you know what I just realized
Mingyu: I forgot the dance routine already
You: omg me too
You: we might have to meet to practice like you said
Mingyu: we can do it at my place
Mingyu: you up for it?
You: i should ask you that
You: your feet are going to suffer because of me
Mingyu: thatโ€™s a risk im willing to take
Mingyu: but I gotta warn you, I take my practice very seriously
You: sure, you can carry me back to my apartment after we're done
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Sitting on Mingyuโ€™s couch, waiting for him to get back from the bathroom, youโ€™re too tired to do anything else than looking around his living room. Itโ€™s so him. The warm and neutral colors make everything feel cozy, with pictures of him and his family hanging on the walls โ€“ no ambiguously romantic photos with unfamiliar girls, and everything is so tidy, not one pillow out of place, even after practicing for over an hour. Out the window, you can see the sun starting to set, and the buildings across the street start lighting up. You recognize all of them.ย 
All this time, heโ€™s lived so close to you. His building barely a ten minute walk away from yours. You canโ€™t help but wonder, what wouldโ€™ve happened if you kept in touch, if you just walked two more minutes to the park he frequents, or sent him a follow request on Instagram the few times he popped up on your recommended. It comforts you that at least you have this chance to reconnect with him, to make things right.ย 
But sounding confident over text is easy, and now, youโ€™ve only danced for the whole time youโ€™ve been here, barely even talked about anything else.ย 
Itโ€™s conflicting, the guilt of meeting with Mingyu behind everyoneโ€™s back โ€“ even if itโ€™s no oneโ€™s business โ€“, the excitement of seeing him alone after weeks of only wedding related stuff, and the actual need to practice the dance so you donโ€™t embarrass yourself, all colliding in your mind, making everything awkward for you.ย 
Like ten thousand spectators, the windows of every apartment watch you through the glass, just sitting, waiting. Mingyu left only a couple of minutes ago, but after the many times you stepped on him, you wonder if heโ€™s actually hurt.ย 
โ€œAre you okay? Tell me if I need to call a doctor for your feet!โ€ย 
You shout with your head looking towards the bathroom door. His chuckle travels all the way to your ears before he opens the door.ย 
โ€œIโ€™m fine, I swear.โ€ย 
As he comes out, your body tingles with nervousness once again. He sits beside you on the couch, unknowingly making your head spin.ย 
โ€œYou sure? I donโ€™t think feet are supposed to withstand all of that.โ€ย 
โ€œIโ€™m okay, just tired, why donโ€™t we rest for a bit?โ€ย 
They way he sits, on his side, facing you, and his arm resting on the back of the couch, your eyes canโ€™t help but wander to where his arm muscles start showing. Every variation of the phrase โ€œbutterflies in your stomach" could describe the way you feel as he watches you, paying so much attention that you mumble your next sentence.ย 
โ€œThis couch is way too comfortable. It makes me want to just stay here the rest of the day.โ€ย 
โ€œLetโ€™s do it! We can even have dinner here. If we order take out, we can tell them to leave it at the door.โ€ย 
โ€œThat sounds nice, but one of us will have to go get it.โ€ย 
โ€œWhen my roommate comes home, heโ€™ll bring it inside for us.โ€ย 
โ€œOh my god, you have a roommate? When is he coming back? I donโ€™t want to be a bother.โ€ You look towards the entry hallway, like heโ€™s about to come in and kick you out.ย 
You really donโ€™t want to leave, Mingyuโ€™s company is already becoming one of your favorites, but you hadnโ€™t counted on being around another person, and in their home for that matter. You start to get up from where youโ€™re sitting, worried about having overstayed your welcome, but Mingyuโ€™s hand grabs yours softly and drags you back down.ย 
โ€œI invited you here. Itโ€™s not like youโ€™re trespassing.โ€ย 
โ€œBut Iโ€™ve been here for hours, is it not too much?โ€ย 
โ€œI guess I don't want you to leave.โ€ย 
His hand hasn't let go of yours, his skin against yours waking up your whole nervous system. You like how it feels when heโ€™s looking at you, but you canโ€™t help feeling too observed under his gaze.ย 
โ€œShould we practice one more time?โ€ You get up as your other hand takes Mingyuโ€™s free one to try and get him off the couch too. He doesnโ€™t fight your push, but you still struggle to move him barely an inch.ย 
โ€œNow that I think about it, my feet do really hurt.โ€ย 
When he stands up, your hands dreadly separate as you go press play on the song you had paused earlier.ย 
โ€œYouโ€™re a big and strong man, you can handle one more dance.โ€ย 
The music starts slowly, and when you turn around to go where Mingyuโ€™s standing, heโ€™s quick to put his hands around your waist and bring you to him.ย 
Like that day in the dance class, your bodies are quickly coordinated. Youโ€™ve been over the same dance for over an hour now, so at this point, every step is engrained in your muscle memory forever.ย 
โ€œWhy donโ€™t you take the lead on this one?โ€ He mightโ€™ve felt your sudden confidence in the moves, but fails to realize itโ€™s only because youโ€™re doing it with him.ย 
โ€œDo you have a death wish? The last time I tried to take the lead on a dance like this, it ended really badly.โ€ย 
โ€œBut youโ€™re doing good now! Iโ€™m sure it couldnโ€™t have been that bad.โ€ย 
โ€œDonโ€™t you remember the senior prom? When I made my date trip and he fell onto the chocolate fountain? He got completely covered in melted chocolate.โ€ He shakes his head, making you more confused. โ€œHe dislocated his shoulder. You really donโ€™t remember?ย 
โ€œI donโ€™t-โ€ He chuckles at your story but stops his words when he realizes you donโ€™t get what he wants to say, โ€œWe left early.โ€ย 
โ€œOhโ€ฆ I guess you had a good time with your date.โ€ Thinking about him with someone else puts a bad taste in your mouth.ย 
โ€œI didnโ€™t have a date, I went with the guys.โ€ Somehow, thatโ€™s less believable than you being a good dancer.ย 
โ€œI vaguely remember seeing you dance with a girl. Is my memory failing me?โ€ You remember because you hated it.ย 
โ€œMaybe I did dance with someone, but I couldnโ€™t score a real date.โ€ย 
โ€œYou canโ€™t be serious.โ€ย 
โ€œI am! Why donโ€™t you believe me?ย 
โ€œBecause I knew at least ten girls who had a crush on you back then.โ€ย 
The dance is already forgotten. None of you make the effort to go over the moves. With your arms hanging around his neck and his hands holding on to your waist, youโ€™re just going around in slow circles, eyes connected as your talk turns into something more.ย 
โ€œWell, I wasnโ€™t interested in them.โ€ย 
โ€œBut still, you couldโ€™ve easily gotten a date.โ€ You could let the subject go, and maybe you should, but you really want to make your point. โ€œI wouldโ€™ve gone with you.โ€ย 
โ€œDonโ€™t say things you donโ€™t mean.โ€ย 
โ€œBut I mean it.โ€ย 
โ€œYou wouldnโ€™t have gone with me.โ€ย 
โ€œYou donโ€™t know that.โ€ย 
โ€œYes I do!โ€ His tone gets serious, and it just makes you more desperate to make him understand. He needs to know heโ€™s wrong.ย 
โ€œNo, you donโ€™t! You would know if you had asked!โ€ย 
โ€œI wanted to!ย 
You stop in your tracks, looking straight into his eyes, seeing little hints of shock on his face as he realizes what he said. If your bodies were closer, youโ€™re afraid he could feel that you stopped breathing for a second.ย 
โ€œWhy didnโ€™t you?โ€ย 
โ€œBecause I knew at least ten guys who had crushes on you back then,โ€ youโ€™re about to shut him off, but he continues, โ€œand you did end up going with one of them.โ€ย 
โ€œSo, you did see me.โ€ย 
โ€œYeah, didnโ€™t stay much after that."
None of you know what to say, as your minds work tirelessly to understand what this conversation means.ย 
โ€œYou really shouldโ€™ve asked me.โ€ Thereโ€™s so much more you want to say, but you simply canโ€™t.ย 
โ€œYou were kind of popular and, I donโ€™t knowโ€ฆ It messed with my head.โ€ย 
โ€œI didnโ€™t care about those stupid labels, and I thought you didnโ€™t either.โ€ย 
โ€œI know you didnโ€™t, but I wasnโ€™t a confident kid back then, I couldnโ€™t just go up to the girl I liked and ask her out.โ€ย 
Your jaw reaches the floor after hearing those words. The girl he liked?ย 
Speechless for a few seconds, you can only look at him, trying to figure out if he meant to say those words specifically. He seems to be proud of what he said, showing no sign of regret.ย 
โ€œSo, now that youโ€™re all grown upโ€ฆโ€ you dare to let your fingers caress the skin at the base of his neck, and his hands tighten around you at the touch.ย 
โ€œOne would think that, after so many years, things wouldโ€™ve changed but-โ€ย 
โ€œI donโ€™t believe youโ€™re not confident by now.โ€ย 
โ€œThat did change, but apparently, other things didnโ€™t, even after growing up.โ€ย 
He tilts his head to the side cockily, his piercing gaze making you feel hot all over.ย 
โ€œMaybe some things arenโ€™t meant to change.โ€ Like an adrenaline rush, itโ€™s your turn to feel confident as one of your hands starts playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. โ€œI'm starting to discover some things are not that different for me either.โ€ย 
โ€œCould it be, perhaps, the same thing Iโ€™m talking about?โ€ His arms wrap around your waist, bringing you closer to him little by little.ย 
โ€œHmm, I donโ€™t know, youโ€™re being very vague, I could be talking about still enjoying country music.โ€ You joke so he doesnโ€™t notice your heart beating twice as hard as normal.ย 
โ€œI think you know what I mean.โ€ His smirk is one new thing about him, not that youโ€™ve never seen it before, but the reason behind it makes it way more thrilling to see now.ย 
โ€œI want to hear you say it.โ€ย 
โ€œYou really didnโ€™t know? I mean, back then, I always thought I made it obvious.โ€ His chuckle sends shivers down your spine.ย 
โ€œI wish I did.โ€ You canโ€™t help but think about how your life would be if you made a move on him all those years ago. โ€œBut I never said anything either, I was shy too.โ€ย 
โ€œGood thing we can make up for the time we lost.โ€
His droopy eyes send you down a spiral you have a hard time coming back from, all your insides becoming putty, feeling his want through his embrace, but thereโ€™s still one more thing to get to.ย 
โ€œYou knowโ€ฆ you say youโ€™re so confident now and whatnot, but I still havenโ€™t heard you say it.โ€ The look you give him is all he needsย 
โ€œFine, you win, I used to like you, and seeing you again made me realize I still kinda really do, Iโ€™m always eager to get your attention and to spend time with you.โ€ He pauses to take the quickest breath ever, all while youโ€™re losing yours. โ€œI know weโ€™re not the same people as back then, but if you want to, we can get to know each other, again, more mature and less stupid. I have my regrets about how I handled my feelings in the past, but I wonโ€™t make the same mistakes again. And I will ask you on a date after the wedding, just a heads up.โ€ย 
โ€œWow, I was fine with just an โ€˜I like youโ€™, but itโ€™s nice to see youโ€™re just as down bad for me as I am for you.โ€ You confess with a joke because, how can you possibly answer that? Your brain is barely receiving enough oxygen as it is.ย 
โ€œAnd one last thing, I really, really, really, want to kiss you right now.โ€ย 
โ€œThen why are you not doing it?โ€ย 
It takes a second for the words to register in his head. A second where you only look at each other, almost not believing whatโ€™s happening. The air around you gets so thick, so hot, almost unbearably heavy. And just when your hands begin to push his head your way, his lips attack yours.ย ย 
All the resurfacing feelings come to life, colliding like a thousand stars that have been running to meet for millions of years. His arms around you bring your body closer to his, forcing you on your tiptoes to follow his lead while his hair tangles between your fingers.ย 
It's surprisingly slow, yet hungry and desperate, making the other feel everything through the connection of your lips. You move along with him naturally, and when he bites your lower lip as a request for access, you donโ€™t hesitate. His hands creep under your shirt just as his tongue dares to move past your lips, exploring your whole body to his liking.ย 
Your chests flush together, leaving little to no space between your bodies, and you can do nothing but melt in his embrace. Your hands wander around his arms and back, touching and feeling every muscle they encounter on their way. When his hands travel down your lower back and reach your ass, you sigh on his lips and immediately feel his smirk against you.ย 
A furious knock on the door makes you both jump and separate, leaving you looking at each other, breathless and with confused faces, until you hear a knock again, as strong as the first one. Thatโ€™s when Mingyu decides to check his phone and sees it's his roommate, who had apparently forgotten his keys. Both a blessing and a curse.ย 
โ€œBro, what the hell? Iโ€™ve been calling you for about 15 minutes.โ€ You hear the door opening, followed by a new, deep voice.ย 
โ€œI told you I had company.โ€ Their voices echo through the hallway.ย 
When they finally reach the living room where youโ€™ve been awkwardly trying to make yourself look presentable, the roommate's face morphs into something, a mix of surprise and realization. You rush to gather your stuff after muttering some variation of โ€˜helloโ€™ and 'goodbye' to him. Your heart still pumps twice as fast as normal, and you donโ€™t trust youโ€™ll be able to handle yourself if you stay for longer.ย 
โ€œIโ€™ll see you on the weekend?โ€ Mingyu asks when youโ€™ve both reached the entry, his hand on the handle, hesitant to unlock the door.ย 
You want to kiss him again so badly. His lips are parted, still swollen, calling to you to connect them with yours again.ย 
โ€œFind me when you crash the bachelorette party.โ€ You make your best effort to sound confident and not at all dizzy because of him.ย ย 
โ€œYou know about that?โ€ย 
โ€œThe bridesmaids know everything... Itโ€™s only a surprise for Olivia.โ€ You peck him goodbye, like a promise for more. And the feeling of his lips on yours lasts all night.
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Itโ€™s roughly around 1 am. when a high-pitched scream from Olivia announces to everyone at the bar that the bachelor party has officially arrived.ย 
The effects from all the alcohol you consumed in the last 4 hours are just starting to fade, only a little buzz left. But that doesnโ€™t prevent you from seeing whatโ€™s happening all the way across the room.ย 
Mingyu standing with his hip resting on the barstool, listening to Cassie as she drunkenly asks him something. You want to stop looking, not wanting to let all your previous feelings resurface again, not after the recent development in your relationship with him. But just as soon as youโ€™re about to turn your head the other way, Mingyu interrupts Cassieโ€™s rumbling and tells her something, to which she doesnโ€™t respond, nods awkwardly, and just walks away, leaving him standing there.ย 
Thatโ€™s your signal to walk over to him.ย 
โ€œLooks like I found you first.โ€ย 
โ€œDamn, I wanted to get you a drink first.โ€ย 
The music and the people drunkenly signing and shouting makes it hard for your voices to reach the other, and Mingyu takes the opportunity to take a step closer to you.ย 
You stand against the bar as the room grows warmer and warmer the closer his body gets to yours. His height taunts you as he stands against the bar as well, forcing you to look up so you can see the smirk on his face. His fingers play with yours as the intensity of his stare increases. You donโ€™t care that youโ€™re in public, that anyone from the wedding can see you two. Maybe you want them to.ย 
โ€œHowโ€™s your night going?โ€ His hair tickles the side of your face.ย 
โ€œIt was really fun, I might be growing fond of the girls." You donโ€™t remember much, just a vague memory of many different games you played to get drunk, and the feeling of being happy. โ€œHow about yours? Donโ€™t tell me you went to a strip club or something like that.โ€ย 
โ€œActually, we did a drunk escape room, didnโ€™t even know those existed until today.โ€
The closeness between you is getting more worrying by the second, mainly because if you hear his low chuckle next to your ear one more time, you might pass out.ย 
โ€œThat sounds horrible!โ€ You chuckle away from his personal space, only to encounter his hungry eyes already looking at you.ย 
โ€œIt was fun, I wish you couldโ€™ve been there.โ€ His honesty has a sultry tone to it that makes your lungs completely empty of air.ย 
โ€œIโ€™m not sure we wouldโ€™ve made a good team.โ€ย 
โ€œWhy? Youโ€™re smart! Or at least you were back then.โ€ย 
โ€œHey! I still am!โ€ย 
โ€œI really have to get to know this new you.โ€
The pink and blue lights reflect on his face, giving him the most beautiful sparkles on his eyes, directed at you.ย 
โ€œItโ€™s not that new, Iโ€™m still very introverted, donโ€™t talk much when thereโ€™s a lot of people around.โ€ย 
โ€œI like that, youโ€™re observant, good thing to be while in a escape room.โ€ย 
โ€œWeโ€™re still talking about that?โ€ย 
โ€œMaybe, maybe not, I donโ€™t really care, I just wanted to spend time with you.โ€ย 
โ€œAre you drunk?โ€ You can only ask with a smile plastered on your face, but he shakes his head.ย 
โ€œYou kinda make me feel like Iโ€™m a teenage boy again, I donโ€™t know how to explain it.โ€ย 
โ€œI think I get it.โ€ You place your hand on his chest, feeling the beating of his heart under it, even harder than the music blasting out of the speakers.ย 
โ€œYou know, back then, every time I had a free period, I would make my friends walk past whatever class you had, just to get to see you, at least for a second.โ€ Out of everything heโ€™s drunkenly confessing, this may be the one that surprises you the most because you really never realized he felt the same. He notices you freezing in place. โ€œOnce they found out, I was relentlessly bullied by them.โ€ย 
โ€œI sure hope it was worth it.โ€ If the lighting was any better, he'd be able to see the cherry red covering your cheeks and ears.ย 
โ€œEvery second of it.โ€ Everything around the two of you moves slower, like timeโ€™s stopping only for the outside world, and the muffled background noises do nothing to pierce the bubble around you. โ€œI really want to take you on a date, a real one.โ€ย 
โ€œI would very much like that.โ€ย 
You can see the gears turning through Mingyuโ€™s eyes, and you move your eyes down to his lips so he can take the hint. But nothing happens as someone else enters your little world.ย 
Oliviaโ€™s aware that somethingโ€™s going on, her eyes switching back and forth between the two of you before she speaks.ย 
โ€œI need your help, Iโ€™m sorry to interrupt, but Iโ€™m getting worried about her.โ€ย 
โ€œAbout who? What happened?โ€ Mingyu stays behind you as you turn to Olivia, grabbing one of your hands, and his warmth gives you goosebumps.ย 
โ€œItโ€™s Cassie, sheโ€™s been sitting alone in the restroom for I donโ€™t know how long, she's way too drunk and I canโ€™t take care of her.โ€
You now realize sheโ€™s slurring her words, meaning sheโ€™s also too drunk and therefore canโ€™t take care of another drunk person, leaving you no choice but to go help Cassie. You look back at Mingyu, who encourages you to go, even if it takes a little too long for his hand to let go of yours.ย 
The graffitied restroom provides you with a little more light than the rest of the place, and when you enter, you recognize Cassie sitting on the floor inside one of the stalls. Luckily thereโ€™s no one guarding the bathrooms because if sheโ€™s seen throwing up, it could potentially get you both kicked out.ย 
You sit on the dirty floor beside her without saying a word, letting her know youโ€™re here to help without giving her a headache. Her foreheadโ€™s resting on top of her knees as she hugs her legs tightly. But after a minute or two of silence, you decide itโ€™s best to check if sheโ€™s at least awake.ย 
โ€œCassie? Are you okay?โ€ Your hand on her shoulder makes her look up at you.ย 
โ€œI donโ€™t feel so good, I just want to sit down for a while.โ€ She sounds tired, her husky voice giving away all the talking and singing sheโ€™s been doing all night.ย 
โ€œDo you need anything? I can get you a cup of water.โ€ย 
โ€œNo, please, just stay here a bit, I didnโ€™t want anyone to see me but I donโ€™t want to be alone.โ€ย 
โ€œOk, Iโ€™ll stay, let me know if you need something, anything.โ€ย 
Time passes by, the music making it easier for you to not get bored. A few people enter the restroom from time to time, too drunk or too in a hurry to notice you both sitting down. Olivia passes by the door a few times, hovering, checking if everythingโ€™s okay (and if youโ€™re still in the same position as the previous time). You just smile and nod, letting her go back to her party time and time again. But at last, in one of her check-ins, she finally walks inside.ย 
โ€œHey, Mingyuโ€™s looking for you!โ€ Both you and Cassie look up at Olivia, but her eyes point at you. โ€œWhat do I tell him?โ€ย 
You instinctively look to Cassie by your side, and her expression falls.ย 
โ€œDonโ€™t, donโ€™t go with him.โ€ She finds the strength to plead to you, but she seems more worried than anything.ย 
โ€œWhy? Did he do something? Is that why youโ€™re hiding here?โ€ Olivia asks, and you realize she didnโ€™t leave after you didnโ€™t answer her.ย 
โ€œNo, no, I mean, yes Iโ€™m hiding from him, but he didn't do anything, it was me, I embarrassed myself.โ€ย 
โ€œWhy are you telling me not to go with him then?โ€ย 
โ€œDo you like him?โ€ย 
โ€œI-โ€ Wow, blunt question out of the blue.ย 
โ€œYou can be honest, itโ€™s fine.โ€ย 
โ€œYeah, I do, I like him.โ€
Telling them, her, the truth feels kind of freeing. Finally admitting in front of them that you like someone, after not being able to for so many years, itโ€™s like you can finally breathe.ย 
โ€œThen, for your own good, donโ€™t go with him, heโ€™s seeing someone.โ€ย 
โ€œWhat? How do you know?โ€ That freedom lasts barely seconds before a new weight falls right on top of your lungs.ย 
โ€œHe told me, when the guys got here, he said that heโ€™s been after a girl for years and they recently started going out.โ€ย 
โ€œAre you sure? Did he use those words?โ€ย 
โ€œIโ€™m not saying it verbatim, I donโ€™t remember it exactly word for word, but thatโ€™s what he meant.โ€ย 
Could he possibly be talking about you? How recent is โ€˜recentlyโ€™ supposed to mean? You havenโ€™t even started officially dating. Is confessing your feelings considered the start of dating? Is it supposed to be this confusing? Are you going to believe her? Not that Cassieโ€™s a liar, but you donโ€™t know the context nor the exact words he used, and she doesnโ€™t know what happened between you and him either.ย 
โ€œShould I go tell him something?โ€ Olivia's already standing up, your silence not helping the situation.ย 
โ€œJust-" You donโ€™t want to push him away, but itโ€™s not the time to resolve this. The whole thing is too confusing to be making desperate decisions at this hour of the night, โ€œTell him to go have fun with the guys, Iโ€™m getting Cassie home.โ€ย 
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The loudest alarm you couldโ€™ve ever set up wakes you up with a jump. Your head hurts like your inside out emotions are building houses inside your skull. But the memories still hit you as soon as your eyelids burst open. Some decisions were definitely made the night before. Wrong ones? Thatโ€™s to be seen today.
And thanks to the gods and Oliviaโ€™s always late waking family, youโ€™re not supposed to be at the venue until 11 am. Only bad news, Itโ€™s on a luxury complex outside the city. You have time for a real breakfast and a shower, but all the thinking and feeling will have to wait.
You unlock your phone to find the last text conversation open and the messages you barely remember sending stare at you through the dim screen.
Mingyu: you left so suddenly
Mingyu: everything ok?
You: yeah
You: had to take Cass to her place, she wasnโ€™t feeling well
Mingyu: thatโ€™s too bad, hope she feels better
Mingyu: you just got home?
You: yep, about to go to bed
Mingyu: great, just checking before i head to sleep
Mingyu: sleep well, big day tomorrow
Admittedly, you were a little dry. Cassieโ€™s words were still lingering on your mind, making you doubt everything. One side of your brain telling you that he was probably talking about you, he explained what he felt and what he wanted and sounded sure and truthful. But, the other part of your brain, the still self-conscious and self-doubting side, also makes valid points. The void years in between your relationship werenโ€™t mentioned in his confession, and you technically arenโ€™t dating. He hasnโ€™t even asked you out yet! Itโ€™s too conflicting. But you know you have to face both of them today. After the ceremony.
The taxi ride to the venue is not only long but full of traffic. The sun shining bright directly to your face, the light humming of the driver to the songs of the radio and the occasional car horn on the distance, somehow make it bearable, with all the thoughts about the previous night, switching sides between the he said she said, itโ€™s nice to have something constant while your minds goes on a rollercoaster.
A rollercoaster that doesnโ€™t stop even when you arrive. As soon as you step foot outside the car, Oliviaโ€™s mom rushes you upstairs to where the make-up artists set up. Thereโ€™s no time to admire the beautiful countryside venue. You walk past the door to where the ceremonyโ€™s going to be held later, but rush up the stairs without even looking. The green dress already waiting for you at the door, an infinite echo of voices and even more people running around make the atmosphere feel dizzying.
Nothing slows down for even a second. Even when youโ€™re sitting down having your make-up done, around you thereโ€™s only people rushing to do everything, stressing about the little details, people running into the room to tell Olivia or her mom about decorations, the wedding planner coming in and out constantly, checking everythingโ€™s in order. Itโ€™s kind of beautiful how all this mess has the sole purpose of making today the best day for the couple. Even if it doesnโ€™t look like it, no one will remember the dress that wasnโ€™t properly ironed, or the string of hair that had too much hairspray on it, or the too slippery shoes that made it a chore to walk on the tiled floor.
So much chaos happens between the hair and make-up, and then with the photoshoots, you donโ€™t have time to talk to Mingyu. Your eyes would cross from time to time, but those milliseconds of him in a suit glaring at you from across the room are enough, and thereโ€™s so much of that you can take before an internal chain reaction begins.
The walk downstairs, after all the make-up retouches and fixes to any rebellious stray hair that didnโ€™t want to stay in place, feels like the first calm and slow moment of the day. As the steps get closer and closer to the bottom floor, the red carpet muffling the clicking of your shoes, your insides feel fire-like when you see Mingyu waiting for you by the final step, an unknowing smile on his face. His eyes drill holes on your figure, scanning you up and down shamelessly.
โ€œYou chose this one, I like it.โ€ He whispers by your ear as you walk to the door, where every pair is already waiting. A little smile shows on your face, but it fades when your eyes encounter Cassieโ€™s, watching the two of you with a frown so little you only notice because she immediately relaxes her face.
The music starts before you can say anything to Mingyu, and one by one, each of the bridesmaids start walking down the aisle, arms linked with the groomsmen, gracefully walking forward as the eyes of every guest fall on them. Your arm tangled with his is the first touch you share since many days ago, and even with all the conflict making your mind a blur, your heart speeds up at the feeling of his muscles.
Nothing seems slow anymore, and the ceremony almost goes by without noticing. There isnโ€™t one second where you donโ€™t feel Mingyuโ€™s eyes on you, making it impossible to focus โ€“ or pretend to focus โ€“ on what the priest is saying.
The moment your brain reconnects with your ears, Thomas delivers the most beautiful vows youโ€™ve ever heard. You met the guy only once, never even spoken to him, but the way he speaks so fondly about Olivia makes your heart clutch in your chest, and your throat tries to fight it, but you end up bursting with tears. But youโ€™re not the only one with a cascade of dramatic tears falling with seemingly no end. As the room fills with applause and even some whistles at the first kiss between the officially married couple, you see some people with tissues, quietly blowing their nose.
But the never-ending rush in time continues, everyone sprinting to sit at their tables for the reception. The last retouches of make-up get done quickly. The girls gossip to kill the time before the dance, because for them itโ€™s moving so slowly, but in the blink of an eye, youโ€™re going out the door once again, just as Cassie taps on your shoulder. You turn to her, expecting her to be angry, or at least to start speaking, but it looks like sheโ€™s still figuring out what to say.
โ€œThank you, for taking care of me last night, Iโ€™m sure you wouldโ€™ve preferred to enjoy the party.โ€
โ€œI wasnโ€™t going to leave you alone, itโ€™s fine, you donโ€™t have to thank me. Are you feeling better?โ€
โ€œYeah, I am! But actually, I wanted to apologize.โ€ Your head spins, dizzy from the world suddenly stopping hearing her words. โ€œI didnโ€™t know there was something going on between you two.โ€
โ€œThereโ€™s not- I mean, not much happened, I didnโ€™t want to cause a fuzz over it.โ€
โ€œBut you shouldโ€™ve told me you liked him, at least! If I knew about it, I wouldnโ€™t have gone after him.โ€ You see in her eyes nothing but honesty. โ€œI know weโ€™re not as close as before, but these are the things we need to tell each other. Itโ€™s the girl code.โ€
โ€œI donโ€™t really know why I didnโ€™t, I know I shouldโ€™ve, I didnโ€™t know how.โ€ Youโ€™ve now started to go downstairs to the reception, already the time to dance in pairs.
โ€œLook, itโ€™s okay if youโ€™re not comfortable telling me this, but did something happen? Was he talking about you last night?โ€
Youโ€™ve reached where everyone is waiting, and youโ€™re too embarrassed to look up and possibly find Mingyu standing there, leg-melting and breathtaking.
โ€œI thought about it but I donโ€™t know, maybe?โ€
Back at the reception, the music starts, signaling the newlyweds are about to begin their first dance, meaning in no time youโ€™ll have to step in and dance around them.
โ€œIโ€™m going to ask you three questions and you just have to answer yes or no. There's no need for explanation, okay?โ€
โ€œOโ€ฆKay?โ€
โ€œSo, you two knew each other in school, did you like him?โ€ You nod shyly, not looking in her eyes, embarrassed to be talking about this so openly, โ€œDid he like you?โ€ You nod again, โ€œAnd did something happen recently that would indicate that he would like to date you in the near future?โ€
You give her a final nod and finally look up at her. She sighs, taking your hand and squeezing it to make you pay attention.
โ€œThen he meant you dummy! Go, talk to him. Heโ€™s been staring at you all day like a lost puppy.โ€
When you dare to look his way, where you just knew he was standing, heโ€™s looking at you, a little smirk on his lips and subtly motioning he's ready to take your hand. You didnโ€™t notice it was already time, and everyone around you stands in their position.
The pairs start entering one by one, and your smile trembles, feeling the eyes of every guest on you. Your fingers barely graze his, but they feel raw, like you can feel every particle of his hand below yours. The electric fire emerging from where your skin connects with his runs through your veins in record time.
But as soon as the music starts and Mingyu turns you so youโ€™re looking at him, everything is forgotten. The steps come easily, his eyes calm but observing, his hand on your waist guiding you as he did every time you practiced.
โ€œYouโ€™ve been avoiding me.โ€ He whispers, not wanting to disrupt the moment, but knowing itโ€™s the only time youโ€™ll get alone.
โ€œI swear I didnโ€™t mean to.โ€
You panic. There was so much to do and so few words you could come up with to say to him that maybe you unconsciously avoided him by locking yourself up in the make-up room.
โ€œDid I do something wrong?โ€ He doesnโ€™t sound hurt, but rather just plain curious, eager to work this out between you two.
โ€œNo! it was just a misunderstanding,โ€ he waits for you to continue, but the part of your brain that makes sense starts crumbling, making it impossible to form a coherent argument, โ€œI- can I ask you something? It might sound stupid, Iโ€™m warning you.โ€
โ€œGo ahead.โ€ He chuckles, his feet continuing to dance while you've already forgotten about it. One of your hands stays on his shoulder, while the other is being held by him, still in the air by your sides, reaching the height of your shoulders.
โ€œYouโ€™re not dating anyone, are you?โ€
He doesnโ€™t let the silence even come close to the two of you, chuckling quietly so youโ€™re the only one who can hear it.
โ€œIโ€™m not, hard to believe I know, but Iโ€™m painfully single.โ€
โ€œGreat, I just wanted to make sure.โ€
โ€œI remember telling you I want to take you on a date.โ€
โ€œY-yeah, of course I remember that too."
The pit of your stomach lights up at the remainder of that afternoon in his home, your bodies as close as they are at this moment.
โ€œThen what made you think that?โ€
โ€œYou just, you said to Cassie last night that you started seeing someone recently and, I donโ€™t know, we didnโ€™t technically start dating, so I panicked.โ€ Saying it out loud to him, it sounds ridiculous, but if he thinks that, he doesnโ€™t show it.
โ€œOh that, yeah, I mightโ€™ve gotten ahead of myself, but hey, think of it as manifesting.โ€ Heโ€™s so charming that you donโ€™t care that heโ€™s making no sense.
โ€œNext time, donโ€™t tell a drunk girl whoโ€™s flirting with you the wrong information. She might spread it around.โ€
The synchronized chuckle you let out makes you pay attention to the forgotten situation. Youโ€™re dancing and havenโ€™t tripped once, like your muscles got a life of their own and remembered every single step. And you suddenly realize how close your body is to Mingyuโ€™s. One hand down the small of your back, pressing just enough to hold you in his personal space, his face close enough that you could concentrate on his breathing and feel the light exhales on your face.
When the music ends, the applause makes you look around, and your cheeks feel warm immediately, noticing all the eyes on every one of you. But the attention is short-lived, as you and Mingyu walk quickly to your table so the couple can do the welcome toasts. You don't miss how he slides your chair closer to his before you sit down.
Sitting by your side, Mingyuโ€™s body and yours are connected by an electric current, drawing you closer. His knee stays glued to yours, and the cut on the side of your dress allows your bare skin to brush against the fabric of his pants. A conversation takes place between everyone at the table, one of the guys telling a story about something funny that happened with Tom back in high-school, but itโ€™s hard to pay any real attention when Mingyuโ€™s fingers start tracing circles on your knee. Heโ€™s not even doing to be a tease. It seems like itโ€™s a habit of his, one that youโ€™re just discovering. You donโ€™t stop your fingers from playing with his, and a subtle smirk forms on his lips at your action.
Itโ€™s not like youโ€™re doing anything too flashy or indecent, but you do your best to mask your reactions to his touches, to try and keep the people of the table unaware of the not so innocent things going on under the fancy tablecloth. He only notices your changes because heโ€™s paying attention to you. The way your chest rises just a tad bit more when his hand goes a little over your knee, or how you drink from your cold glass of water when he presses on the skin of your inner thigh, but when heโ€™s about to move his hand off of you, you put yours on his to keep it in place. You also notice things throughout the night, for example, that Mingyu isnโ€™t drinking a lot, restricting to one glass of champagne per serving. You do the same, wanting to remember this night in the future.
Mingyu stands up when the dancefloor opens again, turning down an offer to go to the bar for something stronger than sparkling wine. Instead, he reaches for your hand, silently inviting you to dance with him, to which you agree, with a smile and avoiding his eyes. Following behind him, he doesnโ€™t let go of your hand, even when youโ€™ve reached the spot he wanted. People join you on the dancefloor, drunkenly vibing to the dj set, surrounding you, and blocking you from anyone you know. Itโ€™s feels almost private. Whatever song is playing on the speakers, it doesnโ€™t prevent you from following your own rhythm in your own world. Your arms wrap around Mingyuโ€™s neck, and both of his hands hold your waist, mirroring the evening at his place.
โ€œSo, tell me, what other embarrassing things did you do when you liked me?โ€
He throws his head back in embarrassment, sighing with a smile before daring to look at you again. His ears turn a light shade of pink, and you swear you can feel his heartbeat between your bodies.
โ€œI really told you that, did I? I was hoping you wouldn't remember.โ€
โ€œNope, I remember it very vividly actually.โ€
โ€œLetโ€™s leave the embarrassing stories for the future, I wasnโ€™t in my best condition last night.โ€
โ€œYouโ€™re making me too curious now, but how drunk did you get last night?โ€
โ€œHonestly, I was just nervous about seeing you and about tonight.โ€ He might be confessing another embarrassing thing, but behind his truthful tone, thereโ€™s something you canโ€™t quite decipher.
โ€œWhatโ€™s there to be nervous about tonight?โ€
Your heels allow you to be in his line of sight, and your chests are too close. If you inhaled deeply, youโ€™d be able to feel him on you. He takes advantage of your new height and forces your attention to go to his lips, smirking shamelessly as he thinks his next words.
โ€œDid I tell you how pretty you look today?"
One hand comes close to your face, removes a strand of hair from blocking your view, and tucks it behind your ear.
โ€œOh, shut up.โ€
You canโ€™t even think of a snarky response, your brain melting and showing just how much he affects you. Goosebumps spread all across your arms and back at the feel of his hand caressing your skin.
โ€œI canโ€™t, itโ€™s all Iโ€™ve thinking about all day, you, this dress, and you in this dress.โ€
You instinctively hide your face on the crook of his neck, his cologne invading your senses. Itโ€™s hard to think of words when heโ€™s looking at you like he wants to eat you whole.
โ€œI got it because of you. Do you really like it?โ€
Not that you need any confirmation, since heโ€™s told you twice already, but it wouldnโ€™t hurt to hear it from him one more time. Your reveal makes his smirking lips graze your ear, sending shivers down your spine, and his voice drops an octave to answer.
โ€œI love the dress, but Iโ€™ll love it more once I get it off you.โ€
โ€œI hate you.โ€
You barely manage to say, your chest rising but breathless at the same time. Your bodyโ€™s automatic reaction is to push him away, and your hands go straight to his chest to try, but of course itโ€™s pointless. His hands catch yours, not letting you leave his personal space. He taunts you by spinning you around, and once you do a full twirl, he grabs you by the waist again and brings your body to his.
โ€œYou have no idea how hard it was for me that day when you stepped out, wearing this.โ€ He gets closer to your ear with every word. You hate it and love it. For one, you can hide from his teasing eyes and blush in peace, but on the other hand, you are cheek to cheek with him, his breath fanning lightly on your side, and you can feel heโ€™s still smirking. โ€œYouโ€™re lucky there were other people in the room.โ€
A breath catches in your throat, and you swallow hard. You thank all the gods there are out there for being surrounded by drunk people. Because to anyone on their senses, your reaction to Mingyu's words would be too obvious.
โ€œI really hate you right now.โ€
Itโ€™s getting harder and harder to ignore the heat growing at the pit of your stomach.
โ€œYou donโ€™t.โ€
โ€œI do.โ€
โ€œI think itโ€™s quite the opposite actually.โ€
How are you supposed to play hard to get when his hands hold you like he wants to keep you forever?
โ€œYou think you know everything.โ€
You catch your voice about to tremble when his free hand starts going down the side of your arm, from your shoulder down until your hand, and interlocks his fingers with yours.
โ€œIf you hate me then, I canโ€™t tell you the secret Iโ€™ve been keeping all night.โ€
โ€œHave you been secretly writing an article about how to break someoneโ€™s heart in 10 days?โ€
โ€œI love that movie, but it has been well over 10 days, I couldnโ€™t make the deadline.โ€
โ€œRom-com connoisseur, noted.โ€ You jokingly nod, but not forgetting whatโ€™s important. โ€œNow tell me.โ€
โ€œSo, you know how they told us there were rooms available for anyone that couldn't drive home?โ€ You nod, too enthusiastically. โ€œI may or may not have booked one for tonight, and if you want to, thereโ€™s space for one more, we donโ€™t have to do anything if you donโ€™t want toโ€ฆโ€ He keeps talking, something about you watching him do something, but you get lost in the way his lips move as he talks, so pink and fast and hypnotizing.
โ€œIsnโ€™t it rude to just leave?โ€
The question leaves your mouth more to tease him than anything else. You want to be alone with him so badly, feel his body all over yours, his hands everywhere he can reach, ripping this godforsaken dress off you.
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Before the last food serving rolls out and everyone scatters to go back to their seat, you sneak out of the reception, but the drunk bodies are not making it easy. Mingyu leads the way with you grabbing his hand and walking behind him. You donโ€™t know if you couldโ€™ve managed another teasing touching session under the table.
You take a left turn into the hallway just at the same time as one of Olivia's drunk uncles, a stranger to the both of you, whoโ€™s half asleep using the wall to steady himself as he walks. The music echoes through the walls, and you can only look at each other, half about to burst out laughing and half needing to take the others clothes off, as you walk as nonchalantly as possible past the man trying his best to open his door.
Giggling like teenagers, you finally reach your room at the end of the hallway, but the second you enter, the atmosphere changes. Standing by the closed door, shoes off, panting, and frozen in place, you only look at each other. Your breaths regulate, and your smiles slowly fade off your expressions as the realization hits. Itโ€™s real. Heโ€™s here, and youโ€™re here, in a room just for the two of you. His eyes are bound to your parted lips, but you wouldnโ€™t know, as yours are also unable to leave his.
Like magnets, brutally drawn to each other, your lips finally reconnect in a hungry, desperate kiss. After learning how sweet he tastes, how his lips glide over yours so easily, how he wraps his arms around you to keep you close to him, there was only so much time you could spend in abstinence.
No words needed, the want translating in the way your hands push him against you, his hands traveling across your back, touching and groping everywhere he can reach. After the long day testing your patience, neither of you can slow down.
His fang claws at your bottom lip, making you whimper against him. He drinks in any sound you make, his arms bringing your body impossibly closer to his, almost making you one. No one is in control, both of you just touching and grabbing anywhere you can, desperate for more.
Your mouths reluctantly separate as Mingyu starts leaving a trail of kisses down your neck and biting lightly on your sensitive skin, making you gasp. You can only thread your fingers on his hair, encouraging him to leave any marks he wishes to.
โ€œIs this okay?โ€
His raspy voice travels to your ears, and you donโ€™t trust yourself to not make unholy noises if you open your mouth to answer. But just as youโ€™re humming, he digs his teeth just above your clavicle, turning your hum into a moan.
He slowly slides the straps of your dress down your shoulders, his fingers teasing your skin on the way down. His hand travels across your chest, only the silky green fabric in between your fiery skin and his teasing fingers. They go over your pointy hard nipples, feeling everything on its way, but not letting it stay anywhere for more than a second.
โ€œAre you going to take it off?โ€
Your breathlessness makes him chuckle, smug and cocky as ever.
โ€œRushed?โ€
โ€œVery. Youโ€™re the one that put the thought in my head, now take care of it!โ€ His hands sneak up your back, playing with the zipper of your dress.
โ€œDonโ€™t act so innocent.โ€ His tone goes straight to your core. The fabric around you loosens up as his hand runs down your spine, but he stops before it gets too loose to slip down. โ€œYou think I didnโ€™t see the way you looked at me all day? Youโ€™re not slick.โ€
He takes a step back to take off his suit jacket, absentmindedly throwing it to the side without breaking eye contact. But you don't let yourself get shy.
โ€œWho said I was trying to hide it?โ€
Your hands run from his shoulders to his chest, unbuttoning his shirt one by one as his breathing speeds up. The warmth of his body envelops your hands, your fingers barely grazing the skin above his pants, and his muscles tense at your touch before you slip his shirt off.
โ€œNow whoโ€™s the one teasing?โ€
Pulling on the red tie around his neck, he swallows hard as you bring his head closer to yours, so close you unconsciously flutter your eyes closed. His bare chest rises against yours as you undo his tie slowly. You could tilt your chin up and break the tension once more, but something in you wants to keep teasing him.
A step back is all you need to have his lips chase you, and he opens his eyes, droopy and confused, to find you slipping your dress off. His stare turns surprised and hungry as you reveal yourself for him, but his body stays frozen in place.
โ€œIโ€™m supposed to do that.โ€
Itโ€™s your time to chuckle now, taking a step forward again. His hands slot on your waist instinctively, traveling to your stomach, enjoying the feeling of your soft skin against his hands.
โ€œYouโ€™ll get to do it next time.โ€ The sentence is almost left unfinished, a breath getting caught in your throat when his hands dare go up your chest. But theyโ€™re gone in a heartbeat, as they reach your face and tilt it so you can properly look at him.
โ€œAre you sure you want to do this?โ€ No teasing tone on his voice.
โ€œIโ€™m literally naked in front of you.โ€ Your hands go back up to his neck, pushing his head slightly down, reaching a hypnotic closeness. โ€œI want this, I want you Mingyu.โ€
Confirmation is all he needed to let loose, to let the want take over his body and soul. He connects your lips with force, and wastes no time. With his hands on your ass and his tongue working its way inside your mouth, he stumbles backwards until you both fall on the bed.
With you on top of Mingyu, your hands make their way across his chest, his golden skin glistening due to the sweat. You can feel his hard muscles tense under your touch, making him sigh on your mouth when you find his sensitive spots. His hands move to your hips and push you down on him, making you both moan un unison because of the first friction between your cores.
His growing hard grinds deliciously against you. Even with his pants still between you, you can feel how big he is, and the wet patch on your panties grows by the second. Your lips are still smashed together, a mess of saliva allowing your lips you glide faster and hungrier on his, your tongues becoming one, not wanting to separate ever again.
Your hands find their way down his abdomen, reaching where his pants hang on his hips. The absence of a belt makes it easier for you to unbutton them, and he takes the off expertly, all without ever taking his hands off you.
The second your hand sneaks under his underwear, he groans under you, disconnecting your mouths to take a look at you.
โ€œIs it embarrassing to be already close?โ€ His blood red lips are parted, breathing out his confession, and you almost moan, clenching around nothing because of the sight, or his confession, or maybe the whimper he fights when you wrap your hand around him.
โ€œYouโ€™re so big, fuck.โ€ You sigh, and the side of his mouth quirks up, but slowly disappears as you start sliding your hand down, smearing the precum on his length.
โ€œIโ€™m not gonna hurt you.โ€
His eyes have a mix of concern and lust on them, and your body doesnโ€™t know how to react, your stomach flips, your hands tremble, and your underwear grows wetter.
โ€œI know you wonโ€™t.โ€
You climb down on him, your eyesight reaching where his boxers begin to tent. His gaze follows you, like he canโ€™t believe the reality of whatโ€™s happening. You take off the last piece of clothing left on his body, and his dick springs free, standing proud and angry red in front of your eyes. The throb on your throat makes you move forward, wrapping your lips around his leaking tip.
โ€œWait. Donโ€™t.โ€ You look up at him but heโ€™s facing the ceiling, ears red and eyes closed. โ€œI canโ€™t.โ€
โ€œI havenโ€™t done anything.โ€ You play innocent, and a smirk appears on your face when he finally looks at you, resting on his elbows.
โ€œExactly, thatโ€™s why I canโ€™t, I need to have a little bit of pride left.โ€
โ€œWhat do you suggest we do?โ€ You slowly climb up on him again, his hands moving to your hips like they got a life of their own. One hand on his chest and one hand on his jaw, you kiss him softly, and he melts at your touch.
A soft moan is heard, could be from him, could be from you, but your mind is too clouded to care when he rolls his hips against yours, following the pace of your lazy kiss. A rush of arousal takes over your body when he presses you harder against him, his length sliding perfectly with your core, your wetness making it easier to reach every point that makes you gasp.
โ€œI want,โ€ his lips stop working on yours, but his arms keep you from separating. You feel his every breath, every gasp at the friction, and his lips graze yours when he speaks, โ€œI want to taste you.โ€
โ€œFuck.โ€ He might just be able to feel the new rush of wetness dampening your panties further and smearing around his hard below you. His hands push your hips up his body. He told you what he wants, and heโ€™s showing you exactly how he wants it. โ€œAre you sure? I donโ€™t want to crush your skull.โ€
โ€œI wouldnโ€™t mind that, at least Iโ€™d die happy.โ€
โ€œWell, I canโ€™t argue with that if you want it.โ€
The chuckle he lets out reverberates from his chest up through your whole body. Thereโ€™s not much you can do besides complying with his wants, especially with the way your bodyโ€™s reacting to the sole idea of it and the way heโ€™s moving you to where he wants.
His hands sneak under the strings of your underwear, and as you climb higher and higher, he removes them easily, leaving you bare on top of him.
โ€œYouโ€™re so wet, shit.โ€ Your pussy pulsates just above his face. You canโ€™t see his reaction, but you for sure can hear it, โ€œI wouldโ€™ve done this sooner if I knew this was waiting for me.โ€
From your point of view, his whole face is covered, by you, on top of him, only his messy hair laying on the mattress can be seen. A view thatโ€™s dizzying and hypnotic at the same time, and you canโ€™t think of any answer to give him. His breath on your wet core makes you shiver, but youโ€™re afraid to sit down, afraid youโ€™ll hurt him.
Mingyu senses your hesitation and gives you no more time to doubt. His head rises until his tongue meets your folds, flattening on you, desperate to make you feel good. The sudden stimulation makes your legs tremble, and you would've fell on his face if it wasnโ€™t from his hands still holding your hips.
He starts making out with your cunt, moaning and groaning against it like this is also pleasurable for him. His tongue finds every place that makes you gasp, moan and whimper, and with every lap at your folds, a nasty wet sound accompanies it.
A shaky moan escapes out of you when he envelops your clit with his lips and sucks lightly, making you grab the headboard so you donโ€™t fall on him.
You mustโ€™ve fully sit on his mouth in your search for support, because he moans louder against your pussy, and you can feel everything. His lips and tongue working to drink every drop of arousal that leaves you, discovering every sensitive spot you didnโ€™t know about.
The tip of his nose bumps your clit just as his tongue finds its way inside your pulsing hole, and you instinctively move your hand down to pull at his hair. The action encourages him to go faster, harder, and when you grind on his face and he groans like heโ€™s enjoying it, you let go.
Riding him, chasing your high, youโ€™re using his tongue for your own pleasure. Your hand on his hair tightens, and you lose the little control you had of your throat. But the unfiltered sounds you make just push him harder. Every one of your senses is clouded. The wet sounds, the way he moans against you, his tongue already knowing where to go to make you squirm, everything culminates without warning.
You cum on his tongue faster than you have ever before. Your thighs tremble at either side of his head, and you realize youโ€™re crushing him between them. But he doesn't let you get up. His tongue continues to work on you,
He cleans you up, drinking every last drop of arousal smeared on your skin. You spasm over him every time he โ€“not so accidentallyโ€“ flicks your clit with the tip of his tongue, starting to get you overstimulated.
You use the strength you have left to push his head back, and take advantage of his surprise to plop down on his side, your back on the mattress and your pussy finally away of his eager mouth.
โ€œAre you okay?โ€
From the corner of your eye, while you try to recover, you see Mingyu doing his best to clean the lower side of his face.
โ€œYeah, fuck, that was a lot.โ€ You manage to say in between breaths. โ€œI need a second.โ€
โ€œIf youโ€™re too tired, we can st- fuck.โ€
You donโ€™t give time to overthink, quickly getting on top of him again, your swollen dripping cunt right on top of his still hard cock.
โ€œSecond's over.โ€ Only a little smirk is the warning he gets before youโ€™re grinding on top of him again. All of your juices mix as you slowly ride back and forth, his length sliding between your wet folds deliciously. โ€œIโ€™m clean, and on the pill, are you?โ€
โ€œOn the pill? Unfortunately not.โ€ How he manages to make you laugh even on your horniest moments will forever remain a mystery. โ€œBut Iโ€™m clean, Iโ€™ve never had sex without a condom before.โ€
โ€œMe neither. I guess this will be a new experience for the both of us.โ€ The sole thought of it makes his dick twitch under you.
โ€œAre you sure?โ€ His hand cups the side of your face, and his eyes look at you with such care that you could melt in an instant.
โ€œYes, I donโ€™t want to wait anymore. Weโ€™ve waited long enough.โ€ That seems to relax him, his hands beginning to roam freely across your torso.
Sliding forward makes the veins of his cock drag along every sensitive spot and you both moan before his tip finally prods at your entrance. A loud hiss comes out of him as you align yourself with his length and push his tip in.
But before you can go any further, he wraps his arms around your waist and turns you around so your back is against the mattress. You gasp at the sudden change, and when he starts slowly sinking into you, filling every possible space inside you, you lose your breath.
His cock being covered by your fluids makes it easier, and when he finally bottoms out, so deep you feel him everywhere, you hear him trying to muffle a moan. Your gummy walls clamp around him, trying to get used to his size. The twitch of his length feels stronger while inside you, and you know heโ€™s trying to resist the urge to pound into you.
โ€œMove, please, I need you.โ€ Your pathetic whimper triggers another smirk out of him, and as he moves down to give you a soft kiss, his eyes darken.
โ€œWhatever my girl wants.โ€
The slow drag of his cock as he starts sliding it out almost make you delirious, but before his tip slips out, he snaps his full length right back in, making your body jolt upwards. You can't speak properly, a curse you canโ€™t even hear leaves your mouth before he repeats the action, again and again.
โ€œSo deep, Mingyu, fuck.โ€ The brutal pace he sets has him abusing every single sensitive spot inside you, even the ones you didnโ€™t know about, hitting relentlessly where it makes you scream, and youโ€™re seeing stars.
โ€œYou donโ€™t say my name often,โ€ his voice is raspy and deep, almost mirroring the way his cock pistons inside of you, โ€œI like how it sounds coming out of you."
Your palms are against the headboard and youโ€™re sure the bed hitting against the wall can be heard from other rooms, but when one of his hands sneak between your bodies and starts circling your clit, you stop caring all along.
The grinding of your hips matches his rhythm, accentuating everything as he drives you closer and closer. With his face just above yours, you can only look him in the eyes and let him watch your face contort in pleasure feeling every vein of his cock dragging inside of you. With any other person, you would be self-conscious, but as he finds that spot inside you that makes you squirm, you forget the world around you and focus on grabbing his strong arms for support.
His teeth find your neck again, biting and kissing on your soft skin, pushing you closer and closer to the edge, and he doesnโ€™t stop drilling his hips into you. Somehow, you feel him deeper with every thrust, and the only thing you can do is claw your nails on his arms and back, encouraging him more and more.
โ€œYouโ€™re so tight, shit.โ€ His hips stutter when you clench hearing his voice. โ€œTell me youโ€™re close, please, fuck, I donโ€™t now how long I got."
โ€œYes! Yes, donโ€™t stop.โ€ You tighten impossibly harder around him when you feel him pinch one of your nipples. Heโ€™s literally everywhere, stimulating every spot to tip you over the edge.
Your arms and legs cage his body so close to yours that he has trouble keeping up with his pace, but that doesn't stop him from pounding hard. The sound of skin your skin hitting against his and his groans are like music to your ears.
It's when his thumb teases your clit again that you finally snap.
You tremble around him, moaning uncontrollably as he keeps pounding into you, prolonging your orgasm as he pleases and chasing his own. But heโ€™s far gone too. Your sweet moans in his ear and your walls clenching around him so perfectly are enough to have him spilling inside you.
Sleepiness is about to get you when you feel him sliding out you and plopping by your side. Naturally, one of his arms slots under you as your head rests on the crook of his neck.
Thereโ€™s silence while you both catch your breaths, his hand softly drawing circles on your back and yours on his chest. As reality sinks in, giddiness fills your entire body, and you canโ€™t contain the smile growing against his golden skin.
โ€œDid you do any embarrassing things back then?โ€ The sudden interrogation makes your cheeks turn red.
โ€œIโ€™m guessing thereโ€™s no way out of this, right?โ€ You avoid looking up at him to not make your shyness obvious, and you feel him shake his head as an answer. โ€œFineโ€ฆ you knowโ€ฆ your fangs?โ€
โ€œMy fangs?!โ€ Amusement and surprise mix on his voice.
โ€œFuck this is so embarrassing.โ€ Youโ€™re caged between his arms but you manage to cover your face with your hands.
โ€œYou liked my fangs?โ€
โ€œI still do, but yeah, I would just draw little fangs everywhere, I guess no one ever noticed because they looked more like vampโ€“"
โ€œWould you like to have dinner with me tomorrow?โ€ He luckily interrupts your embarrassing rant with his pending question.
โ€œAlready? You want to see me again that badly?โ€ You feel the chuckle on his chest before you hear it, and at that moment, itโ€™s the best sound youโ€™ve ever heard.
โ€œI plan on taking you on dates at least three times a week. Youโ€™re never getting rid of me now.โ€ He embraces you in his arms, chests flushed together, and when you tilt your head up, heโ€™s already looking at you, expectant for your answer. โ€œSo, what do you say?โ€
โ€œYes, I would love to have dinner with you tomorrow.โ€ The smile he gives you might be the most blinding smile youโ€™ve ever seen. โ€œBut just so you know, I do not have sex on first dates.โ€
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Nerd!Seungcheol
โ€” Synopsis: After finding Nerdy!Seungcheol crying in the corner of the locker room because his girlfriend broke up with him to be with a jock after joining in the cheerleading team, you decide to help him and do everything he wished his ex-girlfriend had done. โ€” WC: 6.6k โ€” WARNINGS: smut, fluff, crack, some bickeringโ€”slight enemies2lovers plot, he cries, seungcheol is not a virgin (but his ex never gave him blowjob), mentions of alcohol (beer), mentions of glow-up, reader uses short dress and mentions short skirt, oral (f. & m. receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, cock riding, answering phone in the middle of the sexโ€”voyeur?, hickeys, body fluids (cum) and cringey mentions of hands mimics (fingering/blowjob).
As you head to the dressing room to grab your things after your Friday lonely practice, the usual silence from the night is broken by a faint, muffled sound. You pause, listening intently. Itโ€™s a sniffling noise, followed by broken pants. Curiosity piqued, you follow the sound deeper into the lockers, your footsteps echoing softly against the tiled floor.
Turning the corner, you find Seungcheol, huddled in a corner, hugging his knees to his chest.ย 
โ€œSeungcheol? What are you doing here?โ€ you ask, a smirk tugging at your lips. Teasing him is practically second nature to you.
His head snaps up, eyes wide and red-rimmed. โ€œWhat do you want?โ€ he snaps back, wiping his nose with the sleeve of his sweatshirt.
You place a hand on your waist, raising an eyebrow. โ€œI think the better question is, why are you in the womenโ€™s locker room?โ€
His eyes widen in realization. โ€œSeriously?โ€ he mutters, scrambling to his feet, the embarrassment clear on his tear-streaked face.
You roll your eyes and turn to leave.ย 
You wait just outside, leaning against the wall with your phone, scrolling through messages, pretending not to notice the state heโ€™s in.
A few moments later, Seungcheol emerges, his face still blotchy from crying but now trying to pull himself together. He dries his tears on his sweatshirt, still hiccuping softly.
โ€œSpill it,โ€ you say, not looking up from your phone. โ€œWhat happened?โ€
He hesitates, but he knows that on Monday, everyone will know about it. โ€œMinji broke up with me,โ€ he admits, his voice cracking. โ€œSheโ€™s dating Jaehyun from the basketball team now.โ€
Itโ€™s a stereotype for a reason. โ€œAnd you didnโ€™t see that coming?โ€
Seungcheolโ€™s face crumples again, and you immediately regret your harsh words.
But you can't help it! Jaehyun is the quintessential jock, the kind of guy who always ends up dating cheerleaders. Itโ€™s almost clichรฉ.
Seungcheol nods continuing, looking down at his feet. โ€œI knew she wanted more popularity, but I didnโ€™t think sheโ€™d...โ€
โ€œLook, Seungcheol, sheโ€™s not worth it if sheโ€™s willing to dump you for some jock just to boost her social status.โ€ You shrug as you walk toward the hallway exit.
He looks up at you, eyes filled with confusion. โ€œWhy are you being nice to me?โ€
You shrug, slipping your phone into your bag. โ€œI canโ€™t let you mope around like this. Itโ€™s pathetic.โ€
He manages a weak smile at that. โ€œThanks, I guess.โ€
โ€œCome on, letโ€™s get out of here. Iโ€™ll walk you back to your dorm,โ€ you say, starting to walk again.
You leave Seungcheol at his dorm, giving him a final glance. โ€œDonโ€™t take this the wrong way, but you need to toughen up.โ€ย 
The weekend passes in a blur of volleyball practice and social events. You donโ€™t see Seungcheol at all, not even a glimpse. Sunday night, you find yourself at a party, scanning the crowded room. There she isโ€”Minji, with Jaehyun, surrounded by people. They look like the picture-perfect couple, a stark contrast to the image of Seungcheol crying in the womenโ€™s locker room just two nights ago.
After the party, you head to the convenience store near the university dorms to grab a late-night snack before heading to bed. As you wander down the ramen aisle, you almost bump into someone. You look up and see Seungcheol, his face so fucking swollen and hidden under a hood.
โ€œWhat the fuck happened to your face?โ€ you whisper, startled, clutching your snacks.
He scoffs, โ€œWhat do you think? Been crying all weekend.โ€
You furrow your brows. โ€œSeriously? Youโ€™ve been crying the whole time?โ€
โ€œWhat do you think?โ€ he repeats, more bitterly this time, grabbing a pack of ramen.
You both head to the cashier, the cashier glancing curiously at Seungcheol's disheveled appearance. As you walk towards the dorm buildings, it strikes you how funny you must look togetherโ€”your party dress barely covering your ass, and his baggy 'I'm not going to see anyone I know' clothes.
โ€œMan, if youโ€™re going to show up looking like this tomorrow, you might as well ask to leave college for real,โ€ you say, shaking your head.
He sighs, his voice weary. โ€œIโ€™m not going to drop out because of her.โ€
โ€œThen stop crying,โ€ you reply, exasperated.
He snaps at you, โ€œWhat do you even know about it?โ€
You pause in your tracks and give him a hard stare. โ€œWhile you were crying your eyes out all weekend, she was giving Jaehyun head in his car, like, minutes ago,โ€ you say, your face contorting with disgust at the memory.
His eyes open wide. โ€œShe gave him head?! What a whore. She never even gave me a blowjob.โ€ he mutters, more to himself than to you.
You raise an eyebrow, munching on your snack. โ€œShe never did? Seriously?โ€
He looks even more pissed, fists clenching at his sides. โ€œI swear! And I alwaysโ€”never mindโ€ฆโ€ย 
โ€œDude, you were crying over someone whoโ€™s not even worth it,โ€ you say, shaking your head. โ€œSheโ€™s obviously just using Jaehyun for popularity. Sheโ€™s not worth your tears.โ€
He kicks a pebble on the sidewalk, the anger beaming off him. โ€œI thought she loved me.โ€ย 
โ€œPfft! Clearly, she didn't,โ€ you reply, shrugging. โ€œSheโ€™s a social climber. Sheโ€™ll do whatever it takes to get to the top.โ€
He looks at you, grabbing a handful of your snacks โ€œYouโ€™re right. Iโ€™m done with her.โ€ he mutters, chewing monstrously. Seungcheol frowns, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. โ€œHow did you even know about that?โ€
โ€œI was at the party,โ€ you admit with a shrug.
He glances at you, taking in your outfit and the faint smell of feminine perfume mixed with alcohol. โ€œNow it makes sense why you smell like that and why youโ€™re dressed like this at 11 p.m. on a Sunday,โ€ He glances down, taking in your party dress thatโ€™s riding high.
He recalls the moment in the convenience store when you bent down to grab some Takis from the bottom shelf, your ass almost completely exposed. He had glanced, unfortunately and quickly moved to stand behind you, rolling his eyes, blocking the cashier's view, who was wide-eyed and staring.ย 
โ€œMan, I gotta tell you about all the crap I had to put up with.โ€ he begins.
You listen attentively, craving some juicy gossip to cap off your weekend. He needed to vent, and you were going to end the day with some top-tier gossip. A win-win situation.
At his dorm, Seungcheol sits on his bed, and you are plopping down on the chair, eager to hear the tea.
โ€œCan you believe she made me cancel our anniversary dinner because she wanted to go to some stupid party instead?โ€ he says, shaking his head.
โ€œNo way!โ€ you exclaim, licking Takis powder off your fingers, your eyes wide with interest.
He nods, exasperated. โ€œYeah, and she didnโ€™t even tell me until the last minute. I had this whole thing planned, and she just ditched me.โ€
โ€œUnbelievable,โ€ you mutter, munching on another Takis.ย 
โ€œAnd she always made me do her assignments. I spent countless nights writing essays for her while she was out partying.โ€ย 
โ€œShe did that?โ€ you ask, genuinely shocked.
โ€œYep,โ€ he sighs, moving restlessly on his bed. โ€œAnd get thisโ€”she once made me wait for three hours outside her dorm because she was โ€˜getting ready.โ€™ When she finally came out, she said she didnโ€™t feel like going out anymore.โ€
โ€œThatโ€™s insane!โ€ you gasp, shaking your head in disbelief. โ€œSheโ€™s the worst.โ€
โ€œShe really is,โ€ he agrees. โ€œAnd she never wanted to do anything I liked. It was always about her and what she wanted.โ€
You laugh, shaking your head. โ€œThatโ€™s because youโ€™re too nice, Seungcheol. If it were me, Iโ€™d have shown up the next day in a mini skirt like thisโ€”โ€ You make a gesture with your fingers, indicating something tiny, โ€œโ€”just to rub it in her face.โ€
He snorts, amused by the thought. โ€œYeah, well, I guess itโ€™s different for a guy.โ€
โ€œMaybe,โ€ you reply, pausing as an idea strikes you. โ€œWait, do you have contact lenses? Or maybe a clipper?โ€
He looks confused. โ€œWhat? Why?โ€
You step closer, gently moving his hair out of his forehead. โ€œBecause if youโ€™re going to move on, you need a new look. Letโ€™s start with this mess of hair.โ€ย 
He looks at you, confused. โ€œYou really think thatโ€™ll help?โ€
โ€œBro, trust me,โ€ you say, determined.ย 
You walk around his room, rummaging through his things, looking for the clipper. Seungcheol sits on his bed, looking at youโ€ฆ Nervously.ย 
As you plug in the clipper, the buzzing sound fills the room. Seungcheolโ€™s eyes widen in alarm. โ€œYouโ€™re not going to make me bald, are you?โ€
You smirk, raising an eyebrow. โ€œDonโ€™t you remember who did the girlsโ€™ undercuts below their ponytails for last semester's game?โ€
His eyes light up in recognition. โ€œThat was you?โ€
You walk back smugly, opening your arms. โ€œYep, that was all me.โ€
As you begin cutting his hair, he starts talking again. โ€œYou know, she once told me that my glasses made me look like a nerd, and she hated it when I wore them in public.โ€
You roll your eyes. โ€œYa! Thatโ€™s ridiculous. Your glasses suit you. But we can always get you contacts if you want a change.โ€
You skillfully give him an undercut, trimming his hair and revealing a fresh look. He looks at himself in the mirror, his forehead and thick eyebrows finally getting the attention they deserve. You help him with the contacts, and before you leave his dorm, you give him a final piece of advice.
โ€œNo sweaters,โ€ you say firmly.
The next day, as you finish getting ready in your dorm, you hear a knock on the door. Opening it, you find Seungcheol standing there, looking surprisingly handsome in his new look.
โ€œLook at you!โ€ you exclaim, giving him a knowing smile and nodding for him to enter. As you finish getting ready, you ask, โ€œWhat are you doing here?โ€
He shuffles his feet, looking a bit shy. โ€œI donโ€™t know, just felt weird going alone.โ€ โ€œYou look healthy,โ€ he says, his eyes taking in your appearance.
โ€œYeah, I took a bath,โ€ you reply, deadpan. โ€œYou should try it sometime.โ€
He chuckles, the nervousness fading a bit.ย 
Together, you head towards the university building. As you walk beside him, you notice people glancing at him, some even doing double-takes. You stand proudly, shoulders squared, almost waving like a beauty queen.
As you and Seungcheol make your way down the hallway, you spot Minji in the middle of the corridor, surrounded by a group of people. Your eyes dart between her, Seungcheol, and Jaehyun, and you think to yourself that this moment is straight out of a movie. You almost wish you had popcorn to complete the scene.
You and Seungcheol walk closer, and you can see Minji's eyes light up as she spots him. She opens her mouth, probably ready to deliver some dramatic line or apology.ย 
But Seungcheol, simply ignores her and doesnโ€™t give her the satisfaction of a glance. His chest puffed out slightly.
You take a fine distance from them, your jaw practically dropping in disbelief. โ€œI canโ€™t believe you actually did that, did you really just ignore her?โ€ you ask, laughing.
Despite his impressive new look, Seungcheol didnโ€™t end up mingling with the jock crowd as you might have expected.ย 
Instead, during recess, you spotted him from afar, sitting with his book club friends. The contrast was cuteโ€”here he was, looking like he could easily fit in with the jocks, but he chose to hang out with his old crew, surrounded by books and enthusiastic chat. He stayed true to his roots, hanging out with the people who truly mattered to him
He had the whole packageโ€”stylish haircut, fresh look, and yet, he was still the same Seungcheol. Still maintaining his original traits and habits.
The bell rings, signaling the end of classes, and you head towards the dorms, looking forward to a bit of downtime. Suddenly, you hear someone calling after you.
โ€œHey! Wait up!โ€
You turn to see Seungcheol jogging towards you, his new look making him stand out even more than before. Heโ€™s out of breath but manages a grin. โ€œHow can I show my appreciation for what you did?โ€
You wave him off with a smile. โ€œYou donโ€™t need to do anything.โ€
He pouts, looking genuinely disappointed. โ€œCome on, please!โ€
You roll your eyes, teasingly. โ€œCalm down, nerd! Hmm, maybe just a beer or something?โ€
His face brightens at the suggestion. โ€œBeer? That sounds perfect!โ€
You chuckle, shaking your head as you both start walking together.
As you and Seungcheol sit at a small corner table in the campus bar, nursing your beers, he takes a swig and shakes his head in disbelief.
โ€œI canโ€™t believe Iโ€™m drinking on a Monday,โ€ he says, looking at his beer as if it might somehow magically make the week less mundane.
You laugh, leaning back in your chair. โ€œSometimes it feels like drinking just becomes a part of the routine. Itโ€™s like college fucks you up so much that you need these little escapes to keep your sanity.โ€
Seungcheol nods in agreement, a thoughtful expression on his face. โ€œYeah, itโ€™s kind of messed up how we end up just normalizing this stuff.โ€
You both sip in comfortable silence for a moment before he glances at his phone, scrolling through a chat. โ€œOh, hey, look at this,โ€ he says.
You raise an eyebrow. โ€œOh? Whatโ€™s that?โ€
He shows you a photo on his phone. Itโ€™s from the party you were at on Sundayโ€”Minji inside Jaehyunโ€™s car, Minjiโ€™s head is down, clearly giving him a blowjob, and Jaehyunโ€™s face is smug. Your face scrunches up in disgust as you look at it.
โ€œUgh, yeah, thatโ€™s what I saw,โ€ you say, cringing. โ€œI didnโ€™t want to think about it again.โ€
Seungcheol sighs heavily. โ€œItโ€™s just... seeing that, after everything that happened, itโ€™s like sheโ€™s moved on and Iโ€™m left here...โ€
You take a deep breath, considering his frustration. โ€œYeah, I get it. Itโ€™s a shitty situation.โ€
He looks at you. โ€œYou know, I never really got why she never... I mean, she never did that for me. Not that Iโ€™m complaining or anything.โ€
You blink, taken aback by his confession. โ€œShe has never given you a blowjob? You were serious then?โ€
Seungcheol nods, his cheeks flushing slightly. โ€œYeah, and now seeing her do it for Jaehyun... it just feels like a slap in the face.โ€
You sip your beer, thinking it over. The whole situation has him worked up, and you canโ€™t help but feel a bit sympathetic.ย 
โ€œDamn, thatโ€™s rough. I can see why youโ€™d be so pissed.โ€
โ€œitโ€™s like, she was so willing to do it with Jaehyun, but never with me,โ€ he says, clearly frustrated.
โ€œWell, now you know,โ€ you say, a bit smugly. โ€œShe was obviously saving that for Jaehyun.โ€
He looks down at his beer, indeed annoyed. โ€œYeah, she was a piece of work. I guess I should have seen it coming.โ€
โ€œWell, we could always find a way to have some fun and blow off steam. Iโ€™m sure thereโ€™s a way to make you forget about Minjiโ€™s bullshit.โ€
Seungcheolโ€™s eyes narrow with curiosity. โ€œLike what?โ€
โ€œIโ€™m sure we could figure something out. Maybe even something youโ€™ve been wanting for a while.โ€
He raises an eyebrow. โ€œOh really? And whatโ€™s that?โ€
You lean in even closer, your voice barely a whisper. โ€œLetโ€™s just say, I know a thing or two about making someone forget their ex and feel a lot better. Are you interested?โ€
You smirk, is he acting, or he's that bad at catching hints?
He looks at you, catching the hint. โ€œAre you saying what I think youโ€™re saying?โ€
You grin, leaning in a bit closer. โ€œDepends on what you think Iโ€™m saying.โ€
He blushes slightly, his eyes meeting yours. โ€œCareful, Y/N. Youโ€™re making it sound like youโ€™re fishing for something specific.โ€
โ€œMaybe I am. Just putting it out there.โ€ you shrug.
โ€œAre you serious? Stop playin' with me.โ€
โ€œI'm dead serious.โ€
He looks at you, contemplating the offer. โ€œYou know what? Letโ€™s do it.โ€
You can't quite pinpoint if it's the alcohol working its magic, loosening up inhibitions, or if itโ€™s just the chemistry between you and Seungcheol, but his attempts at flirting are hitting all the right notes. Thereโ€™s a certain charm to the way heโ€™s leaning closer, trying to gauge your reactions with every word he says.
He takes a sip of his beer, his eyes meeting yours. โ€œYou know,โ€ he starts, his voice a bit slurred, โ€œIโ€™ve always admired how you can just say whatever you want.โ€
You laugh softly, leaning in to match his tone. โ€œOh really? And what else do you admire?โ€
He smiles, his cheeks slightly flushed. โ€œWell, for starters, your confidence. And the way youโ€™re not afraid to call me out. Itโ€™s actually pretty sexy.โ€
The alcohol seems to be giving him a boldness youโ€™ve never seen before. He reaches out, brushing a strand of hair away from your face a bit clumsy.
โ€œYouโ€™re drunk,โ€ you tease, though you canโ€™t deny the flutter of excitement his touch brings.
โ€œMaybe,โ€ he admits, his gaze lingering on your lips. โ€œBut Iโ€™m not too drunk to know when something feels right.โ€
โ€œSeungcheol,โ€ you say softly, trying to keep things light but feeling a pull towards him, โ€œare you sure you want to go down this road?โ€
He nods, his eyes never leaving yours. โ€œI wouldnโ€™t say it if I didnโ€™t mean it.โ€
[...]
The scent of your dormโ€”so unmistakably youโ€”fills Seungcheol's senses, making him harder than ever. As he stands before you, your naked form on your knees, your hand between your legs touching your throbbing clit, and the sight of you looking up at him with hunger in your eyes, itโ€™s enough to make his head spin.
You stroke his cock with one hand, licking your lips like youโ€™re about to devour him.ย 
His cheeks are flushed, maybe from the alcohol, maybe from the very embarrassment of the situation. He bites his bottom lip, eyes wide with anticipation, his cock starting to ache with need. The handjob youโ€™re giving him is good, but itโ€™s not nearly enough.
โ€œFuck, youโ€™re so hard,โ€ you murmur, your voice dripping with lust. You can feel his cock twitching in your hand, the head sticky with precum.
He lets out a shaky breath, his eyes glued to the sight of your hand moving up and down his shaft.ย 
You lean in, your tongue flicking out to taste the precum at the tip of his cock. The salty, slightly bitter taste coats your tongue, and you hum appreciatively, savoring the flavor. Seungcheol's breath hitches, his hips jerking forward involuntarily.
โ€œOh, fuck!โ€ he groans, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.
You smile up at him, loving his reaction. You want this to be memorable, to engrave this moment into his mind permanently. You give the head of his cock a few teasing licks before enveloping your lips around it.ย 
โ€œHoly shit, Y/N!โ€ he groans, his voice ragged. As you slide your mouth further down, taking him deeper, his body curls inward, every muscle tensing. Itโ€™s like youโ€™re sucking every ounce of energy from him, and he can barely stand it. Your mouth is so wet, so warm, and you look so devoted, so gorgeous.
You look up at him through your lashes, seeing the absolute ecstasy on his face. Youโ€™re dedicated, giving all of yourself to make this perfect for him. You bob your head, sucking him deeper, your cheeks hollowing with the effort. Your tongue works along his length, swirling around the tip before you take him in again.
Seungcheolโ€™s efforts to hold back his moans crumble. โ€œFuck, Y/N, that feels so good,โ€ he whimpers, his voice loaded with desperation. He grips your hair, not to control but to anchor himself, as his arms on the bed threaten to give out.
You hum around his cock, the vibrations making him shudder. You suck harder, your hand stroking the base of his shaft in beat with your mouth. You can feel him throbbing against your tongue, his neediness evident in every spasm and moan.
His moans become louder, more ragged, filling the room. The sound of his pleasure fuels your horniness, and you touch yourself more frantically, your fingers rubbing your clit in time with the movements of your mouth. Youโ€™re giving him everything, and you love the way heโ€™s falling apart above you.
โ€œY/N, Iโ€™m so close,โ€ he chokes out whiny. โ€œI canโ€™tโ€ฆ I canโ€™t hold itโ€ฆโ€
You look up at him, and suck him even harder, your mouth sliding up and down his length faster. You want to push him over the edge, to give him the orgasm he so desperately needs. Your hand strokes his shaft with more speed, your mouth working tirelessly.
You can't believe that Minji never gave Seungcheol a blowjob. Just the sight of his cock is almost enough to make you cum. With your hand still slick from touching yourself, you grab the base of his shaft and take him as deep as you can, sinking him down your throat.ย 
You hold him there for some seconds, feeling the tears from your gag reflex forming. When you pull back, you see him nearly losing his balance.
Determined to make this unforgettable, youโ€™re willing to suck his very soul out if it means you get to see his face as he cums and hear those incredible moans from him.
Seungcheolโ€™s body tenses, his muscles locking up as the pleasure becomes too much to bear. โ€œFuck, fuck, fuck!โ€ he cries out.
Seungcheolโ€™s entire body convulses, his hips jerking uncontrollably as you milk every drop from him. His eyes roll back, and he lets out a guttural moan, the sound of someone utterly lost in pleasure. You keep sucking him gently, drawing out his orgasm, until heโ€™s left trembling and spent.
When you finally release him, Seungcheol collapses onto the bed, needing to lay down to recover.ย 
You laugh softly, brushing your fingers through his hair, feeling a rush of pride at the look of utter bliss on his face. His eyes flutter open, and he smiles so wide it makes your heart swell.
He sits up slightly, his hand wrapping around your throat. He grips you gently, his thumb brushing over your skin. Youโ€™re caught off guard when he leans in, not giving you just a peck, but sliding his tongue into your mouth. You thought he might find it weird after cumming in your mouth, but he does it without hesitation, moaning at the taste.
You can feel your pussy immediately dripping onto the sheets. His kiss is hungry, filled with gratitude and lingering fascination, and you kiss him back just as fervently, your hands tangling in his hair.
When you finally pull away, you both are breathing heavily.
โ€œDamn, Y/N,โ€ he bites his bottom lip. โ€œYouโ€™ve ruined me for anyone else.โ€
Seungcheol's eyes roam over your body, and you can see the determination in his gaze. He wants to pay you back, to show you what he can do. Gently, he lifts you onto the bed, laying you down. He positions himself between your legs, his stomach pressed against the mattress. You hear him hiss slightly as his sensitive dick makes contact with the sheets, but his focus remains on you.
โ€œIโ€™ve been studying up on this, Y/N,โ€ he says with a proud smile, like heโ€™s presenting a perfect exam result. โ€œTime to show you what Iโ€™ve learned.โ€
He starts by kissing your inner thighs, his lips soft and teasing against your skin. You shiver, your breath hitching in tension. When his mouth finally reaches your pussy, he doesn't hesitate. His tongue darts out, tasting you for the first time, and he lets out a low, appreciative hum.
โ€œYou taste so good,โ€ he says, almost to himself, before diving in.
He licks a long, slow stripe up your slit, his tongue parting your folds and flicking over your clit. You moan, your hips twitching involuntarily. Seungcheolโ€™s hands grip your thighs, holding you firmly in place as he starts to work his tongue with more ambition.
His tongue encircles your clit, teasing and tormenting, before he sucks it into his mouth, creating a delicious pressure that makes you gasp. He alternates between sucking and licking, his mouth hot and insistent.ย 
You can hear the wet sounds of his mouth on you, mingling with your moans, and itโ€™s driving you even more soaked.
โ€œOh god, Seungcheol, that feels so good,โ€ you moan, your fingers tangling in his hair, urging him on. โ€œYouโ€™re so good at this, nerd.โ€ you smile looking at him.
He looks up at you eyes light up at the praise. โ€œYou like that?โ€ he asks, his voice muffled against your pussy.
โ€œYes, yes, donโ€™t stop,โ€ you plead.
He continues to be concentrated on you, his eyes sharp and focused, studying every reaction. His tongue flicks over your clit, and your hips buck against his mouth. He smiles against you, clearly pleased with your response.
Seungcheol grins and shifts slightly, bringing his fingers into play. He teases your entrance with one finger before slowly pushing it inside you, curling it just right to hit that sweet spotโ€”finding it embarrassingly fast. You shout, your back arching off the bed.
โ€œFuck, Seungcheol, just like that,โ€ you pant, your hips grinding against his face.
He adds a second finger, pumping them in and out of you while his mouth continues its assault on your clit. The combination is mind-blowing, and you can feel yourself hurtling towards the edge. His fingers twist and curl inside you, like they're calling you, pressing against your sweet spot, and your moans become louder, more desperate.
โ€œYouโ€™re so wet,โ€ he murmurs.. โ€œI can feel you clenching around my fingers.โ€
โ€œDonโ€™t stop, please, donโ€™t stop,โ€ you beg, your thighs squeezing around his head.ย 
You feel a bit guilty for trapping him like this, but Seungcheol looks delighted, his thick eyebrows furrowing in concentration as he reads every reaction from your body.
He flicks his tongue over your clit in a rapid, persistent move, his fingers moving in perfect rhythm. The wet sounds of his fingers sliding in and out of you, combined with the slick noises from his mouth, are almost obscene, but they only heighten your arousal.
โ€œYouโ€™re gonna make me cum,โ€ you gasp, your voice breaking. โ€œDonโ€™t stop, Seungcheol, please.โ€
He doesnโ€™t let up, his tongue and fingers working you with a preciseness that makes your head spin. You can feel the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in your belly, ready to snap.
โ€œOh fuck, oh fuck, Iโ€™m cumming!โ€ you cry out, your body shuddering violently as the orgasm rips through you.
Seungcheol keeps going, drawing out your orgasm, his fingers curling and his tongue flicking relentlessly. Your moans are loud and broken, your hips grinding against his face as you moan vulgarly, your chest rising as you soak his mouth and face.ย 
Your body convulses, your thighs squeezing him even tighter, and you scream his name, your voice echoing in the room. He continues to lick and finger you through it, prolonging your orgasm until youโ€™re left shaking and breathless.
Finally, he pulls back, his face shining with your arousal, a pleased smile on his lips. โ€œHow was that?โ€
Your body is still trembling from the intensity of your orgasm, and all you can manage is a breathless moan, your hands smudging your face as you try to collect yourself. Seungcheol laughs softly at your reaction.
โ€œI donโ€™t know if I can ride you right now,โ€ you admit, your voice shaking. โ€œIโ€™m still trembling.โ€
He smirks, a naughty glint in his eyes. โ€œWho said anything about you riding me? I can fuck you just as good, just lay back and let me take care of you.โ€
The promise in his words makes you clench, and you nod, eager to feel him inside you. He positions himself between your legs, his cock hard and ready. As he lines himself up with your entrance, you canโ€™t help but gasp at the sight of his size.
When he finally pushes inside you, the stretch is both breathless and blissful. His cock fills you completely, the sensation intensified by how wet you are. Your body welcomes him, and he slides in easily, the friction making you moan loudly.
โ€œOh god, Seungcheol, just like that!โ€ you breathe out, your hands gripping his shoulders.
He lowers his head, his lips brushing against your neck as he begins to move. His kisses are surprisingly sweet for the roughness of his thrusts, and you find the contrast and incredibly hot.
Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he moans, his thrusts becoming more urgent. The bed creaks beneath you, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. Your hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, needing more and more.
โ€œFuck me like you mean it.โ€ you grit through your teeth.ย 
Seungcheolโ€™s eyes blacken, and he grips your hips, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper. You cry out, your head falling back against the pillow, your body jiggling with each strong movement.
ย โ€œIโ€™m not stopping until youโ€™re screaming my name,โ€ he promises, and you know he means it.
His thrusts become relentless, each one hitting that perfect spot inside you, your eyes watering. Your moans turn into cries, your mind going blank with pleasure. You can feel your orgasm approaching, and you cling to him, needing him closer.
โ€œSeungcheol, Iโ€™m gonnaโ€”โ€
The sudden sound of Seungcheolโ€™s phone ringing startles both of you. โ€œFuck... no,โ€ he mutters, pulling out of you reluctantly. You almost swallow a sob, your orgasm fading away.
"Answer it," you tell him, your voice steady despite your frustration.
He looks at the caller ID, his face contorting in disgust. "Minji," he says, showing the screen to you. You wave your hand, signaling for him to answer. He does, putting the call on speaker. The fact that he's not hiding it, that he wants you to hear, that he doesn't have a problem with it, is unexpectedly hot.
โ€œSeungcheol?โ€ You roll your eyes at her voice.
โ€œYeah?โ€ he replies, his tone short and uninterested.
โ€œI... I wanted to talk. Can we meet up?โ€ she asks, her voice faltering.
You sit up silently, your mind racing. Seungcheol answers her shortly, clearly wanting to hang up. As he talks, you get an idea. You crawl over to him, your eyes locked on his as you straddle his lap, your breasts pressing against his face.ย 
He looks up at you, confused.
โ€œWhat are you doing?โ€ he whispers, his breath hitching.
โ€œSeungcheol, are you listening to me?โ€ Minjiโ€™s voice is impatient, and he can't answer.
You just smile, grabbing his cock and sliding it back inside you as his face contorts in silence, jaw slack as he looks inside your eyes. He bites his lip, trying to stifle a moan as you begin to move, slowly at first, then faster, circling your hips around him.
โ€œSeungcheol? Are you there?โ€ She asks, sounding more desperate now.
He tries to answer, but you start moving, slowly at first, then picking up the pace.
โ€œYeah, Iโ€™m here,โ€ he replies, his voice strained. He places a hand on your hip, trying to steady you as you ride him.
โ€œWhat are you doing?โ€ her voice cuts through the tension, suspicion clear.
You moan slyly, loudly, not even needing to force it. โ€œOh, Seungcheol,โ€ you purr, the sound sending a cold lick down his spine. He can't help but moan too, his resolve breaking.
Minjiโ€™s voice rises in panic. โ€œSeungcheol, whatโ€™s going on? Whoโ€™s there with you?โ€
He canโ€™t help but moan too, gripping your hips tighter. โ€œDonโ€™t talk to me anymore, Minji,โ€ he says, his voice strained with pleasure.
โ€œWhat the hell is happening? Who is that?!โ€ She's furious.
Seungcheolโ€™s hands grip your hips, his body shuddering with each thrust. โ€œY/N... I canโ€™t...โ€
โ€œJust a little more,โ€ you whisper, leaning down to kiss his neck. โ€œLet her hear how good I make you feel.โ€
He groans, unable to hold back any longer. โ€œMinji, Iโ€™m fucking done with you,โ€ he says, his voice shaking. โ€œDonโ€™t call me again!โ€
You moan again, louder this time, and Seungcheol echoes your sound, his head falling back.ย 
The call disconnects abruptly, but you donโ€™t stop.ย 
You ride him harder, feeling him throb inside you, his body tensing as he reaches his peak.
โ€œY/N, Iโ€™m gonnaโ€”โ€ he starts, but you cut him off with a kiss, swallowing his moans as he comes, his release sending you over the edge as well.
Seungcheol throws the phone aside with a decisive flick of his wrist, his focus entirely on you nowโ€”not that he stopped, his mind was imploring for you every second.ย 
He grips your hips firmly, handling you on his lap with a possessive, almost primal passion, like youโ€™re a fucking doll. The strength of his arms moving you on his lap, makes you gasp, and you abruptly pull away from the kiss, your hand flying to your mouth in a futile attempt to suppress your scream.
It doesnโ€™t work.ย 
The sound that escapes you is raw and unfilteredโ€”a high-pitched scream that echoes off the walls of the dorm room. Youโ€™re cumming all over his cock, your cum spilling over onto his balls and pelvis, the wetness spreading in a deliciously messy explosion.
Seungcheolโ€™s grip tightens, his breathing ragged as he feels the lock of your orgasm. Heโ€™s fighting his own demons to keep his eyes open, the pleasure so harsh that itโ€™s almost too much to endure. His eyes are locked on yours, and you see the struggle written all over his face.
โ€œFuck, Y/N,โ€ he groans, his voice wasted with overstimulation. His moves become more desperate, desperate to feel every inch of you.
Your body shakes uncontrollably, every muscle tensed as you fight to keep your eyes open, to stay grounded in the moment. You feel the room spinning, the pleasure so intense that itโ€™s almost blinding. Your hands clutch at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as you struggle to stay upright.
You collapse against Seungcheol. He pulls you into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around you with a protective, almost desperate grip. Despite his own wavering strength, his desire to hold and shield you is real, overshadowing any fatigue he might be feeling.
With the last of your strength, you gently pull his cock out of you, your movements sluggish. You remain close, still wrapped around him, feeling the warmth and softness of his body against yours. The sensation of his cock slipping free leaves a trail of dampness between you, your orgasms dripping onto his pelvis and the sheets beneath you.
Seungcheol shudders as he feels the wetness spreading across his skin. The soaked feeling on his pelvis, combined with the aftershocks of your orgasm, makes him groan softly. His hands are still firmly clasped around you, his chest rising and falling with each breath.
โ€œFuck,โ€ he mutters, shaking his head. โ€œI canโ€™t believe we just did that while Minji was on the phone.โ€
You chuckle softly, your exhaustion making your laugh feel weak but genuine.ย 
Seungcheol lets out a rueful laugh. โ€œI was trying so hard to keep it together while she was talking, and here you are, riding me like thereโ€™s no tomorrow.โ€
You raise an eyebrow playfully. โ€œSo, what did she hear exactly? Did she get the full experience or just a taste?โ€
Seungcheol grins, his cheeks flushing a bit. โ€œOh, she heard more than a taste. I was trying to get her off the line quickly, but with you going at it like that, I think she caught on pretty fast. She definitely knew something was up.โ€
โ€œAnd now sheโ€™s probably going to think youโ€™re a total jerk for just hanging up on her like that.โ€
โ€œTo be honest, I was so caught up in how good you were making me feel that I couldnโ€™t even process what she was saying. All I could think about was you.โ€
The next morning is a whirlwind of frantic activity and poorly disguised attempts to cover up the previous night's larks. As you glance in the mirror, you notice the indicative signs of sex: red, blossoming hickeys on your neck that stubbornly refuse to be concealed. You grab your concealer and try your best to dab and blend, but the more you work, the more obvious it seems.
Seungcheol, on the other hand, is in an equally frantic state. Heโ€™s darting around his dorm room, desperately scrubbing away any remaining proof of the night before. Heโ€™s juggling a toothbrush in his mouth while trying to hide the hickeys with his hoodie. He eventually settles on a high-collared shirt that looks formal and slightly out of place for a morning class, but it gets the job done.
You rush out of your dorm, barely managing to grab your things before heading to your first class. The entire way there, you catch glimpses of yourself in shop windows and mirrors, each time cringing at how you might still look too happy, too satisfied.
Seungcheol is nearly out of breath by the time he arrives at the hallways, his face flushedโ€”not entirely from exertion, you suspect.
โ€œDid you manage to get rid of all the hickeys?โ€ Seungcheol whispers walking on your side suddenly, as he tries to adjust his collar without drawing too much attention.
โ€œNot even close,โ€ you reply with a wry smile. โ€œIโ€™m basically wearing a turtleneck now, but itโ€™s not foolproof.โ€
He laughs, a bit too loudly given the circumstances. โ€œWell, at least we look like weโ€™re going somewhere fancy. If anyone asks, just say itโ€™s a new fashion statement.โ€
You snicker, shaking your head. โ€œI donโ€™t think thatโ€™s going to work. Iโ€™m just hoping people donโ€™t look too closely.โ€
As you both ascend the stairs to your respective classes, the early morning hustle is almost forgotten when Seungcheol suddenly grabs your wrist, his eyes darting around to ensure no one is watching.ย 
The empty stairwell is the perfect backdrop for his next move.
Before you can react, Seungcheol leans in and steals a quick, tender peck from your lips. The unexpected kiss surprises you, and a smile instantly lights up your face. You respond with another, slightly longer kiss.
You pull back slightly, looking at him with a playful glint in your eye. โ€œSo, what about tonight?โ€ you ask slyly.
Seungcheolโ€™s eyebrows furrow in confusion. โ€œHuh?โ€
You make a theatrical gesture with your hand, tracing a path up and down to your cheek, poking your cheek with your tongue, mimicking the motion of sucking him off. Your naughty movement is clear and provocative.ย ย 
Seungcheol's face flushes instantly, his eyes widening as he processes your meaning.
He bites his lip, his eyes locking onto yours with a glint of playful defiance. With a teasing smirk, he lifts his middle fingers, licking them exaggeratedly before curling them inward, making the motion unmistakably obscene.
โ€œSomething like this?โ€ he asks, his voice sultry, his eyes never leaving yours. โ€œThink you can handle it tonight?โ€
You can't help but be taken aback by Seungcheol's bold gesture, your jaw falling slack in surprise.ย 
โ€œMeet me at the storage room,โ€ you murmur, urgent. โ€œYouโ€™re going to finger me there.โ€
Seungcheolโ€™s eyes widen. โ€œThe storage room?โ€ he repeats, his voice a quiet, thrilled whisper, his breath catching slightly.
He thinks then gives you a quick, eager nod, the hint of a smile playing at his lips.
โ€œSure thing,โ€ he continues. โ€œCanโ€™t wait.โ€
A birthday one-shot to my cutie pie hahaha 29 years oldโ€”I'm crying n'shit. ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿฅบโค๏ธ
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chikaras-garden ยท 1 year ago
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Batboys as your sugar daddy
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Whatโ€™s the point of all this money if you donโ€™t have someone to spend it on?
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Pairings: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake x fem!reader
Contains: Sugar daddies. Possessive, controlling men. Power imbalances. Theyโ€™re all a little toxic. These relationships are not aspirational babes. Oral sex (f!receiving) in Dickโ€™s.
Notes: 18+ or youโ€™ll be blocked.
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BRUCE WAYNE ๐Ÿ’‹
โ€œWear the diamonds,โ€ Bruce rumbles from behind you, lips right next to the shell of your ear. Before you can answer, his warm hands are already on your throat, and cool platinum touches your skin. A hundred diamonds arranged in three dainty layers sparkle in the low light of Bruceโ€™s bedroom, clinging tightly to your neck.
With the choker clasped in place, one of Bruceโ€™s hands traces up and down your neck while the other rests heavily on your hip, holding you flush against his chest. His touch is hypnotic, pulling you in like a planet pulls a moon into orbit. Your whole world revolves around himโ€”and thatโ€™s exactly how he likes it.
But like the moon, the subtle gravitational pull you have on him keeps him in place, keeps him stable, calms his most wicked of storms.
He bows his head. The way he looks at you through his eyelashes is almost reverent while he kisses your bare shoulder, skin interrupted only by your dressโ€™s hair-thin silk strap.
โ€œBeautiful,โ€ he says, and you know heโ€™s not talking about the necklace, the dress, or any of the other jewels and silks heโ€™s drowned you in over the last year.
When your eyes meet in the mirror, one corner of his lips quirks up into a smirk, which he buries under a kiss to your jaw.ย 
There, with a quick, sharp nip of his teeth, he lays his claim. โ€œAnd all mine.โ€
DICK GRAYSON ๐Ÿ’‹
Dickโ€™s on his knees, head buried between your legs when you hearโ€”feelโ€”him say, โ€œI need you to take a week off work.โ€
Well. What he really needs is for you to just quit your job already, but you got upset the last time he suggested it. Baby steps. For now.
โ€œWhy?โ€ you gasp, blinking hard as you try to focus on the fact that heโ€™s starting a conversation now when his tongue is making you smart and shake with pleasure.
โ€œI want to go to the Maldives,โ€ he says as if itโ€™s the most inconsequential thing in the world, as if heโ€™s saying he wants to go across town, not across the world.
His tongue flattens out and dips into your weeping hole, and your thighs tighten around his head in response. He groans, and you choke out, โ€œA week for the Maldives?โ€
You feel his lips twist and curve around you, paired with a little graze of teeth; heโ€™s smiling, and the sensation makes you dizzy. There it is, he wants to say. You want more. Finally, your expectations are starting to match his bank account.
But he decides to play the dumb, pretty boyfriend he likes to make people think he is. โ€œYou donโ€™t think itโ€™s enough time? Wanna take two weeks?โ€
โ€œI donโ€™t have theโ€”โ€ He kisses up to your clit and gives it a tentative little suck, which makes you fist his hair. โ€œโ€”vacation days.โ€
โ€œWhy donโ€™t you just take them without pay?โ€ he proposes as his tongue laves up your swollen sex. โ€œItโ€™ll be okay, just this once. Youโ€™ll feel so much better after some time off; I promise.โ€
JASON TODD ๐Ÿ’‹
Jason is currently scrutinizing the contents of your pantry, a box of macaroni and cheese in his hand. After seeing the scowl on his face, youโ€™re not surprised when he starts to lecture you. โ€œYou eat this crap?โ€
You raise a brow because heโ€™s one to judge. โ€œIโ€™ve seen you eat an entire party box of tacos.โ€
โ€œIโ€™m not you,โ€ he fires back. His voice is still low, still calm, but you can sense an edge in his tone; this conversation is about a lot more than boxed macaroni and cheese.
In the beat of silence that follows, his heated gaze dulls to a smolder. โ€œYou donโ€™t know how precious you are.โ€
You open your mouth to reply, but whatever retort you were going to argue back with is silenced when Jasonโ€™s big hands cup your face, tilting your head up so he can kiss your forehead. He lingers there, and you feel him tremble. His breath is ragged, roughโ€”as if heโ€™s afraid.
โ€œIโ€™m not you,โ€ he repeats in a whisper. Itโ€™s like heโ€™s talking to a child, like he knows you donโ€™t know any better. Poor little youโ€”you need him. โ€œJust let me take care of you like always, okay? How about I sign you up for one of those meal prep kits? No more processed food; itโ€™s not good for you.โ€
When he pulls you against his chest and strokes your hair, you feel yourself nod, unable to disagree. You know heโ€™s right, after all; and isnโ€™t it sweet that he treats you like a delicate angel even though heโ€™s seen the worst of the world? That nothing without his stamp of approval is good enough for you?
TIM DRAKE ๐Ÿ’‹
โ€œOh, youโ€™re all set,โ€ your manicurist smiles at you as soon as you take out your wallet, nails freshly done.ย 
Caught off guard, all you can reply with is, โ€œHuh?โ€
She just smiles a little brighter, and thereโ€™s a sparkle of something in her eyes. It looks a little wistful, but also a little vapidโ€”is that jealousy? โ€œYour boyfriend paid already,โ€ she explains as her eyes not-so-subtly look around, trying to catch a glimpse of said boyfriend, but youโ€™re just as surprised as she is.
โ€œFor the next year,โ€ she adds in a dry tone. Slowly, you drop your wallet back into your purse. Thereโ€™s only one man alive who could figure out where you get your nails done, what day and time you like your appointments, and call ahead to pay off your manicures for the next year without you ever finding out about it.
So when you get back to your car, you call him.
โ€œDo anything fun today?โ€ he asks over the phone, pretending to be way more innocent than he actually is.
โ€œTimโ€”โ€
โ€œActually,โ€ he cuts in, and you hear a bashful tremor in his voice. That tremor makes your stomach do flips, which beckons you to give in to whatever he wants. โ€œI was just thinking about you. Youโ€™ve got the prettiest hands.โ€
โ€œTimโ€”โ€
โ€œLetโ€™s go shopping later,โ€ he rambles on, completely ignoring you. โ€œI think you need some new jewelry. Youโ€™d like a new set of rings, wouldnโ€™t you?โ€
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๐Ÿ”–: @mrs-kurooo; @lovely-loren05
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arminsumi ยท 11 days ago
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. . . ๐ฌ๐ข๐ค๐ž, ๐ก๐ž'๐ฌ ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ฎ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐š๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ญ๐ข๐œ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ
Gojo Satoru
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โ–บ 'Love, love, love, I want your love... you and me could write a bad romance.'
+ Warnings: MDNI/18+ content, smut, kinda slowburn/enemies to lovers, bullying/toxicity, obsession, dom โ†’ sub!Gojo, some degradation, namecalling (slโ˜…t), rough s๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝx, riding his abs, fโ˜…ngering, some hatefโ˜…cking
+ Tags: @ciggrx
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๐–๐ก๐ฒ ๐๐จ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐œ๐ก?
This is what you've been wondering since you started at this college. It feels surreal, watching how people fawn over ๐†๐จ๐ฃ๐จ ๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ, how they desperately โ€” desperately โ€” follow after his wake. His hoard of brainwashed admirers make it even harder for you to stand up to him, because they're convinced that he can do no wrong.
๐’๐ž๐ž, ๐›๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž'๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ง ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ๐จ๐ง๐ž, so your attempts to retaliate just earn a wide grin from him. He just thinks you're cute, assuming you're flirting with him, so he purrs back "Don't turn me on now." like you've just confessed how much you want to ride him.
๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ง๐ž๐ฑ๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ง ๐œ๐ฅ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ, ridiculing everything you like. Your music taste? "That's so basic." he scoffs, but when he goes home that night he's listening to each and every song that you mentioned, thinking of you.
๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ'๐ฌ voice is always sweetened when he talks to you. No, it's not sweetened for anyone else; his words are so venomous but those saccharine syllables throw you off.
๐‡๐ž ๐ ๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ ๐ญ๐จ๐จ ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ, hurrying to his car as soon as morning classes end to jerk off in the backseat. Leaky and twitchy, his cock stands upright with only one thought on its mind and that's to be inside you. He throws his head back while giving himself quick strokes, thinking about all the times you've sassed him back, flirted back. Tightening his jaw, Satoru gets off to the fantasy of you obsessing over him โ€” instead of how it really is.
๐‡๐ž'๐ฌ ๐ ๐จ๐ญ ๐ง๐จ ๐ฌ๐ก๐š๐ฆ๐ž, openly admitting at parties that he'd "show you heaven" if he had fifteen minutes alone with you. Legs spread wide as he's sat, staring, taking a sip of his drink, Satoru whispers something about you to Suguru โ€” causing his best friend to blush and smack his shoulder, muttering a scornful "Don't talk about girls like that, Satoru."
๐ˆ๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐š๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฌ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐š๐ญ ๐ฉ๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ, ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐œ๐ก ๐ก๐ž ๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ข๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ฒ, where Satoru's attention is just plastered all over you. You're late? He's asking people where Miss Bunny is. You walk into the room? He sees you before you see him. You say something? He's straining his ears. You're dressed in a tight dress? He's thinking about peeling it off your body just before he slides into you. Oh, you brought a date with? He's going to mutter some terrible rumor into their ear so that by the end of the night you're all alone, just like he wants.
Once your date is gone, Satoru will make his way over to you, slide into the seat that's too small for two people โ€” he'll press his thigh against yours, leaning over you like he's got no sense of personal space. "All alone? Need me to keep you company?" he grins, looking down at you. It only makes him grin wider when you playfully push his face away, "Have you been kissing girls all night with breath this bad?"
"Don't like the smell of liquor, huh? Then I take it you're not down for... ah never mind." he stops mid-sentence, just to tease you, smirking to himself when he sees your eyes light up with a attention.
๐“๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š ๐ค๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ, ๐›๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ซ๐ญ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐œ๐ฎ๐ญ, not expecting your reciprocation. The taste of liquor is sharp on his tongue, mixing with the flavor of your mouth โ€” something he's been dying to taste.
๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ'๐ฌ usually the center of attention, but now he's pulling you to the side, tongue exploring your mouth, lips plastered all over you like he's never felt someone better than you. It's just a party, and you're just horny, and he's just there; that's what you're telling yourself as you try to justify why your hands are on his chest.
๐‡๐ž'๐ฌ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ, leading you to the backseat of his car. "I hate you." you murmur against his lips, "Shut up and spread your legs." is all that he responds with before his hand finds its way down to your clothed pussy. He squeezes it, smiling about how small it feels in his palm.
๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ง๐›๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ž๐ฒ๐ž ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐š๐œ๐ญ with you when he pleasures you with his fingers in the backseat of his car, his clit massaging feeling too good, his fingertip perfectly positioned. "You're so pretty." he says in adoration โ€” totally forgetting about who he is as he watches you shiver and moan from the circling of his fingertips around your puffy clit. "Is it too much?" he whispers, easing the pressure, "Oh, you like it? You want more? Okay, pretty girl. I'll give you more. You just lay back and enjoy yourself."
๐Ž๐Ÿ ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ž, ๐ก๐ž ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐ก๐ž'๐ฌ ๐ง๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐š๐ง๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ ๐ง ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฌ๐จ๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐š๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ, claiming that you imagined it all. You want more and he calls you a 'bitch in heat' with a grin on his face, like he's not the one who stared intently into your eyes while you came all over his fingers that night.
๐“๐จ๐จ ๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ž, ๐›๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ asks Suguru to ask how you're doing, what you're up to โ€” are you're free on the weekend? And Suguru just sighs in compliance, thinking lower and lower of his best friend because god, how pathetically prideful can one man be? "Just text her." he tells him, to which Satoru responds "No way. That would give her the satisfaction of knowing that I'm interested." and here is where Suguru groans, "Oh my God, what dumb games are you two playing with each other? She says she can't tell you she likes you, and you say you can't give her the satisfaction โ€” you're both insane."
Satoru's eyes light up, "She said she likes me?! When was this? Was she joking? Did she look like she was joking? You can tell by the way the left corner of her lip curls. What are you groaning about! This is serious, Suguru! Take me seriously! What else has she said about me? Does she like my hair? Ask her if she likes my hair. And ask her what her favorite ice cream is โ€” is she lactose intolerant? Suguru, don't walk away from me. I need this information and you're my spy. Come on, I'll pay you."
๐€๐ง๐ ๐’๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐, needing a cigarette each time he watches the two of you "fight like you're gonna fuck". Each time you storm off, leaving behind a Satoru who's smiling like a jackass and a Suguru who's shaking his head at his best friend, it seems like it's the last time you'll let Satoru ridicule you.
๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ง๐จ, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค ๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ซ, asking Suguru where Satoru is. "I thought you said you hated him and never wanted to see him again?" he sighs, "Never mind. He was asking for you too. Yeah, he's in the hall."
๐ˆ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ, ๐›๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ accuses you of liking his best friend โ€” to which you reassure him that you do not, as if you're his girlfriend. In fact, the argument in the hall goes down like you two are a fighting couple. But of course, while up in your face, Satoru's eyes are on your lips; it's not long before he's crashing onto your lips with a hateful kiss, like he's lost his mind and it's somewhere in your mouth.
๐€๐ง๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ'๐ฌ kisses are so hard that the force of them pins you to the wall โ€” and god, he loves your whimpers. Every noise that he elicits out of you causes his lips to spread into a naughty smile; he keeps kissing you through this smile, lips wet and sore.
. . . ๐€๐ง๐ ๐›๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ'๐ฌ thrusts are so hard that the force of them makes your thighs and ass jiggle. He feels your hole contract tightly around his cock โ€” and god, he moans like a bitch in heat.
It's so funny, because he accuses you that you moan like a bitch in heat. "Aw, you're so in love with your bully's big cock, aren't you?" he taunts.
The only correct response is a cheeky one; "Says you; you fuck me like you haven't gotten pussy in years." he hears this, then draws out his cock and slams it back in with a force that makes your eyes roll back. He pounds into you harder, hitting spots that all your exes failed to reach, moaning even more pathetically than before.
๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ babbles when he's close, "You love me, right? Tell me you love me. Please, I'm gonna cum so fucking hard if you say it."
But immediately after, he pretends like he never begged for any of that, and pretends like his cock didn't twitch and throb and spurt cum instantly when he heard you proclaim love for him.
๐‡๐š๐ญ๐ž๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐œ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ? ๐Ž๐ก, ๐ข๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐š๐ฏ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ž. He loves telling you how much he hates your guts while he's deep in them. He loves making a sloppy mess of you as he claims that he hates you and everything you stand for, feeling how sticky and wet you get at his growling voice. He loves how your greedy hole slicks not just his cock but also his abs, which he tauntingly accuses you of perving on.
๐Ž๐ก, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ž ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ž ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐š๐›๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ž๐ฆ๐›๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐š๐ซ๐ž, he holds your hips down hard against his stomach and flexes his muscles against your pussy. "Look at that face, you love this don't you?" he grunts, feeling you slide back and forth over him, "I shoulda cum over myself first and let you ride me like that, huh? You'd love feeling my cum all over your pussy, wouldn't you?"
๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ loves cornering you after classes, pressing and grinding his growing erection into your tinier body. "Feel how hard I am โ€” yeah, feel how much I fucking hate you, little slut." he coos against your lips, all up in your face, guiding your hand to his cock.
Of course, you can't even bother resisting the urge to squeeze it, can't even bother hiding how much you want him to ruin you with it. It just makes him grin, seeing you slowly fall apart and heat up after a few minutes of touching.
๐๐จ๐ฐ ๐ข๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐›๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐š ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ, and he's told you "Don't test me, I'm not afraid to make you an ex. What do you mean we're not dating? Then why do you moan my name on my dick like I'm your man?" and he's crawled back to you, apologizing.
"I didn't mean it, I was just being an asshole for no reason. Come on, will you come tonight? Everyone's going to be there." he pleads you, eyes persuading you as they always do.
Because of course, he can't attend dumb frat parties without you anymore. To quote what he told Suguru, poutingly over the phone, after begging his best friend to help convince you to come; "What's the point of going if she isn't there? The whole purpose of my outfit this year is to scare the shit out of her... and then fuck the shit out of her. Don't you cringe at me, Suguru, it was your idea! No, you weren't joking! Don't play it off now! You literally told me that she has a kink for that โ€” wait a minute, how'd you find out about that... DON'T YOU HANG UP ON ME!"
๐€๐ง๐ฒ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ, ๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐œ๐š๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐š๐ฌ ๐ ๐ก๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ๐Ÿ๐š๐œ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐‡๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ง, rubbing his dick into you from behind, claiming that he's gonna "Make you scream just like that" again and again tonight, right here in this bathroom. He makes sure to pronounce his muscles, to flex them, to really remind you how much stronger and taller and bigger he is.
๐Ž๐›๐ฌ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐? ๐๐จ, ๐›๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ'๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐จ๐›๐ฌ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐โ€ฆ "It's you who's obsessed with me; just feel how wet you are." he groans, fingers stuffed knuckle-deep inside your pussy. He stares into your eyes intensely as you orgasm on his fingers, intently watching how your lips form his favorite 'o' shape.
๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ loves your weak holes, loves your expressions, loves how you crawl back to him for more even though he treats you so bad sometimes.
His nastiness turns you on but at some point, you think enough is enough; you turn the tables on him.
๐“๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐›๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐, because the girl he's obsessed with isn't obsessed with him anymore. He nags you to go on a date with him, he softens his eyes, holds you more gently โ€” "Stop ignoring me." he whines like a child.
๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ ๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ง ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ค๐ง๐ž๐ž๐ฌ to beg you to go out with him, to kiss him just one more time, to come back to his bed, to sit on his face, "I can prove to you that heaven's on my tongue. What? No, no. I didn't mean all of that. I know I was a jerk to you back then, but please, just give me another chance."
๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐›๐ž๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ฉ๐š๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ญ๐ข๐œ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ, following after your shadow. But now he's the one at your mercy; you lead him by the hand upstairs to empty rooms during those dumb frat parties, and you ride him until he whimpers like a bitch in heat. "Close already? It's only been fifteen minutes, Satoru. What happened to your stamina?" you taunt him, "Keep it together."
Now riding Satoru pulls the most pathetic sounds out of his pretty lips. His sensitive cock twitches and jumps at just the sight of you, of course it's throbbing and bursting with cum within ten minutes. Sometimes less. And what does he babble as he's about to cum? "Please don't stop." in the most pathetic tone of voice.
๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐›๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ, grovels at your feet, mumbles in agreement to the things you want to do. He's just caved in, totally given up on acting tough and mean, given up on pretending that he hates everything you like โ€” he wonders to himself, why did he waste so much time being an asshole? He could have just sat there, like he is now, listening to you yap with hearts in his eyes.
๐๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ ๐ฒ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ซ, "๐›๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ"!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ'๐ฌ totally smitten, desperate for your attention. Suguru's always commenting on how you've changed him for the better, while Satoru denies having changed at all.
But let his actions speak for his change. He's always cancelling those dumb frat parties to make plans with you. You want to see this new fancy restaurant? Hold on, he's got to buy you a glittery dress for the occasion. What if we went to the seaside? That's not overly romantic, is it? Ring shopping? Relax, he's just a college student, he's not going to propose to you. Buying a diamond ring is just a personal investment for his future.
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๐“๐ก๐š๐ง๐ค ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ข๐ง๐ ! ๐‡๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค๐ฌ: ๐€๐ซ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข'๐ฌ ๐‹๐ข๐›๐ซ๐š๐ซ๐ฒ
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fucking your ex boyfriend in the bathroom of a party.
โ˜† multiple x f!reader โ˜†
cw: smut, mirror sex, public sex, rough sex, hate sex (sort of), tension, alcohol, oral f! receiving, v fingering, spanking, pet names, praise, sex with feelings, unprotected sex
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you donโ€™t know how your bestfriend managed to rope you into coming to this party, all you did know is you wanted to get plastered while she found someone to hook up with.
you held onto her for dear life as you made your way through groups of people. mostly strangers, but you saw some familiar faces. you started to feel a bit nervous when you noticed some eyes roaming your outfit. maybe you shouldโ€™ve worn a longer skirtโ€ฆ
your bestfriendโ€™s eyes immediately spotted a pretty girl across the room, she gives you an apologetic smile. you roll your eyes.
โ€œjust goโ€ you sigh. at least someone would be getting some action tonight. you make your way to the kitchen where there were bottles apon bottles layed out on the counter. you grab one of the disposable cups, pouring yourself a mixed drink before downing it. the liquor bringing a comforting burn down your throat.
suddenly, you felt a cold chill in the room. you look around, there were no windows or doors open. until finally, your eyes immediately draw to a pair of familiar ones. oh great, heโ€™s walking over. you turn around, pretending you didnโ€™t notice him, hoping heโ€™ll walk past you.
โ€œoh, cโ€™mon. acting like you didnโ€™t see me?โ€ he leans against the counter next to you, a drink in his own hand. fuck, he still wore the same cologne. the smell almost made you dizzy. he was wearing an unfamiliar jacket, it looked new.
his name rolls off your tounge in a harsh greeting, taking another swig of your drink. he gives a lopsided smile. โ€œstill mad at me, pretty?โ€ he takes your empty cup, refilling it for you the way he knew you always liked it. you give him a glare. he puts his arms up in defense. his body looked bigger, more defined. he was clearly working out more since you two broke up.
you snatched your cup back. if you were going to be forced into this conversation, you might as well be drunk.
โ€œwhy are you here?โ€ you ask, your eyes never leaving his own. he was drawing you in without even trying.
โ€œi was invited. why are you here?โ€ he pokes your shoulder with his pointer finger.
you just point to your best friend across the room, who was now making out with the cute girl from earlier. he huffs out a small chuckle. โ€œthat girl never rests, does she.โ€ he comments. you just shake your head, โ€œno she does not.โ€ you sigh, another swig.
his eyes go back to you. more specifically, your outfit. you had a new top on, heโ€™d never seen it before. heโ€™d have remembered seeing such a pretty shirt on you before. and of course, you wore your favorite mini skirt. the one he always loved you wearing.
โ€œthis is cute, wear this for me hmm?โ€ he smirks, his fingers playing with the bottom hem of the skirt. you swat his hand. he was the one who bought it for you. almost fucking you in the dressing room when you tried it on after doing a little spin for him.
โ€œnoโ€ฆ i just had nothing else to wear.โ€ your face flushes. you didnโ€™t know if it was from the alcohol or from the fact you were both thinking about the times youโ€™d sit on his lap in this skirt, panties off while you bounced on his cock.
god, he loved that skirt.
you could feel yourself clench around nothing just thinking about it. he gets a little closer when he notices your flushed state, his fingers drumming against the table filled with alcohol. his damned fingers that knew every part of your body.
ok, you were definitely a little drunk, or maybe you were just stupid.
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your back slams against the door of the bathroom, the blasting music muffled from the small enclosed room.
your lips met in a hungry, bruising kiss, tongues fighting for dominance. his large hands gripped your waist, your head forced against the wood. he moves one of his hands to shove between your thighs under your skirt, his fingers digging into your panties, making you whine into his mouth when he pinches your clit.
โ€œfuck, this wet already? missed me that much, sweetheart?โ€ he mumbles into your mouth, pulling away to pull the flimsy fabric down your legs with his free hand. of course you wore your favorite panties, the ones he bought especially for you. the sight made him groan.
โ€œiโ€™m not your-โ€œ
โ€œi wasnโ€™t talking to you.โ€ he stares directly at your slick pussy. great, now he was talking straight to your cunt.
you look at him with glossy eyes as he kneels down, kissing down your thighs. you hook your fingers into the waistband of your skirt, but he gives your thigh a slap. โ€œkeep it on. i wanna see you get fucked in this pretty little skirt again.โ€ he practically growls as he gives your thighs a few more kisses and bites, marking you up.
โ€œwant everyone to see you still belong to me.โ€ he sucks marks into your upper thighs, placing a few where your little skirt couldnโ€™t cover.
you mewl his name when his tounge delves into your sopping pussy, his fingers pulling your folds apart to get more access. your hands grip his hair for some stability as he laps you, his tounge switching from flicking your sensitive clit to prodding at your tight hole.
he replaces his mouth with his fingers, pumping two into your cunt as he suctions his lips onto your bud, making you bite your lip to prevent yourself from screaming out, almost drawing blood.
โ€œfuckk!โ€ his long fingers hit deep inside of you, his digits shifting between thrusts and curling inside. your legs shook, hands gripping his hair for dear life. giving him a particularly hard tug, he groans into your cunt, the vibrations making you let out a moan.
the mixture of stimulations had you on the edge, he knew you were about to cum.
time almost seems to slow as he feels you clench around his fingers, your eyes flutter shut, gripping his hair for dear life as pools of fire seep low in your abdomen. his fingers continue to pump into you as you cum, wetness dripping down his chin and wrist.
it was probably obvious you hadnโ€™t fucked anyone since you two broke up the way your pussy responded so well to him.
still, he doesnโ€™t pull away, addicted to the taste of you. he was completely lost in your cunt until you pushed at his head, whining his name. he reluctantly pulls away, giving your cute clit a few more kisses before parting.
you both pant, his face glistening in your slick. you almost moan at the sight.
โ€œyou taste even better than i remember, baby.โ€ his hands sooth down your thighs.
โ€œdonโ€™t call me that.โ€ you heavily breathe. he just chuckles, standing up. his firm hands grab your ass, giving it a firm smack, making you yelp.
โ€œface the mirror. wanna watch you take my dick.โ€ he pats your hip, encouraging you. you obligated, finally seeing yourself in the mirror. your lip gloss was completely smeared, making you pout a little. until your ex boyfriend comes up behind you, his hard on pressing against your ass. his hand wrapped around your waist, his head resting on your shoulder as your eyes meet in the reflection.
his other hand reaches to wipe the smeared lip gloss, cleaning it up for you. his fingers tap your lips impatiently, seeking enterence. your eyes never broke contact. you open your pretty little mouth, his two fingers sliding in. you groaned as you tasted yourself on them. he grinded himself against your rear, hiking your skirt above your hips.
โ€œgonna let me fuck this messy pussy?โ€ his fingers enter deeper into your mouth, almost making you choke. you nod, swirling your tounge around his digets.
โ€œmhmphโ€ you mumble around them.
โ€œgotta tell me how much you missed me first.โ€ he teases, removing his fingers to slowly undo the button of his pants. you roll your eyes.
โ€œjust fuck me-โ€œ
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your ass stings, you were sure there was gonna be a red mark the size of his hand. you whimper.
โ€œwhat was that, pretty? use your words.โ€ he purred into your ear, biting your earlobe gently, nibbling marks down your sensitive neck.
โ€œfuck, i missed you so much, i need your cock so bad-โ€œ you whine his name. โ€œ-i touch myself thinking about it- but nothing is as good as you.โ€ you shamelessly confess, a smirk growing on his smug fucking face.
โ€œgood fucking girl.โ€ he growls, taking his raging cock out from his briefs, his hand pressing down on your back so you bend over the sink to give him easier access.
you mewled as his leaking tip pokes through your enterence.
he slowly sheathes himself in, savoring the feeling of your hot walls contracting needfully around his cock. โ€œgod, itโ€™s been so fucking long. itโ€™s like sheโ€™s sucking me in.โ€
your fingers gripped the counter in front of you, your eyes focusing on his own. the way his face scrunched once he was burried balls deep inside of you. his deep breaths, the way his hair slightly stuck to his forehead from how much he was sweating.
youโ€™re about to speak, but your words turn into moans of his name as he thrusts in and out of you, his hips slapping against your ass. your head rolls down to rest against your arms on the counter, but he doesnโ€™t allow that.
his hand that isnโ€™t wrapped around your waist goes to grip your throat, pulling you back against his chest.
โ€œwatch yourself get fucked by your future husband.โ€ he grunts, his thighs burning from all the rutting, but heโ€™d feel that pain forever if it meant he could be able to fuck you like this again.
you watch as your tits bounce through your shirt in the mirror, drool threatening to spill from the corner of your mouth. the mirror was big enough that you could see his dick pumping into you. obscenely wet sounds coming from where you two meet.
โ€œo-oh fuck, feels sโ€™good, donโ€™t stop!โ€ you moan out, staring at him in the reflection. he was so focused on the way you felt around him, he had almost forgotten you two broke up.
โ€œoh god, baby. i fuckin' love you, need your pussy every day, canโ€™t live without it.โ€ he bites your shoulder, hard, making you groan. his hand moving from your throat to grope your tits through your top. his hips only slapped into you harder and harder, your vision going blurry when the head of his cock hits your soft spot. you let out chants of his name, your arms reaching back to grip his hair to bring him impossibly closer.
you stared at yourself in the mirror. the way he slid in and out of you with ease made you squeeze around him, prompting a groan from him. your hair was out of place from his rough treatment, marks down your neck and thighs. you couldnโ€™t even think about having to explain this to your friends later.
โ€œsqueezing me so good. so perfect for me. gonna let me fill you up, hmm? walk around with my cum dripping out of you, let everyone know youโ€™re fucking mine.โ€ he thrusts with a bruising pace, your whole body rocking with the rolls of his hips.
โ€œp-please yes! need it so bad!โ€ your mind starts to blank, the only thing you could think about was the way he was pulsing inside of you, threatening to spill at any minute.
โ€œtouch yourself, baby.โ€ he pants, his thrusts getting sloppier. he was so close, but there was no way he was going to cum before you. you nod, bringing a shaky hand to your ruined pussy, rubbing and pinching your clit the way you liked it. your mouth fell open at the overwhelming pleasure taking over.
โ€œmโ€™gonna cumm!โ€ you whine until the only thing you can say is his name, over and over. just how he always loved it. he whispers dirty praises into your ear, talking you off the ledge. you force your eyes to stay on his own in the mirror. you hated how fucking hot he was.
waves of intense heated pleasure start to roll over you, moaning as your vision gets blurry with tears of ecstasy. โ€œsโ€™good!โ€ you scream, tightening around him, making it hard for him to move. he curses as you grip his cock so tightly, milking him so hard he cums inside of you.
you pant as his thrusts get lazy and eventually slow to a halt. he didnโ€™t want to pull out, but he knew he couldnโ€™t just stay in here with you forever, no matter how much he wanted to.
he pulls out hesitantly, the mixture of your release dripping out of you making him let out a harsh breath.
you finally come down from your orgasm, completely fucked out. oh how much you missed his cock. and him too you guess.
he turns you around, giving your cheeks kisses before enveloping his mouth with your own. your tounges gently roll over eachothers, contrasting in comparison to how he was just fucking your brains out.
your phone lights up on the counter with a text from your bestfriend. you squint, reading the message.
โ€˜bitch iโ€™m leaving. donโ€™t think i didnโ€™t see you guys btw -_-โ€˜
he wraps his arms around your middle, seeing the message.
โ€œgonna come home with me?โ€ he leaves even more love bites down your neck, making you sigh.
โ€œโ€ฆyeaโ€
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